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neowinestainedress · 10 months

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𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇. 𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; na jaemin x oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, slight angst, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: feelings that shouldn’t exist surface after jaemin proposes to do something with hyejin after haechan declined, and things start to get complicated. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: they discuss a artwork that could potentially be triggering but idk how to warn you, maybe don't look for it if you're too sensitive (there are animals involved) there's nothing graphic in the chapter ofc 𝐖𝐂: +5k 𝐀/𝐍: please, please, leave feedback if you liked it, and reblog so the story can reach more people! enjoy ♡

Mondays were the worst days of the week. Sunday night was already a bummer when she couldn’t sleep over at Haechan’s place, it was a trauma to be alone after two nights spent by his side. But the idea of having to start another week was even worst.

“Who the fuck woke me up so soon?” Yeri yelled, stomping down the stairs as the horn kept honking outside.

“We don’t know,” Ningning replied, shrugging as she continued eating her breakfast.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Why don’t you check?” The blonde huffed, walking just as angrily to the window. “Isn’t that Haechan’s car?”

Hyejin furrowed a brow, gulping down the last bit of coffee left in her mug and walking to her friend. “Why would it be?”

“I don’t know, ask your crazy boyfriend what is he doing at seven in the morning waking the neighbourhood up?”

“It’s really him, what?” Hyejin gasped, finally seeing him sitting in the passenger seat.

“Oh, he’s so romantic,” Ningning whispered, bringing her hands on her chest while Yeri glared at her before huffing loudly and storming back to her room, hoping to sleep for at least thirty minutes more. “Come on, go outside!”

“I’m wearing my nightwear.”

“Why would he care, move,” her friend urged, pushing her out of the door.

Her hesitation disappeared when she started running to his car with a big smile on her face. “Hyuck?”

“Hi, babe,” he said, rolling down the window. “Want me to drop you to work?”

Her smile widened as she moved her head up and down swiftly. “But I still have to get dressed.”

“Yeah, I can see,” he giggled, moving his eyes on her frame quickly. “I know it’s early, but I thought we could have breakfast together at the bar next to the library, how’s that sound? They have your favourite sweets.”

“God, you really want to spoil me today, don’t you?”

Haechan snorted, clicking his tongue. “As if I don’t spoil you always.”

She chuckled before taking a few steps back. “I’ll be back soon, wait for me.”

“Yeah, don’t rush, we have time.”

She couldn’t don’t rush when rushing meant spending more time with him, also her clothes were already picked up from the night before, so she only needed to wash up and get dressed, and after less than ten minutes she was sitting next to him in the car, ready to start the week.

“You dress too well to stay in a library all day,” Haechan commented, quickly glancing at her outfit as he drove through the streets of Seoul.

“Don’t make me blush.”

“You still blush at my compliments?” He teased, smirking smugly. And she rolled her eyes. “Stop pretending not to know the effect you have on me, you know I probably will never stop reacting like a teenager at her first crush.”

Haechan chuckled before a sweet smile crossed his face. “Because I am your first crush.”

A sigh rolled from her lips just thinking about it. Thinking back at all the years of yearning for him felt so strange now that she had him right where she always wanted him, and she knew there was no way she was going to leave that haze behind.

“Unfortunately,” she joked, making him gasp dramatically as he brought one hand to his chest.

“You should be so glad you have me in your life. Look at you, in less than five minutes I’ll buy you your favourite cupcakes, and then I’ll drive you to work, and I’ll come pick you up this afternoon.”

“You’ll pick me up?”

“Do you prefer the metro?”

“Oh, hell, no,” she replied, trying to hold back the mindless smile, but this was the best Monday in a while. It felt nice, and not so heavy like any other ones where the fears and doubts would slump over her shoulders. And once again her happy moment was him, the only time when she didn’t feel her chest get so heavy.

“And here we are,” Haechan stated, luckily finding a parking spot right in front of her library that was only a few steps away from the bar.

“You weren’t so happy yesterday, does Monday bring you a good mood?” She asked, searching for his arms to intertwine with hers as they started making their way to the bakery.

“What do you mean I wasn’t so happy yesterday?”

“You were grumpy, and you just seemed, I don’t know, not like this.”

“Blame it on the Sunday melancholy,” he laughed. “No, but I don’t know, I thought I was fine, just wanted to chill inside the house all day with you.”

“And Jaemin,” she giggled, pushing the front door open. The smell of freshly baked sweets and bread filled her nose, and the day immediately got better.

“Please,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “He always clings to us, but I can’t complain, I missed having him around.”

“I like him, he’s a fun guy and it’s so nice to talk with him.”

“Yeah, but can we don’t focus on him even when we’re alone?”

She laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I’m starving.”

When the clock hit 5:30 pm, Haechan was outside of the library, waiting for Hyejin to come out.

“Hi, honey,” he greeted, waving as he leaned against his car. “How was your day?”

She looked happier, the smile on her face was too big for someone that usually hated the start of the week, and she almost jumped with every step she took.

“Amazing,” Hyejin replied, throwing herself in his arm, surprising him so much he barely reciprocated the hug.

“Really? Why?” He asked, opening the door for her before running to his side.

“Guess what?” She exclaimed, turning to the side to stare at him, the smile on her face never fading.

“What?”

“I have two tickets to an art gallery for Saturday!”

“An art gallery?” Haechan asked, furrowing his brows, and tilting his head.

“Yeah, the one I wanted to go to, remember?” She was basically jumping on her seat, radiating happiness just at the idea.

“Yeah, yeah, I do. The contemporary art one, right?” Haechan questioned, making sure he got it right. But, seeing how happy she was, the answer was quite obvious.

“Yep,” Hyejin exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“Are you going with Yeri?”

Her smile dropped as soon as she registered his words. “What do you mean with Yeri?”

“You’ve got two tickets, didn’t you?”

She nodded, but the happiness on her face was gone, and her body was pressed against the seat. “Yeah, but I was thinking of going with you.”

“Oh,” he gasped, diverting his gaze, hands falling on the wheel as his fingers tapped on it nervously. “I wish I could but…”

“But what?” She asked, urging him to finish the phrase, a bitter edge hidden in her tone. “Already made promises to someone else?”

“No, no, I just… you know I don’t like art… not contemporary art, to be honest.”

“But I want to go.”

“Well, can’t you go with someone else?”

She opened her mouth to talk but shut it down immediately, slumping back on the seat and humming while pressing her lips together.

“Hey, I just —”

“No, it’s fine,” she stopped him, lifting a hand to stop his hand from touching her thigh, not turning to look at him, feeling too vulnerable as tears menaced escaping from her eyes. “I’ll go with someone else, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, you know, you could go with someone that enjoys it.”

Hyejin didn’t reply, only nodded as she started getting lost in the city outside. Did he genuinely want her to go with someone that shared her same passion or did he just didn’t get she wanted to spend some time with him? Either way, she was hurt and didn’t want to think about it. “Oh, can you drop me home? I have to help Yeri with something.”

“Yeah, sure. Though, I thought we could spend at least dinner together.”

“I don’t know, don’t want it to be too late…” She lied, nervously biting the inside of her cheek.

“Oh, come on, we’ll eat quickly, I’ll drop you home before 8.”

She sighed. The truth was she was sad, maybe even a bit mad, and didn’t want to spend more time with him, but then again, she felt she had no right to be mad, Haechan didn’t like art, and found it boring, while she loved it, so it was normal he didn’t want to go with her. That didn’t mean he loved her less than she loved him, or that he didn’t want to spend time with her, he wanted her to enjoy her day.

“Yeah, fine, just don’t drop me too late,” she smiled, meeting his eyes, and watching as his lips curled in a smile too.

Hyejin didn’t want to torment Haechan with the same questions, but the more the art gallery got close, the more she couldn’t help but feel sad he didn’t want to go with her. So there she was, one day before, begging him to go with her.

“Then we can go whatever we want,” she repeated for the nth time, leaving the shoes at the side of the door to wear her slippers that were next to his.

“Honey, I know, but…” Haechan huffed, fixing his hair and hanging the coat next to the door. It had been a constant nagging the entire ride back home and his brain was already exploding from work, that was the last thing he needed. “I’m exhausted, and I don’t even know if I’ll get up from bed tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin your day, you know I’m insufferable when I get no sleep.”

“But it’s in the afternoon.”

Haechan turned around, glaring at her. “You don’t like going to art galleries late, you want to be there first thing in the morning to avoid the queue, I know you.”

Hyejin huffed, “True, but I would do it for you.”

“And I said I don’t want to,” he replied before sighing when he saw her expression drop even more. “Hye, come here,” he whispered, pulling her closer by the waist, “I’m too tired for this, it was a long day of an even longer week and I want to spend the weekend rotting in bed. Can you go have fun for me?”

Hyejin pushed down her throat a sniffle and nodded, keeping her lips together to avoid making weird sounds as she fought back tears.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. “I’ll go take a shower, if you are hungry start eating without me.”

But all the hunger had left her as she dragged her body into the kitchen, surprised of seeing Jaemin there.

“Oh, no, you listened to it all, didn’t you?”

Jaemin raised his head, faking surprise and shrugging. “To what?” He had listened, but he didn’t want to seem like the roommate that couldn’t mind his business. Well, he was the roommate who couldn’t mind his business, but was it really his fault if they always bickered in the common spaces?

She whined, sitting on the chair next to his, resting her head on the table.

“Why are you sad?” He asked, closing the laptop after making sure he had saved what he was working on.

“I don’t want to distract you from your things.”

“Nah, I was done anyway. Actually, I wanted to make dinner, wanna help?”

She shook her head, lifting her upper body again to rub her hands on her face. “I’m not even hungry anymore.”

Jaemin didn’t answer right away, he only studied her body and her nervous movements. “Did… did you fight?”

“We didn’t fight, it’s just… oh never mind, I’m childish. He breaks his back at work, and I still whine when he’s too tired to do something with me.”

“Is this about the art gallery?”

“How do you know?”

“Well, you’ve been talking about it for days, I heard you asked him two days ago, and then he talked about it with me.”

“He did?” She asked, shifting on the seat. Jaemin hummed. “What did he say?”

“Just that you wanted to go but he doesn’t like it.”

Another huff rolled from her lips and Jaemin cocked his head to stare at her face that was now facing the table. “See, he just doesn’t like it, even if he wasn’t tired, he wouldn’t come, but is it so bad? We could even go skating after we’re done, I don’t care.”

Jaemin coughed, fighting with his brain whether to be too upfront with her and tell her all the theories he kept making in his mind as he continuously studied them or not. It truly wasn’t his intention to pay so much attention to the details, but some red flags seemed so loud and clear to him, he couldn’t understand how Hyejin didn’t see them at all.

“Did you talk to him?”

“I ran out of words,” she scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “But it��s fine, I’ll gift them to somebody else.”

“No,” Jaemin shouted, louder and quicker than he wanted to. “I mean, you want to go, you can’t give it up because he’s not coming.”

“I know but I don’t want to go alone and I don’t want to go with my friends,” she whispered, focusing on the design of the tablecloth to avoid his gaze, “neither Yeri nor Ningning want to come, and it’s fair, one has a date and the other one has her only free day, so…”

“Can I come?”

“What?” Her face lifted, staring at the young man in front of her with shock.

“I mean, I’d like to go, if you want to, if it’s fine for you,” Jaemin said, the usual confidence of his voice faltering as he struggled to keep eye contact.

“But I like to go there early and I’m annoying because I really love contemporary art and everybody hates it, I mean, I kinda hate it too but I think it’s funnier sometimes, you have so much freedom to come up with things when you look at the art and you can criticize it, oh, see,” she chuckled as she realized she started to talk no-stop. “I’m even worse when I have it in front of me.”

Jaemin chuckled, grabbing her hand and caressing it. “I talk too much, too, so it would be incoherent for me to criticize you, don’t you think so?”

“Yeah, but you talk about interesting things…” she said, quickly moving her eyes from their hands to his eyes.

“This is interesting. So, what time tomorrow?”

Hyejin’s smile reached ear to ear while the hype sparkled in her again, the idea of not having to go there alone and being with someone that seemed as interested as she was, was the best news of the day.

“7:30, so we can be there at 8:00.”

“Early bird, got it.”

Jaemin wasn’t interested in contemporary art at all. To be honest, he simply never understood it and found it nerve-wracking how the lines about the definition of art blurred after the ‘60. But as he drove to the gallery he realized that he had found someone that was going to make him change his mind.

Hyejin was the personification of happiness and excitement. When he parked out of her house at 7:20, she was already there, waiting under the porch, and rushed inside in the blink of an eye. And now she couldn’t stop talking about the things they were going to see.

“Ever thought about being a teacher?” Jaemin asked, stopping her explanation of the life of Jean-Michel Basquiat.

“Me? A teacher?”

“Yeah, I mean, I know your dream is to be an artist but maybe you could teach and start your artist career as a side hustle.”

“Oh, I’ve never thought about it. Do you think I’d be great?”

“I think you’d be amazing,” he smiled, making her look away.

“Well, I love my book club with kids, I wait for Friday mostly for them.”

“See,” he said. “I’ve never seen you, but I think you’re good with them.”

“You got that just from my rants that probably already gave you a headache?”

