#gonna make ramen and take a shower and just chill

[orcelito]

Man actually the fact that time will keep passing and I will keep experiencing life and earning new memories over and over and over again until my dad is in the past wholly and entirely is so fucked up Actually. It's been half a year but it feels so fresh. But things will keep happening. I will keep growing. Life goes on. Maybe someday I'll adopt children. My dad will never know them. I can tell them about him but they'll never Know. I don't care about my grandpa who died before I was born at all. Granted he was an abusive alcoholic who drank himself to death. But guess who else drank himself to death? It'd be up to me to carry on his memory and like that's just so much pressure. I wish he was just fucking here himself to carry on his own memory. What the fuck.

[mangocustard16]

SEVENTEEN AS YOUR OLDER BROTHERS

genre: fluff, humor, banter(i tried) warnings: cursing, playful sibling banter wc: 910ish a/n: thank you anon! and please reblog if you enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated✿

seungcheol

he would fit well into the caring and protective older brother type. takes you out to eat all the tasty food he had with members. also classic in asian big brother fashion he would tease you to the point where you are pulling at your hair in frustration, but the moment someone else tries to talk shit about you! OH! he is throwing hands

jeonghan

the type of brother who eats the ramen you cooked for yourself (true beauty han seojun reference) he would make a fuss about you sitting in your room with a BOY. "he is not my boyfriend!" "then come out and sit in the living room you idiot" definitely the one who suggested the open-door policy

joshua

he could compete with your parents on who could spoil you more. buys you all sorts of gifts and sweets when he's on tour. like literally, homeboy had to buy another suitcase just so he could fit everything he bought. he gives you advice when you need it and even when you don't need it, and supports you in anything you do.

junhui

the type of brother who cried on all your graduation days yes, even elementary. growing up in different countries, he would be the type to ask you, how your school work was going and if you were keeping up with your studies with tears streaming down both of your faces. the type to send you gifts for scoring good marks in your weaker subjects

hoshi

he is the older brother who acts more like the maknae of the family. you would have to constantly remind him about putting his clothes in the laundry basket and might even have to stay up late because he forgot his project was due the next day. you would love your brother to bits but he will annoy the living shit out of you

wonwoo

he is very laid-back and easy to talk to. You could tell him all your secrets, and he would give you advice. is tired of deleting 139904 pics of you in the same pose off his phone and makes sure you can hear him whine about it but makes sure that he backs up about 3 of them

woozi

woozi is protective, but he also gives you your space and lets you make your own decisions. lots and lotsss of stupid arguments and silent treatments. definitely the type to take the blame if your parents were mad at you. if something was going wrong at home he would be over straight away, even if his schedule was packed.

dokyeom

another fake older brother spotted. he would probably embarrass you in front of the guys you like, just a little, and just for fun because he would never approve of anyone you ever bring back home. he knows that you look up to him, and this is what pushes him to keep going. the type of brother to wake you up by creating a ruckus and running around playing the sogo.

mingyu

we all know how mingyu and his younger sister talk to each other, that's just the way it is all the time. CURSE WORDS, CURSE WORDS, AND CURSE WORDS flying all across the house, across the table EVERYWHERE. but the moment someone tries to talk shit about you, mingyu is gonna make sure those are the last words coming out of their mouths

the8

the most chill brother of them all, still quite protective but knows that you can protect yourself, but is there in the back just in case. growing up apart made him cherish you so much more. showering you with gifts, giving you princess treatment cuz you are his little princess. saved up his breakfast money in elementary school to buy you the bubble machine for your birthday.

seungkwan

he would be wholesome and annoying at the same time as a brother. always interested in your business, "who are you talking to?" "you shouldn't talk to her i heard she's a bitch. Yeah". he loves to GOSSIP. if you both were in the same school, he would tell you all the gossip. he would also tail you to your class and would be waiting outside afterward so that you both could continue your argument.

vernon

cannot argue with you for the love of god because you understand each other too well. but whenever you argue it is about the pettiest things. "how DARE you eat the last slice it was mine". literally scares off every boyfriend you have ever had. holds you and pats your back when things get overwhelming. also the brother who convinces your parents for anything you want

dino

this boy nags you more than your parents. "look at your watch. what time is it huh? don't you see it is dark outside? when were you planning on coming home if i hadn't called you?" the only way he stops is when you throw a pillow right at his face. the type of brother to change your wallpaper to scare you. fighting him is like fighting a wall both verbally and physically. cuz this man is built like a wall and when he knows it is indeed his fault he just closes his door and refuses to listen. makes up by getting you mc donalds.

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[xsweetcatastrophe]

You broke me first

part 27

cill: bad news.

zoe: uhoh. what?

Zoe hated text messages like this. It’s bad enough he was leaving soon, how much worse can it get?

cill: it was more than just a wardrobe fitting.

Zoe: ???

cill:

Zoe laughed at the picture, staring at the signature pesky haircut he’s been subjected to all this time during this series. He hated it, he hated the upkeep, and he hated growing it out. Zoe knew he was relishing in the last couple of days of his normal hair before the inevitable happened.

Zoe: wow they really went short on the sides! Better wear a hat you’re gonna catch cold over there.

Cill: i’ll be living in hoodies with the hood up for the foreseeable future.

cill: how you feeling, bunny?

Zoe had taken a sick day from work today. She didn’t feel good, had the chills, and had zero appetite. She was camped out on the couch with a cozy blanket, a cup of tea and the remote while being under the care of her trusty live-in nurse - Scout, of course.

Zoe: a bit better. definitely a lot better than this morning. Scout has been taking care of me. Might actually take him out in a bit and get fresh air.

cill: don’t go outside if you’re sick. i’ll do it when i get home. did you eat anything?

Zoe’s heart still fluttered when he said home. THEIR home, where they live together, even if it’s just the time being.

zoe: i had some ramen noodles for lunch. maybe ill take a bath. i want to change the sheets too just in case whatever i have is contagious, dont need you getting sick.

cill: i’ll take care of the sheets and Scout. you just rest and take a bath. when i get home we’ll talk about dinner.

Zoe: can i suggest a pizza?

cill: not a chance.

zoe: worth a shot.

Zoe smiled and put her phone down on the couch. She looked at scout who was laying the couch by her feet sound asleep. She sighed and was hoping he’d want to go out.

“Scout… hey, wanna go out, boy?” Zoe whispered, nudging the sleeping dog with her foot.

Scout yawned, looked at her, and rolled over and went back to sleep, facing away from her.

“sheesh, okay then,” Zoe mumbled. she peeled back the blanket she was under and stood up to stretch. She was still in her pajamas, which was a baggy band t-shirt that came down to just above her knees. She hadn’t showered yet, was sure she smelled gross and she definitely felt gross. She made her way to the linen closet and pulled out a fresh towel and made her way to the bathroom.

She hasn’t been able to take a bath since she took a bath at Cillian’s in his ginormous, pristine, white bathtub. Her bathroom seemed small and dirty, and didn’t seem as relaxing as Cillian’s bathroom felt. But, she knew the warm water would make her feel better, so she decided to make the best of it, as she turned on the hot water faucet. She decided to grab a bath bomb and a lavender candle to make it more cozier.

She stripped off her T-shirt and panties and lowered herself into the warm water after dropping the bath bomb in. She had the candle lit on the corner of the edge of the tub and she was already starting to smell the lavender fill the room. She cursed herself for forgetting a second towel to fold and use as a pillow for her head, so her dirty T-shirt would have to suffice.

She relaxed and lowered herself even lower into the water, exhaling and closing her eyes. Her tub made Cillian’s look like an olympic sized swimming pool, and she had to bend her knees out of the water.

“If i close my eyes and pretend im anywhere else, its not so bad,” Zoe thought, feeling the water gently slosh around her legs. She heard the jingle of metal on metal, and she opened one eye to see where it was coming from. She was greeted by two big brown eyes staring back at her from the bathroom door.

“don’t tell me NOW you wanna go out,” Zoe said to Scout. Instead, he nudged the door open farther and made his way into the bathroom, peeking into the tub. Zoe pat his head, thinking he wanted some attention. Once he realized she was wet, he cowered away from her hand. He instead circled on the rug outside the tub and lay down, seemingly wanting to nap close to her.

“awww,” Zoe said softly, closing her eyes again. “good boy.”

-

“hey.. baby.. hey.. HEY,”

Zoe jolted awake, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes to Cillian kneeling next to her on the outside of the tub, hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“I forget you sleep like a rock. I was calling your name when i came home, and i found you in the bathtub like this,” Cillian laughed.

Zoe sat up and awkwardly stretched, her neck now in pain from the awkward angle.

“I didn’t think i’d doze off, I just wanted a quick dip to warm me up”

Cillian looked at his watch. “well, you texted me saying you were taking a bath 2 hours ago, and that water is barely warm anymore,” he said, standing up and grabbing the towel she had placed on the vanity earlier. he opened it in his hands and walked towards the tub. “come on, up.”

Zoe stood up and started shivering almost immediately. Cillian was quick to wrap the towel over her, rubbing her arms to warm her up. He then opened his arms and took her into them, holding her against his body.

“Can’t have you drowning on me, I’d miss you too much,” he said into her hair, giving her a kiss to her temple.

“I miss your bathtub in your old house,” Zoe mumbled. “That was heaven.”

“I’ll build you a bigger bathtub in the new house,” Cillian mumbled back.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just hard to come back to what you’ve always known once you had a taste of luxury, that’s all i’m saying” Zoe replied.

“well when we’re in the new house you won’t have to worry about taking baths in small bathtubs again,” Cillian said giving her a quick kiss. “I stopped at that restaurant you like in the next town over and brought home some soup for you, and something for myself. I’m gonna walk Scout to the corner quick so he can pee, you get changed and meet in the living room, yeah?”

Zoe smiled. “thank you. that sounds good.”

Cillian walked out of the bathroom towards where Scout was and grabbed his leash while Zoe made her way to her bedroom. She grabbed some new underwear, some sweatpants and one of Cillian’s old T-shirts that would be extra baggy and extra comfortable. She put on some socks and made her way to the living room where she saw the takeout containers on the coffee table.

Zoe went to grab some bowls, plates and utensils and placed them on the coffee table. She grabbed bottle of water for herself and Cillian and made herself cozy on the couch.

While she was trying to find something to watch, Cillian came home with Scout. Scout ran to his basket of toys and pulled out a plush giraffe and began shaking it.

“Dog has so much energy, i swear we RAN home,” Cillian said, kicking off his shoes. He made himself comfortable next to Zoe and started unwrapping the containers.

“How did everything else go today?” Zoe asked, ignoring his shaved head. She already knew how that went.

