#first smut fic yall pls be nice to me !!

[arminzblackbimbo]

kisses down low

blackfem!reader x mafia!armin alert

tw: mdni, nipple play, panty sniffing, hickeys, possession, stuffed animals watching freaky activity, mentions of blood, dry humping, sloppy kisses, saliva, panty licking, scent kink, oral (fem r.), squirting, reader calls him "min' ", and accusations of cheating

you loved all you stuffed animals. you have always loved them. always making an effort to buy a new one whenever you can. all of your spare change going towards you addiction.

you loved them all equally, each one having a special place in your heart, making you soft for them. sometimes there is always one of these animals that make you melt just a little bit more then the others. and you know just which one makes you feel like that.

your koya plushie

its one of your absolute favorites. the looks of the plushie is unique to you. its light blue that has a teddy bear like shape with big ears that represents the bts leader, namjoon.

you've always loved everything pink, from your bed sheets to your pretty pink shoes. but the way the blue bear sticks out against the other white and pink bodies of stuffed animals makes you love it even more. it's so special to you.

but beside your love for the stuffed creature their is almost someone who loves it even more than you, and that's your boyfriend armin.

he loves that the light blue plushie almost has a stricking resemblance to him. the blue color being his favorite color. you like to think he got it for you so it can be a replacement for when he's not there.

which keeps you at ease. having a boyfriend that loves to buy you stuffed animals is probably you favorite part of being in a relationship, always coming home with a new one whenever he can. having them delivered when he's not home. the bed yall share now overflowing with them, armin ridding them to to the corner of the bed so you guys have room.

there are some downside of having a boyfriend like yours. your least favorite part of having a boyfriend is when you have to go to sleep alone and cold. only having the warmth of your beloved stuffed animals because they bring comfront to your lonelyness.

by yourself you can only think of the things armin is doing in the wee hours of the night. he always comes home late, only coming home to finally be at your side when your fast asleep and wake up to see him in all his glory.

you know he doing something, you can feel it your emotions running wild. why won't he come home and sleep next to you ? did you do something he didnt like ? you didn't understand why he wanted to live with you if you just going to be by yourself whenever bedtime comes around. he wont let you work, paying all the bills and spoiling you with all the money he has.

all the money in the world cant stop the doubt you have. the small amount of times he wakes you when he gets home, he comes to bed smelling like fresh soap and only boxers on his body clean of anything else. leaving you to wonder.

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you stomach sinks as you lay awake and wait for armin to get home, cuddling with you stuffed animals for much needed comfort waiting for his warmth to cover you back.

you body shaking as you know what you have to do and ask. a dreaded question making your shoulders tense as you lock your eyes with your beloved koya plushie making your lips quiver with a new wave of emotions, you feel sick to your stomach.

you hear rustling from the front door which makes your whole body clench up. seeing him makes the wait worth it. you have to at least talk to to him about how you feel before your feelings are too much for you to handle.

hearing the shower turn on as usual you just await for him to get under the sheets of your bed. pulling koya close to you starting to atleast feel better that he's home and ready to be next to you.

your almost in a dream like state when you finally hear your bedroom door softly open, your happy your back is facing the door as you tremble in anticipation for the questions but suddenly you feel your chest heaving like your about to cry, which you dont want to do. you want to be strong and not weak about this. feeling the bed sink with your boyfriends heavy weight.

you shaking with axienty of what has to be done. feeling his arms cirlce around your waist you feel him pull your back to his front his bare chest making contact with you. taking a deep breath he puts his face in the crease of your neck and face. breathing slow working his way on going into slumber.

with a last wave of anxiety you build up the courage to do what you need too. "armin" you mutter lowly already feeling you chest tighen, turning your body in bed towards his. you cant help but feel your eyse sting as you look at him slowly peak his eyes open ovbiously sleep almost drifting him away but when he sees the tears brimming your eyes he gets concerned. he has wide eyes already trying to console you

hands reaching to grab at yours shoulders as they almost shake "baby what's w-"

"are you cheating on me ?" you let the question sting in the air and looking at his eyes to make sure he see the hurt in your own. tears now running away from your eyes making you feel like you cant even complete what you want to say but you have too.

not even letting him get a word in you finish your sentence "because if you are just tell me now so i can leave and not waste-" bawling your eyes out the words barely coming out your mouth. your chest heaving heavy and making it hard for you to breathe. hyperveintlathing.

his eyes still wide as he look absoulty confused as to whats going on his hands on your shoulder squeezing just a little "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IM NOT CHEATING ON YOU, I LOVE YOU !!" the yelling makes you flinch as he never uses this tone with you. causing you to cry more the tears excess at this point, he uses his thumb to wipe the big tears that are flowing down your checks. replacing his hands with his arms around your shaking shoulders to pull you close to his bare chest letting his lips make contact with tears on each check moving quick to get in your good graces he needs you to be ok.

between each tear stain kiss he exposes his tounge to swipe even more tears away from your eyes. he expresses his love for you with each kiss and lick at your cheek. tears collecting on the big pink duvet blanket on top of you both.

"i love you baby" pecking the tears away from your left cheek, his lips having to do so much work at the consant flow of tears not giving him a break

" mmm i love you so much" he moves your head to side a little as he moves to the right cheek licking a long stride to take away the tears. his affirmations making your tears slowly stop but your chest still restrict with shallow breaths. making it hard for you to breathe you feel almost lightheaded.

hands still on either side of your face "sunshine, what makes you think i would ever cheat on the love on my life, i love you" his hands holding firmly looking at you with a new level of confusion.

you chest is tight as you try and get the words out "you always come home late at night" your hyperventilating now the tears coming back as the relived memories come back. "and you always come to bed out the shower, it's like your hiding something from me s-s-so i thought you were cheating on me" you move both your hands on your eyes covering long tears that continue to run

"no, no i just do that so you don't worry bout me, baby" he starts kissing each hand on your face "i've never told you what i do for work cause it very dangerous, you understand ?" he pets your head trying to calm you down you've always been a crybaby so he's used to it.

you don't know certain things to keep you safe. you don't know what armin does for work and that's for a reason. armin has a to-do list to complete before he leaves his hard day at work and that usually leaves him covered in blood from head to toe and of course his sweet baby can't see him like that. her innocent eyes don't need to see things like that

"do you understand, sweetheart ?" he looks at you shoulders shaking, eyes still covered. he slowly goes to move your shaking hands getting to look into your watering eyes waiting on a confirmation. "yes, i understand" the wide look in your eyes makes his heart waver just a little bit. "i'm sorry" you lips wobbling as the last effect of tears work on your body.

"it's ok sweetheart, i love you" arms so tight around he moves his lips to your wobbly ones to give your a wet peck. not stoping til you lips remain still. he pulls away waiting on your response

"i love you too" you pout wanting another kiss from him, moving your lips to latch onto his making sure to open your mouth a little to really make the kiss how you've grown to like them, sloppy. moving together in unison you feel him start to circle his arms tighter against you squishing you hard against him. he pulls away sucking on your bottom lip.

"i'm so sorry i made you feel like that" his big hands let you go a little bit, moving his hands to grab onto your waist, but then you feel him squeeze hard and look into your eyes with a dark look "but you know you can never leave me, right ?" you tense against him feeling his serious tone and tight grip through you whole body. he tried not to get so possessive but you just threaten to leave him he can't have that.

stomach sinking you almost scared of your boyfriend, the look he's giving you, you've never seen before "n-n-no of course not i was just upset" you start to kiss his face making sure your statement sounds serious to him "i'm sorry baby"

he looks at you suspicious "mmm im just making sure you know" face to face and noses touching "you can never leave, ok sweetheart ?"

he pushes your back against all your stuffed animals in the corner of the bed. he's always knows just what to do to make you forget. knows how to make you feel better. your back is elevated against all the fluffy creatures. he looks down at you eyes still puffy from just crying your eyes out. he moves to to put his body weight on you, heavy on you making you feel tingly around your whole body.

he moves his arms to keep his upper weight at least off your chest. his waist in between your legs his hardness pressing against your stomach. he bends his head down wrapping his tounge around yours. he makes open mouth kisses to your lips, both tongues moving together causing saliva to make its way onto both your lips moaning into the kisses.

you legs are quick to tightly wrap around him making sure to keep him secure. he pushes his hips to make the weight heavy in your pelvis. feeling a slow grind start feeling you panties barely creating a barrier as he feels everything you have to offer.

rolling his hips up he catches something that makes you jump into the messy kisses a high pitch moan coming out too. he feels you getting wetter he can feel it on the front of his boxers. finding the perfect tempo to start rolling your hips to make the bulge between his legs cause insane pleasure against you.

you pull away from his sloppy kiss and say what keeps him at ease "i'm so sorry baby i-i never want to leave you" his jaw clenching he grinds his hips harder at your apology. pressing down hard. he wants you to feel how his heart felt when you said you wanted to leave him "i'm-m-m sorry"

he moves one hand to cup your face "i know baby, i know" he moves to kiss your old tears that stain your face. his hips rolling deeply. all you can do is moan while looking into his eyes your movements fluent with each others.

your feeling hot to the touch, your pleasure making you almost break into a sweat "please armin i need you" your grabbing at his arms that keep him steadily above you. with wide eyes your lips shaking as you pout. "please, please" the steady pleasure making it hard to focus making you body clench up. your so tense he feels it.

"baby you gotta relax, you're working yourself up" he moves to hum the words against your neck. knowing this will calm you down. he sucks softly on the skin there sucking for so long he knows you'll be bruised. the light sucking kisses move from you neck to his sacred addiction.

your beautiful mounds of flesh that sit on your chest. you even know hes addicted, that why the tops you wear for bed always have room for him to get ahold of them. pulling the top down to release them, it makes him stop grinding making eye contact with the brown flesh with stars in his eyes.

you notice him settling his body weight on top of you allowing his hands to be free. you see them shaking reaching to cup your breast, something he does when gets overwhelmed, finally cupping them and letting the weight settle in his hands.

he marvels at them and squeezes hard he makes you moan loud. "ow min' that hurts" you pouting like always, this times he squeezed them softly loving the way they feel in his hands.

the softness making him bit his lip, he moves to pinch at you most sensitive part. he finds a way to squeeze this part of you everyday causing them to be extremely sensitive of the hard pinch he just gave them.

"your being rough" you bottom lip shaking again looking at him while he ignores you. moving to make kisses to your chest messing the most sensitive part and just preparing you for what he plans to do to them.

"mmm your perfect" even more kisses that he can't help but give to your breast, he starts to grind again "oh my god you're so perfect" he finally moves on the cherry on top. the peaks of your perfect nipple that he can't wait to get into his watering mouth.

just placing a kiss on each on one of them making it a nice wet kiss. the left breast catching his eye, putting the delicate nipple in his mouth he suctions his mouth and sucks with all his might swirling his tounge on top of it making you squirms in the hold of his hips.

"mmm it's feels so good" you grip onto the back of his head feeling your stomach tighten as you feel close to a release that feels so strong. you feel so sensitive especially with constant pleasure from your core pulsing and your chest tingling.

lapping at and sucking spit settling on your chest making puddles alternating each nipple you feel this type of fuzziness starting at the tip of your toes. feeling like electricity moving from your calf's and thighs. your legs start to shake causing you to clench up. it's becoming too much your hand reaching to push at the side of his stomach.

arching your back you feel the electricty moves up pass your pelvis into you stomach making it jerk "oh my god baby i feel it" you feel it bout to snap and then you feel armin bite down hard on your nipple causing you to scream out and for you to finally meet your release

"i-ii" you gush into your panties completely ruining them making them so wet it's almost uncomfortable. he's still grinding hard your hands gripping on his head of hair. he's not even slowing down you don't even get a chance to relax. "min' that's enough, i'm sensitive" he still sucking and biting.

"min' " your moaning loud. he stops his whole body rigid and he looks at you with dark eyes. lips still attach to your nipple. "stop trynna get away from , i'm not done yet" he bits down one last time and pulls his body up and looks down at you.

you sensitive breast at attention your tired eyes and your pussy clad in your ruined panties. he reaches to snatch your top off now impatient at your lack of nakedness. pulling your thighs towards him making you lay flat on your back.

he slowly rubbing your legs reaching the crock of your knee and pushing those pretty legs all the way back till you knees are in contact with bed. giving him a full view of everything he like. you shaking chest and your plump folds.

he is now face to face with the plumpness. admiring his hard work of grinding his hips. seeing the underwear stick there. he moves his face closer pressing your knees harder into the bed. nose coming in contact with your clit making him close his eyes he inhales all of your scent.

making his eyes roll into his head and his chest rumble with a groan. he loves the smell of you. pushing his face closer he does it again this time deeper groaning even louder. you watch him as he smells you wondering why this gets him so worked up. you never understood it but he loves it.

you jump when you feel him press him face deeper making his nose poke where you so swollen making your skin crawl with pleasure. he's making you feel so good. suddenly giving you a lick. licking your soaking panties the barrier between you two making you cry out for him to hurry. he knows he needs to he always give you what you need.

slowly moving to take off your lower clothing. loving the way the cloth still want to be attached to you your juices leaving strings as he pulls them off. with one last deep sniff he's throwing them across the room. he sits and marvels at your pretty pussy loving the way the brown skin glistened with your wetness. he moves to caress the lower lips slowly

this is what he fantasizes about while he chops bodies into itty bitty pieces. blood all over him and all he think about is your wettness. it consumes his mind. almost makes him have a crazy state of mind. just thinking about it.

your panting feeling him make contact with your wet skin waiting for his next move. he slides his hands to your buttocks rubbing them in circles and lifting you off of the bed a little. "you're so pretty" breathing against your juices. he moves your folds loving the sound it makes. soft and squishy. the sounds makes him grind against the bed loving the affect you have on him. "everything about you is so pretty" his mouth nearly touching your juices. he moans at the fiction he's created.

running his fingers up your folds to the thing you know you want him to get hold of. moving his fingers in a rough circle causing you to jump nearly off the bed at the treatment. "unt unt, be still baby" he puts your legs back into prison against the bed. knees shaking against the bed. you center feeling all the cool air.

his tounge sticks out to lick hard against you. your back coming off the bed. the way his tounge is licking is almost making your eyes cross. tongue flat and moving against your puffiness. massaging his light blonde locks at the pleasure he is giving you.

he likes the praise that your giving him makes him want to work harder for you. his lips suctioning hard and tongue flicking with purpose. making you legs shake in his strong hold causing your knees to vibrate against the sheets. "armin oh my g-" you move to push his head away. he sucks harder. why do you want him to stop if he making you feel so good ?

"sweetheart stop it" he speaks against your flesh. breathing hard against you. his grinding constant against the sheets allowing both of you to be breathless. he moves his tongue to your entrance lapping up all the juices that collect there as you pulse more out. it's so wet that he always has more to quench his thirst for you.

latching his mouth to your needy clit he swirls his tongue in ways that have you shaking so bad leaking more for him. "a-ahhhh i can't" it's too much for you to take this happening for the second time tonight making the burn in your stomach more intense then the first time. making your head lean back as you grab at his hair. and let a clear liquid spray into his mouth your eyes seeing darkness in the back of your head.

armin sucks your clit even harder as he release his gooey white cream into his boxers. everything is so messy, your pussy especially. the spraying liquid coating the bottom half of his face. panting against you while you both give yourself's a chance to calm down from your highs. he kiss your clit a couple more times loving how you moan tiredly every time he does.

he finally lets your legs go making whine while they cramp up. "oww they hurt min' " you legs shaking a little as you straighten them. he starts rubbing at them with his hands working out the knots in them.

he moves his body to lay on top of yours covering the blanket on top of both of you. he looks at your pretty face all worn out. he kisses you lips deeply letting you taste of your juices off his tongue. lapping each others tongues in unison "i love you i would never cheat on you and ill start coming home earlier, mmkay" he presses delicate kisses to that sweet face.

you move to push his boxers down wanting to sleep skin to skin even though both of you are covering in your own fluids. still wanting the feeling he pulls his boxers off letting his soft length lay against your wetness and his head in your neck.

chest to chest. your wrap you legs around him and prepare to go to sleep exhausted at the things that transpired tonight happy you finally got answers to your questions.

[namikawa]

— [the perfect host]

featuring: s. geto, s. gojo

cw: smut, implied threesome, cunnulingus, implied m/m, phone sex (?), daddy kink (ofc), established relationship (reader & gojo), fingering, fem reader, chubby reader, getting “caught” masturbating, use of the word cunt (sorry lol), aftercare, not proofread fr, anything else i forgot lolz, pet names (mama, baby, pretty, sweetheart, love). wc: n/a.

notes: this is actually a fic my friend wrote (never published) & i re did it with two diff characters & finished it for her cause she never did… so if yall like it GO TO HER BLOG ILL TAG HER. this wasn’t my og idea i just wrote the smut and tweaked & added. but enjoy pls, sorry i haven’t posted in so long life has beat me up. @nvmjccnluv !!!

“so explain to me why i’m watching her again, she seems completely capable of staying in your apartment alone yknow.” suguru questions over the phone. it’s not that he hates you, but what if he was busy? he wasn’t, but gojo didn’t need to know that, he didn’t even ask to be fair. quickly dropping you off after handing the long haired man a small bag of your things.

on the other end of the phone gojo lets out a huff of laughter. “had a few things to finish up, she gets too lonely when i leave her at home so i didn’t want her getting into things. you know how it is.”

