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girlygguk · 1 year

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denial - jjk (18+)

➵ summary; it's been a plethora of secret meetups, quickies in the bathrooms of his award shows, and 2 am 'you up?' texts during your year-long situationship with jungkook. you both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you're crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night. trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. jungkook sees, and he's mad.

➵ pairing ; idol!jk x (f)actress!reader

➵ word count ; 5.3k

➵ rating ; 18+ minors dni

➵ content ; jealous (& possessive 🫣) asffff kook, mutual no strings agreement / fwb au, older (just a lil) reader, taehyung sister reader, secret-ish situashionship, smut/fluff-ish/angst-ish, this is FILTHYY i even shocked myself.

➵ warnings ; teasing, swearing, kissing, fingering, spitting, nipple play, dom!jk, oral sex (f rec.), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it UP. don't be silly), sexy stuff starts a lil later on in the story so basically pwp.

a/n ; while i'm working on the next chap of my fic i come bearing a gift! this is a oneshot but if y'all enjoy it i have a bunch of ideas for this pairing i could work on and maybe make an additional part! thanks sm for reading, hope u enjoy <3 also this is my first time writing smut, so any feedback is insanely appreciated and encouraged! mwah

Jungkook's room was quiet, the only noise being his soft humming as his thumb dragged down the expanse of his phone screen, scrolling mindlessly through his private Instagram feed. He's already passed a few of his bandmates' photo dumps, leaving a like on a few and a teasing, sarcastic comment on the others. But, then, smirking at his remarks that he finds absolutely priceless, his thumb grinds to a halt as he comes across your latest post.

There you are, in all of your glory. You're posing prettily with an overfilled cup of ice cream from a popular parlour in Seoul Central. A spoon rests against your lips; eyes closed gingerly for the snap. The side of Jungkook's mouth pulls upwards before he can stop it, a soft, dazed smile coating his lips as he stares at you for longer than he'd like to admit. However, the daze ends as abruptly as it began when his focus shifts to the person seated on your left. He recognizes the guy sitting next to you as the leading male in your latest drama, Jae something.

A hot, uncomfortable feeling bubbles in the pit of Jungkook's stomach as he stares at the classically attractive male in your photo. The feeling intensifies tenfold when he notices the spoon clasped in Jae something's hand, and his eyes search every pixel on his phone screen, begging to find this dirtbag's own cup of ice cream. Finally, he scoffs after scouting every inch of your photo for the third time. So you're really sharing a cup of ice cream with this guy? And it's not even for work. And you posted a picture of it on your Instagram. Your public Instagram.

Jealousy claws at Jungkook's throat with vigour, and he has to lock his phone and put it next to him on his bed before he stands up and hurls it at the wall. Of course, he knows he shouldn't and has no right to be jealous. But he can't help it. He can't control his actions and feelings when it comes to you. He's been infatuated since day one, and though you both have the mutual no-strings agreement as your blooming careers don't allow you the time or freedom to commit to something like that right now, he can't help but feel fucking sick looking at the photo of you and someone else.

The stadium is boisterous; fans hastily rush to get to their seats in the various sections surrounding the stage as if the concert would start without them. You were currently on your way backstage to visit your brother before the show began. After five minutes of weaving around equipment and dodging the stressed crew rushing around doing last-minute preparations, you finally arrived at your destination.

Knocking thrice on the dressing room door, a muffled "Come in!" has you twisting the handle and walking through the threshold with a cheesy grin. The seven men you've been good friends with since your brother introduced you come into view as you enter the room, each of them beaming a mixture of greetings.

"Happy first show!" You exclaim as you walk towards your brother with a bouquet of mixed flowers. Taehyung takes the gift from you with a smile before placing a kiss on your forehead as thanks.

Jungkook's eyes haven't left you since you stepped foot in their dressing room. He swallows harshly, hoping to rehydrate his mouth as all his saliva has apparently decided to dissipate. Jungkook takes in your outfit, the short Chanel dress hugging the curves of your body and showcasing your smooth, slender legs. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he suppresses his smirk when he sees the long-sleeved white undertop you're wearing. Images of you withering beneath him as he marked the top of your breasts a few nights ago flash through his mind, and he has to blink a few times in an attempt to return back to Earth.

Your gaze meets Jungkook's for a split second, watching him drink in your figure before you look back at the rest of the guys with a smile. Then, stepping back to your original position after breaking from the hug with your brother, your arms motion towards the man that you dragged in with you. "This is my friend, Jae Lee."

That's enough to crash Jungkook back down to Earth as his focus shifts to the tall brunette on your right. Jae Lee offers a quick bow with a smile as the rest of BTS chorus a polite greeting in return. "Nice to meet you guys; I'm a big fan." His voice is deep and rugged, just like it is in the drama he starred in with you. The drama that Jungkook binged in one sitting on release day, but he wouldn't tell you that.

"Likewise," Tae returns with a nod and his signature toothy grin before setting the flowers on the tabletop by one of the mirrors, "we're on in ten—do you know where your seats are?"

You nod at your younger brother's question, patting the pocket of Jae's faded jeans, "Jae's got our passes; we'll go there now and let you guys finish getting ready."

Jungkook is fucking fuming at this point as he watches the interaction, tongue pushing against his lower teeth to stop himself from spewing something that would embarrass the both of you.

You bid them one final good luck before spinning on your heel and exiting the room, a cloud of your sweet perfume trains behind you in your departure, invading Jungkook's senses and rendering him dazed as Jae follows you closely, shutting the door gently behind him.

"God, you guys were insane." You arrived back at your brother's apartment (that he shared with Jungkook) a few minutes ago, the three of you piling through the door as you beelined straight for the couch. "Hoseok has the stamina of a horse, I swear. I'm always shocked whenever I watch you guys perform."

Taehyung laughs from behind you as he shrugs off his jacket before jumping over the back of the couch and landing next to you with a huff. His best friend opts for a different route after ridding himself of his coat, walking into the kitchen to grab a drink of water and hopefully clear his head a bit.

It's bad enough that he had a foggy grey cloud glooming in the back of his mind during the concert, but then he had to sit in an enclosed vehicle with you and your brother on the way home because Tae wanted to spend more time with you. Of course, Jungkook doesn't blame his friend; you have a week off before your next shoot, and you're headed to Gwacheon in a couple of days to get settled in. Usually, you and Jungkook would be utilizing this time off in a very different way, but unbeknownst to you, Jungkook is not in the mood right now. And he's always in the mood.

The bottle of water is downed in seconds, and the crunch of the now-empty plastic bottle in his hand pulls him out of his thoughts. Stepping on the pedal of the garbage can, he disposes of the rubbish and listens to the sound of soft padded footsteps entering the kitchen.

"You needa put that in the recycling bin."

Your teasing is gentle as you approach the ink-covered man, brushing past him lightly as you lean against the island opposite him. His lips pull into a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and your eyebrows furrow, leg lifting slightly to nudge him with your sock-covered foot.

