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cotandcandybaby · 9 days ago
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runaway-employee · 9 days ago
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A knock
Then a second.
A third, a fourth, a fifth.
Each progressively more and more aggressive.
"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."
Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.
She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.
"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."
She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.
Waiting.
[ @fenneladeline ]
Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.
Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.
Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.
A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.
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anjistuff · 1 year ago
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Nendoroid Doll - Archetype Boy Cinnamon & Peach
Nendoroid Doll Outfit Set - Sweatshirt and Sweatpants Black & Grey
Nendoroid Doll Outfit Set - Basketball Uniform Black & Red
The cinnamon nendoroid doll's skin is not the same as Aomine's skin colour, but I have waited way toooo long to get him a doll body!
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cuckoo-among-beasts · 5 months ago
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Get to know Niko/Ezra
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last song you listened to : Samudrartha - Su You (优素) & Kexin Wang (王可鑫 Eli.W)
what's your phone wallpaper : My lockscreen is Dan Heng & homescreen is Cloud Recesses.
currently reading : 2ha vol 5 and Survive the Night by Riley Sager
last movie : Dune part 1
what are you wearing right now ? : Peach-ish sweatshirts (it was the only colour available when I bought them) and a black t-shirt with a hot pink Hot Wheels logo and car on it.
how tall are you ? : Nearly 173 cm.
piercings / tattoos ? : Only snake bites (lower lip), no ears. No tattoos.
glasses / contacts : Glasses, I've got astigmatism.
last thing you ate ? : Mints
favourite colour : Teal (and other green-blue shades) and greens, but I also really like greys, dark purples and dark reds.
current obsession : The usual xianxia stuff plus HSR.
do you have a crush right now ? : Nope and I usually don't get crushes. I get squishes sometimes, but not crushes. I either properly fall in love or just platonic feelings, nothing in between for me and falling in love has only happened twice in my life.
favorite fictional character : Too many, but some are Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue, Xie Lian, Xue Meng, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Shangque, Dr Carson Beckett, Spock, Fox Mulder and Tim Drake.
last place you travelled : Home to Sweden for Christmas.
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stolen from : @multeasers
tagging : Anyone interested.
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kyuremking · 2 years ago
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Not so lonely whirlpool! au - Team 9 descriptions
- Akira Uzumaki
Akira checked his clothes and equipment on impulse. He was wearing his chain mail armor underneath his white sweatshirt with purple dashed lines and his dark green trousers with pockets along with blue sandals.
He put his hands to his forehead checking that he had put on his headband and brushed aside several fluffy red locks that had fallen over his Hitai-ate. His weapon pouch was strapped to his belt and next to it were a couple of small sized scrolls also strapped to his belt. He did carry everything.
It doesn't say it because this is from a fic I'm writing and the perspective is from Akira, but Akira has blue eyes.
- Hanae Hyuga Her long straight black hair was pulled back in a complex bun and her white eyes had a slight cobalt tinge on them. On her forehead she wore the Hitai-ate of Konoha but underneath it she had bandages, most likely to cover the seal of the caged bird.
She wore a white poncho with copper embroidery and very long sleeves that hid her hands (perhaps that made the soft fist more unpredictable?), along with a long black skirt that flared at the sides for mobility and grey tights underneath the skirt along with ninja sandals.
- Isamu Sarutobi Isamu had shoulder-length brown hair that was styled in a way that reminded Akira of a mane. His eyes were brown with red lines painted underneath them.
On his forehead was the Hitai-ate of Konoha and he wore a long-sleeved ochre-coloured T-shirt over which he wore a sleeveless waistcoat. Hooked on the back he carried a Bo and had a weapon pouch strapped to his belt. Over his black trousers he had some armour pieces and unlike most ninja he wore combat boots.
- Xiao And this-" Isamu continued as something began to move inside his robes, Akira didn't have to wait long to see a white fur monkey wearing a brown waistcoat with the kanji 桃(peach) embroidered in pink emerge from Isamu's robes and stroll over his shoulder. "It's Xiao."
- Shinku Yuhi Shinku sensei was a grown man with a stern expression on his face. He had a head scarf with the Hitai-ate of Konoha on it draped over his head that covered his hair, but it was still possible to see his sideburns and the back of his spiky black hair. He had very noticeable red eyes as they bore a similarity to the sharingan.
He wore a standard jounin uniform, a black shirt and long trousers with a dark green waistcoat and a series of straps that served to hold a sword sheath on his back.
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Of course this are just their genin clothes so in the future will change.
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silly-centipede · 2 years ago
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My ocs!!
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[ID: Seven characters lined up in a row from tallest to shortest over a light grey background. Their names and pronouns are indicated in coloured text above their head.
The leftmost character, with a dark blue name tag, Aaron Daigo (he/they), is an east Asian man with pale skin and heterochromia, with one eye being blue and the other brown. They have blue cat ears which connect to their straight hair, that is blue with blonde at tips, and a cat tail that is blue and blonde at the end. He has a yellow clip in his hair and a choker and they are wearing glasses, a light blue sweatshirt over a light yellow skirt and dark blue sneakers with knee-high black socks.
Next to him, whose name is in grey, is Himmat-Pamir Okarvi (they/he), a Pakistani man with light brown skin, dark brown eyes, stubble, black wolf ears that connect to their straight, ear length, black hair, and a black wolf tail. They wear a grey sweatshirt with a black undershirt, a blue sensory chew necklace, dark green cargo pants, and black tennis shoes.
Next to him, with a green name, is Radium Well (they/them). They are a skeleton wearing a green sweatshirt with a blue undershirt, jeans with chains on one side, and green tennis shoes. They wear black fingerless gloves, a beanie and have a wig that's black and green. Their face is blushed with green and they have snake bite piercings.
Next to them, with a pink name, is Kandi Xue (she/bun), a blasian woman who has dark skin, brown eyes, bunny ears, and bicoloured hair in locs that is pink on one side and purple on the other. She wears a sleeveless black top with a mesh shirt underneath, grey jeans ripped at the knee and black combat boots.
Next to bun, with a teal name, is Citris Blue (she/her), a black woman who has tan skin, brown eyes, blonde wolf ears that connects to curly blonde hair that is green at the ends, and a blonde wolf tail that is green at one end. She wears a grey Green Day t-shirt under a black leather jacket, grey pants with a chain on one side and black boots.
Next to her, with a red name, Hydro Jimenez (he/xe/it), a Latino man who has tan skin, a prosthetic arm, heterochromia with one eye being brown and the other being light blue, burn scars on his face and brown hair that has been shaved on one the side with the scars. Xe wears a red beanie, a red flannel over a blue t-shirt, black jogger pants, and black tennis shoes.
