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they're a homewrecker.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ about: fluff, angst, a bit smutty, way too h*rny in the descriptions, non-idol! au so keep that in mind

━ a/n: discusses themes of cheating, broken and unhappy relationships and seduction so switch off your moral compasses, it's not a red flag if you're colourblind

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: Life is a peculiar type of mundane at "Borges" and though at times Namjoon is strangely content, other times he's ripping his hair from the scalp just to feel something. So when he finally gets a co-worker, he's over the moon already. He doesn't care if it's an old lady or a guy fresh out of high school. He'll take anyone to help, to wander the narrow shelves of this overrun bookstore. And then it's you.

You

And he's a goner.

Every day he's a goner.

Because for the first time he can talk about things he likes and is not told to shut up. And in his defence, he only discovers you have a partner when he's too far gone. The paper around the flowers rustles as he clutches the tulips nervously - ready to finally ask. And then the bell rings above the doors and you turn around, greeting the stranger.

"Hello, love."

He swiftly hides the flowers behind his back, pretending to be thoroughly immersed in the book registry as you kiss the stranger on the cheek. And that kiss shatters his heart into shards that still bleed.

The way your partner's eyes glint, he knows they know. Know of this ugly thing Namjoon has been unknowingly harbouring, a rotten seed with no flowers, no fruits. But you don't look happy and he knows your happiness - you are one when you're with him.

"You never told me you're dating," he lightly remarks, fingers running along the printed QR codes meant to take the scanner to the bookstore's website. It's been a sleepless, dreadful night. His skin had burned as though fevered but he was not sick. Not physically at least.

"It's not...something I like to share," you reply and there's that wrinkle between your brows. He wants to kiss it away.

You're unloved, plainly so.

And it's all unfair.

It's not in Namjoon's nature to be unfair, cruel even and malicious but his skin is burning and he mutters faint apologies in the wind.

But your partner should have appreciated a good thing when they had one.

It's hard to resist Namjoon already as it is, you find out, but you promised. Or at least you think you had. You don't know what your "love" is doing all you know is that this is becoming ridiculous. Why you haven't broken up yet is beyond a mystery, perhaps because they were the first one ever to ask or perhaps to not disappoint your parents. But that promise, all reasons are wearing thin because of Namjoon.

You sigh, partly dreamily, partly heavy. You don't know who made him, who created a man so fine, but you want to curse them and whatever fate sent you his way. This was a cruel test of your morality. And it doesn't help that he seems to goad you further. His sharp and angled eyes previously so captivated by books now are drawing webs around you like a spider. And so you sigh once more. This is wrong.

If only that would wash this away.

With strong arms, sly looks and obstinate determination, he commits to sin. Woos you in every way he can, knows how to. Flowers, poems, walks back home along the river, coffee dates, praise and oftentimes giving you this look. Sitting with legs sprawled across the sofa, tan skin glowing in the sun, he gives you this look, the one that says you can have it all if you just take it. But taking is wrong. Taking is bad.

But who will tell Namjoon that when he's committed?

He stands right beside you, towering tall and sort of feverish, in the small space you can feel the heat of his body practically sweltering. It's really hard to breathe, let alone think.

"We uh...got a new shipment of uh...Octavia Butler, we should," he takes a step closer while you take one away, your back hitting against the bookshelf. You can't think at all and he leans down to ghost his lips across yours. Please let this be a dream, a nightmare anything.

"You can't," it falls broken from your mouth.

"I shouldn't," he corrects. "Doesn't mean I can't. That I won't."

He's so passionate like fire almost, enveloping you whole as he pushes you up the bookshelf. Books fall as it rattles but neither of you care.

"This is wrong," you try to object but it's too faint to be of any sort of argument. He's kissing your neck and for the first time in any relationship, you hum with life as his fingers trail over your bottom lip, prying it open so he could kiss you once more. Drown you into himself.

"Maybe," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pushing you closer, already impossible given how he's everywhere. There's not an inch not burning, not kissed and adored. "But you should be treated better than that. So let me show you better."

YOONGI: Never had anyone known Yoongi to be partial to injustice. To save a tiresomely long monologue they would say, in frank, like Yoongi himself would, he tried to not be a dick. For most of his life, he thought that those walking brainrots weaselling their way into someone else's relationship were nothing but worms, maggots feasting on someone else's gain because they could get nothing done by themselves but now...

After you...

Everything has changed.

Or well perhaps Yoongi himself was secretly a maggot, who knows. He didn't as he was doing things now he never thought he would.

"You lost, kitten?" he rasps, leaning against the wall. Already by your face, he knows you can tell he's up to no good. It's what you had - a mutual understanding. And a mutual flight of stairs to be shared in sickness and in health.

"Turn your music down," you say with a smile that clearly wants to kill him. He says if you want to kill him, go ahead but at least kiss him first.

"Come in here and turn it down yourself."

He actually absolutely loathes the shit that he's been saying. It's right down disgusting to himself as he's never untoward, merely teasing for now. He remembers coming to this very flight of stairs late at night only to find you crying. He doesn't know how many people walked past but you had merely scooched to the side, expecting him to go about his business like you were a ghost. No, less than that - nothing at all.

"Why are you crying?" it was perhaps a dumb thing to ask but one straight to the point. You were surprised by him noticing you but grateful. And at that moment his heart pulsed with pain. No one should be grateful for the bare minimum.

"You ever think you're losing your life right in front of yours?"

"All the time," he replied. "But I'm a depressed bastard. Why do you feel that way?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I could do more... I want to write...but publishers and then my partner says who cares...and maybe no one does."

The sentences make little sense to Yoongi but nevertheless, he understands that no one has talked to you for a very long time. It's gushing out of you like a river unbound.

"Hey, I care," he interjects.

"But you're a stranger!"

"Can strangers not care?"

And for a second Yoongi thought he thought he found a kindred soul in the eyes staring up at him only then the doors to your apartment open and a head pops through, snaps at you to come inside and stop talking to weird strangers.

Yoongi never liked his neighbours, but he began to loathe this one.

"And step inside your man cave?" you scoff. "No, thank you. You've probably got cockroaches crawling all over that place."

He ignores the low-hanging fruit involving the word cock. Alas, he hadn't fallen that down his morals to make lame jokes.

"It's perfectly clean, doll. Both my apartment and me."

