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jakeburnsthings  asked:

I'd just like to say: Chloe coming into the Dupain-Cheng bakery specifically when Marinette's on cash register duty and asks the names of pastries she already knows but just wants to hear Marinette talk, and eventually Marinette catches on but does nothing because she enjoys talking to Chloe

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….goddammit

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Sabine smirked as she pulled a tray of croissants from the oven. “Marinette. I think your favorite customer is here.”

Marinette finished tying her apron behind her back and was pulling her hair up and away from her face as she got ready for her register shift. “Who now?”

Sabine jutted her chin towards the front of the bakery and Marinette followed her gaze, allowing herself a sigh and a small smirk when she saw who was meandering near the counter. “Stop teasing, maman.”

“It’s not teasing,” Sabine said. “She comes only on the days when you’re working and seems rather enchanted with all of our palmier flavors. Moreso than anyone else I’ve ever seen…”

“Oh hush, maman!” Marinette blushed, gently tapping her mother’s shoulder. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Don’t keep the poor thing waiting,” Sabine smiled as she carried the croissants to the counters in the back. “She must be eager to see you if she came right when your shift started.”

Marinette puffed her cheeks out and headed to the counter where Chloe Bourgeois was waiting, leaving her mother laughing and grinning behind her. 

It started when Chloe had to come into the bakery to order a huge commission of mini-cupcakes for a dinner she and her father were holding. Because Chloe loved being difficult, Marinette had to take out all of their sample books, explain all of their flavors, all of their frostings, all of their fillings, and all of their options for garnishes for close to twenty-five minutes before Chloe was satisfied. Marinette thought Chloe was making her explain herself so much for the sake of being annoying until she came in the next day asking for detailed descriptions of all the chocolate cakes they had on display for no other reason aside from her being “curious about your selection of dark chocolates.” Marinette’s father was too close by at the time for her to tell Chloe to buzz off, so she humored her for twenty minutes before Chloe settled with just buying a regular old palmier and left without buying a single cake. 

It was maddening, and for the next couple of weeks Chloe would come into the bakery when Marinette was working and ask her to rattle off all that she knew about their pastries, breads, cakes, rush orders, and catering plans….only to leave without having bought anything she had shown such a deep interest in. 

It was ridiculous to think Chloe had a passion for baked goods, otherwise she’d bother her parents about this. It wasn’t as if Chloe was using this as an opportunity to make fun of Marinette seeing how she was oddly quiet and attentive whenever Marinette spoke. It wasn’t until last week that Marinette had finally picked up on the obvious. 

Chloe came just to hear Marinette talk. 

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Good 'ol Days

Parings: Issac Lahey x Reader
Notes: “could you do an Isaac Lahey oneshot of him dating reader before he became a werewolf? he’s such a little puppy in need of comfort and love, maybe some cute fluff with pre wolf Isaac?”
Warnings: None
Word Count: 838

Originally posted by dead-allison-argent

Another boring day at school, as always. Your classes seemed particularly long today, each time you would look to the small clock in the class room it seemed to be stuck in the same position. You went through the same routine for each class; jot down a few notes here and there, take the occasional test and, if at all possible, have a quick nap.

“Luckily for you, today was a Friday, which meant no school for a whole two days. You didn’t have to worry about getting up early to make yourself somewhat presentable, but you still had work. It was highly annoying to you, and it was one of the things you hated about the weekends. However, the only thing that always seemed to make the entire week bearable was your extremely lovable, scarf wearing boyfriend, Issac Lahey.

"Hello, y/n.” Issac greeted you with a kind smile as you walked out of your last class, his long arms pulling you closer to him briefly before he reached for your hand. “Hey babe!” You grinned up at him as you pressed against your toes, placing a short kiss to his lips before pulling him down the hallway and towards the schools exit.

“Do you have anything planned for the rest of the day?” You asked him as you swung an arm around his waist, peering up to him with a smile still on your lips. Issac shook his head in reply as the two of you walked away from the school, breathing in the fresh air before responding. “Not really,” He shook his head. “I was… well I was hoping that we could maybe… go on a small date before you went to work.”

Your smile widened, if that was possible, at your boyfriends suggestion, and you nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, Issac!” You beamed as you jumped a bit to kiss his cheek, a red tint filling them as you did so. “I would really love that.”

Issac nodded his head, an amused smile coming to his lips as he watched you skip a little bit ahead of him. Of course, with his long legs it didn’t take him very long to catch up with you, and he lazily threw an arm around your shoulder. It was rare for Issac to be affectionate towards you in public, but you didn’t really mind.

You knew of his situation at home, and it pained you greatly when you were reminded that you were unable to help him. In spite of it though, Issac was always happy to see you, a shy smile on his face as he held you close to him. PDA wasn’t a big thing for him, but you were just fine with holding his hand, or having his arm thrown around your shoulders.

“Is there anywhere that you’d like to go?” Issac asked, glancing down at you for a bit at his side, the happy grin never leaving your face. “Not really, no,” You shook you head a bit as you hummed. “Just spending time with you is good enough for me.” Issac snorted at your cheesy comment, pressing a hand over his mouth to contain his gummy smile.

“Why don’t we just get some icecream.” He stated after having calmed his laughter a bit, holding his hand out for you to grab as he nodded towards a little icecream parlor. Once again you nodded in agreement, tangling your fingers with his as he led you to the parlor. The cool air of the shop differed greatly from the warm California air, sending a small wave of shivers down you back upon entering.

“Same as before?” Issac asked, keeping his eyes on the flavor selections before looking to you when you gently tugged on his hand. “No, I wanna try something different,” You gnawed gently on your bottom lip, looking over the selections before smiling again. “I’m gonna get Mint Chocolate Chip this time.” Issac smiled gently at your choice, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leading you to a table and motioning for you to sit.

“I’ll go order it then.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a few bucks, looking back to the counter. “Double scoop, or no?”

You nodded your head, sending him a playful wink as I made a clicking sound in the back of your mouth. “You got it babe!” Another blush filled Issacs cheeks, and he nodded his head as he slowly walked towards the counter to order your icecream. However, your hand shot out and latched on to his wrist, pulling him to a stop as you jutted out your lip in a pout.

“Y/n?” Issac turned around to face you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we get sprinkles too?”

“Of course,” Issac let out a small laugh of relief, grabbing the hand that was holding his wrist and bringing it close to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Anything for you.”

Cookie Catastrophe- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,577

Request:  Hey!! Could you do a jack imagine where him and y/n try to bake something but jack is just useless and so he ends up just messing around but it’s super cute

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It was a dreary Monday morning in London. A grey, cloud filled sky that soon started pouring down with rain.

 Typical

You sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the window pane. Watching the water droplets race down the glass, just like you did when you were little. However, that could only be so entertaining.

You were bored. On days like this you usually would snuggle up, watching movies or tv all day. But none of those options sounded appealing to you. You didn’t want to sit around and be lazy. You wanted to actually do something.

Trying to gather your thoughts, you sat for a few minutes waiting for an idea to come to you.

Then it hit you, baking. You couldn’t remember the last time you baked something just for fun.