Next to it, with a purple name tag, is Pamir Nanda (he/she), a Pakistani person who has brown skin, grey eyes, peach fuzz, black wolf ears that connect to her black hair, and a black wolf tail. He wears a grey turtleneck and a silver Hilaal necklace, grey jeans, and grey tennis shoes. /End ID]
These are the main characters of my story!
Here's sone relationships to keep in mind:
Himmat and Pamir are cousins. Aaron is friends with Citris; Hydro is friends with Kandi and Himmat. Pamir and Radium are best friends. Kandi and Citris are dating. Hydro and Aaron are academic rivals (wink wink).
Also I'd like to note all of them are juniors in college except for Radium and Pamir who are freshmen and Himmat who graduated early.
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joyxande · 24 days ago
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Sleep Sweatshirt | Colour: Dusty Peach
(via Sleep Sweatshirt in Dusty Peach from Joe Fresh)
Trendy for the nighttime. Cropped and oversized, this women's sleep sweatshirt keeps you warm and comfy for all-night wear. Get snug under the covers when you pair this sweatshirt with relaxed-fit shorts for a full ensemble.
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happyk44 · 3 days ago
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[ID: Digital illustration. Percy and Nico stand side-by-side at a kitchen counter. A bowl of blue cookie dough is in front of them. Percy shapes a ball of dough in his hands. Nico shapes another ball of dough as he gazes up at Percy, who is focused on the dough in his hands.
Percy wears a blue sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He has a peach apron on. In the upper right corner there's a blue trident. The apron has two pockets across the waist. Both pockets have a singular black heart on them. There are a few smears of blue dough on his apron.
Nico has on a light green sweatshirt with large dark green skulls printed all over it. His sleeves are also rolled up to his elbow. His apron is dark brown with a white skull printed in the upper right corner beneath the strap, just like Percy's trident. The apron has one pocket on the chest. There is a blue heart on the outside of the pocket. Nico also wears a peach-coloured hat. /end ID]
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Percy really wanted to teach Nico how to make his mom's cookies, bc Nico may be the chef in the relationship but Percy is the baker
And if Nico had already ask Sally for the recipe ages ago but sat and listened to Percy explain each step anyways, well, that's for him to know
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syambf · 1 year ago
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Top 10 Versatile Activewear Looks for Gym and Beyond
Athleisure has revolutionized the way we dress, transforming gym wear into comfortable everyday fashion. Today's sportswear for women is designed to be multi-functional, allowing you to transition from a workout to any other activity seamlessly. As we look ahead to the latest fashion trends, here are the top 10 activewear looks that will make you feel and look your best at the gym and beyond.
Stand out in Red: Add a pop of colour to your activewear collection with the vibrant Ginger Textured Drawstring Waist Track Pants in red. Pair them with a black or grey top for a striking look during your treadmill session. These textured polyester track pants are stylish and comfortable, making them perfect for casual outings when paired with a spaghetti-strapped top and sneakers.
Subtle Sophistication: Opt for the grey Kappa Printed Elasticated Sports Tights for a minimalist approach. With their muted tone and barely discernible printed detailing, these polyester blend tights exude understated elegance. Pair them with a crop top and lace-up shoes for a workout or a casual drive around town.
Ultimate Comfort: Invest in a good sports bra like the Kappa Solid Non-Padded Non-Wired Sports Bra in black. Designed for comfort and support, it can be worn for extended periods. Pair it with a skirt or shorts for a day out with friends.
Embrace Pink: Brighten up your workout sessions with the pink KAPPA Women Solid Drawstring Sports Joggers. These ankle-length joggers feature a solid surface, elastic waistline, and drawstring closure. Combine them with a sports bra or a cropped sweatshirt for a fun and energetic look.
Timeless Shorts: Bring back the 90s vibe with the KAPPA Solid Elasticated Athletic Shorts. These shorts offer style and comfort, perfect for cycling or any other activity. Pair them with a pink or white jersey top for a chic ensemble.
Sleeveless Simplicity: Opt for a classic sleeveless top like the green KAPPA Printed Sleeveless Top. Its round neck and prints make it a versatile option that can be worn with workout pants or shorts for any exercise routine. It also pairs well with jeans for a casual day out.
Trendy Crop Tops: For a versatile and trendy look, go for the sporty V-neck Crop Top from Puma. Its typographic printed surface and appealing waistline make it a fashionable choice for any occasion. Wear it with joggers and chunky sneakers to complete the outfit.
Fit and Fresh: Choose activewear that suits your preferred activity. The Solid Sleeveless T-shirt from PUMA in bubble-gum pink is perfect for yoga or dance fitness workouts. Its scooped neckline ensures comfort and breathability. Pair it with a denim skirt, distressed jeans, or lace-up shoes for a casual yet fashionable look.
Muted Elegance: If you prefer a subtle presence, opt for activewear in toned-down colours like peach, pale pink, or grey. The Kappa Printed Round Neck Sports Crop Top offers a touch of elegance with its subtle patterning and sleek waistline. Pair it with the Kappa Printed Elasticated Sports Tights for a coordinated look or mix it up with a short white skirt for a brunch date.
Classic Black Leggings: Black leggings are a must-have staple in any wardrobe. Treat yourself to the Solid Elasticated Leggings from KAPPA. These comfortable and breathable leggings can be dressed up or down effortlessly. Pair them with a sleeveless black crop top and white sneakers for a stylish and versatile ensemble.
With these top 10 activewear looks, you can confidently conquer the gym and any other occasion. Embrace the versatility of modern sportswear for women and stay on-trend while achieving your fitness goals.
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pardalise · 2 years ago
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peach coloured jumpers
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laurinoo · 2 years ago
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peach coloured jumpers
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graphices12 · 2 years ago
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peach coloured jumpers
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eiginleiki · 5 years ago
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janekfan · 3 years ago
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For the @tmabigbang! I had the honor of illustrating for @notesofarichlycolorednight's fic no time to mourn!
Please read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/series/2585131
IDs under the cut!
