#when you have to carry your pouty boyfriend to the car T^T

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Daddy Lessons | Lee Jeno

Summary: The stress of a new baby puts your relationship with Jeno on the line...

Genre: Husband!Jeno, pregnant!Y/n, angst to fluff, pouty Jen

Word Count: 0.7k

"Come on, Jen. It's been forty-five minutes. Surely, you've picked a colour by now!"

Jeno stood by the endless shelves of paint tins, glaring at the label on a tin. His whole body was tense, his muscled arms crossed tight over his white T shirt. 

He tugged his hand through his jet-black hair, groaning. "I can't decide, Y/n. This is the colour of our baby’s room. It's important!" 

You tutted. Your back ached, your legs were swollen, and thanks to you being nine months pregnant, you needed to pee, again.

Jeno held up two identical squares of purple. 

"Which one do you prefer?" 

You scoffed. "They're exactly the same."

"No they're not!" Jeno shouted, startling an old lady who was browsing nearby. "This one’s burnt lavender and the other‘s dusty freesia. Completely different! Stop being so… so careless!" 

You sucked in a breath. "Careless?” Your whole body was shaking. “Careless? You know what, you’re right. I couldn’t care less about these stupid paint colours. I’m going home. Pick one - and I’ll see you at dinner.”  

Jeno didn’t give you a second glance as you walked off. 

You tried your hardest, but you couldn't help but cry in the car home. Your boyfriend had called you careless. Did he really think that? Did he truly believe you didn’t care about your baby? Even when you spent hours baby-proofing every inch of the house, or knitting their first pair of socks so they would have something special…

It was dark when Jeno finally came home.  

You had dozed off on the dinner table. The door shutting jolted you awake.

Jeno eyed the half-finished bowl of pasta in front of you.  

"Couldn't wait for me to eat?" He frowned. 

You sighed. "It's 10PM Jen, what did you expect?"

Jeno sighed. He slumped down into the chair next to you and buried his head in his hands. 

You watched silently as his back rose and fell, his breaths coming out in pants. 

You reached over and touched his back. But when you did, his body froze. 

You pulled your hand away, realising it was too soon to touch him. 

But then, Jeno, without looking up, pulled your hand back onto his back. 

"Don't stop," he whined. 

You continued to stroke his muscled back until eventually his breaths calmed. 

After a while, Jeno sat up and locked eyes with yours. He brought your hand to his lips. His face was dead serious, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye.  

"Now, don’t quote me on this… but I think there might be a tiny, teensy, itsy-bitsy possibility that… I’m stressed about the baby.” 

You burst out laughing. "You think?" 

Jeno's lips curled into a smile. "I got carried away earlier, I’m sorry. I just wanted our baby’s life to be absolutely perfect. It felt like, if we start messing things up this early on, they’ll never make it through. It doesn't matter what colour the walls are... As long as the baby's healthy, I'm happy."

“That’s what I’ve been saying all this time!” 

Jeno caressed your bump, his gentle touch sending shivers of delight coursing through your body. 

You pulled Jeno close, holding him in as close a hug as you could manage. 

"You don't really think I'm... careless, do you?" you murmured against his shoulder, too scared to meet his eyes.”

Jeno pulled away, his fierce gaze locking on yours. "Not one bit. Listen to me, Y/n. You are the most careful person I know. I mean, sometimes too careful. I get that you had to baby-proof, but I haven’t been able to open a drawer in three months!” 

You nodded, biting your lip. “Shut up.” 

Jeno put his hand on your chin and pulled your lips onto his. He kissed you hard, mouth open, as if saying through his lips, I love you. 

When you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his.

“What colour did you go for in the end?” you whispered. 

Jeno chuckled, his eyes scrunching into adorable half-moons. 

��I didn’t pick one,” he said. “The store manager kicked me out before I could decide, and… she banned me from the store. My bad! You’re gonna have to go back tomorrow.” 

You whacked his biceps. “Jeno!” 

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Slummin' It - Part 2 (Barry - OBX)

Author's Notes: I wanted to write a "prequel" of sorts to the first Slummin' It. I liked the dynamic of the first one so much, and I thought it gave it some back story - and I named Barry's girl for this story (I'm not entirely sold on her name, I have another one in the back on my head - let me know what you think)

Warnings: Violence, Guns, Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos (SMUT - NO SERIOUSLY. IT'S FILTH * Mutual masturbation, choking, oral sex - female receiving, spanking, bit of dom/sub, daddy kink, breeding kink??? I'm sorry )

Requested? NOPE. Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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He kept his seat low as he pulled her Oldsmobile up to the edge of the property, turning off the lights so they wouldn't be seen.

"Alright. Hand me the piece in the glove box, and stay here. I'll be back in 10 minutes." Barry mumbled as he turned off the engine of the car, and twisted his body towards her.

"Baby, can't I come with you?" She asked as she unbuckled her seat belt, reached for the glove box and handed him the Glock.

"Fuck no, woman. Crazy enough I let you come along for this. Stay here and wait." Barry replied as he loaded the gun, and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Fine. Be safe." She sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking him up and down.

"Count on it." Barry grinned as he leaned over the console to give her a kiss, unsatisfactory to them both, then exited the car.

She sighed as she ran her hands through her hair and rested back in the seat, checking the time, ready to count the minutes until he would be back.

It had been 12 full minutes since Barry had left, and she was restless. She got out of the Oldsmobile and wandered towards the house party. She made her way through the crowd of people in the front of the house and made her way to the back of the house where a fight had broken out.

"You owe me money, Kook. So, pay the fuck up." Barry yelled as he held one of the boys on the ground in a choke hold.

"Control your psycho boyfriend, druggie skank." A girl She didn't recognize sneered, coming up to her and giving her shoulder a shove.

"I'm not the one with a coke tab. So, maybe your boyfriend should pay mine." As She wound up to strike the girl, she turned her face when she heard her name.

"Tatum!" Barry growled as he gave a swift kick to the Kook in the stomach, then dropped him.

"Fuck!" She cried out when a fist collided with the side of her face. Before she was able to react, she felt Barry's arms around her waist pulling her away from the crowd and back to the car.

"You being an idiot. I told you stay here. Now look, got yourself hit in the fucking face." Barry growled under his breath as he carried her over his shoulder, then sat her on the hood of the car.

"I was worried about you." She sniffled as she pressed her fingertips to her sore face.

"You ain't gotta worry about me, woman. I'm good. Took that Kook's money before I saved that bitch from feeling your wrath." Barry mumbled as he inspected her pretty face, pursing his lips at the mark already forming on her cheek.

"Is it bad?" She asked as she reached for his sides to pull him between her legs.

"You gonna have a mark for sure." Barry replied with a shake of his head as he thumbed her tender skin.

"Am I still cute?" She whispered as she reached under the hem of his shirt to feel his skin, not even flinching when she felt the gun in his waistband.

"Cutest bitch in the OBX. Never had a girl take a hit for me before." Barry smiled as he laid his hands on her thighs.

"I'd do it again, too." She muttered as she pulled her fingers down his stomach.

"You won't have to. Get in the car, T." Barry mumbled as he pulled her hands out from under his shirt.

Barry drove them home in relative silence, his hand on her thigh and the other on the steering wheel. He pulled into the drive of house and killed the ignition.

"C'mon. I'll clean you up and take you to bed." Barry grunted as he opened his door and made his towards the front of the house.

He gently took her wrist and led her towards the small bathroom, propping her against the little sink before he rustled through his cabinets for something to wipe her face with.

"That hurts." She winced as he pressed a cool cloth to the broken skin of her cheek, no doubt a bruise forming.

"Sorry." He grumbled as he pulled the cloth off her face, then inspected the wound.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Barry." She whispered as she reached for his belt buckle to pull him closer.

"Yeah. Should be alright for you now. Can get you iced if you need it." Barry nodded, his hand on the side of her neck.

"I'll be okay. But I'll let you dote on me a little longer, if you want." She smiled as she pressed her forehead to his.

"Get to bed and take your clothes off." Barry replied with a kiss to her lips, then pulled his hands off of her.

She smiled and quickly walked out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, tugging her shirt off on the way. Barry ran his fingers over his mustache, a smile on his face as he watched her backside sway for him.

Barry followed her to his bedroom, pulling his own t-shirt over his head. He walked in to see his girl on her back, naked except for her panties, her legs spread for him.

"That's the shit I wanna see." Barry growled deep in his chest as he palmed himself over his pants, his eyes zeroed in on the little wet spot on her panties.

"Come here, baby." She whispered as she reached for him.

Barry walked around the edge of the bed slowly then leaned against the wall opposite her. He ran his fingers under his chin and looked her over.

"Touch yourself first." He ordered firmly, even though he absolutely ached to touch her, and pull those wet panties off with his teeth.

"Barry." She whined as she sat up and looked at him with an exaggerated out.

"Do it. You didn't listen to me when I told you to stay in the car. Can make it up to me by putting on a little show." Barr grumbled looking her over, all alone in the bed.

She raised her eyebrows at him, then knelt up on the bed, pulling her panties to the side. She smiled as his breath visibly hitched in his chest as she reached down and ran her middle finger through her soaked folds.

"Like this, baby?" She whispered as she circled her clit, her eyes fixed on his face as she pleasured herself for him.

"Yeah. Bend over and show me?" Barry growled, his hand inside his pants giving himself a few strokes as he watched her.

She squealed as she pulled her panties down her knees then turned around, bending over to show him her backside. She reached between her legs and began to touch herself again.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy." Barry growled as he surged forward to kneel on the bed, his tongue pressed to her soaked folds.

"Barry!" She cried out, one hand gripped at the messy sheets as the other reached back to grab his hair as he tongued at her entrance.

Barry mumbled something incoherently against her soaked core as the tops of his index and middle finger pressed inside her slowly.

"Baby, please." She moaned out as she pushed back into his face.

"You want it?" Barry breathed as he slipped both fingers inside her and curled them to tap her sweet spot immediately. He slapped her ass when she rolled her hips back for more, even though he was desperate to give it to her.

"Yes, please. I'll be so good. Please, baby." She begged as she gripped at the sheets with both hands, her hips desperately trying to ride his fingers.

"Gonna listen to me when I tell you to do something?" Barry asked as he pressed a kiss to the small of her back, his thumb reaching for her clit as his fingers nudged at her g-spot.

"Yes! Yes! Whatever you say!"

"And what's my fucking name?" Barry growled as his fingers relentlessly pounded at her sweet spot.

"Daddy! You're Daddy!" She practically drooled as she tugged at his sheets, coming around his fingers.

"Fuuuuck. Turn over woman." Barry growled as he slowly slid his fingers out from inside of her, sucking them into his mouth as she flipped onto her back.

"Please." She begged as she pulled her panties off her ankle, tossed them to the floor and reached for the soldier. She pulled down the waistband of his pants, letting his aching erection spring free.

"You desperate for it tonight, huh? Barry groaned as he felt her hand wrap around him.

She bit at her bottom lip and nodded as she spread her thighs for him. Barry grunted as he dropped to his forearms above her, reaching between them to line his tip up with her entrance.

"Barry!" She gasped as he thrust inside of her, settling inside of her completely. He didn't give her any grief about not using his nickname, he knew he always took her by surprise.

"Tight. So fucking tight." Barry growled as he pulsed his hips just a little. They had sex that morning, but her walls around him felt like the first time, almost every time.

"More." She cooed her arms around his neck and her eyes hazy as she looked at him through her lashes.

"Yeah? You want it rough?" Barry breathed as he pressed his fingers around her throat.

"Make it hurt." She whispered, sinfully sweet to him, and Barry thought he might just come from that.

"Shit." He grunted with a bite of his lip and a powerful thrust forward, before he grabbed her left thigh and pulled it over his shoulder for a deeper angle.

A gasp rattled in her chest, one hand reached for his wrist around her throat while the other hand gripped the sheet. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pounded at her g-spot, her nails deep in his skin.

"Can I cum?" She whispered as she nudged his forehead with hers, her eyes half open as his fingers flexed on her throat.

"Ask again. The right way, woman." Barry growled with a quick kiss of her pouty lips.

"Can I cum please, Daddy?" She begged as she pulled her hand from the sheets and reached for his shoulder, her nails deep in his skin.

"Yeah. Lemme feel you, woman." Barry grunted as he kept his thrusts deep and steady.

He watched her intensely as she tossed her head back as she orgasmed around him, her nails scratching over the still tender skin on his shoulders. Her walls clenching and quivering around him were too much, too good, and he couldn't help but finish inside her.

"You came inside of me." She panted with a smile as she pressed her palms to his shoulders, releasing her grip on his wrist.

"Sorry." Barry grumbled as he pulled his hand from her throat, then kissed her chin.

"No. I love it. Will you do it again next time?" She asked sweetly, her nose brushing over his as her fingertips ran down his spine.

"If you good, I'll fill you up. Yeah." Barry mumbled even though it was the sexiest thing a woman had ever said, or asked of him.

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Flower Field

Summary: Harry accidentally breaks his favorite guitar, which makes it an obvious choice of a present for his upcoming birthday.

Genre(s): fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): cuteness overload

After releasing Fine Line, Harry was preparing himself to go on a world tour with the new album. He refused to leave you, his most precious treasure, behind when going on tour. He begged you to come with him, as if you could ever turn that request down.

Couple of months before the tour Harry’s favorite guitar ended up broken. It was just another night spent in the studio with you and Mitch. Harry got a bit too excited (and a little tipsy) as he danced his precious bum off, he tripped and landed right on top of his guitar neck, snapping it in two. Watching his facial expression change from a blissful one to a mournful one, you stood up from your place to walk over to him and wrap your arm around his waist. You took a look at the body of the guitar on the floor, separated from the neck, that Harry was holding at the moment. He held it with disappointment written all over his face.

“It was a really good one, you know?” Harry stated, turning it look at you.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” You pressed your body to his side and pulled him closer to you by his waist.

“It’s okay. It happens sometimes.”

Although, he tried to brush it off, you knew he was very upset. He wrote two albums on that guitar and was planning on taking it along on tour.

His birthday was just around the corner, so you knew exactly what you were going to get him as a present.

The next day you called Mitch and asked him about the guitar Harry broke and where you could get the identical one. Mitch provided you with the address of the guitar shop, that Harry mostly get his guitars from, and the name of the model.

You snuck out of the bed early in the morning, gently pushing Harry’s arm off of your body. Leaving the bed, you made sure to pull the blanket over Harry’s back, so that he’s not freezing in this mid-January situation that was going on in the northern hemisphere. You were turning to walk up to the closet to change your clothes, but you couldn’t keep yourself from turning back in your feet and bending over the bed to land a kiss on your beloved’s temple.

“Nghh, where y’goin’?” Harry surprised you by mumbling to you and tugging on your (his) T-shirt.

“Stay. Please.” How could you leave now?

Guess the guitar will have to wait for a day.

“Y/N, don’t go please. We haven’t cuddled in two days. I miss you. Come on, princess. Come here, love.” Harry whispered in your ear as you guys stood in the kitchen cooking dinner two days after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“Baby, stay with me. It’s so early and you look so fucking hot in that T-shirt of mine.” Harry pressed his crotch against your thigh on the third day after you was supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“But we had to watch so many movies, sunshine. I even made us some popcorn.” Harry grinned at you, walking towards you with a bowl, while you were sitting on the couch.

As you may have already guessed - it was the forth day after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

On the fifth day, you told Harry that you have to do a lot of work that accumulated within those five days. He grudgingly let you go, but made sure to make you promise to spoon him when you come back.

Parking your car by the guitar store, you were relieved to see that the store was open on a Sunday.

You walked into the store and up to a shop assistant, who was wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt. “Adds to the atmosphere.” You thought.

After telling him the name of the exact model you need, Eric, as his badge suggested, guided you to the guitars hanging on the wall. He pointed at one, that looked just like the one Harry cracked in two.

You walked out of the store with a guitar in a case and a happy smile on your face. A fucking poet you are.

Not wanting to leave the guitar plain crème, you also dropped by an art supplies shop to get some paints to decorate the guitar.

Next week you would sneakily decorate the guitar whenever Harry left the house to go to the store or the studio.

By the end of January the guitar was decorated with flowers. Chamomiles, roses and sunflowers graced the surface of the guitar, making it look like a portal to a flower field. Perfect.

On his birthday, Harry was woken up earlier than usual by your kisses. What greeted Harry was the undivided attention of his favorite person and a breakfast in bed made by said person.

At about seven in the evening you both were on your way to the party that Jeff put up for Harry and Glenne. On the way there Harry kept asking you about the mysterious present that you promised to gift him after the party.

“Is it something edible?” He asked, being visibly restless.

“No. Actually, who knows? I guess everything is edible. I think you could try to eat it but I doubt you’d like it much.”

Your answer just confused the poor guy even more. He turned his head back to the window and squinted his eyes. In a few moments, he turned his head back to you, sitting in the driver’s seat. You told Harry that as a birthday boy, he shouldn’t have to drive himself to his birthday party, which was a lame excuse, but you needed one to get him to let you drive, as you knew his attention would be on you the whole road to the place.

“Is it small enough for me to carry it around?” Harry tried his best to guess what exactly you were getting him. He’d been like this since the early morning when you wouldn’t tell him what you’ve gotten for him.

