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[pirates-apologist]

[ressjeon]

can’t be helped | kth (soon)

🌴 pairing: lifeguard!tae x religious!reader

🌴 summary: holy week just happens to be on the same week of spring break and you’ve been doing your best to avoid any temptations by joining an Easter retreat overseas - only to be met with the said temptation at the very same place where you’re supposed to have a break from him.

🌴 rating: 18+

🌴 genre/au: angst, smut, fluff, romance, acquaintances to lovers, easter retreat/spring break!au

🌴 warnings/content: sacrilegious themes, religious guilt, corruption kink, loss of virginity, humiliation, spanking, bondage, public sex, manhandling, praise kink (changes might happen)

a/n: i’m gonna go to hell but it is what it is with this man 😭. thank you to ma ayjeh @bangtanintotheroom​ for this amazing banner ily 💗 this is part of Spring Break-ing The Rules, go check some of the fics that are already published!

[wa-royal-tea]

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(Transcript under the cut - Click Pics for HQ Version!)

@houseofcameliard​​

Café De Luna, Britechester (4:50pm)

Indirah: Shut up! Oh my god, he finally proposed?

Ginny (on the phone): He did! We did talk about getting married recently and I wasn’t expecting him to propose this soon!

Indirah: Soon? Gee, you guys have been together for years! Longer than Alfie and Lina, and you say this is soon? You better be joking!

Ginny: *laughs* Fine. Maybe we took too long.

Ginny: Where are you by the way? Do you have classes after this?

Indirah: I’m at the café. I was just done with my last class for today and I wanna get bubble tea before I go home. What about you? What are you up to?

Ginny: I’m getting ready for a meeting. We have to plan for the looks we’re going to present at Champs Les’ Sims Fashion Week next year. We’re thinking of listing down guests to send out invitations too.

Indirah: This early?

Ginny: Duh. We’re trying to get everything done early. I think they’re going to send an invitation to either you or Lina. I’m not sure which ones yet. But I can suggest that you both to attend.

Indirah: You can do that?

Ginny: It’s just a suggestion. I’m sure they’d love it if more royal guests attends the event. More publicity, y’know?

Indirah: Pfft, sure. But I don’t know if I can go though. I might be a bit busy with my studies and all.

Ginny: It’s okay then. Just let me know if you want to go. Alright?

Indirah: Alrighty~

Ginny: Oh, by the way, we’re coming to Windasia this weekend to celebrate. You’ll be there, right?

Indirah: I don’t know yet. If I’m not busy, I’ll come and drop by Uncle Em’s.

Ginny: Okay~

Indirah: I gotta go now, say hi to Rainier for me. And congrats, you two!

Ginny: I will. Bye, Dee. I love you~

Indirah: I love you too~

Tearista: What can I get for you, Miss?

Indirah: Chocolate bubble tea, please.

Tearista: Alright, will you be paying cash or card?

Indirah: Card, please.

Tearista: Okay, your order will be ready soon. You can wait on the side.

Indirah: Thank you.

???: I’d like a hot bubble tea, please. To go.

Tearista: Mhm, here’s the total. Will that be cash or card?

???: Card ple—

Tearista: Sir?

???: I-I’m sorry, I can’t find my wallet. I think I just got pickpocketed.

Tearista: Would you like me to cancel your order, then?

Indirah: It’s okay, I’ll pay for him. Here’s my card.

???: Thank you, Miss. You didn’t have to.

Indirah: It’s fine. You should go to the police and make a report. The police station is two blocks from here.

???: I see. Thank you again.

Tearista: Here’s your order, Miss.

Indirah: Thank you.

Tearista: Sir? Your order is ready.

Domhnall: Oh! Thanks.

[alkaliineee-old]

is that SABRINA CARPENTER? oh, no, that’s CLEMENTINE BEAUREGARD , a TWENTY-THREE year old BOTTLE SERVICE GIRL at CATCH ME IF YOU CAN who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in VIÑA DEL MAR, and the character they identify with most is PINKIE PIE from MY LITTLE PONY hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

BASIC STATS .

FULL NAME . clementine maisie beauregard

NICKNAME(S) . clem, lemmie, lemon, minnie, teeny

AGE/BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC . 23 / july 22 / cancer

SEXUALITY . bicurious

BIRTHPLACE . cleveland, georgia

HEIGHT . 4'11 ¾

EYES . blue

ILLNESSES/CONDITIONS . sweeet(anxie)teaaa

PIERCINGS . standard lobe.

FC . sabrina carpenter

FAMILY  .

FIRST LAST ( relation, alive/deceased )

blake beauregard (father/alive)

grace beauregard abernathy (mother/alive)

(half sibling/alive)

OTHER CONNECTIONS   .

TBA

EDUCATION   .

secondary education completion certificate

tried university for a year but it was not for her

LANGUAGES   .

english. spanish.

WORK   .

