#missed my bby sm T T

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heard it's baby boy's birthdayyy

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the weekend | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: dilf!jk x babysitter reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | fwb, sm*t, angst

⇢ WC: 13.8k

⇢ WARNINGS: alright boyz strap in bc it's a doozy lmao, protected s*x, multiple org*sms (m & f), or*l s*x (m receiving), face f*ck, f*ngering, rough s*x, face slapping, sp*nking, exh*bitionism, sir k*nk, t*tty f*ck, t*tty sucking (duh), body piercings (n*pples), age gap (reader is 23 and jk is like 30), infid*lity (reader is the other woman), ch*king, overst*mulation, sp*tting, man handling, finger s*cking, d*m jk, brief mentions of past add*ction, implied passing of a bby (mainly subtext w no details given), maybe unrequited love, maybe not (EVIL CACKLE), some dark thoughts discussed (nothing too graphic or detailed), fighting n yelling n crying yikes, all of these characters are v flawed (except for yul duh), cute bby moments!!, oc is v immature n naive n contradicts herself a lot, she maybe has a thing for older guys bc of that, some bl*od (just a scrape on the knee but ik bl*od can be triggering), this relationship is extremely toxic and not meant to be desired!!!, one homage to trixie mattel lmao

⇢ SUMMARY: every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.

⇢ NOTES: so after months and months of planning this fic (i literally posted the teaser in JANUARY UM??), it's finally here. i think this is my fav thing i've written thus far and i worked v hard on this! would love to know ur thoughts, feedback is always appreciated!! ty @/taegularities for betaing!! (for whatever reason, this fic refuses to show up in tags n it sucks n nothing i do fixes it so i shall leave it be lol)

You can't tell what’s louder—the crunch of dewy, end-of-summer grass pricking the soft skin of your thighs like angry thorns, or the cracking of bones as your body thumps to the ground from your bedroom window. 

“Ah-” the whine is quickly stifled by a sharp hiss as you remember your dad’s sleeping figure is just behind the wall next to you. “Ouch,” you whimper, praying that the crash hasn’t reached his watchful ears. Carefully, you climb to your feet, brushing the dirt off your bare legs. You spot a fresh crimson scrape on your knee.

Fucking great. 

Finally, after days of longing and waiting, the weekend has arrived. Today, in particular, is a fantastic day. You were trying to look sexy, and blood isn't exactly the sexiest accessory. Bringing your wrist up to your nose, you inhale the candy-scented liquid you had doused yourself in before leaving. 

Perfume still in check, thank fuck.

Goosebumps form on your skin as you take long, dutiful strides, cool night mist gliding through the thin material of your long silk shirt. You’ve committed this path to memory—out the window, usually in a more graceful manner, through the neighbor’s yard, and then straight down the sidewalk to the black Mercedes Benz waiting for you at the end of the road. 

If you hadn’t done this a million and one times already, you might’ve missed the vehicle, so dark that it blends into the night seamlessly. You can’t help but wonder if that’s his goal entirely. 

Still, the excitement of it all makes you walk a little faster. 

“Hey, Jungkook,” you smile as you slide into his black leather passenger seat, leaning over the center console to give his cheek a gentle peck. Maybe you’ve overstepped a boundary and muddied the lines in the sand of your… relationship, but you can’t help yourself. Seeing Jungkook was always a treat, one you looked forward to every Friday night for the past five months.

“Hi,” he says impassively, eyes darting over your figure. A loose strand of hair dangles in front of his eyes, teasing you. “You’re wearing makeup?”

“Oh, um…” You’re at a loss for words; surprised he noticed such a slight change in your appearance. Although his perceptiveness was something you noted shortly after you began working for him, you can’t help but feel flustered. “Yeah, I… wanted to look nice tonight. Totally busted my ass climbing out the window,” you laugh.

“Did you get hurt?” His straight brows furrow slightly, silver piercing reflecting the moonlight. 

“Just a scratch.” You lift your leg to show him the red mark on your knee. “Didn’t break anything, though, so that’s a plus.”

Wordlessly, Jungkook reaches over, popping open the glove compartment before you and pulling out the first aid kit he keeps there for emergencies. The scent of clean linen wafts over you from his daily cologne. His scent. Only his. You try your best to subdue the possessive smirk forming. “You should be more careful.”

“I’m okay.”

“Be more careful,” he commands, peering up at you with an icy gaze. “Got it?”

Whether it’s the seven-year age gap between the two of you or the tone of his voice, you know better than to argue. “Yes,” you wince as he rubs Neosporin onto the open wound. “Besides, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt if my dad wasn’t so… overprotective.”

“Well,” he continues, sticking a pink Baby Shark bandaid to your skin before putting the box back, “as a father, I understand.”

“Yul is two, though,” you laugh, “I’m in my twenties.”

“Being in your early twenties hardly makes you an adult,” he mutters. "Besides, it doesn't matter. The need to protect your children always stays the same.”

“Poor Bunny,” you pout jokingly as you click your seatbelt on. “She’s going to be just like me when she’s older. Sneaking out of a window to see a boy because her daddy is a big grizzly bear.”

The comment has his nose twitching in irritation. “I’m done with this conversation, __.”

You freeze. Have you struck a nerve?

“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you peep. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Stop.” His voice is flat, but your heart thumps. “It’s fine.”

All the excitement you feel suddenly morphs into an uncomfortable ache as you slump into your seat. It’s different than it was last weekend, positioned much closer to the dashboard than you would ever put it. There’s a claustrophobic sting in your chest as you realize someone else has been in this very spot. 

You know they have, and you know who. 

The deafening sound of the bulky silver band on his finger, tapping against the steering wheel as he begins driving to the hotel you frequent, is a sick reminder.

You swear there’s even a musky floral scent lingering in the air. Deeper and more mature than yours. It could be paranoia, or guilt, making you imagine things. Still, you hope your perfume finds its way into every fiber of his leather seats. 

“How was your day?” Jungkook asks, interrupting any rational thought or doubt, luring you back into the vicious cycle. 

“A bit stressful,” you sigh. “I applied for school today.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, pretty sure I messed up on the financial aid paperwork, though. It was super confusing; I didn’t understand any of it.”

“You should’ve brought it over. I could’ve helped you.” 

Jungkook does have a master’s degree in finance. He could’ve been your Rosetta Stone, helping you decipher convoluted questions about taxes and deductions. However, you weren’t sure how he would’ve reacted to you pulling out your laptop post-sex, asking for assistance on something completely unrelated to your normal routine. “That’s not the type of thing we usually do when we’re together,” you shrug, “you know?”

Your response has him shifting in his spot, pierced bottom lip curling inwards like the words made him queasy. He was the one who encouraged you to go back to school in the first place. “I wouldn’t have minded,” Jungkook mumbles before quickly redirecting the dialogue, something he does whenever he’s frustrated or uncomfortable. “So, what’s the special occasion?” 

“Huh?” 

“What’s got you all dolled up?”

Oh, right. That special occasion. The one you’ve been anticipating since you were made aware of its existence. 

“Happy three years sober!” You announce with a cheesy smile, throwing your arms up eagerly. 

“Ah,” he huffs in recognition. His eyes are fixed on the road, but there’s the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. Success. It takes everything in you not to physically rejoice. “I’m surprised you remembered.”

“What do you mean?” You ask with a pout. “How could I forget?”

“I don’t know.” Just like that, the flicker of happiness wisps away like a flame in the wind as his expression turns emotionless and stoic again. “It’s not really a big deal.”

You frown. Must he always be so… cold? 

‘It’s okay to smile; you deserve it,’ is what you want to tell him. It's not your place, though. You opt for: “It’s a huge deal, Jungkook,” instead. Reaching over, you gently tuck the stray strand of hair behind his decorated ear. 

A somber aura hangs around him like a dark, dreary rain cloud, and in moments like this, when it’s so visible, you just… need to touch him.

It’s stupid to think that you’re the special one; that you’ll be the girl to turn the rain into a rainbow and save him from himself, but you can’t refrain from trying. 

“Did you celebrate?”

He shakes his head. “Went to work.” 

You can tell from his outfit—a sleek black blazer resting neatly on top of an even darker button-up and tie. His long hair is slicked back, but gravity, and his ten-hour long shift took their toll, making the strands hang slack, short undercut peaking through. He looks so incredibly sexy. Maybe, you can comfort him in the only way you know how…

“Well, there’s still time.” You point to the clock on his touchscreen stereo: 11:12 p.m. You throw your hair over your shoulder before slowly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt, revealing the skimpy black lingerie set you splurged on just for tonight. Just for him. “We can celebrate…”

“Yeah?” His cheek bubbles, tongue poking at the inside of his mouth, eyebrow jumping at your suggestion. “How so?”

You bite your lip, contemplating your next move. Hastily, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the center console. It’s reckless, but so is being with a man like Jungkook. When you finally get to have him the way you want, you’re incapable of rationality. 

One night of him isn’t enough. What kind of tease is that? You need at least six more to be satisfied…

“__,” he warns, arching his head away from your sneaky lips.  “Put your seatbelt on. Wait until we get to the hotel.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” You pout, cupping his cheek in your hand and batting your eyelashes innocently. Jungkook doesn’t take the bait, giving the desolate road ahead his unwavering attention. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you can tell you’re getting to him. Below you, his slacks tighten around his thick, tensed thighs. He’s playing right into your hands. Needily, you tongue the little silver hoops dangling from his ear. 

“If I have to pull over, you’re in trouble.”

“Maybe I-”

A hushed ‘fuck’ cuts you off as the car comes to a screeching halt. Jungkook slams on the brakes, coming too close to the slower vehicle in front of you for comfort. Luckily, his dad reflexes kick in. His strong hand grips your waist tightly, preventing you from barreling forward. You brace yourself by clutching his shoulders, and when the adrenaline rush fades, you finally look at him. His nostrils are flared, and his jaw is clenched painfully tight. He’s pissed. 

You know you should apologize, or be a little shaken up, but the blinking of the turn signal as he pulls to the side of the dark highway has your mouth watering. This is just what you wanted. 

Jungkook sighs in frustration, tilting his head back against the headrest. The movement is counterintuitive, exposing the inked canvas of his neck that you’re desperate to paint red and purple. 

A hand fists your tangled hair, pulling you off with a harsh yank before you have the chance to sink your teeth in. The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife. “Do not fucking mark me.”

The feeling of the frigid metal is agonizing. Not physically—his grip loosens immediately after the initial tug—but emotionally. You know why he doesn’t want you to mark him. Any evidence of you, other than your weekly babysitting duties, would unravel the entire life he’s built for himself. 

Jungkook is an intelligent man, though. You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a façade, and everything’s already been undone. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out frail and shaky. “I just want you.”

And like some cruel joke, his phone rings. 

The contact image would typically make you swoon. It’s a picture of him and his daughter from her first birthday party; her sticky, strawberry ice cream covered hands holding his cheeks as he stares at her with scrunched eyes and a big smile. You think that picture is the only time you’ve ever seen him genuinely happy.

The bold, white font at the top of the screen makes you sick to your stomach. 

‘Wife.’

Jungkook releases your hair and places a finger over his mouth, signaling you to shut up,  before answering. 

“Yes, Seulgi?”

“Your daughter would like to speak to you.” 

Her voice makes you want to curl into yourself. Whenever you talk to Seulgi regarding Yul, you’re able to compartmentalize and detach that part of yourself from this one. The one that’s sleeping with her husband. Hearing her in this compromised setting makes you feel absolutely repulsive. 

After some rustling and tiny sniffles, Yul answers. “Da-” She only manages a syllable before breaking into a cry-induced coughing fit. You cringe, poor Bunny. “Daddy!”

“What’s wrong with my baby?”

You don’t mean to giggle, especially when the little girl you’ve grown to love so much is clearly distressed, but the intimidating, grumpy, tattooed businessman beside you, talking in full-on pout, tickles your brain just right.

“I don’t wanna sleep alone!” Yul screeches in the most anguished, high-pitched tone.

“Bunny…” With the way his hands scrub down his face, you can tell the tears on the other end are physically affecting him. “Take a deep breath, please.”

There’s a shaky inhale, and a sad whine of an exhale as she tries to steady her respirations.

“Thank you, good job,” he affirms. “Yul, daddy is…” Dark pupils flicker over to you, his face scowled to match. He eyes you like you’re an annoying stain on his leather seat. A dirty little secret that’s keeping him from his daughter. The gesture sends a dagger through your chest. Usually, Jungkook tells his wife he’s working overtime, but he can’t bring himself to lie to his only daughter. “Busy.”

“B-B-But.” The wails have simmered down to a blubber. “Scared.”

“You have mommy, though, don’t you?” He counters exasperatedly, cogs turning at maximum speed to conjure up a solution. “And Ruru?”

Yul is a persistent girl. You’ve seen the two-and-a-half-year-old deadpan Jungkook with a ‘you can have them, then,’ when he tried to convince her that vegetables were delicious and totally not an abomination to tastebuds. “Jeon Ruru is scared, too.”

After a few months of dedication and trust building, Yul finally initiated you into her inner circle of squishmallows, all of which shared the surname, Jeon, followed by whatever random title her baby brain bestowed them. Jeon Ruru, a glass of strawberry milk, was her favorite. You coo in remembrance. 

“What about Ado?” Jungkook suggests, exhausting all his options.

“Ado?” She peeps curiously, and you can almost see her doe eyes scanning the room for her runner-up, an avocado squishmallow you gifted her. “Ado’s sleepin’.”

“Can you go get him?”

There’s a long pause of contemplation before the pitter-patter of tiny feet on wood fills the speakers. “Jeon Ado!” She calls out, voice becoming distant as she runs to her bedroom, “daddy wantsa’ talk to you!” You make out a quiet ‘I’ll tuck you in’ when Seulgi helps her to bed. “Okay,” Yul huffs, breathless from her scurry down the long corridor, “he’s here.”

“Jeon Ado.” You rarely see this side of him, and it takes all of your strength to suppress the smile that’s creeping up. “Can you keep Yul safe while I’m away?” He even leans forward a bit, turning his ear towards the speaker as if he’s actually waiting for the stuffed avocado to answer, subconsciously playing along with his daughter despite being miles apart. The scene puts your overwhelmingly sweet perfume to shame. “Uh, Yul, he said yes. So can you sleep in your big girl bed tonight?”

Reluctantly, Yul grumbles in agreement.

“Alright baby, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

Again, she answers with a little grunt and a yawn.

“I love you.”

“Love youuu!” She extends the vowel for emphasis.

“I love you more.”

There’s a beat of silence before the sleepy girl simply responds ‘yep,’ not even attempting to argue. He glances at you, this time with a wholesome smile, eyes warm with burning stars. It’s moments like this that keep you hooked, you think. Like always, the feeling is short-lived. When Seulgi mumbles a sweet goodnight to her daughter, their daughter, you’re reminded that you shouldn’t even be observing this domestic interaction. 

“You know,” the man begins, turning his attention to his wife, “if you had given her a warm bottle, she would’ve gone down without a hitch.” 

“Jungkook, she’s too old for a bottle.” And just like that, the fire between them ignites. You’ve never actually witnessed the pair fighting, only felt the uncomfortable heat between them in passing. “And she’s too old to be co-sleeping. She never had an issue sleeping alone beforehand.”

“Alright,” he asserts, “if Yul’s okay, then we’re done here.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” Despite his warning, she continues. “Getting her used to sleeping with you and then not being here?”

There were many things about having a daughter that Jungkook wasn’t prepared for.

It’s not that he didn’t do his research, and Yul certainly wasn’t an accident. He had wanted her more than anything. Especially after the… 

Incident.

A baby-sized hole was left in Jungkook’s chest. Every day, it grew bigger and bigger until, eventually, that bitter emptiness would’ve swallowed him alive. 

Jungkook needed Yul. 

Still, there were certain things that parenting books and videos hadn’t warned him about, like the worry in his stomach whenever his daughter refuses her lunch, or the ache in his heart when he drops her off at daycare and she watches him leave through the window with a sad wave and tears rolling down her cheeks as if he’s just abandoned her forever. As if he or his wife aren’t going to pick her up in a mere four hours like they do every Tuesday and Thursday. His readings haven’t prepared him for the even stronger ache that consumes his entire body whenever he leaves for work too early and comes home too late, with barely any time to spend with his favorite person in the world.  

Before Yul was even born, Jungkook and Seulgi had decided that co-sleeping was out of the question. Their room was for them, and he stood firm on that principle for a while. However, as time passed, their room became Seulgi’s, and the empty bedroom downstairs became his. 

Jungkook couldn’t stand that room. 

One night, after a particularly grueling shift, Jungkook trudges up the stairs for a late shower. Without finance talk or Yul’s babbles, he’s left to his own thoughts. Usually, under the scalding water, he wondered how his life turned out this way, or more so, why? This time, Jungkook wonders if there is even a reason to keep going at all.

He catches his reflection while brushing his teeth. His eyes are dark, cold, distant. Those same eyes belong to his daughter, but all he sees when looking into hers is love, innocence, and everything good in life. 

Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for him. 

Taking a detour to Yul’s room, Jungkook does his best to quietly tip-toe around squishmallows and discarded markers. Underneath the pink blanket is a little ball of fluffy black hair. She’s got her thumb in her mouth—a bad habit he and Seulgi had been trying to nip in the bud—with her chubby cheeks squished against her pillow. There were few things he hated more than waking her up, especially when she was sleeping so peacefully, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t stop himself. 

Tiny, confused cries fill the room as Jungkook scoops her up. 

“Shh,” he hushes, smoothing his palm over her onesie-clad back. “It’s just me.”

“Da- ddy?” Immediately, she relaxes at the familiar sound of his voice, words slurred as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes with a little fist before peering up at him with big marble eyes. 

“How was daycare, Bunny?” 

“Scared,” she whimpers, slumping into his chest for comfort. “Scaredy cat.”

“Scaredy cat?” Jungkook repeats, trying to make sense of the phrase. “Who’s a scaredy cat?”

“Jeon Yul.” 

Typically, Jungkook finds it adorable when Yul refers to herself in the third person. The way she says it this time makes him frown. “Jeon Yul is not a scaredy cat. Jeon Yul is a baby, that’s all.” Realizing that she’d probably heard the unfavorable title at daycare, his chest tightens. With a heavy sigh, he rests his chin on top of her round head, swaying back and forth. Her hair smells like green apples from her baby soap. “Why were you scared, sweetheart?”

“No color…” 

On his lunch break, Seulgi informed him that she was picking Yul up early. In an attempt to encourage her to engage with other children, the teacher took away Yul’s crayons, sending her into a full-blown tantrum. Jungkook knew his daughter well, a spitting image of him in every capacity. The crayons weren’t the problem; it was that crippling shyness that made her afraid of socializing with nearly anyone other than you and her parents.

Her back ripples with tiny hiccups as she recounts the events. Jungkook decides it’s best to change the subject, not wanting to upset his two-year-old anymore—especially this late at night. 

“Guess what?”

Yul grunts an inquisitive noise.

“Daddy got you Baby Shark coloring books.”

Her wispy bedhead bounces as she glances side to side, inspecting her room for any sign of new Pinkfong merchandise. Jungkook was genuinely amazed at her ability to keep track of it all, considering how much he and his wife loved to spoil her rotten. However, the word ‘rotten’ doesn’t even come close to describing his baby. “Where?”

“In my car,” he laughs, slicking her choppy bangs out of her eyes. “We’ll color tomorrow., okay?”

“I like Baby Shark,” Yul says, completely ignoring his question. The teeniest, tiniest, most precious yawn slips out, two little front teeth on full display before her lips smack together sleepily. Truly living up to her nickname.

“I know you do.” He’s still rocking her gently, buying some time before she falls back into sleep’s arms and out of his. “I missed you so much today.” 

“Why?”

As of late, ‘why’ seems to be Yul’s favorite word. 

Why is the sky blue?

Why do vegetables taste yucky?

Why is daddy’s nose so big?

He’d be lying if he said that last, brutally honest question hadn’t caught him off guard when she first uttered it on his hip at the grocery store. 

“Because I love you.” It’s the most effortless sentence he’s ever spoken. The most natural feeling he’s ever felt.

“Why?” 

“Because,” his eye roll is disconnected from his growing smile, “you’re so cute!” If they weren’t enclosed by the four pink walls of Yul’s bedroom, Jungkook would be embarrassed at the squeakiness of his usual monotone voice. Leaning down, Jungkook blows a raspberry against her doughy cheek, a tried and true method of making her laugh. “Do you want to sleep in my room?”

It’s against his better judgment and the ground rules he had agreed to, but he just… really needs to spend time with her tonight. The small nod against his chest seals the deal. Before he gets to the door, Yul stops him with an exaggerated gasp.

“Daddy, Ruru!”

“Ruru?” 

She grunts, frustrated at her father’s confusion, frantically pointing at her partner in crime, the strawberry milk squishmallow lying neatly underneath her comforter. Just how she left it.

“Yul,” Jungkook starts, taking a few steps backward and bending at the waist, allowing her to take the oversized stuffie into her arms. “Isn’t this Mimi?” As far as Jungkook knows, the pink milk carton with a face had always been Mimi; a name Yul had dubbed it since he brought it home a couple months back.

“Ruru,” she states affirmatively. 

And ever since then, Yul’s been a co-sleeper. 

Jungkook prided himself on knowing his daughter like the back of his tattooed hand. Whether it’s a sixth sense, some innate father’s instinct that the parenting videos mentioned, or his own attention to detail, he could read her like a book. However, sharing a bed with the tiny human taught him something he had been blissfully unaware of:

Yul sleeps wild. 

More often than not, Jungkook was awoken by a tiny foot kicking his back, or by his own reflexes as he was somehow pushed to the very corner of the bed by his twenty-pound baby. There were even a few times when a harsh tug on his hair acted as an alarm clock. When he turned around to confront the culprit, however, she was fast asleep, arm slung over one of the many squishmallows that had worked their way into his room. 

Having her with him was worth all bald spots and bruises, though. It’s bad, he knows it, and night by night, Yul becomes more attached. Getting her acclimated to daycare had been hell, to say the least. He knows co-sleeping has possibly made her more reluctant to socialize than she already was. 

Still, Jungkook can’t help but wonder who’s more dependent on the other. When he thinks about it, undoubtedly, the answer is him. Because as long as he wakes up to a little foot in his back, a fist in his hair, and the smell of green apple baby soap, he has a reason to keep going. 

“Don’t you think she deserves better?”

Her sharp words swipe through the air like a blade. Even you feel the cut, cautiously eyeing Jungkook. You can’t read his expression, but something about it makes you rub a comforting hand over his shoulder. He doesn’t react to your touch at all.

There’s a sullen pause before he finally answers. “I think Yul deserves everything.”

“Right… Goodnight, Jungkook.” She hangs up before he has the chance to respond. Seulgi always struck you as a level-headed person, albeit a bit aloof, but never unfair or cruel. You assume she’s just being spiteful, because anyone who knows Jungkook would never question his dedication to his daughter. That ugly, bitter, jealous side of you thinks maybe she just doesn’t know him the way you do. 

“Are you okay?” You whisper as if approaching a wounded animal, ready to attack. 

“On Fridays,” he starts, eyes shamefully dropping to his fidgeting hands. “Yul spends the day with my parents.”

His incessant need to defend his parenting makes your heart ache. “Hey, I-”

“She’s usually asleep by the time I leave work.” 

“Kook,” you interrupt his rambling. “You don’t have to explain; I understand... I think you’re an amazing father.”

Lifting his head, Jungkook looks you directly in the eyes. His are glassy and gentle now, but the fingers that hook into your lace bra, right between the cups, are rough and abrasive. “C’mere,” he gruffs, pulling you over the center console until you’re uncomfortably sandwiched between his solid chest and the steering wheel. There’s no effort to make room for you; he doesn’t slide his seat back. He doesn’t compromise any of his space for you. You accept it, steadying yourself on his shoulders with a grunt. 

Sometimes, you question what your presence in his life truly is. Are you an escape or a punching bag? Are you merely something he can sink his nails and teeth into when angry? Something he can break without consequence? The sound of thread ripping and buttons popping fills the car as he slides the silk off your shoulders, letting the delicate material fall to the floor without a care in the world.

“You wore this for me?” A fingertip lightly traces the petite swell of your breasts, barely bulging over the frilly black cups of your push-up. The sensation sets your skin ablaze.

“Mhm,” you confirm, “I wanted today to be special.”

“You care about me?” Moonlight cuts through the dewy window, beaming against the side of his face, highlighting the taut pull in his features. His question seems genuine, but the answer is obvious, isn’t it? Simply being here with him makes the entire foundation of your soul, all of your morals and beliefs, crumble to pieces. Against your better judgment, you’re still here. 

Yearning. Trying. Fighting.

You swipe a thumb over his thick brows, trying to ease the angry crinkle that’s become a permanent fixture on his beautiful face. You comb through his hair. It’s a little knotted, a little crunchy from old gel. 

The answer should be obvious, but you don’t think Jungkook could internalize love if it was right in front of him.

“I care about you,” you say truthfully, “a lot.”

The stars in his eyes gleam for a moment, glowing bright and vibrant, before they’re engulfed by the suffocating blackness of his pupils. 

