#just need someone to fuck me plsplspls
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i can’t keep my hands off my pussy like some bitch in heat :(
men and minors dni
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if you could write a drabble of jaehyun fucking y/n in the elevator.. plsplspls 🥹 (referring to the post u reposted)
the part where he looks into the elevator camera ?:! /9;8/ i almost fainted
thank you!!!
I swear I was doing my requests in order but this one just got my eyes and damn I LOVE IT 😭😭 i just needed to do it or i will go mad also thank you @multifandomslxt for the thoughts anon was talking about (i love your posts 🥹🥹
when you started dating jaehyun you thought you won the lottery, he isn't just hot and handsome, he is cute, soft, gentle, sooo nice and well, fucks you like a pornstar, you could do a checklist of places you wanted to be fucked and he happily would try to make it happen, but in a crowded elevator was never in your list.
you swear you aren't making it on purpose, the elevator was just so crowded and the only place you can fit is close to jaehyun, back on his chest making him smile when he places his hands on your waist and brings you close, so maybe it's his fault too that every time the elevator jolts your ass rub against his cock, but just because every time he brings you closer.
you didn't realize in the beginning, but soon the bulge against your ass starts to get bigger, and you know jaehyun is tempted too, because his hands start to caressing your sides a way too rough like he was holding himself back and we'll you're a good girlfriend you would never make your dear boyfriend suffer like that.
your hands find his neck to bring his face close to you, your lips find his ears and it's on that clowded elevator that you whispers, "just do it, baby."
he smirks against your cheek, "so be quiet, love, and be a good girl for me, ok?"
the sound of him undoing his belt is a way too loud, and makes everyone look at you, and he just smiles, a dimple smile making the rest of the people just bow slightly and turn their heads back, not even realizing that in the middle of it he already took his cock out and is sliding the glistening head between your thighs. you tighten your legs and feel him buck further and the back, the hot length sliding against your wet panties.
you know your cheeks are red, you can feel the heat of your face, but you can't cover it, the only thing you can cover with your prada purse is where his dick is pocking on the front of your dress, before he stops, because he does it, he would fuck your thighs until he's leaking on the tip and his cock is twitching between your soft skin to then get deep inside you, pushing your panties to the side and thrusting into you until bottomed.
jaehyun is discreet, he thrusts inside your tight pussy slowly, never fully leaving you, just going centimeters back and diving in again, everything as you watch the people leaving the elevator and his thrusts getting messier, until just one person is left and the last thrust before the person leave is so hard that you have to pretending be coughing when in reality you're almost moaning loud.
"everything ok, baby?" jaehyun asks when the woman turn to look at you.
"yes-" you cough again, when one of his hands sneaks under your dress to the front of your panties, "just the weather, it's making me sick again." he smiles gently at you as you watch the woman turn her head and leave the elevator.
jaehyun hits the button to stop the elevator, and finally he's fucking you, still discreet, but all that while looking at the elevator camera, like he's challenging someone, or just seducing, hands on your hips and thrusting in you so deep that you have to props your hand on the wall to hold yourself. beads of sweat drop down his forehead, and you bit your lower lip when his hips start to buck, telling you that he's about to come.
jaehyun brings you close and kisses your neck as he comes messily inside you, groaning low against your ear. you come untouched next, just by his dick hitting that spot inside you and filling you with his cum.
"I'm making sure they will delete the images, ok, love?" he whispers against your ear when you come back from the bliss. "or I could save it to watch later, what do you think, or own sextape." he jokes, smirking and placing a kiss on your cheek, you chuckles, it's terrible that you love his pervert ideas.
sometimes being the boss have some privileges for sure, like fuck your girlfriend on the elevator on the way to your office. you would never complain of these privileges, he probably will be eating you out on his office next anyways.
#succubusyuyu requests#jaehyun x reader#jaehyun hard hours#jaehyun smut#jaehyun scenarios#nct 127 hard hours#nct scenarios#nct 127 smut#nct smut#nct hard hours#succubusyuyu
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would love your take on enemies to lovers neighbour!peter plsplspls 🥹🥹
nsfw or not totally up to you lady
okokok omg im so excited abt this
so like it all starts at a neighbourhood barbecue. you don't recognise him so you ask around about who he is. a few people aren't sure themselves until you ask the old guy who lives across the street to you. turns out he's his grandfather and he only moved back a month ago.
you go up and introduce yourself, welcome him to the neighbourhood and admittedly, he's a bit of a douchebag at first. not really saying much, just drinking his beer and nodding along to what ur saying. after a few minutes u just give up the conversation and move on to talk to someone else.
the next week you bump into him on a walk round the neighbourhood but he just nods at you and moves along. you just think he's not a very talkative person until the next week when ur invited to his grandfather's birthday party.
ur in the kitchen pouring urself a glass of ice cold water when he walks in. ur about to speak to him until he just walks past and goes up the stairs. when he comes back down u confront him.
"look.. i have no idea what ur problem is with me, but i'd like to know.."
"i don't have one.."
"i'm trying to be a friendly neighbour, i'm trying to be nice—"
"i don't need nice.. i need you to get out my way.."
"not until u tell me why u, for some reason, hate me."
"i don't want to be the focal point of the neighbourhood.. big whoop i moved in with my grandfather, u'd think i'm a fucking local celeb the way people want to ask me shit all the fucking time.."
"well i'm sorry for being nice.. jesus.."
"well don't be."
"asshole." u muttered as u moved out his way, going back to the freezer to grab some ice.
"i heard that."
"yeah? good."
maybe it was the sun blaring down through the windows, or the heated conversation but in some way shape or form he now had you in his bed, his lips against your neck. his teeth grazed your skin as he pressed against you further, feeling him through his jeans and your thin underwear under your sundress.
he acted nice to you in public after that, offering to help around the house when in reality he was just looking for a quick fuck. he was going back to his old ways, he should've hated himself but the way you were always ready and willing for him, he just couldn't give you up. he would have you aby way he could. on your bed as he fucked u missionary, in the shower against the tiled wall and in the kitchen on his knees, his head buried between your legs as you burn the food you were cooking—to which u then return the favour after he put up a shelf in ur kitchen, u on ur knees, one of his hands fisted in ur hair while he was filling up your mouth.
and you were determined to get him riled up. every barbecue, you'd purposely flirt with the nearest single guy, knowing peter would get angry when he'd catch you. you laughed so much louder than you normally would, hand reaching out for the other man's arm, feeling him up almost. peter would come over then, join in the conversation until the other man would walk away and peter would just tell you to leave and go back home. you knew he'd follow suit in 5 minutes.
"you gonna tell me what the fuck that was back there?"
"you didn't like it?"
"of course i fucking didn't like it."
"is someone.. jealous?"
"what? no.. i—"
"we're not exclusive peter."
"no, i know that.. but.."
"but what?"
he was standing in your kitchen, hands grabbing the countertop edge, knuckles going white as he gripped even harder.
"but i want us to be.. shit, i really thought i hated you.. but then we slept together and fuck, the sex was so fucking good.."
holy shit. he was about to confess everything to you.
"and i kinda realised.. i want to do it all the time.. but y'know.. sometimes less hate-fuelled.."
"peter, i.."
"just.. shh.." he had rounded the countertop now, stood chest to chest with you as his arm went round your waist, pulling you towards him.
"let me kiss you.."
"o-ok.."
and fuck, was it good. there was zero hate behind it, it was soft, gentle, loving. he even smiled against your lips. you were so giddy, your arms around his shoulder as u felt him lift u up, sitting u on the countertop. his hands ran up and down ur thighs while he kissed u, moving down to ur neck and u just smiled, ur face turning a soft shade of pink. once he pulled away, u whined at the loss of contact.
"i know i did this wrong but.. do u wanna have dinner with me sometime? like a real, proper date.."
"yeah.. yeah i'd like that.."
#need him to fuck me stupid then fall in love w me#peter quill drabble#peter quill smut#peter quill x reader#peter quill#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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POST THE DOUBKE PARALLELS PLSPLSPLS
HNGH OKAY SO,
First of all just some General Visual Parallels (ones that while I don't have any particular Thoughts or Deep Analysis on they're Neat :) (also they fit more into the overarching smoking trio parallels since Kazui has a matching one too) I'm sorry Kazui my blog is so biased orz)
Mfs when they hold the left side of their face while forcing out a pained smile (Although with Mikoto it's just his general lying/trying to brush off his own suffering while with Shidou we're looking at him at his most painfully honest) ((Also they both have phone calls in their songs which I think is Great))
Cool eye shots :) (Am I the only one who thinks Mikoto's eyes are very pretty :sob: ((Also now the entire smoking trio has one of these close up eye shots, I also love that Mikoto and Orekoto both get individual shots nobody gets left out (Ignoring the fact that they Disbanded)))
Okay but time for. My Actual Shitty Parallels Analysis bear with me guys here this is gonna get Messy,
Idk if I talked about this Before but Shidou and John (I'm sorry guys I Need to adjust to it I'm gonna call him John here) are both obviously extremely tied to their "purpose" of protecting people, specifically their loved ones (Shidou's Family/Mikoto). However they obviously go at it very Differently, John's method Is harmful (violence/killing) while Shidou's is supposed to be the complete Opposite (treating/healing).
There's also something interesting about their victims. I can't say for sure from Double if Multiple people were Actually murdered, but it seems to be portrayed that way by John at least; he and Shidou both portray themselves as having multiple victims, and they're also portrayed completely differently than their loved ones (Flowers/Tags, Mannequins, they're not entirely portrayed as people and have little to no identity, their lives were set aside to protect/save the ones they cared about)
(The environment in Shidou's MV is also very sterile and clean looking while John's is covered in blood. They're both surrounded by their representations of the lives they took)
From what we've seen this purpose is currently what basically makes or breaks their will/reason to live, these people are their entire worlds, if they can't even save the ones they care about they may as well have nothing, and what happened with that purpose of protecting?
Well. They failed.
Shidou's fails to protect/save his family and John fails to protect/save Mikoto, and their arcs with how they go Forward with this failure completely Kills Me
I fucking. Hrmghsdflbds these shots at the ends of their respective mvs are the shots that pretty much prompted this post. Shidou reaches out and, despite his failures, tries to push past his self-hatred and resolves to continue living and protecting others. Meanwhile, John closes in on himself with renewed self-hatred, and decides that it would be better off if he disappeared/went dormant.
Just. Aheem aheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem
GOD, GOD (while the shots themselves don't exactly parallel, the lyrics. Oh The Lyrics)
"So hey, prolong my life" / "If only I were never born, if only"
"I'm Dispensable" / "I'm So Sorry"
Minus the "Why, why" in Double, these are the Last Two Lines for both of their songs and,
I'M GONNA HIT SOMETHING,
We see John with the most Openly Distressed expression we've seen on him meanwhile Shidou has almost Cold Resolve
Shidou and John's arcs are going in completely opposite directions and that Breaks my Fucking Heart Man oh my God get me Out of here Get Me Out (I hope these shots also helps articulate that parallel I tried to make earlier about the different ways they go at protecting people? Shidou puts on new white, clean gloves meanwhile John's hands are completely coated in blood and just. Man,).
Just. Yeah. Yeah,
Pain
God I hope this makes sense to Someone I'm going Insane
Most miserable guys ever I love them so much </333
#milgram#milgram project#mikoto kayano#shidou kirisaki#0509#0905#0509 ramblings#admittedly i'm very apprehensive about posting this to the main tags#while all the Real theories are rolling in and stuff#i'm kinda worried about people looking at me like i'm Insane and like Yeah I Am but also orz orz#praying this stays with my audience you guys see the Vision Right#they make me So Ill i'm gonna Throw Something Goddddddd#guys pleaseplaspelape if you have thoughts or a response to this Let Me Know we Need to feed each other Thoughts me thinks
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HELLO begging pleading on my knees for more young reader hello please a crumb it was so scrumptious i am begging for me sobbing crying at your feet it was so good more pleasepleaseplease I NEED TO SEE THE STORY EXPAND plsplspls your writing is so delicious (hurt/comfort??) i keep thinking about how they managed to get that good at a young age its gotta be angsty yumyumyum
(if you have the time ofc, tqsm im just very not normal about the brainrot they are FAMILY your honor)
Ok! So let me preface this with, I know fuck all about the military aside from what I’ve seen in movies and shows, and what I’ve looked at through my own research… and that’s gonna reflect in this but you wanted angst so here you go babe 😘 (anon is referring to this post!)
Maybe our newest, youngest addition to the 141 comes from a big family and they always fought for their turn in the spotlight of their family’s affections. Maybe after years and years of trying and doing things the right way, excelling at their extracurriculars, going above and beyond in their sports, doing impressively well in their classes, it still wasn’t enough. Maybe they settled in with the wrong crowd in an attempt to get some morsel of acknowledgment, to know that they exist, that they matter to someone or something. And maybe they spent most of their formative years with this crowd, getting into all kinds of trouble, from stealing little things from shops, to sprinting away from the cops after trespassing an abandoned facility. They’ve spent years doing this, they learned early on how to survive, how to properly pivot your foot when you throw a punch, they learned how to break their thumb to slip out of handcuffs, they learned how to be unrelenting and merciless when it came time to blows.
This soldier, this child, who only ever wanted to feel accepted, and welcome, and safe with someone, anyone, is so desperate to belong somewhere. That when they’re finally of age, they enlist. Finally, clearly, understanding that their family didn’t really care what happened to them either way. Their family only really reached out to them when they needed something or to bitch at them for not being available enough or not calling enough.
They go through training, and just like with everything they’ve done so far, they passed with flying fucking colors, scoring top marks in almost every category. It’s impressive. It’s inspirational. It’s tragic. And Laswell picks up on that when she’s thumbing away at potential operatives. So she talked to Price, tells him what she thinks, what she says, and the potential they have.
He’s weighing the pros and the cons, mulling over the new information, and then he sees their picture. He’s had young soldiers before but this is something new. It causes an uneasiness to settle in his stomach, but he sees the picture, flips through the file and thinks of his own men, how they’d feel working with someone this young and this, apparently, talented. He feels a little more at ease at the idea that they’d be in better hands with him and his team. He sighs, looking at the picture one more time, tired eyes staring back him,
“Send ‘em my way.”
#idk how to tag this lol#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#soap mactavish x reader#soap mctavish x reader#john price x reader#captain john price x reader#captain price x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#könig x reader#konig x reader#cod x reader#mw2 x reader#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod headcanons
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i want to know about Fenders_AngstCrack plsplspls
:D :D :D
This fic started as just a dumping ground for all of my sad-fucked-up-self-destructive-Anders feelings (hence the title) and then I showed it to @lesetoilesfous and her cheerleading turned it into like... an actual fic with an outline, which is now probably about 1/2 written? but currently slow progress.
It's a post-DA2 fic with the premise that Sebastian captured Anders shortly after the end of DA2, and proceeded to hold him prisoner indefinitely while carrying out some fairly nasty psychologically-targeted vengeance. And then a year or two later Fenris agrees to do Sebastian a favour and check out the rumours coming out of Haven, and Sebastian offers to send a (much-altered) Anders along as backup. Which leads to Fenris trailing a very messed up Anders across half of Thedas while trying to 1. figure out what happened to him, 2. fix it, & 3. not spontaneously combust from how much of his own history this is bringing up.
It's a lot of me poking at the idea of trauma and how it's painful and heartbreaking and sad but also annoying and inconvenient and socially awkward and inclined to make you have stupid blow-up fights because you were talking about different things. And also me indulging in Fenris as a cynical knight in shining armour, riding to the rescue half against his will, even as he tries to convince himself that he's probably misreading those red flags, and everything is probably fine actually (it's not. he knows it's not.) And also Anders being a stubborn determined bastard who has recovered from spending a year in solitary confinement once and will do it again, he just. needs a minute.
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"Anders hesitated, shifting some of the sticks to expose a bed of coals.
“I don't know that I'm the best person to ask,” he said. “You're talking to someone who ran away from the circle for the first time when he was thirteen.” He poked at the coals, shifted the food a little closer to the heat. “But no,” he admitted, “for the most part they're not. They're not pleasant. I have no doubt that those children have seen friends killed by templars, or branded, or raped, or driven to suicide. But those are outliers, the ones who get unlucky, or are prone to making trouble, like me. For most mages it's...easier. Still miserable, but better than freezing to death on the streets.”
He settled back on the dirt, watching the shimmering coals. Fenris turned the words over in his mind, considering.
Three years ago, he might have told the mage to count his blessings; that there were many who froze to death in the streets and had no other options. And it was true that there were many in Thedas for whom shelter, however unsafe, and food, however conditional, would seem a luxury.
But even as he said the words, he would not have meant them. They were the words of the magisters who had argued that slavery was a public good, because without it the streets would be crowded with beggars. A barb thrown out to get a rise out of the mage, because that was what they did. Because the rhythm of jab and counter between them was familiar and comfortable and because the hunger in Anders’ eyes when Fenris argued with him made him feel like his good opinion was worth fighting for."
#Thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble about this that was fun :D :D :D#DragonAge#Anders#Fenris#Fenders#fanfic#fatal rambles#sebastian vael critical#sebastian critical#sebastian definitely gets shafted by the narrative in this#he gets to play the personification of everything I think is wrong with the Catholic church which is. A lot of things.#in fairness it's a role I think he's moderately suited to but it does solidly emphasize the more unreasonable aspects of his character
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Any sick freaks wanna rp Gravecest with me ?! I’d wanna rp as Ashley and i just need someone who writes long , plsplspls i’m desperate for some fucked up gross disgusting shit
#the coffin of andy and leyley#tcoaal#gravecest#andy graves#ashley graves#leyley graves#andrew graves#please rp with me#roleplay#coffincest
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i dont mind. jjk (m) part one.
part two.
pairing: rockstar!Jungkook x reader
genre: band!au, strangers to lovers, lots of fluff, smut, future angst
warnings: overstimulation, he spits in your mouth yum(jungkook has a thing for spit ok), multiple orgasms, oral, face sitting, fingering, its sweet & playful okay
word count: 21k+
summary: What do you do when a cute boy barges into your car and demands you floor it because he’s being chased by security? Well, you floor it of course, and somehow manage to fall for him because of it.
author’s note: I’ve been writing this for ages whenever i’d get a minute to spare but its here and will be two parts!! plsplspls give it a read and drop some feedback or a reblog. please listen to I Don’t Mind by Defeater, that song it the reason I wrote this lmfao.