Position

tearista at little leaves tea house (previous)

bottle service girl at catch me if you can (current)

FAVORITE   .

ANIMALS. cats. horses. ducks. cows. BAKED GOODS. lemon rolls. peach cobbler. fried apple pies. berlines chilenos. COLOURS. yellow. pink. orange. DRINKS. sweet tea. lemonade. fanta peach. fresh orange juice. mango slush. FRUIT. peaches. mangos. oranges. pineapple. cherries. HOLIDAY. christmas. ICE CREAM. peach. mango sorbet. cherry garcia. MOVIE. spirit: stallion of the cimarron. MUSIC GENRES. country. pop. SCENTS. citrus. chamomile. vanilla. SEASON. summer. SNACKS. lays original. cotton candy. cuchuflí. fruit cups. WEATHER. sunny. 

AESTHETIC   .

what are words? here is her pinterest instead.

PERSONALITY   .

+ affectionate

+ bubbly

+ optimistic

- emotional

- indecisive

- naive

BACKGROUND .

clementine was born in cleveland georgia to her adoring parents who were highschool sweethearts. her father was a rancher and her mother was a homemaker. they predominantly had cattle, alongside a handful of horses, and then somehow (lemmie's pleading) winded up with a flock of ducks and a few donkeys. she spent most of her time outside with the animals and truly couldn't have been happier.

tw: infidelity when she was thirteen, her parents separated, the reasoning unknown to her (coughherfatherhadanaffaircoughandgotanotherwomanpregnantcough) but that was when her mother decided to do something for herself and go back to school, though instead of choosing somewhere in the state or even the country, she decided on chile, starting off as a student, and then going on to later become a professor at the very same university. there started the years of travelling back and forth from one home to the other, during the school year clem would stay in chile with her mom, and during her breaks at school she would fly back to georgia to be with her dad, though christmas' were traded off each year. post school, it was really up to her to decide when and where she spent most of her time, and while she does still go back to visit her father (and all the animals) she decided to stay in chile full time.

HEADCANONS .

has a two year old orange persian cat named marigold that she loves with alllll her heart.

naps > normal sleep schedule. there's no less than five pillows on her bed at all times and at least one of her blankets has to be fuzzy.

spends a lot of her time outside. while not athletically inclined, aside from horseback riding, she does enjoy a good hike. and picnics. and the beach.

can be found singing into a hairbrush at any given time.

habitual wearer of cowboy boots and hats, you can take the girl off the ranch but you can't take the ranch out of the girl, or something like that.

a baker ! now she's not about to be on the great british bake off or anything of the sort, but she can manage to make a little sweet treat, bonus points if it turns out cute.

has been a bottle girl for around six months, and while she's not a partier, the tips at catch are so much better than what she was getting at little leaves.

has a little southern twang that’s definitely more prominent when she gets back from georgia.

mama mia is very very close second for her favourite movie

this will be added to as i think of things but yeah.

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

platonic soulmate: the #1 love of her life, duh. give me her person pls & thx. <3

bad influence: v much naive and always wanting to see the best in people, it wouldn't be hard at all for someone to lead her astray tbh. it's like shaking a bag of treats at a good doggo.

ex: boyfriend? situationship? fling? could have been messy, or could have ended amicably, the world is our oyster.

roommate: i haven't decided on anything in regards to her living situation other than it's somewhere in viña del mar, so this is totally open to just about anyone/anything.

other: literally open 2 just about anything and everything. friends. people that find her annoying. girly group. crushes. childhood friends. second parental figures. if you have an idea i am all ears.

[nuri148]

Clarity Poll! Take a guess!

No idea what I'm talking about? My fic of course.

*These could arguably be canon characters... but let's be honest, they appeared in like, 2 panels. So I'll count them as OCs. At least I gave them a name, which is more than Yams did!

[teainspoons]

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[newyorkmylife]

Summer. Love? AI. Communism? Not quite

August 12, 2023

This summer... it has a unique flavor to it.

A calm room in Chinatown, with little light getting in. Hot sunny days, cloudy days, cooler days. Ups and downs, but mostly ups.

On June 1st I moved to this house - and it's been treating me very well. I wish I could stay here in the winter too but the rental is only for the summer. A student will come back in September.

The landlord is Chinese, he can barely speak English but he's so nice. He smiles very often. He gave me half of a huge watermelon and a Sapporo beer. I don't know when he immigrated here, but I saw him barefoot tilling the ground in the backyard. He also painted fresh the bathroom door. His daughter lives here too. She's about my age, just graduated and has been looking for a job for a while. She seems nice and pretty but we don't talk much.

For a few weeks, I was looking for a part-time job to make some money on the side. My most wanted position was the "tearista" in a bubble tea shop. Sent my resume to a few stores but never heard back. I then applied to Starbucks. Got an email back with a few questions. Answered everything and... apparently got rejected a week later. Damn, I wonder how many people are in line to get a job at Starbucks?

