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lost in japan | mv1
pairing : gymnast!fem!reader x max verstappen
genre : social media au
summary : in which y/n is a well known gymnast who has a very obvious obsession with f1 (with redbull, specially max) there’s a new romance brewing when she finally meets max!
a/n : thank you to anon for requesting this!! 🩷 requests are always open!! i need some inspo recently 😭 i’m horrible at gymnastics terminology even though i have gymnast friends… plz forgive for how badly i did
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yourusername 🍜🤸♀️🏎️
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yourbff someone needs to conduct a study on you and your obsession with f1 😕
yourusername it’s a healthy addiction.
lilymhe talented talented girl!!! ❤️ so lovely seeing you traveling again to see the races!!
yourusername i think i’m in love with you? let’s hang out sometime!!!
username y/n’s love for f1 is so me
username wait lily and y/n are friends? how do they know each other?
username i’m pretty sure they met in the paddock a few years back? they hit off and they’re close friends now! :)
username i saw you at the first rounds, u and ur team did so good!!!
yourusername thank you so much, I'm glad you thought so!! 🤍
username how do u have money for this
username LIFESTYLE GOALS DEF
username how to be y/n l/n
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maxverstappen1 lovely race! had a great time winning here in front of some amazing fans, and a great time meeting some people! 🇯🇵
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username y/n was talking about manifesting a max win in her live
username the caption is so obviously toward y/n 😭 have y’all seen her post?
username who’s y/n? everyone in the comments is talking about her
username shes a college level gymnast! she’s a very enthusiastic f1 fan lol and has been wanting to meet the drivers for a while!!
username another max win like usual 😢
username i know for a fact that y/n was representing all of us max girlies fan girling
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yourusername i got lost in japan but at least i met max verstappen!!!!! *real!!!* *not clickbait!!!!* in all seriousness, i had a great time meeting you, and you’re such a lovely person to be around! 🤍
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yourbff 👀
yourusername shut up 😭😭
username y/n’s bff knows something we don’t…
maxverstappen1 i had a great time meeting you! you’re so incredibly talented! 🙌
yourusername wow thank you so much??? you have so much talent, it’s crazy!
username the hand placement for both of them??? i see y’all…
username THE SMILES AWEEWWE 🥹🥹🥹🥹
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maxverstappen1 good luck for the upcoming nationals!
yourusername thank you so much, max :)🤍🤍
yourbff the man in the first pic?? y/n.
yourusername my bf is so amazing i know ☺️🤍🤍
↬ yourbff BF?????? GIRL TEXT ME RN.
username WAIT Y/N HAS A BF?
username boyfriend is max. i’m calling it. it’s fucking verstappen.
username it’s so fucking obvious it’s him too 😭😭😭
username verstappen fr winning at everything 😢
username I HAVE SO MUCH FAITH FOR YOU AND UR TEAM IN NATIONALS 🙏🙏
yourusername THANK YOUUUUUU!!!! 🤍🤍
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yourusername celebrating a huge huge nationals win with the bested team in the whole wide universe and my loving boyfriend! couldn’t ask for a better weekend! 🥹🥹🤍💐
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username CALLED IT.
username congrats on winning nationals!!!! very much deserved!
username max and y/n always winning wbk
yourbff ILYSM AND IM SO SO PROUD OF HOW FAR YOU’VE COME!
yourusername my biggest supporter ilysm 🥹
yourbff max getting you flowers as he should!!!
yourusername plz 😭
maxverstappen1 so incredibly proud of the effort you put in. ❤️ i love you.
yourusername u don’t know how much this means coming from you 🥹💐🩷
maxverstappen1 prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.
yourusername STOP i love you
#f1 aesthetic#f1 fanfic#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#formula one#smau#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen smau#max verstappen 1#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x y/n
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My void sucess story
HII TIA!!! I can barely contain my excitement as I type this but I got into the void and manifesting my dream life. You @gorgeouslypink and @charmedreincarnation are my absolutely favorite blogs, and I couldn’t have done it without y’all. I think charm and pink are on break so I’m gonna send this to you I hope that’s okay.
Quick backstory: I’ve been in this community since the OGs, angel, Cleo, maya etc. I’ve seen all the dumb drama, the liars, the successful people, the exposing, and etc. I’m just sharing this because people think having bad experiences can hinder you from getting your desires and I’m here to remind you nope that it can’t. Nothing can. I had a phase where I would ugly cry trying to make sure all the success stories are true….I became a cop and started looking for inconsistencies on pages and liars to help me feel better. Which it didnt, It drove me mad, and I lost faith.
Until… I read pink’s doubt post which was God sent. Her entire page is God sent tbh and I recommend it to everyone. After I felt better and realized outside of tumblr people have gotten into the void, I decided I’m gonna be the next success story. So I went on your lovely page because I don’t think there isn’t a method you haven’t talked about.
You’re so educated and conduct amazing research on everything, we truly don’t deserve you Tia. Thank you for all your hard work. Anyways I was feeling good! I had so many methods to choose from, I felt like a fat kid at a candy store. And I decided my logical brain needed a logical method so I went with lucid dreaming.
This is where charm comes in. I read her lucid dreaming guide and it is literally also God sent so thank you so much for that. She had a method I had never heard of called SSILD, and even made a post about that as well… like I felt like the universe was handing me everything on a silver platter. And I saw another post that her and pink talked about using a reclining chair. So I combined SSILD with that method to make an ultimate one. And on the second day of trying I entered a lucid dream, asked a dream character to take me to the void and then manifested my dream life.
What I manifested: my dream house, dream family, dream body and face, dream amount of money, money always coming to my family and I’s bank account out of nowhere (but it’s natural and normal ) socialite Status, 25k insta followers (my lucky number) famous loyal dream athletics boyfriend (I was so scared this wouldn’t work but it did!), master manifesting abilities, dream college acceptance, (future) good self concept, a great fashion taste, never gaining weight, clear glass skin, revising my abusive past, and so much more. My list was like a whole ass essay, I obviously can’t list everything but my life is perfect now.
This was last week and I immediately booked a trip to LA with my family to look at the USC campus because that’s where I want to go and where I will go next fall, (I’m a senior). I was also looking at apartments around my school and I found my dream one so I’m manifesting no one leases it 🤭
Quick note: a lot of my desires were weird or I wanted them to manifest a specific way, or they weren’t realistic to happen immediately so I was afraid it wouldn’t work out the way I envisioned. Not only did everything work out the way I envisioned but it worked out even better and exactly how I would want them to apply to life but in a realistic way. So if that’s something you worry about don’t worry, you are God, and it will work out perfectly.
Anyways, I just wanted to share this because I failed for a while and everyone on this app was so supportive. Tumblr is genuinely like a little magical family so now everyone will see my succeed… though this on anon mode bc people have been attacking success stories lately. And honestly it doesn’t matter bc I just want to live my new spoiled life but I want to express my gratitude because my life was in shambles and you three helped me so much. So thank you again and I hope everyone who read this. No, I know everyone who reads this will get what they deserve.
HII LOVE!! WOW CONGRATULATIONS (⑅˶ᵔ ▿ ᵔ˶) ~♡
I'm very excited for you!!! And yes, void Tumblr has definitely changed rn and I feel there's many blogs on here that's good and no more liars. I'm so glad you gained faith back in the community and now you're living your dream life, love.
Aww pink and charm have the best posts on the void too <3.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink doubts post
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Charms lucid dreaming guide, SSILD method
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink recliner method
I LOVE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS AND EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO FUN OMGG!! LLYSM <33
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gingerbread
himbo bf x male reader
summary: spending time with your boyfriend and his family for the holidays. some fluff, lil angst, bad jokes (i apologise in advance), and minimal smut of course.
notes: merry chrysler! hope y’all pretty people are doing amazing. notoriously indecisive in true bootylicious fashion, i settled on one of my fave typa men - gentle giant himbos. think danny wheeler from baby daddy. now, i would never call my men dumb, but always be saying real stupid things. there’s a specific kind of wonder that you can see in their eyes…i’m whipped.
disclaimer: i also tried to keep it as open to as many tastes as possible, so a lot of who he is, you can do create yourself. but i had to make him a bit of a redhead, they too fine.
y’all better gass me because the way i wrote this 3 hours before the end of xmas day, enjoy babies <3
saved in his phone as gingerbread - he’s a ginger, and you get bred xx
you always loved spending time with your boyfriend’s family, almost as much as they loved you. his mother was the first to catch Y/N fever, mostly because you reminded her of herself and it was a relief to know that someone could handle her son’s antics . then it was his brothers, they loved how mellow you made him, as if all of his struggles melted away when you waltzed into his life. they felt like your guardians, wanting to protect you because they knew how much you meant to their baby brother. and his sisters…they’re lowkey your best friends. when you first met, y’all got on so well with one another bonding over fashion, pop culture, and weirdly philosophy.
his dad liked you as a person, believing you were a kind soul, but not the person for his son, because of how different you two were. they were a quiet luxury kinda family, which didn’t necessarily coincide with how connected you were with celebrities. this was until he saw how well you worked together. whilst working on a huge project for the family business, your boyfriend was stressed in the office. you walked in, ready to go on a date after he’d finished. ‘hey baby, you look hot, where you going?’ he’d forgotten, but you never held it against him. you loved to see the cogs turn in his head as he came to a realisation. ‘shit. it’s date night.’ he groaned head in hands. ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, work’s just been so busy, the clients wanted to move the order forward, the contractors needed more data on the financial markets, and…’ you sat down on his desk, holding his chin so you guys exchanged eye contact. ‘babe, it’s all good, i know it’s a really busy time for you.’ you stroked his face reassuringly, a sigh of relief emitted from his lips. ‘i ain’t leaving your side, we’re in this together,’ you said as you went in for a kiss. it was deep and sensual, and if you didn’t stop when you did, you would’ve left that room walking side to side. ‘so, what can i help with?’ you responded, looking at the documents on the desk. he stared up lovingly, ‘i don’t deserve you,’ he admitted ‘too good to me.’ which garnered a little chuckle from you. his dad saw how supportive you were, pulling an all-nighter for the benefit of your man. you were so tired that the two of you spooned on the couch in his office, and slept there. early the next morning, the two of you were met with a breakfast course on the coffee table and your respective starbucks orders. you kissed your bf goodbye, so he could work, and just as you were about to leave, his father stopped you. ‘good morning Y/N, did you enjoy the food?’ he questioned as you entered the elevator together. ‘it was lovely sir, thank you.’ you replied hesitantly. ‘the only thanks due is to you, i appreciate how you’re always there for my son.’ you smiled inside, longing to prove yourself to him. ‘I love him sir, he needs to know that any problem he has, automatically becomes our problem to solve together.’ he knew at that moment, you were the perfect fit.
one of the core memories of your relationship was the weekend in the alps. your boyfriend thought this would’ve been the perfect opportunity to have some alone time with you before the new year. with award season coming up, many celebrities needed to be styled, you legit had no time to see him, it was going to be amazing. you stayed in the chalet his parents owned, but neither of you knew that it’d be an entire sibling getaway. the two of you snuggled under the blankets, drinking hot chocolate, whilst listening to some quiet smooth jazz in the background. revelling in how cozy and warm it was, he was dozing off whilst cuddling and you decided to follow suit, but not before a quick kiss on your bf’s nose - he’s so cute. unfortunately, like most precious things, this didn’t last long. there was a huge clatter at the door, awakening you two. ‘what the fuck are you guys doing here?’ your man blasted at them. ‘oh hey lil bro,’ one of them said as the others made themselves feel at home. ‘we heard you lovebirds were here and wanted to see Y/N again, we missed him.’ they all waved at you. you blushed and immediately got up greet them all with hugs and squeals. ‘omds, i haven’t see you guys in ages, we have so much to catch up on.’ you blurted out in an excited frenzy. your love, on the other hand, didn’t share the same energy. whilst you had walked to his sisters, his brothers playfully punched your bf to cheer up. ‘you idiots, have the worst timing, he said as they got ready to get some wood for the chimney.
it was just you and the girls, as you gossiped about the drama that went down during fashion week as they ate up every word. you mostly had done a lot of listening to their relationship dramas and work lives, as you shared a couple giggles. you has made gingerbread men, as his sisters watched the master at work. ‘Y/N, these are delicious, how are you so good at everything?’ they praised which made you blush. the boys had returned, with your man wincing with pain as his brothers carried him in. ‘the dummy tripped on the snow’ they said snickering as you walked to help him. ‘how many times have i told you to be careful out there?’ you said, concerningly staring at the bruise on his hip. you touched it gently earning a wince from him as he pushed away your hand. ‘sorry babe.’ he stared dead in your eye and looked away, giving you the silent treatment. ‘what do you need?’ he continued airing. ‘i’m gonna get some bandages’ you said, unsure of what you did to hurt him emotionally.
‘the fuck is wrong with you?’ his sisters protested, thumping his head. ‘ow! what do you mean?’ ‘that boy loves you, so much so that he puts up with all of your shit and stupidity.’ they come to your defence. he looks to his brothers for help, but to no avail. ‘dude, I’ll be real, you fucked up.’ one says. ‘he was just trying to help’ another adds. like the youngest, he continues to deflect ‘well, if you guys hadn’t come, i wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and me and Y/N would have been happier. he finally admitted. ‘oh damn.’ their faces became gentler as they circled in on him. ‘I just never get to see him now, with work and everything, and i don’t want him to get used to not seeing me’ he started to get teary but hid it behind a scowl. ‘bro, you are meant to be with Y/N, i see it in your eyes every time he walks into a room, like he’s the only one there.’ your bf smiles at the mere thought of your face. ‘see, he ain’t even here and you’re cheesing so bad rn.’ they all laugh. ‘i don’t know how to tell him, he’s so good at communicating his feelings, i just, i just can’t do it the way he does.’ his heart begins to beat faster. ‘that’s the thing though, he knows you better than you know yourself.’ the eldest brother says ‘there’s nothing that he won’t be able to understand because the two of are so connected.’
you enter with the bandages and medical supplies. ‘here’s a chance to fix that’ his twin sister says as they leave and move to the other side of the mansion, locking the door behind them as they wave you bye for now. you sit beside him on the sofa, placing a hot compress on his bruise. ‘Y/N, we need to talk.’ you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by being stand-offish ‘speak then.’ you say glaring into his eyes that made you melt every time but now. ‘i am so sorry for my rude behaviour, i know you were just tryna help my stubborn ass.’ you continued tending to his wounds, with an apathy rivalled only by the unconditional love you have for him. ‘whatever.’ you muttered. ‘aw, come on baby, don’t be like that.’ he grimaced. ‘like what,’ your voice growing in confidence ‘like someone who, as hard as they try, can never get their boyfriend to fully open up?’ you admitted. ‘you know that’s not the whole story.’ he looks down. ‘mkay’ you say, tired of arguin, he just needed to cool off. he takes a deep breath. ‘Y/N, you know i love you more than anything ’ your boyfriend boldly states, deepening your eye contact. ‘and you know i love you the same, but sometimes love is not enough,’ you struggle to get the words out, getting choked up as you hold his cheek for stability. he turns to kiss you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. he caresses your thigh, as your tongues dance for dominance in the warmth of your mouth. you pulled back. ‘here goes nothing, babe, I’m afraid, afraid of losing you.’ he admitted desperately. ‘we barely ever see each other and I’m scared that it has, um, like, maybe, um’ he failed to articulate his thoughts, angering him further. ‘calm down love, i hear what you’re saying. you’re worried about the possibility of us being comfortable with rarely seeing one another and what that means for us.’ you always knew how to soothe his heart. ‘exactly, you’re just so good at letting me know what we need to do to make this relationship work that I’m clueless at asking for help.’ he smiled earning a chuckle from you. ‘we’re in this together boo, you won’t ever lose me.’ as he sneers into another smooch. ‘fuck.’ he moaned into your mouth as a tent forms in his boxers. ‘your voice always gets me going.’ you looked down and immediately dropped to your knees.
you hadn’t sucked your boyfriend’s cock in what seemed like forever. you pulled his boxers to his ankles as his thick cock sprung up, throbbing in the cool air of the room. you grabbed his pole, gaslighting him into thinking you were going to start at the tip. instead you began to massage his beefy, low-hanging balls in your mouth. ‘Y/N, fuck, that’s where the spunk is stored, not where you drink it from’ he snickered, removing them from your mouth. ‘you’ve got to st-UGHHHH’ you deepthroated with ease, loving how his dumb, naive nature was still translated to your time in the sheets. ‘that’s it baby, good boy’ he praises, looking at the slobber that made his dick glisten. ‘shit.’ he cums without warning, giving you an impromptu facial. ‘sorry darling, i came as soon as i saw you slap my dick on your thick lips.’ your boyfriend helped you to clean up, pushing his hand all over your face and fingering your mouth with his nut.
you moved to undressing, as you straddled your man. ‘i know you wanna pound me into tomorrow, but you can’t,’ gesturing to his bruise. he whined and cooed. ‘however…’ you whispered into his ear, jerking him of with a mix of his cum and your spit ‘imma help my man out tonight.’ as you sank onto his schlong with ease. his hands immediately grabbed your globes, as he licked his lips salaciousy, enjoying your physique. ‘so fucking hot.’ your bf mumbled. you started bouncing on his cock as he slowly rutted in you from beneath, your hole was already sore.
it was gonna be a long night…
@gayaristocrat imma save your fantasy for dacre, that man is 90s fine fr
#gay#smut#bottom male reader#male x male#mlm#male reader#christmas fanfic#male x male fluff#male x male angst
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Feel special
pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader
genre : smut, fluff
warnings : valentine’s day, shy!reader, teasing, they’re in love, making out, biting, marking, nipple play, pet names, praising, penetration, unprotected sex, love making, size kink, breeding kink, creampie, slight cockwarming
words count : 2k
A/N : well, I know, if I wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day… I’m late asf 💀 but heyyy, when we love someone it’s every day ahah. Anyways, I hope you will like this one. I was in a “romantic” mood when writing this. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. Take care and love y’all. - sunny
heavily unedited :(
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Jungkook kissed the back of your neck softly, his strong arms envelopping you in a warm back hug as you talked.
“roses?” you laughed.
“I know that’s cliché.” he scratched the back of his head shyly as you turned around smiling.
“I love them so much, thank you.”
“I bought your favorite cake earlier.” you said pointing toward the dessert on the table.
“wrong.” he said making you look at him confused.
“you are my favorite cake” he grinned teasingly.
“oh shut up Koo.” you slapped his chest playfully before hugging him again.
You looked up at him, staring at his lips then into his beautiful eyes.
Jungkook bent down slowly cupping your cheek gently to kiss you, sucking softly on your bottom lip, pulling you closer to his body.
You snaked your arms around his neck deepening the kiss.
Your husband tapped on your thigh lightly gesturing you to jump.
Your legs were wrapped around his thin waist as he walked toward your bedroom.
The room was adorned with vanilla scented candles, rose petals, it was just so romantic, the atmosphere felt so warm.
He put you down on the floor as you admired your surroundings amazed.
“Jungkook.” you breathed out.
“when? I mean, how? I .. I mean ..wow! It’s so.” you turned to him again, tears in your eyes threatening to flow as your heart was melting with all the love and affection you were receiving.
“I love you.” your voice cracked as you sobbed into your hands.
“No no baby, don’t cry please.”
Your husband rushed to you, encircling you with his arms pulling you in his embrace.
“I love you y/n, I wanted to make this ..hm..special?” he squinted his eyes searching for words as you wiped the tear sliding down your cheek.
“Feel special. I wanted to make you feel special.” he pinched your cheek playfully a grin decorating his face.
“well, that’s cliché.” you joked.
“I’m kidding. I really appreciate this surprise. It’s so beautiful.” you smiled grabbing his hand.
“thank you so much Koo.“ your eyes sparkled.
“don’t. You deserve all of this.” he laid a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“now, where were we?” he wiggled his eyesbrows making you rolled your eyes.
“Well, I don’t know, perhaps were you about to get rid of this?” you gestured at your black dress.
“mmh yea, sounds fun.” he smirked, his hands finding their places on your hips, one hand sliding up to the zipper of your dress.
He unzipped the dress, letting the delicate material fall at your feet.
“holy shit.” he cursed astonished.
“You’re so damn gorgeous.” his eyes wandered over your body as if it’s the first time he see you.
“how did I get so lucky?” he looked you up and down for the umpteenth time, practically drooling at the sight.
You looked away shyly, his strong stare making you feel small.
You were wearing the black lingerie set he offered you for his birthday.
Yes, his birthday. He wanted you to wear it for him.
“Is it my birthday yet?” he joked.
“shut up idiot.” you slapped his chest lightly.
You put your hands on his black shirt, playing with the buttons before unbottoning them one by one.
Throwing the shirt somewhere on the carpeted floor, his hands immediately roaming on your soft skin.
“what a wonderful gift.” he groaned, his lips on your neck again, goosebumps raising after their journeys.
”Jungkook.” you giggled.
“y’know, I asked you what you wanted for today since last week, but you didn’t answer me.” you pouted.
He kissed your cheek laying you on the bed behind you gently before hovering above you.
“well.” he caressed you cheek.
“I want.” he pecked your lips.
“a baby.” he whispered against your lips.
Your heart skipped a beat cheeks burning as he smiled, resting his forehead on yours.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready darling. I can under-”
“I want a baby too.” you caressed his hair softly, fingers tangled in his soft black locks.
“are you serious?” he asked excited
“yes.” you nodded.
“oh my god.” he hugged you tightly his body crushing you knocking the air out of your lungs.
“I love you so much y/n, you don’t even know how much.”
“I love you Jungkook.”
He looked into your eyes lovingly before pecking your nose.
Jungkook sat up again, placing his knees at each sides of your waist before taking your hand softly and placed it on his firm chest. He slid your hand down slowly on his smooth skin until it reached his boner.
“this, is because of you.” he stared down at your flustered face before getting off the bed and unbuckled his belt.
He came back onto the bed after getting rid of all his clothes.
“why so handsome.” you chuckled as you could noticed the tip of his ears getting red.
“you’re so cute.” you chuckled caressing his ears.