Day One.
The iced coffee you held in your hand felt nice despite the slight breeze that surrounds you as you walk down the street, phone held against your ear as Yeri spills her heart out on the events that just happened to her. Something about being rejected by someone and that said someone’s girlfriend popping up, you were sort of lost in her story, only humming when you deemed necessary.
“This is why I'm single!”
Mhm. That sucks.
“Like can you believe that?”
I know that’s crazy.
You shuffle the bags on your shoulder higher up, wincing when you realize the weight of them had left an indent on your skin. “I’ll call you back Yeri, I’m about to get in my car.”
She said her goodbyes promising to let you know even more details on her story later before you hung up. You grab your keys out of your bag and throw the shopping bags that unfortunately do not belong to you into the trunk as you curse your boss for making you do her shopping before getting into the driver's side and starting it up.
You place your coffee into the cup holder, put the car in drive and deem yourself ready to speed off when your passenger door flies open, a man flinging his body inside, practically throwing himself onto your side and shutting the door behind him, “Drive, please just drive!”
The stranger gives you an exasperated look when the car remains at a standstill, seeing you stare at him with wide eyes but how could you not stare? He looks absolutely frantic, the red flannel he wore was hanging off his shoulder and he wasn't even on the seat properly. His hair was a mess on his head, the length of it allowing you to see he has black earrings in his lobes, but you have no time to admire him in your state of shock.
“Please!” He begs again and honestly you don’t know why you listen, maybe because he sounds desperate, maybe because you’re slightly bored and want to see where this would take you, or maybe because he probably had a gun. Regardless you do so while managing to clear the tight parking space with ease before you were speeding out of there.
He visibly relaxes as he looks behind him and your curious eyes glance at the rear view mirror to see what he was staring at, gasping when you saw cops running down the sidewalk by the spot you had just left, clearly looking for someone.
“What did you do!” You shriek, your fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as you look over at the brown haired boy. Making decisions out of pure boredom would be the death of you, literally. If the cops were after him your reasoning of him maybe having a gun were probably right.
“Don’t freak out.”
The car screeches to a halt as you nearly pass a red light, both of you jolting forward at the sudden stop. “Don’t freak out? You invited yourself into my car, demanded I drive and I have no idea who you are. Those cops were looking for you weren’t they?”
He chooses this moment to buckle his seatbelt and pull down your visor to fix his messed up hair, great he was making himself comfortable. “Okay, okay. Yes I was running from them.”
You were a split second away from physically kicking him out of your car, “What did you do?”
He flips the visor back up and rubs his jaw, looking back again to make sure the cops had lost sight of him before turning back around to face you, “I ...might have ...stabbed someone….”
Oh so not a gun but a knife.
You could feel your blood pressure drop and your mind going a thousand miles a minute as you try to figure out a way to go about the situation but in the end you opt for screaming, “You what?!”
Your fingers press the unlock button and you reach over to unbuckle his seatbelt, seeing him look down at it with a frown as it slid up his chest and off his body. You were not going to jail for harboring a fugitive. “Get out! Get out right fucking now!”
He just stares at you so you take it upon yourself to reach over again and open the door for him to let him know you were not joking. As your door swung open it nearly wipes out a biker who yells every curse word at you before flipping you off and continuing to bike away.
That's when the boy starts laughing, closing the door and buckling back up as he motions up with a smile at the light that had just turned green, “Wow you yell really loud.” His nose wrinkled up as he laughs, acting as if him admitting to stabbing someone was casual small talk.
You continue to drive, your nervous eyes bouncing around to see how many witnesses were around in case he did something. You were also debating just driving straight to a police station because as far as you knew he was a psychopath who needed to be locked up.
When you gave him no reaction he stopped laughing. “Okay, wow. You took that seriously, you’re super tense right now...and a little pale.” He tilts his head to get a better look at your face but you refuse to look at him, “It was a joke, ha ha, I didn’t actually stab anyone okay?”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Yet you keep driving.” He has a smug smile on his face, choosing to slide down the seat to really get comfortable, “I stole some guitar picks alright? They really called out the beefiest mall cops on me for guitar picks. Pat me down if you want, I don't have anything that is stabbing material.”
“I still don’t–”
“Believe me, yeah yeah.” His hand reaches into his jeans pocket, plucking out one of the black guitar picks and holding it in front of your face to see that it was in fact new because the tiny price sticker was still on it.
There was a split second of pure silence as you stare at the pick before looking back at the road. Clearly satisfied, he sighs and pockets the pick again, choosing to spread his left arm out to rest on the head of your seat, “So, enough about me. How’s your day going?”
Cue the screaming, “Why would you say you stabbed someone you asshole!”
His eyes widen up, fingers going to plug his ears until you were finished, “Once again, you’re loud. It was a joke, lighten up.”
The muscles under your eye were twitching as you filled up with rage but you kept driving. And that's when you realized you had mindlessly began driving back to work so before you could give this self proclaimed jokester personal information you swerved to the curb and put your car in park.
“Ha ha yes it was sooo funny. Get out and tell everyone else your amazing jokes.” You gestured towards the curb with a sarcastic grin on your face.
“You’re really gonna–” He looked out at the sidewalk and back at you, “you’re gonna make me get out? Seriously?”
A nod was given in response, your hand still spread out towards the sidewalk.
“Alright, I’ll get out but you have to give me your number first.”
Your jaw dropped and your hand went limp, falling onto the center console with a thud, “What?”
“Your number, you know like your phone number?” He was already pulling his phone out, tapping on his contacts to make a new addition.
“No.”
He looked up, confusion written all over his face, not being able to fathom someone turning him down, “C’mon, let me make this up to you.”
The crisp click of your doors unlocking again filled the small car, “You getting out of my car is more than enough.”
He lets out a whistle, another grin making its way onto his face, “Feisty.”
Alright, you were ready to pop him in the face. More so when he started rummaging through your glove compartment, pulling out a random pink highlighter you had and a gas receipt that was crinkled up. He scribbled on it and slipped it back into your glove compartment, “Give me a call, I’ll buy you an iced coffee since you seem to like that.”
Your eyes flicker down at the now watered down iced coffee, only looking back when you heard the passenger door close. He blew you a kiss before strolling down the street back in the way you came.
Curiosity got the best of you so you reach over and grab the receipt from the glove compartment, looking at the paper and seeing he scribbled his number along with his name and a heart.
Jungkook.
You scoffed and crumbled it up, tossing it into the back of your car to be forgotten.
Day Twenty-four.
“Jesus Yeri stand up!” You grunted, struggling to hold your weight and hers combined as she leaned on you. She was completely shit faced, well you weren’t that far off but she was practically dead weight right now.
“He was so cute.” She whined out, rubbing your cheek with the back of her palm.
You managed to shuffle the both of you over to the brick wall by the club, gently pushing her against it to ease the weight off, “You were flirting with the mural on the wall Yeri.”
Yeri mumbled a couple of angry things before throwing her head back and smacking it onto the brick wall with a nasty thud. Her face contorted into pain as she clutched onto the back of her head, resulting in her completely losing her center of balance and face planting it onto the concrete. It all happened too fast for your drunk mind to comprehend and you only noticed she was now on the floor when she groaned in pain.
“Oh my god.” You crouched down and flipped her over onto her back, sighing out when there were no visible injuries or blood, “I thought you were gonna break your face.”
Her eyes widened as she patted her cheeks, “No I’m too pretty!”
She lay there, hands inspecting her face for anything while you gave up. You chose to sit on the ground with your back against the wall, leaving Yeri on the floor in front of you because wow your legs really fucking hurt. Dancing with heels on for three hours did not feel nice no matter how many shots you threw back.
This was supposed to be a fun outing, which it was, but neither of you were planning on getting as drunk as you are now. Obviously things didn’t go as planned, once she saw some guy she used to fool around with the stories of every failed relationship came flooding out of her mouth and the only way to get her to stop was to make her drink.
Everything was great, dancing with each other and making friends with other drunk girls was always the highlight of nights out but when you lost Yeri and found her trying to make out with a mural you decided it was time to leave.
“Where’s our uber?” She mumbled out, curling up on the floor, deeming it the perfect napping area.
“I got it.” You reached into your bra and pulled out your phone to order the uber except the screen wouldn't light up. The reflection of you pouting at your phone stared back at you when the charging icon flickered before going black.
You don’t got it.
It was dead and apparently so was Yeri’s.
The phone went back into your bra as your fingers gripped the wall to pull yourself back up. The black stilettos you had on were slipped off your feet and placed beside Yeri as you walked a few feet up the sidewalk to see if anyone had exited the club. The ground was dirty and your feet were throbbing as you walked but you didn’t pay much attention to it.
The area surrounding the club was empty except for a few girls who were way more drunk than you stumbling away in the opposite direction. Once you turned back around when you realized no one could help, you heard the sound of voices, men to be more specific.
Oh god. You instantly got nervous and hurried back to Yeri, attempting to sit her up to not draw attention to how drunk both of you were.
“You should’ve gone for it!”
“She was all over you dude.”
They all started laughing with each other as they got closer to the pair of you.
“Nah, she wasn’t feeling it.”
Once again they all groaned in unison, “She wasn’t feeling it? I don’t know it looked like she was feeling up all over you.”
You kept your gaze forward, hoping that if you ignored them as they passed they would ignore you. Yeri had a different plan.
“Hey!” She shouted out and you just held your breath as they stopped walking a few feet away from you. “Can you get us an uber?”
“Why, are you broke?” One of them asked as they came closer, making a few of them laugh.
“No, we’re drunk.” She giggled out as her head lolled over onto your shoulder.
Please don’t hurt us. Is all you could think as they moved to stand in front of you both.
“Yeah, we’ll get you guys an uber.” You hesitantly looked up at the one who pulled his phone out, expecting to see some creep staring down at you both with sinister eyes but instead you saw a dimpled face guy with purple hair and a look of concentration that was lit up by the glow of his screen.
“Holy shit, my partner in crime?”
“Dude what?”
“That’s the girl that helped me get away from the damn cops. What’s up Bonnie.”
You scrunch your face up as you tried to see who he was talking to because neither of you were named Bonnie. “What?”
“You know, Bonnie and Clyde.” That's when he crouched down in front of you and gave you a smile.
Jungkook.
“Oh my god, you!”
His friends laughed at how pissed you sounded, “In the flesh. You look like you had a fun night.”
You placed your hand on his forehead before pushing him back making him flop down on his ass, “Fuck off.”
Yeri was handed the phone to input the address, her tongue poking out as she slowly typed it, trying her best to not make any mistakes. You’d grab it from her but it probably wouldn’t make a difference.
“You never texted me.” Jungkook playfully whined, remaining seated while the rest of his friends fell into their own conversation.
“I seemed to have misplaced your number, it’s probably somewhere in a landfill if I’m being honest.”
He pressed a palm to his heart as he winced, “Ouch, can I at least get your name?”
You stretched your feet out, your calves felt cold against the concrete but you didn’t mind it. The least you could do was give him your name, “Y/N.”
He was about to respond, something smug you were sure but he was cut off. “The app says this address doesn’t exist…where do you guys live?” He looked to you for an answer because Yeri had fallen asleep.
“In Gangnam.”
Jungkook stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take, “I can drop you guys off if you want?”
You let him pull you up but you protested on the offer for a ride. It was half hearted because you didn’t want to be a burden but you also didn’t want to be stranded here until the first morning bus. “No I don’t wanna bug you.”
He already reached down and grabbed your shoes, holding them in his left hand while letting you balance on him. “Don’t worry about it. I’d rather make sure you get home safe instead of laying on the street, consider this me making it up to you.”
The purple haired boy and another with silver hair reached down to help pick Yeri up since she was out cold. “My cars parked down the street.”
You mumbled out a slurred response, letting yourself lean on him. Jungkook had left your mind since your incident two weeks ago but you were pretty thankful it was him and his group of friends that had stumbled upon you instead of other creepy guys.
The whole group reached Jungkook's black sedan, opening up the back door to slide Yeri in and buckle her up while he helped you slide into the passenger’s side, clicking your seat belt into place.
“I’ll catch up with you guys yeah? Text me the address of the restaurant Namjoon.” The guy with purple hair agreed and waved at you before him and the others wandered further down the street to the other car.
Jungkook gently closed the door, making sure your feet were good before going around the car to get into the driver’s side. “Alright, I know how to get to Gangnam but you’re gonna have to help with your streets. Can you do that?”
“Yup!” He gave you a smile as he started up the car and slowly made his way out of the parking spot and beginning the route to Gangnam.
“I’d offer you a water bottle but these are all empty or half empty.”
You wiggled your feet, pushing around a few bottles that were on the floor in front of you, “Why?”
“My car overheats a lot. She’s thirsty but I love her.” Jungkook had a look of appreciation on his face as he patted the steering wheel and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“So where was this thirsty car when you were looking for a getaway driver?”
“Parked way too far away to be a good enough getaway car, you were very convenient.”
The lights of the clubs in Hongdae swirled by as he passed them, putting you in a trance as you rested your head against the window. “Well,” you sighed, “I’m glad I was able to help.”
The rest of the ride was filled with the soft hum of the radio playing a rock song that Jungkook mumbled under his breath. He was relatively quiet which differed from the small snippets of his personality that you had gotten glimpses of. Maybe he was keeping quiet because you were too drunk to really hold a conversation.
After directing him through the small streets you arrived at your complex, the surrounding area practically dead because people were either clubbing or fast asleep in their beds. Jungkook got out and helped you step out of the car, letting you rest against the door as he tried to get Yeri’s unconscious ass out of the vehicle.
You were less wobbly than you were earlier so you wrapped one of her arms around your shoulder even though realistically Jungkook took most of the weight. You typed in your code into the keypad and the front doors slid open, the three of you shuffling into the building and into the elevator.
“Who are you?” Yeri mumbled out while looking up at Jungkook
“A figment of your imagination.”
She nuzzled into him as the elevator rose up, “You’re cute.” Is all she said before she knocked out again, her body becoming more limp than before if that was even possible.
After a bit of a struggle and the pair of you almost dropping Yeri, you finally got into your apartment and laid her out on the couch. You let yourself fall onto the loveseat beside it and watched Jungkook take his phone out to scroll through the messages his friends had sent him.
“The guys are eating somewhere in Myeongdong do you wanna join us?”
You slumped down, your elbows resting on your knees, “Too drunk.”
That was very true, now that you were sat in one place you noticed that the room seemed to be spinning. He hummed as he took in your appearance, deciding to hand his phone over to you even though he was debating trying to persuade you. He knew more than anyone that beef tasted best when drunk but he also knew more than anyone that eating beef when that drunk resulted in it coming back out in the form of throw up. “Next time then.”
You grabbed the device, not really sure what he wanted until you saw that it had the number pad open and a blank contact waiting to be filled in. He was persistent.
You finally filled out your contact information, throwing in the middle finger and heart emoji beside your contact name before handing it back, not missing the giant smile that spread across his face.
Day Fourty-two
A nearly empty iced americano was is your hand as Jungkook dragged you down the streets of Hongdae once again, “I can’t believe your ass paid this much for an iced coffee.”
He sipped his own drink, smiling with the straw between his teeth, “One, it tastes great so stop complaining it wasn’t your money, and two did you not see how cute that place was? Definitely worth it.”
You had finally responded to the texts he had been sending you since he gave you and your friend a ride, the constant string of memes and stupid jokes he would send you only made you giggle to yourself but they wouldn’t elicit a written response.
You would open the texts while you walked from one place to the next, holding in your laughter in public or sharing them with your friends when boredom struck at work. But after a few days of silence on your end the memes and jokes ended and you couldn’t stop yourself from finally sending a text, Why’d you stop?
That was probably his plan all along, get you hooked on the jokes so you couldn’t stay away. Well it worked because the memes continued and with that came the invitation to finally getting you an iced coffee. The hassle of finding time between your always changing work schedule pushed the date further back but the wait was worth it.
“You’re right, it wasn’t my money so thanks. Where are we going now anyways?” He had told you to dress comfy and you were glad you listened because you guys had been walking for a while and if you had worn your normal flats your feet would be blistered by now. Your converse weren’t exactly the best but it worked, and Jungkook thought the same since he was rocking a pair of his own. Along with that he was also wearing a pair of ripped black jeans, a grey tee and a leather jacket on top that helped keep him warm now that the sun was setting.
“Somewhere fun. You’ll love it, I hope.”
A couple of blocks later and you were entering a dimly lit club, the bass shaking the walls. This was not what you’re used to, yeah you go to clubs on occasion but they’re usually playing the latest hits and everyone’s drunk and grinding on each other. A club like this, with a band playing and people moving around to the beat of a rock song was out of your element.
The second you stepped in Jungkook was greeted by a few people, shouts of heys and random handshakes being exchanged while he kept one hand on your shoulder to not lose you.
“You come here often?” You shouted over the music, luckily he had moved his face closer so he could hear you properly.
“Yes I do. A couple of my friends are performing tonight though, it’ll be a little more mellow than it is right now.”
You hoped that was true because from what you could see the current crowd were throwing elbows and a few fists around and you didn’t want to be caught in the middle of that. Jungkook seemed to grasp your hesitance so he lead you to the back, leaning against the wall he spread his arms out to invite you to lean into him. There wasn’t really an option, everyone was crowding around the back and if you leaned on him you wouldn’t get shoved around so you did.
He kept a loose grip around your waist, letting you rest your back against his chest, feeling him hum along to the current song, his hands gently tapping out a beat on your stomach. Jungkook rested his chin on the top of your head due to your height difference, you both probably looked ridiculous but it just made you laugh to yourself.
“Oh look they’re about to come on!” One of his hands lifted off your waist to point towards the stage where two people walked on, guitar in one of their hands, a box drum in the other’s and microphones being placed in front of them.
You remembered them from that other night, the one with silver hair that helped carry Yeri and another boy with faded orange hair that you hadn’t spoken to. One sat on the stool while the other made himself comfortable on top of the box drum, pulling the microphones a little closer as they settled in, “Thanks for coming out, I’m Jimin,”
“I’m Hoseok.”
“and we’re gonna play a couple of slow songs for you guys. Is that alright?” The audience cheered and raised their drinks up, a couple of girls screaming out that they loved them.
