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adonis-koo · 6 months

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of bones and gods

Summary: in an act of keeping war from breaking, the Prince of Penumbra, Jeon Jungkook must journey to Eunoia to wed their Princess, in one final act of mourning his freedom the night before his wedding, he runs into the Queen of Eunoia

Genre: arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

Word count: 3k

Note: this is a lil drabble based it’s main story Wicked you can read this as a stand-alone though!

Jungkook had been dreading this day for as long as the news had permitted in the air, the day he would have to leave the comforts of his homeland and accept that he was soon to be shackled and forced into marriage with a woman he would never love.

The grip on his reigns were deathly tight, his knuckles white and an icy rage in his eyes that had never quite left since two years ago when his father announced that he would be wed to the princess of Eunoia, and a rite of peace would be settled to cease the five year war.

He had many thoughts about the war, he was relieved, happy even to hear that it would finally end, but at the expense of his own freedom and happiness left him mixed inside.

And then the rage, the hopelessness, the depression that the woman he loved would have to be subjected to his new wife.

It wasn’t fair to have this much resentment for someone he had never met, but he didn’t care, this woman was nothing short but the ire of all his problems.

The hoofs of his horse plotted on the ground in the sound of a drum, five hundred echoing not too far behind as precautionary measures of Eunoia would try anything.

Not that they would, Jungkook personally thought it was a bit much, they were pacifists by nature, not even participating in the five year war despite the other nations putting pressure on them. It was the reason his father had chosen them out of everyone.

“I will be glad when this headache is put too rest,” his father finally commented, having rode beside him the last few hours in silence, “We won’t be staying after the ceremony, there’s much too do in the kingdom once we get home.”

Jungkook said nothing, his anger still very much awake and burning.

His father glanced at him, “Come now, don’t be so sour, she’s pretty. And not nearly the headache Seohyun was. You couldn’t ask for a better wife.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Jungkook hissed out, finally releasing his reigns to peel off his outer jacket.

Despite being early spring, he had taken note for the weather changes during their travels, in Penumbra, frost would still be on the ground. But here so close to Eunoia, it was warm out, buds were already on the tree’s and he could even spot wild flowers in groves of the valley.

And though he despised his soon to be wife and her people and this I sufferable wedding, Jungkook could not deny the peace he felt being on Eunoia’s grounds, he had never been here before, but he could see why it was called the Capitol of the Sun.

“Perhaps some gratitude that it could be worse is suitable.” His father commented, “I know you’ve despised this match from the beginning, and I don’t expect you to make a genuine attempt to make things work,” his fathers gaze darkened, “But I do expect you to uphold our family name, and above all else.”

“Protect the family,” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“And soon, she will be one of us, whether you like it or not.” His father trotted ahead, sending a knight towards the soldiers behind to set up camp on the outskirts of the city.

Jungkook glared at his back but the loud noise of a horn took his gaze elsewhere, his eyes widening a little at the tall oak tree’s that lead into a forest. They would be arriving at the entrance of the capitol soon.

Jungkook slowly glanced around as he noticed people hidden in the groves and sloped hills slowly emerge.

Field workers, he thought, nothing short of curious as they all glanced at the passing of him.

Jungkook briefly wondered if he was in a dream though, women of all kinds, beautiful, some short others tall, thin or thick, freckles and darker warm skin, hair of bronze or birch, all in gowns short and skin on display.

Harlots. They’d probably be called in any other nation, he had heard of Eunoia’s primal customs, their way of life being looked down upon or considered indecent.

But here in Eunoia, these women were simply workers.

Baskets in hand filled with fruits, wheat or other foraged goods.

“Seems you’ve the pick of the lot for one last night of freedom.” Jeong Dae clearly noticed as well as he gave Jungkook a pat on the shoulder.

Jungkook only gave him a sullied look.

The only woman he wanted was the one he had to leave back in Penumbra.

The forest eventually opened into the field where the capitol was displayed, the sun shining it’s heavens upon its white cobble stone streets, vines growing off every house and flowers emerging from the place it could.

Jungkook couldn’t help but gawk around, his eyes intrigued with every inch they closed in on the castle, he knew it was a new land, but he had never been away from home, not truly, not unless it was to destroy another’s.

He never had the luxury of actually taking in another lands beauty before. And it was nothing like Penumbra, color flourished in every spot his vision could find, ivory that could never survive Penumbra’s cold climbed off every surface.

Stalls of trade had been set up and fountains poured where those gathered for water.

His brows furrowed as he watched a group of young girls play with long pieces of chiffon, some sort of dancing game as they waved the fabric in the air while singing.

Then his gaze set to two young boys, doing a dance of their own, this kind having to do with balancing on their hands, but they continue to fall over.

And eventually Jungkook’s eyes settled on the olden steps of the castle that lead to the courtyard, and upon entering it was just as angelic as the rest of its lands.

Vines bushes out hanging off parts of the upper rails, a large pond circled up ahead and the worn stone decorated the floors of the courtyard only adding to its beauty.

The man that stood behind it, his advisor behind him was the one Jungkook took note of.

Elisar stood calm, a face nothing short of welcoming as Jungkook and his father dismounted their horses.

“We welcome you to Eunoia, we’ve long since await this day and your arrival, there’s very few things left that need tending too.”

Dae Seong shook his hand firmly and Jungkook did as well next.

“We’ve all awaited this day, I’m ready for it to be done and over with truth be told, all this fuss just for a ceremony.” Dae Seong puffed.

Jungkook curiously watched for Elisar reaction, he knew his father rarely made friends.

Elisar only gave a small smile, “There is only but one day left to wait, thank the gods. Follow me please gentleman, I’ve made most arrangements in terms of the agreement for your access to the Noxtria mines, this should all be suitable but it would be best for you to read through it once more before signing.”

Jungkook briefly glanced around once more, light flowed in from every entrance and it felt like gold was spilling in bringing a certain warmth Jungkook didn’t think possible.

The guards ahead opened double doors as Elisar lead them in, “We of course, have plenty of time to discuss these matters later, aside, I’m honored for you to meet my wife Esme and my lovely daughter Y/n.”

Jungkook stood a little straighter, having known this moment would come whether he wanted it to or not.

‘She’s pretty’ his fathers words echoed in his head.

And here she was.

Y/n.

She was shorter then he anticipated her being, and it wasn’t his intention for his eyes to drop to her chest but her gown, truth be told was a risqué move even by Penumbra standards.

But seeing as her mother’s dress had a plunge in hers almost down to her mid stomach, this was very customary for Eunoian’s.

Still, her sleeves were flowing and long, leaves patterned on the sleeves, her shoulders exposed from the material and her neckline plunged dangerously low, a noticeable slit in the side of her dress, giving a small display of thigh if she shuffled.

She did that quite a bit.

His father wasn’t wrong, he begrudgingly thought.

She was very pretty.

Not just pretty, pretty was not a good description of it, it couldn’t describe the soul sucking beauty that radiated from her.

She had an ethereal kind of beauty, the kind that made it look as if her skin was glowing with light, flowers that could bud at her fingertips and eyes that burned with the fire of the sun, an otherworldly, primordial kind of beauty, the kind that men and gods would wage war over.

Jungkook couldn’t describe it.

In fact, lingering on trying to describe it made his lip almost twitch in annoyance.

Esme was graceful, a beautiful radiant smile on her lips as she spoke, “We welcome you to our home Eunoia! I’m sure the travel was long and taxing on you both, I do hope you enjoy our home, we look forward to the severed bonds of the past being repaired.”

It was silent only for a moment, but it was painfully loud as all eyes dropped to Y/n.

Too much fabric was in the way for Jungkook to really get a good look, but he thought for a brief moment he caught a glimpse of Esme twisting her daughters arm.

Who despite the raw energy her persona held, evidently was not nearly as well spoken nor graceful as her mother.

“It’s an honor to host for the royal family of Penumbra, I…” Her voice was a bit ragged, every word sounded like something was stuck in her throat, as if it was a genuine struggle to speak.

“look forward to our life together.” Y/n gritted her teeth, and Jungkook surely never heard a bigger lie in his life.

Her lips twitched as if resisting the urge to scowl as her eyes finally met his, as if left with no other choice but to acknowledge his existence.

Jungkook had seen this look before, it was a look he had received by many in his travels of diplomatic matters.

It made him want to scoff, what right did this woman have to judge him? Beauty or not it didn’t hide the fiery rage that roared behind her eyes.

Justice, or a lack thereof screaming in her face and haughtiness of presumption was evident in the way she held herself, as if she already knew him without so much as hearing a word from him.

It grated on Jungkook’s nerves, he held out his hand, feeling his fathers expectated gaze on him.

‘She will be one of us soon, whether you like it or not’

Her hand was much smaller, but surprisingly he was met with calluses of her own and briefly he wondered what she did to gain them.

Her nails had evidently been cleaned but he could still spot smudges of dirt beneath them that had evaded careful eyes.

He wasn’t sure how though, seeing as she was watching him like a hawk, her gaze was unwavering, refusing to back down or shy away from him as his own locked onto her, pressing a kiss against her knuckle, “Jeon Jungkook, the pleasure is ours.”

It felt like an electric current coursing through his body before the connect was snapped, her hand yanking away from him as if it had been burned.

Y/n’s smile was sharp, nothing less than unwelcoming, “The feeling is mutual.” It was said almost as a sneer.

The Bitch of Eunoia, that’s what they called her, and Jungkook could very clearly see why.

His father said she’d be less of a headache than his old fiancé, but somehow…His eyes followed her figure as she gave a courtesy and was escorted by a knight out of the room along with her mother, his eyes following her figure as the doors closed behind them.

Somehow, he truly doubted that was going to be the case.

This woman would surely give him a headache of a lifetime.

Jungkook sighed as he tipped the bottle of wine to his lips, groaning at how sickeningly sweet the Eunoian wine was.

It felt like a taste of heaven dripping on his lips, though he was did miss the sharper more dry taste of Penumbrian wine, tomorrow he would have to face his destiny and marry the bitch of Eunoia.

But tonight he would drink and mourn.

Glancing at his ceiling, it was high, beautiful sculpted of white speckled noxtria, it made him snort, how could Eunoia use the strongest rock and metal uncovered as decor?

It did make him curious about the castle though, sighing he stood up, a bit wobbly albeit but it was late into the night and he doubt anyone would give him grief.

Keeping the bottle in hand he decided to explore the castle, this was likely to be the only time he’d ever be in Eunoia, he might as well make it count.

Just as he assumed, with it being late at night and nobody gave him grief, the few servants still up gave deep bows and curtseys but made wide room for him.

He didn’t understand the looks of concern they gave but paid them no mind as he took another large drink from the bottle.

Rooms were lit with candles and glowed with colors and flora, beautifully sculpted and windows from floor to ceiling.

Some rooms even having windows on the ceiling, opening into the sky, he had never seen something like this before.

Through journeying around the castle he ended up on a lower level, the room was shaped in a dome and flora once again crawling from every surface and another room with a window on the ceiling, opening up into the moonlight where flowers slowly unfurled, at the center of the room was a large circle that opened into the ground and he recognized it was a white oak stump, the surface sanded as if crafted into a seat.

The curves of it however made it look odd, a top of it sat a crown- or something kin to it, a strong band- he realized was noxtria and a pair of buck antlers, large, thirteen points on each side.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

Jungkook jumped, clutching his bottle tighter as he whirled around, “Your Majesty…”

Esme only raised her brows a little, clearly amused at having caught the prince off guard, a smile on her face as he attempted to bow, “No need for that, wouldn’t want you to fall and be bruised for your wedding.”

Jungkook begrudgingly straightened, he wasn’t that drunk, “Why is her Majesty up so late?”

“Who isn’t up this late tonight?” Esme countered, slowly walking towards him, before brushing past him as she walked further, “Isn’t it beautiful though?” She asked but didn’t wait for an answer, “It was the crown my great grandmother Galadria wore for her coronation.”

She gestured upwards, Jungkook’s eyes lifted as he realized the large portraits that hung on the wall, the room was a dome shape and four hung halfway across the room.

His eyes wandered to each one, the most recent obviously Esme and Elisar, the portrait was regal, Esme clearly younger and wearing the crown, sitting upon the inner curve of the stump, and Elisar sitting on the actual seat. And then his eyes lifted to clearly her mother, and her mother before her.

All the way until the first portrait, Galadria, sitting alone, but her dress alone took up every space.

“Galadria hadn’t wed at the time until after she was queen. Still, there is something cathartic about her portrait,” Esme hummed in wonder, “I do hope you and Y/n will make a return within the year back to Eunoia to allow her to get her portrait done as well.”

Jungkook only leaned against the marble column, taking another gulp from his bottle as he said nothing in return, he wouldn’t make false promises, he had no intention of returning to this place so long as duty did not command it.