“I’m not cute, I’m sexy.” he winked making you laugh.
He laughed too before attacking you with kisses all over your face.
Jungkook’s lips got lower, kissing your jaw before traveling down to your neck licking the skin, then down to your collarbones leaving love bites on the area.
The sensation of his teeth against your sensitive skin made you moan.
Taking his sweet time to worship your body, enjoying every of your little reactions, his lips reached your covered breasts.
“mind if I take this off?” he asked playing with the straps of your bra.
You shook your head giving him the green light, he immediately got rid of your lacy bra throwing it in the pile of clothes laying on the floor.
His eyes drifted to your bare chest, fingers sliding from your stomach to your underboob, thumb caressing the soft flesh.
Jungkook bent down, attaching his lips around one of your nipple making you whimpered as you felt the wet muscle rubbing on the erected bud.
You watched his other hand fondle with your breast, eyes focusing on him stroking his thumb lightly against your nipple making you breathe heavily.
He twisted your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, feeling dizzy as he nibbled on the other erected bud with his teeth.
He sucked little marks on your chest, mouth trailing down your lower stomach, leaving wet kisses on the warm skin.
He reached your panties waistband and looked up at you again waiting for your consent.
“go on.” you encouraged impatiently.
His fingers dipped under the lacy material and dragged it down your legs slowly.
He spread your legs for him to lay in between them comfortably, kissing the inside of your thigh, biting softly on the flesh.
He left a chaste kiss on your glistening lips grazing the bud of nerves making your flinch at the contact.
He smiled before going up again kissing your forehead quickly.
He positioned himself at your entrance looking deep into your eyes.
“still good, my love?” he asked making you whispered a little “yes”.
He rubbed the tip on his cock between your wet lips, entering you slowly making sure not to hurt you.
“are you good baby?”
“yes, don’t worry babe.”
“just remember, if you want me to stop at any moment, let me know?” he asked making you nod.
Jungkook started moving making you hiss at the sudden move, thrusting in and out slowly taking his time making love to you.
You both wished this intimate moment wouldn’t end, it felt so good, the way his cock kept on brushing against the spot that made you moan and made you scratch his muscular back.
He couldn’t get enough of the way your warm walls clenched around him time to time.
You left kisses on his shoulder as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings.
“I love you so much princess, you’re doing so good for me.” he bite on your ear lobe lightly earning a soft moan from you.
Jungkook looked down where you both were connected, his hand traveling down to the little bump on your lower stomach, applying a slight pressure making you and him moan at the sensation.
“shit baby, you see that. You’re so small you can even see my cock inside you.” he groaned when he felt you clench around him.
“just imagine when our babies will be there, growing inside you. The way your tummy will get round and swell f-fuck.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but imagined how pretty you’ll look pregnant.
He was so close to his climax, so were you.
“so tight and warm.“ he whimpered in your ear, the sound erupting goosebumps on your body.
He sounded way too hot. You wanted to remember that sound of him every day.
You threw your head back in the pillow when he kept hitting on your g-spot.
“are you close princess?” he asked panting.
“yes yes fuck! are you?”
He groaned a low “yes” before kissing you passionately.
He gripped your thigh tightly, placing your calve on his hip to get a deeper as he adjusted his hips.
“Koo fuck fuck I’m gonna-”
He took your hands softly, placing them on each side of your head tangling his fingers with yours.
Holding hands while making love was a gest of pure love, it meant a lot for the both of you.
“Jungkook!” you came undone around him as he snapped his hips onto yours harder and harder making you see stars.
“fuck! I’m gonna put my babies inside you fuck, keep all of it! Can’t wait to see your big bump, walking around carrying my children! ahh yes!”
He gripped the headboard as he went faster, too carried away to even think about anything else than to cum inside you as soon as possible.
The thought of you being pregnant made his eyes roll to the back of his head, biting on his bottom lip hard not caring if it will bleed later, he was too lost into his fantasy.
“fuck you’re gonna look so fucking hot with my babies inside you shit!”
Jungkook cummed inside you with a loud moan following by your name, his hot cum warming you up, filling you up to the brim.
The way his eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly ajar : he looked so good.
Jungkook let his body collapsed on top of yours, laying his head on your chest as he took deep breaths to calm down, saying inside your warmth.
He sighed pleasantly as you stroked his head, pulling his hair back off sweaty forehead face.
“are you ok my love?” you asked kissing his head making him hummed before pressing his lips on your neck to leave a soft kiss on the abused skin.
“I’m more than ok.” you smiled at his words.
“I love you so much y/n.” he looked up at you lovingly.
“I love you more Koo.” you poked his nose lightly.
“no way, I love you the most.“ he pursed his lips disapproving.
“I love you more. now shut up if you really love me.” you smirked making him laugh loudly.
“what? C’mon.” he sighed defeated.
After a few minutes he pulled out, watching in awe as the sticky liquid oozed out of you.
Jungkook pushed his cum back inside your core with two fingers making you hiss.
“I told you to keep them all.” he pecked your lips, his words taking you aback a little.
“I can’t wait for you to carry our babies.”
He went down to place a soft kiss on your tummy making your heart melt at the cute gesture.
“You’re gonna be the best mom.”
“and you, the best daddy.” you flicked his forehead making him chuckled before biting on your collarbone.
Kissing you one last time, he rolled on his back pulling you on top of his body.
“I love you Koo. Happy Valentine’s Day.” you nudged your noses cutely, a smile decorating your husband’s lips.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, i love you darling.”
“let’s cuddle for a moment and then get clean up.” he muttered sleepily making you nodded.
His arms snaked around your waist pulling you closer to him before cuddling you. Sleep catching both of you after a few minutes.
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A/N : searching for my soulmate rn 🧍🏽♀️*sigh* hope you liked this one. Have a nice day / night lovely people. Love y’all
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you’re frustrated because you’re struggling to learn Korean - txt
a/n: hello! I thought this post would be a little relatable bc I’m struggling rn with Japanese (but not bc of a man 😋). So much kanji to remember and so many words that they just all mush together. I love the language but it is testing my patience and my memory rn :( please enjoy this and lemme know if y’all speak other languages :) it’s cool to know im not the only one struggling with a trilingual brain🥰 requests are open as usual (no pics belong to me! Found on Pinterest)
yeonjun
It was actually his idea to teach you Korean, starting with basic stuff such as phrases at the convenience store and at coffee shops. He knew it would help when you had to go out places on your own. You’re on the phone with him after he’s hyped you up and refreshed some phrases for ordering coffee. You finally are up to order and while your pronunciation has been good, you mispronounce a word and your face goes red. You apologize to the cashier who was very understanding and helped you say the word correctly. You paid and thanked them for their kindness. Yeonjun heart could burst at how the cashier was patient with you and how you tried your best and finally said the word right. “Oh my goodness! You did amazing! Next time you’re ordering coffee for the both of us.”
soobin
As the days went by, he could see your passion for learning his language was dwindling. You were struggling with your conjugation skills and he was just trying his best to help you learn and eventually practice. You both are sitting at the kitchen table, with your textbook in front of you (giving flashbacks to elementary math homework). He’s giving you example of conjugations your currently learning and how to used them. It’s starts to all mush up and you can’t figure it out or focus. You start to cry into your hands. He pulls you close to him, “don’t be sad. I promise that you’re gonna learn really soon. I believe in you.” That’s all it took for you to keep trying. He also promised he’d take you for a melona pop if you tried a few more conjugations (I love melona I’m so sorry 🤤…melon and banana are the best flavors not sorry)
beomgyu
homie is so serious and you get mad at him because of that. he’s teaching you silly phrases and on one occasion, he purposely teaches you the wrong phrase. So, you’re out at lunch with his members and you try the phrase on yeonjun and he looks so confused. “Did you just call me dumb?” Your face is furiously red and you run off, crying. Your frustration sets in. Why would be do this to me? He comes after you after giving you some time to cool down. “Baby? I’m so sorry. I didn’t think that would make you so upset. I promise I won’t do it anymore. We’re gonna get serious I swear.” He lures you out by telling you he’s gonna start teaching you from a really good Tex ok that was recommended to him. He also explains to yeonjun what happened and yeonjun gives him an earful as well, taking you side.
taehyun
he actually is a really good person to help teach you. He has the patience of a saint when teaching you grammar. If you’ve attempted Korean, you know how challenging grammar can be to understand. Let’s say you’re out at a restaurant and try to order your own food..you make a mistake and the waiter is looking at you like huh? You start to feel embarrassed but taehyun explains you’re still learning and has you try it again. When you get it right this time, he smiled and the waited smiled as well. The pride he feels when he can see your improvement is like no other. “You did such a good job, honey. Tell you what, how about we get some ice cream after? You deserve a little treat.”
huening kai
I feel like he’d be very empathetic and understanding towards your struggle. He speaks many languages too and understands how frustrating when something isn’t sticking or when you forget words or grammar. For example, you’re at home and you’re both working on vocabulary. you messed up a few words in a row and start to feel discouraged. His best tool to keep you motivated to learn was tell you he was proud of you. He would always encourage you the best he could, “you’re for this bub! I’m so proud of you! I’m gonna keep helping you until you’ve got this :)”
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What You Deserve Part 5: Details
Masterlist: Here
CW: brief mention of toxic ex
Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson @cultish-corner @mrsjellymunson @aol19 @micheledawn1975 @2000babies
A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this update it answers some questions and shows another side of Eddie, it’s a long one and I broke it up into sections!✨
“What…are those?” “They’re called flowers.” “And who..are they for?” “They are for you…you didn’t expect me to show up to our first…date empty handed did you?” “This…this is a date? You’re calling this a date? We are on a date?” “Hey hey relax a bit please it’s okay…I just…I mean yes? I’d call this a date because it’s…well it’s when we are going to discus our…relationship so yeah…it’s a date.” “Okay…” “is that okay? It doesn’t need to be a date if it’s too-” “No no it’s a date…yeah we…are going on a date.” “Perfect…uhm do you want to maybe…get in the car now?”
“Holy shit.” “What’s wrong?…are you cold? You can wear my jacket if you’d like?” “Sorry I’m fine it’s just….I didn’t get a good look at you in the car because I was distracted by the flowers but…seriously…do you always just look like…this?” “Uh…yes?” “You…you look like you just walked out of a magazine and…well I look-” “Amazing…you look amazing…now unless you have anymore questions…we do have a reservation that we are almost late for.” “This place looks nice…you come here a lot?” “Oh yeah…I take all my first dates here.” “I can see why…” “you…do know I was joking right?… I’ve actually never been here before.” “Oh yeah…yeah I knew that.”
“So…uhm what are some things you…don’t want me to do?” “Oh right to the point huh? Can’t even let me order you a glass of wine first?” “You want to order…for me?” “Oh forgive me….I didn’t mean for it to sound like you can’t order yourself a glass of wine I know you’re more than capable of telling people what you want.” “It’s okay I’ve just…never had someone offer to order for me before.” “Well I’m more than happy to if you want…” “thank you…so-” “hi welcome to Enzo’s what can I get you to drink?” “Hello…I’ll have a glass of your house red and a water to start.” “Perfect…and for you dear? What would you like?” “Uhm…uh…there’s a lot of uhm choices…uh-” “if you’re not sure I can just come back?” “Uh Eddie can you-” “I’ve got you sweetheart…she’ll have a glass of your white wine and a water with lemon please.” “Excellent choice…I’ll get those right out to you.”
“So you asked easier what are some things I would prefer for you not to do…and that’s actually a tough question to answer because I don’t want you to feel like you have a set of rules to follow because you don’t…” “Okay…well there are uh some things…that uhm I’d like if you…didn’t…do.” “Such as?” “I don’t like being around uhm…men when they drink too much so…if you do want to go and get drunk please just…don’t invite me along or…show up at my house banging on my door or yelling my name from the front porch.” “Has…that happened before?” “Yes…several times…and each time it ended…badly.” “It ended badly?…do you mind explaining what that means?” “I don’t want to ruin…the mood by talking about what an asshole my ex is.” “Understandable…so what else would you like for me not to do?” “This one might sound a little odd but..I don’t like being called babe…it just…I don’t like it.” “It’s not odd…we all have names we don’t like to be called…is there anything else?” “I don’t think so.” “Well if you think of anything else…just let me know because I don’t want to do anything or say anything that’ll upset you.”
“How was your dinner?” “It was great…that place was really good and so cute I can see why you picked it for our…uhm first date.” “I’m glad you enjoyed it…do you mind taking a walk with me? I know we have a few more things to…discuss.” “A walk sounds nice…oh you’re a hand holder? I didn’t see that coming.” “Really? Why? Do I not look like someone who likes to hold hands?” “No you look like a…shove my hands in my jacket pocket type of guy or…let me act like I’m busy on my phone so no one bothers me kind of guy.” “I see…well your hands just looked too good not to hold.” “I have been told I have nice hands once or twice.” “You know what? I actually believe that…so I was wondering if we could talk more about what we both want out of this…and maybe set up some…boundaries of some sort?” “You start…what do you want from all of this Edward?” “Ah back to Edward are we?” “Oh shit sorry Eddie.” “It’s okay…well what I want out of this is just…to spend time with you doing things as simple as this…a walk around downtown or more…extravagant things like trips to wherever you’d like to go…but most importantly I just want to make your life easier.” “And…all of that would make…you happy?” “Yes…it would.” “I just don’t see how spending money on me will make you happy?” “It’s not necessarily about spending money on you…yes I have the money to spend but it’s about having someone to do things with…and knowing you’re not stressed or worried about things that I can…easily take care of for you.” “Okay…that kinda makes sense.” “I have managed to build this wonderful life for myself and…I just want someone to enjoy it with me that’s all.” “And that someone is me?” “If you want it to be.” “Okay…but you just have to know this is going to take some getting used to.” “I understand…you’ll have to be patient with me as well because I’m used to doing things alone.” “So we both have to be patient with one another…that can be one of our ground rules.” “Okay…if we are making ground rules let’s add honesty to that list…that’s a big one for me because I don’t have time for games…just tell me the truth…even if you think it’ll hurt my feelings.” “That’s a good one!”
“So…what about you? What do you want out of this?” “I just…I just want to know what it feels like to be…treated well.” “I promise you I can do that.” “Oh trust me…I know.” “Is there anything else you want or…need from me?” “There is one more thing.” “What is it?” “I need you to save Dave.” “You…need me to save…Dave?” “Yes because he means a lot to me and I just…I need you to save him.” “Okay sweetheart…I’ll save him.” “You promise?” “Yes…even if it means he gets a whole heart and brain transplant…I’ll save him.” “Oh thank god…I was so worried you’d tell me you can’t do it.” “Why wouldn’t I be able to do it? You don’t trust my abilities as a mechanic? That hurts…that actually hurts.” “Oh no no I’m sure you’re great with your hands and…getting dirty and…stuff i just…thought maybe you’d say it was a waste of money or something.” “I’ll be honest with you…I could buy you a new car for what it’s going to cost me to fix Dave but…I get it…he means a lot to you.” “Thank you Eddie.” “Anytime.”
“This…was really nice Eddie…thank you.” “I’m happy you had a good time.” “I just…I have one more question.” “I was waiting for this one…go ahead and ask it.” “What do I call you now that we…have set up the ground rules and are actually…moving forward with…this.” “What would you like to call me? Besides Edward.” “I…don’t know? What…do you want to call me?” “Is it wrong that my first instinct was to say mine?” “You…want to call me…yours? Like…like…I’m…yours?” “I would…but if that’s too assertive or makes you uncomfortable-” “I’d like that.” “You would?” “Yes…uh I…would.” “Okay…well you can call me whatever you’d like.” “Uhm does…that include like…boyfriend or…something?” “Sure…whatever feels comfortable.” “Okay…thank you again…for everything.” “You’re welcome…have a goodnight sweetheart…don’t forget to put those flowers in a vase with some water.” “I don’t own a-” “I’ll bring one by tomorrow.” “You don’t have to do that.” “I know…now I have a question for you.” “What is it?” “What time do you normally get up in the morning?” “Oh uhm…like nine or so on weekends.” “Perfect…I’ll be here at ten then….goodnight.” “Goodnight…uhm can you uh text me when you get home?” “Sure…can’t have you up all night worried about me.” “Exactly…” “You’re going to have to go inside or I’ll stand out here and find an excuse to keep talking to you all night.” “Oh..right…goodnight Eddie.”
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opposites attract ✩ kylian mbappé
KYLIAN MBAPPÉ X READER
where there is golden retriever! kylian and his black cat girlfriend.
faceclaim: lily rose
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ynkyliannews Y/N was spotted in a cafe in Paris. She looks marvelous 🥰 @ynusername
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mbappegirl look… i love y/n, but she should smile more.
⤷ psgfan yeah, this gives a bad image to kylian too…
ynfan1 she looks fantastic, omg!!!
mrsmbappe why is she always so serious? 😭
kyliangf she is beautiful, too bad that her way of being makes it seem that she is rude
ynfan2 love u gf
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ynusername le temps de l'amour
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k.mbappe You look amazing 😍🤤🔥🔥
ynfan1 DAMN MAMA
mbappegirl GIRL WHY U NEVER SMILE
ynfan2 we love you!!!!!!
forkyky you all the time: 😐
ethanmbappe 🖤✨
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ynkyliannews Y/N was spotted having dinner with a friend. @ynusername
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mbappegirl she never smiles like that when she is with kylian 🫢
mrsmbappe nah, for real… kylian deserves a person who treats him better.
ynfan1 y/n and kylian have always had a private relationship, she doesn't need to be smiling to show that she makes him happy
psgfan c’mon…
forkyky 🤔
kyliangf kylian is not the problem in this relationship and we all know that…
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k.mbappe De retour avec mes bébés maintenant.🇫🇷🥳
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mbappegirl how can this BABY date that girl? 😭
mrsmbappe she doesn’t even comment on his posts, omg! 🫠
psgfan playing break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored
ynfan1 KYLIAN WE WANT A COUPLE PIC
⤷ forkyky we don’t want a pic, we want him to break up.
⤷ ynfan1 @forkyky shut up
tchaga_ ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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ynkyliannews Kylian looks so cute in this photoshoot. 🥺
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mbappegirl let’s protect him for his own girlfriend 😭
ynfan1 y’all always act like she’s forcing him to date her, leave her alone!!!!
forkyky he’s such a cute and kind person, can’t say the same about his gf
ynfan2 why do you hate y/n so much? everyone has different personality
mbappemine if kylian is with her it's because she makes him happy, so as fas we must respect and support him.
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ynkyliannews Lately I've only been reading absurd comments about Y/N and I came to say that in these two years of relationship, they've always been VERY happy together. Kylian has always been honest about his feelings and i'm sure if she was mean to him they wouldn't be together. Y/N was with him through the worst and best moments of his life, always supporting him and making him smile. That's her way of being and it's not you who have to dictate how she should or shouldn't be.
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mbappemine SPILL!!!!!!
ynfan1 THANK YOU!
ynfan2 thank you for talking about this because people talked like she treated kylian poorly
mbappeyours kylian shared this on his story 🫣
kyksbaby i hope she’s fine :( she looks so cute!!!!!
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k.mbappe I heard about some comments going around about Y/N and I was disappointed to read some. This woman was by my side in my saddest moments and happiest moments, many times she is the starting point for all my peaks of uninterrupted happiness. We always had a private relationship, but I say here with all the certainty in the world that I am very happy next to this amazing, loving and generous woman. I honestly, truly, completely love her.
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ynusername you know i'm not good with words, but the only thing that matters to me is that you know how much i love you and how important you are to me. i love you in ways i have never loved anyone else.
mbappemine so happy for you guys :(
kyksbaby your happiness is what matters to us
ynfan1 kylian killing his own “fans”, as he should.
mbappeyours we will always support both of you 💗
ethanmbappe dopest person everrrr 🔥 love you sis
jkeey4 she’s fire 🥳🔥
#kylian mbappe x reader#kylian mbappe fluff#kylian mbappe#kylian mbappe x you#kylian mbappe imagine#kylian mbappe fanfic#football one shot#football x reader#football fanfic#football instagram au#kylian x reader#kylian imagines#football imagine
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instagram j.b.
summary: follow along with joe and his fiancé evie as the go through his football career.
*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*
series masterlist.
breezyevie
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breezyevie: i’m proud of my joey, win or lose you’re my guy forever. until next season. ✌🏼
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user: those penalties at the end were BS!!
> breezyevie: you said it !!
user: you are cringe garbage
user: not you dyeing your hair before the biggest game of the year.
> breezyevie: maybe it was bad luck.
user: thank you for bringing such positivity to fan base
user: i love you and the bengies so much
> breezyevie: i love you!
joeyb_9: special season. thank you for being there, you rock ev. ❤️
> breezyevie: special guy. 🤍
user: i can’t believe that you’re joe b girlfriend
millyg: you’re cincy’s hero.
> breezyevie: you’re my hero.
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: Back to work.
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user: keep shining joey, you’ll be back next year
user: now i can block evie till next season, i only follow for you.
breezyevie: you are the most inspiring and dedicated person i know. i’m obsessed with you.
> user: girl we know. get a life.
user: i’m calling it now they go undefeated next season
user: we will be back. WHO DEY!!!
user: this had me tearing up
> breezyevie: i’ve cried so much. just let it out.
user: does this mean that ur cringy gf won’t be posting you anymore?
> user: y’all love to hate on a girl for living her life.
breezyevie
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breezyevie: life update for you stalkers. 🤪
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user: gross
user: that drink looks so good
> breezyevie: it was amazing!!
millyg: i still can believe i wasn’t invited
> breezyevie: don’t hate me. 😅
user: clout chaser
user: you’re my idol
> breezyevie: stop, my heart will explode. 🤍🤍🤍
user: imagine joe b is ur man?
> user: and she’s so average..
user: i already can’t wait to see your game day fits. is it september yet?
user: please quit posting with joe, i’m trying to forget you’re the one who has him tied down.
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: preciate all of the fighters that didn’t beat me up this weekend. @ufc
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breezyevie: it’s the bucket hat for me
> joeyb_9: just call me joe buckets
> breezyevie: gtfo. 🤣
user: coldest qb
user: stupid pic
user: didn’t know joey b was chill like that
user: why didn’t ev go to the fight?