Both of them smiled at that, shifting in their seat and checking the tune of the guitar. Jimin tapped on the guitar and softly counted to three before he started playing off chords, Hoseok joining in to create a beautiful melody that made you want to dance along. And then he started singing and you knew you had just become a fan, especially when Hoseok joined in, both their voices mixing together perfectly. The crowd sang along, obviously being fans of them, their arms in the air slowly swaying side to side, it just made you wish you knew the song so you could join along.
“They’re really good.” You mumbled out to Jungkook who had dropped his head down onto your shoulder.
“Glad you think so. We’re in a group together, you should come see us next time we play.” You couldn’t say no to that, not with how his face lit up with hope that you’d say yes.
HALLOWEEN Day Sixty-seven
And that's exactly how you found yourself with a small group of your friends at the same club on the night of Halloween, but instead of being in the back the four of you managed to slip your way into the crowd right in front of the small stage.
You sipped your drink as you waited for the previous group to clear off the stage, the crowd was calm during their set, not really liking them as much which you were thankful for because you did not want your drink on your shirt.
“So what’s their name?” Irene asked as she looked around, Yeri and Seulgi waiting for a response because you had dragged them all this way with absolutely no explanation other than they had to come. You would’ve came alone but you just didn’t have it in you, the thought of doing that filled your stomach with too many nerves.
“Absolutely no idea.”
Seulgi smirked, raising her eyebrow at you, “Okay then, what instrument does the one you wanna fuck play?”
“Lead guitar.” It slipped out before you could stop yourself so your lips wrapped around your straw once again as the three of them gasped and started making a scene.
“Oh my god Y/N, go for it–”
“Especially if he’s hot!”
“Do you know if the feeling’s mutual?”
You were sipping on pure ice at this point, your drink running dry and no longer allowing you to stall. “Yes he’s hot and he’s also really fucking dorky in an adorable way.”
Irene smacked your arm, “Wait is it meme boy?”
Question marks appeared over the other two's head, obviously having no idea what kind of code name meme boy was.
You just nodded at her before she smacked your arm again, “Go for it!”
You were honestly tempted to do so but so far Jungkook hadn’t tried to make a move, yes he was flirty but that just seemed like his personality. Your texts were always friendly, very sarcastic and full of jokes and you had only really hung out twice since the last time he brought you here so you were stumped. Plus you weren’t quite sure what your friendship was...boy that snuck into your car and also saved your drunk ass while showing you good music and becoming someone you text regularly?
Suddenly the entire crowd shifted, everyone stepping up and successfully pushing you out of your train of thought and the four of you closer to the stage. Your knees grazing the stage and the feeling of elbows digging into your back just made you remember how nice being in the back last time had been but you wanted to see his group so you’d deal with it.
One by one they came out, all with giant smiles adorning their faces as they took their place and that's when your eyes landed on Jungkook who was standing directly in front of you, his shiny black guitar hanging off his shoulders.
Your eyes trailed up from his legs to his guitar where his hands loosely gripped the neck and that's when you noticed the subtle trails of ink he had adorning his skin, you had never seen those before considering he usually had a sweater or some sort on due to the current weather, but they definitely suited him. There wasn’t too many of them, simple script across his chest and a few designs against his left arm but they were bold enough to stand out. Your eyes went further up to see him staring right at you, a giant smile on his face when he realized you had actually made it.
“You came!” He mouthed out to you, his eyes crinkling up in excitement when you smiled back and nodded at him.
Irene shook your shoulder and squealed when she noticed that but luckily he had already turned around, lightly strumming a few times while the guy you remembered as Jimin spoke, “Wow, there's a lot of you here tonight. I see some of you have dressed for the occasion, we obviously haven’t because to be honest it gets hot as fuck up here.”
Shouts were heard from all over, mixing in with the sound of the members all checking their instruments when the man holding the bass grasped the mic in front of him with a smirk, “Plus a mask wouldn’t let you guys see my pretty face and lets face it, they’re just here to see my pretty face Jimin.”
Jimin shook his head as he fidgeted with his own guitar, his head lifting up for his eyes to scan the room, “Is that true guys? Did you all just wanna see Taehyung’s pretty face?”
Noises of approval and a few dirty comments were shouted towards the stage making Taehyung wink in return which only caused more noise from the girls all around, he was clearly the man in charge of making the girls go crazy.
Jungkook had turned back around, his hand no longer holding the neck of his guitar, instead just letting it hang low on his body. He grasped his own microphone, the damn black pick he stole being held between his fingers as he pressed his lips against the mic, “And what about my pretty face?”
The crowd got even louder than before and you couldn’t stop from rolling your eyes with a smile when he looked down at you, winking before crinkling up his nose and laughing at everyone's reaction.
“And what about me?” Shouted Hoseok, the drummer who was now standing up on his drum stool with his arms spread out.
The cheers continued and Jimin waved his arms around to silence everyone, “Alright, alright. Everyone here has a pretty face, but let’s be honest, it’s me you’re here for.”
Laughs were heard but before any of the members could respond to that he brought the microphone back to his mouth, “Anyways this is a new song, hope you enjoy it!”
Hoseok tapped his sticks together before the song began, the entire crowd moving along to the rhythm that you and your friends couldn’t help but join in. That's how the entire show went, even with the songs everyone but you four knew, the experience was fun and it was even more entertaining to see Jungkook on stage.
The white shirt he had on was damp with sweat and the collar was hanging loosely around his shoulders, letting you see the ink that painted his chest more freely. He got lost in the music, certain songs making him bob his head with his eyes shut while others made him roam the stage and interact with the crowd while him and Taehyung joked around and before you knew it they were saying their goodbyes, taking a bow on stage before hopping off and disappearing into a door to the right.
The four of you immediately slid your way out of the crowd that was still shouting out for them to come back out, finding yourselves back at the bar to get more drinks.
“They were so good!” Seulgi complemented before taking a sip of her beer.
“They really were and the amount of times Jungkook looked down at you,” Irene whistled,”you’d be stupid not to make a move.”
You took a sip of your own drink, replaying the moments Jungkook had looked down at you as he shredded away on the guitar. It was hot to say the least, you had to come out to more of their shows from now on.
A bit of a commotion was heard behind you before you felt someone sling their arm around your shoulder. You looked up in shock and saw Jungkook looking down at you with a sweet smile that didn’t match the smirks he was sending on stage. He had changed into a black shirt and he didn’t look as sweaty as before. “Did you like the show?”
You pretended to think about it, enjoying the fake shocked lock on his face before you admitted that you had really enjoyed it. “Definitely. You guys are really talented.”
He bowed his head down, suddenly feeling shy at your praises. “Thanks that means a lot, we’re gonna head out to this party our friend’s throwing not too far from here. Did you guys wanna go?” He looked at you then towards your friends.
“We didn’t drive here.” Irene spoke up.
He just shrugged in return, “There’s space in our van if you’re willing to squeeze together.”
Your friends could see that you were thinking of it because a party did sound inviting and they knew you had the hots for the guitarist so they motioned for you to say yes.
Jungkook noticed and his grin only widened when he saw you nod in agreement, clapping his hands together and telling you all to follow him outside, saying the bartender would put your drinks on his tab and to not worry about it.
On the way out a few girls tried to grab his attention but he only smiled and reached for your hand to get out of there but not before you saw the nasty stares being sent your way once they saw your hands intertwined.
Once you stepped out you noticed the sun had barely set, remnants of pinks and purples still lingering in the sky as the dark blue hue slowly overtook it. There was a slight breeze nipping at your skin, making you squeeze Jungkook’s hand as a reflex. He looked over at you as your group walked down the sidewalk, seeing your hair fan out to the side and the way you tried to look down to stop the breeze from hitting your face, the sight made him circle his thumb around your palm, sending tingles up your arm.
In that moment you felt like a schoolgirl developing a crush, stuck in the phases in between wondering if this was something you would forget in a few weeks or something genuine you felt inside. The feelings in the beginning of liking someone were always your favorite, finding out little quirks about them, realizing what you did and didn’t have in common and the anticipation of not knowing if they felt the same lingering in the back of your mind.
Was this situation love? Absolutely not. It was more than likely lust but considering the short time you had known each other that was a given, although maybe you could nudge that lust over into a nice like.
“Hey guys, this is Y/N and her friends.”
You finally looked up and saw Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung gathered around a black van, loading up the back with amps and their instruments.
“Isn’t she the girl you gave a ride to last time? Thought her name was Bonnie?”
Jungkook quickly said it was a joke as you nodded, slightly embarrassed at that memory and with Yeri’s noise of realization and horror you knew she felt the same.
“I knew I recognized you!” Jimin spoke with excitement as he pointed at you before turning back to the van to help continue the game of tetris in the form of amps. He stuck his head back out for another moment, “I kept trying to go on your side but Kookie here seemed to be a little territorial on that side of the stage.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes with a grin, mumbling out to ignore him and then stepping in to help his friends finish packing up. The back of the van was slammed shut and locked, Jimin rounding off to enter the driver’s side with Hoseok calling shotgun and Taehyung calling the only available seat in the back row because the rest were occupied with equipment.
Irene, Seulgi and Yeri stepped into the van’s middle row, Irene placing Seulgi on her lap and Yeri sliding in next to her, leaving you and Jungkook to squish into the last remaining seat. You shuffled in, feeling Jungkook step in after you and close the door but before you could sit down you felt his hands grip your waist and gently sit you down on his lap.
The heat rushed to your face at the position and the audience you had around you but you just laughed it off and shifted around so you sat sideways, facing your friends and letting Jungkook have a view of your profile.
“Sorry, it was either this or being squished beside my thunder thighs.” He whispered out to you with a laugh as he patted his muscular thighs.
“It’s fine, your thunder thighs make good cushions.”
He squinted his eyes at you with a grin, “Good to know.”
The engine started up and the conversations immediately followed, Jimin asking for brutal honesty from your group because deep down he thinks they need improvement. The chorus of no you guys are great from your friends filled the vehicle and a small tap on your shoulder from Jungkook drew your attention away from Jimin’s half convinced face in the rearview mirror.
“Hey how’s work been?” He asked quietly, a small grin spread onto his lips as he waited for your response.
There was always something nice about being asked questions you knew were genuine, and in this case you definitely knew it was genuine since you had been bitching and moaning to him about how much you hated your boss.
“I barely survived the week.”
“Yikes, what did she have you do?”
Oh man, where would you start? If this were a regular office job maybe it’d be easier to talk about but no, you were the head assistant and writer in training of the CEO of the biggest fashion magazine in South Korea and she just happened to sometimes be the devil reincarnated.
“She made me pick up her kid from daycare first off.”
“Why, did she forget?”
“No, in her exact words she said I don’t feel like seeing him today he gives me migraines.”
Jungkook laughed at that and so did Taehyung since he grasped the end of your sentence. In retrospect it was kind of funny but it also wasn’t in your job description to be a nanny.
“I can handle taking her coffee and picking up dry cleaning and phone calls and literally everything else but come on, she has three nannies.”
His palm gently patted your knee as he gave you a sympathetic smile, “Smile and breathe. Who knows maybe picking her kid up gave you brownie points and when she’s old and on her deathbed she’ll give you the company.”
You could only hope.
It was now three in the morning and somehow the majority of the people at this party were still kicking. The second everyone entered the house shots and halloween props were passed around in celebration of their friend Seokjin getting signed to a huge label to officially begin his career as a solo artist. He had gone around shouting fuck yeah no more playing on street corners throughout the whole night. He was probably somewhere in the house passed the fuck out.
Yoongi, a producer and close friend of theirs, and Hoseok were in the kitchen mixing up more drinks and discussing the band’s upcoming album and what ideas they had. Yeri and Irene were playing a match of beer pong against Seulgi and Jimin while Taehyung and a bunch of others you were unfamiliar with cheered them on. You were wandering around with a red cup full of water, the second you’d finish a beer you’d chug a cup of water because hangovers were the death of you.
“Hello miss soon to be CEO.”
A bottle was handed to you and you took it while grinning at Jungkook, his cheeks were flushed a cute red and his eyes and crooked devil horns made it clear he was a little past tipsy.
“Hi mister soon to be rockstar.”
He threw his head back as he chuckled, choosing to lean back against the wall that divided the kitchen from the living room. “Oh being a rockstar would be so crazy, imagine traveling all over the world. Are you gonna be there to make sure my outfits are fashion worthy?”
You gave him a once over, pretending to find his outfit unappealing and enjoying the look of shock that came across his face at your judgement. “I think you’re fine in the outfit department.”
Jungkook's eyes narrowed at you and his lips pursed slightly as he watched you take a swig of your drink, your water now forgotten and placed on the small coffee table full of bottles. “But what if I want you there with me?” His confession was quiet, so quiet it made you think you had imagined it, until he repeated it when you looked up at him and mumbled out a dumb huh?
“What if I want you there with me, y’know traveling the world and junk.” He seemed shyer now than before, his thumbs twiddling with the head of his bottle as he gave you a sideways glance.
“Well,” you took a step forward, choosing to stand beside him against the wall and nudge his shoulder, “I’ll be there as long as you want me there.”
Jungkook could feel himself grin at your statement, seeing you grinning right back as you tilted your head up to look at him.
“Can I ki–”
“Hey! You two look way too sober to be having a good time!” Jungkook’s head turned towards the direction of the voice seeing Jin who was miraculously not fucking passed out standing there while trying to juggle a few shots, fake blood dripping down his mouth accompanied by fangs and a cloak.
He was about to respond before your hand cupped his cheek and turned his face towards you, your lips wasting no time in slotting between his own. That caught him by surprise for a split second before he relaxed, his free hand coming around to weave through your hair. Before he was able to fully enjoy your surprising display of affection you were stepping back with a smile.
“Yeah you can kiss me.”
Day Eighty-nine
You had just finished slipping on your pair of tan booties when something caught your attention through your window. The bed squeaked underneath you as you stood up to peak outside, seeing Jungkook's car parked a couple of cars away from your complex.
“Fuck how long has he been waiting out there for?”
You huffed the hair out of your face as you reached for your phone, expecting to see a text from him saying he was here but you were greeted with nothing. That just made you smirk to yourself in the mirror as you fixed your hair.
You didn’t waste any more time grabbing your bag and leaving your unit, you had the element of surprise on your side so you wanted to use it before he texted you he was here.
Once you were out of your complex you slowly crept towards his car, standing a few feet away before you decided to sprint towards it, swinging open the thankfully unlocked door and throwing yourself into the seat much like he had when you first met.
“Drive just drive!” You shouted out as you reached for his shirt to clutch onto and weakly shake him.
The scream he let out during the whole thing made this all worth it. He didn’t catch a good enough look to realize it was you until he swatted your hands off and cursed.
“What the fuck!”
You covered your face as you laughed, resting back into the seat properly as you shut the door and buckled yourself up. “What’s wrong you big baby, c’mon let's go.”
He continued to stare at you, a deer caught in a headlight with his chest pounding and his lungs working in overdrive. “Who does that!”
“You.”
He stuttered over his words before giving up and rubbing his face with a groan that eased into a laugh. “I hate you.”
You reached over and gently patted his cheeks with a smile, “I hate you too. Now c’mon!”
Jungkook took a deep breath before grinning and starting the drive. After Seokjin’s party and the two of you kissing your relationship had become weird. Not in the sense of awkwardness, more like oh god we kissed what does that make us? What direction does this go in, friends, friends with benefits or a relationship dare you say.
After a week of it Jungkook decided to throw caution to the wind and ask you out on a proper date. He was very blunt about it, his exact words being I don’t know how I feel exactly but it makes me happy and I want to take you out to see where this goes. Please tell me you’re up for it.
You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to, hell your friends wouldn’t allow you to even think about telling him no. Jungkook was always as understanding as could be when it came to your work, he knew your career was your top priority, filling the time between then and now with never ending messages about what he had planned for it. It made you feel like you were in highschool, enamored by the cutest boy in class who only had eyes for you, slyly responding to his messages when you had the time underneath your desk at work.
When the clouds parted and you were given a day off, one hundred percent off, no worrying on if Mijoo would text you and demand you come in, you pounced on it, immediately asking Jungkook if his date needed more of a heads up than a day. The odds were in your favor, so now you were on your way to a cute little cafe beside Han River in Jungkook's thirsty car with the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
It had been a while since you’ve felt this giddy about someone, work had basically taken over your life so you had absolutely no time to even think about a relationship with anyone. Sure you went out with Yeri and the girls whenever you all had a moment to spare and sure you’ve had your fair share of one night stands because a girl has needs but this, this was definitely new.
You found yourself excited to get messages from Jungkook, regardless of what they were. His random bursts of messages that he sent when his mind was whirling around and he just had to tell you of how certain he was that life was just a simulation and follow it up with fifty messages providing sources and proof. The random goofy selfies he’d send you in the middle of his band practice and on his lunch in the back room of his “real life job” because sometimes your dream job doesn’t pay all the bills.
But, your favorite texts would be the ones he would send when he thought of you, maybe a random flower on his walk out, a random stuffed animal, the smell of coffee. There was always something sweet about being shown that you were missed and being thought of.
His messages were no longer one sided at all, you had sent him a good amount of I miss you texts and selfies and memes and he was just as sucked in as you were. He hadn’t told you yet but he had a folder saved on his phone full of the ugly selfies you’ve sent him and screenshots of his favorite messages. It was clear that the lust you had for him earlier has nudged way over into a nice little like.
“Wait what?”
You were now sat in the corner of the cafe, right underneath a vibrant neon sign that just begged to be taken pictures with and luckily Jungkook had done so for you. A half finished iced coffee sat in front of you and a cup of green slush that used to be his green tea frappe sat in front of him, a slice of cake was currently being picked at by both of you in the middle of the table.
“I’m so nervous!”
You had just finished telling Jungkook about the new opportunity presented to you at your job. The fact that your boss had put her trust in you and allowed you to do a full spread for the last winter issue set to drop in the beginning of February on whatever topic or subject you deemed appropriate was shocking. How did you go from fetching her clothes and drinks and dealing with her appointments to doing a full spread?
“Don’t get me wrong, I know I worked hard for this to happen but like...what’s the catch?” you paused and took a sip of the last remaining part of your drink, “I can do this, one hundred percent.”