ID: A digital drawing of the same orange cat (The Admiral from the podcast The Magnus Archives) in three different poses. The picture is in portrait format. The top left depiction shows the Admiral, which is very fluffy with a large bushy tail, walking towards the viewer. Next to it, the cat is being lifted by a pair of hands so its belly and the strings of a harness are visible. It looks unimpressed at being lifted. The third is the Admiral lying down on his side, his feet pointed away from the camera. The purpose of the "harness" strapped to him now becomes apparent: It is a ring pillow and two golden wedding bands are attached to it. The Admiral seems to have lain down for a nap. The picture has vague peach coloured clouds as a background. /end ID
ID: A digital painting of Jon and Martin from the podcast the Magnus Archives. The picture is drawn in watercolour style, partially coloured and in landscape format. Martin is on the right side of the picture and looking away from the viewer. He is wearing a grey sweatshirt and has pale skin with freckles and short black hair. He is looking at his reflection in the mirror, but the reflection is actually Jon. Jon is depicted as a desi man with dark skin and a light beard. He has long, curly brown hair and silvery scars on his face and throat. He is wearing a bright yellow cardigan and a pink and purple flower crown on the top of his head. He is looking at Martin with a softly fond expression, brown eyes half closed and smiling. His head is tilted to the side and the wisterias of the flower crown are framing the left side of his face. The colours of Jon's cardigan, hair and flower crown all bleed out of the line art into the grey undefined background, making it appear as though Jon is an incorporeal mirage and making him glow in contrast to the grey surroundings. /End ID
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softlyjiminie · 4 years ago
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cherry glosses n car washes | j.j.k
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⇢ pairing(s): goth!jeon jungkook x sorority sister!reader.
⇢ word count: 7K.
⇢ rating: 18+, mature.
⇢ genre: pwp, smut, fluff, college!au, sorority!au.
⇢ summary: in the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing jeon jungkook. but then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. in all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.
⇢ warning(s): please read! brief fight scene, heavy smut, pwp, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, oral sex (male receiving.), oral fixation, fingering, handjobs, heavy!exhibitionism, dirty talk, overstimulation, male masturbation, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!
⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! happy august! i hope you all are having a beautiful summer! the time has finally arrived for this cheeky fic, read with caution! extreeeme jk spice up ahead. ( thank you to @bangtan-headquarters for allowing me to participate in their Bangtan Boardwalk Collab Event! )
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everyone knows who YN LN is. some know you as a daughter, a friend but to everyone at alpha delta pi, you were sister. you were a kind to all, taking care of your peers in your sorority, whether that be during times of hardship or just needing a simple friend to pull through. no person went untouched by your bright light, no person went without your cheery smiles and soft spoken voice, through cherry glossed lips and under peach blush.  you made friends everywhere you went, entrancing them with sparkling eyes and a soft cherry blossom scent— and although you denied it, you were everything everyone wanted to be; smart, pretty, popular— you were living the dream.
but then there was your dream...jeon jungkook.
with dark ink tattoos of guns and roses spiralling down his arms and intertwining with his finger tips, long, thick hair and more piercings than you could count, jeon jungkook was the epitome of college bad boy. your boyfriend was the complete opposite of yourself, trading out any colour for black sweatshirts and heavy combat boots, grazed knuckles and a pierced lip that contrasted with the bubblegum pink shirts you wore every wednesday because your sorority was obsessed with early 2000s movies and yelling ‘you can’t sit with us!’ to jocks across the quad.  
jungkook liked rock music, his motorbike named missy, painting his nails black and writing songs with his little band ( the weeping kittens, which you always found absolutely morbid but loved anyways ) whilst you liked collecting sparkly lipgloss and pretty stationary kits and those sanrio stickers that you liked to put on jungkook’s phone case sometimes. it was a wonder to anyone on campus how you got together, and to say they were intrigued was an understatement.
but you loved him for who he was, even with all of his odd little tendencies; like wearing black in the summer and scrunching his nose up when he laughed too hard, or how he used your hair clips to hold his hair back when he was concentrating. you liked that he quiet in class but loud and giggly with you, soft and sensitive, snarky and sweet. jungkook wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met, not like jung hoseok from your brother frat— who all your friends thought you’d end up with. of course, you’d flirted with the jock once or twice at parties but he hadn’t stolen your heart that night in sophomore year when jungkook stole your kisses in the back of his yoongi hyung’s van.
and although your friends still try to set you two up, jung hoseok will never be your jeon jungkook— there just isn’t anyone else like him.
that’s why you wear his oversized black AC/DC shirt that differs very much from the pink interior of your room, decorated by your roommate in the sorority house on campus. you didn’t have the heart to tell aerum that the feathers above your bed made you sneeze in your sleep, or that her choice of wallpaper sometimes made you woozy and that you’d much rather a less...bedazzled look; so you let her decorate as she pleases, with only a few hums in of agreement when she changes the settings on the LED lights every week. it’s only now that you realise how blistering this summer is, so you have the air con turned up to the max— goosebumps rising on your bare legs as you chat to your boyfriend of a year over facetime about you’re upcoming philanthropy project.
‘a bikini car wash, huh? like in those teen romcom movies you make me watch?”
your boyfriend mumbles absentmindedly—jungkook has his phone propped up against something, giving you a full view of his perfectly toned body as he strums away at his guitar— he claims he’s writing you another song, the lyrics purely focused on your pink skirts and cherry vanilla chapstick, but your concentration slips as you watch his inked fingers tug at his guitar strings...thinking about the way they’d curl around your throat or slip into the warmth of your mouth and press down against your pink tongue.
your lover glances up from playing for just a brief moment, the corner of his red lips twitching up into a brilliant smile when he catches you looking. ‘dollface, you’re staring.’ he whispers smugly, quirking his pierced brow at you and you struggle to hide the warm blush that blooms across the apples of your cheeks and neck.
“no i’m not.”
‘don’t be a brat, you know you are.’
you whine at his scolding tone, rolling over on your disney printed bed sheets because after all, you’re still a little girl... or his little girl as jungkook would put it. he makes a low noise in his throat, finally putting down his god forsaken instrument so he can pay attention to you, before sitting back in his seat expectantly. “are you sure you don’t wanna come? we’re raising money for a good cause!” you try again, jutting out your bottom lip in full pouty mode as you bat your eyelashes up at him. you’d been trying to convince jungkook to come to your philanthropy event for at least a week— the aforementioned car wash that was happening tomorrow— but whenever you brought it up, his gaze would drop and he’d fall quiet. “we’re donating all the proceeds to food shelters...”
‘i don’t know, YN...’
“i even got a new bikini, i wanna show it off for you!”
