JUST SO THEY COULD STILL HAVE THE PARTY EVEN IF IT RAINED

fantasie-traum  asked:

Omg I am in love with this blog 💕💕 I love how well written everything is!! So I read the rules and I wasn't sure if I could request only one character or if I had to do RFA+the characters I wanted;;; but I was hoping for some kissing headcannons (like how they kiss, etc.) of the RFA+V please and thank you!

Oh hi~! Thank you for your support! You can have individual characters or the whole gang when making a request. :) We don’t normally do Vanderwood (or Rika, or Driver Kim lolol), but for HCs, we usually write for the five main characters + Saeran and V. ♥

This was fun to write, so I hope you enjoy~!!!

~Nao

Kissing HCs

Yoosung

  • You were surprised when he first kissed you at the party
  • He seemed so… confident.
  • But he becomes a blushing mess when you initiate kisses
  • Likes eskimo kisses, rubbing his nose against yours, and then finishing it with a quick peck on the lips
  • Attacks you with multiple kisses on the face when you call him cute
  • To the point where you’re already holding his face away from you and he’s still puckered up like a cartoon octopus, trying so hard to reach you
  • “Yoosung, nooooo~“
  • “But whyyyy, emshee jush one mooorreee pweeeeaaash“
  • Makes obnoxiously loud smooching noises until you give in
  • Will steal kisses when you’re super serious or unaware
  • Expect a moan or two when you bite him during makeout sessions
  • Loves it best when you’re cuddling and he reaches from behind you to kiss your cheek.
  • “I’m sorry MC, I just can’t help but want to kiss you ‘cuz you’re so cute!“
  • Yoosung, what’re you talking about you’re the one who’s cute asdfghjkl

Zen / Hyun Ryu

  • Good night kiss. Good luck kiss. Goodbye kiss.
  • Basically makes each and every excuse just to give you kisses.
  • Chooses the highest seat on the theater just to make out with you
  • “But Zen, we won’t be able to properly watch the movie from up here…“
  • “You don’t need to look at anything else but me, MC.“
  • Who needs 3d and 4d when you’re always having a very interactive movie experience™?
  • But he really lives for morning kisses
  • Chuckles at the sight of you since your hair is always a disheveled mess
  • Starts with kissing the top of your head and then tucks away some loose strands so he could kiss your forehead
  • You always automatically roll away from him, exposing his favorite part to kiss : the crook of your neck
  • Lmao Zen are you a vampire
  • He goes to wrap his arms around you, burying his nose at the junction between your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent before he licks a path just below the shell of your ear
  • And then he goes back, peppering said area with small kisses
  • Doesn’t care whether you’ve brushed or not, nothing will stop him from kissing you on the lips when you turn to face him
  • “Good morning, jagi. ♥“
  • What a good morning, indeed.

Jaehee

  • Was really shy at first, so she wouldn’t kiss you much.
  • But she gradually gets used to it since you usually rain kisses on her.
  • Would give you a quick kiss when you least expect it.
  • And blush innocently.
  • Baehee what did we do to deserve you aaaaaaaa
  • Sometimes though, she would just rest her forehead against yours, and give you butterfly kisses, your eyelashes touching as you lazily kiss
  • She’d smile and laugh with you afterwards
  • There was one time when you had icing on your cheek and she was feeling adventurous
  • So she gathered her courage, and then…
  • “MC, there’s icing on your cheek.“
  • “Eh? Where?“ you ask, touching the opposite cheek
  • “No, no, not there. Here, I’ll get it for you“
  • She reaches out, and then licks the icing off of your cheek in a way that it made you shiver and feel light and tingly inside
  • There was an awkward silence right after, until she coughs and then carries on with work as if nothing happened
  • (≖ ͜ʖ≖)
  • You made it a point to smear some icing on your cheek from then on and pretend that you didn’t know you had it on

Jumin

  • Tries so hard to act cute with you sometimes, it’s almost painful to watch
  • Jumin, please stop watching cheesy dramas and copying it; we’d still love you even if Zen calls you a bore
  • Pretty shameless when he kisses you on the lips during parties, much to his father’s disdain.
  • “As much as it’s a pleasure to meet your daughter, I only have eyes for my wife.“
  • He doesn’t kiss much, but when he does, it’s always the back of your hands first.
  • And then the forehead, then the lips.
  • Or forehead, eyelids, tip of your nose.
  • When you’re being intimate with him, he’d gently gather a few locks of your hair in his hand and kiss it
  • Also loves kissing a path from your knees down to your inner thighs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Hickeys on your neck, collarbone, chest, upper arms; he likes marking what’s his.
  • Would sometimes take you out for evening walks, and then kiss you under the fireworks or when you’re alone at an observation deck on a tower or a cruise ship
  • “Wha… what was that for???“
  • “Do I really need to have a reason to kiss you, my love?“
  • It usually leads you to melt on the spot, but he’s always there to catch you ♥

707 / Saeyoung

  • Spiderman kiss? Lizard kiss? Australian kiss?  ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ)
  • Name an unusual type of kiss, and he’d convince you to try it with him.
  • Saeyoung, stop trying to hang upside down from there, it’s dangerous pls stop
  • On a serious note, he’s more likely to casually flop on your lap when you’re on the couch and ask for a kiss.
  • Or he would distract you from a card or board game with a breathtaking kiss to win. Lmao you cheat
  • Biter. Also a tease.
  • His favorite part to kiss is your tummy, then making his way down, down, down… but then he suddenly backs up to give you a deep kiss when you think that he’d kiss there
  • Also loves kissing from your back down to the swell of your butt, where he proceeds to bite.
  • “Saeyoung!“
  • “Eheheh. Sorry, I got carried away, it’s just so soft and bouncy, I couldn’t resist!“
  • There are also times when he’d take you out on a drive
  • He’d spread a blanket on a dry, grassy patch and you’d just lie side by side, holding hands while star gazing.
  • When he thinks you’re starting to doze off, he’d hover over you
  • “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me, MC,“ he says, caressing your face and then tilting your chin upwards.
  • Proceeds to place soft kisses on your lips, moving to the corner of your mouth and then your jaw.
  • And then he stops and flicks your forehead.
  • “It’s getting late, we should head back home.“
  • ( ಥ ʖ̯ ಥ) ….

Unknown / Saeran

  • Polar extremes
  • You’d have to either coax kisses out of him, or he would slam you against a flat surface and aggressively kiss the crap out of you.
  • “Saeran, you rarely kiss me. C’mon, pleeeaaase? With mint chip ice cream on top?“
  • “Fine, but you better live up to your promise“
  • Gives you a half-assed side kiss, then carries on with his task
  • “Saeran that’s not even a proper kiss“ ( ಠ ʖ̯ ಠ)
  • “Beggars can’t be choosy, MC.“
  • He might say that while sporting a bored look, but he’s really screaming inside.
  • Very embarrassed bean. Give him space. Let him scream. Give the boy his ice cream.
  • Likes giving one-lip kisses, either kissing your upper lip, or biting your lower lip and then making a swipe inside your mouth with his tongue
  • But there are also times when he’d ask nicely for a kiss on the lips.
  • “Can I kiss you, MC?“ kiss. “I want to kiss more. Can I kiss you again?“ kiss. “Another.“ kiss.
  • This usually leads to heavy makeout sessions.
  • Lets you take the last weiner, cake, nugget, etc., but then he steals it from you through a french kiss before you could even chew
  • “It’s your fault for not swallowing quickly.“

V / Jihyun Kim

  • Will randomly pull you in for kisses when he’s in a happy mood
  • His favorite is when your back is turned to him and your nape is exposed.
  • Will hug you from behind and starts with a number of soft kisses on your nape, going to your shoulder.
  • And then he’d just rest his chin on your shoulder and smile at you as he watches you work.
  • “I would take a picture, but I don’t think I’d be able to perfectly catch this moment on camera, MC.“
  • Would usually lead to you accidentally cutting or burning your fingers when he does this during meal prep
  • “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for you to get distracted! Here, let me see your hand.“
  • Unconsciously puts the burned/bleeding area to his lips, lightly sucking on it.
  • “Uhh… V, the… the first aid kit… “
  • “Hmm? Oh. Oh, right. Just stay there while I get the kit.“
  • Likes to lightly nibble on your earlobe, neck, collarbone, shoulder, and hip
  • Showering together? He would kiss your back while you’re both under the shower spray.
  • Most likely to take you skinny dipping, and then make out with you in the water
New toy II pt.2

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, sub!jungkook

also some thigh riding 

word count: 10.2k


What is a better occasion for some nasty actions than a blackout?

Originally posted by nochuie

After the incident in the pool at the house-warming party, you had the feeling that Jungkook tried to avoid you even more than before. He turned away when he saw you, went inside every single day you came from work and he played with Cloud in the garden, if Taehyung visited your sister and you, he suddenly had plans and so on. One time you called him as Tae and Mia wanted to order food, but he didn’t pick up ere his friend called and the boy seriously picked his fucking call up! It was frustrating as you thought that you overstepped your boundaries with him, even though he was pretty content as it happened throughout the party.

All of this was a week later and tonight you would stay home, although it was the weekend and your friends decided to go to the club Mia worked at. It was all thanks to your bet with your sister, she had to get Taehyung into being her toy, submissiveness at its finest and despite taking longer than you imaged Mia did send you a video the day after your party. The material contained a tied up Taehyung, sprawled naked on Mia’s bed, a blindfold wrapped around his eyes. You heard his loud moans and as Mia held the camera up she winked at you with a thumb up. She won, and so you had to spent one whole month at home, not partying with your friends.

On one hand it was part of your plan, but Jungkook didn’t try to get in touch with you at all. You had the idea to make him yours as he had to stay home most of the times because of his dog, asking him over or going to his house for some play, but as he avoided every contact it was more difficult. The moment you stepped away from him at the pool was when it turned. You snatched a drink and danced with some friends as you walked back to Jungkook who sat on one of the sun loungers a few hours later. He wasn’t alone and as you laid your hand on his shoulder, smiling innocently at him, he furrowed his brows, wriggling out of your touch.

Fine, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to start in front of everyone, but he didn’t tell to stop either. You guessed he liked the thrill of doing dirty things whereas his friends were around him, but although he moaned, begged you slightly and had an orgasm was Jungkook so different from you, signalling that he felt uncomfortable after all around you.

This night ended with him ignoring you, avoiding eye contact and only talking to his male friends. The attempts of some girls trying to hit on him fruitless, which made you grin to yourself though. But as you lay in the darkness of your room after everyone was gone, the pictures of Jungkook from before ran wild in your mind. The moment you imagined him in the pool in front of you, panting and whimpering made you wet immediately. And so you started to get yourself off, the memories from before your help for the night, and all nights after that.

“Y/n, make sure to put everything that lays in the garden inside!”, Mia called from the corridor, putting her shoes on ere she looked around the corner.

“So overdressed today? Do you have plans after your shift?”, you grinned, straightening yourself into a sitting position as you lay on the couch, phone in your hand. “Or is Tae coming?”

Mia turned red at the name and you really wondered if she developed feelings for her ‘toy’, but her flushed face and all the evenings they spent with each other implied that she seriously began to like him.

“Oh, shut up, will you?”, she seemed annoyed, but a smile crawled onto her face anyway. “Just put everything in, it will be storming tonight.”

You nodded, waving her as she turned back to leave for work before you heard her voice again.

“I sleep at Tae’s today”, and she was gone with the click of the door.

Your laugh filled the living room. She was so predictable, it was funny to watch her, men eater number one liking someone! You were happy for her, wishing that Mia would settle down a little. But before you could think about the chances your sister would have, you heard the thunder a few miles away already. It was the signal to collect the belongings outside, sheltering them before the storm would come. No wonder after weeks full of sunshine and heat it had to rain someday. And so the day came, and for once you were lucky to stay home, cosily laying on the couch with a movie playing as it began to rain heavily.

Lightning and thunder following only minutes after it started to pour down, making you flinch from the loud noises outside. Oh, you hated thunderstorms, foremost the ones which escalated so rapidly like the storm right now. As a child you went hiking with your parents and their friends, it was a nice day, full of laughter and fun, but after the sun set and you were still between the trees in the woods, it started to rain. It started softly, some drops landing on your nose ere lighting lighted up the darkness followed by a deafening sound. You were scared, seeing how you all rushed over the mud, tripping while running. Suddenly you were alone, your parents running away with their friends’ children, but leaving you behind. The thunder got worse as you hid, crouching into the mud ere you held your ears, trying to muffle the loud noises around you. It was a long time for a child alone in the dark before a hand grabbed you, your father, lifting you up as he ran towards the others again. This memories marked you and even today you feared thunderstorms, years after this incident.

Therefore you closed all windows in the house, taking a blanket to curl yourself onto the couch, the volume of the TV too loud.

And then it happened, a fucking blackout!

Whimpering you snatched your phone and hid under your blanket. Why a blackout? A thunderstorm okay, you could just turn the TV on, but thanks to the silence in the house you heard the sounds droning inside the room. You couldn’t call Mia as she worked right now and to pester your partying friends was a stupid and embarrassing idea. Therefore you had only one other option. Jeon Jungkook.

With trembling fingers – you cursed yourself for that – you scrolled through your contact list, searching for his name. It rang and rang and rang. He didn’t pick up, but you knew he was home as Tae was out to see your sister in the club and the lights shone through the curtains before the power was cut off. You tried it a few times, but it was no use, he didn’t want to pick up your phone calls.

You: Jungkook? If you’re home please don’t ignore my calls [10:13pm]

You: I’m afraid and now the power is cut off [10:13pm]

You: I know, I’m annoying right now, but please talk to me as long as the blackout lasts [10:13pm]

Even for you, you sounded desperate. Cursing you tried to muffle the sounds the way you did as a child, hands pressed onto your ears, humming and hid under you blanket. Fuck, you were such a crybaby. After two minutes you glanced on your phone. No response.

“Go and fuck yourself, Jung-”

A loud knock on the front door. Someone violently hit the door, calling your name. Jungkook. You hesitated only for a second before you jumped up, the blanket around your shoulders as you rushed to the front door, tripping over your own feet.

Jungkook was drenched, standing in the rain, his dog sheltered by his strong arms while he stood in front of you. The lightning which was shot towards earth behind the soaked boy woke you up, pulling him by the sleeve of his thin dark pullover inside your house. The blanket around your shoulders immediately wrapped around the boy’s broad one and his small, trembling dog. Maybe two minutes and he was drenched to the underwear, Cloud’s fur wet and curly.

“Oh, god you two look terrible!”, you said, rubbing the material over the boy’s wet hair as well as over the dog who wiggled his tail on his owner’s arms. “Wait a second.”

You rushed upstairs the flash light on your phone lighting your way up. With fast movements you grabbed two towels before you went downstairs again, finding Jungkook and Cloud on the same spot.

“Here”, you handed him the bigger towel to wipe the wetness at least a little. The other one in your hand you took Cloud from his arms. “Hey, Cloud. You look so soaked”, you talked to the dog who was happy to see you, licking past your fingers as you crouched down to rub the cloth around his wet fur.

Jungkook didn’t say a word, but tried to dry his clothes. In vain. You didn’t notice as you dried the dog’s trembling body, telling him how good and cute he was over and over again. This action alone let you forget the storm outside, the sounds only half as loud in your ears now as Jungkook and his fluff ball were by your side.

“It’s no use. Your clothes are too drenched already to rub them dry”, you declared, scratching your neck as you stood up again, observing Jungkook’s sad tries. “Better take a shower and I look for some old clothes from Mia’s ex-boyfriends.”

“It’s okay”, he said, narrowing his eyes to his tight shirt, clinging to his body as well as his sweatpants. You followed his view and had to gulp loudly. His member, not erect, was so prominent under the wet fabric, outlining his underwear and sweats. Not only that, but his state reminded you of the time you teased him in the pool, remembering how you got off the last days from this picture. Arousal made you press your legs together. It wasn’t the best time to get wet now, not as long as you were half afraid and he was so cold and reserved towards you.

“No and you know it. Come on, I won’t try anything again..”, you announced, the boy’s round glasses and the darkness hiding his eyes as you said that.

You heard a sigh ere he moved towards the stairs. “Give me ten minutes then. Cloud come”, he said, voice as reserved as his behaviour the last days. It hurt to see him like this even though you knew how he could be, like the evening as you met in the convenience store, the night Tae and he came over to eat your cooked food or the time in the pool. Therefore you planned to confront him after his shower.

With slow steps Jungkook and you climbed up the stairs, Cloud running behind you. Neither he nor you said a word while you looked for some sweats and a shirt in Mia’s room, the sound of the shower droning through the bathroom door.

You and Cloud cuddled in the dark corridor, waiting for Jungkook to finish the cold shower to give him the clothes you picked out for him.


Here he stood, naked, under your fucking shower. The water was ice cold, the blackout making it impossible to heat up as he leaned against the even colder tiles of the wall, contemplating his choices.

He never would have expected you to call for him, text him so desperately as you were afraid of the blackout which was a result of the storm outside. The thunderstorms were especially heavy in the summer after days of sunshine and unbearable heat. Jungkook had seen it coming as he walked with Cloud in the fields this afternoon, running back home as the first drops signalled the severe weather which made its way towards his home. Taehyung was already out as he entered his house, deciding to stay home with Cloud, the little dog afraid of the noises such storms made.

As he got your phone call he decided to ignore you further, the incident in the pool didn’t let him go. Jungkook was certain that you had interest in him. The times you made a show for him in the garden, as you so lasciviously moved your hips to some slow music while he played with his dog, your breasts bouncing up and down in your way too tight bikini top with those suggestive glances shot towards him drove him crazy that day and was fuelling his whole mind at night. Not even five minutes was he able to watch you, his growing bulge straining the outlines of his shorts and he was more than content that it was exactly what you intended. But as you asked him to help you with the wobbling ladder a few days later there were no doubts that his accusations were more than right. Who wore such a revealing skirt and nothing but a pink thong while ‘cleaning’ the gutter? He wasn’t dumb and if it would have been Taehyung you asked for help, he was confident in that, his friend would have fucked you the time he laid eyes on your display. But not Jungkook, he knew about your obvious tries and was so horny every time he saw you, but his character never let him do things Tae would have done. The first gaze was enough and his cock was as prominent as he watched you dance the days before. God, how you turned his mind upside down!

Taehyung noticed that his friend was out of his mind, blushing and so utterly quiet when he laid eyes on you, but he knew that every fucking tip of Tae’s was not how he would react. The try was awkward enough whereas Jungkook walked home with you one night. Oh, this night.. You kissed him! And after that his brain didn’t function anymore. It was too late for him to turn back now. He seriously got a liking on you, his mind always flooded with pictures of your being. Half naked, dancing, hips swinging from side to side.. and your smile! Jungkook was fucked. After the kiss he began liking you! You, who he knew looked for someone to play with and he didn’t want to be the one being toyed with. Not after developing more than friendly feelings for you by now.

Ah, he swore it to himself. But it was ruined only a few days later. The weekend of Tae’s and his house-warming party, to celebrate their new home together. He was nervous, seeing you closer in nothing but your tight bikini, laughing – melody in his ears – dancing and having fun with his friends made his cock twitch. The moment you hugged him as a greeting his dick began to grow as it was the first time he touched your bare skin, feeling your warmth and smelling your sweet perfume. Even know, thinking about the time, let his dick inflate, the cold water helping only a bit to repress his growing erection. Jungkook shouldn’t be thinking about you right now, although it was your shower he stood in. With all his might he tried to shove the thoughts about the incident inside the pool to the furthest corner of his mind. Failing.

You stood so fucking near him, hands on his chest as he jerked off in front of all his friends. And by god, it was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. If not the best by now. Thrilling feelings running through his veins, the thought about being seen was such a turn on for him, but the thing which drove him nuts was you. He could see how aroused you got, cheeks flushed and legs pressed together. Yes, it was exhilarating until it ended. You made him come, talked dirty to him with your pretty lips and he felt as if he was on cloud nine, thinking you gave him a chance to get closer to you. Hope rising high as he finished off, your hands pulling his swim shorts up. Jungkook’s mind was fogged with hope, happiness and fear at the same time as you separated from him. Your next words kinda hurting him. Disgusting. That’s what you said. And right then he knew that you wouldn’t give him a chance as a man, no, more as someone you looked down to. The icing, you telling him that you wanted to do such humiliating things to him more often! Jungkook was furious. Why did you do such things if you thought about them as dirty and disgusting? It made no sense.

This was the reason he started to ignore you. He had to make up his mind, was he ready to be toyed with by you? How deep was he into you? Or was it just your body he wanted? Attention? But attention as in relationship attention? Should he tell you his insecurities? Unfortunately he had no balls to confront you about his feelings and the pain your words caused after he had come for you.

Sighing he splashed the cold water in his face. It was time to step out, the few minutes he stayed under the prickling ice were enough for him to make the decision he prolonged for the last week.


A creak signalled you that Jungkook was ready to receive the clothes you had brought for him. His hand was already dry as he opened the door only ajar, his hand slipping through to grab the shirt and sweatpants from you. You didn’t hesitate as you gave him the clothes, Cloud squeezing his small body through the chink of the door, leaving you all alone on the dark corridor. The loud noises droning back to you as you were alone, sitting across the closed bathroom door, seemingly nervous until the dark haired boy appeared in front of you again. Hastily you stood up, arms hugging your upper body because of the nagging feeling of fear inside your mind.

“Thanks for being here”, you whispered, the thunder drowning your said words out.

“No problem”, his voice was louder than the storm, your heart racing a little at his voice full of repressed anger. Slowly, but steadily you began to regret the action in the pool. Maybe it was really too early to start things, but why hadn’t he said a word of negation then?

You started to walk towards the stairs, your legs a bit cramped at the thought of the confrontation you had planned out as he stood under the shower.