“Of course you can, you’re like ready to emerge from your cocoon. You won’t be able to see it but your wings are gonna be sick as fuck.” He cut you off, sending you a genuine smile before cutting a piece of the cake and popping it in his mouth as if he hadn’t just said the sweetest words to you.
“Are you calling me a caterpillar?” You tease, smiling when he forces himself to swallow the cake in his mouth, an exasperated face adorning his features.
“No you doofus, I’m calling you a butterfly.” He rolls his eyes before focusing back on the cake, his fork stabbing at another piece, “My butterfly.” He grumbles so lowly you almost don’t hear it.
You smiled at him in thanks for believing in you, opening your mouth to tease him about the cute analogy but not having a chance too since he thought it would be great to shove some cake in your mouth too.
“Whatever you decide to focus it on, I know you’re gonna make it work. I believe in you Y/N, I hope you believe me now when I say the she-devil will leave you in charge when she’s done.”
Now that was harder to believe, almost laughable honestly but you appreciated his kind words of support. You couldn’t help the slight smile that crept up on your face as you thought of the way to phrase the following words.
You finished chewing the cake in your mouth and occupied yourself by swirling your straw around the ice left in your cup. Jungkook watched you intently, picking up the slight nerves you clearly had but decided to just observe. He could tell you had something you wanted to blurt out by the way you nibbled on your lips.
“I actually have an idea,” you started off, pursing your lips slightly as your raised your head back up to make direct eye contact with him, seeing his head tilted slightly and his eyes giving you a questioning look, “I was wondering how you—well all of you actually—would feel being the subject I cover for my spread?”
His jaw dropped slightly at that, his eyes bouncing around the cafe almost as if he was trying to bring himself back to reality by remembering his current location. “Are you serious?” He wasn’t sure if you knew what that would mean to him or his band. The magazine you worked for was not some small internet zine that a handful of people read, no, it was one of the most influential magazines sold in Korea. If you guys wrote that an ugly orange beret was the next big thing then dammit every ugly orange beret would be bought and worn the following day.
The amount of publicity their band would get could potentially boost up their career and that’s exactly why they were your first option. They deserved to be heard, to move on from playing small clubs to bigger venues. They deserved to be able to fully live out their dreams and if you focusing a full spread on them helped in the slightest then you would do so.
“Yes, I’m serious Jungkook.”
A laugh left his lips as he covered his face with his palms, shaking his head in disbelief. “Holy shit...why?”
“Because just how you believe in me, I believe in you.”
Day One Hundred & Twenty
“Is this okay?” Taehyung asked you as he adjusted the leopard printed blanket he currently had draped around his shoulders. Him and the rest of Bangtan were in a studio taking shots for the spread next month and to put it simply, they were fucking nervous. They weren’t models, they didn’t consider themselves fashion savvy, they were completely out of their comfort zone but you assured them that they had to do this in order for the spread to be accepted by your boss.
As much as you wanted to slap pictures of them on stage in all their glory, this was a lifestyle and fashion magazine so you were going to tie those two together with their music and fucking run with it.
“Yes, you look great Tae!” You shouted behind the photographer, stepping back a little to give him room to work. Your back bumped into something and you stopped and glanced behind you, smiling widely when you saw Jungkook grinning back down at you.
“You look so hot bossing people around.”
He was one to talk, he looked so hot just standing there doing absolutely nothing. His black hair was laying messily on his head, he had a bit of light red eyeshadow around his eyes to give the pictures more of a pop, his outfit of choice being a leather jacket and a white tee tucked into tight black skinny jeans and his classic black boots.
“You just look hot.”
His lips turned up into a smirk, his hands tucking themselves in the pocket of his jeans, “Oh yeah?”
You hummed in response, letting your eyes gaze up and down his body and he clearly wasn’t opposed to your attention since he took it upon himself to give you a small twirl, finishing it off with a laugh.
“This still doesn’t feel real Butterfly.” He admitted as he threw his arm around your shoulder and brought you closer to his side, the both of you watching Taehyung posing for the camera and trying not to laugh as Hoseok teased him from the sidelines.
“Why?”
Jungkook took a deep breath and paused for a moment, letting everything really hit him. “I don’t know. I mean, we’re a random fucking local band that plays shows in a hole in the wall bar yet we’re here being styled by some of the best people. Shit, I’ve never had my makeup done for me so I didn’t expect to like it this much, but I know the girl who did it is probably top notch and this photographer,” His finger pointed at him and you reached out and grasped it, deciding to just hold his hand so people wouldn’t think they were being talked about, “He obviously knows what he’s fucking doing!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at him and his excited little ramble, “It’s just crazy that in a few weeks we’re not just gonna be known by the fifty fans that come see our shows every now and then. I just…we don’t know how to repay you for putting your ass on the line for us.”
His gaze moved from Taehyung back down to you, choosing to give the top of your head a kiss. The gesture was sweet and made your heart swell while also making a slight blush rise on your cheeks so you wrapped both of your arms around him to bury your face in his chest so he wouldn’t see how easily affected you were.
“Okay Y/N, last two to shoot are Jungkook and Hoseok.” Ildo the talented photographer of the day called out to you. He had finished shooting Taehyung and was now moving to sit behind his monitor and review the shots he had just taken. You and Jungkook walked over to stand behind him and beside Taehyung who was looking at the monitor in awe at the shots just taken.
“Wow, I can just hear the panties dropping at these shots.”
Jungkook reached over and smacked his shoulder as they laughed loudly, the pair of them starting to bring up inside jokes that you knew nothing about. You scooted a bit closer to Ildo as you both flicked through the images. “These are gonna look super nice. We’re doing the group shot last right?”
“Thanks Ildo, you’re amazing and yeah we’ll save that one for the end.”
Jungkook was guided to the white backdrop, one of the hair stylists fidgeting with his hair for a moment before deeming him decent and retreating back to allow his shoot to begin. He had the same leopard blanket Taehyung had on draped over his shoulders for a few of the pictures. Whether or not they were models they were very handsome men that knew the sex appeal they carried with them, that was obviously thanks to the women that went to their shows and fawned over them, and you were extremely grateful for that because your boss would’ve thrown these in the garbage if they screamed amature.
Ildo easily instructed him on how to tilt his head and where to look for the shot to come out nicely and before you knew it you were halfway through Hoseok's shot. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were standing around goofing off while they waited for him to finish because the final group shot was next.
“I need to fix my instagram theme.” Jimin mumbled out, tapping filters he couldn’t decide between on a selfie of his.
“Why?”
He frowned at the photo, not sure if he liked it enough to post yet so he passed it over to Jungkook, “Because no one wants to follow you if your theme fucking sucks Taehyung.”
Taehyung looked completely confused, pulling his phone out to open up the instagram app. He tapped on his own page and scrolled down and back up, “I never realized?”
Jungkook handed the phone back to Jimin, “Yeah post it, it looks good. And Tae, that’s because your instagram is amazing without you even trying.”
Taehyung continued to scroll through his own photos, a small pout on his face as he craned his head over to see Jimin's instagram page from his phone.
“You have like a weird art hoe meets alternative vibe going on.” That caught your attention so you made a mental note to bring it up during your interview later.
“Thanks I think?”
All of you turned your head around to focus on Hoseok when you heard excessive clapping and excited screams coming from him, signaling the end of his shoot. You rubbed your palms together and grinned at the boys, “Alright, almost done guys. Just a few shots of you together and we can go get some food in our system before we figure out the interview.”
They all shot you a thumbs up before making their way back towards the lit up backdrop, all of them acting a lot more casual with being in front of the camera now that they were a group.
The shoot wrapped up fairly quickly after that, you shouting out thanks to the entire crew and the guys joining in as everyone gathered their things. Jimin had suggested you guys go to this new pizza spot near by, saying he invited the others to join in if that was fine.
You honestly didn’t mind it, as long as you were able to get a page written on them during this outing it didn’t matter who was there.
Jungkook fished his keys out of his pocket, jingling them in front of everyone before approaching his thirsty car. “Shotgun!” Taehyung yelled before bolting to the passenger side, not getting a chance to throw it open since Jungkook clicked the lock button.
“You wish.”
“That’s his wet dream’s seat Taehyung.”
They both started cackling when Jungkook sent them daggers for eyes. “Am I the wet dream?” You teased, giving him a smirk as you pressed your hand to your chest acting like you were flattered.
“Yes!” Shouted both Tae and Jimin, Jungkook only mumbling a timid yeah.
“Kinky. I’ll take it.”
Day One Hundred & Thirty-three
You were currently in your building’s conference room, your thoughts going a million miles a minute as you adjusted the giant blow ups of the mock spread you were in charge of.
The next months issue was dropping in a few days and considering your boss had been out of town for two weeks, if she didn’t approve of it she would scrap it, maybe fire you for pulling out amateur work and then go for the backup spread that one of your coworkers was told to provide just in case.
You tucked in your floral button up and adjusted the cuffed sleeves for the final time before taking a deep breath and plastering a smile on your face as everyone who was in charge of your job walked in, your boss being the last one.
“Good morning everyone!”
Everyone was shuffling into their seats but spoke a greeting in return, their attention automatically going to the huge posters behind you.
“Are you ready to impress me Y/N?” Your boss, Mijoo’s voice cut through the room, a smile on her face as she looked at you.
She may be extremely bossy, and strict, and sometimes bitchy but you couldn’t argue with the fact that she knew what she was doing and she put her trust in you so that had to count for something.
“Yes, of course!” You cleared your throat and stepped to your left, fully letting your spread show behind you.
“With winter approaching us it’s obvious to step away from fresh and inviting looks in fashion, everyone wants to bundle up and stay warm but something about the same old burgundy scarves and black trench coats is very–“
“Last year.” Mijoo cut in and you nodded in agreement with her, everyone else in the room nodding along.
“Exactly, I think we can switch it up by gravitating towards a more alternative look for winter.” You gestured towards the group photo of Bangtan on the first poster, they were clad in layers and boots.
“It would be a nice switch from the typical cutesy fashion worn for winter, it will give us an edge compared to other magazines. This style is meant for layering, it looks very messy but every article has purpose and it feels like every outfit has a story that comes with it.”
Mijoo stood from her seat and walked over, her gaze on the posters and not at you. She was intrigued, that much you could tell. She stood in front of what would be the first page, a compilation edited like polaroids of the four of them with their signatures under their respective picture, “It has an edge to it, and it’s very androgynous.”
You stepped aside as she continued to make her way through every photo, her eyes skimming the words you wrote with an approving look on her face, “Who are they?”
Her light brown eyes looked directly at you this time and you almost choked on your spit from trying to speak so fast, “A band, Bangtan. I know we never cover music artists but when I saw them perform live their sense of style combined with their sound is what really drew me in. I feel like this sense of fashion is heavily influenced by the artists who really birthed it so it just seemed right to have the focus of the spread be people who really live and breathe this.”
“Interesting.” Was all she said, taking a few steps back to see the spread in full with her hands crossed in front of her, “Were these the only pictures shot?”
“No, there’s still plenty of single and group shots that didn’t make the cut.” You were reaching for your phone to open up dropbox and show her but the sound of her own cell going off stopped you.
She reached into her pocket and fished it out, looking at the screen in annoyance before answering with a What? You looked away from her, giving your own work a look of pride because damn were you proud of this spread. Directing everything on your own and managing to put together a team that brought your vision to life really made you feel like you had found your niche.
“Well, pass a few photos you deem worthy of being cover material over to Sunmi and we’ll have it finalized and ready for production in a few days. If the general public is as intrigued by this as I am then you’ll be seeing more opportunities like this in the future. Good work Y/N.”
And with that she was walking out of the conference room, everyone else calling out a good job as well before packing up and leaving you standing there with your jaw basically on the floor. She not only loved your spread but she deemed it cover material, that was big for not only you but Bangtan as well and you couldn’t wait to let Jungkook know.
Your fingers were shaking so hard as you sat in your car with your phone in your hands, your contact list was lighting up the screen while you scrolled through it to find his name and when you finally did you pressed your finger down so hard on his name you were surprised your screen didn’t crack.
C’mon, c’mon…
“Y/N!” He shouted your name out in greeting, and you couldn’t help the giant smile that came across your face.
“Jungkook!”
“What’s up Butterfly?” You could hear the faint sounds of drums in the background, making it pretty clear he was currently practicing with the rest of the guys.
“Are you with the others?”
Shuffling was heard through the phone and from how clear his voice sounded you could tell he had his palm cupped over the microphone, “Why? Is this your way of initiating phone sex? Should I go somewhere alone?”
“Oh my god are you guys about to have phone sex?” Taehyung shouts out, having heard Jungkook’s hushed words from beside him. A deep laugh fills the air as he dodges a punch aimed at his stomach, running away towards Jimin with his bass hanging low on his shoulders.
Your face instantly went red as you let out a small scream followed by laughter, “No! And that’s not how I would initiate phone sex, c’mon romance isn’t dead-” Jungkook starts apologizing immediately, “I would obviously send some kind of nude before calling.” And the apology was over and now he was joining in on your laughter.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time, but to answer your question, yes I’m with the guys.”
“Cool, put me on speaker!”
Jungkook was confused by that but said okay regardless and did just that. His phone was held in his right hand as he waved them all closer together, Jimin and Taehyung had been fucking around with their instrument making a parody of a The 1975 song as Hoseok recorded them with a smile on his face.
“Hey!” He shouted out obnoxiously, a giant smile on his face as he watched his friends have fun. They all turned to him, Jimin falling to his knees as he played a random guitar solo with his head tilted back and a cheeky smile. “Y/N’s on the phone, she has something she needs to tell us.”
The last notes Jimin played echoed out in the room as they all quieted down, that honestly made them just a tad bit nervous and they were kind of assuming that you were going to inform them that their spread had been cut. Nonetheless they all gathered around the phone as Jungkook raised it up and told you they were ready for whatever news you had.
“Alright,” you began, trying not to let too much of the excitement seep out of your voice, “you know how I told you guys I was going to be in charge of a spread for next months issue?” They all hummed in agreement, Taehyung chewing on his fingernails while Hoseok continued to record with his phone.
“Well, about that. Uhm, how would you guys feel if maybe instead of that-” their hearts instantly dropped for a moment, “we make you guys the cover of next month’s issue too?”
All of them looked at each other in a state of shock, Jungkook screaming are you fucking serious into the phone while Jimin dropped to the floor with his hands over his head, Taehyung walking around the room with his hands in the same position and a smile on his face as Hoseok hopped around and recorded the whole thing.
Your laughed mixed into the sounds in their room over the phone, “Yes I’m serious! My boss loved the spread and told me to send our editor some more shots of you guys to make a cover for the issue. So get ready to see your faces plastered all over Korea on February 1st!”
Day One Hundred & Sixty
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Jungkook questioned as he stood in your doorway, a black leather jacket framing his body, a sliver of his dark red printed button up peeking out between the zipper.
You weren’t staring at him, you were just admiring him entirely, especially his new hair which he had decided to dye a bright red. “Because you’re fucking hot Jungkook.”
A bashful smile took over his face and he let his gaze fall to the floor before trying to play it off, “You’re one to talk, also, why do our outfits kind of match?”
You also had on a pair of black jeans, a thick belt around your waist and a dark printed button up tucked into them with a leather jacket in your arms. “Haven’t you heard? This group called Bangtan says this is totally in right now.”
Both of you were currently on your way to the nearest magazine stand to pick up as many copies of it as you could, a copy for both of you to frame as memorabilia, some copies for Jungkook's family, a few for them to toss out at an upcoming show they have, and some more for safe keeping.
Your eyes were a little dry due to the fact that you could barely sleep, tossing and turning the entire night with butterflies in your stomach at the thought of your first spread dropping today, but you were so full of excitement, mostly for Jungkook. The look in his eyes was one of achievement, this was something he and the guys only dreamed of and to have it happen was like a daydream he never wanted to end.
“So,” Jungkook started off, his hand reaching out and intertwining his fingers with yours, “heard any good feedback yet?”
Your thumb rubbed the back of his hand gently, “Yes actually! I got a couple of articles linked to me of other fashion outlets talking about you guys and mentioning our interview. So far everyone loves you guys.”
That just made his heart burst in his chest, he could only imagine what his mom was thinking as she sat in her cozy little house in Busan, maybe she had stumbled upon the magazine spread or an article on her own before Jungkook could surprise her but he was hoping that wasn’t the case, he wanted to have this moment with her.
“This is so...wild to me.” He spoke softly, his eyes downcast and a bashful smile on his face as you guys exit your building. “You know that feeling when things finally start to fall into place and you catch yourself thinking that this is it?”
You nodded at that, squeezing his hand in reassurance, “That’s what I feel like right now. Fuck, thats what all of us feel right now. We’ve been dreaming of this for years and the fact that you gave us this opportunity is beyond me.”
That warmed your chest up, you had only known Jungkook for a short amount of time but he had grown into someone special in your life. Every now and then you stumble into someone that makes everything click and he was that person. You wanted to make him happy, going out of your way to just make him smile and this opportunity did all that and more.
The rest of the walk was spent in silence, Jungkook getting slightly more nervous as you both approached the magazine stand and you felt like you wanted to barf already. You could see the stand in the distance, a small crowd gathered around it to buy the new magazines and you were praying you would hear some good feedback.
“Good morning.” You greeted the old man stood by the magazines, he greeted you with a smile while he checked out a group of teenage girls.
“Wait,” one of them whispered before looking down at the magazine, “that looks like him.”
Her friend looked down as well before looking back up at Jungkook, a small gasp leaving her mouth. “Excuse me!” They called out, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder and bringing him out of his own daze as he stared at his face on a magazine cover.
“Can you sign this!” Jungkook’s eyes bulged out, almost expecting them to say they were joking but when they stuck out their magazines with giddy expressions he realized they were being serious. You stood beside him with a smile, your phone coming out to take a sneaky picture of this moment because you were sure he would want this memory to be photographed.
Jungkook’s shaky hands took the sharpie the old man handed him and scribbled out the signature he had been practicing for years, bold strokes of his name on the glossy paper making a feeling of pride taking over when the girls thanked him excitedly and walked away.
That feeling of being on cloud nine lasted the entire time you guys trekked to the makeshift practice room the guys had in some random shop, a bunch of magazines being clutched in your hands and nearly spilling out when you guys entered the room.