On your way to the kitchen, you stopped at the bookshelf in the living room. You browsed each one of your cookbooks, but didn’t see anything that caught your interest. Nothing seemed to be going according to plan, until you stumbled across your family recipe cards. Inside was one of your favorites, nan’s special chocolate chip cookies. Perfect!

You started gathering a mixing bowl, measuring cups, and all the ingredients you needed. Setting each item on the counter and double checking to make sure you had everything.

Suddenly you felt a pair of hands tickle your sides, making you scream and jump back. Your whole body was covered in goosebumps. You quickly turned around to see your boyfriend, Jack with a grin spread across his face.

“Seriously Jack? You scared the shit out of me!” You shoved him away.

He stood in front of you in his sweatpants and no shirt, running his fingers through his messy, blonde locks. You could tell he had just rolled out of bed.

“Aww c’mon (Y/N). I was just kidding around! Come give me a cuddle.” he held his arms out, ready to embrace you.

“I’m busy. I’m trying to make these cookies.” you shot him a sassy look with your hand rested on your hip.

He pouted, looking back at you with his baby blue eyes, and his arms still stretched out.

You let out a sigh, “Ugh how can I say no to that face?” You walked over to him, he tightly wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

As you were pulling away, you reached back onto the counter, and grabbed one of the mixing spoons. You hid it behind your back while Jack was scrolling through his phone, leaning against the counter. You quickly snuck up behind him and whacked his bum with it.

“Ow! What was that for?” he shouted, rubbing his backside.

“That’s what you get for scaring me!” you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him.

He put his phone down and began chasing you around the counter. Before he could catch you, you put your hands up, “Okay! Okay! Truce! You can either help me or get out of my kitchen! Enough messing around Maynard.”

Without saying a word, Jack left the room. You didn’t think anything of it, but then a few minutes later you glanced back up to see a surprise. There was Jack still shirtless in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, striking a cheeky pose.

Yep. That’s your boyfriend.

“I’m ready to bake baby!” he smirked, flexing his arms to show off his muscles.

You burst into laughter while looking him up and down. “You really want to help?”

He strut over to you, nodding his head like a big goof. “So..you wanna kiss the cook?”

“Let’s see how well you do and then maybe you’ll get one.” giving him a wink.

You had finished mixing the dough with the chocolate chips. So all that was left to do was roll the dough into balls, and place them on the cookie sheet. Which you thought would be a perfect job for Jack and hard for him to screw up.

“Okay Jack, before we put the the cookie dough on here, we need to spray the pan.”

“Spray the pan? With what?” sporting a confused look on his face.

“You have to spray it with cooking spray so the cookies don’t stick to the pan.”

“Oh of course. That makes sense, I knew that.” he scoffed.

“Yeah of course you did.” you laughed, rolling your eyes. You handed him the spray, “Okay go ahead then.”

He started to spray, laying on the first coat. You thought he knew that’s all you needed, until you saw him continue to spray the pan. “Alright! That’s enough Jack!” you yelled, taking the spray away from him.

“I just wanted to make sure it was all covered!” he explained, pointing to his handy work.

“Oh trust me it’s covered.”

You set the pan down beside you. Then grabbed the mixing bowl and brought it over to him. “Now that the pan is sprayed…”

“You’re welcome.” he interrupted with a proud smile.

You just smiled back and continued, “As I was saying, this is the cookie dough. I need you to scoop out some with a spoon, roll them into little balls, and place them on the pan.”

“Pshh easy enough. Babe I got this!” sounding sure of himself.

“Okay if you got this, I’m going to preheat the oven, and start cleaning up.”

 ~~

When you finished cleaning the kitchen, you stepped into the living room to see Jack lounging on the sofa. You fell down next to him and snuggled into his side. He was still wearing his apron which made you laugh to yourself. “Everything go ok with the cookies?” looking into his baby blues.

“I think you’ll be really impressed.” putting his forehead against yours, nudging your nose.

“Oh yeah?” you smirked.

“Mhmm.” he hummed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

 *Beep Beep Beep* The fire alarm suddenly started to chirp

“Oh shit!” Jack mumbled to himself.

You both sprang off the sofa and ran into the kitchen as fast as you could.

You harshly nudged him, “Don’t just stand there! Get the oven mitt and get the pan out of there!”

He opened the oven, releasing a huge cloud of smoke that covered the entire kitchen.

You began to cough and wave your hand to clear some smoke, before rushing to open all the windows.

Shortly after getting some air flow through the room, the fire alarm stopped. You could still faintly hear it ringing in your ears.

Jack cleared his throat, setting the pan down on the counter. Both staring down at your disaster. You noticed not only were the cookies burnt, but they were clumped together in a huge blob. Which could only mean one thing. “Hey Jack.” you said calmly.

“Yeah babe?”

“Remember when I said to roll the cookie dough into little balls?”

He nodded.

“Did you space them out or put them close together?”

“Is this a trick question?” he laughed.

You gave him an unamused look, crossing your arms in front of you. He could tell you weren’t in the mood to joke around.

“Well..I thought we could fit more dough and have more cookies in a batch, if I put them a little closer together.”

You shook your head, raising your hand to your face. “That’s not how it works babe.”

Jack glanced back down at charred cookie blob and frowned, making fake sniffle noises.

You faced him and put your hands to his cheeks. You could tell he really tried to impress you and make an effort to help. He was genuinely upset. “Hey look at me.” you whispered softly, meeting his gaze. “It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Oh yeah how?” pouting out his lower lip.

You started to giggle, “Well for starters, you could’ve burned down the flat.”

He tried so hard to look like he was still sad, but you both ended up in a laughing fit.

He wrapped you up in a hug, “Maybe I should leave the cooking and baking to you.” he admitted.

“I think that’s for the best.” flashing him a smile then letting out a sigh.

Jack reached for your hand, “What’s wrong (Y/N)?”

“Well since the cookies turned out to be a disaster, we have no treats. I was really looking forward to them that’s all.” you placed your arm on the counter, propping your head up against it.

“Hold on!” Jack abruptly moved away from you and walked over to the fridge. He pulled out the mixing bowl that had cookie dough in it earlier and set it down in front of you.

“Is that…? Where did this come from?” you asked cheerfully.

“I saved some of the cookie dough and put it in the fridge. In case we wanted to make another batch. See today wasn’t a total loss!” he smiled, handing you a spoon.

You took it and smiled back at him, biting your lower lip. “You are full of surprises Maynard.”

“Don’t you forget it!” he waved his spoon at you. “C’mon let’s grab the bowl! We can bring it over to the sofa and eat it while we watch something.”

You spent the rest of night in your boyfriend’s arms, watching Game of Thrones, and feeding each other cookie dough. Life couldn’t get much better. He might not be a cook,but he sure does keep life interesting and never fails to make you smile.

I came across @wistfullwishing‘s post and I couldn’t resist, so here is some Faerie!Jehan meeting a mortal Montparnasse in a little urban fantasy:


On the whole, faerie heritage was quite easy to hide. Most people nowadays tried to pretend they had died out anyway. That was advantageous. It’s much easier to hide in plain sight if the people looking don’t really want to see you.