"Well, it also should be quiet," you dryly remark. He loves when you do that. But he loves everything about you. Sometimes he thinks he's crazy. Just yesterday he had to stop himself from spraying your perfume bottle whose tester he found at the store just to have some semblance of what would it feel like to be with you. Your perfume mixing in with his clothes. Your shampoo in his towels.

"My head hurts."

He doesn't need to be told twice to turn it down.

He doesn't know what to do. How do homewreckers operate? Is there a plan to it? Or is it their wily charms? Yoongi never knew how to be charming, he just was and sometimes people liked it. All he knows he wants to care for you.

When he finds you inevitably crying again, this time over torn papers, he doesn't say anything just takes you by the hand and leads you into his apartment.

"I'll make some food," is all he says as you sit, unsure, by his kitchen table.

"You have books..." you rasp, voice a splintered gravel. Clearly having wept for a long time.

"Did you think I couldn't read?" he chuckles lightly.

"A bit. I thought you were in a gang."

He laughs some more.

"You're a judgmental little one, aren't you?"

But Yoongi's apartment indeed is clean, well furnished and even homey, you would say. He is a strange man. One you were fancying quite a lot to the point that for some reason the latest character, simultaneously both the villain and the hero, begins to bear too much resemblance to your music loving neighbour.

"What are you writing there?" he points with the laddle at the torn paper.

"It's just a...silly old story," automatically, you defend. Lounging around constantly writing was in no way a respectable career, one neither your parents, your partner or their parents supported. In fact, they tore it down to the point where you had no place to write, certainly not in the comfort of your own home.

"May I read it?"

If any one of you should venture a guess, this was the breaking point. Personally, Yoongi doesn't care if he's a homewrecker, home destroyed, home burner, anything to get you out of there. With him, you bloom like a flower in the spring. The book, a tragic crime novel, is the best he's ever read as he works together with you, draft after draft, and it's nearly finished. It's a stable routine now - he offers his heart, his own home, his mind for you to work, to bloom in peace. And it's almost like you're his girlfriend. Your shampoo is on his pillow, your perfume on his clothes, and your cunt squeezes him tight as he pounds into you so hard, this very kitchen table is giving it all to not break.

"You're so beautiful," he groans, pulling you by the hair closer, impossibly closer as you moan into the chilly air. Even now he wants more of you. He wants to be yours. But he can't. So for now he pulls you closer. Closer, closer, closer. So close you can't leave.

He can't sink his teeth into your neck, can't leave any marks of what transpires but he can drip his every thought like honey down your body.

"So pretty, so perfect, want to see you scream, baby."

And he no longers cares if it's wrong or right at all. He has to be with you otherwise there will be a part of him that will never recover. Perhaps it's crazy but it's the truth.

JIN: It's not exactly what Jin intended. Neither his feelings, neither your status, nor you being unappreciated bugging him so. He'd known you for a while but it's not the fact of when or how this started that he's invested in. No, all he really needs to know is what to do further. Pursuing someone in a committed relationship was certainly no badge of honour but neither is leaving them to wilt away before everyone's eyes. Neither is to choke on his own feelings to preserve honour. Either way, he'll lose something and he'd rather lose some of his reputation than lose happiness altogether.

Jin is beautiful but he's also nice. He's polite. He's not stuck up. He's gentle.

And he's single and you're not so it shouldn't be a thought in your head but you can't shake it altogether. It's an event, high-brow and boring and Jin is sitting quietly in his seat, gaze glazed and distant but then your eyes meet and his lips bloom into a soft smile. He adjusts his glasses and a sense of mutual understanding is established. You could make a conversation with him only with eyes.

"Man, this sucks," says he.

"You're going to stay there in the corner for the whole night?" you ask, pointing the glass at his figure.

"It's safe here. What about you? Where's your other burden?"

The burden is described as a faint circle drawn by a finger and an annoyed scowl. You laugh. You shouldn't this is your partner after all but you laugh because it's the truth.

"Not here."

Something about that drives Jin to walk. He doesn't particularly feel bad as he already decided that this is what he was going to do. He sits beside you.

"I wouldn't leave a beauty like you alone not a single day," he remarks as you slide your chair to give him space.

You flush.

"Well, of course, you can't leave yourself," you deflect and he laughs.

"Have you tried the roasted duck?"

"No. I need to...fit into these outfits."

He frowns.

"As a doctor, it's my duty to tell you it's an absolute horseshit."

He shouldn't make cursing this hot but he does.

"I'll fetch you a portion, just sit here."

The next time you meet him it's at the club, a party of one of the mutual friends and you thought he'd be situated at the corner once more, given his proclivity for introverted nature but unfortunately for you, he's not. Rather he's in front of you, hands on your waist both of you moving to the rhythm if a little uncoordinated. This is an entirely new side of the usually light-hearted doctor. The dance is almost the joke but not the way he's looking at you, softly with a smile but also with some spark of want. The way his eyebrows lift slightly, the way he tracks your movements, receiving your every laugh with the same enthusiasm you exuded. It's like a shared joke or a harmless game. But it's not harmless. You've got to return home not to Jin but to someone else.

You manage to get away but it leaves you cold. No joke to be had, except falling for a man while in a relationship. But to break it off you'd have to have enough time with your "honey", your bitter, bitter "honey". Who also makes you bitter.

"Hey, ____________, what are you doing here?" Jin questions, rushing over. Apparently, it was an unspoken rule if there's a friend in a family whose a doctor at a local clinic you have to bother him. Though this was an entirely different story, not one involving twisted ankles and whatnot.

"May I talk to you? Privately?" it's not exactly inconspicuous the way nurses stare at you.

"Of course," he agrees, leading to his office. "Did you acquire a booboo good doctor needs to make better?" he jokes but that spark is there.

"Tell me you hate me or that I'm a skank, a vile, repulsive person."

"I will not be saying that now or ever," he states sternly. Sterness is not a quality often seen on him but it's too damn attractive either way.

"I like you."

"Wonderful, I like you too."

"I'm in a relationship!"

"Dump them."

"What?"

He draws a deep breath.

"I've been in love with you quite a while, so I can't stand here and say you're bad for liking me when that's what I've been dreaming of. What I can stand here and say is...dump them. Not even for me but for yourself. You deserve so much more, so, so much more of everything and not these scraps you're being tossed. Do better for yourself."

"Would you still accept me?"

