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[nyang3racha]

Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Mechanic!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut | Some Fluff | Strangers to Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~10k | AO3 Synopsis: Chris was the best mechanic you’d ever met. He was good at his craft, capable of bringing your dingy car back to life time and time again. He was, also, excellent at riling you up just by existing, which wasn’t the best when you were absolutely convinced he just wanted to be friends with you. But maybe, just maybe, he’d prove you wrong. Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · reader is clueless · personification of an inanimate object (the car is referred to by name and male pronouns sometimes) · improper use of car related vocabulary probably (author is clueless on the topic, they don’t even know how to drive) · discussions of weight and usage of the word fat (in a very neutral manner) · Christopher is Stronk · special guest appearance: Jisung.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: mechanic!chan was suggested by an “anon” (👀), after they watched this performance, and i felt inspired by the suggestion, so i decided to write a little something for it. a little something that somehow managed to gather more words than i ever expected, as usual. anyway, hope it doesn’t disappoint :^)

fun fact: i dreamt once that i wrote a fic called herbie, so i guess the prophecy has been fulfilled now.

Smut Warnings: the reader has an oral fixation · the reader has sexually charged thoughts (i can’t blame her) · pet names (baby, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, etc) · lots of praising (it’s a staple in my chan fics at this point, oops) · praise kink · strength kink if you squint? · oral [M&F.Rec] · deepthroating/mouth fucking · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Christopher Bang. 

The man who’d saved your ass countless times in the past handful of months. The man who’d been plaguing your thoughts since the very first moment you entered his repair shop.

And to think it was your older brother’s fault. ‘Get a second-hand car’, he said. ‘It’s cheap and super reliable’, he said. ‘Yes, of course it’ll be fine’, he said. Your brother was, ultimately, full of bullshit. You’d never trust his opinion ever again.

Getting a second-hand car was quite possibly the worst financial decision you’d ever taken.

At first you’d been incredibly excited. You even named it Herbie, after the famous car that was… Well, called Herbie. 

With Herbie, you’d be able to get to work faster, you’d no longer have to stay in uncomfortable social situations just because you were waiting for your ride for the night to take you home, you’d no longer have to balance grocery bags on your tiny bicycle, you’d be independent. 

For two months, you were living your best life with Herbie. But then he started showing The Signs.

It started with the AC not turning on, then, the wipers wouldn’t wipe, until eventually, he shut down completely. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, had it not happened while you were driving on the fucking highway. To say you were pissed was an understatement. That day, when that happened, you were fortunate enough to be with your friend, Jisung. 

Not only did Jisung calm your fit of rage, but he also told you he had a friend who fixed cars for a living. ‘He’s very reliable. He won’t overcharge you, really. I vouch for him, trust him with my life at this point’, which, honestly, finding a mechanic these days that wasn’t trying to find problems that weren’t there to overcharge you was hard, so you took Jisung’s advice and took Herbie to Wolfgang: Repair Shop.

That was where you saw Chris the first time.

You could still remember the exact moment your eyes landed on him. Although, to be fair, the first thing you saw were his boots peeking out from below a car.

“Hello?” You heard a thud after you greeted the pair of legs, followed by a very graceful ‘fuck!’.

“Just one second!” He slid from under the car, and when he stood from the creeper, you honestly weren’t prepared.

Broad shoulders, strong, defined arms, a mess of curls on his head, plush, pink lips, and that nose. Jisung had forgotten to give you the most important detail about his friend, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. Even with the oil coating his exposed arms, hands, and the smudge on his cheek, he was probably one of the finest specimens you’d ever seen.

“Can I help you?” He smiled, and God, he had dimples, too. Of fucking course he had to have dimples…

“I’m–I–” You were embarrassing yourself, barely even capable of forming a coherent sentence, all as he looked at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. So you got your bearings, taking a deep breath. “My car keeps dying on me. I’m a friend of Jisung’s, he told me to come to you”.

“Oh!” His eyes widened and he honestly looked beyond surprised. “You are Jisung’s friend?” There was a slight tone of disbelief in his voice, and the way he looked you up and down honestly confused you a bit. Was there a problem with your outfit? It was a bit warm out and this was a nice, comfortable dress… Maybe you were supposed to wear something different to a car repair shop? Maybe it was one of those social rules no one talked about but you were supposed to just know they existed. 

Regardless, you decided to ignore the thought altogether, because he started talking again. “I’m Chris. I’d offer my hand, but I don’t think you’d like to get yours covered in motor oil”, he chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag that hung from his belt, and it genuinely made you smile. “C’mon, let’s take a look at your car and see what we can do. Hm?”

That was how it all started. Chris was polite, he certainly knew his way around these things, and every time you had a problem with Herbie you went to his shop. At some point, you became well acquainted with him, it was impossible not to when Herbie kept dying practically every other week, and when Chris was just so friendly.

You enjoyed spending time at the shop with him, and sometimes you wondered if you were being weird or annoying by staying a bit longer than any customer probably would, but Chris seemed to be just as engaged in the conversation as you were every time, so that spark of doubt in you always died very quickly. 

After a couple of months, Chris simply handed you a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my number. Text me whenever you need’.

And you did. Although, you took a while to text him. You finally did it only because Herbie had started to leak water; after all, that was what he had given you his number for. But it seemed like after that Chris and you just… Started to talk about other things, completely unrelated to Herbie.

“You slut, who you texting with that smile on your face? Did you finally get yourself a man?” Jisung teased you one day when you were hanging out with him, supposedly watching movies.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “As if. You know the only thing I attract are mosquitoes, and it’s only because they want to suck my blood. It’s just Chris. He sent me this funny video of Wolfgang, wanna see?”

Wolfgang was Chris’ dog, an overly excited husky that seemed to be a walking disaster. You told Chris once in passing that you liked dogs, that it cheered you up whenever you saw them do their Dog Things, and since then he started to send you pictures or videos of his dog regularly, which you highly appreciated, they did bring up your mood every time.

Jisung blinked at you. “Christopher Bang? My friend Chris?”

“Yeah? Which other Chris do we both know?” You returned your eyes to your phone, chuckling at a meme Chris had just sent you.

“What’s he sending you? Lemme see”, Jisung grabbed your phone out of your hands, ignoring your protests altogether. “Huh… Would you look at that…”

“Why are you scrolling? Stop that, it’s a private conversation”, you lunged at your friend, trying to get the phone out of his hands. After a bit of jostling he finally relented, and you huffed as you diverted your attention back to the chat with Chris.

Jisung called your name, and you looked up from your phone to your friend, seeing his confused face. “You… You do know he’s flirting with you, right?”

“What?” You laughed at that. “Don’t be ridiculous”.

“I’m being serious”, Jisung turned to face you fully on the sofa, looking at your face very intently. He was quiet for a moment, but then he was gasping–rather dramatically, if you might add. “Oh my God! You haven’t noticed!”

“There’s nothing to notice, Jisung. Chris isn’t flirting with me, don’t be silly”, you chuckled just at the thought. As if the Christopher Bang would be flirting with you.

“You seriously can’t be this dense”, Jisung scoffed, turning back to the movie. “You do you, then. I’m telling you, though. He’s one hundred percent flirting with you”.

How ludicrous. Chris had shown zero interest in you for as long as you’d known him. You were sure he only saw you as a friend at best, and that was only because you were on ‘sending memes’ basis now, before you were just his customer with the dingy car that kept needing repairs. 

You’d admit, though, that after a handful of months, Chris had become a really close friend. He’d text you every morning without fail. Most of the time, he’d send you a picture while he was walking his dog. It could be a picture of Wolfgang, or a picture of the sunrise, or a selfie–those were the hardest ones to look at, to be honest. 

At some point, you realised you had developed a crush on him, and looking at his face in those selfies, still a bit swollen with sleep, with his hair a bit tousled, or with a beanie over his head covering his eyebrows, looking incredibly cuddly, wasn’t helping you cope much.

Sometimes he’d text you while he was in the gym, too. Which would’ve been fine, had he not also started to send you selfies when he was there. They were never anything too revealing, he’d always be fully clothed, but the sight of his reddened hands, his bulging veins after lifting, his flushed face, and just overall sweaty form was just something you didn’t need. It always heated you up, made you suddenly feel like your mouth was just too empty, it’d made your mind wander into very dangerous, and very horny territory. 

It was already hard enough to watch Chris work on Herbie. Whenever he did and you were at the shop, you’d start to fixate on the way the muscles of his exposed arms moved, or how his ass looked when he was bending over the motor to do whichever magic he needed to do, it always made you wonder if he’d be able to perform that magic on you, if his hands would touch you as delicately but as precisely as they did with Herbie’s components, or how it’d be like if you were the one bending over the bonnet, preferably with him just right behind you… Regardless, seeing him also at the gym through his pictures was just too much. He’d sometimes ask you weird questions while he was there, too, which always left you a bit confused.

‘mind if i ask what’s your weight? you dont have to tell me if you dont want to, i’m just curious. i’m trying to bulk up, you see. mine’s…’ You didn’t particularly have a problem with the question itself, you just found it odd that he asked you that out of the blue, and for a brief moment you wondered if he’d been trying to say you were fat–which wouldn’t have been the first time that happened to you, having lived most of your life as person with extra fat on their body for what was considered ideal in this society’s standards had already numbed you to questions like these.

You hadn’t told him right away, you simply sent him a ‘why? are you gonna tell me to lose weight? lol’ to which he replied a string of messages in quick succession ‘oh god no. far from that, you’re perfect just as you are honestly. i’m just curious cuz i want to get to…’ He’d go on about his goals and what-not, and you decided to humour him, since it genuinely didn’t seem like he was trying to make fun of you, he actually never brought up the topic again after that.

Chris wasn’t just handsome, he was also cute, and a bit of a dork. A dork with extensive knowledge in cars and each of their components, but with even more extensive knowledge in pokemon and each and every single type.

‘Ice is strong against dragon and ground, you see? So I have to fight this Garchomp with a pokemon that can do ice attacks, but that can also withstand his attacks, like Gyarados, you know?’ The first time Chris pulled an explanation like that, while he was still covered in Herbie’s oil, you understood why he was friends with Jisung. They were both just dorks. Gym rats and dorks. The oddest combination you could possibly think of, but somehow it just added to their charm. To Chris’ charm specifically.