“It’s not small, but you can carry it around.” It was the first question, for which your answer wasn’t exactly a “no”, so Harry smiled, thinking he’s finally onto something. The party took place in a closed down restaurant that you all would go to once in a while. There weren’t many guests. Just the closest friends. “Knowing Harry, it’s probably hundreds of people.” You thought.

At 8:46 Jeff came up to you and Glenne and interrupted your heated discussion about the newly released albums that deserve more appreciation than they’re getting.

“Y/N.” Jeff whispered to you. “Harry’s going on and on about a present. He’s driving me insane.” Jeff started and leaned closer to you.

You know exactly what’s going on.

“What did you get him? I’m honestly intrigued myself.”

As if you didn’t know that Harry was the one who sent him over to you.

“Look, Jeff, I know Harry sent you over. I’m not telling you anything.” You turned to Harry, who was standing two tables away from you and was, apparently, engaged in a conversation with Ben.

You walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He excused himself, slowly turned around and tried to hide a smile, knowing that you’ve probably figured his plan out.

“Hi, baby.” You moved your mouth up to his ear, which made him lean into it automatically.

“If you want to know what I got you, you should be patient like a good boy you are, okay?” Your voice was stern and you could feel him stiffen up next to you. As you moved away from him, you put on an innocent smile and kissed him on the lips. He froze in his place and couldn’t even move his lips against yours. Separating your lips from his, you turned to back to walk over to Glenne to continue your talk.

When you came up to Glenne and Jeff, he informed you that the cake is about to be brought out for the two Aquarians to blow the candles.

When the cake was brought out, the wishes ended up forgotten, as both Harry and Glenne had their faces covered in sweet frosting. You laughed while dragging your pouty boyfriend to the restroom to clean him off. On the way to the restroom, your fingers had already been covered in the frosting from Harry’s face, as you were getting a better taste of it.

You walked into the restroom and got napkins to clean Harry’s face off.

“Is it something we can both use?” There we go again.

“No, love. Unfortunately, it’s not. I mean it could become that but not at the moment, no.” You answered him while wiping the frosting off of the tip of his nose.

“Why is it s’complicated?” He asked with frustration written all over his face.

“It’s actually quite simple, lovie. We’ll be home soon and you’ll know what it is.” You smiled at Harry and brought your hands to cup his cheeks and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re so loving.” He lets you push his head into the crook of your neck.

“Of course I am. How can I not be loving to you? You’re my everything.” You cooed into his ear while drawing circles on his back.

“No. No one has ever cared f’me as much as you have. Y’make it look so easy to love me, and I know for sure - I’m not easy to love. I’m all over the place. I’m clingy and sometimes even annoying, but y’never make me feel like it bothers you.” He whispered truthfully into your ear as he relaxed in your arms.

You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away to look into his eyes. You hugged him tighter and kissed his temple.

“Because it doesn’t. I don’t make it look easy to love you. It is easy to love you. I love when you’re being clingy. Makes me feel wanted and loved. I adore everything about you, my precious. You’re so sweet, kind and attentive, sunny. I love you more than anything, do you know that?” You could feel him ready to start a debate on how annoying he is, but before he has a chance to say anything, you pull him away from your neck and look into his eyes, still holding his hands in yours.

“It’s a guitar.” You blurt.

“What?” Harry asked you confusingly.

“The present. It’s a guitar. The same as the one that you landed on. I also painted it but I want you to see it in person first.” You explained shyly. Harry looked at you with wide eyes and seemed a bit too shocked for your liking.

“Why do you look so shocked? Am I that bad that you didn’t expect me to do anything nice for you?” You jokingly asked.

Harry’s face softened and the corners of his mouth flew up. He kept looking at you with his loving green eyes and you could see tears building up in their inner corners.

“Harry, are you crying?” You asked and tried to pull him closer to yourself but he brushed your arms away. Instead, he grabbed your cheeks in his hands and smashed his lips into yours.

As his lips separated from yours, he kept holding your face in his hands and looked straight into your eyes.

“I spent my whole life thinking that I will never be able to find real love. I kept blaming myself for the fact that every relationship I’ve been in before you would fall apart because of me. When you walked into my life, I was so scared to mess everything up again, but you made it seem as if I wasn’t the one at fault. You made me feel normal for once. You make all the pain subside. M’heart and soul belong to you. Only you.“

As Harry finished his speech, Mitch bursted into the restroom.

“Guys, stop making out, we’ve been waiting for you to cut the cake. Glenne said she wanted Harry to help her make the first cut for a picture.”

Mitch walked further into the room and stood behind Harry pushing him towards the door.

“Y/N, come on. He won’t go unless you come with him. He’s like a lost puppy without you.” Mitch teased Harry, causing him to frown.

“He’s my lost puppy.” You joked and walked behind the guys.

You couldn’t see Harry’s face properly, but you were most certain that a grin on his face was impossible to miss.

Here you were now, watching Harry and the band during a sound check while biting on the takeaway food that Harry ordered for the whole team.

“Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend calling for you from the stage.

When you looked up from your feast, you took some time to chew on your food and answer.

“Harry!” You mocked your curlyhead, watching him smile at you.

“Look what Mitch just taught me.” Harry announced and positioned his hands over the strings and the fingerboard of his flower-field guitar.

As you walked closer to your excited boyfriend, you could hear him starting to play Mitch’s solo from ‘She’. The more he played, the wider your smile grew.

The crew carried on setting everything up for the concert, while Harry kept showing off his newly-learnt guitaring.

Harry kept telling you that the guitar made him play even better and was probably certain that it is exactly the case.

Knowing that it can’t be possible, as the guitars were identical, you put the blame on the fact, that he was strongly besotted with you.

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[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and  the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not 

que dios los bendiga <3

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Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn’t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt. 

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body. 

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror. 

kook pls pick me up 

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody. 

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?” 

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away. 

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip. 

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again. 

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips. 

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot. 

-

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door. 

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours. 

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity. 

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you. 

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone. 

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh. 

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face. 

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door. 

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well. 

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again. 

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond, 

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts. 

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down. 

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you. 

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows. 

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained. 

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong. 

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan. 

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways. 

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night. 

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks. 

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic. 

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: Erik always rubbing the readers belly, because she loves it more than she does.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Plus Size/Curvy Reader, Breeding Kink.

This is a short Imagine. Enjoy!

Y/N hated her belly. She felt like she couldn’t be sexy in anything skin tight and that included lingerie. Since she was so self conscious about it, Y/N always wore her tops oversized or she would wear flannels and cardigans. Still to this day, Y/N couldn’t understand why her boyfriend, Erik, loved her belly so damn much. When he first approached her at a bar and grill while she was out with friends, she thought he was pulling a prank on her. No man that fine would dare to ask her out with her size.

Her friends and family stayed on her ass whenever she talked like that. One asshole from her past made her believe that she was unlovable and disgusting. There were times where she felt beautiful though. Those times included when she got her hair and makeup done or when she wore a particular outfit that hugged her curves in a way that made her feel sexy for once. This Erik guy… her new man, expressed how much he would love to make her his girl through texts, over the phone, and in person. Always overly touchy, always freaky and vocal about how much he loved her big thighs and rolls.

“More for me to nibble on,” He would say.

It took her at least a month to finally consider having sex with him. When she decided to give her body to Erik she pulled out a gift bag from him in the back of her closet that contained lingerie, handcuffs, a vibrator that he could control when he was away, and a dildo that is the exact mold of his big dick. She dressed in the red teddy that was completely see-through, showing off her big areolas, dimpled fat ass, juicy thighs, and beautiful broad belly.

The minute Erik saw her dressed up in the lingerie he spent his money on, her nipples out and hard, pussy sitting fat, ass wide and ready to be spanked, he gave her one warning, and that warning was clear for the remainder of the night.

“Oh… you’re about to get it, girl.”

He picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, carried her to the bedroom, slammed her down on the bed and with little patience took control of her body in ways she only dreamed of. Moaning, crying, groaning, body exposed, ass in the air, pussy in his mouth, dick in her mouth, voluptuous body glistening from the intense sex, Y/N didn’t complain anymore. Her man’s actions proved to her that she was indeed a sexy woman who’s body deserved to be loved on and fucked. Erik didn’t care about her size. He didn’t care about what society’s “beauty standards” are. When he looked at her, when he touched her, she excited him in ways that words couldn’t begin to express.

Besides his well-hung dick, Y/N also had to get used to their cuddle sessions. Erik has a habit of rubbing Y/N’s belly and squeezing it. When he first did it she was appalled and she pushed his hand away, covering her belly. Now, after getting all that fat dick up in her wet pussy she let Erik do whatever he wanted to her. If he wanted to get between her legs and nibble on her belly, she would let him. That’s what her man is currently doing now. He came over on a rainy Friday night with a fruit salad and a supreme pizza. She said she was craving it so he picked it up on his way. Drenched from head to toe with a Pizza Hut box in his hand and a bag that contained her fruit salad, Erik enters her apartment while Y/N held the door open for him.

“It’s pretty bad out there, baby,” Y/N stood up on her tiptoes to kiss Erik against his soft, full lips, “You shouldn’t drive in this weather.”

“I’m safe, aren’t I?” Erik says while savoring the taste of her lip gloss with a lick of his lips.

“Yeah, but,” Y/N’s words were cut short again when Erik’s lips pressed into hers. They tongue kissed, tasting each other’s mouths and nibbling on each other’s lips.

Y/N broke the kiss, wiping her chin, “Erik I’m serious I don’t want you getting into an accident with that car-“

“Aye, I’m good. I wanted to see you,” Walking away, Y/N gave up worrying over his erratic driving and closed the door to her apartment. Erik was inside of her kitchen grabbing foam plates and two red disposable cups. Y/N joined him inside of her kitchen, standing next to him at her kitchen counter near the stove to watch him pile pizza slices and fruit on both of their plates.

“Yesssss, you got the fruit salad with the kiwis and mangos in it,” Y/N clapped cheerfully.

“Still got some honey?” Erik asks making her smile.

“You know me so well, yeah, it’s in the cabinet next to the fridge…yeah…no, top-shelf babe.”

Erik finds the organic honey, grabbing it from the top shelf and opening the yellow cap to drizzle some on top of her fruit.

“This set up is weird,” She says with a scrunch of her nose.

“I think it’ll be bomb.”

“We’ll see,” Y/N thanks Erik before grabbing her plate and heading towards the living room.

“I’ll be out, girl, let me fill these cups with some liquor.”

“Not too much in mine!” She knew it was Hennessy and she couldn’t drink too much of it because it always made her feel sick when she drank too much.

Erik joined Y/N a minute later, Erik seated on the floor between her legs while Y/N sat on the couch. She actually liked the combination of the supreme pizza with the fruit and honey. Erik even went back for seconds and another full cup of Hennessy. They were both watching Booty Call with Jamie Foxx, laughing and vibing like they always do. His thick fingers started running up the back of her calf and down to her feet. Squirming where she sat, Y/N tries to pay attention to the movie but Erik’s rubbing and groping fought for dominance. Giving in, Y/N raises one of her legs to Erik’s shoulder.

“I can’t watch the movie when you do that, Erik,” Y/N spoke softly.

“And I can’t pay attention to the movie when you smell like you do and feel the way you do…you keep forgetting what you do to me, girl.”

“What could I possibly be doing now that has you so worked up?” Y/N asks, mostly so she could swoon over his response.

“Because you’re deliciously thick and yummy…anything you do turns me on you know that,” Erik looks over his shoulder at Y/N, “You just wanted me to say it.”

“Yeah, I did,” She admits with no shame, “You make me feel good about myself…”

“I want you to know how sexy you are…beautiful all over…I made you open up more when I gave you this dick, now every time you walk past a mirror with those chocolate cakes, heavy breasts, sexy plumpness that I just wanna fucking bite…you’ll see a beautiful, sexy woman. See? I love that smile.”

Y/N grinned from ear to ear with her leering smile. 

“So beautiful, girl, always remember that,” Erik turned on his knees, bringing his face closer to hers before taking hold of her bottom lip with his teeth and dragging it into his mouth. Erik kisses with so much ardor. His hand is on Y/N’s chin, both of their heads moving from side to side while he attached her lips. His deep grunts into her mouth caused Y/N to claw the couch. He makes these noises because of how much she turns him on. Her panties surely has a dampened spot by now. 

“Delicious, sweet chocolate,” Erik whispers against her lips, “I wanna hold you now…let’s go we’re getting in that bed, ma.”

Y/N knows exactly what that means. She eagerly lifted from the couch, taking the lead while grabbing Erik’s hand to guide him. They walked to her bedroom, Erik switching on the light and closing the door. Y/N was wearing a onesie shorts pajama set with no access to her stomach. Erik takes off his T-shirt and grey sweatpants, completely naked like he’d rather be. He practiced naturism privately. A Naturist who is lascivious and salacious in the best way. She’d never met a man so openly sexual and full of life before. To him, sex is the most fun you can have without laughing. 

Laying naked on the bed, hands behind his head and his big black dick nice and solid against his thigh, Erik motioned with a curl of his finger for Y/N to come to him. Without further instruction, Y/N began to undress, the expression on Erik’s face so filled with desire and longing she moaned a little. He stared at her breasts while gnawing on his pouty bottom lip, then his eyes traveled down to her round belly, taking in the beautiful pattern of her stretch marks before landing on her juicy and succulent pussy. Y/N’s pussy is nice and fat and filled with all the wetness in the world. Like a rain puddle, Y/N’s tight, sweet pussy is a home for Erik’s dick and tongue anytime and all the time. 

“So inviting,” Erik says with a low tone, “Come here so I can squeeze you.”

Y/N gave Erik a shy smile before crawling in bed with him, turning her back towards him so that her ass rested against his crotch. Erik’s dick is really on hard as it poked her ass. His hand came up and around her body, pressing against her belly to rub it in slow, soothing circles while his tongue slithered up and down her exposed neck. Y/N’s broad hips thrust back against his dick with a bite of her lip while he French kisses from her neck down to her shoulder. 

“Damn…juicy looking body,” Erik whispered in her ear, “uhmmmm, is this my breakfast, lunch and dinner, ma? If so I’m ready,” Erik chuckles, causing Y/N to giggle, “a fucking meal…Daddy would love to show you what this tongue and dick can do…I just wanna eat that fat pussy and enjoy your cum all over my face…how’s that sound?”

With his hands rubbing, squeezing, and jiggling all over her stomach, thighs, ass, and titties, Y/N didn’t need convincing. She just wanted Erik to lift up one of her thick legs so he could eat her pussy from the side like he enjoyed so much. Then, she wanted him to hold her legs open wide into a side-to-side split while he fucked her and watched her breasts bounce and sway. He always liked smacking them and mushing them together. 

“You are making my fucking mouth water,” He says with his dick nestled between her abundant cheeks. 

“Erik,” She moans.

“Yeah, Daddy wants you bad, girl,” Erik pulls Y/N down flat against the bed while he positioned himself between her thighs, “play with your titties…do it.”

Y/N’s hands found her heavy breasts, twirling her nipples and pushing them together with her arms squeezing them. Her large chocolate areolas and nipples held his gaze like a pair of eyes. 

“Pudgy pussy looking good good,” Her chocolate pussy looked so lavish covered in her natural fluids made her clit, and inner folds glisten, “Goddamn it’s so plump.”

She shivered when his thumb teased her clit before his hands dragged up her body to her belly. He stared into her eyes with his dilated pupils while he squeezed her belly lovingly. Y/N licked her lips when Erik leaned forward to flick his tongue in her belly button. Grabbing her titties, Y/N watched Erik bite her belly softly and drag his tongue over her stretch marks. She whimpers while moving her big titties around in a circle, mimicking how Erik would do it. His sexy, athletic body with all its hardness against her soft flesh felt amazing, especially with all the sweat from her. At this point he was putting passion marks all over her belly. 

“Erik…fuck, you love my body so much,” Y/N moans, “You’re so good to me, Daddy.”

“You are just perfect,” Erik kisses around her belly button before looking up at her from in between her breasts with his beautiful eyes and long lashes.

“I’m so wet for you and you didn’t even fuck me yet…you get me so wet.”

“And you make my dick hard,” Erik lifts to his knees, grabbing one of Y/N’s hands to rest on his dick, “That’s because I want you right fucking now, girl.”

“Fuck me then, Daddy, please,” Y/N stroked his dick while rubbing her thumb across the tip of his dick, “Fuck me and tell me how much you love my pussy and my body…I can’t wait just put your dick deep in me.”

“Goddamn, ma,” Erik grabs his dick from her hand, rubbing her clit with it before sliding his dick into her snug and creamy pussy Y/N stared at his dick with a burning desire. While she fingered her clit, Y/N spreads her thighs even more. She craved his dick. All she wanted and needed was to be fucked. Erik held her thighs back while his big dick spread her tight pussy open. She hissed from his thickness at first but minutes later her warm, wet pussy opened up for him and covered him in her cream. Pussy making sloshing noises while Erik grunted and growled, Y/N twirled her nipples for him.