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed. “I love how you explain things, it’s simple and clear, but you still give nice details and your passion is loud.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled, biting her nails, and smiling shyly at him.

“It’s the truth,” Jaemin smiled back before looking at the road again.

When they exited the place it was around 10:00 am, the sun was by now high in the sky and the temperature was warmer, but none of them wanted to go back home, so they decided to go for a walk.

“So, are you traumatized?” Hyejin asked, walking at his side, feeling their shoulders brush. “You didn’t talk much.”

“Oh, I didn’t…”

“Was it disappointing?”

“No, I’m just speechless. Okay, so I never cared much about contemporary art, and I didn’t find it boring like Haechan, but I found it irritating.”

“And you still came here for me?” She asked, not able to kill the smile that was forming on her face.

Jaemin nodded, smiling shyly.

“Oh, I owe you something.”

“No, you don’t because I loved it,” he confessed.

“You did? You don’t have to lie, I don’t take it personally.”

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled. “But you are too good of a teacher and I’ve learned new things and turns out it is funny to stare at a blank canvas and see whatever the hell I want in it.”

Hyejin laughed, mind going back to when the guide asked what they saw in that painting and he nonchalantly said ‘a burger’. “The guide wanted to kill you.”

“What? It’s freedom of speech and imagination, ugh?” He laughed, eyes crinkling up. “Okay, I’m just starving, I was starting to see food everywhere.”

“Want to have brunch?”

“Should we? Even if after seeing ‘Mother and child divided’ I’m not so hungry anymore, especially not for burgers.”

Hyejin chuckled, shaking her hair to move the long strands of the bang from her eyes. “The love-hate relationship I have with that work is not unexplainable.”

Jaemin’s face twisted in disgust for a moment. “There’s a way to love it?”

“I mean, I like the double message, and mostly I love how the mother and son relationship has always been a pivotal point in art and in this work is so… revolutionized. Think about it, when you think about that in art what comes to mind?”

Jaemin thought about it for a minute before answering, “The Madonna and Jesus?”

“Exactly! A holy image, of the purest kind of love, in an idyllic setting and then, all of a sudden, this is gone, it’s macabre and cruel. The love that should last forever, that bond that should never break, is torn apart. And it’s portrayed by a cow and a calf put in a tank. It’s shocking, but cool… if only those animals weren’t real. But also, if they were plastic, would it induce the same sense of irritation and anger? Like, seeing that makes me angry for so many things, the idea that a child was torn in two and separated by his mother is cruel and revolting,” she explained, gesticulating and stopping herself because she had so much to say.

His lips curled in a soft smile as he stared at her getting so worked up. “I only stopped at revolting when I saw it, so that’s what I mean when I say you have so much passion in you.”

Hyejin chuckled. “That’s why I stopped hating contemporary art so much, I was like you, getting mad and saying that it wasn’t real art, but then when you study those artists and what they want to say, you realize that you will always play their game. Every time you say that you could’ve done it too, that it’s outrageous, that it took them nothing, you pay them attention, you try to find a meaning in what they do and even if you think you’re not, they have you hooked on their art.”

Jaemin smiled tenderly. “So you say, you might as well take a jump in their no sense and have fun?”

“Exactly.”

“And what about you?”

“Me?”

“Your art? Do you want to traumatize people, too?”

“No, don’t worry, you won’t find corpses of any kind in the freezer because I need them for artistic purposes,” she joked. “Should we talk about this in there? It looks like a nice restaurant?” She asked when a sign caught her attention as they were walking by.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

When they entered the place, they sat down at a table and ordered something to eat.

“So, you were saying?”

“My art is simple, classic, basic.”

Jaemin glared at her. “I’d love to see the passion you put into other people’s art into yours.”

“I try to but I… I don’t even know what my art is anymore. It was personal, and it has always worked as a diary. I’m pretty good at different things, from realism to abstractionism, I do well even with sculptures, but I don’t think what I loved about my art was the technique. I loved the way my hands followed my heart, I would vomit my emotions on the canvas and just let go. I didn’t even care when I had to try and retry. Now I know I would start to compulsively look at the tiniest details, the proportions are not perfect at 100%, the spacing between the eyes looks weird, the shadows are surely wrong, and on and on and on…”

Jaemin sighed, smiling briefly at the waitress that brought their drinks and the appetizers. “Why?”

Hyejin shrugged before bringing the glass to her lips. “I… I can’t afford that. I want a future with Haechan, but we can’t have it now with a job that pays me, imagine if I drop everything to live off with art. I can’t put this weight on him.”

“But you could at least still keep the flame alive?” He dared to say.

“And how? I don’t have time for that.”

Jaemin snorted and she raised a brow. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m just… never mind.”

“No, speak, or I’ll make art right now by pushing a fork in your arm.”

“Fine, fine,” he gave up. “Instead of coming to our place every evening to cook, you could go to your place and paint.”

“Damn, you really don’t want me home,” she joked.

“When did I say it?” He asked, raising a brow. “It’s just... Haechan works but then he always finds time to play games with Jeno, or go out with some other friends, or even just chill on the sofa. You? You come home and cook and clean…”

“I do it because I want to.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he dismissed her, looking at his plate because he knew it was a lost cause to start with.

Hyejin furrowed. “You still think he treats me like a maid?”

“I’m not saying he treats you like a maid, I’m saying you… you love him too much.”

“What?” She gasped.

“You can do it for him. I know you just want to stay under the same roof and know that he’s in the other room and have dinner together, but you loved art and you shouldn’t push that passion away completely.”

“I didn’t push it away for him, it won’t give me a future. And I know what I want, I have to work hard for that.”

Jaemin hummed, biting back the bitter remark, stopping himself from screaming why can’t you see the evidence? “And what’s the future?”

“So you can judge even that?” She joked, but the bitter edge in her voice reached his ears anyway.

He felt a painful clench in his heart and his smile dropped. “I only care for you, I don’t want to judge.”

“I know you do, but I’m a grown-up, and we have to make decisions when we grow up, don’t we? If I do what I do, it’s because I want to and because I know that going to my place and starting to paint when that paint won’t see the light of the day will just kill me more.”

Jaemin nodded. “Yeah, sure. Sorry for being… too much into your business.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

The first intention was to go home, but when after taking a different route because the road was closed, they saw an amusement park, they couldn’t help but stop by.

“You have no idea how many times I begged Haechan to come with me,” Hyejin said, hopping around.

“Damn, always too tired from work, isn’t he?” Jaemin whispered bitterly but she barely heard.

“What?”

“No, nothing, you’re here now, isn’t it nice?”

Her smile widened even more as she nodded. “I love it.”

“So, any ride you’d like to try?” He asked, trying to turn into a tomato when her hand searched for his.

“Mhh, don’t know. Any suggestion?”

He cleared his throat, looking around, more to find an excuse to don’t have to look into her shiny eyes than to look at the attractions. “I mean, are you in a rush? Because if you’re not, we can try them all for me.”

Her eyes lit up while her lips moved up in a grin. “Are you sure?” She asked, trying to mask the happiness and excitement in her voice.

Jaemin nodded, “Anything you want.”

“Carousel first.”

After two hours they tried every ride in the park, even going on some twice. They felt strained, but adrenaline was rushing in their bones as they talked about anything and everything and occasionally sang and danced along to the music coming from the big speakers at the corners.

“Oh look, you can win a couple of bunnies!” Hyejin exclaimed, seeing the stand as they were walking out of the park.

“Do you want them?” Jaemin asked, staring at where her finger was pointing.

“Yes! So I can give one to Hycuk.”

Jaemin shouldn’t have felt that twisting pain in his heart as those words left her mouth and she started walking speedily to the booth to try to win the plushies, but he felt it anyway. He couldn’t believe she was so blindly in love with Haechan. But he shrugged it off and followed her.

Jaemin stood a few steps back, leaning against the pillar of the stall as he watched her handle the gun and shoot at the cans, failing all her tries of the first round. A smile curled his lips as she huffed and shook the bangs out of her face to try to get a better aim. But when even the second try failed, Jaemin couldn’t stand looking at her sulk on it more.

“I’ll try,” he said, handing the money to the cashier and taking the water gun from her hands.

“Jaem, you don’t have to.”

“I know,” he said, turning around and smiling at her. “I want to.” Jaemin would’ve indulged more in her cheeks heating up and the big smile on her face if it wasn’t for the bell ringing, signalling the start of the game.

“You need to take down five of them to get the bunnies,” the man behind the cashier reminded him when he knocked the first one down.

Hyejin rolled her eyes, grunting lowly because there was no need to be so annoying. But even though she was cheering on him, she didn’t expect him to keep pushing the cans down. His aim was perfect, and nothing could distract him from his goals. And so lost in everything, she stopped thinking that he was so handsome, it was a shame he was still single. But when the bell rang and brought her out of her thoughts, she saw the score on the screen.

“I can’t believe you won them,” she screamed when Jaemin turned around, winking at her before grabbing the two plushies from the man in the stand and handing them to her.

Jaemin smiled tenderly, watching her jump on the spot as she held them tight on her chest. He shrugged, starting to walk over to the parking lot as she followed by his side. “It seemed like you wanted them badly, thought I could help.”

Her eyes lit up more before she stood on her tiptoes to leave a small peck on his cheeks. “Thank you so much. You’re the best. I can’t wait to give this to Hyuck.”

Jaemin’s smile turned bitter, but his cheeks were still bright red from the kiss of before. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“I hope so,” she said, trailing off as she waited for him to open the car. “I don’t know, sometimes I feel like… it’s almost as if I don’t know him anymore.”

“You’re not sure he would like them?” Jaemin asked, watching her play with the fur of the plush before starting the car to head home.

Hyejin shrugged, letting out a low huff. “It’s not about these, it’s about a lot of things. I’ve known him since forever, and yet sometimes I get this feeling we’re almost strangers.”

Jaemin chuckled. “You two? Strangers?”

“Yeah, it’s absurd, right?” She said, looking at him. Jaemin nodded and she sighed again. “Maybe it’s just life that makes it hard. But I hate that I do things for him thinking he’ll love them and then he’s just not as excited as me, or not like I expect him to be… with me.”

Jaemin kept quiet, he didn’t know what to say. Honestly, he didn’t want to hurt her with what he thought was the reason. As the months went by, he simply thought they both loved each other deeply but differently and somehow it made it look like Haechan loved her a bit less.

“I feel like I became too much for him, you know? And I’m always afraid I’ll do something wrong. I don’t want to upset him, but also I miss what we used to have when we were in college. He always found a way to spend time with me, he would help me study even if he didn’t know a thing about my degree,” she said with a small melancholic smile on her face. “God, he even asked for the recipe of a dish I loved to prepare it at home because we couldn’t go out often.”

Jaemin smiled, caressing the hand on her thigh in reassurance. “He loves you, don’t doubt that.”

“I know,” she whispered, clearly trying to fight back tears, “but I wonder if we’re right for each other. He never…” she sighed, looking out of the window and taking a deep breath. “He never saw me, not like I would see him. And… oh, Jesus, I’m so annoying, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not,” he reassured. “Let it out, Hyejin. It’s alright.”

“No, because it’s just me and my stupid paranoias. I loved him for so long, hurting so much because he would see right through me, and now that I have him, I still have that lingering fear I am not enough. I try so hard to keep this up because I’m terrified I’ll lose a friend before I’ll lose a lover.”

Jaemin gulped, feeling heaviness in his heart. Haechan meant so much to her. He wanted to say these paranoias were useless, but he didn’t feel like lying. “I don’t think you should stress about it. Now let’s go home and give him that bunny, alright? He’ll love it.”

Hyejin forced a smile on her lips and blinked the tears away before nodding. But the silence that surrounded them felt agonizing, so she had to fill it somehow. “Remember when I told you about Zoya?”

“Yeah, why?”

“She asked me and Haechan to hang out next week, I thought you could tag along.”

“Oh,” he whispered, swallowing the gulp in his throat, “to get to know her?”

“Yes, of course, silly. Why else?” She asked, pushing him playfully.

“I love how you keep not-so-subtly telling me I’m bitchless,” he chuckled and she laughed too.

“I just think you two would make a great match,” she explained. “And I…” she breathed out, biting the inside of her cheek, “… I kinda don’t want to be just us. It doesn’t even have to be to get with her, just to hang out with us and make a new friend.”

“Why don’t you want to be just you, her and Hyuck? I thought you were friends?”

“Yes, we are,” she replied. “I don’t mind being just us, but it’s been just us for years, nothing wrong with adding another one,” she clarified, voice shaking and fingers fidgeting with the paw of the toy.

Jaemin glimpsed at her, not convinced at all, but shrugged. “Fine, I’ll come.”

“Perfect! I’ll tell her tomorrow, so she can book the table for four,” Hyejin cheered, beaming at him. “I think we’ve gone too far from home.”

“Yeah, I just noticed how far we’ve driven to get to that park,” he chuckled. “Are you tired?” He asked when she yawned.

Hyejin giggled in embarrassment and then nodded. “A bit.”

“You can rest if you want,” he proposed her. “I think we won’t be home sooner than an hour.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“No, don’t worry. Just relax.”

“Thank you.”

As he ever so often glimpsed at her falling asleep on the passenger seat, Jaemin realized a painful truth; he didn’t want Zoya or any other woman, he wanted her.