That balance of his technical knowledge, his hotness, and his dorkness, coupled with just how good of a person he genuinely was–always willing to help, always ready to stand his ground for things he believed in–only made you fall stupidly deeper for him. But you decided to keep these feelings to yourself, you liked having Chris by your side, not only because he was the only one who seemed to be able to bring Herbie back to life, but also because he was just a good friend, and you were sure that if you confessed your feelings things just wouldn’t be the same.

Taking Herbie out these days was always a gamble. You never knew when he was going to break down, but sometimes you really had to take a leap of faith. Most of the time it all went fine, but today, it seemed like he wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. Herbie had decided that breaking down in the middle of nowhere at twenty hours on a Friday was the best idea, which left you on the brink of frustrated, angry tears. 

So, obviously, you called the only person you knew could help you in this situation.

“You alright?” Chris asked as soon as he arrived and stood in front of where you were leaning on your car. “Oh, God. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so fucking done with this car”, you brought your hands to your face, sobbing once the frustration that had built inside of you couldn’t be contained anymore.

“Hey…” You felt Chris’ body heat practically envelop you when he moved into your space, and, had you not been crying like a baby, you’d probably feel a bit flustered about it. “Are you– Can I– Do you want a hug?”

You just nodded–still covering your face with your hands–because of course you wanted a hug. You were trembling with your quiet sobs, so a hug sounded like absolute heaven at this moment, and when Chris finally leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you to him, the fact that Herbie had left you stranded in the middle of nowhere seemed so insignificant now.

Chris was so incredibly warm. The way he softly caressed your back helped ease your trembles, and, eventually, the tears stopped, too. So you finally moved your hands away from your face, bringing your arms around his waist to hug him as well, just as you buried your face on his shoulder–probably leaving small puddles of tears on the fabric of his boilersuit.

That was when you noticed his attire. Similar to how he dressed when he was at the shop, but clearly completely clean. His boilersuit even smelt like his fabric softener still, and… Was he wearing perfume?

You pulled yourself a bit from him, and his calloused hands cradled your face immediately to wipe your tears with his thumbs. You could feel heat spread on your cheeks as he did.

Chris was so close to you still, the heat of his palm on your cheeks seeped into you, shooting straight to your fluttering heart. He truly was incredibly handsome, and as you looked him in the eyes the words left your mouth before you could even think twice about them.

“Wow. Your eyelashes are so pretty”.

A look of surprise crossed Chris’ features, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob, right before he pulled his hands away from your face and opened the driver’s door of your car, giggling. Giggling in that utterly Christopher way he always did.

“Well, yours are, too”, he said while he pulled the lever near the wheel to release the safety latch so he could open the bonnet of your car.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn his ears were red, and you wondered briefly if he might’ve been feeling warm with his boilersuit on, since it was warm tonight, which was why you had decided to wear a dress in the first place. “Were you at the shop when I called?”

“Was on my way”, Chris rounded your car, finally standing in front of it and opening the bonnet. “Ahh, Herbie. You’d certainly seen better days, haven’t you, buddy?” He took his phone from his pocket, switched on the torch, and handed it to you. “Could you hold this for me? Please?”

“Why were you going to the shop this late?” You asked as you pointed the light towards Herbie’s insides.

“Was gonna work on the bike. Angle this a bit, please”, Chris took your hand, angling it however he needed it so he could see whatever it was he needed to see–for you he might as well had been doing dark magic on your car. You saw him push cables around like he knew what each of them was for, which he surely did, this was his livelihood, after all, but it all just looked the same to you, so you were immensely relieved that he was able to help you out tonight.

“You fix cars all day and still have the drive to work on your bike in the evening?” You chuckled, just as Chris moved your hand to point the light somewhere else.

“You’d be surprised how much drive I can have when I’m doing something I like”, there was a smile on his face as he said it, and honestly you couldn’t help but believe him. Just like you couldn’t help but wonder what else he could like that’d fuel that drive of his… “Alright, we’re gonna have to jumpstart it. Gimme a sec”.

Chris left your side for a moment, and he returned almost immediately after with a jumper cable in his hands. Once he had attached it to his 4X4’s and Herbie’s battery, he instructed you to go back to the driver’s seat and to turn the ignition at his signal.

You did as asked, and as soon as you did Herbie came back to life, making you heave a sigh of relief. Chris appeared by your door a few seconds after. “Let’s go to the shop, yeah? I don’t think he’ll make it much further, to be honest”.

And honestly, you didn’t think your car would make it far, either. So you followed Chris’ 4X4 out of the area and through the familiar roads to his repair shop. You couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful, not only because he was helping you now, but because he always did it. Whenever you’d needed him, he’d always been there, which did nothing to appease the ever growing feelings you had for him.

When you made it to Chris’ shop, he simply opened the gate to the garage and signalled you to come in. You got off your car as soon as it was parked, just as Chris was unzipping his boilersuit, revealing his black vest top underneath and his admittedly mouthwatering arms as he tied the top part of the garment around his waist.

“Thank you, Chris. Really”, you told him as soon as he stood in front of you, handing him Herbie’s keys when he opened his palm.

“Oh, please”, he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought, as if what he did was something not even worth thanking him for. “I’m glad you called, I would’ve felt really bad if I couldn’t have helped you with this”, he gave you a smile, one of his blinding smiles that made his dimples appear on his cheeks and his eyes disappear, and you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up and like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Chris made sure to place a wedge behind each of Herbie’s wheels just so the car was secure in place, and then turned to you. “Come with me”.

He guided you to the sink by the corner of the shop. Pumping some soap into his hands and opening the tap, he started to generously lather the suds all over his hands. 

“Come here, you need to wash your hands, too”, Chris took your hands in his, getting them all soapy, making sure to spread the soap between each of your fingers, going as far as to rub your hands between his, or lace his fingers with yours to fulfil the task.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Chris, I didn’t touch anything”.

“You sure?” He chuckled, but his motions didn’t stop. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, no?”

“I guess”, you didn’t think your cheeks could’ve felt any hotter. You seriously hoped it wasn’t that noticeable.

After thoroughly rinsing your hands under the tap, he gave you a clean rag to dry them on just as he motioned for you to follow him again. So you did, walking past his half restored bike and into his office.

Chris placed Herbie’s keys on the designated case that corresponded to the number in which you had parked your car, and then turned to the minifridge. “You want a soda?”

“Sure”, you took the glass bottle from him as soon as he opened it and handed it to you. You always found it odd that he had glass bottles and not cans, considering how little space he had in that fridge. When you asked him about it once Chris simply went on about how ‘cans just don’t taste the same! The soda tastes so much better when it’s drunk from a bottle’, and as soon as he said that you just couldn’t untaste it anymore. Glass bottles were, ultimately, superior.

“‘Suppose I’ll get an uber”, you sighed after you took a sip of your drink, walking a bit so you could lean against the wall.

“An uber? Nonsense, I’ll drive you home, don’t worry”, Chris took a sip of his drink, just as he leaned on his desk.

“Aw, c’mon. You already went out of your way to rescue me. I don’t wanna take more of your time”.

Chris scoffed. “Don’t make me beg”.

“I wouldn’t dare”, you chuckled, although you were suddenly curious of what would happen if you did make him beg… “But what about your bike?”

“The bike won’t be ready anytime soon. The only reason I was coming here was because I was restless at home. Now I’d much rather spend some time with you, to be honest”, Chris took a sip of his drink again, and suddenly holding his gaze felt like too much, but the way your eyes decided to focus on his Adam’s apple moving with every sip he took wasn’t that much easier.

“You know…” Chris said after a few moments of silence, pulling your eyes back up from where they had been glued to his neck. “I think it might be time for you to consider letting Herbie go. It’s been months, and I honestly don’t think I can save him”.

You sighed. “I know… But I fear I’ve grown attached to the damned thing. Besides, wouldn’t you lose your most regular customer?” You added the last part with a chuckle, taking a sip of your drink right after.

Chris chuckled. “So you’re saying you only talk to me ‘cause of Herbie?”

You almost choked on your drink. “N–no. Of course not. You’re a good friend, Chris. Truly”. 

He placed his drink on the desk, and a smirk made its way onto his face. “Just a good friend?”

“Uhh… A great friend?” You laughed softly, drinking some more of your soda.

Chris went silent for a moment. As you saw him worry at his bottom lip and looking anywhere but where you were standing, you wondered if you had said something wrong. That was, until he chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m a good friend, to be honest”, he crossed his arms over his chest, bouncing his leg a bit. “Good friends don’t secretly hope for their friend’s car to break down so they’d call them for help”. 

You were just bringing your bottle to your lips, but his words made you stop in your tracks. “What?”

Chris looked at you for a moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but then he was tipping his head to the side and laughing. “God, I seriously didn’t believe Jisung at first, but you really are dense for some things, aren’t you?” 

“I am… So confused right now”.

Chris shook his head a bit, and he walked closer to you. “Let me tell you a secret…” He got into your space, close enough that you could smell his perfume, and the proximity made you swallow the saliva that seemed to have suddenly pooled in your mouth. Leaning into you, he brought his mouth to your ear, whispering. “I really, really like you”.

You blinked, and you honestly felt like your brain had short-circuited. “You… What?”

No way was Christopher Bang telling you he liked you. There was just no way. You would’ve noticed… You would’ve, right? You definitely would’ve… Wouldn’t have you noticed?

Suddenly you remembered Jisung. How he’d tried to tell you multiple times throughout the past few months that Chris was flirting with you, that you should shoot your shot, but you honestly had never believed him, because it seemed just so ridiculous to you that Chris could even look at you in that light.

“I’ve, uh… Liked you for a while. A long, long while”, Chris pulled himself away from your space completely, and he looked at your face for a moment. A moment that you stayed completely silent, still trying to process the fact that Chris liked you… And for a while now.

You saw his brows furrow as he chewed on his bottom lip. Then he was speaking again. “I just… Couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore. When we hugged earlier I realised I wanted to do that more, and that I should probably grow a pair and tell you already. I’d like to take you on a date, if you want, but I can understand if you don’t want to…”

He was rambling. A lot. Saying a lot of things. This was the Nervous Chris you’d only seen a couple of times, the Nervous Chris whose coping mechanism was just to jump to conclusions and talk in a single breath. Suddenly, it all seemed to click into place. The good morning texts, the selfies, the late night talks at the shop after Herbie had died on you time and time again, it was so clear to you now.