"What's wrong, grumpy?" You poke, watching as he shakes his head before pushing off the counter and heading out of the kitchen. Your hand reaches out for him a liiiitle too quickly before he can slink away, "Kook? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, ____. I'm good. Exhausted from the show, that's all." He removes his hand gently from your grasp before continuing his departure and leaving you in the kitchen by yourself. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you head back to the living room, not surprised when your brother is the only one there.

"I'm going to go and pick up the pizza; they shut in 20, and delivery's off for the night," Taehyung informs you as he chucks his jacket back on, "Kook's headed to bed, so we'll just save him some."

You nod at him before falling back onto the couch and reaching for the TV remote. "Drive safe," you call, and he assures you he will, the sound of the apartment door shutting behind him echoing in your ears. That's all you need to hear before you carelessly throw the remote aside and scramble off the couch towards a certain grumpy cat's bedroom.

"Koo?" Your tone is soft, one hand on the door handle of his room, the other rapping gently at the wood.

His low hum from the other side reaches your ears, and you twist the handle, stepping inside quietly before closing the door and leaning against it. You're not entirely sure how to approach this situation. Most of your interactions with the gorgeous man sitting at the edge of his bed with a somber look have had quite a different vibe. Extremely fucking different.

"Tae's gone to pick up dinner, " you try, "I'd say like twenty minutes or so."

He sighs and nods at your obvious hinting, lifting his gaze from the ground and watching as you saunter towards him. The little black dress he first saw earlier today still has him rattled, and your scent getting more robust with each step you take enhances his stupor. You lift one of your legs over his thigh when you reach him, the bottom of your dress riding up as you settle in his lap.

Shoving his dreary subconscious to the side, Jungkook leans forward into you before burying his face into your clothed stomach and inhaling as deeply as he can. Your stupifying, sweet, familiar scent invades his nostrils, and he knows he can always count on that to distract himself. You run your hands through his hair with a mewl as his head rises at an achingly slow pace before it's level with yours.

His eyes are hooded as he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips with his own, and you drink in the soft moan that escapes him when your fingers clutch his hair tighter in your grasp. His mouth is sinful, his tongue delving deeper into your mouth to connect with your own. Instead of your usual teasing fight for dominance, you let Jungkook take control of the kiss, hoping it will soothe the unease you've noticed in his demeanour as of late.

His hands are gliding over your hips, fingers squeezing at the meat of your middle, and you can't help but purr at the feeling, almost as if he's trying to grab as much of your body in his hands as he can. Suddenly the reminder that your brother would be home at any moment returned to your mind, and you reluctantly broke the connection. Climbing off his lap, your feet shakily meet the floor, and your hands reach for the hem of your dress, ready to slip it over your head before you notice the look on his face. He's fighting another internal battle, and it makes you release the fabric in your hands, your dress falling back into place.

"Please tell me what's wrong, Kookie." You mumble, standing in front of him with your hands slumped to your side in defeat. He blows out a quiet breath, shaking his head for what feels like the fifth time tonight before he reaches out for you. Finally, you give in with a deflated sigh, letting him pull you close towards him before he continues your previous actions and clutches the hem of your dress. Dragging the fabric up slowly, he lets it ride just above your stomach before he uses one hand to slip your panties down your legs.

Your eyes flutter shut as the finger hooked into the waistband of your underwear drags across your inner thigh on its journey downwards, his other hand still full of your dress, the thumb on said hand rubbing soft circles against your skin. "Are you together?"

Your eyes snap open at his question, still in a hazy fog from his touches but coherent enough to make out the undertone of his question. His hand doesn't falter in the slightest, your panties hitting the ground with a soft thud, and he drags his hand back up the underside of your thigh when they fall. "No."

So you knew who he was talking about, he thought. "Hm," is all he mutters, the hand on your hamstring bending you at the knee and pulling you abruptly onto his lap. You swallow a yelp as he guides you back over him, unable to help the motion of your hips grinding down when you feel him through his sweatpants.

The feeling that brews inside you when your now bare heat brushes against the fabric of his pants is euphoric, the small wet patch you leave behind being first-hand proof. "10 minutes," you remind in a whisper, leaning forward to attach your lips again, needing additional contact with him more than your next breath.

Jungkook ends the kiss quickly, and it has you pouting when he pulls away. He reaches between you, shoving his sweats and underwear down in one motion, his erection jutting out on demand and hitting his stomach once free. He leans back a little but doesn't allow himself to lie down entirely, and you usher him backwards before his grip on your waist tightens, and you stop your action. You look at him in confusion, his intoxicating chocolate brown eyes lifting from where you're seated to meet your gaze. "Sit on it."

Your breath catches in your throat at his demand, but you follow it nonetheless, his readjustment allowing you to plant your knees on the bed and lean forward slightly. You look down for a split second to grasp at his hardened length resting against his stomach and guide it to where you need it most. You look up before letting it enter you, your eyes flickering over his face and realizing he's already staring at you. He doesn't say anything verbally, but his features give everything away without the need to.

Jungkook leans forward, his hands sliding around your stomach before they reach your back. The flats of his palms cover almost the entirety of your back as his head falls into the crook of your neck. He places a single restrained kiss on your sweet spot, his lips finding it easily as they've visited the area hundreds of times. "Baby," he mutters into your neck, "sit."

And you do.

You finish lining up the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole before letting go and fully sinking onto him. The mangled breath that he chokes into the crook of your neck paints a devilish smirk on your lips, waiting until you feel his entire length submerge into you before lifting up and slamming back down, harder.

His breathing is heavy as his hands slide down your back before resting on your ass and grabbing a gluttonous handful when you rise. A strangled moan escapes your lips as he squeezes, spreading your cheeks and listening to the elicit sound of your walls sucking him in. You throw your head back in ecstasy, your clit throbbing every time it comes in contact with his balls, the feeling igniting a fire in your belly, arousal coursing through every cell in your body.

"Fucking. Hell," Jungkook curses; his eyes are slits as he glances down at his lap, watching your centre swallow him whole and mercilessly. He lifts one of his hands to his mouth, tongue swirling around his thumb before it presses against your clit, rubbing against it expertly and causing you to spew another strangled moan. "That's it, baby," his tone is low and filthy, and your hands grab onto his shoulders to balance yourself as the pleasure is getting too much.

His torture on your clit doesn't stop, not even when your hips stutter momentarily, the abuse to your cunt pulling at the rubber band holding you together harder and harder with each passing moment. "Stop playing with my clit," you cry, "or I'll fucking cum."

You almost regret opening your mouth because his hand pulls back instantly, and a soft whine leaves you at the loss of contact. You don't think twice before lifting your hips again, about to resume your action of riding him, when all of a sudden, he lifts you slightly, flipping you around until your back hits the mattress. "Wha—" your excuse of a question is cut off abruptly when he kneels down and drags you closer to the edge of the bed, mouth attaching to your clit with vigour.