> user: no one wants to see him with his busted gf
> user: they’re engaged now
> user: that’s even worse
lahjay10_: no ev slander around here
> breezyevie: you’re my favorite. 🤍
breezyevie
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breezyevie: is she a nascar girly now?
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user: i hate when ur posts come up on my page
user: a post that isn’t about joe? *gasp*
joeyb_9: you’re just the coolest person i know.
> breezyevie: it’s natural swag
user: iconic look
user: fine i’ll watch @nascar now
lahjay10_: she drive that fast car
user: is this why you weren’t at ufc with joe
user: are you going to become an influencer now
user: omg look at you!
user: i wanna be you when i grow up
> breezyevie: be better than me! be YOU!!
user: what a sellout. quit piggy backing off of your bf and get a real job
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: Today and always… Happy Anniversary Ev, your gift is this pic on my feed.
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breezyevie: thanks for being you and for being mine.
> user: all of the “joe never post her” commenters, refer to the above photo.
> user: i liked it better that way
user: he deserves so much better
lahjay10_: there’s no joey b without ev! happy anniversary.
user: no way he’s got a gf!!!
> user: they have been together for like six years? like how did you miss that?
user: that should be me
user: when he didn’t post her i could pretend she didn’t exist
user: happy anniversary to my mom and dad!
bengals: Happy Anniversary to Jovie!
user: break up with her, i’m hotter.
breezyevie
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breezyevie: some randoms of my jb. im so lucky that i fell in love with someone who became hot and famous. my life is brighter with you in it, happy anniversary baby.
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user: i can’t wait for this wedding
user: ev is always clutch with the unseens
joeyb_9: hot, famous, and taken. it’s you and me baby.
user: mother has fed us today
user: it’s sad that she limited comments
> user: i never thought id see the day that comments would bother her, she’s got thick skin.
> millyg: sometimes it doesn’t matter how thick your skin is when the whole internet is shitting on you just bc they want your man.
breezyevies ig stories:
#bengals#cincinnati bengals#joe burrow#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow x reader#nfl#nfl imagine#joe burrow insta au#joe burrow instagram
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Tummy - Dean Winchester
bringing back on OLD obsession for this one:’) i’ve loved dean since i was 10 years old and first laid eyes upon him in all of his glory in supernatural. this is intended as a plus size reader, but anyone can read. sorry i disappeared for so long y’all, i can’t make any promises that i’ll be more active but i’ll try<3
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader
Warnings: none that i can think of:)
Word Count: 440(?)
This is another self indulgent fic, surprise! Dean loves reader’s soft tummy and they have slowly learned to love it too over the years of dating Dean. (i realized after writing this that it can be read by anyone, i don’t think i used any words to indicate the gender of reader. dean is probably ooc in this but honestly most dean fics are ooc so it’s fine lmao. sorry if this is ass)
Something you had very quickly learned about Dean is the fact that he loves to be held. You’d never think it was true just from looking at him, the tough hunter who never lets his guard down. You never would have believed it yourself until the first time he simply laid in between your legs, resting his head on your plush tummy without saying a word.
It quickly became a routine after that. In the beginning it made you a little insecure that he chose your stomach of all places to use as a pillow, but Dean very quickly put an end to your insecurities. He made sure to always lift your shirt slightly and lightly kiss the exposed skin, murmuring about how perfect you are and how lucky he is to always have a pillow no matter where he goes.
After years of the routine, the insecurities were long forgotten and you learned to love those moments just as much as Dean. You’d play with his hair while he held tightly to your hips or traced your stretch marks, hushed conversations about one another’s days or moods being shared. Dean lived for those moments, lived to be held and cared for in the way he always longed for. After so many years of caring for everyone else and never really having the favor returned, it felt amazing to just be taken care of.
Dean often wondered why you were so willing to provide the treatment he so desperately needed, but he never had the balls to ask you about it. His questions were answered one night when you whispered something to him, something that nearly made him cry.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to let me care for you, my love. I know you need this and I am so glad that you chose me to be the one to provide it for you. I will always try my hardest to provide you with the love and care you deserve because I know you’d do the same for me.” Your voice was so soft, your touch even softer as you lightly ran your fingers down his back.
Dean was honestly so overwhelmed with love and gratitude for you that he found himself at a loss for words. Instead, he only nuzzled your soft tummy and laid about a million kisses to any exposed skin he could find. He would never be able to make sense of how he got so lucky to have you, how after of all the shitty things he’d done and been through he still somehow was able to be deserving of a soul as gentle and pure as your own.
#supernatural#spn#spnfandom#supernatural x reader#supernatural x you#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#spn fanfic#supernatural fanfiction#spn fandom#supernatural fandom#plus size!reader#dean winchester x plus size reader#dean winchester x you
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Could you make a stuffing story about this?
✨Y’all, don’t hate me, but this has been in my inbox since July of last year. I’m so sorry I’ve been sitting on it for that long… but, I’m in the process of writing a full story for it. I promise. Also, thank you to @nvtwhalk07 for this amazing edit you’ve done! Anyway, here’s a snippet of what I’ve got:
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Kit stood in the kitchen, doubled-over against the bar counter, his massive stomach stretched to its limits... the aftermath of yet another epic stuffing session, orchestrated by his adoring partner, Joe. His elbows resting on the cold granite, Kit struggled to keep his balance.
The couple's stuffing sessions were typically hot and intense, never failing to push Kit's body to its limits. He was accustomed to the extreme bloating, feverish sweats, and unrelenting gassiness that plagued him after each trial... but this time, Kit had eaten more than he ever had before, and his digestive system wasn't prepared to take on such a hefty load.
Large chunks of solidified food and pools of sloshing liquid made their presence known inside his swollen belly, turning and shaking inside of him as though his stomach were a compact tumble-wash... but, in spite of his intense discomfort, Kit tried to play it cool, putting on his best pokerface, in an attempt to conceal his agony.
With a strained smile, he turned on his charms, concealing his discomfort. "Wow." He sighed, taking a moment to catch his breath. "That stuffing session was amazing. Look how big and round I am right now."
Joe looked over at him, a mix of amusement and concern on his face. Kit had become much larger than he was the last time Joe had attempted to make his gut burst, having consumed an excessive amount of food. "Are you sure you're okay, Kit?" Joe asked, genuinely worried about his well-being.
"I'm sure." Kit replied, his voice strained. "You've really outdone yourself this time, sweetheart. I'm massive!"
It was true. Kit had greatly surpassed his previous threshold, having gulped down the better portion of Joe's large feast during his feeding, which left their refrigerator almost barren. He had indulged in a bounty of homemade dishes, savoring every mouthful... but now, faced with his oversized belly, in the wake of his gluttonous feat, Kit longed for some relief.
Still maintaining his facade of nonchalance, Kit continued, his voice a seductive whisper. "Once I find the strength to move again, I expect this belly to be showered with love... the way you always do it. And... I think my belly button deserves some attention too, this time. I've earned that much, don't you think?"
His navel had been overlooked for far too long, having gone completely untouched for months. Joe used to adore his belly button — the way it looked; it's funny smell; the bitter taste of his flesh; the way that the tight hole would hold onto his fingertips — but, for some unknown reason, he'd simply stopped looking after it. Kit missed the days when he'd wake up to the feeling of Joe's tongue burrowing it's way down into the deep pit, and eating it out... all of the thorough shower cleanings, and sensual fingerings. Having fervently devoured his grande meal, he felt as though he'd proven himself worthy of receiving that kind of affection once again.
Joe, still gazing at Kit, with a mixture of pride and desire, rose from his stool. Like a cat, he tiptoed around the stretch of the bar — his wool-socked feet hardly making a sound against the tiled floor — and approached Kit from behind. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Kit's body and placed his hands on his lover's engorged stomach, feeling the gravity of it's weight, and it's radiating warmth beneath his touch.
Slowly, he began to circle Kit's navel with his fingertips, applying a slight pressure to the area around the hole. Kit felt like he might burst — still doubled over, his breath labored — and yet, the feeling of Joe's hands against his skin sent a shiver of delight down his spine. His eyes fluttered closed as he relished in the euphoric sensation... the heaviness of his belly all but disappearing in his partner's firm grasp. Joe's fingers worked into his flesh, as though he were a large lump of clay — his hands gliding smoothly over the expanse of Kit's bloat, molding it. With each gentle stroke, he felt his discomfort fade away, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure.
Keeping a tender hold on Kit's midsection, Joe lifted him up from his slump against the countertop and turned him around, so that he could rest his back against the cool surface, and draw some of his tension away of his aching spine. Desire gleamed in Joe's eyes as he slowly knelt down and gave Kit's belly a shower of loving kisses, his hands massaging either side of his lover's bulging abdomen. Kit watched with excitement, his discomfort a thing of the past. Joe's tongue delved deep into the crevices of Kit's belly button, exploring every nook and cranny that the had been etched into the walls of the dark hole during his infancy. It was absolutely filthy, having gone unwashed for months — each wrinkle bearing a new bitterness.
The sensory overload only amplified Kit's pleasure, causing him to squeeze out a small, pungent fart, in a moment of heat. "Oof! Sorry." He muttered, acknowledging his accidental emission as he fought to catch his breath.
Instead of reacting with disgust, Joe encouraged him, his lust unwavering. "No... don't apologize." He murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "You're so tight. Make yourself comfortable."
Joe's worship continued, his tongue swirling in large circles, exerting a immense force against the edges of Kit's belly button. Kit writhed in ecstasy, moaning like ghost, with the occasional accompaniment of yet another unapologetic fart. Time seemed to stand still as he surrendered to the moment, completely lost in the revelry. Joe's tongue reached every filthy nook and cranny, with a sloppy motion, leaving no pore untouched.
"Aahhh." Kit sighed, reveling in the rapture of that familiar tingling. "That's nice. I... missed this."
Feeling as though Kit was sufficiently primed for further pleasures, Joe removed his tongue from the depths of his navel and invited Kit to join him on their bedroom. "Why don't we take this... elsewhere?" He proposed. Urging him to follow, Joe inserted his finger into the slimy, warm crater, giving him a taste of the joys that lay ahead, and bent his knuckle — pulling Kit up from the counter like a fish on a hook.
"Mmm. Okay." Waddling behind Joe like an obese penguin, Kit eagerly followed him.
It was clear to him that Joe had further plans to cater to Kit's desires, setting the stage for an intimate and fulfilling evening. Both men, enthusiastically embarking on the intimate adventure that awaited them on the other side of the open door, made their way into their private quarters.
#starry eyes#thanks for the submission!#kit connor#kit connor belly/tummy#kit connor navel#joe locke#smut fic
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I AM IN DESPERATE NEED FOR A CHRIS X SINGER!READER HEADCANONS THINGY.
BUT THE READER IS LIKE FAMOUS FAMOUS.
(Like fucking 100k+ people at her concerts 🙏🙏)
(This is also based purely off of my fame DR)
LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WORK BTW<3🤭
Chris x singer!reader headcanons
𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - Slightest bit of swearing
𝔞/𝔫 - Thanks love, I’m glad y’all like what I post :)
- Chris LOVES all of your songs and makes you listen to them every time he’s on aux (which is a lot)
- He constantly subtly hints that he wants a song written about him, and when you finally do he goes ballistic
- He LOVES your entire fan base and how supportive they are of you
- speaking of supportive, this man would do anything for you. He’ll stay up late into the night to help you brainstorm lyrics, and gets so happy when you actually put them in a song
- He’s always in awe of the amount of people at your concerts, knowing that you deserve every little bit of love you get by them
- He himself wants to make music one day, your his inspiration and he makes sure you know that
- The edits of him watching you sing with a lovesick expression 🤭🤭
“The way he looks at her”
- Chris constantly wonders how a beautiful and talented girl like you, could ever be into someone ‘like him’. And your always reassuring him that you’ll never leave him for someone ‘better’. (Let’s be real you can’t get better than him)
- Always down to Netflix and chill after a long day of recording in the studio
- Gives extra complements and reassurance when he knows your feeling down about your music
“How do you come up with this stuff? This shit’s fire”
“Damn babe, that sounded amazing”
“Don’t beat yourself up ok? We all have our bad days. You still sounded amazing though”
- He always wants to come to the studio with you, which most of the time you decline because he’s distracting af
- when you do let him come, he gets so excited and clears his whole schedule so he can spend the day there with you
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XOXO - Zoe
#singer#head canon#head cannon#fypage#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#sturniolo head canons#christopher sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo x reader#chris x reader#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#imagine#boyfriend#famous
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Baby Got Back!!
Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you, before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”.
Warnings; series, eventual (almost immediate) smut, pining, the boys are horny they talk a bit raunchy about you, big dick!jk (they call it small tho they're just bullying) ,first chapter is pretty tame, you canonically have a nice booty <3
chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5
Jungkook hated it when you were around.
You were just so fucking nice, so pretty. He could barely think around you.
The best days were when you decided to let Jimin drag you to lunch along with him and the other two boys.
“Wait, you’re really leaving us for a whole week? Whyyy,” Taehyung whined, leaning into your side, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. They were all so comfortable with you, Jungkook had no idea how. He knew he’d combust if he was in his friends position, especially with the way you were running your fingers through his hair.
Was it weird to wonder how you smelled right now?
“ Not even a whole week!” you say, giggling a bit when Tae groans at you pushing him off you a bit, “My parents really wanted me to come home for like three days, you’ll live.”
“You promised you’d come with us this weekend,” Jimin puffs, pushing cerulean strands away from his eyes, “I already rented our Airbnb and it was expensive as shit! If you don’t come I’m just gonna assume you hate me,”
It was so hard to focus on the conversation, with the way his friends were sandwiching you between them. He looked down, knitting his eyebrows and running his tongue along the side of his cheek. He kept his eyes on his plate when you said you had to leave early and pushed out a small ‘bye’ when you squeezed his shoulder on your way out.
“Kook, you can stop crying now,”
“I wasn't!” Jungkook huffs, whipping his head up to pout at his older friends laughing at him. They only made his situation harder, teasing him about you every chance they got.
“Uh, why are you yelling at me when I just got your girlfriend to come on the trip?” Jimin asks, a hand over his heart to feign hurt. Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows at the younger boy before stealing a couple fries from his plate.
“What? She said she was coming like a week ago hyung,”
“Oh my god,” Jimin snorted, “Have you not been paying attention? What were you doing for like the past twenty minutes?”
“Probably looking at her ass,” Taehyung interjects, waving his salt covered fingers in Jungkook’s direction.
“She was sitting down bruh,”
“I know. Her ass is still amazing,”
Jimin pauses for a moment, staring at his grinning friend.
“You’re right, though,”He giggles, eyes turning to crescent moons with his bright smile.
Here they go again. Jungkook’s friends were never shy about their attraction to you, even though they knew about his long held crush. He figured it was because they thought he’d never act on it. They were probably right.
“Listen, she was thinking about going to her parents for three days but I convinced her to only go for the weekend so that she could still come with us,” Jimin smirked, puffing out his chest as if he deserved a medal for his ‘work’.
Well, considering he just saved Jungkook a good two hours of sulking, maybe he did.
“Thank god, I packed like 3 pairs of grey sweatpants and no underwear! I would’ve wasted all my ‘sexy’ on… you two,” Jungkook said, pretending to gag with a finger in his mouth.
“Ew, bruh.” Jimin grimanced .
“I’m gross but y’all were just sitting here talking about ___’s ass?”
Taehyung patted his shoulder from across the table, giving him a pitiful stare.
“Her ass is actually sexy and your little dick is like a Kandinsky painting.”
“Beautiful?” Jungkook snorts, a smile creeping onto his face.
“Nah, abstract!” He replied, falling back on his seat in a fit of giggles.
It was going to be a long two days without you.
#jeon jk#jeon jeongkook#jungkook#jungkook smut#kpop smut#bts v#taehyung#park jimin#bts jimin#jimin smut#taehyung smut#bts fic#bangtan#kook.series#jk.bgb
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ao3 going down really felt like a wake up call. i’ve been playing with the idea of downloading my fav fics for a week or so, and now i’m like “oh shit i really should do that”. so once ao3 gets back online, you bet i’m gonna download my fav fics for safe keeping. if you don’t want to lose yours, you should do it too.
also, don’t keep refreshing ao3 right now. the site is already overloaded with the issue (i rebloged some posts explaining it), so refreshing it definitely isn’t helping.
edit: ao3 is back! be careful with the site as it’s just back up now. i downloaded my fav fics so i’ll be ok if it goes down again. happy reading!!
edit 2: i think it may be buffering again. if possible, stay off the site for a while. let it chill and fix itself. personally, i’m taking the time to reread the fics i downloaded so i don’t overload the site.
final edit: ao3 is back back now! shoutout to the amazing VOLUNTEERS who keep ao3 up and running. i think i speak for all of us when i say we are super thankful for you. y’all work your asses off to keep the site up and y’all deserve all the love in the world. ALSO! readers, still be patient with the site. they said it may still be slow so just let it do it’s thing.
#marauders#ao3#i’m losing my mind as much as y’all are but pls be patient#they’re doing their best i swear#asher says :)
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It will be New Years for me once the Earth rotates, but it may already be 2024 for you <3
Tag time! (Hope you don’t mind ^^;) This is probably the most heart you’ll ever get from me, so be grateful <3/J (I actually love y’all and til this day, I’m still amazed you’re here and we’re mutuals??? Like wHAT?????)
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If it weren’t for y’all, I don’t think I would have stuck on Tumblr for as long as I did- When I moved platforms and fandoms, it was really intimidating. Thanks for always being so warm and friendly for the times we interact ^^
Rook Enjoyers 😎
@deluxe-rabbitsu
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…This deserves its own category. May we continue to simp for the funny huntsman into the new year 🫡
Thanks for Brainrotting with me
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????!?!?????? How have you not called the police on me yet???? Thank you so SO much for being supportive and y’all are just so… amazing??? Like I feel like I don’t deserve you for how sweet you’ve all been??? Out of this world 💥
*Gently Places on Pedestal*
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I know I don’t interact much but I really REALLY love your works and it does brighten my day whenever I see you pop up in my notifications! …I’d be lying if I said some of you on the list didn’t feel like seniors/senpais on this site ^^;
#1 Idia Hater
@pinkrozezzz
Look at you, all special and cozy with a spot for yourself 🙄🙄 I hope you trip over a knife— I mean have a wonderful new year <3
7SU
@pumpknpatches
@okayu-7thjojo
@79siris
I may have moved on to TWST but godddd I will never forget this game. When the 7SU content (especially in the west) was still barren, seeing you was like seeing water in a desert! I’m glad to have been apart of such a close, tight-knit community with you all 🥺
…and more <33
#thanks for being my highlight of 2023 <3#yes- that’s rook’s hat#cat scribblez 🌸#oc: cloche 🎊#mutuals 🎊#meowing 🌸
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Snow Flower | kth (m)
pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader)
genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; humor; fluff; strangers to almost lovers to idiots to lovers; one-shot.
summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding — until he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere.
rating ↠ +18
warnings ↠ taehyung is bi y’all; alcohol consumption; sexual tension; taehyung is a menace but he’s also stupid; some religious jokes are made; some kink shaming (tae is lowkey offended by furry kink?? idek); minor accident; very minor parent issues (this is really in the background, but i was going through stuff and writing it helped); a bunch of Christmas movies talk; taehyung is scared of grinch lol (i'm serious 💀); second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut (the warnings are long as fuck, so beware).
smut warnings 👀↠ mentions of anal; masturbation; orgasm denial; orgasm control; a whole lot of teasing; edging; dirty talk; pet names; soft dom!taehyung; switch!reader; fingering; light pussy slapping; nipple play; oral (f. and m. receiving); choking on cock; tae has a huge dick ‘cus it’s christmas and we deserve it; unprotected sex (pls don't do it. this is unhinged fiction); praise kink; marking; biting; light spanking; a splash of degradation (he calls reader a slut once); reader has sensitive thighs; tae has stamina for days; so much begging; a bit of overstimulation 'cus taehyung is a man on a mission; multiple orgasms; squirting; creampie; cum eating; it’s rough but it’s also super silly; they joke during sex, it's ridiculous; aftercare.
teaser ↠ (wc:0.8k) read it before to make sure this is for you ♡
word count ↠ 22k (7.5k are just smut y'all, i went off 🥴)
estimated reading time ↠ 60 minutes
note ↠ just wanna come out and say that i listened to mistletoe an unhealthy amount of times to get into the mood to write this and i think i’m damaged for life. also, i know it’s march lol, but i went through some shit™️ while writing this and it took some time to get back on track. to be honest, i almost gave up on this fic at least once a week, and it was hard as fuck to finish it. i struggled a lot with the plot until i was actually satisfied, but i'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
note² ↠ if this fic is finished, i have to thank @uarmymoonlight for lowkey bullying me into seeing this story through, always ready to motivate and help me brainstorm and fix plot points. you know i love you, and i hope you get a himbo to yourself one day. also wanna thank @vsualitae for being such a sweet listener, and for helping me through writer's block. you’re amazing, and i will cherish you forever, please don't give up on me because i'm terrible at replying.
note³ ↠ thank you again for @imakeamess for the amazing banner!
playlist ↠ this is what i think reader and tae’s playlist would look like
navigation | masterlist | permanent taglist | tell me your thoughts ♡
Jungkook suffering a car accident two days before Christmas was honestly so damn selfish of him.
It took five whole weeks of mature conversations (read: Jungkook calling Taehyung a pathetic little baby before resorting to messaging Taehyung’s mom) to convince Taehyung to go on this stupid Christmas trip to the middle of nowhere, only for Jungkook to think it’d be funny to drive his shit ass car straight against a light pole barely five minutes out of Soojin's dorm parking lot.
“You won’t be alone with her,” the asshole promised “Soojin and I will be there too”.
On top of that, Jungkook had the nerve to first go through a bunch of x-rays and cat scans before letting you and Taehyung — already settled in the shit chalet Soojin rented — know that him and Soojin would have to wait the 26th for the next bus to the hell hole that they mistook as a city, because no one in their right minds would willingly come here.