© neowinestaindress; all rights reserved. do NOT repost, modify, or translate any work from this blog on any other platform and claim it as yours. you can find my works on ao3 (neowinestaindress) and wattpad (winestaintedress_; currently inactive).

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#nct fanfiction #haechan fluff #haechan angst #haechan smut #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #jaemin smut #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream smut #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #fic: glimpse of us

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arimiadev · 4 months

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2023 Year in Review

2023 has come and gone—it feels like it was just a week ago that my grandma was complaining that Thanksgiving and Christmas were too close together, and now it’s January. I spent the last 2 weeks of 2023 sick (I still am), which made it go by like a blur.

2022 was a fresh slate for me, with a new job, a new home, and new projects. 2023 was a year of finding a new rhythm—figuring out how I work best and molding my work time around that rather than trying to make myself go against the flow.

Working from home is truly a blessing and a curse. I do think that it has more positives than negatives (especially right now as I’m able to work while being sick and don’t have to take time off), but navigating around the negatives is tricky. The main problem I’ve faced, aside from lack of interaction with non-family, is that it’s harder for me to focus on work when I end up spending almost all of my awake hours at my desk, either for my fulltime job or for VN development or for relaxing.

I’ve had to mix things up, usually taking my laptop to other parts of the house or even working outside of home some days. Even if it’s only for a few hours, it helps reset the fatigue of being at my desk all day every day. It doesn’t always work, and one problem I ran into for most of the year was being unable to focus on writing. Art and scripting are more “mindless” for me, I can do them with a video or voice call in the background, but writing is something I’ve always struggled to concentrate on.

This year was my first year attempting NaNoWriMo, though a more casual version of it. A few other devs were also entering NaNoWriMo to work on their projects so I hopped on too. I wanted to use the hype of the event to push myself to focus on writing, and it worked! My goal was to hit 30k total words in the month across multiple projects—which is about what I write in half a year—and I hit it.

Projects

Canvas Menagerie continued to be my main project in 2023. I was able to release several new demo builds for the project, mainly redoing and improving artwork for the game. My art has been improving a lot the past couple of years which is a good and a bad thing—it’s good because I’m improving and it’s bad because it means I have to redo or edit older game art!

I was also able to finish writing Act 2, meaning that Canvas Menagerie is 2/3rds written! A lot of good progress was made on it this year and I hope to continue (and maybe finish?) that this year.

I also got a trailer for it by Hatoge, a fellow BL developer! It came out so nice…

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My other main project for 2023 was Lost Lune, a project I started in 2022. It was meant to be a small-ish project for Winter VN Jam 2022, but I ran into some issues with the story structure.

Lost Lune is a story I like but have had a hard time figuring out how to put the world and characters into words. I have an understanding on how the plot progresses, but due to a few different reasons it’s been hard to actually write it. One reason has been the unconventional format for the story, with it flipping between the past and present in a linear way. The other reason I’ve had a hard time with it is the character personalities—Weiss, the main character, is much more forward, blunt, and promiscuous than characters I’ve written before. It’s also the darkest setting I’ve ever written in as it’s set in a post apocalypse.

Thanks to NaNoWriMo I was able to get over 9k more written for the story, leading to about half of the story currently being written. I’d like for the project to be finished this year, but it’s hard to say when.

A small project I worked on for Ludum Dare & Otome Jam this year was a short game featuring some of my oldest OCs, where you play as a witch returning home and helping her father’s delivery service. I wanted to make something more experimental than what I usually make and something just for me.

I ended up adding some extra features to it but never released the updated build, so maybe sometime in the future…

My last project for this year was Asphodelium, my Winter VN Jam 2023 entry. I’ve had a hard time describing it, but basically it’s a dark slice of life romance about the members of a disbanded adventurer’s guild after stopping a doomsday cult at the cost of killing their former leader who betrayed them. Hazel, the one who dealt the final blow, has had the hardest time moving on—until one day he’s approached by a man with the same face as their dead leader.

This was a story I got the idea for sometime in September and began writing on a whim in the middle of October and ended up writing a majority of in November for NaNoWriMo. I didn’t expect the script to get far but here I am, 40k words later…

I finished the script and most of the art in December but was unable to completely finish the game because I got sick before Christmas. Just another WIP to finish this year…

Articles

This year I didn’t make as many articles as in years prior, a trend that will probably go forward. I do still want to write articles on marketing and visual novel dev, but I feel like it’s a waste of time to rehash old topics or talk about social media algorithms and such.

One thing I started this year for articles was interviews with fellow developers, starting with my friend ingthing. I don’t want my articles to be just my own opinions, so I want to get more voices out there. In 2024 I want to do more interviews with other devs to share their views on development.

With a record high amount of games we had to judge for Spooktober VN Jam this year, I wrote up a post about my takeaways from the jam with some commentary from my fellow judges. I was blown away by the response the article received, with it being one of my top 3 articles of all time now.

My last blog post—I hesitate to call it an article—that I wrote in one frantic day somehow was my favorite of the year. After months of radio silence from Aniplex US about Mahoyo, the first TYPE-MOON (pure) visual novel to be released officially in English on Steam, I did a deep dive into why they had forsaken such easy money by refusing to market it. The end result? Well, we’ll probably never know why, but it’s clear that someone at Aniplex made the decision to not give a budget to their marketing teams for Mahoyo and instead let the fans market it themselves.

Art

This year was a bit sparse for full artworks, with a majority of them being for Canvas Menagerie. I got a lot more comfortable drawing his hair!

I also got more into Holostars EN this year with the introduction of the second half of Holostars Tempus, the Vanguard unit (but mainly Gavis Bettel). I was following Tempus from the beginning and was a big fan of Magni and Vesper, but Bettel won as my kamioshi. He’s also the only one in the snapshot above (for August) that’s fanart, as the rest are OCs.

Goals

2023 Goals:

Fully write Act 2 of Canvas Menagerie: Canvas Menagerie is currently split up into 3 acts, around 50k words long for each act. I was able to finish the first draft for Act 2 in October! It ended up being much shorter than I estimated, but that’s how things go sometimes.

Release demo for Lost Lune: …Well, this kinda happened but not really. I wanted to release a longer demo for Lost Lune as the current playable build is more like a teaser—it’s very short and only features 2 out of an estimated 20~ days. I did however end up reprogramming the playable build, changing the main character from a side sprite to being on screen with several other visual changes. I’m much happier with this direction for the game.

Write more consistent devlogs: This also didn’t really happen as my intention was to write an article a month, but with our physicals Kickstarter earlier this year, other things took higher priority. I also realized pretty early on in the year that I’m tired of writing about social media algorithms and want to write about more interesting game dev and marketing topics, like case studies and such.

Open a merch shop: This was the first goal I accomplished this year! It was also the easiest since it was already mostly set up. You can see the merch shop for my games here—I think it’s pretty cute.

2024 Goals:

Fully write Act 3 of Canvas Menagerie: Self-explanatory. I want to get to a first draft state for all of CM. I doubt I’ll be able to finish the game next year unless I get a whirlwind of inspiration as it still needs around 40-50k words, 25+ CGs, 5+ character sprites and more, but we’ll see how far I get.

Write more of Lost Lune: I was able to write over 10k this year for Lost Lune while working on other stuff and in 2024 I want to get close to finishing the script if not finishing it.

Release the full version & an artbook for Asphodelium: Due to getting sick at the end of December, I wasn’t able to fully release Asphodelium. It’s pretty close to being done so it shouldn’t take long to finish it. I also want to release a (digital) artbook for it, as I have a lot of design notes for the LI. It’s also been quite a while since I released an artbook so I want to try making one again.

Go to an out-of-town convention: All my life, I’ve only ever attended the anime conventions in the Memphis area. Despite Memphis being a big city, the conventions here…aren’t really ran by people who want to expand it or even really change anything, so for the past decade it’s been in stagnation. At Studio Élan we’re boothing at more conventions this year, and I want to help! I’m hoping to go to Offkai Expo this summer.

Share more VNs I like: Thanks to rejoining Tumblr in late 2022, I’ve become more acquainted with visual novel players over there and I want to talk more about visual novels that I play. There’s a lot of great games out there that people just don’t hear about, so I want to talk about VNs more.

I feel like in 2023 I was starting to find my “thing”—I really like talking about VNs and I want to share unheard of and underrepresented developers to others! I’ve become bored of making generic marketing articles but I’ve found joy in making posts in collaboration with other devs or sharing other VNs.

2024 is a bit of a scary year and has me rather nervous, but I hope we’ll all make it through it. I want to finish some of the stuff I’ve began and I want to share more lesser known visual novels.

I hope this year will be better for us all. Until next time!

— Arimia

#visual novel #my games #my art #Youtube

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multicharablack · 2 months

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[[Photo used is me using picrew,original creator/artist is unknown]]

Hi,Welcome to my den

You are now called ‘Black blopers’ or ‘Red Crows’

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Greetings:

Hi,Im Multichara but I am also blackbunnyblob in Ao3.You can call me Chara,Crow,Blob or just my full username if you want to.I use she/her and is straight as a ruler.I have autism, (mild-ish) ADHD ,and still going to school so my posts are pretty random and incoherent,please be patient with me.

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My Hyperfixation:

The fandom I am currently active and in is ROTTMNT (obviously).But I may reposts some blogs that is TADC,Genshin impact,and (any) FNAF -related stuff,maybe even post some.(And also some Poppy Playtime content lurking in the corners if I’m brave enough to post).

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Warnings:

Sometimes my posts are dark and suggestive (like blood and murder and all that icky stuff) so please be warned,and again, please be patient about me and my schedule, I’m sensitive on what I post and it will be very nice if you try not to give anything that might hurt my feelings or try to ask/say anything to me nicely.I am a human being ,so please, mind what you say.I am also not a Multishipper (I don’t support Leosagi,Kendratello or RaphCasey,I see them only as friends or BFFS,same thing with April x ‘any of the turtle boys’),please don’t attack me because of this,I just don’t see why shipping them with each other.

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Other things:

If anyone, -I don’t know why would anyone do this- ,tries to go to me and seek advice and vent and stuff.Please be mindful that I’m not a therapist,I have some experience with mental health but not into a full instinct that I can actually help you like a full psychiatrist would do.I could still give some advice and tips if I’ve already dealt from it before but other than that, I won’t really be much any help.But don’t worry,you could still vent in here but don’t get your hopes up, I’ll just give you some virtual flower and water to make you feel better, all my crows (followers) here are safe and cherished ,your safe here and your health matters the most. I will not also tolerate bad behavior or any minors here that is too young to engage on this type of content,it’s either behave or kindly leave or get blocked immediately.I also do not support TCEST and proshipping so also kindly leave or else I will unfortunately have to block you as well,Siblings are Siblings,Lovers are Lovers,it is messed up if you put those two together,they stay separated.

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Other other things:

Also…If you try to send an ask and I don’t answer or it takes a long time for you to have a reply from me…I’m sorry about that.I live in Asia so my time zone can be different from yours (depending on what country you live in), and school and work and all that.I’ll try my best to post at least something once a day but it would usually just be Drabbles or small writings,drawing can be pretty challenging for me since I still do traditional art….*cough**cough*because my parents still needs to think if I deserve an IPad *cough***cough*….so my drawings would be rarely seen here but I’ll post a doodle or wips and so.I would also post OC’s Oc x Cannon content here so,yeah,also be mindful about that.And please,don’t steal my works and drawings or things that are rightfully mine.If you want to use my artwork or AU’s,that’s fine but it’s better if you credit me first

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My more bigger AU projects:

CCC - Experiments made to be weapons of war.There is more four of the main turtles made,older clones of themselves.They want freedom,they got it,but at what cause?

Good Things Happened - Good future AU but things still never changed,life was still giving them a reason to hate it,they were still fighting enemies they need to end and protect earth like they have always have been since when they were still happy and young

Happy Endings,Right? - My own version of the boys and having the more realistic injuries post-movie event,things are in shambles but their still together to mend things back to normal.Maybe,life would calm down for a bit

Power and Ruins - Humans are in kingdoms,protected by walls and metal.Mutants and Yokais are in tribes,left to fight for their own.Hunting and Killing,Humans are the real monsters but if the yokais fight back and take what’s rightfully theirs,there the own being called that way.AKA,Yokais and Mutants are considered barbarians in this royal world.

TC:CR - Bad future AU but it stays like that,everybody lives but has a price,the world is still what it is when the sky turned pink,Mikey might knew how and why

What’s underneath? - April swore she lives alone in the isolated NY shoreline lands,just got a job by trying to extract good news in the town near the shorelines even if she was a rocky reporter,but things starts to get more weirder each time she gets close the rocky side of the beach near her home

When worlds collide or MysticCoded - Yokais are now part of the human society,other dimensions are now known,a whole different world if curtain things in the Rise show changed earlier on.AKA,also my own take or iteration of TMNT but it uses Rise bases/basics

Edited:I only put my bigger projects in here to let you guys know this will be the only ones that are majorly active in my posts,but it still doesn’t mean I won’t post any other AUs other then this bunch,it just means it won’t be too active or frequently posted that much.The whole list of my AUs came be clicked here (site link if needed:https://www.tumblr.com/multicharablack/746711140925685760/all-of-my-creations-3?source=share) if you want to check it out

This AU’s would be either mostly active or has already a plot that doesn’t make me procrastinate just so I could think to make any,already has some available HC in my notes that I want to share but I have no courage to.