“You poor thing,” Jungkook tuts, trailing his fingers up your neck before grasping your jaw with a single hand. The baby fat of your cheeks mushes together from the force. “You're gonna let me do whatever I want to you, aren't you?”

The tone of his voice has your heart fluttering and your stomach churning with thick hot desire. Gripping his wrist with both hands, you moan out a ‘yes,’ unconsciously grinding down onto his slack-covered bulge. He’s barely touched you yet and your cunt is leaking, making a mess of your itty bitty thong and his work suit. 

“Right, of course.” With the same hand holding you, Jungkook taps his index finger against your glossy pout, “open.” Just barely parting your lips, you let the thick digit slide between them. Immediately, he presses down against your tongue, trying to coax a gag out of you. “What if I want to fuck this pretty little mouth until you cry? How does that sound? Would you like that?”

Inhaling deeply, you nod. That sounds absolutely perfect.

“I don’t know if you can handle it, though,” he lulls, retracting his finger before plunging it back in, all the up to his inked knuckle. You squint in defiance. He’s teasing, but you can’t fight the tinge of anger in your chest. If there’s one thing you can do, it’s suck a mean dick. Looking him directly in the eyes, you swirl your tongue against his palm with ease, not choking once. You feel his cock twitch against the supple flesh of your inner thigh. 

Unamused by your antics, Jungkook yanks his hand back angrily, making a string of saliva drip down your chin. Maybe a full face of makeup wasn’t the best idea. “Get in the backseat,” he orders huskily, wiping the damp skin on his blazer. Biting back a smirk, you climb off his lap and wriggle over the center console. You situate yourself on the cool leather, laying down and assuming face-fuck position. 

The yellow glow of headlights swims across the ceiling as a passing car drifts down the misty highway. This is the first time in five months that you and Jungkook are out in the open, blissfully oblivious to the possibility of getting caught. It’s childish, but you hope someone sees. For a moment in time—in a wandering eye’s glimpse of reality—you’re his and he's yours.

“Couldn’t wait until we got to the hotel, huh?” Jungkook huffs when he opens the door. Giddily, you lean your head back over the edge of the seat, coming face to face with the tent in his pants. His hands frantically work to unbuckle his belt, desperate to bury himself inside of you. His favorite escape. “Well, since you want to act like a fucking whore-” his pants fall to his knees with a clang when he unbuttons them, “-I’ll treat you like one.”

“Please,” you whimper, noting the wet spot on his gray Calvin Kleins. Reaching up, you lightly drag your nails across it, teasingly pinching the head of his cock before he tugs his boxers down. A big greedy smile spreads across your face as his semi springs out. 

The sight makes your lips part. It’s so pretty. Something about how the moonlight catches the glowy pink tip, peeking out from under his foreskin. The light accentuates every ridge and vein on his girthy shaft. So yummy it has you drooling-

Jungkook’s right. You’re a complete and utter whore.

“Is this what you wanted?” He peers down at you over his prominent nose, one hand clutching the roof of his Mercedes. The other wraps around his thick shaft, giving it a few languid pumps, getting himself fully erect for you. Teasingly, he taps the head against your plump lips. Unable to resist, you press a sweet peck and a kitten lick to his silky frenulum. “Uh-uh,” he chuckles, raising his delicious cock just beyond your reach. “You know better than that. Ask for permission.”

“Wanna suck it,” you pout, squirming impatiently. “Please?”

Suddenly, his heavy cock slaps your cheek with a wet thud.

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir?”

“Good girl.” The praise is contradicted by another light smack to your face, this time with an open palm. Taking the hint, you open your mouth wide, tongue sticking out in anticipation. Jungkook watches you intently with furrowed brows and a slack jaw as he feeds you the first few inches. As soon as the salty flavor of his arousal hits your tastebuds, you moan obnoxiously, back arching off the leather beneath you. 

He starts slowly, using your breathing to guide his movements—pausing on the exhales and giving you a bit more on the inhales. He does this until the entirety of his length is shoved down your warm, wet mouth. 

The hem of his black dress shirt flows over you, obstructing his view. He places it between his teeth with an annoyed groan, wanting to watch the swell in your neck as you swallow him like a snake. “You take it so well,” he grunts over the material, “the best I’ve ever had.”

Tears clinging to your lashes finally lose grip, trickling down your skin until they get lost in the thick, dark swoops of your dangling hair. For once, you mean something more to him than she does. It’s insignificant and shameful, but at least it's something.

“Are you okay, __?” Jungkook asks, sensing the shift as your soul splays before him like your half-naked body. Stepping back, he gives you some reprieve.

With red eyes and drool bubbling at the corners of your lips, you moan out an implied ‘yes.’ His confession has you on cloud nine.

“Do you remember the sign?”

Again, you hum. 

“Can you show me?”

Lazily, you tap his outer thigh three times, a hard ‘stop’ symbol you had agreed upon months ago while hanging off the edge of a hotel bed, preparing for Jungkook to fuck your mouth for the very first time. 

“Good girl,” he says before rutting his entire length into you again. He’s so deep that the soft skin of his scrotum nudges against the tip of your nose, and the dense patch of trimmed hair on his pubic bone tickles your chin. Reaching down, Jungkook grips your neck, reveling in the feeling of it stretching against his palm as he moves in and out steadily. 

Eventually, he hunches over, hands wandering down and holding your temples for better leverage. Despite the harsh digs of his hips, his delicate fingers brush away a few strands of hair stuck to your damp cheeks. The sweet gesture makes you whimper around him in pure ecstasy, moving your head to meet his thrusts for extra stimulation, circling your flat tongue around the base. 

The whistles of the midnight breeze and the murmur of passing cars fade, and all you hear is Jungkook. The melodic, venomous praises pouring out of him poison your mind with optimism. He takes one last plunge, so powerful it sends you sliding back against the seat. To steady yourself, you grip his legs, attempting to ease your triggered gag reflex. He holds you there, cock stuffed to the brim as he slams a hand against the black steel of his car, shirt falling from his teeth as he moans ardently. You gasp when he finally pulls out, leaking tip still connected to you by a bridge of spit and precum.

“Why-” Cough. “Why did you stop?” 

Your question is met with only the sound of rustling fabric and the chime of his hanging belt buckle as he removes his suit jacket and throws it into the passenger seat. Grabbing you by the band of your lingerie, Jungkook hauls your frame closer.

He snaps your taut bra strap against your shoulder with a single finger. “Take this off.”

“O-Okay,” you stutter, still trying to catch your breath as you sit up at the waist and unclip your bra. A shiver runs down your spine as the cool night air licks your exposed chest. This time when you lie down, you’re positioned under his spread legs. He stands over you with such authority and dominance. The underside view of his hard cock looks absolutely menacing. 

“These,” Jungkook’s large palms grab at your tits, jiggling them, “I wanna fuck ‘em.”

“There isn’t anything for you to fuck,” you giggle. 

After years of insecurity, and crying over vengeful comments from dumb boys you had broken things off with, you finally came to terms with your appearance. Your tits are small, and that’s okay. Plus, the cute little nipple piercings you had gotten a while back were definitely a confidence booster. There wasn’t an ounce of self-hatred in your comment.

Jungkook doesn’t take it that way, though.

“Shut up.” With a huff, he steps back and hunches, reaching down to deliver a harsh swat to your cheek. It was a little rougher than usual, and you wince upon impact. Instantly, he soothes the skin with a gentle pet. “Your tits are… perfect.”

Perfect? Your cheeks and aching pussy heat up at the compliment.

Squeezing your chest, Jungkook brushes his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. He pays extra attention to the silver barbells, decorated with little sparkly peaches at the ends. “These are new,” he notes, tugging on the jewelry. You let out a breathy moan, legs clenching together, inner thighs embarrassingly wet. “Sheesh,” he laughs, “someone’s sensitive.”

“Yeah… keep going.”

“I like them. They’re cute on you.”

Throughout your acquaintances, Jungkook was rarely this vocal. Maybe some praise sprinkled in here and there, but seldom anything substantial. Tonight, however, he’s been dishing out sweet talk like candy. You can’t pinpoint precisely what, but something’s changed.

Whatever it is, it fills you with awful, wishful hope.

Jungkook shuffles closer, teasing the teat of your pierced bud with his sticky tip. The dreamy sensation has your eyes rolling back into your skull. A glob of spit drops between the valley of your breasts before he spreads the wetness over your skin with his shaft. He has to use a death grip to force your tits into a soft plushness, perfect for him to slot himself into. Again, you feel that fucking ring embedding itself into your skin like a nasty tick. 

Cautiously, he guides his pulsing cock between your constrained breasts. A beautiful symphony of groans lulls out as he throws his head back in pleasure, long locks dancing along his clammy neck. 

“You like that?” You hum, taunting him. “Tell me how it feels.”

It takes him a minute to collect his thoughts, eyes trained on your tits pillowing around him, focusing on the dewy sheen of your nipples and chest as his oozing cock spills onto your skin. “It feels-” his hips stutter, “-so fucking good.”

The way his teeth snarl around the hushed curse makes you smile, eyes closing as you relish in his pleasure. Maybe you’re too horny, or perhaps the blood rushing to your head from being upside down for so long is making you crazy, but you wish you could live in this moment forever. Wallowing in the darkness, frozen in time with him. Yeah, you think, that would be wonderful.

“You can touch yourself,” he comments, spotting your clenched legs, desperate for some pressure. 

“S’okay,” you mumble, reaching around to caress his balls. His thighs tremble a bit against your arms. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

“Can you-” he grunts, stomach clenching as he begins to feel that familiar pooling in the base of his thick shaft. “Hold them for me. I’ll take care of you after, just- let me cum.”

Obliging, you replace his hands with your own, squishing your tits together for him. The visual of you lying under him, complacent and willing, sends him spiraling. A guttural roar echoes throughout the empty road as he speeds up. “Tighter,” he orders; you listen. The saliva and precum are beginning to rub off, making the friction of his chaotic thrusts sting your skin. He notices, letting another string of spit fall from his mouth onto your flesh. “Be good and take it. I’m almost there.”

By now, Jungkook should know you’d endure any pain to be with him. 

The darkest parts of your brain tell you he’s well aware of that fact. 

After a few more humps and lulled words of encouragement, he’s bursting at the seams. Just before he blows, Jungkook steps back, tight fist jerking himself frantically as he spills his seed onto your chest. Your eyes dart from his angry cock to his fucked out expressions. The moonlight shines behind him like a glowing aura as he finishes with a scrunched nose and his tongue between his teeth. He looks angelic. You moan under him, flinching when a stray spurt lands on your chin. 

Fucked out and dazed, he laughs softly, running a hand through his hair as his chest heaves. Collecting the liquid with his finger, he brings it to your giggling lips. The taste makes you hum as you lazily begin rubbing his cum all over your tits. 

“Really?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “You’re already starting?”

“Starting what?” You pout, batting your lashes at him and circling your nipple lightly with the tip of your nail, trying your best to look oblivious and innocent. Well, as innocent as you possibly can while literally covered in sperm. 

“Don’t play dumb. You know what you’re doing.”

See, in many ways, Jungkook is different from any other guy you’ve been with prior. For one, you didn’t meet via horny messages on Tinder at 1 a.m. For two, he’s older, meaning he’s much more intelligent and much more experienced. After years and years of honing in on his craft, he just knows how to fuck. Jungkook is one of the rare few penis-havers in the world who can orgasm back to back; no refractory period necessary. Truly a hidden gem. 

To put it simply, the man is a fucking faucet—one that you can turn off and on whenever you want. 

As if on cue, Jungkook twirls his inked finger, indicating for you to turn around. The other hand squeezes his cock just below the crown to cut off circulation, keeping himself erect. With that, your white converses are planted flat onto the sparse grass as you bend over the back seat, leaning your weight on your elbows. 

It's like whiplash when Jungkook's aggressive persona drops, and he's running his hands all over your body. Up your thighs, over your back, down your arms. He blooms petal-soft kisses on your bare shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Can I go in like this? Or do you need some foreplay?”

“This is fine,” you murmur, jarred by his sudden tenderness. “Perfect, actually.” 

With a hushed ‘alright,’ Jungkook reaches over you to rummage through the pocket of his discarded blazer. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as he pulls out a square foil packet. Condoms were an unwavering constant in your weekend escapades. Jungkook always wears condoms. Normally, that would be a great thing; however, in this situation, it’s like a stab to the heart…

Because if he’s adamant about using protection with you, then that means he’s still sleeping with her, doesn’t it? And it’s not like you can even ask or scold him about it. She’s his wife, after all. You’re the outsider. 

Jungkook hooks his thumb into your panties and pulls them aside. Your glistening folds are on full display, waiting to get pounded mercilessly right on the side of the road. He shoves three digits into your mouth, letting your drool on them a bit before pressing them to your wet cunt. Opening your folds with his index and ring fingers, he lightly dips the middle inside you. He collects some arousal and spreads it to your clit in feathery flicking motions. You cry out, feeling the shocks of a blossoming orgasm. 

“Already dripping, I see.” You can practically hear his cocky, satisfied grin as he stands straight and rolls the condom down his length. “Always so sensitive.”

“Mhm,” you nod frantically, “I always get like this with you.”

“I know you do.” Pulling a cheek to the side, Jungkook cards his sheathed tip through your entrance, making sure to nudge under your clitoral hood with every swipe. Lewd wet sounds ring in your ears as he tortures your hole relentlessly. 

“Kook,” you huff, reaching back to dig your manicured, almond-shaped nails into his skin. “Just put it in!”

Suddenly, Jungkook slams your torso onto the leather. In one swift motion, he’s catching your wrists, pinning them both to your lower back with a single hand. 

“I’ll give you what you want just-” releasing the back of your neck, he spanks you so hard you recoil, “be patient.”

Despite his words, you wait no longer than a minute before he’s guiding his dreamy member right where you want it. Jungkook always gives in quickly. How could he not when you’re ass up, face down, and practically begging? As he sinks into you, and you feel that familiar burn from the initial stretch, your eyes roll back, mouth opening around a silent scream. 

Usually, Jungkook likes to overwhelm you with his entire length all at once. There’s some hesitation this time as he slides in only halfway before stopping. Too much hesitation for your liking. You’re confident he’s testing you. Your assumption is verified when he speaks in that annoying, condescending voice.

“If you want it so bad, come get it.”

“You’re so,” breaking free from his grasp, you press your palms into the seat and lift yourself up with a grumble, “infuriating.”

He hums halfheartedly, head dropping to watch you work yourself onto him. Only a single stroke in, and he can already see you coating him in a shiny, milky dew. “So fucking wet…”

“Can’t help it,” you peep, taking him to the hilt and circling your hips, trying to savor the feeling. You’re no stranger to his cock; how good it makes you feel. You spend every Friday night bathing in that pleasure, forgoing parties and hangouts with your best friends for a romp in the five-star hotel sheets with Jungkook. Still, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to commit his touch to memory. Perhaps, despite your denial, you recognize that this is temporary. Deep down, you know that someday, all you’ll have left of him is a tragic echo. “I love the way you make me feel.”

“Me too,” he gasps, guiding your movements as his fingers dig into your hips. Clearly interpreting your admission differently than you had meant it. “Your pussy’s like heaven.” 

High on praise and drunk on the sounds you’re coaxing out of him, you whine, dragging your cunt up every inch of his throbbing length before slamming back. Hopefully, the dense forest behind you is enough to insulate the pornographic wails ripping through you. Even if someone somewhere hears, you can’t bring yourself to give a damn. Not when heady pleasure and adrenaline course through your veins like blood. 

Just when you’re about to collapse, arms giving out underneath you, Jungkook grabs you by the neck and holds you flush against his toned chest. “Don’t you run,” he chuckles. The low baritone rumble goes straight to your clit. His warm breath gusts over your skin, contrasting the chilly night air. “Don’t give up on me.”

He’s pounding into you now, choking you tighter than he ever has, but he pecks you so delicately. Lips barely ghosting over the shell of your ear. So gentle and tender. As tears stream down your cheeks for the second time tonight, you can’t help but feel there’s a hidden meaning behind his words.

“What’s wrong?” He smirks, tilting your face, wanting you to look him in the eye as you fall apart. The visual nearly makes you combust. His stringy hair is sticking to his cheeks, flushed from exertion. Even the tattoos littering the expanse of his neck are splotched pink and red. Twisting in his hold, you grab a fistful of his damp waves, fingers tickling his short undercut. “What do you want, baby?”

“Cum…”

“You wanna cum?”

“Please, please, please.” Weak whimpers punch out of you in tandem with his brutal thrusts.

“What do you say?”

“Please, sir?”

“Good girl,” he rewards you with a smack to your sensitive clit, “you can cum. I’ve got you.”

And with his permission, you’re cumming. Your legs shake violently as you’re overcome with blinding, electric gratification. If it wasn’t for Jungkook’s strong arms supporting you, you would’ve toppled face-first into the seat. He fucks you through the height of your orgasm; hips never ceasing, even when everything becomes so intense and sensitive that your body instinctively tries to push him away. He watches your face intently, reading your expressions to ensure he’s milked every last drop of your orgasm before he lets you fall onto the leather.

Even in your hazy state, you catch the breathy string of curses, a telltale sign of his own impending orgasm. “Fuck!” He groans, removing the condom to paint your ass and lower back in hot, white ropes. 

It’s funny, really. 

He refuses to cum with you or inside you, something so intimate and special, but he has no qualms cumming on you. It’s almost like he’s marking you, burning himself into your flesh. Consuming a piece of you every time your bodies come together as one. 

And all the while, his mind is somewhere else as his body swallows you alive. 

“Look at you,” Jungkook laughs, smoothing a palm up and down your spine, rubbing his semen into your skin the same way you had earlier. “I’ve made a mess out of you.” 

That’s true in more ways than one…

Lost in post-nut clarity, your brain barely registers Jungkook maneuvering you both into the car. Closing the door behind him, he moves you onto his lap, your back pressed against his sweaty button-up. Peering down, you see his slacks and boxers still around his ankles, black dress shoes poking out underneath. You’re in only a thong and sneakers, and your makeup is definitely melted. The two of you must look like the biggest sluts ever.

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook mutters, noticing your delirious giggles. 

“Oh, nothing,” you hum, leaning into him. Habitually, he wraps both of his inked arms around your middle. You despise how incredibly natural and serendipitous it feels, almost like you’re meant to be in them.

God __, get your head out of the clouds and return to Earth. 

Life isn’t a romance novel, and you’re not a child anymore. You shouldn’t see the world as quartz-colored and magical. The man is seven years older than you. He has a wife and child. Logistically, it could never, ever work…

But if soulmates exist as they do in the books, you wish on every falling star that Jungkook is yours.

“What are you thinking about?” You coo softly, turning your head to stare into the abyss of his infinite eyes.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, he can’t resist lowering his sinful hand to your most private area, cupping your sex unabashedly. “I want more.”

“You always want more.” 

“So do you,” he laughs, pointing out the way you grind into his touch. Nuzzling into your shoulder, he nips your skin and then soothes his tongue over it like an insincere apology. “Just one more time, okay?”

You nod, head leaning back on his shoulder as you succumb to his skilled fingers, rubbing your clit in tight circles. Jungkook pauses in contemplation before popping his glistening fingers into his mouth. When the taste hits his tongue, his face contorts. He even moans dreamily like you’re the most delicious dessert he’s experienced. The scene has your own brows furrowing, lips parting at just how hot and bothered he’s got you. 

Sensually, he trails the wet pads down, ghosting over a nipple, teasing you on their treacherous journey to your waiting core. He slides them in your wet cunt seamlessly, curling right into your g-spot. They move in a dip and wave that drives you wild, a wet suction noise sounding in the enclosed space. Turned on by your purrs and mewls, Jungkook subtly ruts against you, his plumping cock sliding between your cheeks.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He tuts patronizingly. “Gonna cum around my fingers, sweetheart?”

“No…”

“No?”

“Wanna cum with you…”

He stops, realizing what you’re alluding to, before pulling his fingers out and tapping your clit gently. “There’s another condom in my pocket. Can you hand it to me?”

“We don’t need it.”

“Yes, we do. Don’t be foolish.”

“... I’m on the pill,” you suggest hesitantly. Once again, you’re nothing but stupid and irresponsible when it comes to Jungkook. You just want to be with him, that’s all. 

“__,” he starts, voice shadowed with sternness, “give me the condom.”

Realizing he won’t budge, you do as he asks and fish it from his blazer, watching idly as he goes through all the steps—stroking himself to full mass, rolling on a barrier, and then positioning you between his spread legs as he guides you down onto his length with a hand on your hip. 

Cyclical. 

Like clockwork, your jaw drops, eyes screwing shut as you let him invade your space and infiltrate your mind. You don’t believe the two of you have ever tried this position before, but it feels so fucking good. His cock is so deep you can feel it in your fucking stomach. It’s obvious from his groaning and the aggressive spank he gives you that the unexplored angle is affecting him too. 

Outside, light rain begins chiming against the steel roof of his car as you take the first shallow rise of your hips. 

Scratch everything you’ve said about this not being a romance novel.

Distracted by the calming sound, you thoroughly miscalculate how much space you have in his sleek Mercedes Benz and bonk your head on the ceiling.

“Ow,” you wince with an embarrassed giggle.

Hissing at the impact, Jungkook clutches your head, massaging the area gently. “Are you okay?” His voice is muffled, and you can tell he’s trying his best not to laugh. 

“It’s not funny!” You shout playfully, slapping his knee. 

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.” Chuckling, he moves your hair and places a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. “You’re cute, that's all.”

Cute? You swoon. 

“Alright baby, keep going. Don’t stop,” Jungkook orders, the heel of his calloused palms pushing at your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his needy cock. A fucked-out sigh escapes him, head falling back for a split second before it jerks back up again, not wanting to miss the view of your perky cheeks rippling as they collide with his solid pelvis. “This position is so sexy.” Overwhelmed, he doesn’t know where to put his hands. He chokes you for a moment, plays with your tits, swats them, grabs your hips, and then finally settles on your clit, flicking it like a light switch.

“Jungkook!” You wail, knees knocking together as you brace yourself. Men you’ve dated in the past struggled to get you off. Sure, they made you feel good, but they couldn’t quite bring you to the edge. It only ever took Jungkook a matter of minutes to have you whimpering and shaking, begging for release. “I can’t take so much! I can’t!”

Ignoring your pleas, Jungkook pilots your right arm around his shoulder, sending you flush against his frame once more. Dipping his head, he sucks the closest nipple into his mouth. Caught off guard, you’re so overstimulated that your hips come to a grinding halt.

“Move,” he commands with his lips sealed around your piercing, sending dizzying vibrations to your sensitive bud. 

“I can’t,” you whimper, back arching off his chest as you try to calm all five tingling senses. 

“Yes, you can.” 

“No…”

Jeon Jungkook was never one to take no for an answer. 

Scooting further down the seat, his large hands clasp behind your knees. He lifts your legs until the heels of your white sneakers are on either side of the driver’s headrest. In this new position, he’s able to pound up into you freely, relentlessly beating into clenching walls. Hitting every single delicious spot inside of you. “Jungkook, please!”

“Please, what?” Honestly, you have no clue what you’re begging for. All you know is that his mushroom tip rigorously stimulating your g-spot is going to have you gushing at any moment. His guttural, sensual groaning does nothing to slow your approaching orgasm. “You want more?” 

As if you weren’t already gasping for air, Jungkook raises your legs to your head, knees locked onto his inner elbows. His fingers intertwine behind your neck, thumbs pressing into the base of your throat as he folds you in half. 

A full fucking nelson. 

“Watch me fuck it.” With a stern grip, he forces your gaze to his thick shaft, sliding in and out of your sopping cunt. Your vision is watery, but you can clearly see just how turned on you are, creamy juices coating his entire shaft. “Open it, baby. Watch what I do to you.” 

Reaching both hands under your thighs, you spread your lips, getting a better look at him completely destroying you.

“Isn’t it so pretty?” Jungkook grunts, speech slurred as his arousal lulls him into a delirious, catatonic state. “Tell me what you see, baby.”

“So pretty, Kook.” You’re simply playing into his dirty talk, but the sight of your bodies connecting, becoming one, is profoundly gorgeous. “So wet…”

“Yeah? Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

That sends him into a frenzy, thrusts becoming so punctuated and violent that his cock accidentally slips out. 

“Put it back in, put it back in!” You chant, frantically shoving his length into you. The yelp you chortle out is accompanied by the sound of your hand smacking against the foggy car window as your climax engulfs you. “I love it!”

“I love yo-”

He quickly cuts himself off, but everything stops when the sentence fragment hits the air. 

Is your brain playing sick, twisted jokes on you… or was he really just about to say he loved you?

Before you can even process what’s happening, your biological responses take over, sending through the most earth-shattering, world-bending, mind-boggling orgasm you’ve ever had. Everything goes blank. Your eyes cloud with splotches and stars. Your ears ring with static and white noise, blurring the sound of Jungkook cumming underneath you, and the pouring rain outside, splashing against concrete. 

This time, he doesn’t pull out, just works through both of your orgasms with gentle ruts and vulnerable whimpers.