“If you don’t like me back that’s fine, you can just say so, I won’t take it to hear–”

You kissed him.

It was barely anything. Just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to shut him up, enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise, and, to your own selfish delight, enough to bring a delicate blush to his cheeks.

“I like you, too”, you said simply, still a bit shocked by his confession, a bit shocked by your confession coming out of your own mouth. You honestly never thought you’d be able to say that to him out loud, but you did. Just like he had.

Chris looked stunned for a bit. But that stunned look didn’t last long, it quickly turned to something else, something raw and incredibly alluring. Stepping into your space again, he brought a hand to the back of your head, holding you in place just as his other hand took the bottle from your hands to place it on the tool cart next to you, right as his lips found yours.

This kiss was nothing like the peck you’d given him. It was loaded with need and want and lust. So much of all of it you couldn’t even believe how blind you’d been. Every press of his lips against yours kindled the fire that started to burn in the pit of your stomach. When his hand joined the other cradling your head, you just couldn’t help the small whimper that came out of your mouth, and that tiny noise seemed to have spurred Chris on, enough to press you flush against the wall as his tongue made its way inside your mouth, as your arms wrapped around his waist.

Heat was spreading quickly inside of you, and you were starting to feel lightheaded–whether it was due to the shock, or due to how Chris was pressing you against the wall, or due to the motions of his kiss and the lack of oxygen, you weren’t too sure. One of your hands laid palm flat on the small of his back, while the other pressed between his shoulder blades, and the hum that came out of his mouth seemed to have travelled all the way to your heart, making it beat even faster in your chest.

Chris detached his mouth from yours, only for a moment, enough to talk. “Does this mean…” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “That you’d like…” And another. “To go on a date?” This kiss lasted a bit longer than the others, it lasted until you nodded your head.

“Yes”, you pressed a kiss on his lips, just as your arms moved to loop around his neck and his wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly closer to him. “Would love to”.

He hummed again, and he immediately resumed the soft movement of his lips on yours. Keeping you tight against him for a while. Until it seemed like his brain had caught up with him. 

“We should probably stop”, but he didn’t stop kissing you, just like you didn’t, either. You just couldn’t get enough of his full lips on yours, of his tongue pushing against yours.

“Do you want to?” Your fingers made their way through the curls at the back of his head, holding the strands between them just how you’d dreamt to do so many times throughout the past handful of months.

“God, no”, and you believed him, not only because of how desperate he sounded when he said it, but also because he just kept kissing you, talking in between quick pecks of his lips. “But I don’t want… To make it seem… Like this is all I want… You know?”

You knew. You knew because you were thinking exactly the same thing. You could feel him against your pubic bone, hard, warm, and it all made you incredibly wet, maybe embarrassingly so. But this was Chris, it was hard to feel embarrassed with him, which was part of the reason why you had developed feelings for him in the first place.

You hummed, just to let him know that you understood what he was trying to say without removing your lips from his. As you kissed him, as you felt him and his warmth, your mind started to cloud a bit. The mix of his motions, of the months and months of pining for him, and the even more months of self-inflicted celibacy clearly made it so logical thinking wasn’t your strongest attribute at this time.

“Would you still… Take me on a date… If I sucked you off right now?” The words flew past your mouth between kisses, too fast for you to even think twice and stop them.

“Shit…” Chris pulled himself away from your lips completely, looking you in the eyes. As you took in the flush on his face, his plush, kiss-bitten lips, and his blown pupils, you couldn’t help but think just how incredibly beautiful he looked like this. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead serious”, your chest was heaving, and your fingers carded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails, making Chris bite his lip and take a deep breath.

“Of course I would. I’d take you to the fucking moon even if I got it wet right now”.

You chuckled at that, and pressed a brief kiss on his lips. “A date is enough, babe”.

“Babe, huh?” Chris took a deep breath, just as you pushed him away from you a bit, enough to have space so you could drop to your knees, uncaring of your bare skin touching the floor. All you could care about was the outline of his length against his clothes when you pressed your hand on it.

“Sorry, you don’t like ‘babe’?” You looked up at him, right in the eyes, just as you untied the sleeves of his boilersuit from around his waist.

“I like it a lot, actually”, there was a bit of a smug smirk on his face, and it had you licking your lips.

Just as you were about to pull the bottom of his suit further down, he brought a hand to one of yours, diverting your eyes back up to his. His gaze had softened, and the smile on his face coupled with that look in his eyes made you flush further. “You don’t have to, seriously. Don’t feel obligated to do it”.

“I don’t”, you reassured him. “I want to do it. Badly. But only if you want it, too”.

“Fuck… I do. So bad”, he licked his lips, and he moved his hand away from yours to place it on your head instead. “You’ve got no idea how much, shit…”

So you resumed your motions, tugging his bottoms along with his underwear, enough for his length to spring free of its confinements. You weren’t surprised with the sight, honestly. A pretty face like his surely came with a pretty cock, too. So of fucking course it was pretty, especially so as precum pooled at its tip, especially when it looked just so delectably hard. It was a bit on the girthier side, but nothing too crazy, nothing you couldn’t handle. If anything, it just made your mouth water, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Shit…” You took him in your hand, spreading around the bead of precum that had collected on his tip to give him a couple of tentative pumps, making him swear under his breath and bite his bottom lip. “How do you like it?”

“Fuck… Sloppy. Make it as wet as you can, the messier the better”, the words flew past his lips, completely shamelessly, almost as if he didn’t even need to think about them. Chris seemed to be transfixed on the sight of your hand working his length, and you took that opportunity to spit on it, making him groan while you started to coat him in your saliva.

So you delayed no further, dying for a taste, and a taste you got. As soon as your lips wrapped around his tip Chris swore. Loudly. He threw his head back and his fingers seemed to tighten a bit on your head, but he didn’t move you, he let you keep the pace as you saw fit. You started slow, holding him by the base and just bobbing your head for your lips to repeatedly catch on the ridge of his head and for your tongue to rub against the frenulum on the underside, taking him deeper into your mouth with every other stroke.

The moment you opened your eyes and your gaze found his, your inner walls involuntarily clenched around nothing, and suddenly you felt like you needed some relief. But you ultimately decided to keep your focus on Chris, on his lustful gaze, on his furrowed brows, on his gentle hold on your head, and the grunts and groans threatening to come out of his mouth, dampened by the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip.

He wanted it messy and sloppy, so you were ready to give it to him messy and sloppy. It’d been a while since you’d done this, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. With a deep breath, you took him in deeper, breaching past the initial resistance for him to ease into your throat.

“Oh, fuck… You’re kidding… Shit…” Chris threw his head back, letting the most delicious noises out of his mouth, almost making you lightheaded with how aroused his heavy cock in your mouth coupled with his blissed out sounds got you.

You took your time slurping him up, uncaring if saliva dribbled out of your mouth as you worked against your gag reflex, feeling tears quickly collect in the corner of your eyes. When you felt confident enough with your motions, you brought your hand to his that held your head in place, while you placed the other on his hip, holding him tightly. 

“You want me to move, pretty? Fuck your perfect little mouth?” You nodded in response, humming around his length.

Slowly, he started to thrust into your mouth. Chris was being extremely careful, being mindful of every controlled push of his hips, but even with his slow pace, you couldn’t help but moan as soon as he started moving, making him groan in response. That was when you finally gave into your own desires, moving your hand away from his that lay on your head to bring it under your dress so you could press circles on your clit over your underwear, eliciting broken whimpers from your mouth.

“Shit, look at you…” Chris looked fucked out of his mind already, with his heaving chest and the increasing pace of his hips. You were sure you weren’t looking any more collected than he was, especially when you started to feel tears finally fall from the corner of your eyes every time you blinked.

With one particularly precise thrust of his hips, Chris’ length went in further than you were used to, essentially choking you on his cock, making you gag harshly. Chris pulled his length out of your mouth, and you gasped for air immediately.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good with that mouth… Come here, beautiful”, Chris helped you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were standing on your feet and pressing kisses all over your cheeks. You were still panting a bit, flushed from exertion, but Chris kissed you anyway, and you kissed him back, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Need to taste you”, he mumbled between pecks of his lips. “Please, please, please let me eat you out”.

You just nodded, very eagerly if you might add. But you honestly couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed about it, not when Chris begged so fervently for it. Just the thought of seeing him between your legs had you already clenching with need.

While you kissed, Chris removed his arms from your waist. You felt him fumble with his underwear and his boilersuit, hastily wrapping it around his waist, and before you could even register what he was doing, he was taking a hold of your ass and scooping you into his arms.

“Chris, fuck, wait. I’m heavy as hell”, you were slightly alarmed, but your legs wrapped around his waist for stability anyway just as you held onto his shoulders.

“Heavy?” Chris chuckled, moving towards his desk. “Baby, I can lift almost thrice your weight”.

“You, what?” You asked, a bit confused–and also aroused, because, fuck, how strong was this man…–Chris pushed away some of the items on his desk to sit you on it, close to the edge. After all the revelations that had come to light earlier, it finally dawned on you. “Is that… Why you asked what my weight was all those months ago?”

“Of course! Needed to make sure that if I ever got a chance I was able to do everything I wanted”, he dropped to his knees, starting to press tender kisses up your shins. “Must admit I had to stop whole hip thrusts sets sometimes because I’d get so fucking hard halfway through, fuck”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, a hearty, and slightly incredulous laugh. “Holy shit. I genuinely thought you would tell me I had to lose weight at some point”.

“What? I’d never”, Chris chuckled, bringing his hands to your thighs, squeezing them. “I mean, it’s your body, you can do whatever you want, but know that I find you incredibly attractive however you look”, he moved his hands further up, right under the hem of your dress to finally hook his fingers on the waistband of your underwear. “Can I take these off, gorgeous?”

“Yes”, you giggled, feeling yourself heating up further just by his words and the feeling of his hands on your skin. With your hands on the desk you lifted your hips enough for him to slip the garment down your legs and off of you. He threw your underwear on the desk, and they landed somewhere behind you.

