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cherryview · 3 months
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omg no!! hope the year’s just getting all the little bads out of the way before some Big Good </33 please have lots of the lemon ginger tea and honey i’m sending over telepathically!! 🫡 what did you have at the lunch! anything particularly delicious?
(also, pretty belatedly: shadowheart on bass is Such A Thought. will need even more time to process how wonderful that'd be. and also makes me think you may enjoy the game/interactive fiction 'Infamous' if you've never seen it, to pass time as you rest! ++ i’m pretty bad at picking favourite songs, fav feels like Such A Title i end up deliberating about which one it is until it’s changed, but i’ve really liked ao no sumika by tatsuya kitani! or so alright, cool, whatever by the happy fits! do you have a song you like to keep on to pass time while cleaning? or are you a ‘silent cleaner’ type?)
drinking the tea as we speak!! (i only have peach + probiotic tea in my cabinet.. and i have to say a prayer before i drink tea bc i really don’t like it)
i had chicken tenders!! nothing special but i ♥️ them <3
ALSO: no need to apologize!!! infamous… will be researching now… ++ my favorite song right now (i know no one asked but i like to over share) is ceilings by lizzy mcalpine or maybe melting by kali…
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dating draco headcannons pleasee
𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- draco malfoy
a/n: favourite blondie and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open luv you, teddy
currently playing- forever favourite by t i y a
warnings- none i think-, suggestive thoughts at mos, i believe its gender neutral but there are mentions of the hips and waist? do what you will with that information
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he's such a dashing boy i swear to merlin-
okay so starting of i know how he comes of as a idgaf and i don't show love to anyone but my mummy when i get tucked into bed
BUT if you tell me that he is not an absolute simp for you then i will come and find you cause baby you deserve the simp, even if it slightly resembles a ferret
but everyone knew before u oml. Blaze be tellin everyone but you. its giving "i know something you don't knoww"
bestie is smitten with you but he's so confident about it, like he knows you're into assholes who are simps for u
you get lots of advances, don't lie. Draco is usually very confident about you cause he knows he is the one. he is it
but obviously Malfoy has a jealous streak and i am here for it.
i think of him as to be morally gray, you always had a thing for those (remember kids this is only for fictional characters)
he loves you and he's gonna make it everyone's problem
attention whore Draco Malfoy all the way mfs. he just has to bask in your attention, its a need not a want
HIS WINKS. they are so adorable and it just opens up a zoo
his hands everywhere. thighs, waist, hips. everywhere.
just very touchy
okaokau his way of flirting will be so top notch, he'll will be the most massive flirt but i can see him also flirting w insults in the initial phase.
like a third year malfoy trying so hard to get you attention but not confident enough to fully just flirt
but most of the time people cant tell if you're flirting or arguing
yk he's always looking at you (when will it be my turn)
his go to would be the origamis and you would keep them cause they smell like his cologne
next comes the vibe, this man has the big dick energy oh my god. he gives the old rich boy vibes and you live to see him suits heheh
he literally could get you anything u want so miss you're pampered
fussy blond who needs you to keep him in check is the only way to describe it
quidditch matches. he looks so fine in them god help me
he may be a seeker but he's your golden snitch (get it, cause he's blonde, I'm funny okay)
steel those jerseys, its gonna be your last name anyway
he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat
would do you to your favourite song
*added to the friend group*
forget boyfriend material, he's husband material
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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months
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☆teapartyprincess4two☆
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INTRODUCTION ✨
Hello!! Welcome to my blog where I’m currently writing fanfiction (KEY WORD: FICTION) for:
☆ The Sturniolo Triplets
☆ Johnnie Guilbert
☆ Jake Webber
☆ That Mexican OT
☆ Lip Gallagher (Shameless)
☆ 5 Seconds of Summer
GET TO KNOW ME 🧸
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MUAH hello honey bunchessss my name is Sam & I’m 21 years old (PISCES RISE!!) here are some fun ways to learn about me:
☆ Accurate Representations Of My Personality:
1. Snooki (Jersey Shore)
2. Tara Yummy (that Tara Yummy mindset 💋)
3. Christopher Sturniolo (when he’s on his yap rants)
4. Poppy (Trolls; small, pink, and ANNOYING)
5. Sokka (ATLA; older sibling who won’t stop yapping)
6. Fiona Gallagher (Shameless; protective older sister)
☆About Me:
I love anything pink and girly, which is why my blog is pink/coquette themed hehehe, but I’m an enthusiast of ALL aesthetics. I have a wide variety of interests and have learned to appreciate different genres of music, movies, and shows. So, although I’m extremely girly, my playlists consists of anything from reggaeton, rap, and pop. Also, I’ll watch Narcos while I paint my nails idgaf.
I’m a Latina from Texas🤠which I’m sure you’ll figure out from my favorite lists below 👇🏻lmaooo
I’ve written fanfiction for as long as I can remember, but I stopped writing once a lot of the people I would write for stopped putting out more content. Some of the people I used to write for were the Dolan Twins, One Direction, and 5SOS. 5SOS never stopped putting out music but at that point I lost inspiration to write.
So, join me on this journey as I once again hyper fixate and write my little heart out 😭
Also, because I’ve gotten this question a lot, I’m a ✨Matt✨ girl 😋
TOP 10 FAVORITES 🦢
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Here are lists of my top 10 favorites for each topic. I was going to do top 5, but that’s too hard lololol. They’re not organized in any particular order, but No Doubt and Gwen Stefani are my top in music for sureeeee.
☆ Music:
1. No Doubt/ Gwen Stefani (LOVE ANGEL MUSIC BABY!!)
2. 5SOS
3. That Mexican OT
4. Jack Harlow
5. Peso Pluma
6. Café Tacvba
7. Calle 13
8. Lady Gaga
9. Doja Cat
10. Kali Uchis
☆ Movies:
1. Nacho Libre
2. Freedom Writers
3. Pride and Prejudice
4. American Ultra
5. School of Rock (nostalgic reasons, but also a good movie)
6. Avatar & Avatar: The Way of Water
7. Mean Girls
8. Confessions of a Shopaholic
9. Don’t Worry Darling
10. Legally Blonde
☆ Shows:
1. Shameless
2. Orange Is The New Black
3. Narcos
4. The Last of Us
5. Bob’s Burgers
6. Bojack Horseman
7. Rick & Morty
8. Bridgerton/ Queen Charlotte
9. Jersey Shore
10. Glee
HAVE FUN READING🎀
Thank you for reading this short introduction about me, I hope you all enjoy reading! Don’t forget to send in messages and requests. Click the tags below to find your requested fic or an anon response!
KK HONEY BUNCHES LUV U BYEEE😋
- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗
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citrustan · 3 years
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lovefool [1/6] (jjk)
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pairing: jeon jungkook × reader
genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut (right at the beginning and some more towards the end of the beginning but none after that!)
summary: your boyfriend's pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.
word count: 4k - this story will have around 3 or 4 parts. (six parts + drabbles)
warnings: IDK how to write smut ok so yes pretty wild of me to begin w it. oc is very insecure and jealous, oc and yuna are passive aggressive towards each other and jungkook is trying his best, also, long platinum blonde haired tattoo artist jungkook w his beautiful sleeve tattoo.
note: please note that this is one of my first attempts at fan fiction writing and it’s not very polished. i will be editing it in the near future, some scenes are rushed and i have not managed to fill in the gaps yet. the plot remains the same but i’ll definitely add more dialogue. thanks for reading luvs! It's edited!
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Jungkook ran his fingertips across your clothed collarbone, "I love this turtleneck on you."
You knew that, you smile. You were checking yourself out in Jungkook’s room when your gorgeous boyfriend decided he wanted to play.
His other hand travels down to your tummy from your shoulder, pressing your back closer against his abs. You gently tilt your head back and rest it on his chest. He caresses your neck and chest while simultaneously rubbing his palm in circular motions on your stomach and leans his head down to your neck, peppering kisses along your jawline.
Your arms awkwardly hang at your sides, hands clenched into fists. Your face is probably redder than a strawberry at this point, you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand. He cups your tits and toys with your nipples.
You grind back on his crotch, making him breathe out a low-pitched moan.
He stops playing your breasts for a quick second to tuck your hair behind your ears, "You know, we have around thirty minutes before she gets here. Will you let me eat you out?"
You’re embarrassed by how wet Jungkook got you just by a little softcore groping.
Jungkook grabs your tits a little harsher this time, your small gasps and moans of appreciation encourage him.
"Hm, yea..." You squeeze your thighs together as tightly as you could.
His large hand slides down from your stomach to your thighs, lifting your pleated tennis skirt up. He gawks at your reflection in the mirror in front of you, "Babe, fuck, you have no panties on?"
At this, you’re a little flushed and you look at him wide eyed, accusing him, "You were the one who asked me to not wear them...!"
"Well- I don't- I didn't expect you to actually not wear them..." Jungkook almost whines out.
You could see his ears turning red, he's so shy he barely makes any eye contact with you.
That's Jungkook for you. He really could switch up just like that.
You giggled for a good two seconds before he suddenly palms your cunt making you abruptly stop, "Do you wanna take this to the bed or the beanbag?"
"I'm thinking, you don’t have clean sheets so- wow... the beanbag?" You lean back into him further, knees buckling from the sudden pressure he applies on your pussy.
His cold finger inserts itself in between your lips, brushing gently against your clit. He moans in your ear and kisses it making you tremble.
He wants you to look at him through the mirror but you’re too shy.
The cold air and Jungkook all over you is certainly a combination you can get used to.
You're about to detach from him and crawl to his beanbag chair, because you doubted you had the energy to walk immediately, when your doorbell rang four times, consecutively. Your heart fucking dropped into your stomach.
It’s her and of course, she's early.
Jungkook can kiss his kinky night goodbye. You were finally gonna let him tie you up tonight.
You don't like her a whole lot and Jungkook knows that.
You and she were acquaintances and almost friends before you started dating her best friend. You first met her in the restaurant across from Jungkook’s tattoo store (he doesn’t own it, he just works there part time for now). You exchanged numbers and ran into each other at the restaurant frequently, despite of which neither of you of you initiated a proper conversation over text.
You found her very beautiful, you still do. After a month or two, you ran into Jungkook and Yuna at the local grocery store and had thought they were in a relationship or something of that sort. But then Jungkook didn't waste any time asking you out, debunking that previous thought. He had begged Yuna to introduce you.
You don't know if it was some unrequited crush or whether they had a romantic history, but you weren’t keen on wanting to find out either. It doesn't matter because Jungkook has told you he likes you and you only. But now, from time to time, you're starting to really question it. Nothing, in particular, points to confirm that theory, it’s just some good old overthinking and jealousy.
Jungkook cursed staring down at his hard on. There’s absolutely no way he could get rid of it before Yuna asks for him.
You sighed, "I'll get the door, go grab jeans or something other than sweats and I'll change after you're done." You didn't wait for him to respond and hurried into his kitchen to grab paper towels to wipe your thighs and your (now) dry cunt. You washed your hands and calmly walked to open the door.
Five, four, three, two, one, you count down before you answered.
"Oh, _____, hey,” you were greeted by a smiling Yuna. “I didn't think you'd be here so soon!"
Pfft sure you didn’t.
You wouldn’t dare mistake her smile for genuine kindness.
"Hi, Yu."
...
...
"Why are you standing by the door? Where's Yuna?" Jungkook's voice startles you. "Right here!" Yuna steps right in, unintentionally pushing you back (but you don’t believe it to be accidental).
You move to the side and hold the door open for her majesty, trying not to slam it on her fingers while she makes herself comfortable, switching from her shoes to her home slippers.
Yes, she has designated slippers at Jungkook’s place. YOU don’t have designated slippers but you’re currently making a mental note to buy adorable, fuzzy slippers for yourself. Maybe you can even get matching ones for you and your boyfriend. And they’re going to look prettier than Yuna’s stupid lilac slippers!
She didn't bother putting her shoes on the shoe rack where they’re supposed to go and ran to YOUR boyfriend, hugging the life out of him, "It's been too long since I last hung out with you!"
Even though she saw him last week!
You bite the insides of your cheek and angrily set her stupid little shoes on the rack. Her feet are smaller than yours despite her being taller than you.
"Oh, are you that happy to see me?" Yuna jokes (or you hope she does) briefly eyeing his trousers.
Your mouth slightly drops open. You’re not having a good day. You understand she's his best friend but GOD, his girlfriend's RIGHT HERE. You could see the shame and terror on Jungkook’s face. He awkwardly laughs it off.
Jungkook knows he's in a little pickle, but it isn’t his fault Yuna joked about it in front of you! He doesn’t control her, contrary to popular belief.
Also, he totally blames his hot girlfriend (that’s you) for getting him all riled up in the first place.
He also knows Yuna was never really a fan of any of his girlfriends, not just you, but you were so much different than his previous girlfriends and Yuna was literally the one to introduce the two of you. And he knows you think Yuna likes him more than a person would like a friend and although he thinks that it's just your insecurity projecting, he wouldn't dare tell you that at the risk of it coming off the wrong way.
Now that it was getting closer to the semester's end, there wasn't a lot of free time before the exams and Jungkook is supposed to leave for a month to see his parents right after the assessment tests.
This was his last free weekend before he began to prep for his exams and he was in his fourth and final year of business school.
You were still in your first year and your workload was a bit lighter. You offered to hang around and help Jungkook, but you always end up distracting him.
You then came to a mutual decision to only text during his study break and meet only after his exams, right before he leaves for Busan.
Although, it sounds a tad extreme to not hang out at all, it’s not set in stone or anything. You’re free to walk in anytime you want to and vice versa but you’d rather him not travel and waste his time.
With that being discussed, this was YOUR time with Jungkook. YOUR weekend. You hate that you had to share him with his best friend, who has obviously gotten more time with him than you have.
However, you’re too timid to bring this up. Not wanting to be the type of controlling girlfriend who forbids her boyfriend from seeing his girl best friend for no real reason, you sit back and watch Yuna do what she wanted. That’d just be embarrassing. You secretly expected him to send her away himself but he’s too nice for that.
You don’t understand the dynamics of friends who are as close as the two, you’ve never had a friend who stuck by for that long.
Those two on the other hand, they grew up together, their parents probably planned their wedding and you’ve read too many ‘best friends to lovers’ trope stories.
You had tuned out the two friends' bickering, lost in your own thoughts of wringing both their necks. Not really, but yes.
Sometimes, you genuinely feel like you're third wheeling. You suppose it's normal to feel that way, considering your insecure and jealous nature, and they are really, very close after all. However, you are his girlfriend. It's ridiculous of you to expect him to choose between you two. You don't really want that either, you just feel really left out.
You're still crouched in front of the little shelf, and you hear Yuna announce that she was going to defrost and heat the pizza for them and make spaghetti for you because you don't like pizza (bite me).
You hate that she’s acting considerate. That was so unnecessary. You could do pizza but no, Miss. I’m The Perfect Girl Best Friend just had to rise above!
Jungkook finds you kneeling by the door and crouches next to you. You look at him over your shoulder. He ruffles your hair and pulls you up with him. You scoff.
He thinks you're adorable. He likes you so much it's almost creepy. He peeks from behind the wall, eyeing Yuna in the kitchen before he has his attention back on you.
You were now stood up with your arms crossed under your breasts. You looked so pretty when you're trying to be all stoic. He can already tell you weren't going to speak to him properly for the entire day. You knew Yuna was going to be here, you didn't even object to it, yet you were mad about it.
Girls, he thinks.
"Are you upse-"
"No," you cut him off. He chuckled at your squinted eyes.
You pressed your thighs together, shifting around a little and it dawned on him that you were still very naked under your tiny skirt. He wanted to do nothing more than lift your leg up over his shoulder and screw you. Or wait, maybe-
He drops down to his knees and lifts your skirt up. "Wait, wuh-", "Sh. It's going to take a while for her to get the pizzas heated, the oven is pretty old."
Oh?
Oh.
Oh, he’s good.
>:)
Jungkook kisses up your thighs while gently lifting your leg over his shoulder, giving him a lovely view of your pussy. You’re curiously staring down at him, very aware of a possible double chin forming so you quickly look up at his ceiling, taking a deep breath. He takes in your enticing scent. He wants to drink you.
Jungkook, not taking his eyes off your pussy, pushes your lips apart with two of his cold fingers. Your palm pushes against the wall, supporting your stance while your other hand paws at your tits.
Your eyes are now tightly shut, awaiting the bliss you’re about to be in. You can feel him breathing on your clit.
Jungkook is this close to putting his tongue directly on your clit when you hear a screech coming from the kitchen.
Jungkook drops his head on the leg you currently stood on and kisses your thigh as to apologize for stopping.
Yuna has the worst timing.
Or perhaps the best? For her,that is.
You’re not supposed to be fucking with someone else in the room, so you guess that’s fair. It’s still annoying.
You’ve given up at this point too. You might as well wear panties and a bra because you’re way past being aroused.
You put yourself together and stumble into Jungkook’s bedroom. You’re so agitated that you want to break down.
By the time you’ve changed into fresh underwear, Yuna and Jungkook had already set up the table. You spot yourself in the mirror looking visibly upset. It’s like you had a permanently frowny, wrinkled up face. You stretch your forehead and cheeks, but you can’t help but pout. You felt clingy and selfish. And rude.
You walk into Yuna admiring Jungkook’s sleeve tattoo as if she wasn’t there when it was done.
PFFT!
It just looks wrong to you but also personal enough to not interrupt them. She was smiling up at him, tracing his tattoos making him giggle like a toddler.
>:(
Neither of them noticed you quietly glaring at the scene unfolding in front of you.
You look down and your hands and crack your knuckles, immediately catching Jungkook’s attention, “Hello, gorgeous. You sure took your own sweet time in there, hm?”
You don’t know what that was supposed to mean but you were sensitive at this moment, and it was hard to handle his teasing insinuations.
You feel childish. Taking a small breath, you saunter over to the pair and look up at them, “Sooo, what’d I miss?”
“Well, Jungkook was just about to show off his new tattoo. I think this is the first time you got one without my knowledge, isn’t it?” she smiles.
Oh? You raise your brows and smile uncomfortably, looking up at Jungkook. His smile briefly falters but he catches himself, “Right! You’re going to love this one, kid.” He raises his bare arm up to his chest, flashing his recently tattooed wrist to the two of you.
You were unsure about who he was referring to.
Barely covering two inches of his skin is a beautiful design that you’ve seen quite a lot. It’s a stick and poke tattoo of a crescent moon with an eye in the centre, beside the moon. You do love it. You’ve seen it on a sticky note on his laptop, in his notebook and even on his fridge.
You open your mouth to admire his body art when you get cut off by Yuna’s sweet voice, “Oh, my gosh, Kook! That’s my design, isn’t it? It looks so wonderful on your arm. I’m so honoured!”
And just like that, your genuine smile and happiness turns into one of contempt.
Yuna has grabbed onto his arm, and she turns to you, “_____, what do you think?”
Jungkook looks at you, eagerly waiting for your praise. Yuna has a victorious and satisfied smile on her face, and you can’t tell if that’s aimed at your unsettlement or the idea of being a permanent part of Jungkook through this tattoo, or both.
“Well, it’s obviously symbolic. I think it’s lovely, as well.” You stutter out.
Jungkook doesn’t catch on to the insincerity and if Yuna does, she doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, the pretty girl jumps up to hug your boyfriend tight. For the second time in a matter of not even an hour.
You scratch the back of your neck, the action which Jungkook immediately identifies as a nervous tick.
“I’ll get the beers and wine before the food goes cold!” Yuna gives him a kiss on the cheek and runs off to the fridge.
Once again, which one of you is his girlfriend? She sure acts like it's her.
He then turns to you.
“Baby?” He pulls you into a hug. You can smell her perfume on him, and you feel like an angry dog whose owner betrayed her by petting other dogs.
“Do you feel okay? I’m sorry we were interrupted, I promise we’ll spend the rest of the weekend together, okay?” He whispers.
He has you smushed against his chest. You hear Yuna setting the glasses and bottles on the table beside you.
Jungkook pulls back and pecks your lips and forehead. You blush instantly. You’re a weak woman.
You cover your hands with your knitted sweater sleeves. You’re going to behave because your boyfriend promised himself to you for the entire weekend.
You’re once again adding mental notes about what you need to wear and do. Maybe you can bake together, Jungkook loves eating your baked goods. Maybe you can make his favourite Madeleines and raspberry croissants or maybe a mini cake or muffins. You were planning to bake him tea cakes and cookies to snack on during his study break anyway. Not ones that are too sweet, of course. Your boyfriend has quite the sweet tooth and you don’t want him to stuff himself.
Two hours into your lunch date, you’re now watching an anime that you don’t really understand because you’re just watching from where Jungkook and Yuna left off, but you don’t mind it.
You’re currently cuddled up to your boyfriend, sharing a blanket. His arm is wrapped around you and his other hand is placed on your knee that’s over his thighs. Jungkook and Yuna keep talking and laughing at their inside jokes, but you don’t really care. You’re all tired out.
Yuna suddenly pauses the movie and turns to your boyfriend. She ignores the position you’re in, “I was supposed to start with this but your little tribute to me totally made me forget.”
She was referring to his tattoo, of course. You had to force yourself to not roll your eyes. “Tell us, what’s up?” Your boyfriend now has all his attention directed towards his friend.
She breathed out and spoke, “What if I told you I got Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok to free up their schedules for the weekend?”
...
Oh, c’mon. Not this. Not now.
“Weekend…? This weekend? I haven’t seen them in months!” Your boyfriend exclaims.
