#and onto kiki 👀👀👀

[kikithefox231]

Me: YAY!!! I’m gonna write about a character I haven’t written with yet!!!!

Also me: *realizes that it’s gonna be an angsty 4k fic of the character dealing with trauma that’s gonna hit too close to home*

Me: …wuh oh

[dunmesh]

whats your opinion on namari x kiki and laios x kabru? 👀

i love namari and kiki❤️ i don't think abt them much but i enjoy them a lot. they're so funny like kiki is clearly having the most fun bringing namari closer and closer to the worst crisis ever and i just think their personalities go really well together, they'd be both sexy and wholesome as a couple. and i'm sure the flokes would approve of namari after everything they went through like you just know namari would be terrified of them finding out abt her relationship with kiki while yarn already knows and supports it... her husband is incredibly oblivious though but he will get over it.

labru... okay... it's like. i like some content ppl make for this ship bc i love laios i love kabru and i love whatever the fuck is going on between them in canon but i also despise this ship sometimes, i see ppl rambling abt them and i go all ughh ughhhh nahhh😩😩 and i was fine with it at first i'm just in my anti labru era. i'll 100% get over it, maybe it's seeing way too much of it since the anime came out? also the fact it's the token yaoi ship the fanbase need to latch onto to keep interest in a series doesn't help either lol. it's somewhat like kabumisu to me but in a i can barely tolerate it way that is sometimes just me hating. but i also don't hate this ship. i know they will stay by each other's side until death and there will be many times when they can only depend on one another and they'll become so close over the years it would be a disservice to simply call it a friendship. like kabru and laios are not the problem you get me?

[xxleviathanquinsarteestxx]

"Bad guy with a soft spot..." #5

Kiki x Dabi ( Oc x Canon)

Kiki just finished working a few more hours at UA and so happens to bump into Dabi along the way... Wonder what happens next? 👀

Authors note: I apologize for my recent hiatus, a lots been happening lately and I've just lost motivation for a lot of things lately- so yeah, sorry about that- hope this'll make up for it!! ✨

Another day in Honei city, today seemed a lot calmer than most. Of course there's the usual villains trying to make a name for themselves, but it's mostly been bank robbery's to be honest. Kiki was on her way to UA, but beforehand she grabbed a bottle of strawberry milk and an egg and bacon sandwich. She couldn't stop thinking about the nice conversation she was having with Tomura the other night, not only that but she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching them the whole step of the way. The stalker feelings have been itching at her for a few days since then.

As she stepped foot onto the school grounds she was greeted by Aizawa and President mic who were chatting in the middle of the footpath.

Pres Mic: "Heyyyy miss Bushida! What's shakin baby?"

Aizawa: "ugh... Do you really have to greet her that way?"

Pres mic: "What? The ladies love it~"

Aizawa: *he rolls his eyes and looks back at Kiki with a small grin* "Good morning, Bushida."

Kiki: *she chuckled and waved at the two of them with a smile* "Morning! I'm doing good, I just had my breakfast on the way here, how about you guys?"

Pres mic: "Oh nothin' too exciting just talking about aizawa's training exercises for his class."

Kiki: "Awww! How's it going by the way Shouta? I love those guys! They're so full of life when it comes to using their quirks for combat"

Aizawa: *he looked at her, his expression unreadable but he was surprised to hear about Kiki taking a liking to his class. He clears his throat before he starts to talk again* "They're doing good, Midoriya though, he keeps getting injured from his quirk, which is a bit unusual. And Bakugou... Well, let's just say he's, a bit of a fireball when it comes to things"

Kiki and pres mic: "Yeah tell me about it-"

The three of them all conversed together before they heard the bell ring, Aizawa started heading inside to start with his morning lectures, waving at them as he walks off.

Pres mic: "wanna walk to the office together?"

Kiki: "sure! But then in like an hour I have..." *she checks her phone for her schedule* "oh! I have a meeting with Nezu! Nice"

Pres mic: "Ayeee with Nezu huh? Watch out, maybe he'll give you a lecture instead" *he teases her, earning a soft chuckle from her"

The two of them continued talking as they made their way inside the building and into the office, being greeted by snipe, all might, midnight, and cementoss.

Kiki gave them all a soft smile and a wave before she walked over to her desk and sat down in her seat, taking a sip of her strawberry milk with a content sigh.

Midnight: "Hey there Kiki! How have you been lately? Anything new~ anyyyy... Boys? Or girls in your life?"

Cementoss: "Midnight!"

Midnight: "whatttt? I'm curious! After all Kiki has only been working here for a few years! She's the only new staff member we have that I barely know!"

Kiki: *she blushes brightly and tucks a hair behind her ear* "u-um... Maybe a guy? I dunno, but things have been good lately thank you for asking, how about you midnight?"

Midnight: "OOOOOO!! A GUY?? oh Kiki please spill!"

Kiki: *she chuckles nervously and held her strawberry milk bottle* "i- iii ummm. It's a bit hard to explain heh.."

Midnight: "aww how hard can it be? Who is it?? Can I at least know if he's handsome?"

Kiki: "Mmmm... Well... He has these dreamy blue eyes that I could get lost in... His hair is black... Umm, oh and he's really really mysterious"

Midnight: "Ooooo, sounds like a real xharmer~ is he a good boy or... Bad boy~"

Kiki: *she hummed softly and giggled* "Mmmm definitely a bad boy~"

The two of them were giggling about Kiki's growing crush, though. She was a bit nervous that midnight might've known who it was so she kept the villain part in the dark for now...

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Later on that day, it was now the evening. Kiki felt a bit tired from working from nine to seven. She checked her bus timetable as she was making her way to the bus stop, thankfully she had lunch in her bag and a spare juice for the day, she didn't realize how long it would've taken her to finish up. Nezu needed help with something and she had to stay back, which was disappointing.

As she made it to the bus stop, she sat down on a seat waiting for the bus. She looked up and side to side to see if there was any bus in sight. She sighed, seeing nothing but cars on the road, then suddenly, she felt a droplet of water drip onto her head. She cursed to herself and tried her best to cover her head as it starts to pour down.

She shivered from the cold chills running down her body, water drops trickling down from her forehead to her chin. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she tries to keep herself warm the best she could.

???: "Hey... You okay? Princess?"

The mysterious figure asked her, holding an umbrella over her head. She recognized that voice almost instantly. She looked up to the figure, seeing Dabi there, but this time his hair was... White? It made her chuckle a bit, she grinned at him, feeling grateful for the kind gesture.

Dabi saw this, turning his head away so she wouldn't see him blush lightly.

Kiki: "Thanks.. For the cover"

Dabi: "shut up" *he huffed in embarrassment*

Kiki: "heh... Whatever, old man"

Dabi: "hey! I'll have you know I'm 22"

Kiki: "oh? I'm 25"

Dabi: "oh- wait really? You look... *his eyes trailed off on her body, her beautiful mixed purple eyes, her long black locks of hair, her plump dark pure lips... Everything about her was... Perfection."

Kiki: "uhhh... Hello? *she waves her hand in his face*

Dabi: "perfect."

Kiki: "huh?"

The two started off awkwardly, chuckling as they started to mock each other's awkwardness. Dabi sat down next to her as they started to talk to each other under the umbrella for what seemed like hours.

Kiki started to relax a bit more now that she got to know Dabi a little bit more, her cheeks turning a bit brighter than before.

Dabi: "Heh, would you look at that, I made you all rosy cheeked~ how cute" *he teased playfully, admiring the light blush on Kiki's face.*

Kiki: *she rubbed her cheeks gently and sighed* "I guess you did old man"

Dabi: "yeahhhh I did, wait- Hey!"