"Fuck. Fuck." Is all you can mutter, your hands automatically going to his head, fingers threading through his hair and tugging when his tongue hits that part of your cunt that blurs your vision. Jungkook is lost in it, his tongue wrapping around your clit, relishing in the moans spilling from you. Lifting his head slightly, he gathers the saliva in his mouth before he spits on your pussy and dives back in. "What the fuck," you scream as he devours you like he's on death row and your cunt is his last meal, "Gguk—"

"I know, baby," he nods after pulling away for a split second, "just let go." He punctuates his words by sliding a finger, and then two, into your hole, and that's the knot in the fucking noose. His fingers are relentless, pushing all the way into you until they reach that spongey part before sliding out and repeating the same torturous routine. He knows you're close; he knows everything about you at this point. He's proven right when he feels your walls clench around his fingers and shoves his face deeper into your heat in response. His nose is buried in your cunt, tongue lapping and sucking at your clit feverishly, and you lose it. Your moans are silent, your throat not having the power to produce noise anymore as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Baby," you manage, "I'm fucking cumming."

Jungkook moans into your pussy; its vibration is the tipping point as your vision blurs, flashing white as your orgasm washes over you. Your knees shake, closing around his head as he doesn't relent, your body convulsing and grinding into his mouth as he works you through your orgasm.

Your head is slumped against the pillow as you crash back down to Earth, Jungkook eventually pulling away from your core as you shudder, pressing soft kisses against your inner thigh as he detaches from you. Pulling himself up, he makes his way onto the bed, lowering his strong body over you. He's hungry on his journey upwards, lips dragging against every inch of your skin, his tongue dipping out to wet them when the skin of your leg absorbs their moisture. He explores your stomach, his bunny teeth grazing against your belly button as he gets higher. It looks like he's where he wants to be when he's levelled with your chest. He pulls at the dress that you're honestly still surprised that he's left on you for this long before he lifts it over your head, chucking it to the side without another thought. A grunt leaves his lips when the white long-sleeve you had on under your dress is still there, and he rids it the same, just with more furrowed brows.

A giggle leaves your lips at his frustration before it's replaced with a content sigh as he latches onto your left nipple. Your hand runs through his dishevelled hair; lip caught between your teeth as his tongue wraps around the bud, his teeth grazing at it softly. "T-Taehyung will be back soon," you warn through a moan, "need you inside of me."

A string of spittle drags from your nipple and his mouth as he pulls back, his head tilting slightly as his gaze catches yours. "Still needy," he hums, leaning forward and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before lifting his hips and grabbing hold of his hardened length. He drags it between your wet folds, the sound of your slickened cunt music to his ears. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, still sensitive from your orgasm, but the need to feel him inside you outweighs the overstimulation.

"Beg for it." He says simply, the length of his shaft still firmly in his hand as he drags it through your sticky folds. Your eyes snap open, eyebrows ruffled in astonishment as you stare at the cocky piece of shift above you.

"Jun—" you start, "beg for it." He finishes, his focus lifting from where you're almost conjoined to your face. His face is hard, and you know better than to fight him on this. Your breaths come out shortly; his tone should not be turning you on this much.

"Please." You mewl, your chest heaving once as he presses his cock deeper into folds, not quite yet at the hole you need him to fill. "Please, Jungkook. Fuck me. Fuck me. Ruin me." You spit, losing all sense of self-worth as the heaviness of his lower body against you turns you into a pathetic mess.

His smirk is taunting. It's the last thing you see before your eyes roll back to the back of your head, a disgustingly loud moan booming from your throat as he thrusts into you with one motion. A strangled gasp blows from your lips as he pulls out before slamming back into you twice as hard. Sweat is gathering at the base of his brows, a moan of his own chorusing with yours as he slams his cock deeper with each thrust. You're at a loss for words as the pleasure intensifies, the coil in your stomach bubbling ferociously for the second time tonight. "Does he fuck you this good?" He can't stop himself, the words spluttering from his lips before he has a chance to stop them.

He's leaning a little further back now, his hand pressing against your belly slightly, feeling the motion of his cock sliding into you through your fucking skin. How he expects you to respond right now is beyond you, the only noise you can possibly muster being a high-pitched screech as his pace increases. "Huh?" He spits, spreading your legs wider, lowering slightly to delve his cock deeper into your cunt.

"No." It comes out as a mixture of a gasp and a moan, "Nobody fucks me like you do." A stupid wave of relief rushes over him as he hears you speak, the sound of your squelching walls suctioning him in parading through the room. Your assurance ignites something inside him, and you're surprised you can keep your eyes open long enough to see the transformation. He secures one of your legs around his waist, his hand holding your other open as he plants one of his knees firmly on the bed. He stares at your pussy in awe, watching your clit glisten with slickness before spitting harshly at it; his thumb reaching down to spread it over you. A choked sob leaves your lips at the action before an even louder scream cuts it off; you don't even recognize your own voice.

Jungkook is ravenous. His hips are pulling back at record speed, every inch of his cock sliding out of you until just the tip remains before slamming back inside brutally. "Oh my fucking god, Jungkook!" You screech as he hits that spot deep inside you on every thrust like he's been training for this his whole life.

"You fucking love it, don't you? This what you wanted?" He spits as his cock splits you in two, "You know I hate seeing people touch what's mine. Knew I'd fucking lose it."

"He never touched me. Wouldn't let him." You choke, your back lifting slightly as you feel him push in just that much deeper at your words, "I'm fucking yours, idiot."

Jungkook's hips stutter as your words catch him off guard, cracking his cocky persona for a millisecond before he recovers and grips the meat of your thighs even harder and drills back into you. You're fucking dripping at this point, and Jungkook groans at the feeling. His cock drags the juices out of your hole, and he watches as it slides down your ass, filthily pooling at the sheets beneath you.

You can't do anything but reach your hands out, and he understands immediately, releasing the hold on your legs before leaning down and falling into your arms. Your hands are on the back of his neck as you pull him closer, needing to feel his full weight on top of you in hopes of it taking some of the pressure off your abused cunt. He doesn't stop, even when his face falls to the side of your neck, plastering soft, wet kisses to your skin and pulling a soft moan from you.

Tears are welling in your eyes as he continues snapping his hips into you; the new position you're in means he's permanently in contact with your clit, and it's brutal. The room begins to spin as the familiar feeling coils in your stomach harder than you think it ever has. "I'm so fucking close," he heaves into your neck, and all you can respond with is a nod, the tears that pool at your waterline threatening to spill.

Your hands fall from his hair to his back, fingernails digging into his smooth skin as you try to cling to the last string of coherence you have, "cum in me, Gguk. Fill me up. Fill me." You moan, fingernails dragging down his back just how he likes it, and that's his fucking end. A low growl leaves his lips, goosebumps flooding your arms at the noise.

"Fuck." He curses loudly, hips pulling back in one final shaky thrust before he pushes all the way, your walls clenching tightly around him as he convulses, his release spilling from him and painting the walls of your cunt. He moans tenderly as you milk his cock, trying to pull every last drop of his orgasm from him.

Ten seconds or so pass while you both catch your breath, and you smile giddily beneath him; his heavy body feels comforting on top of you, like your own weighted blanket. You're ready to roll off the bed once he recovers, your hand drawing lazy circles across the expanse of his back before you hear him let out a deep, heaved breath. Lifting his hips back up, he ruts gently, resuming his movement inside of you. Your eyebrows furrow in shock, ignoring the burning feeling that immediately resurfaces as he shifts, "No, Jungkook, you don't have to—" He cuts you off with a kiss, hand reaching up to caress your cheek in a much softer manner than the majority of your night.

