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[minisugakoobies]

Paradise Survey

With the final chapter under way, let's take a moment to look back at the series. I want to know your thoughts! What are your favorite things? Tell me everything, and help me give Jungkook and OC get the ending they deserve! 💕

Paradise Survey

The survey is completely anonymous - no emails collected - so please let me know everything! (Just be nice, please, I'm fragile 🥺). I'll keep the survey open until I drop the final chapter (no eta on that, it's about 50% done).

Paradise Masterlist

Taglist 1: @claricedelune; @teresaisla; @sadxaries; @httpfandxms; @lavienjin;

@lovelyfreshfestival; @shadowmoon21; @bangtannoonalvg; @yoonchrisgull; @misohime;

@btswithlov; @dasexydevitt13; @theharrowing; @travelleratheart101; @hannahbee12719ficrecs;

@thataquariusreader; @rumpucis; @moonchild1; @helenazbmrskai; @uselessmags;

@kissme-ornot; @kirapaige; @loosewindmill; @synnfulqt; @motscult;

@vantxx95; @missbickerbocker; ​​@pperpetuum; @angellife133; @a-beautiful-resident-from-hell;

@akane82; @oneposhgirl; @shesoldbutcute; @bobbyboops; @fairy-jaykay:

@itsinherited; @bookyeom; @jinsearthh; @dntaewithluv; @moonacholy;

@music-makes-me-shine; @tucajitadepandora; @schizopasithea; @theestrangeddreamer; @po-tae-tos;

@jikookiekosmos; @byunniebaekhyunnie; @pixiefaery; @bnagtanx1306

[theharrowing]

Devil with the Mint Hair

You get way too high and finally have sex with your brother’s best friend—and your sworn enemy—Min Yoongi.

🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: in progress. currently 11k + images of text conversations

🍃 enemies to fuck buddies, brother’s best friend, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: Yoongi is bisexual; mc is a brat; use of marijuana and consumption of alcohol; dubious consent; groping; being too rough - hair gripping, face slapping, handling roughly, grabbing throat and head; spitting; teasing; cunnilingus, pussy slapping; booty eating, fingering, sloppy blow job, & face fucking; Yoongi calling mc "easy", "baby girl", and "submissive little fuck doll"; a lot of drooling & a little crying; unprotected sex on bedroom floor & in hotel suite; multiple orgasms; post-nut regret; dirty talk; mention of masturbation with toys; mention of Yoongi fucking Jimin; Yoongi always finds a way to wear you down and make you give in.

🍃 notes: you hate him, and yet…lol. what started as a oneshot requested by @blog-name-idk is turning into something more. i have no idea how many installments there will be of this! expect to be surprised from time to time! low commitment at best!!! in part 3 there is hair grabbing, but no description of length or style of hair.

🍃 written chapters beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🍃 posted oct. 2022, sept. 2023 | read on ao3

INDEX:

1: It's euphoric. You gotta try it. | 3.4k words

2: hey, beautiful 😍 wyd? | 0 words, images of text conversations

3: Pretty good | 7.7k words

4: coming soon!

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Devil with the Mint Hair is copyright 2022 - 2023 theharrowing, all rights reserved. 

[luna-loo]

Requested by @dasexydevitt13

[hotforharrison]

take me there | t.h, h.o. | masterpost

Summary: What if Tom Holland hadn’t been chosen to play the role of Peter Parker, leaving both himself and his best friend and would-have-been assistant Harrison Osterfield as just another pair of struggling young actors trying to catch their big breaks? A Porn Star AU.

Pairings: Vary by individual chapter, but will eventually include chapters that contain one or more of the following: Tom Holland/Reader Harrison Osterfield/Reader Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield/Reader Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: This is an (eventual) Porn Star AU, so a wide variety of different kinds of smut over the course of the series. Each chapter will have its own individual content warnings, but the biggest warning I can think of is explicit Tom/Harrison content much later in the series.

Author’s Note: Instead of being tied together by the same reader character throughout the series, each chapter contains a different female reader character who lives in this AU.

The chapters including a reader character are written in the second person from her perspective and intended to be able to stand on their own like a regular oneshot set in an AU where Tom was never cast as Spiderman and didn’t go to carpentry school as a “plan B.”

There are also chapters without a reader character written in the third person, featuring Harrison and/or Tom. These chapters provide a glimpse into some of their experiences, perspectives, and motivations in this AU.

Chapters

🔥 indicates explicit smut

(H) is Harrison’s third person perspective. 

(T) is Tom’s third person perspective.

(R) is reader’s second person perspective.

Divergence (H) - Teaser (Coming Soon!)

Special Thanks

@skymoonandstardust​ @greenorangevioletgrass​ @worldoftom​

Taglist

@adayasgeorgia @moorehollandplz @dasexydevitt13 @imagine-lovebug @robbinholland @strang-ersclub @hollandisapuppy @goldenpeaxh @legendsofwholock @superheroesaremytea @tomblrholland @niiight-dreamerrrr @spidermanffh3000 @devildisguiseasangel @theyy-lovemo @eeyore101247 @angelhaz11 @i-love-scott-mccall @londonspidey@ @cherry-holland @bullshitstars23 @caitsymichelle13  @parker-holland-osterfield @marvelsangels   @bellanote24 @fanficscuziranout @miraclesoflove @murdermornings @localfangirlx @howdyherron @sleepyhollands @viagracex @jannine00742

Friends

@farfromparker @terrifictomholland @fanficparker​ @angelic-holland​ @thirsttrapholland​

[queenofthefallenangels]

Captured Love Prologue

The shield x Oc

Rating: M

Warning: none for this part

Summary: Madison thinks her and Baron's relationship is perfect. She soon finds out nothing is how it seems when three strange men show up to her work.

Tag Team: @dasexydevitt13 @writtingrose @queenofthearchitect @afauss2009 @royalpainastrid @darktammy

If you want to be tagged in future parts just ask. :)

Enjoy

I always thought Baron and I had the perfect relationship. One of those relationships that you see plastered all over Facebook with the caption of goals. I really thought Baron and I were goals. Something that people would strive to be. Too bad like most things in life, it was too good to be true.

"Hard day at work?" I asked Baron as he came home late for the fourth night this week. Baron had told me he was a salesman would most would think that meant he worked 9 to 5, but a lot of times he worked til 9 at night even later. I was a waitress and worked mainly nights, so it seemed liked his crazy work schedule made it hard to see him. Tonight, I was off and had been hoping he would be home early, too much luck he didn't.

Baron sighed rubbing his bald head, "You can say that." He began unbuttoning his shirt. "It's going to be worth it one day." He kissed my lips. "I am saving up for something special." He winked at me.

Her heart skipped a beat, "like what?" I asked him.

"I can't tell you. It will ruin the surprise. Which reminds me," he said digging in his pocket. "I got you something tonight though." He pulled out a beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of a heart and diamonds in the middle.

"Baron, it's beautiful." I smiled at him.

He got up, putting the necklace around her neck. "Just like you are. I got it with the extra I made last week. I saw it in the store and immediately thought of you."

I smiled running to the mirror to look at him, "It's perfect. I love it."I ran my fingers over the necklace. "You spoil me, you know."

He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to his hips. "You deserve the whole world for putting up with me." He kissed her neck. "You are the most beautiful girl, I have ever seen."

I blushed at his words, "Stop, Baron, you don't mean that."

"You are, though." He said into her shoulder. "Why would I lie to you?"

I giggled, rolling her eyes at him. I turned to face him, "Who knows with you." Baron and I had been together for four years. He was my best friend, my rock, my everything. I couldn't see a life without him there. He treated me like a queen. I had never been treated this well in my life.

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"I think he's going to propose." I told my best friend, Carmella at work.

"It's about damn time, he does." She told her as she helped me dry glasses off. We were both waitresses at Buffalo Wild Wings. We worked most shifts together. I didn't enjoy waitressing thar much, but having my best friend by my side makes it easier on me, especially when you get asshole customers. It's nice to have someone who has your back.

"I thought I was going to have to beat some sense into that boy for making you wait so long." She shook her head.

"I didn't think he ever was til he told me he is saving up for something special. I think now's the time."

"I call maid of honor." Mella cheered.

"Of course, you are." I rolled my eyes.

"Just make sure you put me with Bobby. Drew creeps me out."

"He does give off that eerie vibe." I agreed. "I don't think he has ever spoken to me, but two words."

"He just stared at me last time. It made my stomach turn. Is he a salesperson like Baron?"

"I think he's in HR."

"Hey!" Nattie, our supervisor yelled coming up to us. "Last I checked it's work time, not gossip time. You have tables waiting for both of you. Go." She told us shooing us out of the kitchen.

"Who knew being a supervisor required you to have a stick up your ass." Carmella told me as we walked to our tables.

"I heard that," Nattie yelled from behind us.

Both of us snickered, before we went our separate ways. I walked over to one of my tables to see three men sitting there. Two of them with long black hair, the third with short reddish brown hair. They were all muscular men with intimating looks on their faces. Even as they watched the game on one of the tvs.

"Welcome to buffalo wild wings, my name is Madison, I will be your server tonight. What can  I get you to drink?" I said with my best smile. I knew Nattie was still watching to make sure I was actually doing my job and not making more wedding plans with Carmella.

"Beer will be fine, doll." The one with the short hair answered with a smile on his face. "Any kind just as long as its cold."

I nodded looking at the other two waiting for them.

"We will have the same." The other two men chimed in.

I nodded, "i will be back to take your orders." I walked back to the bar to get their drinks. I could feel their eyes on me as I left.

Carmella stopped by on the way to one of her tables. "Hey, you wanna switch tables and let a single girl get the table with the three hot men?"

I chuckled, "you know we can't switch tables. Nattie is already on the warpath."

"I swear she does that on purpose. She doesn't want me to get any guys numbers."

"Probably since you got fired from your job at hooters, because you punched a guy."

"Hey, they were supposed to just look at the merchandise, not touch." She said referring to her breasts. I shook my head at her as I finished getting the drinks. Carmella glanced over at the table. "They seem to be interested in you anyway. Work it girl. Get a big tip for that wedding." She laughed giving me a bump in the side.

I did get a pretty nice tip from them. There was something off about them I couldn't put my finger on it. Something was just off. They didn't speak to me very much. I was used to get flirted with, but they barely spoke any words to me. I also felt like their eyes followed me everywhere while they were there. I thought maybe I was just paranoid. I couldn't help it though.  

I tried to brush it off after I left since by the time they left. It was almost the end of my shift.

"My feet are killing me," Carnella told me as she walked past me. I was mopping up the floor to finish closing. "Plus my head is still aching from this hangover."

"You can go than if you want. I will finish closing up." I told her.

"You sure?" She asked me.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. You have done it for me before. I can do it for you."

"Thanks, love." She said hugging me as she grabbed her stuff to go home for the night. "Text me so I know you get home safe." She told me as she left.

I sighed finishing up the cleaning to close up for the night. After I was done, I grabbed my things and headed to my car.

The light above my car started flickering. I groaned as it snapped out. It did that every now and then. I wish they would fix it. It was much darker making it harder for me to unlock my door. I wish I would have already fixed my remote to unlock my door, but I always forgot. I finally got my door unlocked when suddenly everything went black...

[wwenhlimagines]

Jealousy at the Bar - Finn Balor Smut

Prompt: A man tries to hit on reader at the bar with Finn beside her upset from his loss earlier that night. Finn gets jealous and takes her back to his hotel room.

Requested by @dasexydevitt13

Warning: Smut

"Why? Why did I lose Y/N?" You frowned as Finn complained to you about his match just hours before on Raw. "Well Finn..." "It's Baron Corbin for fuck's sake. He's sloppy and slow. How can I not beat him?" "We both know that you should have won but he got the best of you somehow. I know you are disappointed but unfortunately you can't change the past." Finn nodded and decided to focus his attention on the glass of whiskey in front of him.

You shrugged it off and ordered another drink before you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. You turned your head to find a man in a Kevin Owen's shirt smirking at you. "Hey, girl. Are you German? 'Cause I wanna be Ger-man!"

You laughed nervously as you turned back to your drink. He leaned against the bar and look up at your face. "Excuse me. My friend over there is a little embarrassed. He'd like your phone number. He wants to know where he can get ahold of me in the morning."

You were about to respond when Finn stood up and got in the guy's face. "If you don't walk away now, he'll be looking for you at a hospital." You quickly stepped between the men as you saw the man was seriously considering fighting Finn. "Finn, let's get out of here. C'mon I want to go home." Finn stood tall before the guy until he broke eye contact with him and then he threw some cash on the bar and escorted you out of the bar.

"Thank you for that Finn, but I really don't need you getting in trouble for me." He smiled and started to pace back and forth in front of his car, "I know but after tonight's loss, I just needed to get some frustration out." You bit your lip watching him get protective turning you on. "Well maybe you can take out some frustration on me." Finn stopped in his tracks and looked at you leaning gently against his car. In two steps, he had you pinned against the car and your face inches from his. "Do you know what you just got yourself into baby girl?" You giggled and kissed him biting his lip before slipping away and climbing into the car. He moaned and sat in the driver's seat before driving back to the hotel. His gaze stayed on the road despite your skirt slowly sliding up your legs and your hand creeping closer to his bulge. Before you could tease him anymore, he had pulled into the hotel parking lot and brought you up to his room.