“ummm…” Cillian started, hesitant to continue. If he was trying to hide something from Zoe, she picked up on it immediately. Something was up.

“what?”

“Well, for one, your magazine called. They said I have to do the interview all over again, with someone else,” Cillian said.

“that sucks, did they tell you who?”

“Some girl named Cindy? Cynthia?”

Zoe groaned. “great. good luck with that one. Where i ended up in bed with you by accident, she’ll try and sleep with you for real,” Zoe said.

“I think it’s over Zoom so you have nothing to worry about,” Cillian laughed.

Cillian cut up some chicken and took a bite. After swallowing, he continued.

“there’s uh… there’s more”

Zoe sat in silence, waiting for him to continue.

“My manager, Mary, is going out on maternity leave, and we’ve been having a hard time trying to find someone in the interim, but her and Hannah went to the same college or sorority or whatever, and she volunteered to do it while Mary is out. So Hannah is gonna be glued to my hip for the next couple of months. And apparently … I’m leaving for London on Monday.” Cillian said the last part very fast and very softly.

Zoe could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

be cool, be cool, be cool.

“oh wow… monday? that’s … in 3 days.” Zoe said.

Cillian put his fork down and grabbed her hand.

“I know, love, but it’s not permanent you know that. and we’ll talk every day. multiple times a day. I’m coming back.”

“i know.” Zoe said, forcing a smile. “I’ll coordinate stuff for the house for you while you’re gone, with all the furniture deliveries and stuff.”

“I appreciate it. thanks love. I already made you a key” he said, digging into his pocket.

“Assumed i’d help you move while you’re off being Tommy Shelby?? how’d you know i’d say yes to helping?!” Zoe joked.

Cillian smiled. “I was making you a key, regardless.” he leaned in and gave her a kiss, placing the key in her hand.

“So you and Hannah are gonna be quite the team…” Zoe continued.

“Yeah,” Cillian replied, “I had no idea she had managerial experience. But she started in the industry as a manager and pivoted into PR, so..” he continued, shrugging his shoulders.

“Cillian and Hannah, the dynamic duo,” Zoe said, taking a spoonful of soup.

“Yea,” Cillian chuckled, grabbing another mouthful of food.

“I mean, hey, what could go wrong?”

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[empressofdiamonds]

hi, any tips how to level up as a college student? im like broke :(( all these levelling up tips i read needed some cash or something especially if i wanted to improve my appearance etc

I have some tips

BEAUTY&HEALTH

If you don't workout, start by doing that. There's YouTube playlists with whole workouts, from yoga to HIIT. You can do workouts on bare ground, it's gonna be uncomfortable sometimes tho.

Adopt healthy habits while on campus, skip the coffee unless necessary, skip the sugar crap, drink your water, take the stairs instead of the elevator et cetera. Small changes seem meaningless but they compound.

Instead of ramen go for potatoes. Better nutriment content and way less salt, potatoes are very cheap and can be prepped lots of ways. Salt in heavy amounts is gonna make you feel like crap then look like crap.

Focus on REGULARITY in your skincare and beauty routine. No need to buy the expensive 100$ retinols, it can be later, right now focus on doing your moisturizer everyday. And your washing routine as well!

Body massages are free. Do them yourself with your usual body moisturizer or bare hands. Olive oil can do in a pitch but you gotta shower afterwards.

Look at free group ativities your school offers. Can be yoga, Zumba, hikes, etc. Socialization is also gonna be really helpful for wellbeing.

WELLBEING

Therapy is fucking EXPENSIVE and that's understandably not accessible for your average student. Often campuses offer free or low-cost mental health resources, sometimes you gotta search for it.

Just don't do drugs. Not weed, either. You are broke, why wanna make yourself even more broke? They fuck with your academic performance too.

Focus on ROUTINE. Laundry Sundays, Chill Fridays, everyday you tidy up a bit, you fold away clothes while you listen to YouTube lectures, you meal prep good meals. I am not asking you to emulate the "THAT girl" routine but have something that's REGULAR and consistent so you get some structure around your life. It sounds real stupid but us humans LOVE structure and we thrive with it.

If you don't have classes that day, planify some fixed time activity. NEVER have planless days! For the why, see previous point.

For procrastination, see my posts about procrastination. TLDR: Save yourself future anxiety that's gonna handicap you even more, a shitty work is better than no work, the teachers have seen all kinds of crap and yours is probably gonna be better than the worst.

Socialization is like the most easy stupid médecine. If you feel uneasy or in the gutter call someone or text someone. Not necessarily to dump your stresses on them but just to talk about whatever. Distraction + the other person will be happy to know about you. Go talk to friends during breaks instead of scrolling on Tiktok, check out clubs, go to teacher's desk hours to ask questions then add a lil bit of conversation.

Doing the best you legitimately can give at that moment is amazing. It is way better than nothing. So even if you don't feel at your full potential, do your best, that's it. Just that.

Free ebooks. B-ok(dot)cc is totally illegal. Pick books based on what uneases you're feeling. Reading about others experiences is gonna be helpful, making you feel less lonely.

NETWORKING

Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg. The best book for women abt network, adresses common mistakes women do. Read it. .

Friendships ARE networking. Some people think that networking is like this intimidating thing but IT IS JUST MAKING FRIENDS AND ACQUAINTACES. Just go to people to just fucking talk about stuff then the networking aspect comes later when you need it. When you approach people with SOLE idea if networking people gonna be put off by you. Just go socialize and have fun and that's it. Jeez.

Social media is a good way to track your network but the work starts in the ground, not online. Go meet people, just small talk, have fun, ask questions, etc. Friend requests on Facebook then radio silence is NOT networking.

For the love of God, go find yourself some clubs! It's gonna be beneficial for your health, it's easy, you make friends, you have fun. Then see previous points.

[jeonjeonggukenergy]

May 31

summary ~ on the last day of your senior year living together, you're still fighting your feelings for your roommate jungkook. before you can fully move out and move on, he makes a pretty significant scheduling error. #and there was only one bed

genre ~ fluff, smut / roommate!au, college!au, bit of crack/fake texts

wordcount ~ 5k

warnings ~ smut (18+), blowjob (oral: m receiving), nipple play, marking, penetrative sex, cumplay (sort of oral: f receiving), jungkook just goes hard as expected BUT IT'S SOFT? this is just super cheesy and cute with some hopefully hot smut

a/n ~ surprise oneshot! and they were roommates? and there was only one bed? this is all my fave tropes wrapped into one, i had a ton of fun writing it and i hope yall enjoy :')

~ read on ao3 ~

You walked up to your apartment door just as a boy from the class below you walked out—with a wave, a "see ya, Jungkook!" and what appeared to be the last piece of your roommate's bedframe.

"You...sold...your bed?"

"Well, sort of. I borrowed it from that guy for the year while he was studying abroad. So now I'm giving it back to him. Since I'm staying in the city for my new job, though, I wish I could have just kept it. Now I have to actually buy one," Jungkook lamented.

"I mean, okay, but why didn't you just wait to give it back tomorrow when we move out?"

"What do you mean? Today's move-out day. I was just waiting for my brother to get off work to help get all my stuff out of here. I was kind of wondering why you hadn't packed up more, but you've always waited til the last minute to pack for things." Jungkook grinned, recalling your friend group’s spring break trip.

Momentarily distracted by his dig, you defended yourself quickly before returning to the subject. "Hey! At least I always get it done in the end. Better than packing too soon and accidentally giving away your bed a day early. Your new lease doesn't let you move in til the first day of June, right? It's May 31st."

Jungkook's pretty doe eyes went comically wide. "31st? There is no May 31st. It's June 1st. Because yesterday was May 30th. Right?"

"Oh my gosh. You're joking. You have to be joking," you tried not to laugh as you pulled up your Google calendar. "Here, look," you turned the phone around to him. "May 31st."

"Shit," he breathed, pushing the soft shock of hair back from his frozen face. "What did I do?"

You took your phone back, already distracted by your texts as you reassured him. "Don't worry, it’s funny but it's no big deal, I'm just messing with you. You can sleep on the couch for tonight, you'll be fine."

Jungkook grabbed your wrist, making you look up from your screen in surprise. In sitcom-esque slow motion, he swiveled his head sideways and you followed his gaze to the living room, realizing—

"The couch was his too. I gave it back."

"Oh my gosh," you muttered, shaking your head down with a smile. Feeling a little braver on your last full day as roommates, you finally gave Jungkook the warning that had almost slipped out plenty of times over the year. "Jungkookie...you're really lucky you're so cute. Otherwise you wouldn't get away with nearly as much as you do in life.”

"I..." Jungkook dropped your hand, grinning at the usual nickname but unsure how to take the half-compliment. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I forgot about a whole day, I usually double-check my calendar. I can just take the floor for tonight, I guess? I'll go unpack my blanket again. Sorry, I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"No, no," you cut him off—against your better judgment, but determined to ignore your superficial attraction to him to be a good friend and roommate. "Don't be ridiculous, just sleep in my bed. I mean, if that's okay with you of course. It'll definitely be more comfortable than the floor." He nodded rapidly, eyes still wide but mouth perfectly flatlined like an emoji. "Okay then. No worries. Let's eat, I got us takeout for our last night but it's getting cold."

At the mention of food, Jungkook made a beeline for the plastic bags hanging on your arm, and soon you were back to normal—well, sort of. Eating slightly reheated noodles on the living room floor instead of the couch, you giggled over one last Friday night K-drama episode together and reminisced over all the best memories from your year as roommates. You missed the coziness of your couch more than you thought you might, or maybe you just missed the snuggles you'd shared in its corner on countless nights like this one.

Jungkook had always been cutely touchy with his close friends, but it had taken a while for you two to get comfortable. You had to admit you'd gotten spooked when you first met him, disappearing behind your door after a quick "hi, nice to meet you!" and furiously texting your friend and former roommate Jin in distress. He hadn't warned you the new guy he'd found for your apartment was, in your own words, "stupid hot." Jin had laughed you off, saying it hadn't even occurred to him because he just saw his former soccer teammate "JK" as a kid. To be fair, it probably truly had slipped Jin's notice—he barely believed anyone who told him how objectively attractive he was. But Jin was a good enough friend to both you and Jungkook that he took charge of dissolving the initial tension, immediately bringing y'all over for a "double housewarming" dinner party at the cute new place he now shared with his fiancée. (Thank goodness he'd finally listened when you'd told him she found him attractive. Even if it cost you a roommate of two years, you'd happily take credit for that relationship.) That first invitation had felt suspiciously like a double date, but Jin's cooking and hosting skills broke the ice nicely enough. After that, it only took a few more dinners and video game nights to initiate you into their casual rhythm of hair ruffles and backhugs.