“Let us talk about..last time”, you finally announced as he sat down next to you on the couch, his view focused on Cloud ere it shot towards you at your words. Why the hell were you so nervous? Was it fear that he would deny that he had fun? Or that he saw you the way you didn’t want Jungkook to see you? Like a psychotic exhibitionist for example. He didn’t say a word, waiting for you to start whatever you wanted to say. Inhaling deeply you collected the right choice of words. “I’m sorry about last time, Jungkook. Seriously! I just thought you had fun, maybe even feeling the same way I do. Not romantically and so on, more like”, you looked for a good word, “the thrilling feeling of an adventure. But I guess you don’t see it the same way I do.”

Jungkook listened to you, eyes sliding over your face, the apologize in your orbs sincere. It was silent a moment, except for the roaring storm outside. Tensed you waited for him to respond, but he just sat there, his dark eyes unfathomable as he looked at you.

“Please, Jungkook. I really was sure you wanted it as much as I did. Just don’t leave me hanging like this”, you said, eyes locking with his.

“Y/n..”, it was nothing but a whiff. His hands reaching for his glasses to put them down on the coffee table, rubbing some remains of water out his eyes.

“Come on. Tell me if you thought about it as dirty and wrong or whatever you were feeling about it. But don’t ignore me, please”, you knew how desperate you had to sound, but it was the truths. Jungkook was a nice guy, his personality golden and if you had hurt him with your actions you wanted to make it better. “I didn’t want to offend you.”

Jungkook just stared at you, not believing you seriously thought that he was offended about what actually happened, not thinking about your choice of words afterwards. It was time to sort the things out.

“Listen”, he began to speak wherefore you straightened your back, stressed what might be his next words. “I was comfortable with what we did inside the pool. Even though it felt strange to do it in front of everyone of my friends, but it’s not what you did. But what you said after I finished for you.”

You heard pain through his angry voice. Confused you tried to reconstruct the event, the missing puzzle of the scene coming back as you went through the day again. How dumb were you? I wasn’t how you treated him whereas you two were so intimate but after it. It seemed to be exciting to make such naughty actions, but the words you told him afterwards were the problem. Never had you even thought about offending him with those faked words.

“Oh god, Jungkook, I’m sorry. Why haven’t you told me that I insulted you with my words? You seriously had to draw the line as I said it to you”, you said, hands dropping down to his thighs in an attempt of guilt. “Don’t ever ignore me again, but open your mouth if I do something you despise, got it?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed to your hands, the moment you laid them on his clothed thighs giving him goosebumps.

“Yes, it was offending and seriously did you really think it was disgusting? Because you reacted not as if you thought of it as that”, Jungkook said, his voice trailing of from being angry to hurt even more by now.

“God, no!”, you escalated. “Who would think of someone so unbelievably hot as you as gross? I said it as part of the game, but no frigging way was that serious. You have to believe me, Jungkook. I would never, not in my life, think that anything I do to you or you do is sick. It’s the opposite. You turn me on with everything you do. Even now through my fear and tension am I aroused by looking at you, thinking of you how god damn sexy you are. You won’t believe me if I said I make myself come every night picturing you in front of me like you were in the pool..”, you stopped yourself. You definitely went overboard with that confession, but you were in a hast to make it clear to the boy that you slipped your secret.

Jungkook’s chocolate dark eyes widened, the candle to lightened as you went downstairs flickering inside his pupils. You were sure to see relief and.. arousal?

“You get off while thinking about..me?”, his voice was a whisper, not believing your words and as your cheeks flushed you were content that it was more than a ‘yes’ could ever mean. “W-why?”

Perplexed your eyes shot towards his, your hands squeezing the boy’s thighs at his word. Didn’t he see what a perfectly, undoubtedly hot guy he was? You bet girl stand in queue to get a taste of his toned body and those round, innocent doe eyes.

“You are crazy”, you said, shaking your head while laughing. “Are you blind or just unaware?”

Jungkook bit down on his lower lip, his view flying over your body, shortly and fast, but you noticed anyway. “I’m too shy.”

You scoffed, clapping your hands together which made Cloud jump up. “Sorry, Cloud”, you said, sliding further to Jungkook who waited for you patiently to say something. His eyes ran wild through the room as you closed the distance. “I don’t say this to make up for my hurtful words last time”, you declared, kneeling on the couch only a few centimetres away from his tall body. The thunderstorm outside your house was loud, rain clashing against the facade, but thanks to the dark haired boy with the round glasses your mind was distracted enough to blend every other noise out of your head, except for his breathing which slowly started to rise with every centimetre you slid nearer to him.

“You are with metres of separation the hottest living guy I ever touched and saw my entire life, Jungkook. How can you not see how all girls want your attention? At the party I had to shut up over a dozen of girls who were chatting on how to get you!”, you told him and this was the dark truths. He was yours. Not a bitch had the right to get in your way and that you made clearer than glass to every girl who snickered and told someone how attractive and cute Jungkook was. Yours. The end. No discussion accepted.

Jungkook’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down at your words, the tightness not getting unnoticed as you looked down at his crotch. What had made him that turned on? Not your words right?

“I-I’m sorry”, he tried to hide his erection, but you grabbed his wrists, your gaze locking with his.

“Don't”, you whispered, your thumbs tracing over his wrists to make him relax. “Be honest, Jungkook”, you said, voice now steady and serious to underline the situation and your next words. “Do you want us to..sleep with each other?” Words too nice for what you really wanted.

His eyes got darker, the light of the candle turning his face into soft shades, orbs filling with uneasiness and lust at the same time ere he nodded.

“Say it, Jungkook”, you demanded.

“I want us to..fuck”, he responded shyly, the word ‘fuck’ only a whiff.

Your heart started to race. How could this evening turn around so much? First you nearly shit your pants, Jungkook and Cloud staying with you ere you confronted him with his strange behaviour. And now he was horny only by telling him how attractive you found him, good, maybe it was the confession that you masturbated to his appearance, but here he was, flushed cheeks, hands fidgeting and eyes running wild around your candlelight illuminated living room.

“Would you let me play with you? With your body, to be more precise”, you asked, your fingers tardily tracing up to his arms which were covered in goosebumps. His skin was burning and you hoped he would let you touch him further, but this time with some conditions. “Tell me.”

He followed your movements, mouth slightly agape. “Do you like me?”

It was a question you weren’t prepared for. Did you? Like in love, no. But you wanted him.

“I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want a relationship right now, but I want you. More than anything”, you sighed, letting the words out as gentle as you could, but the expression on his face was unreadable. Jungkook only nodded again, contemplating about your words ere he answered you to your relief.

“I want you, too”, his voice was a little reserved, but ere you could say anything he leaned forward, his warm lips pressing down on yours. Not so delicately as you thought he would kiss, more possessive as if your words switched something in his mind.

You let him have his share of dominance. He moved his lips on yours, heavily and you tasted the same sweetness as you did before on the porch, this time without eating a chocolate cake, but his lips tasted as sweet as if he had. Such taste didn’t come from the mini cake, but from Jungkook himself. And he tasted to delicious, you could get diabetes just by kissing him some more, like getting addicted to sweets. Despite his sweetness was his kiss not as tender. You let him be, he should be relaxed for what you wanted to do, so you leaned in, kissed him back ere you felt his hands cup your face to deepen the movement of his mouth on yours.

“W..wai”, you mumbled, or you tried to mumble, but he only pressed harder, your breath starting to hitch and god, you wanted him so fucking much, but you also wanted to play some more. “Wait, Jungkook.”

A frustrated gruff escaped the panting boy as he separated his face from yours, his pink mouth hanging above your own.

“You have to tell me when to stop, okay? If I say something too harsh or you feel any kind of discomfort, got it? I already told you, I love to use your body for my own pleasure, Jungkook, and I want you to obey me. It’s not that you can fuck me, but I fuck you.” You grazed his lips shortly with your own. “And you have to earn rewards from me. I won’t strip my clothes off because you want it to, but you have to do whatever I say. My conditions are clear. I give as much as you are submissive and do what I say.”

“But, can I sleep with you?”, he asked, his eyes never leaving your lips as you spoke to him.

“Earn it, Jungkook”, you said, the serious tune of your voice still present as long as he hadn’t agreed or denied what you wanted and was ready to offer him.

“I will make you senseless by the time I’m allowed to”, he said quietly, his eyes shooting up and you felt how his words turned you on.

“What will you do? Say it, Jungkookie”, it was time. He agreed. Your heartbeat was fast, now it was time to start playing for real. All fronts clear which were important to discuss, toys and so on would come later. And so did testing his limits.

“If I sleep with you, I will do it properly”, he responded shyly, but you only shook your head. Not the answer you wanted to hear.

“Another try”, you said, hands rubbing over his biceps up to his neck where your fingers tapped the nape of his neck whereas the other stroked over to his abs.

“I-I will fuck you senseless, y/n”, his words were weak, shyness spreading through the room, but his answer was enough for now.

“Can’t wait for it, Jungkookie. I bet you can do it after we trained you for that”, you smiled at him, suggestively biting your bottom lip. “How about we start our 'training’ today? And if you’re a nice boy you can ask me something in return.”

A hasty nod followed. He was eager getting started you felt it as your hands slid down onto his crotch, his cock fully erect by now. You didn’t know what else, despite his looks, made you crazy about him, but he drove your mind wild. A blur inside your head whenever you looked at his cute face with those big brown eyes.

“Strip off your clothes, Jungkookie”, you purred close to his ear, the hair on his arms standing high again. Oh, you could kill just to get a glance at fully naked Jungkook on your couch, his cock so ready for you to sit down, but your wouldn’t. Yet.

Jungkook stood up, his shirt laying on the ground the moment he straightened his back and what you saw let your jaw drop to the bottom. His back screamed 'BOYFRIEND’. Broad shoulders, toned muscles lining his back and you could see the outline of his backbone you wanted to slide down with your fingers. And so you did. With racing heart you got behind him, near his body as he faced the darkness. The candle flickered while you stepped forward to lay your hands on his broad shoulders, the boy flinching at your sudden touch.

“Relax”, you whispered, fingers softly roaming over his upper back, slowly down to his spine to the hem of his sweatpants and up again. His skin reacted directly with a huge amount of goosebumps, the boys breath stuck in his throat as long as you peppered his skin with your warm touches. As you finished the excursion you turned him around, looking up into his face which was too high for you to reach, so you pulled it down, pressing your lips on his briefly.

“You’re not finished”, you said, sitting back down to watch the 'show’ of him getting undressed. Blushed cheeks and a nervous view traced through the room, everywhere but on your face. His shyness made you grin wherefore you coughed slightly to get his attention on your face. “Look at me while you strip that pants off.”

Gulping the dark haired boy obeyed, his dark eyes which reflected the soft light of the burning candle locked with yours, the tension laying beneath his lust filled orbs. You smirked, cocking your brows up as he didn’t move and while you tilted your head and were about to speak up, his hands moved down. His thumbs glided under the hem of the sweatpants, a bit shaking while he pushed them down hastily, not a spurt of joy in his motion, sadly. You wanted him to make it lascivious, seducing you with his being, but it wasn’t the right time, not yet. Body athletic, trained to perfect proportion he stood there, eyes narrowed to the ground again, leaving yours for just a speck of a second before it shot up again. Good Boy.

“Sit down, Jungkookie”, you invited him to you, a hand tapping on the space next to your own. With heavy steps he followed, his thick length leading the way. You noticed the darker hue on his cheeks, making you bite your lower lip. He still was so innocent and unaware of what he did to your own body, because you felt the signature tightening of your core as Jungkook stood on your porch, wet to the bone, his thatch leaving drops on his now dry, naked shoulders.

You had to find a way for the attractive guy to chill and leave the tension which cramped his limbs. Therefore you leaned your side against the rest of the couch, gaze focused on Jungkook who tried to hold yours, failing as his orbs wandered up and down your body, a silent wish speaking out of his view. He wanted you to strip your clothes as well, but that wasn’t the plan for the night, but a bit of a relaxation you could give him anyway.

“What do you want from me, Jungkookie? And be precise”, your voice was a quiet whisper, tune hidden with so much meaning and promises letting the the boy inhale loudly.

Stuttering he fidgeted in his position, trying to conceal his erection as to why you slapped his hands away. You shook your head, eyes telling him to try and he wasn’t getting anything, so you held his wrists softly, not allowing him to hide or touch himself.

“Answer me!”, impatience laced your voice, making it sharper for him to notice how serious you were.

“I..”, he began, chewing on his bottom lip, the perfectly situated mole underneath showing. “I really want to see you, too, y/n..” His voice was meek, so quiet you had to listen closely to understand him.

“And I wanted you to be precise, Jungkookie. No specific request, not getting me, got it?”

Jungkook’s eyes got wider, if that’s possible, as he looked at you, his lips getting darker by the minute as he violently bit down on them, a sign how fucking nervous he really was just to tell you what he wanted. And this he would have to tell you, too ere he could put his cock inside.

“I want to see your breasts, so bad. After the time you showed more skin inside the pool, I really wanted to touch them, fondle them and make you moan with that. So please, y/n, show me y-your breasts”, he whined a little while speaking as you leaned forward massaging the soft flesh of his stomach, his abs twitching under your palm as your hand slid lower. “P-please..”

Inside you cheered, lust filling your body at the state of his voice, his reactions to such short touches worth every minute you spent with him. You definitely were horny now wherefore you started to grant his wish, sliding further away from Jungkook to tug at your shirt. Slowly, making him shift in his seat you pulled on your tight t-shirt until it let your bare breasts spring free. Nipples red and erect from your turned on state you stood up to step in front of Jungkook who watched your naked torso out of even bigger eyes, doubt and lust filling them.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n”, Jungkook’s voice was laced with awe and excitement while you did what you had planned from the beginning you laid your eyes on him the first time.

“Will you let me do anything, Jungkookie?”, you spoke softly as you leaned down, hands tracing over his thick, solid thighs up to his cock which you grabbed in your hand to squeeze it. Jungkook reacted immediately, head shot forward, doe eyes watching your motion while a small hiss escaped his lips. He felt utterly different from the time you touched him inside the water. So thick, pulsating and hot under your palm, the skin softly as you saw a vein lining from his shaft up to his tip. Your mouth watered and you had to resist the urge to get on your knees and taste him, because he looked too delicious and tempting. You bet he tasted sweet, chocolate like his personality and lips, his cum the icing with some saltiness to intensify the sweetness. Gulping you bumped him hard, pressing down with some force as to why Jungkook started to moan your name quietly, the sounds he repressed the last time.

As abruptly as you started you let him go, a disappointed sound leaving his open mouth. “How often do I have to tell you to fucking answer me? Touch yourself then”, your voice was ice cold, heat repressed even though you wanted to suck him dry right there.

“No! Y/n, I-I’m sorry”, his voice showed the desperation he felt. “Do whatever you want with me.”

“Mhm”, you faked scorn, eyebrows pulled up high. “Better respond right away, the chances decreasing my good Jungkookie.”

Jungkook whined, he hadn’t thought that you would seriously be that strict, he saw how hard your nipples were from your own arousal, so why waiting?

“Promise”, he whispered, hands getting closer to his lap as time went by. The naked boy was so ready, his cock twitching from time to time, showing you he had no control with your bare chest so near.

“Want to touch them?”, you asked watching how Jungkook’s gaze lay on your mounds, his mouth wide while the first part of his fingers reached his cock. “I bet your hands fit perfectly around them.”

A hasty nod, the dark hair jumping up and down. “So perfect, y/n. Please let me.”

You contemplated if you should let him, but shook your head a 'no’. “Better you watch as I touch them while you touch yourself, Jungkookie. It turns me on if you show me how you like to be touched. Show me what makes you go wild.”

The expression on his face told you he wasn’t so sure about that, but did it anyway. And as his first lazy stroke pulled the skin back and forth you saw how he started to enjoy his own touch. You held your promise so you knelt down between his bare legs without laying your hands on his skin although you really wanted to squeeze his solid flesh. Instead you straightened you back so he had the perfect view; you, kneeling in front of his cock, bare chest and started to stroke over them with both your hands. Jungkook liked his lips, you could see how much it turned his shy self in a hungry beast, his hand now enclosed around hi erection, movements getting faster as his other hand supported his body while he sat straight to see you fully. You on the other side switched from his lust filled eyes to his throbbing dick which was constantly bumped up and down and back. He was so eager as you began to fondle your own breasts, played with the soft skin around your hard nipples, stroked them before you started to take your red cherries between your index finger and thumbs, rolling them softly while small mewls fell from your wet lips.

“Y/n, you’re the sexiest girl I ever met”, brave Jungkook said, his eyes focused on the way you rolled your nipples between your digits. “Mewl again, p-please.”

Perplexed your gaze wandered form his crotch to his face, his eyes now laying on your lips which you pursed into a suggestive smile, showing him your teeth ere you wetted your bottom lip, knowing he followed your move. Then you pressed down on your nipples, feeling a tight pain which made you moan again, this time louder. The excited boy tuned in and let out a quiet, way darker moan and closed his eyes shut. His hand now furiously stroking his length and you were pretty content it was difficult to slow down when your 'crush’ was doing lewd noises. You felt him while your own juices dripped down your shorts, coating your panties with the glistering fluids of your libido.

“I like if you’re vocal, Jungkookie. Don’t hold back”, you commanded, voice traced with lust and you saw how he opened his orbs, diffidence the main feeling again.

“I-I’m not sure.”

“Do it, Jungkookie!”

With that the body leaned back, his hand squeezing his cock while the other slid down cupping his balls. Oh, the boy likes his balls fondled, you thought and loved the way he let his head lean against the rest, but his dark oculars still focused on your actions, biting his lower lip again. You thought that it had to be a darker hue by tomorrow. The view Jungkook presented you made your knees weak, your own arousal steadily growing until you panted only by watching him jerk his dick so close to your face. Massaging your breasts and pinching your red nipples didn’t help and you bet that if he touched you, you would explode right away wherefore you couldn’t wait to get off after he left in a few hours. The sticky panties getting pretty uncomfortable.

And then you heard it. A guttural sound filling the room, dark, hungry and so deep you flinched. Jungkook’s orbs lay on your chest, his fist squeezed so tight around his cock that his knuckles plopped up white. Slowly, careful not to spill his cum he stroked over his twitching dick, pre cum flooding out his tip – you really wanted to lick it away, but had no chance – and used as lubrication. Slick sounds mixed with his feral moans began to drone to your ears. That’s what got you going, finally. It was erotic music, a melody so lewd and arousing that you felt your libido flowing down your clenched pussy over your legs. Jungkook’s howls were the sound you had dreamt of, wishing every man had such a melodious voice, but only the dark haired boy was able to make your sober mind drunk with what fell from his red, swollen lips.

“Fuck”, a whiff of a word reached you. “I’m so close-ah.”

“Slow down then”, it was a command, weak as you were not able to tell him such a demand stricter, you were too aroused.

He did as you said, the slow circling around his shaft getting even tardier until slow motion lead his pace. Good boy. Jungkook listened so well if he was turned on and waited for your next command, breath stuck as you stood up from your position, fingers falling to your sides.

“Spread your legs further, Jungkookie.” Your previous plan should be the next step.

Lasciviously you swung your hips while you stepped closer until you stood between his spread wide thighs, your warm hands sliding up and down his thick legs, the skin so soft but solid under your touch. He tensed his muscles as the typical goosebumps formed on the surface of his skin from your skin on his. “If you moan always like this you will get so many rewards, Jungkookie. Your voice is worth everything.”

Jungkook nodded, confused what you planned next, his fingers tugging at his own balls, rolling them softly in his hands as he watched you, your chest even closer to his face that he had to swallow hard. Even harder though was his cock you almost touched, it looked to fucking good that yours eyes were drawn to his crotch. But that’s not what you had in mind. Therefore you resisted the urge to help him come and positioned yourself over his right thigh, your fingers now touching his hips as you sat down, never leaving his face. It said too much, represented his mind fully; lust, excitement, confusion and his signature shyness deep inside his brown oculars.

“Ever had a girl which was aroused by looking at your thighs?”, you asked him teasingly, pinging his sides playful ere you stood up again, getting rid of those annoying shorts which felt wrong for your next actions. “I guarantee that every female human on this planet is jealous about what I will do now, Jungkookie.”

“W-what?”, was all he said, too distracted by your newly exposed skin. The panties revealed not as much as a thong, but shaped your ass rounder and showed enough from your soft flesh that Jungkook had to lick his lips to wet the dryness. The dark thatch narrowed he tried to get as much in his view as possible, the urge to touch you, stroke over your skin was too much he had to lean back again, the hand on his cock not moving, afraid he might spurt out his seeds on his stomach immediately.

“You heard me, Jungkookie. Your thighs cloud my mind”, you said aloud again waking him from his heavy breathing trance. His bare, toned chest which was slightly tanned rose high and fast with every breath he took. The boy’s cock throbbing, pre cum pooling white on his tip as well as sweat flowing in small, salty droplets over his chest. Your fingers traced them, feeling the heat radiating from his skin under your fingertips. Oh, he was close and your were content that your future actions would make him come faster than he liked.

You positioned yourself on his thigh again, knee near his crotch while your hands lay flat on his muscular chest. Licking your lips you leaned into him to get better access with your own clothed folds on his thighs. Your bundle of nerves was tensed as you started to rub yourself on his leg, Jungkook’s eyes shot wide with disbelief.

“Y-y/n..”, it was one of his darker moans, goosebumps forming on your skin this time. “You drive me insane.. I come right away if you start to move..” He whined, his cock twitching with every word as he looked at your body on his, hips pressing down his muscles to feel friction on your clit. It made you mewl to which Jungkook growled again.

“Then stop touching yourself if you’re afraid to come. I don’t like to say this, but you won’t last a minute in my tight pussy if you struggle even now.” Wrong. But you wanted to tease him, challenge him with your sharp words and it worked. The boy glanced at you perplexed, turning into determination that you were utterly wrong in your accusation.

“Try me”, he mumbled, a form of courage you didn’t now he had in him. You smirked, you would challenge him, maybe it was the first step now, but he would beg if you finished all sorts of things you imagined to do with him.