Finn quickly opened the door and dragged you inside before pressing you up against the wall. His lips attack your neck as you kick off your heels and help him get his jacket and shoes off. He wraps your arms around his neck before he picks you up by your thighs and carrys you over to the bed and laying you down. You bite your lip as he pulls off his shirt and lets his pants fall to the ground. He smirks and stands at the edge of the bed, "Do you like what you see?" You nod your head as you bite your fingernail lightly. "Then how about you get over here and show me how appreciative you are." You crawl over slowly allowing your cleavage to catch his gaze. He groans and teasingly slow starts to pull down his boxers. You lean down on your elbows pushing your ass up in the air and his dick springs out allowing you to quickly wrap your lips around the head. Your tongue licks around the tip before you start to bob your head up and down on him. His right hand falls onto your head as his left grips your ass and gives it a light snack. You moan on his dick and his head falls back before he pulls away lifting your shirt up in the process. You pout and he chuckles as he unclips your bra and lays you back down. He pulls your pants and panties off in one swift motion and he spreads your legs as he crawls up your body. "Finn...please." "Please what baby girl?" "Please fuck me Finn." "My pleasure." He thrusts into you and you wrap your hands around his back feeling his muscles contract as his thrusts start to speed up and become rougher. His right hand comes up to your mouth and you suck on his fingers quickly before he pulls them out and starts to rub your clit. You start to clench around him as your fingers dig into his back and drag down towards his ass. "You ready baby?" You nod your head as you cum around him and his thrusts start to slow down before he pulls out cums on your stomach. He falls to lay beside you and you smile up at the ceiling. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that." You giggle and turn your head towards him. "I think I have an idea." Finn leans in and kisses your lips for the first time in a passionate blur. He pulls away too soon for your liking only to pick you up and carry you to the shower where you have a very passionate makeout session and help each other wash off.

[minisugakoobies]

Paradise taglist 1: @claricedelune; @teresaisla; @sadxaries; @httpfandxms; @lavienjin; @lovelyfreshfestival; @shadowmoon21; @bangtannoonalvg; @yoonchrisgull; @misohime; @btswithlov; @dasexydevitt13; @theharrowing; @travelleratheart101; @hannahbee12719ficrecs; @reliablemitten; @thataquariusreader; @rumpucis; @moonchild1; @helenazbmrskai; @uselessmags; @kissme-ornot; @kirapaige; @loosewindmill; @synnfulqt; @motscult; @vantxx95; @missbickerbocker; ​​@pperpetuum; @angellife133; @a-beautiful-resident-from-hell; @akane82; @oneposhgirl; @shesoldbutcute; @bobbyboops; @fairy-jaykay: @itsinherited; @dokyeomin; @jinsearthh; @dntaewithluv; @moonacholy; @music-makes-me-shine; @tucajitadepandora; @schizopasithea; @theestrangeddreamer; @po-tae-tos; @jikookiekosmos; @byunniebaekhyunnie; @pixiefaery

Sunny, can I send this in with paradise!jk and oc? 👀

How do you expect me to “keep it down” when you’re out here telling me about the various ways you fuck yourself with the toys you’ve bought?

Ooooh, yes you can, Jess!! Thank you for asking for some Paradise!JK. Let's say this is an outtake from Chapter 12 - set during the week sometime after their movie night but before their day at the dog park 👀

Sorry this is so long. I, uh, couldn't stop. 💕

Title: Can I Watch? Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Paradise!AU, neighbors to lovers, smut Rating: M(18+) Warnings: dirty texts, sex toys, talking about masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (f + m), cumshot, i'm covering my face in shame over this one

It's nearly 2 am when you hear his door open.

You hadn't meant to stay up so late, but you'd been unable to unwind all evening, keyed up from work. Again. Finally, desperate for some sleep, you'd turned to your newest toy for some help.

Since that night with Jungkook, when he'd helped you find release with Lil' Jackson Wang, your favorite vibrator, you'd found yourself adding to your collection during a few late night shopping binges. You told yourself that it had nothing to do with your neighbor; you just wanted to give yourself a little more variety.

It's funny how you lie to yourself sometimes.

Thanks to the incredibly thin walls between you, you can hear when Jungkook's bed squeaks under his weight. He's probably exhausted, if he's climbing directly into bed. But that doesn't stop you from texting.

You: How was work?

Kookie 🦌: exhausting but good

Kookie 🦌: what are you doing up jagi?

You: Can't sleep

Kookie 🦌: poor baby

Kookie 🦌: need me to help you again?

You grin, stretching. Remembering the crazy intense orgasm you'd had with his help. The one you just had a few minutes ago was nice, but… thinking back to that night, you can't help but want more.

You: Actually, I just had some help

You: From one of my new little friends that I just got

Kookie 🦌: oh yeah? you got some new friends?

Kookie 🦌: you trying to make me jealous?

You: Maybe. Is it working?

Kookie 🦌: yes

You laugh.

Kookie 🦌: so which friend did you play with tonight?

Quickly, you snap a photo of the little pink pad that's still resting on your bed.

Kookie 🦌: huh. what's that guy do?

You: It's a vibrating pad

You: I ride it

There's a slight pause, and then you hear a low "fuck" groaned through the wall.

You: I heard that

Kookie 🦌: can't help it

Kookie 🦌: so you just grind on that thing?

You: Uh-huh. I rub myself on it til I cum

You: Feels really good when I roll my hips just right

"Shit!" This time, it's not a groan, it's a loud whimper.

You: Shhh, keep it down! You'll wake the rest of the floor

Kookie 🦌: how do you expect me to “keep it down” when you’re out here telling me about the various ways you fuck yourself with the toys you’ve bought?

You start and erase a few times, then finally get a swell of courage and finish your thought.

You: I didn't even tell you the best part

Kookie 🦌: fuck, what??

You: I pretend it's your thigh I'm riding

"Jagi." His voice is broken, the wall between you doing nothing to disguise his desire.

Kookie 🦌: baby

Kookie 🦌: can i watch?

You: Now?

"Please."

You sit up, heart pounding. As soon as your thumbs hit the screen, you jump out of bed, hurrying to unlock your front door.

When he comes in, you're already on the pad. You're topless, but you'd put on your favorite silky panties, partly for the sensation of the satin against your sensitive skin, but also to give him a good show.

Jungkook is shirtless, tattooed arm already gripping himself through his boxers as he stares at you with hooded eyes. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he pulls his cock free, stroking firmly while you grind.

Part of you wants to stop, get up, yank him onto the bed. Mount him instead of the toy. But you feel so alive under his heated gaze, electrified by his panting breaths, his shameless moans, that you don't. You keep going, rolling your cunt faster and faster, and he speeds up as well, never once looking away.

Your climax hits fast, your body shuddering suddenly, and you collapse forward, digging your fingers into your sheets as you literally ride it out.

"K-kookie," you choke out, the only word you've said since he walked in, and he groans, hips jerking as he fucks his fist harder.

"Jagi, fuck, you're gonna make me cum."

Lost in your lustful daze, you open your mouth. Jungkook groans again, and before you can blink, his release is splattered over your cheeks and lips, dripping down your throat.

"Shit," he sighs, slumping against your wall. Your high abates, and you realize you're sitting there with cum sliding down your face. And so does Jungkook. "Oh shit, jagi, hold on."

He grabs a washcloth from your bathroom and gently wipes your face as you giggle, feeling oddly shy. He laughs too, and tosses the cloth on your nightstand before pulling you into his arms, rolling the two of you so you're lying with your head on his chest. You're wondering how to ask him if he'll stay with you when he speaks up.

"So… what other new friends did you get?"

[theharrowing]

Devil with the Mint Hair 🍃 2: hey, beautiful 😍 wyd?

A text comes in from an unknown number and you make the mistake of responding.

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🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: 0 words + images of text conversations

🍃 brother’s best friend, enemies to fuck buddies, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: Yoongi is persistent; you are annoyed. Yoongi is bi which is foreshadowing for part 4. a little explicit dirty talk & mention of previous sexual encounter. use of "baby girl." drunk texting. alexa, play bad decisions by bts.

🍃 notes: you hate him, and yet…lol. apologies for this one being all images and therefore not accessible to all readers. i'm not sure what has driven me to want to do this; creating and uploading screencaps is such a thing. but here we are! enjoy!!!

🍃 not beta read

🍃 posted sept. 2023 | read on ao3

this is just a little teaser for the next part hehe.

comments & reblogs are the lifeblood of this site! and likes are very nice, too! 💜 thank you so much for reading!!!

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[n0wornever]

Too Close - Luke Patterson x Reader

Can we get a Luke being a little jealous after Nick’s too friendly comments/body language towards y/n’s Dirty Candy performance?

You absolutely can, anon.

Y/N took a deep breath as she walked backstage. She tried to rearrange the gittery mic attached to her face, but it was stuck pretty securely. Carrie approached her with a smile, hands pressing down on her friend’s bright yellow jacket. 

“You’re going to kill it out there, I promise.” She said with a smile.

“Thanks Carrie,” Y/N said, nodding toward the other girl. 

This was her first performance with Dirty Candy since Carrie formally invited her to join the girl group. Although Y/N had been dancing her whole life, getting on stage and singing and dancing in front of a crowd wasn’t always her favorite part of the gig. 

She shook out her hands as she heard the music start to blast through the speakers. She grabbed Carrie’s hand and walked on stage, getting in her position with her hand on her hip, back facing the crowd. 

Carrie’s vocals took center stage and all the girls spun around in sync. She felt her worries melt away as her focused on the rhythm. As she moved, her eyes looked around the room. They landed briefly on her boyfriend in the second row and she shot a wink his way as she shimmied back toward Carrie.

Luke bit his tongue between his teeth as he walked her move across the stage. Although technopop wasn’t really his style, there was something about the way she floated effortlessly with that wide smile on her face that had him center stage at every performance. 

As the girls finished their set, they heard loud cheering coming from the side of the stage. She looked over and saw Nick and his friends clapping and bowing toward the stage. She rolled her eyes and waved their way. The girls grabbed hands, stepping toward the edge of the stage and bowing together before heading to the back.

As soon as they got off stage, Y/N made a beeline for her water bottle. She took a large sip, which knocked the air out of her for a moment, chest heaving. 

“Whoa, you okay Y/N?” 

She turned and saw Nick looking at her with concern. She wiggled the water bottle in her hand and nodded at the boy.

“Oh yeah, just dying of dehydration.”

Nick chuckled, shaking his head at her.

“You were great out there, I didn’t know you could dance like that.” 

The boy mocked up a few of her moves, jutting his hip out to the side as he smiled. His lack of rhythm caused laughter to surge through her as she watched him. 

“Thanks Nick, it’s nothing really,” She finally said as she caught her breath.

“No, I mean it, you were electric out there, it took Carrie months to nail down choreography for the first time, you’re such a natural,” He walked closer to her with his hands in his pockets.

She felt her cheeks heating up as the compliments rolled in. She shoved his shoulder back as she took another swig of her water. Nick opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes were led astray by something behind her. Y/N looked up to see her boyfriend towering over her. 

Luke placed his arms around her shoulders, bringing his lips close to her ear. 

“Is this boy causing you trouble?” He murmured quietly.

 “No, Nick is fine,” She looked over at him and rolled her eyes.

Luke looked over to Nick with a smile before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek, the girl’s eyes squinted at the contact. 

“Hey Nick, how’s it going buddy,” He tapped the top of his head with his fingertips. “Love the hat.”  

“Uhhh yeah thanks, it’s good Luke,” Nick rubbed the back of his neck with his hand 

The guitarist nodded, the look of fake interest on his face was obvious with his ever present scowl. Nick’s eyes darted between the two of them a few times before he pointed behind him, toes pointed toward the door. 

“I should get going, but again, Y/N you were amazing!” 

She waved at him before he walked away. As soon as they were alone, Luke spun her around to face him, a snarl left on his lips.

“Why are you so grumpy tonight,” She pinched his cheeks in her hands. 

“He’s a little, much for me.” Luke said in a huff, his hands sliding down to her hips.

“Luke, please calm down, all he did was compliment me.”

“Yeah, a few too many times. I saw his eyes during that performance,” He pouted, grabbing her a little tighter  

“Do you see my eyes now?” She said, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He nodded slowly, his gaze moving around her features. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips.

“That’s all that matters.” 

He lifted her off the ground as their lips met again, causing her to gasp as her feet rose. She escaped his grip as he set her back on the tile floor, narrowing her eyes at him. 

“Now will you stop getting all fired up?” She placed a finger on his chest. “I only have eyes for one guitar player.”

Luke’s smile grew as she slid her arms back around him. She smiled back at him, her hands playing with the hair that sat near his neck. She stopped for a brief moment, looking out in the distance with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, so, I should probably call Reggie.” 

Luke’s face fell and her tickled her sides immediately. She laughed like crazy as he whisked her into his arms and ran toward the entrance of the building. 