Jehan knows the average customer would rather not believe in fae and they take full advantage of that. Their little café is as popular as it is tiny and most of the regulars have no idea that it’s the magic in the food and drink that keeps them coming back. Not that Jehan actually makes them come back. They don’t lay spells on people, they pride themselves in that. All they use is a little glamour…and a little glamour goes a long way. Some of the customers do actually taste the burst of happiness Jehan bakes into their pastries, but that doesn’t mean that they can tell the difference between faerie magic and the other glimpses of power that some people are still born with. Which is good, because when they do believe in it, faerie magic freaks people out. Jehan doesn’t resent this, but it does make them smile sometimes. The days of faerie rings are long gone and they don’t live in a grassy mound with a hawthorn growing on its top. They live in a little apartment above their café. They like the city and they love their shop.

Because faeries make deals, that’s what they’re all about, and Jehan makes a deal with every customer that walks through their door. 

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02. Making Out || BTS

A/N: Just a little collection of drabbles I wrote about making out lmao. Jimin’s is a little steamier than others but they’re all pretty tame, at least from the usual stuff I write. I hope you guys like it. xx.

SEOKJIN:

“Kim Seokjin!”

A shrill shout leaves you when you feel the baking powder spill over your head, Jin’s infectious laughter filling the kitchen as he clutches onto the counter, doubling over in hysterics. White powder coats your shirt and apron, the flakes no doubt latching onto your hair as well, and you’re turning towards your boyfriend with a menacing glare. Your look only sends him into more fits of laughter, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes as his laughter becomes uncontrollable. Widening your eyes, you reach over the counter, sneakily grabbing the eggs as a devious smirk forms on your lips.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, don’t you?” You asks, and Jin can only laugh.

Wordlessly you grab an egg from the carton and haul it towards Jin, effectively cracking it on top of his head. Yolk drips down the sides of his face, his laughing immediately ceasing as you bite your lip, trying to conceal your own hysterics. Jin’s mouth is open, eyes wide, and he’s blinking rapidly at you as he splutters.

“You – you did not just –”

“Oh,” you laugh. “I think I did, baby.”

Growling, he’s reaching for the tube of icing before he’s squirting it towards you, the substance hitting your cheek as you yell.

“Seokjin!”

From there it was a warzone; more eggs were smashed, the milk completely spilled over the counter, brown sugar and baking soda completely smeared along yours and his face as he chases you around the counter. Your melodious laughter mixes in with his, wide grins spread on both of your faces as Jin finally manages to capture you. He’s got you pinned against the kitchen counter, his hand coming up so he can swipe some of your hair out of your face as your gaze falls on his. His face is completely covered in icing and powder, the ingredients completely coating his face as he smirks down at you. Wrapping a slender arm around your waist, Jin pulls you close to him as he nudges his nose gently against yours.

“Caught you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours with every word. Butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach, the metaphorical creatures fluttering wildly as Jin leans down.

His lips meet yours in a soft kiss, your arms immediately reaching up to wrap around his neck as you push up on your toes to reach him. Plush lips move against yours in a slow rhythm, a soft hum escaping him as his tongue runs along the seam of your lips. Without any hesitation you open your mouth, your head tilting as the kiss deepens. His tongue meets yours, the muscles swirling and practically dancing as the two of you kiss. The taste of icing mixed with the taste of Jin is intoxicating – your two favorite things making your head swirl in a euphoric haze, a satisfied moan falling from your mouth when you feel his fingertips brush the visible skin between your shirt and jeans. Smirking against your lips, Jin draws back slightly, lips brushing against yours as he nods his head in the direction of the hallway.

“What do you say we go take a shower?” He asks, and you smirk in return. Tangling your fingers in his tresses, you lean up to press your lips to his as you murmur back to him.

“Lead the way, handsome.”

YOONGI:

Quietly closing the door behind you, your gaze falls on a figure hunched over in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you silently walk up behind him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you watch as your boyfriend turns around, his gaze falling on you, before he’s showing you a gummy smile.

“Hey, baby,” he greets, tugging on your arm so that you’re being pulled downwards towards him.

“Hey, Yoongi.”

Leaning up he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before he’s turning back to his computer, fingers wildly clicking random keys on the keyboard. Looping your arms around his neck, you lean down to rest your head against his as you curiously watch him. Your gaze falls on his face; a smile forming on your lips when you notice how his are pursed slightly, his bottom lip gently being tugged back by his teeth as he turns his head to peer at you through the corner of his eye.

“Yes?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Nothing,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his cheek. “I’m just admiring the view.”

Yoongi chuckles, one of his hands coming up to rest on your arms, as he turns his head so he can fully look at you. His brown eyes are warm, glistening with mischief, as he swivels in his chair. Your arms drop from around his neck as he loops his own around your waist, pulling you in front of him. Bringing his hand up to cup your face, Yoongi smiles warmly at you as he nods his head towards the computer.

“Is it alright if I play a song for you?” He asks. “I need to know your opinion.”

Immediately you nod, ushering for him to press play – to which he does.

A soft, sultry melody fills the studio, the bass vibrating the walls as you close your eyes. The melodic tune fills your body, the beat instantly making shivers run along your spine as it progresses. Unknowingly you’re leaning closer towards your boyfriend, your hand gently resting on his shoulder as you finally open your eyes to look at him. He’s looking at you expectantly, lips pressed in a thin line as he awaits your response. Instead he’s met with you gently pushing him back into the chair, your legs draping on either side of him as you straddle him. Slowly you lean in, pressing your lips to the flesh of his neck as the song goes on, your lips suckling on his skin as his arms tighten around your waist. Reaching up, you place your lips just beside his ear as you smirk.

“I like it,” you murmur, and you can hear Yoongi gulp. “It’s the kind of song I think of when I think about you.”

Twisting your fingers in his mint hair, you’re pulling him towards you and crashing your lips against his. An appreciative hum leaves his lips then, the tips of his fingertips pressing to the flesh of your back as you shift closer to him. Tongues swirl around one another as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, your nails raking Yoongi’s scalp. The beat of the song hits the climax just as your hips start to roll against his, a deep groan emitting from the back of your boyfriend’s throat as his hands grip your hips, guiding your movements. Heat is pooling in your lower body as you move your hips against his, the friction you’re creating not being enough for you as you reach down to grasp the button on Yoongi’s jeans.

“Yoongi,” you breathe out against his lips, causing the rapper to gently bite down on your bottom one.

“Hmm?”

“I want you,” you murmur, and Yoongi grins.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

HOSEOK:

With your back pressed roughly against the wall, Hoseok’s lips cover yours as he kisses you fervently. His hands are on either side of your head while yours are tangled in his hair, your lips feverishly dancing with his as he presses his hips into yours. A soft moan falls from your lips when you feel him roll his body into yours, the friction making heat pool in your lower body as his mouth breaks from yours. Your head tilts back when you feel his lips start to graze along the skin of your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh as he sucks a mark into your skin. A whisper of his name leaves your lips as you grip his hair, Hoseok smirking against your neck at the sound.