Bringing his hands back to your thighs, Chris rubbed circles with his thumbs for a second, only to finally move them further up, catching the hem of your dress and bringing it with him as he went. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. That was, until he finally pushed your legs apart. With the way he swore under his breath and the way his eyes seemed to get impossibly darker as soon as he took sight of your seeping core, any nervousness seemed to have been obliterated, and you couldn’t help but feel just so incredibly wanted.

“Fuck… Even here, huh?” He threw your legs over his shoulders, and you felt yourself heat up in anticipation. “Plump, pretty… Shit…”

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, it was honestly almost pathetic how affected you felt just by the things he was saying and the sight of him between your legs.

“You know…” Chris pressed his lips to your inner thigh, sucking harshly, leaving marks on your skin, making you inhale a shaky breath. “This is the exact same dress you were wearing the first time you came into my shop”.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You remember what I was wearing?”

“Hm, ‘course I do”, he moved his attention back to your eyes, just as he pressed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of you in this fucking dress for months, baby…”

“You have?”

“I have”, one of his hands came to grip your thigh, while the other moved to your hip, giving you a hefty squeeze. “How do you like it, pretty? Or how do you not like it, for that matter?”

You licked your lips, suddenly transfixed by the sight of his lips brushing your skin. “Gentle sucks go a long way. I’m a bit, uh… Sensitive”.

“Sensitive, huh? ‘Course you are… Hold this for me, hm?” He took a hold of your hand and brought it to one of your thighs, just as he spread you open further, propping your foot on the desk. So you did as asked, keeping your legs open as he diverted his attention back to your heat. “Good girl… Just like that…”

As soon as he spread you with two of his fingers, and he dived, landing soft, tentative licks on your clit, you knew you were done for. Your whole body jolted a bit, and a soft whimper escaped your mouth. “Oh, fuck…”

Chris just hummed, moving to lick at your entrance, getting a taste of your essence with his brows pulled together, looking just so fucking delighted. Just the thought that he was genuinely enjoying himself got you moaning a bit louder under the quickening movements of his tongue, and as soon as his lips pressed on your clit, giving you those gentle sucks you had asked for, your mind just disconnected completely.

He took his time working you up, turning you to a whimpering mess just with his lips and his tongue, gradually increasing his tempo to build your upcoming release. Whenever he dipped lower to lick at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit with every movement of his head, he was essentially making out with your cunt and you would gladly let him do whatever and however he wanted. Your nerve endings were on fire, your toes curled with need, and your walls clenched with his unrelenting pace.

When he detached his mouth from your core you almost wanted to cry, but he only did it for a second, enough to ask a “Fingers, baby?” only to press his lips to your sensitive skin again, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking it with his tongue.

You weren’t sure if the ‘yes’ actually came out of your mouth, you vaguely only registered your eager nodding and the soft moan that escaped your lips as soon as you felt one of his digits at your entrance. Chris groaned against your skin as soon as he inserted the first finger to the knuckle, the vibration of the sound further fueling that fire in the pit of your stomach. He pumped his finger in tandem with his tongue on your clit, touching and prodding and gauging your reactions to his every move.

One particularly sharp nudge of his finger on your walls had you moaning a bit louder than you were before, and Chris seemed to have picked it up immediately, because he plunged a second finger right after and started pumping his digits in and out, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his lips gently sucked on your clit. You needed to have a hand on the desk to keep yourself up, to maintain some stability, so you shuffled your foot a bit and simply let go of your thigh to bring the hand that was holding it to his head, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing him further against you with a whimper.

Chris groaned as soon as your fingers threaded through his hair, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers and his tongue, bringing you further and further towards the edge, and God if you needed to tip over that edge… With how well he was working you up you felt your lower belly tighten with exertion, and your walls spasm more frequently around his fingers.

“Chris… Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close, please–” You almost choked with the moan that came out of your mouth after you spoke, since Chris immediately started ramming his fingers into you harder, faster, just as his plush, now swollen lips kept sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

He was absolutely determined to give you your relief, and as soon as you were able to open your eyes and look at him, the look in his eyes, lustful, greedy, was enough to finally push you over the edge. Searing heat spread all over your body with your release, pure pleasure overflowed each and every one of your senses, making you perceive nothing but Chris, Chris, Chris, and his lips between your legs, and his hair between your fingers, and his fingers inside of you.

Chris’ motions didn’t relent until you were thoroughly satisfied, until you weakly pushed on his head with a ‘shit, baby, enough, please’ when he had you on the brink of oversensitivity. As soon as his mouth detached from your heat, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean before he finally stood up and caught your mouth in a heated kiss. The fact that you could taste yourself on his lips only seemed to spur you on further, making you whimper while you brought a hand to the back of his head and took a handful of his curls to finally get completely lost in the motions of his kiss.

“So pretty, fuck…” He mumbled when his mouth disconnected from yours, cradling your head in his hands as he smothered your face with kisses. “So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, shit…”

His borderline adoring words had you feeling tingly all over, somehow both making your heart swell in your chest and your walls involuntarily flutter even when they were still sporadically spasming from the after effects of your orgasm. When Chris kissed you again, you looped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your hips, pulling him flush to you, heaving chest against heaving chest, getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands kneading your flesh.

“Holy fuck”, you chuckled as soon as Chris’ lips parted from yours, and he followed suit, chuckling while he made his way to your neck, to press kisses all over your skin.

“Mmm, I know, right?”

Chris hugged you close, leisurely kissing and licking your neck and shoulders. His soft, lingering touches seemed to shoot straight to the deepest areas within your heart, and even though you’d just had a mind-numbing orgasm, you certainly wanted more. More of him.

“Chris?” You mumbled, hugging him a bit tighter.

“Mm?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then moved to take his earlobe between your teeth, tugging gently before you whispered, “want you”.

Chris took in a shaky breath, and he pulled himself away from your neck to look at your face. God, you wanted to kiss him, his flushed face and his swollen lips would be a sight that’d haunt your wettest dreams from now on, you just knew. 

He licked his lips. “We don’t have to, pretty”.

“Mm… You’re right, we don’t have to”, dragging one of your hands from his shoulders, down his chest, his abdomen, all the way to his length, you pressed your palm firmly, feeling him still hard under your grasp. “But do you want to?”

“Fuck, yeah, I want to”, Chris held your hips tighter, and you wondered if you’d see bruises tomorrow just as he placed a kiss on your lips. “I want you so bad”.

“You have me. Right here, baby. You can have me right here”, you mumbled against his lips, pressing a kiss there right after, just as Chris swore under his breath.

“Shit… Gimme a sec”, he detached himself from you, rounding the desk and pulling one of the drawers open, muttering to himself. “There were some here, I’m sure…”

You turned to look at him, oddly amused by the way he carelessly moved things around in his drawers. “What are you looking for?”

“Aha! These”, he pulled a three piece box of condoms, and he turned it around a few times in his hand with a frown on his face. “I seriously hope these aren’t expired…”

You chuckled at the sight of his focused face, amused, but also incredibly curious. “Why do you even have a box of condoms in your desk’s drawers? How many girls have you had in here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one”, he chuckled, opening the package and taking one of the foil packets out, examining it closely for a moment, only to finally heave a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Not expired”.

With a smile on your lips, you quirked a brow at him, just as you watched him round the desk again to stand in front of you. He shrugged to your silent question, taking the foil packet between his teeth so he could untie the top of his boilersuit from around his hips and tug the rest and his underwear down enough so his length was free again, and you’d admit you got a bit distracted by the sight.

With the corner of the condom packet still held in place by his teeth, he finally tore it open, and you took the bit of foil that was still in his mouth to drop it somewhere on the desk while Chris carefully slid the condom down his length.

“You’d be surprised how many things a condom can be used for when working with cars. They’re always useful when you need to get creative and use whatever you have at hand”, Chris stood between your parted legs, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing.

“What kind of MacGyver bullshit is that?” You chuckled, but the sound quickly turned into a surprised yelp when Chris held you tightly and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk.

“They’ve always been helpful when I’ve needed them”, leaning into you, Chris placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss just as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading your juices around and teasing your clit in the process, making you whimper into his mouth. “But I’ll be honest, I’ve never been more happy to have them at hand than I do right now”.

You brought a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head, pulling him for a brief kiss. “Put them to good use, then”.

“Demanding, are we?” Chris chuckled, but he lined himself with your entrance anyway, slowly easing his length into your heat. “Oh, shit…”

It was a stretch, alright, but he was being just so incredibly careful, and you appreciated it, you really did. But you were also incredibly desperate to be filled, so you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed on his ass with your heel, urging him on, making him jut his hips further forward.

“Shit… Have mercy on me, will you?” He mumbled against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss on your skin while his now free hand made its way to your hip again, holding you tightly.

“Want you”, you replied simply, probably whinier and less demanding that you were trying to sound, but Chris complied with your request anyway, finally thrusting all the way in, making you gasp with just how incredibly full you felt.

“Want you, too”, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. The thought of waking up tomorrow and seeing his marks on your neck or your hips made you flush impossibly further, even as he moved along to press kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder. “Want you so bad I’m genuinely about to burst just by being inside you right now. Need a second”.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, you made him turn away from your shoulder to look at you, and the way he bit his lip before he leaned in for a kiss had you involuntarily clenching around him, eliciting a choked groan from his lips.

“Fuck, driving me nuts… Seriously, we’re gonna have… The best fucking date ever… You’ll see…” He mumbled his words between kisses, and it genuinely had you laughing, because of course he was still thinking about your future date. “C’mon, beautiful. Hold on to me”.

So you did, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, burying one of your hands in his hair, all while he placed one hand on the small of your back, and the other on the desk for stability. Finally, Chris moved, starting a rhythm with precise thrusts, making you gasp at the sensation of his length dragging against your walls, making him groan.

“Fuck, shit… That’s good. So good. Feel so fucking perfect around me, baby. Perfect”, with the increase of his tempo you could barely register the words coming out of his mouth, all you could do was whine while you nodded in agreement, hoping that he, too, would know how just incredibly good he felt inside of you.