Kiki: *she giggled and took a sip of her juice* "Mmm, so what are you doing here? I thought you didn't take busses, cause yknow, people?"

Dabi: "well.. I saw you and your delicate body shivering so, as the bright knight I am, I came as soon as I can to save the princess from getting a terrible fever~" *he mocked playfully, doing a dramatic damsel in distress pose, earning a laugh from Kiki*

Kiki: "haha! You're funny! But... You actually came here to, cover me from the rain?"

Dabi: *he looked at Kiki with a softened gaze. Before thinking carefully to answer that question, he nodded slowly* "I... Did"

Kiki: "o-oh... Well... That's really sweet of you" *she admits, turning her gaze to him as her face brightened up*

There was a moment of silence between them, before Dabi leaned in closer to Kiki, his lips inching closer to hers as he started to close his eyes. Kiki followed his movements, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, pressing her lips gently against his as they shared a moment of intimacy with a passionate kiss. It was wonderful, it felt... Incredible. Her stomach was fluttering with excitement and her heart felt lighter, like it was dancing on a floor made of clouds.

They slowly pulled away from each other to catch their breath, staring into each other's eyes with a heated gaze. Dabi's eyes were searching for any sign of hesitation or fear, but there was nothing, it was only passion and desire seen in her eyes. And he loved it...

Kiki: "that was..."

Dabi: "amazing... Hey are you um... Are you single?"

Kiki: "yeah?"

Dabi: "I... Was hoping to ask you this for awhile" *he shuffled through his pocket before bringing out a bottle of strawberry milk, a little heart box of chocolates, and a purple rose with a letter*

Kiki's cheeks brightened more, before she slowly took the small array of gifts presented to her, her heart melted from them, she looked at the letter in hand before opening to read what it said...

"𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬,

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞.. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲... 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭... 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭... 𝐒𝐨, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐆𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢."

Her heart melts at the note, a small tear falling down her cheek as she starts to sniffle. She nodded softly and looked up at Dabi with a big smile on her face.

"Yes!! Yes yes I will!!"

She answered with excitement, wrapping her arms around Dabi as she brought him in for a warm embrace.

♡~!!!THANKS FOR READINGGG!!! KIKI AND DABI ARE TOGETHER NOW WOOO!!!~♡

[2kingshmee]

I need you to know I am absolutely obsessed with your dragel au stories. I am literally rambling.

Between the characters I already love from HP, the other different dragel au fics, and the characters (some from khr? I believe) & lore you added; I am literally repeatedly rereading and internally screaming. I literally have cried so much. Plus you've taken my love of Ilsa, Bharin (the topic between him Patrick and Ilsa about babies had me screaming), & Quinn (hearing everyone call him lovely or Loveling or bubblegum lovely has me going feral I swear) has me literally quadrupled it. I like the nicknames to get around the spells and I am kinda obsessed with what you've done with Aiden. I am also not able to be normal about the selkie twins. I love the Sinclair trio and the outpost gheyos and the little Lovelings (I love both Boo, Ryn, JJ, Kiki, and Baby Cay so much I am getting sick from sobbing) I also sobbed so hard about the ace sounds. All the priority prompts are so good 😭. I wanna like roll around in these fics even though that doesn't make sense.

My heart is aflutter with this appreciation post!!!

It makes me so happy for my AU's to be loved and followed to the extent that they are. I'd always been a little cautious and hesitant to post them given not only their overall darker themes than the greater majority of the Dragel works posted, but also because of how similar my AU's are to one another. I.E. they all start around generally the same plot points or spawn off closely aligned scenes with only minor differences at first.

It is also very heart warming to know that the Dragel Canon characters I have grown to love; in my own head for reasons my brain configured all on it's own, (aka Bharin being basically youngling-catnip and Ilsa being like 👀✨️) are now being loved by more than just myself for those same reasons. Not to mention my take on HP Characters the Dragel World then further onto blending KHR into things as well.

My AU's are basically just giant conglomerations of my favorite fandoms meeting each other in the middle. I cannot thank Chera Carmichael enough for starting the Universe I have grown to love on equal (if not more so) than the HP Universe. (Especially when HP and Dragel Universe's are meshed together 🧡🤤✨️.)

As a regular smegular human I treasure individualized nicknames for all of the people significant in my life and that has transfered over into my AU's. I mean they're more personalized/unique in my AU's: like youngling/loveling, but Starlet/Little Star is a nickname my grandparents used to call me when I was little given my middle name is "star-like". They havent done it since I was little, and I doubt they really remember doing it in the first place but it was something that made me feel special and loved and conveying those kind of emotions into my works is a BIG thing to me. Just as conveying grief/trauma are equally as important on the opposite end of the emotional spectrum.

Thank you, truly @moonraisedsunchild (Ohmydekiru), for enjoying my AU's with the same kind of roll-on-the-ground, absorb-them-into-my-skin-if-I-could, fervor 🫡✨️.

Ciao, darling! 🧡

[katsukikitten]

Kitten what is a typical date with Izuku like for you? An all day affair? Small moments? Grandiose gestures? Quiet quality time?

I think Izuku would make dates all day affairs. In his defense he doesn't mean to but I believe he never has a lot of time because of hero work.

Although he learned the hard way to MAKE time for me.

No grandiose gestures, I'm not a big fan because to me your every day actions speak so much louder.

He'll gently wake me up (way too early for my taste) because he's so excited to show me his plans for us for the day. He's been up for hours, his usual run and work out completed and now he just needs to be with me. Carrying me wherever I want until I'm fully awake.

We eat all our meals out for the day 😂 breakfast at our fav place before he takes me to the book store where I can get all that he can carry (he says himself cause he's got bigger hands and obvi can carry a lot) he pouts when I only get one or two books. Giving me reassurance that he wants to spend money on me and that I deserve to get what I want. Gets blushy when I put his hero plush in his arms, gets jealous when I put any other hero plush onto the pile.

"You should get Kaachan instead." Dead ass will put the Red Riot or Shouto plush away and pick up Dynamight 😂

"I thought it was whatever I want!" I'd pout and this is the few times he tells me no, well technically he doesn't tell me he just puts that plush back and gets Suki 😂

Then we'd see some movies and he'd get the BUTTERIEST popcorn for me sneaking in m&M's even tho he can totally afford the five dollars at the cinema. We watch a couple of Ghibli films. Kiki's delivery service always makes him cry when she loses her powers and can no longer hear Jiji. He also really enjoys princess mononoke!

Then some light shopping before dinner, I like to take the time he's with me to have him pick out our friends birthday presents! Ex if we went this month we'd be getting Suki and Tenkoyo something (LEMME LIVE MY DELUSIONS THAT HES GOT A GOOD CHILDHOOD OKAY HES A HERO NOW😭)

If anyone lets their eyes linger on me too long he gives them a polite smile but when they see his eyes they get this shiver that runs down their spine and they simply fuck off somewhere else in a hurry.