Disclaimer:All AU’s are inspired either heavily or slightly,I did not copyright anyone and some of it are originally made by me.If you have any further questions,please do not hesitate to send an ask/question,I don’t mind.CCC,In the future times and What’s underneath ? already have bots in Character AI (my username is the same as this one)

—— Yours truly,Multichara

[[Photo used is me using picrew,original creator/artist is unknown]]

Edited:April 3,2024,I had to remake again to make this masterlist smaller

#rottmnt #chara is typing #chara’s idea/drabble drabble time #Pin post #Yay I finally made my masterlist #Might change this soon if I have to add some more #Charatime #Chara’s AUs

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ambiguoushybrid · 8 months

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Hello! Welcome! I'm Ambiguous Hybrid! Welcome to my portifolio + personal blog, i do not assure you i will be very active here. But i do will try to maintain this place going for as long as i can :] Feel welcomed to ask and interact! Please know, english is not my first language

DO NOT INTERACT:

If you're an active AI user, and claim yourself to be a "AI artist", you will be blocked instantly.

You're in favor of NFT's

I will block spammers. (does not envolve spam liking)

Repost artwork or even worse trace it. (NO, my work is not avaliable for repost not tracing, if any of theses happen you will be reported and blocked.)

My name is Lee, AKA Ambiguous Hybrid. I’m a asian digital artist from Brazil. My main focus currently is digital art, but i do traditional art in my spare time! I have a huge love for fantasy related stories, and a deep interest in creating lore and original characters. I’m open for art commission and freelance work as a main hobby. In this page you can see my artwork, that can involve the multiple fandoms i’m in, and my OC’s!

my carrd (with all my socials)

commissions

T R A D I T I O N A L

Faber Castell Eco-Pencils: i mostly use the faber castell green eco-pencils, they are very comfortable to draw, i mostly use them for black and white drawings. One package has a limited types of graphites going from HB to 8B, the 8B being the most softer and easier to blend.

Staedtler 4 pigment liner: I don't usually do lineart when doing traditional art, but i use them mostly for writting on the drawing pages, as well as doing small scribbles and abstract paintings. But when i do use for lineart, i use 0.8, 0.3 and for details 0.1 or 0.05.

Faber Castell Eco Super Soft: I had theses colored pencils for a few years now, they are great for gradients and mixing colors (As long as you don't do it too hard then the colors won't blend). No they're not watercolor pencils unfortunately. I use them for silly sketches or just to add more color on a simple sketch.

SketchBook Canson, A5, with the black covers: They are very water and ink resistent, but in my opinion they are not great for alcohol markers like copics, since they bleed right through the pages. They are overall one of the best sketchbooks i've ever used.

Faber Castell Dust Free eraser: Theses are like the best of the best erasers i've ever bought. I use them for everything, but again do not use too much pressure on the pencils, if the color is too bright or too dark, the eraser will not be able to clean if you put way too much pressure.

D I G I T A L

Gaomon Display Pd1161: I've bought this display 3 years ago, gaomon is not as expensive as other displays brands, yet is very good, i never had any problem with this brand, and honestly so far it's one of the best i've had.

Paint Tool Sai 2: I've bought SAI in 2018, at the time in Brazil it was around R$160, few years ago a friend of mine told me it was now at R$260. I enjoy SAI, it's a program i've used since i started digital art. But the app is still going through a lot of updates, which causes the settings archive of the software to get constant errors, making users delete their settings to avoid this error. Though i'm looking for new art softwares to use in the future and not be totally stuck on SAI.

KRITA: My experience with krita so far is very good, i believe it only lags a lot because of how bad my laptop is lol XD But so far i've enjoyed it! It has a huge variety of filters, brushes, etc. At the moment i enjoy it a lot, though you do have to set your settings if you're not used to the keyboards shortcuts the program has!

I'm currently looking on investing on a IPad so i can draw remotely during travels or when i'm at university, when this happen i'll update it here!

N A V E G A T I O N

My artwork is under #my art

Any ask or rambling will be at #gnomeo rambling

Friend's reblogs #friend's art reblog

Thank you for reading and enjoy your stay <3

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bryan360 · 2 years

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Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(DON’T YOU EVER COPY FROM MINE OR MY FRIEND’S WORK, CHARACTERS, AND STUFF IF ONE OF YOU ARE IMPOSTERS WHO HAD HABITS OF PLAGIARISM! I WILL BLOCK YOU FROM MY BLOG IF I SEE YOUR POST WITH MINE OR MY FRIEND’S ORIGINAL WORK BEING EDITED ALL OVER! I’LL EVEN SHARE IT ONTO MY BLOG SO IF EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT YOU TRYING TO COPY MINE OR MY FRIEND’S THINGS FOR NO GOOD REASON WHATSOEVER! That will be all….I mean it.)

🇵🇷Me: Hey there! Today that I got a special art trade order for my P-Pal, but also his OCs of Spot, Riya, Cude, and Murukir to enjoy. This month of August before Summer comes to an end, here's something I've been working so hard of what I feel like it. So much so, I'm completely fresh out of big sheet of paper from my Simply A+ Sketch Pad. The 20 sheets kind that I originally brought it from the store back in 🍀March 2020; though before staying in houses during the pandemic.

Link Here #1

🇵🇷Me: Since now I'm run out of big sheets, I needed to take time with one huge sheet of paper when making room in doodle art form. This is exactly I'm going for as my P-Pal 's request, but forgive me that there's some marks and coloring mistakes I've tried to covered up. Nevertheless, here's my latest secret art trade request for him; by having my squirrel character Brown while wearing his clothes in bagged size!

🥜Brown: Yeah! It wasn't the first time I'm doing this since I had with EStar99 Jason's clothes, but it'll be an honor to have this for your P-Pal and our friends. We had a good time having our sleepover at my house last month with all snuggled up of my clothes of theirs; including mine. So here I am again wearing my bagged sized clothes, but this time while doing some normal activities....well almost everything is normal. Anyways, here's what I'm talking about in this 10 part doodle art that our creator friend made.

1st through 3rd Part

Doing yoga exercises, reading CN's comic book, and eating peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. References from my April 2020 artwork I've posted on DeviantArt. Link Here #2

4th Part

Putting his chef's hat on and doing some stirring. He's making a cake with his mother like any parent and children do together.

5th Part

Hugging with Pibby and Bun Bun; especially last time where he made them during my P-Pal's previous art trade I've requested him. Link Here #3

6th Part

Accidentally got a Happy Horn on his head; causing him to change his personality and color of happiness. That’s goes for another reference from my previous artwork I’ve posted back in August 2020. Link Here #4

7th Part

Vacuuming the floors with his electronic vacuum cleaner. Do hope it’ll never caught his bagged sized clothes while he cleaning around here, though. 😅

8th Part

Putting his wireless headphones and dances to the rhythm of his favorite songs. Though I wanted to draw his dance pose a bit similar to the Cow and Chicken intro that I seen from my childhood. Just wanted to boost up his interests of CN stuff, ya know. Link Here #5

9th Part

Just a random part of holding a huge pencil. Don’t know why, but something to do with interests of drawing animation? At least that’s what I’m going for.

10 Part/Final Part

And finally here’s him having a relaxation time, but no surprise to included this for last. My P-Pal asked to draw Brown while he’s in resting his pillow bed; especially both wearing in bagged sized clothes. He does enjoying this like the same way he’s had a sleepover with his friends. Link Here #6

🥜Brown: That really takes me back about a month ago, but worth to remember how we getting along just right. As for snuggling our clothes in bagged sized? It’s perfect when snuggled up together. 😉👍

🇵🇷Me: Indeed as always, Brown. Hope that you enjoy this doodle art post I’ve made for my P-Pal. Though again forgive myself that it had some coloring mistakes when doing on one big sheet of paper I had left.

🥜Brown: That’s okay. At least it does looks good that you worked hard for. Anyways, here’s to your P-Pal and friends where I do some activities; while wearing my bagged sized clothes to remember for. Hope you’ll enjoy this as well.

Brown created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Pibby and Bun Bun - Pibby (also known as Come and Learn with Pibby! and Learning with Pibby: Apocalypse (TBA) © Adult Swim

A Happy Horn item - Unikitty! (2017-2020) © Ed Skudder and Lynn Wang, The Lego Group, Warner Bros. Animation, Warner Bros Television Distribution. Cartoon Network

@murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301

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thesoulspulse · 2 years

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Quote The Ravenwood, Nevermore!

Hey guys, sorry it’s been so long since my last post but there’s a few reasons for that. Mainly irl problems getting in the way of everything, one of which is that I screwed up my artwork folders somehow and have been working on reorganizing them for the past several days. But, that said some of it has been a blessing in disguise since it let me separate my current artwork from the older pieces and get rid of some duplicate files to free up space on my laptop...

Anyways, I was also working on a few fanfic-related things on the side but I just couldn’t really seem to get invested in them all that much since those stories are mainly about different versions of Danny. I know Daniel from my “Ghost in the Machine” is technically an oc/clone, however, the feeling is the same as far as it getting a little repetitive at this point. I mentioned this in an earlier post about how I want to rewrite Owen’s story from the ground up and I feel like doing that might just be the change of pace I need right now. Basically, I don’t really want to work on any completely new oc-centered stories and at the same I also don’t want to keep getting stuck on the Danny-focused ones either whenever I try wrapping those up.

Owen is the very first fully-fledged Danny Phantom oc I ever created and all my early fanart of the series in general from back in high school was purely visual with a loose concept of Blood Blossoms that I eventually ended up merging together with his character. After that, I tried to think of some things we don’t see much of in the phandom and for me it came down to Necromancers. So that’s what Owen became, a necromancer born with the same power as Blood Blossoms to harm and repel ghosts which Vlad didn’t even know existed until he came across him purely by coincidence, or so he believed.

Later, Vlad learns there’s a lot more to Owen then that though and that unlike Danny, Owen is a truly troubled boy who has no one in his life that truly understand or can help him understand these strange powers. The only one who technically could help Owen was a ghost that, sadly, had an agenda of his own that went against Owen’s wishes and even got his parents brutally murdered by something much scarier than a ghost...

A demon, also known as a wraith that are darkness personified that steal the souls of both the living and the dead to create more of themselves and send those captured souls to their mistress Lilith, the Mother of Demons. I’ve talked about most of these concepts before but, the point I’m trying to make is that Owen’s story is really complex and it also means a lot to me. Creating him is what brought me into the phandom and I think it’s about time I give his story some fine tuning like I have with a lot of his artwork. I’m also considering bringing back some older or unused concepts too to give him a little more depth as a character instead of being the troubled orphan kid with powers that Vlad ends up choosing to adopt.

Oh, and before I forget!

From now on, Owen’s first story is going to be known as “Nevermore” instead of “The Grimoire” both as a pun since I love “The Raven” poem by Edgar Allen Poe, and because that’s what I’ll be renaming the “Unworld” concept from one of Butch’s videos I also borrowed since it seemed like the perfect prison for Lilith and her dark children. On the opposite end of that, I’m also renaming the “Elsewhereness” concept the “Evermore” too since it’s basically like a paradise or the closest equivalent of heaven in the Danny Phantom universe where there’s no sorrow, fear, or pain so it’s the ultimate goal for most ghosts who want to pass on for good and find eternal peace.

And that’s it for now! I’ve already taken a few notes on what else I’d like to change in this rewrite, but the overall plot of the story will stay the same which is about Owen learning more about his powers, his past and its secrets, and about Vlad realizing that he actually cares about this boy and might just be the ONLY person who can help save Owen from such a terrible threat. And in exchange, Vlad might just find the love and acceptance he’s been craving from Danny all along.

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galaxy-quartz-stars · 2 years

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Hi I Proudly like to Introduced to my OC that I have created in fact This is the moshling that i created also her name is Victoria and You guessed it she’s autistic, but maybe soon she will one day be in the Moshi sleep app or just the Moshi monsters fan Community itself, in fact This is my first time working with mind candy that is of course Busy with the mindful Calming app But another or less they also used my artwork for the autism acceptance and I’m glad that they responded to me on my Instagram messages, They said And I quote if The company is OK with me participating of Making Fanart for them And by that they will give us a $20 Amazon card As a gold prize so for that me and the others started working in fact they started making there own ideas And as for me I started working on Figuring out an ideal of what I could make until that I decided I would rather make my own moshling character and for that I started sketching for the character designs, I thought I would make both twins One on the left for autism and And one of the right for ADHD as Brother and sister but Unfortunately I scrapped that and did only one character instead Because it would take longer for me to do and more importantly I made the autistic character to be more female gender because autistic females Are more higher than males And give her the dash of happiness, joyful, and love for her Personality And that’s how I created her to be more of a special moshling, but my point is mind Candy is now starting to Promote mindfulness now and since that this was my first creation from mind candy I thought I would do this to give her some light and some love And I know the writing maybe so long but I just want to tell you guys about my moshling and how I created her In the first place but I still love my OC of a moshling that is autistic And it’s a masterpiece

Please comment, like, and share for my support thank you

#moshi monsters #moshi monsters fanart #moshi sleep #fanart #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #clip studio paint #lgbtq+#pansexual #actually autistic #autistic artist #my galaxy art gallery

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kakairu-rocks · 2 years

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We are excited to introduce our next shining star for the Creator Spotlight... @radkoko!