“My daughter…Y/n…I will warn you wicked Prince,” Esme slowly turned around, her dark eyes piercing him as she spoke, “She is not for the faint of heart. Her heart is tender and she has created walls of fire to protect it,”

She paused, taking a long look at him as if accessing him, “She will burn anyone who dares try to hurt her. So protect her.”

“Pardon?” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, shaking his head as he took another drink.

Esme glanced at his bottle before back at him, “It is any mothers wish for her daughter to be safe, do not take this as a command or I a queen, but as a mother.”

“With all due respect, I am not for the faint of heart.” Jungkook lazily leaned against the column once more.

Esme puffed a breath, “I am not worried whether my daughter can handle you, I am certain she will, it is you I worry for,” she folded her hands together, “Y/n is…she is a million souls of the lineage before her, she holds the wrath of a god in her bones,” Esme’s eyes grew cold, “And what are you? A prince who befell a misfortunate time to be alive?”

Jungkook glowered up from his bottle, “I am far more than what you and others say I am.”

Esme curved a brow, “Then I can only hope what you say is true. For Y/n will need that, whether she realizes it or not, she will need someone who will not be afraid of her, who will not let the flame of her soul consume them. Someone who will accept her as she is, I will not presume who you are, but I will put trust that you are not just merely a prince.”

Jungkook said nothing, eyes staying on her as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

“Do come and visit after you wed, I think you’ll fit nicely along the walls of our home,” Esme smiled, light lifting back to her face as she walked past him, snatching the bottle out of his hand, “Now go drink some water, I will not let either of you ruin your own wedding over foolishness.”

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floralseokjin · 2 years

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love extras.

#6 A beach trip

kim seokjin x f reader includes; smut, oral + ass eating (f receiving), girl on top, Seokjin makes breakfast shirtless and in an apron 😛 words; 3,527

⟶ read after chapter 17

jordan’s note; is it really one of my stories until Seokjin eats ass???

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“So once again, how close are we to the beach?”

“____, I’ve already told you a million times,” Seokjin laughed, glancing over at you before he trained his eyes back on the road. “You open the back door, and there it is, you’re greeted by sand.”

You squealed, clapping your hands together excitedly as if you hadn’t in fact, heard this a million times. “I can’t remember the last time I went to the beach,” you added wistfully.

Looking over again, he smiled. “I’m really excited for our first holiday together.”

“Same. I can’t wait until Seokwon and Seohyun arrive!”

Every summer, Namjoon closed the office for two weeks, and when Seokjin had found out he’d immediately suggested staying at his parents’ beach house. You were beyond excited, living in the city you didn’t have many chances to see the beach. Plus, Seokjin deserved a break from work too, he deserved to relax. He was always working so admirably hard, and more than anything, you wanted to see him sleeping in for more than two days in a row. Seokjin’s brother and wife were joining you with Taeoh and Jiu tomorrow evening, and hopefully his parents could join you towards the end of the week.

Pouting a little, Seokjin practically whined, “I hope you’re equally as excited for our alone time together first.”

“Of course, Seokjinie,” you teased, but you reached over and squeezed his thigh. His tan chino covered thigh. Your man was in full-blown vacation mode, the bottoms rolled up and everything, no socks! Next he’d be pulling out those horrific sliders!

“Good.” Satisfied, he linked his fingers with yours and continued to drive with one hand. You admired the view. “What do you want to do first?”

“Is that even a question,” you retorted. “I bought like five different bikinis last week.”

Correction: Seokjin had bought them, generously giving you one of his cards after much persuasion on his end. Either way, you were going to be racing towards that beach as fast as your six-month pregnant body could carry you.

Seokjin smirked. “Do I get a fashion show when we arrive?”

“They’re not exactly sexy.”

Seokjin brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, his voice soft but seductive when he replied. “You make anything look sexy, angel.”

Rolling your eyes, you broke free of his grip and pushed his shoulder. Still, you couldn’t stop the grin on your face, turning your head to look out the window as he chuckled.

The beach house was impressive. The three-storey building was clad in wood, a wooden deck adjoining the beach, even complete with a hot tub and multiple seating areas. Inside was open-spaced and bright thanks to the large and many windows. After a lengthy tour, where you snapped multiple pictures to send to Yuna, Seokjin showed you to his bedroom. The nautical theme was down to his mother, he informed you, not his first choice, but you thought it was lovely. The bed wasn’t as big as his back home, but you’d make do. (Although, sadly Seokjin would probably get kicked in the shins more frequently this week.)

Needing the bathroom, you sat down on the bed as you waited for him to be done. When he appeared again, you shot him a sly smile, tapping the mattress. “Is this where you entertain your guests?”

“First of all, it was one guest, who my mother demanded I bring,” he informed you cleverly, wrestling his phone out of his pocket. Those pants were ridiculously tight – they looked good though. He placed it on the bedside table, standing in front of you. “And secondly, we didn’t even have sex here.”

“Oh, God. Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you shrieked, forgetting you were eyelevel with his crotch.

“Yes,” he grinned, tugging you up. His hands grazed over your sides and down your hips, your bump against his stomach. He lifted one arm to check the time on his watch, calculating something. “We have just under 32 hours before Taeoh and Jiu tear through this place like a wrecking ball.” Before you could laugh, he was kissing you, fingers in your hair. When he pulled away he was breathing heavier, his other hand on your ass. “I want to make the most of this.”

You smiled slowly, equally as affected, but if there was one thing you valued more than sex, it was food. Especially while pregnant. It even took top priority over the awaiting beautiful beach outside. “Not right now, though,” you murmured, slipping away from his grasp and clutching Glob. “We’re really hungry.”

You ate at a restaurant not too far away from the house and then headed back to change for the beach. Seokjin got his brief fashion show, much to his delight, choosing the mauve bikini with the ditsy print and ruffle sleeves. Out on the private beach you managed to persuade Seokjin to take his t-shirt off, taking a few pictures of him as he admired the horizon. Ever the modest, he had it back on in no time, despite you being his only audience. He turned the camera on you, and then you took some together – happy, smiling, kissing. Becoming someone who took couple photos (and even shared them on Instagram!) had become the biggest shock of this year. And yes, that did include the news of your pregnancy! You spoke about taking Glob here next summer, imagining dipping her toes into the sea for the first time. Talking about the future always made you feel instantly excited, but the idea of a family holiday this time next year made you feel as if you could burst with anticipation.

Being six months pregnant in the middle of summer was hard though, and soon you were sweaty and feeling weighed down, not even the water could make it better, so you retired back to the house for the evening, already talking about dinner choices. Mikyung had kindly hired someone to give the place a clean and stock the cupboards before your arrival, so your options were great. Inside, you headed to the ensuite to take a shower while Seokjin used the main bathroom. When you came out wrapped only in a towel, you found him lounging on the bed, shirtless and in dangerously low grey sweatpants.

“Hey.”

His greeting might have only been a single innocent word, but the look in his eyes was telling you something else.

“Hey.” You shuffled over to the foot of the bed, body pricking with heat when you noticed the slight bulge in his sweatpants.

“Come here,” he ordered gently.

“I need to finish drying myself first,” you refused, feeling a little mean. He could wait a little longer…

You made a show of it, even though you were practically dry already. At one point, you lifted one leg onto the mattress, attempting to dry it seductively. If he noticed you teeter, he didn’t laugh thankfully. Your flexibility was disappearing fast.

As you wiped the towel between your boobs, you looked over at his crotch, noticing he was harder now – and not wearing any underwear. The length of his cock was visible, angled towards the waistband of his sweatpants. You stepped back and dropped the towel completely, glowing in his hungry gaze. It was hard not to get turned on when he looked at you like that. As if you were the most desirable person on the planet.

“Come here,” he repeated, voice low and husky.

Flushed, you got on the bed and straddled him. He looked up at you almost reverently, stroking your sides. “Higher.”

“Higher?” His touch was making you shiver.

“Yeah, come sit on my face.”

“No way,” you burst out with laughter.

“Why not?”

“It’s not fun anymore, I can’t see anything.” That, and it gave you backache.

“____, please,” he whined, attempting to tug you up his torso. “I want you. I’ve wanted you all day.”

“I want you too,” you placated, stroking a hand down his chest. He looked so good like this, under you, half naked. Hair frizzy from humidity, bottom lip wet from where he’d been swiping his tongue across it.

He cupped his hand over yours, halting you. “Then how do you want me?”

In truth, getting eaten out wasn’t as comfortable as it used to be, which was frustrating because if it wasn’t obvious, you loved him going down on you. Seokjin loved it too, which was why he was getting antsy beneath you. You ran through the different options quickly: on your back, on your side, sitting on his face, or… You got off him, moving to your hands and knees as quickly as you could manage, before shooting him a frisky smile. “Like this.”

Seokjin let out a soft moan and sat up quickly to move behind you. He arched over you, pressing wet kisses down your spine and over your ass, his hands stroking over your bump and down your thighs before he took a hold of your hips and leaned you forward a little more, revealing more of you. He was on you immediately, tongue strokes slow and precise, creating an ache inside of you. You wriggled, needing more.

“Be patient,” he pulled back, tapping your ass in warning.

You huffed. “I’m gestating your baby, you should give me what I want.”

“What a beautiful way of putting it,” he snorted at your nonsensical words, lips against the curve of your ass. He bit it playfully. “But I like teasing you, it’s fun.”

You pushed into him, and this time he listened. That, or you had tempted him too much. He redoubled his efforts, making you moan softly and press your face into the pillow. When you felt him trail his thumb between your ass, you whimpered. “Oh, God…”

“How about this?” He breathed against your hole, lips wet.

You stomach dipped, your loud moan an obvious yes. Pregnancy had done many things to your body, but the weirdest thing went to making your asshole unbelievably sensitive. The nerve endings on that thing had gone haywire. You’d both discovered it on accident during sex one night, when he’d unintentionally brushed his finger over it while readjusting you on his lap. You hadn’t been the same since. Anal was off the cards, something you’d rather leave behind in your university days, but anything non-penetrative was enthusiastically welcomed.

With a moan of his own, Seokjin started to lick you from hole to hole. It was so filthy it made you squeal, and you raised a little higher, wanting more, your thighs beginning to shake. He circled your asshole, before flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth. It felt so good you felt the sensations shoot up your spine, your body sagging a little.

“Fffuck.” Your muffled noises were driving him crazy. Pulling away to catch his breath, he brushed his thumb over your soaking folds. “You’re making me so hard, angel.” You moaned, liking what you heard. “Are you going to come for me so I can put my cock in you?”

When Seokjin spoke dirty, it was game over. Your body became reactive.

He moved one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit, and brought his tongue back to your asshole. “Seokjinn, honey,” you moaned, fisting the sheets and pushing into his face uncontrollably, chasing as much pleasure as you could.

He whimpered, tongue still against you. Yeonja’s term of endearment had been rubbing off on you after hearing it so much over the years, and Seokjin loved it. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, and now it seemed as though he liked being called it in bed too… That was a very interesting piece of information to store away for another day.

He was loud with his effort in making you come, enjoying himself, and it wasn’t very long before your orgasm hit, the blast of pleasure making you nearly fold over. You caught yourself quickly, not wanting to squash your stomach. Seokjin gripped your hips, kissing up your sweaty back as your body quivered and you caught your breath. He bumped his hips against your ass, his erection so hard it must be painful.

“I need you,” he husked, the roughness of his voice giving you goosebumps. “Please say you want to.” His desperation only made yours stronger, and you rolled over and sat up, tearing at his sweatpants. You wanted to. You wanted to, badly.

His dick sprung out, angry and leaking. “Take them off all the way,” you rushed, tugging. You wanted him just as naked as you, and when he came back to you, his hands searching, you managed to get him on his back, straddling him once again.

He seemed dazed when he stared up at you, his lips wet and swollen, your arousal shining around his nose and chin. Sitting up, he reached for your mouth and cupped your butt, helping you sink onto him. You both moaned desperately as you took him, watching each other, as if you hadn’t had sex in months. It felt better than usual, maybe it was the new environment, on vacation.

His thrusts were powerful, and you met each one with your own force, crying out. You clutched around his neck with one hand, the other gripping the sheets behind you as your feet dug into the mattress near his ass. He held you tight by the hips, no worry about slipping, and you were honestly surprised by your own energy. Things were slowly getting less adventurous in the bedroom – minus the ass eating – but this evening you were fucking fast and hard. But, by the way his neck strained, you could tell Seokjin was still holding himself back, and that wouldn’t do. You wanted to make the most of this spurt of energy.

“Jin,” you urged, bringing your other hand to his shoulder, circling your hips to rub against him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He spoke through clenched teeth, heavy breathed.

“You won’t,” you reassured, wrapping your legs around him. “—it feels amazing—please—just fuck me. Make me come again.”

He groaned, your words having the desired effect. He gripped your ass, the look in his eyes drying your mouth. “Hold on to me tight,” he commanded in a strained voice.