After you’ve both calmed down and your heaves have diminished to a slow, even pattern, he pulls out, crumpling the used condom into a loose napkin he found in the center console. Still on his lap and in his arms, you watch intently as Jungkook leans his head back, eyes closing as he inhales deeply. To you, he looks almost… peaceful. 

The moon trickles in through the thin streams on the window, reflecting on his face like stained glass—something that was once so clear and pure now jaded with somber shades of blue. Sad, but still beautiful, you think. 

Delicately, you trace a finger over the black ink decorating his skin. You sit silently for a while, basking in the comfortable aura, simply enjoying one another’s company, before you finally speak.

“Why this?” You peep, pointing to the dainty letters at the base of his neck.

“It’s my daughter’s name.” He counters playfully, the faintest hint of a smile on his pierced lips.

“Well, duh, I know that,” you roll your eyes with a giggle, “but why here?”

“Yul is like air to me.” 

Humming in contemplation, you continue your journey over the endless swirls and loops. During sex, the first three buttons of his shirt popped open, exposing the canvas of his chest. You feel a thick, dark cloud loom over you when you reach a certain tattoo, the one that’s plagued your mind ever since you first saw it. 

Another name is engraved right above his heart in the same delicate font as Yul’s:

Seol. 

“Yul, please. Enough.” If Jungkook had a dollar for every time he's said that in the last twenty-two minutes, he’d be nearly as rich as his boss, sitting directly in front of him on a very important Zoom call. “Daddy is working.”

Jumping at the sudden inflection of his voice, the little girl on his lap pulls her tiny hand away. For the most part, Yul was well-behaved. However, working from home proved to be an obstacle that he and his clingy toddler have yet to overcome. 

She’s interrupted his meeting three times already. First, cutting off his proposal with the Baby Shark theme song, blaring from her Pinkfong tablet that he’d forgotten to mute. Second, peeking above his desk with her space buns and doe eyes to show his colleagues the latest addition to her squishmallow collection. The last straw was when she squeezed his nose. 

With watery eyes and warbled lips, Yul blinks at Jungkook, heartbroken and confused as to why he didn’t make that funny noise she loves so much. Quickly, her gaze averts to her chunky legs, swinging aimlessly as she attempts to hold back the tears.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Jungkook sighs, tacking on an apology before turning his screen off. “Bunny,” he lifts her chin with his index finger, another palm flat on her protruding tummy, “please, don’t cry. You’re not in trouble. Daddy just-”

The ring of a doorbell interrupts him.

“__?” Jungkook questions, baby at his hip as he stands in the doorway before you. “What are you doing here?”

You gulp. You weren’t expecting to see him.

Usually, you spoke to Seulgi. You’ve only ever seen Jungkook in passing, sparing quick greetings before he’s out the door. It worked in your favor, really, because for whatever reason, you felt extremely awkward around him.

Almost like that gross nervousness you get when you’re around someone you find so incredibly attractive it makes you uncomfortable…

Maybe it’s because he’s covered in tattoos and piercings. Maybe it’s because he’s a dad. Your group of fellow horny twenty-something-year-old friends have told you mythical stories and fantasies about older men. Freshly turned thirty-year-old men. Men like Jungkook. Dilfs. Something about that potent dad nut… Like, you know it works. 

It’s inappropriate; you know it is. You’ve always tried your best to ignore the feral thoughts.

Today seems to be putting your mental strength to the test because Jungkook is dressed in baggy gray sweats, long dark hair slicked back into a ponytail. A few loose strands dangle devilishly in front of his eyes, taunting you.

“I-It’s 10… I’m supposed to be babysitting.”

“I’m working from home today. My wife didn’t tell you?”

With wide eyes and hot cheeks, you shake your head. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” you stutter, stepping back and preparing to make a mad dash to your hand-me-down Honda Civic. “I’ll just… be on my way then.” 

“Actually.” An icy grip on your wrist stops you. “I could use some help. This one-” he nods his head towards Yul, stuck to him like velcro, “-is being a bit needy today.” 

One look at her turns your flustered gape into a smile. The past month with her has been more difficult than you’d imagined. Yul was incredibly sweet and intuitive, but unbearably shy. Building a relationship with the girl was challenging, but you were determined to overcome it. “No way,” you frown animatedly, tickling her leg with the tip of your finger, “Yul would never.”

A giggle or two had been the goal. Instead, she buries her face into her father’s shoulder.

“Don’t take it personally,” Jungkook orders, noticing the defeated slump in your shoulders. “She’s always like this with new people.”

Seulgi had warned you that Yul would take a while to come around. Hopefully, it’ll happen organically. But for now, a little gift or two wouldn’t hurt your efforts, you supposed last night while running errands. Reaching into your purse, you pull out a bottle of non-toxic, baby-friendly nail polish. “Yul, look what I have!”

“Wow,” Jungkook plays along, gently nudging her head out of his neck. “Bunny, look!”

He calls her Bunny? 

You’re in for it now. 

Plump fingers wrap around the plastic, taking it out of your own with an awe-stricken stare. She holds it up right in front of Jungkook’s nose. “Pink.”

“Mhm, that’s right,” he confirms, pecking her temple. “Now, Daddy has to get back to work. Can you stay with __ for a bit?”

She looks at him, then at you, then at him again, then back at you, and finally, landing on the nail polish, giving her father a reluctant nod. You knew it would come in handy. Despite her agreeance, Yul still stretches the neck of his shirt with her tiny fists as she’s transferred into your arms. 

Somehow, you managed to survive that painfully awkward encounter…

Only to be thrown into another one immediately after. 

See, you’ve always known Yul was a daddy’s girl. On good days, the toddler would grab you by the hand and guide you around the house, giving you a tour of everything that belonged to her father. His shoes at the door. His coat on the hook. Even taking you into the bathroom to show you his shampoo bottle. But that fact was never more apparent than now, as Yul stands in the middle of the living room on the verge of tears.

“Daddy?”

“He’s working, sweetheart. Remember?” You coo on your knees in front of her. You’re quick to redirect her. “I like your shoes.”

The sniffles stop as she glances down at her white sneakers. “Mine…” she takes a hesitant step back, mistaking your compliment as an attempt to swindle her out of them. 

“That’s right,” you laugh, “they’re so pretty, just like you.”

She blinks at you for a moment, and then begins stomping her little foot: heel first. When she’s finally able to kick off her left shoe, she bends all the way over, pressing her palms flat against the hardwood floor. It’s the most uncoordinated way you’ve ever seen anyone pick something up. 

Without warning, Yul throws the shoe across the room. Well, that had been her intention, you assume. She had cocked her arm back too far and released too early, making it land behind her. 

Oh no, she hates you. 

With an excited grunt and a bounce, Yul points to the sneaker—its clear sole sparkling pink and purple.

“Oh,” you sigh in relief. “They light up?” 

“Yesh.” Plopping right onto her butt, she takes the other one off, repeating the process. “Like this!” Her arms stretch out and she clenches her two little front teeth, executing the most stellar charade of a light you’ve ever seen. 

It’s a small breakthrough, but you’ll take it. 

Then you paint her nails, just like you said you would. She’s as patient as a toddler could be, but her tiny toe keeps curling under the tickle of the brush, making pink polish bleed outside of the lines. 

“My goodness,” you groan, admiring the messy, albeit adorable, result. “You’re so cute! Wait until your dad sees you.” 

Yul shrieks wildly, smacking both hands over her mouth as she hobbles to her feet. You watch with confused giggles as the milk-drunk baby stumbles down the corridor. You figure out where she's going too late. 

Yul stands on her tippy toes, jumping to click open the door to Jungkook’s office with a loud creak. 

“Yul!” You whisper-shout. “Don’t-”

“Daddy!” She calls, stepping a single foot into the room, showing off the fresh paint job. “So cute!” 

Literally, your only job today was to keep Yul preoccupied while Jungkook worked, and you failed. Your breath catches in your throat, awaiting his response. 

“So pretty,” he gasps, “now go play, baby. I’m almost done.” 

A relieved exhale flies past your lips. 

Something you���ve picked up on from years of babysitting is that little girls aren’t allowed to compliment themselves. They’re always told it’s rude or conceited. Jungkook does neither, and you find that so refreshing. 

“Close the door, please,” he orders before she runs away, “gently.” Yul does her very best to shut the door quietly and then sprints back to you. 

The next few hours go smoothly. You discovered that the green-hating toddler has an affinity for avocados after giving her a bite of your toast. “Mmm!” She had hummed, looking at you with wide eyes. With a full belly and squishmallow in hand, Yul went out like a light for her afternoon nap, giving you time to catch up on some reading. 

“How was she?” You didn’t even hear him come out of his office, so the deep voice makes you jump, eyes tracking the sound. He’s leaning against a kitchen counter, one tattooed hand stuffed in his pocket and the other wrapped around a water bottle. It’s a thick one too, and his fingers still touch. 

“Better,” you cough, “she’s sleeping now.”

He hums halfheartedly, dark irises boring into you as he takes a sip. Without Yul to soften the edges, Jungkook is… intimidating, to say the least. “What are you reading?”

“The Catcher in the Rye…” you peep, quickly closing it. “I know, it’s kinda lame.”

“No, not lame at all. Anyone who thinks that is lying to themselves… or is just being a contrarian.” He leans his elbows against the dark granite island, fingers crossing as he stares at you. You’re sitting idle across the room, but his presence looms over you. He has this way of making you feel like he’s in your head, listening to everything you’re thinking. 

You pray he’s not. If he is, you'll definitely be fired. 

“I can’t tell which one you are yet.”

You can’t tell if he’s joking or not, but the ‘yet’ makes you come clean, shifting in your spot on the leather couch. “... Both.”

“Right,” he smirks, tongue fiddling with his lip ring, almost like he’s taunting you. “That’s one of my favorite books, actually. I relate to it in many ways.”

Your fingers dance across the red cover, concealing hundreds of pages of isolation, emptiness, and the heavy dread of passing time. What an awful thing to relate to. Sometimes, when you get too engrossed in the text, glimmers of yourself bleed within the lines too. 

“You’re an English major, right?”

“Oh, um, I’m not in school at the moment… I just read for fun.”

“Well, you have an Associate’s degree.” Him knowing that information about you makes you think he asked the previous question with the intention of baiting you into this conversation. “Why not get your Bachelor’s?”

“I don’t know. It’s… complicated.” 

Why is he interrogating you? What does he want? For you to confess that the fear of becoming a full-fledged adult makes you not want to go back to college? 

“Life is complicated. You’d be ridiculous to not go back.” The audacity should make you mad, but he speaks with so much authority that you’re dumbfounded. His head tilts, eyes squinting as they shift to the ceiling, debating something. His tongue clicks when he finally makes his decision. “Follow me; I have something I want to show you.” 

With the curl of two thick fingers, Jungkook calls you to follow him down the hallway. You blink for a moment, gushing at the suggestive motion of his hand. Shaking your head at the evil, intrusive thought, you rise to your feet. 

Just like a child, you have to skip to catch up to his long strides. Your gaze trails along white walls; there are pictures of him and Yul, Yul and Seulgi, but not a single one of them all together. 

Now that you think about it, any affection you’ve ever seen in the household was reserved for Yul and Yul only. Seems like trouble in paradise…

You shouldn’t speculate.

The heavy wooden door creaks as Jungkook holds it open for you. You’re not sure what you expected his room to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. The rest of the house is pretty modern, consisting of sleek blacks, whites, and woods. Countertops designed with icy swirled marble. Everything has this cold, impersonal vibe, but this room is the total opposite. The walls are baby blue, decorated top to bottom with dreamy clouds. You spot a chubby yellow star peeking out from underneath one of them, adorned with a hand-painted smiley face. On his nightstand, there’s a pastel purple foldable record player. Standing behind it is a single vinyl: Beautiful Boy by John Lennon. 

“Since you like to read,” Jungkook coughs, turning your attention to a sleek bookcase, stuffed to the brim with hundreds of titles you’ve never even heard of. “I figured you’d appreciate my collection.”

“Yeah, it’s…” The words trail off as you step forward. On a whim, your finger extends, tracing the delicate spine of a well-loved book. A low chuckle brings you back to reality; you peep, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you yank your hand away. “It’s… really cool.”

“You can borrow something if you’d like. Does anything catch your eye?” Plopping down onto the computer chair, Jungkook rummages through his desk drawer and pulls out a tiny black case. You didn’t even know he wore glasses, and when he nudges them comfily onto the bridge of his nose, you nearly melt. As if he could get any more attractive.

“N-No,” you stutter as he wheels closer. Even though you’re towering over him, you still feel so small in his presence. You pray to God he can’t sense how incredibly nervous he makes you. “Not really.” 

“You wear your heart on your sleeve, you know,” he hums, low and sly. “Do I make you nervous?”

“No!” You peep in shock. Is the man a fucking mindreader? 

“Right.” Jungkook peers over the rim of his lenses, dark eyes glimmering in the whimsical glow of the room. “So __, what do you want to be?”

“A teacher,” you say, playing with your fingers.

“My wife wanted to be a teacher, too.” He shoots you the softest, gentlest smile. “She ended up doing business instead.” 

“Why?” You ask, gnawing on your bottom lip. You don’t mean to pry, but this is the first time you’ve ever actually talked to him in a meaningful way. Something about him intrigues you, like a puzzle you’re determined to find all the pieces to. 

“Ah, well,” he sighs, inked fingers scratching at the back of his neck. “We figured it’d be best for our family if we both pursued more lucrative career paths. I switched my major from English to finance.” You light up at the confession, the similarity putting you at ease. “I’m sorry if I was abrasive earlier,” he frowns, “I settled down young and had to sacrifice a lot, so I encourage you to go for something that fulfills you.” With his elbows on his knees, he leans closer to you. “I think you’d be a fantastic teacher. You take care of my daughter well.”

“Thank you,” you peep, cheeks heating up at the compliment. “I mean… you didn’t have Yul that young.” He tried to comfort you, so it’s only fair you do the same, right? “I think your late twenties are a great time to have children.”

Almost immediately, his face drops, eyes glazing over with something so raw. So… longing. You’ve never seen anything like it before. The corners of his nose twitch before he composes himself. “Yeah, I suppose they are.” His pink tongue toys with his lip ring, swiftly changing the subject. “You seem surprised.” 

“I guess I just wasn’t expecting all this.” 

“Expecting what?” 

“I don’t know,” you laugh clumsily, “books.” You mentally curse yourself as soon as the answer comes out. Really, __? Books? 

“What?” He starts, raising a brow at you. “You thought I couldn’t read?”

Thankfully, Jungkook takes your comment playfully. 

“Maybe,” you respond in the same lighthearted manner, feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence, “I also didn’t expect your room to look like a little boy’s room.”

All of the cheerfulness in the air evaporates as Jungkook glares at you with a clenched jaw and flared nostrils. Cleary irate. You’ve triggered a landmine.

“Jungkook, I’m-”

“Stop talking.” He raises a hand, cutting you off before you finish the sentence. Turning his back to you, he wheels over to his desk. “You can leave. You’re done for the day.” 

Looking back, you know why he was so upset that day. You had put the puzzle pieces together a while ago. You’re unsure of the details, and asking for them feels wrong. Silence feels wrong, too, though. Until now, you’ve never dared to speak up. 

You have no idea how to navigate something of this magnitude, but you just want him to know that you’re here. That you’re trying.

Cautiously, with your hand still on the tattoo, you whisper: “He must’ve been so beautiful, Jungkook…”

The thumb that had been drawing soft shapes into your side comes to an eerie pause as he freezes under you. When you look at him, your heart shatters. His chin is caved in with little dents, eyes glazed over with so much emotion. You’ve never seen a human being look so broken.

“Get off me.”

You frown at the shift in his demeanor. “Why?”

Remaining tight-lipped, Jungkook physically removes you from his lap, dumping you onto the seat next to him.

“Why can’t we ever talk about anything serious?”

He remains quiet as he slides his underwear up, not sparing you a single glance. When he speaks, his tone is painfully detached. “Like what?”

“Like what you said,” you answer curtly. 

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to.”

Shaking his head with a cynical chuckle, he begins buttoning his pants, pretending you don’t exist. Like you’re not right beside him, falling to pieces. 

Your eyes dart to the ceiling, lashes fluttering rapidly as you mull over what to say next. You guess now would be an appropriate time to ask him what you’ve wanted for weeks. Blinking does nothing to combat your unshed tears when you realize that his answer has the potential to destroy everything you’ve been dreaming about. Everything you’ve hoped for. “When are you going to leave her?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not being ridiculous, Jungkook!” Shaking your head furiously, you feel the first hints of anger in your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “I’m not! I see the way you look at me!”

“What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Huh?” Finally, he’s paying attention to you, just not in the way you hoped. His face is beet red as he leans closer. “Don’t tell me you actually thought we were going to end up together, __. Seriously? You’re my babysitter! You’re seven years younger than me! This isn’t some fucking fairytale; it’s life! There’s no such thing as happily-ever-afters—grow up and stop acting like a damn child!”

“No, Jungkook,” you croak, fully sobbing as you push an angry finger into his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting childish! I may not be the most mature person, but at least I know how to accept love!”

“So let’s say I divorce my wife, then what? Huh?” He seethes. “I get partial custody? I only see Yul on weekends? Every other week? She grows up in a broken home? I refuse to ruin my daughter’s life like that.”

You take a shaky breath, eyes shifting to the car floor, the air fresher on his mirror, the window. Anywhere but him. The way Jungkook explains your make-believe future together is nothing how you envisioned it. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s just a fucking asshole. Neither thought process eases the pain.

“But you’re okay with ruining mine?”

For a moment, his features soften, and you see a glimmer of guilt wash over him. It fizzles out just as fast as it came. “You’re being dramatic.” Jungkook steps outside, tucking his shirt into his pants. “Get dressed.” 

With jittery hands and blurry eyes, you grab your discarded lace bra, the one you had bought just for tonight, and slide it on your shoulders. When you pick your shirt up, you see that it’s ripped and tattered. Completely destroyed. 

“Here,” Jungkook mumbles, tossing you his blazer as he watches you in the rearview. 

Once you’re dressed, you awkwardly slide into the passenger seat. The scent of his cologne makes your head pound and your stomach flip. 

“I want to go home.”

His lips part, preparing to persuade you otherwise. The hotel room he booked is ready and waiting, just as it is every Friday. He decides against it, simply murmuring an ‘okay’ before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the engine. 

“Do you want to get something to eat before I drop you off?” 

You just want your dad. 

“I just want to go home.”

Other than the whoosh of splashing puddles and your soft sniffles, the ride to your house is painfully silent. Leaning your head against the window, you watch the moon. For miles and miles, it never changes. It’s stagnant, frozen in time, surrounded by nothing but endless blackness. 

“Stop crying! I can’t stand it anymore!” Jungkook shouts, hitting the steering wheel with his open palm, finally growing uncomfortable from your non-stop tears. The sudden outburst makes you flinch. Sighing heavily, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. Just… stop crying, please.”

You sink further into your seat, curling your lips into your mouth to suppress a sob.

“I’m not worth your tears, __.”

You feel nothing but relief when he finally turns onto your street, stopping all the way at the end, concealed by the night and the shadows of overhanging trees. 

“Am I picking you up next Friday?” He asks just before you leave. 

With raw cheeks and a scowl, you slam the door in his face. 

Your feet are so heavy that the sidewalk sinks under you like quicksand. No matter how many steps you take, the comfort of your house seems out of reach. Too far gone. Confusion weighs on your shoulders. You should feel proud, empowered even, but that voice in the back of your mind smothers any sense of relief. 

Deep down, you know this isn’t going to be the last weekend you spend with Jungkook. 

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folklore: hoax ✩ jake sully

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summary: widowed!jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, angst, marriage of convenience, smut :o, oral fem!receiving, slightest corruption kink, ANGST, TW!! eluded to death due to child birth

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- pandora, awa’tula, 2169 -

What would normally take three days' travel had taken five. Your legs ached as you had been flying for several hours, keeping Tuk tucked into you as sleep began to settle into her again. Your food supply was low, same with your drinkable water and you weren’t sure how much more any of you would last. “Jake-we are tired. Let us rest please.”

The kids hummed in agreement but he shook his head, “We are only a few miles out. We should be there within half an hour's time.”

You felt like crying, every part of your body was sore but you said nothing more. Flying close to everyone and you missed the normally loud chatter. Everyone had been so quiet since the departure from the Hallelujah mountains. You didn't blame them, you were saddened but you knew it was for the best, for the safety of everyone you loved. But it did not stop the ache in your heart.

And just as Jake said the reefs of Awa’tula came into view not long after. You might have been able to admire how beautiful the island was had you not been in such a horrid mood. You were tired, hungry, overall just irritable and the blaring horns did nothing but increase your frustration as all of you landed on the beach. The Metkayina were so different from all of you.

Their skin was a teal blue, light blue eyes, and tails so much thicker than yours. You all stood out like a sore thumb.

Tonowari, the chief and Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina tribe came towards all of you, he was tall with broad shoulders, there was so much power radiating off of the man and it made you cower a little. You wondered if that was how the Omatikayan’s saw Jake. But as they looked at you with caution it dawned upon you that they may reject you and send all of you away again, or worse, see you as a threat and try harming all of you. You felt the familiar need to protect settle into your bones and it put you on edge as the Olo’eyktan’s mate came before all of you, Ronal.

She ignored your greetings as her eyes scanned all six of you up and down, a look of disdain evident on her face. “Why do you come to us, JakeSully?”

“We seek Uturu.”

Ronal's face twisted up, “Uturu?”

“Yes-sanctuary for my family.”

Your tail swooshed in annoyance as the Tsahik began circling all of you, prodding and tugging at different parts of you as she inspected whatever she deemed unfit.

“We are reef people. You are sky people-your skills will mean nothing here.”

Tonowari did not mean to be harsh, at least you did not think, just stating the facts he saw. You ripped your tail away from the grip Ronal had, anger settling deep in your chest as you followed her movement. “We will learn your ways.” Jake turned to look at you and he noticed the anger swirling in your eyes, “Right?”

You gave a curt nod, fearing you'd scream out of pure frustration if you spoke. ”Their arms are thin.” Ronal gripped Tuk’s arm and you felt your fangs beginning to dig into your bottom lip, forcing down a snarl as Tuk whined out and ran closer to you. “Their tails are weak.”

She gripped Kiri’s tail just as she had done with yours moments ago and you felt the growl that was threatening to rip out of your throat at any given moment.

She gripped Kiri’s and Lo’aks hands, lifting them for all the Metkayina to see, “These children are not even true Na’vi! They have demon blood!”

You hissed out angrily, tail swishing erratically as you tugged the kids behind you. Ronal’s eyes drifted to yours, fangs barring and hissing back at you. Jake had never seen you so angry, his hand landed on your forearm to pull you back, but it didn't dimmer your angry gaze.

“Please forgive my mate, she is tired and we have come a long way.”

You were about to protest but Jake pulled you in closer as he picked his hand up for Ronal to see, matching those of his two middle children, ”Look-look. I was born of the sky people and now I am Na’vi. You can adapt.”

Ronal’s eyes shifted to your face again and you felt yourself resigning as you grumbled out quietly, “We will adapt.”

“We cannot let you bring your war here. Us Metkayina are not at war.”

“I’m done with war, okay? I just want to keep my family safe.”

You moved from Jake’s grasp, picking Tuk up as she nuzzled into you. “Uturu has been asked.”

Everyone's eyes jumped to you, tears had pooled at your eyes as you realized just how helpless you felt. If they rejected you, you were not sure what would happen to your family. Ronal and Tonowari shared a look, staying quiet for a few seconds before the Tsahik nodded her head towards her mate.

“Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters.”

Your shoulders sagged in relief, “They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes, you were still so irritable. “Thank you.”

There were more words exchanged but you blocked them out, just going through the motions as Tonowari’s daughter, Tsireya, began to lead you to the Mauri that would now be your home. Tuk had wiggled out of your arms as she noticed the bouncy floors that connected the mauri’s. She was happily jumping and it began to melt the ice that had started to form around your heart.

“Thank you.”

Tsireya sent you a final smile, “I will leave you all to rest now.”

-

Weeks had passed and you felt that everyone was adjusting well to the life near the sea, except for you. The children were constantly hard at work, learning new skills and it warmed your heart to see them trying so hard. Jake was always out with Tonowari and the men of the clan, and you found yourself alone during the majority of the day.

It was nice at first, having time for yourself, not having to watch over a clan, you weren’t worried about the needs of so many people. But then the loneliness webbed around every part of your heart, all while you tried to fight the yearning you had started to feel once again for Jake.

He had asked you to apologize to Ronal, with much reluctance you did and even if you wanted to you could not deny that it was the right thing to do. After that the Metkayina women had started to warm up to you as well, inviting you to communal gatherings and picking of fruits or other supplies needed for the clan. But those were not often enough.

Ronal and you grew a nice friendship as well. You understood all the stress she dealt with on a daily basis and she had begun to come to you for words of encouragement or advice as you were the only other Na’vi around her age that understood the burden she carried. Still, it was not the same.

You missed the forest, your parents and siblings, you missed your people. “You are in your head again.”

You met Ronal’s clear blue eyes, you huffed quietly as you placed the basket you had been weaving down, “I am not.”