Your ears perk up when you hear a group of voices approaching the door, fear encasing your body as you gently try to push your boyfriend away from you, earning a groan of reluctance from him as he lifts his head to look at you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks breathily, lips slightly bruised from the heated kiss.

“Someone can walk in at any minute, Hobi,” you murmur, and Hoseok chuckles. Cupping your face in his hands, he’s gently nudging his nose against yours as he smirks.

“Let them.”

With that his lips are back on yours, eager hands pulling and pushing your body across the room before he’s hoisting you up on the conference table in the middle of the room. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, your back pressing into the table as Hoseok hovers over you. His hips grind down into yours, drawing a moan from the back of your throat to reverberate into his mouth, the action making your boyfriend groan as his hands tug at your shirt. Nimble fingers dance across the visible skin on your midriff, blunt nails gently grazing your skin as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. Just as his hand reaches the cup of your bra, the door bursts open and there’s a collection of protests from the doorway.

“Oh, come on guys! We have to go on stage!”

“Damn, hyung, get some!”

“You two are animals.”

Groaning against your mouth, Hoseok pulls away to glare at his donsaengs, his body shielding yours from their view as he takes off his shoe and proceeds to throw it towards the maknae line, making the three younger boys squeal and scurry off hurriedly. Irritation is filling Hoseok’s body as he turns back to look at you, a smirk on your lips as you shrug.

“I told you so.”

NAMJOON:

“You’re not wearing that.”

Your face falls into confusion as you peer down at your outfit. You were wearing a black lacy dress that clung to your body, showing off the right amount of curve, paired with matching black heels. You honestly didn’t see anything wrong with the dress, maybe other than it fell right above your mid thigh, but you soon grew angry as you faced your boyfriend. Your eyes narrowed into a glare as you gaze at him, your hands placing on your hips.

“Why not?” You challenge, standing your ground. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

Namjoon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he gestures towards your dress.

“It’s too – revealing.”

You blanche, your eyes widening as you take another glance down at your outfit. He had to be joking, right? There was no way the dress was revealing, other than the fact that it was just a tad shorter than the rest of the dresses you wore.

“I’m wearing it,” you say, and Namjoon grits his teeth.

“(Y/N)…”

“No!” You shout, pointing a finger at him. “It’s my body and I will damn well wear whatever I please! You’re not the boss of me, Namjoon, and I will not stand for you or anyone else for that matter telling me what I can and cannot we–”

Your words are cut off when Namjoon surges forward, his lips crushing harshly against yours. You’re taken aback by his actions, a whimper falling from your lips as you stumble backwards into the wall. You’re dazedly kissing him back, your eyes fluttering shut once your brain registers what’s going on, and your fingers twist in his locks as you pull harshly at the tresses. Namjoon pulls away, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pants, eyes hooded as his gaze rests on your lips.

“You can’t wear it because I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you if you do.”

Not even waiting for your reply, he reattaches his lips to yours and swings you away from the way. Clumsily the two of you stumble into the bedroom, falling onto the bed in a heap as his tongue prods your closed mouth. Instantly you open it, his tongue meeting yours in a rushed dance, and you’re moaning against his mouth when you feel his hands start roaming your body, fingers harshly gripping the curve of your waist as he grinds down into you. You’re not even mad anymore, a completely different feeling heating up your body as your lips collide together roughly, the argument about the dress soon forgotten as Namjoon throws it into a ball on the floor.

JIMIN:

Music plays quietly from the stereo in the bedroom as Jimin’s lips move against yours, plump flesh kissing yours in such a way it feels as if you’re not even awake. His pillow soft lips are like heaven, your mind completely convinced that you’re flying as his tongue runs along the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth, your head tilts to the side, effectively deepening the kiss, as Jimin softly groans into your mouth. His hands are on either side of you, biceps flexing as he holds his weight off of you, and his lips are dancing slowly with yours, passion leaking from him with every movement. Soft sighs are escaping him every now and again before he’s pulling away to gaze down at you.

The way he looks at you draws butterflies in your stomach, the metaphorical creatures fluttering as anticipation builds up in your body. Jimin smiles down at you, his gaze falling on your lips as he licks his own.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and you feel heat start to coat your cheeks as he dips back down to you.

Attaching his lips back to yours, he presses harder against you, his lips speeding up against yours as he kisses you with more fervor than before. Your hands are tangled in his hair, nails gently raking at his scalp as his tongue swirls around yours, his hips dipping down to roll into yours. The friction causes you to mewl quietly, your own hips lifting off of the bed to meet his as your lower halves grind together. You can feel Jimin’s semi-hard length through his jeans, a small smirk forming on your lips as you draw back from him. Tightening your grip on his hair you push him to the side before rolling on top of him, switching your positions.

Wasting no time you dip down and attach your lips to the edge of his jaw, tongue and teeth grazing his soft skin as you make your way down to his neck. His hands are sliding underneath your shirt, fingertips gently grazing along the ridges of your spine, as you mouth at his neck. The singer sucks in a harsh breath, his eyes closing as your teeth sink down into a spot that makes him groan, your name falling breathily from his lips as he lifts his hips up into yours. Satisfaction and pride rolls through your body as you lift your head to look at him, a playful smirk playing on your lips as you raise an eyebrow.

“So responsive,” you hum, and Jimin whimpers. “Let’s see what else you’re responsive to, baby boy." 

TAEHYUNG:

Deep giggles are erupting from the boy’s mouth as you press your lips against his, trying to silence your giggling boyfriend as you press him to the wall. You end up cracking a smile though, the two of you grinning against one another’s lips, as you hold your finger to your own.

"Shh,” you hush, smiling widely. “We’re gonna get caught, Tae…”

Shaking his head Taehyung cups your face and wordlessly brings your face back to his, his soft lips pressing to yours in a heated kiss. Your hands are clutching at his arms, fingers tugging against the blazer he was wearing as his hands drop from your face to rest on your waist. It had all started with a simple peck, Taehyung complimenting on how good you looked tonight, before the two of you sat with the rest of the boys and their girlfriend’s for a nice dinner. Halfway through the dinner you felt his hand place on your thigh, fingers cheekily sliding up your thigh and under your dress before you finally managed to push him off – only every time you had pushed him away he would resume where he was, his fingers moving higher and higher with each try.

But now you’ve got him right where you want him; his back pressed against the wall near the bathrooms, the empty hallway tempting you to go further with him than just kissing. But for now you just stick to that, your lips completely entangled with his in a sloppy but heated kiss, tongues mingling in the middle as his hand gently slides along the curves of your waist. He’s humming against your mouth, tongue playfully swirling around yours as he leans in even more, your boyfriend craving you with every movement the two of you do.

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” he breathes out, pulling back from you. His lips are flushed, the intensity of the kiss making them redder than usual. You giggle at his state, your hand coming up to swipe his fringe from his face as you smirk widely.

“We should get out of here then,” you suggest.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything else. Instead the boy grabs your hand and pulls you back into the company of your friends. Quickly bidding adieu to the group, he drags you out of the restaurant, eager to start the evening’s activities as just the two of you.

