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last updated: june 27, 2024

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Turn to Stone

❄ pairing: gorgon!jimin x elemental!reader

❄ genre: established relationship, supernatural au, smut [18+]

❄ summary: Childhood best friend turned boyfriend has only wanted one thing in his life, to be able to look you in the eyes without the risk of turning you into stone. The last (and only) time it occurred, it was nearly fatal for you but with your anniversary coming up, he’s willing to give it another go.

❄ wc: 8.4k

❄ warnings: cursing, mention of (possible) death/dying due to jimin’s powers, mention of potions and (actual) potion drinking, mention of nightmares, jimin wears sunglasses for most some of the fic ‘cause his gaze is killer (literally), reader generates ice (yes, like elsa), making out, breast play, marking (scratching, hickeys, biting, brusing), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), ice play, hair pulling, handjob, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie

❄ date: October 13, 2021

Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock on the far wall struck the seconds away. Just a few more, and class would finally be dismissed. Your boyfriend sat beside you, eyeing the clock just as anxiously, needing to get across campus for his next one and if he wanted to get his preferred seat (near the back but in the middle), he had to book it before the ogres got on the sidewalk. Sometimes he wishes he was a vampire bat like his friend, San, but unfortunately for him, he was just a gorgon.

“Come on,” Jimin grits, sweat beading on his hairline. The snakes on his head hiss and he shushes them before Dr. Frankie Stein finally dismisses the class.

“Finally!” Jimin huffs as he shoves his belongings into his bookbag, his hand reaching out for yours. You take it, all your books already shoved in your bookbag as you rise to your feet.

“I thought class would never end,” you complain as Jimin leads you down the hallway, chatter filling the hall as classes are dismissed all around you.

“I almost got up and left. I’d rather get a dirty look from Stein than have the ogres step on me. The last time I stood in their vicinity, one sneezed and I got covered in snot. Do you know how hard it is to get ogre snot out of snakes?” Jimin shudders at the memory, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his side.

“No?” you respond, narrowly avoiding a groaning zombie.

“It’s a whole affair, babe. I had to call my mother for help,” Jimin sighs heavily, shaking his head. He freezes when his sunglasses slide down his nose a mere millimeter, but that’s enough to cause panic. He quickly pushes them up, scolding himself for being so careless.

“How’s your mother?” You ask as you look at your boyfriend briefly before moving out of the way as a fairy flies by.

“She’s doing well,” Jimin states, quickening his pace when he hears the first thunderous step of the ogres on the sidewalk. He can see his arts and humanities building up ahead, and he nearly throws you over his shoulder in his panic to get there fast. “She’s looking forward to seeing us the day after our anniversary.”

“Oh? Do you have a surprise planned?” you tease, and Jimin’s snakes, Milo, Evie, Raythe, Hyde, and Levi hiss in your direction while Jimin tries (and fails) to bite back a smile.

“No, just dinner,” he fibs, his snakes swaying on top of his head. Jimin shushes them with a roll of his eyes, wishing he’d enchanted them to stay still this morning, but he was running late as always and hadn’t had the time. He was definitely regretting it now.

“Just dinner?” you ask, stepping into your building, taking the first left down a hallway to arrive at your classroom. You linger beside the door, out of the way of any students, as you reach forward to pet Milo. Jimin’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink, avoiding your gaze.

“Sounds like he’s keeping a secret, huh, Milo?” You ask sweetly. Milo bobs his head up and down in response, tongue sticking out in a hiss.

“Milo!” Jimin grits his teeth as he reaches into his bookbag, searching for a few moments before he’s taking out a small white spray bottle with a picture of a sleeping snake. “Time for a nap.”

“Goodnight Milo,” you whisper as Jimin sprays his hair and snakes. They yawn before settling on his head and he brushes them into place. He sighs, “I’ll be here after class, babe. We’ll get lunch together, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, pressing a kiss to his lips before he’s rushing off to his classroom. You watch him run down the hall, wondering what the big surprise is for your anniversary tomorrow. It would be Halloween, and you had planned to hand out candy to all the boys and ghouls before heading out to dinner, but knowing you’d be seeing his family the following day also meant your family would be present as well. Your mother, father, or sister hadn’t mentioned anything the last time you had spoken to them, which had been a few nights ago, so you couldn't help but be curious.

Halloween was a major holiday, and every year your university went all out in preparation. However, classes would still resume the day before, but you usually had a few days off after the holiday. You wonder why your parents hadn’t said anything about this year’s celebrations?

It was rather odd considering they lived next door to Jimin’s family, which was how you met over fifteen years ago. The two of you grew up together, thick as thieves and your families couldn’t keep the two of you apart, which was hard when your elemental powers came in at the age of seven.

Ice generation.

That was your elemental power, and if one more asshole called you Elsa, you’d freeze them. Okay, you probably wouldn’t because it was against school rules, but you’d freeze their book bag if they so dared. You’d gotten very good at controlling your powers, even being awarded a few prizes for entering contests and pageants throughout your years, and now you were capable of holding Jimin’s hand without freezing it. Although your hands were never truly warm for long, somehow Jimin managed to warm them up, leaving a trace of that warmth long after he’d let go.

Jimin.

His name alone is enough to put a smile on your face and an extra pep in your step. He’d been your best friend growing up, always by your side through the toughest times and through the better times. The poor boy had been caught up in your icy misadventures time and time again while you learned how to control your powers but even then, he never complained. Sure, once or twice as teens your tongues froze together after a few heated kisses in his bedroom but those were minor accidents… accidents his parents had to, unfortunately, witness when you had to call for help.

The both of you were glued at the hip since you could walk. Hell, it had been Jimin who had learned first and then held your hand when his wobbly legs settled and he wanted you beside him. It had always been Jimin, and it would always be Jimin at your side. Nothing could ever change that, not even after the incident.

The Incident. That’s what your families called it and nobody held any malice towards each other. After all, with the two of you together, it was bound to happen one day or another, either you to Jimin or he to you. It just happened to be Jimin to do it first, and that one time was enough for him to exceed great caution when it came to you. Caution that he still kept up out of fear of hurting you again, or worse, killing you.

It had been a normal fall day like any other. The wind blowing dead leaves off the trees into your yard, littering it in orange, reds, and yellows. The crunch beneath your boots had a satisfied smile on your lips as you jumped from leaf pile to leaf pile with Jimin at your side. Your powers had just started manifesting, so your hands were covered in winter gloves, but Jimin didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he wore a matching pair with your initials and his embroidered in a heart on the palm of his gloves.

Laughing and squealing, the two of you chased each other around the yard while your mothers conversed on the porch, your little sister on your mother’s lap, tugging at her dress to get her attention. However, it only took a second for your bone-chilling scream to cut through the air.

It had been an accident, only an accident, but that alone was enough to prove nearly fatal. It wasn’t like Jimin knew his powers were going to go haywire that day. After all, his snakes had been very docile as of late just like they had always been. You’d both gone in the direction of the biggest leaf pile in the center of the yard, running toward it from opposite directions, but you were both too excited to take turns and bumped into each other. Your head hurt, but you didn’t cry. In fact, you’d been happy to have cushioned Jimin’s fall, smiling at him when you placed your hand on his cheek to assure him you were fine.

That’s when it happened. Without warning, his eyes met yours and for a split second, they turned bright, flashing a neon green before you felt your fingers starting to harden. It quickly spread through your arm and that’s when you screamed out of fear. Terror rattled your bones as your mothers rushed toward you, little sister in tow, as they ran as fast as they could.

Jimin will never tell you how your terrified scream will echo in his nightmares on nights when you aren’t asleep by his side despite you forgiving him for it years ago and him working on forgiving himself, he’ll always hear your screams on his worst nights.

Jimin’s mother, Luna, acted quickly, ensuring your mother that you’d be fine. She scooped you up in her arms, telling her to look away from Jimin in fear that she or your little sister would fall under his gaze and suffer the same fate as you. Your mother, worried but trusting her friend, does as she’s told, shielding your sister’s eyes with her hand for extra protection. Tears of worry fill her eyes but they remain unshed, needing to put on a strong front so as to not cause you more panic.

“Jimin, come with me,” Luna instructed her son as she carried you in the direction of their home as quickly as possible. “You can come in a few minutes.” The words were directed at your mother, who sniffled and nodded in response, worried for her child and petrified of what could happen if an antidote wasn’t given.

Jimin ran after his mother, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he went, clinging to the hem of her dress as they stomped into the home, bypassing the living room to head straight for the kitchen. You froze in fear, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as your arm crackled and the stone seemed to spread higher. You knew if it spread to your heart, it would be the end of you. You were lucky Jimin’s power hadn’t settled in completely, or you’d have died in an instant.

“Come here, baby,” Jimin’s mother called to her son, opening a drawer in the kitchen and handing him a pair of sunglasses. She got down to his height, wiping his tears. “You are not to take these off under any circumstances when you’re not at home. Always keep extra pairs on you at all times, okay? We can’t have this happening again.”

Jimin nodded in understanding, his breath shaky as he put the sunglasses on, his world now tinted in blue. He met your gaze and you smiled at him weakly. Luna turned to you, handing you a tissue before she opened a first aid kit she kept on the counter at all times. She rifled through it for a moment as your mother walked in with your sister in tow on her hip.

“She’s going to be just fine,” Luna assured her as she grabbed a small vial with a blue liquid. “Open up, Y/n.”

You did so, drinking from the vial. The liquid tasted like blueberries, overtly tart with a sickeningly sweet scent. You gagged, coughing, and spluttering before you felt your arm go numb as the stone quickly receded. It took a minute or so for your arm to go back to normal, flexing your fingers and wiggling your wrist to see if you had full function of it. You did, and your mother instantly relaxed, standing by your side and plastering wet kisses all over your face.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you assured her as you wiped your cheeks. Your mother smiled, plopping down on a kitchen chair to rest her panicked body. Your sister was handed off to Luna as your mother fanned herself. “I have some extra vials here I’ll send home with you three,” Luna’s mom said as she rocked your sister gently. “It’ll help if Y/n ever freezes Jimin or someone by accident. As long as it doesn’t hit their heart, they can recover.”