“Hear me out! I have a cabin booked for the whole group for the next two days, there are activities like that thing you like? What is it? Bungee jumping. And hand gliding and like a bunch of water sports! It’s all paid for; all you have to do is bring yourself and your car, of course,” she sounds very enthusiastic. Yuna sounds like a saleswoman at this point.
You almost feel bad for her. You and Jungkook were having a replenishing date weekend after all. You looked up at Jungkook and found him already staring right at you.
Oh? Oh. Oh, no.
You had dibs on Jungkook!
You already know what’s going to happen and your smile fades.
“No, you- but you told me we’d spend all weekend together...” You scrunch your brows together and push yourself off of him and sit upright.
“Babe, you know I haven’t seen my hyungs in over a year! Not even on my birthday-”, “Jungkook, you already told me you’d be-” You begin but he cuts you off before you could complain, “_____, this is probably the only free time they’ll get. You have me here after that!”
Not for a whole two months you don't!
“I do not and you know that. You leave for Busan on the day of your last test. I want to be with you.” You pout.
There was a moment of silence following your protest. Yuna sat and stared at Jungkook with hopeful eyes. You really hate how beautiful she is. “I’ll text you about it later.”
And with that, it was decided, you already knew what his answer would be.
Yuna nods with a look of satisfaction flashing on her face. You silently continue watching their stupid show, except this time you kept your hands and feet to yourself. Your mind wandered off and you’re considering asking Yuna if you could tag along. Even though you think it’d be a tiny bit awkward, not too overpoweringly so, with their friends and you not knowing any of them well enough, it’s worth a try.
Even though you’re not the best of friends or even acquaintances anymore, you don’t believe she’d be mean enough to steal your boyfriend away from you when you’re clearly unhappy with it. Soon, you get to the end of the evening.
While Jungkook washes and dries the dishes, Yuna clears the table. They look more like a couple to you than you and Jungkook at this point. And now you’re desperate. You approach the dining table with a random spring scented candle to place it in the centre.
Yuna side eyes you while you build up the courage to speak to her. After all, you’ve never felt the need to put any effort into building a friendship with a woman who never liked you.
You linger for a bit longer when Yuna swiftly turns to you, “Spit it out. I know you have something to say to me.”
You’ve never heard her speak with such distaste. It almost scared you. If you weren’t as scared, you’d definitely be annoyed now. But you need a favour from her. So, you push those emotions aside and wear your big girl panties.
“I was wondering, you know, if I could tag along with you guys. Jungkook and I really haven’t been able to see each other lately. I’ve already met Jin and Jimin and even Tae, so I suppose it wouldn’t be too awkward if I’m there.” you play with the hem of your sweater.
Yuna stops wiping the table to stare you down.
She sighed deeply, “I’m going to be very blunt with you right now- if I’m honest, I can tell you that this is more of a personal trip for the old group to get together for once. I’m bluntly telling you that I really don’t think it’d be fun for Jungkook if you were there to keep nagging him, you know? He’d be with you more than with his friends whom he hasn’t seen for months.”
“Yeah, babe.” Comes your boyfriend’s voice from behind you, “It’s a bunch of outdoor activities they have planned. It doesn’t make sense for you to join us. I know you’re a homebody.”
You aren't sure if he even heard her.
But, you felt cornered. How do you argue with that? You’ve never been good with your words and now you have two people disagreeing with you. More than that, it’s embarrassing. Your own boyfriend refuses to spend time with you instead opting to get far away from you for the weekend. Your lips are almost trembling, but you conceal your disappointment and pain with a closed lip smile.
In Jungkook’s defence, he really didn’t want you to bore yourself and do things you’re not keen on like water sports or ziplining. He’d certainly love to take you on a trip someday, something that you’d enjoy with him and him only.
You stare at the two friends. “Fine, yeah. You’re not wrong.”
“Yes, see, you get it! She gets it, she’s okay, Kook!” Yuna exclaimed.
“Okay, then. I’ll probably leave now, sorry I’m not much help around here today.”
“Aw, don’t worry about it, Kookie and I have it all under control,” Yuna puts her arm around your shoulder.
You still can’t tell if she’s being passive aggressive or if she really means no harm and is comforting you.
You force out a small sound of approval before disappearing into Jungkook’s room to retrieve your backpack filled with pretty undergarments and clothes that Jungkook liked best on you.
Jungkook swears he could hear you stomp to his room.
The door to his room opens quietly and Jungkook walks up to you hugging you from the back and attacking your neck with kisses. You roughly pry his stupidly beautiful, sticky hands away from your body, “I really don’t feel like speaking to you tonight”
“Hey, hey, don’t be that way. You can’t leave when you’re upset. Let me drive you back to your dorm?” He doesn’t let go of your hand.
Usually, you’d get goosebumps by the smallest touches, but you can’t be bothered at the moment.
You’ve gone into this deep cycle of retracing your actions and words towards Jungkook that might be the reason for him to choose Yuna over you.
You yank your hand away, informing him you’d be more comfortable taking a bus back home.
You reasoned with him by telling him he’d need to rest for his long drive tomorrow.
You tried your best to disguise your disappointment but you’re pretty sure both Yuna and Jungkook are aware of your feelings.
Jungkook wouldn’t let you leave before he kissed you properly.
This was the first time you didn’t reciprocate it.
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akqsa-xxi · 3 years
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Cake making disaster (dm)
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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader
Genre: fluff!!
Warnings: none just fluff
Summary: it’s the Y/n Malfoy birthday so draco decided to make her a cake but lets just say the plan took the wrong turn.
A/n:Hello!this is my first fan fiction I made so please don’t hate,hopefully you guys like it :)
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Its time its draco malfoy’s wife birthday.Draco quickly got up to go to the children’s bedroom,where scorpius and lyra was still sleeping.When he got in front of the door,he knocked and entered.He quietly walked to scorpius bed and put a kiss on his son’s forehead.
“Hey scorpy time to wake up,it’s mummy’s birthday!”.He whispered to his sleeping son
“M’kay daddy be right there”.He said with his croaky morning voice.
Draco threw a small smile at scorpius,as draco turned around he saw a small figure sitting down,Lyra.His daughter stood up,while rubbing her eye’s with her chubby hands.
“Good morning dada,it’s mummy’s birthday”Layra said with a toothy grin.
Draco walked to Lyra’s crib,and picked up her cute daughter.”yes,you’re right it is mummy’s birthday,so do you wanna make a cake for mummy”.
Lyra giggles and said a quick ‘yes’ to her dad.While they were doing that,scorpius had made his bed and changed into casual attire.
“Okay luvs go downstairs and wait for daddy.”draco said while giving the two once again a kiss on the forehead.They nodded and went to ran downstairs.
As the kids ran down the stairs,draco came to your shared bedroom,to check up on you.He opened the door to see you waking up.Draco walked to his wife to give a quick peck on the lips.
“Hey darling,what are doing up so early”his wife,y/n,said accepting the kiss her husband gave her.
“Well it is my wife’s birthday I decided that I’ll surprise you with something special.”He proudly announced to his lover.
“And what is that my love.”She whispered, while stroking his platinum blonde hair.
“Me and the kids are making you a cake.” He exclaimed.
“Oh okay that is something special”she giggles
“Yeah so I’m going downstairs and your staying here”Her husband declared,as he started to walk out of the room with a grin on his face.
“Okay love just make sure not to burn the kitchen,I’m expecting a good cake for my birthday”She laughs as she watched her husband leave while mumbling ‘mmhm’.
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Draco was now downstairs trying to figure out how to bake a cake.He got all the needed items and ingredients out.All was going well,but he saw lyra grabbing the flour,that was perfectly measured out of the bowl and started throwing them ant her dad and brother.making a big mess,
Draco started to panic on how he was going to clean the mess that his daughter made.But it couldn’t be worse than that right,RIGHT.Wrong while lyra was throwing flour everywhere his wife walked down the stairs,completely innocent of what was happening.
As y/n walked down she saw a bit of flour on the floor.The girl became curious of what was happening and came to the kitchen.
Y/n gasped as she saw what her baby was doing and quickly ran up to her picking her up
“Hey baby why did you do that to dada and scorpy”She grazed at her husband and son who were covered with flour.”how about I make you a bath and daddy and scrop do the baking.”She sighed.
Her daughter nodded and went to the bathroom to wait for her mom.Her husband looked at her with a sad face looking back down.
“I’m sorry love I should have handled her.”He sniffles as wife walks to him.
“It’s ok things happen and sometimes you can’t handle it like other people do,now bake me a cake while I take lyra for a bath”She spoke with a gentle voice.
Her husband nodded and started baking again.y/n smiled looking at scorpius as a sign to help his father.scorpius nodded and ran to draco to help him.
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Now that lyra is all clean and draco was done baking the cake and scorpius was done making breakfast,kitchen back in shape.It’s time to eat.
They all sat in the dining room eating and having a good chat about what happened earlier.
Y/n was happy to have a birthday with her wonderful family.
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Post note: Sooo tell me what you think,this is my first time writing a fic so I would love some feed back.also if you wanna be in the taglist just tell me.have a nice day.💕
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itsmeevie01 · 3 years
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A Moment in Time
ok, so. a little disclaimer before we get into the good stuff. Cannon is in no way whatsoever being followed in this. honestly? im not even sure that i REMEBER cannon at this point. that said, cannon is non applicable. at. all. 
moving on. YES, i WILL finish B!DBWM stuff eventually. but uh...not today. i just mentally cant. it. will. come. when. my. brain. can. handle. the. world. that. i. had. tailored. for. it. 
ALSO this is going to be kinda sporatic, but the goal (not end all be all but) is to have this wrapped in a pretty little package and finished (at least on my end) by the end of february.
and now....onto the stuff you came here for!
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Marinette was running late to school when she met him. She ran into the boy and stumbled back, flailing to catch herself before she fell. He looked down at her owlishly, before looking around. By the time he had returned his gaze to her, the teen had pulled herself back together. He smiled and nodded at her, before moving to go around. When Marinette had pulled herself together enough to call a short “sorry!”, He was already gone.
That was three weeks ago. Now, she was looking at a picture of their interaction, where it blared on the front page of the newspaper that Jagged had sent her. When Marinette had received the package, she had been confused. Jagged wasn’t supposed to send her another demo for a few weeks. They were still working on singles. When she had opened the box and found five different American publications with her on their front page, the teen designer had shrieked. With shaking hands, she picked up the top one and studied the headline.
HAS BRUCE WAYNE’S WARD FOUND PARISIAN LOVE?
The bold text was catching, sure, but Marinette was caught on WHO it was placing her with. Someone she had never met. The second one had a picture of her next to Jagged at an event, and a picture of the boy next to a blonde girl. The headline wasn’t much better than the first.
TIMELINE OF THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN MDC AND THE HEIR TO WAYNE INERPRISES.
The teen snorted. She was starting to see the pattern. Putting the tabloid down the girl moved onto the next one. This one had, once again, a zoomed in picture of the five second interaction between her and a stranger. The title, however, was different than the first two.
ALL OF BRUCE WAYNE’S CHILDREN, AND THE INSIDE SCOOP ON HIS NEWEST DAUGHTER
She squinted, laughter bubbling up a little as she observed the piece of fiction. Whoever the Bruce Wayne was, Marinette hopped that he was able to combat this, because she had no intention of letting this fly.
Tim and Bruce were staring at the pile of papers in mild shock. When Jared had reached out to them in mild panic, they had been confused. His panic had been explained when the rocker had arrived carrying a stack of tabloid literature a foot thick. When he had thunk’d the stack down on Bruce’s desk, the businessman’s shock had been more than notable. When Tim had picked up the first few publications the initial look on his face was mirth, but it quickly morphed into shock, then panic. When he handed the top item to Bruce, the older man frowned. When the second pamphlet made its way to his hands, Bruce paused. His next move was to call the Wayne family lawyers. when he turned back to his old friend, all the faces in the room told the same grim tale of what was to come.
When Tim found out that it was Jared’s niece that he had accidentally run into in the brief moment in Paris, he wasn’t sure whether he should be more stressed by it, or if it was by pure luck. When Bruce’s friend went on to explain that the girl would probably already suing the reports and papers that had published the rumor, the young CEO was impressed. To have a lawyer on hand like that was…surprising, considering that she couldn’t be older than 18.
When he asked the rocker if he thought the girl would let anyone go after her, he laughed. Then, Jared Stone explained that the girl was known in Paris for squishing rumors with surprising efficiency.
That evening, Bruce invited his childhood friend home for dinner, and the star spent the evening telling stories of their capers as children, with Alfred grimacing in agreement with the stories. Partway through dinner, Jared’s phone went off. While the rest of the family tensed, glancing to Alfred, their guest frowned at his phone before rushing to answering. “Hey Little Rocker! How’s Pari- oh. So, Penny was more efficient then I thought she’d be. I- yes I figured that you may want to hear. Do- No! Marinette, what!” here, the man paused, his head cocked to the side, his eyes screwed up in thought. “No luv! Sue them within an inch of their lives! You more then have that right.” Here, the rocker paused before he laughed. “Tell that buzzing bee of yours that she’s a good friend. Alright, Miss Mari. I’ll ring you when I’m back on that side of the Atlantic.” He laughed again, “See you soon, Marinette.” The table stayed quiet, waiting for the man to give an indication on the status of the conversation. “Well, Brucie, expect to hear from my niece in the next few day, or at least, her team of lawyers.” the Wayne patriarch blinked before nodding in hidden surprise.
When the family was talking during patrol that evening, Tim grumbled. The 18-year-old was still taken aback that the press had even seen the momentary interaction almost a month ago. As his brothers listened in, many of them started to make fun of the teen. When Jason tuned in, he dropped in the middle of tale. At his confusion, Tim sighed and started over, again. While the family was laughing over his run-in with the press, the former Robin shook his head and silenced his family. He had a feeling he wouldn’t live this one down for a while.
Originally, Jason had found Tim’s predicament hilarious. Of course, the kid had to have the worst run-ins with the press. Then, he had picked up one of the many tabloids with the story. When he had seen the pictures, all mirth left the resurrected vigilante. The noirette that was looking up at him from the page? Yeah. He knew her. Better than anyone else, actually. With shaking hands, the young man paged to the story. What he found was…illuminating. So. She had been adopted. In France. In Paris. After forcing his lungs to draw breath, Jason pulled out his phone. He had arrangements to make.
The day after Jagged had sent her the gossip rags that were considered journalism, Marinette strode into school with a scowl so ingrained in in her features that anyone who didn’t know her would think the expression was permanent. When she stalked into the Lycée classroom, Chloé grinned at her from where she had settled in the front row. Marinette nodded at her friend as she slid in next to her. Lila came skipping in moments later, a cruel smile playing on her lips, before falling when she saw the bone quaking scowl resting on her nemesis’ face. “oh Marinette! Did something happen? Did…did you anger your parents? Did they find out about all those men?” the other girl huffed before turning to her. Lila froze as she was met with the iciest glare that she had seen in years.
“oh Lila. That’s so cute. It almost sounds like you still think that your little stories affect me at all. That’s…adorable.” The Italian girl shrunk under the younger girl’s stare. Suddenly, she understood why people had been warning her to leave the teen alone. this girl, she was brutal. “lucky for you, you’re not the one I’m after, this time. My lawyers have bigger fish to fry.” The newer addition to the classroom gulped, her throat suddenly very dry. It occurred to her that maybe Marinette had let her take control of the class. After all, if they turn that easily, why would she want them for friends. The smaller girl nodded as she watched the realization run over Lila’s face. Raising her eyebrows, the Eurasian girl motioned her classmate along, sending a cruel smile after her.
Chloé waited until the little liar was gone before giggling at her friend’s reaction to the girl who had become their daily annoyance. “I’m guessing you saw what’s been running in the American news? I thought it wouldn’t take long for you to respond. Are a plethora of lawsuits on the way?” Marinette giggled slightly as her severe demander giving way to the internal glee that was consuming the teen over the sheer chaos that was to come.
When Jason touched down in Paris, he tensed. The atmosphere in the city was less carefree than he remembered. There was an air that actually reminded him of Gotham. Tense. Waiting or the other shoe to drop. The expectation that your day was going to go wrong set from the moment one woke up. Pulling out his phone, the Gotamite looked up the address to the bakery that he had found when digging online. If today went the way he was hoping it would, the bakery would be his only stop for the day. Of course, he didn’t count on Gina.
When she called him over from where she was standing by her bike, Jason had to smile. The woman was part of the reason that he wasn’t still camping out in Gotham, waiting to kill a certain billionaire. Once the spry biker had latched onto his arm, the young man knew that his mission would have to wait just a bit. After all, he owed Gina almost everything he had.
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luxekook · 4 years
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𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝘬𝘵𝘩
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⇥ pairing: quadruplet!taehyung x reader
⇥ genre: crack, smut
⇥ summary: in which the reader lives next door to taehyung… and his three brothers. she doesn’t realize they’re quadruplets until it’s just a little too late.
⇥ word count: 7.5k
⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing/dirty talk, alcohol, general chaotic energy [as usual], one hard dom!taehyung and three soft dom!taehyungs, sub!reader, pet name: kitten, smut (breast worship, oral [f receiving], bondage, spanking, slight degrading name-calling during sex, mention of daddy kink, ownership kink, four taehyungs lovin’ on the **READER** [***NOT EACH OTHER***])
⇥ beta’d by: the lovely phia (@meowxyoong​) and the cutie ally (@ally-127), and read over by the iconic heath (@shadowsremedy)
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The Kim Quadruplets:
Mic Drop!Tae as “V” Boy With Luv!Tae as “Vante” Pied Piper!Tae as “Hansung” ON!Tae as “Taehyung”
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Of all the days to forget your umbrella, your brain just had to choose today. You cursed your faulty memory as you shuffled your drenched sneakers across the ‘Welcome’ mat of your apartment building. As someone who prided themselves on being prepared and dependable, you were thoroughly angry at yourself for dropping the ball. Lightning flashed through the windows of the lobby, but you barely flinched - already used to the noise after a lengthy walk home from work.
You worked part-time at a small indie coffee shop called ‘Grind On Me’, which was located halfway across town. The shop was owned by an eccentric middle-aged woman named Reese who still had not gotten over the tragic loss of Vine. The menu was full of references to the fallen application: “Oovoo Java”, “Coulda Dropped My Croissant”, “Avocado Toast, Thanks!”, and “Back At It Again With The Refill”.
The best part of your job was definitely fucking around with your co-workers Jess and Cal. Reese often scheduled the three of you together because your “combined chaotic energy” was “on-brand”. Basically, the three of you would spend your shifts roasting coffee and roasting each other, while Reese looked on like a proud mom. You loved it.
The rest of your time was filled with school. You were up to your neck in your studies; but, with just one semester left until graduation, you were more determined than ever to stick it out. As a literature major, you spent many hours hunched over your trusty MacBook, fingers flying across the keys. Creating new worlds and constructing well-rounded characters was intoxicating. Every new document was a chance to bring ideas to life, an opportunity to make someone laugh or cry, a possibility to both mend and break hearts.
But, your absolute guiltiest pleasure was writing romance - and not the lovey-dovey kind. No, you wrote the racy kind of romance: the heart-pounding smut, the kinky (well-written and well-researched) BDSM, the raunchiest threesomes. You always wondered what your professors would think if you submitted one of your erotic novels to be graded; but, for now, you settled for posting to your loyal audience on Tumblr and for fantasizing about someday fulfilling the filthy scenes you wrote about.
Your most recent fantasy was inspired by the rainfall. Kissing in the midst of a storm like people did in those cliché movies… fucking as the rain poured over you… hands sliding down your slippery skin…
“Woah.” Hands grabbed your hips, halting you from continuing to walk forward absentmindedly. You jumped, your mind jarred from your fantasy and back to reality.
“I am so sorry,” You breathed out, “My mind was somewhere else.”
“I’ll say,” The deepest and most divine voice you had ever heard sounded from the figure in front of you. You looked up, desperate to know the source of such a dulcet tone. You were not disappointed.
The boy was beautiful.
His skin was the color of warm honey, his dark eyes sparkled with bad intentions, his full lips curled into a sly grin. “I would pay good money to know what you were thinking about just now, kitten,” The boy’s grin widened, displaying a cute boxy smile that did nothing to take away from the implications of his words.
“I’m not your kitten,” You glared at the blonde boy in front of you, shoving aside both his hands and the traitorous warmth that bloomed inside you at the pet name. With those words, you sidestepped around him and trudged to go check your mail. Your heart flipped in your chest when you heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps following close behind you.
“Ever heard of an umbrella, kitten?” You could hear his smile in his infuriating words, and you shot him a glare.
“Yes, actually. Have you ever heard of manners?” You bit out, punching in the key code to your small mailbox.
The boy’s laugh sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to rationalize as a chill. God, he was maddeningly handsome. You grabbed the small bunch of letters shoved in your mailbox and were so ready to hightail it out of there, when he grabbed your wrist.
The sight of his long fingers wrapped around your wrist made your mind flash to scenes of him holding your wrists above your head as he thrusts, hips swiveling and pounding into you… him holding your wrists behind your back as he kneels in front of you, tongue deep in your—
“Kitten.” Your attention snapped back to him, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed. Fuck, you really needed to shut your inner ho of a writer off sometimes…
He winked, “Next time you’re going to have to share what’s going on in that head of yours. I’ll be seeing you around, neighbor.”
With those parting words, he sauntered out of the mailroom, flipping the hood of his grey sweatshirt up over his wavy blonde strands as he tugged his dark bomber jacket closer around him.
Neighbor?
You were so fucked.
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A few days later, you still had not forgotten your blonde self-proclaimed neighbor, no matter how hard you tried. And, god, you had tried. No amount of smutty fan fiction or archaic romance tropes could quell your thirst.
You didn’t even know his name.