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[creativeashproductions]

Welcome to Our Hell // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: Charlie asks the reader a simple question that leads the man to fall down a rabbit hole of reading. Despite the panic you felt along with your fellow writers you still introduced and helped him navigate the pool of fanfiction.

Warnings: None (it’s actually possible with me??)

Words: 1k

A/N: I couldn’t resist making a tiny blurb about the revelation that Charlie has read fanfiction, that he enjoyed reading it. I actually talked about how Owen and Charlie would react to jatp fanfiction so sorry for manifesting 😬

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Your eyes slightly glanced up from your computer to where a certain someone was humming along to an Eagles song. His hips swayed as he slipped the egg in the pan, unaware of your eyes following him. He was entirely in his own world while he left you to finish up what he was led to believe was just school work.

The innate cheerful aura the male gave off regardless of the landscape had always been one of your favourite things about him. He saw the joy and good in things most people tended to overlook. It didn’t matter if he had his guitar in his hands or a cooking tool; he’d shoot that smile that melted your heart.

“Whatcha doin’?” Charlie questioned, peering over the island in the apartment you had rented in the city.

“Just doing some work.” You replied, beginning to type once more with a sudden burst of inspiration. You barely noticed he had slid the egg onto the plate before he was at your side.

“Are you writing for Tumblr?”

That one sentence froze you. Fingers stiffened above the well-loved keyboard of your computer you’d invested a fair amount of money on. Goosebumps swarmed every inch of your skin that suddenly lost a few shades.

Your skittish gaze found purchase in the warm ocean of hazel that bore no judgment, “Did you just say Tumblr? H-how do you know Tumblr Charlie?”

The Canadian hummed in response with a thoughtful expression, “I saw this really cool artwork, and it had a link. I followed it to Tumblr. It’s such a cool site.”

“It’s a hell site.” You deadpanned at the young actor who held no contempt for the different creativity methods unleashed in the fandom. Your e/c irises stayed stuck in a battle of colour with his own eyes.

“If it’s a hell site, why do you go on it?”

“It’s like a car crash or a burning building. It’s horrifying, but you stay to see which outcome ends up winning.” You had to carefully find the words to eloquently describe why you kept returning to a site that was frustrating at times.

“There’s so much diversity from songs, traditional art, poems, dances, covers and now writing. It’s insane.” Charlie chucked as he nudged the plate of breakfast he’d cooked for you, “I’m really digging the ‘90s Lalex books-”

“Fanfics. Fics for short.” You offered the man who held a slight expression of confusion that quickly cleared up, “And the writing has been going on since the series dropped. I’d be rich for every fic that referenced Luke’s aversion to sleeves.”

The boisterous laugh filled the room as Charlie hunched over. His arms wrapped around his midsection.

“Don’t you find it weird that there are fics about you?”

“Weird?” Charlie spoke, scrunching up his nose adorably. His hazel eyes lightened further, “Y/N, I’m not weirded out. I’m honoured that I made enough impact to have people writing about me.”

A small smile broke across your face, “You totally have a secret account, don’t you?”

“No. NO.” The whisper come in the dark of the bedroom where both sides of the couple should be sleeping. You had been before Charlie whined with his phone attached to his hand.

“Baby?” You groaned, turning to find him still invested in the world of fanfiction. His hazel eyes, tear-filled, raised to meet yours, “What are you doing up at-3am?”

“I just finished reading this adorable fic about Willex. The euphoria had me reading the next fic without reading the summary.” Charlie cried to the bedside light you’d turned when his sniffles woke you up. The near distraught man didn’t fight as you gently took his face out of his hand.

“Oh, Char.” You hummed, bringing the brunette into your arms as he mourned whatever was in the fic.

“Luke died with his girlfriend waiting in the Orpheum. She lived and began a life with Bobby..er Trevor.” Charlie whispered against the soft comforter you’d only recently bought, “They never got to say goodbye. As Luke’s portrayer, I just know the double betrayal took him to his knees.”

“Ah, you found @losttinwritings​ ‘See you Again’. That one is a doozy.” You winced, remembering the heartbreaker, “You, however, need sleep.”

Charlie’s eyes quickly met the phone sitting in between you two, “But-”

“Here.” You handed over your own phone after clicking your secondary account, “It’s one of my all-time comfort fics when I’m feeling sad. @dream-a-little-bigger-x​ always nails it out of the park but ‘Love Shack’? Immaculate.”

Charlie’s eyes flickered between the phone in his hand to your eyes twinkling in the albeit shitty lighting the cheap lamp offered. The vulnerability in your eyes at offering your blog took his breath away. This was a place where you were safe in your thoughts with no judgment.

“Oh! And @cherrymaybank​ created ‘A Romantic’. A beautiful story in the eyes of a hopeless romantic Luke and the stoic, independent reader.” You offered with a grin and sigh of happiness, “I’ll have to start tagging you in the ones I adore. Definitely gonna introduce you to @merceret​’s work; it’s always amazing regardless of how long the fic is or the distance between work. I’d wait a thousand years for her.”

Charlie’s lips spread to reveal that smile that always had you falling back in love over and over again. It even eased the panic you felt viewing Charlie’s rather honest confession he put on his Insta story. He’d caused panic within the writing community as he boldly announced his pride, awe, joy and love for all the fandom provided creatively. 

Next thing you knew, you’d started sending each other fics you’d think the other would enjoy; it often ended up with the same fic being sent. Charlie didn’t address the topic publicly to allow the buzz of panic to die down. He also never discovered your personal writing blog either, well, that you knew about.

Sometimes you’d find him sniffling over a story where Luke discovers his girlfriend was unknowingly pregnant and never got to see him child grow up. That one also tore your heart apart and you’d been the one to write it. Just a secret you’d be taking to your grave.

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[hotforharrison]

Confessions in a Can (Oneshot)

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Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader

Summary: Confessing your feelings to Harrison with help from some whipped cream.

Word Count: 1,307

Warnings: Language and smut, my usual go-tos.

A/N: I have over 3,000 words written in the next chapter of Heart’s Desires, so it’s definitely in progress! Kinky!Haz keeps being Soft!Haz. I don’t know if I can write him any way other than soft and sweet. I guess there’s room for both!

You had a problem. The problem had a name. Its name was Harrison Osterfield.

After meeting Harrison while he was walking one of your new favorite dogs, the sweet and adorable Monty, you became fast friends.

Your attraction to him was immediate. He was insanely hot. You’d have to be blind not to notice that. Hell, he was technically a male model, even though he was quick to remind you that he was an actor first and foremost when you teased him about it.

Although you knew you weren’t the best flirt, you’d tried subtly flirting with him. He was either not interested and didn’t know how to tell you, or completely clueless. Maybe you needed to be less subtle, but you definitely needed to be braver first.

It was a lazy weekend, and you were hanging out with Harrison, as had become what you usually did in the past few months.

"I'm going to the kitchen. Want anything?" he asked, getting up from the sofa and grabbing his empty glass off the coffee table. 

"I'm good, thanks," you replied, half-watching the game on the TV.

He returned soon after with a bottle of beer and a can of whipped cream. After he put the beer bottle on the coffee table, he uncapped the whipped cream and sprayed it into his mouth. 

You laughed. "Jesus, are you ten, Harrison?"

He grinned over at you, making a show of tipping his head back and squirting more in his mouth. "What? It's good!"

You noticed some had gotten on his neck. "Hey, you got some on you."

"Where?" he asked. 

"I'll get it." You weren’t sure what it was, but you felt braver in that moment then you had in the past. It was time to leave no questions to your intentions. 

You leaned over to bring your lips to Harrison's neck, tongue running slowly and thoroughly over his skin, cleaning off the sweet whipped cream. 

When you pulled back and looked at his face, his eyes were widened, and he raised his eyebrows. "What was that?" 

"Just helping a friend out with a little problem," you responded. 

"More like making a not so little one," he muttered. 

You glanced down at his sweatpants, the outline of his erection obvious through the fabric. You smirked, grabbing the can of whipped cream from him, and sprayed some on his arm. 

He laughed. "Hey! What are you doing?" 

Instead of responding, you moved to lick the whipped cream off of his skin.

"Oh, you're doing that. Alright.” He took a breath. “We should probably talk before we do this.”

"Sorry, my mouth is busy,” you told him.

He smiled. "No, it's not."

“Yes, it is.” You sprayed more whipped cream further up on his arm, close to the sleeve of his jersey, taking longer to lick it off this time. 

When you were done, you played with the hem of his jersey, hand slipping underneath to brush against his toned stomach, the way you’d always wanted to do when you’d seen him shirtless.

He tensed underneath your touch, but didn't stop you. "I'm still not entirely sure what's going on here, and again, we are going to talk about it later, but I take it you want me to take my shirt off for whatever it is we’re doing right now?" 

Instead of answering with words, you simply nodded.

He tugged the jersey over his head and dropped it on the sofa next to him, looking at you expectantly.

You licked your lips and dropped to your knees in front of him, making space for yourself between his spread legs.

His eyes were locked on you as you sprayed another line of whipped cream over his chest.

Your tongue traced patterns over his skin as you licked up the whipped cream. You gently bit down on one of his pecs and started sucking it.

“Hey, no marks,” he warned. “Going to the beach on Monday.”

You stopped, a little disappointed, and moved to flick one of his nipples with your tongue. Your teeth grazed over the hardening nub.

“Shit,” he groaned.

As an afterthought, you placed a glob of whipped cream over the other nipple before you attacked it with your mouth, not stopping until the last hint of sweetness was gone from his skin.

His abs were the next place you put the whipped cream, outlining them.

Whipped cream or no, you’d always wanted to lick his abs. Honestly, most women probably wanted to lick his abs, especially after all the thirst trap shirtless photos he posted on social media. You’d never tell him, but you had pretty much all of his sexy photos saved for when you spent time quality time with your battery-operated boyfriend.

You eagerly followed the trail of whipped cream over the firm muscles, appreciating the time he put in at the gym.

Next up on your trail down his torso was his belly button. It wasn’t something you’d admit aloud because you found it weird, at least not unless you were well on your way to drunk, but you found his belly button sexy.

After surrounding it with what was probably too much whipped cream, you swirled your tongue over and around his navel, paying extra attention to it long after the whipped cream was gone.

You placed one hand on his sweatpants near the waistband, other still holding the can of whipped cream, and looked up to meet his eyes, waiting for permission.

“Yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” he encouraged.

Your hand was a bit shaky with nervousness when you freed his cock from the confines of his sweatpants and boxers.

You took a moment to appreciate the sight and feel of it in your hand. He was a little longer than average, a good, sturdy thickness. If he let you, and you very much hoped he would, you knew he’d fill you up nicely.

Before he questioned why you were sitting there staring at his dick, you covered it partially with whipped cream, but the can hissed, spraying just air, before you were completely done.

With a shrug, you put the empty can on the coffee table, and licked a long stripe through the whipped cream from your hand up to the tip. You were quick to take him in your mouth and clean up the rest of the whipped cream with your tongue.

When you started licking and sucking him in earnest, he moaned loudly. His hands tangled in your hair. He gently guided you over his cock, definitely gentler than he had to be, careful not to make you gag or tug on your hair too hard. Even lost in pleasure, he was sweet.

“Gonna cum soon, love,” he warned you.

You sucked on him harder in response, bobbing your head faster.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as he spilled into your mouth in several long spurts.

You swallowed and pulled back, cleaning him thoroughly with little kitten licks as he softened.

“Too bad we’re out of whipped cream,” he commented, still a little breathless.

“Sorry you didn’t get much,” you apologized.

He chuckled. “I’m not, but it would be nice to return the favor. I guess I don’t technically need whipped cream to do that, though.”

“You want to do that?” you asked, surprised.

“I know you. You’re not that daft, darling.” He smiled brightly down at you, and your heart skipped a beat. “Now, come on. Let’s go to my room before one of the guys walks in on us, yeah?”

“One of the guys already heard you in there and chose not to walk in on you,” you heard a voice call from the kitchen. “It’s about damn time, too. You’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now. Tom owes me £50. He was sure you two were already fucking.”

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[queenofthefallenangels]

My Beast Slayer (part 2/2)

Seth Rollins x Reader

Rating: M

Warning: some fluff, abuse, violence? Does wrestling count as that?

Summary: Can Seth beat Brock for the woman he loves?

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A/N: Holy shit balls. I did not expect that many good comments. Thank you all. You made my bad week better. I hope this lives up to the first part. I am also considering a sequel.

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Taking your girl. The words rang through my head. I couldn't hear anything else that went on. I didn't even hear Brock come in or Paul behind him trying his best to calm him down. He made a motion for Paul to leave. I didn't have to look to know he was pissed. This is what Seth meant by keep my phone on.

“What was idiot out there talking about?”

I shrugged, “I don't know. He's just trying to get in your head, Brock. I haven't spoken more than two words to him.”

“No one has used you before to get in my head. Cena, Reigns, Ambrose, Balor, no one used you. Why is Seth bringing you into this match?”

“I just told you that I don't know. This is a big match. He wants to get in your head. Make sure that he has a one up on you."  

Brock grabbed me up by my hair. He forced me to look in his eyes. “It better be. If I find out you and Seth have something going on you and him both are going to need an ambulance.” He tighten the grip on my hair. “You are not leaving my sight til Mania. No more going to catering on your own or anywhere else. After that I want you nowhere near this place. You are staying home.”