“You’re so juicy, baby…fuck…Daddy just wants to nibble and suck all over your body…mmm…”

“Yes, Daddy. Ooh-“

“Pussy so wet…keep it so wet for Daddy like a good slut-“

“Fuckkkk, fuck me, fuccccck-“

“I don’t feel sorry for stretching this little pussy I’m getting all this dick up in you…Pretty ass face and phat juicy, pretty, pussy lips-“

“Shit it’s so damn thick-“

“I’ma suck your beautiful pussy when you cum…cum on this fucking dick so I can suck that pussy up-“

“Yess, yes, yes, yes,” Y/N’s fingers shook while she rubbed at her clit. Erik’s thrusts increased with the speed of her fingers to make her cum hard and fast. She stared at him with pining desire before her eyes dragged down to his big fat dick drilling her with a slam of his hips. 

“Where’s that fucking cum at? Huh? Give it to me,” He fucked her so hard her belly jiggled with her titties.

“FU-“

“Don’t worry, you ain’t even gotta talk I know what to do with your thick ass,” Erik brought Y/N’s legs back so her toes touched the headboard. In a push-up position, Erik dropped down strong into her pussy with his powerful hips. Y/N clawed his waist, while he stuffed her pussy deeply. Erik wanted to paint her cervix with his cum. With a plentiful body like hers, he wanted to breed her. He’d cum in her pussy so many times already and now he will make it his job to fill her deep pussy up with as much cum as it can hold. 

“I’m cumming, you’re pussy is cumming for you, Daddy, you’re fat pussy is cumming! Ahhhh!” 

Erik withdrew his dick with speedy delight before his lips caught her sugary filling with a craving close to starvation. Erik slobbered all over Y/N’s juicy twat until the mixture of fluids coated her asshole. She could feel her pussy clench each time he sucked on her clit like he was sucking whipped cream from a strawberry. She couldn’t help herself as she climaxed again on his pointed tongue. He slurped from her honey pot until her legs squeezed his head tightly. Wet face and beard, Erik lifted up, grabbing hold of her titties and with the strength of his hips, he thrusts forward into her fat pussy. 

“Good girl, take Daddy’s dick, baby,” Erik leans over her body to suck on her nipples. He slowed down his strokes to a sinuous rhythm with a swivel of his hips. Y/N could feel every vein along his girthy shaft and how thick his tip is brushing directly over her G-spot. 

“You look so beautiful taking all this dick. Daddy’s big dick is stuffing this little pussy and I’m filling you up with all my fucking nut since you wanna look at me with those sexy ass eyes…” he couldn’t go slow anymore because it was challenging from how good her tight pussy is.

“Shit, I’m fucking cumming again!” She shouted while slapping her clit, “ohmigoddddddd,” her words came out jumbled.

“Pussy is eating this fucking dick, shit-goddamn,” Erik grunts, “Hmph, I was daydreaming about this shit all fucking day LOOK AT THIS DICK NOW.”

His gruff tone made Y/N shiver as her eyes watched his dick pump her good and full. Using her large titties as leverage, Erik’s hips smacked painfully into her thighs causing her flesh to sting. Every muscle in his body flexed and his face frowned with a hankering to cum deep in her pussy. Y/N held her thighs open wider, using all of her self control to handle his crazy strokes to her pussy until he exploded. He began to swell and pulsate inside of her and Y/N’s nails were digging into the flesh of her thighs.

“Shit, Daddy-“

“Damn! This tight, gripping pussy! you see all that shit?! all this cream on my fucking dick like this? huh?!”

One of Erik’s hands came around Y/N’s head to pull her forward in a crunch position so he could hold his dick nice and deep inside of her pussy with so much force that he was pressed firmly against her cervix. Her ankles shook and her eyes rolled up into her lids. He was cumming so much and he still stroked her pussy. She could see his cum covered dick and she could feel how sloppy it is going in and out of her. 

“Shit…I got more nut for you, baby,” He spoke between clenched teeth, “Fuckkkkkkkk, baby, fuckkkkkkk.”

“Umph!! Umph!!! Umph!!” She felt that this time, “THAT’S IT DADDY CUM INSIDE ME. PUMP IT BABY!!!!!!!” Y/N shouted to the ceiling. 

“Ahhhhhhhh, FUCK!” Erik buries his face into her neck, fighting for his breath while his hips jerked out of his control. Y/N squeezed him tightly, her hand rubbing the back of his head soothingly. 

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Y/N kissed his forehead, “You came so much,” She says with emerging gasps. She could feel him slipping out of her pussy. 

Erik pulled in a lung full of air before lifting up to stare into her eyes. He pecked her lips a few times before chuckling softly. Y/N smiled up at him while rubbing sweat from his forehead.

“You see what I mean?” He whispers shallowly from his lungs, “that’s how much I enjoy your body, baby…and it’s all mine to play with,” Erik kisses Y/N with passion and lots of tongue action.

Gasping for air, Y/N pulls back from him, “it’s all yours, Daddy…whenever you want it…just keep fucking me and loving on me the way you do…it drives me crazy.”

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[loverdrew]

My Everything

You’ve always been passive, to yourself, and a little bit naive, but what unfolds when he comes in and turns your whole world upside down?

“Mom! No more fidgeting, I have everything I need.” I loudly call to my mom from the bottom of the stairs, while she continues to disregard my statement and mumble to herself, checking off things on her list.

“Well it’s not everyday I’m sending you off to college for the first time. I’m just making sure you have more than enough while you’re there.” She says with a sign coming down the stairs.

“Trust me I’m fine, I have enough to last me until I’m graduated at this point. Besides, college is only 2 hours from here.” She nervously laughs then gestures her eyes up the stairs and yells.

“Mikey! Get down here we’re leaving!” My younger brother, 10, marches down the stairs with his gaming console in his hands, immersed in the game.

“Okay but I get shotgun.” He says without looking up. I ruffled his hair and snatched his game console, running to the car.

“You wish, you can get shotgun once I’m gone.” I tease him as he laughs then jumps into the backseat. Mikey and I have always been close, even with the 8 year age gap. He’s the first boy in my life that I really truly loved, after my dad passed away when I was just about to turn 2. I don’t have many memories or feelings of him sadly, but there is pictures that show he was loving and attentive, and my mom always told me he was. But then my mom met Kyle and had Mikey. My stepdad works at the college I’ll be attending, and since it’s 2 hours away he has an apartment that he stays at during the week so he can get to work easier, and usually spends weekends with us. He is a great man who loves our family, but I’ve been very upfront with the fact that he’s not my father. I grew up strong with just my mom, which is why I believe I’m strong-minded, and worked my ass of to get into the biology program at my school. I’m 1 out of 100 that were accepted into this specific clinical lab science program and I was more than excited. Nobody was going to stand in my way of achieving my dream.

About 2 hours later we arrived in front of the huge dorm building right on the edge of campus. Next to it was a cafe and a quick bite place, with kids already eating, saying hi, and moving in. It was hustling and it made me a little frazzled, but I just took a deep breathe and opened the door to the fresh air. Mikey had finally put down his game to help us carry all these boxes and bags into the building. I was on the first floor which was nice because we didn’t have to wait for the elevator which was super packed and had a long line waiting, and I quickly found my room: 105. I opened the door to find a girl and a boy around my age unpacking the girls belongings onto her desk, a photo of them two framed already placed on the windowsill. She smiled at all 3 of us.

“Hi. You’re Y/N! I’m Mara, also in the clinical lab science program, yeah, they decided to place all of us together since there’s only 100 of us. But it’s nice to meet you! This is my boyfriend, Logan.” I shook his hand and asked, “Also clinical science major?”

He laughed, “No. I’m not as smart as this cookie. I’m a criminal justice major.”

“Impressive.” 

“So do you guys need any help?” She asked nicely. I saw all the things she still needed to unpack so I quickly denied, seeing as I don’t live too far away so I didn’t bring too much stuff. 

“No we’re fine honestly. Probably 3 or 4 more bins of things in the car.”

“No worries. We’re going to head down to go get some food on campus so if you come back and need us, I left my number on your desk. Just text me if you need me!” I glanced over and saw the blue sticky note and nodded saying thank you.

We managed to get everything in my dorm, and soon after, I was walking my mom and brother out to the car to say our goodbyes. I probably would’ve been going home soon, but it was still strange in my heart that I wouldn’t be driving back with them. 

“Now, I gave Kyle your schedule and he said to contact him for anything like even if it’s asking where a bathroom is.” I laughed and then hugged her so tight.

“It’s going to be different without you at home, but don’t worry about me.” She said sincerely. I was always worried about my mom. She did everything she could to raise two kids practically on her own, and now one is away and I know she would be freaking out every now and then. But I made a promise that nothing would get in my way of graduating and aceing my classes. It would be my gift to my mom, showing her she did right by her first born. 

I looked to my brother and bent forward to reach his height level and looked at him. I could tell he didn’t want to cry or look sad, but he was my best friend, I could see it a mile away.

“You gonna be alright Mikey?”

“I mean, I’m going into middle school. What am I going to do without my big sister to guide me?” 

“Hey, I’m going into a new school too with more people than I ever imagined. We’re going to get through it together at the same time. I got you and you got me.” We did our secret little handshake that always made my mom laugh, and hugged tightly. Before I knew it, they were driving off, leaving me, myself and I.

The Next Day

Mara and I got into our first class together, a GE English class, at around 9 am. It was a huge lecture hall fitting maybe 150 students. We decided to sit kind of close but not front row, just enough to see and hear the professor. We’re sitting and talking, looking at all of the new people in our class just to get a vibe of the class, and in comes in someone who in my opinion looked so out of place. It was a tall man with wavy dark brown hair, pouty lips, and a black t-shirt with black ripped jeans with his backpack over one shoulder. Everyone coming in looked so enthusiastic to learn, but he looked like he didn’t even want to be there. I get it it’s kind of early in the morning for an English class, but maybe he could’ve chosen another class to take instead of this one. 

Mara leaned over and whispered, “That’s Shawn Mendes.” with a smirk. 

“Why you smirking at me?” I laughed.

“He’s a good looking dude, I don’t blame you for staring.”

“He looks so out of place that’s the thing, like he doesn’t even want to be here.”

“Probably doesn’t, his daddy probably put him in this class.” She said it so nonchalant.

“What do you mean?”

“Logan knows Shawn, they’re friends with the same group of people. He’s a sophomore, and his dad is the dean of the college. From what Logan tells me Shawn is forced to be in school to keep him out of trouble.”

“What kind of trouble could he get into?” I whisper to myself, just getting lost in his smooth skin and perfectly flowing waves of hair. 

“Partying, being defiant, fighting. It seems any chance he gets to be in trouble, he takes it.” As she’s telling me this, he turns his head and catches my gaze, staring back at me with dark eyes that I could tell were not as broken as she talked him up to be. He interested me for some reason and not just because he was gorgeous, but because it seemed he had more to tell that what most people knew. A few seconds later our teacher started the class, introducing herself and going over the syllabus.

We left class at 10 am. Mara had a gap until noon but I had another lecture at 11:00 am which was my first biology lecture. I wanted to stay on campus, maybe get breakfast and walk around the huge beautiful stone buildings. I grabbed a small coffee and began my walk to the next building I have class in, when I was stopped by a deep voice next to me. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you talking about me with your friend in class.” I pause, and slowly turn around, dreading the face that is connected with the voice (because damn even his voice is hot too). He was seated on a stone bench writing in a black notebook, not even looking up at me.

“You talking to me?”

“Who else? I do have ears and was sitting in the row next to you, your friend may have told you I was dumb but I’m aware of my surroundings.” He finally looked up at me with the most unamused facial expression.

“So that way you’re always ready for a fight right?” I cocked my head at him.

“Unlike you who is completely oblivious.” He walked up to me, his 6′1 body towering over my 5′3 body, but I didn’t back down. 

“You don’t know anything about me.” He stood still, which scared me and looked like he was thinking of the next words he was about to say. 

“You’re Y/N, you’re a freshman that lives about 2 hours away, you’re a biology major in the clinical science program which is very impressive, you drink coffee with too much cream it’s almost white, you love reading romance novels, and you only sing in the shower even though your voice is good enough to be on The Voice. Need I go on?” I was choked up and almost scared by how much he knew about my secret life. I stepped back and started to walk away but he caught up to me to say one more sentence that stung.

“Don’t think I don’t know who your stepdad is.”

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the five keys to lee jooheon

⋈ pairing: jooheon x reader ⋈ word count: 4,058 ⋈ genre: fluff ⋈ notes: i was s t r u g g l i n g with this but finally it’s time for our sugar sugar honey ♥

1.      He doesn’t believe in taking things slow

Behind Lee Jooheon’s soft smile lies a sharp mind.

From the day you had met him, you had known that he was ambitious, confident, focused. His eyes had bent into dark crescents as they had studied your face and your movements without making you feel self-conscious. He had been sitting in a folding chair across from you near the river; the smell of smoke, grilled meat, and summer in the air. He was the friend of a friend – and even then you had thought that he seemed like he had many of those. Jooheon was approachable, easy-going, and so, so fun. It hadn’t felt like you were just getting to know him.

It had felt like you had known him all your life.

And just like old friends you had been far from running out of things to talk about even long after the sun had set and the fire had been reduced to weakly flickering ember. It had felt like you could have easily sat through the night and the rest of the weekend just talking to him. You had no inhibitions about telling him everything from mundane trivia about yourself over very personal anecdotes to long-forgotten memories that seemed to be ignited by his engaging personality and all the little and not so little stories about him he offered you in return – at some point, you had been almost convinced that Lee Jooheon himself was one of those memories; a part of your life that had always kind of been there, even when you hadn’t known it was.

Maybe that was why you hadn’t thought much of it when he had asked you out to dinner the next evening; it hadn’t felt rushed, in fact, it had felt like it would have been unreasonable to put even a single day between your first meeting and your first date. Like any more time spent apart would be time wasted.

And so, you had gone out with him.

He had asked you to make your relationship official one week later.

He had kissed you for the first time three seconds after you had said yes.

It had been two months since then, and every day you were more and more amazed by how well you worked together – and how readily you both worked for your relationship. Jooheon was busy, but he was reliable, devoted, never made you feel like you were not a priority. You had learned to be flexible, patient, and a little more romantic in your text messages than before. It didn’t feel like you were making many concessions, but of course people were people, and people had opinions.

You’re moving too fast.

You barely know the guy.

You’re taking care of his cats again?

You tried not to let it get to you, but unfortunately you were only human, too. Were you moving too fast? Jooheon had free access to your apartment and as for the boys’ dorm, you were welcome to come and go as you pleased – granted, meeting Kihyun and Minhyuk had felt more like FBI vetting rather than a casual first encounter, but apparently you had met their standards. As much as you wanted to remain skeptical and dreaded the idea that you may have been too naïve about this whole thing, try as you might you had not been able to spot any red flags.

It seemed like your relationship defied the laws of dating just like it had defied the laws of time.

The keypad beeped cooperatively before the door opened and you could hear Jooheon’s heavy footsteps in the hallway. You felt almost silly for the way your heart sped up and a smile spread across your face; the way your legs automatically carried you toward him so that he could greet you with a wide grin and a lingering kiss.

“Hey baby,” he mumbled as if he was telling you a secret.

“You’re early,” you replied, standing in the dimness of the unlit hallway.

“Yeah, we’re going to finish recording tomorrow because Kihyun’s having trouble with his throat.” Jooheon set down his bag, hung up his jacket, and kicked the sneakers off his feet. “How was your day?”

“Quiet,” you said and smiled at him. You didn’t mind the quiet, you didn’t mind being alone – but you much preferred Jooheon.

“That’s nice, you deserve some relaxation.” He gently put a hand on top of your head and pressed his lips to your hairline. “Hey, I have a question for you.”

“Then I suggest you ask it.”

“Do you want to meet my mom next week?”

You looked up to stare at him. Suddenly, the walls felt very narrow. Suddenly, his hand felt very heavy.

Suddenly, two months seemed very short.

“Well, you look uncomfortable,” he said nervously, half trying to sound joking, half plainly commenting on your anxious expression. You reached in front of you to knead the hem of his sweater between your fidgety fingers, fixing your eyes on your own hands.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early for that? Wouldn’t that be a little – fast?”

“No,” he shot back so quickly your movements stopped and you raised your gaze again to meet his eyes.

“How can you be so sure?”

“One good thing about meeting tons of people all the time is that you learn to read them pretty well. You meet many people you hate on sight, people you can be civil with, people you like well enough, people you kind of vibe with.” He leaned in a little to look at you intently. “But you do not meet many people that make you forget heat and humidity, mosquitoes and every single person around you – especially not ones that are as goddamn beautiful as you are. Those people are special.” He gave you a tentative peck on the lips. “You are special.”

“Really?” you pressed, your hands now calmly resting on his hips.

“Baby, trust me on this” he grinned and moved even closer to tightly wrap his arms around you. “I will be truly surprised if we don’t end up staying together for a very, very long time.”

And so, you did. You decided to believe in Lee Jooheon’s sharp mind, in his loving words and reassuring touch, and his intuition.

But most of all, you decided to believe in your own.

2.      He is a little jealous (and not afraid to show it)

“Go on, do it.”

“No!”

“Do it, you coward!”

Minhyuk laughed and somehow managed to shoulder you in the arm without losing control of the virtual car he was driving – or rather, the virtual cart.

“Just use the shell, see if it helps,” you kept taunting him, knowing full well that he would most likely overtake you if he gave in to your pestering. But what was a gamble without a good bluff.