I think Izuku is big on touch and gift giving/acts of service. He constantly needs to be holding hands (similar to someone else 👀) likes how I often hold just his forefingers because my hands are smaller. Still gets blushy no matter how long we've been together when I whisper filth into his ear at dinner

To end the date we get little cakes and eat them at home before he asks to wear matching PJs to bed 🥺

[maybe-i-do-write]

Kissing Monsta X (hyung line)

note: this was requested by sister anon

includes- sub!Monsta X (hyung line) x dom!f!reader, kissing, oral (m & f receiving), pegging

if you like my works please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Shownu

I don’t think he kisses you very often (beyond a ‘See you later’ and 'Welcome home’ peck)

if you lie on his chest, he will absentmindedly leave kisses on your forehead

he absolutely loves to feel your hands on his chest so having you sit on top of him as you make out, letting your hands glide over his shoulders and over his pecks gets him rock hard within minutes

falls apart when you kiss up and down his shaft, instead of licking it

gently kissing his neck as you ride him is a way of making him feel loved (he likes to be handled roughly but kissed softly)

Keep reading

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

'i'm not who you think i am' + vexleth or vaxleth 👀 (also i think getting any hate for setting a personal boundary is ridiculous, you are allowed to set your own fandom boundaries and its YOUR blog you can post whatever you want on it!! people can unfollow if they want to disrespect the boundaries that you've set or get blocked)

Keyleth can't imagine why Vax would ever be in love with her. She's awkward and anxious and annoying. Never in her life has she ever been the kind of person people are attracted too, she's nothing like Vex. Which leads to where she is right now, pacing in front of Vax's bedroom door in their keep.

She wants to talk to him, to ask if he was joking. But it's almost like her anxiety is physically stopping her from knocking. She swallows thickly and shakes her head, she can do this. No she can't. Keyleth starts to walk away from Vax's door when it swings open.

Keyleth freezes as Vax looks at her, already wearing his pajamas. She suddenly wishes for her staff, it comforts her to have something to hold onto, to put between her and the things that make her uncomfortable.

"You okay?" Vax asks with a slight frown.

She takes a deep breath, "Yeah, um, can I talk to you?"

He nods and holds the door open for her. Keyleth quickly walks past him. She hasn't been in his room since they moved in and she finds that unlike her, he's done a bit of customization. There's a plush rug on the stone floor, his array of knives hang from the wall, and she can see his clothes spilling out of the dresser drawers.

Vax plops down on the edge of the bed, but the implications of sitting beside him are too much for her so she just sort of stands in front of him, pleating the hem of her shirt anxiously. "Vax, I-I'm not who you think I am."

Vax looks confused. "Are you trying to tell me you're a spy?"

"No," Keyleth groans, frustrated with herself. "I mean, I think you think that I'm someone different than I am. I'm not attractive or-or sexy or confident."

Vax slowly rises to his feet and touches Keyleth's arms, "Kiki, I find you very attractive. You're beautiful." She flushes deep red and looks at the floor. "I have no false ideas about who you are. You are silly and optimistic and yes, awkward, but that's not a flaw. I love you, Keyleth, because you're incredible and because you're not like anyone else."

She just stares at him, not quite understanding what he's saying. But he just smiles at her with that same soft smile and quietly says, "You're amazing, Kiki."

Before she can stop herself, she darts forward and kisses him quickly. She only realizes once she pulls back that it was her first kiss. She covers her mouth in surprise at her own actions and anxiously looks at Vax. He's just looking at her with a dopey grin.

"Was that okay?" She asks, lowering her hand.

Vax nods and runs a hand over his hair, "Do you think I could do that again?"

Keyleth laughs breathlessly and nods. He pulls her towards him, wrapping her into his arms as he kisses her softly.

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[kikithefox231]

HI KIKI!!! For the askgame: 1 3 13 and 23 if you're up for it!! 💖💖💖

AAAAAAAA THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ASK!!!!! I’ve been writing more recently and I’m so happy to talk about it and all my thoughts haha :DDD

1.

Q: Last sentence you wrote?

A: “…So uh. Do you want that 50 dollars in cash or credit?”

This is from a crack fluffy fic I’m writing for Infinity Train!!! Featuring Lake and Jesse who I absolutely adore <333 they are the idiots ever!!!! Half a brain cell shared between them lmao

I titled it “Jesse and Lake’s Disastrous Table Building Fiasco (Or How Jesse and Lake got banned from IKEA)” which explains itself LOL

I’m very excited to finish it ^^ SOON!!!!

3.

Q: how you feel about your current WIP?

A: Great!!!! @mell0bee was really supportive of me while I was writing and gave me feedback as I wrote it! It definitely helped me not immediately lose motivation haha

Also I’m happy to do something crack and fluffy!! I rarely ever do that and I really missed doing something really silly :DDD

13.

Q: a fandom you’re thinking about writing for?

A: SOOOOOO MANY!!!! But at the moment I’d like to write more for infinity train!! I’d like to write something for each book and make it a series of character studies!! Also the show has so much angst and I THRIVE off of angst LOL so I must write more for it!!! I’ve really been appreciating it a lot after rewatching more of it recently (esp book 2 & 4!!! I love all of them tho!!!!)

I’d also like to write a canon divergence/au ficlet for The Dragon Prince as well!! The new season gave me some brainworms 👀👀👀 (it’s super angsty as well LOL)

I’m ALSO working on a longfic for glitch techs!!!! I’ve been stuck on a part of the first chapter DX BUT IM GETTING THERE!!!! The notes doc for it is 24 pages long and the outline doc is 4 (atm) LOL so it’s very thorough!!! I’m really excited to release it since this show doesn’t have as big of fanbase as it used to back when it was airing so I thought doing a big project like this could bring back some more fans again and get some more support for the show! But anyways, I just really adore the show I got a canon divergent idea back in February and I’ve been developing it into a longfic since!!!! I even have a cover for it ready :DDDD

23:

Q: pick three keywords that describe your writing?

A: OOF this one is so hard :’) I think I’d go with “short but impactful” since lots of my works don’t go past 1K but I’ve learned to pack a bunch of emotions into every word and scene! I think it’s sometimes a hit or miss but I really like writing emotional scenes that are really hard hitting and dramatic haha

If it’s just keywords and not a phrase then I’d go with “emotional, dramatic, personal”

Personal because a lot of my work is me projecting onto characters and expressing a lot of my own emotions and thoughts through them

Thank you so much for asking again!!! It means so much to me and I really appreciate it!! ^^

[kookstempo]

HELLO, MILF. 💛

[…] only acting as background noise for the true entertainment of the night. Him. 

i’m sobbing

“I find it sooo sexy when guys paint their nails,” you had told him on a summer day last week, swirling your tongue around a popsicle before suckling on the tip, looking him dead in the eyes.

JDKFJAHAHAHA a genius

It’s one of those smiles that reaches his pupils before it trickles down the rest of his face. “You look so beautiful right now.”

The faint stinging in your poor nipple was nothing compared to what your body normally endured after a night in the sheets with him. It was all welcome though. You both loved to indulge in that side of him once in a while. 

oh reAllY? 👀👀👀

This morning, his angry grumbling and fussing with the covers stirred you awake before sunrise. His photoshoot lasted longer than projected, showing up to your hotel room two hours late with a panicked look on his face. He loved his job, but it undoubtedly took a toll on him. 

aaah baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺

You communicated so effectively that you had grown to love those previously unbearable qualities in one another. The relationship aged like fine wine. The flames were no longer scorching, just warm and comfortable. 

kIKI?! this is stunning oh god

Little did you know, that very same night, Jungkook had snuck off into the bathroom during the afterparty. A picture of you in your cap and gown that your mother texted him had his vision blurry. He contemplated jumping on the next flight home. He never told you about that though. 

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

You want to comfort him, tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, but the way he shifts in his spot makes his pelvis rub right against your core. 

pAY ATTENTION MA’AM JDNFNSKSKSHAHA

“I told you, not tonight,” Jungkook growls, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?”

and that spank- 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ yes, sir

“You’re so dumb. Such a slut. I can’t even talk to you without you getting horny.” 

i need to touch some grass

He softly smacks your cheek with an open palm, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side. “What should I do with you then? Hm?”

oh 🦆-

You turn onto your side and bury your head into his shoulder as you come down from your high. He leans his cheek against your forehead, rubbing small circles against your lower back.

take it >> 💍

He mumbles a little ‘be careful’ when he helps you up, watching your feet to make sure they don’t slip. Always looking out for you in small ways.