Then you began. Holding onto his chest and shoulder you started to roll your hips down his thigh, feeling the much needed touch on your clit which was burning from the lack of attention even though you were so turned on that you had the feeling you would come if you seriously started to move onto him. But that wasn’t part of the idea. The thing you wanted to achieve with thigh riding was that Jungkook got more confidence, saw you the way you saw him and maybe even came without further touches which was the ultimate turn on of you.

“You feel so solid under me, Jungkookie. Your thighs are perfect to ride them!”, you cheered him on, eyes staring down onto his erection as you jumped up and down his leg, breasts dangerously close to his pleasure contoured face, his cheeks flushed, sweat running down his face, his dark hair clinging onto his skin. Blissfulness was the main feeling you made out of his dark eyes, lips agape again as he watched you, his orbs following your motions in awe.

“I can’t hold back any longer, y/n”, Jungkook whimpered, the sentence stretched out into a moan. “You’re too damn hot – fuck – for me..”

A grin turned the edges of your lips upwards, the tightening lust in your core starting to loosen and you had to be careful not to spill the peas right away. Your hips pressed down his thigh, clit twitching as it was ready to release you out of your libido built cage. But your mind wasn’t. First Jungkook, maybe some other time you.

“Am I turning you on that much with a little action? Is touching you like this too much?”, your voice mocked him, grin vanished as you cocked your eyebrows up, movements stopping – it looked part of your attitude, but honestly you had to stop or your stimulation got the upper hand.

“You’re torturing me, y/n..”, he whined again, weakly this time. Jungkook looked ashamed, his eyes laying on his crotch. “One stroke and I spill my cum.”

Your mouth watered at the thought, it was tempting to reach down and see if he told the truth, but instead you grabbed his hands which tugged at his balls ere you started to circle on his thigh again. Your juices flowed over onto his skin moments ago, but now you were spreading them all over his tones leg, the boy’s breath stuck as he heard what you were doing. Jungkook couldn’t hold back anymore. You were too much for him and so you moaned, breasts bouncing heavier, a show extra for the dark haired boy who wanted to come so bad.

“You won’t come until I say so, got it? My saying, Jungkookie”, you reminded him, tilting your head as a new mewl fell from your open lips to which Jungkook’s cock throbbed even more. It had to hurt wherefore he touched his balls a few minutes ago. “Or you have to beg.”

With that you pressed down again, clit on fire, but you had training in holding back. It wasn’t the right time, not today. Therefore you let his wrists go, gripping down onto the spot in front of you, centimetres away from his crotch next to your fingers. Your hips dug deeper, and with every new roll the boy’s eyes closed shut. Stretched moans ringing in your ears you smiled, he was such a good boy for you and the perfect new company, but too proud to beg you what you would change if you played with him some more.

A sentence and he was freed from the pressure of his tightening balls. You leaned down, licking a stripe from his neck to his ear the saltiness of his sweat on your tongue while biting softly on his earlobe. “Come for me, Jungkookie. Show me how much you got. I want to hear you again”, you purred quietly before you sat straight again, circling your hips for some nice friction, not as violently as before but enough for a bit pleasure.

“F-fuck”, Jungkook moaned again, voice deep as his hand reached down to his pulsating cock, the tip slightly swollen and red, same nuance as his lips which he had violated to obviously from his lust. “Y-y/n..ah..”

Feral his body twitched, muscles starting to tense, making you cry out as your bundle of nerves was pressed hard, shaking you. Jungkook’s abs flexed, his hand stroking mercilessly over his dick, the pre cum lubricant again ere you heard a loud sound coming out his chest and white spurts landed high on his torso. The first streak over his abs up to his nipple, the next two smaller, landing onto his stomach while a few droplets flowed down his fingers. The knuckles turned outwards, white as he squeeze the last remaining drops out his cock, his breath uneven, hitched with every rising of his bare, toned chest. Flexing muscles were too much wherefore you stood up, panting like hell.

“Eager and willing, just as I like my boys”, you smirked down on the panting mess under you, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks pink from exhaustion and release drawing lines down his tanned upper body. You were more than ready to jump on his still erect cock, making this event pleasurable for you, too. But it wasn’t that easy for you, so your body dropped down next to the heavy breathing guy who just had one of his best orgasms, you were pretty sure the best.

“Fuck, I’m beat”, he growled, arms hanging to his sides, no strength left in his tired bones. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he evened out his panting decreasing the heavy rising of his chest to a normal state after minutes went by. Neither he nor you said a word, enjoying the silence.

Silence! The storm seemed to be over, soft rain pattering outside the house and on the roof, a calming sound after the huge thunderstorm raging just an hour ago. You hadn’t even noticed that the riot was over as you and Jungkook did some naughty actions inside, by candle light, not that romantic though. Your face turned upwards seeing that Jungkook’s dark orbs lay on you, not on your almost naked body, but on your face, a small, unfathomable smile on his swollen, dark lips.

“Thanks for the company, Jungkook”, you said, voice just a whiff, the own exhaustion leaking out of your voice. “I didn’t expect you to stand on my porch to be honest.”

Jungkook’s smile deepened to his signature bunny one, his teeth pearly even in the flickering light of the nearly burned down candle. Why did your heartbeat increase? You shook your head slightly, narrowing your own eyes to your lower body. He was irresistible, his smile killing your confidence around him.

“No problem. I’m glad that we made up, y/n”, his voice was a deep whisper which caused the hair on your neck to get up. Okay, it should be enough for now, your mind a blur.

“Me, too”, you also whispered, head slowly rising again to meet his gaze.

If it weren’t Jungkook you would’ve thrown yourself on him. His brown eyes, so dark reflected the soft light, mouth agape, bottom lip so plump from chewing on it, his face looking as if he just had the best sex in his whole life while the white release glistered in the flickering flames. A knot formed inside your throat, taking your breath away as you focused on the boy next to you. His toned, perfectly shaped body the capstone which turned your head into a wild mess.

You cleared your throat while standing up to get something Jungkook could wipe off the cum with. “I get you something”, was all you said, rushing through the darkness of the corridor. Violently you tried to kick the upcoming thoughts out of your head. Toy, nothing more!

A cloth in your hand you walked back to your dark haired neighbour and new toy who sat in front of the couch, his dog cuddled at his feet. Fuck. You had totally forgotten the small, white dog! Ashamed you ran your free hand through your hair. Pets shouldn’t witness the intimate moments of their owners! Never!

“Here”, you handed him the cloth. “Is Cloud okay? I mean, we didn’t give him any attention though..”

“He’s fine, laid behind the couch the whole time”, Jungkook wiped off the remaining, dried up cum. It was so sexy how he collected his own pleasure, abs flexing under the cold wetness. You bit down your lower lip again, unlike Jungkook you were totally turned on even now.

Relieved you stepped closer, crouching down to stroke over the small fluffy ball at his owner’s feet. As always he felt silky under your fingers and you smiled happily. Then you snatched your t-shirt, pulled it over your head and so did you with the shorts. Jungkook copied you and in a few seconds you both sat on the couch again.

“Everything’s fine now? I mean, after last time you were such an asshole. Ignoring me and so on”, you giggled, nudging his arm. Too much, y/n, you reprimanded yourself.

“All good. I tell you if something’s up”, he assured you, arms crossed over his clothed chest ere he looked out the door of the terrace. “Seems like the other houses are already with power again”, he said wondering why yours didn’t work. “Let me check the junction box for a second.”

As he left you curled up, pulling the blanket over your body, tiredness making its way inside your bones. You closed your eyes and behind them darkness turned into light. Perplexed you opened them again to see Jungkook coming back up into the living room, a proud grin spread on his lips.

“Tell me that I’m the best”, he moved his long legs to you, lifting up Cloud and standing there ready to leave. “Guess as the power’s back I can leave you alone again”, his voice showed signs of disappointment while he scratched his neck.

“You know that Mia stays over at yours, right?”, you asked him, not wanting him to leave yet. “She has plans with Taehyung.” With wiggling eyebrows you made clear what you meant with 'plans’.

“For real? Not again!”, he was annoyed just thinking about them starting their bizarre games who can scream louder, forgetting that there was another person living in that house.

“Then stay over”, you shrugged your shoulders, enough space was given and blankets you had plenty. “Could watch some TV if you want. Also do I want to cuddle with Cloud.”


Jungkook was lost in his thoughts. Here he sat, on your couch, wrapped in one of the blankets you had handed him before you snuggled up to Cloud next to his tall body. You decided to watch some late night TV shows and after an hour he hadn’t heard any sound from you anymore. Jungkook realized you were deep asleep, the white dog cuddling up to you.

It all happened too fast tonight. He had no chance to confront you, but your answer was glass clear.

I don’t want a relationship right now, but I want you

Now it was his choice. Was sex – it wasn’t even sex as in feeling you – enough? Or was there more behind your stone wall you built around yourself? Of course, he had an explosion of an orgasm, but what got him going weren’t the words you said, but you.

A small sound fell from your lips and Jungkook had to repress a chuckle.

Ah, fuck it!, he thought, you were worth it. If it was just playing with him, okay. If it turned out having the best highs he had ever had, even better. Then so it should be. He braced himself for your new ideas or crazy plans and as his heart beat faster he was content that his secret would never be allowed to see the surface. It would ruin the time you spent together.

That Night

I had just come out the shower and was now chilling in my boxers. There I was laying in my bed watching the Justice League DVD on a Saturday night while my room mate was out having fun at the club on this rainy night. In my opinion, this was a better way to spend my night instead of going out in the rain to get sick. I am Derek, a slender light skinned black male with brown eyes. I’m not much of a party enthusiast as most in my age category of 18 are but I am human and my dick was starting to make me aware of that fact as it ascended from slumber. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a virgin. I lowered the TV volume and just as I was about to give it some attention, there was a text notification sound on my phone .

Me (Derek Towers)

My friend AJ hit me up on whatsapp. Now AJ was an attractive guy with an amazing ass and what I had to guess was a pretty good size dick. I could only imagine as I saw the outline once while we were on the beach. AJ was an easygoing fellow about a year older than myself. We met at my job at the hotel where I was a waiter and he was a lifeguard. He was cool and we got along great but he was ridiculously homophobic and there was no way I was going to let him know that I played for both teams.

After our conversation, I still had my little problem. I opened the tumblr app on my phone and scrolled down looking at sexy guys for hours, occasionally watching some porn video. Eventually, I saw a new story by my favorite author @morrisondauthor​ entitled  “Freak by Night 7: Freaky Sneaky.” His stories are always so sexy that I find myself ejaculating before I get to the end. I get so upset when he takes a while to post his stories because they give me life and take me to a world I could never imagine. For some reason, the context usually gets me hornier than the images he uses. I got to the good part and it made me so close to my climax when my phone notification alarmed me. If you haven’t guessed, it was AJ letting me know he got home safely. He went on to tell me about his night and how he had four rounds of sex with his date in her car and she came all 4 times. I was so jealous, I was trying to come once to satisfy myself and he interrupted me boasting about his extravagant time. Now all I had in my mind were images of his sexy ass f***ing her sexy ass in the car and my vivid imagination made me ten times hornier. I had to get my nut so I told him the truth.

Me: You got your nut now I’m going to work on mine

Him: With Pamela? 😂😂😂 Night. Don’t forget the jergens.

I didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead I went to the living room and sat in the couch with nothing on but my boxer briefs. My dick stuck fully erect through the hole in my boxers and I jacked away once again replaying Morrison’s story in my head imagining it was me coming down the stairs to a sexy surprise. The sound of the thunderstorm outside with sprinkles of rain violently pelleting the window fueled my hormones and I could feel my balls ready to release the seed from their constraints. Suddenly there was a loud crash at my doorstep synonymous with a lightning bolt outside which ignited fear into my heart and caused me to forget that I was horny. Cautiously I approached the door and peered through the peep hole to notice nobody standing in the hallway. Still my curiosity wouldn’t let me rest so I opened the door ready to put my self defense skills to the test if I needed it. Imagine my disappointment when I viewed my roommate, Kevin wet from head to toe lying at our doorstep in the fetal position. He appeared to be highly intoxicated and since he doesn’t have a car, I can only assume that a Good Samaritan literally dropped him at the door. As the epinephrine wore off, I started to realize that I was once again disturbed from achieving my natural high.

Even though I was upset, I couldn’t leave him there like that so I dragged him inside. Like AJ, Kevin was straight, usually requesting that I keep the “gay shit” to myself. Yes, he knew about me. I’ve known him since we were kids because we were neighbors and grew up living in each other’s homes. When I found out that I had a taste for both girls and boys, I was around 13 and Kevin was the only person I told at the time. His reaction to the news could have been better. He called me a faggot and stormed out of my house. We didn’t speak for weeks afterward. Eventually he came to me randomly one day and apologized. I couldn’t forgive him and asked him to leave letting him know just how much he hurt me. He didn’t give up though and proved himself from that day forth that he wanted to be my best friend again. He fought off bullies, walked with me home from school and acted like the friend he was before I told him. I forgave him after a while and we were boys again. He constantly tries to get me to go out and drink with him but like I said before, I really don’t have a taste for it. We got this apartment when we moved to Florida for college and we get along well despite his occasional battles with alcoholism. Even so, it’s never been this bad.Kevin loved the gym and he worked out every weekday evening at 5 and went jogging every morning at 6. He took his physical health very seriously which is why I never understood why he drank alcohol. He also managed to maintain above average grades for his track and field scholarship at UCF.

Kevin Dill

I lifted Kevin off the floor and even though he was rather heavy, got him to the bathtub and removed the wet clothes from his barely responsive body. I haven’t seen him naked since we took baths together as kids but when I saw his naked body I had to step back and admire the marvelous muscular masterpiece. My eyes wandered to his dick which wasn’t even hard yet his uncircumcised attachment was 7 inches long and fatter towards the base. I finally snapped back into reality left to get a glass of warm water and an empty bucket in case he vomited. I ran some warm water in the bathtub and thoroughly bathed him. I couldn’t believe I was cleaning a grown man, but I didn’t want him to go into hypothermia. Not only was he drunk, but he was also wet from the cold rain. He started to gain a reasonable level of consciousness.

“Derek? What are you doing?”

“You’re drunk and cold just relax and drink this.”

I gave him an aspirin and the glass of warm water and watched him take it.

“I’m naked”

“I know”

“Why?”

“You were wet and unconscious”

“You couldn’t let me sleep it off?”

“I’m sorry would you rather get a cold or die from dehydration and hypothermia?”

He sucked his teeth, “you didn’t have to remove my boxers.”

“Hey if it’s wet it comes off.”

“Get out,” he said covering his private area.

“Nope, you could pass out at any minute. Look, I already lifted your heavy ass in here, removed your clothes by myself then took my bare hands and wiped your dirty ass. In fact it was my hands that peeled back your foreskin and cleaned your penis. It’s a little too late for modesty.”

He was speechless so I said, “What’s that on the floor? Pick it up you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Your bottom lip, now get out the tub and come dry off”

“Ha Ha…very funny,” he sarcastically mumbled as he stumbled out the bathtub.

I was right there to catch him with a towel and prevent him from falling. I began to dry his body when he smartly remarked, “I can do it myself you know”

I removed my body support and he dropped to the ground barely breaking his fall with his forearms.

“I thought you had it.”

“Help me up”

“Help me up what?”

“Help me up please”

“Help me up please what?”

“D’, I’m not saying that”

“Ok,” I began to leave the room.

“Fine, Please help me up Supreme Overlord Towers”

“No problem.” I helped him up and noticed he had an erection.

“Friend of yours?” I teased.

“Shut up!”

I assisted him to his bedside and helped him slide on his boxers.

“I feel so embarrassed,” he admitted

“Why? It’s just us here, chill.”

“This is not fair. You’ve seen me naked now and I even got hard,” he slapped his face in embarrassment.

“We used to bathe together all the time, washing each other’s backs and laughing at each other’s nakedness. What’s the big deal?”

He couldn’t make eye contact and stayed quiet so after sucking my teeth, I slid off my boxers, threw them to the side and danced around in a circle wagging my dick from left to right.

“Woah!” He exclaimed.

“Now I don’t have on anything. Are you happy now?”

He laughed hysterically, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Go to bed.” I helped him lay down and covered him with a warm blanket.

I turned around to leave but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“Again? I never left you.”

He burst into tears, “yes you did. When I called you by that word and you got upset with me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted to lose my best friend. Those were the hardest months of my life, I never even cried over a girl like that.”

Confused, all I could say was, “This must be the alcohol talking.” I turned to leave again.

“Please!” He shouted.

“Okay, okay, just don’t yell like that again. The neighbors are sleeping.”

“Sleep here tonight.”

“If that would make you feel better, fine, but don’t vomit on me please.” I went to the corner to get my boxers.

“You don’t need those.”

Once again, confused but internally contented. I happily obliged, turned off the light went on the other side of his queen sized bed, pulling the covers over my exposed body.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

The sound of rain pattering on the window echoed in the room and I was falling asleep. Unexpectedly, I felt a warm gentle touch on my dick that slammed the emergency brake of the train to dreamland. My dick was being massaged by none other than my best friend. I silently protested in my head not wanting to disturb the amazing sensation I was feeling which caused me to leak pre-ejaculation fluid. My brain finally gained control and I managed to stop him.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shh. Just let it happen.”

“Now you sound like a rapist. This has to be the alcohol affecting you. You are not in your right frame of mind.” I got up and as I was standing up to leave, he pulled my hand and I landed supine right on the side of him. He lay against me leaning on his side I could see the shadow of his head in front of me and I could feel he was staring at me. Lightning flashed and I saw the look in his eyes that paralyzed me for that moment. I felt the heat radiating from his head increasing in intensity as he slowly approached my face. I felt like Chris from Get Out in the hypnosis scene, helplessly watching this happen through the windows of my eyes. When the eternity passed and he connected with my lips, the curtains closed but I could sense the brightest flashes of lightning outside. I regained control and participated in the best kiss of my life. Opening our eyes and pulling apart met us with nature’s fireworks applauding our performance.

“Wow,” we chorused.

He grabbed my body and brought me into a passionate make out session, rubbing his well toned body against mine allowing me to once again feel it’s shape, this time against my own. He went down to the left side of my neck and started sucking on it while rubbing his hands all over my back down to my bare ass. I hate hickeys but the euphoria was too intense to stop. I felt electricity flowing through my body as he continued. He kissed his way down to my left nipple and I expressed a soft moan. It felt like there was a string directly attached to the pleasure nerves in my dickhead. He continued kissing down my abs until he got to my pubic hairs and he got up. My eyes opened reacting to the sudden pause. We breathed deeply and synchronized.

“I never did anything with a dude before,” he admitted

“I’m still a virgin,” I countered.

“I know.”

I felt my face blush with embarrassment only to be aroused with pleasure at the immediate moist warm sensation that came from the head of my dick. Did he really just put my dick in his mouth? I looked down and he continued down the nine and a half inch solid shaft managing to get half of it in his mouth. That was the most mind blowing feeling in my life.

“You sure you never did this before?”

He chuckled and continued up and down repetitively sending me to a new level of heaven. He paused again and I couldn’t handle any more suspense. I reversed our positions and did exactly as he did to me in the same sequence. I thought my reaction was intense but as I sucked his neck his hands went all over my body and their favorite place was my ass. I worked my way to his nipples and he let out the sexiest deep moan that I couldn’t compare to all my years of watching porn. It send jolts through my body causing me to be extra turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what that dick tasted like. I skipped his abs and went straight to his pubic hairs which like mine were short lavishing in the musk they produced. I licked his dick from the base along the underside to the tip where I licked around the head tasting the pheromones produced. I experimented sticking my tongue in the entrance and he jumped.

“That was intense!” he smiled

I continued taking his head in my throat and he rewarded me with another deep moan. I continued my assault down the shaft attempting to go as far as I could. I made it as far as about 3 inches when ii felt my teeth hit his skin and I pulled back thinking about how much that hurt.

“Easy with the teeth baby”

Baby? If I wasn’t black I’m sure my face would be an apple right now. I tried again, this time opening my mouth as wide as I could and I made it down 5 inches of his eleven before I started to choke and retreat for air. He moaned again and that made me determined to get to the base. I went for it again this time holding my breath and swallowing as I went down fighting hard to resist the urge to cough. I think I made it as far as 9 inches that time but it was as far as I could possibly go. He let out another deep moan lasting longer than any of the predecessors.

“Damn baby no girl ever committed to going that far down.”

I was happy to satisfy him but after that I went up and down taking in only what I could manage, slobbering all over that sexy tool of his. After a few minutes, he pulled my head up and lead me in another intense kiss.

“I want to make love to you baby.” He stared intimately at me.

“How?”

“I want to fuck you.”

“You gotta let me fuck you too”

“No way I’m letting you anywhere near my ass with that thing.” He protested

“And I’m supposed to let you in mine?”

“Yeah but I love you and I want to prove it to you by taking your virginity.”

“I love you too and you can prove your love by letting me fuck you and take your virginity as well”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Your ass is.”

“You always did have a smart mouth. It’s one of your most attractive qualities.”

“Well, the ball is in your court”

“Ugh….Okay, just go easy on me please.”

“I could say the same.”

“Okay turn over.”

“Umm no. We need to do a couple things to prepare first”

“We? Things like what?”

“Yes we! Come on, I’ll show you”

I went in my bedroom and grabbed my fleet. It’s a good thing I got two new bottles just in case a miracle happened. Didn’t think I’d get to use them so soon. I researched online how to prepare a long time ago and even practiced a couple of times. I taught Kevin what to do and after a while we were ready. We returned to his bedroom and turned his desk lamp on dimly. The patter of the rain was the only sound for a brief moment.

“That felt wierd,” he complained.

“Well there’s one more step we have to take,” I handed him the tube of lube.

“Hold on no need to rush just yet, I want to taste that ass first,” He kissed me intently then moved both of my legs up and attacking my asshole like it was his last meal. I don’t know which was better, that blowjob or the other level he was sending me to while he ate me. I felt his tongue go places that I didn’t know anything could. All of a sudden, I had this epileptic episode I couldn’t control. I was so weak after he finally finished with me. He grabbed the lube and inserted a finger inside my hole to open me up. He worked his second finger in there. and was about to enter.