“Thank you,” your mother whispered, hugging you again before releasing you. You immediately ran to Jimin, who was still crying. You wrapped your arms around him to give him a big squeeze.

“I’m alright, Jimin. Please don’t cry,” you stepped back to look at him, his sunglasses impeding you from seeing his eyes. You pouted. Would you never be able to look at them again? Your heart sank in your chest.

“I-I hurt you,” he sobs, his little fists rubbing his eyes as he tried to breathe but he just hiccupped instead.

“But your mommy fixed it. See,” you showed him your hand, but Jimin still cried and you hugged him again, your glove-clad hands petting his snakes, who seemed to also be pouting with him.

You held him for a long while, assuring him you were fine until eventually, he stopped crying. His streaky cheeks felt stiff, but that didn’t stop you from pressing your lips to his skin. His face flushed with heat, your mother's stifling knowing smiles when they shared a gaze.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jimin’s face so red before.

Jimin had dressed to the nines for your anniversary tonight. He’d spent hours in his bathroom in your shared apartment getting ready and now that you were blessed with his presence, you found it hard to keep your mouth from watering.

Jimin smirks, loving your reaction as he fixes his glasses and pats his breast pocket to make sure his backups are nestled inside. Tonight, his hair is slicked back, snakes enchanted to sleep and transformed into plain hair. He’d even added some colorful streaks to his blonde hair. Needless to say, Jimin looked good enough to eat… and you planned to do just that at the end of the night.

“Ready, beautiful?” he asks as he turns to face you, jaw-dropping when he takes in your appearance. You’ve worn a black dress with slits on both sides that nearly reach your hip, your breasts threaten to spill out of the sweetheart neckline, and your neck is adorned in a pearl necklace he gifted you for your birthday last year. Your hair falls in waves at your shoulders, your lips painted a ruby red, and your makeup bold and dark to match your dress. Jimin’s in love with you, that much he knows, but when he fully takes you in, he wonders how you’re able to make him feel like a foolish love-stricken teenager all over again.

“Wow!” he exclaims, nearly breathless. Your beauty is outstanding, out of this world and the next and he realizes how blessed he truly is to be able to call you his. “Wow.”

“What?” you preen under his gaze, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. “Warlock got your tongue?”

“No,” Jimin chuckles, shaking his head. “You look amazing, baby. I’m half-tempted to cancel our evening and eat you instead.”

“Thank you, Minnie. You look hot as fuck,” you giggle, admiring his hair that’s still for once. “I’m gonna miss Milo and the gang for dinner though.”

“Sure, so you end up feeding them and I get crumbs in my hair?” Jimin teases, his hand on your lower back as he leads you toward the front door. His hand raises the bottom of your dress so you won’t trip or step on it with your heels. You grab your clutch off the back of the couch on your way, making sure you’ve got everything you need before stepping out of your apartment and into the night.

Celebrations are going on all around you. Fireworks light up the sky and the night is filled with chatter and laughter as you walk along the Riverwalk. Jimin has his arm wrapped around your waist, rubbing your back in slow circles as you go.

Dinner had been amazing. All your favorites were on the menu and you ate until you couldn’t stomach another bite. However, Jimin had plans for dessert and the two of you ended up at your favorite ice cream shop, sharing a sundae before ending your evening with a walk by the river.

The lively atmosphere made you grin, feeling glad to live in the City of Hallows, safe from any threats of the human world.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Jimin asks with a teasing smile as the two of you spot an empty bench. You head toward it, your hand clasped in Jimin’s, careful not to trip over your dress or accidentally flash anyone.

Jimin helps you onto the bench, holding your dress for you until you’re settled and have one leg crossed over the other. Your thigh makes an appearance and Jimin swallows thickly, placing his hand on your knee.

A small smile is on your lips, placing your hand over his and lacing your fingers together. “Tonight has been wonderful, baby. You’ve really made our anniversary so special.”

“There’s one more thing,” Jimin grins, excitement bubbling over his features. His smile is radiant as he takes his hands in his breast pocket.

“There’s more?” you ask, puzzled.

“Yes, love. Do you remember Jungkook?” Jimin asks as he takes a box out of his pocket and holds it in his hands; they tremble slightly.

“That vampire friend of yours?” you recall, brows furrowing. What did he have to do with your gift?

“Yes, he introduced me to a warlock that just moved here a few months ago with his wife. I taught Jungkook a lullaby and he introduced me to the warlock, Hoseok, in return. Hoseok and I have been working for months on your gift and we’ve tested it and it works. I also have an antidote in case of an emergency but I don’t think we’ll need it.” Jimin explains showing you a small glass vial with a cork lid that contains a deep purple liquid.

“What is it exactly?” befuddled, you quirk your head.

“It’s a potion. A potion that will let me look you in the eyes again… without my sunglasses.” Jimin bites his bottom lip nervously. He’d been thrilled with the possibility of meeting your gaze once again, of having the ability to look deep in your eyes whenever he wanted to, to make love to you and feel an even deeper connection as you fell apart beneath him, writhing and crying out for him. He wanted you to feel him, to see him, for him to see you without the threat of losing you forever looming over your heads.

It was unfortunate that gorgons could only look other gorgons and their family in the eyes without the need for sunglasses. His mother explained once you and he married, you’d be able to gaze into each other’s eyes without you turning into stone. Marriage was in your future; of that the both of you were sure, but Jimin wanted to see you now, the wait was too long, in his opinion. But maybe he was just a little more desperate since the possibility arose upon talking to Jungkook. Regardless, the potion was here and now. All he needed was your consent.

You’re speechless. Utterly speechless. The cogs in your brain are turning, and yet, you’re not capable of formulating a coherent response.

Seconds tick by, and Jimin is still holding his breath as he awaits your answer. The anticipation and excitement are starting to trickle into anxiety. Was this not something you wanted as well?

“Really?!” you grasp his wrist, careful not to disturb the vial in his hands. Jimin nods enthusiastically, his smile doubling in size.

“Really, love. It works. I can finally look you in the eyes again,” Jimin presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, noting the heat beneath his lips when he does so.

“How long?” you ask, tongue feeling thick with nervousness and excitement. You’re too eager to see his beautiful chocolate brown eyes once again. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to see them and although it’s nighttime now, you hope one day you’ll be able to see them in the sunlight when the sun hits them at the right angle and the warmness of his irises is the same shade as the hot chocolate the two of you used to share as children on Christmas mornings. As bright and beautiful as a new sunrise, and as warm as the noon sky on the hottest summer day.

The windows to the soul, that’s what you’ve heard eyes called and although you knew what his soul contained, his love for you so deep it ran into every last bit of him, consumed him in the best way possible. Still, you yearned confirmation, yearned to see for yourself that the love you held for him was equally returned. To be able to see it with your own eyes and he with yours.

“Twenty-four hours,” Jimin licks his lips nervously. “I have to go through a refractory period of a week in between, but we have exactly twenty-four hours and not a minute more.”

You still can’t believe what he’s telling you. After The Incident you never thought this would be possible. Your emotions whirled inside you like a violent storm, fear, excitement, nervousness, giddiness, it all rumbled and tumbled inside you as you gazed into his sunglasses.

“Let’s go home,” you finally state firmly.

Jimin’s heart sinks in his chest. “Do you not want to do it?”

You place your hand on his, taking the vial from him to place back in its box where it’ll sit safely. You then place the box in Jimin’s breast pocket, placing your hand gently over his heart. It beats erratically under your palm, and you offer Jimin a weak smile.

“I don’t want to do it here. I want the first time I see your pretty eyes to be just for me and nobody else. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you as much as I want. To gaze into your eyes in the privacy of our own home where I can devour you after.” Jimin gulps at your words, nodding as he rises from his seat, reaching his hand out for you to take as you rise.

The both of you hastily head home, ignoring the celebrations around you, too focused on trying out the potion to care about anything else. Nothing could be more important than finally gazing into your boyfriend’s eyes on All Hallows Eve.

Upon returning home, you’re pressed against the door, fumbling hands seeking the house key in your clutch as Jimin kisses your neck, distracting you. You moan, cursing his actions that lead to you dropping your clutch on the floor. You bend at the waist to grab it, opening it and shoving your key into the lock.

Jimin follows you into the apartment, kicking the door shut before he takes the box out of his suit jacket before draping it over the back of the couch. You kick your heels off, stumbling when your strap tangles around your ankle.

Jimin chuckles, his eyes in crescent moons as he does his best to cover his smile with his hand.

“Oh, bite me,” you scowl as you rip the heel off and toss it, grabbing his tie to pull him toward the bedroom. Jimin stumbles after you, arms flailing as you tug him into the bedroom before your lips are on his once again.

The kiss is slow and steady, his hand cupping your face as he gently caresses your cheek. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips, tongue meeting yours as the kiss deepens and arousal pools deep in his belly. A guttural growl escapes him, teeth nipping your bottom lip, tugging it, and earning a wanton moan from your kiss-swollen lips.

“Fuck,” Jimin grunts, his forehead resting on yours. His sunglasses are sitting on his nose, your heart fluttering knowing you’d be able to see his eyes in just a moment. You raise your hand slowly, fingertips grazing his cheek, thumb pressing gently onto the apple of his cheek.

“I love you, no matter what, Jimin.” Jimin nods, swallowing thickly as he moves your hand off his face, turning it to press a featherlight kiss to your wrist.

Heat flushed to your face, avoiding his gaze and biting back a smile. Jimin chuckles at your reaction, kissing your forehead before he takes a step back.

With shaky fingers, he uncaps the glass vial. A swirl of smoke released into the air before the pungent smell of lilac hit his nostrils. Anticipation bubbles in your stomach, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. Cold sweat beads on your hairline as Jimin raises the vial, pressing it to his plush lips before drinking the potion.

Thick silence fills the room, your fists clenched at your sides, nails digging into your palms. Adrenaline pumps through your body, inhaling and exhaling deeply to try and calm yourself. Jimin empties the contents of the vial, setting it on the nightstand after it’s been emptied.

“Jimin,” you whisper hesitantly as you step toward him. A dazzling smile illuminates his angelic face as he opens his arms to welcome you in.