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

���Alright, knees. Now.”

He grabs your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to force you down to your knees. The floor feels gross and cold against your shins.

“You do what I tell you, got it?” From your angle, he looks menacing. He’s peering down at you over that big nose, chest puffed out and red from exertion. The veins in his arm popping out under his inked skin as he held you with an iron grip. You have half a mind to cancel his gym membership.

odkentngndkksdoci yES, DADDY (but that last sentence pls 😭😂)

“Look at me when you talk to me.” He doesn't even give you the chance to react, yanking your hair until your face is tilted upwards.

jesus christ!!!!!!!!!!! KIKI.

“I go away for a week and you forget everything I taught you? Do I have to train you all over again?” He questions, mocking you.

whatever you say, daddy-

He bends at the waist, letting a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips and into your mouth.

?!!?!?! hELP

You gasp as his cock swings into your cheek with a loud thud.

i was so nOT expecting that

You can’t help but wonder if that was a freudian slip.

???? oh my fucking god. i love you. freudian slip?!!!!;!;’dnsksosisisos

Right in the palm of your hand and you like putty, moldable into any shape you want. Any version of him you desire.

👀 hehehe

You arch your back, giving him a clear view of your perky ass, before you start shaking and bouncing it. Teasing him.

oh god i love her

Atleast you were comfortable now. You always win one way or another.

JDNFNEKWJAJADKDKSID

The other wraps around his dick, giving it a languid pump. 

??!!! JUNGKOOK HAJDNDJAJA

“What are they gonna do, arrest us?” Now it’s your turn to question his logic, exaggerating your words and moving your neck around like a bobble head.

forgot they’re at a hotel lol 🤡

“Turn around before I lose my boner.” 

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 stop

His tongue trails up, circling around your other hole. You squeal.

?.!:’dkkwlesoiwowowsoekgmfis!!!!

Determined to get him off, you start throwing your ass back, using all your might to work his cock in and out of you. Skin slapping against skin. 

uUuUUh yes

He loved folded you like a pretzel while he fucked you. In his words, putting you in simple, uncomplicated positions was ‘wasted potential.’ He was hell-bent on putting your flexibility to good use. 

this pretzel is gonna snap at some point 🙇🏻‍♀️

“I want to be good for you- to you. I don’t want to miss anymore, please- don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.” 

what’s happening!!! nooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺

What was that myth again? Something about being able to feel your soulmate's pain?

Light touches trail over your shoulders and down your arms until they reach your palms. He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand.

osofkdntnrskiddi 😭😭😭😭😭

Bringing the left one to his mouth, he places exactly four kisses against it. The last kiss is longer and more meaningful than the rest.

4!!!!! as in!!!! 4 years!!!! 😭😭😭

There had been a total of eight noise complaints. All coming from the same floor. 

NOOOO AJFNSSJJS NOT THE MOTEL!

kiki, i loved it SO SO SO much. thank you for this.

imagine | jjk (m)

→pairing: model!jk x reader

→genre: established relationship, smut, fluff, angst if you squint

→word count: 7.5k

→warnings: literally everything don’t read this lol. dom jk, bratty sub reader, mentions of relationship issues, alcohol use, degrading, titty sucking, spanking, gentle face smacking w hand and penis, rough sex turned to luv making, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, spitting, brief pussy eating and (here’s the kicker) ass licking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don’t u dare), creampie, snot play (kidding ew kook just wipes reader’s nose they’re in love shh), hotel bathroom sex lets goooo! jk is mean but loves reader so so much, sappy and corny at points

→summary: Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching TV shows. You, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. 

→notes: this is my first time writing fanfic so please be gentle with me. i know the smut is not the best. i really struggled with it, definitely not a natural when it comes to writing sexi time. i kinda love every other part of this BUT the smut which sucks because it's like… 70% smut. i tried my best yall. hopefully it will get better with time! feedback is very much appreciated. i hope you enjoy it i love u bye!!

“I can’t believe she’s still with this fucking guy. He’s such a prick…” Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head a little before shoveling another bite of pad thai into his mouth. 

God, he was beautiful. His skin was pink and dewy, eyes glistening as he focused on the k-drama you had been begging him to watch with you all week. Ironically, he was more into it than you were. The show playing on your laptop, which you had very cleverly propped up on the toilet in front of you, only acting as background noise for the true entertainment of the night. Him. 

You felt a wave of warmth rush over you as you watched him. That sticky sweet feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, inside and out. The shimmery water surrounding you, adorn with bubbles and rose petals, was warm and floral scented. The dim light from the candles you had set up gave the hotel bathroom a warm, saturated glow. The takeout he ordered was still hot on the bamboo tray between the two of you. His fingers, wrapped around a pair of chopsticks as he ate the leftovers from your plate, were painted a fiery shade of red. 

You smiled to yourself, remembering how easy it had been to manipulate him into getting a manicure with you. “I find it sooo sexy when guys paint their nails,” you had told him on a summer day last week, swirling your tongue around a popsicle before suckling on the tip, looking him dead in the eyes. The very next morning he scheduled a dual appointment at your favorite salon. 

Everything felt warm and comfortable.

Feeling you watching him, Jungkook turns his attention to you. The damp ends of his blonde hair were frizzy, sticking out awkwardly around his head like a misshapen halo. He squints his doe eyes when they meet yours. There was eyeliner smudged around the outer corners, leftover from the shoot earlier in the day. He was a mess, but he never looked more angelic.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says playfully through a mouthful of noodles. It was an obnoxious habit. Disgusting when others did it, but somehow adorable when he did. “I thought you wanted to watch this.” 

“I thought you didn’t, but I’ve seen you tear up at least three times and we’re only on the fourth episode. You’re far too invested, Koo.” 

“I am not,” he whines, “and they added too much cilantro, it’s making my eyes water.”

You giggle and reach your foot out, softly kicking his leg underneath the water. He levels you with a faux sniffle and pout, before reaching his tattooed arm out of the bath and grabbing the bottle of red wine on the floor next to him. He had room service deliver it while you were running the bath, knowing you would complain about the price. Even after all these years together, even though he was more than financially capable of doing so, you still felt uncomfortable with him spending money on you. That never seemed to stop him though.

“Here baby, have some more wine,” he coos, pouring the crimson liquid into your glass, filling up his own, and then placing the bottle back in its spot on the ground. His eyes crinkle again as he takes you in. This time it isn’t out of annoyance. It’s one of those smiles that reaches his pupils before it trickles down the rest of his face. “You look so beautiful right now.”

Your hair is in a messy bun. You have no makeup on. You trail your gaze down to your bare breasts, nipples poking out from behind the bubbles. “You’re only saying that because my tits are out.”

He looks down at your chest and hums in agreement, not inconspicuous in the slightest... 

You tut your tongue, motioning towards his torso. “I don’t know, your tits are bigger than mine these days.” It was a stretch. But not by much. He had been spending a lot more time at the gym recently, trying to grow his frame in preparation for the more provocative jobs he’s been landing. 

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that slide, quickly reaching over and pinching a nipple in retaliation. The audacity. The offending hand retreats before you can swat it away. 

“Ow!” You wince, jutting your bottom lip out very dramatically in an attempt to make him feel bad. He didn’t, the little brat. The faint stinging in your poor nipple was nothing compared to what your body normally endured after a night in the sheets with him. It was all welcome though. You both loved to indulge in that side of him once in a while. 

He lets out one of those high pitched laughs. The one he makes after does something naughty. More of a squeal than anything else. Your favorite. So cute that you can’t bring yourself to scold him further when he spills a little wine into the bathtub.

