Since you didn’t get a gift I jumped in to make you one! I decided to follow the matchmaker au prompt! My idea was kinda that Makki wanted to take Mattsun out on ~the perfect date~ to confess his feelings and asked iwaoi for help! So they’re not rly secret matchmakers but they fall in love with each other in the progress!! I hope think it’s ok! c:
“Have you moved on?” He whispered, almost as if he didnt want to hear the answer.
She paused, but only for a short moment.
“I….I’m not sure. Its changed, everything’s changed. Its been 9 months now. I dont think of you every time I see the ocean, or think about how freaking cold you must be all the time.” She laughed. “But… it’s when I’m lonely, or need something to think about. I automatically go to you. Over that past year, I think I trained myself to do this. But I cant, not anymore. Its not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“Everything. Us. The fact that whenever I think of someone to fall back on, it’s you.“
jin: jin would press feather light kisses to the skin of your chin and neck before finally finding the perfect place to leave his mark. he would softly kiss the spot before latching onto the skin and sucking. “jinnn,” you would moan at the feeling. “yes baby?” he would smirk knowing exactly what he was doing to you. wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, he would continue his ministrations until he felt you were thoroughly marked.
yoongi: “f-fuck,” you would moan at the feeling of yoongi’s soft lips sucking onto the skin under your ear, a growl would escape from yoongi’s mouth as he sucked harder and harder. your fingers curled around the bed sheets under you as he moved to mark a different spot. “so pretty baby, you look so pretty covered in my marks,” another harsh suck, “all mine,” his words made a shiver run down your spine as you moaned again.
hoseok: it would start out as simple kisses all over your face and neck before it became more, his tongue would run flat over the base of your neck and a gasp was caught in your throat. “hobiiiii,” you would whine, and he took that as a sign to continue. his lips softly parted on the skin beneath your chin as he began to lightly suck. a groan left your lips and his sucking continued, sure to leave a dark hickey that would show everyone you were his.
namjoon: as his lips moved from the spot beneath your ear to your collarbones, you knew you were in for a long night. “moan for me,” he would say as he sucked harshly on your collarbones. “n-namjoon,” at your moan he bit down on the spot he was sucking and made you gasp, “you know that’s not what you call me right now baby,” he growled. “daddy,” you corrected and moaned under his touch as he moved to another spot to leave a mark.
jimin: “chim chim,” you teased as you straddled his lap. “yes baby?” his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, lips just centimeters apart. “i love you,” you whispered before connecting your lips. jimin quickly began to kiss back as he pulled you closer. as jimin pulled away, his lips began to trail down your face and onto your neck before harshly sucking onto the skin. you groaned and pushed your hips against his, to which he just sucked harder. “that’s right baby,” another hickey, “moan for me.”
taehyung: it started as playful kisses and nips as you and taehyung were cuddled on the couch. taehyung had been down a little harder on accident, and when you let out a moan he smirked, “kinky huh?” he teased. you smacked the back of his head and blushed. “i’m kidding baby,” his voice dropped an octave, “do you want me to mark you?” you gasped and nodded frantically. his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck before sucking and leaving a gorgeous mark, just like his baby.
jungkook: soft sheets could be felt under the skin of your hands as jungkook ravaged your body. jungkook’s lips could be felt everywhere, on your face, stomach, thighs and as of currently, on your neck. “shit,” your fingers wrapped in his hair as you pulled his body closer, desperately craving more of his touch. jungkook growled before attaching his lips to the skin above your breast, harshly biting and sucking, marking you as his.
The memory hit Judah like a knife. Yeshua’s palm was broad and warm against his throat when he pressed his fingers into the flesh. “What would you do if I’d choked you, Judah?” A strange constellation of emotions passed through Judah’s body long before panic set in. He remembered his own voice, low like an old record that had been played too often. “Pray,” he said. Moan, he meant.