You were seated on the floor of the dorm’s living room, your backs resting against the sofa. At first, you had actually sat on it, but soon the heat of the competition had caused you to slide down the leather and closer to the action – that was, the TV on the wall a few feet in front of you.

You had been supposed to meet Jooheon here, but something had come up at the studio and somehow you had found yourself talking to, and shortly after, being challenged by Minhyuk. The stakes were high. The loser would have to go out in the freezing cold to buy pizza for everyone. Delivery services were strictly against the rules.

And both of you were hungry.

“Come on, Minhyuk,” you teased. “Don’t hold back. Come out of your shell.”

“God, I wish I could strangle you with the controller cable.”

“What do you think this is, 2001?”

“How do you think we charge these babies?”

“Point,” you replied and grinned devilishly. “And now, Lee Minhyuk. Farewell.”

You heard a gasp next to you as you released the blue shell Minhyuk hadn’t even noticed you got along the way – apparently, he had been too wrapped up in nerdy murder fantasies. As a result, his cart got launched into the air and you easily won the game, causing him to basically riot.

“What the-“ he yelled, jumping up and putting one foot up on the sofa, his whale tattoo staring you comically in the face. “You distracted me! I demand a rematch!”

“I won fair and square,” you shrugged, smiling up at him innocently. “I like pepperoni. Please.”

“You-“ Minhyuk started, reaching for you with both hands as if to choke you when you heard someone enter the room.

“What are you guys doing?” Jooheon was standing next to the sofa, his frown giving away the fact that he had not picked up on the harmless playfulness of the situation – or maybe that was exactly what had soured his mood. He moved around the short part of the sectional and hovered above the both of you, thinly veiled jealousy and possessiveness clouding his dark eyes.

You deliberate chose a soothing tone. “We just-“ you tried to explain, but Minhyuk cut you off.

“Your wench cheated at Mario Kart.”

Jooheon blinked, confused. By now you were used to his bouts of jealously – it wasn’t that he suspected you of possibly getting romantically involved with anyone else – especially not the other members – or that he didn’t trust you. It was more of a fundamental state of jealousy triggered whenever he was reminded of the fact that he wasn’t able to spend every waking minute with you; that you laughed with and talked to and existed in the world of other people, and that he missed so much of that. He never picked fights or threw a fit over these kinds of situations, but he had yet to learn to control his childish poutiness.

“What?”

“Your girlfriend cheated,” Minhyuk conceded and crossed his arms in front of his chest, his scandalized expression almost making you laugh. You had to give it to him – he knew how to play Jooheon like a fiddle. Nothing could have soothed your boyfriend quite like reassuring him that you were his – and that you had beaten Minhyuk’s ass at Mario Kart.

“I did no such thing!” you protested, looking up at Jooheon from your spectator spot on the floor. “I swear, baby.”

“If you wish to restore her honor, grant me my revanche – mano a mano!”

This time, Minhyuk’s dramatics did make you laugh. You climbed onto the couch to let Jooheon quite literally take your place, placing your legs on either side of him and watching him and his friend battle out who would have to get dinner.

It became obvious very soon that Jooheon was going to lose the race, but he did not care. How could he with your arms around his neck and your laughter in his ears.

Who, he thought, is the real winner here?

3.      He loves rituals

As irregular and busy as his schedule was, there were certain little rituals Jooheon insisted the two of you maintain. Maybe it brought some stability into his whirlwind lifestyle, maybe it was another effort on his part to reinforce the importance of you in his life.

Maybe he simply liked everything that was only yours and his, little things the world didn’t know about or had any part in.

Whatever it was, it had left both of you with a collection of keychains from every place you had gone separately, regardless of whether it was Brazil or Wolmido. It had left you with dozens of airport selfies, hundreds of goodnight texts, and thousands of precious memories, some of which had started to fade away a little, but that would always be there.

And most importantly, it had left you with countless hello and goodbye kisses – Jooheon’s favorite tradition. He made it a point to get in a smooch whenever you met, even if you had already seen each other earlier that day, and he refused to leave without his kiss.

Today, though, he had forgotten. Or you had – you weren’t sure. You had been running late to get to the airport for a trip to Japan and everything had been pure chaos. Your bag had only been half-packed, your passport had been god-knows-where (nightstand drawer under the physical copy of his mixtape Jooheon had made you), and you had been near tears, which in turn had sent Jooheon into caretaker mode. He had pushed you down onto a chair at the kitchen table to get you to eat the sandwich he had made you and drink a cup of coffee while he had finished shoving the clothes you had lain out for the trip into your bag, putting it into the hallway next to the shoes you were going to wear – along with the purse that had your passport on it – and calling a cab for you. Still chewing, you had thanked him and grabbed your things and hurried downstairs when the driver had called to say he was outside.

And so, you had forgotten the kiss.

You had half a mind to jump out of the car and run back upstairs, but the cab was already moving so you just sank back into the seat, feeling like crying all over again.

You had never realized how much those little rituals meant to you. You missed them already.

You missed Jooheon already.

It had been over three years with him, but you were still just as in love with him as ever. Your heart still started beating faster at the thought of him, and your legs still automatically carried you toward him, anywhere, anytime. The thought of him alone was enough to make you smile. Even now, your relationship was still transcending time.

It felt like no time had passed at all. And yet, now more than ever, it felt like you had known him all your life.

You couldn’t imagine a life without Lee Jooheon – past, present, and future.

When the car stopped at a red light, you reached for your phone to call him, but froze when the door was torn open from outside. A panting and grinning Jooheon stuck his head into the cab, wordlessly took your face between his large hands, and kissed you so deeply, the driver awkwardly started playing with the GPS.

“Have a safe trip, baby,” Jooheon mumbled after he had broken the kiss, as if he was telling you a secret. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Lee Jooheon.”

He seemed momentarily confused at the graveness of your voice and you using his full name. Then he beamed at you, quickly kissed you again, and wiggled his body out of the car to close the door. He stood at the side of the street waving until he couldn’t see the taxi anymore.

Then he turned around and set his plan in motion.

4.      He likes to show you off

Jooheon was leaning with his back against a wall, a glass of champagne in his hand, his neck sweating beneath the tight collar of his white dress shirt. In front of him, Kihyun and Minhyuk were bickering about something or other, but he was barely listening. The large venue reminded him of a ballroom from movies; the decoration was delicate and flawless, all the people were dressed to the nines, and the music was fast enough to dance to, but pleasant enough that it didn’t interfere with people’s conversations. It was the perfect setting. The perfect day.

The perfect woman.

You were talking to someone Jooheon didn’t know on the other side of the room. You were more beautiful than all the flowers in the room, more vibrant than all the colorful dresses around you.

Brighter than the sun had been that afternoon when you had said yes.

Three seconds later, Jooheon had kissed his wife for the first time.

The reception was going great. You had been apprehensive about a big wedding at first, but Jooheon had quickly made all your financial, logistic, and personal worries disappear. His reason for wanting a big party was as simple as it was childish – he wanted to make you happy, of course, to make it the best day of your life. But just as much, he wanted to show to as many people as possible, to everyone he knew and everyone you knew, that he was with the most gorgeous, wonderful person on earth.

And that, somehow, he had gotten her to marry him.

Fortunately, everything had worked out and you seemed to be enjoying your special day. Jooheon smirked. He had known two hours into meeting you that you were his forever. Of course, he hadn’t told you then.

Even Lee Jooheon didn’t move that fast.

He had told you three years, two months, and eighteen days later, on a warm day somewhere between summer and fall, over the sound of a crackling BBQ fire near a river; just you and him and a ring he had had custom-made so you would always remember. So his promise would never become a distant thing of the past, a long-forgotten memory.

Forever.

Jooheon stood up straight when he noticed you looking around, scanning, searching. He knew what you were searching. No matter how many people were around, no matter who was around, there was only ever one person you were looking for.

Him.

“I’ll be right back,” he lied to Kihyun and Minhyuk and wedged his body through the small space between the two to walk across the room. As he got closer, he took in the white dress, the artfully styled hair, and the familiar face that he felt he had known all his life.

The face he wanted to wake up next to for the rest of his life.

You smiled when you met his eyes and waited until Jooheon was standing in front of you.

“I was just going to go look for you,” you said.

“I know,” Jooheon answered and took your hand to pull you toward the dancefloor. A slow song had started playing, so he pulled you close; one hand on your back, the other holding onto your left hand. He started moving you to the melody of the song, so naturally, so calmly, so effortlessly.

“You knew?” you teased and gave him a fake scolding look. “Were you surveilling me?”

Jooheon chuckled. “No,” he whispered, as if he was telling you a secret. “It’s just that I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

You blushed a little and moved to slap him on the shoulder, but Jooheon caught your hand again and brought it to his lips, kissing each pad of every finger so slowly, so tenderly, your face started burning with embarrassment and happiness.

“Jooheon,” you hissed. “The people!”

“People?” He pulled you flush against his body, the wicked grin matching the look in his eyes. “What people?”

When he kissed you, it was as if the world around you fell away, vanished, leaving behind only you and Jooheon; and then, you only had each other.

And it was all you really needed.

5.      He loves with more than he’s got

The house was quiet and dark when you stepped through the door. It was only the afternoon, so you figured Jooheon must have gone out. You weren’t supposed to come back for another couple of hours, so maybe he had used the time to get some fresh air.

He had been cooped up in his studio for the better part of three weeks now, although he made sure to be home in time for dinner every day. Sometimes he had to head back right after, sometimes he waited until you had fallen asleep before sneaking out and returning to work. Rarely had you woken up to him next to you in bed during that time.

It had started to wear on you.

Finally, you had snapped; indelicately telling him that you were going insane in the house and that you needed some time outside, some time for yourself. Jooheon had been understanding and apologetic, and you had almost felt bad.

Almost.

It wasn’t his fault that his job was keeping him busy, and in many ways it was a good thing. But soon, a decision on his part would have to be made.

You were a little afraid of how he was going to choose.

Yawning, you walked toward the bedroom to get some more comfortable clothes; you were determined to seem like relaxation personified when Jooheon came home. The truth was, your day off – your day alone – had not quite gone as expected. The Seoul summer was sticky and miserable, your dress was clinging to your sweaty body. But that was not the problem. There was something that you hadn’t been able to anticipate and it had hit you like a blue shell on the subway somewhere between City Hall and Dongdaemun.

You sighed, opened the bedroom door – and almost wept at the sight. Jooheon was lying on his back, passed out on the bed, snoring lightly. One arm was lodged under his head, the other was safely cradling your daughter who was also fast asleep, snuggled into his side. Gingerly, you walked over to the bed and took a few seconds to appreciate the scene, the moment, and your heart soared at the love you felt for your husband.

You thought you had wanted quiet, thought you had wanted to be alone – but you much preferred Jooheon.

Much preferred your family.

You felt a pang of guilt. Jooheon was working so hard for you and his kid every day; he was stressed, exhausted, torn between the two things that meant the world to him. But he had still made the time to stay home for one day so you could get a break. You smiled and snapped a quick photo.

Behind Lee Jooheon’s soft smile lay a sharp mind.

And a little underneath that mind beat the kindest, bravest, most loving heart you had ever known.

Carefully, you lay down next to him and inched toward the side that was not occupied by a three-month-old. You reached out to put your hand on his chest to feel beating of the heart you had fallen in love with many years ago and that you would love until yours stopped forever.

“Baby?” Jooheon mumbled and turned his head to look at you; his arm automatically wrapping around you to pull you close.

“Sshh, it’s okay. Just sleep. I’ll watch her.”

“No, it’s okay, I’ve got her.” He seemed to find his bearings a little, glancing at the sleeping child before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “What time is it? Why are you home already?”

You hid your face in the fabric of his hoodie to hide your blush. “I missed you.”

“Aw, baby,” he chuckled, half teasing, half touched. “I missed you, too. I miss both of you.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, your hand still firmly covering the spot where you could feel his heartbeat. “You gotta do what you gotta do, babe.”

There was a brief silence, the only sound being the rhythmic breathing of your daughter as Jooheon idly caressed your arm.

“The album should be done in a couple of weeks,” he finally said. “I’ve already given my notice. I’m going on hiatus.”

You swallowed, letting the words hang in the air between you for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I need a break. I need my family. I hate missing all this time with you.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “All the Mario Kart we play without you, baby. You’d be furious if you knew.”

“Funny,” he pouted, childishly, a habit he still hadn’t discarded. You tilted your head upward to kiss his jawline.

“We should go somewhere when you’re done. To celebrate. Just the two of us. Only for a day or so.”

“Sounds good,” Jooheon agreed and then lowered his voice, as if he was telling you a secret. “How about BBQ?”

You laughed softly and snuggled deeper into his side, and soon you were drifting off into sleep, enveloped by the happiness of the moment, dreams of the future, and long-forgotten memories of moments of a relationship that had stood the test of time.

[lunarimagines]

WATCH ME BABYGIRL [17]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, smut (blowjob) 

A/N: This is kind of short but I really wanted to put out another part because I got so many requests for it. The next part is going to be... MUCH longer...

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“Guess what today is,” Jungkook said, wrapping his arms around your waist. You sighed and leaned back against his firm chest, not bothering to respond until you finished your text message to Taehyung.

“Friday,” you replied nonchalantly. You heard Jungkook huff, his arms tightening around your waist and his hips beginning to sway. You knew what day it was though. Not only was it Friday but it was also the day before the baseball championships and you could feel the nervous energy coming off of your boyfriend in waves. He hadn’t stopped fidgeting the entire day and you’d noticed that your brother was acting the same way… if not worse.

“No babe,” he whined, his hot breath ruffling your hair slightly. “It’s the day before the championships.”

You giggled and shimmied around to face Jungkook. His pouty lip was too cute to resist and you couldn’t stop yourself from planting a kiss onto his lips. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. The thing about Jungkook was that although he liked to act tough he never failed to turn into jelly around you. His heart raced and did somersaults in his chest.

“Oh? Hmmm, I might have had plans,” you teased him.

His eyes suddenly lost all humor as he looked at you and you felt yourself rushing to form an apology when he spoke.

“You’re my good-luck-charm. Not only do I want you to be there, I need you to be there,” he confided and his tone was serious. You felt yourself smiling at his words however. So… you were his good-luck-charm then?

“I’m kidding. I’ll be there.”

Jungkook hummed and suddenly a smirk appeared on his face. He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Why don’t you spend tonight at my house baby?” he asked you as he pressed another kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss and suddenly Jungkook was backing you against the wall of lockers behind you. Your hands ran up his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck. The only thing that pulled the two of you away from one another was the sound of fake gagging and Jimin’s hands on Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook stumbled back, his eyes shooting open in surprise.

“No, she will NOT be spending the night at your house tonight,” Jimin scoffed, eyeing Jungkook. “Nasty.”

Taehyung snorted and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You knew Taehyung was willing to sneak you by your brother so that you could spend time with Jungkook. Of course you knew what Jungkook wanted. It had been weeks since you’d done anything intimate with him and you were craving him in more ways than one.

Jungkook blushed at being caught by Jimin and pushed him back. The only thing that stopped the two boys from getting into an all out play fight in the middle of the hallway and making fools of themselves was the bell ringing to signal the ten minute passing.

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook mumbled to you before he headed off to his last class of the day. Taehyung suppressed a smile as Jimin glared after his best friend before turning to you.

“You’re not going to be sending the night with Jungkook, and that’s final. I’ll tell mom,” Jimin threatened and you felt your cheeks heat up at his threat.

“You can walk home then,” you quipped and turned to go to your final class, Taehyung following closely behind you. The thought of Jungkook being cockblocked by Jimin… you weren’t going to let your brother ruin your night.

“You’ll help me see Jungkook tonight, right?” you questioned. Taehyung scoffed.

“Of course I will. That’s what I’m for.”

----

Taehyung’s brilliant plan to help you sneak out was actually just that... brilliant. He managed to distract Jimin by asking him about the championship game the next day. You figured he was actually curious about how his boyfriend was feeling about it, but you had to give him credit. You’d never seen Jimin talk in such an animated fashion. You gave Taehyung one last thumbs up before you slipped through your front door and hurried down the driveway. You stressed that Jimin would definitely hear the car start but you managed to pull out of your driveway and make it to the end of your street with no sign of your brother.

Ten minutes later you were knocking on Jungkook’s front door. He answered in baggy grey sweatpants and a tight-fitting black shirt. You felt yourself swallow hard at how good he looked and you found yourself craving him more than ever. Before Jungkook could say anything you were crashing your lips into his. His hands came up to grasp your jaw in surprise but soon he was backing up and guiding you into his house. Your hands were in his hair, tugging at the strands lightly. Jungkook let out a small groan.

Suddenly he pulled away and picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder. You couldn’t help but let out a small yelp. He carried you to his bedroom before unceremoniously laying you on the mattress. He climbed over you, his lips placing soft kisses on your collarbones, your neck, and finally your lips. One of his hands was fiddling with the button on your jeans.

“Wait,” you whispered.

Jungkook sat up in surprise and you took that moment to push him against the wall. His legs were splayed out in front of him and you could see that he was already half hard. You stroked him through his sweatpants.