‘angel...’ your boyfriend sighs, running a hand through his midnight locks with the lightest hints of frustration. you deflate immediately, dropping the topic in favour for not pushing him any further. you don’t mean to upset him, you just really want him there so you can show him off and gush about how much you love him— the thought itself has your pout deepening before you know it. ‘come on now dollface don’t make that face, you know i can’t help myself when you make that face...’
this much is true, you know that no matter what you’re doing, if you make that face— jungkook’s a goner. “meh...” your voice is quiet and muffled from where you’ve shoved your face into the sheets to hide from jungkook, because you know that you’ll melt if you look at him. you don’t know what it was about him, but your lover always had a way of making you feel small in the best of ways. despite his quiet personality, jungkook was very domineering inside and outside of the bedroom, he cared for you like no other, protected you like no other. he wasn’t one to take advantage your kindness and he wasn’t about to let anyone else do the same so perhaps that’s also why you fell for him.
jungkook hums, leaning into the camera to get a better look at you. ‘it’s not that i don’t want to come and support you baby... i’m just worried that you’ll be exposed too much and—’  he lowers his voice, so you feel as if he’s lying right next to, causing you whimper out for him. the boy tuts, a lazy smile painting his lips as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes. ‘—and god as much as i’d love to see you show off your little outfit for me, i’m not so sure i’d fit in with your...crowd of friends...’ you nod your head slowly in understanding, because as much as you loved the girls in your sorority, they had a knack for making jungkook feel like he didn’t deserve you, purely because he was different from your usual type and jungkook was always too shy and introverted to say anything. you hated that he couldn’t feel comfortable around your friends like you could with his— so you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to come around.
“s’ okay googie,” you hum, curling into a ball on your bed as he laughs at your pet name for him. “i’ll just have to show it to you another time.”
‘another time it is, dollface.’ jungkook repeats, pretending to boop your nose through the screen. you talk for a little while longer before the members of the weeping kittens come in and interrupt your facetime call.  the band consists of four members; yoongi the drummer, namjoon the guitarist , jimin the bassist and jungkook, of course, lead singer and guitarist number two. the older two occupy themselves with teasing your boyfriend, poking his cheeks and singing old playground songs ( “YN and jungkook sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”) whilst jimin clings to the youngest like a baby and if you hadn’t known better, you’d have thought that the purple haired male was the baby of the group.  
jungkook’s cheeks flush a deep crimson when you decide to play along, wishing him a goodnight that makes his face ripple with cringe. “sleep tight googie-poo,” you coo with a sing song tone, finally sitting up to blow him a kiss. the other members shriek with laughter, ruffling their little junggoogie’s mop of dark hair as you tease him for them to see. “i love youuu!”
‘goodnight angel-bear,’ jungkook says quietly, gritting his teeth has he sinks into his sweater to hide his embarrassment. you know his reaction is more of a result of his hyung’s teasing— he claims he can’t sleep well without saying goodnight in your special way. ‘i love you too...’ he mumbles, giving you a shy smile before hanging up the call, leaving you to fall asleep with an equally wide smile.
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“there you go, joongie, hope she’s clean enough for you!”
you grin as you wipe the remaining sudds off of hongjoong’s bright red vintage car that you’re sure he spent all of his college loans on. nonetheless, you take the twenty he offers you from his wound down window and ruffle his matching strawberry hair. “thanks YN-ah,” he giggles, turning away from you for a brief second to tuck his wallet away, he briefly smacks his friend ( mingi ) on the thigh for staring at your boobs — and you can’t blame him, you love those girls — before offering you a bright smile. “you guys did a great job on her.”
you thank him once again, winking at mingi with a sly smile before waving the boys off and waiting for the next customer. the bikini car wash your sorority has set up is booming with business, students from across campus driving in to get their cars cleaned. some of the girls on the committee ordered in pink and white balloons to hang outside your dorm house, with a handmade sign saying ‘alpha delta pi wash!’ painted in pastel shades. your girls are having a great time too, looking stunning in all types of bathing suits that show off their beautiful bodies under  golden rays, splashing each other with soapy water to ease the burn of the summer sun against their skin.
you quite like the little number you’re wearing too, a pale pink two piece with obsidian black accents and panelling at either side. you wave to some of the girls as you head over to your booth to count the cash you’ve made so far, when the familiar sound of rowdy cheers and hollering boys fills the air. barely glancing up from your work, you note the excited squeals of younger members of your sorority— already tripping over their flip flops to get a taste of the frat boys that take over your car wash.
“what does a guy have to do to get his car washed around here?”
rolling your eyes, you close the catch box with a drawn out sigh— picking up your gaze to meet that of jung hoseok’s. he stands half a head taller than you, chocolate brown hair parted and pushed back from his forehead, he wears the typical varsity jacket and baseball cap combo, paired with blue jeans and his signature chunky trainers. you wouldn’t lie and say that hoseok wasn’t attractive because you’d messed about with him once or twice before, but now he couldn’t seem to understand the boundaries of your blossoming relationship with jungkook. “pay thirteen bucks and use some manners?” your question is more of a statement, with you not in the mood to deal with a cocky frat boy who thinks he’s entitled to your service. the brunette looks taken a back, not used to your snarky attitude with him, but today was not a day for you to be messed with, all you wanted was to raise money for a good cause and have fun, not deal with assholes like him. nonetheless, the jock hands you his donation with a smirk as you whistle over one of the girls to help him.
“hyeri, you don’t mind helping hoseok over here do you—?”
“no,” hoseok cuts in, stepping between yourself and the older girl— stopping her from taking the equipment she needs to clean his car. you roll your shoulders, a light sweat dripping between their blades as frustration builds up within your temple— dealing with hoseok is bothersome and all you want is to relax and let lose. the brunette steps closer to you, and hyeri watches with blushing cheeks, the short, red head almost wishing she was in your position— her flustered attitude only inflating the boy’s ego. so entitled. hoseok was so so entitled. thinking that he could get anything he wanted from any girl just because he was pretty, and maybe that was the reason why he liked you so much— because you resisted him. “i want you to do it, YN, wash my car for me princess? please?”
scoffing, you cross your arms and send an apologetic look to the bumbling mess that is now hyeri. “book him a slot for me, love? i’ll let you help?” you ask softly to which she nods her head and runs off to take a note. hoseok smiles triumphantly but his win is quickly shot down by the glare you send him, and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. “you know it’s gonna cost you extra for even having me near you, right?”
“that’s an extra cost i’m will to pay...” the boy hums, smirk finding its way onto his lips once again, as he hands you another twenty before heading back to his car full of idiots. relieved that he’s gone ( for the time being ) you release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and head off to grab an extra bucket and sponge to clean hoseok’s obnoxiously bright yellow ferrari, but not before you take a second to reapply a layer of your favourite cherry gloss that had faded during the day.
you miss the recognisable sound of yoongi’s truck while your back is turned to the hustle and bustle of your event, so your skin jumps with goosebumps when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your bare waist. “guess who?” a soothing voice whispers into your ear, causing a light giggle to pass between your freshly glossed lips.