“i actually don’t, but okay man.”

“anyway, she doesn’t like many people but she didn’t seem to mind you the last time we hung out, you seemed like a safe option.” gojo continues, sounding a bit strained.

“okay, whatever, fine.”

“where’s she at anyways? if she was with you she would’ve jumped your bones to get to the phone.”

walking toward the the closed door in the hallway, geto chuckles before reassuring his friend. “relax dude, she’s in the room taking a na- holy shit.”

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“what happened??”

the dark haired man places his ear on the door to make sure he’s not hallucinating, not saying that he’s hoping to be.

muffled moans greet his ears, but not muffled enough evidently. no, you wanted him to hear. he would have to pass by your room anyways, given that you two would be sharing a wall for the night. but him being on the phone with your boyfriend was just a coincidence, an extremely embarrassing one.

he listens to your soft whines and high pitched whimpers for what feels like days, though its hasn’t even been half a minute, paying no mind to the man yelling at him on the phone.

“SUGURU? ANSWER ME! IS SHE OKAY? I SWEAR IF SOMETHING HAPPE-” at this point geto tries to think as hard as possible to come up with a lie that won’t get him killed by his friend.

snapping out of his daze, he finally gets enough courage to respond, “yeah um i’m pretty sure, maybe i’m wrong, i think she’s uh masturbating.”

“oh, oh okay” suguru can basically hear a smirk he knows all to well forming on gojos mouth. “don’t be a rude host, go help her out man.”

what the fuck is he talking about help you out? he can’t be understanding that this is his girlfriend he’s talking about, right? on top of that, shouldn’t he be asking you for consent as well.

“are you insane man? i know you’re into all that weird shit, but her? she’d probably kill me before i even got close to the bed and throw my dead body out of my own apartment.” as nice as it sounds he didn’t know if you’d be okay with any of this. he wasn’t going to just walk straight in, right?

there’s a loud howl that comes directly from the other end of the phone. “are you really being this much of a pussy right now? i’m giving you full permission to go help my girl out, and you wanna whine about how she might kill y-”

“shut the hell up man, i didn’t say anything about being a pussy.”

“alright, then there shouldn’t be an issue with you helping her out. don’t sit up on your high horse and act like you haven’t thought about it before, i know just how those perverted thoughts of yours work, don’t you rememb-”

“okay okay shut up satoru, im going.”

pushing open the door, the first thing geto notices is your hand rubbing lightly between your soft thighs and how your wetness soaks the bed, clear evidence of how needy you were. how long have you been at it?

gojo can hear you so clearly over the phone, he might as well be in the room with you, “shit, is that her pussy i’m hearing? whats it look like?” he questions, but unfortunately for him he receives no answer.

suguru is too busy enjoying the view and listening to the pathetic little sounds coming from your cunt. his sweatpants are slowly starting to fit a little tighter than before, but he doesn’t make any movements yet, just in case you don’t wanna play this little game.

almost immediately your soft eyes flutter open and lock into his, and he swears he just came in his pants.

“sugi, please, it hurts so much,” you whine out to him, desperate for his veiny hands on you. your own hand never seems to falter though, only moving in more erratic circles around your sensitive clit; while your other hand is busy touching your nipples, trying to get the most stimulation possible.

knowing that you were just as needy for him as he was for you made the man’s confidence peak. he gives you a light smile as he walks closer to the bed, softly sitting down next to you. he leans over you a bit, close enough to where you can smell the minty, almost overpowering, scent of his shampoo. half his hair loosely tied up in a bun, the other half falling past his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“something wrong, pretty? those fingers not doing enough for you, right? don’t ‘cha wanna wait for your boyfriend to come back so he can help you out, he’s on the phone you know.”

his soft hands begin to work at your thighs, but it seems like it’ll never be any more than that. continuing for a little longer, he presses the speaker button on his phone, handing it over to you as you pull away from your core.

“can you hear me, sweetheart?” gojo asks, now finally getting some time to speak to you after being ignored for so long. “i gave sugi permission to help you out, okay? does that sound alright to you?” he utilizes the small nickname you’d given his friend, innocently coercing you to be good.

you give a small “mmm” in agreement. then, opening your legs, you grab at suguru’s hand and place it between your thighs, just barely touching your cunt.

gojo continues, smiling to himself on the other side of the device. “‘kay. i’m gonna talk you through it, just so i know you’re treating my girl right. take two of your fingers and stuff it inside of her, she’ll clench up at first but just keep working at it and she’ll open up, okay? maybe if you do good, you can have something too.”

geto lets out an annoyed breath, short, but just long enough for gojo to catch it. he knows what that means. what’s even stopping him from fucking you in first place? it’s not like gojo would know. but as he looks into your pleading eyes he realizes he’d do anything to make sure you’re content and happy.. even if that means listening to satoru’s perverted requests.

his fingers slide down to rub at your clit just a bit, before burying his pointer and ring finger deep into your cunt, you clench so tight around him, it makes him feel like he’s dreaming the way your teeth suck at your bottom lip attempting to hide your whines.

“cmon pretty, open up for me. promise i’ll make you feel good, okay?”

a throaty whimper slides from between your lips as geto’s fingers work you open. “‘s good sugi, please like that more.” you scoot down a little more, chasing his fingers to get even just a little more stimulation.

“next you’re gonna press on her clit, just a little though she’s a sensitive little thing.” gojo groans out, it’s obvious he’s taken a break from his work to focus on… other things.

“yeah yeah, i know how to use my fingers, asshole.” suguru voices, clearly annoyed. although, he still abides by the instructions and moves his thumb to press on your clit just a tiny bit. your back arches away from his fingers almost immediately, like a natural instinct, he grabs your plush hips with his other hand, pulling you back down. “nuh uh, c’mere sweet girl, you wanted my help you’re gonna get it.”

his delicate fingers curve upward into you and you feel as if you’re floating on cloud nine, the way he flicks them at just the right speed while managing to hold you down and deepen his movements. it’s all too much for him you.

the sound of gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his daze, “fuck, i gotta go suguru. i know you’ll take care of her. i’m gonna have to cut this shit short, i’ll try to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow morning. love you guys, love you baby, be good for sugi okay?” geto’s eyes immediately flicker to yours, and you see just a little bit of what you think could be fear, or excitement, in his eyes.

“bye daddy, love you too.” you whine out, hearing a quick click before the call ends.

“daddy?” he questions. “knew he was into some shit, didn’t know you were too, sweet girl. you’re too pretty and innocent, or at least you put up a good act.” his fingers slide out of you as he snickers, not ignoring the way you pout at the loss of stimuli.

“nah, not gonna leave you here all needy don’t worry mama, just gonna do it my way, that sound good to you?” geto grabs you by your hips as you choke out a small “yea”, pushing you closer to the headboard of the bed. he fully removes his hair tie and throws all of it up into a bun, swiftly grabbing your underwear and pulling it off.

you look down at him as he crawls closer to you on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs and closing them around his head. you feel his fingers spread your cunt apart, licking a long stripe onto you. your body tenses up, and on instinct your hand finds its way into suguru’s hair, tugging lightly. his head perks up at you, smiling, but eventually just deciding to leave you be.

his tongue swipes over your clit, taking small breaths occasionally as he tastes your cunt. neither one of you know who this is really for at this point. he’s supposed to be ‘helping you’ but with the tent growing in his sweats he might as well be doing this for his own pleasure instead. you continue to take harsh pulls at his dark strands, so unfamiliar to you. mostly with satoru you opted for scratching at his shoulders or gripping at the sheets due to the length he kept his hair, but this, this was something you could get used to.

“sugi please, m so close, want it so bad, need you to make me cum.” you cry out, loving the way his nose rubs against your clit as he licks.

he doesn’t say anything, he can’t really, but you know he understands. he grips your thighs tighter, licking the same way as before, occasionally sucking at your clit, and before you know it you’re squirming all over his face as that familiar feeling rushes over you.

the only thing that suguru could make out of your cries were “thank you”, “so good”, and “daddy”? he wasn’t sure if you were calling him daddy or if you wanted gojo, but at this point it didn’t really matter to him. he pleased you and that’s all he needed to make him feel better.

as he lifted his head up from your pussy he could already tell how tired you were getting, he immediately grabbed you a change of clothes that gojo had packed and cleaned you up with a wet washcloth. “everything okay, mama? need anything?” your eyes strain open and you smile at the man standing above you, “i’m okay, thank you for your help. will you stay?” you could tell that he genuinely cared for you, and was worried he had done something wrong by the tone in his voice. him staying was more for him rather than yourself, not that you were complaining.

he pulled off his shirt as he crawled into bed next to you. grabbing his phone from the bedside table he saw that gojo had sent him a message.

“i’ll take care of you both when i’m back, cause i’m betting you didn’t take anything for yourself. see you both soon ;)”

suguru chuckled to himself at the message from his friend, looking down at you peacefully sleeping on his chest. maybe he could get used to something like this? but for now, he’s content.

[thecynthh]

whipped cream - C.S

synopsis - y/n wants to give chris a good christmas present for working so hard this december.

notes - SMUT, food play, tied up, roughish..? dom!chris, 1849 words

a/n - MY FIRST SMUT PLS BE NICE ALSO I KNOW THIS IS LATE FOR CHRISTMAS BUT YALLS DESERVE A CHRIS FIC INSTEAD OF KEEPING THE MATT SHIT COMING (also i��m a virgin and has never kissed anyone and it’s been 18 years so don’t judge if anythings like wrong :P)

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i sat down on the kitchen table wearing nothing but a santa hat and a lovely red lingerie set. this year for chris's gift i was going to let him play with me a little and try something new.

i was gunna let him do whatever we wanted to me, so to get him started i sat down on the large rectangle dining table in the house he shared with his brothers. luckily they agreed to staying out of the house for a couple of hours while i "wrap presents" for all of them.

in reality chris was going to have as much fun as he would like with me. i toy with the cap of the fresh whipped cream can i've bought for this occasion opening it up and squirting some into my mouth.

chrissy 🦌

i'm heading home soon, can't wait to see you y/n/n

y/n/n 💞

please get home soon

*sent picture*

chrissy🦌

mamas u can’t do that to me i'm still on the road

the lock jingles and a tall, slender man walks through the door. "immmmmm homeeee" i hear chris call out.

"i'm in here babes!" i say putting down my phone after scrolling on his instagram for a bit after messaging him.

“woah-“ chris has seen me naked multiple times but he stopped in his tracks when his eyes met my body, they then trail down to the multitude of gumdrops, gummy bears as well as the can of whipped cream that lay idol next to me.

“i thought it would be nice to surprise you with a night that’s all about you. i know how hard you’ve been working on youtube and it’s only fair that i get you a good christmas present.” i saw swinging my legs underneath the table. he drops his keys and walks over to fit between my legs, pressing his growing hard on onto me. my santa hat falls behind me when he attacks me with his lips.

our lips connect with need and lust, his hand slides towards my scalp from my cheek while his long fingers grasp at my hair pulling his face away from mine.

“i think this is the best gift i could've gotten this year.” i simply reply by moaning lost without his lips on mine anymore. chris wraps my legs around him while my arm collects the sweets and whipped cream, he goes ahead on sucking on my neck while he guides us both to his bedroom.

i land onto his bed with a plop, removing the cap from the whipped cream and squirting a bit into my mouth while chris comes down and opens his mouth to get some too. swallowing the frothy cream chris rips his shirt off attempting to match my amount of bare skin, i see the stretchy waistband barely peeking out of his pants making the man in front of me even more appealing.

he comes back to the bed after stripping coming face to face with me again and begins to speak “hey mamas? can we maybe try something please?” i nod in reply. before i could reply he unclasped my bra and slid it off of me letting my breasts bounce freely.

my hand caresses his cheek, “i trust you, forever and always.” he copies me and nods in reply before he reaches in the top drawer of his dresser and pulls out a couple of bandanas. he holds one in his mouth and scoops me up putting me closer to the edge of his bed near the pole of his bed frame. straddling me he ties my hands to the bed frame with one of the bandannas and wraps one around my head covering my eyes.

“oohh i like this,” i say rubbing my thighs together feeling the slickness of my juices spilling out of me.

chris’ pov

the girl below me is absolutely stunning, i know exactly what i want from her. “okay, this might be a little cold, don't be scared.” i squirt a little bit of the cream onto her bare right nipple, she squirms a bit underneath the cold slightly arching her back. it compensate for the uncomfortable sensation i rub her clothed clit causing a moan to fall out of her mouth.

i copy what i did to her right nipple to the left, leaving two mounds of whipped cream on top of her nipples, i smile at my accomplishment. “mmh chris,” she says layed down pushing her hips into my hand trying gain any type of friction.

i become swift with the rest of the whipped cream that i wanted to paint her body with. i draw a small C and S with the cream on her stomach enclosing it with a heart, i admire my work and add two gumdrops as an addition to the mound of cream on her boob to represent her nipple.

i remove my hand that was simultaneously circling on her clit and replace it with my tongue, i taste the material of cloth that’s the only barrier between my girl and i.

she opens her mouth wide to moan in response to the contact to her pussy. seeing this, I take the opportunity to put more whipped cream in her mouth and drop a layer of gummy bears in her mouth. her moans are muffled and she refuses to close her mouth keeping the cream in the same place as i put it down in. i pull my mouth away from her and look to my right.

i pick up the polaroid camera and my phone from the bedside table, first snapping a picture on the polaroid camera from an upwards angle showing off the wet spot on her clothes pussy and my work of art on her body. whipped cream filled her mouth and the bandanna still covered her eyes. i pull out the single film from the top of the camera and leave it on the bedside table.

my phone flashes and snaps as i take more pictures from separate angles taken in the scene i’ve made infront of me. once i’m finished i say “okay ma, you did such a good job. you ready to feel good?” a needy groan comes from her mouth.

i come over to her face and lick out all of the gummy bears and most of the cream that decorate her mouth, chewing and swallowing before i go back in. instead of taking out the cream i let it dissolve between our mouths as we kiss and i explore her mouth.

i pull back from her mouth and leave a trail of kisses down to her left boob. i lick around it, taking my time before heading straight into the pile of cream, she shrieks out of the sudden pleasure and arches her back pushing more of her breast into my mouth, i groan at the sudden choking feeling in my mouth.

i pull back and leave her boob with a pop, i move quickly to the other side of her chest giving the second one as much attention as the first. “uhhhhg chris, fuccckk” she’s whimpering and moaning while i touch her.

moving to her stomach i lick the sweet cream off leaving a trail of my drool on her still. i finally give her pussy the well deserved recognition and attention after finishing the letters i drew on to her.

i give it one more kiss before pulling down her panties, a string over arousal connects the fabric and her pussy. i spend no time connecting my mouth to her clit, sucking and licking. i put my fingers to good use and began to tease her dripping hole.

“please chris..” y/n sounds so good when she’s begging for me.

without warning her i plunge my fingers into her hole and start to work my way in and out, fast. the sound of her moaning my name and my fingers slide in and out of her echo through my heart. “i-i’m close please don’t stop,” i listen to her and give her clit a small smack with my other hand causing her to squirt on my fingers and face.

“holy fuck chris,” she says panting attempting to catch her breath. “can i please be untied and take off the blindfold i need to see you.” she says between the sweet sound of her erotic noises.

“of course you can, you deserve it after being such a good girl.” i lean back to get off the bed so i can take off my bottoms and untie her. i slide my boxers and sweats down when i stood up and then move back to the bed to untie the bandannas first from her hands then her face, a few tears streamed down the side of her face while she was laying down. i pull her up to face me.

“you think you’re okay for me to keep going?” i saw looking at her with full sincerity.

“mhm, i’m okay” she tells me nodding her head while she does. i collect a few pillows and push her head down to it face first in front of the mirror.

“all fours, ass up. i wanna see you through the mirror while i fuck you.” i say into her ear, she shivers when she hears me.

she obeys my wishes and i line up right behind her, i move my hips burying myself deep into her needy cunt groaning at the contact we both longed for.

i begin to move, sliding myself in and out, “holy shit, chris.” i pick up the pace leaning forward to reach y/n’s hair scrunching it in my hand. i pull her head up so she can see us through the mirror, her mouth is gaping open, making delicious sounds each time i pound into her, again and again.

“fuck y/n! you're so tight!” my other hand finds a place on her hips helping me slide in and out. “keep your eyes open babe, look at me fuck you.” i say in a demanding tone.

her legs begin to shake and her face contorts, she yells “chris!-“ that’s all i hear before her juices come flowing onto my cock. my thrusts get sloppy and my speed slows down a bit while i chase my high. it comes not too long after y/n’s

i push myself deep into her cumming with such force. my head hangs back while i slowly guide myself and her through our highs. i pull out and collapsed beside her, my chest heaving trying to catch my breath. i look over to y/n and she stays still with a fucked out expression on her face with tears stained onto her cheeks.

“are you alright ma?” she gives me a small smile and nods. “that was the best present ever, thank you.”

“of course, i’m glad you enjoyed it. now let’s go shower and go to bed, if i can even stand.” she chuckles at the reality of things.