In the meantime, I've been developing a side business. AI-generated images. After a few months of consistent posting, I was able to get about $200 plus a few commissions for another ~$250. I'm really proud of this. I worked really hard, but I can't really tell people that's my "job"... not for now at least. I felt quite hyped about the business last week, but now I'm worried again about how I can actually make it work. I need to reach at least $1000 per month just to pay for a small room... maybe even $1200.

Also... love. Yeah, actually, something really unexpected happened. There's a group that I usually join every week and I got closer to one of the girls there. I was very surprised to learn that she had to go through some hardships in life that are outside of what I think most people go through. She overcame traumas and I believe she's an amazing person. I asked her to grab ice cream once, a second time we got ramen and talked about our stories... after that we hit it off. We would text so much all the time, even in the middle of the night. She asked so many questions about me and I asked many questions about her. It felt like my feelings were reciprocated for the first time in a very long while and by a girl that is so smart and independent.

unfinished

[teavanabe]

Character on TV: I love this tea. what is it? Lapsang Souchong? It’s so good.

Me:  you just googled “cool sounding tea names,” didn’t you? there’s no way any 13 year old thinks “cup o’ cigarette butt” is a delicious tea

[sherrysioksim]

Busy with work also there is fine for family time during weekends and depend how you plan it. This is family time where father and son bonding time making origami. What other indoor activities we can do? Hoping to go @tealiveasia @kidzaniakl . #TealiveFamilyFun #TealiveKidZania #TearistaJunior #Tearista #TealiveCafe #KidZania #KidZaniaKL #KZKL #roleplay #adventure #family #schoolholiday #learningdaily #origamiart #sherrygosharing #indooractivities #edutainment #igersmalaysia #igersmy #klangvalley #kualalumpur #selangor #shahalam #damansara #petalingjaya #bondingtime #fatherandsonmoment https://www.instagram.com/p/B80BlIIB31S/?igshid=g0vih24a6ffb

[doiefy]

got an interview tmrw morning 😎🤙

this employer officially ghosted me, job hunt is back on 💀

[milktyama]

— ☕︎ TAGS

#— shop-notice : tearista rambles

#— manager-picks : fic/writing recommendations

#— break-time : rb/ask games

#— receipts : asks (anons + non mutuals)

#— regulars : mutuals

#— [name]'s-order : personal tags

#— hot-drink : suggestive tag

#— k-ameo : kpop related content

[shuotaizawa]

bakudeku au where deku is a bubble tea tearista and bakugou becomes a regular customer to fuck with him bc he buys bbt with 0% sugar and No toppings.  like a Fool 

[ressjeon]

movie date(s): jeon jungkook

genre(s): pragma; ludus

row and seat(s): row 2; seat 7

menu order(s): soda; nachos; hot dog

my first ever drabble request to ANY author! i’m so excited and happy that you are doing this <3

pairing: tearista!jungkook x cashier!reader

summary: you don’t know what his reasons are for pestering you on a daily basis but you sure know why you continue to tolerate him, even when you’re near your limit.

rating: 18+

genre/au: smut, angst?, fluff, bubble tea shop, coworkers, enemies to lovers

word count: 2.9k

warnings/content: sexual tension, nipple play, dick slapping ig, food play?

a/n: it’s an honour to be the first author that you ever requested a drabble to and thank you! i’m glad that you’re excited & happy, enjoy the film!

☞ part of @btsgoldnetwork’s two hearts, one love valentine’s day event  🎞💓

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THIS WILL BE RE-WRITTEN AS A ONESHOT

If you didn't have to work part-time because of your decreasing budget, you never would’ve worked here in the first place.

You watch him at the cash register, smiling at the customers who are mostly women and you know that it’s his way of flirting to gain more tips. The bubble tea shop has been earning more customers and new regulars now that Jungkook started working here. You know why but you don’t say anything because your manager’s loving the booming of his boba business.

Though both you and Jungkook applied for the same position, somehow you get assigned to the cashier part more than him and that annoyed you because you love making drinks than talking to customers. Now you're currently fuming because he just made you finish the drink that he started so he could take over your task for today.

.

“is he on shift?”

“is who?” you didn't mean to sound rude but it’s the same girl that's been coming here for weeks now so you obviously know who she’s talking about.

“sorry i’m not sure who you are referring to?” you try again with your customer service voice in case she actually complains to your manager about your attitude.

“the cute barista” the girl fusses and you almost breathe out fire then and there but before you can even reply, you hear Jungkook’s saccharine voice from behind you make your jaw clench.

“hi, can i take your order?”

“jeon, what the-”

“y/n, would you kindly finish the drink i started? its customer is waiting already” the fake polite smile he’s giving you made you smile curtly back at him before taking a deep breath and pretending that he just didn’t take over without giving you a chance to protest.

Customer where? You’ve been yelling the order number and waiting for a while until the customer finally showed up to take it. You look up to the clock to see how much time you have left until your break because you need a damn drink to clear your head.