She gave you a look, one that reminded you too much of your mother or Mo’at, as if she was about to scold you. “You cannot lie to the Tsahik, we know all.”

She was teasing you, you shook your head and your ears pinned back, “I just miss the forest. It sounds so-stupid but the children are always so busy now. I feel lost, as if I have nothing to do.”

“Maybe Eywa is encouraging more kids between you and JakeSully.”

Your face flamed a deep purple, the topic of kids had always made you so nervous. “No-Jake and I are very happy with four.”

She pursed her lips, contemplating if she should say the next few words, “Is that what it is? Or is it that the two of you are not even really mated?.”

Your ears pinned back in shock, feeling something rush up your throat. You felt like you were going to throw up, “What are you talking about, Ronal?”

She rolled her eyes, stopping her movements, “Since the six of you have arrived I had such an uneasy feeling. At first I thought it was due to you all just being new-foreign to the reefs. I felt unsafe, I knew something was wrong because Eywa’s signs felt erratic, desperate.”

You couldn’t even look at her anymore, fear and guilt settling its way into your chest, “Then we became friends, and I thought it would go away. But the feeling was so persistent I prayed to the Great Mother for answers. She delivered.”

You couldn’t even speak as you felt a lump form at your throat, just listening to her like a child being scolded.

“It was such a vivid dream, I knew it was not fake. I felt your pain, he denied you what is rightfully yours. Still you went forward with the union.”

You felt so raw, so exposed as you responded to her, “No one will ever understand why we went about it the way we did, except for us and that is all that matters, Ronal.”

Your voice was so weak, there was no fight in you. “It matters when Eywa has felt betrayed. Have you ever thought that maybe things are turning out so horribly because you both keep fighting what is only right? What has been right in front of you for the last seven years?”

“He does not love me!”

She had never heard you sound so defeated, sadness filling her as she realized just how much you were hurting. “How can you be sure? If you have never told him.”

“Because I know him, I have known him since Neytiri and I were eighteen. I watched them fall in love and in all the past years he has never looked at me that way. Why should I hurt myself more if I know the outcome?”

Your eyes watered, you felt so helpless, like you were drowning under the weight of all of your emotions and no one was coming to save you. “Ronal-please do not say this to anyone. The kids do not need to know, it will just confuse them.”

She sighed quietly, you could tell she pitied you. You felt pathetic as she changed the subject, “You will be joining us today, correct?”

She was talking about the celebration the clan was having later in the evening. It was due to the Tulkun returning back to their brothers and sisters. “I do not know, I did not bring with me any festive clothing. I would feel out of place.”

Ronal tsked quietly, “Tsireya and I had a feeling you would say that.” Your brows furrowed in confusion as she stood up, even with her ever growing bump she did not waddle.

She picked up a beaded top that had small shells wrapped in it, the top was beautiful. Your mouth gaped as she handed it to you, “I cannot take this.”

She rolled her eyes, “You can and you will, Tsireya made it just for you. She will be hurt.”

Your ears twitched are the kind gesture, “She really shouldn’t have. It is so beautiful, this must have taken her hours.”

The embarrasment you we’re feeling melted into something warm, you felt cared for. Appreciated. “She also made you a loincloth.”

It was black, and had the same beads and shells running down one side, the fabric was also longer on the opposite side, not even back at home had you used something so pretty. “I fear I will outshine you, Ronal.”

You were teasing her hoping to cut through the tension that filled the space. She laughed as she shook her head, “Do not get so ahead of yourself. No one outshines the Tsahik.”

You felt a smile tug on your lips, “Thank you, for everything.”

She patted your hand to let you know she heard you, “Now, let’s finish up these baskets.”

-

The whole day you had not seen any of the kids, nor Jake. It was late in the evening and you had finally retreated from Ronal’s mauri to begin getting yourself ready. However when you entered your family home, you were surprised to find it empty. It was very late, the celebration had already started but still you were hoping to find someone here.

You felt a bit disappointed, if you were being honest. Jake would normally wait for you, or come for you but it seemed as though he had already made his way towards the party. You readied yourself quickly, admiring how beautiful the beaded top sat on your form.

You felt a bit out of place, far more exposed than normal as the conversation with Ronal continued replaying in your mind. You pushed past the uncomfortable feeling and began making the small track to the largest clearing of the beach.

Jake had been scanning the Na’vi that made their way to the beach, he was looking for you. He had felt bad after making his way to the celebration without you, but when he entered the mauri and saw it was empty he figured you had already made your way over. He was wrong though, as he had made his way to Tonowari you were nowhere in sight.

He felt a bit worried, if he was being honest. Not that either of you spoke of your deep feelings to each other but everyday he had been seeing you less and less, he hated it. He missed you.

He spotted the dark blue of your skin amongst all the teal and felt his throat instantly dry up as he took in all of you. His ears twitched and tail thumped behind him gently as you smiled and signed your hellos to the Metkayina that you passed. He instantly felt his face grow hot as Tonowari laughed quietly beside him, Jake turned to him slightly embarrassed at being caught gawking over you, “What?”

“I said nothing, JakeSully.” Tonowari was trying his hardest not to laugh.

Jake turned away from him, still flustered. He continued to watch you make your way through the crowd, it looked as though people were parting just so he could stare at you. His heart was thumping hard in his chest.

You made your way towards Ronal and the light of the bonfire hit you perfectly, and he was able to see just how good you looked. “Go to her.”

Jake shook his head no, you looked so happy and a part of him feared he’d ruin it. “She’s busy with Ronal, I will let her be.”

But he found it so hard to look away from you.

You had made it to Ronal and greeted her properly, she smiled at you knowingly as Tsireya gasped, “You wore it!”

The young girl was beaming at you, smiling so big you were sure her face hurt. You laughed as you pulled her into you, “Yes, thank you Reya, it is so beautiful.”

She flushed under your compliment. You knew the girl was pinning over your youngest son, she was trying to win you over and it was working. Not that it was ever a question in how much you liked the girl, she was one of the few Metkayina who had treated the kids kindly from the beginning.

“Go grab food before it runs out.”

Ronal was ushering you away, she was always so worried over you. She reminded you of Zewlay.

You shook your head as you laughed, making your way towards the long wooden tables that were covered from corner to corner with food, there was no way it would’ve run out. It caused another quiet laugh to ripple from your mouth, “What is so funny?”

You looked up and were met with one of the Metkayina warriors, “Tsu’ltan!”

His face lit up as his name fell from your lips, enjoying the attention you were giving him. It was silly, he knew you were mated but it did not stop the budding attraction he had for you.

He had only really spoken to you in passing and his intentions were innocent, truly. But any opportunity he had to talk your ear off-he was going to take it.

“It is nice to finally see you out.”

Your ears twitched lightly, “Finally?”

He sent you a smile that made your insides churn, it was way too friendly and it caused heat to run up to your face. “Yes, it seems that Toruk Makto likes to keep you hidden.”

You didn’t know why but his teasing comment made you feel defensive, like you need to protect Jake’s honor. “No-it is just a big adjustment. I am still trying to get used to being here.”

He noticed how you tensed up, awkwardly shifting between your feet, “I was only teasing, it is just that the clan rarely sees you around.”

Your shoulders eased up a bit, he was only

meaning to be funny. “No need to apologize, I have been told by Ronal I seem like a hermit.”

Your nose scrunched up and he laughed, causing a small smile on your face, “Well you should change that. There are Na’vi who like to see you around.”

You weren’t sure what it was but his comment made you light up, a small laugh fell from your lips as you shook your head, “That is debatable.”

Jake had been watching the interaction closely, ears pinned roughly against his head anytime the Metkayina Na’vi smiled at you. His calm facade wore thin as you continued to speak with him. His throat clamped up as he saw you laugh, he could only see the side of your face but your smile had not faltered once in the Na’vi’s presence.

He excused himself from Tonowari, slowly making his way towards the two of you. He needed to calm himself, the anger and possessiveness that was consuming his body felt so foreign. He was barely within hearing distance, and a low growl emitted from his throat as his ears picked up on bits and pieces.

“I for one want to see you around.”

Jake felt like his heart was going to rip out of his chest from how hard it was beating. He felt threatened. Like he was losing his grip on you. He was not thinking straight, at all. You looked so pretty and he was a fool to think no one else noticed. Back in the forest he never had to stake a claim because everyone knew you were his. Here it was different, here the two of you were just Na’vi’s seeking refuge. He held no real power, no real respect. Everything he felt for you rising to the surface, a cup overflowing and it was going to spill out, messily. All his insecurities taunting him as the thought of losing you began to swirl his mind.

You hummed softly, enjoying the innocent flirting. You felt giddy, desirable. But that was as far as it would go, you had duties and even if you didn’t want to, someone else has already consumed your heart. Tsu’ltan was about to say something else but you saw him tense up as he looked behind you. You were about to turn but felt arms wrap around your waist. They were strong, and as you looked down they were a dark blue. They pulled you in tightly. “Who is this, Tiyawn?”

Jake.

You tensed in his arms at the name, responding dumbly, “Tsu’ltan.”

Your brain felt like it was on fire, trying so hard not to melt against his hold. He hummed quietly, but did not even bother to look at the man. You could tell he was upset, his heart was hammering so hard against his chest you felt it pound against your back.

Tsu’ltan cleared his throat, sending you an awkward smile as he bid you goodbye. You felt so embarrassed. Still tense in Jake’s arms as Tsu’ltan walked past you both.

The embarrassment was leaving your system quickly, being replaced by anger. Frustration began to consume you as your ears started ringing. Who did he think he was?

“You are unbelievable!”

“Thank you?” Jake laughed by your ear, intensifying your fury.

“I did not mean that nicely.” You hissed quietly, “Let go of me.”

His arms loosened but they stayed in place as he quietly called your name. He wasn’t sure what he expected to happen but it was certainly not for you to be angry with him. Jake felt an uncomfortable knot form at his throat as he realized you might have been enjoying your time with Tsu’ltan. God he even hated his name.

Your hands shoved at his arms and you stalked off, your anger felt even as you walked away from him. He followed after you, he felt so idiotic, helpless as you stomped away deep into the small forest on the beach.

“Leave me alone, Sully.”

He ignored your request as he trailed behind you, “No.”

You grumbled out angrily and he grabbed at your forearm, forcing you to turn to him. You were so angry as you fought against his hold, “I told you to let go of me.”

You hissed at him but it did not deter him, he held you close as he stared at you. Your lip began to quiver as you looked up at him. You wondered if Jake knew how mean he was being. All your stupid emotions forcing their way up and hot angry tears slipped past your eyes.

He had completely iced you out of his heart but then did things like this. And it confused you beyond belief, your heart couldn’t take it. He eased up on his hold as he saw the tears flowing down your face, “Why are you crying?” His voice was soft, he let the hand that was not holding your arm gently cup your face, using his thumb to try and wipe at your tears. “You! You are the reason I cry!”

Jake’s face furrowed in confusion, concern filled his body as you began to shake. Were you really that angry he had pulled you away from that man?

“You confuse me, you-you took so much from me!”

All the years of pent up feelings were coming up, you were sure it was an ugly sight to see. A sob ripped from your throat as you pushed at his chest. “And I hate myself for letting you consume my heart-it hurts! I want it to stop!”

Jake felt himself shake as he continued to hold on to you. “You love me?”

Your body went limp against his hold, as if all the fight was ripped out of you. “Unfortunately.”

Jake didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to get the words out of his mouth as he looked at you, your face was dipped down, refusing to look at him. “Look at me.”

“You have already made me feel horrible, now you wish to humiliate me even more by making me look at you. You are cruel.”

You squirmed in his arms as he wrapped you up in his, “Stop talking.”

Your head snapped up, anger once again swirling in the pit of your stomach, “Do not tell me what to do-“

Jake groaned and cupped at the back of your neck, pulling your face into his as he let his mouth cover yours. A quiet noise left your throat as your mouth moved with his, it was not sweet. It was hungry, and rough as if he was trying to take the breath from your lungs.

Maybe that was what he intended to do, finally get rid of you. Now that he was no longer Olo’eyktan he had no reason to keep up this hoax. The sob that was threatening to fall from your lips was stalled as his fangs lightly bit down on the plump of your bottom lip. Your own parted instantly, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue fought along yours. You weren’t sure how long he was kissing you for but when you pulled away your lips felt numb, swollen as you looked up at him, “Wha-why did you do that?”

He didn’t say anything, just looked into your eyes as his arms lowered to your back, pulling you closer as his head dipped down to the base of your neck. He tilted your head gently with his own as he began to feather kisses all along your neck, sucking gently and it caused a low moan to emit from your throat, you felt something low in your belly. Like a small fire that was begging to consume your whole body.

He bit down into the skin of your neck, soothing it gently with a swipe of his tongue. You whined his name quietly, his tail began to swish behind you. His fingers were gripping at your hips, pulling you so close you felt all of him. From his strong chest and thighs to the very evident bulge that was pressing right against your lower belly.

You felt so dizzy, so overwhelmed by everything he was making you feel. You felt such a primal hunger take over you and you could feel the want pooling between your legs, you squeezed them together to relieve the tension building up.

He pulled away and an ugly feeling swarmed your chest, wondering if he was already regretting what the two of you were doing. Your ears pinned back as you felt his fingers trace up the length of your back causing a shiver to run through you. He didn’t stop until he reached the knot from the beaded top, he tugged on it gently before he looked at your face again. He tilted his eyebrows up, asking you for permission. You nodded your head and in the next second it was off you, falling down in between the two of you and your face burned. Jake’s eyes dropped down to your chest and he looked as though he was going to devour you. “Pretty.”

You felt your heart flutter, swallowing thickly as he reached out towards your loincloth, rubbing gentle circles on your skin before he slowly began to pull it open. He was watching you with a careful eye, making sure you were okay with what was happening. You were.

You let the fabric fall and pool at your feet, your whole body felt warm under his gaze, shying away from his eyes as you refrained from wrapping your arms around yourself.

He gently pushed you against the tree that was behind you, your head felt so fuzzy. “Need you to tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice. “No, Tiyawn. I need you to use your words.”

His voice was so soft but you felt it everywhere, shivering from the breeze that had settled over this late in the night, “Okay.”

Jake knelt down before you, gripping the soft plush of your thighs as he picked one of your legs up, throwing it over his shoulder and you tried not to squirm. Even in the close circle of your friends, when you spoke of your experience with the Na’vi men, none of you had ever mentioned this. Jake let his tongue fall flat against your most sensitive bundle of nerves, your body jolted lightly at the attention. You whined his name and Jake loved that you were already so responsive to him. He had only just begun to touch you.

He could not think of another way to show you how much he wanted you, at least not right now. So he swirled his tongue along your puffy folds, pushing deeper against you as mewled out. You felt so sensitive, already so overwhelmed by the use of his tongue. He moaned against you and it caused a quiet whimper to leave your lips, legs quaking lightly against his head. He removed his mouth for you, using his middle finger to gently prod at your entrance. If he was being honest, he wasn't even sure if you had ever experienced anything like this before. The thought caused blood to instantly rush towards his throbbing cock. His finger slipped in easily, your hips bucked at the intrusion, “You okay?”

“Mhm.” Your eyes were screwed shut tightly, body slumped against the large tree, you had never looked prettier. He began to move his finger softly, gaining momentum with each thrust of his finger. You felt a coil begin to build up in your lower stomach, the pressure threatening to snap as Jake set a brutal pace. He pressed kisses along your thigh, sucking gently as he marked you with lips. He mumbled gently against your thigh, “Gonna add another, kay?”

“Yes-please!” Another moan was ripped from your throat as he stretched you out, you felt so full. You clenched tightly around his fingers and a deep laugh left Jake, “Making you feel good baby?”

All you could do was whine, you were so close and mumbling incoherently, begging Jake not to stop. He leaned forward again, pressing his tongue flat against your slit before he sucked gently. You yelped out, hands instinctively tangling in his hair as your hips stuttered, the coil in your stomach feeling like it finally snapped under all the pressure. Your eyes screwed closed so tightly little spots of light appeared in your vision. Your chest was heaving roughly, moving your hips from Jake's mouth as he continued to lap at your release. “Jake-s’too much!”

He slipped his fingers out quickly, pressing a kiss against your hip before he stood up in front of you. Your gaze was hazy, fucked out and felt himself twitch under his loin cloth, “You still angry at me?”

“I think it is impossible for me to be mad at you after that.”

Your breathing was still evening out, legs shaky as you stood before him. Jake's hand fell to your bare hips, rubbing gently as he nuzzled his face against yours. You didn't want him to be soft on you, not right now. “Don’t be nice to me right now, it will make it harder when this is over.”

Jake stiffened before you, felt his heart ache as he watched your body pull away from him. You didn't see it, didn't see just how much you consumed his heart too. It was so clear to him that he had loved you for so long, had seen you for so many years already but was too much of a coward to admit it.

“When this is over?”

“Yes-when you go back to ignoring me and putting distance between us. Just make me feel good, please.”

You knew it was going to hurt, but you were so tired of holding back on what you wanted. If this was the only way you could have him then you would take it. Jake shook his head, he looked hurt, as if you had physically wounded him. “I do not ignore you.”

“Yeah sure, hurry.”

“No-look I don’t want this to end. This is not just a one time thing for me.”

You finally looked up into Jake’s eyes, they were so bright compared to the darkness you were both in, pupils slightly dilated as he stared at you. He looked so honest, like all he saw was you. It made you so uncomfortable, “You do not need to lie to me, Jake. It is fine to just let out our pent up emotions.”

Jake knew what he wanted to do, he was so ready to give all of himself to you. An ugly feeling settled high in his chest out of fear you would reject him just as he had so many years ago. But still he reached behind him, grabbing his thickest braid and bringing it toward you, his other hand grabbing your wrist and placing your palm flat on his chest. “What are you doing?”

“I see you. I have for so long and I have been so scared, but I can’t keep doing this anymore. I hate knowing you think I do not care for you. That you think I do not love you.”

You paused for a moment as his words swirled in your mind, you pushed him away from you gently, bending down to pick up your discarded pieces of clothing. You weren't sure why but his confession angered you, a million thoughts running through your head as you dressed yourself up again. “I do not believe you.”

Jake felt as though you had ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it, nerves wracking through his body as you continued to put more distance between the two of you. Desperation clawing at his chest as your eyes glazed over, a look of indifference as you tried to protect yourself from him. “No-Tiyawn, oel ngati kameie.”

He was reaching for you once more but your arms swatted him away, “Stop calling me that!”

Your breathing was ragged, deep and long like you were trying to catch your breath, “Do you think I do not know why you behaved that way in front of Tsu’ltan?”

Jake didn’t respond, ears pinned back as he tried to swallow the lump that was forming at his throat, “It is because you felt threatened. You didn’t feel man enough.”

Jake’s ears were ringing uncomfortably, “I know you so much better than you think, Jake. Eywa I have spent seven years by your side, for the better half of that time trying not to love you. But it is not my responsibility to make you feel secure, and you will not get that satisfaction from claiming me.”

“That is not what I am trying to do, I want us to be together, I want to make up for all this lost time.” His voice was wobbly, eyes threatening to leak rivers of tears as he realized how adamant you were in keeping yourself from him. Despite knowing how much you wanted him, you would not let yourself be someone he settled for. Some other challenge he finally won over.

“It is too late for that.”

[jwonsite]

hii ely happy halloween !! <333 it's my fav holiday and even if i don't really celebrate it i'm so excited. i was wondering if you could write some halloween hcs with bonedo??? i'm missing them a lot lately T-T fluff, suggestive or smut, whatever you prefer! tytyty 😽

btw i will be considering making a blog so if i do dw i'll moot you instantly <3

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happy halloween bby!!! i also loveee halloween but honestly don’t get to celebrate it too much cuz it’s my dads bday so im usually forced to be home spending time w the fam instead of out and about but i love halloween sm🥹 i also had class today all day sadly so i couldn’t do anything 💔 and yes def moot me ahhhh always looking for some inspo you seem like you have a good brain☺️☺️

i was thinking about jae and some halloween hcs so i’m super excited to right this HEHE

tw: suggestive in hyung lines i think, mostly fluff, mentions of horror movies and characters

sungho -

would be the sweetest boy!! honestly would go along w any costume you asked for

maybe it’s just me but he would be such a good flynn rider… his long pretty hair and slim waist he would look soooo freaking good in the costume, and would love matching you if you dressed as rapunzel!!

but honestly even if you chose any sort of silly costume he would love to match with you too🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

gru and a minion? he’s down. teletubbies? he’s also down. the lorax costumes? absolutely

he just loves seeing you happy!!

if you do dress up in something that highlights just how pretty you are,, he would be reeling a bit ngl

wanting to be alll over you and next to you,, constantly holding your hand while you guys are out and holding you sooo close to him

when you guys get home,, expect to be showered in affection, kissing alllll over you and marking you up so prettily so that everyone can see that your his!!

riwoo -

honestly riwoo would be such a silly boy🤕

he would LOVE looking for costumes together, like he’s gonna be so active in picking one out for the both of you

i def see him getting multiple costumes too for the diff parties you guys go to, one silly one, one really cute one, and one scary one

i also see him loving going to parties and stuff around this time of year, i mean it’s an excuse to just get dressed up and go out so why not!!

i def think he would also be super possessive, but in a more subtle way

leaving a pretty mark on your shoulder before you both left the house, so that even when he’s not with you everyone knows you’re taken

or just bringing you up in every single conversation he can

he’s a little down bad!!!

when you guys get home, def expect to be cuddled up and watching a halloween movie,, that won’t last very long before you both get distracted with the others lips tho☺️

jaehyun -

myungjae my best boy :(((

i am being totally biased to what i was thinking about earlier so that’s what you guys are gonna hear 🧎‍♂️

i think jae would love spending time at home with you on halloween!

sitting on your front porch with your last minute makeshift cat and dog makeup handing out candy to the kids

once you guys run out he’s totally asking to put on some comfy pajamas and cuddle up in bed, turning on some scary movies for you two to watch (he wants you to get scared and get as close to him as possible!)

he would have all the best snacks and food too,, literally would be so comfy and fun

he would love feeling like he’s protecting you while you watch the movie :(

holding you tight and close to him, telling you that you’re okay and that the scary scene on the tv in front of you is over!!

would give you so many kisses on your head and cheeks,, he’s so clingy it’s adorable

overall best boy so cuddly and handsome ugh :(( my sweet boy i love him so bad u guys don’t get it

taesan -

feel like taesan likes standing outside and scaring the children don’t ask questions you know i’m right.

like he would literally go out and buy a costume just so that he can stand out there and scare all the tweens/teens that come to the house😭

of course not the babies!! bring him a babygirl and he’s immediately taking his mask off and reaching into the bowl to grab a giant handful of candy to give to the sweet little girl

like he would just love interacting with the kids and having sm fun :((

he would love just spending that time w you and being so,, domestic about it. he just loves that type of quality time

taesan may be a menace but he’s a fake ass emo too he loves kids and his partner!!

(i exited out mid way to take a break and then ended up watching tiktok asmr and now im exhausted these next two are lowkey boutta be ass so sorry…)

leehan -

i think leehan would def prefer staying in on halloween

if you did convince him to go out he’s dressing like a fish and getting u a costume to match too prove me wrong.

but i def think he would enjoy staying in,, watching some not so scary kids halloween movies while baking cookies and making hot chocolate w you 💔

i feel like his fav movie would be the nightmare before christmas idk i just get that vibeeee

he would also rly love coraline!!!

would ask to do face masks and skin care w you while the cookies bake

also would let you paint his nails halloween themed after you guys eat your cookies!!

all of this in matching halloween pajama pants of course

woonhak -

such a baby omg

planned his halloween costume out MONTHS in advance

his favorite day of the year is when he gets to go trick or treating

he would love to match his s/o too!! planning out a matching costume for them too

would literally drag you around to different houses all night, until you can’t find anymore houses to get candy from😭

his candy haul would be HUGE, freaking giant pillow case filled with candy

he would get so scared anytime he gets jump scared while trying to get candy🤕

even running away from a house that had a guy with a jason mask jump out at him😭

take tons of pictures of him!! he’s just a boy and he’s having so much fun

would love to sort his candy out with you after,, sitting down in the kitchen with you and separating them all based on candy type, and of course making sure to separate all your favs to give to you!

would give you the biggest kiss ever and say thank you for going with him before telling you how much he loves you,, bestest boy :(((

i hope you enjoyedddd i got so tired halfway thru HELP so maknae lines was kinda half assed💀 happy halloween everyone!!! 🎃🎃

[baeshijima]

so um. i just finished the event.