Currently, Jungkook had his arm around you to offer a neck rub while you rested your head on his shoulder, hoping he couldn't feel your pulse beneath his fingers. "Ah, you're going so hard," you half-protested.

"I always go this hard! You never complain," he shot back with a teasing grin.

"Nah, come on, you're gonna leave a mark or something. At least check," you lifted your head, sweeping your hair aside. "Is it all red like Jin always gets?" you joked.

Facing away, you had no way of seeing it, but Jungkook's face had gone red too. "Uh...no, it's fine, it's fine." He glanced back to the TV and turned it off, noticing the episode had ended. "Sorry though, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm gonna go shower and get ready for bed."

"Hey, no, it's okay!" You tugged on his shirt as he got up, wanting to reverse whatever you’d done to make him seem so uneasy. "I'm not actually hurt or mad at you or anything, I was just messing with you. Again." You smiled lightheartedly, and his face broke into a soft nose-scrunch at the reassurance.

"Okay, good. I was gonna shower anyway though—so uh, see you in bed I guess?"

"Yeah same, see you in bed," you laughed, trying to maintain the ease in your facial expression until the moment he left the room, upon which your internal monologue immediately turned into "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

You couldn't help thinking about Jungkook in the shower. And not even in the usual way that you couldn't help thinking about Jungkook, in the shower. As much as you hated to admit it, Jin was probably right about your feelings for your sweet, dorky roommate going beyond just physical attraction, or friendship. Jungkook was kind, respectful, smart, athletic, artistic, funny, really hot, and you already got along well enough to live together: he really was the ultimate boyfriend material. You were both pleasantly moderate introverts. He shared your same favorite dramas and brand of instant ramen. Even your parents loved him—wait, did they want you to date him too? A strict follower of every social rule that dictated not dating roommates, coworkers, best friends' exes, exes' best friends, etc., you had simply never allowed yourself to consider the possibility until now. You played back your conversations with Jin over the year and considered the sheer amount of the funny stories you told him, or situations where you asked for his advice, or surprises he'd helped you plan, or simply glowing, grinning descriptions of something new you'd noticed, that all ended up being about Jungkook. He'd never even had to bring him up. Damn Jin for being such a good listener.

~

Almost an hour later, when you were already in bed, Jungkook politely knocked on your door. He always took long showers, and tonight you couldn't decide whether you were thankful for the extra time to prepare yourself or even more stressed from the extra time to overthink.

"Come in," you called quietly. Jungkook shuffled into your room, toe-socked feet making their way to the side of the bed you'd rolled over to clear for him. Cautious, he climbed in, and you stayed safely facing away from each other for a while, winding down for the night on your phones like you both normally did in your separate rooms. So spaced out that you couldn't even detect Jungkook's additional body heat, you felt the chill of the air conditioning instead and kept adjusting the blankets to try and achieve maximum insulation.

Jungkook eventually spoke his first words since he'd entered. "Am I hogging the covers? I'm sorry."

"Oh no, you're totally fine, if anything I'm taking up more than you. I'm just always cold, so I usually sleep in, like, a three-layered burrito. But it's fine! Really, no worries."

To your surprise, Jungkook rolled over, propping his head up on an elbow to look at you. "Well...I...we could..." he started, swallowing when you turned to face him. "I mean, you could wear socks! Like I do!" He pulled a foot out from under the sheets and presented it to your face, cackling.

"I think the fuck not," you snorted, shoving the foot away and falling slightly on top of him as you both lost your balance in giggles. "You couldn't catch me dead in your weird-ass socks."

"That's the secret, though!" he insisted. "That's how I stay warm."

"You are warm," you realized. One of your hands had ended up on his chest, the other arm tucked in the side of his torso, and both were burning up. You supposed you'd settled into similar positions on the couch before but you'd never noticed just how much of a human furnace he was. Maybe it was because he hadn't been wearing his toe socks.

Neither of you said anything for a second. You could feel his heart beating at a slightly elevated but respectable rate, and while you wanted to pull away, if only to spare your own nerves, you also...didn't. You were too scared to stay like this, but too scared to move too. Jungkook seemed similarly stuck, blinking down at your hand on his chest, but eventually he unfroze to reach over it and drag you fully onto him by your shoulder. You simply let him handle you, not making any additional moves but silently enjoying the heat he seemed happy to provide. His hand spread over your back to press your torso to his, radiating heat through your thin t-shirt, and you suddenly grew self-conscious that you were braless. But of course you were, who wears a bra to bed? You were fine. This was fine.

"Are you okay? Is this warmer?" Jungkook asked, as gentle as his touch.

"Yeah! Yeah, this is fine," you responded, the answer muffled by your mouth's placement all too near to his neck. You could sense the heat coming off his skin from there too, but it contrasted with the mild coolness of his still-damp hair. It smelled faintly of floral shampoo, and the scent suddenly amplified all your nerves as the implications of how close he was hit you from head to toe. Even the soft fuzz of his socks brushed your bare legs, now intertwined with his. You weren't exactly small, but the warm solidity of Jungkook’s body under you made you feel fully enveloped by him. Though he'd shared a fair amount of skin with you through the course of your friendship, the intimacy of sharing your bed took every touch to another level, and being pressed so flush against him felt unbearable. You couldn't possibly process a whole year of pure pent-up physical attraction right now, much less any other feelings that may or may not have grown with it, especially when you knew he had no reason to feel anything back. And you were roommates. You just needed to sleep it off and then you could both move, and move on, in peace. Hopefully the odds of ever being stuck in a bed with Jungkook again would go way down after tonight.

Not bothering to get up and turn off the weak string of lights above your headboard, you just slowed your breathing and attempted to drift off to sleep. Pretending the deeper breaths weren't so you could get a better whiff of his soft, flowery hair, you laid still for several minutes, successfully ignoring your body's instinctual response.

Eventually, though, it became impossible to ignore his.

~

Jungkook wasn't that hard, okay. He wasn't a teenager; he thought he could control himself around you enough by now that he could just enjoy this last night without giving anything away. He almost felt bad when you invited him into your bed, sensing your reluctance and knowing it was his own fault that you'd had to offer in the first place. But he knew you wouldn't have asked if you weren't truly okay with it, and that confidence gave him the tiniest swell of hope that maybe you were a little bit more than okay. While Jin refused to give away any real insight into what you thought of him, he'd been teasing Jungkook for six months about his crush on you, eventually convincing him to try making your friendship into more once you both graduated and moved on to different roommates. He had just been planning to bring it up in a much better way than the semi that you could definitely feel against your thigh. You had both been silent about it for over five minutes, though, long enough that he could cross his fingers that you were already asleep. He probably didn't have to worry about a thing.

~

"Jungkook?"

You had finally worked up the courage to stop pretending you’d fallen asleep. You felt him freeze up under you—the defined abs that covered his tiny waist tightening, solid chest muscles contracting, and his thighs tensing to trap yours between them, all at once. You froze too, attempting to speak again but no sound coming out.

"_____, guess what!" he blurted to cut you off. Which was good, because you had absolutely zero plans for what to say after that.

"What?"

"It's after midnight," he said, jolting up to point to the digital clock on your side table. "It really is the first day of June now. So, according to the lease, we're officially no longer roommates. Crazy!"

"I mean...yeah," you affirmed, confused. "But also, we're literally sharing a bed right now. In the same room. So until that changes, I would probably still call us roommates." A little too amused by your own clapback, you raised your head to peek into his wide eyes and smiled, a big one that scrunched up your whole face.

And his dick twitched. Yeah, there was no way you could not notice that.

Before you could even finish your gasp, Jungkook spoke again. "I like you. I'm sorry. I like you. I didn't want to say anything while we were roommates because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and I definitely didn't mean for this to happen, I'm sorry. You can totally not like me back and it's fine. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to tell you like this, I just...I like you. A lot."

Shocked into silence for a second, but galvanized by his unnecessary apology, you responded without thinking for once. "Don't say sorry. You don't need to apologize, it's okay. Oh my gosh, I had no idea. I really had no idea. I, uh, I think I like you too? Shit, okay, I thought you were really hot from, like, the day you moved in, and eventually it became more than that but I didn't want to make anything weird because, yeah, we’re roommates, so I pretty much tried to ignore it all year. But then Jin made me realize that you're basically all I think about—or talk to him about, shit, I must have been so annoying—"

"Jin? JIN?" Jungkook grabbed his phone from the side table and wasted no time in blasting off the last meme in his camera roll. You propped yourself up in his arms, both giggling at Jin's quick shot back.

Looking at him now, a big cheesy smile on his face even as he stirred under you, still a little hard, you nodded as if fully understanding for the first time. "Yeah. I like you too."

As he set down his phone and brought his hand around your back again, his smile faded into a smirk. "Wow."

"Yeah...wow," you echoed, nervous and awkward again. You felt your face grow warmer as he looked slowly to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?"

Blinking, you shifted your weight back down onto him, bringing your face close enough to hear his intake of breath as your hips brushed his dick. "Can you do more than that?"

"Fuck," he whispered. "Yes."

Jungkook snaked one arm down to your ass and one arm up your back to the nape of your neck, holding you close as he kissed you for the first time, fiercely. He didn't waste another minute hesitating now that he knew you had both wanted this for a year. Passionate but not aggressive, he teased the seam of your mouth with the tip of his tongue and you instantly opened for him, gliding your tongue over his smooth bottom lip as his flicked up to the sensitive roof of your mouth. Squeezing your ass to guide your hips down in small circles against him, he tensed his other hand slightly into your hair and you moaned at the competing sensations. Jungkook broke away to absorb every beautiful noise you made as he discovered you, heavy eyes finding yours before he rolled over to pin you to the bed and bury his face in your neck. He smiled into your skin when you moaned again from the satisfying pressure of his full body over you, and carefully rolled his hips into yours as he covered your jawline in tender kisses. One of your hands carved through his thick hair. As you dug the fingertips of your other hand into his prominent back muscles, you suddenly realized you were both still fully clothed and you really, really did not want him to be. Tugging his t-shirt over his head and throwing it aside, you paused before letting him do the same.

"Wait. Take off your socks. I can't believe I didn't make you do that before any of this. I really just almost had sex with someone wearing toe socks. Kill me," you whined over-dramatically.

"Come on, that would have been hilarious. What a first-time story!" Jungkook said earnestly. "Sure you don't want me to leave them on?"

"Please take them off. Please," you only half-jokingly begged.

"You wanna take 'em off for me?" he teased, wiggling a foot in front of you.

"Fine, whatever it takes!" You flung his sock across the room, reaching for his other foot below the covers to get rid of the other one.