JUNGKOOK:

It was funny how fast shy touches and glances can turn into this; a makeout session on the couch in your living room. Jungkook had come over to hang out, the boy missing you after not seeing you for the past two weeks, and the two of you had just been watching TV when you noticed his lingering stares. It hadn’t been long since the two of you had gotten together – only just a couple weeks away of it being four months – and Jungkook was slowly becoming more and more confident when it came to the relationship. In the beginning he was afraid, the boy avoiding any kind of skinship whatsoever, and he would barely mutter more than a few words to you when you were together, but as time grew on he started to get more comfortable. Small pecks became longer, lingering kisses. Brief touches were now full on cuddles, the boy not being able to keep his hands off of you.

When you had asked him to come over you weren’t really expecting anything of it, your brain just settling on the fact that the two of you were probably going to watch some dumb show on the television, but you were certainly not complaining with the turn of events. Halfway through the show, Jungkook’s gaze had fallen on you, the boy staring at you with an emotion you hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint. It wasn’t long before you watched him lean in, his lips pressing softly to yours as his hand comes up to cradle your face. You sighed in content, kissing him back as you lean into him. You were expecting him to pull away, the boy usually shyly blushing every time his lips came in contact with yours. Instead you were pleasantly surprised when you felt his tongue run along the seam of your lips, a silent way to ask you to open your mouth – which you gladly did. His tongue meets yours in the middle, the two wet muscles exploring every orifice of each other’s mouths as Jungkook slowly pushes you backwards.

Your back presses against the soft cushions of the couch as Jungkook hovers over you, his mouth still attached to yours as his hands place on your waist. Your head is fuzzy, warmth filling your body as his tongue rolls around yours, and you can’t help but whimper quietly when you feel his hips press into yours. Ragged breathes escape him as he breathes out against your mouth, your breath mixing with his as the two of you break apart for air. His eyes are hooded, eyelashes fluttering against your nose, before he’s grinning and diving back down to capture your lips once more.

This time the kiss is rougher, his grip on your waist tightening as he experimentally rolls his hips against yours, the action drawing a moan from your throat and making the maknae smirk against your mouth. Repeating his movement, he’s drawing back from your mouth before attaching his lips to your neck, suckling softly on your flesh as you arch into him. His teeth gently graze against your skin as he wraps his lips around it, sucking a mark into your skin as you mewl.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out causing him to hum against your flesh, the maknae lifting his head up to look at you with a hooded gaze.

“Hm?”

Reaching up you tangle your fingers in his hair, wordlessly bringing him back up to your mouth. Your lips meet his in a heated kiss, tongues immediately tangling together as you lift your hips back up to meet his, the two of you melting into one another, the television show quickly forgotten.

BTS: Reaction to their child kicking for them when they return from promotions (Maknae Line)

Here is part two of BTS reacting to their child kicking for them featuring maknae line. I hope you enjoy :)


Hyung line version (x)



~Jimin~

Your foot wouldn’t stop tapping and your fingers trembled as you waited for Jimin’s flight to land. Earlier today he told you that he was supposed to land at ten and now four hours later, you were a nervous wreck as you waited for the announcement that his plane had landed. As if the lady was there to answer your prayers, the rough sound of the intercom came and announced for flight forty-seven. Eyes searching for the face of the boy you had been missing for months, you nearly screamed when you saw his body emerge from the gates. “Jimin,” you yelled in his direction as you waved your arm. His eyes grew wide and a smile swept over his face as he walked to you. Both of you hugged each other tightly, each just as happy to see the other. “I missed you,” he said into your shoulder. “I did too,” you said to him, equally as muffled. Staying like that for a moment, you two finally split, although you both wanted to go on forever. While you were each catching up with one another, you felt a tiny thump in your belly. “Ouch,” you said softly as you grabbed onto your stomach, interrupting Jimin’s story about Hong Kong. “Is something wrong?” “I think he kicked.” The silence between you two was filled with expectant hesitation as you both waited for another kick, unsure of what to do. Sure enough, the baby kicked again and the surprise was evident in both your faces. “He’s never done that… I guess he’s excited to have you back.” “And I’m just as excited to be back,” he said as he rubbed your stomach lightly, kissing your temple gently. 


Originally posted by yoonmin


~Taehyung~

“Do you want more food?” “You’ve asked me that three times in the past ten minutes. I’m fine, I ate before the flight. It was delicious, but I can only eat so much,” Taehyung said as he rubbed your head softly. “I’m just making sure what happened last time doesn’t happen again. You were so hungry all because you decided that playing rock, paper, scissors with Hoseok over who got the window seat was more important than eating.” Rolling your eyes, you rose to clear the table and placed all the dishes into the sink. “Let me help you.” Quickly getting up out of his seat, Taehyung joined you by the sink, rolling up his shirt sleeves. “It’s okay, you’re probably tired. You should go lie down,” you said as you shooed him away. Without ever leaving your side, he simply turned on the water and began scrubbing away. You knew trying to get him to relax was impossible, so you huffed and helped him out. “Can you pass me the towel over there,” you asked him. As you waited for him to hand the towel to you, you felt a slight pain on the right side of your stomach. Groaning, you doubled over, grabbing the counter top for support. “Are you okay? What’s wrong,” Taehyung asked, nothing but concern in his voice. “Nothing, my stomach was just hurting for a second. I’m okay now, I think. That was weird.” Assuming that was your cue to sit down and rest, you began walking to the sofa, but on the way there, you felt the pain again. Grabbing your stomach, you felt a slight thump on the left side of it. “Tae! Tae, I think she’s kicking!” Running to meet you, he looked at you, waiting for confirmation. “Here, feel it.” Placing Taehyung’s hand on your belly, you both wait for her to kick again. Once Taehyung felt the thump, he couldn’t stop the smile from creeping on his face. “I can’t believe this, oh my god. She’s kicking. Has she ever done it before?” “No, this is her first time. Maybe she’s happy your home,” you say. “If me being home makes her that happy, I’ll never leave,” he said as he hugged you.