“i’m sorry,” i say kissing her forehead and help her get up and head to the bathroom.

a/n - this is prolly shit 🫣

[suckthatskittlebiiitch]

Date Night pairing: Jake Lockley x Black Reader warnings: Smut, small mention of eye gauging??? idk lol

A/N: yall this is my first fic please be gentle with me! i suck at writing tbh but i have ideas and they need to be PUT OUT THERE!! Enjoy!!

Friday was your favorite day of the week, why? because its date night. After the shitty week you've had at the museum giving tours to folks who didn't really pay much attention, donna being well...donna this was something you looked forward to each week.

Tonight was jake's turn to take you out on the town to a really nice Italian restaurant which was surprising since who the hell knew jake would be into that. "Mi Amor I am full of secrets and surprises" He told you while caressing your cheek then giving you the softest kiss on the lips followed by a slap on the ass (yup there he is). The date was going perfect; wine was flowing, good conversation and even a little PDA courtesy of jake who just couldn't keep his hands off you. His fingers slowly slid up and down your leg under the table sometimes it would go up your thigh getting closer and closer to your core, then he'd pull away and give a sinful smirk.

"Your such a tease jake! damn why you gotta be like that to meee" you whined the last word which made him chuckle. "Because watching you squirm and whine makes my dick hard" You slapped his shoulder playfully and giggled. The waiter made his way over to clear some of your plates off the table.

And get a small peek at your cleavage that the dress your wearing was showing. You of course didn't catch it but Jake saw this, jake sees just about everything since he had a habit of scanning the area when going somewhere. "You looking at my woman's tits?!" Before you could asked jake grabbed a fork stood up, grabbed the poor man buy his tie and slammed him on the table the fork inches away from being shoved into the man's eye. "JAKE NO!" you screamed before scrambling to get your boyfriend off him. "please no i'm sorry!! dont kill me!" A hole could just swallow you up right now as everyone was staring at you three in horror.

Jake kicked open the door to your shared apartment still going on a rant. Some in English but most in Spanish. "Jake what the fuck you cant be doing that that was so fucking embarrassing!" You sighed heavily then moved to start your nightly skincare routine. "you are my woman!! no man should look at you like that! i should've gauged out his stupid fucking eyes and threw them away!" he paced back and forth in the living room seething, even marc and steven couldn't calm him down. Jake noticed you in the bedroom taking off your dress, it fell to your feet so now the only thing on you was the matching pink/white bra and thong. You didn't notice he was behind you until he turned you around to face him. "Jake wh-" he kissed you hard and gripped your hips pulling you flush against his body. You could feel his straining hard on in his jeans.

"Eres mi mujer, mi esposa." his voice was deep and sultry. You simply nodded already in a small daze from the kiss.

"I'm going to fuck you now. Say yes Papi" the look he gave you let you know it was an order rather than a request. "Y-yes papi"

"O-oh fuck yeeEEEESS!!" you squealed as you gripped the satin sheets tighter. jake was between your legs showing you a whole new world with his tongue. One leg was thrown over his shoulder the other stretched out and pinned by his arm. He slid two fingers deep into your wet heat, finger fucking you while sucking on your clit. "Cum for me hermosa give me what i want." He moved in and out of your cunt faster till you squirted on his face. "Daddy yeees!! oh ..oh my god baby pl-please.." you panted heavily and put a hand on your face. Jake licked his way up your body, gripped one of your boobs and kissed you deeply.

"such a good girl for me.. yes you are..my good girl.. daddy's not done yet" he growled as he flipped you over onto your stomach, slapped your ass a good 3 times before straddling your legs and slid himself deep into your pussy. "God so fucking tight...tightest pussy just for me huh? all mine?" he grabbed a fistful of hair to yank your head up. "Y-yes baby all y-y-yours" you whined out. Jake began a giving you deep slow strokes, pulling out just a little then pushing back inside. the rhythm picked up causing an obscene sound of skin again skin slapping together loudly. It began to get so much you found yourself trying to run from the dick.

"oh daddy!! wait! its.. oh fuck its to much!! i cant take iiiitt" you moan loudly and crawled little by little toward the edge of the bed getting just close enough to grip it. Jake sees this and follows you slightly as he never broke his stride. "Don't you run from me! take this dick!" he gripped your hips tightly pulling you back to him. Jake gripped you by your jaw and squeezed tightly and whispered the nastiest things in your ear most of it was in Spanish. that familiar feeling bubbled in your stomach as a second more powerful orgasm was coming. The way your pussy clenched him he knew it too. "Cum on my dick mami give. me. that. pussy." each word was punctuated with a deep thrust.

Once again you squirted with a squeal, making a bigger mess on the bed jake followed suit as he filled your pussy to the brim with his cum. "such a good girl" He kissed your cheek making his way down to your jaw, neck then ended with your lips. You were a panting mess with him. Jake sat up to slowly pull out of you, seeing some cum spill out he pushed it back inside you making you shudder. Jake pulled you against his chest with an arm around your waist and kissed your equally sweaty head.

"did you have a good date night?" he chuckled "well other than being an almost witness to a murder. Yes good date night" Jake chuckled as he kissed your forehead again.

"There's always next time" he muttered.

[writingmochi]

ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｅｒｆａｃｅ．．．

you have reached year 1

lissie: hello from space and time! if you don't know who i am, i am the owner (aka flight director) and writer of the blog and this post is in celebration of the one-year anniversary of me creating stories and posting them here. i don't think i can't express the gratitude i have for everyone who has read my works, silently or with feedback, and all the people i have interacted with here. so this is a recap for me and maybe for new visitors that come to know what has happened on this blog.

p.s. yes, the anniversary of this blog is enhypen's jake's birthday because my first work was released for his birthday.

let's get to it!

all research done (read: works written and released)

a story of two broken hearts | enhypen's jake (9.5k [novellete])

time wave | txt's yeonjun (8 chapters; 72.8k [novel])

smirch episode 1: heeseung | enhypen's heeseung (25.7k [novella])

crossroads | enhypen's jay (39.3k [novella])

ashen | txt's beomgyu (18.7k [novella])

total: 12 works (8 chaptered series, 4 oneshots) and 166k words written

all the navigators connected (read: mutuals)

@kookthief

how are you doing, ellie? hope you have a very nice day whenever and wherever you read this message!

@orpheyeux (via @ujunxverse)

camille! it’s sad to see you go and enhablr losing a great writer but it has been an enjoyable time to discuss with you about your stories (though i haven’t read all of them :( ). hope you enjoy life cause it seems that you are and i hope you’ll succeed with all your endeavors, especially with your zine and college !!

@euphor1a

hi aleyna! how are you doing these days? hope you’ll have a fantastic day/night and you can reach out to me whenever you want 💕

@heartandfangs

P! idk if you’re online or not but if you do, how are you?? hope you’re doing a-okay :D though i miss your writing but pls take your time!

@jeongwins

lin i swear i still reread you review for crossroads asdfghjkl sad to know that life is hectic for you but i’m giving you my energy! i’ve also seen that’s you posted your wip and i’m sure i’m gonna read it! take your time and hope you have a great day!

@s-ngh8n (via @s-ngh8n-main)

lemon! losing passion is normal and i really don’t mind if you decide to stop altogether. hope you have a fine day seeing as you’re opening new chapters in life <3

@boba-beom

hey smiles! don’t worry uni is also as hectic for me (a month before finals asdfghjk). with that said, take your time and have a nice day :D

@dim-sun

hi zu!! so excited to see a new writer coming (no pressure though) + i’m also sad about treasure :( take your time and enjoy the process, i swear you won’t regret it! have a great day!

director's journal entries (read: all the rants i have thought out the past year. some are genuine, some are sarcastic):

is it normal to have such a parasocial relationship with a mutual because you're excited to talk to them but they don't seem to care for you? just me? okay

yall are very dirty istg! i even block some of yall who literally thirst for them irl cuz i felt so uncomfy. i'm currently hiding behind the fictional story blanket

bruh it would be so embarrassing to know that your idols lurk here (esp related to the previous entry)

as much as i love my followers, pls interact with me... i felt like i'm talking to a void if i post anything other than a fic

the discourse istg yall are petty

ignore them. don't be a boot licker. they'll ignore you anyways

as much as i love tropes, can we get more stories that innovate on those tropes??

the difference in the number of notes between a smut fic and non-smut fic asdfghjkl all of yall's hormones are shaking

hey! i'm happy to see that the ratio between written fic and smau are decreasing from time to time (love smau but as someone who doesn't use the main social medias other than youtube, i'm out of touch)

a gray asexual's note to a great smut fic at tumblr dot com: 1.smut fic whose smut isn't the main part of the fic (give me substance, give me a story, give me LORE!) 2.let it be realistic, let the reader be tired after being obliterated all night (they're hurting outside and inside genuinely) 3.we can see how horny you are for the idol based on how you write your fic. you can chill down and let the story flow~

i'm freaking jealous w/ writers who have high interaction. i wanna have one myself but for it to be genuine so i don't have to be a pretentious ass/attention seeker

as much as i understand the amount of writers who hates empty blogs (aka w/o pfp or name), if they interact w/ your fics then there is a human behind it (unless it's a p*rn bot than f u)… hmm but maybe it’s just be me thinking positively…

notable moments from the past year

blogs open!

joining @indigoseasons as a writer

reaching 100!

first series ever (time wave) complete!

what’s next?

lissie: well, of course i’m going to write the ones in my wips post and even though i have some that has been pulled out from the list, it doesn’t mean that i will not write them. it will move to the back of my wips instead.

i also have a plan to create a kpop ff recommendation and writer’s club blog. the climate of kpop ff writing and reading in general has been too serious (imo) so i want to create that blog with the emphasis of the fun of writing a story and reading a story. so, stay tune to that!

lissie: with all of that said, i cannot thank all of you enough for the support, the kind words, the criticism. cheers!

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

[clonecaptains]

kept promises

a fives x f!reader fic~ 

word count: 4k

rating: m - for mild smut 

summary: fives aims to keep his promise to marry you when the war is over. but things get complicated when he’s been shot. this is my fix it fic where fives doesn’t die :) pls enjoy

a/n: fives is the loml and ive been wanting to write about him for so long~~ i hope yall like this!! comments are appreciated!! 

A loud knock on your apartment door stirs you from your sleep. You weren’t resting well anyways, but the bang on the door startles you. You push the covers back and feeling disoriented you rush for the front door. You fear something is wrong because who would be banging on your door at this hour. If Fives was coming home, he wouldn’t knock. He knows the entry code, it’s his place too.

You push the button, and the door opens with a hiss. You’re greeted with the sight of Rex and Jesse standing in your doorway. It’s always nice to see them, but from the looks on their faces it’s not going to be a pleasant visit.

Your face falls and you feel ill.

Fives.

“Is he alive?” you feel tears well up in your eyes and you reach for Rex. His eyes are sad, he carries a weight on him, and you know it.

“For now,” Rex winces to tell you the truth. “He’s been shot.”

Your hand flies to your mouth and Jesse reaches out to touch a hand to your arm.

“We came to get you to take you to him,” Jesse tries to speak as gently as possible.

“You need to pack a bag,” Rex puts his hand on your shoulder. “I can’t tell you why, but you need to hurry. There’s more to this than we can say right now.”

You nod and move aside so the boys can come in.

“Rex? Can you get some things you think Fives might need?” you ask him, you’re not entirely sure of the situation and he nods disappearing back into the bedroom you share with Fives. You yourself grab a bag and begin to stuff random clothing items in it, unsure of what you’ll even need.

This is more your place than Fives, he’s working constantly and only comes once in awhile when he has rare time off. But you have nothing here that really matters to you. What matters is him.

Your bag is stuffed full, and you’re flustered bringing it into the living area. A thin lacy pair of underwear hangs from the top, and Jesse quirks a brow.

“Packing the essentials?” he teases. “Has he seen you in that?”

“No, as a matter of fact he hasn’t,” your face warms and you shove it deeper into your bag and zip it tight.

“Jesse,” Rex’s voice is stern. He might have smiled before, but not now. “We need to go.”

Rex shoulders the bag packed for Fives, and Jesse takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder casually. You follow the boys, and your door closes behind you for the last time.

“Where are we going?” you ask, keeping up with their long strides.

“Can’t tell you,” Rex nods in the direction of a small ship outside your place. You follow them on board and Jesse is quick to get the ship into the atmosphere. He punches in the coordinates and before you know it, you’re off Coruscant headed out into space.

Rex sits down in front of you, and you feel queasy. You know he’s about to tell you something difficult and you’re not ready to hear it.

“You know when Fives sets his mind to something he won’t stop,” Rex smiles softly at that, knowing his brother’s determination. You smile too but a tear falls down your cheek. “He got into something he shouldn’t have, and he was shot for it. We took him off Coruscant for his own protection, and our own. If anyone were to find out about this, we could be in serious trouble.”

You nod. You won’t say a word.

“Besides Jesse and I, Kix is the only one who knows. He’s with Fives now. Get some rest, it’ll be hard to see him when we arrive,” he nods.

You nod back and take his advice. You try and sleep but to no avail. You do lie still and try to prepare yourself for what you’re about to see.

The ship exiting hyperspace stirs you before Rex comes to get you. He’s quiet and patient while you sigh heavily, knowing you’re about to see him.

The planet you land on is one you’re unfamiliar with but it’s beautiful. Trees and mountains fill your sight. The boys take your bags and lead you to a humble little house nestled in some trees near a small pond.

Rex goes in first, and Jesse waits outside with you. Just in case something has happened. They don’t say that, but you know that’s why.

Rex opens the door back up and gives you both a small nod that it’s ok. Jesse puts his hand on your lower back and walks with you into the little house.

It’s a comfortable space, and you’re greeted with Kix as soon as you walk in. He gives you a soft smile and a nod, telling you that it’s ok.

“He’s in the back,” Kix tells you and the boys let you walk into the bedroom alone to see Fives.

In a cozy bedroom, Fives is laying out on the bed on his back. He’s hooked up to a number of machines. You’d seen a medical droid in the living area with Kix, so you know he’s in good hands. But it still breaks your heart to see him like this.

His head has been shaved, and there’s a cut on the right side of his head. It’s been patched up, but you can still see some old blood that seeped through the bandage. He’s shirtless and there’s a bandage wrapped around his chest from where you can only assume is the blaster injury.

You reach for him and touch his shoulder. Then you stroke his cheek with the back of your finger. You place a tender kiss on his forehead before you lay down on the bed next to him. Careful of everything he’s hooked up to, you rest your head on his shoulder.

You fall asleep there and you don’t know how long you stay there with him. It’s Fives who wakes you. His body stirs and you gasp softly sitting up. His eyes open, you can tell he’s exhausted. Even the rich tones of his skin seem paler. But he smiles when he sees you. His hand reaches up to cup your face and he mumbles a mando’a pet name.

He falls back asleep, and you feel tears well up in your eyes again. Just a brief glimmer of the life in his eyes is enough to bring you joy and sorrow.

You think about when you first knew him. How you and your friends would go to 79’s and they would try to push you in Fives’ direction. How if he ever looked your way you’d look away and avoid his gaze. You did this for weeks. Then he’d leave for a mission, and you wouldn’t see him for months.

Before too long, he approached you. And it was his brothers teasing him. Daring him to talk to you and howling when you agreed to go out with him.

You sniffle softly with a smile at the memory of when you kissed him on the cheek, and he was quick to put his helmet on to hide his flustered face.

The boys would tell you later that you were the first person Fives was interested in that made him act like this. Usually he was smoother, more charismatic with charm. But with you? Brain dead. Just as flustered as you.

That was months ago. But it feels like a lifetime ago. He made a promise to you before his last mission that when the war was over, he’d settle down and marry you. He said this a few weeks back before he left. And now here he is, laying on a bed recovering from being shot.

You sit up and press a kiss to his lips before you climb off the bed. You’re hurting and you need some air. And you think it’s wise to tell Kix that Fives woke for a moment.

“Rex?” you whisper, and he’s quick to stand when you speak his name. “Will you walk with me while I get some air?”

You don’t want to be alone right now. Especially not on this strange new planet. And you trust Rex with your life. You don’t know this, but Fives made Rex promise to keep an eye on you if something ever happened.

Rex is right behind you when you step outside. You breathe deeply and he does too. You can’t imagine it’s ever easy seeing one of your brothers hurt like this.

The two of you begin to explore and walk quietly together.

“Fives is a good man. One of the best I know. He’ll make a good husband I think,” Rex smiles offering you his blessing.

“He told you?” your face warms at the thought of him talking about you.

Rex chuckles, “we always knew in the barracks that night if he had a date with you. He wouldn’t shut up. He told me months ago he wanted to marry you.”

You cover your smile with your hand, and Rex smiles seeing the affection on your face.

“Seeing our brothers find joy in this war is a gift. And you have been a true joy to him.”

You spend the rest of the walk in silence. Enjoying the sound of the wind in the trees. It’s peaceful. You see a few animals and some homes nearby. It’s good to know you aren’t truly alone out here.

You can only assume the boys will pack up and leave- no matter the outcome.

But then Rex gets an unexpected message that they are needed. They have to pack up that night. Kix runs you through everything you need to know about what you can do to help. He’ll leave the medical droid there with you to help as best it can.

You can’t help the tears that fall when the boys get ready to leave.

You give each one a hug and a kiss on his cheek. Thanking them for what they’ve done for you and for Fives.