"_____________, darling, if not for our situation, I'd have you all over this office, time and time and again. On all birthdays and Wednesdays, when you feel lonely and when you feel like the most attractive person in the world. I want you now, I want you tomorrow and I wanted you yesterday, for all that you are, will be and fear to become."

Your breath shudders.

"I know it's not right but neither is seeing you wither away."

HOSEOK: You feel yourself on the verge of exhausted tears. You're not sad per se but just tired. And he stands there like a promise you desperately want to make. Make and keep. But you're yanked away before you can do any of that.

Fuck, if apples looked anything like Jung Hoseok you'd too eat from the forbidden tree.

You can't even breathe around him sometimes, it's like a crush but also falling towards a glowing diamond cliff at breakneck speeds. And perhaps you shouldn't but it only makes him so much hotter when he's cursing out your partner. For being low, for being despicable, manipulative trash and all those little thoughts and resentments you feared to speak out loud find a voice in him.

It's almost funny how his brows slant, the sheer death in his eyes as he glares at your partner when spotting you with your nose down, shrinking into the corner and the way he's with you, like he couldn't hurt a fly - all smiles and dimples and gentleness. He wants better for you, he wants you to be better but for yourself. You'd never met anyone who wanted you to improve this bad and who believed you could.

Hoseok personally didn't even comprehend what he was doing. Every time he met that trash of a human he not only saw red, he became red. Never before he thought he would spit so heinously at anyone but something in the cruelty towards someone he held most dear drove him straight unhinged.

He splashes his face with cold water and looks into the mirror.

"What are you doing?" he asks himself. "You know what you are, right?"

But a home can't be a place where you're made miserable. Home is comfort. And with that thought in mind, Hoseok swears to himself he'll make you a home somewhere just not with that motherfucker.

"Thank you for all of this," you bid him quietly, in half-lidded gratitude and he waves you off.

"You deserve the world."

"Oh, this, this area is charming," he points at your collarbones, on yet another getaway. This time on shopping for summer. He says he needed to get things as well. Things can be time with you well spent. Any time was well spent if you were away from that motherfucl-

"My collarbones?" you ask with blush and he swallows. Everything about you makes him teem with this sound almost. It makes him go, go, go. Whenever, wherever but to you in the end.

"Of course. But then again every area of you is charming." He has to turn away to hide the blush of his own but he's glad he said it, it's the truth.

It's all a bit of a happy blur and then fueled by alcohol he stops dreaming and starts doing. And your lips taste of club soda and heaven and personally the petty, sharp and terribly jealous part of himself is very gleeful at your stupid's partner's face as he watches their partner be properly kissed in front of everyone. He has half the mind to not start ripping your clothes off right there and then.

Unfortunately, he's shoved off you before he can, crazy or sane.

"You think I'm going to stand here as you grope my partner?"

"Don't fucking stand!" Hoseok snarls back, becoming red as he always had. "Sit down! You know where else you'll be sitting? At my fucking wedding reception when I marry this angel, you motherfu-!"

Before he can brave the fist flying his direction, it's stopped by a slap so hard it resounds throughout the club. Quite the achievement.

"Piss off," you yell back and Hoseok has never felt such pride. "We're done!"

Seeing the insane dedication in both of your eyes, they leave with a "whore" under breath but no one graces that remark.

"Hoseok," you begin, out of breath. "You're- hmph!"

He spins you by the waist and almost devours you whole. No waiting. No yearning. All mine, he thinks.

"You're home now," he whispers, gasping a short breath and then plunging once again.

JIMIN: Is staying strong even an option when this siren is coming after you? All sly eyes and knowing smiles he cares not that you should be with someone else. Worse of all he cares not even for the chase or the thrill but only for your happiness. And he makes you happy though you hate him so. How dare he make you feel all these things? How dare he be both an angel and the devil that sits on your shoulders all day long whispering praises and invitations.

You can all but scream into the pillow to relieve some frustration. Jimin screams as well, at least the good side of him but the little monster at first small and timid, purring away like a demure kitten, is practically yowling in happiness. It doesn't give a single shit it makes him chase after a nearly married person, it doesn't give a single shit at all, it wants and it'll have what it wants.

"You're crazy, you've gone mad," he scolds himself, tossing and turning in bed. But that doesn't stop him in the slightest, not his hand inching down with images of you streaming behind his eyes and neither does it stop any of what happens after.

He takes off his sunglasses, greets you in the middle of the stairs and leans down, your lips right against his.

"Hello, I've missed you," he smirks and your breath hitches which only makes him practically purr. If there's one thing he knows how to do it's to put on a show.

You clutch the water bottle, sweating like a sinner at a church. All around him there are whispers of how they want him, everyone wants him, fuck, it doesn't matter who you are, how strong you think you are, Park Jimin will ruin you. Why else were you here? What did you lose at a dance performance? Except for your sanity and the dryness of your underwear. Which would be fine, to be a nameless horny figure in the crowd such as this only meant to fit in, but he singles you out like a hawk. After every spin, every move, his eyes find yours and he's challenging you - to look away, to be morally pure and do the right thing that you always insisted you should do. But you can't. Siren's song has captured your ears and you can only listen to it from now on.

He says he's feeling shy to the cheering audience as that long, pointed tongue darts to wet his lips all while maintaining unbroken eye contact.

At this moment, Jimin, ludicrous and dazed and burning with want, thinks it's not that bad in retrospect to let monsters win sometimes.

And then he points that long tongue, the chief object of your dreams and terror right in between two fingers whilst scrutinizing your very soul. It should be lewd, obscene, you should scoff at such a display but you can't help but to imagine and imagine, and sink deeper and deeper into his bloodless claws.

"Came to congratulate me?" he's for some reason beckoning you to enter deeper into the empty backstage as all the other performers had already left. Jacket sparkling, leather pants pressing tightly against the muscled legs.

"You're evil," you whisper, worn to the last thread. He's been driving you crazy without a sense of remorse for so long you don't even know what to do with him.

"No, babe, just cunning," he replied with a sharp smirk, twirling around you. "All's fair in love and war, ever heard that?"

"You don't love me."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," immediately he smiles, punctuating each word with a kiss laid haphazardly over your face, quite intentionally evading your mouth.

"I'm soon to be married."

"With some loser you don't even like," he scowls without trouble. "Choose me, have love, all night and day."