You listened, clinging to him as best you could with your bump in the way. He picked up the pace, fucking up into you hard, grunting with exertion. You cried out loudly in pleasure, thankful you were alone and that there wasn’t another house for miles. You both came together, the feeling out of this world. Your back arched with the pleasure, but he held you securely, moaning with his own release. When it was over, you collapsed against him, chests heaving, and when you looked at one another you both laughed breathlessly, amazed.

“We should eat,” Seokjin murmured, stroking down your arm.

It was a good half an hour later. You’d calmed down and caught your breaths, and you’d somehow managed to get out of bed to go pee – sure the baby was pressing on your bladder at the most inconvenient of times just for fun (or maybe she was only looking out for her mom, because UTI’s weren’t fun, especially when pregnant). Now, you were cuddling, hearing the sea outside and listening to Seokjin’s heartbeat beneath you, and you didn’t want to move again.

“Later. Let’s stay here a little longer.”

“Okay,” he agreed, before tapping your ass. “I already ate pretty well just now.”

“You are such a loser,” you snorted, rubbing your face against his chest.

“Hey!”

You stroked down his stomach, cupping his now very worn-out cock. The warmth of it sent a tingle up your body, and you moved lower, tracing your fingers over his balls. You were suddenly horny again, unable to help it. This sea air was doing things to you. Smelling the faint sweat on his skin, feeling how warm and smooth he was – you just wanted him inside you. To wrap yourself around him and never let go.

“I may need a moment,” he said above you, sensing where this was going. “Half an hour—maybe longer.” Laughing, he angled your face up to kiss you. “I know I was looking forward to all this sex, but servicing you is harder than it sounds.”

“You’re slacking,” you teased, rolling onto your back a little. You looked down at your bump, running a hand over it absentmindedly. You still hadn’t been able to physically see the movements your daughter was making, but you could feel her getting stronger every day. As if she could read your mind, you felt a flutter. Your smile of joy slowly turned into a little pout as you came to a realisation.

Seokjin noticed. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, feeling silly, but answered anyway. “It won’t be long before I get too big and tired for sex.” Your third trimester was just around the corner.

His responding laugh was deep and sincere. You looked up at him, confused. “It’s not all about the sex, ____—I mean, of course I love having sex with you,” he rushed to reassure you, seeing the offended look on your face, “and I want to have lots and lots of sex with you for the rest of my life, but that’s exactly it.” He squeezed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. “We have our entire lives.”

You smiled, liking that. “We do, don’t we?”

He hummed, his hand trailing down to cup your boob, thumb circling your nipple. “The things I’m going to do to you once you’re not pregnant…” His voice was low and full of promise. “And ready of course,” he added, a little less sexily.

You arched an eyebrow and moved to face him. “Is that a threat?”

He kissed you once, eyes heavy-lidded. “If you want it to be.”

You woke up alone and hot, and when you didn’t find Seokjin in the bathroom, you quickly peed and made your way downstairs, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. You walked in and found him making breakfast – in the sweatpants from last night, shirtless once again, but with a navy apron on for protection.

Your brows jumped up. “This place also has a sexy chef?”

“Actually, it’s extra.” You watched him drape a dish towel over his shoulder as he turned to grin at you. “But I’ll take my payment in kind.”

Moving towards him, you grabbed his ass. “That kind enough?” Looking over the countertops, the sight of all the food made your mouth water. He did know it was still the two of you this morning, right? Grabbing his phone from the island, you took a picture of your sexy chef (much to his chagrin), wanting to remember this moment.

“You’ve already taken multiple nudes of me this weekend, and I have none of you.”

“Your back isn’t a nude,” you laughed, placing his phone back. “Do I have time for a quick shower? My one last night was pretty pointless,” you teased.

Seokjin wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you in close, his voice hopeful when he spoke. “I was kinda hoping we could shower together after breakfast…”

“What’s gotten into you?” you laughed.

“If I recall correctly, you were the one groping me all over last night.” You didn’t reply because he was right. “We’re on vacation!” he continued. “That means lots of sex,” – he motioned to the food sizzling away – “and food.”

And you better make the most of it. It wouldn’t be long before Seokjin’s brother and family got here, and while you’d been super excited yesterday, the thought now disappointed you a little. You wished you had a little longer to enjoy being alone – and naked – with Seokjin.

But instead of voicing that disappointment, not wanting to make Seokjin feel guilty, you teased, “I thought you said servicing me was hard.”

Seokjin smiled, his teeth showing. “I’m willing to die trying.” When you scoffed, he changed the subject a little, rubbing your lower back. “But are you feeling okay this morning?”

“I’m a little sore,” you admitted. Maybe you had been a little too vigorous last night. “But it was great,” you assured, rubbing his apron covered chest.

Worry flitted through his features. Bless him. “So you want to shower?” You nodded quickly, knowing the warm spray of water would feel like heaven on your skin. He smiled at your eagerness. “Go on then, be quick.” He tapped your ass, directing you to the doorway. “Breakfast is nearly ready.”

“Okay.” You kissed him goodbye and started to leave, but then you stopped, turning back. “When I get back, I think those should be gone too,” you told him, motioning to his sweatpants.

His eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed loudly, throwing his head back.

Fifteen minutes later, fresh from your lovely shower, you made your way back to the kitchen to find he had happily listened to you… (However, another picture was out of the question, unfortunately.)

SEASON 3 WILL BEGIN ON NOVEMBER 27TH!

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

#seokjin smut #bts smut #seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #fic:9mtfil #floralseokjin:writings

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girls-scenarios · 4 years

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Could you write a holiday scenario with seohyun (snsd). List 1 prompt 10 where seohyun is the one particular about decorations and reader doesn't care.

SNSD’s Seohyun / Holiday Prompts

10. Person A is VERY particular about decorating, Person B just wants to have fun

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“No wait, not there!” Seohyun’s voice rang out behind you, and you sighed, pulling down the mini wreath and turning around. It was a phrase you were getting used to hearing. “I have four of these, I want to wait to see where they would look best with the garland.”

“The what?”

“The green garland that I put on the stairs.” She pointed to one of the boxes and you nodded slowly, allowing her to take the wreath from your hand. The two of you had been decorating since the early morning hours, since it was her day off and she’d wanted to get as much done as possible. After pulling out a surprising amount of boxes (when had she gotten all these decorations?) you were tasked with helping her decorate each room. The only issue? Your decorating style was much different than hers.

“So the garland goes on the stairs?”

“Yes, and then I weave the blinking lights through it. Oh, and I put some garland on the mantle. But the garland that goes on the mantle is a bit thicker and it came with the lights already put in, so that’s how you can tell the difference.” She placed the wreath back on top of the box that you’d taken it out of and pointed to the writing on the side. “See, this box is last.”

“Ooh. Okay.” You bit your lip. You felt bad for messing up her system, but you were so used to just having fun when you decorated that it was hard to remember to read the boxes. This would be your first Christmas with her after the two of you moved in together, so you had still had a lot to get used to. “Um, what should I do then?”

“Want to help me put up the garland? Just like, fluff it and make it look cute. I already put the Christmas candles and the stocking holders up there, so just weave it through them.”

“Got it.” You gave her a salute and she laughed, sitting down near the tree.

“Do I sound like a sergeant?”

“A little bit,” you admitted with a grin. “But if it works, it works, right?”

“Right,” she said, “but just tell me if I get too demanding. I can get a little carried away since I like things to be perfect.”

“It’s okay.” You picked up the garland (thick with lights already in it) and headed to the mantle, determined to do your job right. “I catch on quick.”

The next few hours were spent listening to Christmas music as you waited for commands, not daring to touch anything in the boxes until Seohyun told you to. The house slowly began to transform, looking the same as it had in past years. For the most part, you were fine with letting her tell you where to put things.

But as the boxes began to disappear, something in the “tree” box caught your eye. It was a string of lights shaped as snowflakes, and when you pulled it out, you were struck by inspiration. The lights would look adorable in the kitchen, and you knew the perfect place to put them. For a moment, you debated with yourself before standing up and heading into the kitchen. Oh well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

After you were done stringing them up, you stepped back and smiled. You’d known it would look cute. There was the perfect nook in the ceiling above the island cabinets, and now it looked like it was snowing with the little blinking lights. It added a nice touch to the otherwise quiet kitchen.

“Babe?” Seohyun called from the other room, and you took a deep breath. You really wanted her to like what you’d done.

“I’m in the kitchen! I just tried something, come look!”

“Okay….” She sounded unsure as she appeared in the door from the hallway, but as she walked closer, her eyes widened. “Whoa.”

“So I know these were supposed to be for the tree. But since the new tree already has lights, I thought I’d see what they looked like in here.” It was a silly thing to be nervous about, but you waited with bated breath for her reaction. Much to your relief, she began to smile.

“(Y/N), I love it. Those lights look so cute there!”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness, I was so worried you’d hate it.”

Seohyun wrapped her arms around you. “I love it, don’t worry. I’m sorry for being so particular today.”

“It’s okay!”

Shaking her head, she smiled. “No, our decorations should be a reflection of the both of us. I realized earlier that I was being too stubborn. So why don’t we decorate the tree together, your way?”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Awesome!” You grinned happily. “Can we use that glitter stuff you put inside the ornaments on the tree itself?”

She stuttered, her eyes widening. “I-I…. I don’t think that would-.”

“I’m just teasing you,” you gave her a quick kiss, laughing when she huffed and playfully swatted at your arm. “Come on, we’ve got a tree to decorate!” Her style would take a little while for you to get used to, and it was the same for her. But that was nothing that couldn’t be fixed over time and you were happy nonetheless. After all, you had a wonderful girlfriend and a wonderful house. What more was there to want? “I might accidentally break an ornament or two though.”

“Don’t you dare!”

#femifics #snsd #girls generation #seohyun #snsd drabble #seohyun drabble #girl group drabbles #holiday prompts #prompt writing #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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noona-clock · 6 years

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SNSD Sorted Into Hogwarts Houses

Gryffindor: Tiffany, Sunny, Jessica

You might belong in Gryffindor where dwell the brave at heart. Their daring, nerve & chivalry set Gryffindors apart.

Hufflepuff: Taeyeon, Yoona

You might belong in Hufflepuff where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.

Slytherin: Sooyoung, Yuri, Hyoyeon

Or perhaps in Slytherin you’ll find your true friends, those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.

Ravenclaw: Seohyun

Or yet, in wise, old Ravenclaw if you’re a ready mind where those of wit and learning will always find their kind.

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hotpinkhoshi · 3 years

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the pact | distraction

pairing: jinyoung x reader (the pact universe)

word count: 2.5k lol what this was supposed to be a drabble

summary: while your toddler naps, jinyoung finds a way to make the most of your time alone together.

warnings: sex, domestic af, jinyoung is a great dad and is 110% whipped for his kid and his wife!! this is also NOT edited in the slightest

“She can’t hear us,” Jinyoung said, his nose nudging your earlobe and making you shiver.

You sighed as your hands traveled along Jinyoung’s back, head battling vagina over the probability of your eighteen month old daughter hearing you and waking from her nap. The baby monitor sitting on the kitchen island was practically taunting you, reminding you that Seohyun could begin crying at any moment.

“But what if she-”

Any words you could have used to finish that sentence were immediately erased from your brain as Jinyoung pulled you to the edge of the counter, his bulge pressing into your core.

Your sex life had gone down drastically in frequency just like everybody had warned you, but it didn’t make you want him any less. It was just near impossible to find the time between work, Seohyun, and keeping up with the never-ending errands of life.

By the time the two of you made it to bed most nights, neither of you had the energy.

But today, Seohyun had gone down for her afternoon nap easier than normal. And it was Saturday, so neither of you had to work. It only made sense that the moment you’d turned around to tackle the dishes in the sink, Jinyoung had pulled his best moves on you.

He’d wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you back against him, sliding your hair off your shoulder with his free hand where he placed soft but purposeful kisses along your skin. Immediately, you’d shivered and become putty in his hands.

“You look so sexy in this dress, baby,” he whispered, his nose brushing against the most sensitive part of your neck. “All morning I’ve been staring at your legs, I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

You hadn’t meant to look sexy—it was just that one piece of fabric was easier to throw on than attempting to find two clean, unwrinkled items of clothing to put on. And it wasn’t a seductive, curve-hugging dress anyway, just your most comfortable, trusty black spaghetti strap dress.

Then you’d found yourself turned around and lifted onto the counter, dishes in the sink long forgotten as your husband sucked a hickey into your skin. In your head, you did some quick math to figure out just how long you’d have until Seohyun woke up and brought you back to reality.

“Stop thinking,” Jinyoung told you with a press of his lips into your jawline.

You sighed and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I’m trying.”

“I’ll just have to work harder to distract you then, hm?” Jinyoung whispered as his hands trailed a path up and down your thighs, his fingers slipping further up the hem of your dress with each stroke upwards.

Jinyoung was dangerous when he knew what he wanted.

He pulled your body even closer to the edge of the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Stealing your lips in a kiss, you both moaned as soon as Jinyoung began rocking his hips into yours teasingly.