Jess and Cal had urged you to just knock on his door and introduce yourself, but you knew it wasn’t that simple. First, you had more than one apartment neighboring yours. You were not about to knock on each and every door in your hallway to find some mystery boy - even if he did call you kitten and smelled like summer nights. Second, you had already written so much filth inspired by your brief encounter that you feared you might not survive being in the same vicinity as him without spontaneously combusting or jumping on him.
And third, you were just so intimidated by him and his dominating presence. Even though you spent just a few minutes with him, you knew that you would have fallen to your knees before him if he’d demanded it… And he really looked like the type to demand.
Now every damn time you entered your apartment building, your eyes sought him out. You jumped out of your skin at every ding of the elevator, half fearing and half hoping he might be getting off. Your heart pounded whenever you walked down your hallway to unlock your door, waiting for him to swing open his own door to greet you with a smirk and some sarcastic words.
But, nothing had happened. And you were beginning to think he might have just been a rain-induced hallucination. Those were a thing, right?
You shook yourself out of your disastrous train of thought. Your shift at ‘Grind On Me’ was approaching, and you really needed to make some money. Rent, unfortunately, just didn’t pay itself. Tugging on your non-slip black sneakers, you made sure to grab your umbrella - just like you had the previous couple days, despite the clear forecast. You would not be caught out - or called out - again.
You push open your apartment door, shoving your umbrella deep into your tote bag and stepping out into the hall. You were entirely unprepared for the sight you were met with.
The boy from earlier that week was fumbling near the door across from you with what looked like an entire art store crammed into half a dozen reusable bags. He was mumbling about some Han character who couldn’t “get off his ass for one second to help him”. And, his hair was a bright shade of blue.
His. Hair. Was. Blue.
You must have made some sort of choking noise because suddenly he whipped around to face you. His wide eyes latched onto yours, and you couldn’t help but think that there was something peculiar about him today - even besides the hair.
A light flush bloomed on the boy’s face that you were sure was mirrored on your own tenfold. Shit, he really could pull off that shade of blue… Your eyes involuntarily slid lower to check out his white slouchy ‘CELINE” t-shirt, his black Adidas sweatpants, his bag hung casually off one muscular shoulder. You swallowed suddenly craving some water.
“Uh, hey, neighbor,” You waved at him idiotically as he continued to just stare. You lowered your hand and fought the urge to smack yourself for your lame actions.
The boy blinked and then smiled that same boxy smile as before, “Hi! I would wave back, but I’m kind of tied down right now.”
You let out a very uncharacteristic giggle, “And I would offer to help you, but I’m already late for work. Don’t worry, I have my umbrella this time.”
Grabbing your umbrella from your bag, you waved it briefly in the air before returning it to its resting place. “Bye!” You called over your shoulder at the bewildered blue-haired boy, “Love the new hair by the way!”
“Uh, thank you?” He called after you. As you stepped into the elevator, you swore you heard him say something about having good weather with no chance of rain, but you were too busy thinking about how nice he was today.
And about how he didn’t call you kitten.
You were so, so fucked.
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When you got to work, you were immediately bombarded with questions from Jess and Cal.
Jess: “Wait. His hair is blue now? Does he look like a hot Smurf?”
Cal: “So, no “kitten”? Throws phone. Stomps on skateboard.”
You: “Did you just try to use the ‘So No Head' Vine out loud?”
Reese: "She sure did." *wipes away tear proudly*
They continued to clown on you for another hour while some of your favorite regulars filed in and out, grabbing their late afternoon coffees.
One of your particular favorites was an enigmatic individual named Heath. You, Jess and Cal were about 85% certain that Heath was a sugar daddy based on his regular order (the "Valentino Flat White") and the large amount of tips he always left (at least $20 for each barista on duty).
Another favorite customer of yours was Tay. She tended to skulk in the corner of the cafe, typing away on her phone and occasionally letting out loud bursts of laughter. Once, you had asked what she was writing, but she just looked at you like you had asked for her darkest secret. You figured it was something juicy.
Sighing, you checked the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time that evening - 6:50PM. Two more hours til you could go home, throw on some sweatpants, and drink a glass of cheap wine.
Wiping down the coffee bar, you heard a throat clear behind you. "Be right with you!" You called over your shoulder, placing the wipe in the garbage before turning to take their order.
"Oh," You gasped as you took in the new customer, "Your hair!"
"My hair?" Your neighbor that you had seen just hours before tugged his hands through his now-brown waves, "Is there something wrong with it..." His dark eyes flicked to your name-tag, “(y/n)?”
"N-no," You gulped, wondering what happened to the cute blushing blue-haired boy from earlier. Your neighbor really was giving you whiplash with his different moods. "What can I get for you?"
"Your number." His boxy grin was lethal, his voice was sultry.
You blinked at him. "You could have just knocked on my door later if you needed me."
His eyebrows flew up, "Oh really? I like the sound of that. You'd have to give me your address though, kitten."
"Very funny," You scoffed. Your insides turned to mush over the return of the nickname that you hated to love. "Now, seriously, what can I get for you?"
"Surprise me," He winked, handed you $50 and sauntered to a nearby table.
Gaping, you shook yourself out of your trance and got to work on his 'surprise' - an "I Thought You Were Americano".
"Who is that?" You jumped two feet in the air at Jess' hissed question. She was hovering right behind you as you poured the espresso into his to-go cup.
"My fucking hair chameleon of a neighbor!" You whispered back, conveying your panic, “Deliver this to him, would you?“ You tried in vain to shove the hot Americano into Jess' hands but she dodged your efforts.
"Oh no, bitch,” She laughed, "I am going to watch from afar as this plays out."
"Goddamn you," You shot her your best side-eye and stalked off to deliver the drink to your godforsaken neighbor.
The boy in question flicked his eyes up to look at you as you approached his table. He was wearing a flowy button-down shirt with at least four of the buttons undone, showcasing a tan and very toned chest. His legs were spread wide, encased in tight black slacks that left little to the imagination.
You gulped, trying not to imagine yourself perched on his lap and grinding into his hard––
"See something you like, kitten?" You jerked out of your daze and looked at his amused face. "I know I do."
You decided to be bratty. "Nope, nothing too impressive for me to see." You smiled sweetly as you deposited his drink on the table in front of him.
He licked his lips slowly, "God, if you were mine..." He trailed off, eyes narrowed on yours. Your mouth dried as the image of the two of you in a dark bedroom flashed into your mind. You sprawled out across his lap, his hands smacking your ass, your underwear pulled to the side…
“Yeah, you get the picture,” Your neighbor’s crooked smirk was downright obscene as his eyes flashed to your lips briefly. “I’ll see you later tonight, kitten. You know, when I come knocking at your door.”
With that parting remark, he stood, raised his americano in your direction, and strutted out the door.
You stood rooted to the spot, gaping after him for god knows how long.
“She’s gotta move at some point,” Cal’s voice vaguely sounded from the side of you.
“I don’t know,” Jess’ response sounded from your other side, “I once saw her stare out at a speck of dust for like fifteen minutes straight.”
That got you. “It was not fifteen minutes!” You defended yourself, “And it’s not my fault that I happened to be writing a coffeehouse AU at that time!”
Your friends cackled as you stomped back behind the counter.
Your friends were evil, and so was your neighbor, of that you were certain.
And you were so, so, so fucked.
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Hours later, you were still thinking about your fucking neighbor. Why were you only meeting him now? Why was his hair always changing colors? Why did he fuck with you so much? Why did you like it?
All of these questions bounced around your brain as you entered your building, your eyes seeking out the boy instinctively. But, as before, he was nowhere to be seen.
You shuffled over to the ancient elevator and punched the 'Up' button a few more times than necessary. Something must be wrong with you. You were way too infatuated with your way too infuriating neighbor.
The elevator doors parted, and you automatically sighed in relief and disappointment as you entered the empty space. Pushing the button to your floor, you waited for the doors to close.
“Wait!”
A shudder trailed down your spine as you watched the doors re-open to let the subject of your thoughts onto the lift. He was wearing yet another outfit that was different from earlier - a white tank top with loose pants adorned with decorative zippers.
And was that a fucking tattoo?
There was no way you had missed that in your previous encounters. He must have felt your piercing stare because his eyes flashed over to yours. “See something you like?”
“You have a tattoo!” You blurted out.
“Um, yeah, I do. Nice observation,” Your neighbor looked at you weirdly. “Aren’t you going to ask what floor I need?”
“You and your fucking jokes,” You rolled your eyes at him.
The boy’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked at you intently, “Ah, so you’re kitten.”
Your insides into jelly, and you decided the safest tactic would now be to ignore him.
“Now, now, kitten,” He crowded your space, backing you up against the elevator wall, “It’s impolite to ignore your neighbor.”
“Well, it’s against the commandments to covet your neighbor, isn’t it?” You sniffed, pretending to not be affected by his sheer size and dangerous aura. The tattoo curling up his neck demanded your attention, and you only wished you could pay your respects with your tongue.
“I’m pretty sure they said something about coveting a neighbor’s wife… you’re not married are you, kitten? Got a boyfriend, girlfriend or partner that we don’t know about?” His breath mingled with your own, his lips so close to your own.
Wait, we?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the elevator’s arrival at your floor. Ducking under his corded arms, you scurried out of the elevator and down the hall towards your apartment.
Of course, he lazily trailed after you.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” You shot over your shoulder at him as you neared your door. “We just met like two days ago.”
His grin turned feral, “Yes, kitten, of course we did. Hey, why don’t you come over for a drink? You’re right; we don’t really know each other. Let’s change that.”
You weighed your options. Hanging out with him could drive you absolutely crazy or it could lead to something you previously could only write about.
He lounged against the wall next to your door in await of your answer. He raised a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, and your eyes caught a sudden flash of silver. Was that an honest to god nipple piercing you just saw?
All rational exited the building. “Sure, but only for a little bit. Let me just change real quick.”
“Great, kitten,” His eyes flared, “Wear something comfortable. Just knock when you’re ready.”
You just nodded mutely as you entered your apartment and then shut the door. What the fuck were you getting yourself into?
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After ten panicked minutes of you running around your apartment in search of ‘comfortable’ clothes, you were poised to knock on your still nameless neighbor’s door. You glanced down at your cropped t-shirt, leggings and running shoes. It would do. Besides, you had your lucky lingerie on underneath just in case.
Before you could even knock, the door flew open. “I was beginning to worry you were just going to stand there all night, kitten.” Your neighbor pouts, “And then we wouldn’t get to have any fun.”
You rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to invite me inside?”
His lips twitched, “How vampiresque of you, (y/n).”
You smiled broadly, “If I was a vampire, I would definitely have killed you already. You’re really fucking annoying.”
He stared at you for a split second before throwing his head back and laughing. The amount of neck that was in your face was heavenly; and, suddenly, you questioned whether vampires actually had it right this whole time.
“Well, kitten. I’m Taehyung. Please, do come in,” He opened the door wider, still chuckling lowly, “Would you like anything to drink? I think we have wine and maybe some beer hiding in the fridge somewhere.”
There was that pesky ‘we’ again.
“Red wine sounds good, thank you,” You said, plopping yourself down on one of the deep wooden barstools lining the marble kitchen island. You watched as he poured two glasses and handed one to you. Just as you were about to ask if he had roommates, Taehyung held up his glass.
“Cheers to being very friendly neighbors,” He said, sitting in the stool next to yours and staring intently at you.
“Cheers,” You echoed, clinking your glasses together and then taking a sip. Your eyes widened both from the sight of Taehyung drinking – his throat tipped back, his eyes dark on yours – and the deliciousness of the wine. It was an intense ruby red pinot noir that somehow tasted of fruit and of smokey spice all at once. It was honestly so fucking good that you just knew it had to be exorbitantly expensive. You licked your lips, making sure not to miss a single drop.
Taehyung’s eyes latched onto the movement. “You know,” He murmured, “They say if you hold eye contact while toasting, you’ll keep having good sex.”
You almost spat out your second sip of wine. Just as you were about to risk it all and say you would actually have to start having sex for that to happen, a crashing sound echoed from the dark hallway to your left.
“Shit,” Taehyung cursed, glaring in the direction the sound had come from, “I need to go and check what that was. Are you all right out here for a minute?”
You shrugged and nodded, swirling your wine around your glass.
“Be right back,” Taehyung brushed his hand over your cheek for a split second before stalking down the hallway in search of whatever had caused the ruckus.
Your hand flew to your now-warm cheek. Fuck, were you really crushing on your cute neighbor with the mood-swings?
Ugh, you were.
You glanced speculatively around his apartment. It was so much nicer than yours… The minimalist but chic decor just screamed rich vibes. However, there were a few oddities that made you frown. Four sets of keys hung by the front door. Four sets of shoes were lined up in the foyer. Four different color coded markings were on the calendar pinned to the wall.
Four different versions of Taehyung smiled back at you from a photo stuck to the fridge.
“Hello again, kitten,” The low voice startled you from your internal panic. Reluctantly turning to face them, you cursed your own stupidity. The blonde version of Taehyung that you met a few days ago grinned back at you.
“Fucking brothers,” You moaned, slouching over on the kitchen island and placing your head in your hands, “You’re all fucking brothers.”
“Quadruplets, actually,” He unhelpfully added, “I’m V. You’re (y/n), right?”
“Were you all just eavesdropping on me and Taehyung, or what?” You knew your were being petty right now, but you felt blindsided by your own lack of awareness and the brothers’ obvious lack of tact.
“Kind of,” Blue-haired Taehyung exited the hallway, “Sorry, (y/n).”
It was honestly unfair how sweet Blue was. “It’s okay. What’s your name?”
“Vante,” He waved at you and grinned, “See? I can finally wave back now!”
If you could turn into a human version of ‘uwu’, you would have done so right then and there.
“Stop flirting with her, Vante,” Coffee-shop Taehyung enters the kitchen followed closely by the actual Taehyung, “Let me introduce myself, kitten. I…” He gripped your hand and brought it to his lips, “Am Hansung.” His lips brushed over your knuckles as the words poured out of his mouth.
You blinked at him as it clicked, “Oh, so you’re the Han that wouldn’t get off his ass!”
Hansung choked, dropping your hand as his brothers cried with laughter. “Who said that?” He rounded on his brothers, “Who?”
Vante shot you a desperate look; and, since you had already internally declared him your favorite, you kept the information to yourself. “I don’t see how that matters when you all clearly have been keeping me in the dark about the fact that there are four of you.”
“I mean,” Taehyung began, “Technically we didn’t not tell you. You just never asked.”
Your blood boiled, “And how the fuck would I know to ask? Should I have consulted a psychic? Scoured the census data? Kept tabs on the entire population of quadruplets nationwide?”
You stared down each of the boys. Vante and Hansung at least looked a tad sheepish, but Taehyung and V just looked amused.
“You were right,” Taehyung nudged V, “She is feisty.”
You contemplated your options: 1) Kill V and bury the body deep in the nearby woods, 2) Dramatically exit the apartment and never speak to these demonspawn ever again, or 3) Chug this miraculous tasting wine.
You chose option three.
No regrets.
Looking at each of them, you felt like you could be the stock image for the word ‘shooketh’. Fuck, you had thought it was overwhelming when there was just one of them in your mind. But, now? You were in full panic mode over the sheer amount of masculinity and identical good looks that surrounded you.
“You know what?” You said after draining your glass, “I really don’t like being made to look like a fool. And that’s what you all did to me this whole week.” You saw Vante open his mouth, and you cut him off, “Some more than others… but, still, you knew where I lived. You could have just introduced yourself separately.”
You stood, glancing over the boys’ varying degrees of pouts and sighing. “Yeah, I’m out of here.”
Making your way over to the door, you were suddenly cut off by V. He leaned heavily against the door, successfully blocking your smooth exit.
“V, move.”
“No, you need to hear us out, kitten,” He murmured, looking down at you with an intense expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Could you do that for us?”
You spared a glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, the other three were right there. Vante stared at you pleadingly. Hansung shot you a wink. Taehyung snapped his gaze up to yours… Had he been checking out your ass?
Deciding not to pay them any mind, you turned back around to face V and shrugged, “Fine, two minutes.”
“Good girl.”
A shiver coursed down your spine. You didn’t even know which brother behind you muttered those two words, and, yet, perhaps that made it all the more thrilling.
V shot a glare over your head and then refocused on you. “Kitten, we’re sorry. We just really like to tease, and you made it so easy.” Seeing your glare, he continued, “We didn’t mean to make you upset. That wasn’t our intention at all… it was the complete opposite, actually.”
Taehyung moved in front of you, next to V. “Why don’t we start over? Come over for dinner tomorrow night at eight. We’ll have a proper introduction to our neighborly relationship.”
You mulled it over in your mind. Embarrassment warred with infatuation. Worst case scenarios clashed with the best of cases. Images of a dark bedroom with multiple partners contrasted with words typed on a laptop screen.
Finally, as the seconds ticked by, you decided to ask yourself: ‘What would your characters do?’
They would fuck them all.
“Okay,” You sighed, eyeing the two boys in front of you and then the two behind, “But you better make something edible.”
“Challenge accepted,” V’s eyes glinted wickedly.
“It wasn’t even––” You cut yourself off. Though you only had met V twice thus far, you knew it was virtually impossible to make him back down from anything he perceived as a dare. “You know what? Sure, it’s a challenge. I’ll be the Gordon Ramsey; you’ll be the crying contestants.”
A stifled giggle sounds from behind you that you suspect belonged to Vante.
“That mouth…” Taehyung muttered. His tongue swiped along his lower lip as he stared you down.
Suddenly, Hansung popped out from behind you and shoved his two brothers out of the way of the door. “Allow me, kitten,” He swung it open in a flourish, bowing as he cleared your way out. Your lips twitched. That boy was so extra.
“Thank you, Han,” You smiled and waved as you exited their apartment, “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night…” Walking the short distance across the hall to your own apartment, you unlock your door, step inside, and then turn back to see if they were still there.
They were.
All four of them peered back at you from their doorway. “Shoo!” You laughed, waving them away before slamming your door shut.
You were so, so, so, so fucked.
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Four’s hands ghosted over your skin, caressing the dips of your curves. You shuddered as Three’s tongue slides across your pussy.
“You like that, kitten?” One asks, as he watches from the armchair in the corner of the room, “You like my brothers ruining you?” You weren’t fooled by his lack of participation; you knew One pulled the strings. “Answer me.”
“Yes, daddy,” You moan out as Two sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and asoidfjgioykl—
The ringing of your doorbell caused you to key-smash in panic. “Coming!” You called out, flustered over the interruption and over the filth you just wrote about your neighbors.
You padded over to the door and peered out the peep-hole. It was Hansung. Your breath caught in your throat as you try to push the vivid scenes you just wrote out of your mind.
Pulling open the door, you greeted him with a smile, “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hi…” Hansung trailed off, his eyes roving over your body. You glanced down at your typical loungewear - an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Nothing too out of the ordinary. “Do you have any sugar?”
You stared at him with a deadpan expression, “Are you serious?”
“I don’t joke about sweets, kitten,” Hansung grinned, running a hand through his messy head of hair. You would have to add a scene to your story about pulling on it… “There’s that look,” he shook his head amusedly, “When will you ever let us know some of those thoughts?”
“Never,” You vowed and stepped aside so that he could enter your apartment, “Come on in. I’m pretty sure I have sugar somewhere. Sorry for the mess.” You wandered over to the kitchen area adjacent to your living room. Hansung was assessing your apartment with a critical eye, and you decided you needed to make this fast before he uncovered any dirty secrets.
Pulling open your baking cabinet, you scoured the shelves looking for that pesky ingredient. Flour, vanilla extract, chocolate chips…
“How is it that four boys don’t have any sugar?” You complained, leaning up to snag your bag of sugar from the very top shelf.
“We ask ourselves that all the damn time,” You knew Hansung was smirking even without seeing him, “We’re getting some now though… and later.”
“Well, good,” You turned to face him, “You better stock up so you don’t come bothering me every time you need some.”
He laughed, “Oh, (y/n), we’ll always want more.”
Rolling your eyes, you shoved the bag of sugar to his chest and pushed him towards the door to your apartment. “Out you go!”
“Oh kitten, I always knew you were sweet on me,” Hansung grinned widely as he stared down at the sugar you had pushed against his chest.
“Fuck off,” You groaned, letting out a slight chuckle despite yourself. “Now, go away and cook me a nice dinner. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye-e-e kitten,” he sang as he paraded back across the hall, “Wear something sexy for me.” With a wink, Hansung disappeared back into his shared apartment.
You groaned, slamming your door shut before sliding down it onto the floor. These brothers might be the death of you. Glancing up, your eyes settled on your laptop. Had it always been in that position? Was that how you left it?
Standing up, you walked over to where your laptop resides on your coffee table and closed it. You had a dinner to get ready for, after all. You didn’t have time to return to your story.
Alas, you really should have made time; because, little did you know, the open document on your screen had a new addition courtesy of Hansung… “That’s hot. Which number am I?”
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It was 7:59PM; you were pacing inside your apartment.
You contemplated cancelling for the hundredth time that evening. But, momma didn’t raise no bitch.
With that in mind, you assessed yourself in the foyer mirror. The black midi-dress wrapped around your body like armor. The wings of your eyeliner flicked out like battle knives. The redness of your lipstick warned of the biting tongue that lie within.
Yeah, you looked ready for war, and it was perfect.
With that in mind, you trudged across the hall and knocked on their door before you could talk yourself out of it.
The door opened to reveal V in all his glory. His blonde hair was tousled, his eyes were dark. He looked at you as if he knew all of your secrets.
You bit your lip, “Um, hi?”
A slow smile crossed his face, “Hi, kitten. Please come in.”