"I'll leave," you threaten, baselessly, there has never been such an empty threat in the existence. You had an ultimatum return home at once or don't and be a free person once more.

"Bold of you to assume, I'll let you," he smirks and spins you right into his arms.

"If you feel bad about being...excited for me," he tightens his grip, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "Know that I'm very, very excited for you as well."

He plays with the end of your shirt and that already makes your blood reach boiling point.

"I'm really quite sorry for being so ruthless with you, honey," he whispers, biting lightly on your neck. "And soon you'll get to know a softer side of me as well but really I couldn't let you get away."

TAEHYUNG: If watching anyone else's life, you'd almost think it was comedy. Sitting in a park, arguing with your partner as one does, having a very handsome stranger approach your bench and exclaim with a disarming smile:

"Break up! I want," he extends a colour-stained finger towards you. "You."

It's like he's not even real, more of a character from a movie. He sits and paints in the park every day, not always even talking with you but always acknowledging you with a warm smile. One day, out of the same breed of curiosity that killed the cat, you sneak up on him to take a peek at what he's working on, expecting a detailed painting of the nature around him but on the canvas there sit only squiggles.

"Eyy, I can sneak up on you too," he drawls with that friendly, misleadingly envious face. "I'll try it next time."

"Why draw squiggles?" you ask, thoroughly perplexed. Everything about this guy is just weird.

"It's art," he defends. "Art is interpretation." then:

"Did you break up with that tightie whitie? I'm getting impatient, darling."

You opened your mouth to send him over the hills but somehow it ends with you exchanging phone numbers.

"Thinking of you xxx," says he underneath a selfie with his dog as you tuck yourself in, your partner thankfully nowhere in sight. You didn't know where they were these days.

"Goodnight. Tannie also says goodnight."

As you try not to smile at this clearly disturbed individual, laying in bed, kicking your feet like a lovesick teenager, you don't even notice the perfume of someone else lingering on the sheets.

Taehyung puts the phone down, a blissed smile on his face. Tannie barks.

"Don't judge me," he pouts. "If you'd know what I know, you also wouldn't feel bad. Besides, a good boy can do something bad. Just once, right?"

Tannie rolls his eyes and drops onto the bed again.

He is bold and he's certain without a shadow of a doubt that he can wrap you around that not-so-innocent finger of his. And he's sort of right.

"You don't even know me," you laugh during yet another one of your meetings in the parks. Dates. They are dates but you can't call them that. It would make it sound...incriminating. He leans in, all convinced with wide, determined eyes.

"I know you. I saw you in a dream."

"That's nonsense!"

"Is it? What about when you see me in your dreams? And..." he trails off never saying but insinuating and it makes you flush all over.

And maybe you do see him in a dream and feverishly please yourself, dreaming of his smile and thick fingers, grasping so readily, so barren of fear. He always looks like he's ready to eat you.

"Oh, there you are!" he greets you bounding across the park and launching himself on top of you - arms, legs, everything wrapping around you like a net. "I want to show you something."

An adult such as yourself shouldn't giggle but you do and you find yourself looking at a painting that isn't squiggles anymore. It's abstract for sure but captivating. Like this weird man.

"You like it?" he coos, gently nuzzling himself into the side of your face.

"I do. It's like you."

Taehyung takes up every corner of the mind but you even more so of his.

He can only beam at every glance you toss his way, every stretch of your hand, life itself suddenly gains new flavour, poems - their meaning. He can only waltz around his house with Tannie in his hands, belting out some nonsense about how he's going to have two parents soon.

He pours his all into you with boldened gleam and shockingly cutthroat determination. You're his baby now, he knows his baby and his baby soon won't be with some cheating asshole who had bragged about it at a bar Taehyung may or may have not visited at the time.

JUNGKOOK: It's in the midst of despair, in the absolute agony of jealousy and self-pity, that the accursed idea crosses his mind. Really, it's just a thought. It's not like he has a working plan - step a: do this, step b: do this, it's just his want to be around you in any sort of capacity. Maybe so much so there wouldn't be a place in your perception left to think about his opponent. And in his defence, he met you, saw you and liked you first and you also liked him first.

All he really does is kicks up an absolute storm and offer himself over and over again. Really, he's bad at taking things, at least within a matter such as this but offering himself is not a hard choice at all.

Clinging all day long, doing everything asked and unasked he becomes your rock and more and more when you think of help, it's Jungkook's face that comes to mind. You think, assume, get delusional about it, but you think your friend's brother is trying to be a homewrecker. To be not aware of it is to be blind. The way his jaw tightens whenever your partner is mentioned, those eyebrows of his drawing into a frown, the way he becomes all soft and flustered whenever you pay special attention to him. It's so endearing that unwillingly you find yourself doing it more and more.

Everything about him is endearing but that's what you had always thought even when he was just a stinky, annoying older brother of your friend nagging you for snacks.

Definitely not endearing is this recent development. Piercings, tattoos, muscle gaining in all the right places. There's nothing endearing about this bratty demon running around, running his mouth about how he can do better - he can carry the trash better than your partner, cook breakfast better, please you better. That had earned a decisive slap to his man boobs but that didn't seem to bother him.

"How unfortunate," he reckons without a hint of supposedly felt misfortune in his voice. He's wearing one of his new shirts if they could be called that. Some flimsy cloth barely stretched over his body. Was it...oil? On his abs?

He's truly not one to understand, Jungkook.

The staircase to the attic is small, so narrow you have to stand pressed up against each other like sardines in a barrel. You can feel every muscle of that body flex, a fact you're certain he's doing on purpose.

"What was the point of nagging me to come with?" you whisper. It just doesn't feel right to speak normally in a small space such as this. "You can fetch the jars yourself."

"No, I need your dainty fingers," he objects. "Just not for the jars."

"You're gross," you push at him but it does squat.

"Lessen the smile on your face and maybe I'll believe you," he smirks.

He finds that once you get past feeling like a douchebag, this game too makes him quite driven. Then again everything about you makes him such.

"Correct me then," he threatens cockily at the end of the conversation. Over. The. Dinner. Table. With your own partner sitting right beside you. A shameless Jungkook is truly what the world didn't need to see. Or rather couldn't handle.

Night had befallen and at the end of the dinner, you're left to wash the dishes. You and Jungkook that is. He stands needlessly close to you, occasionally bumping you with his hip.