One of your hands slipped into Jinyoung’s hair, gripping the soft strands still damp from his earlier shower he’d been forced to take after breakfast.

Seohyun hadn’t been a fan of the organic cereal Jinyoung had tried to give her, and he’d ended up with a half-chewed mouthful of her breakfast all over his face and shirt. Even though it’d been an accident and shouldn’t have been funny, you’d had to turn away and cover your mouth to keep from giggling.

As always, Jinyoung had taken it in stride and simply wiped his face and shirt off before grabbing one of the probiotic yogurts that Seohyun did like from the fridge. Not without sending you a fake glare when he noticed your red face from holding in your laughter.

When you started giggling again now at the memory, just as Jinyoung began peppering kisses across your collarbone, he tilted his head up to make eye contact with you.

“What’s so funny?”

You bit your lip, sliding your fingers through his hair and twirling a strand around your finger.

“Just thinking about this morning when our daughter projectile coughed your nasty healthy cereal into your face,” you told him.

Jinyoung’s eyes narrowed at you as he pulled back, standing straight in front of you again. “Projectile coughing isn’t a thing.”

You snorted. “Tell that to Seohyun. God, you should’ve seen your expression. I wish I’d had my phone to record the whole thing.”

“You drive me nuts,” he told you, chuckling softly as his hands traveled further up your dress until he’d found the elastic of your underwear. “Just trying to be a good dad. Give our kid some nutrients to balance out the jellies and Goldfish that you sneak her when you think I’m not looking.”

You lifted your hips as Jinyoung tugged your panties down your legs and off, smiling down at him when he dropped to his knees in front of you. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Liar,” he said with a laugh as he ducked his head down, placing a kiss to the inside of your leg, just above your knee.

No matter how many times Jinyoung spoiled you like this, it would always make you sigh and shiver just the same. He was now an expert in the art of teasing and building up your pleasure until finally giving you what you both craved most.

“But you love me,” you told him, tilting your head back to rest against the cabinet behind you as your eyes fell shut.

Jinyoung hummed against your skin as he traveled further up your legs, kissing nearly every inch of your skin until he’d finally reached the apex of your thighs.

“Mmhm, I do,” he said, just before leaning in to place a gentle kiss to your mound. Then lower, until his lips brushed your clit and made you jerk your hips up, desperate to feel more.

Luckily, Jinyoung at least seemed to understand you had a time limit. Seohyun was a good sleeper but she was known for waking up from her naps refreshed after only forty-five minutes or less. It was the or less that you were concerned about.

As soon as Jinyoung sucked your clit between his lips, you found yourself arching towards him, one hand grasping the counter edge while the other found purchase in the hair at the top of his head.

“Oh, oh,” you whined, while Jinyoung delved deeper and lower, now working what you could only call magic between your legs. When he slipped two fingers inside to join his tongue on your clit, your toes curled and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to contain your moan.

Honestly, you could barely register what exactly Jinyoung was doing after another few moments, your whole body was now on fire and more sensitive than ever after not having him touch you like this in weeks.

“Baby, I-” you started, one hand still in his hair and now pressing him closer, “I can’t... I want...”

But Jinyoung didn’t let up or stop. He wanted your release and he wouldn’t stop until the moment his mouth and fingers took you over the edge.

His free hand came to steady your hips, lying his forearm across your stomach to keep you from writhing too wildly on the counter, while his other hand moved faster and faster inside of you.

“Shhh-shit, fuck, Nyoung, please God-”

Absolute nonsense fell from your lips as you drew closer to your climax and warmth began to spread from your belly all the way through your body to your fingertips.

Finally the tension snapped and you arched forward this time, Jinyoung’s strong arm over your hips the only thing keeping you from sliding off. You fisted his hair, probably enough to hurt, your other hand back over your mouth to muffle your screams.

Jinyoung didn’t slow down until he knew you’d had too much. Slowly, he backed off, fingers coming to a stop inside of you before slipping out. He sat back on his knees and adjusted his grip on you so that you could gently and safely get your feet back on the ground.

“Holy mother of-” you managed, leaning back against the counter as Jinyoung stood back up in front of you with a pleased grin on his face. “You are way too good at that.”

Jinyoung laughed, slipping his arms around your waist in a gentle embrace, quite the contrast from the way he’d just absolutely wrecked you without even taking his pants off.

“Hmm, I think you might be a little biased, being my wife and all.”

“If I hadn’t seen you the first time you had to change a diaper, I might think you weren’t bad at anything,” you teased.

Jinyoung’s mouth opened to defend himself but you were quicker, slipping one hand down into the loose grey sweatpants he was wearing to wrap around his length.

He sucked in a harsh inhale and closed his eyes, his arms wrapping tighter around you to bring you closer. You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek before whispering into his ear.

“Now, can we make the most of whatever time we have left until our toddler is back to demanding our undivided attention?”

You could sense Jinyoung’s smirk as he turned his head, brushing his lips against your throat before he responded, “You don’t have to convince me.”

Only a few moments passed before you found yourself bent over the island, your dress hiked up over your ass and Jinyoung behind you, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock.

You pressed your cheek against the cold countertop, your eyes on Jinyoung the best they could be from this angle. Biting your lip, you watched as he gripped his length, giving it a few strokes before he was lining up with your entrance.

Both of you exhaled the moment he slid inside, a slow movement that allowed you to feel every single inch of him as your bodies became one. You wouldn’t ever get tired of this feeling.

You reminded yourself that you needed to be as quiet as possible, considering Seohyun seemed to superhuman hearing and it didn’t usually take much to rouse her from sleep.

But you couldn’t help the soft whine that fell from your lips the moment Jinyoung started to rock his hips back and forth in a perfect rhythm, his hands bunching up the material of your dress at your lower back.

“Nyoungie,” you whispered, though it was more of a plea for him to move faster or harder, or do something. He was making you insane already, your body still sensitive from the incredible orgasm he’d given you just a few minutes ago.

At the sweet pet name, Jinyoung groaned deep in his throat, squeezing the fabric in his fists even tighter as he picked up his pace. You watched as he tilted his head back in bliss and bit his lip, probably to contain his own moans of pleasure.

It didn’t take much time at all for Jinyoung to start pounding inside of you just the way you’d wanted, the sound of skin-on-skin now filling the room. Even though it was dangerous to make so much noise, you weren’t about to ask him to stop.

You reached one hand behind your back until you found one of his arms. Grasping it firmly, you squeezed your eyes shut and swallowed back all of the noises you so desperately wanted to make to encourage him.

Jinyoung leaned his head forward again, bending over you slightly as he let go with his other hand, choosing instead to nestle it between your thighs and circle your clit with his fingers.

“Fuck,” you whispered, knowing that he was planning on bringing you to another orgasm before he found his release. “Baby, I don’t think I can... oh, my god.”

Squeezing his arm even tighter, you gasped as he moved his fingers faster to match the brutal pace of his hips. He kissed across your shoulder blade, a mixture of dirty and affectionate words falling from his lips to your skin.

“God, I love you so much. You feel so fucking good, so wet and tight, you’re so beautiful, baby.”

The waves of pleasure started to crest for the second time that afternoon as Jinyoung worked his fingers in tighter circles, changing the angle of his hips ever so slightly to hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.

Jinyoung soon let go of your dress completely as he bent over your body, hand feeling around blindly for your free one so that he could intertwine your fingers as he pumped inside of you.

“Let go for me angel, come on, want us to come together,” he whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck and nipping at your skin.

It took all of your willpower not to scream just then as soon as your orgasm hit, your knees shaking as the intense pulses of your climax threatened to make your legs give out entirely. But Jinyoung was there, his body supporting yours as he reached his own end, emptying inside of you with a gravelly moan against your neck.

His hips slowed, giving you a few more shallow thrusts before he finally slipped out of you, though he didn’t peel his body from yours for another minute. You smiled softly to yourself as you listened to his breathing gradually return back to normal, his heartbeat racing against your skin through his white tee.

When he finally pulled away, Jinyoung helped you to stand up once more, turning you around to face him. He chuckled as he pushed your hair from your face after it had stuck to your skin from the thin layer of sweat across your forehead.

“I love you, you know?” Jinyoung said, leaning close to nudge his nose against yours.

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist and tugging his sweatpants back up to his hips. “I love you too.”

With the most perfect timing ever, there was suddenly a whimper from the speaker of the baby monitor, one that was shortly followed by a loud cry. You sighed and pressed your hands to Jinyoung’s chest, about to gently push him away so you could tend to Seohyun.

“Hey, I got it. Go hop in the shower. Do one of your face masks too, or take a bath. I’ll hang out with little bear.”

Your lips formed into a pout because yes, Jinyoung was a great husband, but he was an even more amazing father. And you could use some time to yourself. Especially a shower, considering you were a tad sticky after the quickie you’d just had.

“Stop being so perfect, you’re making me look bad,” you told him, leaning in to press a few short kisses to his lips. “Love you. Thanks for the orgasms.”

Jinyoung could only shake his head as he laughed at you, watching as you walked off towards the bathroom. He flipped off the switch to the baby monitor and headed off to Seohyun’s room, wondering just how he managed to get the two best girls in the world in his life.

#thepactfic #jinyoung smut #jinyoung fluff #writing #jinyoung fanfic #jinyoung fic

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jeonstellate · 3 years

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[97✙] we got married: moonlight couple — series masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

shieun and hanbin are paired up for the special edition of we got married, but none of them bothers to tell their friends and families about the extent of their scripted relationship.

alternatively: snapshots of shieun and hanbin’s moments as a virtually married couple, featuring occasional shenanigans from their friends and families (read: 97 liners and ikon).

✩༄ kim hanbin x original character

✩༄ virtual relationship!au, fake marriage!au, we got married!au — each snapshot has different warnings mentioned — predominantly fluff

✩༄ paragraph format — drabble-style

✩༄ this is part of my mcmxcvii universe and takes place in the future timeline.

✩༄ if you’re one of those people who pretend that hanbin and ikon didn’t spend literal years together and are no longer good friends, you need to exit out this right now. this will go against everything you believe in and basically run with it.

✩༄ snapshot i

— silver’s packing for her upcoming married life, but lucas interrupts.

✩༄ snapshot ii

— silver talks about her husband-to-be with lucas, but they get slightly off-track.

✩༄ snapshot iii

— silver finally meets her future husband.

✩༄ snapshot iv

— silver and hanbin wrap their picnic date up in the most revlis and b.i fashion.

✩༄ snapshot v

— silver and hanbin brainstorm ideas for their marital bucket list.

✩༄ snapshot vi

— silver wants to know where they’re going, but hanbin refuses to let her know.

✩༄ snapshot vii

— silver and hanbin shop for their couple item.

✩༄ snapshot viii

— silver and hanbin’s supposed date takes an unexpected turn.

✩༄ snapshot ix

— silver prepares hanbin to meet her youngest brother, seohyun.

✩༄ snapshot x

— hanbin meets silver’s youngest brother, seohyun.

#third satellite #kim hanbin imagines #ikon imagines #kim hanbin scenarios #ikon scenarios #kim hanbin oneshots #ikon oneshots #kim hanbin fanfics #ikon fanfics #kim hanbin fics #ikon fics #kim hanbin #ikon #kpop additions #kpop female addition #kpop oc #kpop female oc #we got married!au #oc: shieun (revlis)

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beamingmaylyn · 4 years

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eat ramen with me - jjk II part 21

God damn Seohyun. And Donghae. Who knows where those horny fuckers went. I swear if I’m going to have to hitchhike🤡

Just then I heard my name being called from behind me. There was Jungkook, peeking out the window of his car. “What are you doing here?” He took the words right out of my mouth.

“Contemplating hitchhiking. Seohyun and her boyfriend left me. I have no idea where they are and they aren’t answering. We were at a little gathering with our friends and those bitches ghosted me!” I stomped my foot against the ground and he drove closer to me.

“I can take you wherever you need to go, get in the car. I don’t want you walking around like this at night.” What he was referring to was my attire. Thin shoulder straps were holding a loose piece of fabric around my torso, pronouncing my cleavage and my skirt didn’t even manage to meet my knees. Seohyun told me I looked like arm candy, and her boyfriend told me I looked like an elegant sugar baby. But I had no idea what Jungkook thought of the outfit. Was it flimsy? Lewd? Indecent? I didn’t know but it was stressing me out.

“Where do you want to go?” How exactly do I answer this without sounding thirsty... “Your house, my house?” Thank you Jungkook.

“My apartment is quite far from here…How far is your house?”

“Maybe 10 minutes from here.”

“Would your house be okay?” “No problem, but get inside, please, you’re going to freeze.”

He opened the car drop for me from the inside and was taking his hoodie off before I even sat down. “That’s alright Ggukie, I’m not cold.” I mumbled into the hoodie he shoved into my face. I swear I could see his brain restart after calling him by the nickname.

“Please.” He whined. “I don’t want you to get a cold.” He mumbled after insisting he would help me put it on. The split second when he reached back for something in the back seat gave me a breathtaking view of his sharp jaw, long neck and silver piercings. It also added 10 years to my life span.