"When have I ever not let you cum?" He muses after breaking the kiss, his thumb slipping from the edge of your jaw to press against your lips. Your heart is beating at the fucking sweetheart above you, your lips parting slightly to take in the finger of his inked, calloused hand into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, gathering as much spit onto it as you can, just as he taught you, before using your tongue to push it out of your mouth. He smirks at the action, shaking his head as a train of saliva runs from his hand to your mouth. "Fucking filthy," Jungkook hums, his hand falling between you and connecting to your clit before the spit falls off his thumb.

Not that he needed the extra moisture, because you are fucking soaked, he flicks at your nub gently, satisfied as you shudder slightly at the contact. His overstimulated cock pulses inside you, the heat of your pussy making him release a strained breath before he pulls back out and begins to fuck you again. You can't even be shocked at his stamina at this point, many nights before having proven that he is fucking insatiable, pulling four of five orgasms out of you before turning in.

It doesn't take long before you're teetering on the edge of bliss again; the crude sounds of Jungkook's cum inside you, squelching around his cock as he slides in and out of you, are fucking erotic, arousing you even further. "Listen to thattttt," he groans at the noise, his overstimulation long forgotten as he gets lost in you again.

"Oh," you cry at his nasty words, "my shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!" You can't even form a sensible sentence, the pleasure becoming too much. Your back lifts off the bed slightly as Jungkook's hand follows your cunt when it tries to cower away. "God! Please!" You wail as his hand slips, the juices coming out of you causing his hand to slide around messily. He chuckles at the absolutely filthy sight; it's the best thing he's ever fucking seen.

"Good fucking girl. My gooood. Fucking. Girl." He praises as you grip his bedsheets in anguish, your body shaking, breath stuck in your throat as your head lifts toward the ceiling. Your mouth drops open as the band breaks, the tears that were sitting idle beneath your lashes finally spilling out, a loud sob spewing through your lips as you cum. Your orgasm is intense, ears ringing as Jungkook drags it out as much as he possibly can before you're shrivelling away, falling back into his mattress in exhaustion.

You groan lowly as Jungkook slowly pulls himself out of you, grabbing the shirt he discarded halfway through your activity off the floor and using it to capture the liquid that drools out of you. You giggle at the sight, swatting him with your foot as he wipes, "That's disgusting," you cry at his use of a dirty t-shirt to clean you up.

"It's clean! I chucked it on just before you came in," he assures with a smirk, continuing his action and ignoring the eye-roll you throw him. Then, suddenly, your eyes widen, and you all but scramble off his bed, diving for your clothes on the ground before shoving them over your head. He laughs softly at your haste before pulling his own sweatpants back on, minus the underwear. He's about to head to the shower, an invitation to you dangling on the tip of his tongue as he watches you fix your hair and makeup in his mirror. He watches in amusement as you manage to tame your hair but fail to fix the smudged eyeliner at the root of your waterline, giving up with a huff and looking over to him with a teasing glare, "This is your fault."

His shoulders rise slightly, and his mouth is pulled into a faux pout when you deliver a soft smack to his arm, making your way to his bedroom door. He turns to finally head into his ensuite and shower before your strangled gasp meets his ears. He spins around quickly, confusion coating his features before his eyes trail to what you're fixated on.

Taehyung is sitting on the couch, legs crossed beneath him, AirPods in his ears as he munches on a slice of pizza. Your brother looks up when he feels your presence and nods in greeting. Then, fishing one of the earbuds from his ear, he waves the piece of the pie in his hand toward you. You're frozen in your spot, every word in your vocabulary flying out of your head as you're rendered speechless. Your brother pauses the show on his phone before swallowing his mouthful, "Pizza's here."

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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hi ! i came here to make a request for law hehe, you must be flooding in them, but the way you write him is mwah thank you so much ; i would like to know if you could write an scenario about how the first time having sex with law would be, i just think you would capture perfectly the sweetness and awkwardness of the moment. thank you in advance ! ive been lurking for a while and just now i had the courage to request something, i hope your doing well and have and excellent week ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ♡

OHGNG lays on the floor forever but pls i will never get tired of writing for Law or intimate stuff like pls,,,but also I hope I can do this justice for you!!

[!]: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

[Heads up!: virginity is just a social construct so inexperienced!Law, inexperienced!Reader, i'm saying post-wano bc i'm a sucker for the trope of 'we almost lost each other' dissolving into soft sex, reader is not verbally gendered but has gendered afab/fem aligned anatomy, fingering, unprotected sex (make informed decisions kids), soft sex/first time sex, handjob (m recieving), piv, cream pie]

“Are you asleep?”

“No,” comes the soft, sleepy rumble behind you, the push of a chin against your shoulder. Arm looped over your waist to keep you anchored against him, Law presses a soft kiss to a patch of exposed skin. “You could’ve joined the others.”

The silence of the Polar Tang is admittedly a little eerie, but made innocent for the fact that everyone is out celebrating the defeat of Kaido ㅡ besides Law and yourself. You’d opted to hang back, made an excuse about your body still aching from your injuries, and Law’d simply stared until all pleas and demands for him to join the festivities went silent.

“Didn’t want to,” you say, let your hand drift down to the one cinched at your waist, letting your fingertips dance across his knuckles. “Do you want me to leave?”

Law’s grip tightens on you, and you feel his lips against your skin again. “No.”

This side of him is rare where he allows himself to truly indulge in what he wants, legs intertwined with yours. There’s the soft scent of your shampoo, interlaced with the smell something medicinal ㅡ salve, rubbed carefully over healing wounds. None of them are of major concern now, but the reminder that he’d almost lost you sinks into Law like a blade, sharp and piercing the softest parts of him.

But you’re alive, he reminds himself, and safe ㅡ tangled up with him in his bed on the Polar Tang, like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. And he’s here with you to enjoy the moment of soft intimacy, even as something warmer slowly bubbles in his veins.

You roll to face him, one leg thrown over his as you squirm closer, hand against his cheek. “You frown too much,” you tell him, rubbing your thumb against the space between his eyebrows. “Gonna end up with wrinkles.”

“Strawhats fault,” he answers, eyes closing when you move to rub your thumb against the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell me wrinkles are the dealbreaker for you.”

“Nope,” you tell him happily, move to trace the shape of his upper lip, then the lower. “You’re stuck with me for life, sorry.”

Law’s eyes open, gleaming as his lips quirk and he leans in, intent on kissing you. “Good.”

The brush of his lips to yours is warm and a little chapped but wholly familiar, and you hum as you let your own eyes slide shut, hand moving from his face to curl into his hair. Law makes a soft noise of approval at the light scrape of your fingertips against his scalp. Perhaps it’s leftover emotion from the last few days, relief that this is finally over, or something else entirely ㅡ but suddenly Law’s a lot more interested in kissing you.