Then he turns to look at you. And just keeps staring

"Are there any more dish-"

The kiss is brief, barely a second, just a peck but it's still there and you get a whiff of his cologne and the softness of his lips and how that piercing digs into the side of your mouth.

"Cherry," he mutters to himself inexplicably and begins giggling, nose scrunched in a manner that should not be this adorable.

Another dinner another meeting of friends and it's a complete wreck.

"Hey, man, piss off, why don't you?"

Jungkook sizes them up with an all too cocky smile playing on his lips.

"Or what?" he says, rolling up the sleeves over his veined, tattoed arms.

It shouldn't be this hot.

"Smile, baby," he coos over the camera. "You look so cute!"

The words of your partner ring over and over again.

Do you like Jungkook?

"That's my pretty baby," he continues melting over the picture like it's the Mona Lisa when in reality it's just you eating ice cream. You genuinely don't think for Jungkook there's a difference.

"Lemme have a bite," he says, says not asks, before wrapping his lips around the watermelon icicle. It drips down his chin and it's really not of any help the way his tongue licks up every drop, pulling into a familiar frown when he liked the taste of something.

"We broke up," you blurt, trying to sound accusing but it doesn't quite fall out that way. Jungkook smiles, licking away the stray sugary drop.

"Finally," he ruffles your hair before bringing his nose up to yours, beaming from ear to ear, eyes falling, hooded and glazed, down to your lips. "RIP to him but I've never lost what I want."

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Call Me Baby (Chapter 3) (Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here)

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt (Modern!AU)

Summary: The text chat logs between Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt during their 6th and 7th year at Hogwarts. (or Sebastian and Ominis can't bear to be apart for longer than 5 minutes, so spend their entire summer, winter and spring breaks texting and calling each other)

Rating: Explicit (sexting!! very h*rny wizards!!!)

Word count: 4.5k

Recommended to read on AO3 as the layout is better but it’s also below the cut <3

Ominis is calling sebauble

Call accepted

Call ended, 22min

10:24am

sebauble

sorry i won’t be long

Ominis

Take your time.

10:36am

sebauble

ok back

i have to go again in like 10 mins sorry

she was like ‘i can’t peel potatoes and carrots and cook a turkey at the same time’

WHY NOT ANNE I HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO

Ominis

Help your sister, Sebastian. It’s Christmas.

sebauble

but i want to talk to you

more about what we were talking about

which by the way

Ominis

Hi.

sebauble

:D genuinely can’t stop smiling haha i look like an idiot

Ominis

Probably, you usually do. But I can’t stop smiling either, so I also look like an idiot.

sebauble

ur my idiot and im urs

see before i wouldve written that then deleted it

but now i can acc send it which is crazy

Ominis

I’m honestly still in shock. You’re absolutely certain?

sebauble

dude

i need to stop calling u dude now lol

but yes im certain

when we can talk more i’ll tell u more but

im stupidly in love with u, don’t even question it

there’s no question it’s just fact

Ominis

You’re sure?

sebauble

STOP

YES SO MUCH

SO MUCH LOVE U DONT EVEN KNOW IT FULLY YET

Ominis

You’re a madman. Weirdly that’s one of the reasons I’m in love with you.

Wow, I can’t believe I said that. I truly think I’ve died or gone insane.

sebauble

BELIEVE IT BABY BOY

omgs

i can call u that now in a romantic way

i mean i always meant it that way even before i knew i did

and all the other names

perfect, gorgeous, lovely etc

Ominis

And I can call you sweetheart and you’ll know exactly how I mean it.

sebauble

YES

gods anne is asking me what im smiling at

should i tell her?

Ominis

You can. What will you say?

sebauble

that we have declared our love for each other, finally!

she already knew i liked u btw

Ominis

She did?

sebauble

yeah she sort of worked it out back at the beginning of summer

Ominis

Oh, that makes sense now.

I remember her saying you had something you needed to explain, and that she couldn’t explain it for you. I never pushed to find out. Of all things, I never thought it would be this.

sebauble

ah yeah well im sort of glad she didn’t tell u

but also we could’ve gotten to this a bit sooner

the dating thing i mean

sorry i haven’t actually asked u yet if u wanted to date me or anything

no labels if u don’t want haha

Ominis

What if I wanted labels?

sebauble

Would you?

Ominis

Maybe.

sebauble

what kind of labels? basic label or proper label?

Ominis

What’s the difference?

sebauble

well i guess basic is like we’re dating

and proper is like

boyfriends

Ominis

The proper label sounds like something I’d like, I think. Would you like that?

sebauble

at least let me buy u dinner first

jk i would very much love that

Ominis

At least then you can give a good description of what’s happened to Anne.

sebauble

oh yeah, totally, the label is just to help anne understand

Ominis

It just makes things a lot clearer if we say we are each others boyfriend.

sebauble

it does sound quite nice as well doesnt it? what do u think

Ominis

I think I’d be up for that, it really rolls off the tongue.

sebauble

yeah cool me too

decided

Ominis

We can shake on it.

sebauble

*shakes ur hand* lol

cool

I enjoyed that discussion with you Ominis, my boyfriend.

Ominis

And I you, Sebastian, my boyfriend.

Oh that was so strange to say out loud. I loved it. I would like to say that a lot more.

sebauble

FUCK YEAH

when i woke up this morning i was NOT expecting this

no offence i think this is a better gift than the jumper

the jumper that my BOYFRIEND got me

fuck that’s so good

i still love the jumper tho btw

Ominis

I think your gift was on par with this. But as it was a gift from my boyfriend, I may be bias.

sebauble

ur so cute

gods

ok ok my sweet lovely boyfriend i must go

I DONT WANT TO BUT ANNE IS SHOUTING

I WILL RETURN TO YOU SOON MY LOVE

WAIT FOR ME I LOVE YOU

BRB

Ominis

I think you’re mad. I love you.

December 27th, 2:09pm

sebauble

3 days!!!

well, 2 days, 22 hours

all the 2s

Ominis

I think I’m more excited to see you than ever before.

sebauble

Rude. But same

Solomon is already off in London and Anne said she would let us be on our own for a bit :))) if that’s alright with u

Ominis

That sounds pleasant. Do you have any plans for us while I’m there?

sebauble

do u mean for when we’re on our own?