You're used to girls flocking him since you were in elementary and yet seeing it affects you till this day. He's not at fault since it's just you who have these stupid feelings for him and that’s what irked you more.

How you’re still somehow hoping that he’ll like you back even when he’s never looked at you like how you do at him.

.

You’re refilling the powders in the jars since it's usually the first task that you do after clocking in when you just noticed the change of the shop’s interior. 

“how is it?” a whisper comes beside you and you almost scream of surprise.

“did you fucking add these designs on the wall?”

Your eyebrows are scrunched together while reading the letter bulb lights that says “don’t yell at me” on the wall in front of you.

“you like it?”

“does it look like i LIKE it?”

“well you yell at me all the time and our manager asked me to redesign some stuff, i’m just doing my job” he replies, his hand quoting in the air that pissed you off even more.

“YOU’RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING” you turn to hit him but the motherfucker backs away too fast and proceeds to re-arrange the chairs and tables.

Of course, your manager would let him whatever the fuck he wants. It's obvious that Jungkook's your manager’s favourite employee that's why you do your best to take as many shifts as you can, volunteering to cover other shifts before Jungkook can since the manager always gives him more hours.

And he always competes to get extra shifts for no reason.

You wonder if it’s just his nature or he just does it to piss you off. When you saw him during the interview, you were nervous because you really thought that you wouldn’t get hired with Jungkook as your rival for the position. Thankfully, the manager hired both of you but that doesn’t mean that you can’t compete for any promotion that Jungkook might want.

“i love you though, what are you gonna do about it”

His voice broke you out of your trance and your eyes widen at what he just said. How did he find out?

“funny”

“i know you never take me seriously but do you wanna go out later after your shift?” he scratches the back of his head as he nears the counter, looking anywhere but you while he refills the straws. You don’t even know why he’s here helping you when today’s his day off so he must be serious..

“wait, you deadass like me?”

“well, you're my cup of tea so?”

You fight the snort that’s coming out from your mouth and instead give him an endearing smile because of how adorable he looks right now. That line might be cheesy but it did make your heart flutter.

“try again jeon” you tease as you scrunch your nose at him, shaking your head playfully when you see his face getting red from embarrassment.

“that line always works!” he protests and you can see the slight panic in his eyes since you haven’t answered him yet.

“whatever Kook see you at 3” you reply as you turn away to make more drinks.

Jungkook's shocked that you said yes because he didn't think that you would especially after the embarrassing corny line that he just said. It's the only reason why he came here early, help you a bit so you’d be in a good mood when it’s time for him to ask you out.

.

To say you're nervous is an understatement. You could've gone straight to the date after your shift but after looking up the place that Jungkook sent, you want to look good even if dressing fancy isn’t needed. He asked you out after all though you still can’t believe that he did so you’re going to make sure that you’re more than ready for this date.

He arrived at the same time as you and something inside you warm at how you're both always syncs with each other even outside work. The both of you enter the bistro and settle on your seats while waiting for the server to take your orders. It's a bit awkward since none of you has said anything so far, just smiling curtly at each other when your eyes meet and you’re getting antsy.

“okay so-”

“this isn’t going to-”

“to what?”

Jungkook asks you and you’re not sure what to respond. You were going to respond but the server just arrived and you immediately ordered quite a lot because you were very hungry since you didn’t eat lunch yet after your shift. Jungkook was surprised as well though he’s planning to pay for everything for this date, it’s cute to see you not holding back on what you eat.

“you didn’t answer me by the way” he starts and you almost choked on your pasta with how Jungkook is looking at you.

“um..uh..” you clear your throat and grabbed the iced tea in front of you to calm you down but he really looks good with his outfit tonight. A dark denim jacket with a plain shirt underneath but of course since it’s Jungkook, it looks hot on him.

What happened next is something that you didn’t expect to happen,

You spilling your iced tea on Jungkook’s very white shirt. His body jerks at the cold liquid and he almost curses before he remembers that it was you who spilled this on him.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to” you whisper in regret but he just glares at you.

“you really hate me that much? you never should’ve said yes to this date” he huffs as he stands up to the counter to pay for the meal since he’s done anyway, leaving you frozen on your seat because you’re still processing what just happened.

Your mind’s formulating on the best way to apologize to Jungkook when your phone rings from the table. It’s your manager and you already know why he’s calling.

The bistro is a bit loud so you decide to put your phone on speaker and you immediately hear your manager asking you to cover the night shift for today because your other coworker can’t. You agreed of course since it’s more hours for you and also because of how disastrous this date is thanks to your clumsiness, you’d have a perfect excuse to escape.

“i paid already” you hear Jungkook mutter so you look up to see his hardened face.

“he called in, so uh”

“i’ll drop you off” he cuts you off and your eyes widen in surprise.