“You better go up to 4 fingers, that thing is huge”

The third finger hurt like pins and needles. and the fourth was even worse. I really thought I was bleeding. He waited until I was comfortable, somehow managing to remain hard during the entire exercise. I guess he was as horny as I was. He entered me in the missionary position and I felt a sudden sharp pain as he passed my sphincter that sent kilojoules of electricity through my body. I cried and wanted to stop but he held me down and comforted me,

“Relax baby, just relax.”

I took slow deep breaths until the pain eased and he did not move. He waited until I was comfortable before he continued penetrating me at a steady pace. He didn’t go all the way in but he started a slow rhythm with about three inches of his massive meat. He only went further when I was in agreement. I stopped the rhythm and pushed him on his back without severing our connection. Gently I lowered myself onto his rod taking inch by inch until to my surprise, I fit the whole thing in there. I was so proud I almost didn’t notice the euphoric look on Kevin’s face.

“Damn baby, you sexy as f***,” he complimented.

I began a steady rhythm on him and I could feel him hitting my spot every time. Our session went on for a while. We went in every position we could imagine possible until he had me on my belly leaning against the edge of the bed drilling me.

“Hold on baby, you’re going to make me come,” I warned.

“That’s the plan baby,” he smirked.

I realized what he was trying to do and used every will power I had to stop myself from coming and resist him, ending that part of our session.

“You think you’re slick. I’m f***ing your ass tonight.” I retaliated.

He had a look of disappointment on his face but he lie back, removed his condom and succumbed to my wishes. He lie on his back rolling his eyes and pulled his leg up to reveal the prettiest pink spot I’ve ever seen in my life (only one I saw in person but it didn’t compare to anything in porn). I had to treat something so precious with the utmost care. I gently licked it for a few minutes before I let my tongue explore every delicious crevice of his ass it could reach. I imagine his ass would taste like ass but his was surprisingly sweet. I stuck my tongue inside and was shocked when I heard a deep moan escape his lips. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued until I tasted something extra sweet and when I looked at it, it was a white fluid. I think he came from his ass. Damn I made him cream from eating him. I couldn’t believe it. His ass was moister than my tongue and I tasted as much as I could before grabbing the bottle of lube. I didn’t think I’d need it but I did not want to hurt him nor did I want him to chicken out. I inserted 2 of my fingers and they went in without a struggle. I had to fight with the third and fourth because his ass had a constant death grip on them. I positioned myself for entry and took it slow with him, exercising as much care as he did me. Like myself, he seemed to experience discomfort with the infiltration of the head. So I repeated the process and let him get used to it. After a while, he told me to go ahead. I started a slow rhythm  and carefully eased inch by inch into him until i was working 5 inches inside him. Without warning, he reversed the situation and put himself on top like I did. He started riding me. I was speechless but it felt so good when he slammed all the way down onto my dick taking all of it. He looked so sexy, I watched as his pecks vibrated and his ass jiggled moving up and down on me. He was so sexy I wanted to cry at the beauty I was beholding. His mouth was wide open and his eyes closed with his head tilted back moaning. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Once again we had another session with multiple positions until I was backshotting him. He creamed on my dick again throughout the experience. It felt so good, I knew I would climax soon.  He tried to run but I managed to pull him back every time. He said it was too intense and he couldn’t take much more, begging me to cum.

“What’s my name?”

“Derek”

“Wrong!” I violently pounded him.

“What’s my name?”

“I don’t know.” He cried.

“Yea you do,” I pounded harder, “what’s my name?”

“Supreme (moan) Overlord (moan) Towers,” he cried out in pleasure. With those words, 2 weeks of tension building erupted into the condom flooding it with life fluid. I came for a minute straight. I didn’t even know that was possible. The condom had the most cum I’ve ever seen in my life inside and I have know idea how all that fit in there. I looked down to see that Kevin came too. His sheets were soaked in his liquid release. There was so much I was sure he produced more than I did. We struggled to catch our breaths for bout five minutes. It was still raining and we took a shower together and had another make out session. We dried off and went to my room in our birthday suits. He spooned me and we had a long intense discussion even though it was now 3 in the morning.

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid.”

“Of what? I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t know. I panicked that day you told me and the reason I freaked out is because I didn’t know how to react. I developed feelings for you and didn’t know how to express myself.”

“All these years and you wait until now to tell me. So what now?”

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© I. Black 2017

I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”


hannahtheladybug  asked:

Hi! I love your blog soooooooo much! I was wondering if you know any good fluffy slow burns? Thanks!

WOW! Thanks for all these requests! I looove slow burn fics, they give me life! Let me know if you think I missed some!

Originally posted by shiruba-tsuki


Slow Burn


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 197k
A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be. Oh, man, do these boys not communicate their feelings! Seriously one of the best fics I have ever read in ANY fandom. Love this fic so much.

starstruck by shizuoh, Teen, 58k
(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.) SO good!

What Fades On The Ice by KasumiChou, Gen, 54k
Yuuri Katsuki was a living legend in the skating world. A living legend that depended on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety tablets to survive. Viktor Nikiforov was a young ‘up-and-coming’ skater who was determined to convince his idol to coach him after an extremely bad result at his last competition.How will Yuuri survive the hurricane that is Viktor Nikiforov? Very angsty!

Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin), Mature, 118k (WIP)
At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star – and Yuuri’s idol – Viktor Nikiforov. AMAZING!

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV, Explicit, 138k (WIP)
Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help. A/B/O rec’d to me by my followers!

Tantalus, Reaching by chellethewriter, Teen, 
A retelling of the series that chronicles how a five-time Grand Prix champion might attempt to woo a somewhat oblivious Japanese figure skater.

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 51k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. LOVE!

rekindling by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.1k
Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red. Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. “What are you doing here?” He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry. Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question. I love this so much??? Amazing fic!

not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 49k (WIP)
In which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret. WOW!

matched by bigspoonnoya, Explicit, 52k
Viktor Nikiforov considers himself an excellent matchmaker, but there’s one love life he can’t seem to get right: his own. AMAZIN

and I feel life (for the very first time) by smudgesofink, Teen, 10k
In which Victor helps Yuuri with his skating, but Yuuri helps Victor find himself again.

cover story by fan_nerd, Explicit, 8.2k
Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?” Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.” It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back. Such a good one shot!

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds, Mature, 51k (WIP)
“As Love gently wipes away the tears that trail down his cheeks something within Victor quakes, its tremors resonating throughout his entire being like a deafening echo. He is in the arms of a god.” BIG THUMBS UP!

offer me) that Deathless Death by melonbug, Teen, 19k (WIP) **Major character death
It was the curse he and his family were fated to: Death would come for him the moment he turned eighteen, and he could only hope the flimsy wards passed down through the generations would protect him. But Death always won eventually, Death would snatch him up as he had all of his ancestors.But somehow he wasn’t what Yuuri had expected. He was a constant presence in his life, barely there. A vigilant spectator to his burgeoning skating career, a gray haired man with a soft expression who found him again and again, waiting for him to let his guard down, but becoming something more, over time.

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway Explicit, 186k
New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve. And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are. LOVE this fic!

Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 113k
Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending. So angsty omgomg

Everything on Fire by SakanatoAi, Teen, 28k (WIP)
In an alternate universe where the physical closeness between two soulmates is measured by body temperature, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov have spent their entire lives chasing after fleeting moments of warmth. As they grow older, their actions begin to draw them towards each other in a blind search for their anonymous soulmate, and the eventual release from the relentless cold which will be granted by their union.

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 119k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. Such a great fic!

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 63k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. VERY cute!

November’s Secret by LanaBerry, Mature, 23k (WIP)
Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it’s you, then it’s less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.But it works a little too well.Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he’s been loosely basing his new persona on for years. Ahh I love this!

how the mighty fall (in love) by braveten, Teen, 28k
Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common.
1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance.
2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations.
3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.” Lots of mutual pining!

Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare by exile_wrath, Teen, 34k (WIP)
The tale of Yuuri Katsuki, who never ages and never dies and has lived frozen in time for centuries, and his attempts to keep his adopted son from killing the new guest. Such an amazing immortal AU!

pas de deux by intertwingular, Gen, 24k (WIP)
in which yuuri, premier dansuer and four time usa international ballet competition gold medalist, ends up teaching yurio ballet, and viktor is just the slightest bit smitten. Very sweet!

fire on ice by indianchai, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Everyone in the world had some sort of affinity with one of the four elements; the proper term was elemental affinity– whether they were best suited with fire, water, earth, or air.All figure skaters were water users. Never in the history of the sport was there professional ice skater that didn’t have water as their elemental affinity. Katsuki Yuri had a well-guarded secret that he can’t have anyone find out about.

Wrong

Originally posted by lumos025

Summary: Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung bullied you in high school and by some sick joke the universe was playing on you, 2 years later Jungkook was attending the same University as you. Even sicker joke was being stuck with him doing a project on ‘Sex in Cinema’ for a whole semester. Go figure.

Words: 8083

Warnings: Smut, a lot of dirty talk holy shit (I can’t help it), oral, masturbation, overstimulation.

2 years earlier:

You walked down the road, almost around midnight, trying to get home as fast as possible the chilly rainy weather. Not to mention the truck that was trailing behind you and the screams and shouts of “wait up thunder thighs!” and “stop running away like a little bitch!” coming from the 3 boys who occupied it. Wrapping your arms around yourself to feel just an ounce of warmth, you willed yourself to ignore these bastards and walk faster. ‘I’m almost home, I’m almost home’ repeating it like a mantra in your head. Really, it was a stupid idea to think that you could enjoy a last high school party with your friends who were the complete opposite of you. After all, when the three most popular boys of the school were determined to make your life a living hell, why would anyone else want to treat you different in this extremely cliché scenario. It was hard to pinpoint what exactly was it about you that made them hate you so much.

From the time that you can remember, and you remembered a lot, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook had always despised you. It’s like they couldn’t stand your existence. When you would be at the library helping out by staying late, they would wait after school, yes they would go out of their way to stay at school longer, to make sure that your walk home was as stressful as possible. Making fun of pretty much anything and everything you did was a normal occurrence. You had just learned to live with it, but not today.

You suddenly started to slow your pace. They are cowards, you thought. What can they possibly do? Always taunting, always calling names, always making you feel shit about anything you took interest in. But they were all talk, right? You thought, huffing out. People like them walk in groups because they can’t actually do anything alone. You don’t know what came over you, but you suddenly stopped and turned around slowly. The truck that the boys were trailing behind you also slowed and stopped a few meters away.

The one driving was Jimin, while Taehyung sat beside him and Jungkook stood, head poking out of the truck’s opening in the ceiling. You stood defiantly, shaking from the growing rain, your hair soaked and hands tightly by your side. Silently daring them to charge the truck towards you. ‘They won’t do it, they’re cowards’ you thought, your confidence growing slowly. You couldn’t tell where this adrenaline rush had come from to give you such courage to finally stand your ground, just a few weeks away from graduation. You could see Taehyung’s cunning, and terrifyingly psychotic grin widening as he relentlessly whispered in Jimin’s ear, whose grip on the wheel was tightening as he looked you right in the eyes. Jungkook was laughing. He apparently found the situation so amusing, that you decided now to grow a spine and challenge them. Suddenly, the sound of the engine revving was as loud as the rain.

It all went pretty much downhill from there. The last thing you remembered was your too loud heartbeat, the bright flash from the truck and Jungkook’s face suddenly forming a horrified expression as if he wasn’t just laughing at you.

Present day:

You weren’t looking for him specifically among the crowd flooding into the lecture hall. But something did happen inside you when you spotted him. A kind of lightness, or a lifting of some heavy part of yourself. Everything was settling into a nice, normal routine. You were going about your daily lives in an ordinary manner, and you were doing it completely separately.

He sat in the fourth row, and you sat at the back. Only now there was no rising sense of dread. You didn’t keep your hand to yourself when the lecturer asked a question. You answered, without the background sound of someone snickering. And even when it felt as though he was looking at you, when you snuck a glance at him you only ever saw the back of his head.

He bent low over his notes, and his head occasionally lifted a little as he really listened to whatever the lecturer was saying. Once or twice you actually caught him nodding, or doing a little staggered-looking half laugh over some ridiculous concept. As if he loved it all now.

He loved it so much he was sometimes at the lectures early. You would come in with Y/B/F, still giggling over something ridiculous, and get the faint prickle that told you he was already there. Only now when it happened it didn’t make you want to cover yourself up, or run and hide. There was nothing to hide from. Everything was going to be super cool and totally fine from here on in. Or it would have been, if it were not for the group project. The one that you were so excited for that you didn’t process it when your lecturer started reading out the names. You would be working with Y/B/F—that was a given. You were going to watch ridiculously filthy movies together and laugh about bobbing butts and ogle Ewan McGregor’s penis.

And then you heard his name.

Followed by yours.

Distantly, like in a dream of being in class.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you have a problem with that assignment?”

Everyone was looking at you now. No—not just looking. Examining, as though You had become a new and baffling species. The girl who was not excited about the idea of spending a whole semester with Jungkook. The creature who seemed horrified at the prospect of working with him. It made it difficult to do anything at all, even with Y/B/F urging you to say yes, yes I do have a fucking problem. Though you still didn’t expect the shake of your head to happen. Just one little accidental shake of your head and that was it. Your lecturer moved on to his next victim, leaving you in something You once had a nightmare about in ninth grade. Working with Jungkook. On a semester-long project.

About sex in cinema.

“Don’t worry, we can fix this. Just go to his office and talk to him privately about it. He would have to be Satan himself to not understand,” You heard Y/B/F whisper. But the words seemed even further away than you name had when your lecturer read it out.

“Right. Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

“I can come with you if you want.”

“No, that’s okay. That’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve been punched. In the face. With a small nuclear blast.”

“I’m sure,” You said, but soon came to regret that firmness in your voice. The steady nod that told Y/B/F it was okay for you to go in a different direction once you were outside. It only meant that you were on your own when you got to the tiny hallway outside your lecturer’s door.

And saw that Jungkook was already waiting. Of course he was—he probably had the same concerns as you. No matter how sorry he was or what he thought of being in the red and being wrong, he would never want to work in close quarters with you for the entire semester. In fact, him being sorry likely made the situation seem worse to him. Most likely he had calculated all the awkward conversations you guys would have to have and how far apart he would have to stand to keep you comfortable, and found it as unbearable as you did.

Even though his expression seemed to say something else.

Oh god. His expression was saying something else.

Then he held up his hands, as though to calm you.

And you knew.

“All right, Y/N, I know that you’re probably thinking it’s way better if you do this project with that gal pal of yours, but wait, okay? I got reasons why this is gonna be fine.”

“Is that seriously why you’re here? To stop me asking to switch us?”

“Well…no. Not stop you exactly. Stop is a really strong word.”

“While I’m glad you’ve learned that—” You said, your voice briefly catching when you saw his wince. He winced, your mind hissed, before you forced yourself to finish. “I still think it covers what’s happening here.”

“I just wanted to talk to you about it for a second. Just, like, hear me out.”

“I want to. I really do. But come on. You know I wasn’t born yesterday. This has all the hallmarks of some kind of trap or prank or joke at my expense.”

“How could it possibly be a trap or prank? He put people together based on…I don’t even know what he put people together based on. But it couldn’t have had anything to do with me.”

You searched his face, looking for the lie. Waiting for him to show some hint of bullshit, beneath those too-kind eyes and his spread hands and the obvious logic of what he was saying.

Only there was nothing, nothing, nothing.

And it made no difference at all.

“Okay, I buy that. I do. Yet the fact still remains: I cannot do a project with you. Ever. You have to know that doing anything like that is completely impossible for me. Right?”

“I was just thinking that maybe…maybe you could give it a chance. You know, now that we’re on speaking terms and everything is almost cool between us.”

“You think everything is cool between us?”

“Well, maybe not cool exactly. More like…okay.”

“Still need to dial it back a notch, chief.”

“Reasonable? Not bad? Kind of semi decent?”

“That last one is getting close.”

He sighed, shoulders sagging.

Relenting, you thought. He’s actually relenting.

“Fine, we are a fucking disaster.”

“Now you’re getting the idea,” You said.

“But I figure we can work on it.”

“By doing a project on sex in the cinema together?”

“Well,” he said. “When you put it like that it sounds dumb.”

“There’s no other way to put it! That is literally what you’re suggesting.”

“Yeah, I get that. I just…want to not get that. I want it to be easier or better or just not the way this is.”

“That could have been my daily prayer in high school, Jungkook.”

He didn’t react the way you expected to, with more weird arguing.

He just closed his eyes.

He closed them like someone had just told him his family had been in a fatal accident.

“I wish I could go back and start over again. More than wish—I would give everything I have to start over again. The wrestling, this scholarship, every party I ever went to and every fun thing I ever did. And you can choose to not believe me about that, but—”

“I believe you.”

“You do?”

“I’m as surprised as you are, but yeah.”

“Then why does this have to be such a big deal?”

You thought of Y/B/F saying attempted murder.

“Y/N that is fucking attempted murder. Babe, you don’t have to feel bad about anything you put him through now. His friends and him included, ran you over with a fucking truck. How much physio and other therapy sessions did you have to go through because of them, huh?”

The terror that used to flood you when he walked down the hall.

That ever-present sensation of a grille barrelling into your body.

“Because understanding that someone is truly sorry and wanting to spend huge amounts of time with them are two different things. I might see that you mean this, and know rationally that I can almost sort of trust you. Maybe I even want it to be that easy, too. But your face is the one I had nightmares about for two years. Your smile doesn’t seem happy to me. I associate it with cruelty.”

You shook your head. Glanced away from him so you didn’t have to see the defeated look on his face.

“It’s hard for me to look at you, Jungkook, no matter how much I appreciate what you’ve done here.”

“That was a really well-thought-out and logically sound speech.”

“I know it was. I’m pretty proud.”

“And I have no argument against it.”

“You don’t need one. What you’ve done here…” You gritted your teeth hard and looked at the ceiling. But this time it didn’t stop the tears. They were already welling up by the time You explained the rest to him.

“It means a lot. And a million men would never have done the same, I can promise you. I don’t have any messages from Jimin on my phone. Taehyung isn’t going to call anytime soon. It’s just you, a rare fantasy in the middle of all this dismal reality.”

He turned around when you were done. All the way around—and then his arms went up to cover his head and you understood. What you said had affected him, strongly. Maybe more than his words had affected you. It took him twice as long to get it together, and even after he had he couldn’t quite look at you. He just kept staring at the wall and clenching his jaw.

And saying things. Oh yeah, he said things, in a strained, shaky voice.

“I meant what I said, you know. That you are the very best.”

“I know. That’s why I’m going to ask you not to say it again.”

“I can’t stop. I have the opposite of whatever idiocy infected me in high school.”

“What, like insane-need-to-compliment fever?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” he said.

“Well it has taken a raging hold of you, let me tell you.”

“I know it seriously cannot be stopped.”

“I think you have a terminal case.”

“Not a bad way to go, if you ask me,” he said, so soft and sincere it took all your strength to stop yourself smiling in response. You could feel your lips trembling. Your cheeks ached with the effort of pinning them down, yet still You knew you were failing. You could see it in his satisfied expression.

And hear it in his words.

“That’s better. Seeing you look happy.”

“I am happy,” You said, then added without thinking: “Are you?”

Of course you didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a polite habit, based on interactions with people other than Jungkook. People who had actual problems, who lived troubled lives, who might answer with a god no. Jungkook would never need to answer with a god no. His life was full of endless possibilities and unfettered glory. He could snap his fingers and have a thousand people follow him to the ends of the earth.

He even looked that way, in the dim light of the narrow hallway between these offices.His hair was the colour of dark chocolate. Every item of clothing suited him perfectly, from the rich grey-blue of his V-neck to the jeans he’d tucked into his timberlands. He exuded cool from every pore; he could have stepped off the cover of a magazine. Yet all you could see was his face as it slowly sagged. It was like watching someone cut the strings that had held a mask in place—a mask you hadn’t known he was wearing. You thought that smiling golden god who had tormented you was the real him, but for a second you couldn’t be sure. Just for one heart-rattling second, and then the door to the office opened and that glimpse of something else was gone—so fast You would imagine later that it had never existed. It was just a trick of the light.

Better to focus on the real and the now.

“What can I do for you two today?” Professor asked.

Then you took a breath and answered.

“Nothing,” You said.

A few weeks later:

After that day, you didn’t know how or why you suddenly decided to give working with him a try, but so far, it was going…. okay. You two met up at the library, took your notes, glancing at each other once in a while, mostly Jungkook, asking each other questions relevant to your awkward topic given the situation and that was that. He made jokes sometimes that managed to get out a few carefree laughs out of you as well. It was all… comfortable. Nothing that you had expected. That is why, you decided, it was time to move on to watching actual movies for references, in your project.

It was nearly one in the morning, on a Wednesday night when you went to get him as your friend was out and that was the only time Jungkook was free after wrestling practice. Everyone was in bed, and it gave an eerie feeling to your journey back to your dorm.

As did his silence.

He was always talking—You realized that then. Sometimes he practically kept up a running commentary on everything and anything, yet here he was as quiet as stone. And it wasn’t because he was exerting himself. He didn’t breathe hard once the whole time. He could have been carrying a backpack full of air. But the idea of mental trouble lingered. When you tilted your head a little, you could practically hear his mind going over and over things, in a way that just wasn’t like him. He was easy-going. Happy-go-lucky. He never worried about things the way you did.

Until now.

“Jungkook, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little…”

Like an ominous statue of yourself.

“I was just thinking what movie we should watch.”

“Oh. Oh. You mean…right now?” You asked.

“Well, that’s what you came to get me for.”

“That’s true, I did come and get you for that.”

“Unless you don’t want me in your room so late.”