“But Brock-” I begged.

“You are staying home.” He released me tossing me to the ground. He stomped out of the room leaving me alone. I heard my phone buzz. I slowly got up from the floor to see who it was. Seth. I quickly answered it.

“Hello?” I said kind of quiet. I wasn't sure where Brock had went or how far he had gotten. He could turn back around.

“(Y/N), thank God, I was worried about you.Did he hurt you?”

“Just tossed me around. He said I can't leave the locker room til Mania than I can't come around anymore.”

“Oh, you will be back after Mania, because I will have the belt and you by my side. He will see how badly he messed up.” Seth said. His tone was serious.

“What if you loose?”

“I won't.”

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It was here. Wrestlemania. I have never been more nervous or scared in my life. Yet, I couldn't help, but feel excited. I couldn't tell if it was the natural excitement that mania brings or if it was just the chance to see Seth again. Ever since Seth told Brock he was taking the belt and me, Brock has been on edge. True to his word, he didn't let me leave his sight. I thought he just met when we were on Raw. I was wrong. When he was home, he was practically breathing down my neck. He took my cell phone away by just simply saying he pays for it, he can do as he pleases. I luckily had a chance to delete any evidence of Seth and I. He also dragged me to the gym with him a couple times with the words that he's not taking any chances. I felt more suffocated than I had ever before. I just couldn't help, but hope tonight that I would be free. It was hard to not worry about what does happen if Seth losses. Brock might lock me up in his house and throw away the key. I wanted to believe in Seth, but I couldn't stop the what ifs forming in my head.

“What's that?” I asked pointing to the dress Paul had in his hands.

“What you are wearing tonight out there.” Brock said smiling. His smile scared me.

“I am going out there? I thought you didn't want me to leave the locker room." I cocked my head to the side.

Brock took the dress from Paul and gave it to me. I took it from him to look at it in the mirror. There was no way Brock had picked this out. It was a a simple black dress with a pink under skirt. I couldn't see Brock picking out any dress much less one I would actually wear.

As I looked at, Brock came up behind me and whispered in my ear, "You didn't think I would find out, did you?" He put hair behind my ear so he could whisper in it better. "You really did have my fooled. I really thought Rollins was just trying to get in my head til I did some digging. You may have deleted the messages, but the phone company can still give me the number you were texting constantly. You sure talk to him a lot for not knowing what's going on." He pressed his body against my back getting as close to my ear as he could. I felt chills down my spine. "That's why you are going out there tonight. You can get a front row seat to see me destroy your little boyfriend. After that, while he's in the hospital, I will make sure to send him a little video of what I do to you." He smacked my ass. "Get ready. We are first."

"I thought we weren't til later tonight."

"I gotta get the upper hand at any chance I can get. Oh, and don't even think about running off to tell your boy toy. I got guards out this door with strict orders to not let you leave til I come to get you." He told me. "Make sure you look pretty too. Put some makeup on for once." He said leaving out the door.

I fell to the floor. I couldn't help, but cry. I needed to warn Seth. I wish I had my phone still or some type of phone. Brock had already thought of that though. There was no phone in the dressing room. There was usually one somewhere, but as I looked around, I saw nothing. He wanted to make sure I couldn't contact Seth and warn him. I was confident Seth would be fine, but Brock's words scared me. The fact he wanted both Seth and I to watch while he beat us. That was something else.

I picked myself off the floor after a while. Brock would be more mad if I didn't do as he asked. He didn't need more fuel to be added to the fire he was about to unleash on Seth.

I put the dress on and some black pumps. I decided to curl my hair and pull back on side of it holding it by bobby pins.. The makeup was going to be the hard part. I didn't know how to do makeup well. I knew Brock was going to want it great so everyone can see what a beautiful girl he has. He would also want Seth to see what he can't have. It made me want to do it horrible just to spite him. The fact that Seth was there made me want to do it right though.

I was sitting just watching the ending of the pre-show when Brock came to get me. When he walked in, he looked me up and down. "Well, someone actually can make herself look pretty like she used to." I shook my head at him.

"Let's just get this over with." I sighed.

He kissed my lips and I felt immediately disgusted. I didn't even kiss back. I just stood still. He didn't like that very much. He grabbed me and started dragging me to the Gorilla. He stopped dragging me when we got there.

"You better be good out there." He whispered to me. "Cost me this match and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for months." I gulped at the the thought. The music began to play and it was time to go out. Paul took my hand as we walked out behind Brock. He held it tight like he could read my mind. I didn't want to go out there. I wanted to run as far as I could from this place. My heart was racing. All the excitement, I had felt had turned into fear. What if Seth didn't win? What if I have to go back home with Brock? I had hope that Seth would win, but Brock's threats was killing that hope.

Paul let go of my hand as we got to the ring. I found a spot where I used to stand as those two got in the ring. Paul taking his belt.

Next was Seth, he came out with barely missing a beat. I watched him in what felt in slowmo. He looked so good tonight. He seemed completely unfazed by the time change.

Brock must have noticed how I was looking at him, because as soon as Seth reached the ring. He lunged for him. He didn't even let him get in the ring before he started his brutal attack on him. I covered my eyes not wanting to watch this. I couldn't watch it. Paul came up behind me and moved my hands away from my eyes. He held my hands to my side. "He wants you to see this."

Brock smashed the announcement tables sign repeatedly on Seth's back. I could see the redness start to show on Seth's back. He looked extremely hurt. The match hadn't even started and Seth looked like he could barely move. Brock threw him back in the ring. The ref began trying to make sure Seth was okay while Brock tried to get the bell rung. I tried to get out of Paul's grip to go help Seth, but he wouldn't let me. I could feel tears in my eyes as I looked his lifeless body.

Brock finally got his way and the bell was rung. The match was official now and Seth was still not moving. Brock was slowly walking to him, ready to keep this attack now.

I couldn't stay silent anymore. I had to do something. I can't just keep being weak. I had to be strong.

"SETH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I fought against Paul's grip and finally broke free and was able to get in the ring. I had never actually been in a ring before definitely not during match. My mind couldn't think of that I had to stop Brock. I ran straight for Seth where he was. I began shaking him, trying to get him to become alert. Brock grabbed me by hair pulling me up off of Seth. "What the hell do you think you are doing? He spat in my ear. "I thought I warned you." He threw me to the ropes with a snap of his wrist.

Apparently that's what woke Seth back up. He took advantage of Brock being busy with me and took him down by his leg. He knocked Brock to the ground.

"Get out now, (Y/N)." He yelled trying to get me to leave the ring. I did as he told me and jumped out the ring. I backed up a bit watch from a distance. Seth winked at me for a second before turning his attention back to Brock. Which was just in time back Brock was about ready to knock him back down. Seth was able to dodge it fast.

The match went on for a little longer. I was biting my nails just waiting for it to end. Watching them go back and forth was giving me anxiety. I wanted to turn away, but a part of me couldn’t. All of sudden in the blink of an eye, the match changed. Seth had gotten the ref out of sight and went for a low blow. He punched Brock in the family jewels causing him to fall to his knees. My hands went to my face in shock. Seth took this opportunity to curb stomp him not once, not twice, but three times. Brock was out. Seth took this opportunity to take him for the pinn. 1..2..3. He had won..Seth had beat Brock. Happiness and relief filled my body. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Seth had won.

The ref handed him the belt. He seemed to be in just as much disbelief as I was. He showed off his title to all the audience for a second than ran to me. He picked me up and kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed back. This whole match I had forgotten about the audience til now. They were cheering like crazy for us. Seth took my hand and ran with me up the ramp. At the top of the ramp, he did his famous move where he twirled it over his head.

Brock had gotten up by now. I could see him staring daggers at me. I didn't care for once. He could glare all he wanted, but he had lost.

Once, Seth had finished, he grabbed me picking me, he kissed me and began spinning us around. Fireworks shoot off around us. It felt magical. I never wanted this moment to end. I was free from Brock and was finally able to be with Seth without having to hide. I have never felt more happy in my life.

"I love you." Seth said as he pulled away. "I am so glad you are finally all mine." He held me tight. "He will never hurt you again." He whispered in my ear. "I will never hurt you like him. You will always be my queen." He kissed my head before he led us out the arena.

[daddyhendo]

Boss -Pete Dunne x Reader

Hey guys so I haven’t been posting fics for a while, I went through a stage of being uninspired but I’m trying my hardest to get back into it If I get good feedback from this. Hope you enjoy and don’t forget to like, comment and reblog all feedback is welcome.

Warning: Swearing, Smut and Choking

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Working for Pete Dunne wasn’t exactly easy, he had his precise ways of doing things, and if you stepped out of line, well you’d surly be punished for it.

Not for you though. You had it all easy, but didn’t really understand why. Why was (Mr Dunne as you call him) always being so nice to you, even when you fucked up majorly. The mystery continued on even though you hoped it’d be revealed soon.

You had just finished picking up Mr Dunnes coffee but you were painfully 15 minutes late. “The queue was huge Mr Dunne I’m so sorry for being so late” you apologised running in, shaking nervously as you quickly passed over the drink.

He stood at the edge of his desk with arms crossed staring at you deeply, he was silent as if he was caught in some sort of trance. “Thank you Y/N” he finally said snapping out of it as he raised the coffee nodding at you.

He took a deep gulp of coffee as he turned to look at his view from the window. “Sit down” he said his back still towards you, “I’ve been watching you so closely Miss Y/L/N, watching your every move, even your mistakes” he turned and sat at his desk right opposite you. Your chest muscles tightened, the rhythm of your heart uneven. “You know what I do to people that make mistakes Y/N” he said with a raised voice slightly telling you off.

“Oh please don’t fire me Mr Dunne!” You pleased with your hands together.

“Don’t be so stupid Y/N, I have another idea” he said seriously.

“Strip” he commanded straight to the point. Leaning back in his chair.

“Well Mr Dunne if I knew you were that dominant I would of learnt to call you daddy way long before” you confidently commented, quickly triggering him to choke on his own spit.

A loud noticeable growl came from him as he stood up clenched fists.

“Say that word again, I dare you” Pete threatened. His words sharp whilst he ordered you with his index finger.

Although you were thrown back at his sudden rage you decided to play him along.

Stepping a few feet away from him, and smiling with such cockiness, Petes eyebrows raised and your lips curled as you bent down to slid off your skirt. “Okay daddy” you said sweetly, stepping away from your clothing.

Mr Dunne was it shock, he had never had anyone tease him like that before. He was in control forever and always. Suddenly he dashed up and gripped your wrists.

“You don’t know what you’re in for Y/N” he said breathing heavily.

“You have no goddamn idea what I’m capable of.” His face pulling into yours so that you were inches away.

“You calling me daddy it’s not just a game it’s pure dominance, you want me to be your daddy? Fine I’ll do my worse” he confided. He freed your hands and brought his attention to his own clothing. quickly stripping all the way down to his boxers.

Your hands went to your shirt fiddling with the buttons. “Did I Say you could undress yourself princess?” A voice called.

“No” you answered.

“No, what?”

“No daddy” you said putting your head down in shame.

A few footsteps grew louder as Pete walked round you, his hand slapping your ass as he paused behind you. You jolted but no sound escaped out.

He did nothing but stand there for a minute, but the minute felt like more, you were waiting for what he’d do next.

Slyly he ripped you of your shirt leaving you in only bra and pants. The palm of his heated hand touched against your back as he pushed you toward the desk. Your knees buckled as they hit the table. You turned you head wanting to see his face.

“No face this way, infact, you’re going facedown on the table” he said as he bent you over guiding your head against on the desk, your cheek squashed on it.

He propt your legs slightly apart making it easier to tease your entrance, his hand hovering over it making you shiver. He pulled your panties halfway down to your knees and did the same to his boxers.

The touch of his tip on you caused your knees to wobble, you groaned quietly steadying your hands in a comfortable position on the desk.

He could tell you were just leaking with excitement so there was no need for foreplay. His hands spread your ass as he places the tip right in the centre of your core, his one hand leading his cock straight in you, you moaned falling into the table.

His thrusts slow but hard hitting you over and over, tiny moans were heard from both of you as he grabbed your hips for adjustment.

“You feel so good around my dick” Pete said in between breaths.

“Who’d ever think I’d fuck my boss” you laughed lightly.

His movements picked up, gripping you harder with his nails.

“Oh fuck” you said groaning.

“You like that princess?” He called.

“Yes daddy, so fucking good” you said quietly, you could barely be heard but he caught on.

One of his hands dropped from your ass and made way to your neck, he tighted his force on you, crushing your airways for just a second. He then loosened his touch and pulled you back into him going even faster inside you.

“Ahhh” you squeaked.

His teeth grazing against your neck as he made small bite marks but then quickly pushing you down again.

“Daddy I’m close” you croaked, “your cock is just too good!” You complimented him.

“I know baby, cum for me yeah?” He asked.

You nodded hoping he seen you do so. His vice grip back on your hips again and he was putting all his energy into his last few strokes.

“Yes Daddy!” You shouted, clutching your fists together.