You want to complain and tell him to just go home so he can change but he’s already leaving the table so you had no other choice but to follow him. Jungkook approaches a motorbike that you haven’t seen before and you wonder if he newly bought this one. You didn’t ask of course especially when he silently hands you the extra helmet that he has before gesturing you to climb on. You wordlessly follow him and you were hesitating on where to hold until he grabs your arms to wrap around his waist.

His damn tiny and firm waist.

You immediately clutched on him as soon as he starts the engine, making you hug him fully and you feel him tense. You were about to loosen your hold on him until he gears the bike even more so you had no choice but to put your arms back around him.

Jungkook smells nice, you’re not sure if it’s the perfume or if it’s his natural sce-

“we’re here”

You see your manager coming out from the door as you’re coming off the bike and he comes to tell thank you before leaving for the day because apparently his wife just had an emergency at home. Jungkook smiles at your manager and he smiled even bigger after seeing him, probably thinking how polite Jungkook is for dropping you off.

Or because he thought that Jungkook will be working with you as well because he gives him a sign before he enters his car.

You expected Jungkook to leave right after but instead, he entered the shop with you and grabs the apron from one of the drawers. Before you can ask him, he takes off the jacket that he has and now you can see clearly the stain on his white shirt from the iced tea earlier. The guilt that was creeping out from you instantly vanished when he starts lifting up his shirt so you turn around immediately because damn, you just touched those abs earlier.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook actually notices your ogling at him earlier and he smirks a little at seeing you flustered. He wasn’t mad at you per se but he was just a little bit upset from what happened earlier. He’s not upset about you accidentally spilling a drink on him but more so with how you were acting around him. Was the date really that bad? He prepared a lot for this one but alas he already fucked up from the start it seems.

Confusion strikes you when he actually puts the apron on and starts gathering the ingredients from the working station to make a new drink. So he’s actually going to work despite his supposed day off, how very Jungkook of him.

He still hasn’t spoken to you and it’s been driving you crazy. You know he’s still mad but it would’ve been better if he just yells at you instead of giving you the silent treatment because you’re currently walking eggshells around him. He just gets out of your way when you want to do the drink that the customer asks and takes over the cash register without a word.

This is very strange so you need to talk to him after the closing shift.

.

You did not expect to say sorry this way.

At first, you tried cornering him when there weren't that many customers anymore but he never spared you a glance so you waited till closing, surely you both have to talk. You want to settle this now before your manager starts questioning what's going on between you and his favourite employee.

“Jungkook” you’re drinking your brown sugar milktea as you approach him and you’re hoping that he’ll finally talk to you now that the shop is closed. He has his back on you the whole time and when he turns around, you’re momentarily stunned with how he’s looking at you. He doesn’t look like he’s mad but his heated stares are warming up your cheeks that you stepped back a little.

You take a huge gulp of milktea to calm yourself down and almost choke on the boba when Jungkook comes forward and bends his head down to take a sip of your drink.

All while staring right through your eyes.

And you’ve had enough. You placed the drink on the top behind you before grabbing Jungkook’s face though you paused because of the sudden nerves that replaced your brief confidence.

He just laughs before leaning in to kiss you and you instantly melted around him. Jungkook’s hands are immediately roaming around your body before coming up on your shoulders to tug off the straps of your dress to pull it down along with your bra, revealing your breasts to his hungry eyes.

“knew you had a thing for me”

“shut up”

Jungkook’s kisses descend from your jaw to your neck, and you moan when you taste the brown sugar milktea on his mouth when he returns his lips to yours. His hands come up and start massaging your breasts before pinching your nipples. Jungkook beams at your reaction to his touches, he knows that it’s your favourite flavour because you always make one to drink during your break time. Sometimes, he makes drinks that he thinks you might like though when he found out that taro and matcha aren’t your faves, he pretends that some customer made the wrong order so you wouldn’t find out that he’s the one who paid for them.

“..Jeon..” you whine when his mouth leaves you and you raise your brows in confusion when you see a small bag of chocolate powder in his hands. You didn’t even notice how he managed to take it from the cabinets but maybe he already did earlier when you were busy cleaning up the tables because he stayed behind the counter and insisted on cleaning the workstations so you just opted on doing the rest.

Jungkook smirks at you before moving his head down to take each of your tits to his mouth, his tongue wrapping around your pebbled nipples, wetting them before grabbing the choco power bag and starting pouring its contents to your breasts.

His saliva on your tits allowed the powder to stick into your skin, making you look like a dessert for him. Jungkook’s thinking of teasing you further while he takes off his clothes, not forgetting to fish out the condom from his pocket. He tears the packet off at once before putting it on and starts stroking himself while he watches your hungry expression, the way you bite your lip as you eye his cock is making him even harder as he approaches you.

He’s excited with how your hands eagerly wrapped around his shoulders while he parts your thighs apart, positioning himself between your legs. The sight of your wet pussy because of him is making him want to abandon his plan on teasing you and just fuck you stupid.

“want me to ruin your pussy?”