Originally posted by jeonthegreat


~Jungkook~

You had been anticipating Jungkook’s return for what seemed like forever. Months and months of “a few more months and I’ll be home” made you miss him even more. Consequently, you wanted to make his return as great as possible. Earlier, you went out and bought decorations. Streamers, confetti, a cake, the whole nine yards. “He’s at the door,” you mouthed to Hoseok, who was crouched behind the couch. You had invited him over A) to bring the cake and B) to help you decorate. He told you he wasn’t buying a cake and not eating at least one piece, so you and him hung out while you waited for Jungkook. Unlocking the door and placing his bag on the couch (which unintentionally hit Hoseok in the face), he flicked on the lights and was more than surprised by you and Hoseok popping out. “Welcome home,” you both yelled as Jungkook tried to calm down. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to give me a heart attack as a present,” he said as he walked over and hugged you both. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, look! I bought cake. I’ll cut it,” Hoseok said as he rushed over to the kitchen and pulled out a knife and plates for everyone. As you all ate your cake, you asked Jungkook how his trip was. “It was so much fun, I wish you could’ve been there, seriously.” While Jungkook talked more about his trip, you felt a pound in your belly. It happened fast and wasn’t very painful, but you’d never felt it before, which caused you to gasp and drop your fork onto the floor. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, I just felt something in my stomach,” you said. “You have a fetus in your stomach, I’m pretty sure you should feel something,” Hoseok said while stuffing his mouth with another piece of cake. Glaring at him, you returned your attention to your stomach, placing your hand on it cautiously. Upon Jungkook making sure you were okay again, you felt another pound. “Wait, talk again.” Jungkook opened his mouth to question why he needed to talk again, but the look in your eyes told him to just do it. “What should I say,” he said. Moments after Jungkook spoke, you felt it again. “He’s kicking for you.” “What?” By now, Hoseok was watching the interaction as well, curiosity taking over him. “He’s kicking. He only kicks when you talk.” “S-Should I stop talking? Does it hurt?” Shaking your head, you waited for the kick and just as expected, it happened again. “Wow, that’s cool,” he said as he put his hand on your belly, waiting to feel it himself. “I suppose I’ll have another boy running around in Iron Man boxers soon.” “Hey, we said we’d never speak of that,” Jungkook softly yelled as Hoseok broke out into laughter.


Originally posted by jeonbase


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Our Cosplay Craft Room

It’s hard taking photos of your craft space when you’re constantly using it.  But with Katsucrunch finally over, we’ve finally been able to photograph some of our favorite pieces in our craft room!  We constructed this room with the goal of having lots of storage and lots of open space sewing parties with friends.  There were some really specific pieces of furniture we wanted, but at the same time we didn’t want to break the bank - much of what you see is DIY-ed together, re-painted, or reupholstered.  After many years of sewing in the middle of the living room floor, having a bright, open space to craft really makes a huge difference!  This room is 14x15ft all together, and even if you don’t have a big or dedicated space, there are still lots of things you can do to improve your own craft area.

Some tips:

  1. Give yourself some storage space.  It’s hard to keep your craft area clean if you don’t have the space to keep your projects.  We store our scrap fabric and current projects in large square bins.  Smaller items are organized in the desk drawers, and less-used items are stacked in closet bins.  Drawers and labeled ziplock bags also make a great way to store away wigs while taking up very little space.
  2. Hang whatever you can.  Mount your wigs!  Mount your rulers!  Mount your thread!  Anything you can fix to the wall is one less thing covering your work surfaces.
  3. DIY the heck out of your furniture.  Unfortunately we can’t show you where to buy either our double-wide desk or the rolling cutting counter… because we made them ourselves!  Commercial “craft” labeled furniture with lots of storage can be really pricey - the Pottery Barn equivalent of our cutting island clocks in at $1,000.  We made our two big work surfaces for around $300 using pieces from Ikea, a saw, and a drill.

We’ll be writing some more specific how-tos for how to make the below items for your own cosplay craft room, so check back on the below link soon!

Double wide desk / Cutting counter / Wig rack /  Magnetic pin board

sami zayn { spiders }

   NOTE: So earlier, I posted this idea I had for a one shot. I got several different names and as a result, I’m writing a few different versions of the idea. This one is Sami Zayn’s and it resulted from me wanting to write a slightly more dominant Sami and lots of fluff. Because yasss. So this is the first one, it is Sami Z x reader. 

   TAGGING: @alexablss who is like.. my rad partner in crime. I enjoy talkin to you, girl! Also, since @believe-that-001 liked my last Sami Zayn thing, I tagged ya. Hope it’s okay? If anyone else wants to be tagged ( since I can’t / don’t take requests ) feel free to say something. – Love, Amber

  WARNINGS: Partial nudity, steamy makeout, Amber’s potty mouth ( because I have headcanons about Sami and Swearing…) and yahhh. That’s it basically.


Originally posted by msgem

I hate the eight legged, jillion eyed fuckers, okay? And normally, if I even think I see one, a panic attack of epic proportions occurs. I’m not really sure why, but anyway.. I’d just stepped out of the shower when I felt something crawling down my chest. When I looked down, I screamed bloody murder and swatted at the damn thing, sending it flying, but by then, I’d done it.

I’d woken up my sleeping room mate, Sami. And almost as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, sleepy eyed with his curly red hair sticking up every which way, yawning and staring at me as if I’d lost my damn mind, I felt infintely guilty for waking him because his flight had gotten in at 2, which mean he’d only gotten a solid 3 hours of sleep.
I didn’t feel guilty enough to not launch my nearly naked form against him, hiding my face in his chest as I shook like I’d just witnessed a fucking murder, but I did feel guilty.

“I’m sorry, I just.. Spider.. On my body..” I muttered into his skin, trying to calm down.  Sami groaned quietly and at the time, I honestly figured that it had more to do with me screaming him awake over a stupid spider than any affect I may or may not be having on him..

It hit me a few seconds later when I actually met his gaze… Normally, Sami is the kind of guy who flusters really, really easily.. I mean super easily. I’ve walked around in a t shirt and panties before, just to go grab something out of the dryer to put on and he spent the entirety of the next three hours apologizing because he’d seen me and stammering, or blushing when he’d look at me. This morning, that wasn’t the case. Maybe it was the lack of sleep the poor guy had gotten, maybe it was something else, but.. I felt his lips brush my forehead as his hands moved slowly up and down my bare back.. It hit me that we were both standing there shirtless and his skin felt… warm, comfortable against mine. I could feel the defined chest muscles, the steady and calming thump of his heart as it beat and I bit my lower lip.

“Did you see where it went?” he asked, his voice thicker and somehow, I swear to God, the Canadian accent even sounded more pronounced somehow. His eyes met mine and there was no… Like normally, he’d not be able to meet my eyes if he saw me in any state of undress and I’ve spent the better part of nearly six months since he moved in trying to figure out why, but he was holding my gaze now.

“I.. I don’t know.. I was kinda more worried about keeping it off my tatas.” I muttered the words quietly, stammering just a little as I felt the insides of my thighs getting slick. The way he was acting right now was really turning me on.. Then again, it seems like everything about him lately sort of turns me on. Even the little things…

To my surprise, rather than go red faced, he chuckled, muttered something that vaguely sounded like he’d said “Can’t have that happening.” before disappearing into  the bathroom, appearing in the hallway again a few minutes later with a  magazine, the spider smooshed neatly on top of it.

He threw it in the garbage and then his eyes met mine again. Sheepishly, I muttered an apology. I actually apologized pretty profusely and he shook his head, he shrugged it off.. I swallowed hard when I realized that naturally, we’d migrated closer to one another. His hand lingered at my hip and my hand lingered at his chest. When our hips really brushed, I couldn’t resist anymore and I moved even closer, closing the distance between our bodies so that there was no space left. My fingers played along his chest and I bit my lip as I looked up at him and after a few seconds, I managed to thank him.

“It’s not a big deal. The spider wasn’t even really that big.. I mean not that I blame you for being scared in the first place.” he trailed off, hints of that more awkward side peeking through again for a moment as he shook his head, muttered to himself about how he needed to shut the fuck up before he made things awkward.. But he had me curious, I wanted to know what he was wanting to say so badly.