His arms wrap around your waist as you stare at him, eyes squeezing shut as a precaution as your trembling hands reach for his sunglasses. Jimin holds his breath, his heart thundering in his chest, blood rushing in his ears. Slowly, so achingly slow, your shaky fingers remove his glasses. You fumble as you place them on the nightstand beside the empty vial.

Jimin releases a shuddered breath, a ringing in his ears that drowns out your heavy breaths. Your hands reach for him, lacing your fingers together and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you, Jimin,” you say softly, a smile on your lips. You’re not sure if the potion will work, and although Jimin has assured you it has and it will, the little voice in your head has doubts. You’ve survived turning to stone once but you’re not sure if you’d survive it again.

Jimin releases one of your hands, digging in his pants pocket to pull out another vial. He licks his lips, wetting them slightly but his mouth still runs dry. He clears his throat a few times. “I love you too, baby. So much. Open your eyes for me, princess.”

With a heart full of trust, you peer open your eyes and gasp.

The world stops.

Memories swirl in your mind, overwhelming you. Memories of Jimin’s honey eyes when the sunlight hits them just right in the summer after a long day running around in the fields near your homes. Frigid winter days where his eyes were as dark as the coffee your mothers brewed on Christmas morning, in which the both of you would walk into the kitchen holding hands to sit beside your mothers begging for just a sip of the delicious smelling liquid in their favorite mugs. Laughter as the both of you stayed up late during sleepovers, lying beside each other, Jimin’s eyes sparkling bright enough to rival the stars in the sky as you showed him how you had been able to form tiny snowflakes. The both of you huddled under your blankets with a flashlight, your hand sprouting snowflakes and little wisps of snow over the two of you, some landing on Jimin’s snakes, that would hiss and shiver atop his head until you gently pet them back to sleep. Muffled giggles escaping the both of you until your parents would come into your bedroom to tuck you both in again, your gloves placed back on your hands to protect you and Jimin.

“Jimin,” you breathe, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Jimin!” you crash into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

Jimin holds you close, his hand stroking your hair. “Shh, I’m right here, baby. I’m here.”

Sniffling, you laugh through your tears. Your eyes lock on his, your hands cupping his cheeks, his hands on your wrists to hold you in place as he looks adoringly into your eyes. “I’m dreaming.”

Jimin chuckles. “You’re not dreaming, baby.”

“It feels like I am. Jimin, they’re so pretty,” Jimin blushes, his eyes fluttering shut as you gently run your thumb over his eyelid. “So pretty.”

When he feels you move your hand, he opens his eyes once again. Seeing your twinkling eyes without the hindrance of his sunglasses is an entirely new experience. He swears he falls for you all over again.

Jimin doesn’t want to waste any more time, pulling you to him, lips slotting against yours, a perfect fit. The two of you kiss each other hungrily, hands exploring and undressing the other until you’re left in your underwear.

Jimin helps you onto the bed, where you lie on your back while he slots himself between your legs. His eyes take in every inch of you as if seeing you for the first time. He drinks you in, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip as he kisses you again, moaning when your fingers weave through his hair, tugging at the roots.

“Baby,” he groans, melting into you.

His name rolls off your tongue, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Jimin curses, growling before he’s pining your hands to the pillow beneath your head. His eyes are sharp, dark, and dangerous as he looks down at you. You clench around nothing, thighs trying to press together but end up squeezing Jimin’s hips instead.

Jimin smirks, “Who knew you’d be so needy for me just by seeing my eyes again?”

“Please, you had this planned. You had to have an inkling, baby,” you roll your eyes playfully, earning a scoff from your boyfriend.

Before you can say anything else, his lips are on yours again, his hands roaming every delectable inch of your body. A wanton moan escapes you when his hands cup your breasts, thumbs gently rubbing your sensitive nipples until they’re hard. A shaky breath leaves you, back arching into his as his lips suck one nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whimper at the sensation, needing to feel more of him, of his touch. You try to grind your hips on his but he moves out of reach as his fingers pinch and roll your other nipple, gently tugging until you’re moaning and writhing beneath him.

Lust burns in your veins, your pussy pulsating as you yearn to be stuffed with his cock. Jimin listens to your sweet cries, switching from one breast to the other as his hand slides between your bodies, resting over your panty-clad cunt.

“Soaked through these already, love?” He asks with a smug smile on his lips. You nod, thighs quivering as you try to pull him closer. “Perhaps we should get rid of them?” His fingers dance over the thin material, adding pressure to your clit. You whine, begging him to take them off you.

Jimin must be in a giving mood because he easily does as you ask, ripping your panties to shreds. He has the gall to look at you apologetically, “oops.”

“Oops,” you mock. “Jimin.”

“I’ll get you new ones,” he promises, distracted by your thighs parting further. Oh, he’s definitely been missing out on seeing you without his sunglasses. He’s seeing you in a new light, his mouth watering as he takes a thigh into each hand, peppering kisses on one before switching to the other.

Your head lolls back, hands gripping the sheets beneath you as he nips and sucks at the sensitive flesh before his fingers are running over your folds. You’re so wet. So fucking wet. Jimin licks his lips, his fingertips teasingly rubbing your clit lightly to see you writhe, to hear you beg him for more in that breathy tone that makes his cock throb.

When you beg, he gives in. He wants to pleasure you, to see every second of you moaning and coming for him, falling apart until you’re too exhausted to go on, and then beg for more anyway.

Jimin teases your entrance with one finger, pushing in slowly as your hands cup your breasts, stimulating your nipples as you ask him to add a second finger. He does so, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out slowly. His eyes are on your face, taking in every small detail as you allow pleasure to wash over your heated flesh.

You bite your lip in a poor effort to muffle your moans, hair splayed on the pillow, mussed from you writhing under his touch when his lips wrap around your clit. His tongue flicks it, circles around it, and sucks as his fingers fuck you in tandem. A sheen of sweat covers your body and you raise your hand, flicking your fingers to create a soft, barely-there snowfall to cool you off.

Snowflakes fall onto your body, surprising Jimin when they dust his hair. He chuckles, a brow raised as he looks you in the eyes. “Too hot to handle?”

“Extremely,” you admit, moaning when the snowflakes hit your skin and melt almost immediately. You allow the snow to fall for a minute longer before waving them away, thankful to be cooled down somewhat, mind clear enough to focus on your boyfriend and his tongue as it licks and swirls in your cunt. He eats you with reckless abandon, devouring you like a man starved, drawing the most obscene cries he’s ever heard and you’ve ever made. You know you’ll be embarrassed when you run into your neighbors tomorrow morning, but that’s a problem for you in the future.

Your hand reaches down, grabbing a handful of Jimin’s blonde and colorful locks, thankful he’s enchanted his snakes for the night. You loved being able to grab handfuls of his soft tresses, tugging and pulling without being hissed at or bitten. Not that they were ever present in these intimate moments, but sometimes kisses grew a little deeper, hands lingered a little longer until a nip from Milo and the gang ruined it.

Jimin looks up at you from between your thighs, lips, and chin glistening with your arousal. His eyes are dark, hooded as he spreads your lower lips with his fingers, maintaining eye contact while he licks a broad stripe along your folds. It’s erotic, sinful when he does it a second time before diving in, intent on making you come with just his tongue. And he does so with your thighs clamping his head, your hands tugging at his golden locks and your dulcet cries rising in octaves until you’re sobbing his name when your high hits you fast and hard. Jimin doesn’t stop until you’re a trembling mess, nails digging into his scalp almost painfully and thighs threatening to suffocate him. He lives for these moments, loves them immensely.

“Fuck, you nearly drowned me,” he chuckles, licking his lips as he savors your taste. His fingers gently spread your folds, his cock twitching when he sees the creaminess between. “I feel like I’ve been missing out on so much.”

“And now you don’t have to, Minnie. Come here,” you pat the spot beside you and Jimin obeys immediately, kissing your lips and slipping his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

A gasp leaves his lips when your hand wraps around his cock, palming him over his boxers. He groans, his forehead pressed to your shoulders as he watches your hand stroke him. You want to tease him, to have him begging and pleading for more but it’s a special night and you want to please him, to have him trembling like he’d made you just minutes before.

“Lie back,” you say as you scoot out of the way, allowing him to take your spot. He does so, not questioning you as he lays his head on the pillow. You climb over his thick thigh, mouth-watering at the sight of it flexing and you entertain the idea of riding it, but that’s for another day. Right now, his dick is calling for your attention, hard as a rock and still trapped in his boxers.

With quick hands, you’re tugging his boxers down his muscular thighs to discard on your bedroom floor. You nearly drool at the sight of his thick cock lying on his lower abdomen, pre-cum pooling just beneath his belly button.

Jimin wraps his hand around his cock, fisting it once before he’s smearing his pre-cum on the tip of his cock. You watch on with hungry eyes, too eager to get your mouth around him. You kneel between his legs, easily replacing his hand with yours.

“Just like that, baby,” Jimin encourages you with a fiery gaze that has your thighs pressing together. Familiarity guides you as you stroke him, adding the right pressure and going at the right speed. You take a moment to allow saliva to pool in your mouth before you’re spitting on his cock.

Jimin grunts, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue licks him from base to tip, spreading your spit to allow for an easier glide. You take your time licking and teasing his shaft, your warm mouth eventually enveloping him and giving him a gentle suckle. Jimin sits up, resting his weight on one elbow while his other hand grips your hair gently.

Without needing to be prompted, you take him in your mouth. His cock sits heavy on your tongue briefly before you swirl your tongue around the head. Mouth warm and wet as you bob up and down his length, listening to his moans and groans for guidance. Jimin sinks his teeth into his lip, cursing when he hits the back of your throat time and time again. You’re an expert when it comes to giving him head, allowing him to fuck your throat again and again until he’s shooting his load down your throat.

“Fuck, baby. Keep going,” he pleads in a sultry tone. You tongue at his slit, your hand rolling his balls in your palm. When you gag, Jimin groans, wanting to hear more but he resists the urge to fuck your throat, allowing you to go at your own pace. You know what he likes, you know how to get him to the edge, near tears and toes curling if you so wish, so he enjoys your ministrations and moans your name in a breathy tone. A tone so sweet, so pretty it rivals a siren’s.