“Babygirl, you don't have to do this,” Jungkook mumbled but his eyes were clouding over with pleasure. His shoulders relaxed and you felt his thighs clench.

“I want to please you. You have an important day tomorrow,” you purred, “and I want you to be entirely relaxed.”

Jungkook groaned as you slipped his sweatpants down and the cold air hit his length. He was already fully hard and his hands were gripping the bed sheets. The veins in his arms were prominent and you felt yourself growing more wet at the sight of him. Slowly, you slid down the bed, your knees scrunched uncomfortably underneath you. You placed a soft kiss on his tip and he shuddered, his thighs clenching even more.

You slowly dipped your head down to take in as much of him as you could. Immediately one of his hands tangled in your hair. His grip was gentle yet dominant. Breathing through your nose, you dipped your head down lower and his tip hit the back of your throat. You suppressed a gag and swallowed around him. He groaned and you could feel the vibration throughout his body which only encouraged you to begin bobbing your head. His hand controlled your pace but you still kept some dominance by swallowing around his length and making him shudder.

Profanities slipped through his swollen lips. He bit down hard on his lower lip as you swallowed around him again in an attempt to keep quiet. He was in a state of euphoria.

“Shit, baby,” he whined. His voice was higher in pitch than usual and he was breathing hard. You let your tongue drag up the underside of his length as you bobbed your head. One of you hand was gripping Jungkook’s, your fingers intertwined tightly with his. His grip tightened whenever you swallowed around him or ran your tongue up his length. You tried not to gag as you went lower still on his length and your nose hit the bottom of his stomach.

“Don’t- do- don’t stop,” Jungkook said, shuddering.

You had spit spilling out of your mouth and your throat was becoming sore due to Jungkook’s tip constantly hitting the back of it. Your swollen lips wrapped around his length was one of Jungkook’s favorite sights though. He didn’t care that you were drooling. He loved the way you looked so fucked out.

Jungkook’s thighs began to shake as he came closer to his release. His hand squeezed yours tightly.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m close,” Jungkook said and his hand in your hair tugged up lightly. You simply swallowed around his length before sliding your tongue up his length and sucking on his tip. His breathing was labored. “Fuck, baby…”

His release shot into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed as much as you could before pulling away, cum dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. You wiped it quickly feeling somewhat gross. The aftertaste of Jungkook’s release was still in your mouth and you wished it wasn’t. It was salty and bitter.

“Babygirl, you didn’t have to do that,” Jungkook mumbled as he pulled up his sweats and pulled you up into his lap. His lips met your swollen ones lightly. “Let me make it up to.”

You shook your head and slumped against his chest. His heart was beating quickly and you could feel it faintly underneath your hand. Snuggling closer to him you let out a sigh.

“Just relax - and eating me out isn’t what I have in mind - because you have a big game tomorrow. Are you, nervous? I mean, you obviously are but…”

“But am I nervous that I won’t do well?” Jungkook asked, finishing your thought. You nodded and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. He nodded and pulled you more tightly against his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Yeah… I am worried, you know. Like, what if I miss a pop fly or I strike out every single time I’m up to bat. What if I ruin the chances of us winning. Like, I know it might be hard for just me to do that, but I’m still worrying about it. We’ve all worked so hard to get to the championships and I just… I just want us to do well.

“I know that I haven’t really been talking about it much, but I’m really glad that you’re still able to come to some of our games… I’m really sorry that I haven’t been able to make it to your dance performances. I didn’t want to tell you this but, um... Jesus why am I so nervous to tell you this? I got a job. I wanted to be able to give you more things - give you the things you deserve. I’m gonna be at the finals - you know, your championships - though, I promise. I already have the day off.”

You blinked rapidly at Jungkook’s confession before feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. All of the times you’d ranted to Taehyung about Jungkook missing the competitions when Jimin was able to come… no, you’d had a right to be upset. But now… you felt ridiculous. You should have known Jungkook had a good reason to miss your competitions.

“You should have told me,” you mumbled.

Jungkook sighed deeply and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, I know. I know baby.”

“I love you even though you’re ridiculous.”

Jungkook let out a snort and before long the two of you were giggling at how ridiculous he had been. The fact that he’d been too shy to tell you he’d gotten a job… God, you loved Jungkook.

“Do you still want to stay the night?” Jungkook asked once the two of you had settled down. You nodded and slid off of his lap. He stood and went to his closet, pulling out an oversize black shirt and handing it to you. The shirt was long even on him… you couldn’t imagine how it would look on you. “Here, you can change into this.”

You nodded, grabbing the shirt from him and slipping off of his bed to change in the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook questioned, his eyebrow raised.

You gestured to the shirt in your hands. “To the bathroom? To change?”

Jungkook snickered before saying, “Like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

You blushed at his comment before sliding your jeans off. Jungkook tried not to eye you but he couldn’t seem to look away. You didn’t bother to turn away as you slipped off your shirt and bra and slid the oversize top over your head. Jungkook had the nerve to blush after he’d teased you about changing in the bathroom.

“Why are you blushing? You’ve seen this before,” you teased.

Jungkook snorted but the blush remained on his ears. Instead of answering he simply hugged you tightly. You buried your head into his chest.

“Let’s go to bed. You need energy for tomorrow,” you mumbled into his chest. Jungkook hummed in agreement and backed you up to his bed. You fell backwards with Jungkook falling to the side of you. You snuggled closer to his chest and let out a deep sigh. The thing about laying with Jungkook was that your body fit his perfectly. You felt comfortable and safe when you were in his arms, something you had always thought was a cliché.

“I love you,” Jungkook slurred. Before you could answer you felt his breath puffing out slightly on the top of your head. He’d already fallen asleep.

“I love you too, Jungkook. You’re gonna do well tomorrow, I know you will.”

[cal-puddies]

Repercussions of the Ramifications: Part Neuf

Luke ran his fingers through your hair, he was still in shock that you’d lobbed it off without so much as a word to him. In fact, he’d thought you’d been extra weird since he was home again.

He held your face between his palms and gave you a quick kiss. “I... love it.” He grins.

“You’re a liar Hemmings…” you roll your eyes and turn and start walking away from him.

“I just wasn’t expecting it.” He defends. “It’s not like you told me.”

“Well I thought you loved me, not my hair.” You snark. You take a sharp left into the kitchen and grab a wine glass and pour yourself a glass of red wine.

Luke cocked his head, you didn’t usually drink red wine. “I do love you…. I’ve just been imaging you with long hair. It’s just a shock. It looks really good on you.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around you. “I missed you so much babe.”

“I missed you too Luke.” You say flatly.

You’d been at Luke’s over six months now. And for the most part things were great. You were in school and you got to spend your days with Ms. P, and you’d cut back your hours at the office for classes.

But Luke was gone a lot and dealing with the fans was a lot. You thought it’d die down after you’d been together for awhile. But it seemed to be the opposite when he was @-ing you on Twitter and Instagram while he was away.

So you were burned out and worn down. And you didn’t feel like you were getting a lot of support anymore. But you didn’t know how to tell him, it’s not like it was an easy thing to tell a person either.

Luke came around you and looked at you for a minute and then grabbed a second glass and poured himself one, and grabbed the bottle with the same hand. He grabs one of your hands and pulls you to the bedroom. He sets his glass and the bottle down and sits on the bed.

You stand across from him, one arm folded across your middle while holding the glass in the other hand. You couldn’t look less interested in anything.

“You wanna talk to me babe?” Luke asks, reaching out and gently tugging at your arm, pulling you closer.

“It’s nothing Luke. I’m just... tired. I’m glad you'rep home, Ms. P missed you…” you look at him for a little while and you know he’s not buying that your just tired. “I’ve got some reading for class.” You shrug and walk out of the room and back out to the living room. You cross Petunia in the hall as she made her way back to Luke.

Luke stayed in the room with Petunia for a while. It sounded like he was unpacking.

When he does eventually come out to check on you he is carrying the wine bottle. He set it next to your glass on the coffee table and then leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. You look up at him.

“Miss P and I are going to bed, I guess.” He mentions quietly.

“Ok, I have a couple more chapters to get through, so I’ll see ya in the morning, I guess.” You give him a half smile.

He stands and stares at you for a moment. “Love you, night.” He mumbles and turns back toward the hall.

“Night Love.” You barely raise your voice. It takes you another hour to finish your reading and you go to crawl in bed. Luke was texting away on his phone, the blue light lighting up his face as you walked in the room.

He watches you move through the space, digging through a drawer and grabbing one of his t shirts, and then disappearing into the bathroom. He shuts the light off on his phone and waits for you to come back in. He hums to himself and lays on his back, waiting.

You slip back into the room and into the closet to throw the clothes in the hamper. You walk by Petunia and bend down to pet her real quick. “Night Ms. P.” You whisper to her.

Luke pulls the covers down on your side and waits for you to get in. He immediately turns on his side, and you follow suit. “Thought you were going to bed.” You whisper.

“I was, but I thought you’d come to bed since we haven’t seen each other in a couple months.” He whispered back. “I miss you so much and it honestly feels like I’ve come home and you couldn’t care less.”

“I care bud, I care a lot. I’m just stressed with school and some other stuff going on… I’m ok.”

“You can talk to me…” he urged a little. “I miss the girl that’d jump me when I walked in the door after a weekend away.” He smirks and rests his hand on your cheek.

You roll your eyes and grin. “You’re right. I could have been more excited to see you.”

“Do i need to get Cal over here to find out what going on with you?” He jokes, his cute half smile crossing his face.  

There is a long silence while you look at him in the dark. You let out a sigh. “I’m ok Luke… I promise.” You lean over and press a kiss to his lips, which he gladly deepened and pulled you closer.

You drape your leg across his hip ande he grabs your ass. “Baby…” he sighs, “I want you so bad... But I’m so tired.” He whines burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“We have time.” You laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “besides I have class in the morning.”

He pouts up at you and then kisses you hard. “We clearly need to talk too.”

“We will.” You promise, hoping he’ll forget by the time you get home from class.

-I woke up and you were gone. I don’t like this. :(

was the first text you received at 8:30 AM and it was from your loving boyfriend.

-I told you I had class last night!

-I thought you’d skip for me! I haven’t seen you in months.

-Quizzes for this class are 25% of my grade. :(

you smirk while responding. You pull your legs up in your chair and cross them, pulling Luke’s hat further down your head. You already missed being in bed with him and you can’t believe the time you wasted being mad about something he couldn’t help. He was warm and he smelled good… and this classroom was cold and lacked the cuddles you’d missed.

“What’s that grin?” Your friend Seth asks, sitting in the seat next to you.

“Sad, pouty boyfriend at home.” You shrug,  not making eye contact.

“Huh… he’s finally home…” he shrugs, “anyway, party this weekend, you wanna come?” He asks.

“After last time? Fuck no.” You give him side eye.

“Look, I know I left you after I said I wouldn’t. I… won’t do it again… bring the boyfriend.” He suggests.

“No way in hell Seth. I obviously can’t trust you.”

“It was a mistake…” he shrugs.

“A mistake that could have cost me my relationship… which I happen to be attached to.” You quickly uncross your legs and gather your stuff and get up, “don’t follow me.” You remark, moving to a new seat.

You sit through the lecture and take the quiz and then voluntarily skip out on your other class for the day, excited to get to the weekend and spring break… and to Luke.

When you pull into the driveway at home, you recognize a second car there.

You walk in the door, drop your book bag, and then wander toward the sound of voices, “aren’t you two sick of each other yet?” You ask in a joking tone, leaning over and hugging Luke from behind and pressing your lips to his cheek.

Luke reaches around and pulls you into his lap and it causes Calum to laugh from across the room. “Well I’m not here for him. He missed you, I missed you. I just wanted to see you.” He shrugs.

“Babe I’m hungry.” Luke mentions. “Cal, you hungry? I’m gonna order something.” He holds you close while he gets up and easily sets you back in the chair he was sitting in.

“Oooh can you get the Thai we have to pick up?” You ask sweetly, looking up at him.

“Yeah, babe. That sounds good. Cal?”

“Do you have a menu?” He asks.

You look back at look him standing behind the chair, “I think there’s one in the drawer.” You mention.

Luke goes to grab it and then throws it at Cal. He leans over and kisses you, “you seem to be in a better mood today.” He whispers, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“I am,” You grin. “Are you picking up food?” You ask, a hopeful smile crossing your face.

“I can… but you have to call it in.” He quickly pecks your lips one more time and gets up. “You know what I want.” He says, walking away and toward the bedroom.

Cal makes a decision and you call it in, you sit and make small talk until Luke comes back. “How long?” He asks.

“20.” You look up at him.

“Ok. I’m headed out then. I’ll return with food.” He kisses the top of your head and then you are hearing the front door open and close as Luke leaves.

“Ok, time to be real…” Cal starts.

You roll your eyes and sigh “I thought he was kidding when he said he’d do this.”

“He just wants to know what’s going on.” He shrugs. “I can’t blame him, you’ve been weird to me too.”

“It was nothing... It was just a thing… I went to a party with some people from class…” you take a deep breath and then you sigh, looking down at your hands. Calum is across the room in a second, sitting in front of you, he grabs your hands in his. “Like they promised to not leave me alone. I date a rock star, I don’t need frat parties in my life…. but someone dropped the ball and a guy I had just met, well he tried to corner me and he almost had me when someone busted in the room. Like… fuck if that person didn’t come in, who knows what would have happened?”

The first person to speak is not who you expect, Luke’s voice is the first you hear. “Babe, why wouldn’t you tell me about that?” You immediately look at Cal, who’s looking at Luke. And your head falls back so you can look at him too.

“I… I didn’t know how… or how you’d take it.” You whisper, tears starting to roll down your cheek. “Luke… I’m so sorry.”

Luke walks around the chair, so he’s standing next to Cal. He takes your face in his hands, “You don’t owe me an apology.” He says. “What the fuck happened? God... thank god you are ok… Fuck babe... Don’t keep shit like this from me, please!” He asks. He wipes at your tears and lets your face go. “Fuck I have to go get the food… we’re talking about this when i get back... Have you seen my wallet?”

“It’s probably on the bed side table still…?” You mention. He presses his lips to the top of your head and squeezes your shoulder and then you hear him go down the hallway, and out the front door. “You could have told me he was standing there!” You exclaim to Calum.

“He was gonna have to find out and I think we both prefer it came from you…. but I’m with him, why didn’t you tell us? This is so big, how have you been keeping this from us? Are you ok, did you talk to the police, did you go to the hospital?”

“Look, I don’t want to go through this a second time, so let’s wait for Luke.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry this happened to you.” Cal says quietly, squeezing your hands and then kissing them before he gets up and goes back across the room.

“Statistically speaking, it was bound to happen sometime… it really reminded me why I don’t opt for those parties, or really go out without people I know.

You talk with Cal about class, but you can tell he’s not paying attention, so much as allowing his anger to stew. You know he’s not mad at you and you know Luke is probably in the same boat.

Luke gets back and you immediately get up to get dishes for you guys to eat off of. Once everyone is settled and has their food, Luke finds a way to pull you as close as he can get you without you being directly on him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“Ok, can you start from the beginning? Tell us what happened.” He asked, trying to pay attention to his food, but his attention was fully on you.

You turned to look at Luke, and you looked into his eyes, after several seconds of just looking you agreed.

You look down at your food and twirl your fork in your noodles. You look up at Calum briefly and back to Luke.

“I’ve made some friends in some of my classes. And I agreed to go to a party with them, on the condition that I didn’t get left alone. I don’t trust those situations, too much bad shit happens… so… they agreed and I went… and I dunno we were there for a few hours, and I’d had a couple drinks and a guy was kinda talking me up and I was telling him about you,” you pause and look at Luke, “and texting you both, probably, and I didn’t even think when he handed me a drink. And the next thing I know he’s asking me to come look at something in his room. And I just stood there and I didn’t feel good anymore and I couldn’t find my friends and he grabbed my arm and started to pull me along with him.” Luke gently grips your shoulder and nods you on. “So I didn’t feel like I had any choice, and he… he gets me alone and he starts kissing on me and pulling at my clothes and trying to unbutton my jeans and so I pushed him off. Or tried to anyway… I was pretty uncoordinated at this point. So he grips my arms and tells me to stop fighting or it’s gonna make it worse and I of course panic and fight harder, and he grabs my arms tight…” you stop and sniff, “and he gets my jeans undone and pulls them down. Makes some snide remark about my boyfriend… and it’s at this point someone busts in, I didn’t really know him, he was in one of my classes last semester and he made sure I was ok, we reported it to the police and the guy got kicked out of school… but I… Luke, I love you…  and I don’t want to ruin what we have. So I didn’t know how to tell you.” You sniffle and press your face against his shoulder.

Luke exhales and presses a kiss against the top of your head and Cal’s fist comes down on the table.

“I love you bub, I’m glad you’re ok and someone took care of you. I’m sorry you went through that.”

“It’s the reason I was so weird and why I cut my hair…”

“It looks nice, by the way.” Calum interrupted. He was fuming less. He started digging into his food.

“I wish you felt like you could tell me… I think this falls into that honesty category we’ve always talked about…” he hums, lifting your chin to press his forehead to yours.

“I know.” You kiss his nose. “It’s getting cold.” You mention, facing back to your food.

“Are you ok?” He whispered.

“I’m ok.”  You assure.