Rex hugs you a little tighter than the rest, and you know he hates to leave you here alone. Kix feels a pang of guilt leaving Fives too, but none of them are even supposed to be here. Kix has already reported Fives as KIA to keep the both of you safe, but it’s hard to leave.

Then it’s quiet. It’s just you and Fives and a droid. Fives is still resting, and the droid is checking his vitals. Based on what Kix told you, Fives sustained a couple broken ribs from the shot. He should be fine, but it will take time to fully heal, and he will be sore.

That’s how you spend the next couple weeks. Fives slowly starts to heal and he’s able to get on his feet. You take walks when he feels like it, and you learn about each other. For the first time in a long time, you have time to spend together. Getting to share meals and stories and watching silly videos on the holonet.

You even find out about the end of the war when you’re here. The turn of the tide. That there’s an empire now. Fives has a hard time that day. Feeling betrayed, knowing he was right. Pain eating him up inside knowing many of his brothers are out there fighting something in their head they can’t stop. The lives that have been lost. Even the Jedi.

He’s quiet for a few days then. Trying to rationalize what it all means. And where he fits in in this galaxy.

When he comes to bed that night, you know he’s haunted.

“Take it easy my love,” you kiss his temple. His hair is starting to grow back and it’s soft to the touch. You smile at being so close to him. You’ve shared a bed with him for the last few weeks, and even before when you lived on Coruscant. But you’d yet to be intimate with him.

You’d never been intimate with anyone at all. And you know the day will soon come that Fives will be your first. And hopefully your only.

“I can’t believe the war is over,” he says gently pulling you into his arms. It’s less and less painful now to hold you. He kisses your stern brow. “And I made you a promise,” he grins.

You’ve thought about that promise every day. Especially when you thought you might lose him. But now it’s even stronger sharing a bed and all your time with him. He’s so close to you. You can feel his warmth and smell his skin. The soft touch of his lips on yours before bed.

When your relationship was new you told him you wanted him. And he told you the same. But you made an agreement to wait until after the war. You can’t really remember why now. Because when you thought you lost him, all you could think about was the moments that might have been lost. Or the regret.

But now that he’s safe, and the war for him is over – you’re glad you chose this. There’s no urgency. And you both know that once he heals, you’ll take that final step together.

And it’s getting closer. A growing feeling in the pit of your belly tells you. Fives is able to do most things now. He had difficulty staying in bed. Staying still. He wanted to get up and move. He thrives off the day-to-day chores around the house and taking care of their land that you’re not sure how Rex even got ahold of.

You woke yesterday morning in Fives arms and his hard length pressing against you. He was just as flustered as you were, but you saw the flame of desire in his eyes. And that flame licked your body all over. You were tired of waiting, but now you had to for him to heal. You would feel terrible if something happened to him for the sake of pleasure. But you could only imagine his wry chuckle in saying he wouldn’t mind at all.

“Fives?” you call to your lover this afternoon out the window. He’s in the back tending to the garden that has begun to grow. He perks his head up at the sound of your voice and he smiles warmly. With his forearm, he wipes sweat off his brow and joins you inside. “How are you feeling my love?” you ask him after he gives you a kiss. You taste the salt from his sweat and you’re aching. You need him. Now.

He knows you, and your looks. He knows what this means.

“Good enough to keep my promise,” he gives a little wink and pulls off his sweaty shirt. He only grunts a little from the movement, but it’s nothing major. You giggle at his eagerness but then feel your knees buckle at the sight of his sweaty chest. Dark hair is dusted lightly over his pecs and lead down to his waistband.

“Fives,” you moan and touch his skin. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless or touched him like this. But it feels different now. There’s a scar and a slight yellowing from his bruise almost done healing.

He reaches for the hem of your shirt when there’s a quiet knock on the door.

Fives laughs because you’ve been alone for weeks and now there’s a knock at this moment.

“Who is it?” Fives calls and Rex answers. You both light up at the sound of his voice, and Fives runs to open the front door for him.

Rex looks exhausted. He has a cut on his head in the same place Fives does. And he wears a tan poncho over his armor. Any humor about the moment has gone when Rex sees Fives and hugs him tight.

Something in you tells you that Rex has lost too many brothers over the last few weeks. And seeing Fives alive is a peace he needed.

“I came to check on the two of you,” he tells you finally. “But I seemed to have interrupted you,” he almost looks shy.

“Actually,” Fives stops and looks at you for a moment with a smile. “You might be just the man we need.”

Fives disappears into the bedroom. You and Rex exchange looks as you hear Fives clattering around. He emerges moments later in full armor. There’s a blast mark on his chest plate and you try not to look at it but it’s the thing on everyone’s mind.

“Why did you put this on?” you ask him touching his shoulder. You love how broad he looks in his armor, and you lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek. You love him so much and it’s hitting you hard seeing him in this armor. Just how you could have lost him and yet here he stands.

“Rex? Wanna marry us? Can you do that?”

Rex smiles bigger than you’ve ever seen, and no one really cares if he can legally or not. You’ve been married to Fives for a long time as far as you’re concerned.

“Well wait, I want to look nice too,” you stop and head to your room to put something else on. You choose one of the nicer things you brought with you when you were scrambling to pack all those weeks ago. You put it on and feel giddy with love.

Fives offers you his arm when you come out, and he leads you outside into the quiet of the woods. He takes your hands in his and Rex stands with the two of you.

“You know, I’ve never actually been to a wedding before,” Rex chuckles, getting a loud laugh from Fives. “Fives,” Rex speaks his brother’s name, and Fives stands at attention. “The Republic has fallen. We live in the times of the Empire now. You’ll always be a soldier but this time – your duty is to this one in front of you. Promise me, yourself, but most importantly to your riduur  that you will protect and love with all that you have. I know you will. But it’s an order Fives.”

Rex smiles, and Fives gives a nod. He squeezes your hands, and you know he will keep his promise.

Then Rex looks to you. His eyes are gentle.

“You have been given a gift. And that’s the love of my brother. I know him better than anyone, and I know how much he loves you. I know he would do anything for you. Because I know I would if I were in his shoes. I’m trusting you to look out for him. Protect his heart. I know you have, and I trust you with him.”

By now you have tears in your eyes. But it’s more than just from love- it’s knowing that you have Rex’s trust. He’s one of the best men that you know.

Rex pauses, and steps back a moment. And Fives takes that opportunity to cup your face in his hands and kiss you deeply. Then he presses his forehead to yours and if only you knew then what the gesture meant to him and Rex.

When you part, you reach for Rex and give him another hug and kiss on his cheek.

“I owe you everything,” you tell him, and his brow is stern even with his small smile.

Fives then grabs Rex in an even bigger hug and kisses him loudly on the cheek. They touch foreheads and then Fives laughs shoving Rex on the shoulder telling him to get lost.

“We have things to do,” Fives laughs again, and Rex can only roll his eyes with amusement.

“Stay safe, I’ll contact you if I need you again,” Rex tells you both and with that he’s gone.

The moment Rex is out of sight, Fives grabs you. His hands are on your hips digging into your skin and his lips are on yours. He’s already moaning into you as he backs you into the house.

He knows that you’ve never been with anyone, and it makes him even more hungry to touch you. He’s eager and excited and between his kisses and tugging off your clothes, he makes sure every action is alright.

He’s so excited that he forgets to undress himself, and he has you naked in front of him while he stands in full armor.

“Fives,” you feel shy and tempted to cover yourself while he stands proud in his armor.

“Oh, right,” he chuckles and begins to take off his armor piece by piece. You help him in between kisses, and he sneaks little butt grabs and smacks while he can. He gets distracted easily by the sway of your breasts as you move, and he squeezes them until you squeak.

When he’s free of his armor and blacks and everything else, he tips you back onto the bed and kisses you all over. Every bit of you that he can kiss, he does. His goatee tickles and you tug on his hair even though it’s still really short.

He finds himself between your legs and he takes his time. Going back and forth between his mouth and his hands until you’re crying out his name. He’s almost too rough in his eagerness and you gasp and giggle pushing him off you. You could cry, you’ve never been wanted so much in your life.

“Sorry,” he presses a kiss to your thigh. “You taste so good,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Don’t be,” you feel warm, “I just want more from other parts of you,” you giggle when he raises an eyebrow.

He slides up your body and delves his tongue into your mouth and squeezes your breast again as he lines up with your entrance. He’s slow moving inside and you cry out in his kiss. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you tell him to wait.

He’s patient and kisses you while you adjust to him. But you can tell he’s ready to move. He grunts and his abs tighten, and he can’t help the wince that escapes his lips.

“Do we need to stop?” you ask him, your voice full of concern.

“No,” he shudders when he pushes in a little deeper. “I need you mesh’la.”

He focuses on feeling the pleasure of it and making sure you feel your pleasure. When you arch your back and press your chest to his, something about the action sends him over and he cries out in your ear as he spills inside of you.

He whispers another apology but you’re moaning and gasp when you feel his thumb press where you need him most. You find your release with a whine.

He pulls out of you but stays on you. He slides down a little and rests his head on your chest. His face nestled between your breasts and his ear can hear your heartbeat pound.

“Happy?” you giggle scratching his head as he nuzzles your breast.

“Happier than I’ve ever been. Are you?” he looks up at you, resting his chin on your sternum.

You nod and scratch his back then his scalp. “I’ve never been so happy in my life. I love you baby,” you tell him.

“I love you cyare,” he mumbles kissing your sternum before laying back down.

You don’t know if he’s thinking the same thing, you are. But all you can think about is how a few weeks ago you were laying in this bed with him hoping he would get up. Hoping he would move. Praying he was alive.

Now that you have him in your arms, you’ve never been more thankful he’s alive. But in this case, you don’t want him to move. He feels too good.

He can feel your heartbeat, and you can feel his warmth. The life is in him again and you truly have never been happier to have him alive. Heart pounding and life in his veins, and that fire of love in his eyes.

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fic writer ao3 questionnaire thingy

tagged by @bearlytolerant and @ejunkiet for this 💙 thx buddies

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

37

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

79,572

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

these are all solavellan which I guess is not surprising... but to be fair, my mass effect fics just missed the cut

three (modern!au WIP that could technically be finished where I left it but needs a rewrite bc i started it before i learned how to make more thoughtful choices)

nothing on my tongue (collection of playlist-inspired <500 word vignettes that sort of work as a whole story)

awake, alive (two-shot ? about not-kissing in the rain. *smacks the roof* this bad boy can fit so much romantic and sexual tension in it)

the naughty list (a very smutty christmas fic, and another two-shot)

waking up (post-trespasser prompt fill about kissin your not-ex-boyfriend to help him see how dumb he's being)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, I do. commenting can be intimidating when you don't know the writer, so in that case it feels disrespectful not to even acknowledge the effort. same with extensive comments. and oftentimes the commenter brings up questions or points out interesting moments that you can then have mo re of a conversation about.

honestly comments aren't about the compliments (though those are always nice to hear), they're about the connection. I wrote this, you read it. we both want to feel seen. consider my response an acknowledgement of our connection.

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

principles, which is just a one-shot so the whole thing is angsty, but it definitely ends even less happily than nomt...

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

probably three, but since the last chapter is technically not the ending... I think to the water (smutty dragon age OCxOC indulgence) takes it! it is also, coincidentally, some of my tightest writing.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written?

i do not. i don't generally love reading or writing them tbh

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

nope, but there's always tomorrow!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i sure do, but uh what kind? the um... the quick and snappy kind where you hope to squeeze at least a little heat out of those 600 words? idfk

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i am aware of

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i am aware of

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not that i am awa- wait, yes! i collaborated with my past self on not to keep, a shenko fake-dating one-shot that I wrote most of in 2017!! lol ok but like with other people, no.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

well that's not a fair question to ask. how about top three: mayo, solathi, and bethistair

14. What's a WIP that you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

i mean there's always some hope, but.. arlathan!au. 🥀rip

15. What are your writing strengths?

being concise: i try to be efficient with my word choice, and cram a lot of characterization/meaning into a handful of words

i think i hit a decent balance of description, action, dialogue, and interiority?

giving certain sentences that satisfying cadence

im good at beginnings. fuck endings tho

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue. im a lot better than i used to be, but still struggle with it

i don't understand smut and it doesn't understand me

my stamina is shit!!! which is why i write small things and that works fine but when i occasionally want to write something long (beach fic my love) i get overwhelmed and discouraged.

im just.. not that creative lmao this head is empty

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i do not do it, but all the best to ppl who do ig. hopefully someone knows how to do it well... once i read a longfic that did this sort of a lot and the translations were all in the chapter end notes on ao3 and it was such a PAIN to scroll down then find my place again

but i just don't do it bc im lazy :}

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

newsies lmao (which came out when i was 3! never been on time to a fandom in my life ✌🏻😌)

19. What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

uhhhhh well right now i am most satisfied with anybody's hands (pre-relationship mayo), but like the writing of be gentle with me (also mayo), but am most proud of nothing on my tongue. idk which would be considered my favorite.

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idk who hasn't been tagged yet but @thevikingwoman, @boshtet-juggler, @kittlesandbugs, @ladymdc, and @writer-ish, if you've done this will you pls tag me in it so i can see?? and the rest of yall if you got this far and have stuff on ao3 i am BEGGING you to say i tagged you pls i do not even care if we're mutuals or not

[linos-teeth]

i got tagged for the fanfic tag by @incorrectkids-admin and yall might not know this but i love fanfic so much (in general, there are only few fanfics in particular that truly impress me so if yall want like some fancy restaurant style reviews hmu) so tysm for this!!! i‘m going to tag @chngbok and @lilac-stay and @frozensea394 and @odeshadowz (i THINK u all read and/or write fanfic sometimes if not then i’m sorry ofc u don’t have to do this tag) (generally u don’t this is optional)

slow burn or love at first sight: i will read love at first sight when i’m starved for some good romance but there is a limit of cheese and it’s right there GIMME THAT SLOWEST BURN MAKE IT 20K WORDS GIMME

fake dating or secret dating: tbh this trope is kinda overused but if done well??? it can be so good? tho i think you could also do smth nice with secret dating, it has yet to impress me tho

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers: both are so good!!! love and can relate that good oh no that’s my Friend...but i wanna kiss...but also. enemies to lovers...u can do so much with these dynamics...i’ve written some of it myself back in the days and it’s so much fun to do (and read)

oh no there’s only one bed or long distance with correspondence: it’s cliché but i do not care (that and also long distance might be a mood but as a physical presence person i need those sweet irl interactions!!)

fantasy or modern au: i don’t read enough fantasy aus ngl....they are so close to my heart bc i myself am very much a fantasy game nerd but also like....modern? why tf not? so many options there and i mean urban fantasy? also sure thing i love them all

smut or fluff: NO SMUT IN THIS HOUSE PLS MY EYES ok let them partially undress and make out a bit whatever but pls no smut unless it’s like one artsy poetic sentence but keep the dick talk away from me

mutual pining or domestic bliss: lovelovelove domestic bliss but.......the pining......the tension.....it stabs me physically and i love it so very much

alternate universe or future fic: listen everything is an au bc nothing actually happened this exact way irl (even if assuming we’re talking abt like. celebrities here u add CANON FIC and wish it had happened it just did not and that’s valid aus are very good)

one shot or multi chapter: will read both but will die if multi chapter stays unfinished my poor heart

kid fic or road trip fic: I FUCKING LOVE ROAD TRIP FICS SO MUCH??? I’VE READ SO MANY GOOD ONES *opens purse like they’re photos of my grandchildren* LET ME SHOW U SOME ROAD TRIP FICS

reincarnation or character death: i‘m not big on reincarnation honestly like i guess it’s like romantic and all to find each other in a different life but......it doesn’t speak to me? and character death is just. a big fucking no. you’re writing about real people: what the fuck makes u think u can kill them off?? like?? they’re alive and breathing they aren’t a doll to use to break some reader’s hearts wtf (btw either way i think if u write mcd just to make ppl sad then you aren’t valid) and if it’s not a real person i still. don’t get the hype there are other plot devices

arranged marriage or accidental marriage: ok arranged marriage is fine if it’s like.....an almost marriage and u still end up with who the two of you ACTUALLY love but accidental marriage sounds so fun i’ve never read it but it has a crack vibe to it pls someone write some i wanna read

high school romance or middle age romance: it’s romance gimme

time travel or isolated together: idk time travel sounds fun but it’s usually heartbreaking so i’m like maybe nooot and isolated together doesn’t spark any particular emotion in me so

neighbors or roommates: good stuff!!! gimme i love awk neighbor shit but i also love even more awk roommate shit like yes AWKWARDNESS PLS

sci-fi or magic au: why would i even try to choose? MAGIC IS AWESOME ALIENS AND SPACESHIPS AND SHIT ARE AWESOME

body swap or genderbend: body swap is prooooobably fun i haven’t read any but genderbent, esp when it’s real people, just makes me really uncomfortable oR HONESTLY THE CREEPIEST PART U GENDERBEND HALF OF A SHIP TO MAKE THEM LIKE. I SAW IT HAPPEN WITH GAY TO HET BUT LIKE THE OTHER WAY ROUND IS JUST AS WEIRD PPL STOP JUST WRITE DIFFERENT PPL

angst or crack: i am weak but crack is honestly a form of art and i will take it

apocalyptic or mundane: zombie shit rly freaks me out tho i HAVE read one amazing apocalyptic fic i will still generally say i prefer mundane ones

[thecynthh]

pls be nice abt my first fic and tell me if u want a second part (with smut) also yalls want a tag list?