Well, of course Taehyung should’ve known that there was no way he could spend time in the same environment as you without wanting to kill himself: with or without Jungkook and Soojin, being reminded of your existence makes Taehyung feel nothing but nausea.
…
Ok, maybe he should rephrase that.
It’s not that he hates you, or anything. In fact, when Taehyung met you, hate was pretty much the opposite of what he was feeling. That night, in the frat’s living room, surrounded by dozens of other bodies as you danced to a song so loud he couldn’t even recognize, Taehyung swore you were the hottest, most sensual person he had ever seen.
It was one of the first times Taehyung went completely sober to a frat party, the only alcohol in his lips being the one he sucked straight out of your tongue. The choice of going teetotal had to do with the terrible lunch he made earlier that day that still rumbled in his stomach as he kissed down your chest (quick unrelated question: how much mayonnaise are you supposed to use in the pudding recipe to replace heavy whipping cream?).
Naturally, he couldn’t have thrown up before he went to the party — no, no, his stomach had to wait until you were straddling and grinding on him in one of the house’s empty bedrooms to push his excuse of a dessert out of his mouth.
Taehyung was pretty damn good at making up excuses to avoid people he slept with. But with you? He barely saw your tits and no fucking excuses were needed.
It took around two months for him to find his will to live again, and things started to go back to normal — until Jungkook started to date Soojin, that is. Don’t get him wrong, Taehyung loves Soojin and how she makes Jungkook happy and all that bullshit, he just hates the fact that she also happens to be your roommate.
[10:36] taehyung: jungkook how could u
[10:37] taehyung: i can’t believe u right now, istg
[10:37] taehyung: u could’ve come by bus with me, but nooooo
[10:37] taehyung: u absolutely HAD to suffer a fucking accident now, didn’t u??
[10:38] taehyung: i’ll never leave this room
[10:38] taehyung: if i don't die of shame before u are arrive, u are dead to me
[typing] taehyung: btw F for u and all, hope your leg’s fine, i lov
A loud thud startles Taehyung, making him drop his phone on the bed.
He waits a second to make sure his heart is still beating before slowly getting up and leaving his room. He steps around some bags placed on the floor near your chosen bedroom to reach the open front door.
Taehyung first notices your car parked near the house with the trunk open, before his eyes descend to your sprawled form on the icy ground, your head snapping up when he calls your name with a confused frown.
“Oh. Hi, Taehyung.”
“Wait, that sound was you slipping? Shit, you ok? Can you get up?”
“Yeah!” You assure, before he can cross the threshold. “Yes, don’t worry.”
You shift on the ground, but as soon as you place your hands behind you for leverage, your face turns into a grimace.
“Fuck”.
“What?”
You don’t answer, instead trying to find different ways to get up while avoiding moving your left arm, and failing adorably every time as the thickness of your clothes restrains your movements.
“Ok, maybe I can’t get up.” You slump back, sighing.
He closes his coat and changes from his slippers quickly, sidestepping the frozen paths to make his way to you.
When Taehyung crouches by your side he is taken by a sudden urge to swallow his fist. As if the whole situation wasn’t already perfect, you simply had to become even prettier than the last time he saw you. Are you some kinda wine or something? Why the hell you gotta be so gorgeous for?
“Should I…” he starts “uhm, sorry, can I touch you?” Has his voice always been this high?
You nod, and Taehyung automatically starts to rub his hands together.
“What you doing?”
“My hands are cold.”
“I’m… laying on ice.” Your face softens with amusement.
He pauses.
“Right.”
He grabs your upper arms and helps you to your feet, stepping away as soon as you’re standing.
“Thanks.”
You take your hand to your upper arm briefly, letting out a low hiss.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah, think I hit my shoulder.”
“That sucks for you… damn.” He eloquently says.
You glance back at your car, slowly walking back to it. Taehyung assumes you’re going to close the trunk, but when you lean to secure a bag he calls for you once again.
“What you doing?”
“There’s more stuff to take.”
“What? You’ll hurt your shoulder.”
“Did that already.”
“Stop that, let me do it.”
“No, it’s—” you look at the luggage in front of you when he comes to your side “it’s kinda heavy.”
Taehyung chuckles through his shattered ego.
“I can manhandle just fine.” He cringes as soon as he says it.
“... Right.” You clear your throat. “I got Soojin’s stuff too, and I’m pretty sure Jungkook put some of his shit in before I closed it.”
Your roommate’s name rings some bells in Taehyung’s head, and he realizes that this is the longest you two have talked since he… well, y’all know it by now, no need to keep remembering.
“Just tell me where you want them.”
You reluctantly step away from the car, and Taehyung takes a deep breath: he can’t afford to further embarrass himself in front of you, and maybe it’ll be a good opportunity to make some new, healthier, memories with you.
There are only two things that could explain why Taehyung’s forehead vein is almost popping from carrying a few bags and boxes for less than ten minutes.
First: he should consider finding the fastest way out of here because you brought bodies for a Christmas trip.
But then, this isn't really fair because he sure never had problems handling some bodies before.
…
Shit, that came out terrible. Just to be clear: he means in sex.
Which brings him to the second possible explanation: Taehyung should probably start tagging along Jungkook to the gym, because holy fuck why are things foggy?
The worst, of course, is that you’re watching him, and there’s only so much panting someone can get away with without sounding on the verge of death, so Taehyung does his best to swallow his grunts as he crosses the living room to drop a bag near your bedroom door.
“Taehyung?” You ask, and wow. You look so pretty surrounded by little white spots. Who would’ve thought.
“Yeah.” He gasps.
“You ok?”
“Absolutely! Why you ask?” His laugh sounds more like asthmatic breathing than anything else.
He blinks a few times to try and see you with some definition, and he's like, 63% sure you just furrowed your brows.
“The last thing is Soojin’s gift to Jungkook, so you can leave it there and I’ll help you get it later.”
“What? I got everything else already, it’s fine.”
“Yeah, and thank you for it, but—”
“Really, no sweat. Where?”
You consider him for a second, sighing when you point to the spot between the window and the fireplace.
“Can you place it there?”
Taehyung nods before he returns outside, carefully making his way to the car and sitting on the open trunk as soon as you’re out of view.
He can't pass out. He looked it up before and changing names is way too expensive.
So, instead, he turns to the last thing you brought: a large box, enveloped in a wrapping paper so ugly he immediately knows Jungkook chose it. He adjusts himself to grab it, but almost sobs as he realizes it’s the heaviest yet.
He takes a deep breath and secures it in his hold, sprinting back inside, blessed enough not to fall (because the universe couldn’t possibly be that cruel). He rushes to the spot you indicated and sets the box down, unable to prevent the most ridiculous little whimper to leave his lips.
“... Taehyung.”
“Again, I’m fine, it was pretty light actually.” He says, but inhales so loud that he’s sure he sucked all the room's air.
“That was a drum set you just carried.”
“... what.”
“Soojin bought Jungkook a drum set. I think it weighs about 55kg.” You explain, biting back a smile.
“Well. As I said, no biggie.” Please don’t faint. Please don’t faint. Please don’t faint. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Oh. Kinda sore, but I'm fine.”
“Great.” He slowly gets up, swinging to his room. “I’ll go uh, unpack.”
If you say anything after that, Taehyung doesn't hear it, closing the door to his room and crashing onto the bed. He spreads his arms wide and lets out a long, tortuous breath.
He allows his body to relax for a second, dazedly looking up. He’s not sure if his vision is now compromised, if he’s about to pass out or if there’s mold in the room’s ceiling.
Hum.
The price of this place starts to make more sense by the second.
A notification draws his attention to his phone beside him.
[10:58] kookie: just try not to puke on her and you’ll be fine (;
Here’s something people don’t tell you about fuckboys: they are often really lonely and depressed.
…
Oh, no— not Taehyung, though, he’s just fine.
He enjoys the simplicity of getting his dick wet and the minimal brain power it takes to flirt.
Besides, people say love makes you stupid and Taehyung promised Jungkook he’d try to be less of that. So yeah, he likes to cuddle and maybe do some of that stupid corny shit sometimes, but as soon as the knot in his stomach starts to feel a hell lot like butterflies he’s dipping out.
The sound of your door closing across the hall snaps him out of his mind. Fucking finally!
Jumping out of his bed, Taehyung furtively exits his room, dragging his feet towards the kitchen. It takes around ten minutes of opening and digging into cabinets for him to remember Soojin was the one assigned with bringing the food.
He opens the fridge, hopeful that maybe the host left something before vacating the house, but he’s met with nothing but a half empty milk bottle (that looks a hell of a lot like yogurt when he shakes it, and even he knows that’s not a good sign) and an unopened beer can.
He rubs his chin, considering his options, but starving or walking on an empty stomach under negative temperatures feels like a whole new level of dumb and he sure doesn’t wanna die with dry ass lips. So, alternatively, after a quick second of quietly and tearlessly sobbing, Taehyung brings himself to knock on your bedroom door.
When you open it he— wait, were you going to sleep? The puffiness around your cheeks and the way you lazily look at him makes Taehyung think so. Also, there’s the fact you’re wearing a pajama set, cute little bears drawn all over your legs.
“Taehyung?” He snaps his eyes up.
“Uh, the nearest town is an hour away on foot.” He blurts, gulping at the way his name sounded laced in your raspy I’ve just woken up voice.
You frown.
“... right?”
He clears his throat; tries again.
“Soojin was supposed to bring the food, so there’s nothing for us to eat. I would grab something, but I think she booked a place near Earth’s butthole, ‘cus there’s nothing close.” You chuckle. Wait, you just… chuckled? Oh god, that must mean you think he's funny!, does that mean you think he's funny oh and your smile damn he feels like that's the first time he's seen your smile quick say something funnier oh wait, not— “But nothing like a good Christmas anal, right?”
Shit.
You open your mouth to say something, but he doesn’t wait for you to react before adding, “sorry. I don’t know why I said that, I mean,” he snickers nervously “only crazy people do anal.” You close your mouth immediately, and Taehyung fights the urge to cry — the fuck is he saying? “I mean, that’s not— I don’t, uhm— I do anal all the time!” He can't tell if he's laughing or crying at this point. “Oh my god, I—”
“Taehyung?” He promptly shuts up. “I think I got it.” Your tone is teasing, but he doesn’t dare meet your eyes as heat creeps up his neck.
“Sorry.”
“What were you saying before? About the food?”
“Right!” He lets out a relieved sigh, shaking his head to try and remember what he was saying before deeming it important for you to know he does anal. “We don’t have any food so… would you mind uhm, driving me to go grocery shopping?”
“It’s not like I have any choice, right?” You let out a little laugh and oh, my god, he hopes that was just a terrible attempt at a joke. “Let me just change real quick, then we can go.”
“Ok.”
He turns back to his room before you even have time to close your door.
It takes around two minutes of screaming into his pillow for the embarrassment to die down. When he starts to change into more presentable clothes, Taehyung tries to remember where the fuck he dropped his brains before this trip.
The shithole Soojin rented is around twenty minutes from town, and Taehyung spends each one of them in pure agony.
Despite the fact that you were very comfortable, idly checking out the landscapes as your fingers tapped against the steering wheel leather, Taehyung was sure that you were seconds away from jumping out of the car to free yourself from the torture of his company. He couldn't stop wondering if he was breathing too loud, but his attempts to hold his breath quickly backfired when you kept asking why he was turning purple beside you.
Overall? Safe to say this weekend will be great!
Trying to get out of his head, he spots a convenience store a couple streets into town.
When he sets foot out of the car, Taehyung is glad you parked right in front, because holy shit, is cold as fuck. He wraps the coat tighter around him, but his shivering only stops after he steps into the establishment’s heating.
The place has only three aisles, barely stocked. A few fluorescent lamps cast the room in faint, clinical lightning and Taehyung spots a little fake Christmas tree over the counter. If art is about eliciting a reaction, whoever was responsible for decorating the place is a hell of an artist, because Taehyung feels immediately depressed.
You, on the other hand, don't seem bothered. In fact, you quietly take in the environment, and Taehyung anxiety goes nuts, ‘cus if you are not talking, then he has no clue of what you’re thinking and what you’re thinking scares the shit outta him.
His eyes travel around the shelves in an attempt to find something he can comment on, quickly grabbing a mini reindeer ornament kit while you set your purse between your knees to remove your thicker clothing.
“Hey, check this. Don’t know why people buy shit like that, it's not like reindeers even exist.”
He turns to you after laughing in the most ridiculous, unnatural way, but his smile drops immediately when he catches you folding your coat in your hands as a large — and corny as fuck — reindeer head stares back at him from your sweater.
You know what? He’s gonna own his shit talking ability as a talent, because it takes effort to be this clueless.
You look at him, bottom lip jutting out slightly before your gaze drops to your sweater.
“Damn, I’m sorry. Actually, I think reindeers are really cute, and it’s not like Santa is real anyway either.”
You frown “Taehyung?”
“Huh?”
“Are you serious?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know reindeers are real, right?”
“No, they are not. What you saying?” His brows knit together in his forehead. Your lips curve up in a smile before you start chuckling. He lets out a relieved sigh. “I knew you were just messing with me. Almost got me there.”
You shake your head as you keep laughing, but… wait— holy shit, reindeers are fucking real?! But what about the whole flying thing?
…
Well, damn.
On second thought, Taehyung should definitely be more scared of opening his mouth than he is of silence.
Your laughter melts into a large smile, before you glance around.
“Should we eat first?” You suggest, pointing to some tables near the large picture windows at front.
“Sure.” He agrees, still kinda thrown off.
You go to the cashier, asking for a menu. “What should we get?”
“Anything quick.”
“Ok. You good with ramen?” He nods and you order two bowls.
It takes no longer than five minutes for the server to bring the steaming instant food to your table.
Here’s another thing Taehyung’s just realized: keeping your mouth shut is a hell of a lot easier when your whole vision of life has just been challenged. What else is real?!
“God, this looks awful.” Your voice cuts through his existential crisis, eyes trained on the street outside the window.
“Huh?”
“There’s almost no one around and barely any decoration. Doesn’t even look like Christmas.”
“I mean, if I lived here I’d want to get the hell out for the holidays too, so.” Good! That was civilized.
“Fair”, you grant.
You tilt the bowl back a bit to drink some of the broth, giggling to yourself when you set it on the table again. “Have you ever wondered what Whoville would look like if Grinch had actually stolen Christmas?”
“What?”
“Like the Jim Carrey movie?” He nods, and you go on. “He wanted to ruin the town's Christmas spirit and shit. I think this town is what would happen if he succeeded.”
“I hate that movie.”
“Why?” You frown, but you still have a soft smile on your lips and Taehyung feels encouraged.
“A big green furry guy that uses onions as deodorant and commits arson? How the fuck is that a kid’s movie? I’m pretty sure anyone who likes Grinch is into furry or something” he snickers, “don’t know how that kinky shit can get people into their Christmas spirit.”
“You being hella judgy for someone who just found out reindeers are a thing.” You scoff.
Taehyung's smile drops.
“You… like Grinch?”
“It’s a classic, of course I like it!”
Taehyung groans, but the way your teeth nibble at your lip to hold back a smile makes him hesitate.
“Are you offended?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” You’re so blatantly amused that even Taehyung could’t miss it — and he can’t help but open a large, boxy smile at your teasing.
“Damn, I’ve been saying all kinds of deranged shit the whole day, and Grinch is what gets to you?”
“It was all shits and giggles until you decided to come for my holiday movie.”
“Your holiday movie? Shit, all I’m hearing is you not denying your furry kink.”
You gape at him, “I do not have a furry kink! Grinch has a very important message and is a very nice, sweet Christmas story.”
“Except it’s terrifying and kinky as fuck,” your playfull pout earns a chuckle out of Taehyung “sorry to be the one to ruin your Christmas spirit, but it kinda feels like I did you a favour.”
“You have no place to say it.”
“Oh?”
“Ain’t your Christmas about anal or some shit?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, what about it?”
“How’s that a better way to get into your Christmas spirit?”
“Well,” he smirks “maybe you should try and see for yourself.”
You dismiss him with a laugh, and Taehyung feels something melting inside. Jesus fuck, what an infatuating sound.
Shaking your head, you finish the rest of you ramen before breaking the now comfortable silence between you.
“No, but for real. How do you do it?”
Taehyung frowns — but who is he to deny such information?
“I mean… if you must know, most people think you should start with pegging, but I think—”
“No! Why would I ask you about anal?” Oh my god, Taehyung needs to keep saying weird shit so you keep laughing like that.
“Of course, sorry, you know your stuff.”
“Maybe we should stop talking about anal.”
“You brought it up, just outright shaming me.”
“Ok, fair. My bad.”
He smiles, “what you wanna know?”
“How do you get into your holiday spirit?”
Taehyung slurps on his ramen before replying “uhm. I dunno if there’s a ritual or anything.”
“Like, when do you start to feel like it’s Christmas?”
“Usually when I get home.” Taehyung shrugs, but when his eyes meet yours and find an expectant glimmer swimming in your gaze, he makes an effort to think about it. “But it fully hits when me and my sister decorate the tree or when my mum bakes cookies.”
“That seems nice.”
“My birthday is on the 30th though, so I guess it’s kinda natural to me in a way.”
“Huh. So you’re almost Jesus.”
“Now, that’s something I’ve never heard before.” He chuckles.
“Too sinful?” You taunt, and he bites.
“Something like that. Wouldn’t pass being nailed in a cross, though.”
“Holy shit.” Your laugh sends a smile to his face. “Don’t even know what to say to that.”
“Didn’t he die so we could sin? Just doing my part.”
“Pretty sure that wasn’t it.” You shake your head, groaning dramatically. “You gonna ruin Christmas for me if you keep this up.”
“Let’s be real here, Soojin’s to blame too for renting the serial killer shack. You can’t get into the holiday spirit when your place is full of very suspicious wine stains.”
“That's fair,” you allow. “When she told me she rented a secluded little place for us to spend the winter break, I fully expected some fancy cottage like the one from The Holiday.”
“The Kate Winslet’s one?”
“Yes!”
“Yeah, we definitely don’t have that kinda budget. Jungkook spends too much on mattresses anyway,”
“What—”
“— besides, if this is a movie, it looks more like one of those big morality ones.”
“How so?”
“One of us is super greedy and presumptuous, so this is the universe’s attempt at humbling us.”
“Sending us to spend Christmas without our friends in a shitty place in a shitty town?”
“Clearly.”
“I mean, I’m a Literature major, it's not like I'll make any money.”
“Yeah, I’m in History, so.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I went to a regency themed party once and everyone looked so fine.”
“You chose your major for aesthetics?”
“What else is there to consider?”
You smile.
“And how's that going for you?”
“Three years in, not one costume party yet and my Duke attire is just gathering dust, so not great.”
“Maybe you should consider Fashion. I thought that was your major.”
“Yeah?” He pauses, considering it. “That's nice to know.” You smile and he taps his bottom lip. “But if it ain’t that kinda Christmas movie, what kind is it?”
You both ponder for a moment, before your attention returns to him, a mischievous edge to your eyes.
“Maybe it’s one of those we’re supposed to face our shit. Like the weird stuff we did in the past.”
Now, he knows you’re trying to imply something — but what? That he shouldn’t have run from you when he puked on you? ‘Cus that ain’t reasonable.
Ugh. Taehyung hates when people talk in riddles, he’s way too pretty for that.
“Maybe” he concedes, grabbing both of your bowls and getting up to throw them in the nearby trash.
He hears the small chuckle you let out, before you make your way to the door to grab a basket from a pile beside it.
Taehyung and you fall into peaceful conversation while roaming the few aisles in the store, and as the basket grows fuller, he wonders what he was shitting his pants for. Like what, he actually thought you’d just outright mention that day? You’re not cruel.
“It’s been a while since I went grocery shopping. Soojin usually buys for the two of us.” You say, grabbing some cookies from a shelf.
“I do it every week because Jungkook hates sharing food. He lost his shit once because I used all of his mayo.”
“All of his mayo? The hell kinda recipe you were making?”
…
You actually got pretty familiar with it.
“The food poisoning type.” When you laugh, he pretends that he's joking.
You finally reach the frozen section, eyes inspecting the different meat cuts available.
“What do you usually have for Christmas dinner?”
“My mom likes to make bulgogi and kimchi. Nothing special.” He shrugs. “What about you?”
You hesitate.
“Have you seen Home Alone?”
Taehyung scoffs.
“What you take me for?”
“Do you remember the mac n’ cheese scene?”
“Mhmm.”
“I’ve always wanted to have that for Christmas.” You purse your lips. “How do you fancy some bulgogi with mac n’ cheese?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
You smile. “Budget Christmas supper.”
“Just how Jesus would like it.”
“Stop saying shit like that, Taehyung. It's the man's birthday, have some respect.”
“It’s about humility.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “Having a dirty mind is also a sin, you know.”
“Yeah, you’d know that.”
“Just spreading the word. You’re the sinner here.”
You level his gaze, a challenging smile tracing your face.
“Does that mean I won’t get presents this year? Have I not been a good girl?”
Ha.
No, you didn't just say that — his last brain cell just imagined it.
God, please don't say anything about being naughty.
He exhales quietly, opting for an easy out.
“If Soojin bought Jungkook a whole ass drum kit but got you nothing, then you should reconsider your friendship. Chicks before dicks or whatever.”
“I already accepted that Jungkook won. At this point I’m just the girl she shares rent with.”
“Well, I haven’t accepted shit. You please tell your rent sharer that Jungkook is mine.”
“You should tell him that, too. I’m afraid he might’ve forgotten.”
Taehyung whines.
“You don't have to say it.”
“Sorry, I’ll let you live in denial.” Your attention returns to the refrigerator, choosing a package of beef and placing it in the basket. “What about you get us something for breakfast and I figure out our dinner today?”
Taehyung nods, walking down the next aisle. He picks up what he deems necessary not to starve the next few days and secures a mediocre wine bottle on the way before he follows you to pay for everything.
Once outside, Taehyung opens the backseat door and starts to place the groceries there, but you don’t make a move to enter the car when he’s done.