“No, no why would I…no, that’s cool.”

“You’re in the Jubilee Building, right?”

You had the strongest urge to ask him how he knew. But that seemed just as weird as objecting to him being in your room.

“Yeah. You just go past the science block and then—”

“Right, right, right I got it, I got it. The statue of Heo Nanseolheon is outside it, yeah?”

“That’s the one. Then it’s the third floor. Don’t worry though, there’s an elevator.”

“Ah, it wouldn’t have been a big deal.”

“Do you wanna let me unlock the door?” you asked standing behind him when you both reached your dorm.

“Oh shit, yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” he said moving his bulky body out of the way as you slid past him to unlock the door. Everything had returned to the way it should be now between you and Jungkook.

Except for the sexy movie you were now going to watch.

Alone. Together. On your bed. In the middle of the night.

You let him pick the movie, thinking that would make things easier somehow. Nothing could be misconstrued, at least, that way. He wouldn’t think you meant anything by your choice, whatever it might be. But you forgot that he might mean something with his choice. You watched the heroine trying to clumsily pick up the hero at the start of White Palace, and cringed so hard it felt more like a cramp in your gut. Your cheeks grew hot, in a way that made you grateful for the dim light of your feeble bedside lamp.

Otherwise he would see your face go red and know you understood his point—despite the fact that his point was fucking nonsense.

“This is even less realistic than Dirty Dancing.”

“Really? You think so? Like, in what way?” You asked.

“It just seems like she keeps pushing and pushing. No woman would push a guy that good-looking if he didn’t seem into it. I can’t think of anything more embarrassing.”

You didn’t look at him, but knew he shrugged.

His arm rubbed against yours as he did it.

“Maybe she doesn’t care.”

“I guess not.”

“Maybe she knows he’s actually into it.”

“That could be one explanation.” Jungkook says, sighing.

“Plus she obviously gets exactly what she was looking for.” He adds.

Onscreen, Susan Sarandon was going down on James Spader.

Which to you didn’t seem to back up his point at all.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s having a great time getting absolutely nothing out of this.”

“That’s what this looks like to you? Like she’s getting nothing out of this?”

“Well, in movies they make it look like she is. But I doubt she really would be.”

“You doubt that giving a guy a blow job could be enjoyable for a woman.”

You glanced at him then, just to see if his expression was as incredulous as his voice.

Then had to look back at the screen quickly. If anything, his expression was worse. He had one eyebrow raised, and there was almost no humour in his eyes. This was serious somehow. Much too serious.

“I don’t know. I mean it’s not really something you do for your own enjoyment. You do it for his.”

“So to you there’s nothing pleasurable about it. Nothing sexy about having a guy at your mercy. Begging you, moaning for you, trying not to push too deep when it gets too good.”

Your breath hitched.

“You do those things?”

The words came out too fast. Too disbelieving, too.

But You just couldn’t stop them. They ripped out of you before you had time to talk it over with you mind, all ragged around the edges and maybe a little breathless. Just enough that he likely heard it, and wondered why. You couldn’t tell him, however. You didn’t know yourself. You only knew that when he started talking again, you had the urge to put your fingers in your ears.

“Of course I do those things. Having your cock sucked is fucking amazing,” he said, which was absolutely fine.

But then he kept going.

He kept going.

“The heat and the slickness and her looking up at you as she works it with her hands and lips and tongue. Especially the tongue. The tongue is the best part. Watching it curl right around the—”

“Well, okay, it sounds cool when you put it that way.”

God your voice sounded loud. And too fast again, too. All your words practically jumbled together.

“I don’t know what other way it could possibly be.”

“How about hold still while I fuck your face? Some guy coming right in your eye? Losing a chunk of hair because he pulled too hard?”

“You’re not serious. Tell me honestly. None of that happened.”

Now his voice was bright with amusement. But it didn’t make you feel any better.

“All of that happened. To me. More than once.”

“Yeah but after…”

“After what?”

“After he came then he…”

He made a circle with his hand bobbing his head, as though you should know that one thing logically followed on from the other. It was all completely easy and obvious.

Instead of the hardest quiz you had ever had to get through. “Then he what? Gave me cab fare?”

“No. No. After that then this happens.”

You glanced at the thing he was pointing at.

Then had to look away again, quick. At your hands, at the bedspread.

At him, as he oh-so-slowly realized what your sudden awkwardness meant.

“This has never happened to you. Holy shit. You’ve never had a guy go down on you.”

“I have had a guy go down on me. I totally have.”

“Are you sure about that? You don’t look sure.”

“Well, maybe not like this.”

“There’s no other way to do it. This is actually the most basic, ordinary way to go about eating pussy.”

At those words, you could feel the fire burning on your cheeks and your breathing getting laboured. Jungkook really had no filter.

“Yeah, but this seems really exciting and sexy and hot.”

“Going down on a girl is really exciting and sexy and hot. Like I said about giving a guy head? Exactly the same principle. You get to see you writhe and shake and push herself against your mouth. Just like that, just like Sarandon is doing. Look at her. Look at her.”

“I am. I am looking,” You said, but You weren’t, not really.

You were thinking of the shiver that had gone through you when he said look, soft as butter and so oddly tender. And the way that he was looking himself, eyes almost far away.

Like he was seeing Sarandon, but putting someone else in her place.

“Think about how it must feel.”

“Yeah I can…I get that…”

“Think about his tongue slowly easing over her soft folds.”

“Is that…how…is that what you…” You said, breathlessly “Uh-huh.”

“And it works?”

You voice was a whisper now. But that was okay. His was, too. It was so low he had to lean close to ask you questions. He had to meet your gaze, and You had to meet his.

“What works?”

“It makes you…you know. Cum.”

“Oh yeah. But you gotta take your time.”

“I see. I guess that makes sense.” You were just babbling now, trying to keep up with him.

“Let it build, nice and slow. Start by just stroking her with your fingertips. Work her, you know, until her lips part. And then when she’s all open to you, you just trace the shape of her with your tongue. Lick and lick in these ever decreasing circles until you’re right…fucking…there.”

“Where? Where…where are you?”

You shouldn’t have asked. You knew you shouldn’t as soon as it was out. Your faces were too close together now, and his body seemed to be looming over yours. That was his shoulder, almost nudging your chin. And his thigh, pressing deep and hard into yours. His answer was never going to make any of this better.

Then it came, hotter than molten lava and twice as destructive.

“Her clit. Her slick, swollen clit.”

“I see. That makes sense,” You said, even though that wasn’t what you wanted to go with.

No, what you wanted to go with was more like oh my fucking God this can’t be reality.

“Then you just…stroke it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Until she’s mindless.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Doesn’t even know what she’s saying anymore, or doing. She might tell you to bite, to fuck her with your tongue and fingers, harder or faster or some word that doesn’t even make sense. Hips coming up to meet you, greedy for it, horny for it, so horny she barely notices that her hand is in your hair and she’s squeezing tight enough for it to sting, so close to coming that her whole body is shuddering and shivering and flushing that deep, good pink. Soon as you see it you just know she’s burning. That her clit is aching and throbbing and her pussy is all open and slippery, and one more second of this will make her come. She’s already coming, before you even know where you’re at. Hard, hard, hard, like she never has before.”

You were holding your breath by the time he was done. You practically had to—his face was so close now you could have blinked and brushed his cheek with your eyelashes. Every word he said seemed to stroke against your face, cool at first but then more heated. As though he was starting to boil alive inside, too. Certainly he looked that way. You have never seem him flushed like this, not even when he pushed himself during a match.

Not even when he was embarrassed.

Though you supposed that wasn’t a common occurrence. He didn’t seem to be embarrassed now, and he’d just said all those words. He said clit and pussy and slippery, as if that was just a normal way to talk to your friend. And he did it all without flinching, too. Without glancing away or putting some distance between you. In fact, those eyes of his—now heavy lidded and so soft focus—seemed intent on you more than they ever had been before. They skittered all over you face, searching for something you had no idea how to give.

You didn’t even know what the something was.

You only knew that it made you forget yourself, just as he had described.

It made you search his face back, marvelling over every brutish line and gentle curve. Those lips of his, as plump as a girl’s yet so masculine at the same time. Every inch of them gleaming, as if he’d slicked them with gloss in anticipation of a kiss. Though even in that moment you didn’t really believe you wanted that. Until he whispered, low and heavy against your own lips.

“You can, you know.”

“Can what?”

“Touch yourself.”

It jolted you, when he said it.

But not as much as realizing why he said it.

You followed his gaze down, and took in the unmistakable sight of your hand in your lap. Really, really high up in your lap. Almost between your legs, in fact—though that was fine, it was cool, it was okay. You stuttered ‘no, no I didn’t really want to do that’, but it didn’t matter.

Because his hand was actually between his legs.

“I do,” he said.

As the whole world as You knew it dissolved right in front of your eyes.

“You do?”

“Fuck, yes. I’m dying to.”

“Because of the film. Because of the movie.”

“Sure. We can say that, if you want.”

You closed your eyes. Swallowed thickly.

Wished hard that he hadn’t added that last part.

“If we could that would be awesome.”

“No problem. I mean it was probably inevitable that this would happen to us.”

“Probably, yeah. Almost definitely, in fact.”

“Just a natural response to a sexy movie.”

“Seems that way to me.”

“So you just slip your hand under your waistband, and I’ll slip my hand under mine,” he said, which was fine all on its own. The problem was that he then went ahead and did it. You tried not to look, but saw anyway. You saw the way he fumbled in his haste, as though all his talk was only calm on the surface. Underneath, something was paddling frantically. It was making his cheeks pink and his body all trembly.

And his dick hard. God, his cock was hard.

You could see that without even trying at all. The curving shape beneath his sweatpants was enormous and unmistakable, and even if it hadn’t been, his hand made it pretty clear. As You watched, he eased it over that solid length, before finally clasping it in a way that shoved the swollen head right up against the tented material. Now You could make out ruder details, like the thick ridge around the head, and the slit at the tip. Both pronounced, explicit, rude.

But that wasn’t what really got you.

It was the way he stopped to lick his palm, before shoving it

under his waistband.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, are you serious?”

“It’s cool. it’s fine. We don’t even have to look at each other.”

“No I guess not. I guess…I guess that I can just watch the screen.”

“We’re just two people getting off over a hot movie.”

“Exactly. Exactly.”

But that wasn’t strictly true. You weren’t getting off over the movie at all. Nothing was even happening anymore—it was just rich people looking down their noses and arguments over a Dust buster. If anything, it was vaguely depressing, rather than lust-inducing. Yet still You sat there, face burning, body tender and rigid all at the same time. Half of you stuffed so full of embarrassment and shock you sort of wanted to block everything out, the other half just shamelessly straining to hear every single tiny sound he made. Never daring to look, of course, but then…

You really didn’t need to.

He made so much noise that you could make out almost everything. Every little moan and gasp—and there were a lot of them, too. Lots of thick, guttural moans that started on an ah and ended with a kind of abrupt sigh, as though a knife had sliced through his throat before he could finish. So many soft mmms and gasps, like he honestly couldn’t get enough of whatever he was doing.

Though it was the whispers that hit you hardest. They got you right in the gut, low down and deep enough to ache. Oh yeah, he murmured, as though the hottest sex in the world was happening onscreen. As though they were fucking like animals, up and down and left and right. His tone even sounded sort of tremulous, and it got more intense as time went on. Soon he was panting, and rocking, and every now and then uttering something he was clearly imagining himself doing.

“Ah, yeah, suck my cock, just like that,” he said.

Then just to make it extra agonizing, he spat into his hand.

To make it extra slick, you thought, like someone’s mouth. Someone sucking him the way he’d described, slow and steady until he was actually shuddering, right here and now. The bed was moving, at least, and it wasn’t because he was working that cock hard. He wasn’t. He was going slow, so slow, squeezing and rolling rather than the short, fast kind of thing You’d always thought guys did. They almost never seemed to do anything else in porn…but then again they never did all this other stuff, too. You dared to turn you head a little more and saw to your astonishment that he had his hand pressed to his mouth. He was almost biting his fist, chest heaving, body shivering all over—but most important, eyes closed.

He couldn’t even see you looking. You were free to do as you pleased.Yet something held you back. You couldn’t seem to do more than peek out of the corner of you eye, and even that made you feel strange. You kept getting this clenching sensation—sort of like embarrassment or humiliation—and it got worse when his back arched. When he actually said out loud that he was almost there, that he was so close, that he was gonna come all over your duvet. I need something to do it on, he said, and even that had a shameful frisson of its own. You had a brief flash of him kneeling up and suddenly coming all over your face, or maybe pulling down that ridiculously large neck hole to expose your breasts.

Followed by an image of that thick white liquid coating you, striping you face, dripping off your tight little nipples. Him pushing his cock past your lips to finish off, groaning as he flooded your mouth.

And he would have flooded it, too. You glanced at him just in time to see him shove his sweatpants down, that big dick swelling under the pressure of his too-tight grip. Thick ribbons of come already hitting his bared belly, over and over until you were sure he must be done. He had to be, yet more kept flowing over his still-working fist. You watched it run down over his fingers in slippery trails before pooling in his lap.

Though none of it was what you kept seeing behind your eyes in the aftermath. Instead, you saw the way his face had looked as he shot his load. The open mouth, and the closed eyes, and most of all the strange, wrenching vulnerability that had covered him for a moment. No mischief, no macho bullshit—just a completely open and abandoned sort of ecstasy.

And all of it for you.

He knew you had watched him. He still knew now. You flicked your eyes back to the screen as he started to catch his breath, but the first thing he did was include you.

“Guess I kind of made a mess here,” he said, everything about his tone suggesting two conspirators, finishing off their evil deed. You even got up after he’d said it, to get him a tissue.

Though when You got back he’d pretty much taken care of most of it.

You stopped in the doorway to the bathroom at the sight: Him, casually licking his messy fingers.

It took you a good two minutes after that to go over to him, with your fistful of toilet paper. And when you did go, it was on very shaky legs. Your whole body felt shaky, in fact—though not in any way you’d experienced before. This was like being full to the brim with something burning hot, skin so close to ripping that it couldn’t keep still. Sometimes you thought you could see it shivering slightly under the strain, and every inch of it was tender, so tender. His leg brushed yours as you sat down, and it was agony. You even winced—then immediately regretted it.

He had been concentrating on clean-up. Now he looked up at you sharply.

And asked questions You were loathing to answer.

“Have you…not? I mean have you not—”

“I couldn’t. I’m sorry, I couldn’t.”

“God, you must be bursting.”

“Honestly, I’m fine.”

The problem was though; you didn’t seem fine.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. Your hands were fists on your thighs.

And of course he could see all of that.

“You look like you’re bursting.”

“Oh yeah? And what does bursting look like?”

“Your voice is shaking.”

“Is it?” You asked, voice so light it almost passed.

Almost, almost, almost.

“Your cheeks are flushed.”

“Are they?”

“And then there’s the fact that your nipples are like diamonds. Fuck, look how stiff they are. Isn’t that agonizing, having them like that? I bet your clit’s the same. Bet your pussy is so wet. So wet you’re making a mess of the nice, clean clothes.”

Your cheeks grew hotter and hotter as he whispered each word. By the time he was done they felt like they were going to melt right off you face. That tense, cringing feeling in your stomach was ten times worse, and that was before he got to the last point. The one about the clothes, and the mess, and oh god what if he was right? It felt as if he might be. You weren’t wearing any underwear, and everything was really slippery between your legs. You could feel it, every time You moved.

“Oh fuck, sorry, sorry I don’t…I hope…it’s just that—” You didn’t even know why you were apologizing

“Honey, you don’t need an explanation.”

His tone was like sinking into a warm bath—and the thumb you could feel stroking over you forearm only pulled you deeper down. He just did it so idly. So like he wasn’t touching you at all.

Before you knew it, you were up to your ears in liquid heat.

“Are you sure? Because it kind of feels like I do.”

“I’m sure. I mean, the movie was pretty intense.”

“Right, exactly. Super intense.”

“So why deny yourself?”

“I’m not…denying…anything.”

“I could leave, if you want.”

“No, god no,” You said, too fast and too fierce.v

Though it was only afterward that you realized how it sounded: Not like someone trying to say you didn’t want to masturbate. Like someone saying that you wanted him to stay.

And he took it that way, too.

“Or, you know. I could just…do it for you,” he said.

Then you just had to do your best not to go out of your mind.

You stopped herself from jumping up. Kept your hands from flailing.

Didn’t look at him, in case looking made you do something crazy.

“Oh my god. You can’t be serious. You can’t be serious.”

“Probably wouldn’t take a lot.”

“I always take a lot.”

“Even when you’re alone?”

“Especially when I’m alone.”

“Well, maybe we should see about that.”

Again, you had the urge to get up. Maybe you even would have, if it hadn’t been for the other things he was doing. The thumb stroking your arm was now the back of his hand, running the length of your arm over and over. And that was his breath against the curve of your throat, so close and warm he could have been kissing you there. It felt like kissing.

Only without the scariness of the real thing.

All of this was without the scariness of the real thing. It was just a game, that was all—and one that you could win if you really put you mind to it. He thought he could get you so easily, but he was utterly and completely wrong. You were a rock, in the face of whatever he was going to do. You were impervious to the pleasure he seemed to think he was going to dole out, to the point where you almost laughed when he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of those too-big sweatpants.

It was weird. Slightly uncomfortable.

Not sexy in the least.

And then his fingertips just oh-so-lightly grazed the pouting lips of your swollen pussy, and things pretty much started to go downhill from there. The sensation it sent through you was just so intense, and over something so small. He hadn’t even slipped between them to your clit, or eased a finger into your slick little hole. In truth, you weren’t entirely sure he’d touched you at all.

Yet you still had to clench your jaw.

You had to tell herself that it was just the stuff that had happened before—the film and him coming and then licking his fingers like a satisfied cat. It wasn’t anything to do with this right now, with him touching you, with his skill. He wasn’t skilful at all. He was terrible. Awful.

he worst lover you had ever had.

You had no idea why your thighs were trembling. Or what made you moan when he finally, finally, finally eased his fingers into that slick slit, and then topped it off by telling you just what he found there.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck you are wet. You’re so wet. Jesus Christ, Y/N, how can you stand it? How can you sit still and quiet with those eyes closed when your pussy is like this? So slippery I can just glide all the way down and ease on in and oh man, oh man,” he said, and all You could do in response was shiver and make a number of embarrassing noises. First for his words, and then oh god then for the feel of him doing it.

He used two fingers—two of those long, thick fingers—yet somehow it didn’t hurt when he pushed into you. There was no fumbling or searching. Your body just seemed to open for him, as though they’d dated for years and he’d worked on you for hours. He knew exactly how to touch you there, and when he did you simply had to respond. Your gasp rung out in the small room.Though you vowed it would be the last one. That was it now—you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of anything else. Not even when he started working his fingers in and out, slow and steady and so unbelievably good. you kind of wanted to cry over the unfairness of it. Why was he the one who had to be so good at this? How did he know how to do it in this deliberate, teasing, tantalizing way?

Even watching him do it was exciting. You made the mistake of glancing down and all you could see was his hand rolling beneath the material, the waistband occasionally stretching to give you a glimpse of your glossy cunt, his gleaming fingers, the way you were spread around that thick intrusion…

Fuck.

You had to look at the screen just to stop yourself coming right then and there—though even those measures had an exciting quality of their own. James Spader was just doing something incredibly dull now, while you sat here watching through slitted eyelids, cheeks flushed and legs spread, as a man slowly fingered your slick, flushed pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, until you were so beside yourself you weren’t sure you even wanted to hold back your moans. You only knew that you were still trying, for reasons that seemed vague and far away now. It just doesn’t matter, your mind hissed, but you kept it up anyway. You held yourself more tightly and bit deep into your lip—deep enough that you tasted blood. And when he started to ease those fingers up, you shut your eyes tight. You thought of other things, more boring things: dry books and bird-watching. All to no avail. He made one circle around your clit.

Just one tiny, insignificant circle, and that was it. Your orgasm rolled up from that stiff little bud, in one all-consuming and all-powerful wave. It took away your control over your body—your toes curled tight and your back arched. But most important, it took away your control over your mouth. It let one little word slip out.

Though one little word was more than enough.

“Jungkook,” You said, and after that the game was pretty much up. That was gratitude in your voice and pleasure in the sigh behind it, and all wrapped in the neat little bow of his name. There was no more pretending that it wasn’t him who had made you feel this way, or suggesting that all of this was just a game.And he knew it immediately. He kept up the thrusts of his long, thick fingers, helping you prolong the feeling of your orgasm for as long as possible. And he didn’t stop there. Your face was starting to contort from the oversensitivity and it was obvious that Jungkook knew it too from the way he bit his lip and started to purposely move his fingers faster once again.

“Ahh! J-Jungkook… I can’t….” You moaned out, though this seemed to have no effect on him as he seemed determined to elicit another orgasm from you. His fingers scraping against your tightening walls as they fought to repeatedly slam back inside you. Your thighs were shaking, your eyes half lidded, leaning back on your hands as his worked between your legs. Suddenly you gripped Jungkook’s moving hand as you came dangerously close to letting go.

“That’s it, fuck, cum again for me Y/N. I need this. You need this” He almost sounded desperate and it made you want to sob because everything was so fucking hot.

With a cry of his name, you came undone again, your body almost curling in towards itself from the sensitivity.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” he said, as though you’d cried out the filthiest thing on the face of the earth. And, again, he didn’t stop there. You could hear him fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants already—though you tried to turn it into something else in your head. He was just pulling them up, you thought. They had slid down as he serviced you, that was all.

Only it wasn’t all.

When you made the mistake of glancing his way, you saw so much more than you were ready for. It was supposed to be over now, completely over, but he’d shoved everything down to mid-thigh and his cock was in his hand again and god god god why was it so arousing? You’d had cum twice already. He’d had one orgasm already, and now he was being so fucking filthy.

Yet somehow the filthiness only made it worse.

You came searingly close to telling him yes.

And go on.