Nipping at your bottom lip, Law muffles your noise of surprise as he deepens the kiss. The hand in his hair slides down to the back of his neck, kneading as he continues to swallow the little sounds you make.

Your lips are puffy by the time he pulls away, a haze to your eyes that only feeds the needy warmth thrumming through him. He's aware that the two of you have never gone past kissing, never truly had time to delve any further ㅡ but now he wants, the stir of arousal between his legs as he stares down at you.

He wants you. Wants you in your entirety, the good and the bad, greedily collecting everything you'll give him and tucking it away as something for him and him only.

It's the tentative knead of tattooed fingers at your hip that makes you freeze, the brush of fingertips against your bare skin as your eyes snap to Law's. "Can I touch you?"

It's a question that he's asked before in an entirely different context, brought you down from panic attacks and offered comfort and soft affection ㅡ but there's the flush of your cheeks and unsteady rise and fall of your chest and the building press of him in his pants that frames it in an entirely new light.

"You can say no," he hurries to say, "I would never overstep a boundaryㅡ"

"Yes," you interrupt, swallowing hard as you keep your eyes on his fingers, the still weight of them on your body. "You can touch me, Law."

There's a flash of something in his eyes, nervousness that you don't often see as his fingers continue their slow creep beneath your shirt.

There's the twitch and flex of muscle beneath soft, warm skin as he explores, eyes on your face to memorize every soft sigh and stuttered hitch of breath that he gets in response.

The brush of his thumb against a taut, pebbled nipple gets the first upward jerk of your hips and a whine, head pressing back against the pillow as Law tugs your shirt up completely and off of you.

The sheets are cool against the rising warmth of your skin, flush creeping from your cheeks to the tips of your ears as he pinches and tugs at your nipples. There's still something analytical in his gaze despite the slow, instinctive rock of his hips against yours, chasing friction to feed the warm tug at the base of his spine.

His own shirt follows next and he shivers at the drag of your own exploring hands, the curve of a fingernail against the dark swirls of ink on his chest and the answering spider web of pleasure that follows.

One hand stays anchored at his back and the other continues to slide down, brushing the dusting of hair at his navel before pausing at the button of his jeans. It's a quiet question, one he answers with the press of his lips to yours.

There's the soft pop of the button, drag of the zipper and shimmy of his clothing down enough that you can touch him. The curl of your fingers is tentative, but it still makes his hips buck, groaning against your mouth.

He’s hot and hard against your palm and you drink in the noises he makes, the tuck of his face into your shoulder to muffle them as his hips rock into your hand. Slick stickiness weeps from his tip, making the slide of your hand easier, though you blink when he pulls away from you and reaches to ease your hand from him. “A-Am I hurting you? I’m sorry, I don’t know how toㅡ”

Law silences you with a kiss, fingers wrapped around your wrist. “You’re fine, I just…no. You didn’t hurt me.” It’s not hard to figure out what he’s alluding to from the pink of his cheeks, and your own darken. Oh.

The hammering of your heart increases at the movement of Law’s hands at your hips, the last of your clothing tugged down before one of his hands is between your legs. The movement of his fingers is a little more sure than your own had been though no less gentle, watching your face like a hawk to make sure that he isn’t hurting you.

Your back arches as he adds a second finger, the curl of them earning a cry that makes you grateful that there isn’t anyone but Law around to hear it. The work of his fingers inside you gets steadier as pressure tightens in your lower stomach, hips rolling to chase it ㅡ and then Law is slipping his fingers free, making you whine in protest.

“My apologies,” he murmurs, but there’s a teasing gleam to his eyes and curl to his lips as he continues, “but you make such pretty noises.”

You’re not sure that your cheeks can get any redder than they already are and you look away. “Hush.”

Law huffs a soft laugh as he peppers soft kisses against the column of your throat, nudging your legs apart enough that he can position himself properly. “Getting shy now? Cute.”

“You’re the one running your mouth,” you argue, curling a hand into his hair and tugging just hard enough that he groans in response. The nudge of him against your entrance brings you back to what you’re currently doing, and he pulls away to look at you.

“We don’t have to…if you don’t want to.” Even now, he wants to make sure that you understand that you have just as much call in this as he does ㅡthe last thing that Law ever wants to do is to hurt you or ruin the trust that you have in him.

You reach, caressing his face and smiling when he leans into it, the warmth of his face against your palm. “I trust you,” you murmur, coaxing him down for a kiss.

The sink of his length into you is slow until his hips are flush against yours, one of his hands fisting into the sheets as he allows you to adjust.

The roll of Law's hips starts out slow, though the pace picks up as you writhe beneath him, hands against his back to make him hiss at the dig of your blunt nails against his skin.

It's quiet save for soft, punched out moans and the creak of the bed beneath you, the buzz of want and need sparking in your veins with every thrust of Law's hips against yours.

The tension from before builds faster now, an ache that the drag of him inside you feeds as you manage to sling a leg around his hips and drag him closer to you.

Law's hand wanders in from your hip to press his thumb against the little swollen bundle of nerves and rubbing tight circles into it.

Later you'll be embarrassed for how loud your cry of Law's name is, but right now the pleasure that floods your system makes it hard to focus on anything but him and how he's making you feel.

Your walls clench hard around Law, hard tension snapping like an over taut rubber band as you cum, clinging to him. Law's thrusts stutter, hissing at how tight you are around him before he's pressing as deep as he can and cumming as well, shuddering as he fills you.

There's soft affection to be had in the come down of your highs, the thread of your hand through his hair and the soft praise murmured against your skin that makes your chest ache.

"Should clean up," Law finally mumbles, "before the others get back."

You hum, shivering as he pulls free before climbing off of you and reaching to pick you up. "Better be cuddles after or I'm dumping you."

It's clear you're joking for the way you cuddle into him, and Law rolls his eyes, even as his expression softens. "Of course. Anything for you."

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #anonymous #ㅡanswered.

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bugs1nmybrain · 5 months

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Kisses with Shigaraki Imagines *mwah*

Warnings: NSFW, Minors Don't Interact (18+), fluff, Shigaraki is a weirdo

You may or may not have been his first kiss

He was honestly nervous as fuck when you started to lean in because he's like "Uhh my lips are mad chapped n my breath stinks." But regardless he wants to kiss you and lets it happen

He's not exceptionally good at first but he's definitely generous. A lot of movement in his mouth and likes to slip his tongue across your lips. Sometimes it feels like he's sucking your face.

He pops a hard af boner for your first kiss

If you two sleep together he'll steal kisses from you before and after you sleep

His lips are definitely dry and chapped, and even some permanent cracks. Sometimes they're sore. But his lips are actually decently supple and soft despite that.

He will kiss you in front of people. Especially around league members and other business partnerships. He's proud of you and likes showing you off.

His thought process behind that is, "haha these losers get to see my clingy and horny girlfriend attached to my hip. Hope they're jealous."

Addicted to kissing you somedays especially if you're chilling in his room all day

Will just trap you in his arms and demand kisses

Those kisses can easily reach your neck

He bites

Very sloppy kisser

Make-out sessions are HEATED. They're very hungry and possessive. Somewhat desperate. His hands will end up on you but don't worry he usually wears his special lil gloves around you.