“Holy shit!” Taehyung laughed out, your eyes drifted around the room until you spotted him and you burst out laughing because he was sat surrounded by his own pile of magazines.
“I guess we all had the same idea then huh?” Jimin spoke out, he was sitting criss crossed on the floor with the magazine opened up to their spread.
Apparently so, because all of you had a pile of magazines to share, to keep and just for the sake of having. This was meaningful memorabilia, something you all could hopefully look back at years from now, when you were all successful in your own way, and see the moment where it all seemed to take off.
“I honestly want to plaster a hundred copies on my bedroom wall as makeshift wallpaper.” Hoseok spoke as he flipped through the pages containing the interview, his eyes skimming the words typed on the paper, eyes squinting as he recalls the way you all had bantered throughout it.
“Oh my god, imagine when you bring a girl over and she sees hundreds of you staring back at her on the bed.” Taehyung snickered out as he took a photo of a magazine against the patterned rug he was on top of.
Jungkook giggled to himself before telling you he was going to facetime his mom and walking to a far corner of the room.
Jimin was sorting through a bag he had beside him, pulling out a flyer and handing it to you with a grin on his face. It was a red flyer, the words Hope World on the top with the date right beside it, June 26th.
“We’re headlining this festival with our friends. We actually had this planned before the whole magazine spread but tickets dropped today so this timing is perfect.”
Underneath the title was a group picture that hadn’t made the cut for the magazine spread, all of them looking absolutely amazing. Right beside them was a photo of Jin, the last time you had seen him he was drunk as fuck and not as put together but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was handsome. And right underneath him was a photo of Yoongi, someone you remember meeting at the halloween party, the name Agust D being right below him.
“We actually got a call a few minutes ago saying that tickets sales went through the roof and just sold out.”
You finally looked up from the flyer and met Jimin’s eyes, creased into half moons from excitement. “Holy shit, really?”
“Y/N, we weren’t expecting to get close to hitting capacity and today we get a call saying its completely sold out.” Taehyung interrupted, a giddy smile on his face.
“Obviously we aren’t Coachella over here expecting over half a million people but considering who we are we never thought it’d sell out.”
At that, Jungkook walked back over, dabbing his cheeks lightly as he slid his phone back into his pockets. “Sell out what?” He asked curiously, sliding his arm across your shoulder.
“Hope World Fest dude!” Hoseok shouted.
“Wait what?”
He slid his phone back out and called someone frantically, chewing on his bottom lip as he waiting for whoever it was to answer.
“Namjoon!” He shouted into the receiver making everyone flinch and the person on the other end chuckle, the sound filling up the small space through Jungkook’s speaker.
“Hey JK, what’s up man?”
“Don’t whats up me, did we really sell out Hope World Fest?”
Namjoon only laughed again, “Sure did. Sells went through the roof this morning.”
Jungkook could only stare at the floor, the shock rendering him speechless. His mind was currently going into overdrive. This was all happening too fast he felt like he was going to puke everything up.
His band mates felt the exact same, they’ve had this band since the last year of high school. They were used to playing house shows, the occasional club and bar but never a festival. The closest they had gotten to playing a show similar in size would be the one time they opened up for a band called The Rose but that had been a year or so back before they blew up.
When Namjoon first spoke of creating this festival a little over a year ago they never thought they’d be a headliner. Namjoon knew everyone, he had so many massive bands and solo artists and rappers on the bill for the festival but he always insisted on having them headline. And when the news that you’d be writing about them for your magazine came up he was sold on the idea.
Seeing everything come full circle like it was right now was too surreal.
“JK? Uh...can you guys confirm he still has a pulse?”
Jimin stood up and plucked the device from Jungkook’s hands, pressing it closer to his lips instead, “He’s breathing, might be in shock but he’ll be alright.”
“Okay good,” he laughed, “by the way, all the travel arrangements to Busan are set i’ll send you all the itinerary. Is Y/N there?”
“Yeah, I’m here!” You nervously spoke up.
“Oh, hey! I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to make it but there's an extra flight ticket with your name on it if you decide to go.”
You thanked him and let him say his goodbyes, Jimin handing you the phone with a smile before going back to what he was doing. You slid it into the front pocket on his jeans, giving his cheek a tiny poke to make him come back to reality. His nose crinkled up at the action, a smile spreading across his face as he cupped both your cheeks in return and planted an obnoxious kiss against your lips.
The both of you lingered in the practice room for another hour, talks of the show they played a few days back that you missed due to work, all of them taking turns to show you whatever footage fans had captured of the show, the boys going through their social media, having mini freak outs as they saw their followers increase before their eyes. There was just something about witnessing this moment in their life that filled you with happiness, the sparkle in all of their eyes as they watched views of their music videos increase every few minutes. It was absolutely priceless and made it so much harder to leave once you finally said your goodbyes, leaving the room with your hands clasped together and the biggest smiles on your face.
Your phone vibrates just as you reach Jungkook’s car once more, a small feeling of anxiety bubbles in the pit of your stomach when you pull the device out and see Mijoo’s name on your screen. It’s a short and simple message, Amazing spread, great feedback. Keep it up Y/N.
Jungkook sees you grinning to yourself, pressing the device to your chest lightly before locking it again and placing it on your lap. “Good news?”
You nod at that, “Yeah, my boss just sent me a good job text.”
“I’m telling you, she secretly loves you and her world would fall apart if you weren’t there to help her. This is just her moment of realization.” He’s giving you the cutest smile, and he’s about to keep going, already having a novel ready to gush about how amazing you are at your job but his phone sounds off next.
He hesitates to answer but you motion for him to accept the call so he does. He has to place the call on speaker since he’s started to drive already, “JK?” A voice fills the sound of the car.
“Yugyeom, whats up brother?”
A laugh sounds out from the speaker, “What do you mean whats up, your face is plastered all around Seoul from what I can see. Can’t walk more than 30 feet without seeing all of you on a magazine stand or on some girls phone screen.”
At that, you can’t control the smile that spreads across your face, looking to the side and seeing Jungkook once again had the giddiest expression on his face. “What can I say? There’s no escaping me.”
Yugyeom laughs again, “Honestly how did you guys manage to pull this off?”
Theres a beat of silence, Jungkook nibbling on his lip before his arm reaches over the center console and rests on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, “It’s all thanks to my girlfriend.” You can practically hear the intake of breath from the other line, no doubt Yugyeom was about to start firing questions out before Jungkook interjected, “Who can hear everything you’re saying because you’re on speaker.”
“Noted.” You laugh quietly to yourself, “well tell your girlfriend-”
“Y/N.” He interrupted again.
“Y/N, right, tell Y/N she’s currently winning the title of best girlfriend. Anyways, I gotta go. I’ll see you in Busan?”
Jungkook confirmed he would and ended the call, suddenly looking very nervous and you know why. Your hands comes down to grasp his thats still on your thigh, you slip your fingers underneath his palm and weave your fingers together, “So, I’m your girlfriend now huh?”
And now his face is warming up, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks in embarrassment. If he’s being honest, he’s been calling you his girlfriend to all of his friends for a few weeks now even though he hasn’t technically asked.
He lifts your clasped hands and brings them to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your hand before bringing them back down to rest on the center console, “Please?” He very cutely mumbles out.
“Jungkook, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
His body sags into the drivers seat in relief, his head falling back momentarily, “Thank god because I kinda told my mom you were my girlfriend already when I face timed her earlier.”
That just makes this warmth blossom in your chest and slowly spread throughout your whole body and you can only giggle to yourself as you give his hand another squeeze and enjoy the drive back to your place.
When you finally do get to your place Jungkook instantly orders take out before saying he’ll be back right back, choosing to go to the convenience store right outside your apartment complex because you both really need alcohol to properly celebrate this magazine spread.
Its still relatively early in the day, the sun only starting to set but you decide to get comfy. You switch into an oversized dark grey shirt and a pair of shorts that your shirt manages to cover and when Jungkook walks back in with bags of alcohol he acknowledges it, “Is this your way of tempting me?”
You look down at your exposed legs, lifting your shirt up slightly to show your shorts with a smile, “Are you telling me its this easy to tempt you?”
He grunts as he sets the bags down on your kitchen table, never taking his eyes off you, “When its you tempting me of course.”
“Mm,” you hum to yourself in thought, plopping onto the couch with a grin, slowly inching your shirt up to once again expose more of your legs, “so then should I throw away all the lingerie I have?”
You only laugh harder when his eyes bulge out, his hands already coming up to protest when your intercom system buzzes to inform you of your delivery downstairs. Jungkook tries to sputter out a sentence in defense but you just point at the intercom, “Can you let him in please?”
He groans and nods before buzzing the delivery man inside the building. He wants to pounce on you at this very moment, you’re just sitting there with your legs folded in front of you, looking comfortable and nonchalant but your thighs are teasing him and he just wants to bite and lick his way up them to your center.
It’s not until your front door buzzes that he’s snapped out of his wet dream of defiling you on your couch. Jungkook begrudgingly turns around and opens the door, you’re covered by the slab of wood so the delivery man is none the wiser to the fact that you’re now lifting your hips up to drag your shorts off of your body.
The sound of rustling has Jungkook turning around, his eyes widening up when you kick off the fabric, your shirt now pulled up to your stomach, showcasing the cute black panties you were currently wearing. When your fingers hook around them as well, Jungkook chokes and closes the door some more to further shield you.
You hold back the laugh you desperately want to let out when you hear him nervously talking to the man, hurrying up the transaction and shutting the door just as you finish sliding off the cotton material off of your legs.
With the door now shut, Jungkook fully turns to you now, your legs are resting innocently on your coffee table, your finger trailing up and down your thigh and over your stomach. The way your legs are placed he can’t see your exposed core but just knowing you’re bare from the waist down has his blood rushing to his cock and he groans.
The bags in his hands rustle as he rushes to set them on top of your table, giving you a glare because you’re not playing fair. How do you expect him to focus on this food now with you sitting on the couch, you’re the only meal he feels like devouring at the moment.
“You’re playing dirty.”
“Am I?” You question with a smile, eyes following him as he rounds the table to get closer to you. His eyes are boring into yours now, a small shake of his head is the only answer he gives you when he reaches the coffee table. Its the only piece of furniture separating you two so he has no qualms about gripping the edge of it and yanking it back completely.
A gasp leaves your lips when your feet thunk onto the floor, the wooden material being yanked away from you as Jungkook hauled it back with a grunt. Now that its no longer in the way he stands inches from you, looking down at your slouched frame, the material of your shirt had slid back down to cover you up and that just wouldn’t do.
You watch on silently when he drops to his knees in front of you, his lips curling up into a smirk when his fingers touch your skin, gently rubbing the skin above your knees and chuckling when your skin breaks out in goosebumps.
“What are you doing?” Your voice is barely a whisper, waiting to see what he would do next. The way he’s staring at you makes that obvious but you needed him to say something first.
His fingers reach the hem of your shirt, toying with the fabric, “I’m going to eat, if thats okay with you.”
He lifts his gaze from your skin back to your eyes, a smile gracing his face when you nod your head at him, “Yeah, perfectly okay.”
Thats all he needs, a squeal leaving you when his hands hook underneath your thighs and yank you down further until your butt reached the edge of the couch, your shirt bunching up around you and giving him a small peak of your center.
Your fingers instinctively grip your shirt, tugging the material higher up your body to give him a clear view. A teasing smirk is sent his way when he looks up at you, his eyes narrowing in accusation, “Like I said, you’re not playing fair.”
“Fair shmair, or should we actually eat our chicken before it gets cold?” Jungkook pouts at you even though he knows you’re just poking fun, a scoff leaving his lips when you bring your foot closer to nudge your toes against his chest with a giggle.
“I’m inches from your pussy, wanting to make you feel good, amazing even, and you wanna think about chicken?” He huffs playfully.
One of your hands leaves from its place holding your shirt, reaching forward to slip through his newly dyed red strands, twisting a chunk of it until it curls on his head.
Being the ever competitive person he is, he does you one better, his finger coming up to pinch the skin of your thigh like a child, a smile replacing the adorable pout on his lips when you yelp in shock, your hand moving to swat at his.
“Ow! Now who’s not playing fair?”
Adding insult to injury he has the audacity to snort, “Fair shmair, wanna make you feel good.”
A laugh spills out of you when he starts obnoxiously pressing sloppy kisses onto your thighs, the small huffs of his added laughter hitting your skin as he trails up towards your center, “Jungkook!” You chortle, squirming around from the ticklish feeling.
It’s not until the the sloppy kisses turn into gentle licks, then a soft suck as he reaches your clit that the tone of his name turns into a soft sigh instead.
“Oh, Jungkook.” It comes out playful, a low rasp in your voice as you sigh out and let your body sag into your cushions. He hums in content, his tongue swirling around your clit in a tantalizing manner. His eyes move up to stare at you and sees that your head is pushed back into the dark blue fabric of your couch, your eyes shut and a cheeky smile on your face due to his ministrations.
The chicken was definitely out of your mind now, a victory for Jungkook if he’d say so himself.
His hands haul your thighs higher onto his shoulders, his fingers urging you to tighten your hold on him, push your heels into his back, anything at all and you don’t disappoint.
Your thighs grip the sides of his head a little tighter as you groan out at the way his tongue slithers between your folds, the subtle roll of your hips being welcomed by him as he dragged the flat of his tongue up your slit, collecting the arousal that coated your lips.
One of his hands comes forward, his fingers spreading your folds apart as he spits onto your pussy, his saliva coating your folds as he rubs his spit around. A surprised moan fills the air when he sucks your clit back into his mouth, savoring the way you taste on his tongue. His hands grip your thighs tighter as he hums against you, his lips puckered around your skin as he sucks gently.
“Hmm, is this your way of trying to secure another cover spread?” You tease, your eyes opening up to stare at him while your heels push him closer to you with a giggle.
Jungkook pulls away with a wet smack, his lips glimmering as he grins at you, “That depends, is it working?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, bringing your hand back to his hair to twirl another strand. His eyes flutter shut when you give a soft tug, goosebumps flaring on his body at the sensation, “maybe.”
He lets himself bask in the feeling of you playing with his hair, ignoring the way you impatiently press your heels into the middle of his back. For someone who was trying to act like you weren’t affected, you were doing a pretty shit job at it.
“Jungkook.” You finally whine, the pleading tone in your voice making his lip curl up into a smirk, his eyes opening up and squinting at you.
“What?” He jokes, softly blowing cool air onto your exposed pussy and smiling like a child when it made a shiver run through your body. “Do you not wanna eat the chicken now then or?” He continues, eyes full of mischief thinking you’re about to start begging him.
But oh no, you weren’t a begger, if you wanted something you’d go out and grab it for yourself. So thats exactly what you do, loosening your legs from his shoulders and reaching forward to hook your hands underneath his armpits. Theres a split second of confusion that clouds his face when you recklessly haul him up from between your legs as if his muscle mass was something you could easily drag around.
Jungkook takes a brief moment to acknowledge how hot it was that you were manhandling him around, but only a moment because with the way you yank him up his hand clambers onto the back of the sofa as to no crush you when you force him nearly on top of you. The look on your face has a laugh threatening to escape him when he sees the clear frustration etched onto your features.
“Shut up about the chicken.” You growl, cupping his face and yanking it towards your own, your lips slotting together in a messy kiss. Jungkook wants to laugh, so badly, but the way your tongue slips into his mouth, softly wrapping around his own before pulling back and sucking on his lower lip, the laughter fizzles away.
“Baby,” he tries to mumble in between kisses, his free hand scoping underneath you to try to haul you up from the awkward position you’ve put the two of you in, “Y/N.” He tries again, being muffled by the way you squish his cheeks, his lips puckers out in a way that almost prevents him from kissing you back but that doesn’t stop you from planting them on him as if you’ll never be able to again.
“Butterfly,” he attempts a third time, the word being almost indecipherable but you hear that loud and clear, pulling half an inch away from his swollen lips with a hum of interest, your eyes half lidded and locked on his.
“Here, let me,” he scoops you up and properly arranges you on the couch, your head resting on the cushion by the arm rest while he slots on top of you.
That laugh of his finally bubbles out when you impatiently try to go back to kissing him, his nose scrunching up when your lips miss his mouth entirely, landing on his cheek messily, “You’d rather make out than have me eat your pussy?” He quips, letting his resolve crumble when he starts to kiss you back.
It’s a change of pace, gentle presses of his lips against yours, simmering down the urgency you feel inside until its a slow roll of the tides crashing in. He feels the way you smile against him, your left leg hooking over his hip and bringing him flush to you, “I’d rather fuck you.”
Oh.
Jungkook hums against your mouth, this wouldn’t be the first time you two were intimate, having been on the receiving end of pleasure a few times, during the movie nights you would have and he’d somehow find himself between your legs halfway through whatever motion picture you decided to put on. Jungkook was absolutely a giver, loving to see you falling apart at the hands of him. But this felt different, with you acting so desperate as if you weren’t trying to play hard to get minutes ago, with your lust filled eyes and kiss swollen lips.
It’s not lost on Jungkook, but he loves it too much to comment on it. Loves the way you rut your hips against his, the friction of his jeans on your exposed core making you groan against his mouth in an almost filthy way.
And god does he want to make you feel good, you’ve done so much for him, became such an important part of his life in the span of knowing each other. The infinite amount of selfless acts you’ve done for him is more than he thinks he could ever repay you for, but if you wanted to fuck him then that was a good enough place to start.
“Are you sure?” he manages to ask in between your assault of kisses, the teasing tone to his voice is gone now so you pull back from him, letting him properly catch his breath as he stares down at you.
His wide eyes bore into yours, searching for any sense of hesitation but he finds none. A nod of your head confirms that, your fingers softly caressing the skin of his cheeks as you grin, “Yeah I’m sure, I want you Jungkook.”
Jungkook smiles at that, eyes crinkling up in the most endearing way, “You have me Butterfly.” The sweet nickname he had given you months ago makes you smile right back at him, a silent conversation passing between the two of you as you stare at each other inches apart.
You had him, he was yours, and you knew he meant it.
It becomes a flurry of clothes right after, Jungkook stripping out of the layers he has on with your help, his jacket being tossed behind your couch while you nearly popped the buttons off of his top in your haste to take it off, the red material joining the heap of growing garments on the floor.