“let me think, is it mr. tall dark and handsome?” you tease, squealing as jungkook picks you up and spins you in his arms. before he’s even set you back onto your feet, your boyfriend attacks your face with soft kisses while tugging you into him.  “you came!” you beam, once jungkook finally allows you to pull away— using an inked finger to trace patters on the small of your back. hums of approval sound from the bottom your throat while your stresses melt away, your boyfriend’s presence easily calming you down.
jungkook nods, a small smile tickling the corners of his pierced lips as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and presses your foreheads together. “i realised that i was being stupid,” the guitarist mumbles, lips only inches away from your own— you’re so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin and his own body heat radiating against yours. although your foreheads are growing sticky from sweat ( a result of the intense summer heat ), you don’t mind, loving being in close proximity to your lover.  “i shouldn’t let the fact that we have different friends stop me from showing my support, i shouldn’t be one to judge your events or say i think you’re exposing yourself— because this is your body and your choice and i’m so proud of you, sorry for being a dumb boy.”
you boop his nose, heart melting at your boyfriend’s words and even more when he scrunches his nose under your touch. “but you’re my dumb boy,” you add, teasing him slightly as you lean up to brush your lips against his. from the outside, it would appear that jungkook would always be the one to make you flustered— so it amused you when your larger, much more intimidating boyfriend blushed under the slightest touches from you. he puckers his lips, awaiting your kiss only for you to nip at his earlobe and whisper. “now how may i help you today?”
pulling away, you can see jungkook shyly curling in on himself— beyond flustered by your actions. his brown doe eyes avoid your gaze while his fingers slip into the sleeves of his black sweater as if he’s hiding. “i uh, also came to get yoongi hyung’s truck washed... he’s not happy with the state we left it in last time,” your lover mumbles quietly, and now you understand why he’s acting more shy than usual.
with bubbling laugher, you reach onto your tippy toes to ruffle jungkook’s long black locks— effectively moving them out of place. “i can help with that, koo,” you tease and pinch his cheeks as you return to your normal height. “but i can’t promise it’ll be any cleaner than last time—“ jungkook tugs you into his chest once more, opening his mouth  to speak, when a car begins honking from your left. you huff, pushing your head into your boyfriend’s broad chest while you grip his sweater. “it’s hoseok...i’m sorry.”
jungkook shakes his head, offering you one of his beautiful bunny smiles before he leans down and captures your bottom lip between his teeth. his deep caramel eyes are locked onto yours before he grasps your cheeks and kisses you fully, tongue slotting perfectly against yours as they battle in a light dance for passion. but as soon as the kiss comes, it’s over, jungkook releasing you while you stand dazed to process what happened. your boyfriend was never one for PDA but you definitely notice how he smirks and revels in the cheers you both get, sending heat straight down to your core and making a light slick pool between your thighs. cheeky bastard. the boy salutes you as he lets you go, allowing you to run off to hoseok’s car while someone else books your lover in, before he heads back over to the truck. you make quick work of building up the suds for washing the car, dipping your sponge into the soapy water as you work on the hood— deciding now of all times, would be an ample opportunity to tease him. in the meantime the guitarist makes himself comfortable in the drivers seat of yoongi’s truck, watching you get to work— and it’s not long before he notices little things about you, like how you lean over hoseok’s car a little more, drawing attention to the curve of your ass or how you purposely drench yourself with the crisp, clear and cool soapy water when you ring out each sponge.
suddenly, jungkook’s pants begin to grow tight and his senses kick into overdrive as he becomes increasingly aware of the show you’re putting on for him. the boy knows what you’re doing, from the way you look at him from over your shoulder, to the spark in your eyes and the way you lick your cherry gloss lips. jungkook’s body acts for him, hand sliding down to the buckle of his pants as he slowly undoes it— his cock is half hard in his briefs just from watching you. he hisses when he grabs his length, pumping it slowly. jungkook feels wrong, dirty for touching himself in public, let alone in his hyung’s van but he can never help himself when it comes to you— so he almost whimpers when you lean over to soap up hoseok’s window and give him a full view of your breasts in the little pink bralette  you wear.
the guitarist thanks his luck that his dark sweater covers his dirty work, thrusting he shallowly into his hand— imagining that it’s your cute little pussy clenching around him. the warmth of need bursting in his chest because god, you look so good and he knows you’ll sound better when you’re underneath him. squeezing his cock, jungkook let’s a low groan rumble in his chest— fingertips just brushing at his orgasm.
but the euphoria of his release is suddenly ripped away from him when another girl he recognises as your roommate, areum, from the nights he visits you at the house— knocks on his window. jungkook tears his hands from his pants and gives the girl a smile, driving over to get the truck washed just as you finish up with hoseok. you smile at the job you’ve done and the way the frat member’s car shines as you dry up your hands. right when you’re about to leave to find jungkook, hoseok slips from his vehicle and grabs your wrist so that your attention is turned to him.
“she looks great, YN... thanks for cleaning her up,” hoseok praises you, leaning back against his precious yellow ferrari that you’re sure is loaned ( because realistically what college student could  afford such a fancy car ), you blink, appreciative of his thanks and nod your head but your mind is too hazy from the looks your guitarist lover was giving you earlier. you know he’s beyond turned on at this point and your mouth almost waters from the thought of him taking you right there, right now. “is there any way i can repay you?”
you snap out of your thoughts, tugging your wrist from hoseok’s grip and smiling at him sweetly— hoping that it speeds up your interaction so you can return to your boyfriend. “you already paid.” you mumble bluntly, turning to leave once more before you’re pulled back into the taller male’s grasp.
“why so distant YN-ah? let me take you out to say thanks?”
“let me go hoseok.” you warn, growling out your words. it’s like he couldn’t understand, that he was incapable of realising that you just weren’t interested in him like that anymore. your eyes and heart were set on jungkook, your days flirting and messing about with boys from the neighbouring frat were over and you didn’t care what people thought of your new relationship. yes, jungkook wasn’t  your usual, conventional type but he was yours. your shy, emo, inked, pierced pretty boy.
“just think about it...” the boy pushes for you to consider it, pulling you into him by the hips as the pads of his fingers sink into your naked skin.
“hoseok.” you repeat, your tone much harsher this time as you push him back by his shoulders.