One of your hands slips between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing it in slow teasing circles as you take the length of his cock down your throat. Jimin’s eyes meet yours, and when your nose meets his pelvis, he knows he’s gone.

Just looking at you on your knees, mouth stuffed with his cock, drool escaping your lips, and your hand between your thighs furiously rubbing your clit because you’re too aroused from sucking his cock to go without any pleasure, is too much for him. A few broken cries of your name escape his pretty lips, eyes squeezed shut as he whimpers a warning of his impending orgasm.

You’re only encouraged by his breathless warning, speeding up and hollowing out your cheeks as you bob up and down. You breathe through your nose, focusing on making your ethereal boyfriend cum and as his hips rise off the bed, hand fisting your hair, and a sob of your name escaping his pouty lips, he cums. Rope after thick rope coats your tongue, filling your mouth as you continue to suck him dry. Jimin whines and whimpers until you release his cock, oversensitivity setting in as you swallow.

With lust-filled eyes he watches you swallow every drop, even collecting the few that have escaped your mouth and coated your lips. Without a second thought, he’s kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue when he’s maneuvering you onto the bed with him on top.

The atmosphere shifts when he’s on top. Gone are the hurried kisses and the almost too harsh gropes. Welcomed are the slow sensual kisses that leave you breathless and the gentle hands that caress every beautiful inch of your body. Jimin’s careful with you, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you as if you’re made of glass. He touches you softly, leaves featherlight kisses on your skin and blooming marks to show where he’s been.

His hands clasp yours, lips moving in perfect sync as the two of you kiss, enjoying one another. There’s been plenty of nights spent like this, wrapped in each other, the world is long forgotten as you make love well into the morning when the sun's rays start to peek over the horizon and through the crack in the curtains in the otherwise dark bedroom. Sweet murmurs of ‘I love you's exchanged in between giggles and kisses, and promises of forever. Moments you’ll cherish for the rest of your life with Jimin, each wrapped up in a pretty bow and locked away in your heart for safekeeping.

Jimin kisses each of your fingertips on your left hand, taking your ring finger a second time to plant a kiss just below the second knuckle. A silent promise to you of his intent to marry you someday in the future. To build a life, a marriage, a family with you without the need for potions to just gaze lovingly in your eyes. The thought makes his heart somersault. Someday you’d be his bride, his wife, the mother of his children, and the thought warms his heart.

You’re both surprised when a tear lands on your cheek, worry reflected in your eyes as Jimin laughs breathlessly. He touches his cheek, feeling the wetness from another tear that’s rolled down his cheek.

“I didn’t realize I was feeling so sentimental,” he chuckles, sniffling as you wrap your arms around him to bring him close. He rests his head between your breasts as you hold him, fingers threading through his hair like you always have when he’s upset and in need of your touch. It soothes him. The action is enough to make him feel safe and comfortable in your hold, knowing you’d be at his side until he was okay once again.

A kiss to his temple has him looking up at you, a smile on his lips when your eyes meet. You poke the tip of his nose with your finger, drawing his attention as you create a circle in the air. A snowflake appears, followed by another and another. Three snowflakes. His initial, a heart, and your initial are all in the air until they flutter onto your skin and melt.

It brings a smile to his face, memories of long ago resurfacing once again as he raises his head and presses his lips to yours. There’s no rush in your kiss, enjoying the taste of the other as you hold each other close.

Long caresses, soft moans, and pleas for more are what lead the two of you to make love. His lips trail kisses from your lips to your neck, not surprised to see you waving your hand to produce a square ice cube in your hand. Jimin takes it, popping it into his mouth to speed up the melting process, slurping the excess water before he’s placing it in his hand.

Jimin’s lips are cold when he kisses you, tongue meeting yours and sucking it into his mouth as he swallows your moans. His fingers grip the melting ice, slowly putting it between your breasts. You gasp, arching into him as he runs the ice over one pert nipple and then the other.

His gaze never falters from yours too enamored with the way your lips part every time you moan, your light twitches, and your eyes rolling back as your head tilts back on the pillow. Your breathing grows heavy, your thighs quiver and another wave of arousal washed over you.

“Jimin,” you moan his name, trembling when the ice melts on your abdomen. The cool water trickles down your side and into the sheets but that doesn’t stop Jimin’s tongue from licking up the remains. You watch with a fiery gaze, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you spread your legs for him, inviting him in.

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice, moving between your supple thighs and you wrap them around him to keep him in place… not that he wants to be anywhere else.

His lips find yours, your hands twine with his as he rocks into you slowly. His soft grunts and your dulcet moan fill the space between you. His hair falls over his eyes, sweat beading on his skin and he makes a poor attempt to blow his hair out of his eyes.

Jimin’s brows furrow, an annoyed look crossing his features as his hair blocks his view of you and your pleasure.

It doesn’t last long, however, because you come to the rescue with your gentle hands, pushing his hair out of his eyes and gripping it as you bring him to your lips for a sweet kiss. Jimin knows he can always count on you, and a grin breaks across his lips as he kisses you and fucks you deeper, making sure you can feel every ridge and inch of his cock. It’s for you. It’s all for you and he’d fill you to the brim with his cock and cum every second of every day if you pleased. He’d do anything for you and he hopes you know that.

“I love you,” you murmur against his lips when your orgasm is near. You’re panting, rocking your hips against his, and trying your best to maintain eye contact. You want your boyfriend to see you come undone, to see every bit of pleasure that he makes you feel. You want Jimin to see every last detail of you coming unhindered by those cursed sunglasses he’s forced to wear to keep you from turning to stone forever.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers in response, you’re answering moan assuring him that you’ve heard him. He kisses you, encouraging you to find your release, to come wrapped around his cock as he grips your hip, moving your leg higher on his waist. He fucks you deeper from this angle, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust and sends you spiraling, spiraling, spiraling until you’re falling apart beneath with a cry of his name so loud there’s no way the entire building hasn’t heard it. But all that matters is that Jimin’s heard it, and pride swells in his chest as he continues to fuck you into oblivion, cursing as you continue to pulsate around him.

“I love you so much, princess. Love you now and love you forever,” he promises, his eyes locked on yours as his thrusts grow sloppy, groans growing guttural as he comes apart. A moan of your name leaves his lips, followed by a whimper as he cums inside you again and again.

“Oh, Jimin,” You kiss him, unable to hold back from the pretty cries he makes. You kiss him until he’s spent, ruefully pulling out of you to lay at your side. He pulls you to his chest, his arm encircling your waist as you place your head on his sweaty chest.

Jimin laces your hands together, squeezing them before bringing them to his lips, planting a kiss on yours.

“I don’t want this to end,” he says, tone full of sorrow. You sit up slightly to look at him. His eyes display his sadness.

“Hey, I’m happy with every second we get. You’ve given us a wonderful gift, Jimin. A beautiful gift,” you caress his cheek lovingly and he leans into your touch. His eyes are easy to read, love and adoration clear in them. Is this how he always looked at you? Is this what his glasses hide to keep you (and everyone else) safe?

“I’m grateful for this. To see you in all your glory and be able to look at you without the fear of you turning into stone. To see you radiant in front of me without my stupid sunglasses distorting your magnificent glow. It’s going to suck going back to wearing sunglasses when I've experienced your true beauty,” Jimin sighs heavily as you cuddle into his side.

“But you’ll be able to do it weekly,” you remind him. He nods, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“It’ll be worth it,” he responds, nuzzling his face into your hair. “We can spend that day at home if you’d like. Just the two of us.”

“I’d like that,” you say, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he rubs your shoulder. Happiness radiates off the both of you, sharing kisses and sweet nothings as you hold each other close.

You don’t want to sleep, not wanting to miss even a minute of your time gazing into his eyes but eventually, sleep overtakes you, sleepily murmuring for Jimin to set an alarm to wake you in the morning. He does so, assuring you he’ll be by your side all night and when you wake, his eyes will be the first thing you see.

Jimin watches you sleep, holding you in his arms through the night. His eyes roam to the vial on the nightstand containing the blue liquid he’s thankful he didn’t have to use. Hoseok was a real powerful warlock to achieve what he had tonight. Jimin would have never thought it was possible to look you in the eyes again and even though the potion is a temporary solution, deep in his heart he knows that once a week is not enough for him.

And as his thoughts consume him until he’s so drowsy he begins dozing off. One thing is clear though, you would be his wife by next Hallows Eve.

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[goodluckbabe2024]

most unrealistic part of spn is when there are always empty parking spots especially if they’re on a college campus. show me sam and dean hunting for parking for five minutes and getting into a war with some mom in a minivan as they wait for someone to pull out of their spot and then it turns out the impala won’t even fit

[mildlinerrs]

11.09.21

my heart hurts a little. or a lot. but i’m glad i get to be sad in new york city at least

listening to afterthought by conor oberst

[jimipoo]

prompt: In which, you shamelessly flirt with your TA because you find it very enjoyable to see him get flustered. (gif cred: kookijam)

this is part 1, here’s part 2 !

pairings: ta!jimin x oc

genre: implied smut, college au

word count: 1.7k

warnings: 18+!!! minors dni!! it has suggestive language and mentions of male masturbation

a/n: hello hello!! it’s my first time writing something that’s nsfw, so yes ! beware ! its rlly not that smutty but still :O but anyway, i hope you enjoy xx im rly proud of this so pls tell me what u think ab it!!! thats all! thank u byeee

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“God, what is wrong with me today?” Jimin mutters, quickly bending down as his shaky hands try to pick up all the papers that are scattered across the floor. He manages to get everything, carefully dusting off the dirt from the stack of papers with his hand as he stood up. Jimin quickens his pace, sweat forming on his forehead as he grew more and more nervous. He doesn’t know why—or at least, he doesn’t want to know the real reason why.

He lets his mind wander as he finds his way to his class.

In Jimin’s role as a teacher's assistant in his graduate school, he found himself harboring a crush on a particular student. He knows how it sounds. A TA liking a student. It was silly—inappropriate, even—to be catching some sort of feelings for his Professor’s student. As much as he wanted to push these feelings out the way, you were the one making it hard for him.

From the way you’d flicker your eyes towards his, slightly tilting your head and a smirk tugging your plush lips, Jimin could almost feel his knees about to collapse. Whenever you’d ask for his help in class, you’d lean in to so close he could feel your breath on the tip of his ear.