🥹🥹 sniffle sob durin.... but also what the fuck the lore went insane why do they do this with limited events my gOD definitely did not cry during the whole wanderer durin moment haha nope. not at all. totally didnt bawl at that.

either way lets just appreciate wanderers character here bc he stepped up and took initiative to reach out to simulanka durin after realising how similar they were ;w;; like yes u have that character growth and help out others who shared similar experiences with u and become friends with them and gain a lil dragon buddy along the way like u go 🥹

no but like genuinely

just their interaction had me giggling like the denial was STRONG but he still wouldnt turn mini durin down :(( hoping we get to see them together in natlan as travel buddies bc mini durin is now in teyvat iirc so !!! fingers crossed 🤞

BUT

HAHAHAADS ALBEDO HELLO HI SMOOCH MWAH IMY ILY HAHAHHADHDSAaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

B U T

:D what :D

so we got durin lore and hexerzinkel lore... as always we get the craziest drops when albedo is involved in a quest and/or event... now im wondering if that whole "if i were to lose control, will you be there to stop me?" convo we had in his introduction back in like 1.2 with dragonspine will happen bc of durin waking up, OR he absorbs durins vitality or smth and it causes him to lose control bc they both have the same maker so theoretically it wouldnt be impossible for him to be affected and albedo boss fight but also thats like a death flag and i do NOT want to think about that so lets just move on before i start full on sobbing ahah—

AND THEN THE POST QUEST ????

HAITHAM BELOVED HELLO HI I LOVB U SO MUXCH AND KAVEH BBY HELLO HI :((

kaveh and his existential crises: a saga.

im honestly so happy we got to see the sumeru cast again like i missed them sm :(

but oml just all of this interaction.... its just how attentive cyno is portrayed to be 🥹🥹

but also just these bits here had me 😭

crying i love them so much im so glad cyno and sethos became genuine friends 😭😭

and then back to kaveh ;w;;;

also i couldnt not take a ss of this scene 🫡

anyway, bottom line, i loved it. very good event with lore and actually lovely cutscenes like i was in awe just watching them ;w;

[enmi-land]

hiii, diaa! I am super sorry that it happened to you, I can‘t even imagine how it must‘ve been to you! please don‘t worry love, we as your loyal readers, will always love you & support you! <3

and! and! Diaa! I am like super-duper excited for the upcoming fics!! <3 esp criminal love cause it has my bby mila in it! & FATEE, oh god, fate, like what 🌕 anon said, I don‘t do well with one-sided love & the rejected trope 😭 but since YOU are the one who is writing this, Ik that it‘s gonna be a masterpiece!! & I do love myself a fic with the ‘she fell first, but (t)he(y) fell harder’ trope <3 but despite all of this, please put your mental health above everything sweetheart, as much as we are excited about your new works, we do care about you just as much, don‘t be too worried! everything will be fine! <3

btw, this is 🐍anon lol, I was quite busy with all of my end-of-year exams, saur, I couldn’t come online much! hopefully you still remember me lool <3

STOP YOU GUYS ARE ALL TOO SWEET 😭😭🩷🩷🩷🩷 idk what i did to deserve such loyal and supporting and kind readers like you guys but i’m sayrrr grateful to have you bc it always makes me just that much more excited to do stuff for you guys 🥹🩷🩷

but ahhh glad you’re excited!! but omg i’m literally excited to write them bc knowing you guys, it has a lot of things you enjoy form what I’ve seen form my previous works for the 8th member au 🤭🤭 but yess it’s gonna be my challenge to make it heartbreaking but equally satisfying story for you guys 🩷🩷🩷 and don’t worry!! i’m going to take things slowly and make sure i sort things one at a time before jumping into anything 🫶🫶🫶 but thank you for such a kind ask my dear 🐍nonnie!! ofc I remember you!! i missed you sm but glad to know you’re doing okay but hope that exams went well!! 🥰🥰🥰

[satoruhour]

hi T bby :( i miss youuuu work has got me fucked up

i have qn 😼😼😼

ok how would jjk men react to their baby who squirms A LOT when she comes? like chills all over her body and if she's laying on her back she literally arches her back so hard she's practically upright 😋😋 not speaking from experience ofc (m' lying lol i give myself such mindblowing orgasms no man could ever 🙄🙄🙄)

idk i feel like geto and nanami will literally go feral over this and like when this happens they are the type to pull you up on their lap and like hug you while still thrusting IEKFKEKKEOFO

no need to write alot abt this i just want ur thots on dis eheheheh (also i hope i made sense im half asleep)

SENSITIVITY UPPP !

a/n: omg rose ur mind THANK YOU FOR THIS muacks x, i changed nanami’s a little tho! tagging @hyomagiri @mysugu @shotorus @screampied @jabamin @marimogf @arminsumi @slttygeto @etherealxmaya @happygoluckyalexis 💟

wc: LONG. dont even ask im so annoyed i keep writing sm LMOAOAOA

warnings: sensitive reader for all, reader and gojo fucks for the first time but they arent virgins!!, brief fingering and oral (f! receiving), multiple rounds before actual p -> v sex, protected sex, spitting onto your pussy, bit of degradation, use of ‘slut’, implied filming at the end (gojo), RA!geto, multiple rounds, implied oral (both f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), stressed!nanami, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, imagine his goggles having a strap or sum, pussy slapping, slight breast play, clit stimulation, m! masturbation, kinda goofy but we dont pay attention to that (nanami), dad’s bsf!toji (again.. it’s my fav okay), semi-public sex (pool sex), age gap (reader, late 20s and toji, late 30s), spitting, protected sex, slight daddy kink, brief face-sitting (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

like always, gojo is relentless when he’s teasing you. whether it’s by making cheesy comments in front of his students or declaring his love for you in a nationwide meeting of other sorcerers, or even in private settings where he makes you work for either kisses or his cock, it’s always a sure thing to happen. it’s obvious that it would happen the first time the two of you are drowning in pleasure, too, noticing how you always flinch and your moans get louder when his kisses get a little too deep and passionate.

“are you okay?” gojo asks in between kisses as he undresses you, planting small pecks along your shoulder and down your chest. there is it — your twitches, but all you do is cup his cheeks and bring him to your mouth to distract him from your very obviously sensitive body. he has an inkling about what it might be, but he much rather see it in proper action or for you to admit it yourself. “baby’s so on edge—”

“i’m not,” you pout, letting him wrap an arm around you to pull you closer to him. it didn’t help that you were currently in an awkward position in his office at the goddamn school, trying not to knock over his stationery and papers. well, you were, he definitely doesn’t give a shit. “i’m just . .”

you sigh but no words are articulated, only letting him have his way with you in the afternoon. this whole situation has got you hot and bothered by the circumstances in which you ended up here, body on fire both from his touches and the weather. bit by bit, your body’s revealed to him, work pants thrown to the side and your legs propped up on his wooden desk. it’s almost humiliating, but gojo licks his lips at the dark patch on your underwear.

alas, the first time could’ve been in a better place like his penthouse or a hotel, but the two of you was holding back too much that it has come to settling for his office which he hardly even uses. but gojo has a gift of making anything fit whether it’s squeezing into a top of yours for a tiktok video or a terrible fashion decision on his end or; just like how he tries to fit his fingers in your tight hole.

you have a hard time trying to contain yourself as he marvels at the way he stretches you out, middle and ring finger pushing into your gummy walls that’s just clenching, clenching and clenching, and it’s this day you find out gojo is so good at oral that it’s almost criminal. when his tongue latches onto your clit, there’s a plethora of sounds that leave your mouth while he licks and sucks at it.

“s-satoru—” you’re whining, nails sure to leave marks on the desk from the way you claw at it, but you’re also conscious of how your body moves. he’s just too good, though, slobbering over your dripping cunt and pumping his fingers non-stop. the other arm wraps around your thighs and he’s so tall that he needs to kneel to eat you out and you never thought you’d see the strongest sorcerer on his knees. you’re the first. 

“like that? like my tongue on your pussy?” he speaks, muffled, meeting your eyes in a lustful gaze while he continues his ministrations and it’s like that for as long as you can remember for maybe two, three, four times before he finally starts fucking you. after putting on the condom, it takes a while for him to fit himself but he bottoms out after deep breaths with you, and when he starts moving you’re just a mess. whining and panting as your body shakes and gojo is already planning to make you cum even more just to see your sensitive body react to him.

but he’s nice about it and he thinks the teasing can be brought down a notch just to make sure you have a good first time with him; you’re just too cute not to tease, though.

“first time and i already know your sweet spots, huh?” gojo smirks, holding both your legs and placing them on his shoulder, loving how you protest in embarrassment. it’s true, he’s hitting all the right spots, hips ramming into you with proper thrusts that’s all different from your previous endeavours, and makes sure to give attention to your clit, too, locking eyes with you before he gathers a ball of saliva and spits onto it.

you gasp at the feeling and the sight of it, clenching around him and he laughs. “oh, you liked that? filthy slut.”

he’s so gross but your body shivers, already having mini orgasms from the overwhelming sensations but you’re still unconsciously conscious of the way you appear to gojo — it’s obvious he’s had many partners and you didn’t want to disappoint, but you’ve also had your fair share of disappointing partners who didn’t particularly like your sensitivity. from wanting breaks to your body convulsing, it felt like too much for them to handle.

until today, you guess, because gojo’s leaning forward to cage you in his arms while there's a resounding pap! pap! pap! that sounds across the office, pussy being pounded relentlessly as he holds you and encourages your moans.

“c’mon, baby, give it t’me,” he mumbles, hand cradling your face while the other holds his body up, “don’t hold yourself back.”

that sends a chill down your spine, so he notices, trusting him enough to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him even deeper into your tight cunt. he groans at that, going in for a sensual kiss while his thighs and glutes start to burn; but for a first time, he’s already addicted to your pussy, chasing that high in pathetic little ruts while he whines into your mouth.

“c’mon baby, c’mon baby, fuuuck . .” it’s the expression you give him: so raw and filled with pleasure while your body responds so sweetly to him that he spills into the condom first, holding you closer if it was even possible to. gojo mumbles incoherent sentences into your skin, a little annoyed he had came first because it was always you, you, you first and you deserved ecstasy before him, always, but he fights through the overstimulation.

your eyes flutter open and close at every opportunity, not even noticing he’s pulled away from you just to watch you unravel as he angles his hips. he gives extra attention to your clit and twines his fingers between yours, keeping blurry eye contact.

“let go for me, baby,” he murmurs into your connected hands, kissing it, “cum all over me, i got you.”

and you’re cumming, albeit a little restrained from all your previous experiences but you listen to him — jaw slacking from the sheer pleasure and your body shaking so much that it sends tremors through the table. your moans reach the ceiling while your back arches off of it and gojo wishes he had his phone to record everything. right now, memory is enough.

“satoru, it’s so—!” eyes closed tight, he’s moaning with you at your sensitivity, massaging your calves as you continue to ride out your orgasm and letting you reach a calm state. before you know it, you’re trembling again when he pulls out of you and disposes of the condom but instead of an annoyed expression you’re faced with his shit-eating grin that you both love and hate.

“w-what . .”

he tugs you up from your twined hands, placing a gentle kiss that you also jolt from, confused at the smile that you feel through his kiss.

“need to see that again,” gojo moans softly as he kneads your legs in comfort. one hand reaches to take his phone, “wanna see that again, baby— the way your body moves,” and again, you’re scared of the verdict until you see the camera app opened on the screen.

“it’s so fucking stunnin’. you’re so fucking stunnin’.”

✶ GETO

“we’re gonna get kicked out,” you protest and yet you let resident assistant and your boyfriend geto suguru kiss all around your face and chest as he hurriedly removes your clothes and you softly moan at the feeling of his hands on your tits. even if it was the holidays and it was his dorm room that you were messing around in (he insisted, said he didn’t want you to shoulder the shame if people were to hear you), you were still worried about the neighbouring rooms.

“i checked, they’re not in, baby,” your jaw drops at that and then it drops even more when his mouth engulfs your nipple in your mouth, swirling his tongue around your bud.

“you didn’t . .”

“yeah, no, i didn’t,” he laughs when your expression crosses between incredulous and pleasure, humming into your chest when your hands pull apart his bunned-up hair, “but i know them . . they’re the type to go home during the christmas season.”

“well— that’s—! that’s even worse that you know them,” it’s like you didn’t hear the second part of what geto said, “now these acquaintances— they’re gonna hear you have sex,” you shout and you realise your voice has reached a volume higher than intended and you slap your palm against your mouth and you wince again at the loud noise it makes.

he just laughs in typical geto fashion, because he’s always calm and collected towards any problem that arises against him just like this one, except that it was far from a problem because he definitely knew that they were gone from the time all three of them (the ones closest to his door, at least) had knocked to say goodbye until the new school year.

he wasn’t sure about the ones on the same floor, further from him though.

“hey,” he removes your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours before giving you a soft kiss, “i’m confident they’ve went back home, i promise.” and when geto promises things to you, you fall prey to it every time. like how he reassures you that finals are going to go well, like how your submission for your essay will definitely get you an A+, or like how he makes sure he’ll get the important groceries for your room.

“. . okay then,” you mumble, running a hand through his hair to smoothen it out and he leans into your touch, before you bring him to your lips while you climb him, a tangle of sloppy kisses and hands going everywhere until you don’t know yourself any more.

it descends into insanity soon enough, going from dry humping into you slapping his tip on your tongue. and right down to cumming on geto’s tongue for god knows how many times before you’re held up by your arms while your boyfriend pounds into you from behind. if not for the help of suguru’s arms, you’re sure your body would fall forward from how limp you’ve gone.

“sugu— s-shit—” you’re moaning out more to yourself than him, still afraid that you’d be heard but the dick is so good that it has you losing yourself bit by bit and the both of you know that.

“arch your back f’r me, princess,” he pants out, hands travelling up from your nape to your lower back just to press on your arch, leaning back to admire your pretty cunt from behind. the sheets are already a little soaked from under the towel he’s placed out, and if it wasn’t for your pussy, his organised mind would already have a reminder of how he should bring new sheets to his dorm.

but the snug hugging of your walls along his length always causes a proper, well-behaved student like geto suguru to unravel like thread to his rawest self, acting like he’s deprived of sex; akin to an animal is exactly how he’s slamming into you while you relish in the spread of your cunt.

no matter how many times the two of you fuck, you’re always amazed at the uncomfortable stretch and how you manage to take him every time — he knows this too — “takin’ me so damn well, f-fuck,” mumbling right into your neck when he brings you up.

you whimper at the praise, sentences leaving your mouth with no coherence. with his one hand able to wrap perfectly around your neck, the other goes all the way down to your clit, drawing circles that match his pace. it only fogs your mind even more alongside his cock that reaches deep in you.

now with arms released you take the opportunity to blindly reach for your lover, sighing when you feel him react to your touch. every touch he leaves on you is fire, and with each minute that passes you only become more and more sensitive, evident in how your body jerks in his hold.

“shaking s’much,” geto giggles, pulling you flush against his front just to feel your body shudder by his doing, “sometimes i forget how sensitive you are—”

you whine at the teasing words, almost sounding like you’re pouting at it from how you drag your words out, “it’s ’cause you’re always so busy . .”

“i know, baby,” he’s caging you in his embrace as his hips continue to rail into yours, “and ’m sorry f’r that.”

you only hum at his apology, hand clasped tight on his sweaty nape while your body bends in ways you never thought possible. just like his fingers, you can feel his weeping tip kiss your cervix and those few thrusts alone sends you shaking in his hold.

“s-suguru . . wan’ to sit in your lap,” you’re mumbling, closing a hand around the one that’s grasping your neck gently, “tired— just w’nna—” you’re choking on words and teeth almost drawing blood by how hard you were biting into it.

and like always, geto succumbs to your pleas as he wraps secure arm after secure arm around you. he easily manoeuvres himself on his butt and hauls you until you’re turned towards him and leaning against him before he’s slipping into you again.

“show me how those hips work, baby,” he murmurs drunkenly with onyx eyes focused on your cunt. how your hips grind in circular motions and how each time you bottom out, there’s the delicious, familiar squelch of your pussy, “fuck me, amie, there’s no better sight than you on me.”

that, you let out a laugh when in the blur of your mind, you recall that your boyfriend is currently studying old french — he’s been calling you amie more and more, and the endless praise only has your hands pressing deeper into his torso while you bounce on his lap.

suguru looks at you like you were carved by goddesses, watching you intently with a close eye while your body continues to move atop him. your hands feel prickly, sharp along his abs that tense and flex under your touch, hands planted tenderly along your ass and hips that try to help you — he’s just too enamoured with your pretty curves to properly help you, though, only spurring him and his hips on to meet yours halfway.

your hand closes around the other’s wrist, guiding his hand to your needy clit, mimicking how you’d touch yourself when you’re alone and bothered. he takes over easy enough, thumb pressing and pushing your bundle of nerves just how you like it, neck all exposed when you tilt your head back to moan.

“not so shy now, hm? is she close?” your hips pick up the pace at his question, desperate for release when your deliverer was geto himself as you’re prying the hands from your neck and putting his fingers in your mouth; all the while, he’s still rubbing your clit with him rutting into you for his high too. you suck and twirl your tongue around his digits, soaking them with your saliva as he watches you with hooded lids.

“y-yeah . .” you mumble into his hands, holding it so tightly while his cock continues to impale you, “s’full, sugu—”

“i-is it now?” suguru speaks through thrusts, hands leaving your warm mouth to cradle your face, taking his time with the bottom of your face: squeezing your jaw, thumbing your bottom lip, “wanna feel you cream my cock, amie.”

you mewl at that, full on bouncing now with renewed strength on his sensitive cock and moaning without a care in the world, the wet squelching of your pussy definitely telling the other neighbours just what the two of you were doing but it’s hard to give a shit when your walls wrap tight around his dick and you see heaven every time he hits your sweet spot and before you know it, you’re cumming right on his cock, coating his shaft with your juices.

“cumming‚ ’m cumming, suguru—” your thighs burn like hell but the sensations are just so damn good, back arching all the way while your eyes roll back into your skull and you hold onto his thighs. your thighs are pulled taut, whole body convulsing around him while he watches in awe at your sensitive nature, a primal need overtaking him and he’s trapping you with both arms and ramming up into you that you let out a drawn out moan.

“su— too much, s-sensitive—”

“oh, i know,” he grunts and hides in the safety of your neck, arousal spraying everywhere and your needy moans was all geto needed to spill with a loud cry of your name paired with the continual rough thrusts up into your pussy, “oh— shit, shit, shiiit . . gonna fill you up nice and full—!”

geto does just that, cock spilling all of his hot cum into your waiting womb while you let him hold you through all of it — still shivering body and all. and finally when you both come down (or well, just him), he’s grabbing your ass and laughs in surprise when you jerk with a small moan. downtime for you took longer; he’s content to just stay there and let you cockwarm him.

“my sensitive darling,” he leaves kisses along your clavicle right up to the stretch of your jaw and revels in how you shiver and your breath quickens, “you’re so cute that i just wanna make you cum over and over all over me.”

✶ NANAMI

nanami kento would let you step over him, any time. the way you teach the students, the way you stand up to the higher-ups together with gojo so well that he’s a little jealous, the way you’re always greeting him with a big smile the moment he comes home — it’s obvious from the way his eyes light up just a little from the tiring job of being a sorcerer.

today you’re looking a little sexier than usual but at the same time, it’s just you in your apron while you’re removing the suit jacket from him. you can’t even remember the last time you first stepped foot in his apartment, a little intoxicated from the drinking outing you had with shoko, gojo and him. it was clear only the three of you were good drinkers. with shoko hauling gojo’s drunk ass back to the school (and later successfully getting him to teleport them both), nanami takes the chance to invite you back to his place for more drinks.

wine, specifically, but not before a few glasses of water.

you do remember when you moved in, though, happy at the prospect of finally living with your lovely boyfriend who insisted that you don’t need to cook when you don’t feel like it. but you liked to defy him sometimes, just like today.

“hey, sweetheart,” you perk up, eyes fixated on the way he pulls his tie loose and removes it, throwing it onto the sofa. it’s unlike him, but being with you made him less particular about routine when you already take so much of stress away.

wordlessly, you’re yelping as he takes you into his embrace with both arms and feeling the feel of his lips on yours in an instant. he’s worked up, you know, but you can’t help but feel your pussy throb at nanami using you as an outlet to release his anger.

“hi, honey, just— sorry,” he mumbles in apology, forehead resting against yours at the roughness he displays, “rough mission today.”

your hands feel like salvation when you caress his cheeks, going onto your tiptoes to give him a much gentler kiss, “don’t apologise, kento. come, i made dinner.”

he feels so bad for saying the things he wants to say next, not wanting to see your disappointed expression or defeated frown, but, “can i have dessert first?”

he cringes because it’s so obvious gojo made him say that, but he did find your surprised face absolutely adorable. “oh! i . . didn’t make dessert . .” it sits for a while until you realise what your boyfriend was really referring to and your cheeks heat up. stifling a giggle, your head collides with his chest while he just sighs.

“did gojo tell you to say that—”

he cuts you off before you even finish the question, “yes,” and you’re laughing so much that it gets the ever stoic nanami to chuckle to, but he does mean it as cheesy as the line was. “so?”

nanami doesn’t like to play with his food, but he just can’t resist when he’s buried in your cunt near the front door of all places. his penthouse may not be as luxurious as gojo’s, but it still boasts its richness in furniture and decoration, like the full length windows and glass tables that you’re so desperately trying not to shatter. with one hand planted onto the table and the other in the blonde locks of your lover, your moans echo for everyone to hear.

“missed this pussy for the whole. damn. day,” he groans into your cunt, stress from the work day seeping through in how sloppily he eats your pussy, tongue flicking your clit while his hand holds your leg up. the other is busy kneading your tits and playing with your nipples, goggles pushed up to his forehead while strands of his hair stick out from under it. it’s such a new look on him as you look down on him, the bottom half of his face all soaked with your juices.

“like it when i use you like this?” he mumbles into your clit, hazel eyes making contact with yours from below and you swear if it wasn’t for your strong grip on the table and his hair you were sure to collapse, “like it when i eat you out for everyone to see?”

you’re nodding frantically, hole clenching and heart picking up the pace at this different side of nanami, a scowl etched onto his face from whatever happened at work and you wished he’d come home stressed more often. sagging against the wall, your hips only push forward to get a taste of his tongue again, jerking in response when he starts slapping your pussy.

it’s loud and wet, emphasising just how much you were dripping onto the floor and onto his hands. his slaps aren’t light. oh, no, they were hard-hitting ones, stimulating your clit so well that you can already feel your knee buckling. 

“please, k-kento, need your mouth—” you whine, bucking your hips into him that all he does is chuckle a little, finally letting your leg down for a little rest until he’s taking your other and propping it onto the glass table. he knows how sensitive you can get, and he’s still doing this?

“your table, babe—”

he waves a hand, rising from his stance on the floor momentarily to give you a kiss, “i can always buy another. but this,” and you wish you could document how with each kiss nanami lays on your body, he’s lowering himself back to his knees and his large hands on your heaving stomach makes you dizzy.

“this, you, i can’t replace, and i’d love to see my girl tremblin’ when she cums—” he pushes a thumb into your clit and you shudder, hands opening to give your pussy another spank, “again.” another slap and you cry out, “again.” one last spank and he smiles softly at your toes already curling around the edge of the glass table, “and again.”

you don’t catch your breath before nanami goes right back into abusing your clit with his tongue, sucking hard on it and then flicking his tongue non-stop against it, and he switches between both that you don’t even know what he’s doing any more. you’re only focused on trying not to fall over, but it’s proving hard from the way you push his head deeper into your cunt and how your hips hump his face.

through your semi-closed lids, you see him palming his bulge and that only heightens your sensitivity, sight infiltrated by his own eyes staring up at you. his hand only moves faster, making quick work to remove his trousers and he sighs into your sopping pussy at the relief he feels. soon, the filthy noises of nanami eating you out can be heard with the slick noises of his palm against his length, pumping his cock to your pleasure.

“mmhm— that’s it, grind against my face,” your boyfriend groans into your cunt, already knowing you’re close from the way you start to strengthen your grasp on his hair that it hurts just a bit, but he doesn’t mind a bit of pain, “cum for me, sweetheart, cum on my tongue.”

“o-oh shiit, kento—!”you let out the loudest moan at that before you’re trembling all over that your foot falls from the glass table and nanami’s quick reflexes help to support your obvious shaking knees. you gush all over his face while you slump forward and again, nanami only smoothly falls onto his back just for you to slam both hands onto the floor for a proper anchor, unaware of your predicament as you continue to grind your soaking core into his face, body convulsing from above him. his tongue never stops, sucking on your clit harshly before he opens his eyes and he’s just drunk on you, your cum, everything that he has to curl his larger forearms around your thighs and pull you to his face.

“oh, fucking god,” your thighs continue to shake around his face, cumming so much that it falls onto the floor and stains his blue shirt and it takes a while for you to come down with nanami helping you; hands massaging your ass, lips along your inner thighs.

“fuck— how we’d end up on the floor?”

this time, nanami truly lets out a laugh, a hand coming around from the back to hold your chin, “you fell on me.”

“oh . .” you mumble, eyes scrunching in a flustered state while you just groan into your hands, “i am . . so sorry.”

“don’t be,” signalling that he wants to sit up, you scooch down his body and scream into your palms. he’s amused, to say the least, pulling away your hands to give you a genuine, lovesick smile before he uses the back of his palm and wipes away your cum on his face. with a slow lick and intense eyes, you watch as he licks it up, “want you to see you like this again, my love. s’sensitive, shivering and all.”

nanami pulls your chin towards him, “and i’ll make sure to take care of you each time.”