“I’m gonna!...” and before you could finish you sentence you cummed all over him.

Your body lifeless as the orgasm drained your adrenaline. Pete stopped and pulled out, he wasn’t so bothered that he didn’t cum as long as you did. He was out of breath and covered in sweat making him glisten. He softly kissed your shoulder before patting it quickly.

You finally had enough energy to retrieve your clothes. Pete was already dressed and adjusting his tie.

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Paradise | JJK - Epilogue

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: it's happy ending time!, lots of domestic cuteness, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), shower sex, teasing, dirty talk, someone gets a lap dance 👀, sex in the champagne room, aka sex at work (don't be that coworker!), unprotected sex (monogamous relationship with alternate bc), multiple orgasms

Word Count: 9.1k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: And now we've reached the end! I can't believe it's been three years this month since OC and Jungkook's story began!! A gigantic THANK YOU to everyone who has liked, commented, reblogged, recommended, and/or sent asks about Paradise. This is for you! 💜

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you!  Tell me what you think of the ending! 💕

Previous Chapter ♦️ Paradise Masterlist

Bzzzzzzt

Saturday afternoon dawns bright. You can hear birds chirping outside the windows, joined by the buzzing of bees.

Those are some loud fucking bees.

No wait, that’s your phone.

Bzzzzzzt

You grab it off the nightstand.

Huh, nope. No missed texts or calls.

Bzzzzzzt

What the hell is that sound?

Throwing back the covers, you lug yourself out of bed, snatch a t-shirt from the floor and yank it on, and traipse down the hall, following the incessant hum.

Bzzzzzzt

The noise leads you to the bathroom, where your boyfriend stands over the sink, examining himself in the mirror. 

“Hey, jagi,” Jungkook greets you warmly. “Did I wake you? Sorry.” He leans over, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

“No, it wasn’t you. I heard some sort of buzzing.”

“Ah, yeah, that was me.” He holds up some sort of metallic grey tool. An electric razor? But he doesn’t have one of those. You know by now that he waxes for his job, and what little hair ever appears on his face he takes care of with a simple disposable razor. “Testing this out.”

“I didn’t know you had one of those,” you say, leaning against the doorway. 

“I don’t. Namjoon-hyung let me borrow it.” He tilts his head left and right, staring at his reflection.

“Borrow it for wh-oooh my god, Kookie, no!” 

Your question becomes a wild wail as your boyfriend brandishes the razor and in one swift move shaves off a chunk of his hair. Watching the dark locks tumble into the sink feels like a scene from a horror movie, unfurling in slow motion.

You glance at Jungkook. Where glorious waves once adorned the side of his handsome face, there is now naught but stubble. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook chuckles as he examines his handiwork. “What’s wrong, jagiya? You don’t want to see a fresh new me?”

“Not if it means sacrificing your gorgeous hair!” you pout.

Of course you love all of your boyfriend. Goes without saying. But his hair! It’s so pretty and thick and silky and fluffy and - 

-and he’s going to shave it all off??

Bzzzzzzt

Another swath joins the first. Two sad curls at the bottom of the sink. 

“Kookie, why?” you lament. “Your pretty hair!”

“Relax!” He laughs, running his tattooed fingers over the scruff that remains where he’s shaved so far. “It’ll grow back eventually. You’re starting to make me think you only love me for -“

Upon catching sight of the expression on your face, he trails off, eyes widening.

“Don’t be stupid,” you reassure him. “I love you for so many reasons. More than there are stars in the sky.”

He grins, turning away.

“Your hair is just, like, 25% of that. Maybe 30.”

“Okay, I’m kicking you out now.” 

“Don’t bother. I’m going. I can’t bear to watch anymore.” You spin on your heel, heading for the kitchen. “If you need me, I’ll be crying into my cereal, mourning over breakfast.”

“Could you mourn me up a smoothie while you’re at it?” 

As you raise your hand over your head to flip him off, he giggles, pausing in his task to admire the way your ass peeks out from under the t-shirt of his that you’re wearing, before disappearing back into the bathroom.

In the kitchen, you quickly whip up a banana smoothie, appreciating how the obnoxious whirr of the mixer drowns out the evil buzzing echoing down the hallway. Sticking the smoothie into the fridge to keep cold until your boyfriend finishes murdering his hair, you sit down to enjoy a bowl of your favorite sugary cereal.

It hasn’t taken much for you to acclimate to Jungkook’s schedule over the last few months since Jennie’s wedding. You’ve all but moved in, hanging around his apartment (usually napping) until he gets home from work in the early hours of the morning. Most of the time, you stay up for a bit, talking and helping him unwind (sometimes fucking, sometimes giving him a gentle massage to soothe his muscles, sometimes just letting him lay with his head on your chest). Usually near dawn you fall asleep, and then wake at noon to spend the afternoon together until he leaves for Paradise in the evening. 

So you've become accustomed to a midday bowl of cereal by now. Of course, it helps that you’re no longer bound to the 9-to-5 life, ever since you quit your job.

The bathroom is rather quiet for several minutes, so you figure Jungkook’s completed his horrible task. So you brace yourself for the sight of a shorn head - 

-only to be surprised when he strolls into the kitchen with a sharp undercut.

“Well?” He turns this way and that, striking poses as he walks over to you. “What do you think?”

His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a shorn section on each side of his head, perfectly highlighting his brow piercing. Long strands still flow on top, a swoop falling into his eyes as he smirks at you.

It defies the laws of reality, the way something like this can make your hot boyfriend even sexier. How is it even possible?

Standing, you extend your fingers, letting them run over the short hairs, enjoying the pleasant prickle. 

“I think I owe Namjoon a thank you card,” you murmur. The soft stubble tickles your fingertips, like fuzz on a peach. “Maybe even a gift basket.”

His smile grows as he draws you into his arms. “See, you were worried for nothing.”

“I really thought you were going to shave it all off!” you exclaim. Nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck, he laughs, amused huffs of breath dancing over your skin. 

“Nope.” He slides your hand into what remains of his hair, lithe fingers encouraging yours to wrap around his locks. “I am thinking about dyeing the rest, though. What do you think sounds better - cherry red or buttery blonde?”

“Blonde!” Did you blurt that out a little too fast? Maybe, judging by the cock of his eyebrow.

“Blonde it is.” 

“Do you want your smoothie?” You reach for the fridge door, but he stops you.

“I gotta clean up first. All those little hairs…” His eyes drop to your lips. “Time for a shower.” It’s an invitation that you’re all too happy to accept. 

Jungkook first steps under the spray of water to rinse away the hairs still clinging to his face and neck. But as soon as you join him, he crowds you against the wall of the tub, mouth meeting yours, hand diving between your legs, opening you up to take his cock. He’s a bit rushed in his movements, driven by a fervent need to bury himself inside you as quickly as possible, but you don’t care, just as desperate to feel him yourself. It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you do this - every time you need him just as much as you did the first time. 

When he slides into you, you let out a loud moan, knees already too weak to stand on. He holds you pinned against the tiles as he thrusts into you, wrapping one of your legs around his waist to help keep you up. “So good, jagi,” he grunts, setting a fast pace. All you can do is hang on, every stroke of his thick cock into your throbbing cunt making you sob his name, until your panting gives way to cries of ecstasy. He spills inside you then, his lips pressed to your cheek, breathing soft words of love across your skin. 

In the afternoon, after Jungkook has gone to meet Namjoon at the gym, you decide to take a walk downtown to get a little work done. It’s surprising to you how much has changed in the last few months. Before, the thought of working on a Saturday would’ve sent you into an anxious (and annoyed) spiral. But now? You’re not bothered by it at all. Apparently that’s what happens when you like your job. 

Not long after the wedding, you’d gone to the interview Wendy had graciously hooked you up with. Jungkook had helped you prepare, but you were still nervous as fuck. You needed to escape your current company. You needed this new job.

But as the interview progressed, that nervousness turned into a different sinking feeling. Because as the interviewer droned on and on about your responsibilities in this new position, it became more and more clear that you were essentially interviewing for the same job you were trying to leave. It wasn’t a way out. It was a trap. If you took this job, you’d be caught in the same quicksand, dragging you down again. 

Despite your growing sense of trepidation, the interview went incredibly well, and you felt pretty confident that you would be hearing from the company soon. Which left you with little time to figure out if you wanted the new job or not. 

In the end, it was your promise to Taehyung that made the decision for you. His presentation to the bank was a success, and with his new loan, he’d opened his own studio. Even though you’d done countless presentations over the years at your company, helping too many of their clients to count, this was the first time you’d actually felt joy at the result of your hard work. Helping Taehyung to achieve his dream was a special moment.

It also gave you an idea. A week later, you declined the new job offer. And turned in your notice to your employer. No more working for others.

Time to be your own boss.

It’s just a few blocks from your apartment building to where you’re headed. The bell hanging over the door chimes pleasantly as you let yourself into the little shop. Taehyung’s photography studio is technically closed on Sundays, but with the key he gave you, you can come and go as you please. It’s an arrangement that suits you well. 

As you’d expected, Taehyung is sitting in his office in the rear of the shop when you get back there. He nods a quiet greeting, then perks up when he sees the second cup in your hand. You’d stopped at the coffeehouse on your way here, knowing that Taehyung is still splitting his time between Paradise and his studio, which means he’s usually exhausted on Saturdays.

“You really are an angel,” he murmurs, grabbing the cup.

“I know,” you grin, taking a seat at the makeshift desk Taehyung had created for you. He’d been so grateful for your help that he’d insisted that you use his office as your own temporary workspace while you established your consulting business. You were in no position to turn down free rent, but you’d agreed to only if he let you act as his interim bookkeeper. It was only fair. “Where’s Yeontan?”

“I gave my assistant the day off,” Taehyung replies. “He’s back at the apartment with Ji and Min.” He pauses to stretch lazily. “Thanks again for helping with the move the other day. We still owe you and Kook dinner.” 

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you pay up.” You never turn down a free meal, though honestly, it was enough of a reward for you that you’d gotten to watch your friend Jisoo fall in love with her two boyfriends over the last few months. That’s the word she’d used for them both the other day, when you all helped Taehyung move into Jimin’s place. You hadn’t seen Jisoo this head over heels for anyone since… well, since you’d known her.

Taehyung sips his iced Americano. “What are you working on today?”

“Going over the stuff Felix sent me. We’re meeting with the bank on Tuesday.” 

Having Taehyung as your first official customer had been a blessing. After he’d raved about you to the other dancers at Paradise, you’d suddenly found yourself with a whole list of potential clients. There was Felix, who wanted to buy a food truck for his baking hobby and start a brownie delivery service; Namjoon, who was considering creating an urban nursery for the plants he grew in his tiny greenhouse; and Bang Chan, who wanted to discuss the possibility of running his own gym. Even Hoseok wanted to introduce you to a friend of his who was thinking about opening up a male strip club called Outlaws. You’d barely struck out on your own and yet your calendar was already packed.

You pull out your laptop and settle in. “What about you, what’s on your slate today?” 

“Just going over some shots.” 

The other dancers at Paradise were the best hype team. They’d spread word of mouth about Taehyung’s photography and the studio had been booked since day one. Not that his talent didn’t bring in customers on its own. But it was so touching to see the others rally around Taehyung like that. 

The other dancers had also embraced you warmly. You’d already met most of them from your visits to Paradise or the night of Taehyung’s exhibit, but once Jungkook introduced you as his girlfriend, it was like you’d gained an entire family of siblings overnight. And now that you’re on the inside, it’s so easy to see the way they care for one another. No wonder Jungkook loves working there so much. 

Well, that, and the tips he makes.

Taehyung slides over so you can see his screen. “It’s Jennie and Yoongi’s session, if you want to take a look.” 

“Oh, yes, please!” 

Jennie and her husband had recently booked a photography session to announce Jennie’s pregnancy. As Taehyung slowly scrolls through the shots, you try and fail to will yourself not to tear up. Your friend’s baby bump gets bigger every time you see her and it’s unreal to think that it won’t be long until Baby Min is here. 

Wordlessly, Taehyung hands you a tissue. 

“Thanks.” 

After spending so much time with Taehyung over the last few weeks, you understand why Jungkook adores him so much. He has a very comforting presence, which is nice for you right now, since building a company from scratch is a nerve-wracking experience. 

“So, tonight’s the night, right?” 

Again you grin, nodding. “Yeah.” 

“How are you feeling?”

“Excited. But also if I’m being honest, a little scared.” 

Everyone - all of your friends and family - has been super supportive for you during this time, lending their help whenever asked. But no one has been more supportive than Jungkook. He’s listened to you rant about your worries and fears at two in the morning when you know he wants nothing more than to hit the pillow and snooze until noon. He’s made you meals when you were too busy to tear yourself away from your computer to eat. He’s spent so much of his own time taking care of you that you started to fret you’d turned into another job for him. 

But when you voiced this concern to him, Jungkook shook his head. “Taking care of you isn’t a job,” he’d said. “I do these things because I want to, not because I have to.”

You’ve never known anyone like him before. Never known someone who could be so selfless, so freely giving of himself all the time. So freely giving of his devotion, in every sense of the word. You can’t help but want to worship him yourself. 