Ominis

I did mean plans such as Hogsmeade for lunch and shopping, or taking a walk down to the lake. But you could also tell me about your plans for when we’re on our own, if you’d like.

sebauble

i don’t know, maybe i should keep that a secret

there’s quite a few things i was thinking we could do, but if you’d rather just go to Hogsmeade…

Ominis

I’d do anything if it was with you. I mean that for both circumstances.

sebauble

don’t talk like that or my brain is going to explode

if u could see my face rn i look like a tomato

Ominis

I look forward to touching your face. If you’d let me.

sebauble

yes please

i can’t remember the last time u did that

Ominis

We were fifteen. You’d just got your first facial hairs and you wanted me to feel. But then I spent a long time touching your entire face because you felt so different to the time before. Which was when we were twelve and I’d finally gathered the courage to ask if I could, so I could know you better.

sebauble

wow. how do u even remember ???

Ominis

When you’re hopelessly in love with someone you are certain will never love you back, you end up carving those sort of moments to the inside of your brain.

sebauble

did you love me in fifth year then?

Ominis

Don’t be silly.

sebauble

Ominis

I’ve loved you since our first year.

sebauble

WHAT

really?

Ominis

I can’t quite pinpoint the exact moment, but outside of my sister and Aunt, you were the first person to show me real love. It was always inevitable I would fall for you.

Only I never imagined I’d be able love you in the way I wanted.

sebauble

:’)

gods i love you

im so sorry i didn’t see this sooner

and then when i did that i didn’t do anything about it

Ominis

It’s quite alright. I think it’s happened the way it was supposed to. I had some much needed character development during that time.

sebauble

LMAO between all this and ur family idk how u survived

tell me ur secrets

Ominis

Pure determination.

And spite.

And you.

sebauble

<33333

December 29th, 1:47pm

sebauble

u kno i was thinking

Ominis

Madness!

sebauble

wot?

Ominis

You, Sebastian Sallow, thinking?

sebauble

ha ha. very funny

Ominis

sebauble

<3333

ANYWAY

I WAS THINKING

u know there’s a muggle tradition that on new years eve at midnight people kiss

idk why but

it sounded interesting

opinions?

Ominis

That does sound quite interesting. I wonder why a kiss.

sebauble

….

hmmmm

oh look ur gonna be here for new years eve!!!

but hmmm if i was going to partake in a new years kiss i wonder who i would kiss…

Ominis

I wonder such things too.

sebauble

…hmmm

oh i have an interesting idea!!

now tell me if this is good or bad

but me and u could kiss?

Ominis

That’s certainly interesting. I’ll have to think about it.

sebauble

Ominis

I’ve considered it and my answer is yes. Yes please.

sebauble

and if there was an opportunity to have a practise of this kiss beforehand, would that also be something you’d consider?

Ominis

Well I suppose a New Years kiss must be absolutely perfect. And they say practise makes perfect.

sebauble

to get it absolutely perfect we would need maybe a day of advanced practise

how about we start tomorrow at about 1?

Ominis

Well, I’m arriving at 12. So say 12:05?

sebauble

i like the way u think

December 30th, 11:52am

Ominis

I’m just about to leave.

sebauble

!!!!!!

i keep having to piss lol

Ominis

Don’t be so crass.

sebauble

WHAT

IM EXCITED

I CANT HELP IT

MY BOYFRIEND IS COMNG TO SEE ME

Ominis

See you soon. I love you.

sebauble

I LOVE YOU

<33333333

SPRING

March 24th, 9:23am

sebauble changed their display name to seb♥︎

seb♥︎

morning my love <3

9:51am

Ominis

Good morning sweetheart. Are you alright?

seb♥︎

missing u

but surviving </3

Ominis

I miss you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. I truly tried. But apparently I must be here.

seb♥︎

ik baby

but ur like an adult now i don’t get why u can’t do what u want

well i know ur gonna say ‘im a gaunt’ but still :(

Ominis

That’s exactly it. If my father tells me to jump, I must ask how high. It’s always been this way, and I can only assume it always will be.

At least until Marvolo marries. Then perhaps they’ll focus more on him to produce the heir.

seb♥︎

hopefully soon

there has to be another pureblood family that wants to marry a GAUNT

i know of a guy from a pureblood family that would marry a gaunt

a specific gaunt

one with blond hair

nice ass

good with his mouth and i don’t mean talking

Ominis

Stop it.

seb♥︎

;)

u love it

Ominis

I really don’t.

seb♥︎

liar

Ominis

I’m moving swiftly on, Sebastian.

Remind me how these ear things work again?

seb♥︎

the earphones??

u basically put the two little end bits into your ears and then the other end plugs into ur laptop or ur phone

hahaha u totally aren’t moving ‘swiftly on’

i told u why i got them for u for ur bday, so no one can hear what im saying to u when we’re on the phone

ur fucking horny aren’t u

Ominis

How dare you, it’s not even ten in the morning!

seb♥︎

i can see right through u

we’ve been apart for one day and ur already desperate for me

smh

Ominis

I’ll turn my phone off if you keep speaking like this.

seb♥︎

alright alright

but we’re gonna have to do it at some point u know

loads of people do it over text

and I’ve got a raging hard on

might be worth having a go

Ominis

I’m glad I put these things in my ears in before you started talking like this. Hold on, I’m getting my laptop so I can type.

seb♥︎

argggghh u don’t sound like u when u type

but fiiinneee

we could always call thooo, at least then we could hear each other

10:07

Ominis

don’t want to risk anyone hearing

mortifyin

seb♥︎

fine, i can imagine u anyway

ive seen u plenty of times

r u still in ur pyjamas?