You moved past him to enter into the apartment. Taehyung appeared and greeted you with a grin. “Hey, (y/n),” He purred, running a hand down your arm, “Glad you could make it.”
God, what was up? The tension in the room was palpable. You walked over towards where Hansung and Vante were plating dinner in the kitchen.
“Hi,” You greeted them. Vante jumped two feet in the air as Hansung smirked at you.
You cocked your head. Moving your eyes from one brother to the next, you caved, “Okay, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean, (y/n)?” V moved closer to you, “Is this not going as you wrote it?”
You stopped breathing. No, there was no way… but, your laptop had seemed to be moved. You shot Hansung a look in askance.
He grinned sheepishly, and it told you everything you needed to know.
“Fuck,” You turned away from them, “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. I’ll leave.”
“Who’s One?” V’s question cut through your rambled apology.
“What?” You blinked, turning to look at him.
“Who is One, kitten? Is it me?” V moved right in front of you. You gulped. He smiled. “I thought so.”
“You see, (y/n)-kitten,” He continued, “You were right. My brothers and I? We’re a unit. We do everything together. We live together, we date together, we fuck together.”
Your breath caught in your throat at his words.
“We just want one girl to keep us all together, kitten… to be ours.” V murmured, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers, “That’s what we’ve been searching for for so long.”
You finally found words at last, “And you think that girl is me?”
“We know it’s you,” Vante said, shyly approaching you, “And we’re going to show you why.”
He kissed you. You almost laughed over how cute, shy Vante was the first brother to kiss you. His kiss was gentle, but insistent in its movements. It was like he was pleading you to let him in both your mouth and your heart.
You crumbled. Your hands fisted his shirt and tugged him closer. His kiss ignited something in you that made you want more.
Your tongue darted out to run along the seam of his lips. Vante gasped, and your tongue slid inside.
As you continue to kiss him, someone moved behind you, his lips ghosted over your neck.
“Mm, baby,” Taehyung whispered against the nape of your neck, “You’re so beautiful.”
Taehyung ran his hands over your hips and tugged your ass flush with his crotch. You moaned into Vante’s mouth. Vante took advantage of your dazed state to slide his tongue against yours in a way that was so deliciously dirty.
Suddenly, Vante backed up, and V took his place before you.
His hands slid up your body, grazing the sides of your breasts before settling back down at the top of your waist.
He kissed you deeply, differently than Vante. The slight roughness of his touch was new, and it seemed to declare ownership over you.
V’s tongue twined with yours, playing with you. From behind you, Taehyung continued to slowly grind into you.
Your body felt so overheated, so overwhelmed.
Pulling back from your mouth, V glanced over your shoulder, and Taehyung slipped away from you.
V focused back on you. “I don’t think you understand what you do to us. God, this dress. Did you wear it to tease us, kitten? We’ve been wanting to unwrap you, to strip you down, since you walked through our door.”
V fiddled with the bow keeping your dress fastened.
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you said, “Well, do it then.”
His hand froze. His eyes flicked up to yours. “You’re sure, (y/n)? You know what you’re asking for? You know what we’ll give you?”
You glanced around. Vante looked at you with a hopeful expression. Hansung wore a smirk, already working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Taehyung full-on grinned at you with dark eyes full of wicked intent and promise.
“Yes.”
As soon as the word left your lips, the mood shifted. V nodded at Vante, who scurried out of the room. You opened your mouth to question his departure, but V cut you off.
“Now, kitten, I know you’ve imagined this - wrote this; but, you’re not the one in charge here. We are.”
He led you down the hall and into what must have been his own bedroom. The king size bed dominated the room. Paintings decorated the walls… Was that a real Degas?
Vante entered the room, holding what looked like long scraps of silk.
“Finally,” Hansung grumbled, and then turned to you, “Strip.”
Your hands shook as you reached down to the tie at your waist and pulled. Your dress, your armor, fell to the ground in a whoosh. You stood in just your underwear, having forgone a bra that evening.
“Goddamn,” V growled, “Such a good little slut coming to our place without a bra.”
His filthy words slid over your body like a caress and settled deep in your core. You pushed your thighs together. The movement was not lost on the brothers.
“Vante.”
At V’s call, Vante reached out and took your hand. Leading you over to the bed, he gestured for you to lay down. “We want to tie you up, kitten. Is that okay? If not, we can have fun in other ways.”
“T-that’s okay,” You swallowed hard, “I like bondage.”
“I knew it!” Hansung cheered from the left foot of the bed.
“Shut up, Han,” Vante shot over his shoulder as he focused on tying your wrists behind your head. Refocusing on you, he mumbled, “How does that feel, baby? Too tight? Too loose?”
“Just right,” You sighed, almost moaning at how hot you felt getting tied down by one man while three others watched.
Taehyung sat down at your side, his pointer finger began drawing light circles across your stomach. “Can Hansung take your panties off, kitten?”
Nodding, you looked down as Hansung leaned over you, hands briefly squeezing your hips before tugging your underwear down your thighs. Almost on reflex, you squeezed your legs together again, craving any sort of friction.
“Open your legs,” V ordered from his stance against the wall by the foot of the bed, “Show us how wet you are.”
You listened, hyper-aware of how your wetness was surely obvious. Taehyung’s fingers suddenly pinched your nipple, rolling the puckered bud between his fingers. A small moan escaped you.
“Fuck,” someone cursed. Hansung, you guessed. “She’s so pretty.”
“How wet is she?” Taehyung asked, the only brother not openly ogling your wet pussy.
“Dripping,” Vante murmurs, tongue wetting his lips.
Your eyes locked with V’s as he stared you down. “Now, kitten, do you want Vante to lick your pussy? Or Hansung?”
Both boys in question stared at you with wistful expressions. You knew your answer though. It was not an option he had given. And it was your lack of answer that tipped V off.
“Ah, I see,” V laughed. “Well, that’ll be a new one for us.”
Hansung shot V a confused look, “What?”
“She wants both of your mouths,” V smirked at your immediate blush, “What? Am I wrong, baby?”
“…No,” You pouted.
Vante’s eyebrows furrowed, “Both of us? Like at one time? Or one after the other?”
All eyes were on you once more as you squirmed under the weight of their attention and Taehyung’s continued worship of your nipples with his fingers.
“Either?” You were losing your train of thought under the building pleasure. Could you actually come from just nipple play?
“Mm,” V hummed, “Our little kitten is being indecisive. Vante?”
Again, Vante hastened to fulfill V’s unspoken command. You wondered how many times the brothers had done this together, because they were really fucking in sync.
“Are you good with being blindfolded, too, kitten?” Vante asked, kissing your cheek lightly. You nodded and lifted your head up slightly so he could tie the soft silk around your head.
Darkness consumed you. Your senses heightened. A breath coasted over your wetness and you shuddered.
A light kiss pressed over your folds followed by a tentative swipe of a tongue. “Damn, she tastes fucking amazing,” Hansung groaned, completely giving himself away.
“Shut up and make her come, Han. Or I’ll let Vante take your place.” V’s voice came from closer by you now. Was he right next to you? Was he at your feet?
His lips felt so soft as he dragged them over your pussy to finally suck your clit in between them. His tongue slid and flicked perfectly against your clit.
The small ministrations of his tongue against your clit set your arousal ablaze. You shifted your hips up in hopes he will lick harder, but a firm hand pushed you back down.
“No, no, kitten,” V’s voice sounded in your ear, “You’ll get what we give you.”
Hansung continued to stroke his tongue between your legs. Finally, by the grace of the gods, he pushed a finger inside you and hissed, “Fuck, she’s so tight.”
You clenched down around his finger at his words, and he moaned. “She was fucking made for us.”
As Han returned to worship your pussy, another tongue flicked at your nipple. Was that Vante? Taehyung?
Honestly, not knowing was high-key hot. You were hurtling towards your orgasm as one brother ate your pussy, another worshipped your breasts, and two more watched.
The feeling of having so much attention on you, on your pleasure, on your body, set you off. You came with an embarrassingly loud moan.
Lips brushed your ear as V murmured, “You’re so sexy when you come, kitten. I bet you’ll look even better when you come all over my cock.”
A whine escaped you as he teased you, licking your neck, teeth scraping over it. The afterglow of your orgasm quickly turned into the aching need for more.
And then your stomach let out an insanely loud growl.
The room quieted. A chuckle escaped someone. Then, laughs echoed around the bedroom.
“Well, someone needs to be fed,” V’s smile was apparent as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
The blindfold slipped from around your head and you blinked up at V as he untied your wrists. “Come on, baby, we can reheat dinner.”
“But–” You pouted as V placed a finger to your lips.
“We can get back to that after. We’re not even close to being done with you, kitten.”
“I don’t think we ever will,” Taehyung grinned at you as he tugged you up from the bed.
“Here you go, (y/n),” Vante handed you Han’s discarded button down.
“Thank you,” You blushed at his cuteness. Pausing, you scoured the ground for your panties.
Thwack.
Your ass stung as V’s hand massaged over the area he just smacked.
“They’re mine. Don’t bother,” His grin was feral as he squeezed your ass and then led you out of the room towards the kitchen.
As you both joined the others in the kitchen, you took the plate that Han offered you. Surveying the room, you took in your varying states of undress as you all stood around the kitchen island eating your reheated dinners.
Damn, you could get used to this… Taehyung caught your eye and shot you a wink.
Yeah, you were so fucked… but, so were they.
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aziraphales-library · 3 years
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Do you guys know any human AUs with genderfluid!Crowley? Aziraphale presenting either way is fine. Thanks in advance!
Hello my dear!
Here are a few I've come across recently.
Dear followers, if you have any further recommendations, please share them!
And so beguile thy sorrow by hapax (hapaxnym) [48K words, rated Teen and up]
Crowley (generally known to the staff as That Demon) was unusual in that he was obviously aware of his library codename, and delighted in returning the favour. Thank goodness, he showed no apparent signs of mental illness, or awkward exhibitionism, or even potential danger. What he was was bloody annoying.
Aziraphale adores his work as a public librarian. He finds fulfillment in answering questions, recommending titles, and planning programs. He likes his co-workers (well, most of them), and loves the small city he serves. The only thing marring his happy life is That Patron. Until one spectacularly disastrous Summer Reading Program throws them into a most unusual Arrangement.
The Pastor Fell series by ChristocentricQueer [Over 140K in the series, rated mature]
A Human AU where Aziraphale is a trans man (he/him pronouns) and a Protestant Pastor in a fictional denomination. He is in his late fifties, early sixties (depending on the fic). He lives in Tadfield, a medium-sized town in the United States. He is in a healthy relationship with Crowley, who is genderfluid (he/him and she/her pronouns) and agnostic.
Against Expectations by Blue_Sparkle, summerofspock [69k words, rated Explicit]
After being pressured by their families into a marriage neither of them want, Aziraphale and Crowley resign themselves to an unfulfilling life together. For Aziraphale that means trying to be the dutiful wife she was always taught to be and for Crowley it means hiding an important part of who he is.
story by summerofspock and art by Blue_Sparkle
Pretty Boy by SerenityStargazer [49k words, rated explicit]
Aziraphale Fell, real estate tycoon, finds himself in need of a companion during a business week in London. He meets Crowley in Soho and finds he enjoys the younger sex worker's company. They spend the week together and both are surprised to find themselves falling in love.
"Hey, handsome," Crowley purred, "want a date?"
"Right now," the blond man replied in a very proper, educated accent, "what I need are directions to the Ritz. Got myself turned around, I'm afraid."
"Five pounds for directions, luv," Crowley said calmly.
"Five pounds? That's ridiculous!" the man sputtered indignantly.
"Ten pounds. The price just went up."
"You can't charge me for directions!"
Crowley grinned. "I can do whatever I want, angel. I'm not lost." He stood up and turned his back, letting his arse lean against the window frame.
"Oh, very well," the man said, pulling out his wallet. Crowley opened the door and climbed in.
"For a twenty, I'll take you there personally," he offered.
Aziraphale handed the twenty over silently then tried to find first gear.
Stitch Me Up by Get_Wrexed [222k words, rated explicit]
Dr. Aziraphale Fell is newly appointed as the Chief of the A&E (ER) at Celestial Harmonies Hospital in Lambeth, London. The crowd is a much different one than the patients that gathered at his previous place of work in the South Downs- and his coworkers are perhaps the oddest of all. Emergency physician Gabriel Winger seems to think Dr. Fell has robbed him of a position that was rightfully his. Beatrix Bealz, the trauma surgeon on call, doesn't look or act like a surgeon at all. And then there's that strange Head Nurse Crowley. So stand-offish with his coworkers. So sweet with the patients. A mystery, all together. Aziraphale can't help but want to solve that mystery- what physician can resist one?
I do hope you enjoy.
-Mod AB
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sombreboy · 4 years
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Wedding night⇢kth x jjk
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⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm ⇢word count: 12.7k ⇢warnings: profanity which is mostly Tae cursing like a sailor, dirtytalk, drinking, dom!kth, sub!jjk, koo sucks tae off in a taxi lmao, slight cockwarming in koo's little throat?, more oral cuz Koo is cockhungry as hell, DADDY KINK, Tae eats Koo's ass like a fuckin champ, light choking ig but its with luv, anal (as always, this is fictional, use lube- koo loves when tae destroys his ass)
A/N: Serves as an ‘after story’ within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own.
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“Damn, Tae.” Hoseok whistled, messing with the younger’s formal, silk bow tie whilst Taehyung examined his reflection through the mirror; set out to dismiss his hyung’s side comments, no matter how uplifting.
He was nervous— as he was expected to be. It was Taehyung’s wedding day, and although he’d been dying of excitement days prior, now that he stood in his assigned dressing room; his heart was racing . Of course he was thrilled to be marrying Jungkook--he wouldn’t have proposed to the man if he wasn’t 100% sure. But.. still . It was an important milestone in their life--Taehyung wanted it to be perfect.
“Jungkook’s jaw is going to hit the floor!” Jin’s elated voice joined in from his spot on the couch, where he sipped on a martini; legs crossed as if he was relaxing by the beach, living his best life.
“I can just imagine the look on his face.” Namjoon playfully squeezed Tae’s tense shoulders, grinning at the anxious man through the full-length mirror. Taehyung simply shrugged him off, grimacing as if Joon’s touch stung. “Hyungs.. can you be quiet? I’m trying to think.”
Namjoon stepped away from Tae, hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t believe it— that you guys are getting married, that is.”
At that, an awkward smile tugged at Taehyung’s lips. He couldn’t believe it either; it felt like a dream. Tae didn’t regret getting down on one knee at all, he wanted Jungkook for the rest of his life. Some might think they’d been taking it too fast— or are in a hurry to secure their future; but this was what felt right to the both of them. They’d been dating for five years now, making Taehyung twenty-three; a young adult whose life was only beginning— supposedly. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. No matter how cheesy it sounded, Tae’s life began when he met Kook, his husband-to-be. He wanted to be married to the guy, to be able to call him his husband. They’d even started looking into adoption agencies, knowing the process could take up to a year’s time. Fuck what people thought of their decisions, they were theirs to assume the consequences of.
“Shit, I just hope it all goes well..”
“It will, Tae. This day will go down in the book of your lives.” Namjoon reassured.
Jin snickered, hiccuping, “You’re so poetic, Joon. Trust me, this day is going to slap.”
Meanwhile in Jungkook’s dressing room..
“You nervous? Need a cig?” One of Jungkook’s coworkers, Jia, offered; already pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her purse.
“Uhm.. I don’t think that’s a good idea..” Jisoo frowned, eyeing the other woman with uncertainty. “Just take deep breaths if you’re nervous, Jungkookie.”
“Ooor you could just smoke one.”
“For the last time—“
“You girls are so different, oh my fucking god.” Yoongi nonchalantly grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. Jia rolled her eyes, tucking the cigarettes back to where she found them.
“You guys are being annoying,” Jimin sighed, setting aside his beer before waltzing closer to Jungkook, studying the younger’s appearance with a pleased look on his face.
“Tae’s going to love you. You look good!”
''No smoking, I'm literally about to kiss Taehyung in front of everyone.'' Jungkook murmured, eyes hyper fixated on himself in the mirror. Honestly, a cigarette, or ten would be exactly what he needed right about fucking now. He was so nervous, his breathing was shallow-- his hands trembling. He took a good look at himself... He's always looked the same in his own eyes, ever unchanging. But today was different. Jungkook was different. Suddenly, he could see all the changes he's made since high school-- all the changes he'd been through with, and without Taehyung. The ever growing muscles finally at their peak, the suit flattering to his shape from his widened shoulders to his slim waist. His tattoos snaking out of the sleeve to his hands and by his neck. And his always way-too-long hair that he refuses to keep too short only because Taehyung had once said 'I like it long.'.. Now, that must've been years ago, but it stuck with the younger.
"I really look good?" Jungkook glanced at his friends through the mirror.
“Yes!” They all answered in unison— “Decent.”
“Yoongi, shush!” Jisoo playfully pushed the newly-dyed blonde’s shoulder, assuring Jungkook of how handsome he looked.
“Kidding, kid. You look okay.” Yoongi shrugged, successfully dodging Jimin’s incoming slap to his chest.
“Don’t pretend like I didn’t catch you trying to hold back your tears moments before, Min.” Jia smirked, crossing her tattooed arms over her chest; smile widening at the man’s taken-aback reaction.
“Wasn’t crying. You don’t even know me, anyways.” Yoongi huffed, now more hyper aware of his feelings, hence he snapped his head in the opposite direction of his peers.
“Never said you were crying, now did I?”
“Yo, both of you, stop bickering. If you didn’t hate each other so much, I’d think you’re secretly in love with one another.” Jimin didn’t bother looking at the pair, instead focusing his attention on the man of the night— well, one of the men. He was extremely happy for them; they deserved their happy ending after all the shit they went through. And it was a lot..
“You look hot, spicy.” Knowing it’d tickle Kook’s amusement, Jimin giggled whilst he verbally teased him, hoping to ease his mind even for a bit.
“Damn, Yoongi’s crying might rub off on me.”
“I wasn’t crying for fucks sake!”
~
Taehyung was left alone for some time; left to gather his thoughts once the suit was properly fitted, black hair slicked back— a couple strands falling down to his eyes. Still, he felt far from put together.. Reaching for his phone, Tae tapped on Jungkook’s profile, thumbs moving before he could think of the right words to say.
To: Kook Hey ;)) I know it’s bad luck or whatever to see each other before the ceremony, so I settled for texting I’m a little nervous, I’ve had to pee like 10 times now But fuck I’m so eager to make you my husband, bet you look gorgeous as always
Jungkooks scrunched smile and giggle grew, his friends surely knew how to hype him up; even though the nervosity was at its peak. "Thanks guys." He reached for his phone on the table as soon as it chimed, tucking his fringe behind his ear as he tapped the message. It didn't matter how long the men had been together, Tae always put a dumb grin on Kooks face with his interesting mashup of rambles and emojis. He quickly tapped back on the screen, he'd become a pretty good texter these days compared to his younger days.
To: TaeTae I'm also nervous T_T the girls (and Jimin) have been hyping me up for the past twenty minutes...I almost considered smoking a pack but I wanted to taste good lol. x) And I'm pretty sure Yoongi cried! feel so awkward in a suit, but they say I look, and I quote, "spicy" :ooo Can't wait to see you though, I can't imagine how fucking pretty you'll look in a suit.. I'll see you soon ^^ <3
Jungkook cringed, this might be the longest text he's ever sent in his entire life. But it was fun, and hopefully it would help ease the elders' nerves.
"Alright, it's time!" Jimin clapped his hands. "We will head to the audience, you got this Kook!"
Fuck, it was actually happening. They were getting married.
Taehyung comfortably sank back in his spot on the couch, chuckling at Jungkook’s use of emojis; it was fuckin’ cute. His boy was a dork, another reason Tae wanted to marry him.. The younger’s plan unknowingly worked, Taehyung felt more at peace as he typed back his reply; fingers moving quickly as he knew it was almost time to go. Now that he thought about it.. it was a waste, considering Kook probably wouldn’t see it until after the ceremony, but it did calm him down, so Tae said to hell with it.
To: Kook You always taste good tho..love everything you have to offer, you know I’m not picky And fuuuuckkk I bet you’re rocking the suit rn baby, don’t feel awkward
“Tae! Hurry.” Hoseok’s head peeked in from the other side, urging him to wrap it up— whatever had him grinning from ear to ear. Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung looked at his reflection one last time, messing with Namjoon’s work on his tie. When jogging out of the room, Tae cursed to himself— his speech!  “Shit, never mind.” The elder was so stressed out that he hadn’t noticed the slip of paper was tightly held in his hand; it was nerve-wracking. Taehyung was the one supposed to wait at the altar; after having been decided by a silly game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. The one thing they took their utmost time deciding on was the name, however.
Jeon. Taehyung wanted to take Jungkook’s surname. Something about wanting a fresh, fresh start. His boyfriend was his everything, and his father was nothing compared to Kook. Tae felt as if change was needed, and what better way than to refer to himself as a Jeon? It drew butterflies in his stomach..
“Fuck— sorry, I’m here now.” The elder harshly whispered to the marriage officiant, nearly tripping over a random cord on the way. Of course. Fuck, his mouth was dry. Taehyung’s chest felt heavy with excitement, squeezing tightly onto the piece of paper that had his vows written inside; just waiting to be heard by Jungkook— and everyone else, but those words were meant for the younger, truly. Shit, Tae just wanted to see him..
~
Jungkook was trembling behind the closed doors, continuously having to be stopped by Jisoo from running his hand through his hair.
"Don't mess your hair up, kookie. We spent hours on taming it!" She chuckled quietly, fixing the tie on his neck. He was a nervous wreck, his anxiety causing his stomach to do somersaults. He wants to throw up.