Cal sets his fork down loudly, “I’m sorry, I’m glad you’re ok, but I want to kill the guy.”

[daehwifi]

WINTERS WITH WANNA ONE .

- admin xion [collaborating with my bby cyn @longquos]

genre: fluff member(s): wanna one ! word count: n/a requested: no side notes: aHHH THIS IS SO CUTE I CANT AISUHDNIMLKW 

prompt: for the cold days with wanna one 

jisung

every time you guys meet, he buys you heat packs

or if he doesn’t have t time to stop buy a store and buy some, he’ll share his with you 

like it’ll be in between both of your hands as you guys are holding hands

when going to cafes together, he’ll place his face into his hands and smile as you drink your hot chocolate

finds it the most cutest thing ever when you place your hot drink near your face for a while to heat it up 

would play little mini games to see who pays 

like he’d purposely google “how to always win at rock paper scissors”  

if he does lose, he’ll be like “practice round,” 

if you do end up paying, he’ll like swap your credit cards or something 

but if you catch him in the act and you do end up paying, he’ll become all pouty and child-like mad

he’ll only forgive you if you hug him and apologize

avoid dangerous or possible dangerous places, especially when he’s with you 

always drives 

he’ll purposely turn up the heat in the car to make sure your warm 

from time to time, he’ll cup your cheek and run his finger back and fourth ever so softly

a pure gentlemen

make sure you enter the passenger seat first

puts on your seat belt

will do the parking trick (where he places his arm over your seat) and you just look at his jawline 

and you could smell his cologne 

which melts your heart because he puts on the cologne he knows you love the most

if your hand is resting on the space in between the seats, he’ll draw circles on it as he’s driving out of natural habit

if you fall asleep in his car, he’ll purposely park and pull out an extra jacket and throw it over you

giving you a light peck on your cheek and having the smallest smile before he drives again

will send you healthy tips (like good tea’s to drink) especially during the winter if you ever get a cold  

sungwoon 

would sing you to sleep after a date

or like if you’re falling asleep on his shoulder, he’ll sing (or hum) softly as he pats your head really gently

karaoke dates are common (yes you guys yell a lot within them) 

but so are lazy days (spending dates within his dorm or yours) 

trying to make small things together (like origami) or even bake)

if you run into taehyun, he’ll smirk at the two of you 

or be like “shut up taehyun, y/n’s mine,” 

“if you had a girlfriend, in which you don’t, you’d be even more whipped than i am right now,” 

at a chirstmas party, he’ll try to out sing jaehwan

and you’ll be there like

“oh shit”

“i won right babe?”

and you’ll tease him and pretend to think about it and he’ll just pout 

would want you to always have fun 

tucks strands of hair behind your ear and gummy smiles because you melt his heart away

tries to hold your hand when you both are walking and once you’ll notice he’ll pout and be like “babeeee” when you’re doing your makeup and sungwoon is in your room

he’ll know all your makeup products by heart

“sungwoon can you pass me the nars pallete with the p-”

and he already has it in his hand and is handing it to you

if you’re ever using olive young products, he’ll know all the products even more

“babe don’t use that one, the lip tint isn’t long lasting and you won’t like the texture of it,” 

“take this one instead”

knows you like and what you dont

like he can order for you, knowing your mood, what you’re craving 

if your breaking out, he’ll buy cosrx pimple patches for you

lol this just turned into skin care routine with sungwoon-

minhyun

not a lot of outside dates

he wants you to be as warm as possible 24/7

would cook up a meal for you as you help 

highkey when he’s rushing in the kitchen, he’ll purposely stop and give you a kiss on your cheek and it’ll be all worth it for him

he’ll buy home essentials for the winter and give them to you

purposely buys a kotatsu for both of you to use 

if anything, he’ll let you borrow his sweaters 

especially if you came with clothes and you weren’t so warm

he’d force you to wear a sweater when going home

doesn’t really mind you stealing his hoodies since he knows you’ll be warm and cozy 

finds you to be the most cutest thing in the world whenever you wear them and you have little “bear paws”

baking is a must 

when it becomes a mess, it’ll bother him 

but you wipe frosting onto his nose

“let’s focus on that later”

if you bring cookies you made yourself 

he’ll become so protective over it and hates it when his members eat them instead of him 

scolds members when they try to interfere with both of your cookie baking together

purposely lay his body on top of yours when your laying down 

and give you small pecks on the lips 

he’ll give you small pecks everywhere man- 

when napping together, he’ll sneak a arm around your waist

and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck

make sure your body is close to his because he knows you feel extremely safe in that position 

“i love you,” he mumbles softly

and you become a flustered mess 

kisses your cheek when you fall asleep

he’ll find anything about you adorable

your sneezes

your laughs

even you crying

he finds you to be such a beautiful human being 

seongwoo

he’d start snow fights with you and would want to build a snowman together

make sure you bring gloves all the time but when you don’t, he’d hold your hands throughout the whole entire date

would buy you a giant scarf and wrap it around you

whenever your back hugging him, he’d take your hands and shove them inside the pockets of his jacket, still holding your hands 

his hands are heat packs themselves

smiles a lot when you back hug him because it’s something he finds to be so adorable when you do it especially

places his forehead on yours when he has the oppertunity

loves teasing the height difference (if there is one) if you guys go see fireworks, he’ll stare at you instead 

cups your cheeks a lot

when you sit down, he’ll take off his jacket and place it onto your lap

he likes doing cheesy stuff

he’ll pay for dinner 

when you reach for your wallet he’ll be like

“brb gotta use the washroom”

and highkey pay 

always wants you to be comfortable

prioritizes you way more than himself 

gets lowkey jealous easily

you two would be walking down the street, holding hands as a attractive male comes up to you to ask you a question (like where is the nearest train station) and he’ll compliment you within the process, despite your boyfriend is right beside you

and seongwoo would squeeze your hand as he compliments you 

and deny it later on that he was jealous

he drapes his arms over your shoulders often

jaehwan 

jaehwan would be all bundled up and have his guitar case swung over his shoulder when you guys meet 

stops at a park or in front of a cafe and whips out his guitar 

sing songs he wrote for you or really soft songs he knows you enjoy as he gives you this stare that makes you melt every single time

and afterwards you’ll compliment him on it 

and he’ll become shy then cocky

tries to act cool and do the “you hands are cold so i’ll stuff them into my pocket” but then forgets that he zipped it up

and when he attempts hes like

“sHIT” 

and fumbles to unzip it

you’re dying of laughter as you end up unzipping it for him 

he’d be both cocky and grateful for you

“what would i do without you?” and 

“pffttttt, i was just testing you, this was all apart of my plan,” 

if you ever told him you were could, he’d highkey tease you

“jaehwan, i’m cold,” 

“sorry, i’m cold too,” and pulls his scarf tighter around his neck 

but afterwards, you feel something warm around your neck and it’s jaehwan’s knitted scarf 

daniel

wOO MY BIAS

holds your hand on the street 

giggles whenever you pout

you guys would meet and there’d be snow falling 

and daniel would instantly embrace you with his warmth

if you’re cold, he’ll open up (hAHHAHAHHA) his jacket and wrap you around it 

gives you kisses on your nose since your nose gets cold easily

kisses the top of your head often

smiles really widely when around you 

covers your ears just in case if their cold 

if you’re still cold, he’ll run to the pharmacy and buy you heat packs for you

hugs you wherever you go 

especially when waiting in lines at a cafe, he’ll sneak his arms around you and back hug you

also would kiss your cheek within the process

girls are highkey checking him out because who wouldn’t

but you’re the only one he sees 

daniel doesn’t really prefer it when you guys are together and are not making any contact at all 

like if you’re not hugging, you’re arm would cling onto his 

if not that, you guys would be holding hands 

he’s just clingy overall, not that you mind 

he’ll feel a bit empty if you guys aren’t doing anything

but if you’re realllllllllly not in the mood which is extremely extremely (x52) rare, he’ll understand 

daniel would also wear trench coats often

i love him in trench coats

that by itself is a thread

wOOO BOI

and him in a huge ass scarf

yes pls 

jihoon

the two of you like to go out and eat then go home cause none of you guys want to burn down the kitchen 

so at the dorms, he’ll attempt the classic, “let’s watch horror so you get scared and cling onto me!” but he ends up getting scared and clings onto you 

“jihoon, it’s not real,”

“sHHHHH YOU’RE THE ONE SCARED WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT” 

but in actuality he’s not scared

you just weren’t clinging onto him liked planned so he pretends too

and you highkey know it 

you guys would be the type of couple to spend christmas together (lol let’s pretend chirstmas didn’t just pass) 

he’ll spoil you with small gifts that cost a lot 

writes you cards because he knows you treasure cards a lot and have a box of just past cards you’ve received

i feel like he’s too weak to carry a huge ass gift so therefore he buys you small ones instead

abuses nae maeum soge jeojang to get you to do stuff for him

“babe can you get me the remot-”

“no”

“AHEMEAHEMAEH M NAE MAEUM SOGE JEOJ-”

and bam you’re giving him the remote 

jinyoung always third wheeling

and jihoon just pulls that on you and jinyoung’s like

“what the actual hell....” and just leaves you both from that, shaking his head as your dying of laughter 

making weird faces is a habit of both of yours

he’d just look at you and make a weird face as you’d do the same 

and they’d always end off with both of you giving a small kiss on the lips 

woojin 

dates to lotte world or everland 

he seems like the kind of person who enjoys those kinds of dates 

he’ll want to buy those headbands and take pictures with you to show off to the members later 

and drags you onto rides 

at the end of the day, he’ll take you to the ferris wheel 

and once the two of you are at the top when it stops woojin begins screaming and you’re like

“GODDAMMIT” 

and can’t stop laughing because the sounds he was making is so funny 

and the car starts rocking because you’re laughing too hard 

“imscaredlet’ssittogether,”

once he sits beside you, you give him a small peck on the cheek and begins to blush really hard, staring off into space

as his iconic snaggletooth smile appears and he giggles softly

and then he leans in again and plants a firm kiss on your lips 

as the ferries wheel begins to start again, the two of you scream and then start laughing

when seongwoo comes to pick you two up 

“dID yoU Two hAVE fuN? (;” 

highkey seongwoo the dad in this situation

you two begin laughing as seongwoo becomes confused 

jinyoung 

date movie x52

inclduing arcade machines 

and jinyoung would have no mercy

“can you let me win once?”

and he’s like

“lolol no,” 

no one escapes the wrath of jinyoung

when he claims all of his prizes, he’ll just walk off with them 

he’ll debate if he wants to give them to you or not

also, him choosing which prizes to get is a story itself 

“dammit, they have the gudetama sleeping but they also have the yugioh card deck that doesn’t sell anymore!” 

makes you chose a prize for him

doing any couple-like stuff will make him really flustered

like really flustered

holding hands itself will make him blush so much 

jinyoung’s probably a back hugger 

he’s fine with it and all but he really likes wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your shoulders 

he’d probably kiss your cheek too when he does it 

if the two of you took a nap together, he’d hug you so close to him and it’d be the cutest thing ever 

you can’t even sleep because your heart is beating too fast

daehwi 

when you two meet, he’ll hold your hands and jump up and down 

when he has a date with you, he’ll carry a lot of stuff in his backpack just in case (stuff like checkers and has snacks, heat packs, scarves, gloves, etc) 

he’ll enjoy squishing both of your cheeks together

fixes your bangs 

gives you really soft and gentle kisses 

and he’s really shy at first about the holding hands thing

but as time goes by, he’ll lace his fingers with yours 

if you blush, he’ll ruffle your hair 

“you’re so cute,” and then you’ll peck him on the cheek 

and he’ll turn his head because he’s too embarrassed

if daehwi was taller, he’d back hug you 

texts you “make sure to dress up warmly!” and stuff on the days he has a schedule and not with you

when he’s free, he’ll pick you up

the two of you take the train together and he leans his head against your shoulders and takes a nap

and you’re like

“asiudhnilwkmaduasonim he’s too cute” 

guanlin 

guanlin would do some really cute things that makes you completely flustered 

he’d secretly buy things you said you wanted like ages ago 

and when you unwrap it, you lowkey cry on the inside because he remembered 

he’d highkey have a whole note on his phone of shit to buy you 

whenever he see’s you cry, he’d be like

“oh shit what’d i do?”

“nO THESE ARE HAPPY TEARS” 

and he’d do his iconic gummy smile

highkey from time to time you’d laugh your ass off cause guanlin would mispronounce something in korean as you’d correct him 

hugs you before pecking your lips 

and jisung just walks into the room at the same time and is like

“awh young love,” then walks out

the rest of the day is spent cuddling with guanlin in bed 

and he’s extremely warm 

when he’s sleepy, his voice gets really deep 

he’s overall really whipped for you

becomes even more of a kid then he already is whenever you do something extremely cute

like he’ll smile really widely and do little jumps or kick his legs around 

cOUGH

GO

COUGH

FOLLOW

COUGH

CYN

@longquos (she did this collab with me <3 ily cyn also her birthday is right around the corner so pls <3) 

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A Grumpy Rock & A Sunshine Mochi Chapter 14 (Yoonmin/Namjin/Taekook)

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WARNING: ANGST (I don’t know how angsty this will be so bear with me)

“YOU DON’T CONTROL ME!” 

“I DON’T CONTROL YOU AT ALL!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU BEING SO DAMN POSSESSIVE?! WHY CAN’T I HANG OUT WITH MY FRIENDS?”

“BECAUSE YOU AND I BOTH KNOW DAMN WELL THAT THEY DON’T JUST SEE YOU AS A FRIEND!”

“SO WHAT IF THEY LIKE ME ROMANTICALLY? IT’S MY LIFE NOT YOURS! WHY DID I DATE YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?!”

The second the words left Taehyung’s mouth, he wanted to take them back when he saw the brokenhearted look on his beloved Kookie’s face. Stuttering slightly, he reached a hand out “K-Kookie, baby...’

“No, no. Just-just go, you already said what you needed to.” Jungkook choked out, his tears spilling down his cheeks. He turned his head away, not wanting to see the only other person who knew about his insecurities besides his parental unit. 

The two of them had been arguing for the past two hours in Jungkook’s car as Jungkook had gotten upset when Taehyung’s friends kept touching Taehyung in places only he should be allowed to touch and Taehyung had allowed them to continue despite knowing Jungkook’s insecurities.

He heard Taehyung sigh regretfully then the passenger door open and close. A second later, his phone vibrated with a new text from Taehyung.

Please come talk to me soon, I’ll be with Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I said. 

‘A little late for that, don’t you think?’ Jungkook retorted back sarcastically in his head. Checking his side mirrors to confirm that Taehyung had actually left, he pulled away from the curb and back to the apartment he shared with his Mama Jimin and Taehyung. 

The second he was in the safety of the apartment, the tears began pouring down faster and harder as he sobbed and cried his heart out. Wails of anguish and pain tore from his mouth as he curled into a ball on the floor, his blunt fingernails digging into his skin. He didn’t know how long he had been crying for but he knew that he was edging closer and closer into his little space and the reminder that he was home alone only made him cry harder than before. 

It was then that he heard his Mama’s gentle voice, filled with concern “Jungkook? What’s wrong?”

“M-ma-mama!” Jungkook hiccuped through his sobs, lifting his head up and reaching for his Mama. Immediately, Jimin knelt down onto the floor beside the crying Little as he drew the younger into his arms. Gently shushing the boy, he reached into his pocket and pressed the first number on his speed dial then put the phone on speaker so he could use both hands to hold Jungkook. 

“Minnie? Love, what’s up?” Yoongi’s low voice came through the phone speaker. Hearing his Papa’s voice, Jungkook called out shakily “P-Papa!”

“Kookie? What’s wrong, Kookie? Why are you crying?” Yoongi asked, worriedly. Jungkook attempted to answer but found himself hiccuping and sniffling so Jimin answered “Hyungie, can you come get us, please? I don’t want Kookie to be left alone in the apartment right now.”

“Okay, love. I’ll be there soon.” Yoongi murmured then hung up. He had already been on his way over, but now, he had to have broken at least 3 speed limits with how fast he was driving his Audi. Soon enough, he parked in front of Jungkook’s apartment building and was dashing up the stairs. 

Without even bothering to knock, he opened the door forcefully and his heart melted at the sight of his pink-haired angel trying to soothe their crying baby bunny. Walking over, he knelt down on the floor next to them and wrapped his arms around them, cooing gently “It’s okay, Kookie. Shh, Mama and Papa are here now, everything’s going to be okay.” 

“Pa-Papa, T-Taetae an’ Koo-Kookie fight....”the Little mumbled into his Papa’s chest, curling up into a ball in the elder’s lap. Jimin and Yoongi shared a worried look, they both knew how prideful the two younger ones were and if they fought, they were always bound to be yelling and crying. Softly, Jimin whispered “It’s okay, baby, why don’t you come stay with Mama and Papa for a few days? Hmm? Okay, my little BunBun?”

“Kookie want Mama and Papa ‘s cuddles.” Jungkook yawned, exhausted from his crying. He felt his Papa’s chest vibrate with a hum and snuggled in closer, clutching hard at his Papa’s shirt when he felt his Papa stand up. He sighed cutely when he felt his Mama kiss the top of his head and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep to the rocking motion of his Papa carrying him while listening to the strong heartbeat. 