He fell on top of you, giggling again, but as soon as you shut him up with your lips he snapped out of it, eagerly deepening the kiss while his warm hands traveled up under your shirt. Smoothing over the curves of your torso and reaching up to firmly grasp your breasts, he moaned into you and you whined back as his thumbs brushed your hardening nipples. He was incredibly physically precise, each movement graceful yet sharp and intentional. You felt deeply lucky to experience this dimension of him, the most perfect and natural expression of his contradictory nature. Equally loving, giving, overachieving, and sensual—with a side of weird socks and Gen Z meme literacy—that was your Jungkook.

"I can't believe this is happening," Jungkook murmured as he pulled your shirt over your head. "I can't believe I get to see you like this. You're so—ohhh." He trailed off, taking in the fully naked glory of your top half for the first time. His head immediately ducked to your chest, sucking dark bruises into the low-lit hollow of your breasts. You squirmed under his hold on the dip of your waist, whimpering, but the grip of your hands in his shiny black locks let him know you didn't really want him to stop. Grinding against his now rock-hard dick, you eventually couldn't take the friction anymore and reached down to try and pull off both of your pajama pants at the same time. Jungkook just laughed.

He paused to help you out, rolling off of you to take care of his own sweatpants, and you kicked off your pajama pants and underwear as Jungkook slowly let his erection spring free above his waistband. You'd never thought a dick could be pretty before, but it honestly made sense that his would be as perfect as the rest of his body. "Fuck," you swore softly, mouth watering. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, and you scrambled to lick the tip as if on instinct, eliciting a much more emphatic "Fuuuuuck!" from him. He spread his legs to let you crawl between them, holding tenuous eye contact as you smirked at his sensitivity. Teasing a single finger up his shaft, you followed its path with your tongue and he let out a deliciously high, shaky moan.

"Please," Jungkook choked out when you approached him, lips pursed. He praised you breathlessly as you tightened a hand around his length and began to sink down. "You feel so good already. Fuck." Closing your eyes, you hollowed your cheeks to accommodate his generous size and dipped your head, sucking him in as far as you could go. He was so responsive, you learned what he liked quickly, and savored each whimper as you stroked his balls gently or swirled your tongue over his slit. You licked all the way from his head to the base and he cried out. Bringing a hand to the back of your head, he didn't quite hold you down, leaving enough slack for you to move if you wanted to, but you submitted to his touch and stayed a second with nearly his whole length in your mouth. And then you swallowed.

"Stop! Stop, please, or I'll cum." He pulled you off by your hair, bringing your forehead to his as you realigned your bodies. "You're so good for me," he professed warmly. "I wanna be good for you."

"Then fuck me," you surprised him by answering bluntly. "Please, I want you so bad."

Jungkook groaned, arching his hips up against you and coating his dick in your wetness. Bringing himself back under control, he pinned you under his thighs and reached down to open you up with a finger. You felt so much more relaxed with him than you had with any previous boyfriend or hookup, and he slid into your entrance fairly easily. You moaned right away when he brushed his thumb over your clit, and he responded with a muttered "Fuck it, you’re so wet already," pulling his finger out and stroking it up your folds as he lined up.

"You're on the pill, right? For your periods," he confirmed.

"Yeah, of course. You really think I'd let you hit it raw otherwise?" you shot back teasingly, trying to hide how touched you were that he remembered from a few months ago, when he'd driven you to pick up your prescription since your car was in the shop. That was your Jungkook.

"No," he said sheepishly. "You're smart."

You smiled up at him fondly, ruffling his hair. "You're smart too. And sweet. And hot. And your dick is enormous. It's kind of unfair."

"Unfair!" he protested. "How can I be unfair when you're perfect?"

"Perfect? Shut up," you dismissed him. "Now I know you're lying. You cheeseball."

"I'm not lying! You're perfect for me."

"Oh, so you're just a hopeless romantic. Where did that come from? What am I getting into?" you fussed playfully.

"Okay, we can make fun of each other later, like always, but right now can I just get into you?" Jungkook pleaded, directing you back to the task at hand.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe this, you're worse than Jin. That was actually pretty impressive—" Surprised, you half-laughed, half-admired his wordplay, but were silenced by both his lips and his first few inches gliding into you.

Not yet breaking your kiss, just absorbing your moans into his mouth as he stretched you out, Jungkook eased himself all the way in. He drank in every detail of your body's response to keep careful track of your comfort. You tilted your ass up against him, absorbing the fullness of his big dick immersed in your walls, and he froze. "Pretty impressive?" he whispered.

"Jungkook," you breathed back in pure pleasure, too overwhelmed to sass back.

"Can I move?" he asked sweetly.

"Fuck. Yes."

Jungkook's brows narrowed as his eyes turned darker, and he snapped his hips up into yours once, twice, before setting a fierce pace that had you crying out with each stroke. He hadn't lost touch on your clit the whole time, and he began to circle his fingers to pleasure you there too, building up an almost unbearable tension throughout your whole body.

"Fuck...fuck! Jungkook!" you chanted. His eyes overcame their fluttering to meet yours. Jungkook stilled, then ground down on you in one big, slow, circle, drinking in your blissed-out expression.

"Harder?" he whispered. Jungkook loved a challenge.

"Sure, harder. Why the fuck not," you keened, high-pitched and desperate. He could split you in half at this point, leave you unable to walk for days, and you'd love it.

Jungkook made a small, delighted noise at your eagerness, kissing you quickly before flipping you over and positioning you on all fours, sheathing himself in you again. He ran his hands along your torso to clutch your breasts from underneath, holding himself up against you with solely the strength of his thighs and his core. Pulsing his hips into you carefully, slowly, to let you get used to the deeper angle, his fingertips skimmed your nipples tantalizingly, warming you further. He dropped one hand to prop himself up and slowly traveled the other down to your center. The lustful, elated exhale you let out when he rubbed your clit made him snap his hips forward, tilting you into the bed before you could engage your thighs to push back against his. Your continuous moans encouraged him that you were enjoying this just as much as him, loving how he remained fully attentive to your pleasure while pounding into you to pursue his own high. He fucked you like a high-intensity workout, pushing his unreasonably built body to its limits of speed and strength. You couldn't help wishing you'd taken him up on more of his offers to hit the gym together, but he seemed to get off on your breathlessness, wanting to give you his all and push you past your limits too. His fingers working as quickly as his hips, heat swelled up inside you, and when you felt sure that the tension in your core was about to break, you turned your head to cry out to him.

"Jungkookie, Jungkook—nhngh, I'm gonna cum."

"Ahhhh," he moaned. "Me too, _____. You feel so amazing, ahh—you're so perfect for me." The praise warmed your heart and your core, and soon you came around him with a long, drawn-out whine. He fucked you deep through each spasm, sending you into hot, heady overstimulation as he shuddered and emptied himself into you. When you finally collapsed under him, legs sore and shaking, he pulled out of you gently and lowered his lips to your lower lips with great care. Jungkook meticulously kissed from your swollen clit to your entrance, soft as a whisper, and you breathed out in overwhelmed bliss as his tongue emerged to tenderly nudge every drop of his cum into your opening. The gesture of aftercare, just as soothing as it was inexplicably hot, bloomed an affection within you that almost made your heart hurt. You rolled over, stretching your legs out, and he looked up at you from between them. His hair was a beautifully sweaty mess, and he smiled in sweet satisfaction with your wetness adorning his chin. That was your Jungkook.

"Don't go anywhere," he said softly, kneading your thighs with his hands.

"Well, I have to do the whole pee-after-sex thing. But after that, where would I go? There's only one bed in this apartment now," you couldn't help teasing.

"Hey! If I hadn't given away my bed, none of this would have happened," he complained cutely, pulling himself up to big-spoon you. “Just stay with me.”

"I will. I know," you murmured back. "And I'm so happy you did." You shifted back, closer against him, and he buried his face in your neck.

"You know, I was gonna miss being roommates so much," he said thoughtfully. "But I'm so okay with not being your roommate now if I get to be your...your..." He grinned into your shoulder, suddenly too shy to say it.

You turned to face him, holding his pink cheeks in both of your hands and kissing his nose. Knowing this would be just the first intimate moment of many made you both flush with an easy, sweet joy.

"My Jungkook. You're my Jungkook."

[nonawaaa]

hello hehehe

Limited Strings Attached 

Playing in the field of love, friendship and sex. Pure sex, with limited strings attached.

FFn// AO3 

cw bad words and bad doings 

Hinata knows that it’s wrong, they are young adults, responsible for their actions, they already know the difference between right and wrong but the idea of it being wrong just made it even more exciting. She never knew that she would say anything like this, that it’s exciting, for in fact in all her life she never desired for anything exciting, which is why when the kiss by the moon happened with Naruto it felt as if she were to burst with emotions. She knew Naruto likes excitement, the thrill of life, hell he is the most active and noisy in their circle, but she never thought that they would end up like this.

Sex. As a friend? Yes

Hinata’s admiration for Naruto is an open secret. Everybody is aware of her feelings since they were kids, but as time changed, they did too. Her admiration for him never really went away, it’s just this time she’s more mature, she knows her priorities and responsibilities, so she grew out of her fainting phase but she still blushes around him from time to time. Naruto was pretty dense right from the start, it was just when they had the mission to retrieve Hanabi when he realized his feelings for her.

They had the most romantic and dramatic kiss but the thing is, both of them are still young, both wanting to experience many things before they commit to something… to someone. That’s why when they went back the village, the kiss was never brought up, like a treasure ready to be buried and not be find until years later, both of them tried to keep it cool around each other, but as the time went on, even their friends can’t deny the sexual tension between them.

Then the faithful night happened, the sexual tension between them was far too great, much more when they were left alone, in Naruto’s apartment, he told her that they would just talk and eat ramen but then Hinata was the one who initiated another kiss, but Naruto was the one who pushed it further… and deeper. They both knew it was wrong, they’re friends, but they also wanted more and that pushes them to succumb to their desires.

After that, they had a long talk, if they were really ready for a serious relationship, both knowing that it was too early, but they’re also too impatient to get their hands off of each other. Naruto wanted to focus on his dream, building his image to become the next Hokage, he wanted to play the field more, unchained. Hinata on the other hand wanted to focus on changing her clan, she wanted to have fun with her friends and family, and she thinks being in a serious relationship means putting all her attention for the one she truly love, not that she don’t love him but still, she would have to give up a few responsibilities and she doesn’t want to leave them undone.

That’s when they decided to play. Play in a field they never been to before. Play in the field of love, friendship and sex. Pure sex, with limited strings attached. They both decided to go with the flow and let faith and destiny handle the steering wheels of life.

They needed to keep it a secret though, Naruto became famous, many girls flock around him all the time, many wants to be friends with him but many also wanted more, Hinata thinks she’s pretty lucky she get to be both, they have reputations to protect, Hinata being in the Hyuga clan and Naruto wanting to be Hokage someday, they also have the same friends, it would be weird if they knew that they’ve been sneaking just to touch and kiss each other.