He calls you, and when you turn to him, he finds a large, beaming smile plastered on your face. You point down the street where a decaying sign announces a Christmas tree lot sale.
Taehyung shakes his head, shivering as he rubs his hands together.
“No, c’mon. They probably just have those really ugly scrawny ones.” The way your smile immediately falters makes Taehyung feel like complete shit, so he strides to your side and adds, as convincing as possible: “but! We might be lucky! It’s a small town, so they probably didn’t sell that much to begin with.”
You chew on the inside of your cheek.
“You think so?”
“We can at least try.”
When you reach the sale, however, Taehyung cringes. There aren’t many trees left, and most of them already look terrible. He’s already trying to come up with something to comfort you, but when he looks at you? Shit, he might have thought it was Christmas morning already.
And the sight melts something inside of him. The warmth of your gaze when looking at utterly fucked up Christmas trees, as if they're brand new, makes him wanna be on the receiving end of that look.
You start to roam through the rows, inspecting the trees around you.
Now that he's not actively walking anymore, Taehyung feels his body stiffening from the cold, and he starts to tremble beside you.
“I don’t know why you're wearing that thin ass coat in this weather.” You taunt.
“My goal was to look hot, not to be warm.”
“Haven’t you regretted it yet?”
“It depends.” He smiles. “Do I look hot?”
“You look cold. Actually you look kinda purple now.”
“Not even pretty?” He pouts.
“You are pretty. There’s no changing that.” You grin, narrowing your eyes at him. “But now you just look so cold that I almost wanna warm you up. Make you hot.”
What. The. Fuck.
Your tone immediately takes him back to that day at the party. To the way you flirted with him with your back pressed against his front before he took you upstairs.
The way you never once darted your eyes away from him and he felt delirious, hot, under your attention — and it’s that same intensity he finds flashing across your gaze now.
No fucking way.
Forgetting what came next, Taehyung’s mind traps him in the memory of your hand reaching between your bodies to palm him through his pants, the recollection not as sexy due to the weird rumbling of his stomach.
Coming back to his senses, to your very present eyes staring at him, he curves his lips up.
“Sorry, but this Christmas I'm good girls exclusive.”
“You saying I’m a bad girl?” You pout.
Taehyung blinks a few times.
“Shit.” He huffs out a chuckle. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Fuck, you gotta stop pouting like that.
“You just messing with me.” He shakes his head, pointing at you. “I’mma go look on the other side of the lot now.”
You laugh as he turns, walking away from you.
He does not have the necessary control to deal with you flirting with him. Not when it makes no fucking sense. And the thing is that he isn’t often the smart one in his life (that’s Jungkook’s job when he isn’t struck dumb by his love for Soojin or his occasional hatred for Taehyung), so he isn't exactly the best at understanding people.
However — although he knows he’s unfairly hot — it makes no sense for you to want him. Not after what happened. And he’s not gonna risk another embarrassing situation after things are starting to resemble normalcy with you. As a matter of fact, Taehyung is too dumb to risk anything when there isn’t clear and explicit interest.
He shakes those thoughts off his head, focusing on finding a decent enough tree, but it takes around fifteen minutes of touching crumbling twigs for him to hear you calling his name from the other side of the lot.
You’re staring quizzically at a medium sized yellowish-green tree when he reaches you. To its credit, most of its branches — although looking like they could break just from being started at for too long — are still pretty full. Hopefully it can hold some ornaments to keep that smile on your face.
“What you think?”
“It does look better than the other ones.” He points. “You want this one?”
“Yep.”
“I’m so fucking happy” you declare, staring at the wack ass tree on your car’s roof.
Taehyung chuckles.
“I’m glad.”
You step to the driver’s side, moving to get in when you notice that Taehyung isn’t following.
“Ain’t you coming?”
“You bought a Christmas tree but won’t buy ornaments?” He teases, and a large grin spreads across your face. “C’mon, I saw some in the convenience store.”
You return to Taehyung’s side and you retrace your steps down the street.
“I feel like I must warn you that the last time I decorated a tree was when I was a kid.” You confess. “So it’ll probably look like shit.”
“That’s dumb. Every tree looks good if you decorate it with love.”
“Now you’re just being corny.” You nudge his side.
“I’m just trying to anticipate you to the fact that I also can’t decorate for shit.”
“So much for being experienced.”
“Experience means shit. For example, Jungkook is like, five years old and is so wiser than me already.”
“He did drive straight against a light pole in a parking lot. So maybe you’re setting the bar too low.”
“You know, you can insult me all you want, but I won’t let you come for my Kookie.”
“Your cookie?” You tease.
“What you smirking for? God, you have such a filthy mind.”
“Do not!”
“No way you watch Grinch with that dirty mind and do not have a furry kink.”
“Shut up.” You give his arm a light smack, but you’re giggling when you push open the store’s door for the second time that afternoon.
Taehyung guides you to a shelf with a bunch of Christmas themed products, and you both start to choose from little foam and plastic ornaments.
“Fuck, that’s so cute.” He says, holding a mini foam sock you picked in his large hands.
“I know, right? Loved those little stars you got, too.” You say, placing it all over the register.
“Nice to see you two again.” The cashier grins.
“We bought a tree, so we needed some ornaments.” Taehyung reasons.
“Sure.” He looks at the two of you for a second. “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry, but you guys are such a cute couple.”
Taehyung’s face falls.
He kinda hates hearing stuff like this.
He’s heard people saying that about him and Soojin when they were fighting at a toy store trying to settle on something to buy Kook for Children’s day, and he’s heard it when he was having breakfast with a girl he had hooked up with — whose name he spent the whole meal trying to remember.
However, he never really heard it with Jungkook, even when the boy spent a whole dinner fucking sniffling his neck due to a new loation Taehyung had bought. Neither had he heard it when he was all smiles and giggles with a guy he saw for a while some months ago.
So he doesn’t really give those comments any credit. Especially because he knows he looks cute with anyone.
You, on the other hand, seem to think it’s outright hilarious.
“Thank you!” You laugh. “We aren’t together, though.”
Ha.
No way you were seriously flirting with him.
“Oh. Sorry if I…”
“No, it’s okay.” You reassure. “We sure are cute.”
Your prideful smile has Taehyung smiling too, despite himself. He likes how confidence looks on you.
The cashier rings you up, and Taehyung grabs the bags, following you outside.
When he finally stops struggling to place the tree near the house’s fireplace, it’s already dark outside.
You tried to help him a couple times, but Taehyung was intransigent, especially because of the branches — he was full of little cuts and scratches when he was done. Which is fine, makes him look kinda edgy, but he didn’t want to see them on your soft skin.
You drop the bags with the ornaments on the floor by his side, hands coming to rest on your hips. “You know, oddly enough I don’t know of any movie that has a Christmas tree decoration scene.”
“There’s that Friends scene where they decorate Monica’s tree.”
“Really? Never watched Friends.”
Taehyung gasps dramatically.
“And you like Grinch? Can’t believe I’m gonna spend Christmas with a psychopath.” He pauses. “Oh god, did Soojin rent this house for you to kill me?”
“Still with the Grinch judgment?”
“If anything I think I’m not judging enough.” You roll your eyes. “You seriously never seen Friends?”
“I don’t really like series. Too much commitment.”
“Ohhh, didn’t know you were a player.” He teases, and you laugh.
“What can I say. I'm as heartless as they come.”
“You do look very cold holding that little plush candy cane.”
“Isn't it part of the fuckboy agenda to pretend to be sweet and caring?”
“So you're manipulative kind too? Damn, you should come with a warning.”
“Who cares about affective responsibility anyway?”
He sighs, “I have so much to learn.”
You giggle, shaking your head, and Taehyung grabs another ornament bag.
“Wait, let me set the mood.” You turn around, grabbing your phone from the couche’s armrest and putting on a Christmas playlist.
As Justin Bieber’s fetus voice starts filling up the room, Taehyung lets out a loud chuckle.
“Mistletoe?”
“You seriously coming for every Christmas thing I like?” You groan at his mocking tone. “Let me live, Taehyung.”
“I’d let you, but you not doing it right.” He says, approaching you to grab the phone from your hands, but you quickly step away.
“Hell, no. This song is hella cute, you’re not changing it. Just enjoy.”
“Uh, fine. Can I choose the next one?”
“... ok. But it needs to be Christmas related.”
“I have my own Christmas playlist, you know.”
“If it doesn’t have Mistletoe on it, then I already know it’s shit.”
He gapes, feigning offense.
“Damn, the disrespect. May George Michael never hear you.”
And then you two start to assemble the little ornaments around your shitty tree, mocking each other’s music taste but enjoying and absentmindedly swinging to every song.
It’s only when Mariah Carrey’s voice sounds through your phone that you stop for a second. Your eyes find Taehyung’s with ease, when he too halts his actions after carefully hanging a little star in one of the branches.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Need more Christmas wisdom?”
“Kinda.”
“Shoot.”
“Can you tell me more about holidays with your family?”
“Sure. What do you wanna know?”
“Anything.”
“Please, be more vague.”
You think, before grabbing a little Santa hat from the bag.
“How is decorating the tree with your sister like?”
“Uhm, she’s always very organized. She likes to plan it and she used to come up with different themes every year.” He smiles to himself. “One year she convinced us to buy a fake white tree because she thought it was fancy or something. It looked like shit when we finished decorating it, so my mum took us to a last minute tree hunt and we all started a whole different decoration before the rest of the family arrived for dinner.”
“Cute.”
“Yeah, now she loves little elf ornaments. My dad bought some once and she lost her shit because of how cute they are, so she plans her decoration around them every year.”
“Oh. We should’ve bought little elfs, then.”
“Nah, I’m tired of them. This way is nice.” Taehyung opens a bag with little plastic sleigh decorations and you two start to distribute them.
“So she’s a planner. How do you decorate?”
“I usually just do as she says. You know. Shoving the little things and hoping they don’t fall.” You chuckle and Taehyung looks at you. “What about you? How’s tree decorating with your family?”
You pause, letting out a long breath before you answer, “Don’t have that many memories to choose from, honestly.”
Taehyung frowns, before a little confused laugh leaves his lips.
“What, are you traumatized or something?”
Your eyes widen when you meet his gaze, smile completely wiped from your face as your hands halt mid-air.
Taehyung immediately panics, synapses synapsing before—
Well. Shit.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t ha—”
His apologies are interrupted by the loud sound of your laughter. He almost thinks he’s imagining it before he turns to you, the little sleigh ornament falling from your hands as you lean on your knees.
“Are you… uh, okay?”
“Can’t believe you just asked that.” You try to catch your breath, laughter breaking into little giggles.
“I’m really sorry, though, I don’t kno—”
“Taehyung,” you interrupt again, biting your lip in an attempt to contain your amusement, “it’s fine, honestly. I’m okay with it, just didn’t expect you to straight up say it.” You giggle a bit more as he processes your words.
“Oh… so you’re okay?”
“Yeah. I don’t have a good relationship with my parents, and this is my first Christmas without them. Don’t wanna talk about it… sorry if it’s weird or it makes you uncomfortable.”
“No, you didn’t.” Taehyung fights the urge to apologize again, but he can help repeating himself. “You really ok, though?”
“Yeah. Really. Don’t worry about it.”
He nods, thinking before clearing his throat, “so. Want me to tell you more holiday with the Kims stories?”
Taehyung makes an effort not to let things become awkward, but it hits him then that this must be a pretty important Christmas for you — if the eager way you nod is anything to go by — and he kinda feels bad that you have to spend it with him.
Despite his concern, you fall into your now familiar laughing and teasing as he goes on to tell a bunch of family memories while you two finish up the tree.
Taehyung never had problems falling asleep. Actually, if anything, he had problems staying awake — being so hot can be exhausting sometimes. Ugh, who is he kidding? If anyone knows this, it is you. You, with your pretty smile and your pretty eyes and your pretty hands and your pretty face and your pretty voice and your fucking gorgeous body and your sense of—
Uhm. You got the point.
Anyway.
Ahem.
Where was he?
Oh, yeah.
Taehyung never really had problems sleeping, but that night, after bidding you goodnight and returning to the warmth of his covers after a good steamy shower, he felt restless.
A weird sense of responsibility weighted on him, and he promised himself that he’d try to make this holiday remarkable for you — and that he’d keep that fucking smile on your face. But even after his resolution, his body felt foreign. Taehyung kept shifting inside the covers, gut turning and twisting almost as if he had eaten something he shouldn’t and the thought kept him awake for hours on end until he realized that it resembled butterflies.
He pretended like he didn’t know why he was feeling that, but, after he finally drifted off, your face starred his every dream.
“Merry Christmas Eve!”
“So you finally remembered I exist, hum?” Taehyung secures his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he places the dishes in the sink.
You were twenty minutes deep into a Love Actually rant when his ringtone pierced through your argument. You shut up immediately, only then realizing how caught up you’ve gotten, but Taehyung was almost disappointed when you put away your lunch plate and left the kitchen to provide some privacy.
“What? I don’t remember you calling me when I was in the hospital yesterday.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, grabbing his phone properly as he makes his way to his bedroom.
“People grieve in different ways, Jungkook. You must learn to respect that.”
“What are you grieving, asshole, I didn’t die.”
“Your dignity did. Driving straight against a light pole then whining over a twisted ankle.”
“The light pole was in my blind spot.”
“So you did whine?”
“Like a proper man.” Taehyung chuckles.
“I know you’re fine, Soojin kept me updated. I figured you were tired, so I didn’t call or anything.”
“Pretty sure you sent a text blaming me for getting into an accident.”
“It kinda was your fault, though, wasn’t it, Kook?”
Jungkook gets silent on the line for a second, before letting out a loud exhale.
“Are you mad with me?”
Taehyung frowns.
“What you talking about?”
“Fuck, you are, aren’t you? I just… I’m sorry, man. I know you didn’t wanna go in the first place but I kept asking you to go, and now you’re there alone.”
“Hum. I don’t accept your apology, tho—”
“Wow. Okay, then. I mean, it wasn’t my fault you puked on her and went all incognito, so it seems a bit harsh, but go off, I guess.”
“The hell? I was gonna say I don’t accept it ‘cus there’s nothing to apologize for, jackass.”
“Oh.” He lets out a nervous laugh. “Right. Appreciate it, man. But for real, I’m sorry. Hope things aren’t too awkward there.”
Taehyung chews the inside of his cheek.
“Actually? Things are ok. Went to town to buy some stuff with her yesterday and she’s so cool, man. We’re cool.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I was a bit in my head at first, but it’s fine now.”
“Sweet! In that case, you’re welcome.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but huffs out a chuckle.
“Yeah, thank you for crashing your car, it made me happy.”
“Everything for you, Tae.”
“Shit. I kinda miss you, tough.”
“Yeah, same. But we’ll be there soon enough.”
“Great. Now, have you ever realized how amazing Emma Thompson is on Love Actually? I feel like we don’t give her enough love, and I was just reflecting on some shit.”
“Oh my god, I kinda thought the same thing the last time we watched it. I mean, let's think about it for a sec here.”
Taehyung could distinctly hear the corny Christmas soundtrack when he set foot outside his room after hours trying to soothe his Jungkook deficiency. He smiled to himself, approaching the living room.
He finds you clutching the blanket to your chest, eyes focused on the action on the TV screen.
“You ok?” His question makes you jump on the couch, hand immediately flying to your chest.
“Jesus, Taehyung! Announce yourself, goddammit!” You try to catch your erratic breath as he chuckles.
“My bad.” You grab the remote to jump back a few scenes. “What are you watching?”
“Nightmare before Christmas.”
“Nice choice.”
“Wanna join?”
“Nah. Think it's time to start making dinner.”
“Oh! Yeah, sure, let's go.”
You start to peel the covers off you, but Taehyung shakes his hand quickly.
“Let me take care of it! You can chill.”
You frown, “you don't need help?”
“No, I can figure it out by myself, enjoy your marathon.”
Okay, he knows what you're thinking, and it does seem like a pretty terrible idea given… well, the way you two met. But! Taehyung is nothing but a dedicated man, and that night with you he was humbled. So, he spent the months following the incident learning and researching and — after getting fairly acquainted with food poisoning and stressing the fuck outta Jungkook — he finally mastered the art of cooking.
…
That was misleading, sorry.
He can confidently make popcorn, and hesitantly make ramen and mac and cheese — everything an adult needs to survive, honestly —, and tonight's menu just so happens to contain one of his specialties. He just has to figure out the bulgogi part, and then he's gonna blow your fucking mind.
“Oh, by the way,” you call from the couch as he makes his way to the kitchen area “I didn't find any good brands of mac and cheese yesterday, so I bought the ingredients to make it from scratch. Hope it's okay?”
Well, shit.
Taehyung reassures you weakly, not wanting to take that smile off your face, and takes a deep breath before starting to gather the ingredients.
How hard can it be, really?
Surprising absolutely no one, Taehyung didn't figure shit out.
What he did, though, in the twenty minutes it took for him to come to his senses, was learn a few big words. Like marinated. What does it even mean? And why does every recipe site assume he knows it? He knows shit.
Also, why is mac and cheese sauce not just melted cheese? Makes absolutely no fucking sense. Honestly? Straight up cynical.
But you see kids, Taehyung didn’t just learn to make popcorn and instant food during the previous months. In fact, he also did a little of what you could call a character development (who would’ve thought that throwing up over the hottest girl he’s even met could teach you so much about life? Amazing, honestly), and that’s why now, instead of getting creative, he decides to just call for you.
“Yeah?” You answer dismissively, attention still in the skeleton singing on the screen.
“I, uh… need your help.”
You pause the movie, turning your body to face him over the couch.
“Sure, what is it?”
“Honestly?” His smile is shy as he looks away from you. “I can't cook for shit. Hate to ask after telling you I would do it, but I also feel like food poisoning isn't on your Christmas bucket list, so… can you help me with dinner?”
Your smile, on the other hand, is blissful.
“How do you survive?”
“Barely. But Jungkook is a good cook.”
“Oh, yeah.” You consider. “Soojin has started to eat more at home after he started cooking for us too.”
“So… will you help me?”
“Of course.” You're already on your feet by the time the words leave your mouth, and Taehyung can see you're wearing that cute ass bear pajamas from yesterday. You look so fucking soft and comfortable.
When you join him in the kitchen he can’t help but smile at the way your outfit matches his own — although his pattern is of little tigers. You search briefly around the cabinets and reach for the wine he got the day before, and you two let the sweet alcohol tint your lips as you look through all the ingredients he displayed on the counter.
“Soojin made mac and cheese the other day, so I’ll do her way. Also, bulgogi ain’t really that hard, anyway. Just… do as I say.”
“Sure.”
Taehyung pays close attention to your instructions, and you task him with a basic chopping job that — although really fucking dangerous considering the size of the knife — seems easy enough that he won’t fuck it up. You charge yourself with the pasta, filling a pan with water and turning up the heat.
“What does one usually do after supper?”
“Well, it varies. My brother likes to watch Christmas movies. My parents would just sleep. Jungkook likes to get shitfaced and dance.”
“And you?”
“I’m the one he dances with.” You smile.
“Cute.”
“What you wanna do?”
“Uhm… watch movies? There’s a few remaining on my list.”
“We could do that.”
“Oh, sorry. Did I give you the impression that I wanted to do it with you?”
“As if. I’m your Christmas mentor, you need me.”
“Need no such thing anymore. Besides, I feel like I mentored you a bit too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Care to tell me how?”
“For one, if it wasn’t for me, you’d still think reindeers aren’t real.”
“Hey, that’s not—”
“And you’d be left to eat basic ass ramen for Christmas dinner.”
“What I’m hearing is that you took the fun outta my holidays.”
“Oh, yeah? I bought some ramen yesterday, suit yourself.”
“God, you’re so mean, so cold. But that's okay. I happen to have a very big heart, so I forgive your lack of gratitude. We can still watch something together.”
“But I’m not apologizing.”
“You’ll watch your movies alone then?”
“Don’t exactly feel like holding your hand when you get scared.”
“What kinda Christmas movies are you watching?”
“Old scary Grinch.” Your smile only widens when Taehyung groans.
“Stop it.” He nudges you. “Your water is boiling already.”
“C’mon, Tae, let’s face some childhood fears, maybe that’s what our movie is about.”
He rolls his eyes, but your laugh pulls a smile outta him.
At some point, after around two hours of teasing and working through the wine bottle — now long forgotten and replaced by the cheap beer you got at the store —, you two manage to finish dinner. Now, Taehyung ain't no chef. But if the smell is anything to go by, this might just be his best meal, and he's happy he was able to contribute.
He sets the table while you give the food the final touches, and in no time you two are sitting across from each other, bulgogi mac and cheese bowls waiting in front of you, while Michael Bublé's voice envelops the house.
Taehyung fills his spoon and takes the first bite.
Holy shit.
For a second, he just lets the food sit on his tongue. The flavor coating his every sense as you stare expectantly at him. Closing his eyes, he lets out a low sigh; he could never have enough creativity to describe such a taste.
What he knows of, though, is that it tastes like shit.
Thoroughly and unmistakably garbage and he's left surprised at how you two were able to mess up this bad… Okay, maybe not that surprised: he was there after all — but oh my god, you can't cook for your life!
But, when he opens his eyes, meeting your glimmering ones, he doesn't have it in his heart to tell you. Maybe you just have a different taste or something, maybe your food is too refined for his traumatized palate.
So, he gathers his strength and chews the fucking pasta.
“So?” You ask, after he swallows.
“Mhmmm” he hums “it's definitely something.”
Your face drops on cue, and Taehyung offers a weak smile when you reach for your own spoon, shoving pasta in your mouth and groaning when it touches your tongue.
“Oh my god”, you quickly get a napkin to spit the food. “But… it smells so good. How did I fucked this up?” You drop your head on your palms over the table.
“It does smell delicious.” He inhales deeply, letting the deceiving dish smell soothe his senses after the atrocious taste.
“I’m so sorry.” You groan.
“For what?”
“Ruining our Christmas dinner.”
“What you talking about? Pretty sure I can get full just by sniffling the shit out of this.” You lift your face from your hands, meeting his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I’m serious.”