"I've never been this nervous in my life." Kook bounced on the ball of his foot, taking deep breaths. He was gonna get through this. He wanted this. He just wanted to see Taehyung.
"Shh, it's time. Go get that husband, Kookie!" Jisoo patted his back, grabbing the basket of flowers that she'd share with her daughter, Yuna. She was 5 years old now, and having them as the flower girls was nothing but an obvious choice. The doors slowly opened, music playing and everyone on their seats stood up, turning to look at Jungkook. It was a mix of eyes, all showing their own version of joy, whether it be with tears in their eyes or a large smile. But the only face Jungkook could see was the one staring back at him from the altar.
"Fuck..." Jungkook whispered under his breath, his feet finally moving on their own, eyes tunnel visioned on Taehyung. His heart didn't calm down, instead raced even faster, pounding heavily in his chest. But it wasn't out of nervosity, but of excitement.
“Oh, wow..” Taehyung was whipped— in awe, too. Jungkook mirrored a literal angel sent from above, and the elder couldn’t seem to look away; not for one second. The younger one looked stunning.. “Gorgeous..” Tae’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip, preventing it from trembling due to the emotions that’d taken over his body in the form of shivers. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..
Taehyung couldn’t believe it, they were only moments away from— “Uncle Tae! I have no more flowers..!” A fit of muffled laughter erupted from the small crowd, causing a flustered Jisoo to attempt to quiet down her daughter, murmuring shh’s.
“But mama I need more flowers!” Taehyung laughed, mouthing to Jisoo that all was well; Yuna was too cute. Tae loved the little girl to pieces. Once she was done throwing her mini tantrum— thanks to Namjoon, who quickly swept Yuna off her little feet; Tae’s big grin gradually died down now that Jungkook’s figure had gotten closer. Instead, he licked over his lips, feeling the warm tears resurface once again.
“Hurry up, I wanna hold your hands..” The needy whisper came out weaker than Taehyung had intended, voice breaking whilst he made grabby-hands towards Jungkook, wanting nothing more than to stand before the love of his life. When both men finally faced one another, the elder had the strong urge to kiss him; but he held back. The time hadn’t come yet..
“Wow.. you look so pretty, baby,” is what he settled for, nervously toying with Kook’s fingers, glassy eyes shrinking the more his smile widened.
Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek, the only invisible release of his anxious state that he could do at the moment. Taehyung looked fucking otherwordly, it blew his mind that this man... was his. Forever.
''You too.... So handsome.'' He whispered back, doe eyes sparkling from the lights around them, enhanced by the layer of tears glazing over his dark irises.  Don't cry, don't cry, don't fucking-- well, fuck, he's crying. Jungkook was always a crybaby. ''Shit...'' Kook didn't even register the warmth trickling down his cheeks until now, blinking rapidly as he looked at the ceiling to prevent the stinging in his eyes. His tattooed hands immediately intertwined with Taehyung's, squeezing to ensure that this was indeed their reality. And so, they were both reminded of this reality as the officiant's voice echoed in the venue.
"Welcome family, friends and loved ones. We are gathered today to celebrate the union of,'' The officiant paused to look at the younger. ''Jeon Jungkook and,'' And over at the elder. ''Kim Taehyung."
Jungkook's breath hitched, squeezing his husband to be's hands tighter.
"Your marriage will be a lifelong promise to love, respect, trust and honor each other through the good, the bad and the unexpected. This union represents your commitment to support one another as individual beings but share your joys, sorrows, and dreams as one." The speech continued, the officiant rambled about marriage, about love, about everything-- and Jungkook couldn't do anything but silently admire Taehyung, just as the elder did back. Their expression said it all, it always did. Ever since they were younger, the look in their eyes never changed as they found each other's gaze.
''Jeon Jungkook, do you take Kim Taehyung to be your husband?''
Jungkook swallowed tightly, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment. The way he fucking loved this man was unheard of.
"I do." His voice was clear, and for that he was thankful-- even if his cheeks were damp with tears.
The officiant turned to look at the elder.
"Kim Taehyung, do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your husband?"
Taehyung didn’t need another second to think it through; he’s had five years to make up his mind—“Fuck, o-of course! I mean, I do.” He squeezed the younger’s trembling hands, twiddling with the delicate piece of metal hugging Kook's ring finger; grinning freely past the layer of tears that washed over his chocolate eyes.
“Forasmuch as Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook have consented together in holy matrimony, and have pledged their love and loyalty to each other, and have declared the same by the joining and the giving of rings, by the power vested in me, and as witnessed by friends and family, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss the groom.” The series of claps and exceptionally loud cheers (drunk Jin) from their friends barely reached Taehyung’s ears. The elder practically threw himself in Jungkook’s arms, tightly wrapping his own around the younger’s neck as Tae kissed the hell out of him, taking his sweet time with his husband. Fuck.. felt disorienting— yet extremely fitting to think that; to be able to refer to Jungkook as his husband.
“I love you so much.” Taehyung’s faint whisper only reached four ears, his and Kook’s. Their friends lingered in the beautifully lit background, cooing; some snapping hundreds of pictures (once again, drunk Jin) of the pair. “And yeah, they were right. You do look spicy..” The elder discreetly raised a brow, having yet to part ways from Jungkook’s warmth. “But tonight, you’ll look even better naked.” The elder’s hands tauntingly slid down to Kook’s waist, where he gripped at his soft edges. Taehyung’s dim smirk diminished into yet another kiss, this time needier..
“Uh, guys? You gonna stop kissing now..?” Hoseok gave them a verbal poke, “We’re still here, you know.”
Jia cheerfully butted in, “Let’s get this party started, I wanna get wasted.”
Jungkook wiped his dry tears off his cheeks when theiy kiss is broken, wide smile mixed with his flustered blush. Tae always managed to sneak in the comments that'd make his insides stir from the mere anticipation of what's to come. Their wedding night. Somehow, that thought made it even more special. And even if they've done practically everything together, Koo was feeling a bit nervous... He wanted it to be even more special. He was thankful for the fact that a bit of liquid courage would surely help with his nerves. Honestly, tipsy sex later on didn't sound that bad...
"Don't say such things yet, or I won't be able to wait until tonight.." Jungkook whispered back, burying his face in Tae's neck momentarily until his blush would subside.
Photos were taken, from Tae popping the champagne bottle for their first drink together as a married couple, arms hooked and cheesy for the cameras, Jungkook cutting their cake and feeding it to Taehyung, with all hyungs in the back cheering like dumbasses, to Yuna smearing cream on Jungkook's nose as he held her. It was the perfect gathering for everyone that loved them, and for the ones they loved. The venue had moved into the party event of the night, Kook's suit jacket came off to only wear the pants and white dress shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to his biceps, hair slightly messy but still put together. Drinks now in hand, hyungs, friends and the married couple exchanged laughs, memories and embarrassing stories.
''Remember when Taehyungie aaalways would give Jungkookie the marshmallows during breakfast? Ah, so wholesome. And here they are, fucking maaarrried!" Jin laughed, raising his glass for another drink.
''And when they disappeared during that party...'' Yoongi added quietly, his cheeks red from the alcohol. ''Then they came back from upstairs looking all newly fucked.''
Namjoon choked on his drink at the memory, remembering literally finding them naked in the room. But, that was something he'd take to the grave, however giving the couple a look of 'if they only knew.'
Jungkook blushed, tilting his head back to gulp down one of his drinks. ''My favorite is... McDonalds.'' he scrunched his nose at the memory, glancing over at Tae. ''Remember?''
Taehyung sat his half-empty glass of wine down. The slender fingers that once wrapped around its crystal base were now on Jungkook’s thigh, caressing over the smoother fabric of the younger’s dress pants— a different feel compared to Kook’s usual, rugged style. “How could I forget..” Tae chuckled, “That’s the place where you asked me out.”
“I knew it!” Jin’s loud voice startled little Yuna, who was busy stuffing her face with a slice of cake whilst the rest of the adults conversed about different topics that didn’t intrigue her five-year-old mind. Immediately, she hid her face in Namjoon’s chest, small fists clinging onto her father’s suit. “Remember that day in the lunchroom? When both of you were being total assholes and wouldn’t tell us who asked who out? I was right.”
Hoseok’s eyes lit up, as if the memories had just registered in his brain— “I remember! Always thought it was Tae, though.”
Taehyung’s cheeky grin evolved into a laugh, comfortably leaning his body against his husband’s, “Nope. It was him, it was right after the party, too. I remember it clearly— my ass was so sore, and the stars were really pretty.. also, the milkshakes. At that moment, he just.. asked if I wanted to be his boyfriend, so I said yes.”
Jimin’s plushy lips jutted outwards into a soft pout, cooing.
“I didn’t know you back then, but that does sound cute as hell.” Jia looked over at Yoongi, seeing as he was already looking back at her. The sensual tension between those two was pungent, anyone could tell. “This man right here cried fat tears during your vows.” Yoongi’s fond expression shifted into a frown, huffing as he poured himself another drink.
“Not true, Jia. You sure love to over-exaggerate things, don’t you?”
Yoongi definitely cried. Everyone knew.
“Whatever, I’m gonna go... to the bathroom, drank too much..” The last bit was mumbled. With a quick look towards Jia’s direction, Yoongi raised his brows— she got the hint.
“Gonna go check my dress, shit’s too tight.”
And just like that, both disappeared from the table.
Hoseok snickered, “Remind you of some people?” Taehyung smirked, bumping shoulders with Kook.
“They’re definitely hooking up. Yoongi had a tent under those pants.”
“Daddy? What’s ‘hooking up’?” It was Jisoo’s turn to glare at the man at her side, “Jin!”
"That's uhhhh..... oh look Yuna, cake!" Namjoon averted the distraction with sugary sweets, which seemed to work by the way the little child suddenly forgot about any mention of 'hookups', his dimpled smile directed to Jisoo. Jungkook leaned onto Taehyung, his fond eyes travelling across the group. The fact they all managed to still be friends was a blessing. The night went on, everyone getting more intoxicated, Yoongi and Jina still gone-- probably left to continue somewhere else.. and Jisoo and Namjoon ended up leaving because little Yuna had a bedtime to attend. The rest of the group stayed around until late hours, cheering and drinking on to celebrate the newlyweds. But all nights come to an end, everyone standing outside the building to bid their farewell.
"Time for you guys to consummate the marriage huhhhh?" Jin winked, one arm clinging onto Hoseok's shoulder to keep him up straight.
"Itll be like any other night." Hoseok snickered, hissing when Jimin kicked his shin.
"Congrats on the marriage, guys." Jimin cheered, blowing kisses in the air to the sweet couple. "I'm very happy for you guys. Ahh.. I want to marry someday too."
"Maybe Mino will marry you." Jungkook giggled, his cheeks red from the alcohol heating him up, clinging onto Taehyung's arm like a child. He surely was bigger, but in a moment like this he seemed just so small and endearing. "See you guys later."
The couple waited for their cab, as neither were in a condition to drive, anxious to get home to their first night as Mr. And Mr. Jeon.
“Someone’s had a bit too many drinks..” Taehyung drunkenly chuckled, wrapping one arm around Jungkook’s loose shoulders to pull him in closer, out stretching his neck; in the lookout for their expected cab. Once the car finally pulled up, Tae slumped down on the backseat, throwing his head back with a tired groan. It’s been a long, exciting day; almost all of the elder’s energy was spent entertaining their guests. “Fuck, ‘m tired, husband..” Like a kid, Taehyung turned his head to gaze into the younger’s eyes, cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Dunno if I’m gonna be able to fuck you dumb tonight.” Oh, Tae definitely could. Now that he was in a hazier mindset, messing with Jungkook seemed that much more amusing.. The elder might‘ve been tired; but he never got tired of Kook’s body, and tonight was no exception. “Shit, I was really gonna take my time with you and everything.. I was gonna make love to you, hard.” He forced out a defeated sigh, diverting his attention to the various lights outside.
Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung with his wide doe eyes, hands fiddling in his lap. He pouted. "But Taeeee...." he leaned in closer, hand reaching to tug at his husband's collar for attention. He really turned into such a baby when he drank with Taehyung. And maybe, just maybe it also had to do with the fact that they were horny newlyweds, he's been teased all day. "Tired? noo.. babe, we can wake you up. I'll wake youu uuup!"
“God, you’re so fucking cute..” Taehyung scooted closer to his tipsy husband, Tae’s distant laughter now coming across as raspier than before; the slight vibrations in his broad shoulders brushing against the side of Jungkook’s arm. “You’ll wake me up, huh..” Something else was already aroused awake, and the elder couldn’t bare to keep it a secret from Kook for much longer.. “I have an idea— of how you can wake me up, that is.” Taehyung pressed a small kiss onto the younger’s cheek, alert eyes trained upfront. “Wanna know what it is? Shit, why am I even asking, of course you do..” He pulled away from Jungkook’s ear, drunken-breath clashing against the latter’s clammy skin. “Get a feel, baby.” Tae cautiously led the younger’s hand to his bulge, ragged breath hitching in his throat. He was extra sensitive, and it was hard to not make much noise.. The driver would start to get suspicious. “Ah shit.. move your hand.” With a quick peek upfront, Taehyung undid his zipper, man-spreading for Jungkook. Luckily the back was dark enough, but there was always a chance of them getting caught..
Jungkook's eyes sparkled in the dark, biting down on his lower lip to prevent the needy whimper that threatened to escape his throat. He probably wouldn't admit it so openly, but there was something about the risk of getting caught that turned him on even more than if it would've been a simple wait for them to get home. Taehyung surely knew that though. Kook was his little exhibitionist. And the latter was ever grateful that the elder indulged in his deviant desires. "Can't believe I get to call you my husband." Jungkook whispered, voice more steady this time around. One hand still palming Tae’s bulge over his pants, his other hand snaked underneath the waistband for a direct contact, sighing out a shaky breath at the silky, soft yet hard length that throbbed in his hand. Kook has seen, tasted and touched Taehyung's cock what felt like a million times before, but there was no way he could ever get enough of it. Slowly, he stroked Taehyung's rigid length with lazy movements, relishing in the response he drew out from his husband in the form of twitchy hips, the struggle to remain silent.
“Fuck..” Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, temporarily wetting the dry patches. He harshly tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, and the corner of his mouth twitched once as he held back a deep, thick growl. “My fuckin’ husband; you like this, don’t you? My sneaky baby.. jerking me off in the backseat of a stranger’s car. Dirty little thing.” The elder gently rocked his hips into Kook’s hand, looking down at the way the front of his pants would bulge outwards with every stroke. “So fucking good. You imagining it’s your ass wrapping around me, baby boy? Hm? Fuckin’ bet you wanna jump my bones; you wanna feel this big cock inside of you— fuuck..” Taehyung threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Mmhm... shit, when you talk like that..." Jungkook rubbed his thighs together, uncomfortably adjusting his erection. "Drives me mad. My little ass is throbbing, clenching just thinking about your fat cock filling it up." Koo whispered into the elders ear, squeezing Taes turgid length a little harder, his hand getting more and more slick with every stroke, focusing his attention on the swollen mushroom tip than the rest of it, rubbing his thumb underneath the crease of the head. "I love you. Do you feel a bit more awake now?" He breathed out coyly, nuzzling his nose into Taehyung's neck. For one it could look like an innocent cuddle, little drunk koo just seeking leverage. But the innocence was nowhere to be found in either of the boys.
Taehyung’s nails sank deep into the fabric of his pants, feeling the strong muscles under his thigh shift into a clenched position. The way Jungkook’s thumb kneaded the spot under the reddened tip; accentuating his vigor— it had Tae losing it. Kook knew how much that gesture drove him insane. He also knew that it turned Taehyung on to the max; if the latter wasn’t in such a trance, he would’ve had to punish Jungkook for it. How dare he tease him in a situation like this one?— knowing Tae wouldn’t be able to fuck his brains out.. “Y-yeah.. more awake. Keep rubbing under there..” The elder grew harder in Kook’s hand, the rocking of his hips gaining more momentum. “O-oh.. fuuck.”
“Everything okay back there?”
Shit— shit! As if it could possibly hide the commotion going on inside of his pants, Taehyung’s hand instinctively covered over his bulge; looking like a wide-eyed idiot. He quickly turned to look at Jungkook, silently pleading with him to answer for the both of them. His voice would betray him, Tae was sure of it. Fuck, he just wanted to arrive at their expensive suite already and fuck his husband..
"All good, siiir! Just a little too much to drink!" Jungkook chirped back, keeping his eyes fixed on Taehyung's wide ones. Mischief was evident on Jungkook's expression, he was fucking thriving off of the risky situation, the embarrassment that could possibly dawn upon them. But Kook was confident the chance of actually being caught was more unlikely. "Don't worry so much, you're way too obvious..." Jungkook whispered, although he did enjoy the tension it provided. "I wonder if I could just suck you off right here?" He added lowly, eyes lowering to watch his hand resume it's work, squeezing and rubbing at the swollen head. He licked his lips, nodding to himself as he leaned down, his raven hair barely visible in the dark anyway. "Just gonna take a little nap til we arrive." He cooed out loud, quietly tugging down Tae's pants to release his length from the strain of fabrics. He sighed, the sound coming out as a quiet moan that only the elder could hear before directly taking the tip into his mouth, no teasing-- just as much as he could possibly take down his throat, tongue brushing against the velvety skin. He remains still, his gag reflex well trained throughout their years together, allowing the elder to just feel the wet warmth of Jungkook's fleshy mouth, like a good cock warming prep. Koo knew this would drive him mad, riled up to the max to get what he wanted in their bedroom later on; a desperate, rough, punishing fuck.
“Kook— wha.. a-ah..” Taehyung gasped; he didn’t expect Jungkook to actually go through with it, but now that the younger’s mouth lingered frozen around his heated cock, Tae found that to be even more surprising. Jungkook was really testing him.. “Fuck, babe quit playing and suck my dick..” His fingers wove themselves in through his husband’s long hair, tugging at its roots.  Taehyung stared down at where Kook’s warmth engulfed his most sensitive body part, desperately trying to make out the younger’s swollen lips in the darkness.  Still as cautious as ever, Tae’s eyes continuously flickered between the focused driver and his husband, slightly pushing downwards on Jungkook’s head. “Baby, fuck.. so warm, shit.” Taehyung felt as if he’d be able to stay like this forever.. “You’re taking in all of it like a champ, Jesus..”
As if Jungkook was cock-warming him, Tae threw his head back, eyes closed while he visibly relaxed. It was tempting to fuck the younger’s mouth, but after a long; eventful day, this was what Taehyung needed..
“So newlyweds, huh? How does it feel?”
The elder’s eyes immediately awakened, worried that the man would be able to see Jungkook through the rear view mirror. He pushed down on Kook’s nape, feeling the younger’s drool slither down his naked length. “Oh, uh.. it— it feels great.” Taehyung bit down on his rosy lip, slowly thrusting his hips upwards. Fuck, Kook was going to be the death of him.
Jungkook placed his hand on Tae's thigh, smoothing his hand in slow circles as a way of reassurance that he's fine. But of course, Tae knew the younger could take it all. He took a deep breath through his nose, swallowing tightly around the elders swollen length. The fleshy walls of his throat constricted, the light quiet sound of the younger gasping for more air more prominent. But Kooks hand remained soothing on Tae’s thigh. It was fine. He loved this. And, the fact that Taehyung was having a conversation with the driver only made it so much more entertaining.
"That is amazing. You two make a very handsome couple. I can hear the sighs of women from here when they see the two of you together." The driver chuckled lightly.
The moan scratching at the back of Taehyung’s throat converted itself into an awkward chuckle; his posture stiff as he relished in the comforting touch of Jungkook’s hand. “Y-yeah,” another forced laughter, “He’s very good.. very handsome. Lucky to have him— o-oh shit.”  Tae felt his husband’s throat close in around him, and the elder insisted Kook could make out the saltiness of his precum. Shit, he was practically squeezing it out of him at this point, Jungkook was so fucking tight..
“Everything alright?” Of course the driver heard.
“Yeah— yeah, ‘m good.”
Taehyung��s tongue swiped over his lips, his fingers having yet to part from the younger’s hair. “Wanna feel you even more..” Subtly, Tae’s hips fucked into his mouth, the tip of his cock repeatedly prodding against the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Oh god..” His body’s rhythm was steady, but anything was better than nothing. The elder stared down at him, admiring the way the boy’s plush lips would occasionally graze the skin of his pelvis. Jungkook’s gag reflex had gotten better, and Taehyung was big— it came as an initial surprise for both. Now, they were used to it. While his dick stayed snug inside of Kook's mouth, the driver decided it’d be a good idea to continue asking them questions.
“Any plans for the future?”
“Uh, buy a house, raise a baby— things like that.” Normally Tae wouldn’t have answered so quickly, but he was desperate for the man to stop asking them questions..
“That’s amazing. Babies are a handful, I have two of them myself, so I wish you guys the best of luck!”
“T-thanks. We’ll need it.”
“How does your husband feel about that? Excited to raise a kid?”
“Yeah, babe. How do you feel about raising a baby with me?” If Jungkook could tease him, so could he. “Come on, wake up from your nap honey. It’s rude..”
Jungkook clawed at Taehyung's thigh for having the guts to force the younger to interrupt what he'd started. He really didn't want to separate his throat from Tae's cock. However, he did, slowly feeling the rigid length brush against his fleshy mouth as he pulled back to sit up straight, combing his fingers through his hair with one hand and wiping his teary eyes with the other. "Yeah,'' His voice came out hoarse. He padded his eyes with the back of his hand, instead acting as if he's so touched by the very thought of children. "Yeah I am very excited, can't wait to raise a child with him." Kook glanced over at the elder as he said so, he genuinely meant every word that rolled off his tongue. However, right now, there was a hint of his mischievous annoyance present. He wanted to tease more. Instead, he opted for simply... Not going back down, leaning back in his seat as he placed his hands in his lap, covering the throbbing bulge he's rocking of his own. Fuck, this car ride felt like it was taking forever...