Gropes you when you kiss if he's feeling affectionate. Your boobs are not safe.

He has, and I quote, said "Mwah-hah-hah" before attacking you in smooches

Kiss his rough forehead and cheeks, he'll actually melt

If you initiate the kisses he'll get a huge grin on his face. He loves feeling desired.

Give him some Altoids.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shiggy headcanons

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neptune-writez · 1 year

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kisses w/ the south park boys!

notes 🌷 gn!reader, this is js pure hcs! characters all aged up to 16+! no cartman

STAN M.

his kisses are fast, mostly pecks.

he prefers to kiss your cheek more than on your lips, he thinks it's much more easier ( in truth he's just flustered. )

he also likes to caress your cheek, or trace shapes on it, then surprise you with a small smooch

absolutely melts when you kiss him back, he breaks into a giddy smile. and sometimes one kiss leads to another, leading to tons of kisses on his face, accompanied with stan's dark red face.

he doesn't get a lot of kisses in public, since there's always a chance that he might puke all over you without warning.

it has happened over three times.

You don't really mind it, but Stan's reactions & apologies are the cutest.

KENNY M.

his kisses depends on his mood.

sometimes it's short but lingering kisses, to long and passionate kisses, always becoming make-out sessions.

he just can't have enough of you!

every time he kisses you, he leaves a strong scent of weed on you.

he thinks it's cool. it takes you all your might to tell him very politely that it stinks.

when he kisses you on the lips, you can clearly feel his chapped lips against yours. the texture is dry but feels heavenly in ways you can't explain.

he often swings his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body.

claims it's a habit of his.

he isn't afraid to kiss you on the lips in front of his friends, especially cartman.

no bcs why should he not?

KYLE B.

his kisses are full of comfort and assurance.

very awkward at kissing, even after a long time.

his face goes a shade of pink when you kiss him back. he never succeeds at playing it cool. ( he tries to! )

but his kisses are top tier. they feel like heaven above.

he likes to kiss your forehead.

even if you have bangs, he pushes them up just to kiss you, much to your protest.

won't admit it but he loves kissing you. wants to let you know that he loves you 24/7

is a bit embarrassed about kissing you in public.

his hair sometimes gets in the way of kissing you.

it's hilarious.

TWEEK T.

his kisses are electrifying and always unexpected.

when I say he doesn't know how to kiss, I mean REALLY.

he shoves his whole face forcefully into yours when you both kiss.

sometimes he just does it out of nowhere, and it doesn't give you any time to prepare for it.

he pushes you down when he leans in, and he falls right on top of you, squishing you in the process.

he says its accidental but at some point you've gotten suspicious that he's been doing this out of fun.

another way is that he clasps your face with both his hands on either sides to keep you in place when you both kiss.

it's cute and much more safe!

there's always a 'mwah!' sound when you both part lips.

there's always a scent of coffee lingering in his mouth too.

his favorite place to kiss you are your lips, obviously.

you prefer to do the kissing.

CRAIG T.

his kisses are short but meaningful.

a hugs >> kisses kind of person.

he completely has a blank expression when he kisses you. but you can see some blush on his cheeks if you squint closely enough.

giggles like a schoolgirl when you kiss him back.

doesn't do it in front of you but waits when you leave then he starts giggling hysterically.

his lips are quite smooth.

you can feel his braces through his kisses.

he likes waiting for you at your locker and kissing you as a greeting.

it's sweet, actually.

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luvsellie · 1 year

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OMG YES 1K CONGRATS MWAH💋❤️❤️

could you do Ellie with prompt “fuck, how mad would you be if i kissed you?” I HOPE U ENJOY UR EVENT ❤️❤️

— pairing ellie x fem!reader | wc 0.4k | prompt "fuck, how mad would you be if i kissed you?" | note AHHHHHH LITERALLY SQUEALING I LOVE WHEN YOU INTERACT WITH ME !!! THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS BABE 💗💗

09:30 pm

being ellie’s friend was…interesting, to say the least. between always crossing the thin line of relationship and friendship, and constantly getting asked if the two of you were together yet, there was never any way of truly guessing what you were to her. so you settled for the term friend.

but even with that label, your hangouts felt a little heavier to just be ‘hangouts,’ the tension that rose every time you were around the auburn-haired girl sometimes became unbearable. it didn’t help, either, when ellie consistently added to your confusion.

she was sweet, perhaps a little too sweet, and that led to your current position—lying on old blankets in the back of a truck bed with ellie. you may have been staring up at the night sky, but every one of your other senses was tuned to the way your friend’s hand clasped yours. it was unlike her to make a move like that, however, you hadn’t hesitated in giving her warm palm a squeeze.

she was looking at you, head turned in a way that made it incredibly obvious, and when she pulled your intertwined hands onto her stomach, you grew the guts to say, “i can feel you staring at me.”

you saw her smile out of the corner of your eye. “good. i’ve been subtly trying to get your attention for the past five minutes,” she said.

“what?” your brows knitted together as you met her gaze, both confused and surprised.

ellie ignored your short question and abruptly looked at the sky. you watched, puzzled when she licked her chapped lips and ran her free hand over her face. she’s contemplating something, you realized quickly. and just as you opened your mouth to ask her what was on her mind, she cursed under her breath. “fuck.” her green eyes finally met yours again. “how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

her question caught you off guard, somehow even more than you had been previously, and you found yourself struggling to come up with a proper response. “i…i wouldn’t be mad. not at all.”

“good,” she said quickly.

without another word, she leaned over, freeing her hand from yours and tilting your chin toward her as she kissed you.

her lips were sweet against yours, hands rough as she held you close, continuously molding her mouth with yours. she wanted nothing but you and, by some miracle, she finally had exactly that.

when she pulled away, your hot breath mixing with hers, she grinned. and even under the dark night sky, you could see her eyes twinkle, their glow mixing with the stars above her.

“i like you,” ellie confessed quietly, shifting so she was propped up on an elbow. “a lot.”

sighing deeply, you grabbed her hand again and brought it to your lips. you gently kissed the back of her palm before pressing it to your cheek. “luckily, i like you a lot too.”

#luvsellie 1k event !!#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou ellie #tlou2 #ellie williams tlou #ellie #the last of us x reader #ellie williams fanfic #the last of us p2 #the last of us part two #ellie williams x fem reader

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bibuddie · 1 year

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"kissing to prove a point" for the First Kisses prompt

@mandzuking17 also requested this so mwah!! i hope you both enjoy...whatever this is

"I don't see what your fucking problem is—"

"You could've died, Buck! That's my fucking problem."

Buck scoffs, tossing his keys onto the kitchen table, whirling around to face Eddie. "I was doing my job."

Eddie shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he lets out a breath. "You should've waited for backup—"

"Oh? Like you wouldn't have done the exact same thing in my position?" Buck spits out, venom in his words. "We were running out of time—"

"There's never enough time Buck! But you need to stop acting like—" Eddie's mouth clamps shut as he averts his eyes, Buck's eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Like what?"