When Jungkook woke up, he was confused as to where he was. Looking around him, he was startled to see that he wasn’t in his bedroom or in his Mama and Papa’s bedroom. 

Sitting up, his bottom lip quivered when he realized he was in a completely unfamiliar setting. But before he started crying, the door to the room opened slowly to reveal his Mama and Papa. Seeing his Mama and Papa, he made grabby hands for them as he whined “Mama! Papa!”

“Hi baby, how’s my BunBun?” Jimin cooed sweetly, walking forward and pressing gentle kisses to the top of Jungkook’s fluffed up hair. Jungkook burrowed his face into his Mama’s chest, content little sounds coming out muffled as he wrapped his muscular arms around his Mama’s waist. 

“I told you he favorites you.” he heard his Papa’s low rumble and felt a body slip into bed next to him. Turning around, he whined cutely “Kookie favorite Mama and Papa.”

“Okay, baby.” Yoongi chuckled at seeing his baby’s pouty face. Reaching an arm out, he pulled Jungkook to his chest to make room for Jimin to slip into the other side of the bed. Then Jungkook remembered that they were still in an unfamiliar place so tilting his head up, he asked curiously “Papa, where we?”

“Baby, do you remember coming to Mama and Papa’s new apartment?,” Yoongi asked, tapping the tip of Jungkook’s nose and making the Little giggle. Jungkook nodded and his eyes widened at his Papa’s answer “Well, baby, this is your new room.”

“Really?” Jungkook squealed excitedly, his eyes shining as he sat up to look around the room while his parental unit shared an amused look with each other. Then lying back down, Jungkook smiled his bunny smile “Thank you, Papa. Thank you, Mama.”

“You’re welcome, bunny.”Jimin replied, stroking the top of Jungkook’s head fondly. Jungkook hummed as he snuggled with his parents on either side of him, enjoying the warmth of their bodies. But of course, his parents had to find out what triggered him into going into Little space so delicately, Jimin asked “Baby bunny, can you please tell Mama and Papa why you and Taetae were fighting?”

Jungkook frowned as he answered obediently like the good boy he was for his Mama and Papa “Taetae friends touch him in places only Kookie touch. Kookie get upset because Taetae let friends touch him. Taetae say Kookie con-control him but Kookie no control Taetae and Taetae say why he date Kookie in first place.”

Anger coursed through Yoongi’s veins at hearing what had happened between his precious baby boy and Taehyung, he was ready to tear Taehyung to shreds but the Little in his arms kept him from going after him. Jimin cooed sadly “Oh, my poor bunny. I’m sorry he said those bad things to you.”

Jungkook puffed his cheeks out as he turned to look at his Mama, his hands reaching out to play with his Mama’s rose gold dolphin necklace. 

His Papa had a matching black one hanging around his neck and he himself had an adorable mini-dolphin necklace as well.

Pretty soon, he was lulled to sleep again by one of his Papa’s hands stroking his hair gently while the other rubbed his back soothingly. Once he heard the soft snores of his baby, Yoongi looked over to see that his boyfriend had fallen asleep as well. With soft eyes, Yoongi quietly slipped out of bed and tucked them in gently before leaving the room and closing the door softly. He had a phone call to make.

In the safety of his personal home office/studio that was soundproofed so he wouldn’t disturb Jimin if he needed to work on a track, he dialed an all too familiar number in these situations.

“Hello?” came the deep voice of Taehyung through the phone. Yoongi kept his tone and voice calm and collected as he replied “I know what happened, Taehyung.”

“Hyung, I-” Taehyung began but Yoongi cut him off coldly “I don’t care what you have to say. You hurt Jungkook a lot with your words. If you want what is best for the two of you, I suggest you stay away from Jungkook for a while until he’s calmed down and not in little space.”

“He-he’s in little space?” Taehyung stuttered, his guilt hitting him like a hurricane. He knew that his boyfriend was a little but he never thought that he would end up being a trigger for his boyfriend to fall into little space. There was a moment of silence before Yoongi answered “All I know is that he was an emotional mess when Jimin called me in a panic and that’s when he fell into little space.”

“Give him a few days to himself, Taehyung. When he’s ready to talk to you, he will.” Yoongi continued, but gentling his tone. He knew that Taehyung already felt guilty about what he had said to Jungkook from past experience, this wasn’t the first time after all. He heard Taehyung sigh dejectedly then mumble “Okay, Yoongi-hyung. Tell him I said I’m sorry and that I’ll be here if he wants to talk.”

“I will. Have a good night, Taehyung.” Yoongi replied then hung up. Shaking his head slightly, he wondered just how his life had turned to this.

SO HOW WAS THIS?

I ACCEPT REQUESTS AND ASKS FOR SCEANARIOS!

[parkbearum]

Dark Bloom

Description:You found out that the man from the gallery is rather an interesting one.

Genre:Fluff

Sehun X Reader

“.......You don’t have to anymore..”

His words left you in shock for a second.

“E-excuse me?” you said trying to find the right words.

“I have my eye on the piece and some connections” he said while looking down at you.

“You just have to tell me your name.” he said squeezing your hand a little and giving a small smirk.

“I-I have to go now.....” you said leaving him with many questions along with what your name was.

You slowly pulled away from his hands,walking away with a hurry.You increased your pace until you felt a card on your hand.

“If you need anything...” he said with a smile. “ I’ll also inform you about the piece.”

The only thing you remember after that moment was a blurry sight and some drinks.

It had been 2 days since you last saw him.You didn’t even know his name,not that you knew a lot of names but you wanted to know his.You had a class in the morning and after that,you were planning to come home to clean and cook something.You started to get ready for the class after taking a shower.

“I’ll also inform you about the piece”

Who was he?You had been chasing the piece for a long time and you had no intentions of giving up just yet.

Your phone started to ring all of a sudden.It was an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Hello.I’m calling from The Script Exfo Company.I was told that you were interested in pieces and our CEO wants to send you one.Can I please get your address.” a woman said.

“W-what? Why?” you said,confused.

“You’ll either give us the address or we’ll leave at your school for you” seh said

“O-okay.I’ll give you my address.” you said trying to remember the address before the lady threatened you again.

A piece?Why would someone send you a piece?

It was him.

You found a box near your door 3 days ago.You were sure it was the piece the man sent you but you didn’t want to open it.Just in case.

There was also a note saying “I hope you like it” with another invitation for another gallery opening.

Seems like he loved galleries.

You slowly approached the box.Carefully,opened the box so that you wouldn’t damage the piece.

It was a beautiful one.It said  “ Impression, soleil levant”.You remembered the piece.It was drawn by the french artist Claude Monet and has been painted with several different techniques.

What was this piece doing in a cheap apartment like yours?

There was only one person who knew the answer.

You left the school a bit early to get ready for the gallery opening.Your classmates realised that you had been busy and you had hard time meeting the deadlines but you never told them why.They didn’t need to know.

It was a bit late when you arrived to the opening.Yet,it was another fancy party with expensive champagne.People passed through big doors only to find another middle-aged man who was probably another owner of the gallery.

While everyone was listening to how these pieces were carried all the way from all around the world and how valuable they are,you felt a hand on your waist.You turned to see the man you had been looking for.

“Hey.” he said with a low voice.He was wearing glasses again.A part of his hair fell perfectly into his forehead and with a suit,he was complete.”Someone showed up”

“Yea..I-” you were cut off by the owners loud voice.

“Ladies and gentlemen,I welcome all of you to this rare gallery in the heart of seoul.” he said proudly.

People started to move forward in order to reach the entrance of the gallery.The man’s delicate hand never left your waist and he started to make gestures with his head and bowed to some people.When people looked at you from outside,you looked like a couple which was totally wrong but you had to go with the flow.He knew the people here so it would be better to stick around him.

“You were saying..” he said trying to make you speak again.

“I came here to talk to you about the piece you sent me.” yu said trying to sound quiet so no one would know.

“Look who’s here!” a voice said ahead of you.

“Hi!” the man next to you said.

”I haven’t heard anything from you since the opening ceremony last year Sehun!” the man said with a pouty face coming closer to you.His hand was stil on your waist.

“I was busy” said the man next to you.

The man coming closer to you looked at you for a second and made an expression saying “Who’s that?”

“This is my friend..”the man said not knowing your name.

“Y/N” you said slightly bowing to the man standing in front.

Sehun looked at you before returning at the man.

“We are a bit busy today.If you’ll excuse us.” he said softly smiling at the man and taking you away from the conversation by holding your waist.

“Sorry....He’s a bit of a talker” he said looking at you.

“It’s okay...I don’t mind” you said walking slowly

“So...Miss Y/N wants to talk about the piece?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Right” you said. “I want to know why you sent me the piece.” you asked

“I don’t really have many friends,and it’s even harder to find someone with the same taste and perspective” he said sighing.”So i wanted to sent you the piece because i felt like i found someone who thinks the same as me” he said looking down at you with a smile.

“O-okay..Well....Thank you..” you said not knowing what to say.

“I was actually wondering.....” he said trying to calm down a bit.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

You looked at him confusedly,there was only you and him at the corridor.

“I-I don;t know...I just-”you said trying to avoid his eyes.

“Then my car will pick you up at 7 on wednesday?”

It had been 3 weeks since you started to go out with the man called Oh sehun.Normally,you wouldn’t want to go out with someone but somehow,he made you want to know more about him.His actions,the way he acted,the way he spoke to you...everything made you want more.

The bell rang and you hurriedly welcomed the man you adored.He realised that you weren’t the smiley type and instead of making you one,he became the smiley one around you.

He was a bit rude towards people and didn’t understand them well but that was because he was raised by his father who was always busy.He looked at people with a straight face but his face softened when his gaze met your face. 

“Hey” he said carrying some heavy bags.He was wearing work clothes again.He surely worked a lot for his company.

“Hi” you said with a low voice watching him carry the bangs and put them on the sofa.

“I made some plans” he said walking closer to you and kissing your forehead.You still weren’t used to the amount of skinship he used.You never had a boyfriend like him,not that you had many but he was so sincere towards you.

“Y-yea?” you asked still trying to feel comfortable around him.

He adored your nature even tough you didn’t like it.You were hesitant most of the time.You didn’t like to touch someone randomly like he did.You were really shy about kissing but all of these things,he loved all of them.

“I found another gallery we can go to see some new pieces” he said taking off his jacket.

“When is that?” you asked.

“Tomorrow night.” he said fixing his shirt,tired from work.

He didn’t come to your place often nor you visited his place often.You went on a few dates and some gallery openings,that was all.But it was enough time to get to know someone and you wanted to know some more.

“okay” you said before preparing the lunch.

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 18: …of October sky.

Masterlist

It’s October. People probably think he’s mad but he can always feel a change in the air when it’s October. Or maybe it’s not as crazy as it sounds. October was the first thing he knew after he was born. He knows it’s different compared to all the other months.

October with it’s mild sky and intermittent sunshine, when leaves are turning shades of earth and trees are looking lonely. It doesn’t have the sharp sting of December’s Winter nor does it have the carefree warmth of June’s Summer. It’s not as optimistic as March’s Spring but he finds all that optimism overbearing after awhile anyway.

October just is. October lets him lay low and be who he wants to be. It lets him start to steal more of Jiwon’s clothes to wear underneath his jacket, like a hug he can walk around with when he goes and does errands by himself. Maybe it’s pathetic, he’s sure it is, but it’s nice having Jiwon so close to him, even if it’s just through an old t-shirt.

This is their first October together and he’s lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit irrationally anxious about it. He wants Jiwon to love October. He needs this to be good.

“How’s the book going?” Jiwon asks, fingers running through his hair as they sit on the couch watching late night Evangelion re-runs.

“It’s okay.” He sighs. “It’s a lot of research.”

“Are you ever gonna tell me anything about it? Or let me read it?”

He snuggles closer into Jiwon’s chest. “No. It’s not ready. And you haven’t won a mic night yet. You know the rules.”

Jiwon groans dramatically above him. “Seriously? But that might take months! Come on.”

He slides his hands under the soft fabric of Jiwon’s hoody and lets his fingers catch on the bumps and ridges of defined muscle. “Well, if you want to read it so badly, you should try to win the next one then. I told you, you’re better than him, it shouldn’t be hard.”

Jiwon chuckles softly. “Better than who? Mino?”

“Yeah. He’s too controlled and too handsome or something. It’s okay if you like that kind of thing.” He says with a slack shrug.

The fingers in his hair freezes for a beat. It always makes him smile, the way Jiwon reacts to some things and pretends it doesn’t affect him.

“You think he’s too handsome?” Jiwon asks casually.

“Well, he’s not ugly. Who cares what he is anyway. He’s not my type. He’s too clean or something. I’m not into that sort of thing.”

There’s a reflective hum. “Oh really? What’s your type then?”

“Dirty. Messy. Shreds everything I buy. Doesn’t let me touch his car stereo. And always forgets to turn the dryer on.”

“That’s weirdly specific, Hanbin. I don’t know anyone like that.”

His fingernails drag across Jiwon’s abdomen and he can feel the muscles flexing in response. “Hmm, I don’t either. Guess I’ll settle for you until he comes along.”

“Thanks, I feel so much better about myself now.” Jiwon says flatly. “Aren’t you going to ask me what my type is?”

“Okay, what is your type?”

“Not you.”

He bursts out laughing and turns over to hit Jiwon in the chest. “Rude!”

Jiwon lets out his dorky wheezy laugh as he dodges the punches. “Yeah I love guys who are really ugly, really dumb and bad at doing laundry. Know where I can find one of those?”

“Maybe on sale at the boyfriend store?”

Jiwon’s face turns serious then, smile softening and fingers brushing strands of hair away from his face. “Actually, if we’re being honest, I didn’t even know I had a type but I knew it was going to be you by the time we got to that cafe.”

He lays down with his chin resting on Jiwon’s chest and eyes him skeptically. “What?! Don’t lie. How could you possibly know? We met for like 15 minutes.”

“I’m not lying! I knew. I knew it’d be you.”

He stares at Jiwon’s face, trying to look for something that might be insincere or the start of a joke but Jiwon doesn’t back down and just stares right back.

“No way.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “No way you could’ve known we’d end up like this. No way.”

“Well, I didn’t know we’d end up exactly like this. But I knew it was going to be you.”

And right there, standing in the forefront of his mind, is the same insecure teenage that never even got a date in high school. He doesn’t want to ask but he knows the kid inside needs him to make sure. “Do you….still know?”

“Yeah, of course I still know….” Jiwon says defensively before trailing off.

He watches as Jiwon’s mouth opens and closes without anything coming out. It’s not because of a lack of thoughts. It’s because there’s too many.

“Don’t say it.” He cuts in, fingers sliding into one of Jiwon’s waiting hands. “Whatever you’re going to say. Just….save it for later. Okay?”

He rests back down, cheek against Jiwon’s rib cage, listening to the fast heartbeat underneath as his own thunders in his ears.

“Yeah…okay.” Jiwon replies, confused but not protesting.

Evangelion gets ignored for the rest of the night. He watches the pictures and hears the sounds but the only thing he can think about is if he’s really ready for the next phase of his life. He’s spent so long dwelling on the past that he feels totally unprepared for the future.

There was so much to think about all of the sudden. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep after that but he remembers arms carrying him to bed, tucking him into the sheets and a soft voice telling him to dream.

****

October 5th.

“HANBIN?!!!”

“WHAT?!!”

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY LUCKY BOXERS?”

He rummages through their drawers in a panic, like a storm blowing right through the streets of Hanbin’s neat town but this a DEFCON 1 situation. He can’t do a mic night without his lucky boxers.

A hand grabs his wrists. “Jiwon. Stop. You’re just messing up the drawers. Go shower. I’ll find them.”

“It’s the purple ones with the-”

“…yellow killer bees. I know.” Hanbin gives him a dimple grin as he kneels down on to pick up all the socks and clothes that littered their floor.

It’s always the smallest things that hit him right in the gut. The way Hanbin folds his t-shirts or writes him random notes or how he always seems to know exactly where everything is. Things that he almost takes for granted on his bad days but thanks God for on the good ones.

“Jiwon?”

“Huh?”

“Go shower. I’ll find them okay?”

By the time he’s done and wrestled with his hair, their bedroom is empty and the tornado of clothes has been tidied away. On their bed, he finds his lucky purple boxers folded next to a pair of jeans, his white shirt ironed and hanging from the wardrobe door handle. He could really go through the rest of his life sustained by all the small things.

Hanbin is sitting on the couch in their small living room, eating an apple and scrolling through something on his phone, hair slicked up to one side and dressed in a black jacket and black jeans that he didn’t even know Hanbin owned. Now that he’s working on his book from home, he hasn’t seen Hanbin dressed up in awhile. It still takes his breath away. Like his brain keeps wiping the memory so they have to re-live the moment like it’s the first time, every time.

“Hey.”

Hanbin looks up, apple hanging from his mouth as he types out a message using both hands. He looks ridiculous but somehow, still the most beautiful thing in any room, anywhere in the world.

“Youlooknice.” Hanbin mumbles around the apple in his mouth.

He shakes his head. The irony. “You look nicer.”