You nod vigorously, your pleading eyes begging for him to do so and he smiles before lining himself up. Jungkook’s blown-out pupils stare right through yours and you can feel the head of his cock on your entrance but to your surprise, he doesn’t push in. A grin slowly forms on his gorgeous lips and you can see the mischief now in his eyes as he grabs his dick to slap it against your swollen clit.

Another moan comes out of you when Jungkook drops his head to take one of your tits back in his mouth, his eyes solely on you as he starts sucking them alternately that you can’t stop yourself from moaning louder anymore because fuck he’s damn good at this.

“y-you’re so fucking annoying..ahh” you whine when he continues to tease you, running the tip of his cock through your wet folds to coat it even more before he dips it in and pulls back out while he continues to suck on your tits. He does this for a while, finishing off the remaining crust of chocolate around your nipples before sucking them again and you’re gripping his hair hard to urge him to go all-in but he just smiles against your skin.

You yelp when Jungkook suddenly flips you around, bending you on the counter before placing himself behind you, chuckling at your shocked reaction.

“now y/n, let’s hear how you’ll say sorry hmm?”

e/n: don’t do funny business at your workplace or you’ll get fired ok. lordt this was a struggle lmao i almost forgot that you didn’t request eros so i had to delete some scenes bye i got carried away as always 😝

we kinda rusty here but i really might turn this into a oneshot 👀

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[marksleepy]

15 questions tag

thank you so much for tagging me @whaechan 💌💌💌

1) were you named after anyone? I think so but idk who

2) when was the last time you cried? my memory is soooo bad but probably some day this week

3) do you have any kids? I can't even take care of myself

4) do you use sarcasm a lot? moderately

5) eye colour? dark brownieeee

6) scary movie or happy ending? scary movie AND happy ending

7) special talents? I can move this bone on my hand when I clench my fist sorry idk what it's called and this doesn't even make any sense

8) where were you born? sunny singapore

9) do you have any hobbies? switching between two games on my phone, listening to songs, reading

10) do you have any pets? no :( I really want a cat or a dog

11) what sports do you play? 🥏🎳🏑🏸🥎

12) how tall are you? 162 cm

13) favourite subject in school? english

14) dream job? author, barista/tearista, lyricist, designer (for stickers and tote bags and stuff), veterinarian

15) tag 15 mutuals (only if you would like to) @reunjun​ @dxnghyucks​

[exothermic-filth]

Half-Sweet?

A cute little milk-tea shop, SFW (though there is some swearing and mild violence warning), reader x Junkrat story! Gender-neutral pronouns for the reader :) escapism from current stresses was the inspo here! 

You stare at the long line of people stretching out the door. The forecasters said it was going be hot, hot day and it seemed like the entire city wanted cold drinks.

“Can I get a medium taro milk tea?” The customer half-shouts. The buzz of conversation filled the air in the tiny shop.

“Of course,” you chirp happily, scribbling the order on the “medium” plastic cup. “Dairy or non-dairy creamer? What level of sweetness?”

Get a degree they said, you’ll get a better job they said. 

“Uh…. non-dairy please, and normal sweetness, oh and with mini-boba,” the customer produced their credit card. 

You hand off the annotated plastic cup to the tearista closest to you and close the transaction. 

 It had been almost 5 months since you graduated and one month since you gave up on the job search in your field. 

The milk tea job you worked as an undergraduate took you back and gave you a managerial position to boot because of your experience, but it still felt like returning to square one. You didn’t like being here. Graduating was supposed to be the finisher, the closing statement in the old chapter of your life. But student loan deferment only lasted 6 months and you couldn’t bear asking your family to foot the bill… so milk-tea it was. It’s not so bad. Just lonely. All the tea-ristas share classes and everyone got to commiserate about midterms and projects and finals. You… you’re still living in the same crowded flat trying to make it in a big city… 

“Uhm… *your name*…” one of the tearistas touched your arm, bringing you back to reality. 

You notice the sudden quiet; there’s only the gentle whir of the air conditioning unit. The line had vanished. The seated customers all had wide eyes and terrified expressions. 

It takes you a moment to realize the tall man standing before you. He stares at the drinks menu, quietly murmuring to himself. His grenade launcher rests on his shoulder, glistening in the bright sunlight. 

“Let’s see here….” he pause, rubbing a sooty thumb across his chin in deep thought. 

His enormous companion grunts. You could see the big man roll his eyes beneath the weathered mask. 

“I know, Roadie, I know, sheesh… let a man think about it will ya’?” The tall man tuts. 

You gulp. The infamous Junkrat and Roadhog stood before you. You’ve heard stories on the news of their misdeeds: murder, arson, grand theft and grand larceny...

Someone must’ve tried to make a run to the back room because before you could blink, a heavy chain whipped by you. You turn to see a panicked employee hooked back. He slams forward into counter, inches from you with a small scream, then slumped to the ground in a gasping heap, clutching at his stomach. 