"How sweet.'' The driver chirped as he finally pulled over by their street.
"Well, here we are. It was a pleasure talking to the two of you, I wish you the best of luck with your future. And congratulations on the marriage."
After seconds of just.. waiting for Jungkook to dive back down, Taehyung passed as an actual idiot. He expectantly stared at his husband, dick stiff as a pole— but without anyone to take proper care of it. When it became obvious that Kook wasn’t planning on continuing, Taehyung scoffed, tucking himself back in with a sour expression. This man..
Once the sight of the massive hotel came into view, Tae was eager to get out of there. He rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet before paying the driver, thanking him for the thoughtful wishes regarding their marriage. However, part of him felt guilty that the man remained clueless about what took place in the backseats, so Taehyung gave him a big tip. It didn’t completely get rid of his gnawing guilt, but it definitely helped..
“Thanks. Drive safe.” The elder waved at the man, an innocent smile on display until the car disappeared from their sight.
At that moment, Taehyung grasped onto Jungkook’s bicep, bringing him closer. “What the fuck was that?” He growled into the younger’s ear, “You didn’t even suck me off, that’s low, babe.” His bigger hand snuck down to Kook’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “You teased me a lot back there, I don’t wanna hear a word from you when I do the same. Now come on, let’s get checked in, then we’ll see if I’m still up for it..”
Being manhandled in this manner had Jungkook speechless, the one and only sound he dared to allow slipping past his suck-swollen lips was a breathy whimper. Now, it was no secret that the younger was physically the one at an advantage if he wanted to be-- but the thing is, he crumbled so easily with every word hissing through Taehyung's teeth. Jungkook nodded, keeping his gaze low on the ground as his lips curled up in a small smile, legs trembling with excitement. This little game, it was the perfect thrill. Would he get teased until he physically couldn't take it anymore? Would he be left tied up on the bed for hours upon hours? Or would the elder simlpy be too impatient and just fuck him into a dumb drooling mess?
Not knowing what to anticipate drove the younger mad.
Once they made it to the door of their premium suite, he patiently waited next to his husband who had the keycard to the door, eyes occasionally daring to look at how Tae practically oozed with frustration-- like a cloud of power that followed him all the way from the car. Kook licked his lips at the sight, a soft shaky breath all that left him as he shifted his weight on his feet, keeping his head low still. He wanted to feel small.
Taehyung turned on the doorknob, stepping into the neat space that’d soon turn into a mess. The elder was annoyed, and Jungkook knew how he got whenever something was on his mind, especially something like this.. “What are you doing still standing there? Get in.” No trace of fondness remained put in Taehyung’s naturally lower voice. Tonight, he’d put Jungkook through the merciless teasing that the younger showed him in the car; and Tae was going to enjoy every minute of it. After closing the door behind them, the elder loosened his bowtie, throwing it to the corner where his suit jacket laid. He turned around to face Jungkook, forcing the latter to stare into his eyes by redirecting his chin upwards.
He really looked too cute..
“Why are you so shy? You look so innocent..” Taehyung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, withdrawing his hand from Kook’s chin. “But you’re far from innocent, and I think you know why.”
With a bratty smile, Tae made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his top. “Why should I fuck you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass.” He made zero efforts to meet Jungkook’s eyes, playing uninterested.
Jungkook's doe eyes widened as he stepped closer to the elder until he stood in front of him, knees almost touching. He tried to meet Tae's eyes, but they kept avoiding him like the plague. And that alone ignited the needy fires within the younger-- he craved the attention even more when he was deprived of it. "Please, Taehyung." Jungkook's voice was low, a just audible enough whine. He dropped to his knees in front of Tae, still desperately attempting to feel his husband's gaze on him. "I'll be good, so good for you." He added, his hands already unbuttoning his own shirt after loosening his tie; eager to free himself from the restraints of the fabrics. Eager to feel Taehyung's clammy skin against his own at some point. Kook threw his shirt to the side, leaving his tie loose around his neck purposefully. He leaned in, placing his tattooed hands on Taehyung's thighs daringly as his sparkly gaze seeked attention. "I'll do anything to make up for it." He licked his lips as he said so, genuine in every sense of his words. "Mr. Jeon." He quirked a brow, liking how his name sounded when addressed to the elder, giving him a new level of authority that had Kook's cock throb beneath his dress pants.
Mr. Jeon..
Taehyung’s fingers tightly curled around Jungkook’s loose tie, roughly pulling the younger’s body upwards, unbothered to be the one who put in the effort to make their gazes clash. In this moment, Jungkook was his little doll; Tae got to handle him as he pleased. “Anything?” Their noses were practically touching whilst the elder’s hot breath fanned Kook’s flustered face, his eyes dead-set on the younger’s relaxed lips. “Call me that again.” Taehyung not only wanted to hear, but he wanted to see. The elder’s stare fell heavy on Jungkook’s lips, anticipating seeing the way they moved as Kook referred to him by such a commanding name. “Fuck.. say it.”
Jungkook licked his plushy lips deliberately slow before he inhaled deeply. "Mr. Jeon... Please, use me." He said with a low voice, his dark eyes still seeking for any attention. But knowing he wouldn't get it until the elder chose to, he settled for observing every little reaction he was able to draw out of him. He knew Taehyung didn't go unaffected, whether he acted like it or not. "Jeon Taehyung." He repeated the full name, this time it came out more like a strained sigh due to the tightness of the tie around his neck, eyes fluttering shut when he felt Tae's hand tug at the fabric controlling his airways.
Fuck, Taehyung couldn’t take it any longer; he had to have Jungkook. It was annoying— how the younger more often than not got away with whatever the hell he wanted, simply because of Taehyung’s undying hunger for the man.. But, who said the teasing had to end there? Surely not the elder. It was more fun that way.. Tae’s bigger hand unlatched itself from Jungkook’s tie, instead snaking around to the latter’s nape, sinking his fingers into the rigid skin before forcing their lips together. The kiss was anything but gentle, instead it reflected off of how Taehyung was feeling at the moment; needy, controlling— rough. “You’re gonna regret messing with me..” The elder mumbled in between their breathless kisses, the grip on Jungkook’s nape now more prominent, and so was the bulge in his tight pants. “You’re gonna listen to Mr. Jeon’s every word, got it?” Taehyung’s thumb caressed over the smooth skin of Kook’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. “Now undress me, but undo my zipper with your teeth. Hold eye contact throughout all of it, can you do that, puppy?” Not waiting for a clear answer, Tae comfortably leaned back on his arms, waiting for Jungkook to get started.
A spark of excitement swirled in Jungkook's dark gaze, eager to please and serve his husband. It was so fucking hot to see him this way, a nonchalant expression oozing of power, leaned back to showcase just exactly Jungkook was yet to unwrap for himself to see. Kook was confident, thrilled; and impatient. The mix had his hands trembling as he firstly finished the job of unbuttoning every single button on Tae's dress shirt, letting it freely fall to his sides to expose the firm yet soft torso that the younger had seen and admired countless times; yet every single time it felt new. "Yes, sir." Jungkook dragged his upper teeth across his lower lip as he lowered himself back on his knees between Taehyung's legs, eyes never wavering from his husbands. He clicked the initial button of the elders pants open before inching down to clasp the zipper between his bunny like teeth. Kook still stared up at the other male, desperate for any praise at all; and it showed in his eyes. And he was ready to work for it, there was no challenge the younger male wouldn't attempt to conquer. With every tooth of the zipper unraveling, the sound triggered his cock to pulse beneath his still intact pants. He both relished and cursed the slow pace of this, he craved to feel full, yet the journey there was just as exciting. When finished, he kept his teeth clamped on the little metal piece on the zipper, not daring to let go until ordered to do so.
“Have I ever told you how fuckin’ pretty you look when you’re obedient?” Taehyung purposely stayed back to watch Jungkook’s patient expression, knowing he could tell the younger to let go of his zipper whenever he wanted. “Now’s when you decide to be good, huh.. shit, so gorgeous..” The elder leaned forward, a shit-eating smirk tugging at his slightly swollen lips. “Let go.” Right as Kook was beginning to pull away, Taehyung’s palm pressed flat against his throat, gripping at Jungkook’s neck with his slender fingers. Although his grip was too strong to wriggle out of, Tae made sure it didn’t hurt Kook.. badly. “If you were so confident in the car, how ‘bout you prove to me just how deep you can go, hm?” Taehyung’s thumb pressed down harder at the receptive spot on the side of Jungkook’s neck, loving the way his husband seemed taken-aback by his actions. “Suck my cock, no games this time.” Growing impatient, the elder let go of his hold around Jungkook’s skin, expecting him to follow through; just like he always would.
"Yes." Jungkook gasped his word out the moment Taehyung withdrew from his throat, his throbbing erection aching so badly it almost hurt. He wanted to please so badly, he was thriving as he would remain feeling inferior throughout. He placed his hands firmly on Taehyung's thighs, using only his mouth to pick up the tip into his mouth, leaning forward to take the entirety of his husband's rigid cock down his throat, tongue brushing against the soft skin as he did so. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he wasted no time in hollowing his cheeks, sucking with an evident hunger as he began to slowly bob his head up and down. Every time his plush lips pressed against the elders pelvis, he'd feel his throat fight the girth in the form of constrictions, his eyes beginning to gather a layer of tears. He looked up at Taehyung as he withdrew, keeping the tip in his mouth as he swirled his wide tongue around it, only for him to move back down until the bulbous head prodded the back of his throat. Jungkook resumed his ministrations for as long as Taehyung would desire, the wet, loud sounds of the younger sucking with greed striking in the quiet room.
The muscles underneath Taehyung’s throat bobbed with every gulp he took, jaw slack as he watched Jungkook get to work; in a trance from the way his husband’s tongue circled around his head. Ever since they were younger, Kook always knew how to please him during a blowjob. The younger knew what he was doing, and it benefited them both. Those times they’d sneak out of the classroom only for Jungkook to get down on his knees— that feeling of infinite bliss and exhilaration never left. And now here they were, married, yet acting like the horny teenage boys they once were when they properly met... That’s how Taehyung felt with Jungkook; young.
“Shit.. you’re gonna fucking make me burst..” The elder threw his head back, the raspiness of his moans now accompanying the lewd sounds in the room. “You love my cock so much.. fuuck yeah, that’s it, good boy.” Taehyung relished in the warmth a bit longer, cheeks flushed with color. He could endure it a little more..
Jungkook pressed his thighs together at the sounds he managed to draw out of his husband, his muffled moans still caught in his throat. He took it upon himself to ease the pulsating ache between his legs by reaching down with one hand, unbuttoning his tight pants to seek some relief. Never once did he waver the rhythm he'd built up, skillfully sucking and licking Taehyung's turgid length as if he was worshipping the man himself. Kook snaked his hand beneath his own waistband, palming himself through his underwear to find even the slightest of friction, his teary eyes forcing a tear down his cheek to join the mess of drool and precum on his lips and chin.
Similar to a favorite movie of his, Taehyung found the sight below him so foreseeable yet so enticing. No matter how many times the elder’s seen Jungkook’s drool glisten down his skin, each time felt like the first. Kook was working so hard for him, maybe it was about time he did the same.. “Shit.. that’s enough.” With his hands on the younger’s shoulders, Taehyung withdrew his cock from Jungkook’s mouth, instantly missing the warmth it once provided. He gazed down at the thick layer of drool on his dick, and then back at Kook’s face— he looked beautiful like this, with rosy cheeks and watery eyes.. But Tae knew something else had to be done. “Strip for me, wanna see all of you..”
Jungkook gasps for air, not bothering to wipe his glistening chin at all as he gets up on his feet. His cheeks are flushed when he sees his own erection aching beneath the fabrics of his pants. His already exposed torso clammy from working hard on Tae's cock, messy hair and the loose tie gives him a sure look of a good, submissive boy. Now all that's missing is to show off just how badly he needs Taehyung. "Am I doing well?" Jungkook asks, fishing for more praise. His tattooed, long fingers curl around his pants as he pulls them down along with his underwear, allowing the fabrics to pool at his feet before stepping out of them. Now fully in the nude (except for the little cute tie around his neck), he takes a step to stand right in front of his husband, hands limp on his sides as he awaits what's next, cock twitching in anticipation.
“You’re doing amazing, baby..” Taehyung’s hooded eyes skimmed down Kook’s exposed, awkward stance; inhaling every inch of the younger’s skin as if it was smoke to his lungs. Jungkook was drop dead gorgeous— even in such a vulnerable state, he managed to make the elder’s breath hitch. Taehyung was sure that feeling would never, ever go away.. He never wanted it to. It kept things exhilarating between the two; it gave Taehyung a rush like never before. “You look so fucking cute with your tie.” A low chuckle emitted from deep down the elder’s chest whilst his feet moved on his own, breaking the small distance between their bodies. One of his hands landed on the side of Jungkook’s waist, and his pointer finger hooked itself underneath the flimsy fabric around Kook’s neck, drawing him in closer. Their cocks gently grazed over one another, the small contact having Taehyung bite down on his lower lip— his husband’s lower lip, anything to be more than close. “You turn quiet real quick, don’t you?” The elder breathed out against Jungkook’s neck, running the tip of his nose along the responsive skin. “Hope you’re less shy when I pound into you, wanna hear you.” In that instant, Taehyung harshly drove the younger’s back against the wall, caging his relatively larger build in between his own. No matter how much stronger Jungkook was; or how tough he appeared in people’s eyes, Tae knew the younger man would always be his baby boy.
Those doe eyes made Taehyung want to corrupt him again and again.
“So fuckin’ pretty, goddamn.” The elder’s mouth latched on to his husband’s sweet spot, sucking on the soft skin as if it was the last thing he’d do. Both of his bigger hands held Jungkook’s wrists above his head, stopping him from wriggling too much. “Gonna give you so many hickeys, want everyone to know what we came here to do.. and that’s fucking mark my territory.”
"Ah~ yes, I'm yours...." Jungkook's rosy lips parted in a needy whimper, muscles in his arms and torso flexing as he lightly tugged against the restraints that were Taehyung's hands-- however not hard enough to actually set himself free. He could.. but he did.not.want.to.. He was thriving to be Taehyung's good boy. His regular day to day life always consisted of being the big guy, the strong guy. The one in charge. And ever since they were teenagers, the elder was the only person who could reduce him into a whiny, needy boy that just wanted to be manhandled, praised, and properly and utterly fucked. Jungkook's breathy moans were growing heavy, eyes screwing shut as he deliberately focused on the way Tae's lips sucked on his skin-- and trying his best to ignore the borderline painful ache between his legs. He could practically feel the precum drool from the swollen head of his tip. But it was so much easier said than done, and the younger's well repeated words throughout the years slipped past his lips in a quiet whine. "More, please.."
Taehyung’s lips attached themselves to parts of the untainted skin of Kook’s neck, down to his collarbones and shoulders, where he stamped a bundle of kisses— ranging from big to small— along every shuddering dip and arch. “Such a good boy for me, I love you.” With one last look into Jungkook’s eyes, Tae spun the younger around on his feet, hands grabbing at his small waist. “Just wanna devour you whole..” The elder’s breath clashed against the other’s nape, feeling the delicate hairs of Jungkook’s skin brush against his nose in a feather-like touch. Everything Kook had to offer was intoxicating.. Taehyung nuzzled his face in the crook of his husband’s collarbone, one of his hands snaking around to where Jungkook’s aroused cock bobbed. His long fingers didn’t wait to wrap themselves around the thick girth, accumulating the precum at the tip, and smothering it down to the rest of his length.
“Don’t cum yet, alright~?” The elder pressed himself harder onto Kook’s ass, pushing the latter’s chest against the wall. His rock-hard dick stayed snug in between his husband’s cheeks, taunting him with painfully slow thrusts. “Fuck..” Taehyung flicked his wrist a couple of times, then proceeded to carefully stroke Jungkook’s wet cock— from the base to the tip. “Your moans are so fucking pretty, I wanna hear them all the time.”
"Oh, fuck... Tae.." Jungkook pressed his cheek against the wall, heavy huffs and moans slipping past his lips. His cock twitched happily in the elder's hand, finally receiving the attention he so badly craved. But it quickly turned out to be not enough. Not enough at all. "You're so good to me-- god.." kooks voice tore into a higher pitched moan when the elders cock pressed against his plump ass, arching his back to seek more, to silently beg for his husband to fuck him already. But he knew better than that, Tae wouldn't give in so easily; even if they both knew and desired just that. "You drive me crazy, I love you so mu-uch!" He tensed his leg muscles, desperately trying to hold back how fast his orgasm wanted to creep up on him, whining louder with every stroke provided by the other male. Kook imagined their first time in that dirty locker room, this position way too familiar-- yet so different. Tae back then compared to now was a completely different man; and yet parts remained exactly the same. Just like Taehyung, Jungkook felt younger with his husband, like they're still a pair of horny teenagers. Now, they're just older; and much better at what they're doing. "Please... baby, I need more." Kook glanced over his shoulder, his dark doe eyes pleading to the elder like a puppy. "Stretch my tight ass for you... I want your fat cock in me.."
Koo paused for a moment, grinding his hips back against Tae's cock-- "Daddy..."
“You know me too well, baby..” Taehyung growled into Jungkook’s ear, grunts muffled against the side of Kook’s neck as his hips gained momentum; feeling the delicate skin of his cock glide between Jungkook’s ass, continuously rubbing against his husband’s clenched entrance. “Oh fuck, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” His hand’s dragging motion faltered, “Well, he always does, doesn’t he?” Taehyung’s teeth tugged at the back of Kook’s tie, forcefully ungluing the younger’s tinted cheek from the wall, choking him in the slightest. With the piece of fabric securely clamped down in his mouth, Tae tauntingly tilted his head to the side, wearing a sly smile upon properly making out Jungkook’s shift in blissful expressions. He looked too fucking good.. The elder’s hooded glance was casted downwards, admiring how the tip of his cock would pop out with every upward drag, standing tall in between Kook’s cheeks. “Hngh..” Taehyung tugged harder with his teeth, nails sinking deep into the flesh of Jungkook’s hips.
"Y-yeah, always-- ahn...." Jungkook shamelessly rolls his hips against his husband's cock, legs quaking to keep himself up, hands firmly pressed against the wall to keep some kind of leverage as he gasps from the pressure against his neck as he's tugged back. "Please, now-- need more..haah..." He breathes out in a choked whisper, licking his lips until they shine as if they were glazed with gloss. His fingers curled against the wall, not caring that it'd cause marks if he kept going. Nothing else mattered, only the boys-- reckless and messy, just like they've always been. Now that Jungkook was deprived of the friction of Taehyung's hand on his cock, all he could think about was to feel his clenching hole being stretched and filled to the brim, his agile hips continuously grinding back deliciously against the elder, showing him what he's missing out on. "Just shove it in me, I'm dying without it." He pleaded once more, screwing his eyes shut as he prayed for the tease to soon be over with-- he swore he'd combust at any moment if he couldn't have it.
Taehyung’s rigid mouth let go of Jungkook’s tie, letting the damp fabric resume to its spot on the younger’s nape. Now that he was able to, Tae trailed open-mouthed kisses along Kook’s flexed shoulder blades, the fluttering of his eyelashes grazing the man’s soft skin. “Just a little longer, babe. You’re a big boy, you can handle it.” However, Taehyung himself didn’t know just how much longer he could take it either.. He was good at teasing, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to rearrange Jungkook’s guts right then and there. The elder kept it up for a few extra seconds, continuing to grind against his husband’s ass; his dick sandwiched in between each rosy cheek. But those seconds felt like hours, and that’s when Tae called it  off. “Not gonna shove it in you now, at least wait until we’re on the bed, will ya?” His chuckle caused his shoulders to vibrate, and his cock to twitch. “It’s our first time as husbands, let’s be a little classier~”
With one last squeeze to Jungkook’s ass, Tae led them both to the spacious bed, too high on the moment to part their hungry kisses. His hand securely clasped the back of his husband’s neck, deepening their kiss until the back of their shins met the wooden edge of the bed. Taehyung lightly pushed on Kook’s chest, urging him to lay on his back whilst he discarded his dress shirt that the younger had previously unbuttoned, lower lip clasped in between his teeth. Kicking off the pants and boxers pooling at his ankles, Tae proudly showed off his naked physique before situating himself above Jungkook, towering over the younger man. “So gorgeous.. so pretty.. so fuckable.” Despite their difference in size, Taehyung was used to manhandling Koo in the bedroom, so it came naturally. The elder liked to joke that carrying his buff husband around was the reason he’d been gaining extra muscle recently.. “Gonna stretch you out first, but with my tongue.. spread those legs wide for daddy, he wants a taste of you.”
Jungkook's cheeks flushed in pink at the praise and commands hurled his way, nodding as he did as told. Shuffling up further on the bed with his husband on top, he reached behind his knees to spread his legs wide for Taehyung, exposing everything he had to physically offer like a good boy. He just looked so small like this, it was pitiful yet endearing. "With your tongue...?" Kook meekly replied, leaning his head back comfortably against the soft duvet, the blush on his face spreading fast across his features. He felt a bit embarrassed, but... He wanted it. Taehyung was skilled in many aspects, and using his tongue was definitely one of them. "Taste me, please daddy...."