Eddie shakes his head, moving to step around Buck towards the fridge. "Doesn't matter—"

Buck clasps a gentle hand around his wrist, a gentle restraint that seems to do the trick in stopping Eddie right in his tracks. "It does. It does to me."

Eddie's eyes drop to where Buck's hand encloses his wrist, wetting his lips as his voice drops to a whisper. "You're not expendable, Buck. I told you that."

Buck swallows around the lump appearing in his throat. "I— I know—"

"No, I don't think you do." Eddie says, sighing as he turns to face Buck, looking him in the eye for the first time since the exchange began. "You're always so willing to throw yourself head first into danger, zero thought about it. You do it like— like you don't think it'd have any impact on anyone around you."

"I just don't see what—"

"Three minutes and seventeen seconds."

Buck's mouth clamps shut, his eyes widening as Eddie continues. "You were dead for three minutes and seventeen seconds. You were gone. I was— we were living in a world without you for three minutes and seventeen seconds, and it was..." Eddie trails off, shaking his head slightly as his eyes slip closed like it physically pains him. "You mean more to us— to me than you could possibly know. Why can't you see that?"

Buck sucks in a sharp breath as he regards Eddie. Since the lightning strike, they've largely avoided talking about...well, any of it. There's been something hanging over them now for a long while, a lot of words going unspoken between them. Mainly, Buck thinks, because they're afraid. They know that if they open that box, there's no closing it.

Buck thinks it's ready to spill over.

"Show me." he whispers

"What?"

Buck steps closer to Eddie, their toes touching and breaths mixing. "Show me what I mean to you."

Eddie's eyes widen a hair as he takes in the proximity before they soften in a way that has Buck's toes curling inside his shoes. His hand cups Buck's cheek tenderly, like he's something precious, and he begins leaning in slowly, a question in his eyes. Are you sure? Buck nods minutely, allowing his eyes to slip closed as their foreheads touch in the last moment before it all changes.

Their lips brush gently against one another at first, a feather light touch before Eddie presses forward properly and they're kissing. Eddie's lips are chapped and his body is warm and Buck's hands take purchase on his waist. His lips part and Eddie takes the opportunity presented, slipping his tongue into Buck's mouth and coaxing noises out of him Buck didn't even know he could make.

It could be one minute or ten they're stood there kissing before Eddie pulls back slowly, Buck's eyes opening a couple of seconds later. He can't help the smile that seems to take over his lips, feeling his heart swell in his chest so much he thinks it might burst.

"...I think you might need to remind me."

Eddie's laughter fills the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and for once, Buck feels whole.

first kiss prompts

#911 on fox #buddie #buddie fic #rebecca writes #SJKJKSJKSJKS this turned into a monster

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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hii can you write more cyno fluff?? or other sumeru's chars?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Cyno, beloved Cyno~

a/n: of course I can write more Cyno for you, dear!! I'll do more Sumeru characters if you want in a separate piece.

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly always mwah <3

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Cyno likes telling you what he thinks are the greatest jokes in history, but should you even wince at how cringe it was, you'll be in for a full-on lecture on how he came up with the joke and the message behind it. You're not dumb 🙄🤨‼️ You're kinda going to have to tell him that you understand the joke, but him being him, once he's in the middle of his lecture he won't really stop 🤷🏾

Cyno isn't all bark and bite and grr 😤, my guy's a sweetheart. When he's finished with serving justice, you can guarantee he'll come back to you, every single time. Cap off, shirtless, next to you. Control yourself, will you? He'll lay down next to you and talk all about his day, bearing in mind he doesn't ever shut up, and thrpw one of his arms around you and give you back rubs.

Cyno's lips are rough and slightly chapped because of the desert conditions, so it's comforting for you to put chapstick on his lips, or kiss it on him, and lest him know that you don't feel disgusted being with him. One thing I will say, is that he doesn't like short kisses. Whilst they are more convenient seeing as his job as a protector is demanding, he wants nothing more than for both of your lips to meet and be captured in a long, sweet kiss. And you can tell it was a sweet when either when you're both breathless, your whatever you put on your lips are smudged and printed onto Cyno's, or you end up making eye contact and start giggling <3

#ainsley answers #ainsley's gift pile #ainsley writes #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x black reader #genshin x poc!reader #genshin fluff #cyno x reader #cyno x gn reader #cyno x gender neutral reader #cyno fluff #cyno x you #cyno x y/n

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asoiafpostsfromanothertimeline · 1 year

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r/asoiaf is so hysterical bc like. “stannis kissing davos on the lips after raising him up to a lord doesn’t mean he’s gay” okay sure i know that kissing on the lips to pledge your allegiance to a new lord is like, westerosi tradition but like. it’s usually performed in front of a septon like. no one ELSE WAS THERE!!! stannis literally didn’t need to do that but he puckered up those thin chapped greying lips baby!!!! mwah

#stavos #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #unreality #posts

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pixyys · 1 year

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Ello pixyys! I have a request BUT PLEASE DO THIS AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK AND FINALS!!! AND TAKE YOUR TIME PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU BURNING OUT!

so for my request, can I request the Flags with a reader who really likes classical music and hates any sacrilegious-ness and they are able to play the piano and other instruments too? And they have really good classical music knowledge and can name any piece in like a few seconds- wait why am I sounding like I'm describing myself ;-;

ANYWAYSSS stay safe drink water get enough sleep I love you mwah

— artistic elegance.

bsd characters with a reader who likes classical music, plays various musical instruments and despises sacrilege. (fellow twosetters, iykyk👀)

ft. the flags + some small extras at the end :)

warnings/notes. gn! reader

💌HII SILVER!! thank you for the request!! and aa tysm i love you too <33 i love that gif! bsd wan gives me life (´͈ ᵕ `͈ ) also! i'm still not that familiar with the flags' personalities, so they might be a bit ooc :" but i hope this is up to your expectations!

piano man

piano man is a cultured gentleman! he may not be as well-versed in classical music as you do. but he might know one or two of the popular pieces.

this man is a man of whimsy and cruel elegance. needless to say, he respects art and delicacy. and more than all, he is drawn to your immaculate and refined taste in music.

he loves hearing you talk about your interest! from your long rambles about a particular piece to small trivia about concerts and the likes.

he will reassure you that he's not using piano wires to strangle people (lmao)

please please please make a joke about how "piano man" can't play the piano (silver iykyk haha)

if you're willing, piano man will be interested in learning the piano from you. at least to honour his name (it's just his ploy to spend more time with you <3)

he'll come to your concerts and see you play if you're performing in one <3 alternatively, you both go to orchestras and classical music concerts together

he's also canonically fastidious, so he respects perfection. he's inwardly proud if you're very dedicated to your practices. he likes hardworking people.

however! he'll know when to stop you when you're overworking yourself. when your eyebrows start to crease and that gleam in your eyes whenever your fingers dance on the piano keys fades away, he'll silently approach you, gently reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss on your cheek.

