▹ pairing: Jeongguk x reader ▹ words: 18,102I’m so sorry ▹ genre: smut, fluff, light angst, friends to lovers
You and Jeongguk propose at restaurants to get free food, but somewhere along the way you start to fall for him.
You never thought Jeongguk would actually take you up on the whole fake proposals thing. When you had suggested the idea to him, he’d just laughed and said “yeah”, then continued playing Fallout 4. You hadn’t actually meant it; the idea was one of those you vaguely imagine it happening, but not really, which is why when he brought it up weeks later suggesting you try it out, you thought he was kidding.
He wasn’t, and this is
how you end up in one of the city’s nicer restaurants on a fake date with your
Here’s the prologue to an au I never planned on writing, but has been effortlessly writing itself over the weekend. Based off this song and set in 1983. I can’t wait for this one to be finished! It’s gonna get angsty, and bumpy, but it’ll be well worth it in the end.
*Warning* for drug use
We’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it.
Sweat dripped from the bridge of Harry’s nose and landed against the clammy skin of his lover. Room a grey haze of bud and other drugs, and clock on the bedside barely visible through the smoky atmosphere. Harry fucked his hips forward. Taking a long drag of their shitty excuse of a spliff and attaching his lips to the trembling ones below. Tight, velvety, heat clenched around his cock slowly, making it bloody impossible to not chase after the feeling.
“We’re both gonna make it, baby.” Harry drawled as he slowly extracted his lips and leaned to cough away the burning remains of hydroponics. “And when we’re rich, and everyone knows our names, I’m gonna buy you a ring. A gold fucking band with my name engraved in it.” he groaned as the tight heat around him clenched with every word. “Gonna slip it on that pretty little finger of yours, and let them all know who you belong to. Forever.”
High whines and breathy moans filled the room as Harry tucked the spliff between his fore and middle finger, and lifted supple legs up over his shoulders. Fucking hell, there’s the angle he was aiming for. There was nothing prettier than the fucked out sight of his boy. Chest red and glistening, eyes glazed over from pleasure and pot, and pliant body practically folded in half, clenching, shaking, and panting. Harry always considered himself a gifted musician, but it only ever took one whimpering gasp out of his boy, to convince him he would never create a melody so beautiful.
“Would you like that, honey?” Harry slammed his cock into his prostate, relishing in the crisp sound of skin against skin. “Everyone knowing little Louis is spoken for by another man? Hmm? Use your words.”
“Yeah, Daddy.” Louis panted out as tears began to stream down his cheeks. “Wanna wear your ring—fuck—want it to be the only thing I wear when you fuck me. Wanna show it off to everybody. S-show them all how taken I am by you. Will you give me that?”
Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sound of his words. Voice slightly hoarse and breath being continuously fucked out of him. It was gorgeous. Nothing turned Harry on more than their filthy commitment to each other. Has loved those sinful angel eyes since the moment he sought them out at that dingy pub show.
“You know I will, baby. You know it.” Harry thrust forward harder and sloppier. Feeling the massive orgasm in the pit of his stomach beginning to unfurl. “Gonna buy us a house in America, with lots of land, and a room for just our awards alone.”
Louis giggled through his tears and labored breathing. Harry could not have been more in love with the perfect boy in front of him, than he was in this moment.
“Just give us time.” Harry fucked faster as he pulled off one last drag of the spliff. “We’re gonna make it. I know it.”
With one final cry, Louis shot off in between them. Smearing come and sweat between their sex spent bodies, as Harry filled his arse with his own. Nothing was better than that feeling. Nothing was hotter than coming down from his high and watching his boy drip with his spunk. He’d write a song about it if he let him.
“Love you, baby.” Harry kissed his lips sweetly as he gently removed his legs from his shoulders, and moved to have Louis cuddle into his chest. “Love you so much, it’s mad.”
“Love you, Daddy.” Louis breathed out. Eyes still unfocused from coming so hard, and smile on his lips as blissed out as ever. “Forever yours.” he vowed. “Forever….yours.”
No good news came at four in the morning. Florence knew that. Harry knew that. The entire world accepted it as truth. Why Florence hoped for the best upon being woken by Diana at precisely 4:03 am, no one knew.
I love Serirei because I am certain that after a few years of these two losers dating, living together, etc. Reigen just kind of hands Serizawa a little box with a simple gold-band ring inside, and while Seri is in shock, Reigen explains “I’ve been looking into it and if we’re married, it’ll be easier to settle taxes and house payments, and we can, like, officially own the business together, and also I kinda love you and wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” And Serizawa just starts crying because he was alone for so long, and even while he was in Claw he never thought that this would ever be achievable, but now he has a lot of people who care about him and a great job where he can really help people and a sweaty weird boyfriend who actually wants to marry him. And of course Serizawa says yes and they are very happy and they smooch a lot.