Junkrat turns to face you and your staff with a toothy smile, “Ah yeah, wouldn’t try doing that if I were you, mate.” 

Roadhog shook his head and rewound his chain, huffing.  

“Alright, alright, shut up, I’ll order. You sure you don’t want nothin’?” 

Despite the mask, you could feel the glare. The older junker has his arms crossed and taps his foot impatiently. 

“Fine, but you’re missing out. This place’s got like 4.5 stars on those review sites or whatever,” Junkrat turns to you, grin on his face. 

You could feel your legs wobbling but you force a smile and cheery voice, “Welcome! What can I get you?”

“Large original milk tea, half-sweet with extra boba, darl,” he grins. 

“We use a dairy creamer in all our teas, unless non-dairy creamer is requested. What would you prefer?” 

“Whatever tastes better.”

You smile cheerily, feeling faint, “I recommend the dairy creamer, richer flavor and whatnot.”

You write the drink order out extra carefully, taking time to strike all the t’s. You place the cup on the counter and turn to your crew, pleading look in your eyes, “We have a large original milk tea, half-sweet with extra boba!” 

The tearistas look at each other and no one dare move. 

Junkrat chuckles and pats his grenade launcher, “Time is money, loves, and I hate to get apprehended before I get to drink my milk tea.” 

You looked around the shop, feeling your breathing shallow. Your team gave a small whimpering noise, and something inside you ticked. 

You turn to Junkrat and gave a small bow. You put on your best customer-is-always-right voice, “Many apologies, sir! The team is unused to performing under pressure. Your order will be out right away!” 

He cocks a quizzical brow, but lowers his weapon. 

You grab the cup, stepping over your wheezing coworker. It was like muscle memory. Grab the shaker, measure out 5 parts black tea base, 1 part dairy-creamer base, 1 part sweetener syrup. For a half sweet, adjust to 6 parts, and 1 part dairy-creamer, and 1 part sweetener syrup. Shake the tea with ice, vigorously, just like making a martini. Strain and ladle boba into the cup. Top with ice. Pour the shaken tea. Lid on and present with straw.

“Order ready! Large original, half sweet with extra boba.” 

He steps forward, tearing the straw from the wrapper with his teeth. He stabs it into the cup and takes a massive sip. Junkrat throws his head back, “Fuck that’s good!” 

You manage a weak smile. Red and blue lights streak across your vision and you hear a voice, filtered over the megaphone. 

“JUNKRAT AND ROADHOG, THIS IS THE POLICE! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!”

Roadhog groans, muttering to himself. Something about a stupid rat. 

Unfazed, the junker leans towards you, over the counter, “This has honestly got to be the best milk tea I’ve had in a while.”

“WE KNOW YOU HAVE HOSTAGES, WE WANT TO NEGOTIATE. WE ARE PREPARED TO PAY ANY AMOUNT.”

Without taking eyes off you, Junkrat cocks his head towards the door, “Ay, Roadie, mind telling the cops we’ll be off soon? We…” -his eyes roam over you- “..we got what we wanted.” 

The giant man walks out the door and you hear a deafening shatter. People begin screaming and you could swear Roadhog single-handedly just hooked and smashed a police car into the street lamp. 

You give a nervous smile and laugh, “Y-yeah! We make our own dairy creamer mix and soak the boba in a honey syrup. Makes… makes it tastier that way.” 

“The half-sweet is just right. Not many places get it right,” he keeps looking at you. His eyes bore into you and you feel naked, exposed.  

“I get that,” you keep grinning nervously, feeling your cheeks flush, “sometimes it’s too sweet to be half-sweet. Sometimes it’s like…watered down milk tea.”

 He leans in closer, and you find yourself not pulling away. You’re close enough you can see the soot and ash baked into his skin. You can see the singed edges of his hair, see the glowing edges where it’s actively burning. He smells smoky with an unctuousness of burnt rubber and much to your surprise, he’s sweet the way gasoline smells sweet. 

“Come with me.”

You blinked, “Wha?”

“Come with me,” he extends his hand to you. 

Courage surged through you, “If… If I come with you, will you promise not to hurt anyone else here?”

“Course, darl,” there’s a gentleness in his voice. He’s coaxing you. You know it. He patiently sips his drink, waiting for an answer.

You give one final brave, smile to your staff, helping up the tearista on the floor, “Uhm… uh, be good everyone. Pleasure working with you all.”

You unclip your name badge and grasp his hand. Electricity surges through you, you feel free. He helps you up and over the counter and next you know you’re walking into the scorching outside. Sweat immediately beads on your forehead.

You throw your hands in the air, “Stop! STOP! He’s letting everyone go!!” 

Roadhog pauses mid-punch. The  police officers straighten up from behind their cars. One shouts through the megaphone, “STOP OR WE’LL SHOOT! JUST DROP THE WEAPON AND LET THE HOSTAGE COME FORWARD.”