[smuttyfairy]

hello! i wanted to ask if you or anyone knows the name of a jimin ft jungkook fic? it’s basically about jimin being a fuckboy and the reader trying to give him a taste of his own medicine with the help of her friends who were also heartbroken by jimin. Thank you!

If you know any of the answers to the fic questions below please let us know via ask box!!

ALSO, please add a small description to whatever the fic was about so we know which fic question you’re answering without having to go back to look and the post of the questions as it tends to get drowned down into our archives really fast :) Please and thank you~

x-momochi-x asked:

Hey. I need a little help. If anyone of you or your follows can help me it would be nice. I’m looking for a fanfiction I read in June but I’ve had no luck. It was a jhope x taehyung x reader I believe, and it was about vampires. I thought the name was Crimson Killers or something like that. But anyways it was like that. I would really like it if I could get some help. If any of your follows know please pm me. Thank you~

anonymous asked:

Hello! Do anyone knows a strawberry farmer V’s fic where the reader is a seller at the farmers’ market and good friends with V since young and he always ask her out so they have a deal to got to his farm and he got to eat her out I believe? If anyone knows this kindly reply! Thank you!!! 🙌

anonymous asked:

Bts Jimin, Jungkook or Suga scenario to you trying to commit suicide after break up(Like cutting yourself)

anonymous asked:

Hello admins, can you help me find this fic abt female reader is friend with yoonji. oc had a crush on jimin and hes a jerk. yoongi is in it too, his role is older twin of yoonji. sorry for my bad english >

anonymous asked:

hi i’m looking for this bts jin scenario where rap monster lend him some pornographic cds and he fell in love with one of those girls and they actually ended up with each other. thank youu!

anonymous asked:

I’ve been banging my head repeatedly against the table edge for the past week over a fic and I was hoping you could help me? It’s a fic about Jimin and the oc is a mom and they meet up again at a highschool reunion and he’s all successful now Bc he wanted to show off or something but she’s so humble and he kind of falls in love with her again and wants to help her out and stuff? Please help me, thank you 😭😭😭

anonymous asked:

I’m looking for a fic where Jungkook is a rich college fuckboy, but the oc doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t give him any attention. He is intrigued by her and one night on his way to crash Yoongi’s party he almost runs over her with his car and he helps her back to her apartment and he tries to talk to her at college. I think the title is similar to “Something to hide” and it alludes to abuse of the oc by another person (likely Jimin). It’s a JungkookxOCxjimin fic.

anonymous asked:

Hi do you know the name of the fic where the reader is taken in by a royal family at a young age because she’s going to be in an arranged marriage with taehyung when she’s older and yoongi teaches her to read, write, etc.

anonymous asked:

EMERGENCY MUST FIND FIC ASAP: it’s taehyung fic where the reader has schizophrenia and thinks taehyung is real but he’s not, and her friend asks her to go meet someone but it’s actually a therapist (jungkook) at a cafe and he diagnosis her n tells her

anonymous asked:

hello can u help me find a jungkook x reader fic club!au in which the ‘club’ is for masturbating in front of strangers but touching is forbidden, I’ve been trying to find it for days now (sry if my English is bad)

anonymous asked:

hi, i was wondering if you guys can help me find a fic. It was jungkook and an older woman (noon) and it was her first time although he was older. she kept calling him things like muscle pig and he made fun of her for wearing a hot pink sports bra and batman boxers. I think he was wearing a detective conan outfit. she doesn’t like sex at first and then jungkook tries without a condom and he gets her burritos afterwards. Thank you!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could yall help me locate a fic where I think it’s V/RM or one of the maknae line (?) where OC is a smart student, one day she has to do a lab project with V n she thought he was like her other partners lazy etc but he did everything on his part and one day before the submission he found a mistake n she freaks out n she wanted to see her mistake so they met in the lab and eventually he goes down on her etc (it’s a long fic and got to do with lab coats + partners), pls help tysm!

anonymous asked:

Hi do you guys know of a JK fic where the OC is JK’s secretary and you ask him a favor to be your date in this high school reunion and you guys almost have sex in a classroom and continue it in his house. I forgot the title and the author i was hoping you could help me thank youii

anonymous asked:

I have a fic question. It for a Yoongi model au. The reader is an up and coming model and she gets to work with yoongi, a famous model, and the photo shoot was them laying in bed together. The reader is a little anxious about taking off the men’s dress shirt she was wearing, but yoongi gives her encouragement. I hope that was a good enough description. I have been looking for it for awhile. Thank you.

namjoons-broken-toe asked:

Hey, I’m looking for this fic I was reading recently but lost. The main character is Hoseok and it’s a fuckboy/ friends with benefits/college au and the readers ex is Yugyeom who cheated on her?

anonymous asked:

hiiiii!~ if you don’t mind me asking, do you know this story where BTS is in a gang/mafia and oc is an intern/doctor? OC was staying at a diner and Rose serves her hot choco and muffins but then bts’ rival gang comes in and shoots Jimin so OC goes to the rescue and bts keeps her to protect her…

anonymous asked:

Hiiiii, I was wondering if you or any of your followers could help me locate a jimin smut where y/n works in the same office as jimin and during the day he’s the most boring underwhelming person ever but y/n runs into at a club at night and he’s all of a sudden looking like a sex god and then y/n and him fuck on his motorcycle shdjjdjdjdkdshfh

anonymous asked:

Hi I’m looking for a fanfic where the girl is in college with taehyung and they’re not on the best of terms. But they were signed up to a competition where they need to shoot the opponents with nerf bullets or something like that. But the girl works in a cafe with jin aswell, thank you.

anonymous asked:

hi ! i’m looking for a yoongi (yoonji) x oc fic where yoongi and the oc are dorm mates/best friends and he’s hiding the fact that he’s a guy so he could live in the cleaner girls’ dorms, and another reason i can’t quite remember. jimin has an interest in yoonji and the oc has one in jimin, so much so that she ignores his ramblings about yoonji. but he catches yoongi and the oc together when he’s going to their dorm to confess to yoonji

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do anyone have an idea what is the title of a fic where it's about ice hockey bunnies (?) I can't rmb who the lead was but I know there's jimin and blackpink members in it~ It's something like being a bunny and cheering for your school's ice hockey team etc~ If anyone has an idea please reply~~ Thank you so much!!

[hueseok]

kingdom come.

with the royal council pressuring you to produce an heir, you try and give in to their requests and find a husband that will give you a child—just not from the person they’ve been thinking of though, but rather from the man who has always been secretly in your heart.

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 10.5k

rating: 18+

content: light angst | fluff | smut | secret relationship au | modern royalty au | heavily based on ‘the king: eternal monarch’ | ft. royal guard!taehyung, queen!reader, prime minister!jimin

warning/s: light tones of sexism | talks about parents passing away | explicit sexual content | swearing | oral (f. + m. receiving) | brief handjob | breast play | nipple sucking | unprotected sex (it’s fiction yall okay always be safe !!) | cum eating | soft mushy vanilla sex tbh

opening note. finally, my first taehyung one shot after being on hiatus last year 🤧 this is my first royalty au fic too and my knowledge of it is quite limited so if i have things stated wrong here, i apologize !! plus, i really have mixed emotions about this fic since i think it’s really,,, a mess sjdksjs and writing this took all of my brain cells so pls be nice to me 🥴

special thank you to @yoongberries and @kimcritique for beta reading this fic and keeping up with me as i complain how this story took my soul SKSKSJS you guys are the bestest 🥺💞

Taehyung stares at you as you sit there by the edge of the dock, looking afar with your palms supporting half of your body while leaning back. From how you look at the moment, you appear young and calm, like a woman who was simply enjoying her day by this place, and not someone who had the burden of being the queen of the Kingdom of Corea on her shoulders. He gets reminded of the first time he met you—you, who was only ten that time, while he was fifteen, being introduced by your fathers who were great friends while serving in the military—as compared to things you were experiencing now, you definitely had it easier way back then.

“Captain Kim?” A voice from his ear-in speaks and he focuses his attention elsewhere. “Prime Minister Park is here.”

“Prime Minister Park?” he repeats, furrowing his eyebrows. “For what reason? It’s not Friday today.”

“He says he needs to speak of important matters with Her Majesty.”

“Her Majesty specifically requested to have free time for the first half of this day. Did he not get the memo? Just tell him that whatever it is, he can just submit a written report about it.”

“But he really insists on speaking to her personally, Sir.”

He sighs and glances at you again who is now looking down at the water, the edge of your toes touching the surface, splashing some of it away with an amused look on your face. It was a rare occasion to see you this relaxed really, being so in peace, that the mere thought of just asking you to go back to the palace with him was something he was definitely dreading to do.

“Alright,” he says nonetheless, “I’ll be bringing Her Majesty with me. Give us at least twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Taehyung begins walking towards where you are, his footsteps heard against the wooden floor of the dock that before he even stops beside you, you’re already glancing up at him, squinting since the sky above the both of you glowed and slightly hurt your eyes, a small smile on your features nonetheless.

“You look like you got pooped on, Taehyungie,” is what you say, snickering and turning back to the sea.

“Prime Minister Park is at the palace, Your Majesty.”

You raise an eyebrow and hastily snap your head towards him again. “He is? For what reason?”

“Important matters, he says.”

“Ah,” you sigh, nodding and pulling your legs back to you, Taehyung helping you stand up by grasping your hand and lifting you up, “guess I should probably head back then, right?”

He shakes his head contrary to what you were expecting as a response. “I doubt it’s anything really important though. Prime Minister Park tends to say white lies about a situation to meet with you often. I can just tell Hoseok to tell him that you won’t be going back to the palace soon.”

“But what if it’s a real problem? I can’t just assume that he’s not telling the truth.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s not.”

You snort, using the hand that was still in his to pull him closer to you, Taehyung stumbling but you easily catch him in your awaiting arms, wrapping them around his torso that causes him to blink rapidly, getting flustered at the sudden boldness of your actions as he clears his throat and takes a look around your surroundings cautiously. 

“Are you jealous?” you ask.

“Your Majesty, someone might—” He ignores your question, trying to drop your arms around him but you wouldn’t budge.

“We’re the only ones here. I specifically told Agent Jung that no others would be needed to follow since I have the captain with me.”

Taehyung gives up and takes off his ear-in instead before he presses his lips together into a straight line. “I’m just saying that we still need to be more careful.”

“You still aren’t answering my question.”

“I’m not. I’m not jealous.”

You smirk and place your chin on his chest, staring up at him. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you preventing me from going?”

“Because I don’t want you to waste your time on him.”

“Ah, of course.” You roll your eyes, aware that he’ll just keep denying it even if you ask him again and again. “Anyways, you haven’t even given me attention all day,” you say, your lips pouting at him. “You know why I’m here, don’t you? Why aren’t you comforting me?”

He sighs.

It was early in the morning when you called him via the phone line that connects to his room, saying that you were going to the docks today and enjoy the breeze of the sea and the view of the mountains from the far off facing island. You told him it was mandatory for him to go with you, so right after breakfast, you would expect to see him at the stables where you’ll be waiting to take your horses and leave. And he did obviously, but he knows better than to believe that enjoying the scenery would be your real reason for heading here.

Taehyung caresses the top of your head, smoothing your hair flat as the wind continuously blows some strands away, and you close your eyes, smiling. “How are you?” he asks then and you embrace him tighter, pressing your cheek against his chest as you stare below, enjoying the warmth his body gives you.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

You look up. “Well, it’s been a year since my parents died—and I’m here in the same place we often go to—so am I?”

“____…”

“I’m okay,” you say again before he can start a speech on how to feel better. “Not 100%, but I am. Besides, I have you here.”

“Then you should know too that you can tell me anything and I’ll listen.”

“I know.” You let go of him and fix his tie. “And I also know that it’s still pretty illegal to call the queen by her first name.”

He breathes out a laugh as you do the same, playfully tightening the tie around his collar. “Well, you wouldn’t possibly order to kill the head of your security, would you?”

“I could,” you answer without missing a heartbeat, Taehyung giving you a look of surprise before you pull him down to give him a quick kiss on the lips, “but since you’re unbelievably handsome, I’ll let you off the hook.”

He lets out another fond laugh as you start marching back to where your horses were staying, glancing back at him to see that he was jogging behind you to match your pace, putting his ear-in again while you extend your hand to him.

Taehyung looks at it longingly, as if hesitating, but still takes it at the end, causing you to grin.

***

“Your Majesty,” Prime Minister Park, or perhaps Jimin to you as he so kindly offered the first time you met, smiles once you enter your office, bowing his head down also in greeting.

He was dressed in a black suit with black slacks, a white dress shirt underneath that you note has the first two buttons opened. It makes him appear younger in a way that it looked like he was off attending a wedding as one of the groomsmen rather than visiting the queen. He was always someone who stood out because of his taste in fashion, a quality of his that you noticed he had when he started running for his position.

“Prime Minister Park, what’s so urgent that you have to go here unannounced?” You get straight to the point, heading towards your desk and sitting on the chair while Taehyung stands by the side, chin up and gaze directed forward.

“Well, I’m aware that today might be a hard day for you, Your Majesty. I’m simply here to check how you’re doing,” he says with his hands held behind him.

“I didn’t know checking how I am was part of your tasks.”

He chuckles with effect, gaze glancing down shyly on the floor before he looks at you again. “It could be. It’s not that hard to arrange for it to be included.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, trying to determine what was on his mind but you’re left with nothing. “Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? Why are you here?”

“Well, Your Majesty,” he showcases another friendly smile,  feet leading himself closer to your desk, “the royal council and I have discussed some important matters regarding the future of this kingdom. Matters which obviously includes you, the queen.”

“What matters?”

His smirks. “We think it’s best if you start finding a suitable husband, Your Majesty, someone who can stand by you and help you produce an heir. With all due respect, you’re not getting younger by day, and as much as it’s no issue for the extended royal family to be next in line for the throne, it’d be preferred if it came from you.”

You stay looking at him, leaning back on your chair and folding your hands on your lap, tilting your head. “And I assume you’re supposed to be the first running candidate as my husband?”

You don’t see it, but Taehyung’s eyes flicker to you then to Jimin who remains smiling, an unexplainable look in his eyes that he definitely doesn’t show whenever he was out in public. Nevertheless, Taehyung honestly doesn’t question how the royal council would choose him as their top pick on being your future husband since Jimin was as attractive as a man could ever get. He was the youngest prime minister to date with great intellect and charmingly good looks. If he were to be the person who will always stand beside the queen, a lot of your people would be pleased and the royal court would only gain more popularity and perhaps more credibility too. In the short time he served as the prime minister, his approval ratings always skyrocketed.

“Well, yes, Your Majesty.”

You hold his stare. “Well, do I have a say on this or did you along with the council just made a decision behind my back?”

“Please don’t take it as an offense. We are just thinking of what’s best for the Kingdom of Corea.”

“And should my love life concern that?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then what?”

“The future leader depends on you.” He chuckles. “I think out of all of the people here, you should understand it the best. After all, we wouldn’t want something to happen that’s similar to your situation right now.”

You clench your jaw. “Care to elaborate on that more?”

“Well, you’re an only child, and a female too. If the late king and queen just listened to what the council said, about trying again until they produce a male successor, then we wouldn’t be talking about this now.”

“Just get to the point.”

“You need a king, Your Majesty,” Jimin says finally and firmly. “Frankly, the royal council isn’t convinced that having a queen on her own to rule this kingdom would be effective. You are the first woman to be reigned as ruler in this monarchy, so you would understand their doubts on it, wouldn’t you?”

“No. I don’t get why they would have doubts on it just because I don’t happen to be a man.”

“You have to have certain… skill sets, you can say.”

“So, basically, you’re saying that I don’t have what it takes to lead this kingdom?”

“Yes.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, like a switch being turned on, Taehyung grabs his gun from his holster and points it towards Jimin aggressively, the gesture not even making Jimin flinch or acknowledge it in some way.

You glance at Taehyung while Jimin slowly turns his head to his direction, scoffing lightly as he looks at him, scanning his posture with clearly judgmental eyes, sneering.

“How dare you speak of Her Majesty that way,” Taehyung says with gritted teeth.

“Taehyung,” you sigh, and his heavy gaze flickers to you, “put the gun down. He’s still the Prime Minister.”

“He just insulted you, Your Majesty.”

“I’m well aware of that. However, please, put your gun down.”

Jimin tilts his head at him in a mocking manner, raising his brows, taunting, and Taehyung unwillingly retracts his weapon, putting it back in the holster attached to his hip. 

Jimin looks back at you and bows his head. “I didn’t mean it to sound like an insult, Your Majesty. I am just passing along what has been talked about at the meeting with the council.”

You scrunch your forehead. “You’re belittling my capabilities as the queen. How is that not supposed to count as an insult?”

“It’s merely just constructive criticism. It’s nothing personal or something you should take against.”

“Then should I start mentioning some of your flaws too as the prime minister? You know, coming here unannounced and completely ignoring my orders is a sign that you see yourself as someone too powerful.”

“Am I not, though?”

His statement makes you scoff out a laugh while he grins. “Not as powerful as me definitely,” you say smugly, your pettiness somehow getting into you. “Now, please, if that’s the only thing you went here for, you can kindly leave.”