The tone of your voice when you ask him a question regarding a lesson, from the way the words rolled off your tongue, almost like a whisper, and your eyes would flicker to his lips for a split second before biting yours. He almost swore you were doing it on purpose. Like you were seducing him.

At first, Jimin couldn’t figure out if you were doing it on purpose, or that he was just imagining everything. Whether his brain was fooling him or not, regardless, you were still driving him crazy.

He became certain the day he had caught you in the back of the room. As there were only a few students that day, he felt slightly suspicious when he saw you sat at the very last chair in the back row. You were always sat in the middle, sometimes even right in front of his table, and you'd stare at him as he grows more and more nervous by the thought of you being close to him. Perhaps it was a little too obvious that he was crushing on you, were you uncomfortable?

That's what he expects, until.

Your legs were spread obscenely, leaving him completely stunned at the view you were giving him. He doesn't notice the way you were looking at him as his eyes were fixated on carefully following your fingers that slowly tug the hem of your mini skirt, it was high enough for him to see the base of your upper thighs. Your smirk widens and forms into a devilish grin as you watch his adam's apple bob, it took him a whole minute to realize what was happening in front of him, immediately excusing himself to go to the restroom and you could only imagine—perhaps—fantasize what he could be doing.

Thoughts of you occupied Jimin’s mind quite frequently, even during work or having lunch at a random café, walking on the subway.. However, it was more often times at night.

He’d be in his bedroom, with his head thrown back, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips from biting them ridiculously hard—the only thing echoing throughout the thick walls of his apartment were his own heavy breaths, the slick sound of his hand and cock being in contact, whimpers, and occasional utters of your name as certain fantasies fill his lustful mind. After he finishes, he’d lay there staring at the ceiling, the guilt beginning to swirl in the pit of his stomach as the realization hits him once again.

If you had the superpower of being able to read minds, he would never want to get near you ever again.

There was just something about your energy, it pulls him in that he couldn’t help but let himself get pulled, he could say that you had him wrapped around your pinky finger. However, he thinks you are probably unaware of it. Probably.

But you were fully aware of it.

You liked playing these little games with him, you found it rather enjoyable to see your TA in his nervous demeanor, awkwardly looking everywhere but you. It’s fun, watching him act like this because of you. You don’t see him act like this outside of the class, he’d walk around the halls as if he owned the place, you would often see him in a fixated poker face, the loud clacking of his boots acts as a reminder that he is someone who you should not be messing with.

His vibe screams confidence and intimidation, however, when you’re around, all of it volumes down and you could pretty much compare him to a puppy. Knowing that you were probably the only person who affects him this way has somewhat made you feel powerful. You couldn’t stop teasing him, and you wanna keep doing it till he couldn’t take it anymore and finally fuck you in this classroom you are sitting in currently.

Your head immediately shot up when you hear the heavy door burst open, revealing no other than Jimin, dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks that hugged his thick thighs really well. You continue observing him as he carefully places the stack of papers on the table, then his messenger bag, only then to run a hand through his dirty-blonde locks, something that you’ve always noticed him do and found really attractive. You notice a tiny, tiny splotch of brown on the cuff of his shirt. Coffee, you guess.

He then looks up, eyes immediately landing on yours only to look away immediately. He always does that. You were always the first person he looks at every time he comes into this classroom, and he'd look away and clear his throat as he steals another glance, or two, and run a hand through his hair once again before settling on his table.

You were staring at him so hard you don’t realize that your actual professor didn’t follow along.

Jimin clears his throat and clasps his hands together, causing most of the students to look up. “Good morning everyone,” he starts. “I forgot to inform you in the class group chat last night that Mr. Kim won’t be present today, so I’ll be in charge of this class. Mr. Kim sent me some activity papers for you to answer but since I’m nice, I’ll give you about,” he brings his arm up to look at his wristwatch, “10 minutes to study and familiarize with the content.” he finishes with a smile on his face.

His eyes land on yours once again, but this time, he doesn’t immediately look away. You were sitting again in the very back of the classroom, this time, your elbows propped up on the table as your cheeks were pressed to your palms. You sport him the same smirk you plaster every time you make eye contact, the same one that leaves Jimin breathless and shoots sparks right into his heart.

You were dressed cutely today, he thought. Your look consisted of pastel colors, which he very rarely sees you in since you’d mostly wear earth-colored clothing and as well as dark colors. Your makeup was also pretty different, it’s simple, but it made your lips appear more vibrant and plump. He thought you looked pretty, really pretty. You always did. And it’s almost as if you were trying to go for an innocent look, but he knew deep down you weren’t.

Before Jimin realizes he’s been looking at you for too long, you send him a wink, which luckily worked and brought him back to reality once again. His eyes widen as he escapes from your burning stare. He’s flustered. Again.

"God, he's so hot." A voice fills your ears, you look over to see your friend leaning towards you. You shoot her a glare, annoyed at the fact that she had called Jimin that. "Shut up, he's mine." you declare, which earns a scoff to escape from her painted lips. "As if he's actually going to be yours," Maybe he won't, but it was fun while it lasted. "Shit, he's coming!"

Your friend immediately sits up straight as you both turn your head to look at the tall man, his previous nervous demeanor was now replaced with something intimidating, he hands the papers to the students, and as he walks more closely to your row, he glances at you. And suddenly, he was nervous yet again. You immediately sensed that it was your cue to do what you've been doing to him in the past 3 months of being in this class with him. To tease.

Crossing your legs, you watch him intently at first. You think of ways to make him even more flustered without anyone noticing, but honestly, just looking at him seems to do the trick.

From his peripheral view, he sees you were watching him. He tries not to think about it so much, focusing on handing the rest of the papers until he reaches you. You never looked away, you attempt to make eye contact with him but he was too stubborn to look, too nervous.

He finally reaches you, plastering a small smile in an attempt to cover up the fact that he is nervous around you. However, the moment he stretches out his hand to give the paper to you, it slips out of his fingers, you watch the loose paper slowly fall and silently hits the floor. "Shit, sorry." Jimin immediately bends down, and as he does, his back hits the edge of the table. At this point, you were just sitting there watching everything happen.

Until a grunt escapes through his lips that followed by a mutter, "Fuck me," he says, voice laced with annoyance. It sounded raspy, the way it rolled off his tongue, you instantly feel something tickle in your stomach, and flow through your core.

"Gladly." was all you could utter before his eyes immediately met yours. Dark, and full of lust. You look at him innocently, a grin forming in your glossy lips as you wink at him once again.

This was it. He's had enough, all he could think about right now was bending you down and taking you right then and there in this classroom.

"See me after class."

[avizou]

the saga continues

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

da vinci & michelanglo & any other renaissance master would be BLOWN AWAY by the digital art i see daily on this website. the modern accessibility of tools & education has led to an unprecedented global generation of artists whose work easily meets and surpasses the standard set by 17th century artists & i’m totally willing to get in a fistfight with an art historian over that

[atinysunbaby]

Fever | Ateez series

Ateez x fem reader

Eight boys, each with different stories, coming together in reason of rough childhoods. Growing up with bad parenting, lack of affection and authority, bullying and dangerous neighborhoods, led what were once small innocent boys to adrenaline junkies with bad boys reputation. They trust only one another, never letting their walls down, but what if they meet someone who can change that. Together, they will face the world's challenges.

Inception 》 Park Seonghwa

A cold hearted junkie, in depth to his dealers. Always putting himself into dangerous situations, wanting to feel the pain that comes after getting beaten up, to forget about all his struggles and the never ending darkness. Forced to take a business major by his parents, Seongwha has to push his passion aside. You want to help him, finding out you both share the same love for music, but he's not making it easy, ignoring the feeling of warmth filling his heart in your presence.

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3 》Unwritten《

Eternal Sunshine 》 Kim Hongjoong

Born to lead people, from the moment he met the seven disturbed young man, he never let them down. The one they rely on the most, Hongjoong pushes his own feelings and problems aside. He's busy, has so much to take care of that he often is in a rush. Is saving up some money to go to college, he wants to study fashion. Babysits in his free time and even teaches himself about music composition. Can't remember what it feels like to be taken care of, to let his guard down, until he meets you, the pretty girl that caught his eye.

Pt 1

Pt 2 》Unwritten《

Take me home 》 Jeong Yunho

Intimidating to strangers, soft when it comes to his friends. Despite his cautiousness, Yunho knows when to be polite and friendly, but it still is a rare sight. He likes to help people secretly, the ones that deserve it in his opinion. The boy's caring side appears only when he deems necessary. Takes a year off' school to focus on himself and helps his uncle from time to time at his workshop, the man who raised him and thought him about mechanics. Your car happens to let you down the same day Yunho is on the clock. The start of a new story, you, could be what he needed to heal.

Pt 1 》 In progress 《 18%

I'm the one 》 Kang Yeosang

As far as people know, Yeosang is straightforward and rude and from what they say, he's cold and impossible to talk to. When in public, he gets lost in thoughts often and scare people off if they annoy him. He always loved photography, since he prefers to stay silent when there's others around, it's a way for him to express himself. You become the main character of his personnal projects. The boy has no bad intentions, only wanting to immobilize your beauty and admire it whenever he feels like. Unknowingly, pictures are taken of you, someone stalking you. You're unaware, until you look directly in the objective.

》 Unwritten 《

Good lil boy 》 Choi San

Shy, reserved, insecure, all because of his father who would smack him across the face if he showed any sign of resistance. The trauma from being abused since his childhood made him weak in his opinion, but there is another side to him. His duality is a bit scary, from his cute dimples and the blush on his cheeks to the smirk and sharp gaze, San is not to be underestimated. Works at a dog cafe, loves animals and even has one of his own, a shiba that in named Shiber. He's well known on IG and youtube, does covers, vlogs and gaming vids from time to time too. You happen to be one of his fans.

》 Unwritten 《

Be with you 》 Song Mingi

He's a sweetheart, someone that loves people, but can't act on it in reason of his social anxiety. Mingi's emotions aren't something he can control, most of the time they just get too intense, he feels misunderstood. He may be fragile from time to time, needing care from his seven brothers, but he knows when to stand up for himself or others he cares for. He doesn't take anyone's bullshit. His parents are owner of multiple restaurants in the city, they have a company called Song's. Mingi doesn't have a great repashionship with them, still, it doesn't stop him from going out to eat only to see his favorite server.