Hanbin pockets his phone, nibbles on the rest of the apple core and walks over to him. He’s seen Hanbin plenty of times. Every day for the past few months. But the way that thin frame walks towards him, all shy confidence with tight jeans and collar bones peeking out from the deep v-cut of his white t-shirt, still makes his stomach drop and his heart race out of time.

There’s a sweet and sticky kiss pressed against his lips but it’s gone before he’s had time to respond or demand more. As Hanbin walks into the kitchen to throw away the apple core, there’s a ghost of that cologne that always reminds him of the ocean for some reason. It’s ridiculous, he knows. The ocean smells like salt. The only other thing that reminds him of salt is the taste of Hanbin’s skin, especially down his neck. Maybe it’s not so crazy.

And then his mind does that thing that he sometimes loves and hates. It takes the smallest hint of a spark and roars into a fire, engulfing him with all the images he remembers from That Morning In Bed spliced together with all the dirty things that they haven’t even done yet.

He’s completely inside of his head as they ride the train to the club. Mental images of skin and hip bones and that pouty mouth he loves so much. He’s restless, frustrated and he knows it annoys Hanbin whenever he has to readjust himself. He’s grateful that his jeans are at least baggy enough to hide how hard he is. His hand searches out for something to touch, settling over Hanbin’s knee, where the rips in his jeans are large enough for his fingers to slide in and out.

It’s not until they’re stepping onto the platform and walking to the venue that Hanbin suddenly sighs loudly.

“Oh my god. What’s up with you? Are you actually high or just nervous?”

He forces himself out of his head. “What? Neither! I’m just thinking about stuff. I’m allowed think about stuff sometimes okay?!”

Hanbin stops walking and looks sternly at him. “Like what?”

He feels the warmth creeping up his neck. “Like….uh, rap stuff.”

There’s a exasperated groan and he really wishes he didn’t find that hot when Hanbin is clearly just annoyed at him for being a bad liar.

“What’s it gonna take?”

“For what?”

“For you to focus? You’re on stage in 2 hours. You can’t go like this. You look all spaced out.  So what’s it gonna take?”

He bites his bottom lip and raises an eyebrow. He doesn’t know what he looks like but all Hanbin does is glare at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes.

“You are so predictable.”

And that’s how he finds himself sitting on a wooden crate in the dark alley behind the club, jeans undone, soft hair between his fingers and Hanbin’s hot mouth between his legs.

He wants to say that getting blown right before mic night might not really help but then again, only an idiot would put a stop to something like this.

The bass thumps in the background, drowning out most of the sounds they’re making but he doesn’t need sound, not when he has sight. And really, if he died right then, he’d die happy.

It’s not long before he feels the familiar tight tension building, like waves of electricity rolling closer and closer every time Hanbin swallows him down into that wet heat.

Without warning Hanbin looks up at him with those big dark eyes that are soft and adoring one minute then dangerous and wild the next. It catches him off guard, something vaguely passing as fear makes his hair stand on end, and he knows Hanbin must see the surprise on his face because there’s a wicked smile and the light scrape of sharp teeth over the underside of his cock.

It’s enough to push him right over the edge. He leans back too fast, head colliding with the wall behind them and cums with a loud groan, fingers pulling Hanbin’s head forward by his hair to keep that mouth exactly where he needs it.

He can feel the startled surprise as Hanbin’s throat gags around him. He tries not to but he can’t help fucking into that soft pliant mouth, riding out the high and chasing the heat as Hanbin swallows everything down with a long satisfied hum.

Once he stops seeing stars, his body collapses against the wall, completely blissed out and only vaguely registering Hanbin’s fingers tidying him up. He opens his eyes just in time to see Hanbin wiping his mouth like a cat. He loves watching him do that.

It’s the same every time they do this. He feels invincible afterwards. Like a champion boxer ready for a KO in the ring. Like the luckiest guy on earth. Ready to destroy everyone in the club, if it means seeing Hanbin’s wicked smile again. If only his legs would work….

Fingers comb through his hair in some attempt to fix it. It’s gentle for a few seconds before there’s a sharp tug pulling his face forward until it’s inches away from Hanbin and his sharp teeth.

“You better fucking win tonight.” There’s a snarl in Hanbin’s voice, sharpness in his tone and all it does is send a jolt of electricity down his spine and shocks any remaining lethargy out of him.

“Okay.” He says obediently.

Anything.

I’ll do anything you want me to.

There’s a laugh then, the dimpley one that he hates for its manipulative effect. “Come on, let’s go get a drink. My jaw hurts.”

They walk back slowly to the club. His fingers unable to stop touching something, anything, attached to Hanbin’s body. He knows he’s pushing it but he doesn’t unhook his fingers from Hanbin’s jeans as he pushes them through the crowd. More surprisingly, Hanbin doesn’t complain and just holds onto the back of his jacket.

They find June and Yoyo at the bar, bickering about something as usual.

“Dude, your hair.” June motions to Hanbin’s head with a laugh. “You look like you just-”

Yoyo elbows him sharply and clears his throat. The blush that colours Hanbin’s cheeks gives them away.

“Oh….Jesus. Disgusting.” June gags in the background. “Don’t tell me you guys just fucked before you got here.”

“WHAT?! NO!” Hanbin splutters out, caught off guard by June’s bluntness. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t care if everybody knows.

Yoyo scrunches up his nose. “Was it on the train? Because that’s so …unsanitary.”

“Ahh, I really need a drink now.” He announces, ignoring the questioning stares from his friends and dragging Hanbin to the other side of the bar.

“It’s not that obvious is it?”

“What?”

“My hair. Is it obvious that-”

“-you just blew a guy in an alley way behind a club? Yeah it’s obvious.” He chuckles apologetically. “Sorry.”

Hanbin touches his swollen lips gingerly but makes no motion to fix his messy hair. He reaches across and tries to help but his hand gets pushed away.

Oh. Weird.

He’s learnt a lot of things about Hanbin at this point but right at that very minute, he gets an inkling of what might become his new favourite thing.

“Actually, I’m not sorry.” He says, leaning in with his lips barely touching Hanbin’s ear. “You look so hot like this. And you like it don’t you? You like people guessing who you’ve been with and what you just did.”

He sees something hungry and unhinged flashing across those dark eyes and he knows he right. It stirs the animal inside him, the one that’s only just gone back to sleep.

“But they can’t have you, can they baby? Because you’re mine. I want them all to know you’re mine.”

Those lips open to say something but the bartender comes over with their drinks then and he leans back, leaving Hanbin opened-mouthed, mid-thought and staring at him with the kind of intensity that is destined to get him committing crimes and walking through fire one day.

He pushes the glass of gin over. “Drink this. And stop looking at me like that. You’re gonna get me hard again.” He says with a laugh. “Then we’ll be in a whole lot of trouble.”

He watches Hanbin down the entire glass like a shot and lick his lips wet. He can feel it, the angry frustration humming around Hanbin’s body, like a lightning rod or live wire that’s just been cut. This was going to be a long night.

*****

3 drinks in and he’s still so restless. Nervous-excited energy causing him to bounce his legs up and down to the point where Jiwon’s hands clamp down on his thighs to stop him moving.

At quarter to 9, Jiwon takes off his jacket and rolls up his shirt sleeves. That doesn’t help either and things just go from bad to worse. He leans right into Jiwon’s space without really meaning to, head resting on a broad shoulder and fingers already finding the skin of Jiwon’s smooth back.

4 drinks in and Jiwon slowly loses the rest of his restraint. Calloused fingers are jammed underneath the holes of his jeans, drawing some kind of pattern across his leg. He knows what they must look like now. He can see it in the surprised and curious faces of fans and rappers who come over to their couch to meet Jiwon. If there was any doubt last time, there probably wouldn’t be by the time this night is over.

And he knows.

He knows he needs to worry about rumours spreading and his parents finding out but by the time his 4th drink arrives, those concerns just make less and less sense. If he stops, he gets less Jiwon. But if he keeps going, he gets more. And he definitely wants more.

It’s maths.

It’s logical.

So why should he stop?

He plays with Jiwon’s fingers as they bicker with June and Yoyo about cars and tattoos and how subconsciously possessive Jiwon gets whenever someone looks in his direction. He doesn’t remember a time when he felt this happy, this carefree, this drunk…..

“Honestly, cut this shit out.” June says with a grimace. “That last guy didn’t even do anything. Are you gonna get pissed off at every guy who looks at him?” 

All it does is make Jiwon’s hand tighten across his thigh. 

“Urghhh. Get a fucking room.” June groans. 

“I would. But I gotta perform soon.” Jiwon replies with a poke of his tongue. It makes him giggle like an idiot.

“Aww, it’s kinda adorable.” Yoyo says, nodding in that happy way he does when he’s had one drink too many. “You both look so dopey. Good luck with the hangover tomorrow though.” 

They look across at each other. They do look dopey. At least Jiwon does, with his big bunny grin and ugly laugh. He wonders if he looks the same. He definitely feels dopey.

At 9:30pm, the rappers get called and he frowns when Jiwon’s body stands up.

“Babe, it’s time.” Jiwon says with a smile, trying to tug his fingers free. “You gonna let me go?”

He shakes his head and his thoughts just slosh around all bathed in the warm glow of citrus alcohol.

“Fuck, you are so cute right now.” Jiwon kneels in front of him and kisses his fingers. “I promise I’ll come back.”

“After you destroy all those guys?”

“Yeah, after I destroy all those guys.”

He relunctantly lets go and watches as Jiwon leaves, disappears and re-emerges on the stage as Bobby. He watches as rappers come and fall. Even Mino gets caught out by the slower backing track coming through the speakers. But that slack bassline and the too-fast-too-slow-trap-beat is as unpredictable as Bobby. It takes a certain kind of crazy to ride that kind of rhythm.

It’s our kind of crazy.

He lets Bobby get eaten up by the crowd that loves him, calls his name, touches his face and shakes his hands. They can have Bobby. Just leave him Jiwon.

They make out all the way home on the train. It’s past 1am. There’s 16 drinks between them, a winners check in Jiwon’s back pocket and hands on skin everywhere. He doesn’t care who sees it. If this is how October is going to play out, he wants it to be October forever.

[onewfantaesy]

so in age gap au, there are a few instances where jonghyun has been the one to pick taemin up from school

and the first time it happens, taemin is 4 and still in preschool, and jonghyun walks into the little school and just

“i’m here to pick up taemin,” he says to the lady at the front desk.

“and who are you?” she asks. she’s worked here for ten years and she gets to know every single child and their family by the end of their first week with the preschool, and this man has never been to here to pick up taemin before.

“i’m a friend of his brother’s,” jonghyun says carefully. “kibum couldn’t get off work in time and both of taemin’s parents had to stay over, so i’m here to get him.”

it takes two phone calls and a lot of convincing, but soon enough, jonghyun gets taken to the 4-year-old classroom and sees taemin putting together a puzzle on one of the tables. jonghyun grins and walks playfully over to taemin, and he kneels down and gets close enough to the oblivious little boy so he can ask, “what do you have there, taeminnie?”

taemin jumps a little bit, but when he turns to see jonghyun sitting next to him, his face breaks out into a wide grin.

“key’s boyfriend!” taemin shouts, hugging jonghyun around the neck before pulling back and pointing at his puzzle. “look! it’s the power rangers!”

jonghyun tells him how amazing it is, and he helps him put the last few pieces together before taemin looks at him with a scrunched up face.

“why are you at my school?” taemin asks. jonghyun laughs and pokes his nose.

“i’m picking you up because kibummie got held up at work. so we’re gonna go to my house until your brother can come get you,” jonghyun tells him.

when taemin’s teacher comes up to the two of them, she asks who jonghyun is.

“i’m a friend of his brother’s,” jonghyun says quickly.

but taemin is quick to specify, “he’s key’s boyfriend!”

jonghyun laughs nervously, but the woman just smiles and says that taemin talks about him a lot, and it’s nice to finally meet him.

jonghyun helps taemin get his backpack and his lunchbox, and he wonders what a 4-year-old keeps in such a big power rangers backpack, and then the two of them head out to jonghyun’s car hand-in-hand.

“do you have a carseat in your car?” taemin asks, an excited look on his face.

“yes i do, i stopped by your brother’s work and got the one from his car,” jonghyun informs him. taemin pouts, but he doesn’t fight it when jonghyun helps him into the carseat.

“i don’t need one,” taemin tries to tell him. “i’m a big boy now. i’m not little anymore.”

“you’re not little anymore?” jonghyun asks him as he buckles taemin in.

“nope. i’m all big now,” taemin says, nodding his head.

“well then i guess a big boy wouldn’t want to go get a happy meal,” jonghyun says with a shrug. taemin’s eyes go wide.

“big boys can have happy meals!” taemin argues. “’specially if it’s chick’nuggets.”

“you want chicken nuggets?” jonghyun asks. 

“yeah, chick’nuggets,” taemin says, “with choc’late milk.”

“okay,” jonghyun says in an exaggerated voice, “i guess i could get you chicken nuggets and a chocolate milk. but only on one condition.”

“what”

“you have to share your toy with me,” jonghyun tells him.

“okay!” taemin agrees, and once jonghyun goes and gets into the car as well, taemin tells him all about what he did at preschool today.

when they get to mcdonald’s, taemin is hugging jonghyun’s legs the whole time they’re in line, and he hides behind them when they get up to the register. 

they sit down to eat, and taemin is fine until he accidentally knocks over his chocolate milk and it spills all over the front of his shirt. jonghyun is quick to put the jug back on the table, but taemin’s lip is already wobbling, and the tears are already welling up in his eyes.

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” jonghyun tells him. “it was just an accident. we’ll clean it all up, it’s fine.”

but taemin starts crying anyway. jonghyun cleans up taemin’s clothes as best he can with the napkins, and then he wipes up where it spilled on the table and the bench before cramming the rest of their food in taemin’s happy meal box and just picking taemin up to take him back to the car. 

“there’s no use crying over spilled milk,” jonghyun jokes to him, but taemin just keeps crying anyway. jonghyun figures he’s probably too young to even understand the joke. “hey, it’s really alright. please don’t cry.”

“i spilled it everywhere!” taemin cries, his little hands balling up into fists so he can rub at his eyes. “i made a mess!”

“it’s okay, it all got cleaned up,” jonghyun tells him. “we’ll go home and get your clothes all cleaned up, and then we’ll finish eating, okay?”

taemin just keeps crying.

he’s calmed down a bit by the time they get to jonghyun’s house, but jonghyun still carries him inside anyway. he finds a t-shirt that taemin can wear in the meantime, and it falls over his little knees while jonghyun puts his chocolate milk soaked clothes in the wash.

taemin is still pouty and upset, though, even after they finish the rest of their food and play with the toy taemin got in his happy meal. 

jonghyun has him watching some cartoon on the couch when he goes to put the clothes into the dryer, and that’s when kibum rings the door bell.

“don’t tell key!” taemin pleads with jonghyun. “don’t tell him i made a mess!”

“taeminnie, buddy, it was just an accident,” jonghyun tells him, smoothing back his hair. “you’re not in any trouble.”

jonghyun goes to answer the door, and when kibum goes into the living room to see taemin sitting in one of jonghyun’s shirts, he sends a questioning look to jonghyun.

“that cannot be what my mother sent him to school in this morning,” kibum says.

taemin bursts into tears at that, and kibum rushes to him and sends the most distrusting look to jonghyun.

“what happened, baby, where are your clothes?” kibum whispers to him, and he holds taemin close to him.

“i spilled chocolate milk on them!” taemin cries, his voice shaking and his eyes closed tightly. kibum lets out a sigh of relief, and he pulls back from taemin to send him a slightly annoyed look.

“why are you crying over that?” kibum asks him. “is that all that happened?”

“mommy said to be more careful,” taemin says, gasping between each word, “and i spilled it!”

“baby, it was an accident,” kibum tells him. “it’s okay, i won’t tell mommy.”

taemin just keeps crying, and kibum holds him close to his chest and pats his back.

“taeminnie, did you nap during nap time today?”

“no!”

kibum sends a smirk to jonghyun when he realizes that’s what’s got taemin so upset, and he pats taemin’s back a little bit more before sitting on the couch and putting taemin on his lap.

“i just put his clothes in the dryer,” jonghyun tells him.

“so we’re here for another hour?” kibum asks.

“just about”

“taeminnie,” kibum starts in a quiet voice, pulling taemin’s face out from his chest so that the little boy will look at him, “do you wanna hear a story?”

“mmhmm,” taemin hums and nods his head.

“well, once upon a time,” kibum starts, and he tells one of the fairy tales taemin likes to hear before bed.

he’s conked out in no time, and kibum nearly snorts at the sleeping little boy in his arms.

“he becomes a drama queen when he doesn’t get his nap,” kibum whispers to jonghyun.

“good to know,” jonghyun whispers back.

they put taemin in one of jonghyun’s spare bedrooms, and when the two of them sit on the couch, jonghyun turns to kibum and grins.

“did you know he still calls me ‘key’s boyfriend’?”

kibum lets out an embarrassingly loud snort and chokes back a laugh. after a moment, kibum composes himself and loooks at jonghyun.

“he’s quite the character.”

“so i’ve gathered.”

they both grin at each other, laughing at how silly kibum’s little brother is, and then they turn on the tv and wait for taemin’s clothes to be dry and for the little boy to wake up from his nap.