Hinata fumble her fingers as she wait for Naruto in the outskirts of the Land of Fire, the village is pretty sketchy to be honest, full of bars and motels for shinobis around the country to chill and have fun, maybe too much fun. It’s not the first time that they met up here, but they make sure to not be in the same place two times in a row. They don’t meet up every day, they still have missions and other things to do, they usually just meet up every week or two, the longest was when Naruto was sent in a long mission for a month and needless to say that their night when he went home was… exciting… and hot, Hinata still blushes when she remembers that night, her taking the lead and being on top gave her the opportunity to watch Naruto squirm and pant beneath her, it was empowering.

“Yo! Hinata,” she hears somebody calls behind her, his voice already low and chilling, sending shivers to Hinata, she knows what that voice meant, already hungry for something. They haven’t seen each other for three weeks, a bit too long for them, as embarrassing as it sound, Hinata’s hand were itching to touch him, lips already missing his, his neck, his body.

She turned around and Naruto already held her hand, leading her to one of the hotels that is lined up in the busy street, they didn’t need any disguise or anything, as they said, blend in with the crowd, besides, it was already late at night, many shinobi already drunk or they went home, or just like them, having a bit of fun.

As they checked in the hotel, the receptionist didn’t even bother to look at them, thinking they’re just some random shinobi, little did they know that if somebody knew who them was it would be scandalous, a clan princess and a war hero checking-in in a very sketchy hotel, it would be in the front page of every newspaper in the whole world.

They already did this so many times before, but Hinata would be lying if she said that her nervousness was already gone, she still have feelings for him of course, but then again, he also have feelings for her, so she think Naruto must still be nervous too.

“I’m gonna take a shower first,” Hinata said as soon as they went in the room. Naruto nodded, understanding that she wants to clean the sweat and dirt first, it’s been a habit.

Hinata begins to strip, layer by layer, she knows this scenario all too well, she needs to prepare herself mentally, she still feels the guilt clinging to her bones every time she and Naruto meet up, but on the other side of guilt is excitement, she feels alive, so, so alive.

The warm water splashes on top of her head, down to her neck and up to her toes, washing her all over, her muscles relaxes, she feels tired after all the missions and reports she did all throughout the day, but deep down she can’t wait to unwind with Naruto, a different kind of unwind but it’s the best.

After a few minutes she felt strong arms wrap around her from the back, “N-Naruto-kun!”, she squeals under his touch, she was too caught up by the warm water against her skin that she didn’t realized that Naruto had join her in the shower.

“Shhh,” Naruto whispers against her hair, she knows it was intended to comfort her but it just send sparks all around her body, his voice already low, the warm and soothing voice he have whenever they are with friends gone, it’s a different side of Naruto, his side that just make Hinata weak in her knees, his side that she only knew.

“I missed you,” he continued to whisper, “Three weeks Hinata,” his hands begin to travel and touch, first her waist, then her stomach, “Three. Fucking. Weeks.” and to her already perked up nipples.

Hinata tries her best to stifle a moan, thinking it’s way too early to feed Naruto’s ego, but as she tries her best to stifle her moans, her body says otherwise, her back arching, breast flushed to his hands.

As the warm water washes over them, Naruto begins to play, flicking and pinching both of her nipples with his thumb and index finger, sometimes only one nipple but when he do it at the same time her knees weakens more, and Naruto knows she likes it, she like it so fucking much.

His hands continue to torture her more, and more, until she felt his soft lips against her ears, “Hinata look at me,” it registered late what he said to her, her mind full of the sensations she’s feeling in her chest. One of Naruto’s hands left her breast and went up to her chin, forcing her to look at her back and straight at him, “I said look at me,” his voice almost a growl, demanding.

His lips crashed with her, it was deep and hot, his one hand still up in her chin as the other still plays with her breast, the sensation is too strong for Hinata but still not enough as her legs rub against one another, looking for some friction. His tongue begins to dance with hers, sucking her, sometimes her sucking him, it was give and take, and it feels good, sloppy kisses under the shower, his fingers flicks her nipples once more and she can’t help it.

Her mouth leaves his as she moans, trying to steady her breath, and there it is, Naruto’s smirk, her moans are like food to his ego, he knows she’s feeling good and that’s the most important thing to him. He kissed her again, this time deeper, their tongue dance to their silent song that is desire, his hand that is previously on her chin gone, but the other still plays with her breast.

“Naruto-kun cold!” she screams as the water above them turned cold, unaware that he turned the switch on, it did her no good, her body stood up straight again, her senses goes back and forth the cold water and his hands on her.

“It was getting a little bit too warm,” he said against her lips. His hand continue to tease her breast but her senses was again divided as his other hand begins to travel south, to her stomach, hips and in between her legs.

“Naruto-kun~” she calls out his name as plea as he begins to play with her folds, teasing her, it was building her up, slowly much to her dislike, she was hungry for something more.

Her mouth shaped like a perfect ‘o’ as he enters one digit inside her, forget about stifling her moans, Hinata let them out, she feels Naruto’s smirk widen by her reaction, he feels way too confident as he insert another finger in her.

“Ahhh!” she can’t help it, his digits are long, way longer than hers, her fingers would never reach the depth his fingers can and it just makes her knees weaker and weaker, trembling even, his fingers starts to move, in and out, curling to hit the right spot that can illicit another moan form her.

Hinata doesn’t even know where to focus to anymore, sensations driving her crazy as hell, her lips still crashing with his, tongues still dancing, the cold water that is hitting her hot skin, his one hand that still assaults her nipples and his fingers that is going in and out of her, playing, teasing her, it was beginning to blow Hinata’s mind, too many sensations all at once, Naruto is way too good as this, knowing how to drive her crazy, building her up and up and just when she feels herself reaching heavens, Naruto pulled her to the ground once more, pulling away from her.

“What-“ Hinata almost fell to the bathroom floor as her knees feels like jelly, she looks back, almost tearing up from her fall from the sky, she was almost at her high, but then Naruto decided to be an asshole. Naruto smiled at her, not the warm smile he always wears but a carnal and sensual one, his eyes darker than usual, full of desire, his tongue trailing across his lips as he watched her whimper and rub her legs together by the lack of touch that he left her, he’s ready to devour her right there and then but he decided that it would be more fun like this.

He pulled her into a hug, Hinata is already panting, as their skins touched again, they can feel sparks sending shivers to both of their bodies, Naruto feels alive, excited, hungry. Their bodies are like magnets, attracted to each other, force too great to be pulled apart, Hinata felt her body finding support to his as she already feels light in her feet.

She feels his cock poking her by her hips, hot and standing tall and proud, the feeling of his shaft against hers just made her want to grind against him, finding friction, wanting release. And she did, slowly, on her own pace, making Naruto hiss by the contact.

“Hinata stop,” she didn’t, her desire taking over her, she wants to put it in her, she wants to feel him inside her, as her hands make their way to his cock, Naruto let out another straggled hiss, “Hinata I said stop,” Naruto voice was firm as he bit his lower lip, already panting, way more than he liked, he wants to prolong this, savor this night, he can’t cum, not yet, he wants Hinata pleading first.

His hands find their way to Hinata’s cheeks, making her look up to him, her eyes already half lidded, already breathing heavily. He kissed her first, long and deep, pulling away breathily as he whispers in her ears, “Why don’t you suck me?”

Hinata’s eyes widen, not because of shock, but excitement, his whisper was like a command Hinata would follow at any given time, she wants this, she wants him, she wants to taste him, the thought alone make her wet in her core.

She slowly kneeled down, just like a good girl who prays, but she prays to a different kind of God, amuse by her thought she smiled, her eyes still locked with Naruto, seeing her smile just made Naruto’s cock twitch, impatient. As she came face to face with her lovely midnight snack, she licks her lips, all doing this as she maintained eye contact with him, Naruto feels like he is given a show and a torture at the same time, not knowing if he would feel mad or grateful.

He was already too hard, wanting to feel her mouth suck him to death, the tip already screaming right in front of Hinata’s face. She licks him, starting by the very bottom and up to the tip, making him groan, her tongue hot. He watches as Hinata devour him, feeding to the sensation that is slowly building up, she is too fucking hot and too fucking good.

Naruto almost came when she begins to play with his balls while still sucking him in, so deep he reached the back of her throat. Hinata is getting too good at this, she knows by his reaction, his knees starting to buckle as one of his hands find support by the wall in front of him and the other on her hair, she would be lying if she said that giving Naruto a blow job is easy, hell he has been endowed by the heavens above with this big dick he have, she never get why Sai always made fun of him. Hinata almost teared up every time he would hit the back of her throat, but his groans compensates her, she feels so powerful as the man who helped save the world moans for her.

Naruto know that he is close, so close, he can feel it ripping from his stomach to his dick, and Hinata wouldn’t stop, she continues to lick and suck him as if it was the best food she ever had. He can’t help it as both of his hands are now on Hinata’s hair, holding on for dear life.

As he trust in her mouth, Hinata moaned at the sudden assault, the vibrations of her moan just made Naruto closer to loosing himself. He continued to trust in her mouth, her skillful and delicious mouth, Hinata felt some tears falling as she tried to hold on to his thighs as he continue to pound in her mouth. Naruto continued trusting, his movements became more frantic and random, until Hinata felt hot thick liquid flow down her throat, Naruto continued slow trusting as he let everything out in her mouth, only pulling himself out with a pop caused by Hinata’s sucking. He watched as she drinks everything that he let out, her eyes watery as she looks at him back.

“Shit Hinata you almost killed me,” Naruto said as he tried to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as a result from his release. He reaches for Hinata’s hand, it was now time to serve the princess, but she just grabs his arms, her legs already shaky and can’t stand up.

Naruto slid one arm into her legs and the other to her back, carrying her like the princess that she is, he feels her body leaned against him for support, her lips trailing kisses in his neck. Naruto quickly turned the water off and went out of the bathroom, both of them still dripping wet from shower, her lips trail up and up until it crashes in his lips, her tongue already inside dancing with his as he let her in with no thinking, letting him taste his own release, he carried her to the bed as they continue to make out.

He sat down by the edge of the bed, their tongue still dancing to their little tango, he changed their position letting Hinata straddle him, him in between her legs, it was more to his advantage really, he can see and touch everything, her hair, head, back, legs, even her perfectly rounded ass, he squeezed them, earning him a little moan from Hinata, he can feel how dripping wet she is, perfect.

He pulled away, both of them gasping for air, their forehead touching, looking for some support, bodies flushed together, her arms still wrapped around his shoulders, hands playing with his hair from the back, while his hands continue to travel down, from her waist and to her legs.