》 Unwritten 《

Turbulence 》 Jung Wooyoung

Emotionally abused in the past is what drove him to become a first class asshole, also recognized as a rude and selfish fuckboy. Treating everyone other then his friends like shit not taking in account their feelings. A popular dance major known around campus, but more especially in street dance battles. You, a sweet and gentle girl, Wooyoung's complete opposite, try to see the good in him. He could be misunderstood, he may have put on a facade to protect his heart. All you have to do, is keep on trying until he let's you in.

》 Unwritten 《

Rocky 》 Choi Jongho

Don't let his appearance trick you, his well built body makes him look like an intimidating strong men. It's a shame that most fail to see the kindness in him. Of course it's quite a bit difficult to do so, knowing that he likes to get into fights, it's a way for him to take out his frustration. He wants someone to share his passion for working out with, so when the two of you meet, he instantly falls for you. He succeeds in becoming your personal trainer.

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[theartsynoodle]

this is the 8th time this week shes done this

[primroseyunho]

burnin' up

❀ yunho x reader, brother!seonghwa

❀ summer is heating up and your broken air conditioning unit lands you with a worried older brother and yet it’s someone else who seems to be the most concerned for you.

❀ warnings/tags: college au (not that it rlly matters though tbh), suggestive comments but nothing explicit, cursing, big brother seonghwa, fainting but it isn’t descriptive, i haven’t written anything like this for over a year so uhhhh it kinda sucks and also it's unedited bc it's almost 4am whoops

❀ a/n: it’s hot as hell in nyc and i have no air conditioning (so pls send ur thoughts and prayers to me) but i wanted to write and that’s how this happened so yeah lmao. also stfu this gif of yunho lives rent fucking free in my head why does he look like everyone's dream boyfriend please let me know what you think - i’d love to hear any feedback ( ⸝•ᴗ•⸝)♡

❀ word count: 2380

and one final shoutout to @luvanter who gave me the push i needed to post this and has also always been so lovely to me

“I am sorry, you what now?”

“Listen, it’s really not a big dea-”

“You’re telling me you got so hot in your apartment because your air conditioner broke that you passed out on the floor of your apartment for almost four hours - alone, I might add - and you really have the audacity to try to tell me that’s not a big deal?!”

So maybe telling your older brother about your morning adventure to the floor of your apartment wasn’t your brightest moment but in your defence, finals just ended and they stole your last surviving brain cell in their departure. It was as if Seonghwa’s mom radar had been pinging off the charts from the moment you stepped foot in the cafe with him taking one look at you before ordering you to sit down at an empty table while he ordered what seemed to be one of every baked good they had to offer and an iced tea for the both of you. You would’ve preferred a cold brew if you were being totally honest, but you knew better than to try to fight him once you saw the hard glare he was sending you from the counter. Taking a glance in one of the decorative antique mirrors the local joint had on the wall, you couldn’t really fault your brother for his reaction to you because, for lack of a better word, you looked like total shit. Settling into the worn armchair, you began fiddling with a loose strand on the cushion beside you as you awaited the inevitable scolding you were in for.

“Okay, okay - I get it,” you relented as Seonghwa stared you down looking bug-eyed at your previous deflection, “perhaps that wasn’t my greatest moment - but! At least I know now and I can just make sure to always keep my fans on and drink loads of water.” You offered what you hoped to be a convincing smile, but even you knew it was a weak resolution to your predicament.

“Yeah, no, that’s not happening. I’ve listened to enough of your nightmare landlord stories to know this isn’t getting fixed any time soon and I refuse to leave my baby sister to boil to death in her cooker of an apartment.”

You rolled your eyes at Seonghwa’s dramatic metaphor but couldn’t find it in you to fight him. The past few weeks had slowly been chipping away at you and you were more exhausted than you were willing to let on. This episode with your broken air conditioner was only the latest in a series of mishaps you had been trying to push through without asking for help and you were dangerously close to reaching the end of your rope.

“And what exactly would you propose I do instead?”

“Just stay with me and Yunho until it’s sorted out. You can sleep on the spare mattress in his room that’s left from before San moved out.”

Seonghwa’s look of worry was tainted ever so slightly with a smirk now as you promptly choked on your drink at the sound of his suggestion.

“Are you sure I’m the one we should be worrying about? Because you sound like you’ve lost your fucking mind.” You managed to rasp out, still recovering from spitting your drink out.

“What are you talking about? It’s a perfectly reasonable idea.” He replied, the smirk now the prominent expression on his face.

“Yeah sure, except for the part where I have a humiliating crush on your roommate that may or may not have developed into actual f- words,” you whisper-shouted at him, “and you’re my brother? Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, not be encouraging me to sleep in the same room as a boy?”

“Okay firstly, did you seriously censor the word feelings out loud? What kind of internet crap is that? Is that what kids do these days?” He looked at you with the faint look of dismay that he always has when hearing slang words he didn’t understand. “And secondly, it’s not the 1950s anymore, who am I to dictate your love life? If anything, Yunho is the ideal guy for me to put you with - he’s my best friend and the literal definition of boyfriend material, not to mention the part where he likes you back, idiot.” He took a bite of his cake as he gave you a pointed look.

“That’s wishful thinking and you know it, Seonghwa, don’t put ideas in my head that will lead to heartbreak. Maybe he has a soft spot for me, but he’s like that with all his dongsaengs, I’m no different from them.” You mumble out as you turn your attention to the floor, missing the exaggerated eye roll your brother was sending you.

It wasn’t exactly difficult for you to develop feelings for Yunho. Your brother wasn’t lying when he called Yunho boyfriend material. The first thing that entered your mind when you thought of Yunho was soft smiles. He perpetually looked so gentle and even when he got more boisterous when hanging out with you and the rest of the boys, he always approached you with such care. Somehow he managed to both look like a puppy personified and a greek sculpture come to life. One second he’d be looking at you with the biggest doe eyes you’d ever seen and the next he’d be throwing around salacious smirks as if he had any right to do so, when they made your mind go places less than holy. So it was inevitable, honestly, that somewhere between him memorising your coffee order and the sight of his biceps flexing when he offered to carry your bag for you, that you would start drowning into him a little. Whatever your brother saw, however, wasn’t close to reality. You weren’t so unaware to think that Yunho was indifferent to you - you knew that with a fluttering of your eyes you could get his help with almost anything. But you were certain that’s just how he is with younger friends, he’s just as soft for Jongho as he is for you.

To prove your point, seeing Jongho himself enter the cafe you waved him over to get his help convincing your brother he’s a fool for thinking Yunho thought anything romantic about you.

“Jonghooooo, my favourite! Tell my brother that he’s stupid please.” You peered up at Jongho’s stoic face, praying for the solidarity he usually shows you with the two of you being the youngest out of your friend group.

“I mean, Seonghwa being stupid is a given but what is this about specifically?”

“He said that Yunho likes me in a romantic way which is obviously not true - he treats all of us younger than him the same.” You continued, pointedly ignoring the squawking that Seonghwa had been emitting ever since you had started talking to Jongho.

“You’re the stupid one there Y/N.” Jongho deadpanned and this time it was you squawking indignantly. “I might be able to get free food every time we go out, but you’re the only one Yunho would drop anything for - which he has done, multiple times.”

“I- you know what, you’re all dumb.” You pouted out, crossing your arms.

“That’s fine, but I hope you know I’m not giving you a choice with this - you’re coming to stay with me and Yunho.” Seonghwa informed you, officially back in protective mode.

Jongho looked down at the two of you confused before you sighed and filled him in on your fainting episode. Stifling a laugh behind his fist, his gummy smile came to view after hearing about Seonghwa’s solution.

“Well, Yunho will have no issue with it I’m sure, but you have fun explaining this to him - because let me tell you, the protectiveness he has for you Y/N isn’t a dongsaeng privilege, that’s for you only.”

❀

As nervous as you were to face Yunho and be sharing a room with him, you couldn’t deny your gratitude to your brother for giving you an alternate sleeping arrangement. The day had only seemed to get hotter and hotter and you were sure that if you had stayed in your place, you’d be sweating buckets by now. Sitting on the kitchen stools your brother had found on the street with his boyfriend Hongjoong, you tilted backwards precariously relishing in the blasting cool air of the AC.

“Oh my God, I think you’re trying to give me a heart attack at this point. For the millionth time, will you please stop swinging on these chairs before you crack your skull open.” Seonghwa sounded exasperated as he pushed you upright, but all you did was smile innocently at him as you turned your attention back to your now melting popsicle, throwing a wave to Hongjoong, who had entered with your older brother.

“Hey there little one, you feeling alright? Hwa told me about what happened.” Hongjoong glanced at you with concern as he shuffled over to give you a side hug.

“I am much better now that I am surrounded by this sweet, sweet cool air.” You giggled out.

“We’re heading out now, so I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

Seonghwa looked to you for confirmation that you heard and you just nodded your head absentmindedly, now more invested in your pinterest feed than watching your brother and his boyfriend get cuddly as they walked out to go on a date. Just as they reached the door you heard it open from the outside as they collided with Yunho returning from what you would guess had been another day spent at the dance studio.

“Hey, Seonghwa told me you’re staying with us for a while, what happened? Are you okay?” Yunho’s voice floated down to you as you felt his presence towering over beside you.

Looking up at him, though, proved to be a fatal mistake as you came face to face with his shirtless body and hair dripping with sweat in a way that somehow looked good which quite frankly should be a crime - who the hell even looks good with greasy hair? Your brain didn’t seem to catch up to any part of your body it seemed, as your frozen treat slipped out of your hand and for the second time that day you began to feel fuzzy in your head (though, a different kind of heat was the culprit this time). You only realised that you had spaced out entirely when you became aware of Yunho’s large hand waving in front of you, a look of unease finding its way onto his soft features.

“For real, did something happen? Did someone do something to you?” His voice held a sharp edge as he voiced the latter question, eyes hardening as he gingerly cupped your face.