He doesn’t look pleased at your response. “Would you at least think about what I told you today?”

“Of course,” you slide closer to your table and place your elbows on the surface before clasping your hands together, “but let us get one thing clear,” you smile, “if I have to choose the person I will rule this kingdom with, then it is most definitely not you, Prime Minister. I’m just getting that out of the way now before you get your hopes up.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows, eyes appearing darker as he glares at you, but before he can make his true emotions known, he changes his expression quickly, not wanting to appear rude again. It’s obvious by his sudden hard features that he was enraged at what you said, perhaps not expecting that you would already claim such a thing. It wasn’t like you always showed interest in him though. Whenever he would visit, you would remain professional and indifferent.

“Noted.” He smiles, the smile not meeting his eyes and looking forced as it can be. “But let me just remind you too that the council will only give you one month to find a husband. If not, well, I guess you’d have no choice but to settle for me.” He bows his head again. “I wish you a good day, Your Majesty. And my condolences on the death anniversary of the late king and queen.”

You plaster a similar fake smile. “Thank you.”

With a clear of his throat, he adjusts the front of his elegant suit and heads towards the door, not bothering to look back.

The moment he’s gone, you sigh and bring your head down on the desk, your forehead pressed against your forearm. You already weren’t feeling well today because as mentioned, it was your parents’ first death anniversary. The kingdom was supposed to hold a ceremony later after lunch in honor of it, and you were ready to pour all your emotions out earlier at the docks, so that when you attend it later in front of the press and the rest of the royal court along with the government officials and royal council, you won’t be a sobbing mess. And after the talk with Jimin, it just increased your need to cry, but you don’t think you can afford being weak like that in the palace.

“Your Majesty.”

You bring your head back up and you're surprised to see Taehyung in front of your table, eyes already looking at you, his gaze full of concern.

You cough, reminded suddenly that it just wasn’t you here in the room, that you straighten your position on the chair quickly as you curve your lips upward. “Yes?”

“You shouldn’t have stopped me when I wanted to shoot him.”

There’s obvious joking in his tone that makes you chuckle weakly. “Don’t worry, I already shot him multiple times in my head.”

“Still, the prime minister should really know his place.”

“I agree.” You sigh. “But he has always been that way, always made it apparent how greedy he is for authority—and now he just won the favor of the council again, which I think I’ll have to arrange a meeting with before lunch. I want to talk about their demands on what Jimin and I talked about.”

“What are your plans regarding it?”

“Well, obviously, they can’t force me to get married in less than a month. That’s ridiculous.”

“It is,” Taehyung agrees. “But the council can be really persuasive most of the time. They might also turn to the public to force you.”

“Yeah, I know. If they do that, then… I might just pull off something completely below the belt too.”

“Like what?”

You gaze at him for a long time before pursing your lips. “You’ll know if the meeting ends poorly, Tae. For now,” you reach towards the landline on your table, pressing a number, “hello? Yes, Secretary Yoo, kindly arrange a meeting for me with the royal council members at about 9 o’clock. Just tell them it’s urgent and if they don’t come, then their opinions on what the conclusion might be afterwards won’t be validated. Thank you.”

Taehyung follows you as you suddenly stand up and begin walking to the exit. “Where are you going now, Your Majesty?”

You glance at him, your face no longer showing any sign of nervousness, only contempt. “To my dressing room. I think I have to go wear something that will make my opposition apparent.”

He gives you a look of confusion and a slow nod, not really fully understanding what you mean by that but knowing you, he’s positive you had it all under control.

***

Taehyung could hear a lot of commotion going on from inside the meeting room, that even he and Hoseok, who were two among the four guards securing the place, would sometimes share glances at each other whenever they’d hear incoherent loud voices from the other side of the door shouting out their takes on whatever you were talking about with them. Until now, he doesn’t get how you can tolerate the council members for sometimes acting rudely in front of you just because you happen to be a lot younger than them, and because it has only been a year too that you were crowned. They seem to have it planted in their heads that you’re someone they can easily manipulate.

After a few minutes more of hearing ruckus inside, the chaos dies down, and then the doors open, the royal council one by one leaving the room. Taehyung quickly scans the area to look for you, seeing you still sitting on the chair situated at the far end of the long table, looking both distressed and bothered.

You stand up, smoothing your eye-catching red suit, before walking to the doors, Taehyung waiting for you.

“How was the meeting, Your Majesty?”

“Good,” you say, gesturing to the other guards to leave the two of you and they bow down, marching away as you turn back to Taehyung. “We reached an agreement. Though to be honest, they didn’t really review their debate very well. Left a few holes for me to go through.”

“Holes?”

“I agreed to get married and bear a child,” you sigh, crossing your arms, “but it’s my choice who gets to be my husband. The council kept on insisting that Prime Minister Park is the best option out there, but marrying for convenience has been long abolished in this monarchy, hasn’t it? So, I told them I would choose who I would want to marry.”

“And? What did they say about it? Surely, they wouldn’t just accept your claim and call it a day.” Taehyung feels anxious all of the sudden, not knowing exactly where this was going but was having a bad gut feeling about it.

“Yes, they tried telling me otherwise, of course. They said it applies only if the king is involved, and not when a queen is. But I said that gender roles shouldn’t be taken into account. After all, I’m still part of the royal family, and regardless who the king might be—whether he knows politics or is quite clueless about it—I still get to be the ruler of this kingdom at the end. I still get the last say.”

“So?”

“So,” you raise your eyebrows, biting on your lip slightly as you appear hesitant, your eyes though still holding confidence,  “would you fancy marrying me, Tae?”

Straightforward. You’ve always been ruthlessly straightforward. It was a trait of yours that he still had a hard time grasping, always leaving him speechless and unguarded. And like right now, he can’t find the proper words to answer your question.

He blinks. “Um—”

“Hmm?”

“No, Your Majesty.” He bows his head down. “I can’t.”

You stare at him. “Alright.”

When he lifts his head again, he sees you striding away, and he hurriedly catches up with you. “Alright?” he repeats. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Alright. Okay. I get it,” you explain, exhaling harshly. “I’ll ask you again another time.”

“Woah, woah—” He blocks your way and you halt. “Ask me again another time? Your Majesty, look, you know I—I love you—with all my heart—but—”

“You’re too self-righteous, Taehyung.” You cut him off. “Of course, I already know that you won’t be convinced in one try.”

“There won’t be a next time,” he says. “I can’t marry you. We’re not right for each other.”

“You know, I can specifically remember you telling me that too before we started dating.”

He swallows hard at that. “Yes, but I didn’t think that—”

“After six years, we’d still be together?” you ask. “Yeah, me too, love.”

“____,” he sighs, restraining himself from holding you or speaking too loudly for the both of you were still in the palace hallways, CCTV cameras watching your every choice of action, “we can’t get married. It would ruin you. Your reputation—what would they say if they knew you were in a relationship with me?”

“I don’t know—the Royal Public Affairs says that almost all of the people ‘ship’ us together.”

“What?”

“It’s a term they apparently use for two people they see who look good together.”

“____, please, take what I’m saying seriously.”

“I am.” You laugh. “I’m having an adult conversation with you about it. What do you want to hear from me?”

“That you understand and won’t ask me again.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you,” you tell him with a relaxed smile, “and I’m not letting anyone be the father of my future child but you. If that’s what the council insists, then this is what I insist too.”

His stomach drops.

Taehyung admits that he imagined more than once about having a family with you, and at nights when he’d allow himself to say it out loud while the two of you are in yours or his sleeping chambers, he finds himself wishing that it was really possible, only he knows it wasn’t that easy. He can’t say it was entirely impossible, but when he was him and you were you, he doesn’t want to keep on holding onto a wish that has no assurance to be granted.

Yet here you were, making it seem like what he wanted was coming true.

“I can’t,” he says again however, his own morals still getting the best of him. “I really can’t.”

You press your lips together, wanting to say something but before you can reply, Secretary Yoo’s footsteps cause you to turn sideways to see her.

“Your Majesty,” she greets with a bow, “Head Lady Lee wants you to get ready for the late king and queen’s death anniversary ceremony.”

You nod at her. “Alright.” You then turn to Taehyung and give him a look. “We’re not done talking about this.”

He clenches his jaw, no choice to behave now that there’s someone with the two of you.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

***

“Captain Kim,” Jeongguk, one of the best trainees among the royal guards, glances at Taehyung, “did you and Her Majesty fight?”

Taehyung looks at him, averting his gaze from you who was taking a walk with the prime minister along the garden, discussing the report he had to give you weekly.

You have been smiling and laughing too much the whole time to be honest, totally different from the usual attitude you would show to Jimin. Taehyung knows, however, that it was you attempting to get into his nerves and somehow prove a point. What point? He wasn’t sure, and he also wasn’t sure why making him jealous was supposed to convince him that marrying you was the right thing to do. Though he can’t deny that it was still slightly working.

Jimin looked overall too pleased since last week to see that you were somehow reciprocating his flirty gestures. To think of it, Taehyung felt sorry for him to be used as a tool to make this ridiculous lover’s quarrel ignite even more, but because of his hatred for the man who had dark motives in trying to win your heart as well, he starts to care less. Still, his annoyance was still there, especially when Jimin would bravely flirt with you in a more physical way—tucking a loose strand behind your ear, holding your waist as he guides you to this place, and leaning in too close whenever you two would speak.

“What?”

“Oh, I just meant that…” Jeongguk clears his throat. “Her Majesty doesn’t look happy whenever you two talk.”

“Her Majesty and I aren’t that close.” He looks forward again, now catching you place a hand on Jimin’s bicep, Taehyung’s hands forming into a fist.

“But you and Her Majesty are childhood friends, right?”

“We are.”

“So, obviously you’re close.”

“Funny how you say ‘obviously’ like you’ve known us your entire life.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, I just mean that—”

“Just keep your attention on the queen, Jeon.” He gives him the side-eye. “And stop gossiping around.”

Jeongguk stands straighter. “Yes, Sir.”

Taehyung shakes his head a little and places his attention back to you.

It wasn’t like he was counting, but it has been three times since he said no to you whenever you asked him about marriage since that day after the royal council meeting, and it was obvious that you were growing angry and impatient because of his insistence of really not doing it. Each time, he had to explain to you that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry you because he didn’t love you—but it was because he loved you too much that he knew he shouldn’t marry you. You would roll your eyes, give him a glare, say a remark about his no good morals, before leaving him with a frustrated expression on your face, always making it clear that you and him weren’t going to go back to normal until he changes his mind.

He thinks you’re being childish, but it was probably because you were put into pressure to find a husband at the same time as well. If you weren’t going to be successful in convincing him, you were bound to choose Prime Minister Park instead like the council says—

Though judging by how you’re still laughing with Jimin as he tells a joke perhaps, marrying the prime minister might be the least of your worries.

“I’ll see you next Friday, Your Majesty,” Jimin grins with a bow.

You smile, returning the gesture. “Will look forward to it.”

Jimin glances at Taehyung who remains immobile, a smirk on his face before walking away to go with his secretary out of the palace. As he strides away, Taehyung hears you sigh which makes him look at you.

You look pretty today, too pretty and dolled up, even wearing that dress you were well aware he liked on you, that just letting his gaze fall on you has Taehyung wanting to grimace because he knows it’s not for him, but for Jimin.

Well, technically, it still was him that you were dressing up for, but not just entirely in his favor.

“I plan on going to the docks later,” you tell him. “So, I want the yacht prepared and I want you to come with me too.”

“Where do you plan to go?” 

“Just cruising.”

He raises an eyebrow at that. “Okay. I’ll inform the other guards to—”

“No, it’s just you that I need,” you say, lips curving up into a knowing smile. “Besides, I don’t think it’d be necessary to arm the yacht with guards when I’m only going to be around the area.”

“Why do you even have to go around the area at night?” There’s annoyance in his tone that has Jeongguk, who was still there, glancing at him surprisingly.

You look at Jeongguk, flashing a small smile. “You can go.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

As he scurries off, you cross your arms and look back at Taehyung to answer his question. “Because I want to. Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, you’re ambushing me.”

“Ambushing you? Ambushing means being attacked in surprise—you don’t look surprised now, do you?”

“When are you going to let this go?”

“Let what go?”

“This, Your Majesty.” He sighs. “You’re trying too hard to annoy me. You’re not talking to me properly, you ignore what I’ve been saying, you’re off flirting with the prime minister—it’s immature.”

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you just considered what I’m asking you to do.”

“Do you know how ridiculous marrying your bodyguard sounds?”

“You’re not just my bodyguard.”

“I am. I have been since you were fifteen.”

“You’ve been more than that since I was twenty.”

Taehyung stares at you, a pained expression on his face. You really were too stubborn to deal with—he thinks it might be because all your life, you always had everything handed to you. You were the sole princess after all, and the only apparent heir to the throne since as mentioned before, your parents didn't bother having another child. But Taehyung also knows that you weren’t this selfish, and you wouldn’t be this selfish if you felt like you didn’t have any other choice.

“If I marry you, do you think it equates to us living happily ever after?”

“Please,” you huff a breath, “don’t treat me like I’m a kid who doesn’t know what she’s getting into.”

“You’re giving me the impression that you are.”

“Taehyung, seriously, when are you going to decide for what you really want and not by what you think is right?”

“I promised your father and mine that I would protect you and look out for you in every I can,” he says sternly. “And getting you pregnant isn’t one of them.”

You dare to laugh. “Well, I beg to differ.”

“____—”

“I don’t want to argue with you on this again.” You cut him off. “We just say the same things, so whatever you have to say, do know that I could care less.”

“That’s very inconsiderate of you as a queen.”

“I’m not speaking to you as a queen. I’m speaking to you as your girlfriend.”

“Then don’t you think that within a relationship, two sides should be—”

“You say that as if you’ve been hearing my side all the time.”

“I am.” He scoffs. “Which is why I don’t want to—”

“Prepare the yacht at 8 o’clock.” You don’t let him finish talking once more, a hard look on your features, your eyes no longer meeting his. “If I don’t see you at the docks—consider yourself fired, Captain Kim.” You tell him, not waiting for a reply as you march past him, Taehyung biting the insides of his cheeks before letting out a ragged breath.

There really was no way to reason with you.

***

Taehyung stares at the ceiling above him. 

In two minutes, he’s supposed to leave if he wants to arrive at the docks at the right time. He already assigned Hoseok to prepare the yacht and be there in guard for you until he arrives, which honestly, for an hour now, he thinks of not doing.

All his life, he has been there with you—always been by your side; whether guarding you among the crowd, following you around the palace, or just holding you near behind closed doors—he’s been there, and he watched you grow as a strong sophisticated woman who doesn’t grow intimidated with just one threat. You knew your birthright and the power you had because of it, and yet nowadays, from the way you were so desperate to have him in order to produce an heir, it seemed as if that the confidence you had faltered, and he can only guess it’s because of the death of your parents that until now, you were burdened with.

You rarely show any signs of vulnerability to the people you see everyday. On the day you were told that the king and queen didn’t manage to survive in the plane crash they were involved in, you only nodded before excusing yourself to go to your sleeping chambers, locking yourself in and ordering your waiting lady to not bother you throughout the whole day. Taehyung was worried you would do anything rash that time, though when the evening came and you were asked to eat dinner, he was surprised to see you actually coming inside the kitchen to eat, appearing okay though there was still signs of grief in the redness of your eyes and the struggle you had in trying to smile or merely speak.

It has always been apparent to him that you were independent and strong. It was how you were raised by your father who always had the thought of you being the next leader of the country, that seeing you in a rough place after being appointed as the queen of the Kingdom of Corea amidst your pain of losing your parents, woke him up to the reminder that you were human like the rest of them. That no matter how high your title was in this society, in the end, you were still someone who lost two people who were very dear to you, and yet the royal court felt the need to rush you into being coronated. He couldn’t blame them though, they were only following protocol after all, but still, he thinks it was only right if they made sure if you were in the right mental state before doing so.

Rubbing his face, he stands up and gets his coat, running out of the halls to go to the stables and get his horse.

***

You stare at your champagne glass, swirling the beverage around it with a glum expression. Deep inside, you already know what his course of action was going to be, but still you wanted to give him the benefit of doubt in case he proves to you that doing the right thing for once was the least of his concerns. However, considering how he was eleven minutes late, you think his morals were really made of steel, and there was no way breaking into them.

“Your Majesty,” Taehyung’s voice enters your ears and you freeze, looking up to face the dark sea before turning behind you to see him, head bowed down, “I’m sorry for being late.”

You blink at him. “You came.”

“You asked for me.”

You snort, downing the remains in your glass and walking towards the table to place it back there. “I was ready to leave without you in four minutes.”

“It’s not like you really have a place to go to for you to be in such a hurry.”

“Hey—of course, I do.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere away from you.”

It’s Taehyung’s turn to snort, and you smile. “I’ll get the engine running, Your Majesty. Where do you want to go?”

“Forward. You know where to stop.”

He nods before speaking on the radio, informing the others that the two of you will be leaving as he walks to the cockpit and you go back to your place, enjoying the sea breeze and its scent that you’ve grown fond of.