Ominis

yea

seb♥︎

yeah

well it was a warm night i took my shirt off

just the flannel pyjama pants on

u kno the ones u like that feel all soft

what ones r u wearing

Ominis

silk ones

isnt anne there

seb♥︎

stop being nervous

she’s out until this evening

i promise im on my own

please

Ominis

seb♥︎

i like those silky pyjamas

theyre so easy to slip off of u

especially when we’re trying to be quick

before anyone wakes up

i know we shouldn’t do it

but u know i can’t do anything until ive touched u

Ominis

tht y i woke up hrny

waiting for u to sneak into m bed

used to it now

seb♥︎

can’t say i don’t treat u well baby ;)

making u cum before we’ve even thought about breakfast

Ominis

id rather u for breakfast

seb♥︎

damn

wish i was there with u

i bet ur really trying not to touch urself aren’t u

Ominis

hard to not

when ur like this

seb♥︎

if i was there we wouldn’t have to rush

id sit in front of u

then take ur shirt off first

over ur head so ur hair is messy

just the way i like it

id touch u with my hands first

over ur shoulders and ur chest and ur neck

then id lean in

kissing ur neck, ur jaw

then down over ur collarbone

before licking over ur nipple

Ominis

fuck

can i touch u?

seb♥︎

only me touching u

id lick and suck ur nipple until u shiver the way u do

then move to the other one and do the same

i love teasing u

i know how hard it makes u

knowing u could touch me if u wanted but me not letting u

Ominis

not fair

u get to touch me

want to feel u

seb♥︎

but u won’t

cos u kno i’ll stop touching u if u do

so then id want to get closer

id push u back against ur pillows and climb over u

pushing my knee between ur thighs and pressing it against ur hard on

because there’s no way ur not practically poking thru ur trousers

Ominis

so hard

hard not to be when u tease me

when u so sxy

when i can feel how hard u r too

seb♥︎

u make me this way

u would grind urself against my knee wouldn’t u

desperate for some friction

as if i wouldn’t give it to u

and id kiss u until ur whimpering

wish u could see how u look when ur like that

all pink cheeks and puffy lips

ur the most gorgeous thing ive ever seen

Ominis

fuck

need u to touch me

propely

pleas seb

seb♥︎

since u ask so nicely

id sit back and unlace ur pyjama pants then pull them down off ur hips

r u wearing boxers

Ominis

not now

seb♥︎

fuck

that perfect cock of urs would be right there then

hard and leaking and ready for me to do whatever i want

Gods i wanted to tease u more but i don’t think i can

id just pull ur trousers all the way off so ur fully naked

and then lay down between ur legs

id take u in my hand and then lick up from ur balls to the tip

tasting ur precum

fuck it’s so good u have no idea

Ominis

seb

i have to touch u

put my hand in yr hair

feel ur face while u have me like tht

seb♥︎

u always pull my hair when i go down on u

i love it

feels so good

fuck

r u touching urself

Ominis

yes course i am

wish i could feel u n ur mouth round my cock

so gd

seb♥︎

yeah

id take u fully in my mouth

all the way back

ik how good im making u feel when u can’t stay still

even if i hold ur hips down ur still trying to fuck my mouth

moaning my name

Ominis

can’t blame me

too good

i bet ur aching for me rnt u

seb♥︎

more than u fucking know

id get u so close to the edge

then pull away

my turn

id sit back on my knees and pull u to sit up

then bring ur hands to my pants

so u can feel how hard blowing u makes me

let u pull my bottoms and my boxers down

Ominis

i have to touch u

can’t bear it one mor secnd

wrap my hand round u and stroke u

ur always telling me hiw good i make u feel

bet if i leant down n lick ur dick u wld tell me how much u lov me

seb♥︎

fuck

tht fcuking tongue of urs

so wet

i bet u would hold back when all u really want is me to shove my dick down ur throat

Ominis

u can fuck my mouth

plese

seb♥︎

of course baby

i bet ur so pretty right now

getting urself off

imagining me using u like that

Ominis

i need u so bad

seb♥︎

baby boy

i bet if i had my cock in ur mouth u would be touching urself anyway

but i can’t have u cuming yet

i want more

Ominis

more ?

seb♥︎

would pull u off me

much as i want u still on me

push u back down and then flip u over

god ur ass is so perfect u know

idk how i haven’t yet but

all ive wanted to do is fuck u

im gonna

Ominis

seb

we havent

seb♥︎

i know

but i want to

i have this lube stuff tht I bought

would need to use that

Ominis

o fuck

seb♥︎

would u want that

would u want me to fuck u

Ominis

yes

ples

fck

seb♥︎

good

need to get u ready for me

stretch u open

fucking hell

bet u would look so good like that

on ur knees for me

moaning as i finger u

hitting just tht right spot that makes ur back arch

Ominis

seb

please inneed this

need u inside me

seb♥︎

yes baby

when ur ready to take me i would line myself up and push my cock into ur pretty hole

gods i bet u feel so good

so tight

taking me so perfectly

all the way until im buried in u until i can’t go anymore

Ominis

im so close

please fuck me

i need u

seb♥︎

i will baby boy

ill pull out until it almost aches without me inside u

and then push back in until u can’t think straight

ill fuck u until the only thing u can think of is me

pull u up against me so I can suck on ur neck

telling u how good u are

how perfect

stroke ur cock until u the only thing u can say is my name

Ominis

gnna cum seb

seb♥︎

fuck me too

im gonna fill u up

cum for me baby

Ominis

rf./,b

seb♥︎

brb

Ominis

,, .

seb♥︎

r u ok?

Ominis

oop

yeh

wow

am i dead

seb♥︎

i hope not

Ominis

i think im live

feel alive

also feel ded

seb♥︎

did u like it that much?

Ominis

i would prefer if u were actually here but yes

gross im a mess

seb♥︎

cleaning charm

thts what i just did

i also made a mess

Ominis

oh yeh

seb♥︎

lol

Ominis

ok clean

wow

thank u

seb♥︎

so after ur protesting u really enjoyed it?

was i right or was i right

Ominis

don’t start

seb♥︎

that was so hot

just thinking about u getting off to all of the things i want to do to u

feeling smug lol

Ominis

next time i c u

u r going to fuck me until neither of us can walk

ok ?

seb♥︎

gods ominis

yes sir

March 25th, 11:03am

seb♥︎

hi lovely

wanna call?

Ominis

Yes please.

seb♥︎ is calling Ominis

Call accepted

Call ended, 1hr 52 mins

March 26th, 1:17pm

seb♥︎

beep beep

Ominis

Ring.

seb♥︎

yeeee

seb♥︎ is calling Ominis

Call accepted.

Call ended, 3hr 5min

March 27th, 10:22am

Ominis

Home alone. Thinking about you.

seb♥︎

mhm in what way?

Ominis

Don’t act dumb.

seb♥︎

fuck

call me baby

Ominis is calling seb♥︎

Call accepted.

Call ended, 2hr 9min

March 28th, 12:37pm

seb♥︎ is calling Ominis

Call accepted.

Call ended, 4hr 15min

March 29th, 10:39pm

Ominis

image

Did that work?

seb♥︎

oh fuck look at u

gods

is that from rn?