Shaking your head vehemently, you swallowed audibly. “No, no nothing like that I just kind of fainted in my apartment because it’s, ya know, hot, no biggie.” You nervously tried to laugh it off but the words out loud seemed to sound worse each time you relayed the story to someone new.

“Y/N, what the hell, were you alone? Did you hit your head? How long were you unconscious for? We need to take you to a hospital.” Yunho spitfired questions at you as he started to frantically pat you down as if he was in search of some life-threatening injury that he had missed.

“Hey, hey, calm down it’s okay, I’m okay, why are you freaking out so much?” You grabbed his hands in an effort to still him.

“I, listen, that doesn’t matter, what matters is that you’re okay.” His eyes searched yours for any hint of discomfort but all he could find was confusion.

“I mean, it matters to me, Seonghwa didn’t even freak out this much.”

“Yeah, well Seonghwa isn’t in love with you like I am.” Yunho blurted out in response. With his ears tinted pink, he seemed to realise what he had just said and attempted to pull his hands out of yours. “Shit, sorry, I uh, I wasn’t supposed to tell you like that, well let’s be real I wasn’t supposed to tell you at all because you don’t feel the same way but little late for that now. Listen, I totally understand that it’s one-sided and I can give you spa-”

You promptly shoved your hand over his mouth to interrupt his blabbering, an endeared smile adorning your features along with a rush of blood to your cheeks.

“I certainly would hope Seonghwa doesn’t love me in the way you do because for starters, he’s my brother so ew and also I may be a little in love with you too.” You whisper, even though it’s just the two of you, feeling overwhelmed at the sudden change in events. “So, actually, I think I’d quite like it if you didn’t give me space and maybe, I don’t know, invaded it instead.”

Even as you said it yourself, you couldn’t help but cringe a little at how cheesy the line sounded but Yunho didn’t seem to mind as his face lit up and he stood in between your legs as you stayed perched on the stool. He moved his hands to grip your waist as he hauled you up onto the countertop instead, putting your face level with his own.

“You know, Seonghwa suggested that I, uh, that I sleep in your room on San’s old bed, but I don’t know maybe I should be kept under closer supervision, after all I did faint today.” Your voice somehow came out even quieter than before, but it didn’t waver as you left your proposition hanging in the air left between your faces.

“Hmm, I think you might be right about that, I mean it would only be right for me to share my space with you. I need to be able to check up on you and make sure that the heat hasn’t gotten to you again. We ought to be responsible, I think.” He feigned innocence but his eyes were trained on your lips as he spoke.

You brushed your lips against his, barely a ghost of a touch, as you smirked.

“Let’s go be responsible in your bed then.”

[waywardted]

previously mundane concepts that now torment me on a daily basis thanks to the hit streaming series Ted Lasso!

[ilikemesometaetaes]

Banana Split (M)

Kim Taehyung Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: He just wanted to catch up on some of your work. He didn’t actually mean to encroach on your privacy. Are you mad, though?

•••> Pairing(s): Taehyung/Reader

•••> Word Count: 3.94k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | college!au | BestFriendstoLovers!au | Taehyung!au | SpringBreak!au

•••> Warnings: imagined smut, aggressive yearning, fingering, masturbation (Taehyung), Tae is kind of a soft dom and he’s been waiting for ya

❂ Amortentia In Spring

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Amora through @bangtansorciere​​

AU Type: Primrose

Theme: Spring

Kinks: multiple orgasms, edging, praising, blowjob, hair pulling, creampie, cumplay, throat fucking, fingering, handjob

~#~

Kim Taehyung sits across the table from you, watching you chew on your bubble gum while the two of you wait for your food. Your eyes are currently cast to his left, overlooking the parking lot and street as the sun sets on the horizon of the sea. The golden glow of the descending light makes your eyes much more vibrant than the dingy white light of the diner.

It’s Friday- the third Friday of spring- and it’s the last weekday before spring break flows into the weekend for your inevitable return to classes. The weather outside still remains slightly nippy on some days, prompting you to wear the baggy sweatshirt he had gifted to you all those years ago, yet today’s weather proved to warn of the oncoming assault of summer as a thin sheen of sweat covers your forehead even though you wear shorts. If anything, it was a little too warm today, sending the two of you to escape the heat by succumbing to the craving of the local diner’s famous banana split.

He exhales heavily as he slouches back into the booth and only slightly winces as he hears the sound of the leather squeaking against his body. The action is almost a normal occurrence to him now that he’s been in the same seat more than a handful of times over the past five days.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, turning your head to face his unmoving eyes. The sound of his puffed out breath had obviously caused you to tear your gaze away from the distant beach so that you could address the sound. Are you concerned?

Taehyung can tell that you prompt the question carefully- you leave your eyes wary of prolonged connection with his own brooding ones because you can tell that he’s in a mood. He only sighs a little more and moves his gaze away from your face to replace your previous one on the beach.

“Nothing.” He replies. His throat provides hardly any sound, making the word a little raspy, and his lips are slightly dry from how he neglected to wet them with his mind deep in thought. Upon noticing that his lips were a little rough against each other, he pokes his tongue out to wet them before mending his statement with the smallest amount of spite tainting his inflection. “Nothing at all.”

Your emotions are kept in check on the regular, always caring about others’ feelings more than your own. Taehyung is very familiar with this notion. However, instead of talking about most your feelings like he does his with you, you keep your own buried deep within the confines of your mind. He remembers you telling him very recently that you came to realize that it’s because you are afraid to address your own.

He finds this trait very admirable yet completely idiotic as he stares at the ocean.

“Doesn’t sound like nothin’ to me.” Taehyung watches you out of the corner of his eye as you say this, leaning your cheek against one of your hands and slightly jumbling your speech in result. He has half the mind to turn towards you so that he can see how cute you look with one of your cheeks squished against your face yet decides against it. He’s got to stop doing that.

He sighs once more, for dramatic effect, before finishing the shortened conversation. “Well, it is.”

Taehyung knows that this could be considered as baiting, but he needs to move things along. It’s part of his plan.

His plan is to make you frustrated. To irritate you. To make you flustered with the effort of trying to get him to open up when he was such an open book before. For once, he’s playing hard to get in order to see how you react. However, his plans are slowly dwindling as he fights the urge to just press on and be bold.

Because there is no possible way that you can keep your feelings for him covered up for much longer.

He wants you to be able to do it on your own accord. He doesn’t want to reveal that he knows already because he is very aware that your embarrassment is strong enough to force you into cutting him off completely- even though you like him ‘to the moon and back.’ Your belief that he has no feelings for you is capable of ruining everything. He has seen it happen in dramas and real life where someone goes off and hurts themselves because they assume that they possess unrequited love.

He didn’t mean to read your journal. It was just… lying there, open to the most recent and halfway-filled page on your bed. Your entry was cut short when he showed up to your house, unannounced, to watch the newest episode of WandaVision.

At first, he thought it was a journal for school. It was a basic, college-ruled spiral notebook. Plain and simple. For crying out loud, it was open. Taehyung’s curiosity had a history of getting the better of him.

Being in the workforce already, Taehyung didn’t have time for school yet. He planned on taking a few years to work and make money so that he could settle into a nice place and pay for his tuition comfortably- without the concern of too much debt. That being said, he still desperately wanted to learn, so he lived the university life vicariously through you.

Any classes you took, he’d press you to tell him about. He loved to hear about the university environment and adored when you talked about what you learned. He even did your homework with you. Taehyung was eager to learn and you were his way of doing so until he could do it himself.

So when he saw your journal- again, it was open- just lying there on your bed, his fingers itched to eat up the new information on the page.

‘His hand was so warm on my shoulder and I couldn’t help but want to hold that hand in my own. Is there something wrong with me?’

At first, Taehyung thought the writing was for your english class- a practice of creative writing so that your professor could gauge your level of syntax and diction. He continued to read onto the next sentence with a small smile on his face, glad that he could read some of your own work.

‘I know I’m not supposed to feel this way. He’s my best friend. I could ruin everything. But those brown eyes and that gorgeous smile just beg me to love them on the regular. If he liked me back, Taehyung would-‘

Taehyung dropped the journal on your bed as if it had burned him. He took a step back, dumbfounded, as he processed that his name was on the page. His mind refused to let him believe that you wrote such things about him. It was impossible.

Because if it were true- that you had feelings for him- he could finally bring all of the years that he had been in love with you to the surface.

He knows it was wrong, looking back, however, he is also aware that choosing to read more of your journal was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. Taehyung would have never have gone through more of your private life if he hadn’t read his name so many times.

As he remembers the content of your journal, he listens to you mirror his sigh and watches as you assume the same slouched position that he’s in. From you, though, the sigh contains just the smallest hint of a whine- a sound that can be easily misplaced if he just closed his eyes and imagined.

In your journal, most of the entries were pure and wholesome, recalling certain actions he did that were adorable and silly to you. He smiled warmly at these words and felt his heart swell with the forbidden praise.

Hidden within the different journal entries, however, were the occasional ones that made his fists clench against his thighs and his thoughts run wild with untamed desire for possibility. He could taste the potential on his tongue as his mind played out the scenarios within his head like he was watching a movie.

‘Good god. I watched that man curl those weights like they were nothing today. I wonder what his biceps would look like as he shoves his fingers inside me.’

‘Taehyung’s shirt rode up while we were hanging out today and I saw his happy trail. I couldn’t stop my eyes from tracing down below his belly button, wishing I could trace my finger over it as I went down, down, down…’

Taehyung, keeping his gaze on the waves, feels his heart pound in his chest. He watches cars pass by, training his eyes on the people walking the streets, and zeroes in on a man walking his dog while he feels the ghost of your fingers trailing below his belt. He imagines you wrapping your hands around him, stroking softly, praising in whispers as you let your lips just barely tickle the shell of his ear.

“Y/N,” He says suddenly, confidently. You jump slightly at the volume. Where did this boldness come from? “Is this a date?”

He turns to face you to gauge your reaction, hoping that you won’t recoil in disgust despite his knowledge that you won’t. You want it to be a date. You wrote about it so many times in your journal, after all- fuck, he’s got to stop banking on that thing.