“Don’t be a brat. Tonight is not the night.” Hm. Touché. 

As much as you would love to keep going, riling him up to the point where he couldn’t help destroy you, you decide against it… for now, atleast. You know he’s tired. This morning, his angry grumbling and fussing with the covers stirred you awake before sunrise. His photoshoot lasted longer than projected, showing up to your hotel room two hours late with a panicked look on his face. He loved his job, but it undoubtedly took a toll on him. 

“I’ll be good. See?” You raise your glass, clinking it with his. “To us!” 

“To us,” he agrees sternly, plump lips pulling into a grin as he nods his head with purpose. “Happy anniversary, my love.” 

Just like that, it’s been four years. Four years of you. Four years with him. 

You can’t help but reflect on your relationship as you sip the alcohol. It burns as it goes down your throat, but tastes so divine when it hits your tongue. Duality.

Although pure and true, your relationship with Jungkook has been far from perfect. The beginning was rocky. You had just started college and were in shambles, uncertain of what you wanted for your future. You weren’t ready for a relationship; too insecure to let him into your heart. Jungkook’s heart had always been big and accessible, however, his ego was even bigger. It came with the territory. He was just breaking into the modeling industry when you first met. He always felt like he had to prove something to the world. A bit arrogant even. These distinct differences between the two of you ignited explosive arguments, leaving you both burned and in tears. 

However, even in the darkness of night there is the promise of daylight. And even when the sun sets again in the evening, it leaves behind a paradise of colors, making it known that it will come back in the morning. Underneath all the fire, was a spark. At the end of the day, despite all the bullshit, you loved each other deeply. Eventually, you learned how to manage the differences. You communicated so effectively that you had grown to love those previously unbearable qualities in one another. The relationship aged like fine wine. The flames were no longer scorching, just warm and comfortable. 

Here you are, four years later. Spending your anniversary in a bathroom, with subpar takeout, because simply being together was a celebration enough. 

“Well, well, well, look who's crying now. Big baby.”

You hadn’t realized you were tearing up. You say nothing. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His tone takes a drastic turn when he notices the shift in your mood.

“Nothing, I just love you so much.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, doe eyes larger than normal, expression unreadable. He lifted the tray out of the bath before reaching over and pausing the long forgotten drama playing on your laptop. Wet hand and all. You would’ve yelled at him if you weren’t so emotional. 

“Come here,” he whispers. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you forward until you’re positioned in his lap. Straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck on instinct. 

“I’m sorry I was late today… and I’m sorry I missed your graduation.” 

You’re taken back, not really sure of what to make of his seemingly random confession. Jungkook had been invited to New York Fashion Week a month prior. Easily the biggest break in his career thus far. Unfortunately, the dates overlapped with your graduation ceremony. Of course, you had been bummed out, but you would never deprive him of something that monumental. Later that night, you came home to a note on your doorstep and an apartment full of roses. 

Little did you know, that very same night, Jungkook had snuck off into the bathroom during the afterparty. A picture of you in your cap and gown that your mother texted him had his vision blurry. He contemplated jumping on the next flight home. He never told you about that though. 

“Koo, I understand. Your job is important to-”

“You’re important too, though. The most important.” His arms snaked their way around your waist, constricting you to his body. Face to face. Chest to chest. Nipples to nipples.

“I’m just… I’m so proud of you.” Soft, velvet, palms rub down your back, squeezing when they reach your ass. It was an innocent gesture. He was trying to reassure you. But all you could focus on was how good it felt to be touched by him. 

“I love you, you know that?” 

You peep a halfhearted ‘mhm’, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The blonde really suited him. He looked so sexy. You wanted to devour him.

“I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been in the beginning, so I really try to be there now.” The emotion behind his words was evident. Him dismissing your achievements had been a major point of contention in the early days. He’s changed a lot since then. You want to comfort him, tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, but the way he shifts in his spot makes his pelvis rub right against your core. 

The teenest tiniest moan slips past your lips.

“__, are you even listening to me?”

If you said yes, it would be a lie. His words were like the abandoned k-drama, white noise. You slide your hands to his cheeks, pressing your forehead against him, inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed by him. Maybe it was because you haven’t had sex in over a week, which was almost unheard of in your relationship. Maybe it was because you’ve never felt more loved and validated by anyone like you did him. Whatever it was, it was turning you on. Fast. 

“I am baby, I just want-”

“You want what?” 

“I want you.” 

“Me?” His warm breath fans across your face. When he speaks, it comes out low, deep, and methodical. He licks his lips, making them glowly and pink. The tip of his tongue dragging against your own. His red nails now digging into your skin. Pupils morphing into a deep black. Pure lust. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.” 

You feel a hard smack against your ass, water splashing over the edge of the tub upon impact. You wince, knowing that tomorrow you will have a Jungkook-shaped sore spot on your bottom. You’re in for it now. The anticipation leaves you dripping. 

“I told you, not tonight,” Jungkook growls, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?”

Another spank. This time even harder. It makes you grip onto his hair, knuckles paling. 

“Why can’t you be good? It’s our anniversary. I wanted to be sweet with you.” He sinks his teeth into your neck, biting down and then sucking. He spanks you again, making you hold onto the edge of the tub to stop yourself from jerking forward. “Now I have to punish you.”

“I like you like this though.” You can’t help the neediness and desperation that’s laced through your voice. 

“Of course you do,” he chuckles, sinfully licking over the mark he created. “You’re so dumb. Such a slut. I can’t even talk to you without you getting horny.” 

“That’s not true,” you whimper. 

“It’s not? Then why are you so wet?” He spreads your cheeks with both hands, middle and ring finger rubbing between your folds, collecting your wetness. He takes a few seconds to barely circle your clit. His touch is light and feathery, teasing. Fuck him and his big hands. He brings them up to your lips, tapping. “Open.”

“But they’re all soapy…”

He hums, knowing you want to be good. He’s willing to compromise. He softly smacks your cheek with an open palm, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side. “What should I do with you then? Hm?”

“I want your fingers,” you say softly, voice coming out muffled from him squeezing your cheeks together. 

“Where?” 

“Inside of me.”

“Where though?”

You huff and wrap your hand around his wrist and pull him off. Your fingers don’t even touch, tiny in comparison. This was what you wanted, practically begged for. However, it still drove you nuts whenever he made you wait, wanting you to articulate every little detail, get you soaked before he even touched you. “I want them in my pussy… your pussy.” You whimper, guiding his hand down to where you wanted him most. Pressing down, you move his fingers against your clit in tight circles. You moan at the contact. “There.”

He takes the hint, rubbing you just the way you like. Slow and sensual. You can’t help the obscene noise ripping through you. 

Jungkook’s fingers dip further down, playing with your entrance, getting them nice and wet, before sneaking in. Moaning loudly, you roll your head back. He always filled you up so good. You can’t help but clench around his fingers, afraid he’ll pull back and leave you stranded. 

He curls them, knowing exactly how to touch to have you pooling into his palm. It feels like heaven. Just when you think the gates are opening, his fingers come to a halt. 

You shoot him an exasperated look. 

“Get yourself off. I know you know how, slut.” Your eyebrows slant and you clench your jaw. He’s a demon. He flashes a crooked bunny smile your way, finding your angry face very adorable. Not intimidating in the slightest. “Go on.”

You place your hands on the sides of the tub, using it as leverage to lift your entire body up. You were going to cum, even if it meant he made you do all the work. Sinking back down, you start fucking yourself on his fingers. Snap your hips up, before going all the way down to his tattooed knuckles. Your knees digging into the porcelain as you form a steady pace. You know they’re going to hurt afterwards, but it felt too fucking good to stop. 