You halt right at the doorway, frozen in fear at the number of guns pointed at you… or rather in your direction.

Junkrat emerges next to you and practically snorts, “Can’t do that mate, also something tells me you won’t shoot, not with this lovely civilian next to me.” 

The officer points at him, confidence in his voice, “That’s where you’re wrong. We have trained snipers! Now… let the civilian walk forward…” 

Roadhog drops the poor sap he’s been punching and turns. Unusual, the police officers don’t usually break out the snipers this early, but then again there was that massive 25 million dollar bounty placed on their heads a few continents back.

Junkrat runs a hand through what hair he has left and chuckles, “Nah, nah Roadie, I got this.”

The cop is looking at you, motioning for you to come forward. You’re rooted in place. Not from pain, not from danger. But fear of losing your chance. He’s your chance. This is it. This is the only time in your life you’ll be able to escape. To leave. 

You turn to Junkrat. Eyewitnesses that day would swear to the media that the poor hostage had a look of utmost desperation and horror in their eyes. But Junkrat knew otherwise.

“Right,” he softly murmurs. He steps forward, closing the distance between you. 

“STOP RIGHT THERE OR ELSE WE’LL SHOOT!” 

Before you knew it, the junker loomed over you and his hand closed around your throat. Keeping a firm, but gentle grip. In his right hand, he produced a terrifying looking explosive, “How about you stop, or else we’ll blow this poor thing up to bits.”

The officer stopped for a moment, an unmistakable breaking in his voice, “The sniper is trained to hit marks within an inch. GIVE UP! We have you surrounded.” 

Roadhog shakes his head. 25 million dollar bounties could make people do crazy things but come on. These guys are supposed to be professionals. Where were these guys getting trained? Hostage 101, do not escalate the situation. But then again, Rat was being unusually calm. 

Junkrat pulls you closer, you can feel the heat emanating off his skin, “Willing to bet an innocent bystander’s life on that?”

The officer pauses for a bit.

“Tell you what, mate,” Junkrat drops the explosive at your feet (eliciting a gasp from the officers), “We’ll be going now, and this precious sweetheart is coming with us. Call it uh… shit, what is it called again, Roadie?”

Roadhog grunts.

“Ah! Right! Insurance… call it insurance!” He produces a remote trigger from his pocket and wiggles it at the policeman, red button gleaming tauntingly. “Let me and Roadie go, give us, ehhh let’s say and 3 hour head start and no harm will come to hostage.” 

The officer grits his teeth, his hand shoots for the radio at his hip. 

In a moment of inspiration you start crying. Years of customer service taught you how to fake a smile and a chipper attitude. It’ll help you now. You struggle against the junker’s grip, pleading, “I don’t want to die!! Just give him what he wants!! For the love of god! Listen to him!!!” 

Junkrat grinned, trying to stifle a giggle, “Ya’ heard ‘em. Now, move before I paint the road red with both our guts.” 

You keep at it, laying the desperation on thick, “Please!!! My coworker’s in the shop and he’s injured! Let them go or else he’ll die!!” 

The junker shrugs, “Ya heard ‘em mate… clock’s tickin’.”

The officer furrows his brow before finally speaking into the microphone, “Stand down. I repeat stand down.” 

“Alright, plug your ears darl’ this is gonna be loud,” Junkrat stoops down and scoops you up in one fluid motion.

You watch the officer’s face contort in a scream and then nothing but bright white. A deafening bang destroys your ears, and you’re sailing. The scream in your throat doesn’t even make it out, but you grip onto him tighter, digging your nails in. 

He rolls as he lands, protecting you in his embrace. You’re a bit smoky, but unscathed. Your ears are still ringing and the vertigo from the sudden launch is making your vision spin.

A rough hand hoists the both of you up and you feel motion again. This time you’re being propelled forward. 

“Damn shame you didn’t get to try that milk tea, Roadie,” Junkrat positions you more comfortably in the sidecar, gently moving an arm or a leg there. 

The older junker grunts, “Don’t like it.”

You whizz through the city, past your old college, your old haunts… this, this was it. There’s no going back. 

The sound of sirens wailing pulls you out of the haze. The younger junker, the infamous Junkrat, pulls out his grenade launcher and began loading a fresh clip of bombs. 

The grenades launch forward with a ga-thunk! and the cars swerve to avoid them, losing speed in the process. 

“Had enough of Junkrat and Roadhog, yet??” 

You watch him, manic, explosive glory and all. His silhouette in sharp relief with the blazing sun behind him. And this… this was what you had been needing. The adventure you’d be wanting. You are literally being whisked away and though shit was crazy… though you could never return to the familiar.. this was it. You smiled. He caught your eye and the crazed expression mellowed, protectiveness replacing the blood-thirstiness. Your eyes begin to flutter, feeling your body black out from the exhaustion, sleeping into the deep sleep you much needed. Half-sweet. This was all half-sweet.