The yacht starts moving then and you hold onto the railings, realizing now that this was the first time you ever got on this vehicle again after your parents’ death. You tended to avoid it in fear it would bring too many memories, but it was late when you also got reminded that this was your safe haven as well, and instead of swearing not to step foot on it again, you should have cherished it as one of the few things your parents left a good mark on. It’s just that your cowardice to face your emotions got in the way again and so here you were.

After a few minutes, the yacht halts in the middle of the sea, not really far from the docks, but not as close. You almost jump when you abruptly feel Taehyung’s arms wrapping around yours and you glance back, seeing him place his chin over your shoulder.

“You should’ve worn something warmer,” he says, hands rubbing your bare forearms.

“This is weird,” you chuckle now turning around and leaning your back on the railings, “usually I’m the one hugging you first in public.”

“I missed you.” He shrugs. “You’ve been treating me very poorly for the past weeks.” 

“It’s because you’ve been treating me poorly too.”

“Just because I don't want to marry you?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, staring at his mouth unconsciously.

Taehyung smiles. “Even though you’ve been driving me nuts, you’re really cute too, you know?”

“What?” You look offended and he laughs, leaning down to capture your lips with his.

You’re surprised at the gesture though can’t help kissing back, undeniably missing his mouth on yours. It is only in these instances wherein you’re completely alone that he manages to be this brave in showing affection, something that you are obviously pleased by. It just never fails to make you melt inside and give in easily, your previous annoyance in whatever he did quickly fading.

“You play dirty,” you murmur, tiptoeing to peck his lips again when he pulls away and he laughs. “You just kissed me as if we haven’t been fighting.”

“You were the only one mad at me—I wasn’t doing anything bad to you.”

“You’re making me sound as if I’m the bad guy.”

“You are.”

“Hey.”

Taehyung laughs, placing a palm on your cheek and gliding his thumb on it gently. “What happened at the meeting with the royal council two weeks ago? You didn’t tell me sufficient details.”

You raise your eyebrows, surprised at the sudden recalling of that event, but you should have expected it coming from him. You could only pretend to appear as something else for a short time when it came to Taehyung, and you didn’t know whether to be thankful for that or frustrated.

“Why are you asking me now?”

“Because I feel like you’re keeping something from me.” He tries searching for your eyes again when you look away, his thoughts at his bedroom giving him the conclusion that you were being like this for the past weeks due to still feeling frail after your parents’ death. “Are you?”

“No. I told you, the meeting went well. We came to the agreement that I would produce an heir, a male heir as they prefer, just as long as I get to choose who I want to marry.”

“That sounds wrong, you know. You wouldn’t agree to that.”

“What?”

“You wouldn’t agree to that easily.”

You chuckle. “Why not? It would finally stop them from talking, right? Perhaps it would prove my worth as a queen.”

“Your worth as a queen doesn’t revolve in you producing an heir for the throne, ____.” He tells you. “You’re more than that.”

“Am I?” you ask, voice suddenly sounding of doubt and anxiety, something that he hasn’t heard from you for a long time, confirming his worries. “Dad prepared me to be in this position all my life—and I always thought I was ready. But it’s been a year since I was crowned and I feel like I haven’t done anything to truly deserve the honor.”

“Is that why you’re giving into their demands?”

“Maybe.”

Taehyung sighs. “You shouldn’t.”

“I don’t see the harm in trying to please them.”

“You weren’t raised as a people pleaser. Especially not for the royal council. It’s shady enough that they’re trying to disregard your credibility as the queen.”

“Well, maybe because they’re right.”

“____, are you hearing yourself?” He dares to chuckle. “This isn’t you.”

“Who am I even, Taehyung?” You chuckle with him, tucking your hair behind your ears that were blown away by the wind. “I only used to be the crown princess. I know I should have been more ready to have a responsibility like this but I… I didn’t think I would have this so soon. Mom and Dad were supposed to rule this kingdom until they were in their 70s, perhaps 80s even, and yet they’re… they’re gone.”

“I know.” He frowns. “Still, the late king and queen had faith in you. They know you would handle it.”

“Taehyung, please—”

“____, look at me,” he places his palms against your cheeks again, “I have faith in you. You always look like you have everything together—if I had known you were having doubts, I would have assured you that you would do great long ago.”

“I don’t think reassurance would help me feel better.”

“Then what will?”

“You saying yes in marrying me.”

There’s lightness in the way you speak now that enables him to smile. “If you want to because you really love me, then okay, let’s get married. But not because it’s what the council wants.”

“Wow, you’re agreeing now?” You raise an eyebrow. “But come on, do you honestly think I’m only asking you because it’s what the council wants?”

“Yes. You’re usually not impulsive like this.”

“This is not me being impulsive.”

“It is.”

“I want you, Taehyung,” you say and he presses his lips together. “Always have and always will. Regardless of what the council needs from me, I’m not allowing myself to be wed with someone that isn’t you.”

He takes a deep breath, letting his thumb graze your mouth as he stares at you solemnly and in deep thought. “Don’t talk like that.”

You chuckle. “Why? Is it getting harder controlling yourself?”

“____...”

“You need to loosen up.” You kiss the pad of his thumb. “Sometimes you act all tough, I begin thinking if you really love me or you’re just using me for special treatment.”

He snorts at the subtle teasing. “As if you’re really giving me special treatment.”

“Hey, I’m letting you kiss the queen. Isn’t that special treatment enough?”

He laughs and so do you, wrapping your arms around his torso.

He looks down on you as the wind once again blows some strands of your hair away, Taehyung cradling your face and smiling, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before he gently pushes your head against his chest and hugs you tighter.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hm?”

“I’m always here for you.”

“I know.”

“You don’t need to hurry and have a child to prove your worth as a leader. I believe in what you can do for this kingdom. Since we were young, you always showed exemplary skills that I am positive are fit to be belonging to an amazing queen.”

You sigh and tighten your embrace, closing your eyes. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

He smiles. “What are you going to do now then?”

“I’ll…” you purse your lips, “I’ll talk to the council tomorrow.”

“And?”

“I’ll invoke my authority as the queen of this kingdom.”

“By?”

You laugh at how he’s treating you like a child that you pull your head back, gazing up at him who still had a fond gaze on you. “By telling them I don’t give a fuck about what they want and do what I want instead.”

Taehyung bites his lip while he grins. “Perhaps tone it down with the profanities, darling, but you’re good to go.”

You pucker your mouth cutely and he leans down to kiss it with that grin still on his face.

He thinks you still taste like that champagne you had earlier, and he could smell the expensive perfume you always wore that you knew he liked on you, causing him to not want to pull back if it weren’t for you who tugs the hair on his nape to make him do so. Staring at your eyes, he can’t help but think he really would stop the world if it meant saving you. Sometimes his duty as your guard got in the way of you being his lover, but at the end, there was one thing he reminded himself to do, and it was to assure that you were always going to be fine.

“I was supposed to seduce you in getting in bed with me,” you admit, always so brutally honest and nonchalant that he chuckles, “yet you decided to give me a pep talk instead.”

“It’s what you clearly needed, Your Majesty,” he whispers, though abruptly glances at his watch. “But you know, you still have… perhaps an hour before I demand that we go back to the palace.”

You raise an eyebrow, fighting off a smile. “So?”

“So…” he places his hands on your sides, caressing them, “if you still want to seduce me, you’re more than welcome to, my queen.”

***

Taehyung groans as you press yourself closer to him, running your hands along his chest while he keeps a hold on your waist, continuous ragged breaths escaping past his lips as you place open mouthed kisses on his neck. As you pull back to hike you dress higher and remove it off your body, he hastily sits up to help you, kissing your shoulders, your collarbones, down to the cleavage of your breasts while he does so.

It was inevitable. As soon as the opportunity was presented to you, you immediately took it. Thus, you found yourself almost dragging Taehyung to the stateroom, kissing him hungrily, pushing him on the bed and straddling him. Now, it’s been a few minutes of making out, grinding, and sensual teasing touches all over your bodies. It was practically inevitable too that the two of you would hurry to do the next phase, considering the drive you both had in engaging in your previous actions just became higher, that if you weren’t going to do anything about it, you might as well just throw yourselves off the yacht.

As the material of your dress is finally taken off of you, he gently pushes you on the space beside him so that he could be the one on top, making sure his lips would not leave your skin as he carries on undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, planning to take an article of his clothing as well.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, squirming under his touch when his mouth travels lower again, “no teasing tonight, please.”

“I haven’t even started yet,” he reckons with a chuckle before fully removing his dress shirt and tossing it on the floor.

You marvel at his chest, appreciating its build that no doubt was a product of working hard in trying to maintain fit as your royal guard. You let yourself moan a little bit in touching his stomach, missing the way you would lick them on the days you’d make love and particularly felt like it, Taehyung just crumbling under you as you did so.

“It’s been a long time since I took care of you, darling,” he murmurs in your ear, nibbling it softly, causing you to shiver. 

Your palms move up to his neck, pulling him down. “No teasing,” you repeat and he laughs again, kissing your mouth.

The way his mouth moves with yours is slow, taking his time, no rush. It only makes you more excited, more eager to take him and let him take you. It really has been a long time since the two of you decided to be this close. You were always busy talking with government officials, attending ceremonies, or plainly just making time for yourself—not to mention your little fight that almost lasted 15 days—that having a feel of his touch now, his fingertips brushing along your skin, has you writhing, just aching to be held.

You heave and gaze at him when he pulls away only to kiss you lower, sweet quick kisses that travel along the valley of your chest as he unclasps your bra, shoving it away before he places his lips on a bud and grunts. You unconsciously wrap your legs over his waist while one of his large hands cups over your other breast, squeezing it until he switches places and it’s the one he’s sucking.

“Taehyung, please,” you whimper.

“So impatient, love.” He groans, poking his tongue on the nipple before swirling it around, another action that has you squirming. “I want to take it slow.”

“I don’t.”

He chuckles, lifting his head up. “What do you want me to do then, hm?”

You glare at him, knowing what he was up to but he only smiles, waiting for your reply that has you huffing a breath.

“I want you to…” You sigh.

“What?” He continues to suck on your bud, letting it out with a pop as his eyes look up at you. “Tell me. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Suck my clit.”

Taehyung smirks, giving your breasts wet kisses one more time before scooting lower and dragging your underwear down in such a slow movement. Once he fully removes it though, he’s quickly pushing your knees apart, eyes on your cunt as he licks his lips in anticipation, laying down now and getting a good position right in front of your pussy. He drags two fingers against your heat and you moan, Taehyung leaning in to place his mouth against.

“Shit.” Your eyes roll back inside your head. 

His tongue skillfully goes over your folds, teasingly inserting the muscle but pulling back. He then goes over to do as you asked, sucking your clit that emits a slurping sound that arouses you further. You put your hand over his hair and thread your fingers against some of its curly locks, pulling that has him moaning and sending a vibrating feeling against you, making you moan.

“Such a pretty pussy, Your Majesty,” he kisses your cunt breathlessly, trailing his flat tongue from your entrance up to your clit. “All fucking mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes… all yours, always been yours—fuck.”

Taehyung sucks harder, his mouth rapidly doing wonders all over your cunt while his hands caresses your thighs, moving it to your stomach until he reaches your breast, palming it gently then. You hold onto his wrist, lifting your hips slightly towards his face but he pushes it down, grunting and leaning away, spitting on your entrance before diving in again.

The lewd noises intensify and so does the knot that you’ve been feeling at the pit of your stomach, though before you can entertain the feeling, you tug his hair harder that makes him pull back, staring at you dazely as you urge him to sit.

Your lips are back on his as you kneel up, meeting his mouth while you start removing his pants. Taehyung gets the point and helps you, clumsily unzipping it and then dragging it down his thighs, breaking from the kiss for a second to fully get it off his body along with his underwear before he holds onto your face and pushes you back down on the mattress, passionately kissing you and placing himself between your legs.

“Taehyung,” you moan out loud, “please… please I need you.”

Your hand travels down to his navel until you get a hold of cock, jerking it softly, Taehyung groaning and burying his head against your neck. He lets you jack him for a few seconds, lets himself enjoy the feel of your soft and small hand on his cock until he gets your wrist and forces you to let go, instead bringing both of your arms around his neck as he gives open mouthed kisses on your jaw, scooting closer that you start feeling his dick against your entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” His voice comes out shaky.

You whine, nodding feverishly and he snickers, aligning the tip before he pushes it in, slowly filling you up, moaning and breathing heavily until he bottoms out. You let out a strained groan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of being stretched out and so full, while Taehyung continues to breathe harshly against your neck.

“You’re so tight, holy fuck.” He grazes his fingertips on your knees, pulling you closer. “Every single time—shit.”

“Taehyung—” you cry and he nods, understanding, and captures your lips.

He begins to thrust in and out, keeping a slow pace, hissing every time he would fill you completely. You cling onto him, your arms moving across his back while you bring your legs over his hips, enabling him to pound onto you deeper.

“So good, gorgeous, you feel so good,” he whispers in your ear. “Feels like my cock belongs inside this cunt.”

“Shit—it does. ”

He smiles at the exchange, heaving, getting lost at the way your insides are squeezing him tight.

Taehyung rocks his hips on you faster, your skin slapping together and making you moan out at both the dirty sound and the heavenly feeling. As you force your eyes open wider, you see that he was gazing at you with an enchanted expression, a smirk on his lips that has you clenching at how he looks. The action causes him to grunt before shaking his head and ducking his head to suck on your lower lip.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” he murmurs more. “I’ll never meet someone as amazing as you.”

“Taehyung,” you half-giggle and half-moan, threading your fingers through his hair.

“Love it when you say my name,” he adds with a groan, pulling out halfway before slamming his cock back in harder, “and I love how I’m the only one who can say yours.”

You don’t know if you feel yourself getting close because of his sweet words or how his hips are still deliciously pounding you, either way, you welcome them with whimpers and hisses, not finding the right words to praise him back, too consumed on how he was fucking you too good.

“So in love with you.” He moans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You make me so happy—fuck—I love you so fucking much, you know that?”

“I know.” You begin bucking your hips up to meet his. “I—hnng… love you too.”

Sex always felt more with him. Like a true union and the true feeling of making love—no matter how cheesy that sounds in your head. He always paid attention and kept your needs first, even if there were times when he allowed himself to savor what you were giving him too, it was you who he prioritized still. The thought always makes your heart swell up, the need of him to be with you always and the love you have for him growing bigger.

“Tae—I’m close… I’m close.” Your nails dig on the back of his neck.

“Yeah?”

You nod and he reaches down to play with your clit. You lock your legs around his hips tighter at that, closing your eyes and focusing on how good he was making you feel.

“Gonna come on my cock?”

You whimper. “Yes.”

“Please,” he pants, his speed calming down yet his thumb is still rapidly circling around your clit, “want to feel you clench around me, my queen. Want you to use me to get off—”

You arch your back. “Fuck—don’t stop, please—”

Taehyung sucks on the skin on your neck, knowing how sensitive you can be on that spot, and rolling his hips on you in a manner that drives you insane, you quickly feel your release, crying out his name in which he picks up his pace again, fucking you amidst your high. Your thighs shake while you squirm, and once you pat his shoulder as a signal that you were starting to become too sensitive, Taehyung pulls out, jerking himself instead to follow you.

You stare at him before forcing yourself to sit up, replacing his hand with yours and putting your mouth over him. Taehyung curses while you moan, tasting yourself and feeling his dick pulsate inside your mouth that you hollow your cheeks.

“____, shit, can I… can I—”

You nod regardless of whether he was asking to come in your mouth or face, and bobbing your head faster, Taehyung groans loudly, his seed then shooting inside your throat as he holds onto your hair, keeping you steady while he carries on grudgingly thrusting his cock in your mouth.

You suck him dry, swallowing everything he has to give, and leaning away, Taehyung grins tiredly above you, caressing your cheeks and then crouching down so he can place his mouth against yours.

“You’re so wonderful,” he murmurs. 

“Because I sucked you off?” You tease as your back hits the mattress again and he’s showering your face with kisses.

“No, silly,” he chuckles, pulling back to stare at you lovingly, “because of many things, of course. You rule a country at the age of 26.”

“It isn’t only me. And it’s not like I chose to be.”

“Still,” he brushes the hair out of your face that is sticking on your skin because of sweat, “you accepted the responsibility of being a queen even though you had doubts about yourself. I think I can call that dedication and loyalty.”

You chuckle, now being the one to hold his face. “Stop kissing my ass. You’re flattering me too much to truly convince me not to propose to you again.”

“I thought we already agreed not to get married for the sake of the council?”

“Yeah, but… someday, do you think? Do you think it’s possible?”

“For us to get married?”

“No, for you to stop being a coward. But hey, it’s the same thing, isn’t it?” 

He rolls his eyes and kisses your palm. “Someday, yes. Not now. You have more important things to take care of. Particularly a kingdom.”

You’re surprised to find him agreeing again so quickly, though doesn’t bring it up or tease him once more, instead loving it.

“Promise?”

His gaze on you softens. “I promise, my love.”

You let out a slow exhale of content. “I’m really glad I can always have you here beside me, Tae.”

“Me too.” He looks fondly in your eyes, nodding. “And I’m always going to be, okay?”

“Good.”

You pull him closer again, kissing him as if you had all the time in the world and he kisses back with a grin, sinking the both of you deeper on the bed.

***

Taehyung shares a glance with Hoseok again as the commotion inside the meeting room becomes louder.