"you've done enough, love. you're amazing. you'll do splendidly."

does stopping you from practising 40 hours a day count as sacrilege? probably. as much as he hates upsetting you, piano man is willing to commit any sin if it's meant for your well-being and safety </3

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lippmann

another chap who's fairly familiar with classical music. i'm sure some of his movies use classical music as soundtracks, and at some point, he has most likely acted as a musician character.

very intrigued by your extensive knowledge of musical instruments and classical pieces. he will definitely ask you for some pointers for when he has to act in a musical performance scene.

oh boy. the poor guy doesn't know what he signed up for.

"your wrist is too low. your bowing looks off," you comment as you both watch a particular scene where he act-plays the violin.

from then on, he takes your suggestions and corrections very seriously, which he is very grateful for because they help his acting career too.

more than anything though, lippmann doesn't want to upset you by committing "sacrilege"—as you like to call it.

you can teach him, let's say, a violin, or any other musical instrument. alternatively, you can take crash courses together as cute little dates <3 (all the more opportunity to flex your skills and impress him haha)

he's doing it very well, though. he's a fast learner. it's almost unfair how he has a natural talent for almost everything; from acting to negotiation skills.

he is.. very pretty.. regardless if people recognize him as a popular actor or not. so you may start regretting it when everyone from the course is starting to crowd him lmao. maybe this is not a very good idea after all,,

but! imagine this:

it's well-known that lippmann's music-acting is getting more realistic and accurate. there's this particular scene in a romance movie he starred in that causes quite a ruckus among his fans: the character he acted is playing a piece dedicated to his beloved. but his act-performance is just so 'full of love' and everyone goes crazy over it. when an interview session asks him about how he did this, he just smiles into the camera and,

"oh, i did picture a special person during that scene. they've helped me a lot, and i'm very grateful for them. you can say that 'performance' was dedicated for them."

i digress. but i'd simply die lmao

oh well, the internet will go crazy, again. "hit actor lippmann's secret muse!?" as said by the headline of the tabloid magazine. but eh, as they said, all's well should end well.. probably.

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albatross

no matter how i see him, albatross is a menace (lmao)

he's likely to not know a lot about classical music and musical instruments in general. but hey! trying is also a love language.

probably gets curious when you are practising. after you explain to him the basics, there is a high chance he'll go "oh! as i expected, you're very amazing! i think i'll go for the triangle instead." 💀

he's just very impressed at whatever you're doing. you pulled off a particularly difficult, or just a so-so piece? "woah! that is so cool!" you somehow manage to name any classical piece playing within five seconds? "what kind of sorcery are you doing?!" you're going on a long ramble about how a movie depicted orchestras and piano-playing very very wrongly? albatross has no idea what you're talking about. but whatever you're doing, don't stop. he likes seeing you all happy and enthusiastic. there's something about how your eyes light up or how a smile bloom on your lips. they never fail to make his day brighter.

this man is competitive. at one point, he will start listening to classical pieces and make it a competition on who can name a piece's title whenever there's one playing. of course, he loses, every time. can't forget that time he called Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 "that one tom and jerry song."

"it's a piece, not a song, albatross."

"but it's still in tom and jerry."

well, he's not wrong, technically.

albatross will probably get excited (and be embarrassing), gushing over you if he ever comes to see you perform in a concert or the like. "look at them! they're so cool!" he'll half-whisper to anyone sitting close to him until he receives several warning glares for being noisy. oh well, at least he knows not to clap during auditions.

please prevent this man from doing any more sacrilege (lmao i keep on slandering him, sorry albatross you're a real one for this </3)

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iceman

this man canonically likes to drink coffee and listen to records—a side only a few people know, and you're one of those few people.

he listens to a variety of genres, and classical pieces vinyl take up considerable space in his collection. he may be the closest to being fairly knowledgeable in classical pieces as you are.

he might not be the type to play a musical instrument himself. instead, he adores hearing you play. not that the recordings are bad, but your playing is just much more relaxing and the sounds flow better to his ears.

maybe above all, it's your presence that he finds peace from. either way, iceman is glad he can know someone who shares an overall similar interest with him.

you both can go to a record store! watch him just chuckle in amusement whenever you perk up as the store plays a classical piece, then immediately recognize the piece's title. he finds your enthusiasm cute. and not to mention, that broad knowledge is impressive. even he can't remember that many classical pieces.

he will be very grateful if you shove a good amount of music recommendations to him, or make a playlist for him! iceman might just listen to it in his free time because they remind him of you <3

in terms of sacrilege, he doesn't really mind much and leans on the more chill side. oh? that movie you're both watching is playing a very badly acted orchestra scene? he finds the way you internally cringe amusing. but iceman understands how such things really upset you, so he'll be there to listen to your rambles and criticisms.

all in all, he's a very chill but loving guy <3

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doc

he is mostly ambivalent about classical music and musical instruments. but as a doctor, he knows well that classical music is scientifically proven to be able to reduce stress and alleviate anxiety.

for that reason, he might know one or two things about classical music. but nothing too in-depth besides the fact it has some therapeutic effects to it.

hence! it's the perfect opportunity to tell him everything you know! (and flex when you're at it)

"doc! don't you know that not all classical music is relaxing? for example this one-"

he watches curiously as you show him a recorded piece, the '1812 overture.' he did expect and somewhat know that there are fast-paced and energetic classical pieces out there. but he did not expect canon fires incorporated into the piece.

"this sounds like it'll give people from the mafia anxiety instead."💀

but yeah. as someone who studied a lot, and used to be a student before being a doctor, he seems like the type who appreciates knowledge very much. he is intrigued by the tidbits of occasionally out-of-pocket trivia you casually bring up.

all the same, he likes listening to you play after he's done with his work, or during his day off. being a doctor can be more stressful than being on the front lines, as there are many injuries he had to treat as soon as possible, and he has to handle occasional foolish and careless individuals who don't heed his warnings.

but! doc, hence his name, is a doctor. he will not take it kindly if you're pushing yourself with your practice, or being too anxious about an upcoming concert or performance. while not musically adept enough to help you with practices, doc will try his best to calm you down, reminding you that fatigue can ruin your concentration too. he's heard you play and practice multiple times, so he reassures you that all you need is just rest and you'll ace the performance.

all things considered, he just really cares for your well-being <3

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♡ extra! ♡

adam will take you to a museum of musical instruments. fascinating. you can see not only today's instruments, but also pianos, violins, and cellos over the years. this man can and will give you elongated lectures about each instrument. fun and informative!

chuuya is very extra himself, and he will do the same in handling your interest; if you want, he'll take you to equally very extra operas and concerts, where you all dress up fancy and wear those nifty galilean binoculars to see the stage. classy!

verlaine probably doesn't understand why or how you grow to like music, particularly classical music very much. but! he is fond of how you're very passionate about it, and not sharing the same interest won't stop him to ask you for a dance—a slow waltz only yours and your own to share with him. during late nights after private dinners, he sways you gently, holding you close; whether with a piece playing in the background or just the sound of your hums and heartbeat. your steps may be clumsy or hesitant, but he will catch you before you stumble.

end notes. aaand that's a wrap! not me imagining date scenarios with each one of them lmao. was in a very fluffy mood haha! had a lot of fun writing this

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