Naruto laid down the bed, causing Hinata to sit atop of him, his hard cock poking her by her ass, making Hinata lean forward and let out a long breathy moan. His hands are still in the back of her legs, guiding her to go up more.

“What are you doing?” she asked him, confused as to why he would want her to go up when the thing she wants is already poking her. Her body feels like total jelly, she just wants to find release, she’s aching for it, though she still let Naruto bring her up.

“Sit on me,”

This made Hinata paused, her hands on his broad chest, feeling his heart pound, “What?”

“You heard me. Sit on me,” his eyes are serious, sensual, demanding. But Hinata is still confused, and embarrassed to say the least, though she knows that’s probably too late by now.

“Com’on I know you like being on top Hinata, I just want to get a little treat,” Naruto finished his sentence licking his lips, making Hinata blush, her core getting wetter by his actions.

She gladly and whole heartedly complied, still embarrassed that he knows she likes being on top, but this is new, she is literally on top. Naruto guided her as he positioned her very core in his mouth, his back laid perfectly in the bed as she straddle his face.

“Beautiful,” she feels his breath hot against her skin, she’s panting furiously, heart beating so loud she can almost hear it.

Hinata doesn’t know what to expect but she feels all the sensations rip through her as his tongue slowly plays her outer folds, making Hinata buckle and moan, not expecting that it would be this… hot. Her hands finds support on the bedpost, moaning and almost cumming just by that one lick.

“So fucking wet Hinata,” Naruto continued licking her, his one hand on her legs as the other slowly puts one finger in her as he continued licking every fold.

“Shit Naruto!” she was taken back by his digit entering her, it went in so smoothly, her other hand grabbed his hair as the other still held on the bedpost.

“Heh so you’re cursing now,” Naruto lightly blew on her clit, she can feel his hot breath hitting her, it was a torture, a blessing. Her moans echoing around the room, not holding back, Naruto continued to lick and taste her, his finger sliding in and out as he do so, Hinata’s legs are on the brink of giving up, her body hot and aching.

She felt Naruto smiled as she begins to ride on his face, grinding against his tongue, moaning nonstop, he let her do her thing, he continued to push his tongue deeper and deeper, making Hinata grind against him more. Sweaty bodies hot and grinding to one another, Naruto begins to feel his own ache as his shaft is once again hard and twitching below him, so ready and impatient to be inside her. Hinata’s movement itself is a plea, her legs begins to tire but she can’t stop as she feels herself building up, ready to break loose, almost.

Naruto begins to become impatient as he slightly pulled away her dripping wet core and very lightly blows on it, making Hinata fall on her edge, the sensation unbearable, mind blowing, his finger, tongue, breath, she can feel everything, it almost shattered her.

“Fuck!” she screams as she continue to ride his face, making Naruto drink up every drop of her fluid, she can still feel him sucking on her, not wasting a god damn drop, she held on to the bedpost, chills running down her spine making her shudder as she became more aware of the cold sweat running down on her back. Her mind completely hazy, breathless, it was amazing.

But Naruto didn’t even let her catch her breath as he pulled her down once again and changed their position, him on top this time. As Hinata tries to catch her breath, she can see Naruto wipe her sticky fluid on his chin, it was so sexy that Hinata eyes shut at the sight of it, still feeling the aftershock of her incredible release.

Naruto didn’t waste any time as he positioned himself right in her entrance, filling her in completely in the first trust, groaning right by her ear by the familiar sensation as her wet, hot core took him in completely, offering no resistance caused by their earlier ministrations. Hinata jerked up, her whole body screaming as he finally, after all the other things, entered her.

“Ahhhh- mmhppp…” Hinata covers her mouth with the back of her hand, trying her best to stifle her moans, her mind and body completely on overdrive as Naruto mercilessly pound inside her.

“S-Shit Hina-ta” Naruto bit his lower lip as the sensation washes over him, her soft, beautiful body right under his, her hair fanned out in the bed, her eyes closed shut as he continued pounding in her, one thing he doesn’t want is that he doesn’t hear her moans, he grabbed her hands with one hand as he pinned them up above her head and his other hand on the back of her one leg, opening her more, going in deeper.

“Haaaa- Naruto-kun!” her moans and pleas fill his ears, smiling as he watches her go crazy beneath him, but who is Naruto to talk as his pace grows faster each second, wanting release. Hinata is completely under his mercy, which for the love of god, he seems to don’t show any as the hand that was on her leg reached down on her clit, pressing and playing with it as he pound into her more.

Screams of pleasure, echoing and bouncing off of the room walls, it was heavenly. Naruto’s pace became more random, his legs jerking and buckling, a sign that he is close once again, but he held on, wanting Hinata to finish first, but as it feels like eternity, Hinata is already on the brink of falling, her head completely blank as her body focused on the gripping feeling in her stomach and groin.

“N-Naruto-kun pleeeeease~” her last plea did the last for Naruto as he went in deeper and played with her clit more, bringing Hinata to her high and to her fall, screaming his name, biting her lip as she do so, completely euphoric.

Though it didn’t stop there as Naruto runs after his own release, continuing to pound in her, beads of sweat run down his forehead and back, his legs jerking up and up. As Hinata wrapped her legs around his waist, leaving Naruto undone, his hips pushing more inside of her as he releases everything inside. Hinata’s body jerking up every time she feels Naruto spill everything in her, hot, thick fluid filling her in.

Naruto continued slow lazy trust until he was done filling her in, bodies tangled, hearts pounding in the same rhythm, breathless as they are. They both knew it was wrong, that this was bad, they are slowly becoming more addicted to each other but still very scared of commitments, but this feeling of being alive, utterly spent and being so intimate, this feeling made their secret rendezvous worth it, and they both knew, that whatever happens, how much guilt sip through their bones with all the lies they tell themselves and their friends, they will still comeback to this, to each other, and they can’t wait for the next one…

[lovethoery]

can👏 i 👏request 👏a 👏drabble👏 of 👏hockey 👏 player 👏jeno👏 please 👏

a/n: CLENCHES FIST SO FUCKING TIGHTLYYYYYYYY. i’m not sure if you want smut or not but i’m feeling particularly soft for jeno so i’m gonna stick to something a little soft <3 it’s also not very good because i kept getting distracted by bob’s burgers. it’s also also not proofread </3

pairings: hockeyplayer!jeno x gn!reader

warnings: none, this is just soft goalie!jeno... i’m a firm believer jeno mainly plays winger but like. he can fill in when he needs to. oh, there’s mentions of food, but it’s literally just what the reader got jeno for dinner. 

“thanks, mark! will you let jeno know to call me when he’s all finished up? and please stay off that foot. you know your coach will kill you if his star player isn’t all healed up by playoffs.” your voice lilts at the end, knee nudging at mark’s side. he’d taken the bag of dinner you’d snatched up for jeno on your way home from the campus library.

mark rolls his eyes at you, setting jeno’s food down close to the bluenette’s things. mark had sprained his ankle three weeks ago during a bad fall on the ice and had been benched by the athletic trainer in charge. needless to say he’s been pretty restless, sometimes trying to sneak his way onto the ice despite the instability. “yeah, yeah... ten’s already watching me like a hawk. i don’t need you harping on me, too.” his tone is pointed, but you know he’s only playing when his lip curls at the corner. you roll your eyes back, grinning while leaning forward against the boards.

you watch as the coach shouts from the other side of the rink, waving his hands and getting red in the face. the other boys are all on the ice, fully engaged in a practice game, prepping for tomorrow night. jeno’s got his helmet pulled down over his face, and even still you can make out the droplets of blue-tinted sweat from his freshly dyed hair. you can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips. 

“are you sure you don’t wanna just wait for him to be done? practice is over in like...” mark looks at his phone. “45 minutes? you could keep me company.” he giggles, dragging out the last syllable. his eyes are wide as he looks at you, almost pleading. you breathe out a sigh, sitting down in the seat next to him. 

you relax for the next 45 minutes, eyes sparkling every time you catch jeno ripping his helmet off. his frame, while not the largest, he still manages to look intimidating when he’s in position in front of the goal. the pads he wears only make him larger. your skin feels warm despite the chill that runs through the facility when he looks to the side during a break and notices you. his eyes widen, eventually curling into pretty crescents before he’s skating over to you, pulling his mouth guard out as well. 

the boards shake with his weight and the force that he slams into them at, gloves immediately being thrown to the ice in order to pull you into his arms. it’s a little tricky with the boards between your bodies, but it doesn’t deter jeno from burying his face in your neck, disregarding the blue stain it’s going to leave on your jaw. 

jeno groans out at the feeling of your arms wrapping around him, squeezing as tight at you can. “since when do you play goalie?” you grin, bringing a hand to play with the dampened hair at the nape of his neck. 

“since this one got hurt and we had to adjust the roster,” he quips back, nodding in mark’s direction. mark just whines, tossing a chip at the goaltender. “ten’s playing center right now, meaning everyone’s gotten all switched around. i’m just filling in for tonight since sungchan’s making up an exam right now.” you can’t ignore the way jeno leans back into your touch, eyes closing as he practically purrs from your gentle caressing. 

“i brought you dinner,” you tell him after a moment, gesturing towards the brown paper bag on the bench by his things. “i figured you wouldn’t wanna go anywhere after practice and i’m not letting you live only on ramen. especially as a college athlete.” mark snorts from behind the two of you, but holds his hands up in defense when you turn to squint at him. “it’s just a burrito bowl from chipotle, but hey... i got you extra steak, just like you like!” 

jeno’s eyes practically glimmer when you speak, sweat droplets sliding down his cheeks. you’re quick to brush away one that trails towards his eyebrow, threatening to drip into his eye. “you’re an absolute treasure,” jeno breathes, fond smile pulling at his lips. 

pink tinges your cheeks at his words, causing you to look away for a moment. 

it must be a moment too long though, as jeno is quick to wrap a bandaged hand around your chin, pulling you in for a soft kiss. you respond in kind, humming against his lips. the moment, while as sweet as it is, is promptly interrupted by the shouting of jeno’s teammates. 

“yo, lee!” 

jeno pulls away, groaning to himself with his eyes close. “fucking donghyuck...”

you can only laugh, reaching to once again card through the wet locks on his head, grimacing before wiping them on his practice jersey. “i’ll be waiting in the lobby. come find me when you’re done and we can have dinner at my place, okay?” the boy in front of you grins, nodding quickly as he pulls one of his gloves back on. 

“deal... i’ll be quick in the showers.” jeno pulls you in for one last kiss before he’s pulling away, leaving you dazed as he shoves the mouth guard back in, gloves and helmet on to take his place in front of the goal once more. 