This is a member’s only activity where we reach out to one of the talented people in our community each month to find out all about them and their kakairu creations, and then show them off to the world!

We hope you enjoy learning about Rad & her creations as much as we did. Please give her some love ❤️

Pronouns: She/Her

Type of Creator: Writer & Artist

Where to find her:

AO3

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Read the exciting interview below the cut, or on the forum!

If you would like a chance to be in the spotlight too, the only thing you have to do is be a member of the kakairu rocks forum, and be a creator; and we will contact you, ourselves!

1. How long have you been creating KakaIru fanworks?

Over 10 years. First published fic was Dear Captain. I have one older fic on a lost AFF account, that has KakaIru as a background couple, but not sure how much earlier that was, maybe a year or two. My artwork has been a lot more recent, I would draw for fun sometimes, but I started drawing more KakaIru stuff in just the last 3 or so years.

2. What are you working on right now?

A redux of that original fic, now a multi-chapter pirate epic! Ok maybe that’s overselling it, but it’s 13k, and only about half done…

3. What is your favourite trope to create for?

I love hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, and any kind of AU always gets my heart. Also as a specific KakaIru thing, I love Iruka getting to tell Kakashi off, so if there’s any time he can do that, I want to make it happen.

4. Which of your creations is your favourite, and why?

That’s hard, I could say my new fic, but I’ve been talking about that one too much so I’ll go with my Resisting and Giving In pair of fics. It was one of my most ambitious fics and even though it was only for a few weeks I liked leaving a story on a bit of a cliffhanger.

5. Do you have any WIPs you’re excited about?

I said it before but I’ll say it again, Pirates! I’m very excited for this fic, I just gotta finish writing it. I want to share it, but want to get a little further before I start posting so that I don’t leave readers hanging for too long while I finish it up. I guess I do have another in progress fic which is inspired by The Proposal, where Kakashi lies saying that Iruka is his fiancé, when he’s actually just his assistant. And Iruka’s “family” (the Sarutobi’s) find out and they have to come home and fake their relationship for the weekend of Asuma’s birthday party.

6. Do you have any original characters? If so, tell us about them!

No OCs that I use in my KakaIru fics, but I have a character called Kotsuki and I use her as my character/name when I create characters in most video games.

7. What was your hardest piece to create, and why?

Date Me! I loved writing that fic but it was my first Big Bang fic and I’m not really that great on a deadline… I had a first draft already written, otherwise I don’t think I would have finished in time. However it’s still one of my favorite final pieces because one of the first KakaIru artists I started following did a piece for that fic and it just makes my heart happy.

8. Do you have any favourite scenes from something you’ve created?

Maybe a sneak peak from the pirate fic? I have some art that would suit the scene, too.

The storm raged on around them. Waves threatening to tip their vessel. The sky lit up as the lightning danced in the darkened clouds. The crashes of thunder surrounding them, almost deafening.

Iruka steeled himself and ran up to the quarterdeck where the pirate captain was still casually observing the fight.

“Leave my ship alone!” Iruka yelled over the dissonance of activity.

He swung his sword towards the man hoping to catch him off guard, but had no such luck.

Their swords clashed mimicking the thunderous crashes as the lightning sparked around them.

9. Where does your inspiration come from?

Two things really give me inspiration. One is drawings or images people share, I love imagining the story behind that one frame. Second is movies, TV shows, and books; I love taking the same basic plot and thinking of how Kakashi and Iruka would react in a similar situation. Something like Teaching the Impossible was inspired by Jane Eyre, and Date Me! was from a K-Drama called Her Private Life. Both a similar concept, but not necessarily a direct recreation.

10. Which of your creations is the most meaningful to you, and why?

Teaching the Impossible is probably one of the most meaningful, mostly because it was my first big fic after a long break when I was focusing on another fandom. I’d taken a step away from KakaIru and it was the one that brought me back.

#Creator Spotlight #kakairu.rocks #creator interview #talented creator #kakairu fanfic #kakairu fanart #kakairu #kkir #kakashi x iruka #hatake kakashi #umino iruka

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apthepotat · 9 months

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Art dump time! (Part one)

it’s been awhile since I shared my art here but-

i’ve improved since the last time shared it

I believe I didn’t show a single art in this year at all

that’s about to change :D

let’S-A-gOO-

so first we havee

This is actually one of my fav art pieces of 2021 ^^ i saw smth on TikTok how to make this art in just two steps and I love it!- I should do it more hshshs

second we have

my little scrunkly/vvpos

a flustered and sleepy sketches of my babyyyy

he goes by Devy-! And actually I drew him but I’m making updates on his design- once I do that imma show ^^

Here’s more sketches,but this time with his twin XD

tis Devy

And his twin Vir!

That moment when you want to draw both eyes but can’t draw the other so you have to either cover it or make the eye closed for the art not to look weird

My handsome children ✨

Another fancy bastard XD he was made jus few days ago

He likes suits and is a cocky son of a biscuit/aff

he goes by Niran ^^

Ah yes one of my first Girl skele ocs ever

I’m proud of the shape of her eyes tbh she looks so prettyY-

Her name’s Nadia :D and she’s a princess ✨

Princess Nadia Dáire (full name Damn) of a kingdom named the Illinid Kingdom in an Au I made awhile ago named Regalistale ^^ She is beauty she is grace and she will slap you in yo the f a c e

Next is her older brother ✨👑

everyone please give it up

fOR HIS MAJESTY

KING IRIS DÁIRE OF THE ILLINID KINGDOMM 👏👏👏👏

The wings are from Ibispaint because I give up drawing wings- aaand as for the pose and chair ref I took it from Pinterest-! However I lost the ref I have no idea where it is now or else I would’ve put it here :,)

Only the character and their design belongs to me ^^

Also I finished this art at 3 AM I didn’t feel like drawing a background cuz I hate drawing them anyways

ah e m

moving on-

did y’all know Ira has 3 sons-?

👀 it’d be a shame not to show at least one of them rn

I’m happy to introduce to you

the Heir of the throne ✨

the eldest of the chialds

HIS royaL hIgHnEsS

Prince Zephyrus DáirEEEE

I adore all my ocs sm :,> I am still so proud of this one even if my coloring style started changing right after this artwork

I adore his clothes and wings most of all HSHSHS

the background again I didn’t feel like drawing it so I took a pic from Google and changed its color schemes and bam

the wings is from Ibispaint again

Anddd-

The pose is from a random picture in Pinterest

:,] again I - I lost it

last art work in this one

:] ..

this is my Sona

this is me

✨ hi ✨

XDDDD BAHAHA-

I think this would be it for now-

Don’t worry I’ll make a part two of the art dump :D I still have ton to show

#AP’s art dump #art go brrr #UT Ocs

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risingroleakira · 2 years

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Introduction Post :V

Hey Critters! My name is Rose (they/them pronouns), and this is my Critical Role sideblog.

About me: I'm an lgbtq+ artist with too much free time, but not the functioning brain cells to use it properly. I like to draw/paint, worldbuild, tend to my OCs, daydream to music, all that good stuff. Occasionally I also write, conlang (badly), play videogames, text rp w/friends, and/or whatever other stuff my messy brain decides I'm supposed to be doing today (...while giving only half the motivation necessary for me to actually do or complete any of that 'stuff'). Most of the time I'm nocturnal, especially when it comes to catching CR3 episodes as they air, but my sleep schedule still flips around quite a lot so that might differ from day to day.

This is my sideblog, risingroleakira, mainly for Critical Role content and discussions of adjacent series. For my artwork, visit my art blog, risingroseart ...and maybe drop some reblogs while you're there! (This blog also includes my critical role art.) For minecraft and (non-dsmp) MCYT content, visit miningroseakira. I hope I dont scare you off with my wild-ass headcanons lol For my main blog, where I mostly just reblog random stuff and talk sometimes, visit risingroseakira. it's a hot mess, ngl

Critical Role related info:

When did I start watching?

I caught the first half of C3E1 as it aired, then had to stop watching and stopped for a while. A couple months later I binged that and all the other episodes that had aired since then.

What campaigns/Series have I watched?

Finished or up-to-date: > I watch Critical Role C3 as it airs > I watch 4-Sided Dive as it airs > I watched EXU:Calamity as it aired > I watched EXU:Kymal as it aired Work in Progress: >I started watching Campaign 1's original Briarwood Arc, as I cannot watch TLOVM due to the visual violence that I can't stomach. However I have yet to finish it oops- > I have attempted Campaign 2 several times and it didn't work out as I couldn't get past Episode 3 - until now. As of writing, I'm at C2E53. I'm slowing down again but I'm doing my best to continue on.

Current favorite player characters?

> Ashton > Orym > Caleb > Fjord, I think. > Dorian (sorta, it's just been a while since we've seen him, is all.) > ...Well, I would count a majority of the Hells. Between the lot of them it shifts around frequently. those three above are the most consistently at the top ones but it's generally almost the whole group. almost. >Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III, even though I still havent finished the briarwood arc. that was from memory I hope I got it right

Current favorite NPCs?

I have got to give top spot to Lord Eshteross in C3. Imahara Joe and Captain Xandis are also high up, I like Milo, and in terms of C2 I like Bryce and, well, who doesn't enjoy Pumat (plural)

Favorite characters to draw or paint?

Ashton, hands down. I mean, FCG is also really fun, and I havent rlly gotten to draw a lot of characters from CR other than Ashton and FCG, but like. come on. How can you not love drawing the nonbinary punk rock. How can you not enjoy painting their colorful gem and crystal hair and golden cracks and funky eyes and- Anyway that's my introduction post! I’d love to meet some fellow critters - especially newbies that love the bells hells as well, seeing as I’m a bit anxious in new fandoms and therefore more comfy with people who are also new to everything. Still - feel free to say hi whether new or old fan of cr! :]

#cr #pinned post

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dejwrites · 2 years

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sculptures, chapter eight.

↠ characters: ran haitani, mentioned in story all the other bonten members.

↠ warning: profanity, smut, slight dc, mentions of gangs & yakuzas,

↠ pairings: ran haitani x [black fem coded] reader, rindou haitani x fem!oc, kakucho hitto x oc, slight oc x reader,

↠ timeline: timeskip, doesn’t really follow anime/manga

↠ chapter summary: it's time to discuss business that could push bonten further into riches. (y/n) and ran spend time together, which ran begins to questions his feelings for her.

↠ a/n: *pats self on back for finally updating after years* but seriously thinking about moving this on ao3, but i'm not sure yet.

[ &. playlist + aesthetic ]

[ &. previous + masterlist + taglist form ]

— tags: @misss-chrisss @indiecursor @maydayaisha @po3ticb3auty @gemimaya @massivelynervousprincess @erentoes @hufflefluffwh0re @todo7roki @littlemochi @xngelsau

RAN EYES STARED AT THE IGNORANT MALE IN FRONT OF HIM. He couldn’t believe he had to sit here and listen to him talk especially considering his words of disrespect a couple of days ago. Shuya Sato stood in front of Bonten members in one of Shao’s mom's restaurants. His eyes going towards Ran gave him the most charming smile that Ran wanted to slap off his face so bad. As he sipped at the brown alcohol in his glass, he loosened the red-colored tie around his neck waiting for the first official meeting with members of Sato yakuza and Bonten to start.

But it was quite different. Shao mentioned to them that they wanted Karma and Kakucho’s fiancé Aisha at the meeting also. Occasionally the two women were dragged into Bonten activities unexpectedly, but never in a planned way.

“I would like to formally introduce myself, I’m Shuya Sato. Shao’s half brother, actual heir of this yakuza.” Shuya respectively bowed in front of his guests before continuing. “Shao has updated me on everything about you guys. I’ve grown to respect the way you handle things.”

It seemed like Shao and Ran had the same puzzled expression on their faces considering that Shuya didn’t say that beforehand.

“Would you cut to the point already, I’m growing bored,” Mikey huffed as his eyes looked at Shuya.

Shuya stared at Mikey before sighing and going to grab the iPads from across the room. He handed each member of Bonten one. Ran’s eyes were beyond confused as he stared at an art museum.

“Stealing artwork isn’t particularly our cup of tea pretty boy,” Sanzu uttered as he toyed with the rings on his fingers.

Shuya's teeth got caught on his lip as he rolled his eyes before speaking. “Who are you guys' biggest enemies right now?”

“We have a lot of enemies,” Kakucho pointed out as he looked at Shao then at Shuya.

“I mean, don’t we all,” Shuya answered. “But there gotta be some competition you’re trying to take out, right?” Shuya questioned.

“Dude, could you just get to the point here,” Shao uttered from the back as he was waiting for his brother to explain the same plan he told to him.

Shuya rolled his eyes. “I wanted to give a dramatic speech but anyway I got caught up with you guys' slightly amateur work.”

“Excuse me?” Mikey asked. His head tilted to the side to glare at Shuya.