“Gladly, baby.” Taehyung could pinpoint Jungkook’s obvious embarrassment from a mile away, the redness in his cheeks drawing all the more attention to his body’s natural reaction. The elder could relate, but he also knew that at the end, Koo’s initial uneasiness would soon turn into pure lust; Taehyung knew how it went— all too well, in fact. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, yeah you do.. fuuck.” Tae pressed his hands against the backside of Jungkook’s muscular thighs, leaning downwards to meet his feast in the eyes. “So pink ‘n untouched.. but not for long.” The elder’s wet tongue lapped over his husband’s clenched entrance once, giving each of them a small sample of what was to come. “So sweet, too..” Tae’s chaste kisses were sensual around the rim, his fingernails digging deep into Kook’s flesh whilst he steadied himself on his knees.
A drawn out moan passed through Jungkook's parted lips, pressing his head back against the bed. His hands withdrew from his thighs to allow the elder to take over the grip of his legs, his own hands vulnerably laying above his head. His hips jerked lightly at the sensation, his tight entrance twitching from the welcoming warmth teasing around it. "Mmh, yeah.. Feels good.." Koo announced his pleasure in small, breathy whines, indulging in the way his husband is taking care of him, worshiping his body like it was his last meal in this life. Jungkook glanced down at Taehyung, and the sight had his cock throbbing. The elders dark fringe dangled over his eyes, strong arms holding Kook's legs up, the lower part of his face hiding to please and tease with one of Jungkook's most sensitive parts. "Fuck, you're so hot.." Koo was already losing any sense of embarrassment, all he could feel was the overwhelming lust drowning him-- tunnel visioned on his husband, and his husband only.
“Fuck, I know,” Tae outwardly agreed like the cocky bastard he was, allowing his mouth to linger close to the milky skin of Jungkook’s thighs, ghosting over the smooth flesh with his plush lips. “Gonna finger you first, I know how much you love that.” The elder’s tongue slightly peeked out of the corner of his lips, switching his utmost attention to Koo’s hole; and as if an indescribable pull had taken over his senses, Taehyung’s middle finger sank in without a warning. The man was still leaning down, too focused on the way Jungkook swallowed his slender digit to look away. Soon enough, Tae added in another finger.. and another; and like a small child in a candy store, he was amazed by how much his husband could endure. His eyes were shining with anticipation, mouth watering from the simple sight.. The scissoring motions inside of Kook came to a halt, and as soon as he pulled out his dripping digits, Taehyung’s lean tongue snuck its way past the gaping opening. It was a new feeling.. he’d eaten out plenty of girls before in his High School days, but having his tongue deep inside of Koo felt new— not necessarily a bad kind of new. Shit, he was so warm and.. pleasant. Taehyung’s eyes were fluttered shut, relishing in the way he flicked his tongue in the compact space, scolding himself for not doing this sooner.
"Yeah, yea- oh god..." Jungkook's moans from the familiar fingers broke into a gasp at the new sensation of Taehyung's warm, wet, firm tongue smoothing his insides, his thighs trembling in Tae's hands. "Holy shit..." Koo almost chuckles in disbelief at the fact they hadn't done this the other way sooner, placing his hand over his face to wipe his clammy skin, cheeks flushed red. "I see why you like this so much now, wow..." Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, slightly dry from the residue of the product, taking deep breaths as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to truly focus on the wet muscle exploring his most intimate parts. "Feels so good.."
The constant shower of praise and moans of approval amped up Taehyung’s slowly diminishing confidence. He didn’t know if he was doing any good— until Koo decided to open his mouth. He gripped tighter onto his husband’s inner thighs, knuckles turning white from his secure handle. The elder’s skilled tongue lapped at every reachable inch of Jungkook’s insides, humming in pure delight at the new taste he’s grown fond of. It didn’t take long, once and Taehyung was hooked.. “Oh wow, you taste so fucking good,” Tae murmured under his heavy breath once he’d pulled away for a quick second, gathering extra spit in his mouth before aiming at Kook’s swollen hole. He placed kitten licks on the entrance, lips slightly puckered as he roughly fucked his tongue in and out of Jungkook, one hand sneaking up to toy with the younger’s warm balls.
Jungkook's hands instinctively reached for Taehyung, combing his fingers through his dark curls as his moans had gradually grown breathier and louder. "Uh huh-- shit, you're so good at that.." Jungkook mindlessly spits his verbal reassurance of the pleasure he's put through, his words coming out as high pitched whines. Kooks hips squirm for more, greedy and needy in every sense of the word. He was an absolute puddle for his husband, always have been, always will be. "I love you, I fucking love you... please, need your cock so bad, noooow..."
The elder withdrew his mouth from Jungkook’s ass, warm spit glistening around his blood-fueled lips and the tip of his nose, making Taehyung look all the more fucked as he gazed down at Kook; making a show out of the way he slipped his tongue back in his mouth, moaning deeply whilst he savored the rest of his husband. Didn’t taste overly sweet, and that Taehyung liked.. “Wanna eat you out everyday now..” Koo’s pink entrance was slick from Tae’s previous work, the rim spread wide enough for him to poke the head of his cock through— “Shit..” Taehyung’s tip was immersed in between Jungkook’s flesh, and soon enough was the rest of his long, thick length. The younger always takes him in so well.. The first time 18-year-old Tae slipped inside of Kook might’ve been a lot to take in, but they’ve both gotten used to each other’s bodies throughout the years they’ve been together.
“Fuck, you good?” Taehyung’s veiny hand guided his dick to a more comfortable position, his long fringe falling down to his eyes. “I love you so fucking much, Koo, fuck.” The elder threw his husband’s legs over his broad shoulders, resting his muscular arms beside Jungkook’s head before beginning to grind into his man, starting at a slow pace. It was their honeymoon.. it had to be somewhat romantic. “I can’t believe you’re my husband— hngh..” Tae grunted out loud, “I-I can’t wait to have a family with you, yeah.. fuck, wanna grow old with you ‘n do everything t-together— so tight..”
"Mhm, yes." Jungkook nodded, his calloused fingers grasping around Taehyung's lower arms tightly, blunt nails digging into the skin for his own sake, he needed to claw at something to release the overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his body. "So good, I love you-- shit, I love being your husband." Koo's eyebrows were tightly knit together as he stared up at Tae with his doe eyes, his blurry vision glazed over with every single emotion he could possess at a moment like this.
Lust, love, relief.
He was just as whipped for the man on top of him as he'd always been, for years already-- and he had no doubt that this was his forever after.
Jungkook bit back a raspy moan when Tae's cock finally started to tease at his prostate, eyes fluttering in bliss, struggling to keep his gaze focused any longer, simply drowning in how amazing it felt to feel his husband's hips grind into him with the utmost affection. It was fantastic, but knowing the younger man-- slow only pleased him for so long... "A-ah, your cock is so big... I love it, fuck, more... Please, Mr. Jeon.." He purred, deliberately clenching his warm flesh around the elder's turgid length, the hint of mischief sparkling in the younger's eyes.
Tae burrowed his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, their bodies’ shine mingling with one another whilst Taehyung sweetly kissed the pale skin, tasting the slight saltiness of his husband’s sweat on his lips. He licked over them, allowing them to hang open as grunts and groans made themselves known in the room. The elder wasn’t shy when it came to the noises he made in the bedroom; he wanted to let Koo know just how good he was making him feel.. His husband held a tight grip on his cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation as Tae gradually thrusted deeper into him. “Love it when you call me that— hmph..!” His balls smacked harder against the younger’s ass, squelching sounds taking over the invisible bubble they’ve made for themselves. “Fuck..” It came out as a hoarse whisper, and one of Taehyung’s hands snuck between their bodies to grasp onto Jungkook’s cock, giving the stiff skin a few delicious strokes. “So good..”
"Aa-aah*..!" Jungkook snapped his head from one side to the other, pressing his flushed cheek against the bed. His body trembled like a leaf at the added sensation, a drawn out moan in relief, finally touched where it ached the most. He felt like he'd been a really good boy then and there to finally earn this as a reward. "I f-feel good? fuck--" His voice was strained and wobbly, every thrust choking his words. "Tell me, tell me please... How good I make you feel."
Koo knew already, the sounds his husband was making gave him no doubt about the pleasure his body brought upon the elder. But Jungkook loved to verbally hear it. Almost like back when Taehyung had gone overseas, and all they had were FaceTime. Even though they could easily look at each other through their screens-- the verbal aspect of it was Kook's favorite. And it stuck with him since, hearing that deep voice his husband possessed tell him the most filthy of things, and the highest of praise; it turned Jungkook on.
Taehyung’s head tilted upwards, the fringe no longer as smooth. Instead the dark hairs stuck together by a thin layer of sweat on his creased forehead, giving him little access to truly look into Jungkook’s doe eyes whilst he grumbled out his next words; “Your insides are always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I push my cock in you— hngh.. it never fails to drive me crazy..” The elder snapped faster into Koo, having yet to withdraw his hand from Jungkook’s dick whilst he thrusted into him at an animalistic pace, feeling the head of his cock prod at his husband’s abused prostate. “You’re so warm, too.. the warmest I’ve felt in a really long fuckin’ time. Fuck.. so soft. You make me feel so good.” Still jerking Koo off, Tae’s mouth wrapped around one of the boy’s nipples, swirling his wet tongue around the bud before lightly nibbling on it. He quickly flicked the awakened nip with his tongue, humming into the skin.
"Fuck yes, oh my good, Taehyung..." Jungkook's whiny moans turned into sobs, his abs flexing as they tightened in rapture, the pool of heat quickly ramping up in his lower abdomen. The continous prodding of his sensitive prostate drove him mad. "I'm gonna c-cum, I'm clo-ose, ahhn..." His eyes were filled with desperation, sparkling with the layer of tears and admiration swirling within them. He was completely transfixed on his husband, absolutely whipped for the attention his body is given in so many various ways at the moment. Taehyung's cock, his mouth, his hand. It was overwhelming as hell. Jungkook could easily feel his own cock drool with precum, his thick length swelling to full hardness as if it was about to explode at any moment. All he needed was just-- one. small. push.
Taehyung’s release was also knocking at his door, begging to be spread across Jungkook’s fleshy insides as every thrust of his cock dragged Tae’s energy down bit by bit. “G-gonna cum inside, so close..” Eager to make Koo break down along with him, Taehyung’s grip on his husband’s dick tightened, feeling the stickiness of the younger’s precum cover his fidgeting fingers; easing the slide of his sore hand. “I love you, I love you— a-ahh.. fuuck I-I’m cumming so much.” Spurts of warm white shot into Jungkook, dribbling out of the latter’s entrance as it was too much to hold in despite his cock staying still in its place.
“Wow.. so, does this officially make us husbands now?” The elder’s voice was raspy as he teased, breath hitching once he pulled out of Jungkook to lay on his back, chest heaving whilst he blankly stared at the ceiling. It felt different, yet not different at all.
Jungkook's clammy chest heaved up and down and placed one hand on top of his skin, mindlessly rubbing at his peck as he chuckled. The aftermath of his own orgasm still pulsated in his softening length, the pool of his release warm on his lower stomach. "Yeah, it does." Kook's voice was just as hoarse. He turned his face towards his husband with a small, toothy grin on his face. They were both exhausted, definitely sobered up, and.. sticky, to say the least. But, content nonetheless. Jungkook couldn't have imagined a better way to spend their first wedding night together.
"Hey." His voice lowered, eyes heavy on the elder as he scuffed closer, pressing a soft kiss on Tae's arm.
"I love you. Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mr. Jeon."
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xmint-conditionx · 3 years
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☆ flanked ☆ prologue | knj
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(verb) flank - 
guard or strengthen (a military force or position) from the side.
attack down or from the sides, or rake with gunfire from the sides.
☆ pairing: soldier!namjoon x widow!reader; namjoon x fem!reader ☆ word count: 2K ☆ summary: you’re a recently widowed military spouse who is stationed at camp walker, south korea. you’re dealing with the tragedy of your husband’s recent death, and in the process, you accidentally meet a k-pop idol you’ve had a crush on for years. who knew you’d both be at the same post while he’s doing his compulsory service? who knew he’d be so damn nice? who knew it would be impossible to get him out of your head? ☆ warnings: mentions of death, public embarrassment, military death, adult language ☆ a/n: hey everyone c:i’m really happy to be reuploading this fic; i’m going to set a goal of updating it once a month. this is my baby, and i want to do it right, so if it doesn’t come as predictably as i want it to, apologies in advance, but i really hope you enjoy what i have! 
this fic starts of intense and will only get more intense. i very much recommend double checking the warnings list because there’s gonna be some pretty heavy stuff in the prologue here and going forward. please do keep in mind that this is purely fiction and i do not want (most of) this to actually happen to anyone. it won’t all be sad though, promise! i mean it’s namjoon we’re talking about: the biggest goofball on the planet. there will be eventual smut, but we have to build up to it, now don’t we? thanks luv, enjoy!
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Here you are, in the quaint little convenience store and dry cleaning shop right outside of post, on just another cloudy Winter Wednesday. However, today is a little different, because you have made it to the front of the line and have begun violently crying. Not one of those shedding a single tear cries, but a terrible cry that has taken hold of your entire body. A shaking, snot-faucet, fist-clenching cry. Nothing truly lamentable has happened, except for an inability to recall the Korean word for receipt. You’ve lived at Camp Walker for just shy of two years, so it’s safe to say your ineffectiveness in vocalizing your needs isn’t for lack of knowledge. Despite your quickly-grasped and quite thorough knowledge of the language, the overwhelming sadness and anger you possess about your situation somehow has evaporated away all your Hangul proficiency. Which has left you looking utterly incompetent. Of course a breakdown is in order. All you needed to do was pick up your dead husband’s dress blues for fucks sake, but you can’t remember how to speak and now you’re embarrassing yourself and wasting this poor lady’s time and why does this have to be so goddamn difficult.
The people behind you in line are now beginning to stare in a strange mix of confusion, concern, irritation, and apprehension. Perfect. You exit the line and begin sputtering out desperate attempts at the lost word, so entirely wrapped up in your own stupid brain that you fail to register the approach of a tall man in an American style ACU. A deep and calm voice eases out of the truly tree-sized man in front of you.
“Ma’am, do you need some help?” he asks.
Your vision is tear-ruined and the last thing you want is pity. Pity is exhausting. 
“Oh, you’re gonna help the poor little sad girl, huh?” you spit out at him, not even bothering to look up, “just tell me the fucking word for receipt please. That’s all I need.” 
Despite your downright rudeness, the man replies without hesitation. “Yeongsujeung. Are you sure that’s all I can help you with?” You look over towards the counter to see that the lady has begun helping other customers, and you really aren’t looking forward to waiting in line again. No pity, you remind yourself, so you shake your head at the man and meekly muster out a “gamsahabnida” as you stare at the floor, too embarrassed at your lack of composure to make eye contact with your new acquaintance. 
He just sighs and says, “Ma’am, would you mind if I stood in line for you? It might feel good if you sat down for a minute. I promise it’s not a hassle. I’m here to get my dry cleaning too.” 
Jesus Christ, what is this guy? Some kind of mind reader? Who is that observant? Or are you just that obvious? You really, really don’t want more help. That’s all people have been trying to do for the past week. Coming by your house with food, offering to walk your dog, so many informational pamphlets about therapy, every person saying that they can be a listening ear if you need it. But you don’t. You just want to be left alone already. Nothing anyone has said has been comforting, because they don’t actually know what it’s like. They just don’t get it. And it’s nice that they want to help and are actually trying, but fuck. It mostly just makes things worse. But your head hurts from the exertion of crying, and that’s all it takes to convince you that you might actually want to sit down.
You wipe your eyes and finally feel like you’re allowed to really breathe again. You look up at the kind man to thank him once more, this time more sincerely, and in that instant, you’re sure you’ve gone insane. That’s got to be it. The death of your husband has thrown you completely off your rocker. That’s the only explanation for what stands before you. You’ve finally had a full psychotic break and are currently hallucinating in the corner store. You’d honestly burst out laughing if your throat wasn’t raw, because standing in front of you is a man who looks remarkably like Kim Namjoon. 
You haven’t thought about this man in years, and his dark shorter haircut instead of his usual longer locks is probably the most confusing matter about the whole thing, oddly enough. You recall in your mind the photocard you have of him from when you bought one of their albums several years ago. The luscious long blonde hair in the photo is shockingly different to the style that he’s sporting now. If it weren’t for his signature dimple greeting you alongside his small sincere grin, you’d almost have never recognized him. 
Oh my god. And now you’re standing in front of him, and he’s standing in front of you, and he’s so much taller than you thought he would be, and you’re having a meltdown in a cornerstore, and he’s so much more handsome in person, and now you’re staring into each other's eyes and this can’t be happening. 
It can’t really be him. You’ve just gone completely mental. You know the leader of BTS began his compulsory military service about a year and a half ago, but the chances of you crossing paths is still nearly impossible. You begin to tell yourself that he’s just a doppelgänger and your recent distress and suffering has made your brain desperate for serotonin. It can’t really be him. You’re just crazy now. That would be easier to deal with, at least. 
You half don’t believe it’s him and half don’t want to believe it’s him. If it is him, you sure as hell don’t want to make the interaction any more weird than it’s already been. If it’s not him, you’d only be embarrassing yourself further. The best, and really, only course of action to take at this point, because you absolutely do not trust your words, is just to nod your head and avert your gaze as you walk to the little bench by the door. You try to focus your thoughts on literally anything other than your brain’s manifestation of a pop star. It almost doesn’t happen, but as peace comes, you mentally thank yourself for your long-time practice of mindfulness. It would have been an impossible task had you never done this before. By the time he gets to the front, you’ve successfully managed to calm down and focus on your breathing. You’ve got yourself convinced the man simply looks similar to Namjoon, and that’s it. Nothing to get worked up about.
As you rejoin the man, he greets you with another warm grin and gestures to the counter. Shit. Are you ready to talk again? He’s insisting you go first, and you notice the little dimple poke out again. His lips are so… pillowy. Oh god, are you staring? You shake loose of his grasp on you and in practically perfect Korean, apologize to the lady for before, tell her the last name and details on the order, and tell her you’re sorry about misplacing the receipt from drop off with the order number on it because it’s... been a really long week. She nods, seeming relieved you didn’t burst into tears again and goes in the back to search for your items. 
The tall serviceman next to you now speaks to you in Korean. “That was impressive. You’ve been here for a long time?” 
“Only two years.” 
“Well I suppose you really didn’t need my help then,” he says and chuckles a little. “I’m glad to see sitting down was able to help you relax.” 
The lady hands over the dry cleaning and you thank her. As you pay, tears begin to swell in your eyes again. You’re holding the things your husband will be buried in. You can’t stop yourself from picturing it all… the funeral, his cold body, whether you’ll have to hold a closed casket ceremony, his poor mom, how long the receiving line is going to be, whether he would want flowers or not, wondering if you’ll be able to put his little award stripes on his suit jacket in the right order or if you’re going to have to get help… again.
 Being so wrapped up in your thoughts, you don’t notice your new acquaintance giving the lady his ticket. He turns to you after she’s walked in the back. 
“Lucky husband, getting his dress uniform picked up for him. You really know how to spoil a man, huh?” The seemingly innocent comment shoots fire through your veins. The woman returns with his dry cleaning and they go through payment as you let the anger boil inside of you. He is oblivious to the metaphorical bombs going off inside your body. You stare a hole into the man’s head as you spit out “My husband is fucking dead.” 
You turn to leave and don’t look back, not giving him a chance to process your revelation. He makes the connection a moment too late, but he’s quick to catch up with you in the parking lot, this time speaking English. “Ma’am please let me apologize. I didn’t realize...” 
You continue walking to your car; you don’t want to look at him again. “I don’t need an apology from you. It doesn’t matter.” 
“Please, I had no idea. I was trying to make small talk; I never would have said that-“
You whir around and glare at him. You were done. “I get it, okay? Just stop feeling sorry for me already. I’m tired of it. Thank you for waiting in line for me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a fucking funeral to plan.” The words come flying out and with each new sentence, you see him recoil again and again. His eyes are full of remorse and... understanding? You hold his gaze longer than you wanted to, and time stands still. What are you doing?
You’re fumbling with your keys, trying to manage the electronic key fob to unlock your car. He takes this opportunity to scribble some words and numbers on a paper he has clumsily fished out of one of his many uniform pockets and extends it out to you. Is he really trying to give you his number right now?! You’d be really flattered that a man this attractive is making a pass at you, if you hadn’t, you know, just told him your husband fucking died. You furrow your brows and roll your eyes, ready to chew him out again. 
“Here, this is the name and address for a group therapy session on post for people who have gone through recent loss. We meet on Thursdays. I don’t know how much longer you’ll be in Korea, but you’d be welcome. I promise.”
You just stare at him dumbly, unable to process this information. Therapy? You’d been given so many pamphlets on loss that it made your head spin. The only thing that thoughts of therapy has done for you in the past week has brought up terrible associations.
“Please. Take it.”
His eyes are pleading. You can’t bear to see the desperation any longer. Breaking away from his heavy gaze, you take the scrap of paper. With one last thank you, you get in your sedan, throw the dry cleaning into the passenger seat, and lock the doors. 
With your head in your hands, you start to cry again. Why do you have to be so mean? Thinking of the man, you turn to look in the rear-view mirror with a gentle hope that he’s still behind your car. You don’t know why you’re disappointed when he isn’t.
Thursday is tomorrow. You can make it until then.