“W-what?” You stutter and flush instantly, the tips of your ears turning red. He can’t help but let the corner of his mouth slip from the tight line he’d been keeping it in as it curls upward into a small smile. You’re so adorable.

“Are we on a date, Y/N?” He’s more adamant about the question this time, placing his fingers on the underside of his chin thoughtfully. You become slightly smaller under the intense scrutiny of his gaze, although he knows that you have nothing to be afraid of. He just hopes he doesn’t scare you into silence.

Your brain functioning must come screeching to a halt because your eyes become distant and wide while your shoulders slump until they touch the leather of the booth. Taehyung watches as you deflate and lose all sense of conviction with his rise in brazenness. He decides that he is alright with this. He can take this situation by the horns now.

You don’t confirm that it is, but you don’t deny that it isn’t. This, he finds, is not enough. Your silence is satisfactory enough for him to press on with the impending end of your small vacation looming over his head, but the amount of time he has left before the two of you go back to real life- him working and you schooling- is not enough.

“Because I…” He trails, confidence boost deteriorating as the seconds tick by on the clock on the far wall. “I want it to be.”

You gasp audibly before gulping. He keeps his eyes trained on yours despite losing his sense of mind and hopes that you won’t shy away from the situation.

Because he knows you. He’s been your friend for the past seven years. Middle school was enough for him to take a liking to you and high school was enough to show him that you were a magnet for his love. By the time the two of you graduated, he was completely and irrevocably in love with you. Taehyung knows how you shy away from the things you want most, taking them deep inside and keeping them from ever seeing the light of day again.

He decides then and there that he must help those things break free from your claws of confinement.

Instead of delaying his process any longer, he places his hands down on the leather of his side of the booth and moves to slide out.

“Wait.”

The word comes out almost as a whisper. You seem tiny and shy in your place, yet you have a small edge of misplaced determination made obvious by the small furrow in your brow. Taehyung smiles softly, heart leaping for joy as you misjudge the situation.

You look anywhere but at him. “Don’t leave.”

“I wasn’t leaving, sweetheart.” He says this as softly as possible, careful with the use of the new name. He notes the way your mouth twitches slightly at the sound of it. “I’m just changing my seat.”

Taehyung heaves himself from his position and moves slowly, approaching your side of the table to sit next to you with a manner similar to that of a panther stalking a stray deer. Your eyes widen as you watch him slide in next to you and he just waits until your shoulders relax from the tense position you had put them in to place his hand above yours.

“Here are your banana splits, babes.” The waiter from earlier, a rather petite man, slides the plates onto the table in front of you so quietly while speaking the words so loudly that the two of you jump- a distraction from the heavy tension that was immensely welcome for you.

Taehyung turns briefly to face him, smiling while he glances down at his name tag. “Thanks, Jimin.”

“Let me know if you…” Jimin averts his gaze from your flushed face and Taehyung’s unspoken claim over you. “…need anything else.”

As the man skirts away from the two of you after noticing the moment he obviously interrupted, Taehyung turns his head to face you again. He’s entertained to find that you have already begun to dig in to your dessert. Another distraction from the matter at hand.

Only a few seconds pass before Taehyung notices the globule of vanilla ice cream that collects at the corner of your lips. He zeroes in on the image, automatically filling his head with the scene of his cum bloating your cheeks as you stare up at him with those big eyes. He swallows thickly before reaching a hand up to swipe it away.

“You’ve got a little…” He murmurs.

Like a dream, instead of letting him pull his finger away, you capture the pad of his thumb with your lips and give it a momentary swirl with your tongue. This action only lasts a fleeting moment before you release him. 

Kim Taehyung stops breathing as he lets his hand fall to his lap in utter stupefaction.

“Y/N,” He says your name in a whisper, heart racing much too fast to speak normally. He’s afraid that if he attempts to speak normally now, it would come out wavering and unsteady with how his body pulses with excitement. The time for his move is now. “Can I kiss you?”

The need to hold you howls within him, begging to feel your delicate body against his so that he can put your yearning and want to rest. He wants to satisfy his own need that slowly but steadily grows stiffly in his trousers but his priority is to make you cum on his tongue. On his fingers. On his cock. Fuck, he just wants to feel you.

Instead of answering him, you lurch your body forward in a move that surprises him so much that he makes a sound of shock when your lips connect with his. The opening of his mouth from the sound causes your bottom lip to slip between his own lips, allowing the palette of your breath to kiss his tongue.

Taehyung tastes vanilla ice cream and banana. He fucking loves it.

Eager to taste more, he bravely sticks out his tongue to swipe between your parted lips and he wraps you in his embrace, pressing forward. He presses until your head touches the window behind you so that he can kiss you as deeply as possible. Delightfully, there’s a small amount of ice cream and a hint of banana still waiting for him to enjoy on your tongue.

You let out the softest of moans, cautious to let anyone hear you despite there being close to no one else in the vicinity. Taehyung can’t help but reach for your thigh to feel the way it clenches against the other as he seeks to make you louder- to make him prouder.

The confidence comes back in waves, pushing his hand further and further up the length of your skin until he ghosts the tip of his index finger against the zipper of your shorts.

“Tae,” You pull away from him and your best friend immediately grows worried for what’s going through your head. The anticipation only lasts for a few seconds before you put his concern to rest. “Touch me.”

He does this gladly. For a moment, Taehyung is embarrassed by how fast his fingers fly to undo the button and zipper, however, he knows that this opportunity could pass by much too fast if another interruption breaks the rhythm of this moment.

A moan rises from his throat as his fingers dip into your folds and collect the small bit of wetness that accumulated there. His cock jerks against the constraints of his jeans at the sensation, desperate to feel the wetness of your pussy coating his skin and dripping down until it streaks onto his legs. Good god.

Kim Taehyung remembers what it was like to lie alone in his bed the night he read through your journal. He had imagined what the first time with you would be like if he ever got there. Asking himself questions and playing out the scenarios of all of the daydreams you had written about.

‘Is he the type to obliterate me until I could no longer keep my eyes open or would he be the cruel type that drags it out and makes me beg?’ Taehyung, with his hand placed on his dick over his boxers, weighs the options carefully.

He could push you through countless orgasms, making you whine and beg him to keep going yet whimper for an end to be near. He liked this idea, loving the image of your body trying to decide between recoiling yet edging closer to his attention as he decided what he would do. 

Taehyung could also make the first time build into a crescendo, leading to one mind-blowing orgasm that put you to sleep after dragging it on and on for what felt like forever. As he weighed these ideas in his mind, he lightly increased the pressure on his dick until it was jerking into his hand with the indecision to do both of these things to you on his dick.

You let out a breathy sigh, pulling him from his thoughts for a moment as you feel his index and middle fingers prod your walls. Taehyung uses his other arm to wrap around your waist and bring you and your warm cunt closer to him while he still thinks about what fucking you in his car in the next twenty minutes will be like based on your desires in your journal.

‘I want him to pull on my hair so hard it feels like my scalp is about to come off. Would he grab it that hard while I sucked his dick?’

Taehyung groans into your mouth at this thought, picturing your teary eyes and beautiful lips spread wide to accommodate him. He doesn’t believe you’ve had that much experience sucking dicks, so you’d probably gag on him a few times while he fisted your hair and pushed himself down your throat. 

In his mind, he imagines using his other hand to press it against your neck to feel if his dick actually made it stick out at all. He wants to say it even as the two of you sit on the booth doing nothing but a little bit of heavy petting; “Relax your throat so I can fuck it, okay sweetheart?” He had been wanting to call you sweetheart for so long and throat-fucking you whilst wiping away your tears was the perfect way to do so.

‘It’s been so long since I’ve been fantasizing about Tae that him telling my dog ‘good girl’ actually made me a little wet. Would he call me a good girl? Oh, I’d be so good for him.’

Taehyung’s fingers become more persistent at this remembrance, hoping to make his good girl feel good despite the compromising position in the empty diner. Your fingers dig into his forearm and bicep as he toys with your clit with his thumb and he can tell by the way your walls tighten around his fingers while you slightly scoot your body even closer to him that you’re approaching your orgasm. The shy girl from mere minutes ago was gone, replaced by a sex-stricken woman who had been hiding her feelings from her best friend for years.

‘It’s so weird that I think about this, but I wonder if I could feel him cumming against my cervix if he fucked me deep enough. I’d very much like that.’

When he touched himself in his bed that night, he had cum almost instantly at the thought. Despite being young and completely unprepared for a child, Taehyung wanted to cum so deep in you that there was no chance that you didn’t make it out of it without becoming pregnant. He wanted to feel himself pulse inside you and unload load after thick load of his cum until you were dripping with it. Hell, he’d probably want to push it back inside you just to watch it come out again.

Taehyung detaches his lips from yours and relocates them to your neck in a frenzy to make you cum on his fingers. He needs to feel your pussy tighten on his fingers. Needs to feel this sensation desperately so that he knows you’re ready enough to take his cock when he steals you away from the diner and throws you into his car. If he was going to lose his cool like he thought he would, you’d need to be ready to take all eight years’ worth of his wrath.

A throat clears from behind him just as your thighs begin to tremble and he rips his hand from your shorts to address the intruder. Awkwardly, he holds up the hand covered in your juices to avoid getting it anywhere on himself, you, or the table.

“I’m sorry, but…” Jimin. The fucking bastard. He gulps and squeaks out the rest of his sentence. “You can’t do that here. Please take that outside.”

“Gladly.” Taehyung bites this word out, grasping your hand in his while you sit frozen against the wall. He had managed to crush you against it sometime during his craze for your body. You don’t even have a chance to button and zip up your shorts before he’s tugging you from your spot towards the doors.

He takes one glance back to gauge your reaction once more, hoping that you’re still in the mood and ready, and notices that your banana splits sit practically untouched. Taehyung doesn’t really care.

He finds your cheeks completely flushed, his love bite stamped into the side of your neck, and your lips parted in an unconscious breath for more; you looked completely fucked out and ready. Taehyung raises his eyebrow at you to silently ask ‘You good?’

You bite your lip and nod curtly, tightening your grip around his palm. Almost devilishly, he smiles.

The backseat of his car it is, then.

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Welp, I did a majority of this in about two hours lol. Feel free to check out my Masterlist for more of my work!

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