The way Chris kissed you, almost desperate, the way he started to ram into you, stretching you so deliciously you were already starting to feel lightheaded, all combined had that little bit of sanity you had left in you leave your body entirely, finally letting you succumb to just your utmost primal need for pleasure. But more specifically, for pleasure you could share with Chris.

You honestly couldn’t tell how long you spent getting pounded to that desk, you could just feel Chris’ cock repeatedly splitting you open and his lips on yours and the words that he’d occasionally mumble against your skin, his words of praise and encouragement that had you once again feeling tingly all over, words that fed that pool of arousal inside of you, threatening to spill it all over. You vaguely registered words of your own leave your mouth, too. Words that seemed to spur him on, that seemed to pull blissed-out sounds from his lips and yours nonstop. 

“Lean back a bit for me, gorgeous”, and you couldn’t help but comply, removing one of your hands from his shoulders to place it behind you to lean on it, leaving just enough space between your bodies for Chris to sneak his hand between your bodies, finding your clit and drawing fervent circles on your already oversensitive bud, eliciting a moan from your lips as soon as he did. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that, milk my cock just like that, huh…”

“Chris–” You honestly weren’t sure what you were even going to tell him, you could just feel your next high approaching increasingly fast, and you needed it. You needed it badly.

“It’s fine, pretty. Whenever you’re ready, just let go”, he mumbled the words against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss on it, a complete contrast to his sharp thrusts and the fast movement of his fingers between your legs. “Want to feel you so bad, fuck…”

“Shit–” With a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, you finally got that sweet, sweet relief. The feeling spread all throughout your body, dragging sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure out of your mouth, making your legs shake from exertion as you tried to keep your hold around Chris’ torso.

Bringing both of his hands to your hips for leverage, Chris chased his own release, his grunts and groans getting lost in your mouth while he kissed you again. One, two, three thrusts and he was flush against you, shooting his load into the condom while he was buried as deep as he could within your warmth, a mix of his groans and your name and a colourful string of swears flying past his lips as he rode the waves of his ecstasy with minute rolls of his hips.

“Holy fuck”, he cradled your face in his hands, pulling you in for one more heated kiss while he came down from his high, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I agree”, you were panting a bit, breathless, leaning back on both of your hands as you tried to catch your breath.

Chris laughed, a hearty laugh that had a smile appearing on your face immediately. Taking a hold of the condom by the base of his length to make sure it was secure in place, he finally pulled out, carefully sliding it off of him, tying a knot and throwing it in the bin by his desk. You missed his warmth inside of you immediately.

Taking a roll of toilet paper from one of the tool carts nearby, he quickly cleaned any remnants of his release from his length before he was tucking it back into his briefs, finally wrapping the top of his boilersuit around his waist again. With more paper in hand Chris asked you to ‘please open up those pretty legs for me, hm?’ so he could clean you up, helping you back into your underwear right after.

As soon as you were standing back on your–admittedly unsteady–feet, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a quick kiss on your lips only to move up and press another on your forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay”, you chuckled, melting into his embrace. “Everything hurts, though. How’re you?”

“On cloud nine”, he replied simply, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making your heart race with the sight.

When Chris finally detached himself from you, he reached for the soda he’d taken out of your hands earlier, giving it back to you once you told him ‘I still want to drink it. Even if it’s not cold anymore, seriously’, and after a bit of back and forth he simply relented.

“Would you…” Chris started to ask, while he bent down to take the bag out of the bin. “Would you like to come to my place? I mean, I can take you to yours, too, that’s fine, but I figured, you know, you could stay over, and we could have dinner, and I can make you breakfast tomorrow, and I’m sure Wolfgang would love to see you, and we could cuddle to sleep, you know? But if you don’t want to, it’s fin–”

You took a hold of his hand, squeezing it in yours to stop his rambling. “I’d love to”.

Chris just giggled a bit, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and tugging you out of his office back to the garage once he’d switched off the light. When you were outside, you made your way to his 4X4, watching him chuck the small bin bag from his office into the bigger bin out in the garage and going through the motions of switching every light off in here, too.

As you watched him, your eyes drifted to Herbie, parked in his–by now–usual spot. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time you considered letting him go. He’d served you well for those two months at the beginning, and when you were in a pinch he was very forgiving, but his condition was unsustainable at this point.

As soon as Chris was by your side again he gave you a kiss for good measure, opening his 4X4’s passenger door for you. You just smiled at him, pressing one more kiss on his lips before you finally hopped in. Chris rounded the bonnet and started to very animatedly talk about a funny thing Wolfgang had done just this morning, gesturing with his hands while he recounted the event, making you laugh.

While Chris drove you two to his place, with soft music playing on the radio, with his hand occasionally shifting from the gear lever to squeeze your thigh, all while a light, easy conversation flowed between you two, you figured that Herbie might’ve been the worst financial decision you’d ever made, but at the very least, he’d brought you to Chris, so you really couldn’t hold a grudge against him, not when you felt so incredibly light and couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

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[oddinary4bts]

CC ch 7 has to be my fave so far. I literally have no words yet I have so much to say. Girl first of all WHAT THE FUCK. You’re so talented it’s actually unbelievable. This was SUCH a good chapter filled with so many emotions. It truly was a rollercoaster but it ended on a better note than I could have imagined and as much as I’m aware that the upcoming angst is probably gonna sucker punch me in the gut, I’m just gonna enjoy their little bubble for now lmao. 😭 I LOVE how much of a simp Jungkook is for oc. He just wants to spend all his time with her and he tells her how much he enjoys her company and he doesn’t hide it, it’s SO DAMN CUTE 🥹 I love oc for keeping her doubts about Jk between the two of them, especially with the whole Colton situation. She’s protective of him no matter what and doesn’t just believe anything she gets told about him but gives him the time and place to explain himself, she forms her own opinion by her own experiences with him and I love that sm. AND THEN THE BEST PART 😭 Jk willing to risk everything and telling her how much he wants her and that he’ll tell Tae because he just wants to be with her so badly. The intimacy of them holding each other whilst he tells her he won’t hurt her even though she’s scared of that. 🥺 AND THEN HIM TELLING HER “you better not be fucking anyone else, your pussy is mine” 🥵💀😭🧎🏻‍♀️ yes. Yes it is. The smut you write is always good but this was beyond perfection. I actually genuinely had to take a breather, close my eyes and compose myself at certain parts because fuck me, insane. AND THE FLUFF don't even get me started 😩 him wanting to shower with her and sleep with her in the same bed especially the part where she asks him if he wants to sleep in his bed and he asks her "with you?" Just to clarify she means together before he gives her an answer because he'd rather sleep on her mattress if it means sleeping next to her, is soooooo fucking adorable I have no words.

I cannot wait for the next chapter and to see what happens on the New York trip. He's so whipped with her and switched up so fast on not dating anyone to wanting to be with her and dating her. When she asked him "does that mean you love me?" I just know mans was thinking "I'm getting there" 🤫🤭

I love them SO SO much.

You slayed once again miss girl. I can’t wait to see his pov of this chapter eventhough he told her exactly how he felt I want to see his convo with Colton, his reaction to oc kissing Jin, him deciding to tell oc how he feels and why, what he was thinking during the smut and asking her to go to New York with him.

Lots of loveeee 💗

AH THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🥹 looking back I realize that I fully agree with everyone, ch 7 is probably the best (or one of the best) in the series bc of all the emotions that it holds, you know?? Like everything you pointed out I’m like HELL YEAH🥹

Jungkook switching up so fast is just a sign that he has been WAITING for this moment to happen for so so long bc he was into her from the very beginning🥰🥰 and he wants to prove it to her in every way bc he doesn’t want to lose her before he’s even had her🥹

I can’t wait for y’all to read the next chapter, it gives a lot more perspective about who Jungkook is as a person and why he is the way that he is and I just love him so so much😭

As fr his pov, I’ve been thinking about it and I think it’s going to be good🤭

Thank you so much for reading✨

[bandaged-writer]

Heyy, how are You?? Since the requests are open, I wanted to ask for a scenario. Dazai Is in love with the new waitress at the ADA cafè, but this girl keeps on turning down his offers, because She doesnt trust him (hes a womanizer and a suicidal maniac). Also because Shes very sick and doesnt know if Shell be alive in the future (spoiler She Will). Hope the requests isnt top specific. Have a Nice day 💜💜💜

i changed some bits of your requests; hopefully you don't mind, dear nonnie 🧎🏻‍♀️

genre. fluff, a hint of angst

words. 1k

warnings. reader fearing death

summary. "When the time comes for you to die, I will gladly accompany you to the other side. Until then, let us enjoy a cup of coffee."

To Dazai, you were an enigma. Although your eyes were as kind as the latte in his hands, your words choked him much like Kunikida's bony fingers occasionally crushed his windpipe. Open to a chat with him, you'd let him hold your hand, play with your fingers and a smile would appear on your pretty features. But said smile was always accompanied by a string of words that shattered his hopes like glass:

"I can't go out with customers, Dazai."

Where you got such a sharp tongue from, Dazai didn't know, but he liked that about you. A little unpredictable, but still an open book that he'd like to flip open and read until he could quote it from the very top to the very end.

The sun was setting, the Agency was closed for the day when Dazai trudged into Uzumaki's and the bell above him sang a tune. As always, you were quick to greet him with a saccharine smile on your lips and a kind tone in your voice. "It's nice to see you, Dazai. The regular?"

"Yes, please," he said and took a seat at the counter.

With patience, you let boiled water drip into the coffee powder which was steadily dripping into the cup you had whipped out for your favorite customer. "Tell me, how was work?"

"It was such a pain!," Dazai exclaimed with dramatic gestures and ranted about Kunikida forcing him to do paperwork for the latest case which involved a murder with a surprising twist. "But now I'm all better. A face like yours is like balm to the soul, belladonna!"

At that, you sighed and served Dazai his usual cup of coffee with milk, sugar and a shot of something that made this coffee uniquely yours. "You know I can't go out with you, Dazai."

As he gazed at you over his cup of coffee, he knew you were lying. For the longest time, he believed your little trick until the day he asked the owner of Uzumaki's about this imaginary rule you had come up with. As it turned out, your words were nothing but a string of pretty lies. "We both know such a rule doesn't exist."