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bellalikeskitties · 3 years
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me and my husband (we are doing better) ☾
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pairing: lee taeyong x reader x johnny suh
this is the decision you made, and he is the person you chose, so you’re just going to stick with him. you both have your problems, but this is your life and you’re going to live it. 
based on mitski’s me and my husband
word count: 1.2k 
genre: angst? married au, implied female reader
warning/s: abusive relationship w/ john
a/n: I literally can’t stop singing this song so im making a fic out of it, also hello to my 15 wips lmao, also i am no way describing the person himself, this is a work of fiction, johnny is the biggest sweetheart I know
also big thanks to @splootdoolies​ for being a wonderful beta reader <33 luv u, check them out, they’re an amazing artist
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Loud ticking from the dainty cream clock in the corner covered the room like a blanket. The sound not blearing into the ears, simply passing by like it wasn’t even there. Sunlight peered into the slits of the blinds, landing onto both of your seated figures. Taeyong sat straight, his collars pressed neatly into place. He looked professional, sleek, and cold. But his eyes held warmth, something he always had when it came to you.
After a quick swipe of tongue over his lower lip, he spoke. "How are you?". Quick, modest, and easy; all of his questions were like that. No beating around the bush, no underlying message or figure of speech. It was direct to the point.
How were you?
Finally, the light is pointed towards you. Seated across him, hands folded in place, legs crossed, leaning into the smooth couch he provided. In contrast to Taeyong’s suit and tie, you wore a dress with a light shade of yellow. Blinding for Taeyong, for you looked too glad, too fake. You pursed your lips, tilting your head for effect.
"The world is too big for us to live in; too much space to fill for a simple woman. There is a whole of the unknown, just waiting to be discovered. We are but insignificant, a tiny speck in the universe with a life to match. Sometimes I feel as if I'm doing something wrong by simply breathing." The latter part of your words came as a whisper, floating over to the man's ears.
"The air we breathe is of no one's property, miss (y/n). You are free to do as you wish, it is your life to live."
His steady breaths linger in his words, wanting to somehow communicate with you, to match with how you were. A sigh and now he's chewing on the insides of his mouth. You glance behind him, the small items in the room. It was best for people in his job description to have a welcoming workspace. A soft palette of colors instead of bright shades that took your attention.
Smoothening your skirt, you continue. "Johnny, well, Johnny was--". You cleared your throat, and Taeyong's hand quickly jots down on the paper he held.
"Well, in high school, he was such an athlete, still is. Used to be busy after class for practice, and that's how we met. I fell in love with him after seeing how immersed he was in the sport, ironic, due to how unfit I was.
He was never one to brag or be arrogant, but he liked to keep things with himself. I used to remember having to comfort him whenever he furrowed his brows, he liked to do it when something wasn’t right.” Your fondness didn’t go unnoticed by him, his own shoulders relaxing as he matched the small smile you had on your face.
You were truly the only thing that made Taeyong feel this way. An overflowing amount of affection that had him addicted to your meetings. He wished for more time, an excuse, dinner maybe, just something for you to see him as a man. His thoughts put on pause, his attention now on your fiddling fingers.
“And then, we got married. The love of my life, I was overjoyed. Nothing could ever compare to what I felt when I walked down the aisle and saw Johnny with that stupid grin of his. Of course, as you know, the happiness was short-lived. After a few months, he changed, for the worse. And the rest, history.” Your voice was soft, something Taeyong noticed from the first day. It was usual with women with a history of abuse, always feeling small and insignificant.
He would never treat you that way.
He shook his head lightly, dismissing all incompetent thoughts from his head. He knew history. He knew how your husband would beat you senseless at night, only to apologize the next morning, claiming it was unintentional. Taeyong had his own anger, yes, but towards your spouse. Your mention of his past affiliation with sport only added fuel to the fire. You were so precious, until Mr. Suh decided you weren’t. Reasoning with love and stress from work, you let him do as he wanted. Too good for your own sake, you forgave his actions, day after day. Until finally, your mother noticed. Taeyong knew history, alright. How Johnny had supposedly changed after months without you. So here you were, with a psychiatrist to heal the mental wounds.
“It’s history, Mr. Lee. I’m a wife, and after all, it has been always just him and me together. It was us against the world. I felt so senseless, so out of place in my own life.” Your hands trembled slightly, watching the man write seamlessly from what you said. “I may take up space in this world, but when he walks in, I am loved. I feel loved. So I’m betting all I have on his furrowed brow, and at least in this lifetime, we’re sticking together.”
The soft thud made you look up, Taeyong had an unreadable expression before he apologized and picked up the fallen pen. “Miss (y/n), are you sure about your decision?”.
He wanted you to say no, to ask him to help you leave whatever relationship you had left with your abuser. Conflict arose within him; professionalism, or humanity. And for whatever reason, he glanced towards your powdered neck and the small spots that peeked under the hem of your skirt. Your chuckle leads his eyes back on your face, suddenly realizing how hollow your cheeks looked, with the addition of dark circles. “Mr. Lee, you don’t seem to understand. Me and my husband, we are doing better.”
His lips curved down, but before he could even reply, a sharp knock cut your conversation. Both your heads turned to the door and a mop of blonde hair entered. “(y/n), you know we have a dinner reservation, right? We can't afford to be late.” Johnny’s voice was lower than Taeyong’s, he looked taller, bulkier even. Everything he had done to you must have extremely hurt, coming from someone like him.
“Of course dear, I will be with you in a minute. I’ll just finish things up here.” Your sweet smile cuts through Taeyong like a knife, the realization of his unconditional feelings dawning over. And while you hadn’t seen it, Johnny had. The tall man walked closer to you, tugging at your arm to rise you up with ease. “Don’t worry, I’ll thank Mr. Lee here. You go on and wait in the car for me, okay?”. The grip he had made you nod immediately, muttering a quiet ‘thank you, see you next month’ at Taeyong before leaving the room.
His eyes were on the door where you had left, while Johnny’s were pinned right at Taeyong. “My wife is wonderful, isn’t she?”. Emphasizing on ‘wife’, he looked down on him, sizing him up like prey. “Miss (y/n) is pleasant.” He prayed he wouldn’t notice how shaky his voice was, or how his eyes flinched when he mentioned you. The ticking returns, but now it feels deafening, striking them with unfiltered tension.
“She must have mentioned our situation, and how we’ve decided to work things out.” Johnny accompanies the ticking, tapping his finger over the table. “I’ve also decided that (y/n) doesn’t need to do these ‘monthly check-ins’ anymore. She’s alright now, just fine.” Dread. Dread and grief runs through Taeyong as he registered what he said.
You’re stopping your sessions.
And as if Johnny noticed, he chuckled. “Good day to you, Mr. Lee.”
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aizawa-needs-coffee · 3 years
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hello!! can i ask for a matchup for bnha? i go by she/they pronouns and i’m 19, i'm 4'11 and bi. i have long wavy platinum blonde hair with bangs reaching my back and dark green eyes. i'm kind of slim thick with fair skin. i'm rational, laid back and quick-witted. people say i seem very confident in myself and the way i can be straightforward about things, but i guess it's also because i have "idgaf" attitude with some things. i'm always there for my friends and keep loyal to them, even if i can't relate to their feelings. i can seem harsh sometimes or coldhearted, according to some of my friends. i rarely get angry and usually have a calm demeanour, i joke around and say things just for shits and gigs on purpose and rarely take things serious, my humour is really messy. i mask some of my feelings on the inside though and don't really express it.
i really like to party, travel, play videogames, chess, cooking, plants, music mostly genres of indie, rock or pop. i daydream a bit and i like to question the universe, theories and existence. working out, dancing, kickboxing and doing yoga keeps me motivated. my zodiac sign is virgo and i’m an intj. i rely on myself a lot when it comes to hard situations and get pretty stubborn with asking for help. i like to take on challenges and get competitive.
i really like horror movies, the occult and fiction. i like to wear some indie, y2k or dark academia stuff, my style goes a bit back and forth. i guess i'm fine with pda, but mostly handholding and kisses in between, nothing big. i like words of affirmation and affection, but i also don't know how to express myself and get shy when i get compliments or someone shows affection.
thank you and i hope you have a fine day, luv 💜
You sounds like you'd be a very good mach up for my boy Shinso
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Shinso is also very straight forward, neither of you would ever have an issue reading one another, always know whats going on, no mind games just good clear communication. Same sense of humor you'd be like a two man coven, just making dark jokes over in the corner giving off goth vibes. Friendly competition between you is always alive and well but it never gets out of hand. You will get him to come out his shell a little more and go on adventures together.
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“Do I look ok?” Shinso mumbled looking at himself in your mirror, tugging his shirt and cocking his head to the side. You came up behind him, using your hands to push his shoulders, signalling him to crouch for you. “You always look good” You replied and used some gel to spike his hair up in places, he relaxed into your touch, enjoying how you played with his hair.
“I mean, we don’t have to go” You reassured the purple haired boy. “No, I do want to go, just not used to so many people” Shinso mumbled, closing his eyes when you started to gently run fingers from his hair down the back of his neck.
“It’s our friends’ band, there’s no real pressure to go anyway and do what I do” You looked at yourself in the mirror next to him, brushing down the skirt you’d picked, watching your boyfriend stare with appreciation of your style.
“And what’s that?”
“Dance and laugh at Denki making a total ass of himself in front of the girls!” He let out a chuckle at your comment, knowing you meant no malice from it, just trying to help him feel less awkward.
“That does sound like fun” “Ooh which bit? Am I going to see my boyfriend dance?” You grin, eyebrows raised as you held his hands gently. “Oh, maybe one of those things sounds fun”.
MATCH UPS CLOSED
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ghost-party · 3 years
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hello!! can i ask for a matchup for JJK to your event? i go by she/they pronouns and i'm 19, i'm 4'11 and bi. i have long wavy platinum blonde hair with bangs reaching my back and dark green eyes. i'm kind of slim thick with fair skin. i'm rational, laid back and quick-witted. people say i seem very confident in myself and the way i can be straightforward about some things, but i guess it's also because i have "idgaf" attitude with some things, so i try to accept myself as i am. i'm always there for my friends and keep loyal to them, even if i can't relate to their feelings. i can seem harsh sometimes or coldhearted, according to some of my friends. i rarely get angry and usually have a calm demeanour, i joke around a lot and say a lot of things just for shits and gigs on purpose and rarely take things serious, my humour is really messy. i mask some of my feelings on the inside though and don't really express if i feel sad, unless it's really bad.
i really like to party, travel, play videogames, chess, cooking, plants, music mostly genres of indie, rock or pop. i daydream a bit and i like to question the universe, theories and existence. working out, dancing, kickboxing and doing yoga keeps me motivated. my zodiac sign is virgo and i'm an intj. i rely on myself a lot when it comes to hard situations and get pretty stubborn with asking for help. i like to take on challenges and get competitive.
i really like horror movies, the occult and fiction. i like to wear some indie, y2k, cottagecore or dark academia stuff with some chains. my style goes a bit back and forth and people say i dress and act a bit hipster. i look for someone who can be passionate, intelligent and pretty much like myself, so i can feel a connection and talk about common stuff or get into some deep convos. but i also like someone who can settle down, yet have fun and go wild. i think if i had to go on a date, it would be something like visiting an art museum or an aquarium i guess i'm fine with pda, but mostly handholding and kisses in between, nothing big. i like words of affirmation and affection, but i also don't know how to express myself and get shy when i get compliments or someone shows affection.
thank you for reading and i hope you have a fine day, luv 💜
Thanks for requesting, anon! 😊 I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
I’ve matched you with…
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INTJs and INTPs like Shoko have a great deal in common. Both seek out intellectual connections and enjoy meeting people who expose them to new ideas or inspire them to see the world in a different way. When these two personalities come together, it feels as if they speak the same language, and they’re likely to have a stimulating (and perhaps bizarre, in a good way) conversation.
Sentimentality may look different for these two, since neither is especially adept at expressing their feelings and can sometimes come off as cold or detached. They show their appreciation in different ways, like words of affirmation or acts of service. Through effective communication, they can figure out ways to show affection that resonate with one another.
Virgo and Scorpio have the potential to build a strong relationship in which they bring out each other’s passions and encourage one another. Both are open to commitment and can easily match the other’s intellectual desires. While their similarities will help bring them together, they can also cause friction, which means that communication and setting clear expectations will be important.
HEADCANONS
• You and Shoko have very similar personalities, from your rationality and laidback attitude to your quick wit and straightforwardness. Being on the same wavelength brings the two of you even closer in your relationship, and even if you’re struggling to express yourself or tell her something, it’s usually pretty easy for her to figure it out. She can tell when you’re sad, even if you do a good job of hiding it from others. She’ll never pressure you to be more open with your feelings, but she’ll make it clear that she’s always there to listen and will never judge you.
• She enjoys doing yoga with you, even if it’s early in the morning. But anything more intense than that may take some convincing. She shares your love of plants, though. Since most of her days are spent around dead bodies, she finds that she likes watering and caring for living things — as long as they’re low-maintenance. She’s also deceptively good at chess. Her strategic mind and impressive poker face make her a challenging opponent.
• Because of her profession, she’s fine with horror movies and the occult. Nothing really phases her, and she’s content with watching everything from monster movies to slashers, or listening to you tell her about a thriller you’ve recently read. If you’re interested in hearing more about her work, you’ll have to tell her as much. Because of how most people react, she tends to keep the details vague. But if you ask, she’ll gladly share, realizing how nice it feels to be able to talk to someone about what she deals with every day.
• Shoko admires your style and likes seeing it change from time to time. It’s a way of expressing yourself, and your outfit tells her a good deal about how you’re feeling that day and what kind of headspace you’re in. Her own wardrobe is a little plainer, mostly out of professional necessity. But she’ll suggest that the two of you go shopping, so that you can help select some new outfits for her. You’ll both make a day of it and then have dinner at your favorite restaurant. She might brush her leg against yours beneath the table or hold your hand for a lingering moment, but nothing too extreme.
• On that note, she takes pleasure in flustering you in small ways, making you smile or blush. But she’ll never take it too far. Her actions often speak louder than words, and through them, she shows you how much she cares for you. Small touches here and there — her fingers grazing your palm while you sit together during her lunch hour, kissing your neck while fastening the clasp on your necklace, gently running her hand down your back while looking over your shoulder at the book you’re reading…
• Shoko would love an art museum date, something calm and leisurely, the two of you exploring the exhibits at your own pace. In each wing, you’ll both point out your favorite pieces. If you need a break, she’ll buy you tea or coffee at the museum café. And afterwards, as the sun begins to set, she’ll suggest getting drinks at a nearby speakeasy-type bar, a lush, intimate place where the two of you can sit close and enjoy each other’s company.
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jackalopesao3 · 4 years
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Single and ready to MATCH. Pretty plz :3 ENTP gal, choleric, chubby and 5'10, slicked back short blond hair, blue eyes, scarred skin. demi-s. Capricrap. Love flashy clothes, obsessed with bunnies and french language (Oh ho ho ;)) MEMES, origamist and programmer, have many hobbies that changing all the time. Sentimental crybaby, love stupid rom-coms, protective goofball for my luv BFF, straightforward af, loyal dog. I am extrovert but physical contact is a big no-no for me (bad experience meh)
Hello, @mneprostonugenblog!
Your matchup is...
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Surprise! Leviathan! Hear me out, okay? 😇 My brain actually screamed his name the whole time I was reading your ask. 😅
I think the two of you would be good for each other! Shy boi needs an extrovert to get him out of his shell! I have an inkling that a guilty pleasure of his is watching rom-coms. He'd love your flashy clothes because it would remind him of his favorite fictional protagonists and you look damn good in them! He'd definitely be sneaking peeks at you when you're not looking and failing to hide his blush.
He'd definitely be interested in all of your hobbies and ask you questions about them. He's probably seen said hobbies in his anime shows and would be excited to see you practicing them in real life. Levi isn't one for physical contact either so he'd never make you uncomfortable. He respects your personal space as soon as he meets you. The two of you would definitely sit together in the same room, sending memes back and forth to each other. Levi is a bit of an insecure bean so your personality would help him to gain confidence. The two of you would learn a lot from each other and grow together as a couple.
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simonrriley · 4 years
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death of a bachelor asks
so i think @luv-ya-hun wanted me to answer them and like BET, yknow. also cass i’m procrastinating on the thing by doing these hell yeah
victorious: what’s your favourite way to celebrate? i don’t celebrate often and in fact i don’t remember the last time i did so. medium iced french vanilla coffee regular with melted sugar. does that count?
don’t threaten me with a good time: talk about a memorable fun night in your life. I SAW PANIC! AT THE MOTHERFUCKING DISCO ON 1/13/19 AND IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT I’VE EVER HAD. I HAD MY BACK AGAINST THE ARENA WALL WAITING TO GET MERCH BEFORE THE SHOW AND I COULD FEEL THE BASS IN MY CHEST. I SCREAMED MY LUNGS OUT. I LOST MY VOICE. BRENDON URIE. hallelujah: tell the story of a scar you have. i actually don’t have any scars besides from like one on my arm from my cat not liking me when she was a child. i think i tried to pick her up and she wasn’t having it.  emperor’s new clothes: how similar are you to the way you were three years ago? stuck inside, unmotivated. those are the only similarities.  death of a bachelor: describe your perfect romantic partner. blonde-haired boy, blue-green eyes, adorable smile, same interests as me. sweeter than anything. fun fact its @crutchie-mcrris crazy=genius: favourite fictional genius? is it weird i don’t know a single one. does varian from tangled count? like, i don’t- la devotee: how do you feel about where you grew up? i’ve grown up in like three different places but i’ll just go with the one i’m at now. uh, the people suck and it’s not the best but it has my best friends in it and that’s really it. golden days: if you had a polaroid camera with only one shot, what would you take a photo of? panic! at the disco concert. the good, the bad and the dirty: list three unpopular opinions you have, relating to anything. too weird to live, too rare to die is the best panic! album pretty. odd sucks. iced coffee slaps (i don’t know the opinions on that one but it’s true)
house of memories: how long have you lived in the place you currently live? literally like three months. impossible year: what year was the best of your life? how about the worst? 2017 sucked ass.  2019 was the best.
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gorgxoxus · 4 years
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@blurglesmurfklaine did not tag me but I am a sucker for these things
Rules: spell your url with song titles and tag 10 people.
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A man after midnight) ABBA, One day Matisyahu, Rise Katy Perry, Good as Hell Lizzo, XO Beyoncé, Out of the Woods Taylor Swift, X Nicky Jam, J Balvin, Untouched by The Veronicas, Salvation Stumbellas
Quarantine asks:
Where are you isolated?
With my sister and mother in Sydney
What are you currently reading and watching?
Reading: lots of Klaine fanfiction. Want to read Normal People, some queer fiction I’ve bought but haven’t read (the thing I usually collect and read religiously) and The Hunger Games.
Watching: I’m watching Visible: Out on Television on Apple TV, Glee, want to watch Never Have I ever and Schitt’s Creek.
If you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time?
I walk around the neighbourhood or go on bush walks with my family. I’ve never explored my suburb before and it’s just as exciting as I thought it would be (as in: not exciting at all).
Any fascinating concept you are studying?
Nope, I’m on Uni break until end of July so I’m not studying anything. I am constantly learning new things online though.
What kind of acts of creativity/forms of art are you currently doing?
I drew some landscapes for Mother’s Day last weekend. I’m not currently doing anything creative (cannot put down the fanfiction).
A song that resonates with your state of mind at the moment?
Wonderful life by HURTS
Favourite impulsive/ “bad” coping techniques?
Lots of Tumblr, not working, ignoring this one last call I need to make before all my plans before quarantine got cancelled (I hate the phone and emailing hasn’t worked).
Favourite healthy/ “good” coping techniques?
Escaping into other worlds through books, eating regularly, sleeping well.
A P P E A R A N C E
i’m over 5′5″. i wear glasses / contacts. i have blonde hair. i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing. i have one or more piercings. i have at least one tattoo. i have blue / green eyes. i have dyed or highlighted my hair. i have gotten plastic surgery. i have or had braces. i sunburn easily. i have freckles. i paint my nails. i typically wear makeup. i don’t often smile. i am pleased with how i look. i prefer nike to adidas. i wear baseball hats backwards.
H O B B I E S A N D T A L E N T S
i play a sport. i can play an instrument. i am artistic. i know more than one language. i have won a trophy in some sort of competition. i can cook or bake without a recipe. i know how to swim. i enjoy writing. i can do origami. i prefer movies to tv shows. i can execute a perfect somersault. i enjoy singing. i could survive in the wild on my own. i have read a new book series this year. i enjoy spending time with friends. i travel during school or work breaks. i can do a handstand.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
i am in a relationship. i have been single for over a year. i have a crush. i have a best friend i have known for ten years. my parents are together. i have dated my best friend. i am adopted. my crush has confessed to me. i have a long distance relationship. i am an only child. i give advice to my friends. i have made an online friend. i met up with someone i have met online.
A E S T H E T I C S
i have heard the ocean in a conch shell. i have watched the sunrise. i enjoy rainy days. i have slept under the stars. i meditate outside. the sound of chirping calms me. i enjoy the smell of the beach. i know what snow tastes like. i listen to music to fall asleep. i enjoy thunderstorms. i enjoy cloud watching. i have attended a bonfire. i pay close attention to colors. i find mystery in the ocean. i enjoy hiking on nature paths. autumn is my favorite season.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle. i am the mom friend. i live by a certain quote. i like the smell of sharpies. i am (was) involved in extracurricular activities. i enjoy mexican food. i can drive a stick-shift. i believe in true love. i make up scenarios to fall asleep. i sing in the shower. i wish i lived in a video game. i have a canopy above my bed. i am multiracial. i am a redhead. i own at least three dogs (or have at some point).
if you want, you guys can do it:
@angel-hummel @steph-luvs-klaine @blaineskurt @kurtstinypurse @porcelain-nightbird @books-and-violets @dizzy-whiz @-rockuntilitflies @justgleekout @dreamlandhummel
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