“What?”
“I was going to say that I was glad I was the one who was here, who got to kill it? Instead of some other guy?” he bit his lip, his hand smoothed over the back of his head and he swore to himself quietly. It clicked for me then, just what he was hinting at and just why he got so easily flustered around me.

It also hit me why I continued to fluster him and flirt with him… I wanted him back.. I wanted him just as much, if not more.

“Me too.” I admitted, eyes locked on his lips, my own tingling for a taste of his kiss.. A taste that he obliged me a few seconds later when he picked me up, sat me down on the double vanity counter in the bathroom and I wrapped my legs around him, purely on instinct. He gasped against my lips as he rubbed against me, purely on accident, and I knew he had to feel it, I was soaked through. I was practically dripping wet.

“Fuck.” he captured my lip between his teeth, nipping at it, his tongue parting my lips seconds later as his fingers tangled in my hair and his hand went across the back of my neck, pulling my mouth into his even deeper. “Sami?” his name left my lips in the form of a question and it was enough to give him pause, make him look at me.

“Did you not want me to kiss you? Shit.. I’m..”
{ It’s so fucking cute how he does that.} I thought dumbly to myself before quickly shaking my head no, adding in a breathless tone that I’d wanted him to kiss me, but I honestly hadn’t thought he’d ever do it, or that he’d ever even want to kiss me. “Oh no, no.. Trust me.. I wanted you to do that.” I muttered the words against his lips as I slid my arms up, around his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck as I put everything into kissing him back.

His hands gripped me tighter, moving me even closer to him as he looked down at me and let out this low growl of approval, tongue slowly trailing over his lip. “I want..” he started, going silent.. He was trying to figure out the best way to say something, I could tell by the thoughtful look in his eyes.. I bit my lip and looked up at him, trying to get myself back under control.

“Yeah?” my lips were back against his again, the word left my mouth and it was swallowed by his when he nipped at my lips hungrily, hands gliding up and down my sides before the one drifted back to my hair and neck to pull me into the kiss deeper.

“I want to be the guy who kills the spiders.” he mumbled the words, breaking the kiss to look at me, almost as if he were waiting on me to answer. I nodded, trailing my fingertip down his chest. “I want to be the girl who flusters you so badly that you almost throw an entire root beer on the kitchen floor.” and he chuckled a little, leaning in. “You  already are.”

“Well then, Sami, you definitely already are.”

Ficlet-fest (Shalaska, Vatya, Katlaska, etc.) - Spoky

A/N: Hi guys! I wanted to celebrate the fact that people were kind enough to vote for me as a versatile author in the AQficAwards. So! Here’s some versatility! Thank you for voting!! xx [The voting for some categories is still open, so go vote, it’s fun! ^^ ]

This is a collection of ficlets that I wrote for the prompt thing that went around in Tumblr some time ago (so all pairings and the lines with them were suggested by readers, I didn’t come up with them!). Some of these have been previously published in my blog, some of them have not. (( I actually think all authors who wrote these prompts in their blogs should do this type of collection, because I read some amazing ones and the art of drabbles/ficlets is kinda missing on AQ!! <3 ))

A list, so you can see what’s there and don’t have to read all of them, or any, just to figure out if you’d like one (genre, word count):

1) Shalaska, “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.” (fluff, 433)

2) NaoChi, “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?” (fluff, humour, 141)

3) Shalaska, “What? Does that feel good?” (quick smut, 295)

4) Shalaska, “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.” (breakup angst, 395)

5) Rolaskatox, “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship.” (almost smut, 460)

6) Vatya, “Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche.” (fluff, 250)

7) Shalaska, “You know I’ll kill him if he hurts you.”  (friendship fluff, 166)

8) Katlaska, “You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?” (very stupid humour, 234)

9) Ginger Minj/Katya, “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.” (unrequited love, 402)

10) Adore-centric, “Rise and shine motherfucker.” (fluff, 548)

11) Alexis Michelle & Violet Chachki, “Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pick up line?” (friendship fluff, 437)

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Info: Requested, rough-ish daddy kink Jungkook smut. Really no plot I just threw this together so I hope you all enjoy.

WC: 2000-ish

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Rough-ish

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Him, Jungkook, his eyes always did follow you didn’t they? From the moment you first met to now. He could never look away when you were together or even near. His big puppy eyes trailing after your form as you walked from one place to another. The first time was when he was hired to work at the same restaurant as you, he was busboy. You hadn’t paid much mind because he and you rarely interacted at work, being a hostess meant you welcomed the costumers and brought them to an available table. Keeping tabs on who came, who left, what tables were available and who the waitresses and waiters were for each table. The few times you did interact with him were to tell him which tables needed to be cleared and cleaned. He never said a word other than “I understand”, before rushing off to clean the table in question.

After a couple months of him working you began to notice his stares, the were sweet and shy glances really. It wasn’t insistent then, but obvious and had always had your cheeks heated when you caught his eye. Even if you didn’t make eye contact with him, the simple feeling of the handsome young mans eyes racking over you was enough to make you blush. You always chastised yourself for reacting at all, but it got worse when you began to slip up. All the waitresses looked at him, whispered about his nice jawline and big dark eyes. They gushed over his strong arms and how soft his hair looked or how broad his shoulders were. Originally you snapped at them for wasting time, but more often you found yourself secretly agreeing, he was a very handsome guy. You slipped up more when you began to stare back and he definitely noticed the change.

Instead of him being the only one sneaking glances and scanning the other, you were now doing it. He could feel your eyes burning and biting his arms and back, the side of his face when he wasn’t looking directly at you for once and he flushed at the thought of you liking him remotely as much as he liked you. You began to though and the tension between the pair of you slowly escalated higher and higher. He was too shy and soft spoken to really approach you bravely and you were to proud to give in to what you wanted in favor of denying your feelings for the younger man. That tension broke like a whip cracking though and it was the beginning of a lovely relationship.

Jungkook and you had been together for a few years now and tried many different things in the bedroom. Though he was always hesitant to ask, you never failed coaxed it out of him and weren’t afraid to ask for things as well. You both grew to discover that a bit of roughness was amazing, but the most surprising discovery was Jungkooks want for you to call him Daddy. It had surprised you at first, thinking it was a joke and laughing light heatedly when he mentioned it. In your defense he mentioned it as though he were joking with that signature cock of his eyebrow and a goofy smirk, but the small squabble turned into a deep conversation on why he was even interested in that nickname. He had explained that he still had trouble feeling like a man in your presence due to the age gap. You were only a few years older, but he often felt like a child whenever he called you Noona. To him it was a way to hear you refer to him as a man, someone stronger than you and able to protect and care for you. It’s what he wanted you to feel when looking at him anyways, so of course you agreed since in your eyes he was very much a man and if one little nickname could prove it to him, then of course you would agree.