Your eyes widened in surprise before they morphed into a guilty gaze.

"Tell me. Why are you lying to me when you obviously enjoy my advances towards you?" Dazai put his coffee down with a dull thud and watched the internal conflict within you unfold. Uncertainty swam in your fingertips that nervously fiddled with the hem of your uniform or picked at the skin along your fingernails. "You always say you can't, but you never explicitly said no."

A sigh of defeat slipped your rosy lips. You should've given Dazai more credit for his ability to read between the lines like no one ever could. Yosano had warned you that Dazai wouldn't buy the blatant lie forever and would someday question you about the infamous question of why. And so, you found yourself struggling in front of Dazai who loved your coffee, liked a good book and genuinely appreciated your company.

Your throat bobbed as you finally decided to spill the beans.

"I don't have a lot of time left to live," you admitted with a hand placed on your chest and the ghost of a smile upon your lips. "My heart is weak, Dazai. Sooner or later, I will.." Painfully, you avoided the brunette's gaze and your own fell to the tips of your shoes.

You didn't have to finish the sentence for Dazai to piece the shards of you together. So that was why you'd occasionally be missing, why he'd sometimes see you leaving the hospital, why you'd claw at the fabric covering your chest. Dazai took your free hand in his and gifted you with a smile so genuine that you could finally put some faith in him.

"When the time comes for you to die, I will gladly accompany you to the other side. Until then, let us enjoy a cup of coffee."

Tears brimmed your eyes and rolled down the apple of your cheeks. Bringing his palm to your cheek, you nuzzle into his touch and gaze at him through a lens of love, impending doom and curiosity. It was stupid to cry over a mere cup of coffee, but for you, it was so much more than that. Whenever Dazai ordered his regular coffee, you knew you'd get to chat with him and gain a piece of the space that was his mind; so mysterious, endlessly deep, and yet so beautiful.

Over a cup of coffee, he'd flirt with you, hold your hand and tell you a few jokes in hopes of wooing you with his humor which was, unarguably, questionable at times. Over a cup of coffee, he'd bring you one of his books, decorated with sticky notes and his thoughts on a certain paragraph.

But Dazai didn't know about the shelf of medication in your home. He didn't know about the amount of pills you had to swallow within a day nor did he know about all the nights you spent crying in a hospital bed. You were a wreck, but you had no clue that Dazai was just as miserable as you were. Things about him, about you, were merely waiting to be discovered.

"Dazai, please.. Don't say things you don't mean."

Dazai was gentle when he bumped his forehead against your own. The warmth of your breath fanned across his cheeks, tears dampened his skin, but he didn't mind drowning in the sea that was your constellation. Unlike the cold waters of Yokohama, you always welcomed him with a warm cup of coffee that was as sweet as the honey dripping from your words.

"I don't lie about things like that."

And he didn't. Dazai made sure you took your meds. He visited you in the hospital after every surgery you had to go through and he watched you get better bit by bit.

Until the day you could enjoy a cup of coffee together.

[kitten4sannie]

hi hello tis vamp anon again ✨️ (pls tell me if i'm getting overwhelming/annoying with the asks i am so sorry;; the last thing i wanna do is invade other ppls space!!)

ok last 2 hc: for the choi boys!

starting with our lovely sannie, everyone knows he's a big romantic and loves romance! i imagine vamp!san as an "old-fashioned" lover, the embodiment of chivalry, if you will!! he wants to do things right: courting y/n with flower bouquets, sweets, handwritten letters, etc. he'd be so polite and kind i'm crying rn;; but don't be mistaken, he's quite the flirt!! he loves seeing his sweetheart all flustered from his words like, "do you all the ways a lady can be seduced? oh the things i could teach you" (bridgerton ref GOD) he can be so shameless with his duality san definitely knows the affect he can have on others bro. man is THE BIGGEST tease the bedroom, but he'll fold like a chair with the smallest amount of begging. who is he to deny his love? bro is down absolutely atrocious

now for our big strong teddy bear jongho!! he's more the innocent/first love romance type to me. so as a vampire, he'd be super nervous when around y/n. jongho knows he's strong, and with the heightened vamp skills, he'd treat them like they were made of glass. always handling them with the utmost care! he'd be so shy and smitten with y/n, fumbling with his hands and messing up a couple words here and there when he wants to get to know them on the first date. (this also includes getting intimate with each other for the first time) he just wants you to know how lovely y/n is to him, bro literally looks at them like they hung the stars up in the night sky

i'm suffering over here man

hello again 💕 you’re not annoying in the slightest, anon! you’re actually doing wonders for this current creative process like I am so grateful for these headcanons of yours! and these ones killed me in particular ahhh im such a sucker for old-timey romance 😭 i’m sorry for taking a little longer to get this out! i literally cannot stop thinking about the ateez concert i’m going to tomorrow like i actually might die🧎🏻‍♀️also, i wrote way more than i thought i would but i just couldn’t help it ;; here’s some scenarios:

You were walking around the courtyard, admiring the spacious garden that you spent a lot of your time near, noticing a small patch of white roses that had just began to bloom. “How come I never noticed these?” you murmured to yourself, reaching into the twisted bunch of vines and leaves, wanting to pull out a singular rose.

“I had the gardeners plant them a couple months ago,” you heard a soft voice coming from behind you, causing you to whip around, successfully dragging your own rose out from the bunch, but at a cost. “San, you scared me.”

“My apologies, sweetheart. Oh, you’re bleeding.” He took your hand in his own, studying the way your eyebrows drew together from the stinging pain you felt, noticing a few blood droplets leaving the small cut on your thumb. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. Does it hurt?” he inquired, mindlessly bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing his lips to your thumb, so that he could stop the bleeding with a slow swipe of his tongue. Though he felt an intense urge to take more of your blood, he showed incredible restraint, refusing to give into this sort of temptation.

“N-no, not really.” Whenever San was around you, you felt like you couldn’t breathe, but maybe that was due to your corset being strung too tight. The staff was never that gentle with you when they helped you lace it up in the mornings. “I recall talking about white roses not too long ago. Did you…have them planted because of me?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he chuckled, lowering your hand, but not letting go of it, instead opting to stroke the top of it, studying the way your lips parted slightly with kind eyes. “It was a wonderful idea. They’re beautiful, aren’t they? And they represent a myriad of things that I find to be quite entrancing: harmony…eternal youth…” He brought your hand up to his lips again to plant a gentle kiss on your knuckles, his intense gaze never leaving yours. “Loyalty.” He left another lingering kiss on your skin, sending goosebumps down your forearm. “New beginnings.”

You could feel your heart aching for him, yearning for more of his touch, his love, his affection. You wanted anything and everything he could possibly offer you. “San…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Will you hurry up and kiss me already?”

(i was initially gonna keep this pure but the intrusive thoughts won this time 😭)

One thing led to another and the both of you ended up in the somewhat hidden gazebo, which offered you some privacy. “Is this okay, love?” San asked in a quiet voice, his hands halfway up your heavy dress and caressing the outsides of your thighs, his fingers squeezing into your supple flesh.

“Of course it is, San. Please, do whatever you want to me...”

San lowered himself to the wooden floor, so that he was on his knees in front of you. With his crimson eyes glowing at this point, he pushed your skirt up, bunching it up so that he could get better access to your sex, running the pads of his digits up and down it in a teasing manner. “May I have a taste, sweetheart?”

You leaned back against the cool wood finish of the gazebo railing, doing San a favor and holding up the folds of your skirt for him, spreading your legs open a bit more. “Yes, you may…” you replied somewhat shakily, having to bite back a moan when he pulled your panties to the side and dragged the flat of his tongue up your slit, letting out his own groan of satisfaction.

ooooof okay it’s jongho’s turn 👀🖤

(i went straight to the spicy part cuz i’m weak 🧎🏻‍♀️also shoutout to my bestie @cherryxsang for helping me flesh this part out 💗)

After climbing onto the bed , Jongho took his time undressing you, one layer at a time, pressing a kiss to your skin each time. His fingers ghosted along your body, while looking at you with a gentle love-filled gaze. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered near your ear in the softest voice you ever heard, filling your heart up with warmth and comfort.

“Jongho…I need you.” Once you were both fully naked, you had taken the initiative, sitting in his lap and caressing his cheeks, admiring him, as though he were a breathtaking piece of artwork.

He pressed a few kisses onto your neck and up to your jaw, stopping just barely before his lips met yours, resulting in you both breathing in the same air, leaving you almost dizzy. “Are you sure this is alright? What if I can’t hold back?”

“Of course it is. I want you more than anything, so please…don’t hold back, Jongho.”

***

Jongho held you by your waist, slowly and deliberately pulling you down onto his length, allowing you to feel the way he was pulsing against your inner walls. “Does it feel good, Y/N?”

“So good…so, so good…”

He reached up one hand and slowly ran the back of his fingers along your jaw and down your neck, treating you as if you were made of glass. “Y/N…”

Sensing what he wanted from the way his lavender irises were glimmering and his pointed canines just barely poking out past his parted lips, you offered, “Please, bite me.”

“I shouldn’t…I might-“

“Jongho, I want it. Please,” you insisted, pressing your lips onto his for a moment, then pulling away just in time for him to lower himself and sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck.

Taking small gulps, Jongho grabbed onto your hips and plunged himself deeper into you, slowly speeding up the longer he was able to taste you. “So…delicious…” he murmured in a somewhat shaky voice, lapping at the blood the dripped down your neck.

[nyang3racha]

I'M CRYING SCREAMING JUMPING RN YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS !!!!!

First of all this made me laugh he's so fucking adorable 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 he's like a puppy when you come home djfhdhdhdj

LIKE I SAID !!! so adorable look at him fearing you canceling this lmaooooo as if

THE WAY I GASPED !!!! ME WHENNNNNNNN

anyway

Tell me why I managed to get endeared by this man three times in a fic about meeting up to do the nasty 😂 BUT PLEASE LOOK AT HIM I CAN PICTURE THIS EXPRESSION SO WELL

She's def stronger than me I'd quit my job and everything I have if he looked at me like that 🧎🏻‍♀️

I absolutely adore how whipped he is and how well you captured his personality I so look forward to the rest of the days 💖

MONDAY | Seven | smg x f!reader

You make Mondays Feel like weekends

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.0k | Pairing: smg x f!reader | Genre: smut, romance

Warnings: biting, fingering, semi public sex, car sex, cockwarming, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: wears a skirt, has a vagina

Mingi fucking hates Mondays. Or, he used to at least. 