“I told you the manicure was worth it,” you mumble, somehow finding the strength to sass him. It was all part of the game. He loved the fight for dominance, even though you both knew it was something you relinquished willingly. 

If asked what his favorite thing about you was, Jungkook would say your witt. He loved when you smart-mouthed him, put him in his place. You could feel his cock plumping at your words, rubbing between your cheeks with every rut of your hips. 

“Shut up.” He scoots himself further down until he’s leveled with your bouncing chest, careful not to disrupt your movements. He teases your nipple with the tip of his tongue before catching it into his mouth. 

“Fuck, I love it,” you whisper, transitioning to a grind. One of your hands cups the back of his head, holding him close. Your hips rotate, mirroring the swirling of his tongue. Your clit was rubbing against the plush skin of his palm. 

The rosy pink bath water ripples, overflowing and splashing. You didn’t care about the mess on the bathroom floor, not when the mess between your thighs was more important. 

He moans against you, sending a vibration through your sensitive, overworked, nipple. He takes the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging gently and then moving onto the other. 

He starts curling his clean cut fingers with every drag of your leaking cunt, stroking your g-spot expertly, giving you more stimulation. Overstimulating you. “Please, Koo…”

“Already?” 

You nod frantically. All the years spent above you, behind you, and below you made him well aware of your signs. He knew you were close. “I want you to cum. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he sighs, just as desperate as you, turned on by your pleasure. Lips still wrapped around your nipple. It makes your clit throb. 

He abruptly starts thrusting his fingers into you. Your hips still as you lean your entire weight on him, bracing yourself as you reach the point of no return. He makes you cry for the second time when your orgasm hits, leaving you gasping into his ear. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably. His fingers slow, curling deliciously until he milks out every bit of your orgasm. 

You turn onto your side and bury your head into his shoulder as you come down from your high. He leans his cheek against your forehead, rubbing small circles against your lower back. Completely ignoring the flushed, angry cock resting against his lower stomach. Your sweet boy. So sweet that you just couldn’t get enough. 

His rough persona was already starting to fade. Not on your watch. 

You look down, eyeing his pretty pink tip through the bubbles. Pinker than the water. He has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It makes you salivate.

You trail your manicured nails down his chest, circling his nipple, running over his solid abdomen, and down to his cock. You rub your index finger against the slit and then stroke his head with your fingertip. “I know you’re tired but… I want more. Wanna lick it.”

He huffs out a laugh and then pecks on the top of your head. He wonders how you could be so cute, yet so naughty and dirty? You feel a tap against your ass, signaling for you to get off of him. 

You wide-eye him when he stands. Droplets of water were running down his body. One gets caught in the dip of his v-line, trickling until it becomes lost in the dark patch of trimmed hair above his shaft. His thick, toned legs flexing as he steps out of the tub. You’re convinced that no matter how much time passes, you’ll still find him breathtaking. 

He mumbles a little ‘be careful’ when he helps you up, watching your feet to make sure they don’t slip. Always looking out for you in small ways. It was a subconscious trait he developed as he grew to love you more than anything or anyone. He tugs you close, looking at you with so much love in his eyes. You crane your neck up, pressing your lips against his. Nothing crazy or sloppy, just a kiss. Kissing Jungkook felt like it always did, warm and comfortable. 

“Alright, knees. Now.”

Asshole.

Interrupting your thoughts, yet again. You frown and look at the tile. The wet tile might you add. “But my knees-”

He grabs your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to force you down to your knees. The floor feels gross and cold against your shins.

“You do what I tell you, got it?” From your angle, he looks menacing. He’s peering down at you over that big nose, chest puffed out and red from exertion. The veins in his arm popping out under his inked skin as he held you with an iron grip. You have half a mind to cancel his gym membership.

His big, leaking, cock is standing right in front of you. It was almost intimidating.

You answer him with the most miniscule nod. 

“Use your words.”

“I’ll listen.”

“Look at me when you talk to me.” He doesn't even give you the chance to react, yanking your hair until your face is tilted upwards.

“I’ll listen,” you peep. 

“I go away for a week and you forget everything I taught you? Do I have to train you all over again?” He questions, mocking you.

“Yes, please. I don’t seem to remember,” you challenge, blinking up at him innocently, but so deviously.

“Open,” he commands. You listen, opening wide and sticking your tongue out. He bends at the waist, letting a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips and into your mouth. You swallow immediately, knowing what to do. Obviously well informed of the rules despite your protests.

“Good girl.” Releasing your hair, he brings his fingers to your lips, recalling your refusal to put them in your mouth earlier. “Again.” 

He’s just as devious as you are.

You flick your hair over your shoulders dramatically, hoping he’ll pick up on your annoyance. Squinting in defiance, you take his middle and index finger in your mouth, going all the way down to his knuckles, biting a little. You slide your tongue between them, letting them hit the back of your throat before pulling away. They do taste a bit soapy, but you suppose a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

He shoves them back in before you move away entirely, making you choke. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. Gotta stretch you out first, don’t I baby?” He scissors his fingers, testing your gag reflex. Taunting you. You inhale and pinch your eyes shut, wanting to prove him wrong. You even bob your head a little, taking them in deeper. He lets out a shaky breath, clearly affected by your actions, exiting your drooling mouth. 

Nimble fingers wrap around his cock, using your spit to slick himself up. He squeezes right under the crown. Both of you watch in awe as a drop of precum oozes out. He shuffles closer to you, jaw going slack as he peers down at you. It looks like he’s contemplating something. Whatever it was, he better get going because if you have to wait even lo-

You gasp as his cock swings into your cheek with a loud thud. The heaviness makes you flinch. He pauses, expecting you to reprimand him. He did just smack you with his dick. To his surprise, you don’t say anything. In fact, you appear to be even more turned on than before, fluttering your lashes at him. Asking for more.

He makes a content noise, continuing to tap the tip against your face, watching as a sticky string of precum forms. “God, you’re so whipped baby. Why do you let me treat you like this?”

It was a rhetorical question, but you answer anyway. “Because I love you.”

“You love me?” He smiles, rigid expression softening for a second, pleased with your answer. “You love my dick. It’s all you think about. I bet when I was away you all you did was sit in bed with a wet pussy. Waiting for me to come home and fuck you.” 

You can’t help but wonder if that was a freudian slip. If he was still beating himself up for missing out on your graduation, mentioning it with no context or explanation. It makes your heart hurt, but that was a conversation for tomorrow morning. Tonight, you were going to do whatever you could to distract him.

Wetness touches your bottom lip. He rubs the head of his penis against you, smearing precum on your lips. He coos, mocking your compliance and submission. Sexually humiliating you is one of his favorite activities. You let him, even puckering your lips to sneak in a few kisses here and there. The light touches make him groan. “You gonna let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”

“Hm... I dunno.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

No answer.

“Are you going to put it in your mouth or what?” He scoffs, gnawing on his bottom lip. His right brow twitches. His forehead pulls in a bit. The irritated flicks in features already visible. 

You shrug nonchalantly. Internally, you were jumping for joy. He’s so fucking easy to manipulate. Right in the palm of your hand like putty, moldable into any shape you want. Any version of him you desire. 

His cock is angry too. Bright red and dripping. Needing to be touched. Craving you. Your mouth. Your pussy.

It jumps when you wrap your hand around it. So touch starved. Your pace is devastatingly lethargic, grip loose, not firm the way you know he loves and wants. His foreskin moves with you, rolling back and forth over his begging tip. So needy and wet. You wondered if the people next door could hear the nasty gushy noises his cock made as you jerked it.