The only problem was Jungkook wanted it at very random moments when you least expected him to corner you with his desire, not that you weren’t always willing. You never really knew when and now must have been one of those “moments” as the second you stepped from the shower he was on you. Jungkook had your hips dug into the bathroom counter body bent forward over the hard surface. His lips at your ear so you could hear his heavy panting while he tugged at your earlobe and hips rocking aggressively into your ass. His hands gripped bruising at your still wet waist, pushing your hips to rock with his.

“Kookie, you’re getting your clothes wet”, You gasped out as his teeth nibbled lightly at your earlobe. His cute nickname though caused him to pause for a moment long enough for you to brace yourself as his hand moved from your hip to place a heavy smack onto your ass. Gasping somewhere between shock and pleasure you doubled over the counter giving him more access to your behind.

“That’s not what you call me princess,” His voice took on a low quality, deep and raspy satoori causing your legs to clamp shut in arousal. Jungkook hummed happily at the reaction his hand rubbing soothing circles into the reddening flesh before trailing down the back of your thigh and swiftly between your legs, fingers just brushing over your folds.

“Do you want me?” His clothed chest pressed to your still wet back, teeth nipping playfully at the shell of your ear. Your lustful whimper was answer enough, but when he was in this mood he needed just a little bit more from you. He liked to hear you say it, to beg for him just the tiniest bit because it was sexy and it was vocal confirmation that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“What was that I didn’t hear you?” His fingers rubbed a bit more firmly against your now soaking core, but that’s all they did, nothing more. His free hand left your waist and tangled into your hair so he could pull your head back, eyes meeting in the mirror. The lighting cast across his jaw in just the right way giving it’s sharp line an unbearably sexy shadow. Dark eyes trapping you in place and forcing those pretty words from your lips.

“Daddy please,” You never fought him on it, not when he looked at you like that. Not when his fingers rubbed soft and mind numbing circles against your folds. That little smirk that lifted the corner of his lip, a brow quirking happily.

“Good girl,” With a kiss to your cheek Jungkook let his fingers rub more firmly against your clit, eliciting a lovely moan to tumble from your lips and your body to melt into his touch. His hips pushed forward even though his hand prevented him from finding any relief. He really wanted to just fuck you right then and their, but not pleasing his princess was never an option.

“Look at you, my pretty princess….do you like when daddy touches you like this?” He lightly pulled your hair and nudged you into looking at yourself just as a moan tumbled out of your mouth from his fingers pushing more harshly onto your clit. Your eyes fixated on yourself for a moment, hair dripping wet from the shower you had just taken, messy and disheveled, but sparkling clean and slippery. Jungkook loved when your skin was wet from the shower, it made you feel so much softer.

“Yes, please more,” You only wanted him to push into you with literally anything, to bring you relief of some kind before you went crazy, he knew that though. Jungkook kissed your temple once before releasing your hair and standing to his full height only to fall to his knees.

“Hands behind your back,” He playfully slapped your cheek with the command, watching in satisfaction when your hands locked in place behind you. Then his hands were spreading your legs apart and his mouth was trailing wet kisses from the back of your knee up to the red burn of your cheeks then back down the other side. By the time he had licked and kissed his way to your inner thighs you were practically begging him to do more. Jungkook was always eager to please and wasted no time with spreading you further and nipping at your inner thighs harshly, fingers pushing roughly into your now soaking core. You were so ready for him that he could slip the two in easily, Jungkook let out a groan at the feeling, his head leaning back so he could watch his fingers disappear into you. Curling with each deep pass causing loud moans to rip from you.

“You look so pretty like this princess, fuck,” Jungkook didn’t swear often, but when he did it was due to something very euphoric or painful. In this case, he felt an unbelievable amount of pleasure. You cried out when his tongue joined his fingers unannounced and flicked aggressively against your walls and clit. You gasped and shook above him, fighting the will to reach back and tangle your fingers into his hair.

“Daddy please, fuck me already,” You finally panted out the words he had been waiting for not that he would be coaxed into doing it. He didn’t listen, as usual, and continued to pull you apart with each thrust of his long fingers and flick of his sinful tongue. Even when your moans turned to a higher pitch and your orgasm threatened to spill. He continued till you shook and nearly finished, he loved bringing you to the brink and then pulling back. He slapped your ass-cheek roughly once more after his fingers and mouth left you. You cried out in frustration at the lose and even louder when he spanked you again.

“I think we’re both very, very ready baby,” Jungkook hummed standing back up and meeting your gaze in the mirror. His little smirk could stop your heart, but when he pulled his shirt off and made quick work of his pants and boxers, you might as well have had a stroke.

“You’re so sexy,” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You weren’t one to compliment so openly during the act, but he seemed to love it.

“Yeah?” His eyebrow cocked and hand disappearing to more than likely stroke his stiff erection that needed some kind of relief. “You’re pretty sexy yourself princess,” He replied with a wink before grabbing your hip and lining himself up with your entrance. You were so wet and weak at this point, ready for him to just push in harshly and give you what you wanted. Jungkook being the gentleman he is though, pushed in at an achingly slow pace. Both of you letting out sounds of pleasure when he finally bottomed out and rubbed circles into your hips. Normally, when you weren’t as worked up, he would wait for a moment, but the way you pushed back into him with your hands still clasped tightly behind your back. He couldn’t resist, Jungkook pulled out only to slam his cock back into you at a bruising pace.

Loud hoarse moans erupted from you and turned into screams of “please”, “more”, and “daddy”, which only spurred him on to go harder. He groaned lowly, one hand abandoning your hip to grip your throat and pull your back to his bare chest. Fingers tightening sporadically against your windpipe as he continued to piston his hips into yours.

“Just a little bit more princess, not much longer I promise,” He whispered into your ear, the words were sweet but his dark eyes and cocked head held the promise only a man could make. Jungkooks other hand slipped around your hip and delved between your legs so his fingers could strum against your clit and force you to your orgasm. It wasn’t long before his hips began to slam harshly into yours with that signature stutter as he neared his end. Your skin slapping together and accompanying the loud and high toned moans ripping out of you added to your high. Jungkooks fingers working at a much quicker rhythm as you reached your brink and his hips began to move with a harsher rhythm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…come on princess fucking come on,” He all but growled into your ear as the fingers around your throats tightened and you finally toppled over the edge. Your walls tightening sporadically around his still pumping cock till, with a strangled cry, Jungkook came moaning along with you. His body shuddering against yours and continuing to move so he could drag out your release as well. It was a few moments before he pulled away from you, skin now sticky with sweat instead of water. Your body was gathered up against his as he carried you into your bedroom and the two of you splayed out on the bed.

“I love you Noona,” He whispered to you placing the first kiss of the encounter onto your lips. His eyes were no longer dark and dangerously sexy, instead they transferred back into his big puppy appearance that had always made your heart swell. He smiled bunny teeth and all while he nuzzled you deeper into his embrace, adoring just the sound of your light breathing and the feel of your skin against his. His fingers brushing through your now slightly damp hair to get out any knots he may have caused. Soft apologies in regards to possibly hurting you and light feather kisses along your brow and nose bridge. He was always so gentle afterwards and became exactly what anyone expected him to be, the perfect sweetheart.


Hope you liked it and Much Love-Haru

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