Shuya let out another sigh due to him being interrupted once again. His large hands shoved into his nicely tailored slacks before he’s speaking again, “Your work is amateur. If you guys worked smarter, the police wouldn’t constantly be snooping around you guys all the time.” Shuya bluntly admitted. “Now gentlemen and ladies,” he motioned to the group in front of him.

Ran could see the pissed-off looks from every one of his colleagues. Even Karma looked like she wanted to chew the guy’s head off.

“I want to make every one of us in this room rich,” Shuya flashed a smile before picking up an iPad swiping something on it and showing them a picture of a sculpture. “This sculpture right here beholds the whole Yakuma yakuza reserves. I’m talking about funds for drugs, guns, stocks, hush money, and the list goes on,” He explained.

Ran would swipe to the picture of the heart-shaped sculpture that displayed signs of a broken heart syndrome. It was a unique sculpture and he would even say that [Y/N] would be satisfied with it. Perhaps she would be interested in seeing the whole museum.

“It’s quite smart to hide their funds in a museum, but how the hell would their funds be in that fuckin’ thing?” Mochi questioned. “How’d you know it’s in there?”

“Let’s just say, when you’re in between the legs of the daughter of the boss…She tends to kiss and tell,” Shuya winked.

“You’re disgusting,” Aisha says as she was sitting on Kakucho’s lap, her face scrunched up in disgust.

“I know,” Shuya huffs. “To answer your question Mochi, it’s a flash drive carved inside it that has account numbers of each bank account where money is stored.”

“Why should we trust you saying that they left their funds in that silly sculpture?” Ran asked as he leaned forward.

“I’ve been planning this heist for months now, I could have hired a team to do it myself…but here I am telling you guys,” Shuya sighed, staring at him. “Plus, my brother in the back said that this could push all of us to the top of Japan.”

“You called us amateurs and now tell us you want to steal a sculpture that the Yakuma yakuza is going to know is gone. This is going to get too messy and I don’t think it’s right to associate us with this heist,” Mikey confirmed.

The wicked laugh that left Shuya’s mouth made Ran roll his eyes in annoyance.

“I didn’t invite your other subordinates if I didn’t plan this correctly.” Shuya sighed.

He’s pacing back and forth now before he’s back talking, “Karma here is going to be our hacker, assuming that she can make fake security ID cards to get in the museum and hack the security system,” Shuya motioned to the woman who would only shrug her shoulders.

“That’s easy work right there. Of course, I can do that,” She says, letting out a laugh.

“And Mikey, I’m not dumb. I went to NYU,” Shuya affirmed.

“And dropped out,” Shao added.

“Oh shut up Shao,” Shuya said as a knock was heard on the door. Shuya’s lips curled into a smirk and Ran didn’t like the look. He watched as he unlocked the door letting [Y/N] in.

What was she doing here?

As Ran watched as she walked next to Shuya, Ran began to piece the pieces together. His heart quickened in his chest. He tried to push her further away from his Bonten lifestyle. But Shuya and Shao tugged her right into it. He was more upset at Shao than Shuya. It was something to expect from Shuya, but Shao. Why would he agree to this?

“She’s going to create a replica of the sculpture. My lovely friend [Y/N], Shuya's arms wrapped around her shoulders as she nudged them off to take a seat.

“The only problem we’ll have is safely transporting both the real and fake one to be able to make the switch successful,” Shuya says. “And when we do, that’s when you come in,” He points to Aisha. “You own a bank or two, we’re gonna have to transfer every single damn penny in the accounts to different accounts. Bitcoin, fake charities, hiding it in plain sight to cover our tracks,” Shuya explained as he looked at him. “We wait a couple of months before splitting it in half between Bonten and us,” he motioned to him, his brother, and [Y/N].

“And if these plans go to shit?” Mikey questioned.

“We’ll take the full blame for it, Bonten wasn’t involved,” Shuya admits. “However, it’s not going to go to shit because I planned it so well. From having some of my brother and I men working in the museum to even paying some cops under the table.” He adds. “All we need to be sure is to transport the replica to and from the museum safely without getting caught. Which due to us doing it at night, we won’t. [Y/N] has already started the sculptures, but we’re not doing it until two weeks from now.”

“But that’s all for now folks, try not to get in any problems with the Yakuma yakuza,” Shao adds. “Hypothetically if shit hits the fan they’re going to come to us ten times harder,” he sighs.

When the meeting was over and many Bonten members left, Ran stood up and approached Shao who was searching for the keys to the restaurant to lock up the place. When he felt Ran’s presence in front of him, he glanced up. “Before you lecture me about tugging her into this, it wasn’t my idea.”

“You could have talked her out of it or talked your annoying brother out of it. Are you fuckin’ insane?” Ran questioned. Even though his words came out as a whisper to keep the conversation private, his tone was still assertive.

Shao’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion at Ran’s tone. “Firstly, tone it down. Secondly, if you knew (Y/N) as I do, you would know when she puts her mind to something, she’s not going to let it go until it’s done.” He explained. “Stop trying to make it seem like I pulled her into our dangerous world all alone. You knew what you were doing when you accepted to be her model for her project.” Shao answered.

“Excuse me?” Ran questioned as his fist clenched tighter.

Shao’s next words which were going to be very harsh were interrupted by his older brother. Shuya would push the two apart, “Nope. I’m not having you two arguing weeks before this plan. I take full responsibility for asking her if she wants to do it. She could have said no, but she didn’t. Maybe, you should talk to her yourself.” The eldest Sato brother suggested.

“I swear to fuckin’ god if she gets hurt—”

“You’re killing us both, this isn’t the first time we’ve been threatened. Spare us the cliche line and go talk to her.” Shuya interjected.

Ran would push past the two to exit the restaurant, which was just his luck he saw (Y/N) leaning against his car waiting for him. He walked towards her rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I don’t want you involved in this,” Ran sighed as he looked at her.

“It’s not your decision to make,” [Y/N] commented as she looked at him.

“Then enlighten me on why the hell you’re doing this? Is it money? [Y/N] you know I can give you that,” Ran stared at her and he even could feel his hands shake at the words that tumbled out his mouth.

Perhaps he feared something would happen to her.

“I know you would, but it just wouldn’t feel right. You’re already a model for this freakin’ project, I can’t take your money also.” [Y/N] says as she takes a hold of his hand. “But I have my reasons.” She only says.

“And those reasons are?” Ran asked.

“I would rather show you,” She says as she gives him a sly smile. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at him, “Do you know the way to my university from here?” She questioned.

“I believe so,” Ran said as he watch her let go of his hand.

“Let’s go, I reserved the art room for us at my university. I think it’s time you step into my world for once.”

“What?” Ran questioned as she was climbing in the passenger seat of his car.

SCHOOL WASN’T RAN’S THING, THIS ATMOSPHERE WAS EXTREMELY FOREIGN TO HIM. His eyes scanned over the artwork on the walls as they were walking down the halls of the art building, he was in awe at his new surroundings while [Y/N] was dragging him by the sleeve of his shirt. When they got to the art room that she reserved, he watched her unlock the door and motioned for him to step in. When the lights flickered on and Ran saw the replica of the same sculpture they were supposed to steal in two weeks.

“Holy shit,” Ran uttered in amazement. “It looks just the same,” he added as he circled it.

“I know right, it didn’t take that long considering the size. But, I think it’ll be a good stand-in for the original.” [Y/N] says as she lets out a sigh. “I was afraid to move it, so Shao suggested keeping it here.”

“But isn’t someone going to see it?” Ran questioned.

“I reserved this room for a month to do my final project. When the janitors come in here and clean, I just put a Lil blanket over it.” She motions to the closet.

“So, this is the room where we’ll be doing my sculpture of you. I’m sure you won’t have any problems navigating around campus when I tell you to meet me here now,” (Y/N) says as she would grab a hold of one of the aprons and tug it over her head. She reached behind herself to tie a knot with the two strings.

Ran sat on one of the stools watching her walking around the room. His head prompted on his hand as his lilac hues seem to follow her walking back and forth like a lovesick fool. “So, it’s really okay for me to just be naked in this room?” He questioned.

“There aren't any cameras in this room. Plus, technically I’ll be covering your lil friend for the sculpture.” She motioned to his crotch.

“Those silly Greek statues just have it all out though,” Ran pointed out, gaining a chuckle from her.

“You said it yourself that it wasn’t little Ran. I don’t think my professor wants to have your dick plastered in her mind when she sees my sculpture.” (Y/N) says as she grabbed another apron and gave it to him. “Today, you will be my student,” she joked.

“What? I’m not dressed to work with you,” Ran says.

“So? Just take off the jacket.”

Ran stared at her before he took off the suit jacket. He also unbuttoned the vest portion of it, throwing it on the coat rack. He soon rolled up his sleeves to the white button-down shirt he had on. He took the apron out of her hand and put it on quickly. “If the guys see me like this, they’ll probably laugh.” He joked sitting back down on the stool.

“Just wait until they see the sculpture,” She chuckles at his statement before she’s going to the supply closet to pull out stuff. “Originally, we were going to start the sculpture of you. However, I had to order more plasticine.”

“What is that?” Ran questioned. Similar to when she asked questions about Bonten, he was curious to ask questions about her world. After all, he currently is, according to her.

“It’s a type of clay used for sculpting. I mean, I could use other clays, but that’s the preferred one for sculptures.” (Y/N) answered as she tugged containers of stuff. “I’m assuming you never took a pottery class before?”

“Does it look like I took a pottery class before?” Ran asked.

“Fair point, just thought gangstas have other hobbies,” (Y/N) pointed out as she had her back turned to start making clay. “Do you have other hobbies?”

Ran stood up to stand near her, he stared at her as she was mixing the substance. “I don’t know, don’t think I had time to have hobbies growing up. Other than being a delinquent with my brother.” He answered.

“It’s not too late to start you know,” (Y/N) pointed out as she glanced up at him. “My mom was pregnant with me when she got into pottery,” She adds. “She didn’t know anything about art, just thought it would be fun to pick up that hobby.”

“And then she gave birth to an artist,” Ran pointed out, causing her to smile.

“Something like that.” (Y/N) says.

As the two continued to talk and soon the mini pottery lesson started, Ran would listen to (Y/N) explain to him what he had to do. She sat across from him as he was sitting in front of the pottery wheel. “Don’t push your foot down too harshly or you can mess up,” she says. “If you feel the clay drying up, add water.” She adds.

Ran teeth grazed alongside his lip as he was listening. He was nervous that he was going to mess up. But she was sure to remind him that it’ll be okay. Artists mess up all the time.

“I’ll help guide you through,” She gave him a smile that caused his cheeks to grow hot when he looked at him.

“Uhh, okay. I think I understand now,” Ran responded.

When the two started the pottery class, subtle jokes were being made and low laughter was exchanged. Ran found himself staring at (Y/N) once in a while as she was trying to focus on the pottery project in front of her.

“You’re going to mess up if you keep staring,” She pointed out as she met his eye contact.

Ran’s foot eased up on the paddle that increased the speed of the pottery wheel. (Y/N) glanced up at him with a confused look, “What’s wrong, Ran?”

“I appreciate you letting me step into your world.” Ran commented.

“Please, it’s the least I can do now that I’m a part of yours.” (Y/N) answered.

“But why?”

“Why what?”

“Why be a part of my world? It’s dangerous, you can get hurt,” Ran said. “And I would hate for that to happen,” He answered truthfully. “I know you said you wouldn’t accept my money, but I just can’t wrap my head around what would be the reason.”

“I’m moving to Berlin after I graduate.” (Y/N) blurted out. She found herself looking at the mess of a pottery piece they were attempting to do.

“Berlin?” Ran questioned.

“I was offered a position. I just thought this job could help me be set for Berlin and other things I want to do about my art career.” She admitted.

For some reason, Ran felt a dagger puncture his heart. His throat went dry and his words instantly became like mush in his brain. Berlin. She was moving to Berlin. He got so caught up in the moment that he forgot that she only got tugged into his chaotic world due to school in the first place.

“Congratulations.” was the only thing that could stutter out of Ran’s lips.

“Ran, I know. I should have told you before Shao and his brother, but I was just searching for how to tell you.” (Y/N) admitted. “Considering the circumstances of what happened that night when we went out, I already knew that it would hurt you.”

“We kissed and it felt real, a little too real.” (Y/N) answered. “As if it could have happened if alcohol wasn’t involved.” She soon adds.

“Well, would you have wanted it to happen if we weren’t drunk out of our minds?” Ran asked.

Silence overcame the two once again before they could hear someone coming into the room, (Y/N)’s eyes instantly landed behind Ran. Automatically pushing herself out of her seat to clean her hands.

“Professor Jackson, I didn’t know-“

“Here is one of the best students in my class, I had a feeling she would be spending her free time here.” Professor Jackson bragged. She had a young man standing next to her.

His hair was long, dyed two colors. Black and blonde, the back of his head were blonde and the rest was jet black. He had the notorious look of a rich boy that was in a band. His long strands were tucked back into a man bun giving the duo a good look at his defining features. His eyes were as dark as a cup of coffee. His plush lips only formed a subtle shy smile. He wore a cream-colored sweater and some light-colored jeans, followed up with a pair of Converses. His fingers were decorated with silver rings and multiple finger tattoos.