And come all over me—just like you’d imagined.

For one wild second, it even seemed like he might. He was groaning and panting and he kept saying things, incredible things like “do you see what you do to me do you get how fucking horny you make me oh fuck just hearing you moan my name”. His hand was heavy on your shoulder, and you knew he was close. He was going to yank your top down any second now.

Any second, you thought.

Though you didn’t realize how much you wanted it until the first thick burst slid over his fist.

Didn’t know how little control you had over herself until he grunted your name and shuddered violently, that slick fluid easing over his still-pumping fist. After all, if you’d had any you would have stayed right where you were, content to just watch.Instead of leaning forward to take that heavy, swollen, slippery head in your mouth, to catch the last ribbons of his salt-sweet cum all over your eager tongue.

“Fucking fuck, Jagiya” Jungkook cursed loudly, watching you take the head of his cock in your mouth. He slid his hands in your hair, gripping it from the bottom of your skull gently, rocking your face back and forth, riding out the last of his high. You looked up at him, eye still glassed over, breathing hard and laboured and slid the head of him out of your mouth.

There was no doubt that Jungkook was shocked at your boldness but he seemed pleasantly surprised. His pupils blown out, lips swollen, skin gleaming. He truly was a work of art. The magnitude of what you two had done hit you hard. So, naturally, there was only one thing left to do in panic.

Kick him out.

“Jungkook…you need to leave”

A/N: So, Idk what happened but yeah hope you all enjoy. Not sure if I’ll make this a series since I’m bad at continuing ideas. I may stick to separate scenarios. I get bored easily. However, please feel free to check out my blog and send me ideas for new fics

blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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DARES ੭  JUNGKOOK


Contains : bestfriend!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : + 2,7k

Summary : It started out innocent, little dares here and there to entertain each other. From a young age, you and Jungkook would give each other challenges, in order to see who was the bravest. But things get a little less innocent when your best friend dares you to give him a lap dance for his birthday.

Originally posted by beatriceindre

A/N : “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo
memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.”, lyrics from Wet by JooYoung, translated in “Wet my heart, make it rain. So it won’t dry, so it won’t hurt.”

Feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.


The music was still buzzing in your ears, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from all the dancing, all you wanted to do was to get rid of all your makeup and your dress.

Jungkook signed beside you, he was still amazed by the party and all you organised for his day. Even though he was tired, he had told you he wanted to spend the entire night awake, even if he had to sleep for a whole week after.

“Jungkook, can we go to sleep ?”, you whined, taking your shoes off. A wave of relief taking over your body when your bare foot touched the floor.

“What ? No !”, he said, smacking your shoudler. He bent down to take your shoes.

“But I’m so tired.”, you whined, your finger touching the tip of his nose to get his attention.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s my birthday, we do what I want to do.”, he playfully said, getting up.

You sighed, trying to act annoyed even though Jungkook could see a clear smile on your face.
Your best friend walked towards his bedroom, leaving the lights off in his apartment, and you followed him, curious to know what he had planned for his birthday night.

The apartment was left silente as the two of you started to get comfortable. Jungkook’s place was like a second home to you, and when you stayed to sleep, it was like you lived together, having a specific routine.

The routine included borrowing one of his shirt and his bathroom to take your makeup off while he waited or prepared what he wanted to do.

You quickly got rid of the tight fabric hugging your body, before taking your makeup off.
Carefully rubbing your eye makeup, you sighed when you saw that all you makeup up was gone.

Walking out of his bathroom, you catched your best friend’s attention. He was sitting, still in his white button up and black jean, on his bed.

“You didn’t get changed ?”, you asked, sitting in front of him.
“I’ll get changed after.”, he simply said. He threw his phone somewhere, his head falling in his hand, elbow resting on his knee.

“Thank you for the party.”, he breathed. You smiled, rolling your eyes. “That’s what best friends are for !”, you chuckled.

You streched, your arms above your head. It was a stressful day, the party was a surprise, and you were afraid that something would go wrong. But thankfully, everything was perfect. Jungkook was happy, and it’s all that mattered.

You started to lay down, Jungkook’s shirt riding up, revealing your underwear.
Jungkook’s back leaned agaisnt the headboard, looking at you.

“So, do you have plans on what you want to do ?”, you asked, getting comfortable on his bed.

“I actually do.”, he said, raising an eyebrow.

And you knew this expression, by heart. Whenever Jungkook had an idea, a dare for you, he would raise his eyebrow, a malicious glint in his eyes.
You and Jungkook would give each other dares since the beginning of your friendship, it’s started simple, but sometimes would get one of you in serious trouble.
Like that time when Jungkook stole a lipstick, and almost got caught.

You two were really competitive, neither of you liked to lose. Both of you also hated admiting that you couldn’t do something, and Jungkook knew it.

“I’m all ears.”, you said, getting up on your elbow.

Jungkook sighed, getting up of his bed, “Nevermind, I don’t think you’ll be able to do it.”, he said.
He back was facing you, and you knew he had his stupid little smirk on his face when you jumped up, “Excuse me ?”

He fully got up, rolling his sleeves, “I had an idea, but I think it’s too much for you. I’ll get my computer so we can watch a movie.”

Your mouth dropped, eyebrows raised. He knew how to push your buttons, but you couldn’t help it, grabbing his shirt before he could exit his bedroom.
He turned around, trying to hide his obvious smile under a surprised look.

“Is it a dare ?”, you asked. He looked down at you, lightly biting his lips, nodding. “Bring it on.”, you said confident.

Jungkook chuckled, taking his desk chair, sitting in front of you.
“I wanted to give you this dare last year, since it was my 18th birthday, but I wasn’t there and-”

“Okay Jungkook, just tell me.”, you said, playfully pushing the chair with your foot, but before you knew, Jungkook grabbed your ankle, bringing you closer to him.

The boy started to unbutton the top of his shirt, as you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.

“Give me a lapdance.”, he breathed.

And you stopped breathing for a second, looking at Jungkook’s devilish smile.
So that’s what he wanted, you thought. On one hand, you didn’t know if it was better to refuse, and be the target of his jokes for a week or so. But on the other, you didn’t want to give him this satisfaction, you wanted to erase his smirk. And odly enough, the idea of giving him a lap dance didn’t repulse you, rather, you wanted him to moan and brag about it for weeks.

You snapped when he got up of his chair, he got caught off garde when you pushed him, hand flat on his torso.
His smirk made its way back, streching his lips, his tongue on his canine tooth.

It’s just for the dare, that’s what you were repeating again and again, but you both knew that you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want to. You placed your knees on each side of his hips, “At least give me some music.”, you whispered, as if you were afraid to talk.

Jungkook nodded, leaning forward to take his phone in his bed. His arm locked behind your back as he was also forcing you to lean backwards. His breath was ghosting over your hair, and somehow, his smirk was already fading.

He quickly unlocked his phone, his arm still around you, starting the music. The song started, and something immediatly changed in the air, you knew the song, the lyrics by heart and all the meaning behind it.
Butterflies in your stomach, you started moving when you heard the voice of the singer.
Your hips started slow movements over Jungkook’s crotch, your breath inching. You were focused on your best friend’s reaction, his eyes following your hips, lower lip caught between his teeth.

Your hands leaned on each side of Jungkook’s head, your head coming closer. Jungkook’s hand grabbed your hips, before you whispered, “I never said you were allowed to touch.”

He whined, fingers grabbing the arm rest. He was craving to feel your skin under his fingers tips, and guide your hips to move lower on his crotch.
Unconsciously, you started humming the song, your lips dangerously close to his own.

Your hips started moving lower and lower, your closed heat lightly rubbing his jean. Your breath quicken as you slowly moved your hips back and forth.
A smirk streching your lips when you saw Jungkook’s expression, digits still tightly grabbing the fabric of the chair, biting his lips, his eyes clouded with lust looking at you through his hair.

“How you feel about that ?”, you breathed, alongside the singer, before softly singing the beginning of the chorus, “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.*”

Jungkook moaned, his chest falling and rising with every irregular breath. “Take it off.”, he asked, and he sounded wrecked.
Continuing your movements, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips.
You were expecting him to immidiatly take your shirt off, but his hands traveled under your shirt, feeling your skin and your following your movements.
His fingers dragging along your side, making goosebumps rise, before he grabbed the end of the fabric.

The shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor, revealing your panties and bra. Jungkook’s hands went back on your hips, running up and down your sides.
You were pressing your heat more and more on the obvious bulge forming underneath the boy’s jean, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

His arms locked behind your back, bringing you closer to his torso, his head dropping in the crook of your neck.
His lips started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck as the second song started. You paused to catch your breath, Jungkook’s head rising to look into your eyes at Jay Park’s first lines.

His hands forced you down, making you fully grind on him, a moan coming from your lips.
One of his hand grabbed the back of your head, lips crashing on yours. His lips were soft, contrasting with how aggresively he was kissing you. His teeth captured your lower lip, tugging at it before letting it snap back. He wanted to beat you at your own game, his lips ghosting over your ear while he sang along, “What I wanna do yeah.”

Your body reacted, hips bucking, a broken moan tumbling from his lips. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties, making you more harder on him, “Just like that.”, he breathed.

Biting your lips, heart pounding, your shaky hands grabbed the buttons of his shirt, hastily opening them. You were craving to feel his skin against your palms, a shaky breath leaving your lips when Jungkook took the fabric off his shoulders.

The music was just a background noise, a blur, alongside everything that wasn’t Jungkook. Your hips were still moving, not following the song anymore, only following the moans of Jungkook, soon interrupted when his lips met yours again.

The song stopped, maybe another one started, but neither of you cared. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook wrapped his arms in your back, getting up. You whined at the lost of friction, your hand tugging back your best friend’s fringe.

His head dropped back in the crook of your neck as the layed you down on his bed, teeth biting on your skin, making sure to leave a mark for you to remind for the days after.

The wetness between your legs was starting to feel uncomfortable but you punched the thought away, another part of you wanted to do something else.
Jungkook was sucking on the skin of your collarbone, a moan escaping your lips, his body reacted, bucking his hips into yours with a groan.

All his torture and moans were making you dizzy, and you wanted him to feel as wrecked as you, your fingers quickly unbutonning his pants.
Jungkook chuckled, his hand grabbing a jaw to make you look at him.
“What are you doing ?”, he asked, clearly wanting to hear those filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth.
You entered his game, looking at him dead in the eyes, “Let me suck you off.”
He groaned, closing his eyes, before releasing your jaw.

He moved, letting you get up of the bed.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”, he breathed, watching you drop on you, getting up on his feets to be in front of you. You whimpered, his words making your head spin, not helping your ruined panties.

You swiftly took off his pants, licking your lips at the sight. The tip was as red as his swollen lips, pre-cum leaking from it. Jungkook’s hand, wrapped around his base, pumping up and down.

His was looking at you through his fringe before his other hand pushed his hair back, lips parted. “Suck.”, he breathed.

Your hand wrapped around his base, as his grabbed your hair. Your lips wrapped around his tip, humming at he salty taste of his pre-cum. A moan tumbled from Jungkook’s lips, trying not to buck his hips. Coating his tip with saliva, sucking on it, you carefully watched as Jungkook threw his head back, his chest falling and rising at an irregular pace.
His throat was exposed, revealing his Adam’s apple, bobbing up and down.

“Take all of it.”, he said through gritted teeth. You obliged, replacing your hand with your mouth.
Breathing through your nose, you started bobbing your head up and down. You focused on Jungkook’s moans, filling the room.

Keeping your tongue flat against your best friend’s dick, you tried to relax your jaw as the boy’s hand left your hair to caress your cheek.
His moans were growing louder as he was getting closer, accidently bucking his hips a few times.

You knew that he was getting closer to his high, and all you wanted to see was his face as he came, but he stopped you when you started moving your head faster.

“Stop, I don’t want to come now.”, he said, helping you get up.

He hand went back to your jaw, his lips crashing once again on yours. Both of you were fighting for dominance, before his hand cupped your closed heat, a gasp leaving your lips.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so wet.”, he groaned, tugging at you earlobe. You sighed, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Did I make you that wet ?”, he asked, digits tracing your closed folds.

You nodded, eyes closed, unable to talk.

“Words.”, he said, stopping his movements for a brief moments.

Yes.”, you whimpered, legs trembling.

Jungkook chuckled, an arm supporting you. His lips ghosted over yours, and with a low voice, he asked. “You’re going to let me have my way, aren’t you ?”

You nodded, eyes as dark as his, before he continued, “Get on your hands and knees for me kitten.”
And your breath got caught in your throat, skin burning, heat aching, you got on Jungkook’s bed.
He didn’t move, watching in awe as you waited for him.

“Jungkook.”, you whined, getting his attention. He got behind you, hands grabbing your hips.
“Yes babygirl ?”, he asked, playing with the hem of your panties.

“Do something.”, you begged, and you could hear the boy’s smirk as he spoke, “So impatient.”

His hands caressed your skin, before continuing, “You’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess I want make you beg for this time.”

Finally, he took your panties off, placing himself behind you, you could feel his dick rubbing between your folds.

“So, so wet.”, he whimpered to himself, looking down. You lost the feeling of his skin, hearing him open his drawer to get a condom.

Soon enough, his digits dugged back into the skin of your hips, sucking a breath he asked, “What do you want, say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me.”, you said, bluntly, and that’s all he needed, pushing himself into you.
You moaned at the feeling, craving to get your release. On the other hand, Jungkook kept his eyes closed, mind fogged with the feeling of your walls around him.

He started slowly, trying to contain himself, he hips rolling against yours. You needed more, backing against his hips, Jungkook groaned, his fingers probably leaving bruises on the soft skin of your hips.

He chuckled, breathlessly, “So earger.”

You only moaned, your hands giving up when the boy started slamming in and out. Moans filling the room, you had to grip something, taking a fist full of the sheets.
You were moaning into the matress, trying to muffle them, but Jungkook wasn’t having it.

One of hand traveled up your back, fingertips tracing your arched spine, before grabbing your hair.
Pulling you into him, his arm arm wrapped around your stomach, his head droppping in the crook of your neck.

“I want everyone to hear who’s making you feel so good.”, he groaned, his finger drawing fingers on your clint.
Eyes closed, the feeling was overwhelming, taking over all your senses. Mouth agape, you couldn’t care less, letting the moans tumbling from your lips.

Jungkook was a mess, moaning and groaning near your ear, he was getting closer, his breath short and uneven.

“Are you gonna cum for me ?”
he asked, and you moaned, fingers intertwining with his hair. “So close.”, you breathed.

His thrusts grew harder, hitting a particular spot, and soon enough, your body gave up, a loud moan escaping your lips. Closing your eyes, your fingers probably leaving scratch marks in the back of Jungkook’s neck, you came around him.

“I’m gonna cum, so hard.”, he whined.

You knew he was holding himself, and he came in the condom right after, a loud moan filling the room as he fucked you through your orgasm, his breath heavy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, he cried out, his forehead on your shoulder.
You collapsed on the bed, Jungkook following beside you, a layer of sweat clear on each other’s skin.

“Well, happy birthday.”, you said, making Jungkook chuckle, playfully hiting your arm before hugging you from behind.

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre / word count: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 7,174 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?


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Things Happen

Summary: You wake up next to a man you don’t know, in a place you have never been in, not remembering what has happened the night before. What ensues after is hard to believe.

Word Count: 2,256

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and vomit.

A/N: Thank you to @whothehellisbella for her help, you are amazing, Bella! <3 I hope you all enjoy this one :D 

Originally posted by bucky-papichulo


The buzzing in your head was constant and obnoxious. You knew you had been stupid enough last night to drink yourself to stupor. Groaning, you reached for your pillow and instead your fingers threaded through long hair. Some part of you knew that you shouldn’t, but you still gripped tightly and pulled.

A loud yelp pierced through the air before a masculine voice began to curse. There was a sharp sting to the back of your hand and you hissed, pulling it back and cradling it to your chest.

Your eyes fluttering opened, you gave it a few seconds to fully focus on the person before you and you realized that you did not know him.

“Who are you?” you blurted out.

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.4]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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have you ever been in love? - reggie mantle

word count: 2.328 (oops)

warnings: swearing, i mention death like once

plot: a quiz about love makes reggie think about you

a/n: plot was inspired by this . i wanted to write something short and cute and now it’s 3am and i wrote this long ass thing

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“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d give you all a short, small quiz!”

The announcement was met with a collective groan.

“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke around.”

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Wait For It (M)

Anonymous Requested: Jungkook Royal AU
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Royalty AU 
Word Count: 11,013
Author’s Note: I pretty much took a whole day off from life to work on this, since I start school on Monday and wanted to try and get through as much writing as I can before hell starts.

Summary: As royalty, you were forced to be sent off and married to a prince of the neighboring kingdom to strengthen your country. But when you are betrothed earlier than you expected, you seek comfort in a random stranger until you realize that perhaps fate plays a bigger hand in things than you ever thought possible.

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For the record, you never asked to be a princess. Not that you think you would ever have had an upper hand in a situation like that in the first place, or that you expected things to be different if you could go back in time to watch your family history unfold. It’s just something that’s short, and simple, and a fleeting thought you ponder about on more than one occasion, which is certainly a lot more times than someone who was actually happy with their lives would think.

Now, it’s not that you’re ungrateful with the life you’ve been gifted with, you’re well aware of the luck you’ve received, because at the end of the day, it’s the kind of lifestyle that guarantees food upon the table. It promises a roof over your house during the night, during the rain or snow, (more than) comfortable clothing to keep you warm throughout the bitter winter. The gold and motivation and rule your family has over the kingdom is nothing to shy away from.

It just, it provokes a lot of… pressure in your system, in your heart and in your mind.

Most of these things sprout from your father, who is probably just as ruthless as he is caring and hard-working and passionate about the land he is expected to rule over with grace and respect and an equal amount of force to make sure the people of the kingdom didn’t take advantage of him. He’s always been a loving father, albeit expecting the most out of you between your two other siblings. As caring or thoughtful or empathetic has he could be, there were often moments in your life when your best was never good enough for him.

You’ve been taught since birth to follow the orders and rules set up by your father because, as so graciously pointed out by the servants the dusk and clean and care for you on more than one occasion, your father always did what he believed would be best for you. So every piano or violin or guitar lesson he ever made you take, those foreign language lessons, classes on discipline and how to look, think, behave like a princess—those were always for your own future benefit.

“Keep your back straight, shoulders back, smile pretty.”

Always cut small pieces of your meal. Take small sips of your drinks. Always remember to wipe your mouth with a napkin.”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

It’s not that you hate being a princess. You just hate having things being done for you, you hate how decisions and that free-will of choice and responsibility has been ever-so-graciously lifted off your shoulders as if these were things you would never have to burden yourself with. You hate not having a voice, your words drowned by the ones of your father or mother. Your existence has constantly been overshadowed by those greater than you could ever hope to be. You hate the role you have to play into society, how you had to spend your days dealing with other people’s problems. Shouldering a kingdom is no laughing matter, there are rules and regulations and decisions that constantly need to be made to ensure the safety and well-being of everyone who live within the borders. Your mere existence is to live for other people.

It’s exhausting.

But in spite of your feelings, you know that changing fate is practically impossible. So you roll with your father’s wishes, because you understand that this is duty you owe to your kingdom. Perhaps at the end of the day, it will truly never really matter what you desire. From the moment you were birth, your entire life story has already been written by you, the quill of ink belonging to your father and mother and every other person who thought they could know you better than you could ever know yourself.

You let yourself take everything in. You visit the nearby villages and listen to everyone’s problems, their hopes and wishes and promise to become stronger and stronger to help them. You take the lessons set up by your father. You keep your back straight, your eyes forward, your mouth shut. You accept the fancy parties and the wine, the dancing and the violins echoing through your ear, speaking only when you are spoken to. It’s torture, but you have to remind yourself that is it your duty, your obligation and your responsibility.

You even let your father tell you that there will come a day when you will be sent off to a predetermined prince in a neighboring kingdom, be married off into a family you don’t know and perhaps will never truly belong to—all for the benefit of your kingdom. You let him tell you this, and you accept it. You give yourself a few years to mentally prepare yourself, expecting your father at the very least to grant you this one wish.

A raised eyebrow. “But the prince could be ready to meet you any day now.”

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Bangtan Spells Compilation: Fights and Arguments.

Hello lovelies! It’s been a while since the last compilation, but here we are with one you will surely love. In this one we’ve gathered scenarios in which You and one of the boys are having a fight or an argument. We know you all love some drama, so here it is, enjoy!


Seokjin

  • Borderline: Seokjin’s ex comes back pretending to be pregnant to ruin your relationship and you breakup with him, he tries to convince you of the truth with the help of the boys. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • All that Remains: You break up just before Seokjin is going for tour so you leave things like that despite still loving each other, Jin is afraid of talking to you because he thinks you are mad, so the boys arrange for you to go to his birthday. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Running On Empty: You get jealous of Jin’s screen partner in a drama which winds up in Jin and you having a big fight.
  • Don’t You Remember: Jin and you got into a serious fight, while you try to cool off you take your daughter with you, but scared of a separation she seeks help from BTS to keep her parents together.  Genre: Family / Drama.
  • I Promise You Forever: Seokjin breaks up with you because of work but when you try to move on with another guy he tries to get you back. Genre: Romance / Drama.