Despite his claims that he’s doing these things of his own free will, you still feel like you owe him something. A sign of your appreciation. Hence your plans for tonight.

“Why scared?” 

You finish your drink, but don’t put the cup down, twirling it in your hands as you think. “What if I make a total ass of myself?”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Easy for you to say,” you snort. Of course he’d be confident, if he were in your shoes. Taehyung radiates an aura of exceptional self-assuredness. It’s difficult to imagine him being rattled by anything. If tomorrow he was told that he needed to perform emergency brain surgery, he’d snap on his surgical gloves without so much as batting an eye. 

“Listen, I know Jungkook. More importantly, I know how much he loves you.” Taehyung flashes you a reassuring smile as you look at him. “There’s nothing you could do tonight to change that.”

The funny thing is, you’re pretty sure he’s right.

Jungkook’s already making dinner when you get back to his place. The delicious scent of gochujang jjigae draws you into his kitchen, where he stands facing the stove, his back to you. Walking up to him, you can’t resist sliding your arms around his waist.

“Hi,” you sigh, burying your face between his shoulder blades, breathing deep the ocean scent of his cologne. 

“Hey jagi,” he hums, a happy note vibrating through his chest as he rests his tattooed hand on top of yours for a second. “Food’s almost ready. Can you grab some bowls?” 

As you reach into his cabinet, it strikes you just how domestic this moment is, getting ready for dinner with Jungkook, like you’ve done so many times before. Thankfully, he’s the one who usually does the cooking, while you help however you can (typically just by staying out of his way - it’s what you do best in the kitchen). It’s unbelievable how easily you’ve fallen into this routine with him. Not a trace of fear in you as you reflect on it. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be back in time to eat with me, but I made enough for two just in case.” He joins you at his little table, ladling stew into your bowls, before he takes the seat across from you. He’s dressed like he usually is for work, just a hoodie and sweats, since he’ll be changing into costumes all night.

“You’re too good to me, Kookie,” you simper playfully with a sweet grin, but you really mean it, knowing that if you’d texted him that you wouldn’t be back, he’d still make extra and put it in the fridge for you. 

He rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears betray him, turning pink. The two of you dig into your meal, quietly enjoying the food and each other’s company. 

“I meant to ask you,” he says after a few minutes, “do you know when Jin-hyung will be back in town?” 

When you’d called things off with Seokjin, you’d made him promise to keep in touch while he was out traveling for his cooking show. He’d taken that pledge to heart, texting you brief updates and sending photos from the road. You’re glad to have made another friend from this whole experience. Especially one whose name you can drop to make hard-to-get dinner reservations. (Seokjin gets a real ego boost when you do that - he’s the one who suggested it in the first place.)

Though things had gotten off to a rocky start between Jungkook and Seokjin, they’d become fairly good friends themselves. It doesn’t really surprise you, since they have more in common than they thought (not even counting you) - both are talented and determined, funny and handsome, not to mention both give a hell of a lap dance. Also, it’s hard not to love Jungkook, no matter how you meet him. 

“Um, I think last time I heard from him, he said he’d be back in two weeks for a short break.”

“Good. That should give me enough time to finish.” He doesn’t say anything else, but you can read between the lines so well with him by now. 

“Jin’s going to love his portrait,” you reassure him. 

As soon as Seokjin had seen Jungkook’s artwork, he’d wasted no time in commissioning the younger man to paint his portrait, to be hung in his newest restaurant. You know that Jungkook is thrilled at the opportunity, but he’s also a little nervous, wanting to impress Seokjin. It’s pretty cute, truth be told. 

You glance up to find Jungkook watching you with a small smile. 

“What? What are you looking at? Am I a mess?” You grab your napkin, dabbing at your face, but he shakes his head. 

“Nothing. I’m happy you’re here. I feel like I’ve barely seen you the last few weeks, you’ve been out working so much.” 

“Oh, right.” You scratch your ear, giving him an apologetic look. “I know, I’ve been busy.”

“I’m not saying that’s bad!” Jungkook raises his hands. “I just… missed you.” 

“Kookie,” you sigh, heart bubbling over with fondness. Your boyfriend is such a sap.

You set down your spoon and rise to your feet, locking your arms around him. He looks up at you with so much love in his eyes you nearly pinch yourself. But you don’t have to. This isn’t a dream, it’s your life. Silently, you thank the universe for everything you did that led you to this man. Then you press a gentle kiss to his waiting lips. 

“I missed you too. But I’m hoping all this will be worth it.”

“It will be, jagiya,” Jungkook asserts, cupping your face gently. “I know it’s hard. But you know what you’re doing. And you’re not alone - you’ve got so many people in your corner. Like me.” He grins, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. “I believe in you.” 

There’s a sudden lump in your throat, making it impossible to speak, so you let your lips express what you feel. What’s left of your dinner sits forgotten as you climb into his lap, kissing him until you’re both breathless. Only then you’re able to whisper a quiet thank you. 

Jungkook’s right. You can do this. Especially with him by your side.

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:15): Are we still on for brunch tomorrow?

Bestie 😇 (8:17): Yes! I miss you guys

Bestie 😇 (8:17): This baby’s not even here yet and they’re already keeping me busy

Bestie 😇 (8:18): Plus I’ve been craving waffles for days

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:19): We miss you too! 

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:19):  And you too, YN! You work too hard

You (8:20): I know 😔I miss you all too

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:21):  I’ll be there!

Queen Ji 👑 (8:22): Yes we’re doing brunch because YN needs to tell us allll about tonight!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:23): OH THAT’S RIGHT!

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:23): Ahhhh that’s tonight?!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:23): Break a leg! 🙌

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:24): LET’S GOOOOO

Queen Ji 👑 (8:24): You are going to KILL IT

Bestie 😇 (8:24): *airhorn.gif*

You (8:25): 🙈🙈

You (8:25): We’ll see

You (8:25): But thank you 😘

Queen Ji 👑 (8:26): Oh no! None of that

Queen Ji 👑 (8:26):  Trust me, you’ve got this

You (8:27): And just how are you so sure about that?

Queen Ji 👑 (8:28): Jimin told me. He never lies

You (8:29): I knew I should’ve asked Namjoon

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:29): As if he wouldn’t tell me

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (8:30): I like the guy but he can’t keep a secret to save his life

Lovely Lisa 💋 (8:31): Relax, you’re gonna be amazing! Just have fun with it

Bestie 😇 (8:31): Yessssss have fun

Queen Ji 👑 (8:32): But also put your back into it

Bestie 😇 (8:33): You should probably stretch first

You (8:33): Yes, eomma, I will

Bestie 😇 (8:34): I’m going to kindly ask that you never call me that again

You (8:35): But you’ll be hearing it all the time soon!!

Bestie 😇 (8:35): Not from you though! 🙅

Queen Ji 👑 (8:36): Sorry, eomma, we’ll behave

Bestie 😇 (8:37): Oh god, *especially* not from you

Bestie 😇 (8:37): Okay I’m out. I’ll see you all tomorrow. But don’t forget!

Bestie 😇 (8:38): 📣You’ve got this! 📣

Queen Ji 👑 (8:38): She’s the best mom

A few hours later, you find yourself alone in an unfamiliar space. A small room, containing only a handful of pieces of dark furniture. Velvet curtains drape three of the walls, while the fourth is a mirror. A crystalline chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the glass reflecting the soft lighting, scattering shimmering spots of illumination around the room as the bass pumping from the overhead speaker makes the decoration bounce.

You wipe your sweaty palms on the skirt of your dress, wishing you could take your friends’ advice and relax right now. Instead, your nerves are jumpy and your pulse is racing. The waiting isn’t helping. 

As you switch seats for the tenth time since you got here (you can’t decide which is a better place to sit, on the pleather couch or the matching chair), you adjust your dress, hoping you look more confident than you feel. Confidence is key for what you’re about to do, according to Jimin. 

Maybe you should’ve thought this through more. More practice would’ve been helpful, too. Why did you decide to do this now? You’ve really got to work on your patience, you think, eyeing the couch again before moving seats again. 

The curtains sway slightly as the door to the room opens. Immediately your mind empties of all thoughts as your adrenaline kicks in. It’s showtime. You sit up, trying to strike an enticing pose, waiting for the man who opened the door to finish locking it and turn around. 

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting t- baby??” Jungkook freezes, head cocking to the side in confusion. You knew that Jimin had told him he had a Paradise customer waiting for him in a private room.  “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you grin, suddenly feeling really shy. Which is the exact opposite of what you need to feel right now, if you’re going to pull this off. “So, um, surprise!” 

Jungkook smiles, obviously thrilled with your surprise, and crosses the tiny space in two strides. You stand to greet him, taking in his outfit, a silky black shirt unbuttoned over a pair of black leather pants. He looks just like he did the night of Jennie’s bachelorette party, only with a new haircut. The fabric of his top is soft beneath your fingertips as you lay your hands on his shoulders, accepting his kiss hello. 

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but… you know you didn’t have to pay to see me, right?” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I’ll dance for you any time.” 

You do know that, because he’s danced for you several times now. Sometimes he likes to get your opinions on a new routine, and other times… other times, he just feels like dancing for you. 

Knowing all this, you nod, smoothing down the folds in his shirt, trying to distract yourself from the way your stomach is tying itself in knots. Relax, you remind yourself, taking a deep breath. There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s Jungkook. 

“I know. But this actually isn’t about me tonight. It’s about you.” 

Applying a little pressure on his shoulders, you push Jungkook onto the couch. He looks up at you questioningly, but doesn’t say anything, merely takes a seat. That’s so like him - to read you so well that he understands you’ve got something planned, so he’s letting you lead the moment. Just that tiny act of deference heartens you, leaving you more sure about what you’ve got planned. 

You walk over to the panel on the wall that controls the overhead speaker. Your phone is already hooked up, and with a few swipes, you change the playlist.

“I wanted to do something for you, to show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me.” For some reason it’s easier to explain why you’re here without looking at Jungkook as you do it, so you fiddle with the phone a little as you speak. “I know the last few weeks have been stressful, because of everything I’m trying to do, and I just… I want to thank you. And I thought this was the best way to do it.” 

When you turn back around, Jungkook’s watching you with such a rapt expression that you can’t help but feel almost foolish about being so worried about this. It doesn’t matter if you can’t give him a show on the same level that he does. You’ve got his full attention no matter what you do. 

You’ve got his love. 

With that comforting thought, you take a steadying breath, in and out, and then begin. 

Dancing is really not your strong suit, but the biggest lesson Jimin taught you is that it’s not the moves themselves that matter - it’s the attitude with which you perform them. It’s all about setting a mood.

So you let the music guide you. Let yourself sink into the groove set by the drums and bass. Jungkook lets out a tiny “oh, fuck,” when you start to shake your hips. You fight the urge to giggle, biting your lip in a sultry manner instead. You’re wearing a cute but simple dress, something that will be easy to remove when the time comes, but you dance like you’re dressed in the sexiest outfit imaginable, sliding the skirt up your thighs a little to tease him. 

Even though you’re only a few feet away from Jungkook, you take your time approaching him, dragging out the anticipation. His hands rise automatically, reaching for you, but you dodge his grasp, taking them in your own hands instead. Something else Jimin taught you - lay down the rules right away. 

“I’m here to dance for you, Kookie. So let’s get one thing straight - I’m the one in charge.” You squeeze his hands to draw his attention to them as you place them at his sides. “That means no touching me, unless I say it’s okay.” 

Jungkook blinks at your words, but he doesn’t argue or try again to touch you. “Yes, baby,” he says, eyes brimming with adoration as he nods at you, and again you feel a surge of confidence. 

With your back to him, you place a hand on both of his knees, guiding him to spread his legs apart. Then you lower yourself into his lap, laying back against his chest and tilting your face towards his. If either of you leaned forward the slightest bit, your mouths would touch, but you resist the urge, and he waits breathlessly to see what you’re going to do next. 

You bring your arm up, then trail your hand down his chest, across your breasts and stomach, and on to his thigh, just skimming past his crotch. His hips buck slightly beneath you, and you grind in his lap, giving him the friction he seeks. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll touch you all you want,” you whisper. 

Jungkook groans loudly. You glide around the couch until you’re behind him and run your hands down his arms and over his chest. The silk of his shirt is starting to stick to him where he’s sweating. You’ve barely started and you’re already having an obvious effect on him.

It’s not just his temperature that’s rising, you note with a smug smile when you return to your spot in front of him. The tight material of his pants barely restrains his erection. Again you sit on his thighs, facing away from him, throwing your legs out in a wide stance as you pop to the beat. 

“Shit, baby, yes,” Jungkook praises you with a deep groan when you lean forward, giving him a good view of your ass as it bounces. “Where’d you learn to dance like this?” 

“Well, um…” you pause to bend further, nearly touching the ground, enjoying how Jungkook swears quietly when he gets a glimpse of your panties, “you know how I’ve been so busy lately?”

“Uh-huh…” Jungkook responds mindlessly, far too occupied with the sight in front of him. He’s being so patient, keeping his hands at his side like instructed, but the telltale twitching of his fingers lets you know that he’s fighting hard to behave.