“I didn’t know you had a guest with you (Y/N), I should have knocked.” Professor Jackson said.

(Y/N) cleared her throat before motioning to Ran who was washing his hands at the sink. “That’s my model for my final project. I just was letting him get a feel of our world,” She says letting out a nervous giggle.

“Oh, well that’s wonderful.” Professor Jackson replied. “And this is the newest student in the art program Asahi Hasegawa, he’ll be shadowing you for a day or two next week.”

“Shadowing?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yes, he has shadowed every graduate student I have, except for you. He could help with making clay for your lovely sculpture of that very handsome man next to you.”

Ran couldn’t help but smirk, giving the older woman a smile which she returned. His eyes soon went towards Asahi who seemed to be avoiding eye contact with both Ran and (Y/N). Perhaps, he was a bit shy.

“Well, that would work. I can’t wait to work with you Asahi,” (Y/N) says to him to gain his attention.

When he looked at her, he only mumbled a soft you too as his face grew red as a red delicious apple. Professor Jackson pats him on the back before laughing, “Well, I just wanted to show him the private art rooms, please continue what you two were doing.”

Professor Jackson left with Asahi not far behind her like a small puppy following its owner.

“You know it seems like attractive men just stick to you,” Ran jokes as he goes to wash his hands.

“You think?” (Y/N) sarcastically asked.

“Yes. Me, The Sato’s, and now your little student.” He chuckles while drying his hands. “Speaking of the Sato’s, you can trust them, right? It’s just if shit goes left…Bonten will cut off ties with them with a quickness.”

“Of course. Three days ago, I witnessed them fighting.” (Y/N) answered as she was cleaning the mess they had made. “And it wasn’t like bickering or something. They were going to kill each other.”

“And you don’t think Shuya is going to backstab us with this plan?” Ran asked. “Cause’ if he does, I have no choice but to handle him myself and if Shao gets involved, I can always get Sanzu or Rin to handle him..”

He watched as (Y/N) stared at him, her lips parting to question what he just said. “I don’t think he will because right after they fought each other, they headed to another district to collect some money as if they didn’t nearly just kill each other. It’s as if they put their differences aside to make sure their family name isn’t tarnished.” She answered. “I just think their brotherly love is much different than yours and Rin,” she adds.

Now it was time for Ran to be silent. As he leaned against one of the counters staring at the woman in front of him.

“You’re quite close to them now? I would hate for either one of them to steal you away from me,” Ran admitted to her. His bluntness jabbed at (Y/N) harshly.

“I’m not yours.” (Y/N) answered quite quickly.

“Not yet.” Ran add.

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banqdanfnfic · 3 years

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which, as they kiss, consume | jjk

you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader

genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut

word count: 4k

warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare

♫ : Streets by Doja Cat, Candy by Doja Cat

♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard

He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.

“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.

“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.

It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.

The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.

“Are you sure?”

You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.

You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.

For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.

Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.

After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.

Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.

Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.

The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.

You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.

His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.

“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.

This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.

Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.

To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.

The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.

A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.

He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.

“Hey are you okay?”

You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.

But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.

You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.

It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.

“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.

“Me too”

It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.

“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”

He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.

“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.

Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.

Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.

Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.

He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.

It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.

Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.

“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.

You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.

You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.

After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.

The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.

"I'm going to start", he says shyly.

You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.

It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.

Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.

After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.

"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.

"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.

"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.

Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.

The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.

You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.

You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.

He fishes out a mirror for you to look.

"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.

"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.

"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.

The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.

Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.

As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.

He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.

He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.

"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you

"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".

He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.

which, as they kiss, consume

"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.

"That's… hot"

You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.

"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.

His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.

While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.

He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.

As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.

His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.

He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.

Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.

Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.

He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.

You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.

He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.

His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.

Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.

He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.

He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.

He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.

"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.

Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.

"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.

He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.

He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.

Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.

He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.

In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.

Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.

By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.

"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.

"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.

He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.

"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.

"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".

You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".

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a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.

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untaemedqueen · 3 years

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 28.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings In This Chapter: Use Of A Sex Toy, Lactation Kink, Degradation, Daddy Kink, Begging, Sex Over A Desk, Bratty!OC, Dom!Yoongi, Mentions Of The Color System, Sex Against A Window, Exhibitionism, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie, Insecure!Yoongi

A/N: I’m back from vacation. Here is your weekly dose of Yoongles. Also big ups to my ladies @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna. Love yall.

Why do people even get married? If you had it your way you would just get married at City Hall with your parents and best friends. But getting married to a CEO is never that easy. Combine that with your raging hormones, sore back and ankles, and your overbearing, over the top best friend… it's all a bit much to handle. Not to mention now that everyone knows who you are, you have eyes on you at all times.

Although, you know how happy Yoongi is about all of this. You can see how he radiates joy with each step as you walk hand in hand together out in public. That pretty much makes it all worth it.

"I'm allergic to coconut," Yoongi breathes out, pushing the plate of wedding cake in front of him away.

You hum in agreement, leaning back into the plush armchair.

"They're all so good, I don't know what to pick." you say truthfully, looking over the multitude of wedding cake samples that are spread across the exorbitantly large dining room table.

"Well, you have… twenty minutes to figure it out." Leena notifies you from the other end of the room.

"You know, you're like a drill sergeant or something," you murmur.

You can hear Yoongi's gentle snigger when she narrows her eyes at you. "My perfect, amazing, gorgeous best friend is only getting married once. It has to be the event of a lifetime. So strap in and call me General Matrimony."

"Hear, hear." your fiance agrees smothering your cheek with a kiss.

"In my opinion the double chocolate fudge with marshmallow Swiss buttercream is the best." Leena decides, pointing to the cake in the middle of the table.

"Too sweet." you and the CEO reply at the same time.

She sneers at your combined cuteness.

"Are we trying to be disgustingly decadent or classy?" Yoongi quips to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

Leaning your temple against him, your cheeks puff out in thought. "Disgustingly classy?"

Leena points at you with her gold pen. "Love that."

The CEO snorts loudly, running the tip of his nose over your temple.

"If we're being disgustingly classy, we should do the chocolate chiffon cake with the light white raspberry filling." you announce, pointing at the cake in front of you.

"That was really good," Yoongi agrees, planting his hand on your protruding stomach.

Leena looks up at you over her clipboard impressed. "If I knew you were gonna turn into some hoity toity queen, Miss Thing -- I would have shoved you at Yoongi a long time ago." she jeers.

You roll your eyes with a laugh before wincing at a kick that's just a bit too tender on the ribs.

"Honggi. Relax, buddy." Yoongi mutters in your direction.

You had decided on a name last night. It honestly didn't take you long at all. You and your fiance are always on the same page.

Honggi is a powerful name and Yoongi's son should have that prowess and power behind him.

Yoongi came to love the simple word almost immediately and even when you were drifting off to sleep, you could hear the CEO murmuring semblances of the name.

When Leena looks over you both, her sharp and intense features begin to soften. "God, you guys are cute. It's fucking disgusting." she whines, sipping her champagne.

Shaking his head with a laugh your soon-to-be husband seems to agree. "I'm not the one who brings the cuteness here." he chirps, running his thumb in loving strokes over your distended skin.

Leena gives you a moment or two to calm down before hardening her gaze and tapping the famed clipboard with her pen. "Floral arrangements, come on folks! We don't have time!"

"Wedding tyrant." Yoongi breathes playfully, earning a snort from you.

"Good morning, Sir." Shea calls to Yoongi as he gets out of the elevator.

"Hey, Shea. Mornin'." the CEO mutters, running his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

It was no secret that after the unfortunate incident with his mother, you started to despise Kira. You never said anything of course, you were too kind for that. But Yoongi knew, he always knows. So he did what he thought was best and let her go. He did however give her a gigantic 'keep quiet' sum of money as well as having her sign a NDA. He wasn't about to let the woman that's kept him company many times throughout many years go blabbering at the mouth due to being disgruntled.

"You have two meetings today and then after lunch you have a few contracts to sign." Shea explains.

Yoongi likes that she's strictly business. And more importantly, she doesn't look at him like he's a piece of meat on sale at the butchers.

"Thanks." he breathes, picking up his coffee from the reception desk.

"Oh! And your fiance called!" she beams.

He knows she's a fan of your artwork and just the mention of you has both of them smiling like idiots. Nothing like simping to start off the day.

"Oh? Is she okay?" he inquires, pulling out his phone.

"She said she's bringing you lunch, so don't eat." Shea instructs.

He hums thoughtfully. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky. Huh?" he quips, heading towards his office.

The day goes by slower and slower with each passing minute. He equates it to being away from you and his son if he's being honest.

The meetings are all the same. Boring and tedious with glasses of whisky to take the boredom even slightly away.

The old men that seem to run the company beneath him have more to say about the project managers than their own jobs. It's almost baffling.

But when Yoongi gets the solace of being in his exorbitantly large office again on his own, he finds peace there.

Shea wasn't too forthcoming with just how many contracts he has to sign and the stack of them on his desk makes his eye twitch.

"God, when is lunch?" he breathes, turning around in his large chair to look at the sonogram painting of his son you so artfully created.

Digging into his suit pocket, he looks for the trusty gold pen he uses to sign documents -- but he feels something else first. It's small, fitting in his palm and his eyebrows furrow. When he pulls it out, he can't say he isn't confused.

You did pick out his suit this morning, much like you do every morning but he's never had a remote in his pocket before.

Picking up his phone, he's immediately intrigued.

The phone rings loudly in his ear and suddenly he's forgotten all about work.

"Hello?"

"Little dove." his voice sounds confused and playful at best.

He examines the small black remote, having no idea what on Earth it's for.

"Yeah?" you quip back.

"I found a remote in my pocket. Any idea why?" he prods, his eyebrows flickering up expectantly.

The hum of uncertainty you give makes him all the more curious.

"No. Why is there a remote in your pocket? Did you take the garage remote instead of your car key?" you inquire.

It's simply ridiculous but now he's questioning himself. "What? No! Then how would I have gotten to work?"

He presses the 'On' button and flips it over in his hand expectantly.

"Oh God," you whisper softly.

"You okay? Is Honggi kicking a lot?" Yoongi asks, putting down the remote to give you his full attention.

"N-No. I was just surprised. I'm in the car, now on my way over to your office."

Your voice sounds breathless and strange all at once and for the first time… probably ever -- Yoongi doesn't take it sexually. "You better tell Minho to be careful driving, you hear me?"

"Mhm." you gasp softly.

"Well if you didn't put this thing in my pocket, I don't know how it got here then." Yoongi murmurs, pushing more buttons on it curiously.

"Oh my God, Minho drive faster!" you squeak out.

The CEO is completely at odds with what's happening. "You alright?" he inquires curiously.

"I just really need to… pee." you babble.

You sound dazed and lost, even needy all of a sudden.

"I'm sure. Honggi is getting big." your fiance agrees, drawing imperfect shapes on his desk with the tip of his finger.

"I'm here. I'll be right up, Daddy." you whimper, hanging up on him.

He pulls the phone away from his ear, eyebrows completely furrowing. "What's wrong with her?" he bleats.

He's signed a total of three documents by the time you make it upstairs.

Just hearing your sweet voice interacting with Shea in the far distance sends his heart absolutely pounding with excitement. Seeing you sometimes gives him the adrenaline of bungee jumping or cliff diving.

When the doors of his office burst open, he can't help the gummy smile that spreads over his features.

He takes in your attire and suddenly he's confused. You're wearing a stylish black trench coat that flourishes out at the bottom, but he can't see the dress you're wearing beneath it.

"What dress are you wearing that doesn't cover your mid thighs?" he asks, pushing back his desk chair to stand up tall.

Your fingers are shaking and you hurriedly slam the door shut. When you lock the both of you inside his large office, he knows something is weird.

"Y/N?"

Turning around to him with your back flush to the door, he can see how colored your cheeks are. Your lips are parted like your gasping for breath and your eyes are low with lustful intentions.

He finds something in his gut stirring at the sight of you.

"Baby? You okay?" he prods, rounding his desk.

Your fingers fumble with the belt around your belly which keeps the trenchcoat in place.

It's almost amusing how flustered you are.

You don't seem to be in any pain and Yoongi takes this all in as strange.

He leans back against the desk, waiting patiently for you to reply.

"I'm fine!" you assure him, shoving open the coat.

If his eyes could widen any larger, they'd probably pop out of his head.

You stand before him, scantily clad in thin, lace lingerie.

"Baby!" he gawks, rushing towards you to cover you up.

He can't help the way his cock begins to stir below the belt at the sight of you.

"What're you doing?" he hisses, gripping both sides of the trench coat.

You whimper gently, hooking your hand around his neck to pull him down to your height. He allows you to kiss him, he can feel the fervent need coming from your lips. His hands slowly slide from the coat to beneath it, feeling the soft skin of your belly.

"Want you," you gasp, pulling one of his hands between your thighs.

He can feel the vibrations against his fingertips and it all makes sense now. He groans loudly, pulling you back in for a fierce and passionate kiss.

His teeth nibble gently at your bottom lip and in all honesty, he's astounded by your forwardness. It's rare to see you like this but when your hormones are raging and in charge of your brain… who is he to stop you?

"You naughty little dove." he jeers, pulling you towards his desk.