“just let me—“
the wind is knocked out of you before you have a chance to retort, as you’re yanked free from hoseok’s burning grip into a warm and familiar embrace. you immediately recognise jungkook’s sweet, floral scent and cast your gaze upwards, his sharp jaw is clenched, pierced nose is flared and skin shines under the sun from his light perspiration. you’ve never seen him so angry before, at least not in public. jungkook has never been one to start fights or initiate major PDA in front of anyone, so his attitude today... shocks you. “are you dumb, stupid, or is it both?” your boyfriend spits, anger at hot as the sun that beats down on you. his large palms that hold onto your waist tighten and his possessiveness starts to make you light headed with want. you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re both angry or that jungkook never gets this pissed but you feel the same wetness from earlier begin to gather in your panties. “shit man,” jungkook continues as a crowd begins to gather. “when a girl says to fuck off, you fuck off, especially when she’s taken.”
your pupils blow wide, gaze flickering over to hoseok who’s chest rises and falls with a mix of embarrassment and anger. you can’t tell which is the more domineering emotion. “and what if i don’t ‘fuck off’ what are you gonna do about it freak? we both know she deserves better than you.” hoseok goes for a low blow, eliciting a chorus of ‘ooo’s and ‘fight! fight! fight!’s from the group that surrounds you and his car. your boyfriend clenches his teeth ready to to spit out another comeback when you detangle yourself from his grip and knee hoseok in the dick before giving him a good old sucker punch— watching with a satisfied glossy grin as he doubles over in pain.
“YN, you bitch!” he cries out in pain, and you’re about to swing again when jungkook lifts you by your hips— legs kicking and arms flailing just to get another taste. once you’re a fair distance away, your boyfriend sets you down as you shake out your hand— knuckles barley bruised from the punch and you know that your lover is impressed ( and maybe just a little more turned on ).
hoseok’s frat brothers help him clear up his bloody nose while girls fawn over the poor thing. you’re not surprised when hyeri gives you a disappointed look, punishing you with the task of cleaning the interior of the douche’s car whilst the sorority takes a lunch break. something about repaying him for almost breaking his nose. you don’t mind though, you were far too hungry for something else.
“that was hot,” jungkook mumbles against your neck after everyone’s gone, he’s got you pressed against the door of yoongi’s truck— thigh between your legs and lips barley touching your neck. you moan lowly, feeling your hips naturally grind down against the meat of your boyfriend’s thigh whilst slick gathers at your entrance.   the combat jeans he wears are a rough polyester, only adding to your stimulation but you’re beyond turned on at this point, not caring if anyone sees. not that they will, the car wash is closed while everyone’s on break, so you have time to kill. “the way you sucker punched him like that, god i don’t think my dick’s ever gotten that hard that fast...”
your laughter falls into an airy moan, as your fingers dance their way down from jungkook’s sweaty hair to push at his sweater. you wonder how he’s not burning in the thing with how thick it is, not to mention how black clothes attract heat but you don’t question it, only knowing one thing and one thing only. that you want it off. “don’t lie to me googie,” you whine when he pulls away to rid himself of the ghastly article of clothing— a different type of heat building in your core. “saw you watchin’ me wash hoseok’s car earlier, bet you were painfully hard just sitting there knowing you couldn’t touch me,” you breathe, enjoying the way he twitches in your grasp as you yank him up for a blazing kiss. his strawberry tongue swipes over your lips to taste the cherry they have painted on and the flavour bursts in your mouth as he forces your lips apart and tangles his tongue with yours. when he pulls away, only a trail of saliva connects you both, making you both groan in unison. “were you touching yourself, baby?” you ask breathlessly, forcing your head back against the cool surface of the truck.
“fuck, angel face...” jungkook hisses at your lewd words, hips stuttering when you grab his growing bulge through his jeans. “h-how’d you know?
“i just know you.”
your boyfriend presses his lips to yours once again, fingers diving down to pinch your clit over the panties of your bikini— making you squeal with pleasure. jungkook swallows each and every one of your noises, hands trailing up and down your body until the slide under your bralette where inked fingers pull at your nipples and squeeze at your breasts. the peaks harden under jungkook’s touch, which is surprisingly cool despite the weather and you arch your back into him— desperate for more.
“let me feel you,” he finally says, sounding just as desperate as you and you nod, letting jungkook drop your feet to the ground gently and shove his shirt into the front of yoongi’s freshly cleaned truck. the guitarist is about to open the door for you when an idea pops into your head. pulling jungkook’s arm, you point over to the piercing yellow ferrari on the other side of of the lot outside of your sorority’s house and his face falls. within an instant, the key’s of hoseok’s car are back in your hand (after an hour of cleaning it) and jungkook is lowering you onto it’s hood. “want me to fuck you here, dollface? for everyone to see?”
you nod your head, a series of incoherent babbles falling from between your lips as you stare up your boyfriend with a hazy look in your eye— a look that drives him wild. jungkook strips you of your bralette and takes a breast into his mouth, sucking and licking and biting like a man devouring his last meal. you have no choice but to take what he gives you, closing your eyes to the melody of wet, sloppy sounds as his warm tongue swirls around each bud— contrasting with the cold metal of hoseok’s car beneath you. his freehand tweaks your other nipple before dancing down to between your legs as he pushes your thighs further apart. wetness pours from your burning entrance, causing your panties to stick deliciously to your pussy and jungkook groans around your second breast ( having switched between the two ) before he slides his two fingers past the flimsy pink material to circle your dripping hole.
“please koo, finger me...fuck me!” you cry desperately, writhing against the expensive car that your pussy drools onto.    he groans, wasting no more time as he pushes his tattooed digits into your tight cunt, you whimper as he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of you— dragging his finger tips against your needy walls as your eyes threaten to flutter shut from bliss.
your boyfriend tuts from your breast, standing straight to lean over you while more of your juices splatter lewdly against the hood of hoseok’s car. “nonono, angel, eyes open, want you to look at me as i stretch you open on this fucker’s car, yeah?” he pants, curling the fingers he has buried in your pussy so that they catch deliciously on that one spot. your bleary eyes focus on one thing and one thing only, your lover. the way that his lips shine under the sun with smears of your cherry lip gloss, and the way that his dark eyes shift to lighter shades of coffee brown in the sunlight— the way his strawberry lips are caught between his teeth as he pleasures you and your heart bursts with adoration. “that’s my good girl...” he mumbles, voice gravelly with need when he notices your open doe eyes.
with uncoordinated movements, you manage to tackle the buttons of jungkook’s pants, pulling his painfully hard cock free from its material confines. he practically whimpers when your burning palm comes into contact with his weighty length, his tip bright red and glistening with need. “feel good baby?” you ask him while doing your best to pump him in time with the thrusts of your fingers, creating the illusion of him being inside of you. jungkook leaks endless amounts of precum, eyes scrunching shut as he grows closer to his orgasm.
jungkook buries his mop of midnight hair into the crook of of your neck, kissing at the skin there. “d-didn’t finish earlier...” he stammers, thrusting his length into your grip. “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum before being inside you...” he wastes no more time, pushing your pretty pink panties aside and slapping is leaking tip against your glistening pussy— teasing you both even though you’ve been craving each other all day. his strong, tattooed arms hook around your legs, bringing you closer to him as he finally pushes his cock past your entrance— you hiss in unison as his weighty length sits within you and you dig your heels into the small of his back to prompt him to move. “shit...angel, dreamed of this pussy all day...”