✶ TOJI

“t-toji—” your words are soft with toji’s palm upon your mouth, stuck in a predicament such as this — in your backyard pool that your rich dad can definitely afford alongside his best friend who’s in the same department as him. except he was actually taking care of you, bringing you to places to shop and eat, letting you have a shoulder to cry on. but it’s long before the two of you know that it’s something more ever since you’ve graduated university and were looking for a job.

you had grown into your features from when he first saw you at the start of uni at twenty-three, looking a little more shy than now as you await your first day of a life-changing education. he’s struck by your attractiveness, sure, but he’s more than confident that your father would burn and roast him on a grill for talking about his daughter in that way; a daughter he didn’t deserve, really.

it was messy, your relationship — from two complicated ex-wives to a third stepmother that you were a little tired of opening up to each time; it was clear that you already couldn’t connect that well to your parents. your father was too busy most of the time and that caused a lot of fights, and while this third wife is a little more understanding, it still hurts to see the man you marry lose himself in his work and you’re sure this woman would be on her merry way very soon.

toji came in around when your father had remarried the first time, introducing the two of you over a cup of coffee while you had to meet the second wife as well. awkward as it was, toji’s upfront and blunt disposition helped lighten the mood a bit, sometimes leaning in to whisper at how she probably has a stick up her ass and maybe she only married him for the money.

and toji tried to stick to his job, but the thought of you simply couldn’t leave his mind, visiting your home with every chance he could get. drinking nights, streaming soccer matches, barbeque parties, he was there, sometimes catching and sometimes missing you when you had stayed over at the dorms, but nevertheless, he made the effort.

you both got too tangled up, though, because after all that you find yourself palming your dad’s best friend who’s probably ten years older than you as he tries to sun tan, but all he can think about is your hand on his swimming trunks. you two aren’t even sure what led to this; from talking about the possible jobs you could get into with your degree to your father and his third wife, you had probably let it slip that you always found him hot — or, he would’ve muttered under his breath about how he can take care of you a hundred times better than your father could.

not that you needed anyone, already a full grown adult but his heart can’t help but jump at the prospect of coming home to you and giving you the love you deserved from a proper man.

you both panic when you think you hear the front door opening, jumping into the pool to cool your nerves but toji dives in, too, and now you’re frozen in place, ass propped up against his hard dick while you nonchalantly lie on the pool edge. the older man only scratches his neck and looks disinterested when your father asks why the hell the both of you are taking a random swim on a sunday afternoon.

“summer heat, daddy! it’s a little hot these days,” you lather on the act way too much but your dad doesn’t seem to know what’s going on. you do feel toji’s grasp tighten on your waist though, you wonder if it’s because of the word daddy.

“you’re not wrong,” he fans his shirt which is already stuck to his body; of course he’s in a suit on a sunday and it only means one thing, he’s going to the office to finish some extra work, “well, i’m—”

“—going to the office, yeah i know,” you mumble, sighing and your father at least looks a little guilty, “have a good day, daddy.”

“she’s right, y’know,” toji calls from behind you, hands slipping past your swimming suit and right to your cunt under the water, but what your father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, “spend more time with us next time.”

the other only nods, offering a simple salute before he stalks off but neither of you move until you hear for sure that his car is out of the driveway before you continue grinding against him and let out a soft sigh.

“you know he only means well by working hard, doll,” toji frowns, using the water to get closer to you and he’s instantly drunk from your size difference, “he likes his work — in a world where most people don’t like what they do, it’s sort of a blessing, already.”

you mumble, turning around and keeping yourself afloat, unsure where to put your hands until toji personally takes them and places them on his toned, wet chest. you gasp inwardly at the muscle there and you’re truly realising now that you’re standing (or floating) before your father’s best friend.

“i know i just—”

“need your daddy?” he teases, ducking down to draw out eye contact when you avoid his striking green eyes. you nod, “but he’s already here.”

you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge one bit, humming when you try to get closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. he lets you, also easily catching your legs that wrap around his waist. the water allows that, pinning you against the wall of the pool while he undresses you with his eyes alone. toji doesn’t even need to try and you’re already putty in his hands just like four years ago.

“take care of me, toji, please,” the last bits of your plea comes out as a whisper, desperation and lust mingling together. you tenderly play with the hair at the back of his head that’s growing long and he lets you. he lets you because he’s been waiting all this time, “i want you to fuck me until i forget about all this.”

toji closes his eyes at your request, “be careful what you wish for, baby,” and he’s right because he’s got you crying out for his help as you try to fit him in you while he just coos. need my help? and you’re nodding, sensitive from the many times he’s made you cum in order to prep you for his cock. it’s huge, the first time he fishes it out of his trunks and you think that you might wanna wait for next time until he’s stroking himself and groaning in that deep voice of his.

“relax for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles, fingers rubbing lightly at your clit to get you to relax, but his hulking figure from above you is intimidating to the maximum as he inches into you on your living room couch. it’s the most risky the two of you have been, and it’s rewarded well when the high ceilings of your place echoes your joint moans.

“t-toji—” you whimper, knuckles probably white from how tense you were grabbing on his forearms. the stretch from his tip is already painful that you can only hope you’ll be able to take all of him — toji is slow  — he tells you to breathe, he massages your thighs as if it’ll do anything, but your cunt is still tight after all and the way he spreads you open just sends chills right down to his dick.

“you got it, doll, just a bit more—” he coaxes you and he wants to do away with the rubber altogether, but he’d wait for you. he’s rubbing the legs that were propped on his shoulders, eyes boring into yours. “take that cock like a good girl.” 

once he bottoms out, though, your jaw falls slack at the deepness, pussy stretched to accommodate him while the cover cushions get wetter than the minute from your chlorine-filled bodies. none of you care when the house starts smelling like it, too concentrated on how toji spits once and pulls out halfway — you whine endlessly — and pumps his cock and the second time, it’s rubbed into your clit.

“how does that feel?” he grunts, meeting your eyes and then down to your connected bodies where it still hurts a little.

“stings . .” you mumble, but on top of that, you’re noticing how your body twitches at every single thing toji does. it’s never been like that with other partners, it could have just been forever since you’ve actually received dick and it also could be your developing feelings for the older man, but you’re not one to jump to conclusions right away.

“it’ll go away soon,” he kisses each ankle softly, and onny when he gets the green light from you, he’s rocking into you, body hovering over you with the same hulking figure you remember years ago. the same scar upon the left of his lips, the jet black hair, the confident smirk — it only makes your heart (and pussy) clench up.

“oh?” he grins, “i felt that.”

your mouth twists in displeasure that you can be read like an open book so blatantly in the eyes of your father’s best friend, but you forget about it soon enough when he pushes his body deeper into you, and in turn, your legs are right up to your chest.

“t-toji . .” you’re also wishing the condom wouldn’t be in the equation, but it was the first time both of you had any courage. your nails dig into the skin of his forearm, grasping and scrambling for him to get closer. “it’s t-too— big.” you’re crying slightly, eyes glossy from the mix of pleasure and pain that envelopes you.

toji, while still worried about you, can’t help but let his ego shoot up at that, but he’s already wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“you can take it, yeah?” he encourages, hot breath just fanning over your lips, “can’t you take daddy’s cock?” 

you hum, doe eyed and mouth parted and toji wants to keep this memory locked away forever. the familiar surroundings of all the nights spent here, and now he’s fucking you just like he wants to.

“y-yeah— yes, daddy,” you pull at his nape, indulging you in a deep kiss that’s got you moaning into his mouth. you’re relaxing more, now, allowing him to move — but toji’s thrusts are anything but gentle when he starts and you need to break from the kiss to whine loudly.

“tojiii—!” he simply hums, guiding your legs around his waist while the house starts to echo with noises of skin slapping. a hand slips between your legs to rub at your clit and your back arches off the sofa, giving easy access to your tits on display.

bikini pulled down, toji latches his mouth onto nipple while he slams into you, intoxicated on your hypnotising pussy. his grip is so strong that you don’t even notice your sensitive body, hand smoothly sliding under your pretty arched back, pulling you up. 

“w-wha . .”

“can’t i look at my pretty slut while i fuck her senseless?” he says it so casually, like you’re some hooker he paid to have fun with, but you’re not even coherent enough to form sentences, let alone think about what the two of you are. “it’s only natural when she looks so fucked out, don’t ya think?” 

his thrusts slow down, much to your dismay, but now he’s grinding his pelvis into your pliant pussy while he puts your legs back onto his shoulder. toji hits all your sweet spots, naturally, and he continues his ministrations on your clit roughly, driving you to the brink of your threshold and bringing you back in.

“look at how i fit in you,” there’s a certain awe in his voice when he looks down and you follow his cock that moves in and out, in and out, gathering your slickness all along his shaft that it drips down to your ass and stains the sofa covers — at least it was white. “can’t believe you’ve kept this pussy from me for so long.”

you whimper, hips moving on its own accord to meet his devastatingly slow thrusts as you speak, “it was always there, just— i didn’t think you’d have any interest in me—”

and toji only groans at that discovery (“you were my best friend’s daughter, of course i wasn’t gonna make a move until i knew you were okay with it.”), pelvis picking up the pace to show you just how much and often he’s been thinking of you throughout these four years. the soft, tame pants that leave your mouth are no more as he snaps his hips into you roughly. his stamina is like no other and you try your best to catch up but at this point you’re just being manhandled.

chants of daddy, daddy, daddy are all that’s left on your lips, head thrown back even when he picks you up like you weigh nothing and readjusts the both of you along the long side of the sofa. he at leasts can relish in the cushion of the couch while he watches you squirm from his fat cock, hands grabbing at air for his presence. 

“w’nna . . i wanna cum, toji . .” you mumble when he’s close to you again, memorising how his black hair feels against your face while he litters kisses along your neck and jaw, of how the dip of his skin feels under your thumb as you brush against the left side of his mouth, because you’re not sure you’ll get another opportunity like this. “feels s’good—”

“yeah?” he mumbles, full on pounding into you while holding your legs open for him. he’s close to climax too, dick twitching and pulsing in you and you swear you can feel every ridge and vein of his length. “’m close too, doll.”

the obscene squelching noises of your wet pussy reverberates throughout the living room, and together with his needy groans and your high-pitched whines, you’re driven over the edge with a sharp cry from your lips. his hand is the culprit, haphazardly rubbing messy circles into your puffy clit and continuing even past your orgasm. toji’s jaw drops when he watches your body convulse under him from the overstimulation, back arching so far up and your legs that shake uncontrollably.

“attagirl, that’s it,” he chuckles at your sensitivity but his chest beams with pride knowing he’s seen you like this, holding your legs down easily while his hips never stop, but he’s close from the way his stomach tightens and your pussy seems tighter than usual. “hang in there—”

toji swears lowly under his breath, but before he can even bark out a warning to you, he’s cumming into the condom, body hunched all over your own as his hips still. the gruff groans only turn you right back on, faintly feeling the sensation of toji filling up the rubber and you wish it was all in your pussy.

“f-fuuuck . . fucking god—!” toji’s chest heaves from the intense orgasm, one that he’s never felt so vividly before until you. with one last kiss to your waiting lips, he mutters praise to you, loving how he can feel your cheeks warm. it’s then that your bodies have no more space in between, cock still buried in you while he only holds you from above, body weight just a little heavy for you.

“i’ll need to feel those thighs trembling around my ears next time,” toji jokes, relieving you of his heavier mass and laughs out loud at your confused look.

“that’s such a weird way to ask me to sit on your face . .” you giggle, letting him flip the two of you over before your words are cut off again by an intrusive whimper. your clit’s still sensitive, and the slightest brush against his pelvis can sends shudders down your spine all over again. toji loves it.

“will you grant me the pleasure of experiencing it now?” and before he can even mumble another smart comment, you’re settling right on his face and he looks almost ready to die under your pussy. all he mumbles is how pretty your pussy looks from this angle, before making you regret ever teasing him, mouth working wonders until you’re exhausted and toji’s had his fill.

[baekhvuns]

Helllooo. My trip is going well, though there's so much going on and I'm extremely tired, I don't have enough time for work 😭😭

See idek know if Madrid played well, but it's good to hear they can win when I'm not watching. Lmao right, he could've pulled a Zizou, but waited for him at the car park instead kwjdkskajsjahajaj

Man City? I don't know her, I'm sorry...

Omfg my Exol flatmate has been freaking out about all the Exo stuff, I hope I can bring her a little Exo related gift, perhaps Kim Kai?

Sports being fixed shocking 🔪 they're not even subtle. Okay maybe I'm holding a grudge cause I have two F1 friends and I sometimes read their posts and both dislike Leclerc and I definitely remember him pissing me off at some point, je suis désolé Charles jskajsksjajawjaj. But fuck Max! Oooooh a Lewis movie, a docu or a regular film?

Maybe if Chelsea did the Rover challenge they would manifest a win, because it's looking BAD for them 💀

Seonghwa needs to give me a Radiohead cover, I still of him singing Creep for a few seconds 😭 or a different Troye song, something about more... cheerful. Idk even cover Anti-Hero from Taylor cause I surprising tolerate that track. Or you know.... TAMINO. It's him in Rewrite the Stars! ❤❤❤❤ and not San giving us a sad cover too a d a song that Jonghyun has written. I haven't heard it yet, because I don't wanna be sad lol

I only heard the Xikers song once, it was fine, but I'm just not interested, and my boy Yechan - the only one I know is giving HJ lol.

I'll send you a whole truck of miso aubergine 🍙 if you stop mentioning undercut Hwa! Ok but he's legit the only one who looks good to me with undercuts... not my fave hairstyle, but still it's Hwa http://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1645777420413460481?t=4DN7__sgeyNsFQWfLDOg8g&s=19 except for middle row left and right THAT BALD ASS LOOK NEEDS TO GO. HWA BBY I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS A JUMPSCARE https://twitter.com/hwaberrymilk/status/1641244669551190016?t=6J038XLKmCEVkRgOTq3-SQ&s=19

No way he went coconut head when I have a chance to see him?!?! https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646889850082058242?t=bzDLXyXSeSsPZV-EuZUVlQ&s=19 he looks cute, but there's nothing to brag about, boy :/

I hope we'd be able to record the Taemin meeting 😭 I'm so happy. Sad that it's not the whole Shinee, because I miss them, but Lee Taeeeeeeeeeeeemin!!!! If we get Ten, Taemin and Taeyong to do the Rover challenge I want SuperM back! Btw if my friend convinced me to go to the Dojaejung album premiere I'd have seen THE LEE TAEYONG, but I didn't :"))))))

Yeah Ravi... I can see why he was desperate, but??? My guy, covid fucked everyone over you're not special

I was so shocked seeing WayV like?!?! YY was very cute and shy, they all were. I also spent too much money in that dumb grocery store, like why even, was blinded by the men! SM actually disappoints me greatly, but at least they like me now... I'm hoping for Ateez in Japan, but idk 🔫🔫🔫

I watch Kamisama Kiss and Maid Sama regularly <3 truly the blueprints

Many kpop idols should just stfu, seriously. And need to act like adults, Bambam's agency wants to sue people and alright, does who call him a pedo need to relax, but... no apology? I'm so disappointed in Chaeyoung and her shitty response, girl :/

I'm so stocked for Barbie, even if it's bad I'm living for it, but I'm looking forward to edgy MEN reviewing it lmaooo. Omg the Le Sserafim photos and teasers?! So gorgeous, I hope I like the song though

Model is annoying and Y/N was too nice to him! I still stand by that! Ooooh true Domino as well, it fits so well.

See one of my friends went to the EXO meeting, she's Korean and was appalled by the shit she heard and saw :( kinda ruined the experience for her, because some bitches next to her were awful

Pls I hope Pique's girl cheated and especially with Pep 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hellllooooo https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646412780126314496?t=URn3wDrqRANfwQsY3gwniQ&s=19

https://twitter.com/NotBonkyP/status/1647252825884315651?t=2YBhU2HWp8M4rd_dzjJpTQ&s=19

????? And they're going to Qatar too. I'm gonna go and stand outside KQ's building and yell. And Waterbomb festival, uhm not Seonghwa soaked kn water THANXX - DV 💖

hello!!!!

Helllooo. My trip is going well, though there's so much going on and I'm extremely tired, I don't have enough time for work 😭😭 //// See idek know if Madrid played well, but it's good to hear they can win when I'm not watching. Lmao right, he could've pulled a Zizou, but waited for him at the car park instead kwjdkskajsjahajaj

hello!!!! hope you’re having lots of fun!!! see madrid only played well bc all our players were injured 🤚🏻 NOO SERIOUSLY AND THAT OTHER DUDE IS TRYING TO BE INNOCENT??? MF U MOCKED A UNBORN CHILD WHILE UR A WHOLE ASS ADULT !!!!!!!! anyway, not a new news but real madrid fc dropped to a new low and is distorting and rewriting spain’s history <3 local football news : neymar’s having his second kid, hakimi did a uno reverse , livapool doing a 1-6 😳, rm dropping to a new low by bringing n*zi’s in it?????? mané and sané beef, benzema next season last season, and messi barca ✊🏻😭

???? like barcelona’s presi was unalived by that dictator they are saying favoured barca????? legitimately what the fuck

Man City? I don't know her, I'm sorry... /// Omfg my Exol flatmate has been freaking out about all the Exo stuff, I hope I can bring her a little Exo related gift, perhaps Kim Kai?

man city the one that’s most likely gonna win the treble?? hMMMMMM THE EXO STUFF PLS THE WAY I WAKE EVERYDAY TO NEW CONTENT IT FEELS SUSPICIOUS, yes! if ur in sk april 20,, u might see kai at a hello 82 event! ur exol flat mate better be ready bc we are getting the cb and world tour 😭😭 AND I WILL BE THERE, I WILL BE THERE

Sports being fixed shocking 🔪 they're not even subtle. Okay maybe I'm holding a grudge cause I have two F1 friends and I sometimes read their posts and both dislike Leclerc and I definitely remember him pissing me off at some point, je suis désolé Charles jskajsksjajawjaj. But fuck Max! Oooooh a Lewis movie, a docu or a regular film? /// Maybe if Chelsea did the Rover challenge they would manifest a win, because it's looking BAD for them 💀

NOT even a little it’s ridiculously mad how they are messing w certain teams just for a former racers kid to win,, we are tired of the dutch national anthem, put that same energy to schumachers kid too then 🔫 LMFAOOO SEEE if they dislike leclerc they do not know race 🔫 this overtake he did was insane

honestly i think the universe dislikes him so adding a few dislikes won’t hurt i guess fbwndbsn but he’s mad resilient i rmr his father passed away and the next day (?) he was at the race and won it and then his godfather (bianchi) died and then his close friend did, crazy guy but just drives for ferrari, his teammate tho, he deserves it <3 really does ngl <3 YEAH MAX CAN GET IT HES ON MY LAST STRAW BC IF HE WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP AGAIN ITS ON SIGHT I UNDERSTAND UR FRIENDS ON THAT PART 🤚🏻 a full fledged movie!! a biopic and brad pitt’s in it as well, i think he’s playing alsono or vettel!

LMFAOOO atp nothing can make chelsea win, not even our lord and saviour kai maybe if they get nagelsmann or enrique somehow come

Seonghwa needs to give me a Radiohead cover, I still of him singing Creep for a few seconds 😭 or a different Troye song, something about more... cheerful. Idk even cover Anti-Hero from Taylor cause I surprising tolerate that track. Or you know.... TAMINO. It's him in Rewrite the Stars! ❤❤❤❤ and not San giving us a sad cover too a d a song that Jonghyun has written. I haven't heard it yet, because I don't wanna be sad lol

STOP IT UR RIGHT HE NEEDS TO DO THOSE CLASSIC COVERS RATHER then the tiktok things pls 🔫 anti hero?? omg hwaxtay >> EVERYTHING STOP! ITS TAMINO X HWA AND MADDOX NEEDS TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN WHAT THE HELL, after hearing san’s cover i had to immediately go hear the lee hi’s ver and then stumbled upon her performance of it crying and then sobbed my eyes out

I only heard the Xikers song once, it was fine, but I'm just not interested, and my boy Yechan - the only one I know is giving HJ lol. //// I'll send you a whole truck of miso aubergine 🍙 if you stop mentioning undercut Hwa! Ok but he's legit the only one who looks good to me with undercuts... not my fave hairstyle, but still it's Hwa http://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1645777420413460481?t=4DN7__sgeyNsFQWfLDOg8g&s=19 except for middle row left and right THAT BALD ASS LOOK NEEDS TO GO. HWA BBY I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS A JUMPSCARE https://twitter.com/hwaberrymilk/status/1641244669551190016?t=6J038XLKmCEVkRgOTq3-SQ&s=19

idk what it is but kq doing a lot of songs w that middle eastern sound track that just ✨ like esp the real’s last part, play it at a party and everyone would sTEP UP LMFAOOO I GUESS I WONT GET IT BC UNDERCUT HWA >>>> very hot man, very,,, OKAY SOME PHOTOS HE REALLT LOOKS BALD FHWJFKSFHKS that last one, needs a slap on his neck

No way he went coconut head when I have a chance to see him?!?! https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646889850082058242?t=bzDLXyXSeSsPZV-EuZUVlQ&s=19 he looks cute, but there's nothing to brag about, boy :/

NOOOO I WAS SO UPSET HE BROUGHT THAT BACK WHY IS IT ROUNDER THAN USUAL 😭😭😭😭😭 TAKE IT OFF HWA

I hope we'd be able to record the Taemin meeting 😭 I'm so happy. Sad that it's not the whole Shinee, because I miss them, but Lee Taeeeeeeeeeeeemin!!!!  If we get Ten, Taemin and Taeyong to do the Rover challenge I want SuperM back! Btw if my friend convinced me to go to the Dojaejung album premiere I'd have seen THE LEE TAEYONG, but I didn't :"))))))

PLS RECORD EVERYTHING GET HIS SIGN ON EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE A SHINEE MEMBER HOSTS IT 😭😭 speaking of superm, wonder how that dozen is doing jcbwkcjcl came and posted a picture then sent the kpop into a havoc and then disappeared smh,,, NAURRRRR U DIDNT SEE THE LEE TAEYONG????? TOP 10 BETRAYALS OF LIFE

Yeah Ravi... I can see why he was desperate, but??? My guy, covid fucked everyone over you're not special /// I was so shocked seeing WayV like?!?! YY was very cute and shy, they all were. I also spent too much money in that dumb grocery store, like why even, was blinded by the men! SM actually disappoints me greatly, but at least they like me now... I'm hoping for Ateez in Japan, but idk 🔫🔫🔫

yeah 😭😭😭 ravi bro use some of ur mind,,, like now u gotta do jail AND military?? AAAAAAAAAAAA STOP THEIR SKINS MUSTVE BEEN SO BLEMISHFREE,,, YANGYANG SHY??? DID HE DRINK SOMETHINGVFANBDWK WHAT DID U BUY FROM THE GROCERY STORE 😭😭 are the insides like pc’s and collectors items??? ATEEZ IN JAPAN!!!!! WATERBOMB FESTIVAL!!!!

I watch Kamisama Kiss and Maid Sama regularly <3 truly the blueprints /// Many kpop idols should just stfu, seriously. And need to act like adults, Bambam's agency wants to sue people and alright, does who call him a pedo need to relax, but... no apology? I'm so disappointed in Chaeyoung and her shitty response, girl :/

TRULY TRULY!!!!! omg anon do u rmr pretty rhythm aurora dream, alice academy, kodocha, itzurana kiss??? no seriously like what’s it take u to stop ur mouth,,, if i was in their place id say nothing AND still be earning, imagine earning millions for not speaking??? idols need to go back to being mysterious,, someone said her apology was straight out of chatgpt 😭😭😭 and youngji…saying the n word, wearing a ganesha shirt on a drinking show…while drinking 😭😭

I'm so stocked for Barbie, even if it's bad I'm living for it, but I'm looking forward to edgy MEN reviewing it lmaooo. Omg the Le Sserafim photos and teasers?! So gorgeous, I hope I like the song though /// Model is annoying and Y/N was too nice to him! I still stand by that! Ooooh true Domino as well, it fits so well.