You decide to take pity. Just a little. Turning, you straddle him, and grab his wrists. “Here you go,” you wink, placing his hands on your hips. “Just hold on for me.” 

Jungkook hums, vision trailing up your body from where your hips are swaying to where your breasts are now in his face. 

“I was working, but I wasn’t at Taehyung’s studio. I was taking some lessons from Jimin.” 

He looks up at that. “Wait, you were what?” 

The surprise on his face makes you giggle. There’s that wide-eyed Bambi look that you love so much. As the next track on your playlist starts, something a little slower, you shift into a grind, dragging your ass over Jungkook’s lap. He hisses, fingers tightening their grip, almost bruising in their hold, but he doesn’t try to guide you like he usually does when the two of you are in this position. It impresses you, the restraint he’s showing. 

It makes you want to make him lose control. 

You run your fingers through his hair, lifting it off his face, and lean close to his ear. “I wanted to make this good for you, baby. Give you exactly what you deserve.” Your lips hover across his cheek, not touching, but your breath caresses his skin, making him shudder beneath you. 

“Jagi,” Jungkook swallows thickly, eyelids heavy with desire as he peers at you. “You’re amazing. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these moves from me.” 

You bite back another big smile. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” 

His hands fall from your waist as you spin around, nudging his legs apart. Following the rhythm of the music, you undulate your body down his, your back sliding down his chest, then down his lap, until you’re on your knees. Then you place your hands on the ground in front of you, lowering your bottom half to the floor in a slow humping motion, before flashing him as you whip your legs into a split in order to roll yourself onto your back.

“Holy fuck, jagi,” Jungkook gasps, digging his hands into the couch on either side of his thighs, desperate for something to clutch. “You’re finally gonna do it. You’re going to be the actual death of me.” 

Despite yourself, you start giggling. “Kookie! Don’t make me laugh.” You take your time rising to your knees, then to your feet, playing with the hem of your skirt. “I want you to take this seriously.” 

“Oh, I am, baby, believe me.” Jungkook bites his lip, nodding. His eyes follow the path your hands take, dragging the skirt up to reveal your lower stomach. Meanwhile, one of his hands has found its way to his crotch, squeezing his hard cock through his pants. You’d considered making another rule earlier, that he couldn’t touch himself, but truthfully, you want to watch him enjoy himself. 

“Good boy,” you purr, and Jungkook whimpers loud enough for you to wonder if you’ve tapped into something previously undiscovered about him, but you’re too busy to ponder it any further as you swing your hips, using his knees to help you drop yourself down to the floor again in a low squat. 

The power you feel as he watches you is beyond intoxicating. What you’re doing right now is nothing compared to the skill he displays when he dances, but you understand a little better why he does this for a living. You feel like you could do anything right now. 

As you come back up, you lean into him, hands on his chest, your face so close to his, and this time the need to kiss him is too strong, so you stop denying yourself, connecting your mouths briefly, just enough to have him chasing you when you pull away. Before he can protest, you distract him by pulling your dress over your head in one swift movement. 

“Baby,” he moans, eyeing the matching lingerie set you picked out especially for tonight, his favorite color and his favorite texture, the black lace just begging him to run his fingertips all over it. “Is that new?” 

Of course he’d notice. He’s got the contents of your underwear drawer practically memorized. Not surprising since most of the sets are from him. He’s got a thing for nice lingerie and you’re more than happy to indulge him. 

“Bought it just for you.” With your back to him, you straddle one of his thighs, centering yourself on the thick muscle, and roll your hips in slow figure eights. Grabbing his hands, you wrap them around you, placing one on your bra and the other just over the band of your panties. “Do you like?” 

Jungkook’s answer is a wordless growl as he strokes the lace. You hum, tossing your head back so it rests on his shoulder, and slip the hand over your lower stomach down further, until he’s cupping your mound. 

“Ah!” you gasp, hips jutting forward when his eager fingers go rogue and press against you in a sign of his slipping control. “I - I’m guessing that means yes.” 

“It means fuck yes,” Jungkook declares. “You’re driving me insane right now, you know that?” 

“I think I’m getting the idea,” you reply, trying to focus on finishing your dance and not just outright humping his hand. Tracing your fingernails down his forearms makes him loosen his grip enough for you to climb off him. As the next track plays, you drape yourself over the side of the couch so your back hits his lap, and lie there shimmying to the beat for a few seconds before unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. 

“Jagiya,” Jungkook rasps roughly, tongue licking furiously at his lips, and even though you’re only maybe halfway through the routine you’d been practicing, you decide to skip to the end, because clearly your boyfriend is close to breaking, and frankly, so are you. 

You throw your leg over his lap, straddling him again. Taking his hands, you lace your fingers together, using him as a counterweight to help you dip backwards, so low your head nearly brushes the ground, before you roll back up, pressing your forehead to his. You stare at his mouth and he stares at yours as you inhale a steadying breath to speak.

“You can touch me now.” 

The current of electricity simmering between you suddenly blazes out, igniting the air around you. His hands slide to the small of your back, and your arms loop around his neck, both of you pulling each other as close as possible as you meet in a charged kiss. Jungkook moans into your lips, tongue chasing the sound. Your mouth parts to let him in. 

Jungkook’s hands keep moving, gripping your waist, your ass, your breasts - it’s like he’s been starving for you, like those few minutes that he wasn’t allowed to hold you were an eternity and now that they’re over he must take his fill. Your skin vibrates beneath his fingertips, so much pent-up energy ready to burst, and you seek an outlet, grinding your hips down onto his. 

“Kookie,” you whine helplessly, and Jungkook grunts in response, rutting his erection against you, fitting between your legs so perfectly, the two of you like puzzle pieces coming together to form a complete picture of lust. 

“I’m here, jagi,” he murmurs, lips brushing along your jawline and back to your mouth before continuing down the other side. “I’m here.” 

In a second, you’re on your back, watching Jungkook peel off his shirt before he covers your body with his. His kisses are just as greedy as his touches, and you lose yourself in him, devouring the desire on his lips with a wild ravenousness of your own. 

But as he trails kisses down your body, you open your eyes and stare directly at the chandelier hanging over you, and a thought hits you with startling clarity - oh, right, you’re still at Paradise. At Jungkook’s place of work. 

“Jungkook. Jungkook,” you repeat, threading your fingers through his hair to tug his head off your breast, where his tongue was lapping at your nipple. “Should we do this here?” 

Jungkook blinks at you a few times. “Isn’t this - don’t you want to?” 

Of course you want to. But all those times you’d pictured this moment, your best hope was that he’d enjoy the dance and promise to thank you in private later when he got off work. You hadn’t really considered that you’d do such an amazing job that the two of you would fuck on the spot. (Okay, that’s a lie, you’d considered it a lot. But still. Imagining fucking your boyfriend at his job and actually fucking your boyfriend at his job are two very different things.)

“I want to,” you reassure him, brushing a wandering drop of sweat from his brow. “I just don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Jungkook laughs, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek. “Baby, trust me, I’m not the first one to do this. There’s a reason “no sex in the champagne room” is a saying.” He sees the mix of confusion and disgust on your face and laughs again. “I’m not worrying about it and neither should you. But if you are, we don’t have to do anything. This has been more than enough for me.”

“So… you liked your dance?” you ask in a tiny voice.

Jungkook lets out a pained groan. “Baby, I loved it. I can’t believe you did all this for me.” His hand brushes over your hip, playing with the lace there. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Not true.” If anything, he’s the one too good to you. “But I’m trying.” 

He kisses you again, slow and sweet. You feel yourself melting into his embrace. Any remaining concerns vanish as Jungkook lowers his head, taking your nipple into his mouth again with a messy kiss. If he’s not worried, why should you be? Besides, as you arch your back, chasing Jungkook’s tongue as he drags it down your torso, only an apocalypse could stop you now, and maybe not even that. 

“You know,” you start, gasping slightly when his teeth graze lightly over the swell of your stomach, “I’ve fantasized about this.”  

Jungkook glances up at you. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah. I mean, I usually pictured you dancing for me, but, um, we always ended up fucking.” A flash of heat licks the back of your neck as you meet Jungkook’s eye. 

“That’s usually how I imagine it, too,” Jungkook informs you. The casual admission of this mutual secret fantasy stokes your arousal. Jungkook flames it further when he ruts his hard cock against you. “Sometimes you ride me, sometimes I bend you over this couch, but it always starts with me giving you a private show.” 

Your breath leaves you in a hiss. “Fuck. That sounds good.” 

“Which one?”

“Both,” you groan, rolling your hips. “All of it.” 

Jungkook kisses your neck to smother his laughter. “It’s not too late, you know. I can make those fantasies come true.” His tone deepens as he speaks, becoming darker. Oh, you know this tone so well. He’s shifting to demon mode. 

“Another time. I mean,” you clarify immediately, not wanting him to misunderstand, “you can give me a private dance another time.”

“Aww, is my baby too worked up right now?” he teases, and this time he doesn’t bother to even try to hide his laughter when you whine, pressing your hips into him again. “Okay, jagi, I promise I’ll dance for you another time. I won’t make you wait any longer.” 

Again he slides down your body, kissing over the soft lace of your underwear. He pulls your thighs apart with his hands so he can stick his face directly between them. His stuttered breath blows hot over the damp material barely covering you. Impatient, you reach to push your panties down, but Jungkook grabs your hands and pins them over your head. “Kook!” 

Jungkook shakes his head at your pouty cry. Leaning over you, he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it to his mouth for another wet kiss. 

“Let me, baby,” he coos sweetly, and then he takes the lace band in his teeth and slowly drags your panties down your body using only his mouth. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” you moan, unable to tear your gaze away. Jungkook hums, dropping the sodden silk on the ground before lowering his lips to kiss your pussy. He’s sloppy and loud, and in a brief lucid flash of sanity you pray that the music covers the sounds out in the hallway. 

Jungkook always moves at his own pace, in his own time, and nowhere is that more evident than the way goes down on you. He loves building you up slowly, so slowly, until you’re going out of your mind begging him to let you cum. Tonight, however, he’s moving fast, slipping two fingers inside you, getting you ready for him.  If asked, he’d claim it was for you, but the truth is that he needs you as much as you need him right now. 

“Love the way you taste,” he murmurs, fingers spreading you wider, dragging his tongue over your clit. He curls his fingers, smirking at your gasp, and repeats the movement. It feels so good, too good, so your hand snakes out and grabs his wrist, and he stills, looking up at you in confusion. 

“Wanna come on your cock,” you explain.

He groans, reclining back on his knees. “Whatever you want, jagiya,” he says, fingers flying to the laces on his leather pants. He’s used to taking his time untying them on stage, drawing the moment out seductively, a marked contrast to the clumsy way he tugs on them now, trying to undo them as quickly as he can. 

With only a little bit of struggling, he pushes his pants down, then kicks them off completely. He wraps one hand around his hard length, thumb and forefinger pinching slightly just below the flushed head. Your teeth sink into your lip as you stare at him, taking in sight of this gorgeous man kneeling between your legs, looking every bit as hungry as you feel. 

“Tell me how you want it.”

You clench unconsciously at Jungkook’s command, mind running through all the possibilities. Honestly, you don’t care how, you just need him inside you now. 

So you reach out, gently prying his fingers away from his cock. Jungkook sighs when you take it in your hand, a sound of deep-seated contentment, like he’s been waiting all night for you to touch him. You understand the sentiment, thighs twitching as you slowly pump him a few times, using his slickness to make your movements easier. 

“Just like this,” you say, guiding him towards your slit. He hisses as you slide his head through your folds, and presses forward a bit, helping you coat him in your arousal. 

“Okay, jagiya,” he murmurs. He arranges himself between your legs, lifting one calf, then the other, over his broad shoulders. You shiver, breathless with anticipation as you catch the feral glint in his eyes. “Just like this.” 

A harmonious pair of moans fill the room when he enters you. He waits for a moment, because as rushed as his fingering was, it wasn’t enough to fully stretch you out enough for him. When you whisper, “okay,” he starts to move. The first few rolls of his hips are slow and easy, him savoring the tight warmth of your cunt around him, you delighting in the sensation of being filled so completely. He kisses the side of your knee, staring down at you as you whimper beneath him with every languid thrust. 

When your hands stretch out for him, he leans down, bending you in half to press his mouth to yours. He sinks deeper into you, your bodies locking together more closely, and you lace your fingers through his hair, until you’re breathing each other’s kisses like air. You whisper Jungkook’s name and he sighs yours back. 

“Love you so much, jagi.” 

His mouth nudges your head to the side in search of that sensitive spot behind your ear, and you open your eyes to catch sight of the two of you in the mirror. Even if the room were pitch black right now, you’d be able to see yourself lying there, the way you’re lit from within. Your love for Jungkook burns inside you like a star in the night sky, pulsing bright and steady. 

“I love you, too.” 

Jungkook’s pace steadies, his pelvis starting to bounce off your ass with more speed.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby,” you moan, watching him piston his cock inside you. “More, please, Kookie! More!” 

Never let it be said that your boyfriend doesn’t listen. He pulls out, getting off the couch, and, with strong hands gripping your thighs, positions you with your hips resting on the arm of the couch, to raise you high enough for him to plunge back in from a standing position. 