“Fuck,” You sigh dreamily when he yanks his pants down, his broad thighs coming out into the world and its almost insulting that he has them caged inside denim all day. A phrase you had told Jungkook months ago pops back into your mind, you mentioned his thighs made great cushions, “wanna ride them.”
That makes Jungkook pause, one leg free from its confines while the other ankle was trapped at the end, the damn skinny jeans being a battle to take off. “What?”
“Your thighs, wanna ride them. Make myself cum on them.”
Jungkook doesn’t know if he hit his head and was currently dreaming because that has to be the absolute hottest words he has ever heard come out of your mouth. The image of you rutting against his thighs, desperate to get yourself off, maybe wearing one of his baggy band shirts as you did so made his aching cock twitch in his briefs.
A short giggle leaves you when you notice it, “You liked that huh?”
He glares at you as he yanks his pants off his trapped ankle, balling them up and tossing the jeans down like a basketball, now standing in just his black briefs, his cock tenting the fabric of it.
“Y/N,” he whines with a pout as he steps closer to you once more, “you can’t say that shit to me.”
Another laugh bubbles out, your hands hooking under the hem of your shirt and sliding the loose material off of your body. Its discarded behind you without a care, your tits out on full display as you stretch across your couch teasingly, “Why?”
He groans at the way you’re sprawled out, arms lifted above your head casually with your back slightly arched to allow you to rest your head on the arm rest. Jungkook thought if the phrase paint me like one of your french girls held any real meaning to him it would come to play in this very moment. He wanted to capture this image and hang it on his living room wall, a tangible memory of just how delectable you looked.
“Because, now all I’m thinking about is how hot that would be.”
You make grabby hands at him after he slides out of his underwear, as if you’ve tied an invisible rope to his body and guided him to you, Jungkook makes his way closer. His cock is fully free now, bobbing slightly when he reaches the couch, but he doesn't go further than that. Instead his hands scoop under you, hauling you up much like you had done to him earlier, your knees folded over one arm while the other cradled your upper back.
“Jungkook!” You shout in surprise, your hand cupping his chest in an attempt to stabilize yourself from the sudden action.
“I’m not fucking you for the first time on your couch–“
“But it's made of velvet.” You joke, laughing when he rolls his eyes at you with a smile.
“Even more of a reason not to, good luck cleaning up whatever ungodly fluids get on it.”
He carries you across the living room, his foot nudging open your bedroom door, the eclectic style of your living room flowing into this space as well and Jungkook smiles to himself at how prominent your personality lies within your home.
“How dirty.” You jest, laughing when he drops you onto your bed, your hands propping yourself up to stare at him as he kneels onto the bed after you.
Jungkook smirks at you as he crawls towards you, a soft laugh filling the air when he sees you slowly inch back from him, “You think thats dirty?” His eyebrows cock up as he inches closer, enjoying the way you bite your lower lip as you take him in, “Just wait until I’m done with you Butterfly.”
The way Jungkook says that, with his eyes glazing over with lust, the tip of his tongue running along the bottom of his teeth as he prowls forward, sounds promising. You knew Jungkook had a way with his mouth but he seemed extra determined today to make you feel good, maybe it was the overwhelming joy he felt about the cover spread but you didn’t mind it.
“Mm, show me.” One hand comes up towards his shoulders, his proximity allowing your fingertips to trail along his skin down onto his chest, tracing the simple script he has marked on it.
“You actually gonna let me this time?”
You purse your lips, slowly leaning back until you’re once again flat on the bed, Jungkook hovering over you with his hands sinking into the mattress on either side of you.
“Yeah, i’ll let you.”
His head tilts slightly at your words, a curious smile gracing his lips in an almost taunting way. Jungkook clearly had something up his sleeve and when he decides to flop onto his side next to you, with his head near your headboard and that same smile spreading further across his face, it spells it out for you.
“Come here then.” He motions with his hands, slight rolls of his fingers in a come hither action leading you to his face and you have never wanted anything more.
You crawl over to him, swing your left leg over his body until your core is hovering above his face, your position allowing you to see the way his hard cock rests against his stomach.
Jungkook’s fingers trail up your thighs until they reach the juncture of where they meet your hips, softly digging into your flesh as he eases you down towards his awaiting mouth.
The small sighs of his breath hit your skin, a feeling of exhilaration spreading throughout you at being in this position with him. His thumb softly caresses your skin as he pulls you even closer, his nose nudging against your folds slightly. A soft whimper is let out when his tongue trails up your slit, short and gentle licks swirling around your clit to get you started.
When his tongue parts your folds, softly sinking into your entrance, you hunch forward, your arms seeking purchase on his hips to hold you steady. The noisy ways he slurps at your cunt, licking up any ounce of wetness coating your folds and dripping out of you has you moaning out, your jaw dropping slightly as he tugs you further onto his face.
Jungkook is lost in you, surrounded by your scent and the way you taste on his tongue, the soft moans of his name filling his ears and lulling him into a trance as he pleasure you, he doesn’t register the way you lean forward. Your sights were set on his cock, a small puddle of precum pooling around his tip, a soft shade of pink with the prettiest veins surrounding it. It was just beginning to find its place in your mouth.
The weight of it feels heavy in your hand as you wrap your fingers around it, the slight throbbing you feel being a clear indicator of just how much he enjoyed pleasing you.
He groans against your cunt when you give him an experimental pump, your fingers wrapping around the base of his length, a slight twist in your wrist as you come up towards his tip. The leaking beads of precum coat your palm, leaving a sticky trail in its path as you repeat the motion once more, the slight huffs of breath are felt against you as Jungkook tries to focus on you and you only.
Its not until he feels the softness of your lips against his tip that he finally pulls away from your dripping core, “Butterfly what are you doing?” He rasps out, his fingers digging into your flesh harder when you pop the tip of his aching cock into your mouth, soft kitten like licks on his mushroom head that has his stomach caving in.
“Making you feel good too.” Is all you mumble out before taking him all the way in. He feels like the wind gets knocked out of him when you sink fully down in one go, the tip of his length nudging against the back of your throat with no signs of resistance from you and Jungkook groans.
His head is thrown back against your pillows at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his entire cock, the wet noises following suit only making his toes curl. You suckle his length when you slide back up, hollowing your cheeks to suck for a moment before sinking back down with a wet slurp.
“Fuck.” He groans out, lifting his head back up to once again meet your center.
His lips wrap around your messy clit, giving a harsh suck as one of his hands trails off your thigh and towards your center. His fingers circle your entrance, coated in a film of your arousal before he sinks a digit in, feeling your walls tighten around it as he starts to thrust into you, intent on stretching you open for his cock. You were absolutely soaked, his mouth covered in your wetness and he wanted to drown in you, with your thighs caging him in as you quivered on top of him.
A small hiss leaves your mouth when he sinks a second finger in, scissoring them apart before fucking them into you with more purpose, distracting you enough to pop off of his cock, leaving your fingers wrapped around it loosely as you hunch forward. Your oncoming release creeps up on you, making every nerve in your body tingle as you feel it building up.
“Jungkook, fuck-” You whine out, a subtle roll of your hips starting up that he welcomes whole heartedly, “I’m cumming, shit-” his fingers urge you to roll onto his tongue faster as he uses his other hand to continue fucking into you. A final roll of his tongue against your bundle of nerves is what sends you over the edge, a sob of his name filling the air as you cum.
Your knees give out on you, dropping you further onto his face but he has no complaints, moaning in content and continuing to slurp against your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit as you come down, your skin prickling with pleasure as the sparks spread out on your body.
Jungkook slips his fingers out of you slowly, letting you catch your breath for a brief moment as your hearing returns and the room comes back into focus, the small spots in your vision clearing up as you float back down.
When you move to properly sit up as to not suffocate him thats when his vice like grip returns, both hands digging into your hips harder than before and forcing you back onto his face with a short laugh that showed he was up to no good.
“Nngh, Kook,” you groan when he reattaches his lips around your clit, strong pulsating sucks flaring up the tight coil in your stomach once more. The after effects of your orgasm being too fresh in your system, the tingles spreading out throughout your body as he continued the torturous rhythm he had going, hurdling you to another release embarrassingly fast.
“Shit, so good.” You mewl and his eyes shut, there was nothing Jungkook would love more than to hear you pant and moan about how good he made you feel for the rest of his life.
He feels your thighs tense above him as your second orgasm rushes over you in a more calming feeling than the first. Your bones feel like jello now, a warmth flowing across your limbs as you moan his name out like a mantra.
Jungkook finally pulls back with a sigh, his lower face covered in a sheen of your cum that his tongue comes out to lick up. “Fucking delicious.” He groans out, releasing your thighs and giving your ass a gentle slap.
You let yourself flop off of him, your knees nearly knocking into his head but all he can do is laugh at the fucked out look on your face as you try to catch your breath again on the bed, your limbs twisted about in a careless manner.
He sits himself up, his cock once again resting against his stomach and making the small puddle of precum near his belly button drip down. His fingers trace up your quivering thighs, enjoying the subtle twitching he had caused with a smirk on his face.
“You still wanna fuck me baby?”
Your eyes flutter open, not even realizing when you had shut them in the first place, but when you focus back in Jungkook is hovering above you with a sweet smile on his face as if he hadn’t let you get a taste of the good life just now.
“After that? Of course I do.”
Your legs fall open as you say that, leaving your messy folds on display for him, covered in his spit and your cum. “You see how messy you are already, is my Butterfly that excited for my cock?”
A whimper leaves your mouth when he gently slaps his cock over your pussy, the head of it nudging against your sensitive clit when he starts to rut against you. His thick length spreads your folds apart, your arousal coating his aching cock every time he thrusts forward.
“Jungkook.” You cry, utterly desperate as your hips roll up into his to match his motions.
“I got you baby,” he grunts out, forcing himself to pull away from you. His eyes start to roam your room, looking at either night stand on the sides of your bed and you grin when you realize what he’s searching for.
“Left side.” You point towards the top drawer and he smiles, reaching out to pull the drawer open and slip out the squared packet he was in search of. He tears it open with his teeth, discarding the foil aside as he slips the condom on, a small groan escaping him as he squeezes his length on the way down.
“Fuck, gonna make you feel so good.” He sighs as he nudges his cock head against your entrance, a teasing motion as he grasps his length in his hand, circling around it.
“Please Jungkook.” You plead, your thighs spreading further apart as he shushes you gently, easing his cock into you inch by inch. The girth of him is spearing you open, your pussy spreading apart as he drives his cock forward until he bottoms out in one go, the both of you gasping out when he sinks in to the hilt.
His hips are flush against you, his palms placed on your inner thighs to keep you spread open for him, his eyes shut softly when your sensitive walls flutter around his length. Jungkook had found his new favorite view point, looking down at you, seeing his thick cock splitting you open as you lay beneath him with your fingers clutching your sheets, your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as you pleaded for him to start fucking you.
He smirks above you, replacing his hands to rest by your sides on the mattress as he rolls his hips back, beginning a rough pace as he pounds into you, every thrust of his hips making a cry bubble out of you as his cock curved just right inside of your pussy.
“God,” you gasped out, throwing your head back as he hit your g-spot just right, your cunt spasming around him every time he thrust back in, “so good.”
He moans in response as he leans forward his mouth enveloping one of your nipples as he does so, swirling his tongue around your bud as he fucks you like his life depended on it. Your hands tangle in his hair once more, freely yanking and tugging on it just the way he liked it, the slight sting in his scalp surging his hips forward with more force.
Jungkook releases your nipple with a slight pop, your pebbled bud covered in a coat of his spit as he looks up at you, seeing your face screwed up in pleasure. He can feel the way your walls pulsate around his cock, your thighs quivering as your third orgasm approaches.
“Fuck baby,” he groans out, his head leveling out with yours as he rocks into you, your hands wrapping around his torso to help you ground yourself as your body gets jostled up with every thrust of his hips.
“You close?” He whispers into your ear, one of his hands coming up towards his mouth, his tongue licking a broad stripe onto his palm before he snakes it down your torso, connecting his fingers with your sensitive clit.
A choked gasp leaves your mouth when he starts to rub tight circles on it, your cunt tightening even more around his length as he does so.
“Shit, y-yes–“ you practically sob, your nails digging into his back, hearing him hiss at the slight pain. “Jungkook,” you plead out, your eyes locking onto his, your brows furrowed together as your mouth dropped open.
“What do you want love?” He wonders, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips before pulling back, not stopping the intoxicating roll of his hips. A small shudder flows through him as he feels his own orgasm make its presence known, the way your walls are sucking him in making it harder for him to focus on anything else.
“Can you–“ you get cut off with a moan, your thighs lifting up to hook your legs around his waist, desperately trying to tug him closer to you, “spit in my mouth, please.”
Jungkook groans at your request, his thrusts stuttering slightly as he nods vigorously, “Fuck, anything you want Butterfly.”
You think you could actually cry with the way his cock fucks into you, your toes curling in pleasure, more so when you drop your mouth open further for him. His eyes are hazy with lust as he stares down at you, mouth open and waiting for him to fill up and he swears he can cum just from this visual.
Jungkook’s lips pucker up as he collects spit from the back of his throat, letting it pool behind his lips before he opens up and lets the drool pass onto your mouth, the glob of his spit sitting on your tongue for a moment before you pull your tongue back into your mouth and swallow. Your eyes roll back into your mouth with a moan before sticking it back out for more, “So hot,” he groans out as he repeats his actions again, his fingers not letting up as they stroke your clit.
Your breath hitches in your throat as he starts to fuck deeper into you, his cock brushing against the sensitive spot inside of you that has you keening, “Fuck r-right there, nngh please Kook.” You whine out and hes not going to deny you, maintaining the angle that has you delirious on your bed, your body quivering underneath his as your orgasm finally crashes down over you, setting your body ablaze as he fucks you through it.
His fingers pull away from your overly sensitive clit, hearing the small gasps and whimpers leaving your lips as the pleasure lights you up. Your eyes fall shut once more, bright spots flashing behind your lids as your pussy spasms around him, a small gasp of your name leaving his lips as you milk the orgasm out of him.
Jungkook’s hips lose their rhythm, his mind heady with pleasure as he starts fucking into you desperately. His hips smack into the back of your thighs, forcing himself deeper into you as he cums hard, emptying himself into the condom inside of you with a deep groan of your name, soft pants following suit as the pleasure fizzles out within him, lulling him into a calm sense of clarity as he looks down at you.
You’re yanked back to the present when he starts to plant kisses on your face, gently bringing you back as he shallowly thrusts into you until fully satisfied.
“You okay?” He questions softly, pressing a kiss to your nose before moving onto your cheeks and then your mouth.
“Mm, yeah.” You mewl, letting your legs unhook from his waist as he pulls out of you slowly, the feeling of being empty making a pout form on your lips. Jungkook snickers when he sees it, pressing a hard kiss against it as he laughs and sits himself up.
As he’s sat on his haunches his eyes are glued to your swollen cunt, covered in your orgasm and the lube of the condom, your quivering thighs coming together to cover the view from him with a short giggle.
“Oh are you shy now? All of a sudden.” He teases, his hand playfully swatting at your thighs before he stands up and slides his condom off, tying off the end and tossing it into the small bin by your night stand.
“No,” you laugh as you prop yourself up, “but with that face you were making I had to hide the goods before you got any other ideas.”
He joins you in your laughter, his hands reaching forward to yank you towards him, your face pressed against his chest as he stood at the edge of your bed. His arms are wrapped around you, the rumble of his laughter being felt from your proximity.
“Hey,” you start out softly, pulling your face away from him, a sly smile spreading out that he eyes inquisitively, “can we go eat that chicken now?”
He scowls at you immediately, his facade being cracked as his lips curl up into a smile, a devious glint in his eyes that you spot instantly. A squeal leaves your lips when you feel his fingers dig into your back, swatting him away from you as you get off the bed with a laugh.
Jungkook stomps behind you as you exit the bedroom on your shaky legs, entering the living room and bending forward to scoop up your previously discarded shirt from the floor and putting it back on to cover the goods you knew Jungkook would be after.
You hear his footsteps behind you as you approach the kitchen, your hands busying themselves as you untie the plastic bag holding the food you two had ordered, pretending to not give him any attention as he walked your way, still fully naked in all of his glory.
He shakes his head slightly when you pull out a piece of chicken and take a bite, your eyes squinting up at him as you smile around it, “You’re never gonna play fair huh?” He questions as he stands beside you, plucking out the chicken from your hand and taking a bite of his own.
“Fair shmair–“ you yelp out when his palm reaches out and smacks your bare ass, the slap sounding out in your otherwise quiet apartment.
“Remind me to make sure we get our own room in Busan.” He smirks as he continues munching on the chicken, fighting the urge to laugh at the face you give him, acting as if you weren’t already having the same thoughts he was.
“Yeah, what do you think we’re gonna have a fuck fest?” You joke, as you sort through the alcohol bag he also brought, pulling out a can of beer and cracking it open.
He extends the half eaten chicken towards your lips, offering you another bite which you take. “Oh I know we’re gonna have a fuck fest. Are you joking, good luck trying to escape my glorious dick after tonight.”
You nearly choke on your drink as you laugh, your own hand reaching out to deliver a swift smack onto his own bare ass, his skin smarting as he yelps with a chuckle, his palm soothing the burn on his cheek.
“Pervert,” you cackle, grabbing another piece of chicken as you saunter away from him, “but text Namjoon now please.”
His jaw drops when you wiggle your hips at him, another laugh leaving your lips when you see him take off after you, the both of you bounding back into your room for a round two. Busan was definitely going to be a fuck fest if Jungkook had anything to do with it.
#goldenclosetnet#btsghostie#btswritingcafe#yoonkooknetwork#jungkook smut#bts smut#jungkook angst#jungkook#jeon jungkook#new
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Asking the tcm2 cast their pronouns 😩
This is all for fun please don’t take most of this seriously plsplspls ok thanks mwah also these are hcs don’t kill me plsplsplspls
TW- none really but Drayton and Lefty being slightly transphobia/homophobic with out them realizing it.
Again these are all my personal headcannons okay love you mwah mwah mwah
Bubba Sawyer
“What are your pronouns”
*confused squealing*
As a victim:
You’ll have to explain what this is to him and it takes him a while to grasp the concept but all around you figure that he doesn’t care! Any pronouns are fine :) then you get chainsawed and eaten :)!!