I AM TOOOOOO!!!! booking tickets for it right after oppenheimer bc i think everyone will need barbie after watching that movie,, hoping both of the movies reach a great success!! this year’s movies are so packed, oppenheimer, barbie, dune 2, insidious series, hunger games, ghosted, pope’s exorcist, indiana jones, mission impossible, the nun 2, the exorcist (omg), wonka AND IVE BEARD THEYRE TRYING TO MAKE A LEGALLY BLONDE 2 ???? WE ARE WINNINGGG,, domino’s vocals are so stUNNING YES THE LSF SONG IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT THEY DO

See one of my friends went to the EXO meeting, she's Korean and was appalled by the shit she heard and saw :( kinda ruined the experience for her, because some bitches next to her were awful /// Pls I hope Pique's girl cheated and especially with Pep 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

right 😭😭 idk why they treat them like this for having a family come on 😭😭 BUT WHATS GOOD KEXOLS WERE THROWN BY EXOS BODYGUARDS ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻 THROWN!! KARATED!!!! kexols were also mad bc exo went to japan and were like “are exo japanese singers now???” gIRL IF U DONT SHUT UR MOUTH!!! APPARENTLY SHE DID SHE WAS FRIENDS WITH PEP’S DAUGHTER AND THEN PIQUE CHEATED ON HER WITH A LAWYER THIS IS SO MAD BUT FUNNY pep did it for shakira i knew he was a fan

Hellllooooo https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646412780126314496?t=URn3wDrqRANfwQsY3gwniQ&s=19

that outfit😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://twitter.com/NotBonkyP/status/1647252825884315651?t=2YBhU2HWp8M4rd_dzjJpTQ&s=19 ????? And they're going to Qatar too. I'm gonna go and stand outside KQ's building and yell. And Waterbomb festival, uhm not Seonghwa soaked kn water THANXX - DV 💖

ateez in japan,,, anon are u 👁👁 not qatar come on 😭😭😭 SOAKED IN WATEF FBWNBDKW AND THE WET HAIR???? ANON HOW WILL U SURVIVE FBWNFHK

we winning??????

now hold on…

LMFAOOOO my asian queen 🤲🏻 this is so fun bc imagine her singing fireworks @ buckingham palace fbwkfbsk, can’t wait to see the coronation and the history

[lalunanymph]

⤷ bad idea

as someone who was not the best at making good decisions, it all comes back to bite you in the ass when you catch the eye of your college’s biggest bully.

pairing: bully!megumi x party girl! f reader

warnings: aged up! megumi, reader is a pastor’s daughter, blackmail, dub/con, c*ck warming, explicit s*x, light b*ndage, mild exhibitionism, slight tease & denial, megumi is one kinky as* mf, f.oral receiving, manipulation, unprotected s*x, slut-shaming, mentions of dr*gs, mentions of alcoh*l, 18+

a/n: purely self-indulgent sm*t cause I missed my bby megumi. reblogs, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

You have never been the best at making the right choices.

Whether it was going out for drinks when you should have been studying, or partying when you had a paper to hand in, the decisions you made… did not exactly have the best intentions for yourself in mind.

But this by far was the dumbest thing you could have done. And no, it wasn’t taking drugs when you were supposed to be scrapping for extra points in your class or even blowing through your allowance on alcohol when you should have bought nutritious meals to help yourself focus better in class.

For your biggest mistake came in the form of a tall, dark-blue eyed, handsome young man with unruly inky locks named Fushiguro Megumi.

A seemingly quiet playboy who never ever got himself in trouble considering how he doled out the same fate for others

Oh, you had heard a ton about him all right.

From the trail of broken hearts he left behind to the assignments he disregarded but still managed to get into the Dean’s List for—he was not what he seemed and you were colored intrigued, if not a little intimidated. Your eye was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Megumi was aloof and unapproachable most of the time, but you found yourself wanting to know what was in those dark blue depths whenever he met your gaze.

You had seen him around campus, and with his head of spiky locks and tall frame, he was hard to miss. Nobara had offhandedly commented once that he could be found with some of the other popular kids, smoking behind the cafeteria or getting high with his roommates in his dorm. That thought alone got you mortified despite how you had similar vices as him.

Alright. You’ll admit it: you were a hypocrite. But who could blame you? Internalized judgment and guilt was the core of any young woman who was raised by a pastor. Despite pushing your early twenties, your father still did not allow you to live on campus for fear of you indulging in the very same activities you rigorously partook in.

“Can’t have my little girl be corrupted by all that smoking and drinking,” your father had once quipped over the dining table. You forced yourself to chortle. Ever since that dinner, you never brought up living on campus again.

The house you called home was nestled like a delicate pearl in a suburb only ten minutes away from college. Though you were grateful for the extra allowances you could save when you still stayed under your dad’s roof, it became increasingly hard to mask the scent of liquor on your breath or the stain of nicotine on your fingers whenever you stumbled back home.

Obviously, you were not someone who made the best decisions.

And as someone who often found herself in bad choices, this must’ve been the stupidest one you could have made—catching Megumi’s eye.

It had started when he cornered you after class, the lecture halls slowly emptying. Heart beating like a broken bird in your throat, you had thought that from the dark look in his eye, he would ask you out on a date, or even invite you for a campus party—not thrusting his notes towards you with a quiet but firm, “Help me with my work.”

“Huh?” You were close to regarding him with antipathy when he brought up his phone to your face. On the screen, clear as day, was a picture of you straddling a random, rosy-haired man’s lap in a fugue of alcoholic inebriation. His fingers were deep in you, flashing through the tiny skirt you wore that could not even be called one.

“Your dad’s a pastor, isn’t he?” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. “What would he say when he sees how his little girl fucks random frat bros at parties when she’s supposed to be studying in the library?”

And this was how you found yourself on a sunny, bright afternoon in your childhood bedroom—perched on Megumi’s lap, skirt bunched around your thighs, and his cock buried deep in you, trying your damnedest to focus on the words that were swimming in front of your glistening eyes.

If two small business owners find themselves in a disagreement over property lines, they will frequently engage in dyadic negotiation.

… Shit.

You’ve already read that line twice.

With shaky fingers, you keyed this excerpt into his essay, all the while Megumi remained still in you, occasionally swiping through his phone. You gritted your teeth and forced your frustrations not to spill forth.

“You’re one of the top students in our class f-for business law,” you murmured. “I-I don’t know why you’re doing this to me.”

“You said it yourself,” Megumi snapped his phone shut. “I’m one of the top students in our classes. Under you. I need to make Dean’s List for next semester so shut up and finish this essay for me.”

“I-Is this your idea to sabotage my grades?”

Megumi snorted softly. “That wasn’t my intention.” The calloused pads of his fingers stroked your inner thigh and you squeaked, flitting your gaze to the crack of your door which he insisted you left open. Your dad wasn't home, but in a matter of hours… or minutes… he would be.

“Y-you said need—f-for the Dean’s List,” you squirmed on his lap. “W-why?”

He was silent, and you were sure he wasn’t going to answer you, but he exhaled a lengthy, drawn out breath. The tips of his spiky locks tickled your neck when he leaned forward, lips brushing down your throat. “You ask too many damn questions.”

“You could’ve just asked me to study with you,” you fought hard to stop the wobble in your tone. “Y-you didn’t have to resort to this.”

“And miss a chance to fuck you?” He nipped your earlobe, breath hot in your ear, involuntarily causing you to clench down on him. “That’s no fun, princess.”

In the shelter of your room with its pink walls, pastel sheets and rows of your stuffed animals looking on, this scene was the furthest your twisted mind could conjure. If you could have gone back in time to tell yourself that the boy you had fantasized about—touched yourself to when you had a bit too much to drink—was seated on your plush chair, flickering his handsome but haughty gaze right to where his cock had disappeared into your clenching hole, you would have laughed in your own face.

“You’re distracted.”

As if in slow motion, he moved his burning touch from your inner thighs to the split of your pussy around the base of his cock, easily finding your slick clit. Using two fingers, he rubbed the twitchy button, making you lurch forward from the oversensitivity. Had it been close to an hour that he had bottomed out in you?

You had no idea, the concept of time slipping like sand between your fingers.

“M-Megumi,” you moaned and as quickly as he deigned to touch you, he retracted his touch and you sagged against his broad chest, panting. “I-I can’t—”

“If you don’t want me to forward proof of you being a little slut to your father then I suggest you shut the fuck up and take this seriously.”

That thought was enough to get you scrambling back for the textbook.

Dyadic negotiation involves two individuals interacting with one another in an attempt to resolve a dispute.

Kind of like you and Megumi—but you were sure that in these negotiations, the other party did not hold blackmail material over the other’s head or had their cock buried in the other’s walls.

There was silence except for your heavy breathing and the slow clacking of your fingernails over the MacBook’s keyboards. The essay was halfway done when Megumi must have gotten bored and started thrusting into you. By now, your thighs were slicked with need and your bottom lip was all but bruised from your teeth digging into the plush flesh.

Evening saturated your room with its warm tones, spilling over the handsome smirk he wore when you glanced back at him.

“Megumi,” you mewled and he buried his face in your hair to groan, hips undulating under yours.

“I notice how you’re always prancing around in those short skirts,” his breathing was turning ragged. “H-how you’re putting on a show for half of the guys in our faculty—tell me, does that turn you on, huh?”

You had no idea how to reply to his salacious accusations; your mind was foggy, filled with cotton from how good the outline of his cock felt in you.

“Always been wanting to ask you out but you’re too slutty for your own good, baby,” he gripped your thighs and bullied his cock deeper into you. “Should’ve—hah—should’ve just bent you over and fucked you in that lecture hall. Bet you wouldn’t have said no.”

You shook your head, thrashing in his grasp, your nails digging into the corners of your desk. “N-no, please. M’not a slut.”

“Really?” He gripped your neck in one large, veiny hand. “Then why the fuck are you creaming all over my cock when I treat you like this?”

Unable to answer him, you could only take his punishing pace.

But, before you could finally find your release, he pushed you off him. Woozily, you staggered onto your feet only for him to grasp both of your hands in his sweeping palm. The veins of his forearm bulged when he used his other hand to remove his belt, dragging your hands behind the small of your back and lashing your wrists together.

You gasped, but it was swallowed by his mouth smothering yours. Megumi pushed you back against the wall, and your head spun when he sank onto his knees, fixing you with those piercing slate-blue eyes that seemed to worm into your soul and leave you breathless. He removed his dark navy sweater, bearing his lean torso with a stack of defined abs, shoulders and biceps to your wondering eye.

A light flush spread across his face, down his neck and pecs. His pale skin seemed almost ethereal in the tones of the evening sunset, and all the delicate thoughts you had towards him melted when he flipped your blouse up, exposing the satin cups of your bralette.

“Shit,” he swore softly and untucked your cups, your tits spilling forward, nipples pebbling from the heat in his stare.

Megumi didn’t waste any time, skimming his nose along your pelvis, resting his mouth on the seam of your pussy. He hitched one of your legs around his shoulder to expose the bare hole that was twitching under his scrutiny. In one swift move, he tucked the hem of your skirt into its elastic band and delved right in.

The rough feeling of his tongue parting your folds was magnificent enough to get you exhaling moans like a fervent prayer. Your door seemed to crack open wider but you did not pay it any attention—for truly, how could you when Megumi’s tongue was massaging your clit, his lips mouthing the folds of your cunt to bring you towards the strongest release of your life?

Not only was his cock enough to get your will dissolving, but his tongue was an expert at messing up with your resolve to push him away. The plush flesh of your thighs trembled around his cheeks and you were crumbling faster than an ancient column for this young man on his knees.

The filthy sight was completed when Megumi fisted the base of his cock, alleviating the tension as he ate you out without a care in the world to who might hear. Your mind was spinning in circles at the lewdly wet, sucking sounds, the pleasure unfurling down your spine, your cunt all but clenching down on the stiff peak of his tongue.

As if he were worshipping your body, Megumi removed his mouth from your drenched pussy to leave fluttering stamps up your thighs before circling back to your clit. Sucking on it as if it were his favorite candy, his flushed cheeks hollowed and you inhaled in a broken moan, your hips losing all their composure to leave you grinding down on his shiny, juice-spattered lips.

“M-Megumi,” you keened. “M-M’cumming…”

Denying your release once more, he removed his addictive mouth from your cunt and stood up, rolling down his jeans until they hung around his knees. Manhandling you and pushing you against the window, he forced your tits to squish against the pristine glass—a portal that faced out towards the nice, god-fearing suburban neighborhood that he was determined to fuck you in front of.

Anyone walking past who looked up would catch sight of the spectacle that was Megumi Fushiguro drilling into you at a brisk pace, not allowing you to hide your face, palm pressed around your neck while the other one was strumming your clit at a similar speed.

After hours of teasing you, this was the last straw that broke through your resolve and you came around him with a loud cry of his name, a burst of heat behind your scrunched eyelids that mimicked the hot flooding of his cum deep in you. He held onto your still bound wrists, fucking up into you like a mad bull, desperately forcing you to take every single drop.

Squeaking out, “Condom… we forgot—” it was muffled by his harsh kiss, his tongue saturated by your juices flooding your tastebuds with the humiliating flavour of your own need.

Megumi brought you away from the window and unbounded your hands, his belt falling onto the floor with a soft clink. The both of you drifted over to your Queen-sized bed, sinking onto the soft surface in a harmony of heavy pants and stuttered breathing. You found yourself coming to your senses in his embrace, unsure of how you came to be spineless and voiceless in the arms of the biggest prick to ever grace your community college halls.

Before you could beg him to not share your photos—before you could stand up for yourself and reclaim your honor that you were not some slattern-like party girl to salvage what remained of your reputation, you heard the front door open.

“Crap—he’s home!”

You sprang from his arms and quickly made yourself decent. Megumi, for his credit, understood his boundaries and swiftly dressed himself, even helping you to readjust your skirt at the very last second.

“Y/N!” your dad called from below. “I’m home!”

“I’m in my room!” you responded and glanced at the tall boy beside you. “I have a friend here, by the way. We’re studying.”

Your father’s footsteps clomped heavily up the stairs, and before he could peek inside your room, Megumi and you pushed past him. As if he did not just blow your back (and brains) out, Megumi was the picture of charm when he greeted your father, and you had to force yourself not to groan when you felt his cum trickling down your thighs, staunching your muscles tightly to keep the traces of your debauchery away from your dad.

“Such a nice young man,” your father said, oblivious as he ushered Megumi to the front porch. Thank goodness you were fast-witted enough to close the door so he couldn’t react to the unmistakable scent of sex coming from your room.

“I hope you don’t mind me dropping in, but I’ve always admired how smart Y/N is and—well, I had to get some advice from her on business law before I failed it,” the dark-haired man said and your father chortled.

“It’s no worry, son. You take care of yourself and say hi to your folks for us, okay?”

“My dad’s stationed overseas, but I’ll make sure to send him your regards.”

“Please thank him for his service then,” your father said jovially and left you two with a grin.

“Nice old man,” Megumi remarked and you were about to chastise him when he leaned forward, burying his tongue in your mouth. Before you could protest or even move away, Megumi broke off the kiss, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

“But the threat still stands, Y/N,” he said and your gaze flitted to the phone in his hand, a beacon of danger you could not ignore. “So, same time next week?”

The refusal was lodged in the back of your throat, and when you closed the door on his smug expression, your cheeks heated up when you felt a little bit of his cum dripping dangerously past the hem of your skirt.

You didn’t know what was worse: that you could not say no to that invitation… or that you were looking forward to having Megumi over once more.

What a bad idea indeed.

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♡ Haikyuu!!│Boys as your Roommate HC’s Pt.2│Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma & Kageyama ♡

Since the last one did well I decided to do another 2am shit-post consisting of my bby HQ bois as your roommate so I’m v sorry if it’s messy and seems like rambling but honestly what did u expect. <(￣︶￣)> The more I write these the more I just want to summon satan and make them come to life man I love them sm.

You can find Pt. 1 here

E N J O Y ~ <3

◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒

Kuroo:

So. Damn. Annoying

But in like, the best way possible??

Constantly teases and irritates you while cooking or when it’s your turn to do the chores.

“(Y/N)-kuuun I think you missed a spot”

Proceeds to show swabbed finger with the tiniest speck of dust on it with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster

You have constant competitions who can clean more thoroughly and rip into each other as a result.

I mean there’s worse things to compete over I suppose??

He likes to make it a habit of waking you up by throwing his HUGE ASS BODY ON TO THE BED IF YOU OVERSLEEP.

WHOLE BED JUST CREAKS AND DIPS UNDER HIS WEIGHT.

Wraps his arm around you and gives amazing cuddles tho so its worth it

Borderline suffocating you though just so you get up.

Also, don’t wake Kuroo when he’s had only a few hours rest

just, don’t. If you value your safety.

Last time you tried to haul him out of bed in this state he threw a pillow at you and BITCH WENT TO GRAB THE ALARM CLOCK NEXT but u dashed out the room before he could lob it. 

Speaking of which, pillow fights. 

so many.

 Y’all are always throwing random stuff at each other just to startle one another

You both make a conscious effort NOT to aim for the head though so I guess its ok???

The aroma of coffee always greets you in the morning and it’s become hella comforting since you’ve just come to associate that smell with him.

His bed head is 1000x more extreme in the morning which you tease him relentlessly for and def has bags under his eyes but it looks cute.

sleep deprivation but make it chic.

He is much more of a night owl i’m making it canon idc - however usually has to sleep early due to club activities starting first thing in the morning.

He wakes up especially early because he knows he not only has to haul himself up at an ungodly hour but Kenma as well since he NEVER gets up on time otherwise.

Kenma lives a few blocks down from you guys and you often kick it as a three.

Sometimes he stays over just to save the extra effort of Kuroo going to his place.

It’s always v chill with the three of you as you get on really well and just play mario kart till 2am.

which again, big mistake. They end up nearly being late to practise so it’s kinda counter productive lmao

worth it though.

Kuroo is a salty loser js and will definitely wave his arms in front of you or shove his ass in your face to block the screen so he can overtake you.

Sometimes forces you to go on early morning runs with him but it’s actually really nice since you watch the sunrise together while sitting for a water break in an empty field

Almost poetic if it wasn’t for the constant teasing and bickering like an old married couple.

Kenma is VERY thankful you have become his new victim for those morning run routines.

Bokuto:

SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERY DAY

MY GOD

Actually pretty quiet in the morning?? Like the lil owl is just waking up so he usually just mumbles a good-morning and rubs his eyes its so damn cute

Usually pretty good about getting up on time but some days he needs a kick up the backside to get him out of bed.

He fully made you drag him out of the covers once before he was even willing to entertain the idea of getting up.

those 30 seconds felt like a 30 minute workout since he is so HEAVY.

I feel sorry for the neighbours on that day tbh

“Bokuto-san wake up.” 

“NNNgg-aaagGGHHHHH AGGAAASHIII”

“It’s (Y/N) you dumbass G E T U P”

You aren’t safe for long though because ONCE HE’S AWAKE HOMEBOY IS RARING TO GO.

Frequently makes y’all pancakes for breakfast with a frilly pink ‘best chef’ apron on and it’s fucking hysterical. 

actually has several aprons and one of them has a stock image of abs printed onto the front.

Pancakes is the only thing Bokuto is competent at so don’t expect anything else without the kitchen combusting

His pancakes are SO damn good tho like bitch who taught you to flip like dat.

Does a lil shimmy with his body and throws it back each time he flips so it basically aggregates as a performance too since hes so extra

One time the pancake landed on the floor and he was in emo mode for a whole day LMAOOO

boy was spiking while mourning the fallen soldier.

Akaashi was so confused as to why he walked into practise in such a solemn mood.

had to stifle his laughter once you told him the reason.

For some reason you have this tradition to play board games on a Friday night

Obvs you have to let him win and be a cocky ass bc otherwise he will be sad until the next morning.

sis will be in a slump while brushing his teeth over losing a game of monopoly.

Doesn’t expect you to come to practise with him but is always grinning like a dork the whole way there when you accompany him.

His game is always A1 on those days so Akaashi is eternally grateful.

Often tries to make you go to the gym with him SINCE Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE BOKUTO BABY AIN’T SKIPPIN LEG DAY.

Actually a really good workout partner though, he’s so hype and encouraging.

Grocery shopping is a nightmare, y’all come back with 3x as much as what was on the list while Bokuto just looks really sheepish and guilty like a dog who shredded up the sofa.

Kageyama:

Your conversations are very minimal at first until he adjusts to living with you.

Hella private with his living space and his bedroom

You always suspected he’s got some like weird alien cult meeting from Fiji going on in there with how shady he acts sometimes.

After a while though he’s pretty chill and doesn’t mind TOO much when you invade his personal space or go through his stuff.

I’d still be careful though an angry Kags is not a pleasant one.

He’s a minimalist, so if you ever get decorating done it’s usually you that takes the reigns since as long as it’s got a roof, a stove, a bathroom and a bed he could literally not give a fuck.

Unexpectedly easy to please over the smallest things, make a meal for him after a long day of practise and it’ll be hard for him to contain an appreciative smile.

Do NOT pull him up on it though bc he will get defensive 

just embrace it bro you won’t see it often.

V good at getting up on time and hella quiet in the morning when going about his routine, it’s easy to forget he’s in the house a times so at least he’s considerate.

Honestly doesn’t care whether you come to practise or not it makes no difference to him. Though the closer you both get he will sometimes wait for the moment you walk through the door and mentally slap himself for doing so.

Sometimes plays music in his room but it’s always really quiet and hard to decipher unless you press your ear up against the door.

The boi plays some BOPS though which is really surprising???

Usually takes charge of stuff like grocery shopping, cleaning etc. 

Control freak™️ here to assist your household services. 

He’s pretty dense though with these matters and needs some guidance at times lmao

Will not get the item on your list unless you CLEARLY SPECIFY AND INCLUDE THE WHOLE DAMN TITLE OF THE ITEM

You’re surprised he doesn’t request you illustrate the fucking bar code.

In the end you sometimes end up caving and just either going with him or going in his place.

Once he warms up to you y’all like cracking little jokes at each other and pulling one another’s leg.

if you get up even the slightest bit late he’ll just throw a lil “good afternoon” with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes he will come and chill with you on the couch to binge watch shows and it’s just a really relaxed atmosphere.

has really good taste in movies and series??

Honestly just a hella respectful roommate as long as you respect him and his privacy in return.

You once stuck his knee-pads in the washing machine on a high temp and they came out ready to fit a 6 year old.

You still suspect he holds a grudge to this day.

He also tried to give them to Hinata and never have you seen him more genuinely offended lmao.

Kenma:

The pair of you always end up oversleeping and it’s a genuine problem ur the definition of a disaster duo.

If it wasn’t for Kuroo strolling into your sleeping quarters most mornings you guys would sleep till the suns ready to set again.

Bless up Kuroo.

Constant video game marathons and y’all always compete to top each others time

It’s basically just the speed-run side of YouTube but under one roof.

Cannot and will not cook he is too LAZY for that.

Only thing he will do is stick an apple pie in the oven.

He’s courteous though he leaves you like,,, a 1/8th slice

smh.

You mostly get take-out or you’re the one that ends up cooking.

Veeryyyyy quiet, only noise in the household is the occasional snicker or lil conversation.

he has such a soothing voice hnnnnnnnnnggggg

The only time it’s remotely loud is when you play video games but even then the volume is quite low.

You usually end up crashing in his room from playing games till the crack of dawn and Kuroo frequently scolds the two of you.

you don’t listen though lmao.

For some reason you both end up in a hugging position when you wake up and neither of you have addressed it.

Except for the sus side eye look Kuroo gives the pair of you when he finds you like this.

He knows if he mentions it you’ll both infiltrate his apartment and choke him out with a console cable lololol.

You order most of your groceries online bc Kenma’s social anxiety will skyrocket and not allow him to be in a store full of more than 10 people, poor bby.

It works out for you too since why tf go there when you can have it delivered to your door.

You often binge watch anime together and he has GREAT taste mind you.

You made him watch a romance anime once and he secretly enjoyed it.

Since then he will very awkwardly request to watch them occasionally and you can’t help but smile.

The only time you clean is when you have to, like bins brimming with trash before you decide to take them out.

You accidentally broke his fav controller once and he didn’t talk to you for a week LMAO.

Still handed you one to play split-screen though so you knew he wasn’t entirely resentful.

[katsuriin]

I recently stumbled across your blog and now im obsessed🥺 like the way you write is just so🥰 so if you dont mind, id like to request a little scenario with maybe tsukki, iwaizumi, and ushijima being clingy towards their s/o after not being able to see them for a long time🥺🥺🥺 and their s/o kinda asks them why and kinda teases them abt it i guess?? ive just been a bit touch starved lately need some fluff hehe

❥Tsukishima, Iwaizumi and Ushijima being Clingy Bfs™

wc: 0.9k

gn!reader

a/n: BABY!!1!!!1! I've been hella touch starved lately too 😞✊ so I drowned my sorrows in writing this req thank u sm for the kind words I hope you enjoy this!! 💕💕💕also don't @ me for saying sofa okay I'm britiSH djffshdj

as this string bean's s/o you get used to him only being his true soft self behind closed doors and you're perfectly okay with that!!

so when you meet him and the rest of the team outside the gym when they arrive back from a training camp, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist

he'd nuzzle his face into your neck and you'd be like,, woah,,, u ok bby??

when I say bby I mean bABY ok he's just gonna mumble something inaudible into your neck and hold you tighter, his social battery and his physical battery is drainED

the team are just gonna be like 👁👄👁 cue hinata saying "you tAMED THE BEAST Y/N!!1 1!!!! 1"

hfshdj anyway he's fully prepared to walk to his place whilst clinging onto you but you're literally waddling

"baby if you let go of me we can get to my place faster and cuddle?" /big tsukki sigh/

By the time you'd finished changing, the blonde was already lying down on your bed. 

"Why did you take so long?" he huffs.

"Wow even when you're being a clingy baby, you have the energy to be moody hm?" you tease, setting yourself on the edge of the bed. He sighs before gently tugging you to his chest.

"I missed you... everyone was too loud and I couldn't sleep properly." you giggle before looking up at him, admiring how peaceful he looked. You carefully lift the glasses off his face, placing them on the table, before getting him under the covers. When you got comfortable again you took his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek, a sleepy smile gracing his lips.