Turns out he was reaching for a jacket, which was now placed over my legs, covering me like a blanket.

“Jeonggukie.” I whined, feeling like a child when his arms furiously rubbed up and down my upper arms, trying to warm me up. Before I could blink his soft lips were on mine. He kisses me and warms me up even when I’m being a brat. This man….

“Don’t get huffy, I’m just worried, peach. Your clothes are kind of revealing, so I don’t want you to catch a cold, that’s all.” He shrugged his shoulders and kept his focus forward as he started driving.

“I know, I’m sorry Ggukie. I’m just tired, and a bitch.” I leaned into him and placed a long kiss on his cheek. I could feel his muscles slightly pulling under my lips. These kisses and affection were new to both of us. I don’t know how I would label our relationship, but I do know there isn’t a damn thing I don’t like about this boy.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what?” “That you had a new song, still with you. My sister told me.” I answered the question I knew he would ask.

“You told me you listen to rap.” “So? It’s you, of course I want to listen to it. I would listen to your songs even if you did screamo.” I mumbled, crossed my arms, and looked out the window.

“You’re pouty today, aren’t you, peach?” He joked with a laugh behind his words. I barely managed to keep my composure at his words.

“I have it on my phone, connect it to the aux cord and play it.” His phone was placed in my hands and I smiled when I saw his lock screen. A picture of us at my place. Drunk me brushing my teeth. Actually more like brushing my mouth. And him standing behind me with a big smile, holding me up so I don’t crack my head open against the sink.

“Cute lock screen.” I poked his side and connected his phone to the aux cord. Remembering the title from when I talked to my sister, I searched for it in his phone and played it. The calming melody filled the car and warmed my heart.

This was my first time hearing him sing like the professional he is, and it was like hearing the angels sing. His voice was so velvety smooth, calming and a lil bit sexy ngl. My hands clasped over my heart and I gasped.

“You sound so beautiful, baby…” I couldn’t help but call him that, the emotion in the song was overwhelming me. I couldn’t believe my ears. When I looked over at him his nose was lightly scrunched, trying to hold back a smile. What he couldn’t hold back though was the blush painting his cheeks.

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summary : you keep getting texts from a random number and decide not to go against the will of the universe

a/n : this is pretty sucky but i only wrote it to clear up the situation between yn and jungkook, it doesnt really push the story further so its kind of a dumb drabble, like always @inangellocumlibello helped my dumb ass with this <3

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jeonggukingdom · 4 years

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splinters of love • day X [myg]

pairing ⟶ min yoongi x fem!Reader

summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day X ↳ in which you’re both single parents and your kids have turned into best friends in the past few weeks but your child is misbehaving again and Yoongi decides to make a comment on your parenting skills that may or may not break you down to tears. For which, he decides to make it up to you.

genre ⟶ angst, fluff, parents!AU

rating ⟶ G

word count ⟶ 1.901 words

warnings ⟶ a little bit of angst because Yoongi doesn’t know how to phrase stuff, also Yoongi being an absolute heart-melting softie. Mentions of death and cheating.

series masterlist ⟶ here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

Suzy’s laugh is crystal clear as she runs after her friend Mina, her little arms outstretched to grab her, capture her and win the game and possibly claim the little toy in the other little girl’s grasp.

A small smile graces your lips as you watch her like this, all happy and carefree under the spring sun, her long raven hair swept away by the gentle breeze.

She looks so much like her father it hurts to look at her most of the times.

The thought of him turns your thoughts bitter, makes bile rise from your stomach up to your throat, almost making you gag onto thin air.

You are barely aware of the mellow voice talking to you, definitely not registering what he is saying but you know he is there, you can sort of feel the warmth of his body even though he is not even remotely close enough to do so.

You haven’t been with a man in four years, ever since he left you. You are touch-starved and the man standing right next to you has a charming smile, a softness to his features that makes your insides twitch every single time.

But you never let your gaze linger for too long. You can’t do relationships anymore, that is what you decided, and especially not with someone that has just as much, if not more, baggage as you do.

Min Yoongi has a soft smile on his lips and you hate how that brings heat to your cheeks as you meet his eyes and he tilts his head a little to the side.

Your kids have become friends pretty quickly and spending time together at the park as become something like a routine for the four of you and you are happy she has finally made a friend and that, well, she happens to be the daughter of a single father that at least can understand the struggles of being a single parent.

Sometimes you see the pain in his eyes, the worry reflected in those dark irises that in some occasions look so much like your own it startles you.

His pain, though, must be thousand times worse than yours. He lost his wife, the love of his life, in a tragic accident and he has been mourning her ever since.

You, on the other hand, have lost your love one to a younger and prettier girl.

You shift your gaze to your tangled fingers as thoughts of him start filling your head in a way that cuts your breath out of your lungs.

You are so engrossed in your own bitterness that you don’t see it happen, you only hear the aftermaths.

Suzy has not only reached Mina, she has pushed her down and stole her toy and sadly, it is not the first time this has happened.

You rush to them, try to pacify Mina while apologizing to Yoongi, your eyes stern on your own daughter.

She cries too in the aftermath of the mess that she created, hitting all your nerves in the right places.

It takes a few minutes to calm both of the kids down but when they are smiling again, it seems like nothing has happened and you watch your daughter grasp Mina’s hand and force her into a little jog that has them both giggle.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you stand up, Yoongi still standing right next to you with a frown on his features.

“Sometimes I wonder if Suzy is just seeking some attention when she does stuff like this.”

It’s a simple comment yet it sends you reeling because it strikes a nerve, it cuts through an already open wound like a sharp knife and then it twitches and twitches inside of it until you are out of breath and on the verge of tears.

The thing is, when you were younger you used to say you didn’t want kids. Why? Because you didn’t think you’d be a good mother.

And now… now you know you aren’t a good mother, that you aren’t giving your daughter enough, that you are not enough.

Doesn’t matter how much you try, how much you read about being a parent it just doesn’t seem to work, it doesn’t seem to be enough.

You tried to be a stern parent, you tried to be a lenient one and nothing works and maybe Yoongi is right, you do not give your kid enough attention but how are you supposed to when you have a full time job and nobody to help you with her?

The tears break through your control before you can stop them and you hear Yoongi take in a sharp breath and then his feet move, slide across the gravel so that he can stand in front of you, peer inside your eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, did I cross a line? Of course I crossed a line I… I’m sorry I didn’t meant to,” he rambles, his voice soft as he looks at you in utter panic.

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault, it’s me.” The words tremble on the tip of your tongue, they come out as a strangled whisper and he grimaces at the pained expression you offer him, shaking your head as you try to gain some composure back.

Pathetic.

“I know I’m not a good mother,” you don’t know why you say it but you do and saying it out loud breaks your heart in thousand of pieces and before you can register what is happening, Yoongi’s hands are tenderly grasping your face so that you have no choice but look inside his eyes.

“No.” He says, firm, “That is not what I meant at all. You are a good mother, _______. But sometimes we are not enough because they only have us and they need both a father and a mother.”

He sighs as you nod your head in agreement because of course, you know this. But you can force your ex-boyfriend to be a father. You can’t if he doesn’t want to because even if you legally could, you don’t want to make Suzy feel like she’s a chore, like she’s unwanted. She deserves better than the hurt that would come from that.

“When Seohyun died I had no idea what to do with Mina, not a single clue. And I seek help. That’s what I wanted to suggest, _____.”

His true intentions sink in then and you ponder over them and you quickly realize that you need it. Hell, you need all the help in the bloody universe and so you nod your head, take the number he gives you almost in a trance and at the same time, you take up his offer of making it up to you over a cup of coffee.

It all happens in an instant and next thing you know, two weeks have passed, you’ve had your first session with the therapist and now you are standing in this Cafe waiting for him to show up.

You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know what this sort of date actually means and nervousness ties your guts into deep and convoluted knots.

But when he shows up and offers you one of his gummy smile, those insides seem to melt and you find yourself smiling for him, relaxing to the point you simply cannot stop talking.

You talk about Suzy, Mina, your therapy session, all the things you’ve learned already thanks to him, you talk about how hard it is to be alone in all of this, you talk about work and so many other things and time absolutely flies. So fast you don’t realize it’s getting dark until your phone chimes with an unread text and you glance towards it and notice how late it is.

“Would it be too out of line for me to walk you home?” Yoongi asks and you should definitely say yes and retreat before your heart starts beating all funny in your chest but you realize a little too late that it is already doing it.

So you say yes, against your better judgment, and he offers you one of those heart-melting smiles that has your lips turning upwards in return.

You walk in silence and it is comfortable, you walk side by side and his shoulder sometimes brushes against yours and even that, is comfortable. Familiar, in a way.

You feel like a teenager all over again and it is both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying because you are afraid of falling in love, of letting go and lose control because what if you get hurt again? What if you let a man inside your life and then he leaves you and Suzy behind as well? What happens then? How do you pick up the pieces of your heart and mend it back together alongside with the one of your daughter?

Your mind is reeling but when you come to a halt in front of your house, your resolve melts away the instant you turn to look at him and you find his soft eyes already fixed on you.

You should tell him goodbye, thank him for everything he has done for you so far and turn around, forget whatever this was but you don’t.

You don’t step back when he leans forward, you don’t stop him when he silently asks you with his eyes if he is going too far or not, you don’t push him off when his hand comes to caress your cheek and you don’t turn your head to the side when his lips come in contact with yours.

It happens so slowly and yet so fast at the same time and then your mind is spinning, spinning so fast you might actually be sick right here, right now.

But you don’t, oh no. You grasp his shirt, you pull him into you with a need that could only come after years of deprivation and he clings onto you just as badly, just as desperately until you are breathless, panting in each other faces with shock reflected in your eyes.

“Wow,” he whispers and you whisper it back, a shy smile on your lips as your eyes drift to the ground.

“I haven’t kissed anyone after Seohyun…” his voice trails off and your heart skips a beat.

“Me neither,” is your meek response and it makes him smile, nod his head a couple of times.

“I’m scared, Yoongi.” You admit after a few seconds and you expect him to laugh at you or maybe try to convince you that you shouldn’t but instead, he nods again and then sighs as if understanding where you’re coming from completely.

“I know,” he bites his bottom lip, his eyes closing for a second, “I feel it too. That and guilt for wanting to move on from her, to build another family without her. Frankly, I am terrified,” he laughs at his words, shakes his head and you instantly know he is talking about his daughter. Of course, your fears are mirrored inside his heart and mind too, how could they not?

“What do we do, then?” You ask in a soft whisper that sounds too hopeful to your own ears but that grants you a soft smile from his part.

“We take it one day at a time.”

And so you do.

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knamjooned · 4 years

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Dumb Litty

pairing: rockstar!Jungkook x reader words: 220 notes: character from my upcoming social media au rating: PG13

part of On Repeat! Lyrical Drabbles

My heart rate is going up my heart is tightening I’m released from my chains and I wake up We go up until the morning sun comes up Tomorrow’s worries we leave in tomorrow - Dumb Litty by KARD

Shit was going down, but that didn’t concern him at the moment. Raising his cup into the air, Jungkook shouted with the others. They were celebrating their recent album release, which made positive waves instantly. Yoongi wasn’t as loud, being the stoic man he was, but even he couldn’t resist a chuckle as Taehyung and Jimin whooped and hollered a few feet away.

The music was loud and they were surrounded by women and men who would worship them as long as they kept raking in money. Jungkook found it more amusing than anything. Jimin kept telling him he was boring, never taking advantage of the riches that were surrounding him. When it came to sex, anyway. Right now, though, his mind was on you, the woman who caught his eye only a week ago.

Hoseok elbowed Jungkook in the ribs, causing him to let out a hiss. Before Jungkook could glare at the guitarist, he saw Seohyun stepping up to him, along with you. You looked uncomfortable, with casual clothes compared to the glimmer and glitz of the party around him. As Hoseok and Seohyun made heart eyes at one another, Jungkook immediately stepped next to you.

“Let’s get a drink!” he shouted over the music. You blinked at him for a moment, then grinned, taking his hand.

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adonis-koo · 2 years

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denial = desperation

Note: this is a drabble based off the most recent chapter (10) in my series Wicked! You can read this as a stand-alone but it might not make the most sense, but it doesn’t contain any spoilers or in depth content to the story so if you’re looking for a good time, this story will deliver

Summary: The aftermath of you and Jungkook being in somewhat of a comprisable position leads to Jungkook questioning his existence late into the night and what the future of your relationship might possibly hold…not that he is attracted to you in any way like that

Genre: smut, arranged marriage AU, denial-attraction, pining, frenemies

Word count: 3k

Tags: male masturbation, overstimulation, fantasizing; oral (m & f receiving), vaginal fingering, doggy style, cowgirl, hair pulling, tongue-fucking, manhandling, slight dacraphilia, squirting, overstimulation, begging and a whole lot of cum, I feel the need to mention that jungkook has a really big size kink and an even bigger cock 😌 this is unedited I’m so sorry

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The memory of soft skin against his hands was haunting, your breath hitching and little and your eyes widening, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh and the feeling of your thighs clenching as you bit down on the inside of your lip trying to not flustered desire take over...