Now that you’re together, they’ve become tolerable, maybe even enjoyable. Sure, it sucks that he has to go back to work, and sure, it sucks that he doesn’t get to spend the day with you like he does on the weekends, but there’s one thing that gets him through every tedious hour spent at the office - Makeout Monday. 

It’s something you came up with early in the relationship, when you realized that on Mondays and only Mondays, your schedules align enough for you both to leave work for an hour. With the commute, you really only get thirty minutes together, but those thirty minutes tide him over until he can see you again. 

He’s sitting in his car waiting for you at the park equidistant from both your jobs, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he listens to your favorite song to pass the time. You should be here soon, and he can’t wait to get his hands on you. 

Your car pulls up next to his and he nearly bounces out of his seat in anticipation. You climb out quickly, yanking open his passenger side door and sliding into his sedan before shutting the door with a soft click. 

“Hi baby,” you breathe as he cups your face and draws you into a deep kiss, his plump lips desperately moving against yours. He kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in years, like he’ll never have the privilege again, and as always, you match his energy. 

Your mouth opens when he digs his teeth into your bottom lip, a soft sigh escaping you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth and groans. You taste like your favorite breakfast drink and sunshine, and already, he wants more. He wants to taste your skin and your sweat and your sweet, sweet cunt, but he knows this is all you have time for. 

“Did you set the alarm?” He mumbles against your lips, his mind flashing back to the time he got carried away and kept you for almost an hour and a half. You both got chewed out for taking such a long break, leaving you in tears and Mingi close to them, and he doesn’t want that to happen again. 

Both because it was terrible and because you’ll indefinitely cancel Makeout Monday if it starts to interfere with your job. 

You just nod and whimper as he kisses his way down your cheek and your throat, pulling your button down to the side and sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your collarbone. He’ll get carried away again if he lets himself, so he pecks the imprints left behind and returns to your lips, a rumbling groan leaving his chest when you glide your tongue along his. 

Fuck, you’re such a good kisser, and he loves you so much, and he’s already so hard. It doesn’t take much when it comes to you, just a teasing look or suggestive touch or some dirty words and he’s throbbing in his boxers, just like he is now. 

And you know, because you always know, even before his hardness becomes visible. You’re just that in tune with him, just know him that well, well enough to know that if you put your hand on his thigh and squeeze, it’ll make his cock jump and leak. 

Well enough to know that if you slide it higher, he’ll groan into your mouth and bite your lip. 

Well enough to know that if you cover his aching dick with your hand, he’ll lose every last bit of restraint he has. 

“Fuck, baby, don’t start shit you can’t finish,” he grumbles, fighting the urge to grind into your palm.

“Who says I can’t finish you?” You tease, squeezing down around the length of him and dragging your hand up to find the head of his cock.

It’s so fucking sensitive already, enough that he feels your touch like his slacks and boxer briefs aren’t even there, and as you start to stroke him, he realizes you’re going to make him cum in his fucking pants. 

“Baby, I have to go back to work, you can’t,” he practically whimpers against your lips, his hips jumping into your touch. 

“What if I swallow?” You murmur as you unbutton his slacks and slip your hand into his underwear, your fingers unerringly finding the head of his weeping cock. He moans loudly, his dick twitching and growing even harder. 

“How much time do we have left?” He gasps with something else in mind. 

You check your watch and breathe back, “Twenty two minutes,” and that’s all he needs to hear.

He leans to the side and pulls the lever until the seat is pushed all the way back and reclined as much as possible before reaching over, taking hold of your waist, and pulling insistently. You huff but follow him, climbing into his lap and pressing your chest against his so you can’t be seen as he cups your face and draws you into an open mouthed kiss. 

He rucks your skirt up until it’s bunched at your waist, dipping his fingers into your panties and grinning when he finds you wet for him. He slides one inside, thrusting it a couple times before adding a second and curling both, scissoring them to get you ready for his cock. 

“Mingi,” you whine impatiently, reaching between your bodies to pull his dick out of his pants and hold it up, waiting for him to pull his fingers out so you can sit down. 

You just feel so nice and soft and warm around them, and he’s loath to lose that feeling, so he spreads them and thrusts up, the head of his cock popping in alongside his two fingers. 

“That okay?” He asks, waiting for you to gasp and nod before grasping your hip with his free hand and pulling you down on his dick. The wet heat of you leaves him breathless, makes his head spin and his whole body flush, and when you start to rise up, he pulls you right back down.

“Stay, just stay for a little, baby, please,” he says raggedly, not wanting to leave you just yet, no matter how well he knows he’d feel you again not even a second later. 

“Do you think you can cum like this?” You whisper, clenching your inner muscles around his aching length rhythmically. 

“Fuck, of course I can,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut to escape the evil little smile that curls the corners of your mouth. 

“Good, because if I fuck you, we might make the car bounce too much and I’m not in the mood to get arrested.”

He didn’t even think about that, had almost entirely forgotten you’re at a park in the middle of the day and that there could be consequences to these actions. Thank fuck you’re the smart one. 

“Can you cum like this?” He asks, needing to know the answer because it’s incredibly important to him. He never wants to leave you needy, never wants to get his without you getting yours, and he absolutely will not cum inside you knowing you won’t cum at all. 

“I think so,” you respond, squeezing around him again and grinding your hips into his, and to ensure it, he slides his fingers out of you and brings them to your clit, rubbing back and forth gently. 

You’ve gotten his fingers wet enough that they glide, and with every slick pass you get tighter around his thick cock, your perfect cunt hugging him so sweetly, he could cry. He has before and he will again, but he hopes he won’t today because it always leaves him exhausted and clingy. 

That's the last thing he needs when he knows he has to leave for the office in only, shit, eighteen minutes. Time is ticking, the minutes trickling away much too fast for Mingi’s liking, and before he can stop himself, he’s fucking up into you, too desperate to make the most of this time to worry about petty things like the police. 

You cry out softly, clutching his shoulders and burying your face in his neck to muffle your sounds as he starts pulling you into his thrusts. He doesn’t think the car is moving too much, and you feel so fucking good that he can barely bring himself to care if it is, though he knows you do so he consciously slows his hips, hooking them up to catch your g-spot on every stroke inside. 

“S’it good?” He asks roughly, his voice so deep, his words rumble in his chest. He knows you can feel the rumble too, knows you like it, decides to talk even more just so you can feel it all you want. 

“You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me, baby. I love having you close like this, on my chest and in my arms and full of my dick. You are full, aren’t you? I fill you up so good, right?” 

“You do,” you whine brokenly, your nails digging into the cotton of his button down and your pussy clamping down on his cock as his fingertips start circling your swollen little clit. 

“Love this little cunt, baby. It’s mine, yeah? You’re mine?”

“Yes, Mingi, m’yours,” you whimper into his throat, your hot breath on his skin sending a shiver down his spine. 

“I’m yours too, baby, promise.” 

His fingers catch your clit at just the right angle and you gasp sharply, your cunt fluttering wildly around his leaking dick, pulling him down down down into the depths of pleasure with you. He swims for a bit, in your messy cunt, in his own nebulous thoughts, in the knowledge that all day, you’ll be carrying part of him with you. 

A sharp trill fills the air, making the both of you jump and take in a deep, awakening breath. 

Fuck, it’s the fucking alarm. 

Mingi isn’t ready to let you go yet, groaning when you start to pull away from him and wrapping his arms around you to hold you to his chest. He keeps his wet fingers away from your clothes, leans up to suck them into his mouth so he can carry part of you with him too. 

When your phone starts buzzing, he knows it’s time to give in, reluctantly releasing you and trying to hold back a disgruntled pout when he no longer feels your heat around his slowly softening cock. 

You turn off the alarm and open his center console to grab the napkins you keep stashed in there. He wakes up enough to take them and reach down between your legs, gently wiping at the cum starting to seep out of your pussy. You hand him a tissue next and he folds it up carefully, neatly, before tucking it up against your entrance and pulling your panties back into place. 

“Alright, baby?” Mingi asks drowsily, absolutely dreading separating from you (and the drive back to work (and the going back to work)). 

“M’perfect,” you exhale dreamily, before climbing off of him and back into the passenger seat with clumsy limbs and a few huffs. 

Your phone goes back into your purse and you turn to him, wilting slightly at the expression on his face. He doesn’t mean to pout again, but he hates this part. The leaving part. 

“Mingi, don’t give me that look,” you let your head fall back against the headrest. 

“Let’s just quit our jobs,” he suggests, fully serious as he takes one of your hands and holds it with both of his, nearly begging. 

“You know we can’t do that,” you say gently. “And you like your job!”

He lets out a dramatic sigh and gives you back your hand, but not before pressing a kiss to your palm and holding it to his face. 

“One more kiss for the road?” He requests, waiting with puckered lips. 

Grinning, you grant his wish and exit his car, waving goodbye over your shoulder as you get into your own. He wistfully watches you drive away, his heart full and his balls empty. 

Maybe Mingi does love Mondays. 

AN: woohoo!! super excited to kick off this series with makeout monday!

pls reblog if you enjoyed!! as always, i would love to hear your thoughts 💖

Seven Masterlist

My Masterlist

[baekhvuns]

RM afraid of Barca?! Bestie... pls 😭 I don't think so, but they need to get their shit together for sure, invest in younger players, because Benzema won't be there forever. Their recent season was 👌🏻 let's keep it up. Lmao not the Sheikhs buying all the top football stars? And for what 💀 for more money obviously, but that's just ridiculous. Kaka let the devil on his shoulder win 👀

You can try searching the basement, good luck, there are spiders in there! Maybe even snakes who knows 😉

I'm gonna watch one of those "I read Harry's book so you don't have to videos" to see what's going on there

Waiting for old Exo to come back, their last comeback was so-so, but hoping for the best! Can't believe Shinee and Exo will be coming back again <3 Shinee world tour... I think it's safe to say their world is very limited lmao. Okay but wtf was that GOT song, slightly better than Step Back cause the bar is in hell, but it felt so long and chaotic yet I felt like nothing happened 😭 and the MV? So unoriginal it's so sad, free these women! I haven't checked the mini yet, cause I don't feel motivated

That manhwa might be nothing special, but it's pulling at my heart strings. They're both whipped I'm afraid lovesick boys... oh yes, pls do start reading it's a slow burn and the beginning is frustrating for a few reasons, but it's fun. Also I realised something about my boy Eunhyuk and it's devastating, I feel so bad for him 💔

That bathroom scene in HP, iconic dare I say, yes! I was shaking for real lmao

Omg yes, young Jude had this Italian or French feel to him, a few British actors had that thing to them when they werw younger.