As a friend/significant other:
Once again you’ll have to explain them to him but he pretty much says the same thing but this time you DONT get chainsawed and eaten :)!!! Bubba is very happy that you asked. Switching to she/her she/they pronouns when she busts out the pretty woman mask and she will get very happy :)
Chop Top Sawyer 😩😩
“What are your pronouns?”
As a victim:
“NONE, DONT R-R-REFER TO ME BITCH RARARA”
BOOM hammer to the head! Can’t change my mind that this is what he’ll say right before he bashes ur brains in with various large objects.
Or he would say Nor/mal as a joke then snarl at you
As a friend/significant other:
“What oh yea uhhh he/him they/them it/it’s”
He goes back to whatever he’s doing after you ask obviously not caring. But it caught him off guard yknow because no ones ever asked him that before… ‘am I supposed to ask you the same thing? Why did you care so muc- OH SHIT I HAVENT LISTENED TO THIS IN FOREVER.’ Yea he’s over it now, he forgot you asked.
Nubbins Sawyer
“So whatre your pronouns?”
As a Victim:
You ask him and he’ll just stare at you for a few seconds, he looks as if Dancing Queen is playing in repeat in his head and nothing else. After a few long seconds he sputters out incoherent nonsense about not caring what you have to say, Nubbins never answers your question.
As a friend/ Significant Other:
One again he just stares at you for a few second the rustle gears in his empty head turn while he try’s to process your question,
“OH HAH uhhhhhh he/him??? The male ones :D” he replies to you before going back to doing whatever the hell he was doing with that knife.. oh poor Nubbins he has no idea… but he’s trying his hardest I promise.
Drayton Sawyer
“What are your pronouns?”
As both a victim and a friend because I feel like he would answer the same either way.
“What? Uhm the male ones? I’m a guy obviously.”
He rolls his eyes and walks off not even bothering to listen to anything else you have to say. I don’t think Drayton is necessarily homophobic/transphobic but he is very much stuck in his old man way of thinking and is to stubborn to learn anything. But he would definitely respect your preferred pronouns and ur sexuality even if he makes jokes about it,,,
Lieutenant 'Lefty' Enright
“What are ur pronouns?”
As a friend/significant other
“Uhmm? Male ones I guess? I don’t know? Why?”
Just like Drayton Lefty is an older guy who lives in Texas.. he just doesn’t understand the question. At first he kind of offended you ask but he understands after you explain and then he gives you an actual answer.
“Uhm he/him/his? I guess?”
Lefty most definitely used to be Homophobic/transphobic before he met Stretch mostly due to how he was raised but now he definitely is not. Of course he needs some things explained to him and you and Stretch are always there to help! Just be slow with him he’s trying..
Vanita 'Stretch' Brock
“Can I ask your pronouns?”
As a friend/Significant Other
“Oh darlin’! Of course you can mine are she/her! What are yours?”
Oh my sweet Stretch she’s loves that you asked her and of course she’s gonna ask you! She has no judgment on your pronouns or anything about you so when you tell her she follows them as best as she can! She will even correct herself is need be. Someone fucks with you and is homophobic/transphobic towards you? She’ll fuck em up! You can count on stretch to be a safe person to go to.
L.G. McPeters
“Hey L.G. what are your pronouns?”
As a friend/Significant Other
Oh boy is L.G. excited, Stretch asked him this a while back and he needed a bit of help and she explained it to him. He’s excited that he can answer this without saying the wrong thing or you taking the wrong way. He looks at you proudly.
“He/Him They/Them!” He say wrapping an arm around you laughing, L.G is very proud of themself. You smile knowing that he’s happy. After you ask Them,They’ll ask you the same and L.G. is surprisingly very good at following pronouns they never mess up and switches to your new pronouns(if they were different from what you originally said) almost immediately.
#slasher community#tcm2#texas chainsaw massacre#chop top sawyer#slasher fucker#bubba sawyer#leatherface#nubbins sawyer#drayton sawyer#vanita stretch brock#stretch tcm#l.g. mcpeters#LG tcm2#Lieutenant 'Lefty' Enright#lefty tcm2
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they find out you play the drums
prompt: “you invite them out to a new bar that recently opened, stating the band there was really good, but the last thing they expected was seeing you on stage.”
includes: tobio kageyama, kozume kenma, tetsuro kuroo
warnings: none except occasional swearing!
a/n: AYE my first headcannons :D i came up with this idea listening to paramore lmao i just need to get it out of my system, enjoy!
tobio kageyama
when you came up to him and begged him to visit the new bar, he didn’t even think about denying you
simply because 1. your face was too cute and 2. you havenT BEEN SPENDING ENOUGH TIME WITH HIM; HE MISSES YOU >:(
so you two went together the following friday
you were vibrating in excitement already,, it was so hard not telling him but you wanted to see his raw reaction
you two made yourselves comfortable, ordering drinks before you excused yourself
“I have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back, kags” you said, pecking his nose, which obviously made him scoff but he nodded
when the band was announced, you were still not back and he was kind of upset but also kind of worried because??
did you ditch him??
did someone kidnap you??
but he didn’t have enough time to ponder over it because the music soon started
and there you were.
sat behind the drums.
his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets at the sight. you looked so fucking badass.
he didn’t pay attention to the bassist or singer
his eyes were trained on you the entire time, every hit against the drums resonating through his ears
as if that wasn’t hot enough, you should’ve seen his face when you took over, playing louder than the singer and bassist, all of the attention now on you
he couldn’t help but scoff at the amount of men eye-fucking you
after the little concert was over he immediately walked over to you
“how could you hide that masterpiece from me?!”
kozume kenma
now for this baby, it was a bit harder to get him out of the confinement that was his four walls
after literal WEEKS of persuading him, you still couldn’t convince him LMAO
you made kuroo drag him to the bar.
so there he sat, waiting to be finally able to go home to get to his precious handheld console again
kenma does NOT like loud sounds or places with many people overall, so it only added to his horror as soon as your band was announced
as soon as the lights went off and the stage lighting turned on, he looked in that direction
you were sat in the middle, behind some drums, dressed in all black attire
his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, kuroo having to push his mouth back shut
he watched you perform in awe
he found himself actually enjoying it, especially when it was your turn to steal the spotlight with your skills
after the performance he patiently waited for you to approach him, finally doing so after signing a few autographs
“if you told me, i would’ve agreed to come earlier..”
tetsuro kuroo
kuroo was actually the one to ask you to go to the new bar
the universe was working in your favour lmao
almost as soon as you arrived at the bar you excuse yourself, leaving a confused boyfriend behind
confused boyfriend! turned into hypeman! boyfriend as soon as he saw you on the stage
“THAT’S MY PARTNER RIGHT THERE!”
“don’t look at them like that, they’re mine!”
“MY BABY IS SO TALENTED!”
well he definitely wasn’t embarassed to show you off
seeing you up there, dancing along to the music as you played looking so, so cool, just made his heart swell and his cheers got louder
at some point he got the whole bar to cheer for you too
he couldn’t help it!! you just looked so happy when you heard the cheers!
you bet your ass he will come to every single performance from now on
after you were done he calmly escorted you away from the piles of people wanting you to sign something for them
“didn’t know you had it in you, baby!”
he kissed you to show everyone who you belonged to
a/n: i feel like ive let ya down with this one, oh well! plsplspls send requests!! i need to get around to making a navi/about me these days.
#haikyuu#hq#kageyama#tobio#tobio kageyama#kageyama x reader#fluff#kozume#kenma#kozume kenma#kenma x reader#kozume x reader#haikyuu x reader#kuroo#tetsuro#kuroo tetsuro#kuroo x reader#kageyama fluff#kenma fluff#kuroo fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcannons#headcannons#drums
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IMAGINE people thinking they know a cc's boundaries and feelings better than their own best friend. truly, imagine that. it's so so frustrating to see all these people criticising george and dream for the dynamics of their friendship. like it's just not your business?? if it really rubs you the wrong way then unfollow and/or block, but you really don't need to make a whole ass post about your opinion on something that has NOTHING to do with you. plsplspls people stop inserting yourselves into cc's friendships and personal lives i beg of you it's so weird.
unrelated but sort of related and also something i would like your opinion on: what do you think of stans trying to force other people into not liking certain cc's? for example, i see a lot of stans on twitter unfollowing moots / telling other people to unfollow moots because they support creators such as minx and techno etc. i don't understand why people can't just block and unfollow people they dont like and leave it at that? like why do you feel the need to convince other people to do the same or publicly shame them if they dont? idk it's just weird to me, it feels so controlling. the only time i can see that being justified is if a cc was being openly bigoted, but i genuinely don't think that's the case for a lot of the cc's twitter are trying to deplatform
it is indeed very very frustrating. it just isn't fair to assume things like that. by all means call george lazy if you want. but calling him a bad friend, or someone who uses his friends, who gives nothing back? that's just disrespectful. if you said that to dream or bad or sapnap or anyone, i have no doubt in my mind they would kindly ask you to shut up. if you think you're being a good dream stan by shitting on one of his best friends, you can think again.
again answer for a little long so putting it under here :)
as for the other thing, i think that's extremely unfair. that scary mob mentality, that alienation. it's so negative and upsetting. i have seen this happen SO many times, where people just reply '@ mutual @ mutual you're following this person' and i do not understand how they think that's okay. they are turning twitter into a school playground filled with bullies who publicly shame you. that's why i hardly ever go on there, and the only people i follow are content creators, and a few artists and few people i followed from tumblr. it's such a nasty environment.
and the funniest thing is how hypocritical it is. for example there's dream fans demanding people to stop supporting techno. so using that logic, you should also stop supporting dream, because dream is friends with techno. stop supporting every person on the smp because they are friends with techno. but no they like to pick and choose, they are so entitled to think they absolutely know what's right and what's wrong, and that they refuse to even discuss it with anyone.
you DON'T have the right to decide for someone else who they can support and who they can't. i'm sorry if something techno said once was offensive to you, i'm sorry if your feelings were hurt. but if mine weren't, if i can't take offence to what he said, if i'm struggling to understand why it's so bad to support him because he made some jokes that were in very poor taste in the past - forgive me for continuing to watch and enjoy that creator's content (of course though this is situation, there are certain things you can stop supporting someone over even if you did not take direct offence). but it's not up to you to decide whether i do so or i stop. forcing people to choose, and shaming them if they choose the option YOU don't like, is awful bully behaviour, and it creates an environment that is hostile enough for some people to just leave the fandom period. and it should never get that far, when people are just trying to enjoy themselves.
i don't watch minecraft streamers/youtubers because i expect them to be some sort of selfless humanitarians who were born to set an example to the rest of the world and be role models, who are perfect and can do absolutely no wrong. they are just people, and they will fuck up. some worse than others. but at the end of the day, if you want to make the world a better place, if you want to be the change - public shaming, alienating, threatening, cyber bullying... is not the way. but twitter isn't ready for that conversation.
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before you go - jj maybank
jj maybank x ex-pogue!reader
tw; it’s a lil angsty (n o, it’s pretty angsty) mention of sex. sad sad. v sad.
request: “can you write an imagine with jj based on the song before you go by lewis capaldi”
a/n -- i don’t listen to lewis capaldi but this song is really good?? like i listened to it once and just. damn. i LOVE writing song fics bc i can’t write unless i have music playing, so plsplspls send more requests for songs :)
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i fell by the wayside like everyone else
i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, but i was just kidding myself
our every moment, i start to replace
‘cause not that they’re gone, all i hear are the words that i needed to say
you grew up in the outer banks. an only child, the pogue’s golden girl, best friends with jj maybank since you were ten. you were the golden girl of the outer banks. cool enough to hang around the pogues and be one yourself, but hot enough to have some kook eyes on you. peaceful, funny, but you always declined when people chased after you.
jj maybank had a shitty dad. a deadbeat mom. but he was your best friend. you had millions of memories of you two at the beach, him teaching you to surf when you were twelve, the two of you being the worst and best things that had ever happened to your side of the island.
when you were fifteen, you could’ve sworn you knew love. your love for your best friend, your love for the dumb boy that woke you up at six in the morning so he could sneak out before your parents found out he spent the night. the boy who made you a pothead. the boy who consumed all of your free time.
but you’d always been too scared to pursue him.
so, you fell into the hands of another guy. he was kind of an ass to your friends, but you thought he really cared about you. he brought you flowers, took you to the drive in, spent nights with you, and kissed you until your lips were swollen.
jj hated you for it. he always thought you were replacing him with your boyfriend, and he didn’t like you focusing on someone other than him. he wanted to be the guy who held you on his lap when he was driving the boat, he wanted to be the guy you clung onto at movies, he wanted to be the guy who kissed you until you were out of breath.
but he wasn’t.
after six months with your boyfriend, you dad delivered the worst news you’d ever heard. a relocation to upstate new york. and all of the sudden, time slipped through your hands.
when you hurt under the surface
like troubled water running cold
well, time can heal but this won’t
you told all of the pogues except for jj.
he hadn’t talked to you unless he had to in months.
he found out through john b, and he cried. cried angrily after storming out of the chateau, sitting down on the bank next to the lake. he didn’t have any more time with you.
so, before you go
was there something i could’ve said
to make your heart beat better?
if only i’d known you had a storm to weather
you knew you had three months left in the outer banks. you made the most of your time left with your boyfriend, but jj slowly started coming back to you for company.
you still hadn’t told him. but he was back.
you were spending your days and nights with your friends and your boyfriend, and every moment you spent packing was time spent crying your eyes out.
you were leaving everything you’d ever known.
but you had jj back, and that made everything seem a little bittersweet. he was coming back to you after all this time, and he didn’t even know you didn’t have any time left together. or so you thought.
was there something i could’ve said
to make it all stop hurting?
it kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless
so, before you go
“i’m leaving in a month” was how you told jj. it was almost like he already knew, but he had to leave when you told him. and he cried again, the damn boy cried right outside the room you were standing in, breaking your heart. he muttered things to himself, talking about how he was wasting time, but you pretended like you didn’t hear.
and then, a week before you left, you were spending the night with your boyfriend while your parents were hanging out with friends. jj was at your door, and you had to step outside to talk to him.
“i’m fucking in love with you.”
you didn’t know what to say to him.
“i have been. for years. and you just... got with him. and i couldn’t say anything, because i want you to be happy, but i can’t keep it to myself knowing that i’m... i’m fucking losing you.”
you never said anything to him, but you hugged him. and he left.
when you went inside, your boyfriend broke it off with you. you both knew it was coming, seeing as neither of you could do long distance like that, and he knew you wouldn’t be able to stay committed to someone that you couldn’t have.
and you were alone. you were alone until you had twenty four hours left in paradise on earth.
your last night there, you got drunk as hell. you smoked, and the pogues held their little goodbye party for you. at the end of it, when kie had to go home, and pope’s dad picked him up, and john b left you and jj to have your bittersweet ending, you kissed jj. you kissed him hard, and he kissed you back.
you’d probably remember every bit of that night for the rest of your life.
his hands started on your face, pulling yours into his, then they slid down to hold your waist to make sure you didn’t get away from him in those last hours you had. he hated himself for letting you get away from him for all of those months. he hated you for getting a boyfriend. but he couldn’t spend the rest of that time hating things.
so he loved you instead. it could be classified as a hookup, but it meant more to both of you. by the time you two were laying next to each other in his bed at the chateau, looking up at the ceiling, sweaty and with marks forming on your neck, you were crying. sobbing, you had a breakdown. you couldn’t get those months back. neither could he, but all he could do was hold you and try to make you feel better.
you agreed to stay in contact before you left. you two were going to try to make long distance stuff work. the pogues were all outside your house the day you were supposed to put your suitcase in your dad’s car and drive to the ferries.
you leaned out the car window, watching them get smaller and smaller as the car drove. jj followed the car for a little bit until he knew it was hopeless, keeping his eyes on you until your dad told you to sit down.
was never the right time, whenever you called
went little by little until there was nothing at all
our every moment, i start to replay
but all i can think about is seeing that look on your face
you and jj left it off on a bad note. you didn’t get your awkward morning after having sex across the hall from john b. you didn’t get a sweet first kiss. it all hurt. but you both tried to get over it as you started off with facetimes once you settled down in your new home.
it always hurt to see him, though. he agreed. you switched to phone calls, scheduled them so you could get ready to hear him.
he missed half of them. in your heart, somewhere, you knew he was moving on.
so were you.
back home, he was beating himself up when he flirted with other people. when he spent his time with someone that wasn’t you. but he knew he couldn’t bring himself to hear your voice, much less see your face. he was trying to replace every bad feeling thinking of you gave him, but that meant replacing every moment you two had.
you were doing the same. finding new people. none of them would ever match jj and the pogues, but you were trying. you held onto everything you had left of jj, but you knew his time in your life was over, or coming to an end.
would we be better off by now
if i’d have let my walls come down?
maybe, i guess we’ll never know
you know, you know
the last phone call you two shared ended with tears, but you both knew it was for the best.
you confided in each other. it hurt, and you told him. he told you the same.
“i should’ve said something.” he practically shouted, frustrated with himself.
“i should’ve said something, too.” you laughed halfheartedly, choking back another sob. it had been a few months since you’d called, but you needed to have a clean cut. not let things linger.
“i miss you.” all he ever had to say was that he regretted everything he did. all he ever had to say was that he missed you.
“i miss you too, but you know we’re over, j. i love you.”
“i love you too.” and then the static of the connection cut, and you knew he was gone from you for good.
a/n -- i just realized that anon probably wanted this song request to be about mental health issues but this made me just as sad as that would’ve so like asldnlanwegvbolande holy FUCK this made my heart hurt.
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank blurb#jj maybank fic#jj maybank obx#obx#outer banks#jj obx#jj imagine#jj fic#jj blurb#jj headcanon#jj hc#outer banks netflix#jj maybank angst#before you go#lewis capaldi#john b routledge#john b#kie#kiara carrera#pope#pope heyward#topper thornton#rafe cameron#sarah cameron
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plsplspls i just wanna be tailed by the triplets. THREE HUGE MEN JUST DESTROYING ME???? ugh fuck it’s all i ever think about. it’s all i’ve thought about since 2016. they’ve ruined me. i need therapy 😔💔✌🏻
Someone once sent me an ask about all three of them as werewolves in a rut wanting to fuck you and I haven’t recovered since
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On my mind, in my soul - 5
Prompt: Got three things to go by on this. “Waiting Game” by Banks (used passages as block quotes), a weapon (not firearm), and a bathrobe.
Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader.
Content: Morning after, reference to lemons and even some small citrus fruits growing here and there. Swearing, ofc. Uhm...might have forgotten something because my brain is broken.
A/N: It’s the Loki we know, but he’s made himself a home on Earth, curating an impressive collection of valuables from across the universe – all for himself and the fame he finds despite the New York incident. Check out masterlist! Plsplspls reblog if you liked <3
Bright light of day
It’s the bed that wakes you. Stretching lazily, the hazy semi-sleep caresses you gently with the softness of silken sheets and pillows, you suddenly stop mid-yawn at the realization that this bed isn’t yours. The smooth sheets are a far cry from the coarse linen you should be tangled in. Peeping out from under the eyelashes, you take in the lavish decoration of the master bedroom that looks so different now the soft morning light is filtering through a slit between the curtains. And even so, your roaming eyes barely register what they see, instead noting what’s no there. Who’s not there. Pushing the duvet aside, it’s a surprise how gently the air greets your naked form, the cold bite from the night gone. It wasn’t the night.
Without Loki around, there’s no one to ask where your clothes have gone to, and you spend a good five minutes searching before giving up. Better make the most of it, a snarky voice urges you as you push the door open to a bathroom that could be heaven on earth.
The way you make me feel all sexy but it's causing me shame
…
Tiptoeing through the house, you let your nose guide you with the promise of breakfast and coffee. There are no fluctuations in the temperature, yet the soft bathrobe is pulled tight around your form as if it could lend some sort of protection, shield you from judgement in case someone’s around and guesses what has happened.
You’d expected some maid or similar to be busy in the kitchen, not Loki casually stirring the contents of a frying pan while nose-deep in a newspaper. The sight immobilizes you as the caffeine-lacking brain tries to catch up with the image of a domestic god.
“There’s a fresh bowl of fruits waiting for you,” he offers without looking up, “and fresh coffee.”
The words hang in the air for a beat longer than necessary before you react, face warm with the realization that even someone as different as Loki would have a daily routine. A pattern of habits and basic needs. And right now, you’re intruding on that.
“Uhm…thank you.”
Looking further than the perfectly dressed man, you spot a bar-like table extending the granite into an L-shape lined at the bottom by swivelling bar seats, in front one of which there’s a neat arrangement of bowl, glass, cup, cutlery…everything possibly needed for a breakfast. You make sure to tug the bathrobe around your legs, not wanting to accidentally reveal your nudity even though Loki already must be aware. Clothes don’t grow legs and leave on their own.
“I’ve had your clothes send to the dry cleaner.” The crinkle of the thin paper warns that his reading material has been discarded. “Also took the liberty of getting you something more fitting to wear for your trip home.”
You’ve already wrapped your fingers around the mug of steaming, liquid energy. “Where’s it?”
“Not here yet.”
This time the voice is much closer, making you look up into the calculative eyes, almost missing the plate full of pancakes and the bottle of real maple syrup. Next moment he’s striding away to refill his own coffee cup, dumping you into a silence that you’re stubbornly set on not breaking as if it’s some sort of competition. Like a staring game, but here the urge’s to say something.
So you eat, savouring the exotic fruits that seep with sweet tastiness contrasting the roasted bitterness of the hot drink. And while you enjoy the tantalizing meal, Loki simply stands there at the other end of the kitchen, watching in silence. Only a flicker of a smile ghosting his face when you bite into a pancake, sending a sticky drop of syrup astray on your lips.
“Why aren’t you eatin’?” You point nonchalantly at him with a piece of mango on the tip of the fork. Silver fork.
“I already have.” Innocent words unless the darkened gaze is taken into account.
Don't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the same
…
He lets you finish, even clears away the mess without allowing you to help. What does he want from me? You’re about to ask when the sound of a door opening and closing can be heard followed by steps that only are silent because of training. You listen as the steps fade upstairs, then return to the very same door you entered the kitchen through…but no one opens.
“Master, the clothes have been laid out on your bed as requested.” It’s hard to judge the age of the woman speaking. “Is there anything else?”
“No, Matilde, that’s all for now,” Loki answers smoothly, “you may be excused for the day.”
Neither you nor the god moves until it’s evident that the maid has left. Then you slide off the tall seat, fully intend on going to get dressed because that must’ve been the clothes they were talking about, and if not…well almost anything’s better than wearing Loki’s own bathrobe much longer.
“Thank you for breakfast,” you manage to say before turning away from his intense gaze.
“[Y/N]…there’s something we must discuss…” Like cold water would, his words sends a ripple of goosebumps down your back. “The profit could be considerable for you.”
You don’t want to be further indebted to him, already painfully aware of how much of your life rests in his hands, but the entire reason that you ended up in this house and staying until morning is because he wanted it that way. He’s used to getting what he wants. Turning back with a sigh, you grab the cup and hold it out to him because you’ll be damned if you’re not having all the free coffee you can get if he’s going to talk you into some ridiculous scheme. Not that you’re interested, of course…at least that what you keep reminding yourself as you settle against the hard countertop, feet crossed at the ankles and nose inches from the warm brew.
“I’ve been challenged to obtain an artefact beyond any of the miserable trinkets from your world,” Loki smirks, “in fact…it’s so rare there’s only one in the entirety of the cosmos…but as luck will have it...” the smile broadens, “I know where to find it.”
“Just cut to the chase!”
He does, though not without a huff of annoyance, and starts out with the convoluted ancestral background of a being called Luɣ. Not unlike the Asgardians, this being and its kin (Thuäthan Dae) would roam through space to seek adventure or expand their empire, and they were so good at it that rumours of their riches spread and fostered alliances which ultimately led to the Thuäthan Dae’s downfall. During the following eons, the survivors scattered and got assimilated into other races, but some of the legends still exist…including that of a nifty spear capable of reacting to verbal commands of the owner.
At this point in life, you’ve come to accept that perhaps there’s more to old mythological tales than people once did believe, all things considered. Glancing skeptically at Loki’s hands, you wonder if there’s more he hasn’t told you yet about himself which would be relevant to know before getting intrigued in an alien-made weapon.
Baby I'm thinking it over
What if the way we started made it something cursed from the start
Large hands weave elegantly through the air as the god describes artefacts that already have been recovered…and…and…lost in memories of the acts of colour changing limbs, it’s as if you can feel the touch upon your skin, sending shivers through your already heating body, and shifting focus away does nothing to help you because the next you see are the narrow hips wrapped in subtle leather. Oh fuck. Yeah, the leather doesn’t hide the proportions of the man, and a new shiver races towards your cunt.
There’s only one thing for it and that’s to avert your eyes by pretending to drink from the already empty mug. Of course, Loki’s still talking, so you take your time trying to coax the very last drops across the ceramic surface and almost succeed before a golden shimmer leaves you emptyhanded.
“You’re not listening.” A cool finger under your chin forces [Y/E/C] and green eyes to meet. “Tell me…what were you thinking of?” No words escape your mouth despite several attempts that only results in Loki smirking. “It’s alright, my pet,” he purrs, head dipping so close the nose tips meet for a fraction of a second, “I can sense your…excitement.”
The only logical response is to protest, but you don’t really want to and even if you did then you couldn’t because his lips are on yours. Sweetly. Softly. The taste of minty toothpaste lingers under notes of coffee when he opens his mouth for you, waking up your senses after they’ve been doused in the sweetness from the breakfast. A perfect contrast coaxing a humming from your throat, and you can feel Loki’s crooked smile on your skin even before his hands runs down your waist, hips, grabbing under your thighs and lifting you effortlessly onto the stone tabletop.
It’s a simple nudge by the god’s hips that has you parting your legs for him to stand between, mouths and tongues still dancing and your fingers flexing against his chest because damn-it, you want what he can give you. The all-consuming rush rolling through your body from the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced. It’s addictive, and frighteningly so, especially because this man has more power over you than good is. I shouldn’t…shit! Deft hands are already pushing the front of the bathrobe aside and fondling your breast, tugging at a nipple with an expertise that makes your back arch and you know how wet your cunt already is.
“Stop.” Faster than you thought possible, you’ve caught Loki’s wrists tightly. “Stop…I can’t…”
It feels as though the temperature drops ten degrees, and you can’t bear to meet the god’s gaze. Shit, shit, shiiiiit. Fear’s lodged in your throat like bile, making you queasy and preventing you from breathing as freely as you want…but it’s okay because filling your lungs would cause your chest to move and you don’t want his attention there. Well…I do…sort of. It’s a messed-up situation that would have been plenty awkward on its own but with him –
“Why not, my pet?” At least he doesn’t try to continue, merely attempts to meet your eyes. “Don’t deny that you desire this.”
“Shut up!” Your exclamation catches you by surprise but it’s Loki’s slight jerk that scares you enough to cower, shielding yourself from whatever the Asgardian might do to hurt you.
Nothing happens. At least not really.
”I see,” he whispers almost sadly.
Each movement’s deliberately slow and obvious as he back away, only turning his back when he’s at the other end of the kitchen, allowing you a sort of privacy to slide off the granite and wrap the bathrobe around your shivering body.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Loki…”
The wide shoulders roll. “Don’t be. I brought this on myself.” His knuckles are white from the grip on the edge of the sink he’s leaning against. “Get dressed. I’ll have my driver ready to bring you home afterwards and you won’t see or hear from me again.”
…
He’s true to he word, the only sign of him being a flat parcel the driver hands you when you reach the place you ask to be dropped off (some random address not far from the subway). You don’t have to look what’s in the box to guess it and the knowledge digs painfully into some part of your heart no matter how hard you try to ignore it.
Cause lately I've been scared of even thinking 'bout where we are
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ALSO MAYBE PART 2 OF PROTECTIVE CAL is cal is all over her for the rest of the night and they’re in the uber home, and cal is sucking hickeys everywhere he can and whispering in her ear, “tonight’s never happen again, baby. every guy in the world is gonna know you belong to me.” and she can’t help it when her thighs push together, her core aching for relief, and she’s leaning her head back against the seat and her fingers are digging into his thigh 1/?
and he pulls one of her legs over his, opening her up, and his hand is dragging up the inside of her thighs and she wants to stop him, they’re in the back of an uber for god’s sake, but she doesn’t. she just turns her head to meet his eyes and they’re dark and possessive and full of lust and it makes her stomach flip. she’s never been one to like the thought of belonging to someone, but as long as it’s cal, she couldn’t care less 2/?
and his fingers are rubbing her through the lace of her thong and she’s biting her lip to stop from making any noise. he smirks when he finds her drenched for him. “who got you this wet, baby?” and she just puts her hand on the side of his neck, pressing her lips against his, before leaning her forehead on his. he clicks his tongue softly, “no, no, baby. i need a name.” and she knows he won’t touch her, really touch her, until she says his name 3/?
but she also loves this slow torturous shit and wants to see how far she can push him. she just tilts her head a lil to the side, searching his face, and his eyebrows shoot up a lil and his eyes widen and he’s genuinely surprised. then he’s pulling away and she wants to shout his name, grab his hands and put them back on her body, but she also knows they’re almost home and, with the look on his face, he’s already brainstorming what he’s going to do to her when they get there 4/?
so he moves her leg off of his and slides a lil closer to the door, shaking his head. “gotta say, baby. i’m impressed. but you’re just putting off the inevitable.” they pull up to their home and cal thanks the driver before opening the door and stepping outside. she’s about to slide out her door when he leans his hand back into the car for her 5/?
she slides her hand into his and, as he helps pull her out, she can’t help but keep her eyes on the ground. they don’t necessarily have that type of relationship, but cal is definitely in control most of the time. he slides his fingers under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him 6/?
he searches her face, his brown eyes blown black, and then he’s kissing her lips, soft and slow. he pulls away, but when he opens his mouth to talk, his lips still brush her own. “after i’m done with you, this whole goddamn neighborhood is gonna know my name.” and he’s tugging her towards their house, smirking 7/7• I AM IN A MOOD TONIGHT🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️
oHMFLKGMFKLGMK exCUSE ME this is too much i’m fucking screaming plsplspls holy fuck
come talk to me about Calum
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what up, im honey, im 21, and i never fucking learned how to read–– just kidding! i wish i could say im usually funnier than this, but honestly a good 85% of my daily conversations are just vine quotes, so. what you see is, sadly, what you get. anyway my timezone is gmt +8 which means i will probably be around at weird hours but i’ll make this work... somehow... aNYWAY, y’all are here for mateo, not for me so lemme just get on with it asldhfkl
WAIT, IS THAT FROY GUTIERREZ WALKING THE STREETS OF ROME ? OH, THAT’S JUST MATEO ÁLVAREZ QUINTANA, THE TWENTY YEAR OLD WHO’S KNOWN AROUND ROME AS THE MOUNTEBANK ! I’VE HEARD THAT THEY’RE FROM MADRID, SPAIN AND SPEND THEIR TIME WRITING AND RECORDING MUSIC IN THEIR APARTMENT. I WONDER HOW THEY LIVE UP TO THEIR EPITHET ?
BACKSTORY:
nicolas quintana and moira álvarez met and fell in love in cancun. nicolas had been there on vacation, but by the time he returned to spain, he had a wife and a baby on the way with him.
for all the talk about how nicolas and moira were young and crazy (read: stupid) in love, they were happy together, and mateo was proof of that love.
he had a fairly normal childhood, and when he was a little older, nicolas and moira had a second baby. they let mateo name her, and from the moment he first set eyes on her, mateo knew that he would love baby nina with all of his heart.
when mateo was 12, nicolas was diagnosed with stomach cancer. the cancer had been detected early, his prospects were good. or at least, that’s what they had been told. but nicolas’ cancer was especially aggressive, and after 2 years of treatments that never quite worked, nicolas passed away.
it was devastating, the worst thing to ever happen to their happy little family. but moira didn’t have time to grieve for her husband. she had two young children to look after, and the cancer treatments had left them swaddled with debt.
money was stretched thin. moira juggled several jobs, and mateo took up part-time jobs. time and time again, mateo offered to quit school so that he could work full-time, but moira was determined to give both her children the education she never got.
mateo knew that medical school was expensive, and as much as he loved his mother, he knew that she would not be able to put both him and nina through school. so he made a decision.
mateo, once a straight A student, started acting out in school. he stopped handing in his assignments, started picking fights instead. after a particularly nasty one that involved mateo trying to take on the entire football team, he was expelled. it broke poor moira’s heart, but mateo refused to let his mother work herself to death and if this was what it took for him to be able to relieve some of the financial burdens then he’d grit his teeth and shoulder the disappointment.
he went through a couple of low paying jobs, but eventually landed one with a catering company that had decent pay, even if the working hours were absolute shit. it was at one of the events he catered at that he met paloma.
paloma was a lovely older woman –– in retrospect, she couldn’t have been much older than early thirties, but mateo was younger then, too. she easily had at the very least a decade on him. it had been a wedding reception, and paloma had sat alone at the bar for most of it. despite the presence of a bartender right in front of her, she kept calling mateo over whenever he worked the room with a tray of champagne.
at first mateo didn’t think much of it, but when she slipped him a hundred euros in tip halfway through the night, it gave mateo an idea. he started paying a bit more attention to her, worked his charm a little more, and before the end of the night, he slipped his number into her purse.
and that’s what he’s been doing ever since. at first he’d use his catering job as a front to pick up lonely rich women (and men), but eventually he’d gotten enough money out of his marks that he didn’t need the catering job anymore.
moira found out about what mateo was doing when one particularly generous man paid off the family’s medical debts in full. she wasn’t happy about it, because she wanted more for mateo, but for the first time in years they were living comfortably, and mateo assured her that even if it sucked that he had to do it, it was still his choice, and that he just wanted to provide a better life for her too.
mateo moved to rome a little over a year ago, after meeting bella, a lovely italian woman who preferred his company to her busy ceo husband’s. even though that relationship ended, mateo chose to stay in rome indefinitely.
PERSONALITY:
mateo is… confusing, to say the least. he’s not exactly mean or anything, but he’s never really nice either. he’s always been good with people, and he makes use of that social skill to adjust his personality to suit whoever it is that he’s with so that they’ll like him.
even before their financial status became really dire, they weren’t exactly super well-off, so he’s always been pretty money-minded. his only loyalty is to himself and his family.
he’s a mama’s boy through and through, and he’s unashamed of it?? also the best big brother ever, like, half the time when his sugar daddies/mommies ask him what he wants he’s just like “can i get _____ for my sister” (the other half of the time he’s requesting stuff for his mother tbh)
but as much as he loves his mother and sister, don’t ever for a second mistake mateo for someone soft. mateo looks like an angel, and often acts like one to get what he wants, but he’s quite far from actually being angelic.
basically, he evaluates people based on their usefulness to him, and if they can’t offer him anything, they’re not worth his time/effort. but he’d never go out of his way to antagonise anyone, just in case he might need something from them later down the line.
he enjoys making music, and he’s surprisingly good at it. he spent so much of his formative teen years busting his ass off to make ends meet that he never really had time to explore hobbies, or learn how to deal with feelings. writing and recording music is pretty much the only outlet for his feelings. he has a couple of songs that he’ll let people listen to if they ask, but most of his songs are super personal, and he’d literally die before letting anyone else listen to them.
but the bottom line that mateo is just a really chill dude, who’s almost always down to do anything. he is That Friend™ you can call at 3am to invite on an impromptu road trip and he’d probably be ready in fifteen minutes.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
this is a cop out i’m sorry asldhfl but it’s late and im tIRED and i cant think of any good ones besides the super generic ones, but im leaving this section here in case i wake up inspired in the morning. but im just gonna put out there and i’m, like mateo, almost always down for anything. if there’s any wanted connection you have that you think mateo could fill, just lemme know!!
ok if you made it till the end,,, congratulations and ily. i’m tired as heck so i’m probs gonna go to sleep (i.e. lie in bed and reply to any messages to plot until i pass out from sheer exhaustion) but pls like the post if you want me to hit you up!! or if you’re feeling particularly inspired, plsplspls hit me up, either on the IMs here or on discord it doesnt matter to me. i’m excited!!
#ephq;intro#this got rly long im so sORRY#im tired this is not proofread#there are probs dumb mistakes but#it be like that sometimes
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