“So what? You think I could’ve done better?” He chuckles. “Honestly, you’re miles ahead of my cooking skills just for making it smell like food.” He continues when a small smile tugs at your lips. “Definitely understand why Soojin wasn’t eating at home before Jungkook, but it looks great nonetheless.”
You giggle faintly.
“But for real… what are we gonna do?”
He looks around the kitchen, before smiling at you.
“Think I'm gonna suit myself with some basic ass ramen for Christmas dinner.”
After cleaning the table and making sure to strictly follow the basic three step ramen instructions, you two move your Christmas supper to the couch — or rather, you return to your cozy place under the blankets and he gets acquainted with the nearby armchair.
It feels ridiculously comfortable. And as you two keep making your way through Bridget Jones' Diary, Taehyung realizes a few weird things.
The first, is that he doesn’t know how you ever manage to finish movies, because you constantly feel the need to pause and over analyze a scene for at least five minutes before you deem him informed enough to move onto the next one. He doesn’t mind. In fact, he finds it adorable, especially when you rolled up your sleeves, tossed the empty ramen bowl on the coffee table and explained to him almost angrily why Bridget’s resignation scene is real cinema or something.
The second, and perhaps most alarming one, is that he hasn’t paid attention to a single scene after the first time you paused. His eyes apparently forget how to strain away from you. From your arms, from your hair, from your smiles and chuckles. You seem to be aware that he’s staring, but pretend that it's just the spiciness of the ramen that got you fanning yourself, while making no effort whatsoever to push the blankets away from you.
You’re just… entracing. So beautiful, so excited, so worked up, so cute and just such a fucking menace that he feels like he’s spinning — cheap bear aside, he doesn’t think it’s on alcohol he’s drunk on.
Although, from the amount of cans accumulated by his and yours feet, you two aren’t exactly sober either.
…
Yeah, sure, it’s the beer. The alcohol. He’s drunk. That’s it.
“Taehyung, can I ask you something?” Your voice breaks through his mind, snapping him out of his inner ramblings.
“Sure.”
“I know you hate it. But can you maybe watch Grinch with me too?” And you quickly add, before he can even open his mouth to contest: “I really like it, and it’s the last one on my list, and” you hiccup “maybe you can grow to like it now as an adult!”
He groans.
“Why do you like that shit?”
“Please! I don’t wanna watch it alone.”
“I don’t know…”
You look around the room, as if trying to find something that will convince him, but it’s when Taehyung sips on his beer that your eyes lit up with an idea.
“Didn’t you say you liked to get shitfaced and then dance with Jungkook during Christmas?”
“... yeah?”
“Then let’s do that! Let’s get really drunk,” you hiccup again, letting out a little giggle. “Ok, maybe that part is covered. So, let's dance, then watch Grinch!”
“You wanna dance?”
“Then watch Grinch!” You repeat, words slurred in the cutest little way. “I’ll do it for you, you do it for me.”
You don’t wait for him to agree before you’re on your feet, crossing the space between you and grabbing his hands to help him rise from the couch — but Taehyung doesn’t fight any of it. Because the pout on your lips and the way your eyes are glimmering with fondness (and intoxication too, he’s sure), makes him wanna do just everything you tell him too.
You set your phone on the coffee table and face him again.
“Oh” you giggle, clumsily stepping back when you realize just how close you two are. You clear your throat. “So how do you two do it?”
“We just dance. There’s no plan or a right way to do it, just… dance.” He blinks.
Fuck, he’s really drunk.
“Okay.”
He giggles at your uneasiness, reaching for your phone and starting one of his Christmas playlists. He doesn’t need much to start swaying when a sweet jazz rhythm sounds through your speakers. He shakes his shoulders playfully, earning a laugh from you.
“Damn, you’re so old.”
He chuckles.
“What you waiting for? Just dance with me.”
He grabs your wrists and guides you to swing with him, lifting your arms and twisting you before letting you to set your own pace with a large smile on your face.
Taehyung feels so at peace. The alcohol easing his thoughts, the jazz moving his body, your cute giggles gracing his ears.
“I'll give it to you, your music taste isn't bad.”
He clicks his tongue.
“You wouldn't be swaying like that to Mistletoe, I guarantee you.”
“Wanna bet?” You challenge, already grabbing your phone to change the song.
Taehyung laughs when you switch up your dancing style to something far more agitated than the song demands, clumsily circling the coffee table. He's clearly more skilled than you, so he tries to exaggerate and act up his movements to match yours.
“Okay, now sing with me” you clap your hands “— but Imma be under the mistletoe. With youuu” you point at him “shawty with you.”
You can't finish the chorus as you burst into little giggles, and Taehyung follows suit.
“Shut up.”
“That's the only tradition left, I think.”
“Huh?”
“The mistletoe.”
He stumbles on the couch.
“What?”
You look at him for a second, and your grin falters just a little before you shake your head.
“Why so violent with the couch? No need to be scared.” You laugh. “Damn, you're such a bad dancer.”
Taehyung can't understand mixed signals when he's sober — so it's not like he's gonna try when he’s this drunk.
“How dare you! If the music was better it'd definitely be easier. Put on some nice Stray Kids if you really wanna know what I'm made of.”
It’s a ridiculous scene, really. One that he wouldn’t believe could’ve happened a day before, but here you are, dancing around the living room, bumping into the furniture and laughing like two children as a way to force him to watch a stupid Christmas movie with you.
And fuck, he likes it.
He likes the way your shirt lifts whenever you raise your arms, exposing a line of your lower stomach. He likes the way your ass shakes when you try to make a funny move. He likes the way a thin layer of sweat coats your exposed skin, and how desperate he is to lick it clean. He likes the way you look at him, like he is the one making you this fucking happy.
And then you finally pause the music.
“I'll admit. If History doesn’t work, you can definitely make a career out of dancing.”
“Thanks.” He smiles. “You should stick to Literature, though.”
“Hey!”
You laugh, shoving him playfully as you let your body fall on the couch, pushing the blanket to the armrest and away from you. He doesn’t bat an eye when he sits beside you this time.
“Can we watch it now?”
He sighs. “Yeah, whatever.”
You reach for the remote and before Taehyung can ever prepare himself, the stupid narrator is already introducing you two to Whoville.
It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s not ready to face any childhood fears today, because as Jim Carey’s furry face is slowly but surely shown, he’s already shivering and looking away.
This time, though, you don’t ignore his lack of attention to the movie.
“Oh my god” you laugh, pausing the movie six minutes in, Grinch’s ugly ass face occupying the whole screen. “You’re scared scared of it. Actually scared.”
He scoffs.
“No, I’m not?”
“Why are you looking away, then?”
“Nothing, you can keep going.”
You smirk, “okay.”
Taehyung is able to stomach the next few scenes, complaining at the stupid hairstyles and outfits the characters use while you just eye him amused. When Grinch’s face shows up again, Taehyung starts to restlessly shift on the couch to have an excuse to look away, and the constant cracking of the backrest is what prompts you to pause the movie again.
“Stop moving so much. You gonna break the couch.”
“It’s just uncomfortable. Can’t find a good position.”
“Taehyung, we can choose a different movie if you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared though, this movie is fine.”
“The movie is, you aren’t.”
He crosses his arms, but doesn’t say anything.
“You know, you don’t look like someone who scares easily.”
“Because I’m not.”
“You've been cringing since the movie began.”
“Because it's bad.” Damn, he sounds like a five year old.
You shift on the couch to face him, before tugging on his elbow lightly, compelling him to meet your eyes.
“If you admit you’re scared, I’ll change it.”
Your stare is intense as you wait for him to give in and he suddenly feels warm. Your hand is still resting on his arm, and a weird stir on his stomach makes Taehyung feel like that isn’t contact enough — but he blames it on the beer for the time it takes for him to remember how to form syllables.
Shaking his head, he scoffs.
“No wonder you like Grinch so much, you’re just like him.”
“Damn, just like him? Now who’s the mean one?”
“Still you.”
“Well, you just compared me to Jim Carrey in a hairy green costume, so.”
“I mean, you’re not as bad on the eyes.”
“Wow, thanks. That’s some competition.”
He doesn’t think. He says.
“You don’t have competition. You're like, in a league of your own.”
The chalet Soojin found was the only one with three bedrooms y’all could afford, but as you two have quickly learned these last days, that doesn’t mean that it was a good place. Actually, Taehyung only stopped calling it a shack because Jungkook told him it made Soojin sad — but even with every door and window closed, he’s still able to catch you shivering under the cold breeze breaching through the shit heating system. Fuck this place and how it makes you cold.
“Oh.” It's all you manage to reply.
“And that’s even worse.”
“How?” You offer him a little, unconvincing laugh.
“You deceive. Grinch would’ve succeeded on his stupid plan if he seduced people.”
“So what, am I seducing you or something?”
He doesn’t answer.
No, he can't answer that. Not with words, at least. Not with the way the alcohol is steadily dissolving his filters, and not with the way you're looking at him. So he just stares at you.
He just stares at you as if your eyes hold the answers to all of his questions — and that’s saying something because he has a lot of them — and then you wet your lips, dragging his eyes down your face. The sensitive flesh is tinted red, a memory of the spicy sauce and wine you just had, now glistening with your saliva too. And Taehyungs feels the urge to taste it.
It’s you, however, that finally leans in, erasing the space between you to smash your lips against his in a kiss that Taehyung feels like he waited his whole life for.
And the desperation is evident, the need to make up for a missed time neither of you were aware of, so his hand reaches for the nape of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue against yours. It's messy and mostly sloppy, but it lights a fire inside both of you.
You further press your mouths together, Taehyung’s breath tangling with yours in what looks like an attempt to eat each other’s faces off — and fuck, he wants nothing less.
It takes only a light touch on your thigh for you to promptly sway your leg over his hips, straddling his thighs without breaking contact for a second.
The new angle allows for him to feel all of you. The weight of your body and the taste of your tongue makes his mind spin, and shit he can’t focus on technique for his life, he just wants to keep his mouth on yours forever.
Taehyung’s large palms skim up your thighs, and he grabs a handful of your ass, pushing a low breathy moan out of your throat. Shit. If he was eager before, Taehyung’s actions now turn straight up feral, hungrily seeking your lips while pressing you down on his body, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the way you seem to effortlessly fit above him.
The new found intensity makes your knee jolt on the remote beside your leg. You pause the kiss for a moment to giggle drunkenly when Grinch’s voice sounds through the room, and that’s when Taehyung’s inebriated thoughts finally seem to catch up to him.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
You’re drunk. Shit, you’re drunk as fuck. He can taste it. He can feel it in the way your hands clumsily tug on his hair, and in the way your hips uncoordinatedly roll over his.
Shit.
He squeezes his eyes further shut, trying to get some sense into his head, and finally gathers enough control to pull away.
You immediately frown, chasing after his lips, but he turns his face.
“Tae?”
He swallows at the breathless way your voice comes out, the nickname rolling off your tongue just makes him wanna grab your face again and resume the messy make out session. So, with his mind still spinning, he struggles to find the right words when he opens his mouth.
“I think we shouldn’t do this.” His voice is slurred.
You freeze, backing away just a bit to inspect his elusive face, and whatever you find there makes your whole expression drop. You clear your throat awkwardly and lift your leg to move away from his thighs. Taehyung’s hands feel hella empty without your hips to hold on to, but he pushes through the feeling, rising from the couch as soon as you’re securely away, and bolts away to his room down the corridor, pants awfully tight.
Taehyung feels like shit the next morning, in more ways than one.
He’s not sure how he was even able to fall asleep — although the excessive amount of alcohol in his blood might have helped.
He knows he did the right thing stopping it: you were both way past clarity for clear consent, but in all his years as a certified fuckboy he never communicated that so poorly, and never ever made someone feel undesirable — and he fears that's exactly what he did last night. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth, because holy fuck he doesn’t think he’s ever desired someone so desperately.
However, as much as he would love to do it all again, much much more sober, he can’t assume the same for you. Especially not after the ridiculous way he handled the situation. But he shouldn’t leave it like that. No, he has to talk to you, to explain and then apologize. It’s still Christmas after all, and the last thing he wants is to give you another bad holiday memory.
That thought is enough to prompt him out of bed, and Taehyung crosses the corridor with surprising confidence before stopping at your door.
Taking a deep breath, he lightly knocks before closing his hand around the handle, turning it and pushing it open.
He expects to find you sleeping. He kinda expected you to be awake too, deep in thought just as he was — but fuck, he definitely wasn't expecting that.
You coat your fingers in your arousal before pushing them up to circle your clit. The relief is immediate, and you have to cover your mouth with your free hand to prevent your pleasure from spilling from your lips.
Your eyes flutter shut when you imagine what Taehyung's long fingers would feel like replacing yours. How he would drag them up and down your folds, spreading your juices and making your pussy all nice and slick for him, before plunging them inside, scissoring you open and curving just the right way.
Fuck, you’re so fucking horny.
You should've found a way to blow some steam, to relieve that pressure before you came on this trip. Granted, you didn’t really know you and Taehyung would be by yourselves, so the only thing you expected from him were avoidant eyes and quick, uncomfortable escapes — which you got last night, after your stupid drunk ass thought it was a good idea to kiss him. Shit, what did you have in mind?
Oh, right. Kim Taehyung.
The first time you ever saw him, in that cursed party, you were immediately sure of one thing: Kim Taehyung is tailor-made by hell. There’s no other way to explain his alluring eyes, that burn with such intensity that the mere glance your way makes you feel like the hottest fucking person alive; or his lips, soft and plumpy lips, that spread in the utmost tempting smirk you’ve ever seen. And his body? Fuck, he’s so hot that you honestly wanna eat your fist whenever you look at him.
So, it’s fair to say, you were pretty fucking happy that he made a move on you on that party. To this day, remembering the way his back was pressed against yours and the words he whispered in your ear? The promises he made? You just knew you would do everything to see them through.
But you feel like you’ve been trapped in your own fucked up version of groundhog day. One in which every time a hot person sees something in you that deems you fuckable, you’re always fucking interrupted. You feel like you’ve been edged for months now, starting with Taehyung puking on you, followed by you and Jimin being interrupted when you were searching for something to use as bondage and last month, when you had your fingers deep inside one of your classmates pussy and her sister decided to visit her the very same moment.
You’re a simple girl, with simple needs. You just want to cum.
And despite all the months without basic, mature communication, you still fucking wanted Taehyung to blow your back. God, the things you heard of him, the rumors, the giggling feedback… all ruined because as soon as he made sure you were clean and held no evidence of his lunch, he disappeared as if you had imagined him. But how could you ever blame him for getting sick? You’ve worked six months in a nursery last year, you’re pretty much immune to vomit at this point.
Nonetheless, his lack of opening after it all made you shut down that window, and you didn’t really gave it much thought until Jungkook decided to fucking destroy his car (honestly, how could he drive straight against a fucking pole, so damn inconvenient!) and you and Taehyung were left to your own devices in a shitshow of a town. And then, you got everything but what you expected.
You found out that his sweet smile can be just as alluring as his smirk. And that his eyes can hold a kindness and an innocence so genuine that’s almost infuriating. That he’s the silliest fucking man alive and you couldn’t have asked for a better person to make you company during Christmas — he is basically Jesus after all. The GOAT of Christmas and shit.
But after last night? After remembering what his lips taste like? After remembering the weight of his hands as they trace your legs and set every inch of your skin on fire? Shit, you’re not sure how you went a single day without it.
Consequently, after an hour tossing and turning on bed, you came up with a clear plan of action: you would apologize. Would face him, and apologize for kissing his last night and for making him uncomfortable. But fuck, you have to deal with that knot in the pit of your stomach before setting foot out of bed.
With that in mind, you push your fingers deep inside your pussy, stroking your walls the way you can just imagine that he would, reaching spots that yours never could. You bite the palm over your mouth, trying to keep a loud moan from slipping out when you start to pump your fingers with purpose, seeking release as if your life depended on it.
You’re so pent up that it doesn’t take long before you start to feel your pussy constricting around your digits, and you can sense your sanity drifting away the closer you get — making you thoughtlessly drop your hand from your mouth.
“Fuck” you moan, curving your digits to seek your g-spot “Taehyung!”
“I’m here!”
It takes longer than it probably should for you to understand that no, you didn’t just imagine his voice replying to you — but realization does hit you eventually, and you snap your eyes wide open.
You take your soaked fingers away from your center, opening your legs as your head lifts from the pillow to find Taehyung, not imagined — although dreamy — with his back turned to you on the threshold.
“Oh my god” you whisper, desperation lacing your tone as you rush to cover yourself, even if he can’t see you “oh my god, shit, I’m…”
“I’m sorry,” he interrupts, voice strained. “I just… I came to— I’ll go now.” He stutters, and the next second he is out of your room, closing the door behind him.
Your body doesn’t move for the next ten minutes at least, and you have to gather all of your self respect to cast away the tears threatening to spill from the overwhelming shame consuming you.
Taehyung just saw you knuckles deep inside your pussy.
Taehyung just saw you knuckles deep inside your pussy, moaning his fucking name.
And you didn’t even get to cum.
Is it too dramatic to pack your things and drive back?
People change universities all the time, right? Maybe you can find a nice Literature program in another city, move the fuck away from Taehyung to never have to see his face again.
Deep breaths.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Get your shit together, you’re not a spoiled white young man. You have to face your shit. You have to apologize.
In.
Out.
You slip out of bed, putting on sweatpants and a shirt over your sweaty skin, feeling warm all over. You walk to the door, testing different sentences as you let your head thump against the thick wood. How could you forget to lock this shit? You’re never ever getting drunk again.
Your steps are hesitant as you make your way across the hall, rehearsing a weird apology in your head as you try to build momentum — all in vain, because as soon as you see him, sitting on the floor and looking at the gift in his hands as if it has just spoken to him, your body tenses up and every possibility of courage evades you.
The experience is almost humbling, because you finally understand why he ran away all those months ago instead of facing you. Fuck being the bigger man, you’re gonna pretend as if nothing happened.
Taehyung acknowledges you when you step closer, coming to a stop near him with your hands shaking behind your back. You regret not washing your face before leaving your room, because you can only imagine how disheveled you look right now: embarrassed and sexually frustrated. You’re feeling so hot that for a second you wonder if you can actually melt.
His face doesn’t betray any emotion. If you squint, you can find what looks like confusion in his gaze, but you don’t level his eyes for enough time to assess it.
“I figured we could open up the presents we got.” He states, simply, as if he didn’t just catch you masturbating. You blink, setting your lips in a thin line. You know what? Fuck it. You drop to his side, crossing your legs and keeping your eyes on the gift Soojin bought you and feeling your face burning with his attention. “Let’s open them together. That’s… uhm, that’s how me and my siblings do it.” He instructs, and you nod, but as you both busy yourselves with the wrappings it’s clear from the clumsiness of your actions that your minds are clearly somewhere else.
You peel off the covers of a black paper box, and absentmindedly open the lid, baring its content to both of you.
“Fuck” you hear Taehyung choke under his breath when his gaze falls on your gift, completely forgetting the Céline pants Jungkook got him.
You see, Soojin is a strong advocate for self love and all of her presents always involve some kind of weird liberal feminist agenda to help you girlboss your way through life. So, when she started to randomly ask for your clothing size, you were sure she was gonna buy you some of those weird shirts with a corny quote like Happy, Unbothered, Disciplined and Growing (all things you couldn’t relate too, but would undoubtedly sport in the name of friendship).
You should have suspected, though, when she went through your underwear drawer, but she did seem genuine when she said she just wanted to do your laundry for you.
Well, people surprise you, apparently.
And it’s fair to say you are pretty fucking surprise as you look at the black lace lingerie set in front of you, with a little hope this helps you break your dryspell 😘 note on top of it — the icing on the fucking cake.
You almost want to laugh, the heat in your face becoming unbearable as you quickly reach for the lid to cover the gift up, trembling hands making a poor work to hide your embarrassment.
Forget changing universities. What about a different fucking country?
All moving plans are cleared from your mind when you hear your name. Said in a voice so deep you actually take a while to process it came from Taehyung, and a shiver runs down your spine when you halt your hands, leaving the box half open.
“I’m gonna ask you a question.” He starts, and he sounds so serious you’re suddenly scared of looking up. “I’m gonna ask you a question, and I need you to be as clear as possible, because that’s the only way I’ll understand.”
You gulp, bracing yourself for what’s to come when you nod.
“Why did you say my name?”
Your breath hitches on your throat, and you assume it’s because you expected anything but that question that you raise your head — regretting it immediately, because you don’t meet the familiar soft and kind eyes that you’ve grown accustomed to these past two days. Rather, in its place, you find a dark shade of desire burning through you, enhancing your every sense when he darts his tongue along the seam of his mouth.
“You do that a lot, you know.” You huff out a laugh. “Lick your lips. You have no idea how fucking hot it is.”
When he repeats your name this time, he sounds almost angry, and that prompts you to admit.
“I said your name because I want you to fuck me, Taehyung.”
He immediately shuts his eyes, and a deep exhale passes his lips before he opens them again. Every inquiry, every doubt has left his eyes when he unabashedly smirks.
“Then what about you try this on, princess. Let’s see if it fits.”
When you step back into the living room you can already feel the anticipation pooling at your brand new panties. You can't help feeling kinda uneasy, so exposed while he's still fully clothed, but when his eyes find your lace clad form, basically eating you whole, something about his shameless attention sends a boost of confidence through you, and you’re sure you’ve never felt sexier in your life.
“Holy shit.” It comes out so quietly that you can barely hear it.
His eyes explore every inch of your skin, and you honestly thought his eyes couldn’t get any darker, but a thick layer of lust makes them so deep you might just get lost on them.
“Come here.” He commands, and you immediately comply, cutting through the space between you and relishing in the soft touch of his hands as his arms snake around your waist, pressing your chest on his.
The fabric of his hoodie is smooth against your skin, his body exuding an intoxicating warmth, leaving you dizzy, sick to be touched as you drive your own hands up his torso and around his neck.