You lean forward and lap at his slit. Airy kitten licks that provide barely any sensation to his greedy cock. One after the other. You feel his stare burning into your skin. He’s watching you, nostrils flaring as he grows impatient and agitated. You arch your back, giving him a clear view of your perky ass, before you start shaking and bouncing it. Teasing him.

“Enough, __!” He seethes, fisting your hair and bucking his hips with so much vigor that he stumbles forward. His cock shoves past your lips and down your throat. He catches himself by slamming a hand against the wall-mounted mirror in front of him, leaving a small crack in the middle. The neighbors definitely heard that one, but you were too far gone to care. 

The jolt sends you falling back on your butt, landing on the fluffy area rug in front of the sink. Atleast you were comfortable now. You always win one way or another.

Your legs are now laying flat between his, knees knocked together. Trapped between Jungkook and the sleek black wood of the integrated sink behind you. You're pressed against his pelvis, the soft hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nostrils.

Initially, you gag around him. Spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin after a few dauntingly long seconds. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to the sudden intrusion. There’s a natural urge to push him away. Your matching red nails digging into his thighs as you try to shove him off of you.

“You’re okay.” He doesn’t let up. Feet firmly planted on either side of you. “Breathe. You can take it.”

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you inhale and exhale through your nose, regaining your composure. Determined to be good for him. 

When he touches you, it’s delicate and gentle, pushing your damp hair back. Fingers working their way through a few tangles. He cups your cheek, brushing away your stray tears. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

You nod, making the tip of his cock rub against the back of your throat. Your mouth is warm and moist, like a sauna that’s sole purpose was to make him nut. The sensation makes him grunt. He brings his opposite hand down, holding your head still before taking a shallow thrust. Only giving you half of his length and then pulling back. Testing the waters. 

Glancing up at him with watery eyes, you meet him halfway, hollowing your cheeks. Your throat feels raw but his cock tastes phenomenal. Clean and sugary. Not a day goes by where you don’t thank the stars for blessing you with a man who eats fairly healthy and follows a strict hygiene regimen. 

Your nose is running a little. Jungkook notices before you do. His shoulders rise up with laughter, wiping it away with his big thumb. “So gross, baby. So cute.” It was gross, but you weren’t embarrassed, not with him.

Your jaw goes slack as you accept more of his cock, relaxing into the feeling. He picks up the pace, basking in view of his glossy cock dragging against your lips. You’re a vision. So beautiful to him. The disgusting wet noises your throat makes when he pulls away are deafening. He loves the way you gag when he pushes back in.

Jungkook has always been a bit quiet during sex, minus the dirty talk, of course. Never one to make obnoxious, pornographic sounds. He left that to you. You didn’t mind though. You can’t help but hum around him, loud and vulgar, when you hear his low grunts, knowing you’ve earned them. 

Your hands rub at his smooth, hairless thighs, feeling the muscles underneath clench and unclench, pulling his skin taut. He made the impromptu decision to get them waxed while his nails were drying under the UV light. ‘For shoots and stuff… It’s in nowadays’ he had snapped at you when you questioned his choice. Your palms make their way behind him, gripping his ass and pulling, wanting more of his cock.

“Mhm, it’s yours, baby. Take it.” He licks his lips and nods, looking at you with hooded lustful eyes, flicking his hair away so he can watch. “Tight little mouth…”

His voice sounded fucked out, so turned on. His head rolls off to the side like he doesn’t have the strength to support it anymore. All of the energy being sucked out of him, literally and figuratively. 

His hand cups the back of your head, thrusting every inch of his cock into your mouth. Holding you in place. His nose scrunches up and his brows knit together, cute dimple poking out as he bites the inside of his cheek. You hum, swaying your head from side to side. 

“Stop, m’ gonna cum,” he groans, attempting to pull you off. You’re persistent though, clinging onto him, keeping him snug inside of you.

“Ah, no- stop,” he whimpers in a high pitched voice you’ve never heard before. It was so desperate it made you clench around nothing. You feel him twitch in your mouth, hips jerking away like the pleasure is too much. He’s so deep that he can feel your tongue flat against his balls, licking and drooling down them. 

You pull off with a pop when you decide he’s had enough. 

“Fuck you,” he says through a laugh. He reaches his hands up, running them over his face to calm himself down. “You were going to make me cum before we even fucked.”

There’s a translucent strand of spit connecting his penis to your mouth. You swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. A fit of coughs erupt through your chest. Booming and rough, before fading into a string of mischievous giggles. You feel delirious and light headed. He mumbles something about how well you took him, about how you were so good. You don’t really know. You can’t really focus at the moment.

You press your cheek against Jungkook’s leg, beaming up at him. So infatuated with him. So in love. High off endorphins and serotonin. 

“Stop laughing!” He shouts playfully, guiding you to your feet and pressing you against the marble countertop. He kisses your cheek before burrowing his head into your shoulder. “You’re fucking bonkers, babe.”

“Me? You fully broke the mirror!” 

“Huh?”

You twist in his arms, giggling madly as you crane your neck awkwardly to look at the mirror behind you. “It’s right…,” you look around, trying to scope out the crack, pressing your fingertip to it when you find it, “here!” There’s already tiny fragments missing, exposing the wooden frame underneath. You leave a smudge on the dewy glass when you pull away. 

He deadpans you, jaw dropping open like he’s just received tragic and unexpected news. The modeling definitely upped his acting capabilities, making him animated and theatrical over the most mundane things. You guess it’s somewhat justified in this situation.

Black irises flicker to you, then the mirror, then back to you. His hand clamps over his open mouth. “What the fuck, __?”

“Don’t blame me! You were the one that broke it.” You shout back, very amused by his reaction.

“Yeah, but you should’ve at least said something,” he states like it’s the most obvious and certain thing in the world. His arms are outstretched, palms facing you, looking at you like you’re missing brain cells for not comprehending his thought process. One hand drops against his side in disbelief. The other wraps around his dick, giving it a languid pump. 

You roll your eyes. He’s such a boy.

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” you mumble, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. He can’t stand having his hair in his face, constantly stealing your hair ties and losing them on sets, at the gym, and basically where else he goes. The wispy ones at his hairline are sticking to his clammy skin. “What are they gonna do, arrest us?” Now it’s your turn to question his logic, exaggerating your words and moving your neck around like a bobble head.

“No… but we’re going to have to pay for it.”

“Oh, whatever. I’ll pay.”

“Shut up, no you won’t,” he says sternly, twirling his index finger in a circle. “Turn around before I lose my boner.” 

You do as he says, turning around to face the mirror. It’s so blurry that all you can see in it is two silhouettes amongst the condensation. Good. It saves you the embarrassment of looking at yourself. You know you look crazy and disheveled. You can already picture it in your head. Hair tangled, lips swollen, tear stained cheeks, lashes clumped together.

You bend over the counter, upper body pressing into the marble slab. It’s cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the hot, stuffy atmosphere of the bathroom. It sends a piercing shock down your spine when your nipples touch the surface. You turn your head to the side, cheeks squished.

Perking your ass up, you wait patiently for his cock. Your glistening folds are on full display for him, so enticing and sweet. He spreads your ass with both hands, catching a glimpse of your puckering hole. You’re messy there too, arousal from your pussy having trickled down throughout the night. You looked so appetizing. He’s spent countless hours of his life buried in your pussy, lapping up your juices, breathing you in with his nose smushed into your clit. Jungkook would die a happy man knowing he got to experience the taste of you. 

“Kook, please hur-,” your words are cut short by a loud cry when you feel his mouth on you instead. Wet muscle tickling your clit before dragging through your entrance. It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, flat tongue dipping into you. His plump lips close after each lick, creating these soft smacking noises that send you into overdrive. 