Yoongi

  • Stay:  You meet Yoongi at the music shop where you work, since then he goes continuously to be able to see you, you want to be with him but just when your relationship gets serious you might have to go. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Edges You two are heirs of your companies and engaged because of it, there’s a love-hate relationship between you and a lot of tension because you love each other. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Unspoken:  You have a big fight when you tell Yoongi you don’t want children even though he wants a family, later you reveal you are afraid of him being an absent father. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • It Will Rain: Your family don’t approve of your relationship with Yoongi a famous rapper, when you go visit them he can’t stop himself from thinking someday you might not come back. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Let It Snow You want to celebrate Christmas big time but Yoongi isn’t very enthusiastic about it so you have a fight. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Safe Haven: You come from an abusive relationship, one time Yoongi and you are fighting and in the anger he lift his hand and you flinch, Yoongi realizes what is wrong and swears to protect you.
  • Heartstrings : You have a big fight because you feel neglected in the relationship, despite everything you want to be with him but Yoongi thinks he’s not good enough. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Dead Leaves: Yoongi is wrecked when you say you’re going to leave him because he’s not taking you seriously, later you find out you are pregnant. Genre: Angst / Romance.
  • In A Heartbeat: Yoongi and you were in a relationship but when you got pregnant you leave to not disturb his career, after three years you come back with a boy who looks like Yoongi.  Genre: Family / Drama.
  • Mad About You: Yoongi loses his cool when he gets jealous of one of your friends.
  • Wicked Games: Yoongi is a bad boy that wants you but all you do is argue until he starts to make you jealous with another girl. Genre: Romance.
  • Crash and Burn: You have an ugly fight after you miss a date so you don’t talk to each other for a few days until both of you give in. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Breathe Into Me: You have been keeping secrets from Yoongi, you have a huge fight because Yoongi thinks you are cheating on him, when you go out alone after that and your car breaks you get scared so you call Yoongi who gets very protective even more after hearing the truth of your secret. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Silent Treatment: You two are having a fight when he says something that hurts you so you give him the silent treatment and he tries to make it up. Genre:Romance.
  • Remains Of April: You get into an accident that causes you to forget everything from the past few years and still believe that you are dating Yoongi, he doesn’t remind you about the break up because he thinks this is his chance to start over. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Love Is Not Over: You are a writer that’s been given the opportunity to go to work to New York, doing that would mean fulfilling your dream, only that you’d have to give up on the love of your life, Yoongi. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Hidden Promises: Yoongi is neglecting you and your daughter because of his work, when he fails to go to the little girl’s ballet recital you decide it’s enough, you leave and decide to not talk to him until he reflects on his actions. Genre Family / Drama.
  • Harder To Breathe:  Yoongi snaps with anger and jealousy when Taehyung gets too touchy with you, afterwards you have a fight because of it. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • I Can’t Let You Go: Your relationship with Yoongi reaches a dead point, and then he gets in an scandal with a girl.  Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Everything To Him: Your ex is back in town and he insists in getting back with you, your boyfriend Yoongi is at first jealous and angry but then gets very protective when he discovers your ex is harassing you. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Two Faced Lovers: Yoongi and you hit it off right away after meeting, after getting pregnant he leaves and you abort, depressed and hopeless you start sleeping around to fill the void.  Genre: Angst / Drama.

Hoseok

  • Sweet Evening: You get jealous of one of his sister’s friends so you fight but it is also your anniversary. Genre: Romance.
  • The Girl Is Mine: You have a fight and break up because Hoseok is too jealous, later he protects you from a guy who was trying to touch you. Genre: Romance / Drama.

Namjoon

  • Worth Changing: Namjoon is always partying and drinking but he decides to change when his daughter is born. Genre: Family / Drama

Jimin

  • Clarity: You are in the E.R with another male idol, Jimin doesn’t like any of it. Genre Romance / Drama.
  • Leaked: You are doing a risky photoshoot with a male model, when pictures get leaked Jimin isn’t pleased. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Earned It: Jimin gets more than jealous when he sees you doing an overly sexy special dance stage with Hoseok. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Kindhearted: Jimin and you have just moved together when in one of the boxes he finds a photo album with pictures of your ex boyfriend, Jimin gets really jealous and confronts you to discover it not what it seems.
  • Bad Behavior: Jimin is the bad guy at school who wants to date you, but you are always judging him. One day he confesses after school. Genre: Romance. 
  • Come a Little Closer: You have a big fight with Jimin and don’t talk to him for a few days but even if you are upset you can’t spend too much time without talking to each other. Genre:Romance / Drama.

Taehyung

  • 11:11: Your relationship reaches a point where Taehyung makes a harsh decision. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Only You: Taehyung is jealous of your best friend, Park Jimin. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Severely: Taehyung and you are having trouble as a couple, one time you get home and see him kissing another girl. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • No One Else’s: Werewolf AU. Taehyung and you just found out you are mates, he’s very protective of you and very jealous of all the guys who you could be close with, but because of the past you are in a love-hate relationship with him. Genre: Romance.
  • Against All Odds: You are forced to marry each other, you really love him but he has a girlfriend. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Don’t Wish Is Over: You meet after two years of your breakup and you ask him to explain why everything ended. Genre: Romance / Drama.

Jungkook

  • Fools: The boys made a bet with Jungkook that he couldn’t date you, Jungkook won the bet and you guys became a couple with real feelings, after some time you find out about the bet. Genre: Romance / Drama
  • Be Mine: You’re best friends who secretly like each other, after an argument Jungkook gets distant and you are upset about no having by your side, until one day at school he pulls you with him and tells you his feelings.   Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • All Of Me: You are in your fourth year anniversary with Jungkook, you love him so you withstand how he neglects you but when he starts hanging out with a new girl you break down. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Lost Stars: Jungkook and you had a secret affair in school that ended up badly, a few years later you see each other again. Angst / Romance.
  • Still The One: When Jungkook reencounters with his first love he breaks up with you, but then he realizes his true feelings and wants you back. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Believe In Us: Jungkook is a popular student and you are a shy girl, when the rumor of him sleeping with someone else gets around Jungkook is expectant of your reaction. Romance / Drama.
  • Full OF Regret: Jungkook is having a hard time being a teen dad, one day you hear him saying he regrets meeting you. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Say Something: You are dating, but you’re so reserved one day he tells you he could be with anyone else because you don’t open up to him. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • If This Isn’t Love: You have a fight when you join the military and Jungkook doesn’t want you to leave. Genre: Angst / Romance.
  • Second Chances: Jungkook goes out to have fun but does something really dumb that he regrets so he tells his pregnant girlfriend.  Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Pick Up The Pieces: When Jungkook sees you he can’t believe it, later he finds out you have a child and he is the father. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Undercover Surprise: Jungkook is secretly filming Masked King and since you love the show he wants his appearance there to be a surprise so he sneaks out for filming but you start to suspect he’s cheating. Genre: Romance.
  • Jumping Into Conclusions: You think he’s cheating with you best friend but it turns out an entirely different thing. Genre: Romance / Drama.
Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.

Confession

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.

Request:  could you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a party so he has to come get her and take care of her 

Word Count: 3,790 (whoops)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing (lyk twice)

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RFA - Proposals!

✿ This is for @salarinnar​, who wrote, 

Hello! I love your writing style so I thought I’d donate! How about MC asking the RFA + the minor trio to marry her? With all that getting on one knee and giving them a proposal ring jazz. Bless u.:) 

Thanks so much! I actually did the minor trio proposing to MC awhile ago here, so here’s the rest of the RFA!

(If you’d like a guaranteed request fill, but me a coffee on my Ko-Fi!


Yoosung

  • His mother puts the idea in his head, asking him when he’s finally going to propose to that lovely person he’s been seeing for so long. Yoosung swallows, nervous – it’s not that he doesn’t’ want to marry you. In fact, he’s looking forward to it, and often daydreams about having a happily married existence like his own parents share. But… he’s just…
  • Worried. He’s scared that he won’t be the right kind of guy for you, and he’s worried that you’ve changed your mind and don’t love him as much as he loves you.
  • So he frets. He asks his mom about how his father proposed, he asks his LOLOL friends how they proposed – hell, he asks V how he proposed, being so desperate to get input that he’ll put aside his own feelings for the man.
  • He gets a variety of answers, files them away, and keeps thinking.
  • When he takes you out to romantic movies, he watches your reaction to the lovey-dovey scenes carefully, taking inspiration from what you say about how the characters handle their own proposals. He reads books, he browses forum threads… and he thinks and overthinks the matter, trying to figure out how to best ask for your hand.
  • Yoosung gets the ring while he’s STILL not sure how to propose to you, and as he’s walking home from the store, he gets a panicked call on his cell.
  • You’ve found a baby bird and it’s broken it’s WING and YOOSUNG HELP you DON’T’ WANT IT TO DIE, PLEASE COME QUICKLY.
  • (you’re crying, and so he runs.)
  • Using his veterinarian skills, Yoosung helps you save the bird’s life, and you’re just so… happy and thankful and you hug him, telling him that he’s the best, and Yoosung falls in love with you all over again. You’re so kind! You’re so gentle! You’re so loving!
  • You’re so kind to everyone, even the smallest of animals, and on complete impulse, he gets on one knee and busts out his newly acquired ring.
  • It’s poorly thought out. It’s spur-of-the-moment. But he’ll never forget the way you light up and hug him, saying “yes!” over and over.
  • The two of you laugh about it afterwards, and decide that was probably the most memorable way it could have happened.

Zen

  • Zen knows you are completely and entirely perfect and, therefore, he knows that his proposal to you needs to be completely and entirely perfect in return. How he achieves this Holy Grail of Marital Intent, though, is a matter of some internal debate.
  • He considers going to stereotypical route of wining and dining you, but that’s a.) not really very him and b.) he can’t think of any restaurant that matches up to the vivacity that is you. Besides, he’s not really on-the-ball on the whole… restaurant scene, being that he’s a loser who can barely keep anything more than beer in his fridge.
  • He also considers surprising you on a date, like – at the zoo, or the aquarium. Or maybe on television in front of thousands during one of his on-screen appearances? But then it’s pointed out to him that, oops, a public proposal basically pressures you into saying yes, doesn’t it? And, if you do say no, it’d open you up to the onslaught of thousands of his angry fans.
  • No. He wants this to be between you and him, where you make a decision about your future that he’ll respect and appreciate either way… so he thinks more, and decides to go back to the roots of your early relationship.
  • He decides to take you stargazing.
  • Zen parks his motorcycle in front of your apartment one night, furiously texting you and begging you to come outside for an impromptu date. He already kind of checked to make sure you didn’t have anything planned, but he’s still over the moon when you a.) don’t get mad he rolled up the street at 11PM and b.) he hadn’t given you any notice.
  • (he thought it would be more romantic like that.)
  • You come outside to find him with a picnic basket strapped to the back of his motorcycle and a big smile on his face, and shaking your head, you get on behind him and let him take you on whatever wacky adventure he has planned.
  • He takes you up to your special place in the mountains, his jacket protecting your body from the cold and his back shielding your face. You have your arms around him, and you’ve never felt someone’s warmth as intently as in that moment.
  • The basket is full of all of your favorite foods, no matter how ‘dumb’ and ‘unromantic’ they are. Do you get all of your nutritional content from potato chips? That is ok, Zen has packed all the best flavors. There’s also a blanket, which he spreads out for you, and you lie back and look at the perfectly clear, beautifully expansive sky.
  • You and Zen talk for awhile, pointing out constellations and making your own, when he gets quiet and reaches into his pocket for something. He starts talking about how big the world is, and how happy he found you – you’re like his north star in the darkness of the night. And then he turns on his side, opening the box and looking at you with complete and total sincerity.
  • Will you marry him? He asks, with only the chirping crickets and the sound of the wind for company.
  • Of course you say yes. How could you not? And when you put the diamond on your finger, you reach out to touch the sky, and admire how the stone looks like one of those stars glimmering above.

Jaehee

  • Jaehee takes you to the aquarium.
  • It’s an atypical spot, which makes since given that she’s an atypical woman. You’re kind of expecting that Jaehee is going to pop the question sometime soon, as she’s been asking about your feelings regarding the future, settling down, etc, but when she invites you out that cool, rainy Saturday, you don’t really expect it’s going to happen then.
  • She does it near the end of the day, after she’s taken you to the dolphin show and endured you stopping at every exhibit and pointing out which fish represented which members of the RFA. (She bust a gut laughing when you said the flounder was Jumin.) You’ve already had lunch, and are thinking about going when you stop in the shark room, which is more of a tunnel than a room, really. The walls are completely made of glass and, all around you, you can an awe-inspiring assortment of fish swimming around you (and above you!) in a mysterious room lit by an ethereal blue glow.
  • You find an empty spot to stand, and you press your hands against the glass, completely entranced. Jaehee watches your profile, and then taps twice on your shoulder, sinking onto one knee when you look down at her.
  • She tells you, as she presents a ring to you in the dim light, that her entire life… she’s felt like she’s been living in a fish-tank. Confined, restrained, where she’s just been surviving under people’s apathetic gazes. She’s never felt like she could explore. Never felt like she could go on an adventure, because her entire world was defined by walls of unbreakable glass.
  • …Until she met you.
  • Now she believes in things. Now she dreams. Now she smiles, laughs, and no longer feels like she’s just some specimen kept behind a cold, unfeeling wall. And – no matter what you say, yes or no – that knowledge will always stay with her.
  • Will you… accompany her beyond the glass walls you’ve helped her shatter? Together?
  • (In the flickering, wavering light, you smile as wide as the sun and say, yes.)

Jumin

  • It takes a little bit for Jumin to propose, and before he does so, he takes you on a whirlwind tour of the globe using his private jet and vast amounts of money.
  • You eat baguettes in France. You see the architecture of Prague. He takes you on a tour of the castles of Scotland, and says that one day, he’d like to build one for Elizabeth the III. You go see the mountains of Iceland and the parks of Oslo, the beaches of Bermuda and see the sunset off the coast of Fiji. You sip margaritas, daiquiris, and pina coladas, you go horseback riding, you take pottery classes with Jumin and laugh as you make mistakes.
  • You go to art exhibits. Concerts. You go to parties and meet people, and you drag Jumin out on forest hikes in the dim, lonely woods. You see snow, rain, sunshine, you go to street markets and film festivals – you even go fishing with him and watch him pay a five-star chef to prepare what he caught into a delectable dish for the local catlife.
  • The two of you go to Istanbul, a land famous for its large population of street cats, and Jumin is content in a land that’s devoted to his favorite feline friends.
  • And… at the end of it, on a quiet, deserted beach at the end of the day, he pops the question.
  • He wanted you to see the world before he asked you to marry him, because he doesn’t want you to ever feel confined when you’re with him. He wanted you to know what’s out there before you settled down, and now that you’ve gotten a taste of so much the earth has to offer…
  • Do you want to stay with him still?
  • You say yes, saying that – while travelling was fun – it wouldn’t have been half as amazing without him there by your side. Wanting to go feed cats, falling off his horse, sharing food with him and laughing… The world’s amazing, yes, but it’s twice as amazing when you get to experience it with him.
  • For once in his life, Jumin is chosen because he is him, and because he made your travels worthwhile… and he smiles, thanking God once more that he got a chance to experience what life is like with you.