"I missed you too Kei."

after finals and then a volleyball tournament the two of you had barely seen each other

so when the bell finally rung, you both rushed to your homes. you picked up your packed bag before running to his house where you could finally chill in each others presence

you had barely even knocked on the door before it was flung open, your boyfriend standing there in a comfy looking hoodie and shorts t-thighs

doesn't even say hi he just stands there like "Baby!! 😊🥺"

would tell you to change into your pyjamas even if it's 6pm hgdfgj

tells you to wait on the bed while he makes tea because he missed you and wants to treat you like roYALTY

He sets the tea down on the bedside before turning to you. His eyes softened immediately as he raked his eyes over your form, your pyjamas making you look extra cuddly. He nudges your legs apart and climbs in between them, resting his head on your abdomen as you smile down at him fondly.

"Someone missed me" you chuckle, running a hand through his hair. He hums in response the vibrations tickling your tummy making you giggle. He recounts the highlights of the tournament and a couple of funny team stories as the two of you catch up, all whilst you play with his hair and give him sips of your tea. When his voice gets softer and more sleep ridden, you scooch down a bit hugging him to your chest as you fall asleep to the sound of each others soft breathing.

you'd been away for the first half of winter break but that was too long for toshi >:(

he'd gotten used to your daily hugs and the influx of affection he received whenever the two of you were together

so when you got back he made sure he was the first to know

Can I come over when you're home? 

it made your heart soso warm when he was as straightforward as this and you immediately agreed

he came over with some basic essentials and snacks because he knew there wouldn't be anything at home for you after being away for a while 🥺🥺

once you'd both finished putting everything away, you felt him staring

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at you with a soft look in his eyes. He didn't look away when you caught him staring, instead the corner of his lips upturned a bit, making your tummy erupt with butterflies. Hit with the sudden urge to shower him with affection, you push yourself onto the counter before tugging him towards you. His hands find your thighs and rest on them, drawing small patterns with his fingers, whilst you hold his face in your hands. You press a soft kiss onto his forehead, his eyes fluttering closed at the contact. When he doesn't open his eyes after, you get a bit concerned.

"Are you okay Toshi?"

"I'm fine. I just missed you when you were gone." 

You can't even bring yourself to start teasing him, as you feel warmth engulf your entire body. You smile widely pulling him in to hug you whilst peppering the side of his face with kisses. He sighs contently, resting his chin on your shoulder, before lifting you up and walking to the sofa. 

He places you against the back of to sofa before laying down, your noses bumping together. For the 100th time that night, your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend. He resembled a big teddy bear and you'd be damned if you weren't going to give him as much affection as you could. The rest of the night was spent giving him soft kisses all over his face whilst his arms stayed secure around you, holding you close.

[jays-nook]

what i liked about episode 4 of still2gether:

Part 1:

sarawatine glaring at dim for interrupting them ASGDGSHDS

sarawat being all pouty because he misses tine already. we love a dramatic boyfie uwu 🥺

earn being a tiktok queen SDKDKSKDKSKS

sarawat cuddling the plushie of tine ADSFSFS that scene was just so soft 🥺💖

sarawat smiling at the polaroid of them!!!!!!!!

just sarawat and earn’s outfits!! they looked so good!!! 😍💕

sarawat missing tine so bad that he imagined him with him in the bed, it was so adorable DDJDJSJS 🥺🥺

EARN’S!!! SWEATER!!! PAWS!!!!! AHHHH SHE’S SO CUTE IM GOING TO CRY JWQBDKBFKDSANS😭😭💖💖

sarawat going to visit tine -> finding him at the pool ADSFGCS YAY ->but him not being  being able to go to him and comfort him is just so UGHHH 

EARNWATTTT YASSS!!!! i love their friendship!!!! also film getting enough screentime in this episode was just 👌😙👌

“at least the distance makes our longing for each other more valuable” i love that line 🥺🥺

the convo they had was just so freaking perfect ASKDKSHSDHS

new guitarist? YESS I KNOW THAT ITS MIL!!!! AHHH

Part 2:

PEAAAARRRR youre so smol and adorable uwu 🥺 ilyyyyyyy 🥰💖😭

tine being a nervous bby + green and tine’s freindship 💕💕💕

mantypeeeeeee 😍😍 + manboss being bffs SKDKSKS

omg do sarawat and tine still now know that phukong and mil are dating???? tine was suspicious of him tho 😮😮

OMGGG phukongmil are so cuttteeeee 🥺💞

H E A D  P A T S ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

ooooo tine’s handwriting is so pretyyyy~

SKDKDKSKS the way he hid that note 😂 dim is so gullible lmao

Part3:

OHMYGOOODDD theyre so adorableee!!!!! them being all smiley when they see each other accross the street!!! that indirect kiss!!! they are a couple of big ass dorks i tell you 🥰💕🤩

omg poor boss lmaoo

YESSSS GO MIL!!!! 🔥🔥

tine bestest leader confirmed!!!!

PEARTINE TOO OMG!!! I LOVE THEM

also bright’s voice never ceases to amaze me everytime i listen to it ADHDHS 💙💙

OHMFOOOOONNGGGGG

awww the baby is so sad he cant go to his boyfie 🥺

Part 4:

nuuuu this is the last part of the episode 😭😭😭

why does boss keep getting hurt whenever he plays football SDKSKD 😂 + man to the rescue~ 🥰🥰

TINE MADE IT!! YAY! (it was expected but im still happy about it lmaoo)

the football team and sarawat’s band won!!!!! niceeeee!!!

omg tine is wearing sarawat’s jersey again!!! love that!!! i just simply love it when couples wear each other’s clothes hehe

phukong i see you being all cute and sending mil a finger heart 👀💙

mantype facetiming during the concert!!!! + man saying how he wants type to be with him to see the medal, they miss each other sm 🥺🥺

oooo i love this song!!! 🥰🎶

ASSDSFS “sarawatine stop being so cute and soft challenge” failed

green is the best!!! duMP hIS ASS 😤🤩✌

dont you just love it when everything connects in the end? because i do!! A LOT 🥰🥰

im a sucker for cheek kisses SGHVHDWQJDGS

“i get it. i get how good it is to have you by my side” ADSSFSFSGSGS

what i disliked about episode 4 of still2gether:

dim...just dim. 😒😒

[catra-goddess-of-lesbians]

(SPOILERS) Out of context She-Ra season 5 reactions

I wrote as I was watching, it helps me cope 😂

• CATRA HISSES WHEN SHE'S STARTLED I LOVE IT SM

• "We'd stay up all night whispering about... y'know, whatever." SHE BLUSHED, WAS CATRADORA A THING IN THE PAST

• REDEMPTION ARC YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSHDKAKVKSKGKSKGKEJDKXDKJDDKJDJD

• "I'll never say sorry to anyone!"

"Adora! I'm sorry!"

CATCH ME SOBBING

• CATRA DOES THIS BEAUTIFUL THING WHERE SHE DOESN'T DIE AND IM LOVING IT

• KYLE HAS A CRUSH ON ROGELIO SJKCKWKCKDKDKVKFKDKGKEKFKVKMEKDKKFJKF AAAAAAAAAHHHHH BBYS

• Glimmer has PTS from being held captive and I'm honestly glad because a lot of shows and stuff usually just have the character brush it off and I like that it showed her distress about it.

• CATRA NOOOOO

• WHEN I SAID I WANTED SHORT HAIR CATRA THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT

• I feel like Catra touching the back of Adora's neck was her crying for help and giving Adora a hint on how to free her.

• DID CATRA JUST BREAK HER FUJUCKING BONES

• ADORA CATCHING HER AND HUGGING HER

THAT IS ALL

• ADORA PLEASE NOTICE THE FUCKING CHIP ON THE BACK OF HER NECK P L E A S E

• "Kisskisskisskisskisskiss-- fUCK"

- me for the 184828184th time this season

• "Promise?"

wHY

• DID SHE JUST

NO

CATRA PLEASE DO THAT BEAUTIFUL THING AGAIN

PLEASE

I BEG OF YOU

• SHE-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

• SHE FUCLING RAPUNZELED CATRA AND I LOVE IT

NOW KISS

• "Hey, Adora."

MY GAY ASS IS SOBBING

• That Catradora hug is what's gonna get me through quarantine.

• Remember what I said about giving characters realistic PTS. That.

• CATRA PLEASE STOP ACTING TOUGH FOR ONE SECOND

• WOW ADORA, JUST FLIP HER LIKE THAT

IM NOT SAYING SHE DIDN'T DESERVE IT

BUT W O W 😂

• Catra has the lil stripes on her back and it's so cute--

• Catra is more self-deprecating than me and my friends combined oop--

• Frosta, give Micah a break, he misses Glimmer and wants to feel like a dad again--

• Okay, Catra and Adora definitely in a relationship in the past. Like, the way Catra held her hand, and how Adora blushed, you can't tell me they weren't canon while Adora was still in the Horde.

• Catra blushing when she sees She-Ra 2.0 is a big mood

• THEY ACCEPTED CATRA WITH OPEN ARMS I'M SO HAPPY

• sPINNERELLA N O

• CATRA LOOKS HOT WITH A PIXIE CUT AND HER NORMAL CLOTHES WTF

ALSO HER JUMPING INTO ADORA'S LAP IS A MOOD

• THE NEW INTRO IS SO SWEET OMFG

WITH THEM SMILING INSTEAD OF FIGHTING

• IM GETTING DOUBLE TROUBLE VIBES NOOOOO

• Anyone else think Peekablue is Double Trouble? No? Just me? Okay--

• MERMISTA AND SEAHAWK

THAT IS ALL

• HOW CAN CATRA SAY SCORPIA IS BAD AT SINGING THIS IS BADASS

• SCORPIA X PERFUMA? IS THIS SMTH WE'RE LOOKING AT?? BECAUSE I'M FINE WITH THAT

• Okay Peekablue is DEFINITELY Double Trouble--

WHO WAS RIGHT? HAHAAAAA

• NETOSSA NOOOOOOOO

• MERMISTA NOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS HURTS

• IM NOT EVEN GONNA MENTION NAMES SPECIFICALLY ANYMORE JUST KNOW EVERY TIME A NEW PERSON GETS CHIPPED IM CRYING INSIDE

• DT is so overdramatic and honestly I'm living for it

THEY CALLED SEAHAWK "HOT STUFF" IM DEAD

• Scorpia I love you and you deserve better

• So did Netossa

• THEY UPDATE THE INTRO TO SHOW EVERYONE THAT'S BEEN CHIPPED

THANKS I HATE IT

• CATRA'S SPACE SUIT HAS COMPARTMENTS FOR HER EARS

THAT IS ALL

bOW AGREES

• BOW AND GLIMMER KNOW WHAT'S UP WITH CATRADORA

OR AT LEAST THEY'RE STARTING TO

• THEY WARMED UP TO CATRA AND ARE JOKING WITH HER AND AKJCNWKCKEKSF THIS IS WHAT I WANTED SINCE SEASON ONEEEEEEEE

• BOW COOING OVER CATRA IS MY MOOD 24/7

• YOU MEAN TO TELL ME CATRA'S CUTE ASS SNEEZE HELPED HER WTF

• I WANT A MELOG PLUSHIE

• NE TOS SAAAAA

• tHEY'RE MARRIED AWWWWW

WAIT NO THAT MEANS IT HURTS NETOSSA MORE NO

THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED TO LEARN THEY WERE MARRIED

• Glimmer picking up Frosta and spinning her gives me life.

• FROSTA PUNCHED CATRA INTO THE NEXT MILLENNIA

• NETOSSA REALLY PULLED THE SPRAY BOTTLE ON CATRA IM DEAD

• SCORPIA REALLY YEETED CATRA

• But wouldn't Scorpia and Mermista be a bad combination? Like, electricity and water? Scorpia would use her power and electrocute Mermista's chip off.

• "WE DON'T THROW TANKS AT OUR FRIENDS."

• Perfuma really called Catra out on her abandonment issues like that 😂

I'm not saying she's wrong but w o w

• WHY DO THEY HAVE AN EPISODE CALLED FAILSAFE, MY YOUNG JUSTICE HEART IS SCARED

• Why would Shadow Weaver try touching Catra knowing how she emotionally manipulated her her wHOLE FUCKING LIFE?

• Catra jumping into a ring of fire to save Adora is what is keeping me from passing out after pulling an all-nighter to watch this.

"Did you just jump into fire for me? 😏"

• "Catra confuses you." AND YOU DON'T?

• Oop Catra heard--

• "What do you want Adora?" SHE WANTS YOU FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

• BOW X GLIMMER BOW X GLIMMER BOW X GLIMMER

• SPINNERELLA AND NETOSSA ARE KISSING IN THE THEME PICTURE IN THE HEART PART 1 AND IM LIVING FOR IT

• Melog do be calling Catra out on her bullshit tho

• "Adora doesn't want me! Not like I want her." CATRADORAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AT LEAST ONE-SIDED

BUT ADORA IS DUMB OF ASS SO IT'LL PROLLY STAY THAT WAY TBH

• KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISS-- FUCK

• CATRA AND GLIMMER? SORRY, I ONLY KNOW HORDE SCUM AND SPARKLES

• "Bow... I love you."

THE NOISE I MADE WAS NOT HUMAN

• THAT FOREHEAD KISS WAS E V E R Y T H I N G

• Mara said Adora is so close to love. C A T R A?

• GLIMMER COMIN IN HOT AND KICKING ASS AS PER USUAL

• Seahawk and Mermista's relationship is so cute and so dumb and so underrated

• Adora gives me Shiro vibes when she's sitting against the stone with a hand on her wound. Then again, this whole season has been giving me Voltron vibes so 🤷‍♂️

• CATRA I ADORE YOU

• Wha?? There's really??? A part in Shadow Weaver?? That?? Cares about Catra??

• I honestly think the only people that are sad she died are Adora and Catra 🤷‍♂️

• dOUBLE TROUBLE

• If Adora dies I swear--

• Omfg I don't know what that outfit is but it's pretty--

WAIT

WAIT

IS THIS HER AND CATRA'S WEDDING???

Okay it's Scorpia's ball but it's definitely Catradora and their outfits are pretty

Also I didn't know I needed ponytail Catra until now

• "I LOVE YOU" KEKGKDKGKELFKFMFMRKSKFJGJWGJDKDCKFKF

THAT IS ALL

• "You love me?"

KFKALXKFKAKVKWKVKSKCKAMBKAKVKDKFK THAT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER OMFG

• KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISS--

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESKGJSJVKDKFKESKKFFKKVKRFKGKEKF

• Best true love's kiss? Snow White? No. Princess and the Frog? No. Catradora.

• In this house, we stan big ass space tree.

• "Hello. I'm your dad."

That is all. 😂

• BOW AND GLIMMER ARE THE CAPTAINS OF CATRADORA CHANGE MY MIND

[jtrbluv]

“F 2020!” - TXT

it’s 3:30am and i’m 2 lazy to make a header so here’s yoongi, i promise i have nicer handwriting

wow, i literally have no idea where to start. it’s almost my three year anniversary of being on this hellsite, but i think i can definitely say that 2020 has probably been one of my favorite years by far, and i am really grateful for it. i think 2020 was a year i was able to improve a lot in my writing despite not producing and releasing a lot of content. quarantine finally allowed me to actually sit down and focus on writing more than i ever have before, and shit, it felt good! it finally felt like i was able to write for myself and not just to please others, and it felt so rewarding rawr (•̀ᴗ•́)و

to all my followers, thank you all so so much. each and every single one of you are a huge reason as to why i’m still here and continue to write. all the likes, reblogs, comments, asks, and more mean the absolute world to me and other writers as well. i think as content creators we can all say that we all go back and scroll through all your messages. thank you for continuing to support me and hopefully i can manage to gift more fics to you this year! luv u all so much <33

to all my mutuals, whether we’ve talked once, twice, never, or a lot, thank you so much for letting me into your world! i really appreciate and luv each and every one of you and always enjoy seeing you all around my dash, we love 2 see it!! i wish you all the best and pls never hesitate to talk to me, i’ll always be here through but especially to support you and hype you all up!! >:) <33

i was going to tag people, but i don’t wanna risk missing anyone T-T. hopefully, you all know who you are :)) just know i luv u fr

lastly, here are some sappy ass luv letters to some of you in particular, sry in advance 🥶🥶

@koushiningg - yeah, of course your ass is going first. hey jae bae, bestie 4L, partner-in-crime, the one person who’s read every, and i mean EVERY single one of my fics. it irks me how much you’re always able to write out your feelings towards the people you care about, bc i SUCK at it! so yes, thank you so much for just being you, i’ll write u a sappy long letter for ur grad email but for now, thank u so much for putting up with my dumbass, listening to me ramble abt the ideas i get at the asscrack of dawn, reading my fics, supporting me in everything that i do. i love u sm fr. here is to the year that we’ve been waiting for, 2021. let’s make it our year.

@taehyungieskith - mika bae........ to think that you were still a local this year is so silly to think abt, i still remember us in the 400s and me giving u song recs in the band room GAHAHDHAJ. i love the little book club type shit we be doing, i always love ur recs duh wtf. thank u twin for always hyping up my stuff and thank god u arent on wattpad anymore mhm love u twin jumi #2 fr

@viopera - VIO!!! we’ve met recently but it feels like i’ve known u for awhile now. literally i’m so happy cuz i remember telling u to write fics and u were straight up like “no.” and now here we are RAWR! u should know this by now and u probably do but i will always be ur #1 supporter and eternal beta-reader. i hope you’re feeling better and ily my fav corpse stan and bad bitch!!!!

@bangtans-peaceful-piegon - AHH PIDGE!!! if i can remember correctly, you were one of the first people i actually talked to on the fic hub server and wow you are just the cutest and literal sweetest thing. we clicked so easily and the vibes u give off are just absolutely impeccable. i love u and i’m always here for u !!! <33

@sugacouture - AYO MEI!!! istg we literally just started talking frfr like a couple days ago but it’s like i’ve known u for years, like wtf. we literally have the same humor and vibes and it’s been rly swag talking to u. i am also more than happy to be ur eternal beta-reader and header helper if that wasn’t already clear duh <3 yeah you are so cute and you write so well that it’s unfair. mhm. unfair. *inserts that one taekook photo* love u, i’ll kidnap u and we’ll get boba and pho <3

@dreamystuffers - RACH!!!!!! rach you truly mesmerize me bc you are so freaking multi-talented, it leaves me in awe. i’m so happy you’ve continued to do what you do luv!! i will always be here and supporting u thru whatever u do!!! luv u sm!! <33

@tatastaetae - marria bby! hi!! ik we don’t talk that much but when we do you’re always such a joy to talk to! the range in ur fics is insane and i always love 2 see it! love u sm and i’m always here for u luv (i swear i’ll be more active on servers wjdjsjjds)

@pjmsdior - bella!!! we haven’t talked for that long either but i always love meeting fil moots!!! you are the sweetest thing and just know that i’ll always be here for u if u need anyone to talk to!!! if i was rich, i’d buy us both new phones in a heartbeat bc our phone literally hate us and for WHAT. kk luv u bella mwah <3

@suhdays - MO! oh my i rly do mean it when i say that u have got to be one of the sweetest and most genuine ppl i’ve met so far this year on this hellsite. ty for making me feel so welcome on the discord servers and networks despite me not being super active on there. when i do get money, i do wish to buy from your etsy shop T-T ,, you are literally the best and deserve the world mo, love u !

@jinpanman - mai! hiii!!! i know we don’t talk much but i’d just like to thank u for the sheer kindness and sweetness you’ve always treated me with! on the occasions that we do talk, you are such a sweetheart omg. ur fics are absolutely to die for and ilysm bby <3

@softguks - AHHDHJE LAUR! when i save u best 4 last <3. we’ve honestly barely interacted at all but you are the most sweetest thing ever, you make my heart full!!! i hope we’re able to interact more in the future and that u come back soon!

- ur local laur luvbot

my secret admirer, hi! i’m not sure if you’ll see this or not since i obviously can’t tag u, but i rly do appreciate u and all the messages u send 🥺🥺 sometimes i go back to them and read them over bc they’re actually so sweet and this is my first actual anon interaction rawr ;w; like always, i wish u nothing but the best and pls take care ☀️ anon!!! <3

sending luv and good vibes to all of u for the new year, always <3

— love, jumi (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

[saturnist]

omg lex lex lex hhh the last chapter of realianna was so :(( it was so precious please T—T IT FEELS LIKE THE END OF AN ERA T—T noah is like hands down one of the best ml’s ever i do not take criticism

ASLO HH i hehe have a few manhwa recs <3

- how to be a dark hero’s daughter (this one is new but it’s just so HH I LOVE IT <33 it has such cute family moments and it just warms my heart so much)

- the symbiotic relationship between a rabbit and a black panther (this one is like very cute help)

- white blood (ahahaha i will never not recommend this one. it is genuinely amazing)

- observing elena evoy / my observational diary of elena evoy (STOP THIS ONE IS SO PRECIOUS LMAOO it’s so fluffy ;v;)

- beware of the villainess (the fl is such a badass please and the ml is so adorable)

- death is the only ending for the villainess (i love otome based things and this is really good)

- i will be the matriarch in this life (THIS HAS THE BEST DAD EVER TO GRACE ANY MANHWA HANDS DOWN BEST FATHER DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP)

- roxana / the way to protect the female lead’s older brother (SO GOOD HHHH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. from the art to the story, it’s hands down wonderful all around)

- a stepmother’s märchen / the fantasie of a stepmother (this one has made me cry so many times T—T i love how you get to see the relationship blossom between the characters and how they develop their family relationship)

- remarried empress (navier and heinrey. that’s it. that’s the tweet).

ok so out of these i’m not sure how many you’ve read but here you go <3

also hi >///< hru

OMG HI OLI BBY I MISS U !!! yess noah’s one of my favs too >:) he’s just the perfect blend of sweet and spicy v.v WAH wait i just caught up with white blood yesterday i love it sm !!! i cant wait for the next chaps omg i feel like the ending is near </3 death is the only ending, roxana, and remarried empress are some of my favs of all time omfg they’re so good (also im in love with roxana fr fr she’s just so. perfect.) and eeeeee tysm for the recs !!!! im so excited to go through them heheh some are already in my reading list so now i’m ever more excited to read them :> i didn’t know you loved manhwas as well tho omg ??

and im doing good ^^ im binging manhwas and ignoring my lectures rn whoops </3 but anw hru !! it’s been a while aaaa how’ve you been angel? <33

[tsukishumai]

HI BESTIEEEEE!!! IVE MISSED U SO MUCH 😭😭 HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?!?! I LITERALLY HAVEN'T BEEN ON TUMBLR FOR SO LONG TOO IT'S NUTS!! 😭😭

So you remember that req?? I'm done with it and I got a really high grade from that class!! 😭 My dilemma now though is I'm trying to finish a couple of my other subjects. I wasn't able to really touch on the other ones because I was so focused on finishing that class. I'm still gonna be pretty the busy for a couple of more weeks but, I can't wait to catch up with your new stuff in your blog and everything else in between!! But I did see, 1.5K BESTIE?!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU 😭😭 AND WTFH I REALLY MISSED YOUR EVENT HUH 😭💔 WILL U BE DOING ANOTHER ONE IF U HIT 2K??!! BC THIS BREAKS MY HEART NOT WITNESSING YOUR MILESTONE IN REEL TIME AND WOULDVE WANTED A MATCHUP 💔 BUT CONGRATS STILL BB!!

Anyways, I hope ALL IS BOMB W U BABE!! Goodness, I wanna be free from all my uni shackles and just do whatever the fuck I want 😩😭 IVE MISSED U SM BESTIE ILY AND U TAKE CARE OK!! I'll try to drop by whenever and as soon as I can 🧡 Have a great week ahead my love!!

-🦠

OMG... IS... IS THAT MY BESTIE GERMY?! AHHHH IM GONNA SCREAM AFDSAF GERMY IT'S BEEN FOREVER I MISSED U SO SO MUCHHH i thought you forgot about meeeee o(TヘTo) くぅ

AAWWW SHIIIITT BAD BITCH GERMY!!! i knew you would KILL that req specially with how hard you were working for it omg afsda I'M SO PROUD OF BBY!! YOU DID THAT!!! hehe, and its ok, this seemed to be like, that hardest project of yours so anything else from now on would be a piece of cake! i BELIEVE IN U GERMY UR GONNA ACE ALL UR OTHER SUBJECTS TOO I JUST KNOW IT!!

DSDALFDA OMG ITS OK!! THANK YOU GERMY (ˊ•͈ ◡ •͈ˋ) ilysm literally your messages always make me happy hehe i love hearing from you!! AND YES I'LL HOST A 2K EVENT IF I EVER EVEN GET TO 2K TT-TT just for you bestie <33 AND im excited for u to read the new ushiwaka stuff hehe I KNOW THATS UR MANZZZ

EEEK thanks for dropping by and sending me messages even tho i know ur super busy ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL, AND REMEMBERING TO TAKE BREAKS AND TO GET REST AND STAY HYDRATED ILY ILY I MISSED U SO MUCH GERMY MWAH MWAH!!