His tongue trails up, circling around your other hole. You squeal.

“I can’t take so much- I can’t ta- just fuck me already,” you cry out. You reach your hand back, searching to ground yourself, wanting to touch him. He intertwines your fingers with his, snickering as he gets back up. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss is placed on your shoulder. They make a warm stream from the back of your neck to your tailbone. He takes his time, pressing kisses on every part of your skin. The tender moment makes you dizzy. 

“I’m sorry baby, you just- I’m so fucked up right now.”  He felt jittery and sensitive. Needing you as much as you needed him. “I’ll do anything you want- anything for you.”

You grind your hips back, needy for his cock. “I want you inside me. Fill me up.”

The sound of your voice has him weak. He didn’t need any more convincing, letting go of your hand and bending at the knees to align himself with your aching core. He spits on his cock, spreading it around your hungry core with the head. It wasn’t necessary, but a little extra lubrication never hurt anyone. 

He grabs your ass, pulling a cheek aside, wanting to see everything. A front row seat to his favorite show. He knows he’s going to just slide right in with how drenched you were. 

He stuffs himself in, catching you off guard with the lack of preparation, giving you his entire length on the first push. The arch of your back sucked his cock in so deep that you felt it in your stomach. You felt so full, so stretched. Like he was made to be inside of you. Your mouth opens wide with a silent scream, clawing at the countertop, needing to cling onto something. Anything. Your fingertips hurt as they press into the marble. 

Jungkook’s eyes are locked on the way your pussy just engulfs his cock. It tries to suck him back in when he pulls away, like it doesn’t want him to leave. Like it’s your life force. If he withdraws, your body will surely wither away into a pile of little pink sparkles. 

“Can you just-” he grunts, wrapping his colorful arm under your hips and lifting, making your parted thighs come together. “Yeah, like that… so tight like this.”

“Mhm, feels so good like this Koo,” you purr in agreement. The fit is more snug than before. You can feel every ridge of his shaft against your walls. Every vein. It makes your toes curl into the soft shag carpet beneath you. 

Chills rush through your limbs when he starts to snap his hips into you. There’s intent behind his thrusts. Pulling all the way back, leaving only the very tip of his cock inside of you. Watching as your cunt clenchs around it. Loving how your arousal turns milky, leaving his dick so wet and creamy. Then, he plunges all the way in. You let out little ‘mmm’ noises when his hips meet yours, breasts jiggling wildly underneath you. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. He slows down for a moment, smushing his pelvis flush against your ass and swiveling his hips in a circle. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cum. 

“Me either, it’s okay,” you tell him, placing your palms flat and pushing your body up. Determined to get him off, you start throwing your ass back, using all your might to work his cock in and out of you. Skin slapping against skin. 

“Don’t.” He places one palm on your hip, halting your movements. The other goes to your shoulder, pushing you back down. “Lift your leg up,” he orders, pointing to the ledge of the sink, showing you exactly what he wants you to do. 

This was something he did often. Whenever you two had sex, Jungkook put you in all kinds of bendy positions. He loved folded you like a pretzel while he fucked you. In his words, putting you in simple, uncomplicated positions was ‘wasted potential.’ He was hell-bent on putting your flexibility to good use. 

Picking your knee up and placing it on the sink makes his cock slip out. You hear a hushed ‘fuck’ escape his lips. He’s quick to guide himself back to your drippy center. He’s so deep you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your eyes roll back, squeezing shut when you feel tears prick at the outer corners. You’ve cried way too much in the past hour… 

“Stay still, let me take care of you.” You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you. If you’re being honest, his dick usually left you dazed and confused. But his voice sounded broken. Almost like he was on the verge of falling apart.

Without warning, he rests his entire weight on you, smashing his chest to your back. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the warmth radiating off of him was overpowering. 

“I want to make you feel good,” he fucking whimpers as his hand snakes between your bodies. He uses his ring and index finger to spread you open, middle finger massaging your clit. He nudges your head to the side, making room for him to nuzzle into your neck. “I want to be good for you- to you. I don’t want to miss anymore, please- don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.” 

He’s plowing into you with so much force, trying to emphasize what he means. You know what he means. What was that myth again? Something about being able to feel your soulmate's pain?

You never thought it was possible to feel devastation and euphoria simultaneously, but that’s exactly how you feel at the moment.

You need to see him. You reach your trembling hand to the mirror. The fog melts under your touch. You wipe your hand back and forth until he’s visible. Even streaky and distorted, he's still absolutely gorgeous. “Jungkook, look at me.”

He lifts his head, peeking through blonde curtains to meet your eyes in the reflection. They’re dark and glassy. You see nothing but raw emotion swimming in them. Pure love. His cheeks are tinged red. 

“Don’t cry, baby,” you sigh, ignoring your own words as wetness finally spills over your waterline. Crying because he’s touching you just right, bringing you closer and closer to climax, but also because you love him. So fucking much. 

The pit in your stomach keeps growing. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly. You shake and convulse under him. You’ve never felt so good.

“I love you,” he groans, confession sounding heavenly in your ears as his thrusts become sloppy and hopeless. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.” You turn your head, nose knocking into his as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me, kiss me, I love you so much,” you plead, voice cracking. 

He does. Lips crashing into yours, meshing together perfectly. Tongues twisting together, still tasting like one another. You sob into his mouth, tugging on his thick strands as your orgasm hits you full force. Pleasure is felt in every inch of your body, from your toes to the very tip top of your scalp. 

Jungkook cums with you. Cute face scrunching up as he paints your walls in hot white. He gives you everything, thrusting into you until he’s completely empty. Cumming so much that it overflows around his cock and spills down your thigh. 

A sequence of serendipitous events that leave you warm and comfortable.

Both of you are sticky with cum, sweat, tears, spit, and probably every other bodily fluid that exists. You should clean up, but neither of you make an effort to move. Too exhausted. Too peaceful. 

Closing your eyes, you relish in the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting. Instead of listening to the ticks of the clock on your right, you listen to his breathing. It’s rough and sporadic at first, but as the minutes pass by, it becomes calm and even. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You’re surrounded by him. 

Light touches trail over your shoulders and down your arms until they reach your palms. He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. Bringing the left one to his mouth, he places exactly four kisses against it. The last kiss is longer and more meaningful than the rest. You smile to yourself. Four years ago, you would’ve never imagined that your relationship with Jungkook would look like this. Loving, happy, and healthy. 

He turns your hand over, placing it against his cheek. Your sweet boy. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him, voice hoarse. You feel him shake his head. You hum, needing to say one more thing before you drop the issue. “I just want you to know that I love you. You have no reason to feel guilty. I’d rather have you with me mentally and emotionally than physically, you know?”

He nods, placing a wet peck to your temple this time. 

“Alright, get out of me. Your dick is limp and you’re sweaty.”

He lets out an airy laugh, mouth still pressed against your skin. Your grimace when he pulls out of you, cum already oozing out. Yuck. 

It was alright though. You couldn’t think of a better way to end your anniversary than taking a hot shower with him. You lift yourself off the counter, bones cracking. Legs aching. Worn out and exhausted. You were excited to slip under the crisp white sheets with him, fall asleep with your head on his chest. The perfect pillow. That sounded wonderful. 

Your shower was interrupted by a loud banging at the door. Jungkook looked at you confused and wide eyed, hoping out with impeccable speed as he scrambled to put a robe on. You groan, who the fuck would show up to your hotel room at 11:17 p.m.?

Hotel security. That’s who. 

There had been a total of eight noise complaints. All coming from the same floor. 

They weren’t too happy about the mirror either.

Needless to say, you and Jungkook spent the remainder of your anniversary in a shitty motel. 

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