“you can make out with them once practice is over!” is the last thing you hear from the boys as you make your way out to the lobby, lips quirking at the corners. 

[httpjeon]

a piece of you — taehyung+jungkook (m.)

taehyung/reader/jungkook | smut, fluff | abo!au, camcouple!au

wordcount: 13.9k

contents: sex work (cam porn), dirty talk, dom/sub themes, pussy spanking, knotting, degrading names (bitch mostly), praise kink, tae is whipped, cam sex, threesome, voyeurism (tae watches), brief handjob, slight biting, theres a slight fight for dominance between taekook, creampie, masturbation, possessiveness, accidentally ruined orgasm, humiliation, jk is a bit gay for tae tbh, lots pet names, use of Alpha and Omega titles, blowjob, fingering, orgasm denial, light cum play, squirting

— synopsis: your alpha boyfriend does cam porn and convinces you to join him one night. somehow, there seems to be a fan of the two of you on campus.

note: this has like 5 fuckin smut scenes and was honestly mostly an excuse to write both a camcouple!au and abo smut...also i write a lot of taekook idk why

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"I'm thinking of streaming tonight," Taehyung was panting as he jogged up behind you, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

"Oh?" you turned your head to let him press a soft kiss to your cheek before he took your hand in his.

"Yeah, did you have anything you wanted to do tonight instead? I can do it another day," he offered.

You smiled, shaking your head, "No, you can do it."

"Awesome," he squeezed your hand, beginning to swing them between your bodies.

Taehyung and you talked the whole way back to your apartment — a short trek since you got one as close to campus as you could. He explained the upcoming test he had in Chemistry and how much he was dreading it — debating on getting a tutor so his already low grade wouldn't drop more.

You pulled your keys from your pocked as you approached your door. Taehyung slipped by as you pushed the door open, toeing his shoes off before making a beeline for the bathroom.

As you heard him start the shower, you went to the kitchen to make some ramen. He preferred the burning, hot spicy flavor but you didn't so made his first.

Just as it finished cooking, he entered the kitchen toweling his hair off. He was dressed in sweatpants and you could tell he had nothing on beneath them.

"Ah, you're an angel," he gasped dramatically as you put the bowl down in front of him as he sat at the table.

The two of you ate together, sharing casual conversation as you did so. The time was ticking down to when Taehyung would usually start his live stream so he quickly finished, pressed a kiss to the top of your head before finally disappearing into the bedroom.

As you finished your own dinner, you heard the blow dryer turn on. Placing the bowls in the sink, you vowed to wash them later before heading to the bathroom to shower as well.

You used some of Taehyung's body wash instead of your own, knowing your scent mixed with his would drive him crazy during his livestream.

When you entered the bedroom, Taehyung was sitting on the bed, the camera set up and the laptop sitting on a table at the end of the bed. His eyes were glued to the screen, presumably reading comments.

He glanced up when you entered, a small smile playing on his face. You wore just a towel and opted to wear one of his t-shirts, knowing he enjoyed it. The act of watching him live stream to thousands of people while you sat out of view just teasing him with your presence — it riled him up and made the stream that much better.

Sitting on the chair near the window, you pulled your knees to your chest as a light chill ran through you. Your hair was still wet so you continued to pat it dry as taehyung officially began.

"Ah, we're quite split between alpha and omega viewers today aren't we?" Taehyung said as he knelt on the bed.

He was still just in his sweatpants but you could tell he was growing hard beneath them. The sight of you in his clothes and your scent mixed with his was no doubt aiding his arousal.

"As usual...your tips are highly appreciated and if you're new; there is a list on the side bar with tip goals. As we reach each tip...each option becomes unlocked!" he grinned into the camera and sat back, a brow raised as the tips began to pour in.

You stood up, motioning to taehyung that you'd be right back. He smiled and gave a small nod before he began to read some comments.

You wandered into the kitchen, locating your phone on the counter. You snatched it up and went back to the bedroom.

Once you stepped inside, you were knocked breathless for a second. Taehyung was leaning back, bottom lip caught in his teeth as he stroked himself through his sweats. His eyes flicked to you once you stepped into the room and you could see him inhale deeply, his lashes fluttering.

You bit back a smile and returned to your chair, Taehyung's eyes following you the whole way. Sitting down, you crossed one leg over the other and got comfortable while taehyung continued to flirt with the viewers.

You unlocked your phone and logged into the website to view Taehyung's stream. Immediately, your phone was filled with the comments of the viewers.

Your boyfriend was definitely one of the more popular cammers around. Symbols indicating Alpha and Omega blurred by with a yellow Beta would pop in every once in a while. It surprised you both to know that so many Alphas were interested in watching another Alpha get off.

Compliments flooded in but Taehyung's eyes were focused on you. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he inhaled, your familiar scent making him smile.

Every move he made was so familiar to you — having experienced his touch for years. His hand reached into his sweats to pull the band down beneath his balls to expose his leaking cock to the cool air in the bedroom. He visibly shivered at the feeling, mouth falling open as he tapped the very tip of himself.

He met your eyes and brought his finger to his lips, popping the digit in his mouth. You clenched your thighs together as he made a show of tasting his own precum.

He smiled, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock and sighed in relief. The slight swell where his knot was so sensitive to the touch his thighs twitched closed at the feeling. His mouth fell open as he began to stroke himself.

Your were lost watching the way his hand moved, precum dripping from the tip. He avoided his knot so as to not overstimulate himself. There had been times he used his knot to ruin his own orgasm — something that sent the viewers crazy. Afterwards, you would sit on your knees and suck him off until he came down your throat. Just the thought of his sweet voice calling you his good girl had you dripping into your panties.

"Fuck..." Taehyung sighed, head falling back as he lifted his hips to fuck into his own fist.

The sight was too much that it had you placing your phone to the side. taehyung glanced at you when he saw the movement, jaw clenched tight as you reached beneath the shirt you wore to pull your panties down your legs.

His grip on his cock tightened as you spread your legs. Baring his teeth, he inhaled deeply to take in the sweet scent of your arousal.

You circled your clit with your finger. Taehyung's eyes were locked on every movement you made. The stream was all but forgotten as he was zeroed in on everything that you were doing. He pumped his cock almost desperately, soft moans of pleasure escaping his pretty lips.

You covered your mouth to stop your own sounds from escaping. taehyung let out a low growl — he wanted to hear you.

"I'm going to cum..." Taehyung huffed, finally returning his view to the computer screen.

Comments flooded in — some teasing him for cumming so quickly and others begging him to let them see him cum.

You halted your own movements to watch him. His thighs trembled as he stopped stroking his cock. His hand wrapped around his knot, cock twitching a couple times before cum finally began to spill from the tip. Mouth falling open, the sweetest whimper fell from his lips as his orgasm ran through him.

Your eyes were locked on his throbbing cock as it drooled cum. Subconsciously, you licked your lips. How you wanted to taste his cum.

Your core was clenching pathetically around nothing as you waited for him to close up his stream. He left his cock out — still hard despite the fact he had cum.

As soon as the laptop was shut, he was off the bed and on his knees in front of you.

"My pretty Omega," he growled, arms wrapping around your thighs to expose your wet cunt to his insatiable mouth.

"A-Al—" you were cut off by his lips catching your sensitive clit.

His tongue was hot as it swirled around the bud. Your mouth fell open at the endless pleasure his mouth brought you.

Taehyung's eyes never left you, even as you grabbed his wrist to bring to your mouth. His fingers, still covered in his cum, were suddenly caught in your mouth. Your tongue swirled over every inch of skin to greedily swallow his cum down.

He growled into your cunt, doubling his efforts on eating you out. The way you were desperate to taste his cum as his cock throbbing once more.

"G-Gonna cum..." you warned as you pulled his fingers free from your mouth.

Taehyung detached his mouth from your bud, making you whine.

"Already?" he raised his brow, making you flush at his teasing, "Watching me get off always makes this sweet cunt wet, doesn't it?"

"L-Love it!" you were trembling as he used his thumb to pull the hood of your clit back, blowing against the exposed bud.

"Love what, Omega?" he growled.

"Love watching Alpha get himself off..." Taehyung grinned at the bashful way the words slipped from your lips.

"Good girl," he cooed.

You didn't have time to appreciate the praise before his tongue was on your clit again. Crying out, you wrapped your hands up in his hair. He didn't mind as you tugged as your thighs trembled around his head.

Your high was growing, making you tremble and cry out his name. Taehyung relished in hearing your pleasure as he felt your bud throb beneath his tongue.

The taste of his cum lingered on your tongue and the image of his throbbing cock drooling for you finally sent you over the edge. Taehyung diligently worked you through the high until you were pushing him off.

He was on his feet in a second, hand wrapped around his cock. You leaned forward, replacing his grip and grinned.

"You didn't knot," Taehyung couldn't respond before you were taking his cock into your mouth.

You moaned around him as you tasted the cum that still lingered of the velvet soft from his earlier orgasm.

"Fuck," he groaned, tangling a hand in your hair, "Let me fuck your mouth, babygirl,"

You nodded, eyes shining as you looked up at him. He grinned, thrusting forward until he hit the back of your throat. Your hands came up to his thighs to hold into him as you felt his cock push past your gag reflex.

Taehyung's cock was big — something he was very aware and proud of. He loved watching you struggle to take all of him. Your throat was tight around his cock and he growled, his grip on your hair beginning to burn. Your eyes were teary but you maintained eye contact, making him grin proudly.

"Such a good girl," he whispered, watching your lashes flutter at the praise.

You let out a soft gasp as he pulled back but quickly wrapped your lips around him once again. His precum lingered on your tongue and you whimpered, gripping the fabric of his sweatpants. Turned on by your eagerness, he pushed back into your throat once again.

Reaching up, you wrapped your hand around the slight swell of his knot. He groaned, trembling at the sensitivity. Instead of fucking into your throat, he used his grip on your hair to force your throat down onto his cock.

You were pliant, letting him use you however he needed. His cock began to throb as he got closer.

"Gonna cum down your throat," he whispered, breathless as the pleasure grew.

You could feel his thighs tense beneath your hands and soon enough, he was pausing his movements. His cock throbbed and you whimpered — he was too deep in your throat to feel him cum but the way he let out a groan let you know he had reached his high. He was still for several seconds before he finally pulled free of your throat.

You let out a heavy breath, releasing your grip on the base of his cock. He wore a cocky smirk as he tucked himself back into his sweatpants.

Swooping down, he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips as you stood up, pulling your body flush against his. He was so warm, hand sliding softly up your back as he pulled away and smiled at you.

"Wanna shower?" he asked.

"I guess we should..." standing on your tippy toes, your pressed your lips softly to his once again before you separated to make your way to the bathroom.