“then take it jungkook, take me like you mean it,” you almost scream, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. your nails dig crescent moons into his blemished, freckled skin as he circles his hips and drills is cock into you, tip rubbing against your fiery walls while you clamp down on him. your cunt selfishly sucks him in as you find the strength within you to lift your hips and meet his thrusts— loving the way he feels and the burn of his fat cock stretching you open. the air between you seems heavier, hotter as the sun shines brightly above you— your perspiration clouding the glimmer on the hood of hoseok’s car as mix of your arousals smear across the honey yellow paint. you’re messy, dirty, tainting hoseok’s car as jungkook fucks into you with wanton— chasing the release that’s been building in his stomach all day.
you love it though, the way he wrecks your little hole out in broad daylight for everyone to see if they wanted— the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the empty lot in front of your sorority. anyone could come back now and see you taking his cock, and the thought makes your pussy gush with sweet, hot nectar. “your cunt is so greedy, swallowing my cock whole,” jungkook reminds you, pushing his cock into your womb until he reaches the hilt. “you must like me taking you in public huh?” he speaks your thoughts, moaning heavily as you squeeze around his length with every word, your juices wetting him more. jungkook presses down on your tummy and you watch with awe as it bulges slightly— his hips never easing up as he pushes himself impossibly deeper inside of you. “god angel face, would you look at that, look at me inside of you.”
“you’re so big,” you praise from underneath him, gasping as he grinds himself into you— harsh material of his jeans brushing against your sensitive clit. you play a game of back and forth, pushing your hips against each other with every turn until jungkook picks up the pace again, a knot in your stomach begins to form— your orgasm sneaking up behind you as your pussy weeps and cries, painting the front of jungkook’s jeans as well as your pretty thighs. “wanna cum on this thick cock of yours koo, make me cum please please...”
“you’re driving me insane dollface,” jungkook comments through gritted teeth, pounding into you now at a relentless pace— you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your walls, causing your jaw to go slack as you drip endlessly. he shuts your pleas up with the two fingers in your mouth letting you taste the remains of your essence. your boyfriend only manages a few more thrusts before you’re falling limp against him with new colours flashing behind your eyes as cream against his cock. jungkook rides out your high, hitting your g-spot over and over and almost reaches his climax when you hear someone’s footsteps against the gravel. eyes widening jungkook pulls your weak frame into his chest, using the discarded keys to open hoseok’s car door before bringing you inside. your heart thumps as you spot a sister from your sorority in the side mirrors, she seems to be looking for something but for now, you remain out of view.
with that in mind, you push yourself out of jungkook’s iron grip— knowing full well that he still hasn’t cum. ignoring your boyfriend’s nervous and confused expression along with the thumping in your chest, you drop to your knees, paying no mind to the burn the gravel causes against them. “YN, what are you—?” jungkook never finishes his question as you brace yourself on his thighs, giving sweet kitten licks to his tip before taking him into your mouth. you won’t need to do much work, he’s already close and you can tell from the way his abs clench and his fingers weave their way into your hair. your free hands pump what doesn’t fit into your hot mouth, as you drool on his cock and spit gathers on your chin.
your boyfriend whimpers quietly in the front passenger seat and you slap his inner thighs when the girl walks past. you spare a glance to the mirrors once more, swirling your tongue around your lover’s length as he strains to hold in his moans. he whispers ‘pleases’ under his breath, begging you to let him cum...so once the footsteps retreat and disappear completely, you tap his thigh once and jungkook immediately bucks his hips. your jaw falls lax as he thrusts into your mouth as if it were your tight heat, desperately chasing the release he’s been waiting for all day. “fuck, fuck, shit!” he curses as your throat tightens around his length, causing him to spill his seed into your mouth. you swallow gratefully, only pulling away to show him the mess he made of your tongue before letting him pull you onto his lap. “such a dirty girl, sucking me off like that with people around...”
“you loved it,” you tease, twirling his long hair between your fingers as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.
“would have loved to cum inside you, more.”
you straddle jungkook’s lap, letting his half hard cock brush against your soaked panties as you grind down on him. “then let me make you cum again; let me ride you.” you state more so than ask, taking his hands into yours and intertwining your fingers. jungkook looks up at you with bright starry eyes, and you lose yourself within their constellations— you loved him, you knew that and no one would change that. the mood slips into something softer and you’re no longer in a rush to ruin hoseok’s car, instead you take your time easing yourself down onto your love’s length as it hardens with each stroke of your hips.
neither of you will last long this time, sensitive from your previous releases but that doesn’t stop you from slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down to start a steady pace. the length of jungkook’s weighty girth, drags along your velvet walls with each rock of his hips into yours, sending tingles of pleasure down your spend. he lets go of your right hand, using his large inked palm to grab at your waist, guiding you into him in away that makes him whine. he moves onto your ass, squeezing the peachy flesh as you bounce on him, launching you both into new realms of pleasure.
“love that ass baby, how good it looks in this little set,” jungkook whimpers against your sweat slicked skin, closing his eyes to tune into the sounds of your angelic moans and wetness against his dick. “always so pretty for me...”
you swivel your hips in soft circles, clamping down on your lover with each word of praise as he sucks blues and indigos and violets between your breasts, his mouth salivating from watching them bounce with every thrust into your tight heat. he worships you under the golden sun, heated bodies moving together as you both work towards release. “it’s all yours, koo,” you cry, biting your cherry lips— bitten red and swollen from kisses your lover used to soothe your cries of wanton. “i’m all yours.” you add before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and you’re pulling him by the hair to yank him into another sweet kiss, tasting traces of your gloss on his pinkish lips.
“mine.” jungkook claims your mouth as his, as you squeeze and clench and clamp around his girth, tears beginning to roll as your high approaches. the guitarist doesn’t up, letting you swallow his whines as the sensitivity grows too much, the tip of his length hitting that one spot over and over again while you push your hips down to meet his every thrust.