And then he gives you exactly what you asked for. 

Jungkook fucks you hard and fast. His furrowed brow drips with sweat as he snaps his hips into you. You know nothing could break his concentration now - eyes sharply focusing on your expression, ears listening for the change in the pitch of your voice. When he feels your walls starting to constrict, he grips your thighs to tilt you just enough to find the right angle to tap your sweet spot with every pump - 

“Jungkook!” With a loud gasp of his name, your climax arrives. Your cunt pulsates so tightly around him that Jungkook clamps his arms around your legs, pulling your ass flush against him so he can grind into you.

“Oh, fuck, jagi, ‘m so close.” His voice is already wrecked, sounding rough and broken. He bends slightly at the waist, forcing your legs closer to your stomach, putting you at an odd angle, but you’re still buzzing with pleasure so you don’t notice the stretch, just let out a low moan as Jungkook starts to move again. 

He bends further, sliding his hands behind your back, and then he lifts you, using that surprising strength of his to hold you as he slides around to sit on the couch. Your legs support you just long enough to straddle him, and then you sink down onto his cock, more than happy to collapse against Jungkook as he fucks up into you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. “Always so good, jagi.” You meet his gaze, struck by the love you see in his eyes. No matter how often he looks at you like this, it makes your heart sing every time. You kiss him before sitting up, meeting his thrusts with your own movements.

“Come for me, Kookie,” you murmur sweetly, drawing your boyfriend’s eye with the movement of your hand as it heads down your stomach. Your fingers rub at your clit, rolling the engorged nub around, and the delicious drag of his cock inside your constricting walls has you hurtling towards a second orgasm just as Jungkook reaches his first.

Your playlist begins the last song as the two of you cling to each other on the couch. Jungkook’s arms are still locked around your back while you rest your head on his shoulder. He sings along quietly to the music, his soothing voice wrapping around you like a blanket. It’s a favorite song of his, just as it’s a favorite of yours - the song from your rooftop dance at Jennie and Yoongi’s wedding.

When the music ends, Jungkook sighs. “We should definitely do this again.” 

You laugh, sitting up. He grins at you and you lean forward to press a light peck to the tiny mole under his lip. “I may have booked you all night.” 

“Like I was gonna let you walk out of here anytime soon,” he scoffs. He stops your giggling with his kiss, lips soft and lingering, and you sigh, hugging him close again. 

There’s a part of you that can’t believe you just fucked your boyfriend in a strip club, but somehow it felt inevitable that you two would end up here like this. Like from the moment you walked in here all those months ago, there was no other way this would go. 

It was such a strange trip to think about. You had to go all the way to Paradise to meet the love of your life who lived next door. Fate could really take the most roundabout way, but the journey was more than worth it. 

“You really didn’t have to do all of this for me.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to the moment. 

“I want to do everything for you,” you reply with a shake of your head. “You deserve the world, Kookie.” 

“I have everything I could ever want, jagiya. Right here in my arms.” 

Normally, this is where you would roll your eyes at him for being so sappy, but that’s hard to do when you’re blinking back tears. Instead, you squeeze him a little tighter, so he knows that you feel the same way. 

“You know…” Jungkook starts after a few seconds, then stops. You shake him a little to urge him to go on. “There is something else I’ve been thinking about. Something I want to do, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it.” 

“What is it?”

He glances down, and there’s the shy bunny smile that you remember from all those months ago. “I’d love to paint you.” 

“Naked?” you whisper, hand to your chest, looking scandalized.

He laughs, nose wrinkling in glee. “That actually wasn’t what I meant but I’m absolutely down if you are.” 

“We’ll see,” you grin, kissing his cheek. “One thing at a time. Right now, we’ve got this room to ourselves, and I believe you promised me a dance.”

“Yes I did,” Jungkook agrees, chin jutting out to catch your next kiss with his lips. “Anything for my love.” 

“I love you, too,” you sigh, kissing him back. 

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One Day at a Time

Yoongi loves to help others. As a professional surrogate, he takes pride in using his body to help families bring life into this world, and love into their homes. But when his high school crush Kim Namjoon hires Yoongi to help him and his wife conceive, things get...precarious.

Or, Omega Yoongi gets bred by Alpha Namjoon and holy shit, does he fall in love.

🐺 Yoongi x Namjoon, established Namjoon x Wheein

🌙 word count: 39.4k

🌙 past acquaintances to lovers, a/b/o, mpreg, infidelity, angst, smut, eventual fluff, slash, nsfw, 21+

🌙 warnings: alpha/top Namjoon, omega/bottom Yoongi; Namjoon is married, and he has a big dick; Yoongi is a mess, and he cries a lot; a/b/o stuff (mating cycles, lots of scent stuff, wolf instincts, marking - there will be blood, omega slick), angst (hormones raging, pining, emotional infidelity, infidelity, hurt/comfort), smut (ritualistic sex, ass to mouth, anal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, extremely painful knotting, pregnant sex, begging, praising, possessiveness), confessions, falling in love, "happy ending."

🌙 note: hello, and welcome to my very first a/b/o fic! this is going to be a more modern take on some a/b/o lore and ideas. i did so much research and asked friends who are better versed with the lore and tropes (thank you @sailoryooons and @sweetestofchaos, i love you to the moon and back!!!), and i am really pleased with what has come of this. i never thought i would write a pregnancy fic, but here i am. the power of namgi and infidelity compels me. that being said, infidelity is a big part of this fic, so if you're not into that, you will not like this!!! this has all the build up and tension and very intense smut that one might come to expect from one of my fics, so buckle up and take the warnings seriously. 🌙 Yoongi deals with a lot of mood swings with his heat cycle, so if he seems completely irrational at times, it is because he is. and oh boyyyy, does he cry a lot. A LOT. idk how to describe Yoongi's genitalia situation. he has a dick but also … idk ... would his butt be a cloaca??? best not to overthink it. sometimes it is referred to as a cunt. hehehe. Wheein in this fic is very real housewives and i love/hate her.

🌙 written for one shot two shot fest

🌙 thanks to @neoneunnajimin & @sailoryooons for beta reading!

🌙 posted july 2023 | read on ao3 (link coming soon!)

INDEX:

1: I finally get to have you | 19.9k words

2: It feels right; I don't care if it's wrong | 19.3k words

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Best Friends Who Kiss? - Luke Patterson x Reader

“Can you make one where I’m best friends with Luke and everyone else (But little does Luke know I actually love him, everyone else can see it, but him.) I’ve liked him almost all my life...”

(This is the least amount of dialogue I’ve written in awhile, but with the way that it was requested, this style just felt right. let me know if you hate this style?)

It started out at recess in 2nd grade. She sat on the swings alone when he approached her, sitting in the adjacent seat. She looked up and smiled at him, and he, toothless and all, introduced himself to her.

“I’m Luke.” 

After that, she was there through all of his fights with his mom, all of the ego-driven fights he had with Bobby over creative rights to their band's music, and the heartbreak over girls she barely knew. He was there through for her through all the trauma that came with her dad’s anger issues, her lackluster love life stories, and her frustration stemming from her art and her lack of confidence.

The rest was history. Quite literally after the accident. There was one thing that was for certain, that Y/N’s feelings for Luke stayed the same in life and death. His were a little less clear. After entering the world of 2020, they met Julie and she saw a spark in him that she had missed, even when he was playing with Bobby and the boys.

Luke started playing the guitar and singing back up vocals for Julie with the band, and the fire in his eyes was rekindled. Sometimes she sat in on rehearsals, but most of the time Luke was so preoccupied he didn’t even really speak to her the entire time she was there.

She started leaving a little earlier every day before rehearsal ended, making her way back to the park where they met in hopes that he’d join her. He never did, but she’d sit in the swing for a while and think about him and different moments between them.

Like the time when they were 11 and they were riding bikes when Luke fell and broke his arm in two places. She remembered him pointing to her in the emergency room and demanding that she was in the room with him, otherwise, he wouldn’t go in. He got his way and she sat next to him for hours during the stay.

Or when they were 14 and Luke had his first real date that ended in disaster. He showed up on her front porch that night because he just “wanted to hear her voice” and tell her all about the tragic events. That was the night that he told her that he didn’t think anyone would ever get him the way she did. She remembered her heart fluttering at those words.

Nothing ever happened between them though, and she was convinced now that even when her emotions got the best of her, Luke’s feelings were always platonic. She watched him sway and sing with Julie with this look of admiration she hadn’t ever seen before. Their voices and energies blending so seamlessly. Julie was so kind she couldn’t even find it in her heart to get angry at her. After they visited the nightclub the day of Julie’s performance she was certain that she had to make a decision. Caleb had an offer that wouldn’t be perfect, but it would be better than wallowing in self-pity every single day and masquerading as a part of a group that didn’t even recognize when she left. 

She knew the boys could fight it, but she wasn’t even sure she wanted to at this point. So tonight, she was going to do it. She was going to meet up with Caleb and accept his offer.

She grabbed her coat that was left behind in the garage when she saw one of Luke’s old flannels spread out on the couch. She grabbed it, placing it over her body before putting on her jacket. She looked around the room once more before poofing out the of the room.

The boys reentered the space after a late-night exploring, hyped on adrenaline. He spun around, looking for a nightlight or a slight lull of music that would let him know that Y/N was home. When he saw neither he began to pace around the room.

Alex stopped him in his tracks, looking at him with wide eyes “Woah, Luke chill what is going on?”

He looked up at his friend with tears raising in his eyes “Where is Y/N, you don’t think she went back to talk to Caleb, do you?”

Alex shook his head, squeezing his bandmate’s shoulders “Breath, we have no clue if that’s where she went, let’s not go all doomsday before we think about our options.

Luke nodded, trying to swallow with the knot in his throat. “She loves the beach…but it scares her to be alone there at night, even as a ghost.” He thought about it some more “She loves that record shop on 3rd…but she….wait.”

He stopped and looked at all of his friends in the dim light that sent a spotlight into the center of the room. “You guys stay here, I think I know where she is.” He left the room in a snap, transporting himself to a familiar swingset. There she sat on the swing, twirling the chains above her until she let them go and spun around quickly. A light smile fell onto her face but fell quickly as she landed at a standstill.

He was slow in his movements, inching quietly into the woodchips and sitting down without making a sound. She heard the jingling of the chains next to her and looked over panicked.

“Hey,” he said quietly, watching her face settle as her eyes met his

“Hi,” She gave him a weak smile before diverting her gaze to the stars. 

“Please tell me that you’re here nostalgia's sake and not because you’re thinking about what I think you are…” He started, pumping his legs back and forth to bring himself into the air.

“I…I don’t know.” 

He slowed, slamming his feet to the ground before facing her “You’re really just going to up and leave me, after all these years? You didn’t think I deserved an explanation? At least a goodbye? Y/N, I thought we knew each other better than that”

She sighed, leaning against the cold metal as she let tears softly fall down her cheeks. She finally makes eye contact with him again, shaking her head at him.

“Like you’d even notice I was gone, Luke.”

He was silent.

“Don’t get me wrong, I really like Julie and I think that she has made you a better musician… but you’ve replaced me and don’t even try to deny it. Reggie and Alex even forget that I live in the garage too half of the time. I’m like a ghost among ghosts, who even knew that was possible?!” 

Her eyes fixed on the ground below her, she wanted to hear what he had to say. As he took a breath in, she shrunk a bit waiting for the worst.

“I….had no idea that you felt that way. I am, such an idiot. I haven’t even bothered to check in on you recently. Y/N I am so sorry.” She could hear his voice breaking and didn’t even need to look up to know that he was crying.

“It’s okay.”

He scoffed “Obviously it’s not fine when my best friend decides that disappearing into the night is a better option than being around me.”

She looked back up at him, shaking her head “That’s not what I meant Luke.” He stood up and walked over to her swing, standing in front of her. He leaned forward, inches away from her face. She felt her heart race at the proximity and the look in his eyes.

“Remember that night that I told you that you’re the only one who gets me?” She nodded, holding his gaze. “I meant that.”

She let the left side of her mouth raise a bit into a half-smile. Looking into his glossy eyes she got lost in so many times before, she didn’t know what to say. He didn’t wait for her to respond before continuing “I’m sorry I made you feel less than the most important person in my life because you are.”

She tried to speak but stopped her “Let me finish,” She nodded, letting him go on.

“I care about you so much, Y/N, and the fact that you even had to consider if that was true…it…” His voice shook a little as he took a breath in “It hurts a lot more than I could have ever expected.”

He got down on both knees in front of her to get at eye level. She bit down on her bottom lip as she looked at him, backlit by the moonlight and the street-lamps.

“I love you, Y/N.” 

She wiped her tears onto her sleeve before responding “I love you too, Luke” He grinned at her, grabbing her cheeks into his hands and leaning in to kiss her lips. The kiss was soft and sweet and short, but it was enough to make her feel like it was a summer day on this cold autumn night. When they pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Please come home with me, please stay.”

She looked into his eyes, feeling his thumbs rub her cheeks ever so slightly. She nodded. He smiled through his tears, standing up and extended his hand toward her. She took it and rose to meet him. They interlocked their hands and walked the long way home. 

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