Ominis

Yes. I was just thinking about some things.

Like the first time I got to touch you.

And you touched me.

seb♥︎

fuuuuuckkkk baby boy

what i wouldn’t do to u

call?

Ominis is calling seb♥︎

Call accepted.

Call ended, 2hr, 44min

March 30th, 4:18pm

seb♥︎ is calling Ominis

Call accepted.

Call ended, 4hr 28min

March 31st, 10:53pm

seb♥︎

gods u have no idea how bad i need u

want u to ride me

gripping ur hips til there’s bruises

so everyone knows ur mine

want to see ur cock bouncing as u move on top of me

fuck u would look so pretty

Ominis

coud pull ur hair like tht

bet u would cum in me just from tht wdnt u

would hardly be fucking me for 2 mins before u cum

but id keep riding u til im done

seb♥︎

shit

i really need to hear u ominis

please

im begging u

Ominis

yes

Ominis is calling seb♥︎

Call accepted.

Call ended, 1hr, 19min

April 1st, 6:25pm

seb♥︎

love u

miss u

wanna kiss u all over

then fuck u into the mattress

Ominis

I’m about to have supper, don’t start now.

seb♥︎

Not starting anything

but i bet u i could make u cum in like under 5 mins

Ominis

I doubt that.

seb♥︎

want to try?

Ominis

Please.

seb♥︎ is calling Ominis

Call accepted.

Call ended, 4min

6:32pm

seb♥︎

told u

April 2nd, 9:26am

seb♥︎

hi gorgeous

dreamt about u

would love to tell u what happened ;)

11:42am

seb♥︎

damn i fell back to sleep

ofc dreamt about u again

wasn’t a sex dream but we went on a date :D

was cute

love you

1:34pm

seb♥︎

where r u :(

miss u :(

3:00pm

seb♥︎

baby boy

3:41pm

seb♥︎

Ominis

4:14pm

seb♥︎

Ominis?

4:39pm

Missed call from seb♥︎

5:01pm

Missed call from seb♥︎

5:22pm

Missed call from seb♥︎

5:57pm

Missed call from seb♥︎

seb♥︎

Please answer

I’m worried

6:23pm

Ominis

sorry here

hate it here

seb♥︎

thank merlin

r u ok? what happened?

Ominis

one of the house elf

reporting to someone at the ministry abt marv

he been doing something bad can’t say for sure wht, no one would tell me

it was horribl

i wantto leave

seb♥︎

I can come and get you, i can be there in seconds

Ominis

No then they wld kno I told you

seb♥︎

I’m not going to tell anyone

I only care about you

You being safe

Ominis

scared they would hurt u

seb♥︎

I can hold my own

Ominis

not against them

seb♥︎

You underestimate me

Ominis

u underestimate them

seb♥︎

Please Ominis

I love you

Please

The thought of you being stuck there

I hate it

It’s not right

Ominis

dnt have a choice

seb♥︎

You do

Look

Move in with me

When school ends

You can live with me and we can work it out

We can get our own place

Wherever you want

I’ll follow you anywhere

Ominis

they wldnt give me the money to do tht

seb♥︎

I can take a job in Hogsmeade until we have enough money to get our own place

You don’t need anything from them

I know we aren’t sure what we want to do

But we’ll get there

All i know is i want to be with you

I promised u I got u and that id make everything ok

let me

Ominis

r u sure

it’s so soon

seb♥︎

No it’s not

Are you kidding?

Ominis you’re my best friend

We’ve been best friends for seven years

Every single moment I’ve just loved you more and more

And now you’re mine, entirely

It’s not soon

I think we’ve wasted enough time actually

All I want to do is be with you, love you and spend my life with you

Let me do that, please

Please just say yes

Ominis

yes

ur all Ive ever wanted

seb♥︎

please let me come get u

i can apparate straight into ur room

we can be gone before anyone has even noticed

can u pack a bag?

Ominis

yes

5 min

seb♥︎

i’ll be there

love u

so much

2 YEARS LATER

April 2nd, 11:14am

Baby Boy

Where are you?

sweetheart

still stuck in the queue

sorry

Baby Boy

Did you get the flour?

sweetheart

yes

Baby Boy

And the eggs?

sweetheart

yes

Baby Boy

And the strawberries?

sweetheart

yes omi i got everything on the list

Baby Boy

And the sugar?

sweetheart

….

fuck

brb

Baby Boy

I should’ve gone myself.

11:20am

sweetheart

I got the sugar.

back in the queue

Sorry

Baby Boy

You’re an idiot, Sebastian.

sweetheart

u love me

Baby Boy

I just want everything perfect for when Anne comes to visit.

sweetheart

ik!!

that’s why im back in the queue just because i forgot one thing lol

i don’t think she’d be mad if we didn’t make her a cake tho

Baby Boy

Well, I would like to.

I want her to see that not only have we successfully been able to find our own place together, but we are also able to look after ourselves and actually cook without ruining the food.

sweetheart

that was ONE TIME we almost burnt down the cottage

when she wasn’t there to help us

Baby Boy

One time too many.

sweetheart

true

ok just paying now brb

11:25am

sweetheart

success

starting to head back now

it’s hot out here

not as hot as you

Baby Boy

Stop.

sweetheart

;)

how long is it until anne is supposed to arrive?

Baby Boy

A few hours. Why?

sweetheart

is that enough time to break in the new bed?

Baby Boy

I don’t think you can break something in more than once.

sweetheart

alright fine

to check it’s still working?

Baby Boy

It was working perfectly well last night.

sweetheart

hmm that’s true

but what if it’s stopped working since?

Baby Boy

I don’t think a bed can stop working.

sweetheart

fine

i’ll just get back and we can make the cake

and that’s it

Baby Boy

Actually, I’d like to check if the kitchen counters are sturdy before we make that cake. I think one area might be a little wobbly. We might have to use our body weights to check if it’s stable enough.

sweetheart

i like the way u think

would it be better if we were leaning against it or if u were sitting on it?

Baby Boy

Hm, just to be safe, why don’t we try both?

sweetheart

today was a bad day to wear sweatpants lol

running home

Baby Boy

I’ll be waiting in the kitchen. I was preparing to make the cake so I’m wearing an apron.

Only an apron.

sweetheart

fuck ur gonna be the death of me

love u so much Ominis <3

Baby Boy

I love you more Sebastian. <3

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