This was fine.

Jungkook glared at nothing in particular as his thoughts raged on while the fire crackled dimly and had slowly begun to go out due to Jungkook’s slothfulness. But he couldn’t help it, his entire attention span had gone to focusing- no, it was more- like distracting himself.

And somehow utterly failing no matter how hard he tried.

He had tried to go to sleep, tossing and turning but no matter what he did, what he thought of, nothing worked. He laid on his back currently, his body was burning up and he had discarded his top long ago but even that wasn’t enough anymore.

He inhaled sharply at the memory of your eyes, pooling with desire, the way you bit down on the inside of your lower lip, your thighs clenched and the way they had parted just a little further for him, as if in invitation.

He moaned softly at the feeling of his cock throbbing even harsher then it had before. Realizing his thoughts he groaned out, grabbing one of his pillows as he shoved it on top of his face before smacking himself a good several times with it.

He did NOT see you like that! So why did he keep thinking of you like that!?

Jungkook would rather sleep with any other woman instead of you…! So why hadn’t he…? The little nagging voice in the back of his mind made fun of him, he could sleep with any woman he wanted so why didn’t he? He could have any woman in his bed right now and fix this problem that kept him from falling asleep.

All it took was one floor to go to Seohyun who would be more than happy to let him in her room. Jungkook frowned, running a hand through his hair, trying not to think about when thinking about his old lover Seohyun had become such a turn off…

God what had you done to him!?

Why did you have to look at him like that?

Jungkook smacked his head back on the pillow beneath him as he let the other drop beside him. He should’ve just taken the plunge and asked to stay, was it just him? The thought plague him, sitting here with an unbearable arousal that just wouldn’t fucking go away!

He gritted his teeth, his cock ached once more still confined in his pants and he dared to not move anymore, if he tried laying on his stomach he wouldn’t be able to resist just fucking the mattress because anything was better then this.

Jungkook shook his head, no it had to just be him. He made the right decision in leaving your room, there was no way you possibly felt like this, he was sure of it and in fact you’d probably be repulsed to see him in such a state right now.

But your eyes…

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his imagination suddenly leaping off with all sorts of lewd imagery in his head, there was no mistaking your eyes, looking down at him all doe like and pitiful. God what would they look like if he had just pulled your legs a little further apart and…

Jungkook hadn’t even fully realized he had grabbed his bulging cock, roughly palming it through his pants as he moaned at the thought before he sharply inhaled, realizing what he was doing.

Fuck…!

Jungkook gritted, his teeth, who said he couldn’t masturbate? So long as he was keeping his thoughts to himself…once he relieved himself then he could go to bed.

Jungkook rationalized it before he nodded, letting himself pull down his pants.

His cock bounced from it’s confines and Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. Pulling out a bottle of oil from his nightstand that was originally supposed to be used for his skin but…well he had found much better uses of it these days.

Pouring a good amount into his hand he hesitantly grabbed the base of his cock his jaw clenched, his fist tightening around the thick fat base as he gave it a few tugs, pleasure instantly throbbing in his body as he shifted with a moan.

Fuck yeah, this was exactly what he needed.

Jungkook’s hips began to take over, fucking up into his hand as he moaned softly at the pleasure that blossomed from it. This continued on for what felt like longer than normal before Jungkook began to feel impatient, beginning to speed up his pace as his hand roughly began to stroke up towards the fat bulbous tip of his cock that was leaking pre-cum.

Gritting his teeth he glared down at his cock, carefully thumbing the small slit as he swore, “Fuck… c’mon don’t do this too me.” he muttered, messily smearing the pre-cum over the head of his cock.

Usually he’d be able to just shoot a load quick and be off to bed, especially if he was this aroused already. Maybe he just needed to change things up a little…? Jungkook sat himself up, leaning his back against his headboard as he gripped his cock once more, thrusting upward into it.

At first his pace as a little lethargic as he watched his cock fuck into his fist, this would be a thousand time’s better if if he had a little cunt to fuck instead. He glared down in anger, he needed something warm and wet bouncing down on it, being split open by his cock.

Pleasure began to throb once more as he moaned, yeah that’s what he needed, a warm cunt barely able to take his cock and he’d have to force her hips down to get it to fit all the way. And a nice pair of tits in his face bouncing rapidly while moans cried out.

Jungkook’s eyes shut as he imagined them, nice and perky, and hardened nipples he could suck on while she’d ride him, moaning down in his ear begging to be fucked by him. Jungkook moaned again as his hips began thrusting faster into his hand.

God he needed nails scratching rough on his shoulder blades, whimpers crying out of his name, fuck, he wanted so desperately to have a nice, warm little cunt to shoot a big load of cum into. He could feel it, “Fuck…!” Jungkook moaned brokenly, he was so fucking close…! He just needed to cum.

Needed to shoot a fat load of cum into something, onto something, anything…! His abdomen was clenching and his thighs flexing as he began roughly fucking upward, desperate to reach his orgasm.

But the harder he went the more painful it was becoming.

“God dammit!” He growled out, releasing his cock that bobbed in need of friction, laying against his abs as he repetitively smacked the back of his head against the wood in frustration. Why couldn’t he just cum…!?

Jungkook sighed as his eyes opened, watching his fat cock bob a little, it’s thick shaft curving a little upward, pre-cum smearing all over his upper abdomen. Did a blowjob count as cheating…?

He briefly wondered before he scoffed at his own pathetic thoughts.

Why had he even chosen to stay celibate once he gotten married? It had done nothing but make him horny and miserable every day.

When had his life come to this, he pathetically wondered as he stared down at his cock, it’s head beginning to turn a deep shade of red as if irritated that it wasn’t getting the release it clearly wanted.

Jungkook closed his eyes, but it was even worse than before. Those eyes kept coming back to haunt him, but this time in a flash of sucking his cock. He moaned immediately his cock bobbing in the air, desperate for friction before he immediately grabbed the shaft.

His strokes were short and fast at the idea of your eyes staring up at him, shy and demure as he’d grab you by the head, guiding you to suck him how he liked it best, being able to feel his tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag.

Jungkook could see it vividly, your gurgled whines and messy teary eyes while he’s slowly introduce you to taking his cock down your throat, and fuck…he’d be gentle with you, his little virgin wife who never sucked cock before. Needing him to guide you with your small inexperienced hands wrapping around his base, giving it nice short tugs the way he wanted.

Jungkook sputtered swear words left and right as he began fucking his fist, “Fuck yeah…” he breathed out at the idea of being able to fuck your throat, feeling your gag around it and cry out, whining and whimpering before he’d finally let you go in trade of your cunt.

First manhandling you onto your hands and knees and shoving you down to arch your ass back on him before he’d split your little cunt in half with his cock. Jungkook could feel a sweat breaking on the back of his neck, his balls smacking into his hand as he grunted out, shuffling in his spot as he got on his knee’s.

Using the headboard for leverage as he began roughly thrusting into his fist like it was your little cunt, and you’d moan, he knew you would, and they would sound so whiny and high pitched and your lips would part and jutt just a little into a pout before whining about him being too rough.

Jungkook’s lips parted at the idea of being able to feel your cunt squeeze around him in pleasure though, liking the fact that he’d be rough despite your complaints, and god what would he give right now to be able to lean down and play with that sensitive little clit.

A fumbled moan escaped Jungkook at the idea, his forehead pressing against the headboard as his hips desperately chased the idea of drilling into your tight, wet little cunt, his balls slapping on your skin while your cunt would clench around him from him playing with your clit just enough to edge you.

You’d whimper and beg for your orgasm but Jungkook wouldn’t let you have it, not just yet, a lazy smirk tugged on his lips at the idea, your pout getting bigger and your moans whiner at the way he’d ruthlessly tease and edge you.

Jungkook wouldn’t stop until you were in tears, desperate to cum all over his big fat cock, and finally, just after you had been a good little girl, pathetically begging to cum, would he turn you around to face him on your back.

Jungkook’s thighs nearly trembled as his hips began to slow down at the idea of his cock pushing back into your cunt, bottoming out completely inside you as you’d watch him all flustered, unable to keep your eyes off him before watching his cock completely split you open.

His cock was throbbing more and more at the idea as his hips began rhythmically thrusting into his hand, he’d start edging your sensitive clit with his thumb again, wanting your thighs to wrap around his waist.

And once you’d throw your head back, exposing your neck to him, that would be an invitation for him to lean down to suck against your skin, leaving a trail of marks from your neck all the way to those soft tits that he just knew would look amazing covered in his hickeys.

Jungkook moaned breathlessly at his imagination, almost able to feel the way your cunt would start rapidly clenching around his cock, your voice brokenly whining that you wanted to cum, that you would do anything to cum.

Jungkook’s thighs were beginning to ache and tremble as sweat dripped down to his collarbones, his thrusts becoming erratic and hard at the idea of being able to pinch your tiny clit, that had to be so fucking sensitive, kissing your neck while giving you permission to cum.

And fuck…! Your little cunt would clench one last time before you’d cum all over his cock while he’d fuck you through your orgasm and right into your second.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jungkook moaned brokenly, your cunt would be gushing arousal and would be so fucking tight around him he wouldn’t even be able to fuck you anymore, his cock completely buried in your tight little cunt before he’d finally…!

Cum spewed from his slit in thick gobs as moans escaped Jungkook left in right, white pleasure completely taking over his entire body as he trembled rapidly, his hips sloppily thrusting as he began to grind against his hand.

The thought of cumming inside your nice warm cunt as you came all over his cock, moans mingling together had his cock shooting another load of cum as he moaned desperately, his cock becoming more and more sensitive as he circled his hips, milking every drop of his orgasm.

Jungkook felt drunk off the idea of your cunt, your soft tits bouncing and that fucking flustered little face of yours as you’d spread your thighs as far as you could begging for him to give you his cum, wanting it as deep in you as possible.

Whimpers began to escape his lips as his hips started fucking his hand once more despite his cock trying to soften, his brows pinching together at how sensitive he was becoming but his hand had an iron grip of his cock that he refused to let go.

Fuck…! He needed your cunt, needed to see the way he’d pull his cock out of you and watch the way his cum would drip from it before he’d shove it back inside you. Jungkook’s lips parted, whines escaping him as he fought through the sensitivity of his cock that was beginning to harden again.

He wanted to part your thighs and suckle that little clit in reward for being such a good girl and taking all of his cum, he’d push his fingers inside your cunt, watching the way his cum would ooze out as he’d fuck his fingers inside you.

Jungkook threw his head back, a whimpered ‘Fuck’ escaping him at how the pain and pleasure of his sensitive cock began to mix together his second orgasm so close already, he wanted to taste the way your cunt mixed with his cum, wanting to feel the way your cunt would clench around his fingers first and then his tongue as he’d fuck it inside you and let his fingers work your clit.

Your thighs would wrap around his head and your fingers would yank against his hair, fuck..! He wanted your hands in his hair so fucking badly right now, yanking as hard as you could in desperation as he ate the soul from your little pussy.

Letting his tongue pull out of your small hole before dragging it up to your clit as he looked up at you, watching your lewd expressions, letting your hips fuck up against his face to try and ride his tongue while he’d suckle and prod until he found that little sweet spot of yours.

Jungkook’s breath hitched and his thighs were burning and his abdomen clenched up at the idea, his balls smacking against his hand as his cock throbbed rapidly, pressing his forehead back against the headboard he bit his lip so hard it nearly broke skin.

He wanted to feel your cunt on his fingers before he’d find your g-spot, watching the way your lips would part in shock at the feeling because your little fingers were too small to find it yourself, he’d fuck your g-spot until you’re back would be arching, thrashing about in whimpers and moans before begging to cum again.

So greedy, he moaned at the idea, you would be so greedy for another one, and he would let you happily, he’d moan against your cunt to cum for him before gathering your little clit back into his mouth, letting his tongue fondle and flick against it as you’d be obedient and do what you were told.

“Shit…! Fuck princess! Fuuck.” Jungkook’s throat had become dry as he growled it out, pleasuring nearly sucking every once of energy out of his body.

The idea of you cumming around his fingers while fucking them into your g-spot, suckling your little clit, forcing you into your next orgasm before liquid would spew from your cunt. The idea was overwhelming in his mind, watching pleasure take over your face as you’d squirt all over him had his cock shooting it’s next load of cum.

Jungkook had never whimpered the way he did in that moment, cumming so hard he nearly blacked out for just a second before his eyes cracked open to watch his fat head shoot ropes of white against the already painted wood as he let out breathy whines, his hand shakily pumping up his shaft to his head desperately as he watched cum dribble from his slit before one last fat glob shot out.