"What's got you so playful today?" he inquires, pushing the multitude of contract folders aside.

He helps you up onto the desk, spreading your legs with a wanton groan.

The clit and g-spot vibrating sex toy you had recently spoken about sits between your sodden pussy lips. Yoongi can see how wet you are through the thin lingerie and it makes his heart beat faster at the sight.

"Just wanted to," you whimper, spreading your legs wider.

Stepping between your limbs, his hands can't seem to separate from your soft skin. Reluctantly, he leaves your belly to tug down the cups of your bra. Your breasts spring out, swaying and dribbling milk languidly.

"You're leaking milk in public, like a little cum slut."

His dominance is overwhelming to your senses and you can only nod fervently in agreement.

"I'm your cum slut. I'm yours." you babble, wrapping your hand around his tie and pulling him towards you.

It's not like this extreme horniness has come from nowhere. In fact, you've been in pain from kicks and punches from your growing son for a week or so now and the one day you don't feel any pain at all -- the most pressing horniness you've ever felt has overcome you.

His lips are soft and warm against yours. They draw you in like a fly to honey and you're enraptured with the man you're in love with.

"I never thought you'd turn up at my office like this, little dove." Yoongi murmurs, pressing soft kisses to the column of your neck.

"I'm so horny, I'm going to pass out!" you complain, reaching for his belt.

He can hear the sheer neediness in your voice and it sends him into overdrive.

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. Don't worry." he assures you, cupping your breasts and gingerly swiping his thumbs across your leaking nipples until you're sobbing with relief.

"D-Daddy!" you whine, unbuckling his belt.

The way your voice peaks makes his eyes immediately rise to the double doors of his office.

"You're gonna have to be a little quieter for me, babe. I'm at work." he murmurs, kissing your lips softly.

You whimper, giving him an understanding nod.

"Good girl," your fiance praises, wrapping his lips around your nipple.

Your hand cups your mouth when you gasp loudly. Shaking like a leaf, your body is quite literally vibrating with sexual need.

He sighs gently against you, adoring you for all you're worth. One hand pinches and rolls your forsaken nipple while the other caresses your stomach.

The vibrating with you seems to only get faster and you're so stimulated that fat tears of pleasure begin to roll down your cheeks.

"Feels good, little dove?" Yoongi coos around your nipple, enmeshing his fingers into the sides of your underwear. In mere seconds it becomes strings in his hands. He groans against your skin gently, tucking your destroyed undergarments into his suit pants pocket.

"S-So good! Fuck," you moan, shoving down his pants.

The sight before you has you licking your lips expectantly. His cock is already throbbing with need and it's a welcome sight.

One thing you can always count on with Yoongi is his complete and utter patience when it comes to pleasing you. His cock could be fucking purple with need and he would still take his time making sure you're satisfied first.

His fingers run over the smooth silicon of the sex toy and he shivers visibly at the vibrations. "How's it feel, baby? You like the new toy?" he inquires, kissing over the valley of your breasts.

You hum in agreement, lifting your hips slightly begging him to touch you.

You can feel your veins coursing with white hot pleasure, it feels like electricity firing through every pore in your body.

When his fingers slide over your opening, he can't help but choke on a moan. "God, your cunt is soaked. Shit." he curses, dipping a finger into your heat.

"You're gaping for my cock, Jesus Christ." he breathes out.

Yoongi knows he probably isn't going to last long. It's been awhile since you've fucked and his hand is nothing compared to being inside of you. Combine that with the new vibrator inside you, it's definitely going to be a tough feat.

"Fuck me over the desk like an animal!" you beg of your soon-to-be husband.

His eyes seem to widen at your forwardness but he can't say he doesn't love it.

"Anything for you, baby girl."

Your whimpers of anticipation have his bottom lip tucking tightly between his teeth.

"How'd I get so lucky to have such a gorgeous woman as my wife? Huh?" he whispers, running his hands over your back and sides.

You don't answer him, only pushing your hips back and wiggling your ass to show just how needy you are.

"I'm coming baby, relax." he promises, palming both globes of your ass in hand.

Your breathing is shallow and your mind is swimming as you wait for him. The vibrations against your most sensitive parts feel so amazing, so raw but it's not enough -- you want his consent to cum. You need it.

Yoongi picks up the small remote, testing the speeds and he realizes which you like more depending on your breathing and small moans. He's toying with you right now, enjoying the obscene amounts of arousal dripping down your soft, fleshy thighs.

His eyes are focused on your cunt, watching from behind as it twitches and spasms around the small device inside of you.

"Daddy, please!" you whine, lifting your head to look back at him.

When you do look back, you see his cock flat on his palm. He pumps it in hand a few times, cursing gently at the sight before him.

"Aren't you just a pretty little pregnant whore for me?" he quips, running his hand from your back to cup your stomach.

The weight of your belly in his hand has him almost in a frenzy then. Pressing the weeping head of his cock to your entrance, his lips press into a thin, hard line when he feels the vibrating sensations flow through him.

"Oh fuck," he hisses softly, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Yes!" you breathe out, pushing back to welcome him into your swollen cunt.

He groans then, welcoming your warm heat around him inch by inch.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl. Jesus." he moans, taking a moment for you to adjust to his size.

Grabbing the remote once more, he turns it onto the fastest speed and the gasps you collectively emit seem to sound like they're all around you.

He's forgotten he's at work, he's forgotten what he's supposed to be doing because the most important thing right now is you -- and your swollen, greedy sex is all he needs.

With the pleasurable vibrations added, all Yoongi wants to do is fuck you so hard that you'll both cum and be pleased in minutes. But he's never been the type to leave a sexual experience so early.

Folding over, his chest presses to your back and his fingers intertwine with yours.

His lips feel like heaven against your warm, flushed skin. He suckles small marks against the side of your throat, coloring you as his own.

His thrusts are hard and filling but slow. He'd give anything to hear skin slapping against skin right now but then he's reminded that he's at work.

Your hands grip harder onto the edge of the desk as you rut back against him.

"Your cock is so big," you whine, closing your eyes to become enraptured in the whole experience.

"Yeah? You like my big cock in this pregnant cunt?"

You nod fervently, trying to bite back the loud moans that threaten to tear past your lips. It's all too much and suddenly your orgasm is approaching like a rapid waterfall.

"Don't you dare," your fiance threatens, lifting himself up and gripping the back of your neck.

"Please Daddy. Need to cum," you beg, feeling your body quake with the ever pressing need of relief.

"Oh no, I don't think so. You show up to my office, you wait until I say you can cum."

You whine in defiance, pushing your hips back against him harder and he's surprised at your brattiness.

"Don't you dare cum." he warns you.

Your eyebrows furrow with need and you couldn't care about the punishment you're going to recieve. You're honestly not sure what's come over you, you've never defied him before but right now it's getting you more excited to not listen to him.

Pushing past the control of his orgasms, you lose yourself on his cock. Your high is filled with galactic stars behind your eyelids and white noise filled ears.

"You brat," he gasps, pulling out of you.

It's a smug grin the spreads over your face now before your cringing at the overstimulation of the sex toy. He takes pity on you in that regard, shutting the toy off and pulling it out of you. Tossing it onto his desk, he points his finger in your direction. "You're in trouble." he breathes out, jerking his hard cock in hand.

Now that you've arrived back down to Earth, you're worried. You've never defied him before and you've never seen his wrath.

"You just woke up a brat today, didn't you?" he seethes, helping you stand back upright.

You pout, shaking your head quickly in hopes that he won't be too strict on you. His narrowed eyes chill you to the bone.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't help cumming. I was so horny. I'm sorry," you apologize profusely, running your hands over his clothed chest.

He hums unimpressed, combing his fingers through his hair.

"If only people knew what a cumwhore I have on my hands." he murmurs through his teeth.

You frown up at him, begging him to forgive you with puppy dog-like eyes.

"No. You don't get away with being a brat that easily," he deadpans.

Nodding to the large floor to ceiling windows, he taps his foot incessantly.

"Go stand by the window." he orders.

You look down at your naked body before looking back up at him in confusion.

"Wh-"

"What's your color?" he cuts you off, running his hand over your belly.

"G-Green," you chirp out, looking at the window.

"Then go stand up against the window." he instructs, beginning to stroke his cock once more.

"Why?" you inquire curiously, doing as told.

"So people can see what a cumwhore I have on my hands," he whispers into your ear. The heat of his breath has something unfurling inside of you once more.

Bracing your hands against the window, you turn back to look at him just in time to see him situating the vibrator between his fingers.

The quiet thrumming of the sex toy makes your breath hitch with anticipation.

"Spread your legs," your fiance commands, pressing his chest flush to your back.

You're so high up you're almost certain no one could see you but excitement still courses through you.

His hands wrap around you like strong chains and you hum in appreciation.

"I love you," you remind him, turning and kissing his cheek.

He softens at your words, kissing over your shoulder with his plush lips. "I love you too, brat." he murmurs.

His words make you snort gently but it's quickly cut off by a loud gasp. He presses his hand to your swollen clit and the smug grin he gives you sends a chill through your spine.

Your forehead presses to the chilly glass of the window and you mewl as his legs knock yours open farther.

His cock slides between your sodden folds a few times before entering back inside of you.

"Oh my God," you whine, backing your hips up to him.

"Pretty little thing," he praises, kissing over your neck. "What do you think, little dove? You think people can see me fucking your pregnant cunt from all the way down there?"

His thrusts become rougher and harder, cursing all the while.

The vibrations that ricochet through you are once again pushing you towards the edge at a surprisingly rapid pace.

"Don't even," he seethes, feeling how your cunt trembles around him.

His grunts and the sweet whispers of your name enrapture your ears.

The sight that greets Yoongi's eyes could make him almost blow his load in that very second.

"Your milk is leaking onto the glass, oh fuck." he whimpers, fucking into you harder and faster.

"Gonna cum!" you cry to him, scratching your nails against the window.

He doesn't even respond, chasing his own high as your cunt threatens to milk him for all he's worth.

"Oh little dove!" he gasps.

His thrusts become sloppier and his breath hitches at the prospect of cumming inside of you.

"Yoongi, please!" you beg, spreading your legs wider.

"You think you deserve it?" he quips, running his hand over your belly bump.

"Yes," you whimper, pushing back against him with each thrust.

"Cum." he commands, pressing his forehead into the junction between your neck and should.

He holds you up easily as you orgasm around him. You become a blubbering mess, crying out his name softly like a prayer.

"God, I love you." he seethes through his teeth.

His teeth clench down on his bottom lip as he cums, trying to quiet his final moans.

You both stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company.

"Are you upset with me?" Yoong inquires, pulling out of you slowly.

Your eyebrows furrow at his worried tone. "Huh? Not at all, why?"

"You never act bratty or defy me… Did I do something wrong?"

You've spoken about this before actually. Yoongi is prideful when it comes to your sub slash dom relationship. He beams with satisfaction knowing that he keeps you so pleased you don't act out of character. For you to have been just the slightest bit bratty, it probably shook up his confidence.

"No, it's just my hormones I think, I wanted to be a little sassy," you explain, sitting down on his lap when he beckons you.

He hums unsurely, hooking his chin over your shoulder. "I'm a good dom to you when we have sex, right?" he asks, kissing your temple.

"Always. You always make me feel safe and dominated," you promise, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He breathes a sigh of relief, looking down at the sex toy tossed casual aside on his desk. "Felt good," he murmurs, running his hands over your sides.

You give him a large smile, nodding in agreement. He can't help but snort at your joyful expression.

"Well regardless of your bratty hormones, I'm happy you came to distract me from my work." your fiance murmurs, pulling the cups of your bra back up.

"You're always happy to be distracted from work." you quip, combing your fingers through his hair.

He nods thoughtfully, letting his fingertips graze over your outer thigh. "Very true." he beams, kissing your shoulder.

When your skin begins to raise with goosebumps, he's quick to cover you with the trenchcoat you discarded a while ago in your sudden heat of passion.

It's your stomach that rumbles first with the need for food and sustenance before he acts accordingly also.

"Oh yeah, where's the lunch you promised me?" the CEO inquires, tying the belt of your coat back in place.

"I gave it to you." you reply with a wide smile.

He looks over at the window before shaking his head with a laugh. "Alright, that's it. Get your pretty butt to the car, I'm taking us home for lunch."

Just talking about food in general has you jumping up with excitement. "Are you coming back to work after?" you prod, watching as he pulls up his boxers and suit pants.

"Nah, I'll just take the contracts home with me now so I don't have to come back. Besides, I didn't correct your errant behavior like I wanted too." he whispers, pecking your lips softly.

Leaning back on the desk, your head begins to tilt. "Well, you should get all your punishment in before six. Leena is coming over to discuss place settings for the wedding."

He groans gently, fixing his suit jacket until it looks seemingly pristine. "Why are you best friends with a tyrant? Remind me again?"

Your giggle echoes through the large office and he adores the sound, it courses through him like new life.

Scooping up the contract folders, he looks over to the window before smiling to himself. "Y'know I'm never cleaning my window again, right?" he quips, watching as you pull open the doors to his office.

"That's disgusting," you quip back, holding out your engagement hand so he can hold it.

Kissing the top of your head, he laughs. "Yeah, I am."

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