With the way some fansites act I'd not trust them around Seonghwa I think we should be present as well to make sure they're not acting up. Seonghwa bodyguard team! And I can take pictures, I'm better than some of those glorified paparazzi

Usually coloured ink is a bit more invasive(?) let's say, it depends of course. Actually snake's skin is very soft, I was truly surprised. A few people who were always against snakes kinda changed their minds once they felt the skin, but obviously bigger snakes look very intimidating

STOPBTHAY VIDEOOSOOSOOKAJJSJSJHAHAHA Seonghwa's smile is so sweet, the way his whole face lits up and his eyes 😢

The fact some stupid men and simp girls call Shakira crazy, I mean she's doing a lot lol, but he deserves it! Shakira Isabel Mebarak Holmes. Oh god I'd just move out tbh, but this is much funnier

I'll re-read model ONE DAY okay...

San was channeling his inner Loid Forger in that suit

I have to be honest I only found out like a week ago what rizz means, I'm a boomer <3

Sugar baby Hwa? That's my material baby girl

This whole thread 🧎🏻‍♀️and truth

I love him but this is fucked up, I won't tolerate this, I bet his alarm wakes everyone but him 💀

MY ROCKSTAR BABY

Did you see Jeonghan and Ten at YSL? And where the fuck is Seonghwa?! These stupid brands are useless!!!

Oh about Varanassi, it was years ago so I can't tell exactly, but I don't think so? I don't believe in spiritual things so I wouldn't really know sjhsuaajsjshbabshs I only feel weird in big empty Catholic churches (maybe because I'm not baptised and the devil inside me is trying to jump out 😆), because they're just too quiet and weird in general - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

RM afraid of Barca?! Bestie... pls 😭 I don't think so, but they need to get their shit together for sure, invest in younger players, because Benzema won't be there forever. Their recent season was 👌🏻 let's keep it up. Lmao not the Sheikhs buying all the top football stars? And for what 💀 for more money obviously, but that's just ridiculous. Kaka let the devil on his shoulder win 👀

come on anon let’s be real here bestie we both know the truth 🤚🏻🤚🏻with none of their players batting an inch against the 18yo, almost reminded me of that one special 19yo boy with long hair 😮‍💨 afraid is just a small word 🤚🏻defeat is best served when barca does it <3 rm rarely wins by a lot when versing barca, while barca can do 5-0 and u know that’s true too, rm fans agree too 😭😭😭 main reason for a mid rm season is: ancelotti 🔫 he changed the positions and playing style a lot tbh

mancity took this to heart

and the match today! ronaldo punched, got a free penalty, did a siu on a friendly 😭😭 got tackled by ramos, neymar missed pen, and then ALL of them being subbed off 😭😭

im convinced messi’s some secret comedian bc ain’t no way this man is just losing his shit like this

You can try searching the basement, good luck, there are spiders in there! Maybe even snakes who knows 😉 /// I'm gonna watch one of those "I read Harry's book so you don't have to videos" to see what's going on there

WELL IM GONNA TAKE U WITH FOR THAT PART, YOU ARE OLDER AND IT IS UR DUTY ACTUALLY TO LOOK OVER THE YOUNGER ONES 🤨 RULES ARE RULES ACTUALLY 🤚🏻 id rec this one person partially bc her voice is so nice & from an eye of a brit 😭😭 & this one does a pretty good job at it!

Waiting for old Exo to come back, their last comeback was so-so, but hoping for the best! Can't believe Shinee and Exo will be coming back again <3 Shinee world tour... I think it's safe to say their world is very limited lmao. Okay but wtf was that GOT song, slightly better than Step Back cause the bar is in hell, but it felt so long and chaotic yet I felt like nothing happened 😭 and the MV? So unoriginal it's so sad, free these women! I haven't checked the mini yet, cause I don't feel motivated

how many days left till baekhyun 😭😭😭??? 15 DAYS 😭😭 15 DAYS 😭😭😭 THEY ARE COMING BACK OUR SAVIOURS BACK TO BACK !!!!! bro raised sm’s stock by 30% by breathing, he’s actually bigger than sm 🤚🏻the last cb, def on the lower end with their insane title track history, considering that we’re all used to do much, this one def was more of a bside material! (prob the only title track by then that i do not indulge in that much)

BUT U BEST BELIEVE IM DONT FIGHT THE FEELING SCREAMING WHEN IT COMES ON but the bsides i don’t think i listened THIS much to some bsides, they were funky dancy and really good!!,, BUT LAY 😭😭🤚🏻 SHINEE EXO TOUR IS COMING TO SAVE SM FROM ITS BANKRUPTCY !!! WE BETTER !!!!! GET !!!!! BUG BUDGET !!!!! watch shinee just do a sk, jpn tour 🔫🔫

YEAH SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN THE LAST ONE FOR SURE! the gugugugu part is catchy but also annoying, ur right it felt like nothing happened, no hype, no promo?? did not find the songs on the album that good! but a few of them are okay! mala is good! but it’s very,,, similar to the tittle itself, one of them almost felt like an extension to it actually

That manhwa might be nothing special, but it's pulling at my heart strings. They're both whipped I'm afraid lovesick boys... oh yes, pls do start reading it's a slow burn and the beginning is frustrating for a few reasons, but it's fun. Also I realised something about my boy Eunhyuk and it's devastating, I feel so bad for him 💔

ITS PULLING AT UR HEART STRINGS !!!!! anon ur whipped by this webtoon 😭😭 STOP THATS SO CUTE BUT THE BLACK HAIRED ONE 😭😭😭🤚🏻 his is a little too soft 🥰 i will begin to read it <3 TELL US GIVE US THE PAIN

That bathroom scene in HP, iconic dare I say, yes! I was shaking for real lmao //// Omg yes, young Jude had this Italian or French feel to him, a few British actors had that thing to them when they werw younger.

tbh the half blood prince movie set itself 🤚🏻 iconic as hell,,, snape dying 😭😭 RIGHT HE HAD THAT AURA, it was very old money vibes! quite a lot of british actors have that vibe, cillian is one of them.

With the way some fansites act I'd not trust them around Seonghwa I think we should be present as well to make sure they're not acting up. Seonghwa bodyguard team! And I can take pictures, I'm better than some of those glorified paparazzi

ur right, we are his assistant, pr and bodyguard team. 3 in 1 🤚🏻we monitor EVERYTHING and i think we have experience as we are avid followers of football and can catch bs on the field right away 🔫 catch us giving red cards to fansites

Usually coloured ink is a bit more invasive(?) let's say, it depends of course. Actually snake's skin is very soft, I was truly surprised. A few people who were always against snakes kinda changed their minds once they felt the skin, but obviously bigger snakes look very intimidating

AHHHHH-

u touched a snake.

STOPBTHAY VIDEOOSOOSOOKAJJSJSJHAHAHA Seonghwa's smile is so sweet, the way his whole face lits up and his eyes 😢

RIGHT 😭😭 his ENTIRE face just blooms when he smiles

and then he does this

The fact some stupid men and simp girls call Shakira crazy, I mean she's doing a lot lol, but he deserves it! Shakira Isabel Mebarak Holmes. Oh god I'd just move out tbh, but this is much funnier

NAHHHH I SEE COMMENTS LIKE “shakira this is not good, ur feelings should not be out”??? oh and he can??? bro played the song in front of his kid and roasted THEIR mother WHEN THAT MF CHEATED how low can u drop tbh I LOVE HER PLS THE PETTINESS IS ON PAR, THE GOVERNMENT NAME DBDB

the internet is so funny 😭😭😭 love how viral it is becoming <3 her and miley’s song

I'll re-read model ONE DAY okay... //// San was channeling his inner Loid Forger in that suit //// I have to be honest I only found out like a week ago what rizz means, I'm a boomer <3 /// Sugar baby Hwa? That's my material baby girl

ONE DAY. WHEN. 🔫

JEBWKDHSK BOOMER 😭😭😭 san’s a different breed, i do not know how i survive this man

anon.

This whole thread 🧎🏻‍♀️and truth //// I love him but this is fucked up, I won't tolerate this, I bet his alarm wakes everyone but him 💀

this man is so dramatic, i do not know how hongjoong tolerates him, im convinced they all throw hands at least once a month 🤚🏻 bc i def would, he’s asking for it too

MY ROCKSTAR BABY /// Did you see Jeonghan and Ten at YSL? And where the fuck is Seonghwa?! These stupid brands are useless!!!

GIRL I DID BRWKFHKWHDKW TEN IS MAD. THIS BRO IS SO INSANELY ATTRACTIVE!!!! WHERE IS SEONGHWA??? HE’S THE AMBASSADOR???? WHYS HE NOT THERE,, in the wake of everyone being a ambassador, i need him to be one too he is always representing them

but those photos dropped so im ok <3 a little <3 he looks so nice in the middle one!

Oh about Varanassi, it was years ago so I can't tell exactly, but I don't think so? I don't believe in spiritual things so I wouldn't really know sjhsuaajsjshbabshs I only feel weird in big empty Catholic churches (maybe because I'm not baptised and the devil inside me is trying to jump out 😆), because they're just too quiet and weird in general - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO 😭😭 ive always heard churches have this strange aura inside, kind of uptight and all,,, right! ive also heard that varanasi has this strange feeling to its environment bc it’s so heavily religious so i wondered if u had felt the same! FBWMFHWK MAYBE THE DEMON IS TRYING TO JUMP OUT 😭😭

two worlds colliding ayo

uh ,,, double uh

day 49 of me convincing u should come here, we unlock this very magical place in summer