Jungkook let out a breath of relief, letting go of his cock that was immediately starting to soften, all of his energy was suddenly sapped from his body, his knee’s collapsed as he fell backwards, his body springing onto the soft mattress as he heaved out breathes.

The room felt too silent for a long time as Jungkook regain cognitive function of his limbs slowly as he stared up at the ceiling, the one rule he had set for himself, not thinking of you when he masturbated, had now been thoroughly thrown into the trash.

He groaned softly.

God what was he thinking...? Having such explicit fantasies about you…He gritted his teeth before he sighed, well…What was done, was done.

Besides, it’s not as if you’d ever actually know, this would stay within his fantasies. Jungkook sat up, grabbing his pants as he ran a hand through his hair, he would certainly make sure of it.

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #bts au

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mnetruinedmylife · 7 years

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Free At Last

I’m basically doing house-keeping and dumping all of my old stuff online

Every drabble is based on the phrase ‘free at last’ and a random word from a tumblr prompt list. They range from tragic, to light and carefree, and everything else in between.

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River 125 words

The cool winds caressed her face as she stared out into the dark city lights. It was nice, she thought absently. To be able to walk down the streets, slouched, incorrect posture, with her feet turned outward, not a care in the world. As Taeyeon glanced at the icy waters of the Han River below, she allowed a smile to spread across her face. Not the dainty half-grimaces that her family deemed as ‘lady-like’, nor the over exaggerated ‘ajumma’ laughs that her betrothed lapped up, but a genuine soft smile.

As one foot stepped forward, she allowed herself one final glance up at the sparkling stars—somehow they felt slightly closer, more reachable than usual—before plunging into the murky depths below.

Free at last.

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Contract 161 words

The papers were shoved into her hands, wrapped up neatly in a thick manila envelope like some kind of hushed secret. As if the entire building hadn’t heard of it by now.

“I don’t want it,” she maintained adamantly. There wasn’t anything in this world that they could tempt her with to sign a deal with the devil.

“Don’t act rashly Soonkyu. You and I both know that your band is going one way from here and that’s in a downward spiral. You hold in your hands a contract that most in this industry will kill for.”

Sunny almost snarled, she had no use for sweetened words and bribes. Ripping open the envelope, she pulled out the ludicrously expensive papers and looked the executive in the eye, one hand held the paper firmly, the other reaching for the middle—and tore it in half. Grinning with smug satisfaction as the sound echoed in the office.

Finally, she was free at last.

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Horizon 123 words

It was stupid.

Beyond idiotic.

The most reckless thing she had ever done, and perhaps she won’t even live to regret it. But as her feet touched the grass below, hand in hand with the most important person in her world, she couldn’t bring herself to care all that much.

“Where are we going Yong?” she asked breathlessly, coming to a skidding halt at the top of the hill.

Yoona’s eyes glinted, reflecting the sea as she gazed down at the docks where several dozen ships bobbed lighting in the waves, “Where ever we want.”

Seohyun gripped Yoona’s hand tighter, laughter bubbling to the surface and they soon found themselves flat against the ground, staring out to the yellow horizon.

Free at last.

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Red 122 words

Tiffany gripped at the photo frame with shaking hands, paying no attention to the cracks on the glass, not even as they grew, not even as they shattered under pressure. Her eyes remained glued on the smiling faces in the photo, paying no heed to the shards tearing into her skin, washing the picture in red, like her final memories of the people within. Of the carefree faces drenched in blood, unmoving as she knelt beside, throat raw and voice hoarse, and yet still no help came forth.

Pulling the bottle to her lips, she tipped her head back and swallowed down the vile liquid, burning her throat and warming her chest, until her vision too, faded to red.

Free at last.

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Peace 176 words

“Just let me go,” her voice sounded foreign even to her own ears. So tired, defeated, hopeless, lifeless.

“Jessica—

“—No,” she interrupted, barely collecting the strength to hold up her hand. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself to try anyway, “Just listen to me for once. I’m tired, so tired. I can’t do this anyway. I don’t want to do this anymore. Why can’t any of you understand that? Please, I’m sick of fighting the inevitable, sick of holding on to something that’s already lost. If you love me, please just let me go.”

She shuddered, coughing heavily into her hand. Her chest constricted, lurching painfully. A voice cried out, hands reaching out, only for her to brush them away. It was as if all her remaining spirit had gone into that outburst, leaving nothing left but an empty husk.

The room fell silent, save for the beeping monitor by the bedside. For once, no one moved to call in help. For the first time in months, Jessica slumbered on peacefully.

Free at last.

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Promise 155 words

She sighed, pencil tapping against the wooden table top dully. As the teacher droned on monotonously, she decided to scribble sketches into her notebook instead. Graphite tracing long and round lines, etching out the faces and expressions of those in the classroom— “Ow!” She jolted as a sharp pain dug into her stomach.

Seohyun’s disapproving face greeted her, “Pay attention!”

Her hand snapped up in salute, “Sir yes sir!”

“Ahem! Would you like to add something Miss Im?”

“No sir,” she mumbled, cheek’s flushing red as the rest of the class laughed.

“Yoona…” Seohyun stared at her sternly, and she couldn’t help but grin.

Fingers drawing an X over her heart, “I promise, I’ll pay attention,” she whispered.

Before Seohyun could express anything else, the bell chimed, signally the end of class. Yoona’s lips twitched upward into a wide grin, and she grabbed her best friend’s arm, sprinting out of the room.

“Free at last!”

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Chains 173 words

The metal door slammed open with a bang, blinding light flooded into the room, casting red and blue hues over the stone bricks.

Yuri jumped, whimpering behind the shelf. What in the world was going on?

She could hear shuffling and muffled voices as footsteps thundered into the room. She hugged her knees closer, curling into herself, perhaps they won’t find her. Breath hitched, praying that her pounding heart won’t give her away, she swallowed, painful against a dry throat. Head burrowed between her knees to stop the dizziness.

“There!” a voice shouted.

And she knew it was over, she shut her eyes, heart leaping into her throat as the footsteps came closer.

“Oh my god.”

“He kept a girl down here? Jesus Christ, it’s that missing girl from—

“Not now!” the other lady knelt down next to her, “It’ll be ok now, we’ll take you home.”

Yuri cracked open one eye, not daring to hope, “Home?” she croaked, chained metal jingling at the slight movement.

“Yes dear, home. You’re free at last.”

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Lead 147 words

The head rolled off his shoulders and landed on the carpet floor with a sickening crunch. Hyoyeon paid it no mind as she ploughed through the next set of obstacles in her way. A flurry of limbs, a twang of metal on metal, before finally coming to a stop in front of an ornate door, painted white with colourful stones imbedded along the side.

Kicking it open, she entered the room, flintlock cocked in one hand, and brandishing a cutlass in the other.

“Hello Governor, fancy seeing you here,” she greeted cheerfully. Before he could do so much as open his mouth, she sent two lead pellets in his head, “Goodbye Governor, it’s been good talking to you.”

There was an immense satisfaction to watching the body of the man who killed her men fall lifelessly to the ground.

Finally, her crew will be free at last.

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Lake 120 words

She didn’t need it.

She didn’t want it.

The only thing it ever gave her was grief and trouble, and yet, others would kill to have but a mere fraction of the lot. Faces flashed through her mind, her parents, her siblings, her friends. Those that have thrown away their lives protecting and procuring it—and for what? To live a retched life alone, in fear of those who would come to steal it, just as they have done so?

No, Sooyoung decided and did what her family and so many before them failed to do. Lifting the sack by the bottom, she emptied the contents into the lake, watching it go plunging into the murky depths below.

Free at last.

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You know it really speaks wonders for the state of my mind when my brain equates ‘freedom’ to suicide, binge-drinking, euthanasia, and murder (a massacre really)…

‘Red’ was my favourite one to write by far, what do you guys think?

Oh, and I think ‘lead’ was supposed to mean ‘in the lead’ or ‘leading’ or something of that matter, but I decided to interpret it as in the metal lead, makes things more interesting.

#snsd fic #taeyeon #jessica #sunny #tiffany #hyoyeon #yuri #sooyoung #yoona #seohyun

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girls-scenarios · 7 years

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Can you do Group prompt #5 with Girls’ Generation? happy halloween btw 🎃

Girls Generation / Halloween Prompts

5. Group joins together to scare the youngest, who is always trying to scare them.

Admin Kiwi

“Today is the day,” Taeyeon said, slamming her hand down on the table in front of her. Sunny jumped at the sudden sound and looked up from her book and Tiffany almost dropped her phone. The rest of the girls looked up from their food, Sooyoung with her chopsticks halfway to her mouth.

“What?”

“Today is Halloween. This is the day we get back at Seohyun for all the pranks she keeps pulling on us.” Tiffany turned off her phone and leaned forward, wary, but interested.

“What are you suggesting?” She asked. Taeyeon grinned, and Sooyoung ate the rest of her noodles, eyes wide in anticipation.

“I suggest that we do something to scare her. It’s Halloween, and its all in good fun. We’ll call it…. The Unnies Revenge.” Sunny laughed and put down her book.

“That’s such a lame name. But I’m in.”

“Me too,” said Jessica, raising her hand a bit. Hyoyeon and Yuri nodded along in agreement.

“What are we going to do, though?” Asked Yoona, leaning back in her chair. “Like, are we going to make her do a haunted house, or…?” Taeyeon put a finger to her chin, thinking.

“I didn’t actually think that far ahead. I was hoping that all of you would have some ideas.”

“Well,” Sooyoung said. “We could fill her hairdryer with shaving cream.”

“You’re just suggesting that because she did it to you,” Sunny pointed out. “Plus, that isn’t scary. The point is to scare her.”

“You’ve never had to clean shaving cream out of your hair and sheets and everything, really,” Sooyoung replied. “Does anyone have any better ideas?”

“Oh!” Hyoyeon raised her hand. “I’ve got one. Remember that old house that nobody’s living in down the road? That everyone says is haunted?” Slowly, the girls nodded their heads. “Well, that place actually belongs to the company my uncle works for. He says it’s not haunted, it’s just old, but he can get us permission to go inside. We could scare her there.” Silence. Then Taeyeon all but dove across the table to hug her. Yoona pulled her food off the table to try and save it.

“You’re a genius, Hyoyeon! That’s a great idea!”

“You almost killed my noodles!”

Seohyun walked in, took a look at the chaos in front of her, and turned on her heel. She’d just eat later.

“Okay. So Yoona will be the one who comes in with her. We’ll say that we’re going in in pairs, and when Yoona brings Seohyun in, we’ll all run around the side and get into position.” Taeyeon pointed at Tiffany. “Tiffany, you’re in charge of the lights. Turn them off right before they get to Sooyoung. She’ll be pulling across the fake ghosts. Hyoyeon is in charge of making it sound like there’s ghosts upstairs since she knows the place the best. Jessica, you’ll grab at her legs. And Sunny, last but not least, I want you to scream once they get to the end.” Sunny nodded her head.

“And what are you going to do?” Taeyeon flipped her hair.

“I already did my part. I wrote a bunch of creepy things in fake blood and got a fake arm for her to step on at the end, when Sunny screams.”

“How does it seem like you got the good end of the deal?” Jessica asked, squinting at the other girl and leaning forward. Tiffany shushed them.

“Yoona just sent me a text. She’s on her way up with Seohyun. Look normal, guys.” Quickly, they all stood up straight and looked around. The other two girls could be seen walking up the small hill towards them. Yoona was waving, and Seohyun was looking around warily, eyeing the house.

“Is this really necessary?” Seohyun asked as they joined the group, giving the house another look-over. “Also, is this even legal?” Hyoyeon winked and gave her a thumbs up.

“My uncle got us permission to be here. I have the keys in my pocket. Totally legal!” Sooyoung leaned forward and grinned at Seohyun.

“What, are you chicken? Too scared to tour an actual haunted house?” Seohyun huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m not scared at all. It’s just sketchy. Is it safe?”

“Yep, otherwise they wouldn’t have let us on the property,” Hyoyeon replied. Taeyeon moved them all into a circle and smiled widely, clapping her hands.

“And we got here at the perfect time. The sun is setting as we speak. Who’s ready?” Everyone cheered, prompting Seohyun to join in.

“So, who goes first?” Sunny asked, looking around at the group. Yoona quickly raised her hand.

“I’ll go first! Who wants to go with me?” Tiffany shook her head.

“I don’t want to go first, so not me.” Sooyoung quickly brought her finger up to her nose.

“Not it!” Immediately, all of the other girls put their fingers to their nose. Seohyun was just a bit to slow. “Seohyun, you’re up.” She whined a bit and let her hand fall.

“Of course I am. What are we doing?” Hyoyeon pointed at the front door.

“My uncle told me that he cleared space for us to walk from the front door out the back door. That area is completely safe and set aside for us.” The sun seemed to be setting faster than usual. Seohyun grabbed Yoona’s hand and squared her shoulders.

“Fine. Let’s go, unnie.”