Compared to the last time, whatever was happening at the other side of the door they’re guarding, definitely sounds more disarrayed and chaotic. His curiosity was taking the best of him since this meeting’s taking longer too, and he thinks that he should have pestered you on insisting that he watches over you from the inside. You have been nervous since morning, took too long in choosing an outfit since you say it’s your battle gear, before you even practiced what you were going to say to them in front of the mirror—and of course, Taehyung, who was still there watching over you.

Abruptly, the door pushes open and Hoseok and him straighten their postures, but instead of the members of the council going out, it’s you who does, appearing calm and even amused as you let the doors close behind you.

“How was the meeting, Your Majesty?” Taehyung immediately asks, following you along with Hoseok forward.

You glance behind your shoulder, meeting his eyes. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You chuckle, noticing the slight annoyance in his tone for being so vague. “Well, it turned out better than I expected. Plus, it was  in favor of me now.”

“Which means..?”

“Well, I guess we really won’t have to get married earlier than reckoned, Tae.” You giggle happily before turning around, suddenly noticing that Hoseok was still there standing beside him.

His eyes are wide and he snaps his eyes to Taehyung, the way he was gazing at the captain of the royal guards so accusing yet at the same time confused. Though if Hoseok was really going to be honest, he always had his suspicions, he just wasn’t expecting it to be true.

“Agent Jung, I didn’t know you were still here.” You try to laugh the embarrassment off.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.” He bows down.

“Er, well, you already heard it so I don’t get the point of denying it. Just make sure you don’t spread the news around though. Or else I just might exile three generations of your family.” 

Hoseok blinks and Taehyung sighs.

“She’s joking,” he assures him.

“Am I?”

“Your Majesty.” Taehyung gives you a meaningful look that has you nodding.

“I am joking,” you tell Hoseok with a smile. “You can go now.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Hoseok gives you one more bow and then walks away, leaving you with Taehyung who’s still looking at you disappointingly.

“What?” you ask him.

His disappointing look transforms into something more, and then he’s grinning, stepping closer to where you are. “I’m proud of you.”

You snort. “Thanks.”

“Are they going to lay off your back now?”

“Yup.”

“Good.”

You grin. “Wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t wake me up to my senses though.”

“I’m just great, aren’t I?”

“Remind me not to say something that will make your head bigger, okay?” You tease.

The way you’re laughing is carefree, and relaxed, and so young again, that he believes it really went well this time. He wants to do more than to congratulate you—wants to do more than hugging you tightly and spinning you around dramatically like in the movies. But for now, he has to settle in keeping his wild emotions in, instead making his love to you apparent by the way he’s staring at you and smiling. 

From the way you stare and smile back, it looks like you got his message.

“Care to accompany me to the stables now? I want to go ride by the field,” you say with a rather suggestive look that has him snorting, turning around from him again to start walking.

“Already beside you, Your Majesty.”

You look sideways to indeed see Taehyung already there, smiling at you brightly, practically beaming, and you can’t help but think that as long as you had him by your side, you were really always going to be fine.

ending note. AHHHHH okay,,, this fic seriously made me hate english now and just literally squeezed my brains out sjdskdjks on the other note though, i do hope you like it because even though this was such a pain to write, i fell in love more with taehyung in this one to and just wished i could get someone as supportive as him later in my life hehehe. also,,, this was supposed to be pwp yall, but in the middle of writing it, i kinda wanted to make it seem like a queen doesn’t need a king to rule a kingdom you know ??? thus, this was produced instead hehe.

feedback is always always so appreciated !! thank you so much for reading ♡

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KLANCE FIC REC PART 2

the HIGHLY requested part two of my klance fic list is here, if you missed part one here is a link: 

A LITTLE DISCLAIMER: i read fics purely bc i am a sucker for some cute ass shit and i love the story telling and some fic writers are actually AMAZING writers so my recommendations are usually story based or AU’s and are suuuuuuuper long with not voltron based plots, that being said i sprinkled some voltron ones in there bc i love my gay space sons ALSO I DO NOT READ WIP FICS SO ALL THESE ARE COMPLETED 

I HAVE SO MANY MORE I WANT TO ADD BUT HONESTLY A PART THREE WILL PROLLY COME OUT SOOON WITH SEASON THREE AROUND THE CORNER

Now are you ready for some gooooood ass shIT

okay so first on the list is a personal favorite of mine, it is SO GOOOOOOOOD PLS READ THIS IF NOTHING ELSE

Title: something just like this By: KlanceKorner 

Description: Keith reluctantly becomes the counselor for the Red Cabin at Camp Voltron, a summer camp in the middle of buttfuck nowhere that his older brother Shiro has worked at for years. Already unhappy with the current position that he is in, Keith prepares himself for a boring, sweaty, miserable summer; and his frustration only grows when he meets the counselor for the Blue Cabin- an insufferable asshole with a horrible sense of humor, a devilish smirk, an inexplicable animosity towards the Red Cabin, and a smile that literally looks like the sun.Needless to say Keith is really, really unprepared for the next three months.

LINK: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10716489

Number two is a youtube three parter so if ur not into that just ignore this link...BUT if your into some good as FLUFF than read this!!! it is so so so cute

there are TWELVE WHOLE INDULGING fics in this series each one is different, ranging from angst, pinning, breakup, holiday, smut, jealous, and LIKE EVERYTHING. it’s just some good ass shit 

the title of the series is: What Happens on Youtube

LINK TO THE WHOLE SERIES: http://archiveofourown.org/series/599386

Number three is a college au and it is so so good, your girl lives for college au’s so if u know any good ones drop them in the notes, but anyways...

this fic is like really reallly long and gOOOOD, it is just some good ass pinning and some smut and bad boy motorcycle Keith and like yeah it is v good

Title: Not That Bad    Author: varelsen

Description: “Am I really going to have to explain this to you?” “No, I’m totally fine with you shutting up right about now.” Hunk cups his hands around his mouth. “You. Are crushing. On Keith.”Or, a college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7685992

Number four on the list, a classic plot but done very well and it is really cute and you will enjoy it bc it is long and angsty w a happy ending and some fun voltron 6/6 character bonding. I WILL SAY I HATE FIRST PERSON FICS AND USUALLY CANNOT READ THEM BUT IF U GET PASSED THE CRINGE ITS A GOOD PLOT

Title: Operation: Time Out        Author: wittyy_name

Description: Just when things between Keith and Lance seemed to be getting better, they took a turn for the worse. With the right side of Voltron constantly butting heads worse than ever before, the team comes up with a plan to get those two to work it out: lock them in the training deck until they learn to play nice.Coran's suggestion? Add the invisible maze to the mix.

LINK: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7821451/chapters/17852119

Number Fiiive is a cute short fluff fic, its very good and cute and nice and short and yes yes yes cUTE ASS SHIT IN THIS ONE

Title: In English, Please        

Description: Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it's in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very...very wrong.

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7407115

Number six is another long fic bc i usually only like to read long fics, this one is very indulging and sucks you the fuck in, it is a little smutty,,,,,,,,,,sorry i warned you, if u get past it the story is heartwarming 

Title: Make Me Your Home      this is a series BTW

Description: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”

LINK: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9623936

Number seven is only bc some of yall asked for it..... here is some smut,, i’m not evening explaining this one but like,,,, they just have fun in the red lion oKAY

Title: what are you willing to do

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7631584

no description needed bc there is no plot

Number eight is a Garrison set little fic bc i usually don’t find many of these,,,,IF U KNOW ANY GOOD ONES LINK THOSE ASWELL PLS

Title: never been kissed

description: “You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”

LINK: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7282174

NUMBER NINE IS PURE LONG FLUFF!!!!!!!!! YOUR WELCOME

Title: 26 Kisses

Description: Lance lets slip a habit from his past and home or- A silly fluff drabble that turned into a space opera about boys falling in love; space plague, alien planets, and being stranded, Keith and Lance try to make it home

LINK: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7424356

and now i am just going to post some good drabble links, enjoy clicking

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7424356      so why don’t we fall

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7352212       we’ll make it, you and i

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7298179        bench press me

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7331644      An Equitable Compromise

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9447410

      Double-Edged 

and that is alllll folks,,,,happy reading

EDIT I JUST READ THIS ONE AND IT IS REALLY GOOD

IT IS CALLED TRUTH OR DARE HERE IS THE LINK: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10272545/chapters/22751240

okay now i am done

[yumenosakiacademy]

Me.trocon 2017 Saturday

diary for future me, read if you want but it’s rly only 4 myself tbh. Cosplayed: mik.an Tsumiki

OKAY so the morning was rly bad and hectic and i dont like remembering it but i woke up and got ready bc the lol.ita fashion show was at 10 am and dad n i left and dad stopped by burger king to get himself some food but my cramps flared up BADLY and i had a midol in my bag so i took it out but im afraid of pills and cant swallow them so i was shaking and then i started crying and the drive-thru girl was like “oh gosh are you okay?” and i explained what was going on but rushed and sloppily and she was like “oh this happens to my lil sis too.. it’s okay sweetie just relax” or soething and i had dad park the car in the parking lot of burger king and for me to put my midol in a BK crospy crown and take a huge bite and swallow but that backfred and i chewed some of the pill and it was Blegh but the midol didnt kick in right away and the cramps were still v bad so i had dad rive me home so i could lie down for a while and i asked mom to use the heater bc she accidentally woke up so i asked her while she was awake and she kept saying no bc she liked it but when i begged she let me use her bed and used mine and it barely helped but overtime i gradually geew okay and hadd to calm myself so the stress wouldnt make my cramps return and i left at like 11 am and i missed the BB panel too but it’s Okay and i walked in and met up w haji near the ticket place and thankfully her mom let us wander around the con

so we went to the GF panel but i was mainly distracted by a small octopus plushie on some guy’s head and haji n i kept joking abt us knocking it off his head and abt the guy playing space jam and bassboosted music outside the panel room and it being audible whenever someone opened the door to leave or come in pff... but the dipper did the lamby dance and it was cute aa and the dipper offered ppl in the audience scooby snacks to any of the audience so haji n i had one n it was rly good aa i hadnt had one of those in years theyre Yummy...

Anyway, after that, i tried to go to the DR meetup, but it was rly rly tiny?? like we held it inside w like 2 handfuls of ppl and we tried to get the junkos to step on the tsumikis (there were 3 of us, including me) w 2 junkos bc i requested it but the junkos didnt wanna accidentally pantyshot the camera so we got up from our kneeling positions haha and haji went to the dealers room for a while while this was going on and i tried to help the mikan when she said she got a cut on her face but she said it was alright and eventualy haji came back and i left w her and we decided not to go to the m.lp panel that i kind of wanted to go to and instead went to the dealers room and looked around and i showed her the idol merch table and haji said she’d buy me anything bc she didnt get to give me a birthday present earlier on in the year so i looked around for a Big hamster plushie or something but those seemed expensive so we came back to the idol table and got me the tori keychain i’d been wanting since yesterday or thirsday and haji got a tsukasa and then we ran into the ppl running the fine panel and we all joked abt “ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS, EICHI!!” 

and we walked around for a bit more before going to the rw.by panel but we could barely hear and we had to sit at the back of the room due to lack of seats so haji and i just whispered to eachother the whole time and i had haji read part of an en.stars smut fic w impregnation kink (just kink not actual mpreg) and a lil stupid thing i wrote abt rei and koga and then we watched the service dog near us near the other corner and watched it lick the carpet and Rest and enjoyed watchin it then we tried to walk around and someone asked for a pic of me but i was like “UHH WHERES MY SYRINGE PROP” so haji thought i elft it on the floor of the other panel and she left to go find it while i waited near these ppl bc they were just hanging out anyway and i kept worrying like “shes been gone for a while.. is she okay this shouldve been quick oh god” and my cramps started returning a lil but i tried to keep myself calm and the uraraka was like “are you okay i can go try n retkrkieve her if she got lost” and i was like “it’s okay” and eventually i checked deep in my bag and found it and i tried to call haji but she arrived just as i called her and i was like “i found it im sorry aa” and then we Ran to the en.stars panel

AND THE EN.STARS PANEL WAS SO SO MUCH FUN!! I have the first half recorded on video and since it’s rly late rn, i wont type too much abt that, but i asked eichi if he was anyone’s sugar daddy and, if not, would he be mine and he said he was kind of one to hajime and bought him lots of things and haji asked who was the most into minions and it was apparently Tori and i showed them the scooby doo au i made w some of haji’s assistance and showed wtaru (and the others) the Scoobkai Doonata that i drew and they all were laughing and i wa glad aa and the topic of vore came up again and i showed them shino’s ku.rochia vore post and the kiryu was like “OH MY GOD CAN I GIV U MY TWITTER SO I CAN BE SENT THAT” and the panelists were laughing and tori read the tweet aloud while laughing and i told them the ensemble vore account and eichi was like “well, theyve prob gained more followers today” and i asked if anyone in the audience wanted to see it and omeone rasied their hand so i showed them and they were laughing too and it was Wild.wataru apparently named his doves after fine members and tomoya, and i asked kiryu if he could lift rabits + fine and they nodded and i later asked if he knew that he’s a thicc bara and the fandom thirsts for him and he laughed and nodded. Haji asked them if they’d heard rainbow circus nightcore bassboosted and the eichi said they played it at practice ssometimes (i thick this was ooc not in-character answer) and someone in the audience actually KNEW the person who made that and messaged them and they messaged them that tori said they liked them and the rainbow cisurcus stuff and the person replied w “ Why” and honestly this whole panel was FUN but so someone told us where the en.stars buttons were so the fine group, their friend the kiryu, haji, and i all went to the booth and got buttons and i said goodbye to eeryone and walked around for a minute then haji n i went into the vol.tron talk panel and haji had to leave aww and after that the vol.tron panel was mostly shitty fanfic reading, swearing, and roasts and i wanted to go to vol.tronival but for reason i thought thatd be rude bc the panelists were like “we have to compete w... THAT” and so i stayed and went on my ipad most of the time.

I went to the per.sona 5 q and a and it was so full that i had to stand in the back but they sometimes kept bringing up per.sona 4 and perso.na 3 so i was confused and they said they were abt to start trivia and it might have spoilers so i took that opportunity to leave bc i dont want spoilers and it was kind of boring so i walked around the dealers room and i found a Rock and Uno and i talked to them and turns out the Rock was actually the mondo from the day before bc they said “hey, sweetie!” in a nice tone and i was confused and they were like “ah im the mondo btw!” so we talked and i talked abt how i watched both seasons of nan.baka in like.. 2 days and i was like “uno’s best boy-” and rock (as a joke) went deadpan and walked away and i was like “ROCK IS ALSO A GOOD BOY JUST.. UNO...” and rock came back and i said that uno and nico stole my heart and uno fistbumped me and rock was like “you should cosplay w us sometime~!” and i said i was considering doing uno but couldnt and i cant do most of the characters bc long sleeves and rock said i’d be cute as the chinese qi kid and i was like “i cant paint myself either but thank you!” and they had to leave but i got rock’s tumblr and they called me cute or sweet and i looked around the dealers room for a second more before scurrying to the LL panel and apparently the thing was 2 hours??

but anyway it was p funny and we all just messed around and did q and a and games like handshake  killer and karaoke! i sang half of Sentimental Liars but my voice wasnt as loud as i wouldve liked it and kind of shaky bc i was cold and Nervous and the nico from the panel and another random guy clapped for me and the 2 en.stars fans in front of me said my voice sounded nice and at some point i overheard those 2 talking abt making a screamo cover of melody in the dark and i was like “omfg are yall gonna actually make a cover. go fully hardcore” and Dead girl walking and candy store got sung and it was a Fun panel. the kiryu from earlierwalked in too so when everyone was talkign to eachother near the end of the panel, i asked shino if they wanted to say anything to the kuro and shino asked them how ranking went and the kiryu said they couldnt rank and shino was just so happy and keysmashing and asked f i could say “pls lift me mr.bara” and the kiryu chuckled and the kiryu was like “do they want me to like.. do anyfin?” so i asked shino and all he said was “DAB” so i took a pic of the kiryu dabbing and shino said they hadnt been feeling well so it cheered them up so i told the kiryu that and they said to tell shino that that made them happy and when the kiryu and i swapped tumblr apparently they already follow me and im like “FGNEGN DUDE.. I KNO U IVE SEEN U IN MY FOLLOWERS LIST IM YUMENOSAKIACADEMY ROX...” n they were like “oH” and they showed me a funny post abt shu and i proposed a tri.ch shu hc and then they ahd to leave but i stayed for the vol.tron panel but i was messaging shino thru most of it but i saw lynds (as lance) get hugged by the panel’s lance and i read some en.stars doujins and messaged another friend too so i wasnt paying much attention, then istill stayed in the room for the rw.by panel, but same i was just on my ipad but i saw some of the dares and the jaune sang and stuff and evemtually it was over and i walked around taking pics before going outside to wait for dad to pick me up 

and i took a pic of a pidge, lance, and keith and gav em lollipops and the pidge was like “omg ur nails.. wait, did u go to a hai.kyuu panel last year?” and i was like “ah, no i was casu.al d v a” and they were like “yea, but u went TO  a hai.kyuu panel, yea?” and i said yea and they were like “aa i was the hinata u talked to. i recognized u bc the nails” and i laughed bc thats my only noticable feature, huh. pff