Seven

  • This man has an entire notebook full of ideas on how to propose to you.
  • There are so many good options! In the climactic moment of an epic laser-gun battle? Waved in the sky on the banner of a sport-class airplane? Using a small army of drones? Via youtube video? Oh man, he could do the classic “write it using the high-scores on an arcade machine”… but is that too cliché, by this point?
  • He only gets one chance to propose, so he should make it th-
  • Wait.
  • Who, exactly, said he had only one chance to propose?
  • (Seven sits down and begins to imagine the possibilities.)
  • He launches off the 2017 “War of Proposals” through a singing telegram delivered by a man cosplaying as Starshine Nyah-Nyah (from your favorite magical girl anime). Said war is a contest of strength, skill, and one-uppmanship, where the both of you compete to give the other more elaborate and unexpected proposals until one of you emerges the victor – and is allowed to have the “canon” one true proposal.
  • HELL YES, you say, and begin to plot.
  • You propose to him at the pool, by getting a dance studio to perform a choreographed routine in the water which ends up spelling out, “Please marry me!”
  • He proposes to you in the movie theatre, where he rents out adspace that he uses to play a video he’s constructed where he waxes eloquent about how amazing you are.
  • You propose to him in the air and space museum, where you drop out of one of the airplanes with an explosion of balloons and the words, “Seven, will you marry me?” emblazoned on your face like war paint.
  • He proposes to you by paying a bunch of newbies in LOLOL to die with their corpses spelling out “Will you spend your life with me?”
  • You continue to trade blows like this for an entire month. Television, radio, the internet – everywhere, there are traces of your continual war. It isn’t until he takes you on a trip to New York and then hacks into the Time Square billboards to deliver his heartfelt and impassioned request that he finally wins, because you cannot think of a way to one-up that.
  • You do, however, help Seven evade the cops after that, which he is content to call a “draw” in the end.
  • (The two of you were so busy plotting that neither actually bought a ring, so you go to the jewelry store and chose matching ones together.)
sentence prompts
  1. “What if I say no?”
  2. “Get out.”
  3. “I dreamed of you last night.”
  4. “I don’t know if you noticed… but we’re in a party”
  5. “You can dance with me… if you want!”
  6. “DON’T LOOK!!”
  7. “I think people hug at this point.”
  8. “I’ll take you.”
  9. “Why didn’t you call me?”
  10. “Would you stop that?!”
  11. “I loved you.”
  12. “Yeah I was there.”
  13. “Don’t say that.”
  14. “I’ll take the couch.”
  15. “You lied to me.”
  16. “Maybe you didn’t love me after all.”
  17. “Take my hand.”
  18. “SO… you think I’m hot?”
  19. “What are you doing?””Hiding.”
  20. “Let’s run. Together.”
  21. “Wow! you’re good at this!”
  22. “I think we should stop seeing each other.”
  23. “You have a picture of me? On your fridge?” 
  24. “Do I know you?”
  25. “I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!”
  26. “Did I just say that?”
  27. “Breathe, okay? Just breathe.”
  28. “Stand behind me.”
  29. “But I don’t want to leave.”
  30. “Tell me a secret.”
  31. “DON’T PRetend with me!!”
  32. “I saw you, right there.”
  33. “I-I just wanted to say that I uh, I missed you.”
  34. “I’m not lying.”
  35. “You look… okay. I MEAN-”
  36. “I knew I’d find you here.”
  37. “You still remember?”
  38. “I guess I just wanted to know if you missed me.”
  39. “All I needed was my friend.”
  40. “I like your new place.”
  41. “You left!”
  42. “Do you know any jokes?”
  43. “Are you hungry?”
  44. “I’m not supposed to be here.”
  45. “Do I even wanna know?!”
  46. “Take me home… please?”
  47. “Hey just be cool.”
  48. “You have pretty hands.”
  49. “I’m sorry.”
  50. “Sorry I woke you up.”
  51. “It’s about to rain, get inside.”
  52. “So… friends?”
  53. “I’m his/her best friend.”
  54. “I got you, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
  55. “We can leave, you know?”
  56. “Did I interrupt something?”
  57. “I’m trying, okay?”
  58. “OH MY GOD YOUR EYES!!!”
  59. “Why didn’t you ask me instead?”
  60. “Sing to me.”
  61. “What’s my prize?”
  62. “I don’t want to see you anymore.”
  63. “You’re so cute!!!”
  64. “I was trying to protect you.”
  65. “I’ll kill you.”
  66. “And then you laughed.”
  67. “I didn’t know where to go to.”
  68. “I was having a nightmare.” 
  69. “I know this song.”
  70. “I need someone to hear me.”
{Special} College!AU Shownu
  • major: statistics 
  • minor: business management 
  • sports: star quarterback of the uni’s football team!!! 
  • clubs: joined math club and at first everyone was like,,,,,are you in the right place??? but shownu was just like “i like math.” and opened up his stat textbook and started doing worksheets for fun. also it’s not a club, but he’s the RA of his dorm floor
  • first things first: everyone always gets the wrong impression of him. like,,,,,,,when they see him in the halls or walking on campus their first thought is like “oh. he’s totally an athlete.” which is correct,,,,but then they’re like “he got in on a sports scholarship,,,,,he probably isn’t that smart,,,,,,,doesn’t he rely only on his muscles?”
  • WELL WRONG
  • shownu is incredibly smart and when people ask what his major is, expecting to hear him say something like “undecided” shownu very calmly and clearly goes “statistics. mathematics is thrilling to me.” with the most serious expression
  • that if you didn’t know him all that well you’d think he was like??? mocking uptight math majors???? but he’s not,,,,,,,,,,he really actually loves math
  • and he’s so naturally gifted at it that he ended up having to do an independent study on probable theory because,,,,,probably theory I and II were too easy for him,,,,,,,
  • the stat teachers absolutely love him because he’s so forward and realistic about everything, he like,,,,,,,,he embodies math
  • i know that sounds funny to say given that he towers over everyone in his class, has shoulders as broad as the ocean, and can probably lift three desks up in one hand 
  • but the way he does things, methodically and without error,,,,,almost robotic,,,,,,is very,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Math
  • but don’t get me wrong, shownu has his charms
  • he’s actually super,,,,,like,,,,,,fatherly like he’s the parent friend of his group because he’s so realistic
  • but it can also be kind of funny because wonho and minhyuk will be talking about a party the sociology majors want to throw and shownu will be like “as long as everyone is back at the dorm by 11.”
  • and maybe it’s the RA in him speaking but minhyuk is just like “shownu,,,,,it’s a party,,,,,,it starts at 11 not ends at 11″ and shownu is like “that isn’t a good idea if you have morning class. don’t you have morning class minhyuk? i would recommend you not go to the party, you get grouchy with no sleep.”
  • and he means it with the best intentions but he sounds like a dad from a movie policing his young son and minhyuk is like I DO NOT GET GROUCHY and wonho is laughing his ass off like minhyuk,,,,,,shownu’s right you’ll just throw a fit in the morning and minhyuk is like no wonho not you too what are you my parenTS
  • it’s also really cute that shownu loves to like,,,,do housework. he’s pretty good at cooking (he calls his mom when he needs a recipe or hyungwon bothers him enough to get him to cook something specific) and he likes keeping things clean
  • sometimes people find him with his glasses on, studying a cookbook that’s called like ‘housewives homey hotpot recipes’ wearing an apron he got as a gift from jooheon and it’s just,,,,,,,endearing
  • because under that he’s got like sweats on with a fitted t-shirt and there’s his muscles,,,,,,you know Being Big 
  • one of the football players on the team joked that shownu should bake some cookies for them if they won the nationals and when they did shownu actually baked a whole bunch of them
  • and they were really good
  • even the coach complimented them
  • and like no offense but whoever said boys can’t be athletic but also adorable-y good at frosting cookies into the shape of little footballs was a liar. shownu exists 
  • most often, when no one is looking, shownu can let himself go a little and like im not saying he breaks out into song in the middle of his dorm dancing to shakira’s hips don’t lie like there’s no tomorrow
  • but if ioi’s pick me comes up on the TV and no one is around to watch like,,,,,,,,,,perhaps he does the choreography JUST A BIT 
  • shownu doing the pick me dance while flipping pancakes though anyWAY
  • he’s an all-around amazing student, athlete, and friend. like he can juggle practicing for a game, data analysis homework, and making sure changkyun doesn’t bring anything from lab into his dorm all at once,,,,,,,,we should all strive to be students like him
  • calls his mom every weekend and tells her everything he did to the last detail like,,,,,,,,,what an actual big soft teddy bear
  • but yes you,,,,,,,,,don’t know shownu at all really. like the mathematics department is far from your department and you’ve never really crossed paths with him
  • you have seen his photo all over the school website, seeing as though he’s always there in some article about football
  • and you don’t really care, even though every one of your friends is always going on about how dreamy of man the star quarterback of the uni really is
  • but you don’t have much time, you’ve been juggling a whole bunch of schoolwork and whatnot that dating,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,is that,,,,
  • plus big guys into sports were always loud and too self confident (from what you saw in movies) so you weren’t exactly interested in getting to know more about him
  • speaking of juggling a lot,,,,,you also had another worry on your mind aside from school work and that happened to be the stray kitten you’d found outside the uni’s library over a week ago
  • luckily the weather had been nice and clear so you’d been able to safely sneak over to feed the little kitten during the night 
  • always apologizing to it that you couldn’t take it inside with you, your RA would have your neck if you got caught with an animal
  • but see,,,,,,,this weekend it was supposed to rain. like,,,,,,really hard
  • there was a weather alert on all the roadways and people with saturday classes were all whining about how they’d have to make a dash through the storm to get across campus for class
  • but all your mind fixated on was,,,,,,,,the kitten in that little flimsy cardboard box wouldn’t last out in such heavy rain
  • so even if your RA found out,,,,you were sure that maybe MAYBE you could smuggle the little guy in through your hoodie and keep him inside until the rain passed. then you planned on putting up posters to see if anyone had lost him
  • so, on the evening before the big weekend storm you threw on the biggest hoodie you can find, take some canned cat food as bait, and go out to collect the little guy 
  • thankfully when you got there it looked like no one had yet found him,,,, you could hear his little mewing from the box and you were like hey!!! im glad you’re ok, taking out the food and opening it up
  • but before you could put the can into the box you felt someone behind you, their shadow towering over yours and you froze
  • “what are you doing?”
  • they asked slowly and you were like shit ,,,,,,,shit is it an RA??? slowly you turned and in the slight darkness you couldn’t see exactly who it was
  • but then the person was leaning over, their big hand going toward the box with the kitten 
  • and you grabbed their hand, trying to wrench it away but,,,,,,,,,,,,,you literally couldn’t it was like grabbing a wall why heck were they so strong??
  • but they weren’t shaking you off either and when you locked eyes with this huge, strong person you were like wait -
  • what
  • and the boy looking back at you,,,,,,you’d seen that face before but where,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SHOWNU???
  • and he blinks, looking down at your hand still around his wrist and you’re like UM and you drop it and you’re like “plEASe,,,,,,don’t take the kitten away the storm tomorrow is coming and i just want to keep it safe please don’t hu,,,,,,hurt it,,,,,”
  • and shownu tilts his head and he’s like “hurt it? i was going to take it back to my dorm.”
  • and you’re like ??????? excuse me no I was going to take it back to my dorm
  • but you’re not about to say that to this tall, muscular man 
  • and you’re like “o-oh,,,,,,,,well i,,,,i also,,,,,want,,,,,,wanted,,,,,to take it,,,,,,um,,,,,,,”
  • and you kind of shuffle a bit, feeling uncomfortable because again : you’re alone with this person who could overpower you and it’s just natural to be afraid
  • but then you see shownu carefully pick up the kitten, sitting back on his knees and holding it against his chest
  • and it’s so tiny,,,,,,,,it fits into his palm
  • and he’s like “i didn’t know someone else knew about him” and you’re like,,,,,oh ive known for a week,,,,,,but i didn’t know if i should bring him to a shelter or if someone lost him so,,,,,
  • and shownu nods and he’s like “would it be better if i took him or you” and you’re like “how much of an micromanager is your RA?” and shownu is “im the RA of my floor”
  • and you’re like WELL THEN YOU WIN MY RA WOULD MURDER ME FOR HAVING A PET
  • and shownu can tell by the look on your face when he gets up is one that clearly says ‘i don’t want to part ways with this adorable kitten’ 
  • and so he puts out his hand and he’s like “,,,,,,,,wanna hold him a bit”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,yes,,,,and you cuddle the little guy up to your chest and you’re like “oh, take this!” and you use your free hand to pass shownu the cat food you’d brought along and you’re like “that way you don’t have to buy another one for tomorrow ^^”
  • and since it’s dark and you’re cooing at the kitten you don’t see how shownu holds the can, looking up at you rather softly because of how sweet that was of you
  • but when you pass him the kitten back you sigh and you’re like “ill trust you with him, but after the storm,,,,,,,i was thinking of making lost flyers for him or something,,,,”
  • shownu doesn’t say anything, but he nods.
  • opening up his hoodie, you see that he’s got a white sleeveless tank under it and once again there are those damn muscles everyone always drooling about
  • ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and they do look nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • aNYWAy 
  • and he like puts the kitten in the pocket of the tank and you’re like it’s so small it fits or maybe it’s because the shirt is large because shownu is large???? whatever he’s the math major here
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,ill be going then”
  • and shownu is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,after the storm,,,,,you’ll see him again”
  • and you don’t know if he’s like offering for you to come and see the kitten or if he’s just making a statement but suddenly some of the fear and nervousness you had about him and his ,,,, largeness,,,,, is gone
  • like,,,,,,,,,,,you can’t believe this but is shownu,,,,,,,the shownu from the football team who you’d assume would be cocky and mean,,,,,,,,is actually a Softie
  • (ding ding ding HE IS A SOFTIE)
  • and although you spend the weekend trying to finish up an essay and a project proposal ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shownu holding that small kitten in his arms keeps flashing through your memory
  • and on monday you can’t help but subconsciously look for him everywhere, even making a purposeful trip toward the math department
  • when suddenly, just as you’re about to give up and head to dorms you feel someones hand on your shoulder
  • and you nEARLY juMP out of your skin with shock but then you hear a familiar, slightly monotone voice go
  • “the kitten is ok, do you want to see him?”
  • and you turn to see shownu, dressed up in a suit, hair slicked back and a briefcase in his other hand and you’re like,,,,,,,????????? 
  • and you can’t help but be like “a-are you going to work?”
  • and he’s like “my minor is business management. there was a mock interview today.”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,fancy,,,,,,but also why is that suit so fitted ok not the point the kitten THE KITTEN
  • and you’re like “where is he? did you put him back near the library?”
  • and shownu shakes his head and motions for you to follow him and you figure out quite quickly that you’re going over to the dorms and you’re like ??? “is the kitten still in your room”
  • and shownu, who heads for the stairs of his building nods and you’re like gdi the elevators work fine but ok
  • and when you get to his room, the door is open and you’re surprised to see that the room is really clean,,,,,,,,,like way cleaner than your dorm
  • and shownu sets down the briefcase and takes off the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down 
  • and you’re like,,,trying not to stare, looking at everything else except him
  • and he pulls the little cardboard box off his desk and into his lap and picks the kitten up and you can see that the little guy is happy
  • meowing out loud and nuzzling its tiny face against shownu’s hand
  • and shownu holds it out and he’s like “here”
  • and you take the kitten, sitting down on the bed beside him and you’re like “it looks like he’s gaining weight!!! im so happy he’s healthy,,,,,”
  • and you see from the corner of your eye, a small smile tug at shownu’s lips
  • and then you see how the corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit along with the happy expression on his face
  • and wow ok everything you said before about not finding him adorable ,,,,,, weLL ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you’re startled when you hear someone come in and another boy is like “oh hyung, am i interrupting something?”
  • and shownu gets up and he’s like “jooheon, this is the other person who took care of the stray with me”
  • and you put down the kitten to introduce yourself to jooheon who looks you up and down and then shifts his eyes to shownu
  • and he’s like quiet for a moment before going “,,,,,,,,,,,,are you two a thing?”
  • and you’re like WHAT and shownu, with no change in expression is like “what do you mean?”
  • and jooheon looks to you for an answer (since his hyung is really so damn dense) and you’re like “n-n-n-no we just met on friday,,,,im just here to see the kitten,,,,,,”
  • and jooheon, who seemingly has a sparkle in his eye is like “huh, so how do you like shownu?” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s??????/nice
  • and shownu is like why are you asking them that
  • and jooheon just shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets and he’s like “that kitten is lucky to have two caring parents like you”
  • and you’re like PARENTS and shownu is like “kittens can’t have human parents”
  • and jooheon is like i gtg see minhyuk and kihyun right now immediately and you’re like who???? and jooheon is already gone as shownu sits back down on the bed and is like “he’s going to go gossip, ignore it”
  • and you’re like gossip???? about????/ us???????? oh my g OD??
  • but shownu is back to mindlessly playing with the kitten and tbh who cares about anything when there is a kitten involved
  • and somehow at the end of this, you find yourself with shownu’s number in your phone and you guys agree on planning someway to get this kitten back to their owners or to a good shelter
  • and you find yourself texting him,,,,,,,,,,about other things as well
  • maybe it’s because one day he asks ‘have you eaten’ and you end up asking about his mock interviews and stat homework
  • and shownu isn’t much of a talker, his texts are rather short and to the point too
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,,, shownu is an extremely good caretaker
  • like whenever you’re over to see the kitten and work on making flyers with him
  • shownu makes sure you’re not hungry or too cold or too hot and if he plays music he keeps the volume low so as to not disturb you and he’s always telling you to sit at his desk and work on a flyer while he takes the uncomfortable floor
  • and he even starts to pick up on your habits like,,,,,you always forget your phone under your bag before you leave and he’s gotten into routine of picking it up off the desk and slipping it into your bag before you go
  • and he tells you that he bought the same brand of cat food you get for the kitten since you always bring it over
  • and then he tells you to work hard for your test coming up that you told him like a week ago
  • and shownu,,,,,before he even knows it himself jooheon is sitting with him in the dorm one night as shownu is finishing up the last flyer of his
  • and jooheon is like “you really like them right?”
  • and shownu is like “they’re a kind person”
  • and jooheon rolls his eyes and is like “yes, but you like them,,,,,,,a lot.”
  • and shownu stops coloring and he’s like “no i don’t.”
  • and jooheon nearly drops his phone on his face laughing and he’s like “hyung, you’re literally drawing cartoon kittens for this person and you even bought snacks that they like for when they come over. you like them.”
  • shownu kind of just looks down at the coloring pencil in his hand. ‘lost cat’ written in bold letters, clumsy kitten faces he’s been trying to get better at drawing scribbled across the paper
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • and you don’t want to admit it to yourself but god you even find yourself looking over at the football field as you’re walking past it to get off campus and go into the city to hang up flyers
  • and you can hear the coach yell from so far away and,,,,,,you can see him. shownu,,,,,in his uniform running across the field
  • and he looks amazing in the uniform and you’re like “Get IT TOGETHER” @ yourself 
  • and you focus on putting up the flyers
  • but that night you get a text for shownu and it’s like “were you ok today?”
  • and you’re like yeah!! i put up a lot of flyers but there’s some more left over that i want to put around campus too
  • and shownu texts back that he’ll help you and that you guys should meet at 1 tomorrow
  • and you get up immediately because right. you need to wear something nice,,,,,,,or do you,,,,,,,,,,,it’s just shownu,,,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,,
  • and you get back into bed and you’re like it’s nothing. you two are just hanging out because of this kitten that’s it
  • but when you see shownu waiting for you, leaning against the wall of the library in casual ripped up jeans, white t-shirt and bedhead hair you’re like oooooohhhhh here we go again with my heart skipping a beat and whatnot
  • and you go around campus with him and people are doing doubletakes, but shownu seems used to the attention and you get the remaining flyers up when suddenly shownu is like “we should put one up there at the top of the bulletin but i can’t reach”
  • and you’re like well if you can’t reach neither can i
  • and shownu is like “get on my shoulders.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hold up 
  • and he’s like crouching down and patting his back and you’re turning a bit red
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,,don’t think-”
  • but he’s seriously not getting back up and you’re like, taking a breath and you’re like ok. it’ll be fast,,,,,
  • but wow ok getting on his shoulders and feeling his strong arms lock around you safely like GOD dammit why is he a perfect strong person
  • and you tape up the flyer and shownu lets you down so gently
  • and you’re just so embarrassed and flustered and shownu is like “we’re all done.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,  “th–thank you for,,,,,,,all your help” and shownu is like “we found him together, we should take care of him together”
  • and you’re like TO g,,,,ether,,,,but you’re also like yeah!!!! but in your head you’re like after we find his owner though,,,,won’t that together not be important anymore??
  • but shownu puts down his head suddenly and he’s like “jooheon told me something funny.”
  • and you’re like ??? “like a joke?” and shownu is still not looking up at you and he’s like 
  • “,,,,,,,,he told me i liked you”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,um do you?
  • and shownu, running his hand through his hair picks up his head and is like ,,,,,,,,,,, “would that be alright?”
  • and he looks like a little shy kitten himself, his shy smile, his usually hard to read expression soft and his voice shaking just ever so slightly even though it’s usually deep and clear
  • and you want to be like is it alright????? it’s great????? it’s the best thing in the WORLD
  • but you’re also like i need to compose myself and you’re like “of course, is it,,,,,,alright if i like you too?”
  • and shownu straightens up, nodding slowly and you’re like WELL,,,,,that’s good it’s alright for both of us that’s,,,,a+,,,,,
  • but then you feel shownu’s hand against your cheek and you’re like oh what is he- is he going to kiss-
  • but before he can even lean in he stops and is like “no no no we shouldn’t in public”
  • and you stop for a second before bursting into giggles because fkhdsd how is he so shy and proper ,,,, it’s college everyone’s practically in each others pants all the time but,,,,,,,,it’s nice
  • and when shownu and you get back to his dorm, shownu announces that he’s going to kiss you for real this time
  • and you’re like you don’t have to say it,,,,you can just do it and he’s like im sorry i just wanted to check and you’re like ksdhgjfs how are you SO CUTE
  • and you feel so safe and protected when he pulls you into his arms by your waist and nuzzles his nose against yours before softly pressing his lips to your own
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,,,,he’s so,,,,,,,,careful with how he kisses it’s like he doesn’t want to break you
  • and you literally have to be the one to take the lead and shownu when he pulls back has got wide eyes and you’re like “too much??” but he just shakes his head and leans in again
  • jooheon walks in on you two basically making out and he’s like “i KNEW IT” and you want to say something but shownu is too busy telling jooheon to get out while also trying to pull your shirt back down
  • and it’s a mess
  • but do believe the entire campus knows two seconds later that you and shownu are an Item
  • mostly because jooheon looked so giddy that kihyun was just like “oh shownu is dating now?” and jooheon was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING
  • and kihyun was like ur face gave it away loser
  • and you get a flurry of texts from literally everyone you know on campus demanding you tell them the story of how you met and how in the world you scored THE QUARTERBACK of the uni’s basketball team
  • and you’re like “we meet,,,,,,,because we’re both good people also yes he’s the quarterback but did you know he’s a stat major and also a pretty ok cook he’s actually a lot more than just a buff dude appreciate my MAN”
  • and you both still concentrate on hoping to find the owner of the lost kitten,,,,and it’s only after you get a call from a very VERY happy mother saying she’d been looking for her daughters kitten who managed to escape only days after they’d brought her home
  • do you and shownu succeed in your mission to save the kitten and celebrate with a cute date to the nearby diner were you sit beside him, his arm around your shoulder and you feed him fries and you guys look through the pictures you’d taken of the kitten before you gave him back to the mom
  • and shownu has a lot of games thanks to how popular the uni’s football team is and even though you’ve never been a big fan of the sport - you go whenever you can and watch shownu intently, getting worked up when he falls over or gets tackled
  • and when you see him after, you practically push through the crowds to get to him
  • and when you do, he has to literally catch you because you’re like “are you hurt???? im so worried that tackle looked so painful???”
  • and shownu just smiles, kissing your forehead and telling you he’s fine
  • but shownu does the same with you,,,,,tbh if he doesn’t see you for a week and you finally meetup just to cuddle under the blankets and study for your classes you hear him whisper against your hair
  • that you’re so important, and that not having you near him makes him feel like he can’t be completely calm
  • that you relax him, with kisses to his lips that remind him that you’re ok
  • and it’s minhyuk who remembers you and shownu’s 100th day and he gets everyone together to throw you guys a surprise party
  • and you and shownu both have no clue until you walk into the common room and the lights come up and there’s wonho in a party hat, kihyun throwing confetti in your face and hyungwon holding a cake. jooheon puts headbands with hearts on them on your head and changkyun puts on some sappy love song and everyone is chanting that you two kiss
  • and you’re both like “we forgot today was our 100th dat” and minhyuk is like LMAO BUT I DIDNT NOW KISS wonho get the camera ready
  • and it’s cute you and shownu kiss, getting embarrassed because it’s infront of everyone while jooheon is like “they didn’t look that embarrassed when i walked in on the- ok hyung please don’t kill mE”
  • and you guys are supposed to cut the cake but you get some icing on shownu’s cheek and he puts some on your nose
  • and you guys even up with a mess
  • but it’s fun, all your friends and his friends are there supporting you
  • and, like the good RA he is, shownu ends the party before midnight and minhyuk is like “dammit i wanted to karoke love will go on for you two but whatever”
  • and once everyone is gone jooheon ‘casually’ lets shownu know that he’ll be staying over at minhyuk’s place tonight
  • and shownu is holding you as you’re together in his dorm,,,,and you’re like “a good RA should tell me i can’t be here,,,,,,,,” and shownu is like “i don’t want to be a good RA, right now”
  • and tbh,,,,,,shownu is strong and looks like he could break wood with his hand but his touch is literally the most tender,,,,,,compassionate,,,,,feeling
  • and his lips over yours makes you feel that he’s kissing a treasure, something so sacred and important
  • and you really feel connected to him because shownu never lets your hand go
  • and after he’s kissing up your jaw, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead
  • and you just can’t with how amazing he is you literally get on top and start kissing him again and shownu is like!!!!!!!!!!! but he isn’t going to say no,,,,,,,he really loves your enthusiasm
  • and you wear shownu’s jersey as a joke one day but shownu seriously gets addicted to the sight and keeps trying to get you to wear it again
  • and you guys aren’t a PDA, loud couple you’re just subtle and caring and shownu prioritizes you like the angelic boyfriend he is
  • and you’ll be like “oh i really crave korean food” and shownu will be like “korean food it is” and changkyun is like “i want burger-” and shownu is like “korean food changkyun, korean. food.”
  • and you’re like im sorry to changkyun as shownu takes your hand and changkyun is just like,,,,,,,we’re not shownu’s number ones anymore sniffles
  • even if you don’t do sports you got a matching tracksuit with shownu and he would most definitely be like “let’s start working out together”
  • except his routine could kill any normal person and so you’re like “please spare me, but i will try my best”
  • shownu really loves going to the beach but everytime you guys go as a group he’s like “wear a hoodie”
  • and you’re like “it’s 90 degrees out”
  • and shownu is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “still. put a towel over yourself” and you’re like oh my god
  • studies his stat homework in his sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, shownu please shush
  • the kind of boyfriend where even if you burnt all the food you made him he’d eat it with a smile and ask for more and you’re his absolute everything. you’re his warmth
  • (literally called you the warmth of his heart and hyungwon was like bro,,,,,that’s so poetic,,,,,,,,,,,i never knew you had it in you) 

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‘Why Don’t You Kiss Her?’

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: April 12th, 2017
Warnings: Shy Bucky. Fluffy Bucky. 
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
AN: LOOK WHO FINALLY WAS ABLE TO POST SOMETHING!!! Confession, I have some Jesse McCartney on my playlist–this is one of his songs. I am unashamed to admit that I love this song! I first heard it when I watched Kim Possible So The Drama and have been hooked ever since!

‘Why Don’t You Kiss Her’ : Jesse McCartney (the lyrics will be typed in the fic, but if you wanna listen to it!)


“Bucky!!” (Y/N) squealed followed by loud giggles that echoed throughout the compound. Bucky’s fingers were wiggling as he stalked her around the couch with a mischievous grin on his face. The two of them were playing cat and mouse around the room, as Bucky’s hat was clenched in her hands and being held to her chest. (Y/N)’s giggles were being fought back behind her captured lip as she watched every movement Bucky was making. Deep down she knew he could easily capture her, but Bucky never did. He enjoyed dragging this sort of thing out. 

“Come on, doll, gimme my hat back. Then aaaaallllll this will be over.” His Brooklyn accent seeping through his charming smirk as he slowly began circling her again. 

She giggled and shook her head, “How about a trade? Give me phone back and then I will give you, your hat back.” Her feet moving slowly in circles making sure her back is never towards Bucky. 

“Well, that is what you get for sneaking Snapchat pictures of me with those animated features covering my face!” He chuckled at her, mentally planning his attack, “You turned me into a cat!” Tilting his head at her with a smile, “Then made my head into a cookie! That ain’t cool, darlin.” His smile growing as (Y/N) began laughing again, “Annnnddd let us not forget you did that FaceSwap thing–you put Sam’s face on mine!” Pointing his metal finger at her. 

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