“look me in the eyes when you cum with me.” you growl to him, freeing your hands to cup his cheeks— lips tingling and cunt spasming. jungkook can barely nod but he obliges, deep brown eyes pulling you in as his warm breath fans across your face. you drown in his eyes, falling under as the knot in your stomach finally snaps— your hips falter as you cling to jungkook with all you have, release glazing his cock until he fills you with his creamy essence. your fingers massage his wet scalp while you bury your face into his neck, hearing him whimper and cry out as he fills you over and over again.
eventually, the sensitivity grows too much and jungkook pulls out of you with small moans, fingers finding your messy entrance as a mix of your arousals drips onto the leather seats. “i love you, angel face...so fucking much,” he finally says with glossy eyes and a tiny smile, dipping his finger into your leaking hole and smearing the evidence of your rendezvous against your lips.
“and i love you, more than anything.” you hum back, licking the sweet and salty sheen from your lips before mirroring your lovers smile because all though he’d rubbed of your cherry gloss, jungkook’s cum was the next best thing.
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Broken Hearts and New Beginnings
Chapter 7
For Maribat March 2021 day 1 prompt Found Family
this one also didn’t get a cool title.
before we jump into the chapter, this one takes place after Marinette wakes up feeling like she’s being blown apart and vaguely takes place before Emilie Agreste goes missing/is presumed dead. also, there is a reason Adrien’s heart is white-grey it has everything to do with Roy Harper not being a real person at the moment.
anyways, enjoy.
Marinette couldn’t help the sluggishness as she walked into the classroom. She was dressed very differently from the way she normally dressed. Normally, she would walk into the classroom with a smile on her face in pink capris with a white shirt with an apple blossom embroidered on it under a gray blazer lined with white covered in pink polka dots. Today, she was dressed in baggy black sweatpants with a dark gray oversized sweatshirt (that Nino recognized as his own that he’d left at the Dupain-Cheng household a week ago) with a frown, red puffy eyes, and visible tear trails marring her otherwise cute face. She slunk into her seat at the desk, propping her head up on a sleeve-encased hand. She could feel tears well up in her eyes and she fought to keep them back.
“Hey? Dudette?” Nino slumped into the seat next to her, his eyes taking in her appearance. “Are you okay?”
Marinette looked like she was going to say something when she was interrupted.
Chloé looked at Marinette and Nino, her gaze going back to Marinette. “Wow. You didn’t even try Mari-” Chloé’s words died in her throat as she finally caught sight of Marinette’s heart. Marinette’s heart was in a pitiful state, the heart which was once garnet in colour was now split down the middle with jagged edges and slimy green in colour. Chloé’s expression softened as she looked at Marinette. “What happened?” She reached forward to grab the much smaller girl’s shoulders. “When did it happen?”
Marinette glanced at Nino out of the corner of her eye, sure that her long-time friend was also witnessing this. He simply shrugged, not knowing what to do to help her. Marinette reluctantly gave her full attention back to Chloé, shrinking back as though she thought she’d be struck or ridiculed. “He- my so- he, he died. Sometime this morning, in an explosion.”
Chloé reached forward to wipe away the other girl’s tears before nodding. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
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Nino sat beside Marinette in the courtyard, being a good friend, as the two endured harsh glares from not only their peers but also most of the rest of their schoolmates. The pair were eating sushi, mostly vegetable rolls as that was one of the few types of sushi the two could agree on, when they were approached by Sabrina.
The redhead, whose teal blue heart was settled in her hair above where it was pinned on the side of her head before the start of a simple braid, looked at the duo with a sad smile. “I’m sorry about what happened to your, uh,-”
“You don’t have to say it. I know it’s, it’s kind of hard to process.” Marinette gave the other girl a watery smile, her eyes filling with tears before she looked away.
Sabrina nodded, settling down beside Nino where she pulled out her lunch, a container of Garbure with all the fixings. “If you don’t mind I think I’ll join you two for lunch today.”
Nino smiled at her, a grateful “thanks” left his lips.
Chloé appeared out of the woodwork, her gaze boring into any who dared to glare at Marinette. She gracefully perched herself on Marinette’s other side, leaving the space directly in front of Marinette free so they could all see whoever was coming. She took out her lunch, beautifully prepared shrimp scampi, with a passing glance at what her lunchmates were dining on. “Is that all you’re eating ‘Rinette?”
Marinette glanced at the other girl, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “Nino and I usually share something halal for lunch, his parents leave before he and Chris get up in the morning so I make us lunch the night before. We have some fresh baguette if you want some.” She ate a single piece of her vegetable roll before drinking some peach juice. “What’s with the name?”
“Marinette is what our loser classmates will call you. Nino calls you Nette. I figured Sabrina and I should call you something different.” Chloé simply shrugged her shoulders before tucking into her meal.
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Marinette walked into school a week after her soulmate died. Her parents were great if a little maybe a lot overbearing, but they didn’t understand what it was like to feel your soulmate die. They’d both met their soulmate early in their lives and decided that while they fit together amazingly, they just didn’t work that way.
Marinette was suddenly flanked by the three people she’d started considering her family. She flashed them all a small smile before her face fell back into her new default expression, little to no emotion showing through.
“Hey ‘Rinette?” Chloé called. “Would you be up to meeting with my childhood best friend after school?”
“Sure.” Marinette flashed her new friend a smile. “We just have to stop by the bakery to let Maman and Papa know where we’ll be first.”
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Marinette and her friends arrived at the park, Chloé leading the group as she was the only one who knew what the other person looked like.
Chloé ran at a little blond-haired boy with green eyes and a white-grey heart poking out of his pants’ pocket. “Adrikins!” She yelled as she threw her arms around the boy, a smile on her face.
“Hey, Chloé.” The boy, now only known as Adrikins, greeted with a soft smile on his face. “Who, uh, who’re your friends?”
“Adrikins, these are my friends Sabrina, Nino, and Marinette, but we don’t call her that.” Chloé looked at her friends with a smile. “Friends, this is Adrien, Adrien Agreste.” She whirled back to her blond-haired friend with a wide smile. “Where’s Aunt Emilie?”
“She’s on the other side of the fountain.” Adrien smiled as Chloé released him and ran off to throw herself into the arms of a beautiful blonde woman. “That’s my mom, Emilie Agreste formally Emilie Graham de Vanily.”
Nino nodded. “Cool. I’m Nino Lahiffe. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Adrien smiled. “Adrien Agreste, the pleasure is all mine.”
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The five would find themselves sitting in Chloé’s room on many occasions, including the day Adrien’s mom went missing. The five were like family at that point, knowing how best to comfort one another. Adrien’s father would decide to seclude Adrien in his home, only allowing him to leave for photoshoots and lessons, but his friends, the people who were family to him, would always find a way to be there, whether it was backstage at photoshoots or at Chloé’s when she demanded to get to hang out with Adrien. They weren’t turning their backs on Adrien, he was a part of their family. And nothing broke this family up.
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