Taehyung, on the other hand, seems to be in no rush whatsoever. His palm is hot against your lower back, pressing you against him, molding you to his figure. With his left hand, he starts to trace your body, trying to commit every inch, every mole, every scar, every expense of skin to memory, starting at your hips, darting inwards to your stomach, grazing up your chest to barely touch the valley between your breasts before his fingertip trace up the column of your neck, finding a resting place around your jaw.
“Never want to forget this body.” His breath fans across your face, and your eyes flutter shut when he starts to lean in.
The way he kisses you now is vastly different from the kiss you shared last night.
Then, you two were messily trying to suffocate one another, tongues clashing together with little coordination as alcohol fueled your actions and clouded your judgment.
Now, the soft press of his mouth over yours is calculated. Sweet and deliberate, tasting you like your lips are sacred and taking his time to cherish the way your sensitive flesh feels on his. You have to gather all your self control not to bite him, not to take over, not to just groan out your frustration, and in no time you’re melting under his lead.
He gradually starts to speed up his movements, tilting your face to open your lips with his and slip his tongue inside to lick inside your mouth. Your breathing soon turns into panting as Taehyung acts become more intentional, kissing you as if his life depends on it.
You entangle your arms around his neck, pushing him closer to further deepen the kiss — and he matches your enthusiasm, lips moving relentlessly against yours, sucking on your tongue and pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, bruising the skin and making sure to swallow your every sound. His hand leaves your face to find your hips, grabbing and squeezing the flesh eagerly.
Fuck, he’s such a good kisser and you’re already so turned on, you wonder if you could cum just from making out with him.
God, that'd be embarrassing.
After what feels like hours — although you think you could keep kissing him for days — Taehyung pulls away. He rests his forehead against yours, recollecting his breath.
Can he feel your nipples hardening over the thin fabric of your bra? Because you can sure as fuck feel the agonizing press of his growing erection against your thigh.
He smirks.
“Can I mark you?”
“Yes, please.”
Your pleading voice seems to ignite something feral in him, because when he latches on to your jaw his kisses are nothing short of hungry. He drags his tongue along your cheek, before making sure his mouth acknowledges every spot of your throat, licking, sucking and biting all over your skin.
You can feel him smiling against your neck when your soft, quiet gasps turn into full on whimpers.
“Shit” you exhale, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it.
The moan that he graces you with makes your eyes roll back in delight. A shiver runs down your spine at the way he shamelessly grinds your hips on his crotch.
He pulls away, hair completely tousled, golden skin darker as he admires the blossoming colors on your neck, painted by his skilled lips. His eyes fall to your panting chest next, and he takes his hand there, enveloping one of your tits and squeezing it not nearly hard enough.
“Fuck, this shit looks amazing on you, but I kinda wanna rip it with my teeth.”
“Don't you dare ruin it, I literally just got it.”
He quirks his eyebrow, and his hand leaves your tits, tracing down your belly and reaching to cup you over your panties. Your hips jolt with the contact and Taehyung chuckles, the cockiest smirk settling on his face.
“Think you’ve already ruined it.” He groans. “God, you're really fucking wet and I've barely done anything.”
“You're hard too. I've done even less.” Your teasing is that much less effective when his fingers are ghosting up and down your pussy.
Taehyung chuckles. His hand rises to the hem of your underwear, grazing the skin below it with tortuous patience, making you clutch his hair even harder. He's sure going bald by the end of this.
“You must be so fucking messy after this morning.” He hums to himself, and you nod. “Did you get to cum?”
“No.”
“Oh, you poor thing.” His hand thread down again, tracing your folds over the lace. “Do you want to cum, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes, Tae. Please.”
He clicks his tongue.
“Now, that’s just a shame.” He slightly slaps your pussy, making you jolt in his hold and then completely takes his hand away. “Because only good girls get to cum, princess, and you’ve been such a bad girl to me these past days, so damn mean. What makes you think you deserve a present?”
Jesus Christ, if this man doesn't let you cum you're gonna seriously kill him.
“No, I promise I can be a good girl for you, baby, please” he's about to say something else when you drop to your knees, effectively shutting him up. “Let me make it up for you. Show you how good I can be.”
You try to get closer to his legs, but the movements make you wince when your knees scratch against the hard floor. You look around for something to place below your legs, but Taehyung quickly catches on.
“Here” you lift your head just in time to see him pulling his hoodie above his head, revealing his long, toned torso, golden skin shining with a thin layer of sweat and just begging for you to lick and suck some marks up his stomach.
You're so entranced by his chest, that you take a second to understand he's giving you his clothing, and you don't give it much thought before placing it under your legs. The relief is immediate.
“Thanks.”
He doesn't answer when your hands spread over his strong thighs, creeping up his leg to his crotch. The hardness of his cock under your palm makes you lick your lips, and you squeeze him, eliciting a sigh out of him. You hook your hands on his waistband, not wasting another second before pulling both his sweatpants and underwear down his legs.
The sight of him almost makes you choke. He's big. So fucking big and thick, but also the prettiest fucking dick you've ever seen and the realization makes you just as frustrated as it makes you wetter. His tip is engorged, flushing dark as a bead of precum accumulates at the crown. God, what a fucking sight to behold. You admire it for a second, mouth watering as you anticipate its weight on your tongue.
“Look so damn beautiful like that, baby.” He praises, hand coming down to wrap around the base of his length. “Wanna suck me?”
“Yes.”
“Go on then.” He pumps himself. “Suck my cock like a good girl.”
You promptly open your mouth, sticking your tongue out and welcoming the weight of his member with a loud moan. You suck his slit, tasting the salty precum with a satisfied hum before licking up his length. You glisten him with your saliva before flicking your thumb over his tip, teasing him and making Taehyung gulp above you.
“You’re so big,” you whine, and he twitches “so fucking sensitive too.”
You alternate between long and short licks, soaking him and coaxing sweet hisses out of his mouth. Your fingers rub his crown, and you wrap your lips around it to give it a dainty suck.
“Look at me” you command, smiling when he does — a large, loving smile before you take his tip closer to your lips and let your spit fall on his cock, spreading it all over his length.
“Holy fuck” he shudders, a long elongated groan passing his parted lips “so fucking hot.”
Pride fills your face as you dive to kiss at his base, palm diligently working on his tip. After some minutes of thorough, but tame motions, Taehyung finally caves in, tone laced in exasperation. “Stop teasing, princess” you can feel your panties sticking to your pussy “do something already.”
“But I’m giving you so much already.” You pout.
“No, no—” his groan is nothing but frustrated “c’mon, don’t you wanna be good for me?”
“Ain’t this good?” You smirk, hand still leisurely stroking his now painfully hard cock.
“You’re so mean.”
“Really? Then I should just stop.” You pause your hand, and Taehyung’s hips jolt.
“Baby” his tone is a warning, and you know you’re playing a dangerous game here, one that’ll definitely bite you in the ass later, but fuck it. It's already so worth it just to see the way his thighs clench and his gaze burns through you.
“You want me to suck you?” You lick your lips slowly, directing his impatient eyes to your tongue.
“Yes, princess.”
“Then why don’t you beg for me, Tae? Ask me real nice and I’ll think about it.”
He chuckles.
Actually chuckles in a weird, choked way, but the ferocity that clouds his eyes only makes you that much more horny. And maybe it’s because he doesn’t fucking care, or — if the throabbing of his dick is anything to go by — maybe he’s just too hard to think properly, but when he opens his mouth again is to grant you the sweetest fucking words you’ve ever heard.
“Please, princess. Be a good girl for me and suck my cock. Make me proud.” You grin.
“With pleasure.”
And you do it, because god knows how much you want it too.
If your pace was teasing, insufficient before, now Taehyung feels on the verge of passing out with the way you sink his length inside the heat of your mouth. The second you take to adjust to the stretch is not nearly enough for him to adjust to the devastating pleasure that you elicit on him, and Taehyung just instantly knows he'll lose his mind when your head starts moving up and down his dick with finality.
“That’s it baby, so fucking good.” He growls, bewitched by the way his cock disappears inside your mouth, mind blanking when you start to hollow your cheeks.
Every little sigh, every breathy moan and especially his strained praises just spur you on, encouraging you to take more and more of him with each passing, relaxing your jaw to the best of your abilities. The noises filling the living room are anything but decent, but the vulgarity of it just makes it even more delicious.
“Sucking me so well” when you glance up, you can’t help but moan at how fucked out Taehyung looks. Mouth hanging open, eyes glazed with bliss while sweat collects on his forehead, dark hair sticking to his glowing skin as he swallows. You release him with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting you to his tip as you try to catch your breath — hands not stopping. Taehyung’s thumb finds your chin, and you lick your mouth clean “You’re sexy as fuck.”
You take two seconds to make a decision.
“Want you to cum in my throat.”
He looks at you as if you just punched him.
“You want my cum?”
“Want all you’re willing to give me.” And it's true. “Can you do that for me?”
“Fuck yes, baby. Wanna paint that sweet fucking throat of yours.”
You smile up to him, and when your attention returns to his cock you make sure to trace every inch, every vein with your tongue, making it as slippery as possible.
Taking a deep breath, you bring him to your lips again, letting your tongue lay flat under his length as you begin to push it further down your mouth. When he hits the back of your throat, you try to control your gagging and relax your jaw to better accommodate him — and also to not suffocate or something.
“You have no idea how hot you look right now.” But you kinda do, though, if the way he throbs inside you and his knees slightly tremble is any indication.
You start to slowly stretch your throat with him, and Taehyung’s overwhelmed expression is enough to make you deeply moan. His hips jolt at the vibration, making you choke.
“Shit, sorry” he backtracks, helping you recover before you’re guiding him inside again.
When your nose brushes the skin of his stomach, you know you’re not gonna be able to hold in for much longer, and you need him to cum soon, so you push through the discomfort, the tears and the way you just know your throat is gonna be sore as fuck after this, and swallow.
“Ju–just like that, that’s it” he stutters, “I'm close.”
You resume your bobbing movements, head relentless bouncing up and down his cock before you take your hands to his balls. He shudders when your light massage turns into a more thorough fondling and squeezing while you suck around him.
When you glance up at him — tear-filled eyes with nothing but lust looking up at his mesmerized ones with your mouth full of him — Taehyung’s body shudders. Shockwave after shockwave of pleasure erupts on his body, and you can feel the thick stripes of cum shooting down your throat while your lips suck on his tip, milking his high as much as you can — and he cums so much that you struggle to swallow it all. When he removes his cock from your mouth, sucked dry, he’s still jolting with sensitivity.
“Jesus fuck” he closes his eyes tightly, trying to ground himself. You clear your throat, licking around your mouth to collect any left juices. “You’re unreal.”
He grabs your chin.
“Let me see.” You open your mouth, tongue sticking out to show him no traces of his orgasm. “Such a good girl.”
He then grabs your forearms, pulling you to your feet.
Taehyung gives you no time to stabilize yourself before his lips are on yours, but it’s only after he secures your wobbling form in a tight, strong embrace that you’re able to kiss him back. Your fingers trace up and down his biceps with as much languidness as he makes out with you with. And it surprises you, because you can’t possibly taste good right now, but his lips are so soft that you don’t even protest, thankful for the unhurried touch.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s to pull you into a hug — full on giggling into your ear.
“Fucking thank you.”
You laugh.
“You thanking me for a blowjob?”
Neither of you care about how hoarse your voice sounds, but you clear your throat to try and soothe some of the roughness nevertheless.
“Hell yeah, your mouth is amazing. Feel like you just sucked me stupid.”
You laugh even harder.
“Nah, I feel like you were already pretty stupid before that.”
His chuckle tickles your ear, leaning his head so his lips touch your shoulder.
“Oh. You completely ruined my hoodie, by the way.”
“What?” You pull away from him in an instant. Gaze falling to his clothes on your feet — and the new wet patch that tinges the gray fabric darker. Your eyes widen in mild panic. “Shit, I'm so sorry, oh my god, I'll—”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, you should be sorry. How dare you get horny from sucking my dick, that's just unacceptable.” You pause, face still hot when Taehyung pulls you back to him, guiding his hands between your legs. The pad of his fingers ghost over your pussy, feeling all your arousal through the damp lace. “God, look at that.” He taunts, and his fingers rise to hook under the sides of your panties, pulling them up and pressing the fabric up your skin. He clicks his tongue. “This must be so uncomfortable.”
“Mhmm” you nod, tightening your grip on his arms.
“What do you say, baby? Think you deserve a present now?”
“Yes.” You sigh when he pulls your underwear even higher.
“No, no, baby. How do we say?”
“Pretty please?” You pout and he grins.
“Uhm, now that's better.”
And then he's kissing you again — but gone is the softness of his lips, now hungrily moving against yours. His hands find your ass, gripping and kneading you to his liking.
The way he shifts from shy-smiling-face-surrounded-by-hearts emoji to smirking-devil emoji is sure to make you lose your mind — and you can't fucking wait.
As you two stumble to your room, you make sure to not leave any inch of his golden skin unattended: bruising up his neck like he did yours, tugging on his hair and running your palms all over his body. Taehyung guides you past your threshold, handling you with care until the back of your knees hits the bed. He hurries you on top of it, promptly falling above you.
“You're so hot” he breathes, lips following the path between your breasts, “the hottest girl I’ve even fucking seen.” He sounds almost angry.
You’re panting as he kisses down your stomach, body squirming in anticipation — gasping when he hoists you closer to the headboard.
“Damn, princess, you’re so desperate.” He chuckles, sucking a hickey onto your hips. “Pussy must be begging for some good fucking.”
“Yes,” you sigh “want you so fucking bad.”
His smirk is devilish, lips hovering down your skin until they're just above your aching core. You raise your hips, trying to get closer to his face, but he easily avoids you.
“Tae,” you whine. “Please.”
“You wanna cum, baby?” You nod eagerly, and he shakes his head, slapping the side of your thigh. “Words.”
“Yes! Fuck, I wan— I need to cum.”
“Good.” And just like that, he is gone, sitting back on his heels.
You grunt.
“Taehyung, I'm not above murder, you should know.”
He laughs, hands coming down to your ankles and pushing them apart. His eyes are immediately drawn to your pussy — or, rather, to your arousal soaking through your panties.
“You're so wet, baby. Feel like you can cum just if I look at you nice enough.”
“Taehyung” you glare, but your voice is too shaky to hold any power against him.
“I want you to show me.” He says, and the instant confusion on your face prompts a sheepish smile on his own. “How.” He clarifies, massaging your calves. “Want you to finish what you started this morning.”
The prospect of teaching him how to please you makes you warm all over, and if you weren't so distressed you might deny it, ask for his tongue or his fingers — but you are desperate, and no one can make you cum faster than yourself. So your hands jump to the sides of your panties, already pushing them down when Taehyung’s hands stop you.
“Want them on.”
“Kinky” you tease, earning a dramatic eye roll.
You hook a finger around the center of the fabric and push it aside.
Taehyung’s gaze grows darker when you expose your bare pussy, and he slowly licks his lips. His feasting eyes are entranced by the way your arousal drips down your folds, slicking you all the way down to your ass. He swallows thickly, hands pushing your legs further apart.
You don’t give him enough time to bask at the sight, though, because your fingers find your entrance immediately after, spreading your juices around before coming up to circle your clit.
The well-deserved, but so fucking delayed attention making your his jolt. Not wasting any second, you hurriedly roll your fingers, closing your eyes to focus on your precise, familiar movements.
After feeling lubricated enough, you sink two fingers inside your cunt and curl them to stroke your g-spot. Loud, wet squelching sounds fill the room, but you can still hear Taehyung’s ragged breathing above you; his soft grunts encouraging you as you keep fingering yourself, whispering sweet nothings to you. He tells you how pretty you look, how good you are for him, how hot you look when you’re knuckles deep inside your dripping pussy. You take your free hand to your tits, pushing them out of their confinements to twist and pinch your nipples.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, look at that” his voice is thick with lust, “such a filthy girl.”
His words tighten the knot in your stomach.
“I–I bet I’ll take your cock so well.”
“Yeah? Fuck, I can’t wait to stretch you, princess.” When you open his eyes, you almost cum just from Taehyung’s all-consuming gaze alone, completely hypnotized by the way your fingers disappear inside your cunt.
“My thighs,” it comes out so quietly that you force yourself to speak again, “grab my thighs.”
Taehyung takes a second to process your words, but then his hands are on you. Massaging, gripping, pinching and squeezing the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs with such enthusiasm that will surely leave bruises there too. The added stimulation makes you arch your spine off the bed, eyes rolling back as you can feel more arousal soaking through your fingers.
“Shit, you’re so fucking sexy. Gonna make me all hard again.” He moans, and his movements pause for a split second before he asks: “are you close, baby?”
Your legs start to tremble, and every hit to your g-spot makes you whimper.
“Yeah” you breathe, barely registering his words at this point.
“Look at me.” He commands, and you do. “You wanna be a good girl for me?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna make me proud?”
“Yes!” You scream, tears blurring your vision — but his next words make your whole body stiffen.
“Then stop.”
You don’t. You can’t. But your fingers do lose momentum.
“What?”
“Stop.” And a slow smirk creeps up his face as yours scrunches up in hazed confusion. “You’re not cumming until I want you to.”
When you fully realize what he’s asking you, your orgasm has already been washed far out of reach. You shudder as your fingers leave your pussy, the tears collected from the pleasure roll down as frustration, but when you open your mouth to complain, Taehyung slots himself between your parted legs. His hair tickles your thighs as he pushes your underwear aside and suddenly licks up your cunt, tongue gathering all the arousal from your folds before his lips close around your clit, sucking hard.
The unexpected stimulation makes your hips jut, shuddering so violently that Taehyung pulls away, chuckling lightly as confusion coats his expression.
“Did you just cum?”
“No!” You whine. “I just… I want to cum so bad, I was so, so goddamn close and now I’m just sensitive as fuck.”
He gives your clit an experimental kiss and you grunt, hands fisting the sheets.
“Shit” he smiles, “that’s just too bad.”
Your head snaps up.
“What… what you mean?”
“You teased the shit out of me before, sweetheart. I’m still deciding if I’ll let you cum.”
“Taehyung,” you sob, “if I don’t cum soon I think I’ll legitimately die.”
“Poor thing.” He mocks.
“I’m so serious right now, please don’t do that.”
Another kiss to your swollen pussy.
“Then fucking beg, princess.”
Well, that you can do.
“Baby, please” you sigh “please, I’m so sorry for teasing you, just–just please make me cum. Let me cum, please.”
He chuckles.
“As you wish.”
He swiftly pulls your damp panties down your legs, tossing it on the floor behind him, and then his warm tongue meets your pussy again. This time, though, you swear Taehyung is trying to fucking suffocate himself on you. He flicks your clit the same way your fingers did, skillfully twisting it and eating you out with devotion — and you sure feel worshiped. Worshiped by the way he moans, enjoying it as much as you; by the way he swirls his tongue around your clit and licks your dripping juices; but also by the way he grabs your thighs, long fingers massaging and digging on the flesh.
The stimulation is so hard and you’re so pent up, that it doesn’t take longer than five minutes of him thoroughly eating your pussy for you to start to feel your orgasm slowly building up on your body again.
“That’s it, Tae, fu–fuck” you cry out “eating me out so good, just like that.”
You’re basically grinding on his face now, and he flattens his tongue to encourage you to ride him as you please.
“Taste so fucking sweet” he hums. “Should’ve had this for Christmas dinner.”
Your chuckle is shaken when Taehyung plunges one of his fingers inside your walls, stroking you gradually to stretch you up.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He mutters. “Do you want my cock?” You nod, biting down on your lip. He doesn’t appreciate it, humming against you. “Tell me.”
“I–I want… want your cock.”
“Wanna give it to you, baby, but I’ll need you to relax for me. Let me stretch you.”
And you certainly try, but you feel so tense, so desperate to cum that you can’t seem to find your breath.
“That’s–that’s your fucking fault!” You hiss when he finally starts to thrust his fingers faster. “Edging the— nghh, fuck outta me.”
He smiles against your pussy, but says nothing when he slowly introduces a second finger. His movements are precise, careful not to hurt you but determined as he scissors you open, slowing down for you to adjust every time you flinch or so much as goes silent above him. He also changes the pace of his mouth to try and help loosen you up, and holy fuck, you don’t think you have the capacity of imagining such sweet, toe-curling oral, not even in your filthiest, most unrealistic dreams.
When he works you up to three fingers, Taehyung has to pin you down with his free hand to stop you from lifting your hips.
“Shit! Feels so–so fucking good” you whimper.
“Grab my hair.” And you do, hand releasing the sheets to push his sweaty locks away from his view, and the intensity of his eyes on yours almost makes you feel more naked somehow.
“Jesus fu— nghh”.
Taehyung now fingers you at a relentless pace, and the skill with which he does it — angling his fingers to hit your g-spot, reaching for different sensitive areas and making your walls clench around him — is almost overwhelming.
Your legs quiver, threatening to close around his face.
“Close?”
You’re kinda scared to answer, but it’s not like you can hide it anyway.
“I’m so close! Please, Tae, let me–let me cum!”
The pleasure running through your body is so intense you feel like you could actually pass out if he denies yet another orgasm, and he can surely feel your anguish as you start to chase his face, chuckling lightly before finally saying the sweet words, “Then cum for me, princess. Cum all over my face.”
The orgasm that he coaxes out of you is maddening. Your mind blanks as your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers — which continue to thrust into, prolonging your pleasure. Your whole body shudders, toes curling with everlasting bliss, but you are surprisingly able to keep your eyes open. The sight of him, between your legs, eating you out through your high and making sure to collect every bit of your sweet release on his warm tongue is almost enough to make you cum again.
When you finally come down, refamiliarizing yourself with the whole concept of breathing, Taehyung is looking at you as if you’re sin incarnated, a loose smile on his lips. You feel so spent, but suddenly so impatient too.
“Want you to fuck me.” It’s the first thing you say after your head stops spinning.
He laughs.
“Barely took my fingers out and you’re already asking for more, damn.” He peppers your thighs with soft, soothing kisses. “Pussy so fucking greedy.”
“I want you so bad.” Your voice is so small, so quiet. You swallow dry.