As soon as the front door was closed behind them, the girls vacated the yard, dashing for the side door. Inside, Seohyun slowly closed the door and looked around.

“I can’t believe the lights in here still work,” she said, squinting at the old light bulb above them.

“They keep it workable, I think,” Yoona replied, taking a step further into the house. “It’s still super dusty though.” Seohyung followed her move, and they stepped into the living room. They had barely taken two steps when the lights flickered and died. Seohyun jumped.

“Okay, maybe not?” She could barely see in the darkness, only a bit of light spilling in from the window. “This is dumb. Did you bring a flashlight?” Yoona patted her pockets.

“Just a tiny one. But maybe then we wont step on anything weird.” She pulled the flashlight from her pocket and smiled a bit. She knew exactly when and where to shine it, and she swung it around the small living room before letting it fall on the space on the wall where the wallpaper had peeled away. Written on the wall in what seemed like blood with someone’s finger were the words “Get Out”. Seohyun stopped her her tracks.

“I thought her uncle said this place was safe,” she whispered. Yoona shrugged her shoulders.

“Safe enough not to fall down, I guess. She told me that her uncle is even afraid of this place.” Just as she finished speaking, the sounds of footsteps rang on the floor above them. Slow, steady footsteps. Pacing.

“Is…. Is there anyone else in here with us?” Yoona looked up and shook her head, not bothering to shine the flashlight at the ceiling.

“There shouldn’t be. Her uncle said that the place is empty.” Seohyun’s hand tightened on Yoona’s and she tugged her forward.

“Let’s just get out of here, this place is creepy.” She stepped forward, further into the room, and Yoona’s flashlight flickered. She stopped again. “What’s that? Don’t tell me that your flashlight is dying.” Yoona frowned and shook the flashlight.

“That’s weird. I just put batteries in it too.” That was the cue. From somewhere down the hall to their left, Sooyoung pulled on a fake ghosts, letting it move past the two girls. In the complete darkness, the cloth brushed against Seohyun’s face, making her let out a squeal and jump back, squinting into the dark to try and see what had just touched her. Yoona looked up, shocked by her sudden movement. “What happened?”

“Did you not just feel that? Something definitely just moved past me. I felt it touch me.” She attached herself to Yoona’s arm. “Okay, haha, this prank is funny, let’s go.” Yoona looked down at her, putting on her best scared face.

“Seohyun, this isn’t a prank. I can’t get my flashlight to turn back on.” The youngest whimpered and tugged Yoona forward.

“Let’s just go. Come on.” As they passed into the kitchen, Jessica, who had hidden behind one of the old couches, reached out and touched Seohyun’s leg. She screamed and shoved Yoona further into the kitchen. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.” Upstairs, Hyoyeon was following them, slowly. Pacing. Yoona’s flashlight flickered back to light and landed on a puddle of blood on the floor, and bloody footprints leading to the fridge, and then back out, the way they were coming into the room. Jessica, suddenly getting an idea, moved behind them, out of the reach of any light, and began dragging her feet to sound like she was walking towards them. Seohyun spun around, but she could see nothing.

She stepped backwards once, twice, trying to see what was behind them. Then, on her third step, her foot hit something. Something human.

A blood-curdling scream shook the building, and Seohyun looked down to see an arm sticking out from behind the fridge. An arm she’d just stepped on. The back door was right there, and it seemed like whoever was behind them was getting closer. Desperately, she grabbed for the door and swung it open, tumbling out into the night and dragging Yoona behind her.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, are you guys crazy someone was murdered in there we need to call the police we need to do something. Oh my god, we could have died. What if the murderer is still in there, he knows we saw, he might follow us.” Seohyun turned around to look at Yoona, taking in a deep, terrified breath. And saw that she was trying not to laugh. Her blood turned cold in her heart stopped. “Wait….”

Out from the house came the rest of the girls, laughing loudly and giving each other high fives. Finally, Yoona let herself laugh, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Sorry Seohyun. I lied. We were trying to scare you.” She let out the breath she’d been holding.

“You mean. All that blood and everything. Was fake?” The girls nodded, and Taeyeon grinned.

“That was my handiwork. Didn’t I do a good job? We really had you fooled, Seohyun.” Seohyun let her arm fall away away from Yoona’s and let out a whine.

“I was really scared, you guys!” Tiffany came forward and grabbed her hands.

“Sorry, but you prank us so much, we just had to get you back a bit.” As the girls laughed, a thump came from the house. They all froze.

“Uh, everyone is here, right?” Sunny asked. They slowly turned to look at the house. Another thump sounded inside, and at that, they all went racing down the hill towards their cars, screaming.

A moment later, a man stepped out. As he watched the girls take off down the hill, one turned back and winked at him, throwing him a thumbs up. He chuckled.

“Hyoyeon wins this one.”

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sunmichi · 7 years

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[ Drabble request: Yeoubi. ] They say that foxes are getting married, when rain falls during the sunny day. They must be tears of happiness, I suppose. Do not mind my rambling, aha.

wordstuck.co.vu Drabble Prompts / Accepting!( this stop is yours! @spvtnik )

yeoubi: ‘fox rain’; a sun shower – the event of having a light rain while the sun is still shining.

Autumn arrives with a week-and-a-half-long war and harmony. For eleven days, the sun clashes with the rain in a brilliant patchwork of light and shadow and waterfall in chaotic sky, the battles only slowing to a temporary draw when night falls, and the sun sets to shine elsewhere and the rain lightens to the tiniest drizzle that melds with the dew collected overnight. Then the morning comes, and with the wash of dull golden light over steel and concrete, comes a calm-but-steady torrent of rain yet again, casting the city once more in the dramatic shades of battle.

The newspaper headlines call it a number of different things: the second great flood, hurricane season, miracle storm, never-seen-before, an annoyance, end of a summer drought—a chorus of sensationally pithy phrases that meet equally unglamorous ends, soaking and smudging into each other in gutters of sidewalks, tossed away.

Seohyun, however, trumpets a different headline: one more winding and thoughtful and entangled with mystery, mumbled nonchalantly in her soft sing-song voice. “They say that foxes are getting married, when rain falls during the sunny day. They must be tears of happiness, I suppose.”

Mi looks up from the lace-and-pearl fan she’s been busy tinkering with and lets it rest on her knees, glancing over at Seohyun, who gazes out the window in the opposite corner of the now-empty workshop space. It’s the fourth day of the storm now: the streets remain in a constant state of mild flooding and Seohyun, in a rare week of few schedules, has taken to spending early to late afternoons with Mi, who has holed up and tucked herself away in the eclectic confines of the Second Chances workshop, dry and away from the storm brewing outside.

Rain is easy to like, hard to love—it is easy to pretend to love, easy to write and sing and wonder about. It is easy to love the rain from afar through the lens of window and glass and soft grey light when it causes no harm or inconvenience. It is easy to love it distantly, half-heartedly in pieces and moments, but not in wholes and forevers. Mi has forgotten how to love the rain as she once did; as Seohyun seems to, when she looks out the window with such longing. Mi sets down the fan on the table now, and crosses the room quietly to join the girl by the window, resting arms and chin against its ledge and turning slightly to watch Seohyun from the periphery of her vision. The rain makes a steady pitter-patter on the heavy duty glass of the window, and the sunlight that shines through casts a mottled shadow over her face. “That’s what they say in Japan too, I think,” she says after a little while. “The fox��s wedding. It must… be a really long wedding.”

“A really happy one too.” Laughing once, Seohyun lifts a finger to trace the path of a single droplet of rain across the windowpane. “With lots of tears.”

Mi nods silently, and watches as another few droplets trail behind the first, following Seohyun’s fingertip, and decides that Seohyun must love the rain, because the rain loves Seohyun very much.

When Seohyun ambles into the shop on the sixth day, Mi waves her over excitedly and angles her laptop, its browser up and jam-packed with open tabs. “Unnie! Look, look—I looked up sunshowers because I was curious about what you’d said, and—look, there are so many different explanations and words and meanings and, okay, just look at these!” She begins to click through each tab, narrating their contents in rapid-fire synopses. “So for some people in Korea, it means that a tiger is marrying a fox—and in Bulgaria it’s bears… in Syria, rats are getting married… in Georgia, the sun’s washing its face, and—and, oh, in America, apparently the devil’s beating his wife…” Click, click, click– “Hyenas getting married… a hyena giving birth… witches churning butter—which is kind of like- ew, butter showers?!—or combing their hair-” She pauses for a gulp of air, glances at Seohyun, who has such an expression of peaceful fascination that Mi forgets to go on altogether.

When they walk the span of road to the end of the block that day, Seohyun ventures out from beneath Mi’s bright yellow umbrella with a hop and step and twirl that takes her several steps ahead, past Mi’s reach. She holds a hand out to meet the sunset light and dwindling rain, and they seem to float down and meet her palm in a truce, entranced by their peacemaker. Seohyun turns and grins. “I think… maybe… we should add one more to the list—the wedding of sun and rain! It’s wonderful, Mi-yah. You should join us.”

Mi takes in the scene—the girl giving herself so vulnerably to rain and sun that they can’t help but give themselves in return. And herself, under the thin veil of her umbrella, a little timid, treading carefully, a little too comfortable in what temporary shelter she’s scavenged, a little too much written and ingrained in her mind for her to revert back to childhood today. And so she just smiles and says, “I’ll be the audience for today, miss officiator!”

On the tenth day, Mi steels herself and shoves her umbrella to the back of the highest shelf she can reach, with the help of the shop’s tallest ladder. Only after she hops down from the bottom step does she realize that she won’t be able to get that back without actually climbing onto the shelf and risking complete and utter destruction of that side of the room. Oh well. They always say one must take risks for the sake of love, be a fool for love. And Mi wants to love the rain again; she doesn’t know if this is how it works, but she’s going to be a fool.

So when Seohyun pushes open the door around 3 p.m., Mi is ready with a blurted greeting- “Let’s go outside today, unnie. No umbrella, or raincoat, or anything—I promise. Well—I mean, let’s keep our clothes on, I don’t think society is ready for that just yet.”

Seohyun just smiles, and sets her own umbrella down by the doorway. “I was waiting for you to say that.”

3:02 p.m. finds Mi balancing by the balls of her feet on the threshold of the door, teetering on the edge of a decision and then—she bends down and pulls off her converse first, then her socks, tossing them with a flourish toward the nearest corner, behind Seohyun. “My compromise with the whole clothes thing,” she says by way of explanation. Seohyun’s lips pull into a smile and she follows suit.

And so they go out, two pairs of bare feet submerging themselves in shallow puddles, calloused and thickened skin pressed into the wet and grimy concrete with a yelp and squeal and a calmer laugh. And the rain takes them indiscriminately and completely, just after the sun does, engulfing them with a melodious roar, dripping from long hair and soaked sleeves and pant cuffs and armpits. Somewhere down the block they’d walked each day past, they reach the threshold of madness, as marked by the stares of umbrella-clad passersby—but they don’t care: careful steps quickly turn to a skip and a jog and leaps over floating debris, laughter joining the clash of rain against every surface.

The close of the day’s battle finds them seated on a fallen trashcan, feet dangling into dirty gutter streams, toes pink and everything three shades darker with the saturation of water. Mi lets out a whoo! and shakes her head, droplets flying. “Unnie… tomorrow, the headlines are gonna read something like ‘Girls Generation’s maknae gone mad’—are you worried?”

Seohyun shakes her head, a little harder than necessary, water flying from her hair as well, and Mi knows her answer. “No,” she says, “Today I experienced some of the joy of those foxes. And all those other animals. It was worth it.”

Mi nods slowly. “Isn’t it funny?—I don’t know if it’s kinda a which-came-first-the-chicken-or-the-egg thing, but… all these animals, they get married in the rain, they hold weddings in the rain, and then, there’s us humans—we’d move our weddings if they get rained on.” She wipes strands of hair from her forehead, tucking them behind her ear in a futile attempt at order—then gives up with a laugh. “I think… I fell in love with the rain again today, even if… I don’t stay just as in love with it tomorrow.”

Seohyun doesn’t say anything for some time, and the only sound around them is the steady beat of water on the world. Then, her quiet and simple– “Me too. I think I did too.”

Somewhere, foxes are getting married and somewhere a fox gives birth. Somewhere, a witch churns butter and a baby hyena is born. Somewhere, rats have a wedding, a jackal marries a wolf, the sun washes its face, and somewhere, two girls fall in love with the rain: one again, and one deeper, maybe not in wholes or forevers, but in whole-hearted parts, with rationality—and umbrellas—abandoned, thrown off and away with the stream of rainwater that flows out the city to the fields to beckon the child underneath, existing not in parts, but in wholes and forevers.

#spvtnik #.ask #.drabble #( makes up an odd weather event... e u e #orz jaksdg i thought rly hard about what to do exactly for this #and #IDK IF THIS Is what i wanted it to look like?#it's kinda cliche but i hope it works ;; and i hope i did seo some justice too #thank you for sending it in love <3 #i saw that she likes the rain ; u ;

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