“I want you to, baby.” He comes up to kiss you, sliding his tongue against yours in such a sloppy, lazy way that you can’t help but smile, ignoring the taste of your cum lingering on his mouth. “You made me so hard again, fuck.”
Taehyung grabs your thighs and hooks them around his waist. He takes his fingers to your pussy again, smearing some of your release around to better slicken you up. After deeming you lubricated enough, he guides his dick to your cunt. He drags his tip along your dripping folds, and your breath hitches.
“Fuck, you’re soaking my cock.” He grins. “Who got you this wet, baby?”
“Taehyung,” you sigh, heels pressing down on his lower back, “don’t you dare tease me again.”
“Then answer the question.” He rolls his hips harder over yours, rubbing your clit. “‘Cus I can be pretty fucking patient.”
“Fuck you.”
“I let you cum one time and you’re already talking back again.” He clicks his tongue. “One more chance, baby. Who got this pussy so… fucking… wet?” He punctuates every word with a slap of his cock against your cunt, and you gasp each time, digging your fingers on his back.
“Ungh, fuck, yo–you! Shit, you did, Tae.”
“I made you cum so fucking hard, didn’t I?” He smirks, and your hips jump slightly.
“The hardest” you whimper.
Taehyung’s so fucking glad you gave in this fast — because there’s only so much time he could endure teasing you while being desperate as fuck to feel the warmth of your cunt, to feel you wrapping around his cock the way you did around his fingers. With a deep exhale, he shifts to position his dick at your entrance.
“How do you want it?”
“Rough.” You don’t hesitate.
“Rough? Want me to be rough with you, princess?” Taehyung feels dizzy.
“Yes, please.”
“Yeah? Wanna be fucked like a slut?”
The shiver that runs through your body could’ve been enough of an answer, but you still grant him a breathy confirmation: “Yes, Tae. Want you to fuck me dumb.”
His eyes flutter shut, and, with his last thread of sanity, Taehyung starts to slowly press his dick inside of you.
He is right. You are soaked. But he’s still the biggest cock you’ve ever had. So, despite his attentive fingering and the insane orgasm he just gave you, your face still translates your discomfort as he stretches you up. Taehyung follows your cues, stopping whenever you wince and shallowly thrusting to ease you to his size, letting you adjust before moving deeper.
When his hips finally — finally — are flush against yours, you both exhale shakily.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He digs his fingers in the flesh of your thigh. “You good? Does it hurt?”
“No… just,” you exhale deeply, “gimme a second.”
While you focus on accommodating his size, Taehyung clears his throat.
“I uh, wanted to ask you something.” You notice the subtle distress in his voice, and the gaze you find when you open your eyes is filled with concern. “And be real with me.” You frown, expression slowly matching his.
“... yeah?”
He hesitates, eyes darting away from you.
“Are you… like, actually into furry?”
You burst into laughter, shoulders shaking when you bring your hands to cover your face. Taehyung’s chuckles are unsure when he joins you, flinching when your body trembles slightly.
“Be honest!”
“Fuck you, Tae, honestly. You’re balls deep inside of me seriously asking me this shit.”
“I mean, I can’t grow a beard for my life, but we can figure something out if—”
“Oh god, stop! I do not have a furry kink, Jesus.”
“Thank god!” He sighs. “Was really worried for a second.” Your laughter prompts a smile on his face, and he lowers his face to give you a quick peck on your lips.
“You can move now, by the way.”
“You sure?” You nod, pulling him closer.
“Let’s get on to fucking.”
He frowns.
“Damn, you gotta work on your dirty talk.”
“What? You were just talking about furry.”
“It’s different.” He huffs. “I’ll give you one more chance.”
You roll your eyes.
“Go on, baby, rock my world.”
He chuckles.
“C’mon, that’s not doing anything for me here.”
At that comment, you shift and clench around his cock. His hips buck, reaching even deeper. You pout.
“You seem pretty hard for me.” You hiss when he smacks the side of your thigh.
“You’re such a brat.”
“Just fuck me already.” You brows knit together, and you flicker your eyes down to where your bodies meet, licking your lips. “Please, Tae.”
“You see? That’s way better.”
And fuck you he does.
When Taehyung pushes himself out of you, leaving just the tip, you barely have time to breathe before he’s slamming back inside.
The feeling of his skin dragging against your velvet walls has your mind immediately blanking, head falling back on the pillow.
The ease with which he finds a pace makes you melt under him. You’re already so sensitive from your previous orgasm and all his stupid teasing that you just know this will set a pathetic low time record, but you don’t fucking care. You deserve to feel this fucking good, and Taehyung seems to know that too, because despite the struggle it is to keep his eyes open — the desire to shut them and focus on the delicious feeling of your warm pussy squeezing his cock almost unbearable — his gaze is still trained in your face. In the way you bite your lip, or release it in a silent moan when he gets the angle just right; the way your brows knit together in bliss, or arch to your hairline with a particular hard thrust; or, yet, in the way your hold on him turns almost painful, sure to leave him bruised in the sweetest possible way, whenever he leans over you and brushes your clit.
Taehyung is a slow learner — but he learns, and he won’t close his fucking eyes until he identifies how to unwind you, how to fuck you so good he’ll ruin every other dick for you. And he seems to find it when, after a swift change in his angle, you let out a loud, tortuous scream under him, sending a large, proud smirk to his face.
“That’s it–that’s— nghh, fuck, baby, there!” You cry out, lifting your hips off the bed to try and create even more contact as his cock hits your g-spot.
“You feel so good” feral grunts spill from his mouth as he lets his eyes fall shut, “squeezing my cock so fucking tight” he groans.
Taehyung has never felt more grounded, more present. The slapping sounds, your cries, his grunts, everything is so fucking vulgar. The way the soft flesh of your thighs mold under his palm, the way he fills you to the brim every fucking time is good enough proof that this is real, that this breathtaking pleasure is real, and that Taehyung is really fucking you.
“Been… wanting to–to fuck you for so long.” He pants.
You arch your spine off the bed, chest pressing on his.
“Holy fuck.”
“God, can’t believe this is happening.” He growls.
Your senses, on the other hand, are clouded by the feeling of his cock splitting you, fucking your body senseless and pounding into you like a man on a mission. His size, his girth, the way he twitches inside of you, making your walls even sloppier… he’ll be the end of you. You never wanted to please someone more, especially after having his mouth on you, and you can feel your control gradually slipping away every time he fills you up, reality a distant idea as he fucks you closer to euphoria. And god, you’re so fucking close.
“Yes! Yes, baby, that–that’s it” you sob, hands fisting the sheets so tightly that — if you were thinking properly — you'd be afraid of ripping it.
“God, you're… nghhn— fuck, you feel so good.” He gasps. “Are you close?”
“So fucking close.” You barely acknowledge the words leaving you, the knot in your stomach about to snap.
At your words, Taehyung’s hand leaves your thighs to reach behind your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall somewhere in the room. He leans over you, mouth immediately closing around your left nipple, while his large fingers twist and roll the right one. You arch into his touch, sighing when his tongue swirls around your nipple.
“The most perfect tits…” he hums, glazing your chest in his spit as he seeks the other with wet kisses.
“Tae” you moan, hands entangling in his hair and pulling hard, prompting him to give your nipple a light, barely there bite, but it’s enough to make your hips shake under him. “Fuck, I’m… I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes, baby, cum for me. Cream my cock like a good girl.” He moans, words slurred as he lifts his gaze to you.
Your body starts to shudder violently as he pushes another orgasm out of you. Your legs quiver around his waist and your pussy clenches tightly, shoving a deep, guttural groan from Taehyung’s throat while your mind spirals, washing away any thoughts as his name falls lazily from your lips.
It takes a solid minute before you start to think again, body still rocking with his thrusts as he keeps chasing his own release high. You wince at the overstimulation.
“Tae” you whine, fingers digging into his back.
“C’mon, baby, ain’t this what you wanted?” He slows his pace before grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulder, thighs firmly pressing on his chest. He sinks his cock deep inside of you with each snap of his hips, and you’re immediately gasping for air. “Didn’t you wanna be fucked like a slut?”
“Nghh” god, how is he so fucking good at this.
“You wanted to be fucked dumb. Wasn't it?” You eagerly nod, words evading you. “Then give me one more.” He breathes. “Let me see that pretty face again.”
Taehyung’s not slow, nor gentle this time. Your previous orgasms make his strokes that much easier, more delicious. Loud wet, squelching sounds fall from where your bodies meet.
“Fuuuck— pussy so fucking good.” His praise shoots straight to your core.
As naturally as before, he falls into a rhythm, slamming inside of you. Your head falls back on the pillow, dazed as the position makes him feel even girthier, bigger inside your sensitive walls, rendering you completely unable to form a single thought that isn’t his dick pistoning inside. The new angle allows him to reach even deeper, and you can feel every inch of him throbbing inside of you, grazing your g-spot in a way that has you gasping for air.
The slapping sounds of his skin on yours are sinful, and you take your hands to your tits, slicked with his spit, fondling with them to add to the ever growing bliss.
He wants to keep saying shit, spill the filthiest fucking stuff just the way he notices that makes you wetter around his cock — but the closer he gets, less can he think properly, his filter completely dissolving.
“Wanna fuck you forever. Watch you cum for days.”
And fuck if that isn’t enticing as fuck for you too.
Your legs get a bit sore from their bent position, but you wouldn’t mind having him fold you half if it meant getting to see Taehyung’s brows knitting together, lips falling apart in silent delight.
“So-so… good… fucking me so good.” Your voice is muffled by the hard banging of the headboard against the wall.
“Shit. I’m close.” You nod. “Where do you want me to—”
“Inside” you interrupt, answer spilling from your lips.
He brokenly moans, mind blanking as his resolve quickly slips away. Thrusting impossibly harder, pouding impossibly faster, Taehyung fucks you eager to fullfil your request.
You already feel ready to cum again, an odd pressure weighing down on your lower belly. Your mouth falls open, whispering, or rather, mumbling sweet nothings or muddled filth to him — unsure if he's even listening — as pleasure clouds your mind to the point of incoherence.
“Taking me so fucking well, pussy made for my cock.”
Taehyung takes his hand down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit with ease as he starts to rub it, pressing and circling it with the pad of his fingers as a hard, unannounced orgasm crashes over you. You’re unable to keep still when every nerve of your body jolts with electricity, overstimulation making you lift your back from the bed as a loud scream rips through your throat.
The pleasure that overtakes you blanks your mind, and for a second you feel like you can't stop cumming. Taehyung sounds so distant, and you feel so high, so heavenly, that you almost think you're dreaming the whole thing.
“— all over me.” Is the first thing you hear when your mind starts to clear and your body slowly calms down.
“Huh?”
You wince as Taehyung keeps fucking into you, pace now careless as he gets close to release, and you tighten your gasp on his arms, fighting through the oversensitivity.
“You just fucking squirted all over me.” You blink at his words, taking a full minute to process them before your head is snapping up in alarm.
Everything is so wet, so sloppy and messy, but before you can say anything — before embarrassment can even reach your skin — Taehyung's body is shaking above you.
“Shit, shit, shit—” He shudders. “I’m cumming.”
His groans are deep as you feel his hot release painting your walls. He digs his fingers into the flesh of your waist, hips jolting with the waves of his pleasure as he squeezes his eyes shut to focus on the overwhelming thrill running through his body. He feels so alight, as if he's just been set on fire, and every inch of him burns with bliss.
“Jesus fuck.”
A lazy smile spreads on your face when he kisses your calves, gently pushing them to rest on the bed. He crashes on top of you, frantic breathing cooling the sweaty skin of your chest.
“I've also…” you gulp, closing your eyes, “also been wanting this for so long, by the way.”
You feel him smiling against your skin.
“Damn. I’m so happy I might just puke.”
Your body shakes in laughter.
“God, you’re so annoying.” You pinch his side and he squirms, chuckling before tilting his head to face you.
“I kinda get the Jungkook now, though.” You frown, and he opens a large, boxy smile. “I fucking love Soojin. Best gift ever.”
You giggle, heat creeping up your neck.
“Ugh, get off me.” You push him away, and Taehyung shifts on the bed, hovering over you.
He pulls his softening cock out of your swollen pussy, and you can see his eyes glimmering before his fingers are spreading your folds apart.
“Shit” he hisses, and you can feel the wet mix of his cum and your own release dripping down your folds. Taehyung doesn’t give you any warning before he’s diving down, licking you clean with a swipe of his tongue and making you shudder. He closes his eyes, humming as he swallows everything. After that, he moves to step out of bed, uttering a quick “hold up” before he’s out of the room.
You can hear some cabinets and drawers opening before he’s back, a towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He proceeds to clean you up with the softest, more tender touches possible, mindful of your sensitivity and halting his movements whenever you flinch, while you soothe your raspy throat.
“You might need to sleep with me tonight.” You frown. “You made such a fucking mess. Sheets are ruined.”
You scoff.
“And who’s fault is that?”
He smirks.
“Sorry I fucked you so good.” You giggle, covering your face when you feel your cheeks warming up.
“So annoying.”
Jungkook loves Taehyung. They’ve been friends for ten years now and — although there have been days — Jungkook would never change anything about his friend.
…
Maybe make him a bit less murderous in the kitchen. But besides? Taehyung is perfect.
…
Okay, maybe not perfect. No one is perfect, and Taehyung did tell a younger, inexperienced and quite stupid Jungkook that girls get hot when you touch the back of their knees. Not to mention that time when Taehyung dragged Jungkook to a regency costume party — a ridiculous one at that: how is a vampire not a historical costume? He was fucking hot with those red lenses, putting Robert Pattinson to shame with that glitter body spray.
Anyway, the point is: he loves and cherishes Taehyung, especially the sweet fucking body lotions this guy uses (fuck, he smells good). And he knows Taehyung too. He knows Taehyung better than anyone in the world, probably better than Taehyung himself. And that’s why he knows, the second Soojin confesses what she got you for Christmas, that Taehyung isn’t gonna deal well with it.
“For the last time, babe,” Soojin explains, “a woman should never be ashamed of wanting to feel sexy. You men keep making us feel vulgar about our sexual lives, and create all this taboo about our bodies. No wonder why we hate ourselves. In fact, did you know that—”
“Soojin,” Jungkook sighs, pulling their bags out of the uber’s trunk, “I’m just saying that maybe, maybe, you could’ve given her a heads up not to open the gift with Taehyung… they’re probably super awkward already and a fucking lingerie set won’t help.”
Soojin huffs.
“You have no faith in Taehyung.” Jungkook stops in the pathway to the chalet door, giving his girlfriend a pointed look.
“I know Taehyung, it’s different. This will either make him super self conscious about how he fucking vomited on her, or make him wanna swallow his fist because of how horny he’ll get. Either way he’ll malfunction.” Jungkook pauses. “Fucking is also an option.”
She pouts.
“But didn’t he say that they were cool?”
“Fucking is cool, but he could’ve also meant that he’s been locked in his room for three days.” Jungkook’s face twists in concern. “We’re lucky if he even got out to eat.”
“We’re lucky if they didn’t cook anything. The last thing we need is them food poisoning one another.”
“Not to worry. Taehyung knows the treatment by heart now.”
They reach the door, and Soojin grabs the keys in her purse. They’re careful as they step inside, mindful of it barely being past six in the morning, but any attempt at silence is futile when Soojin’s attention is drawn to the living room couch.
“The fuck?!” She screams, scaring Jungkook to drop down the bags.
The sharp sound makes you jump away from Taehyung’s lap, losing your balance and falling ass first on the hard floor.
The four of you freeze for a moment, sharing weird, confused looks before Taehyung’s heart finally resumes to a normal pace and he understands that no, the house isn’t being invaded and you two won’t get robbed in nothing but underwear, he can’t help but glare at his best friend.
“Jungkook why the fuck are you here?” He says, extending a hand to help you on the couch after you find your discarded shirt on the floor.
“Wow, nice to see you too, asshole.” Jungkook’s eyes flicker to the TV when music starts to play through its speakers, a deep frown settleting on his features. “You watching Grinch? The hell?”
Soojin turns to her boyfriend.
“Is Grinch really the most unexpected thing here?”
“Tae, did she force you to watch Grinch?” He narrows his eyes. “You know this ain’t good for you. You won’t be able to sleep.”
Taehyung groans.
“Jungkook, shut up.”
You quickly put on your pajama top, tugging it as further down as you can.
You open an awkward smile.
“Thanks for the gift, Soojin! We— uhm, I really loved it.”
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Genshin males as love languages
genre: fluff again
summary: ones love language is a staple to strengthening each relationship, so what exactly are their love languages? (more on giving but still receiving)
word count: 1.1k
sidenote: did i get carried away with this... maybe. oh, i changed it to receiving/giving gifts to fit the theme better. also i put the underage male characters here as well since it is not suggestive so blehh
Words of Affirmation
Words hold a special meaning to them, and they like to share that with you. It just comes to them naturally. Whether it be ‘you look absolutely amazing’, ‘I appreciate you so much’, ‘we’ll get through this’, or even ‘I love you’, they make sure to tell you these things every second of the day. Constantly wants to remind you that you have impacted their life for the better. I think it’s super romantic how they, although some are shy, put their feelings out there. They never half ass their compliments either, it comes from the bottom of their heart and they say it with so much thought and love in their eyes. THEY CAN LITERALLY MAKE YOU MELT OMGGG 😳😫 no offence but some of them come up with the weirdest phrases but it strangely works for you. Be sure to reciprocate with your own words since it helps them feel appreciated and loved too. It comes with details and a little rant on how you are in their eyes, you deserve everything and they’ll be sure to tell you that till the end. They are a modern day Romeo. The best thing is that their words stretch into the other languages.
— ALBEDO, diluc, kazuha, xingqiu, zhongli
Acts of Service
These are the people who would willingly do nice things for you to make you feel loved and to show their appreciation for you. Goes by the message “actions speak louder than words”, cause they cannot for the love of all things good say the right words, most of them anyway. They prefer to make your life easier and make you feel like fucking royalty CAUSE YOU DESERVE IT!!! You are basically the centre of their life so it is only right that they treat you as such. Depending on their abilities they can do a lot of things. The usual things they do is put away your things if you’re too tired to do so, make you a cup of coffee (or whatever) for your morning boost, offer to hold the heavy groceries, and PUT DOWN THE TOILET SEAT!!! LITERALLY THANK YOU, MARRY ME PLS 🤲💍 They just want you to know that they are there for you and you don’t have to hold the weight of everything. They are there to support you and will make sure you remember that you deserve to take it easy once in a while.
— aether, alhaitham, dainsleif, gorou, XIAO
Receiving/Giving Gifts
This is pretty straightforward, they give you gifts, big or small. The way you’re on their mind 24/7, they literally be y/n obsessed at this point. I like to think that they’re the type to constantly be in a daze and people look at them and are saying “can you think about the topic instead of you s/o for once?” These men for sure have that moneyy to treat their s/o, you are their world so yeah. They like to take their time when gift shopping for you hoping that the meaning or thought behind it gets to you. All gifts don’t have to be seen as materialistic, some of them actually make it themselves… AWWWWWWW y’all my heart cannot handle this cuteness. Handmade letters, promise rings, stuffed animals, even a food box that has your favourite foods you mentioned during your first date. Do not underestimate their ability to be romantic, cause they are so damn romantic omg. They especially love seeing you understand the meaning behind the gift and keeping it for the long run, maybe they should make you more gifts.
— AYATO, chongyun, kaeya, mika, tighnari
Quality Time
In their eyes, presence and attention are two very different things. They would much rather give you their undivided attention, and that goes for the opposite way as well. Will put anything aside just to listen to you talk for hours, loves to learn and understand you more. Will drag you along to who knows where and take a walk with you to discuss literally anything. The idea of creating special memories between you both makes his heart grow fonder. Just being one-on-one with you means so much to them, you have no idea. Will surely be the type to mark dates on their calendar and hates when dates or such are forgotten or postponed. This may just be me, but I think they love photos or paintings or certain days. It’s like a reminder of the time spent on that specific day. EYE CONTACT IS A FUCKING MUST!! They are quite attentive and participate in your convos, which is so attractive cause you know they’re listening and are putting effort in it. Even the simplest things like eating dinner with no distractions, taking a walk, or going on a road trip is enough for them.. for a while at least.
— baizhu, bennett, CYNO, heizou, thoma, wanderer
Physical Touch
Love to them is being there both emotionally and physically. They love giving even the slightest touches, it sparks that little chemistry between you two. They totally love receiving this as much as giving, this is just a really intimate thing for them. Kissers, hand holding, light touches, and especially hugs are a daily, maybe even hourly thing you receive. Their favourite sight is seeing you in their arms all relaxed and warmed up from their body heat. Definitely not the type to shy away from doing any type of pda, in fact they will love it if you lean in when they give you affection. Just lean in, okay? I promise you will see their gummy smile because of that, plus a wave of ‘need to show my love more’ will hit them. Mornings are for sure filled with kisses all over your face, the classic ‘5 more minutes’ in bed with you, and whispers of ‘I love you’ as they pull you closer to them. I WILL RUN TO THEM FOR THIS FR 😐 but also, this is a way to remind you that they are there with you.
— CHILDE, itto, kaveh, razor, venti
Ones who fit all categories
The kind who literally is the epitome of love language, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I could go on and on about them but that might make y’all want to stop reading lol. ANYWAYS, they are so sweet and think about you all the time, they love to plan future days to make some time for y’alls date, fancy or not. They just love spending any free time they have with you. Treats you no less than the best, quality treatment right here. Just saying they are the definition of boyfriend material, maybe even husband material wink wink. All the love languages apply to them tbh. They just love showering you in their love. The type to make you question if you deserve them but they’ll be the one to reassure you that what you’re thinking is totally bonkers and that they’re the one who doesn’t deserve you. AHHHHH STOP I’M GETTING JEALOUS!!! Just be sure to cherish them as much as they cherish you, with relationships comes give and take, balance is the basis. Plus, if you don’t cherish them.. I’ll gladly date them instead mwahahaha
— THOMA 😍😍 (SHOUT OUT TO ALL THE THOMA STANS)
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