Fresh out of the shower, the two of you snuggled together beneath the duvet. His scent was all around you, calming you and nearly putting you to sleep. His arm was around you as your head was pressed against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“_______?" he asked, voice thick with lingering sleep. You hummed in response, letting him know you were listening, "Would you ever join me for a cam show?"

You were quiet for a second, taking in the request before sitting up on your elbow to look down at him. In the dim light, you could make out a soft smile on his lips.

"I doubt your viewers would appreciate my sudden appearance...they subscribed to you, not a couple's channel," you shrugged, though you hadn't given him a yes or no.

"They already know you exist," he placed his hand on the back of your head to urge you to lay back down on his chest.

"Do they?" you asked, surprised.

He nodded, "I've mentioned you in passing and stuff..." he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and ran his fingers along your arm, "Would you if they wanted you to join?"

"...Yeah, I think it'd be fun," you smiled as you snuggled back into him. Taehyung nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep quickly.

The next day you both had off and you were awoken by your boyfriend launching himself into the bed to wake you.

"Wh-What are you doing up so early?" you mumbled into the pillow, letting him know you were alert.

"Here, look!" he tugged your arm until you were sitting on your heels frowning at him.

"What?" you mumbled, squinting as he pushed his phone into your face.

As your eyes adjusted, you realized you were on Taehyung's cam account. The fiery red symbol indicating his Alpha status beside a verified tick was the first thing that caught your eye.

Scrolling down a bit, you found what he no doubt wanted you to see; it was a poll.

"Would my viewers be okay with a stream involving my girlfriend as well?"

"Wow..." you looked at the results 92% were approval.

"So..." Taehyung didn't bother hiding his smile.

"I guess we can give it a try..." shrugging your shoulders sheepishly, you gave him a half smile.

Taehyung swooped down to press his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him.

"You need to brush your teeth," he mumbled, making you roll your eyes.

"You're the one who kissed me," you fired back, making him laugh.

Through the week, you got swamped in school work. You were suddenly given assignment after assignment that ended up taking up all your time and effectively stressing you out.

Taehyung took notice and watched you throughout the week until Friday night when you were sitting at your desk nearly pulling your hair out over the massive block you had over finishing your essay.

"Baby..." he mumbled from the doorway, sighing when you didn't even notice him. He sighed, walking over to you, placing a hand on your back. You jumped and looked up at him, frowning, "You've been at this all day."

"I have to finish," you replied, shrugging as you turned your gaze back to your laptop.

"Take a break, ______," he mumbled, rubbing your back softly.

You sighed, leaning back in the chair, "It's only 9...just give me 3 more hours."

"______," he grumbled when you went back to your computer, ignoring him.

You could feel his patience running thin and usually you wouldn't test him but for some reason, the more irritated he got, the more you wanted to prod. As you continued to ignore him, he stood up straight and stared down at you. You weren't actually paying attention to your computer anymore — too focused on Taehyung standing beside you.

In a split second, his hand was around the back of your neck. You gasped as he made you look back up at him.

"Are you playing games, Omega?" he growled, catching onto your game when he saw the hungry look in your eyes.

"N-No..." you whispered, lying through your teeth.

Taehyung let out a low chuckle, sending a shiver through you. The power he emitted had you dripping into your panties.

"Come with me," he hissed, keeping his grip on you to lead you to the bedroom.

You both paused when you got inside. Taehyung had the streaming equipment up, reminding you that tonight was the night you were meant to do your first live with him. Looking back at Taehyung, you swallowed thickly at the dark look in his eyes.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, finally releasing his hold on you.

Without wasting a second hesitating, you climbed onto the bed and sat on your heels. You squeezed your thighs together as you watched him turn everything on. You appeared on the screen and you felt your heart skip a beat.

The red light turned on indicating you were now live. Immediately, the number of viewers began to go up. The comments flooded in but you were unable to read them due to the speed they were going.

Taehyung stood behind the camera, simply watching you.

"Introduce yourself, babygirl," the smirk on his lips grew as he noticed how nervous you were.

"I...what do I say?" you mumbled, heart racing in your chest.

"How about..." he rounded the camera set up and over to the side of the bed. He was in view but half of him was cut off as he was still standing. Your mouth ran dry when you reached out to wrap his hand around your throat, "You tell them you're my little bitch, huh?"

You gasped at the name, feeling your core burn with arousal as he chuckled at your reaction. He could see the goosebumps rise over your skin and could feel your pulse racing beneath his fingers as he held your throat. Releasing his grip, he motioned to the camera. Your gaze was already becoming glassy as he brought your submissive side out.

"I-I'm V's l-little bitch," you choked out, squeezing your thighs together once more.

Taehyung chuckled, climbing onto the bed behind you, pressing his chest against your back. Wrapping his arms around you, you noticed him place his phone down. When you glanced over, you could see it was open to the stream's comments.

"She's my sweet little Omega," Taehyung introduced properly, gripping your chin and running his thumb over your lips. You opened up and took the digit into your mouth immediately, making him smirk, "I asked how you would all feel about having her join and she agreed so...here we are. Unfortunately, she's been acting a little bad tonight so I'm going to have to punish her."

You whimpered around his thumb and he chuckled, sliding his hand down your clothed body to cup your heat through your sweatpants.

"What do you say..." he took his thumb from your mouth so you would be able to speak, "The highest tipper gets to decide your punishment, hm?"

"But..." you shifted where you sat, leaning more of your weight on him. He wrapped his arms securely around you, pressing his lips to your hair as you thought of what you wanted to say, "How long do we have to wait?"

Taehyung hummed, sliding out from behind you. You whined at the loss of his heat as you watched him sit on the end of the bed in front of the laptop. He clicked around on the screen for a moment and you took a moment to admire how good he looked from behind with his broad shoulders and white t-shirt showing you the barest hint of his back muscles that flexed with his movement. Scooting forward, you press yourself against his back.

You could see him grin from the screen and it made your heart flutter. Sitting up on your knees, you wrapped your arms around him. Your lips found his neck and he sighed, move his head to the side to give your more access to the sensitive skin.

After a moment of clicking and typing, he finally leaned back.

"You're so needy," he commented, making you giggle as you nodded.

"What did you do?" you asked, referring to the stream.

"Right, so everyone..." you both turned your gaze back to the camera set up, "I've set up an auction type of tipping. Basically in the given time limit, you can tip us and whoever gives the highest amount gets to decide the punishment for my little bitch."

"Tae..." you whimpered, feeling him stiffen for a second before he turned around and pinned you to the bed. As he placed his hand over your mouth, eyes narrowed in a sharp glare, you realized what happened — you referred to him by his actual name.

"What did you call me, Omega?" he snarled, making you whimper into his hand.

"Alpha..." your words were muffled but made him grin anyway before he pulled his hand away.

“You're on thin ice, little girl,” he growled, nose to nose with you, “You want to add onto your punishment?”

“N-No, Alpha…” you breathed, body feeling hot for his touch.

“That's what I thought,” he hissed, “You better be good then, huh?”

“I-I will, Alpha!” you shivered at the proud smirk that crossed over his face.

"My good little bitch," he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, "Are you wet for me?"

"Y-Yes, Alpha..." you keened, arching your back as he slid his hand down your body once again. This time, he slid his hand down your sweats and into your panties. Your breath stuttered at the feeling of his fingers sliding between your folds, spreading you open so he could circle your clit with his middle finger.

"Yes, you are..." he groaned, burying his face in your neck to lick and nip at the fragile skin until you were whimpering and throwing your head back to allow him more access.

"P-Please, T-Alpha..." you begged, gripping his shirt in your trembling hands.

He cooed, pulling back to meet your gaze with soft eyes.You pouted when he pulled his hand from in your panties. He pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss that betrayed the dominant Alpha role he was playing. Sitting up, he pulled his shirt off — making you sigh before reaching up to touch his bare skin. He bit back a smile, taking your hand in his and pressing it over his chest where his heart was racing.

"Let's get your shirt off and show everyone your pretty tits, hm?" his voice was still laced with a hint of softness but the dominance in it had you obeying immediately.

Sitting up, you allowed him to pull the fabric over your head so you were bare from the waist up. Taehyung growled, immediately cupping your breasts in his hands. You sighed, pushing your chest out and biting your lip to let him do as he pleased.

He pinched one of your nipples until you hissed before leaning down to take it into his mouth, soothing the soreness away with his tongue. Pulling back, he moved to sit behind you could see yourself on the screen.

Your hair was messed up and your lips were swollen from biting them. Taehyung grinned from behind you as he saw the tips beginning to come even faster.

Of course the viewers would be eager to punish you after seeing his Omega's pretty body. The thought filled him with pride and he couldn't help but lean down to press soft kisses against your neck as he cupped your breasts once more.

"My pretty Omega, huh?" he grinned, watching as the comments flooded with responses and praises towards you, "Bet every Alpha is jealous only I get to see you like this huh? Torture your little nipples and stuff your pretty cunt..."

Your mouth fell open in a breathless whine at his words, your panties beginning to stick uncomfortably to you because of how wet they'd become. Taehyung let out an almost sadistic chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine before you felt his thumbs hook into the band of your sweats. You eagerly lifted your hips, leaning your weight back on him until you were left in your panties.

"Spread your legs, baby," he growled, eyes on the screen to watch you do as you were told.

He groaned against your neck at the sight of your once white panties turned transparent from how wet you were. The fabric molded to your folds, leaving barely anything to the imagination.

He cursed under his breath, grabbing the band of your panties to tear them but you whined and slapped his hand away to stop him. He couldn't help but chuckle as you pulled them off yourself to save the pair of panties from his destructive hands.

Your face burned hot when you suddenly found yourself completely spread open on camera. Taehyung held you beneath the knees, forcing your legs apart so the viewers could see the way your wet folds parted to give the barest peek of your slit and clit.

His cock was painfully hard in his pants but before he could think to go any further, there was a loud chime from the computer. You both paused to look at what it was.

"Ah, your punishment has been decided," he chuckled darkly, feeling you stiffen in his arms.

Of course you knew he wouldn't do anything that could genuinely hurt you or something he knew you were uncomfortable with. Still, the aspect of an outside voice being the decision in your punishment made your heart stutter.

"Well well..." the excitement in your boyfriend's voice had a pit forming in your stomach, "Looks like my little bitch is going to get her little cunt spanked."

You felt yourself clench pathetically around nothing, no doubt gushing more arousal. Taehyung manhandled you into the same position you were in with your back to his chest and your legs spread obscenely wide to show your wet folds.

He hummed, cupping your core and spreading you open with two fingers. Your face was hot with embarrassment listening to the way he told the viewers how pretty your pussy was. His digits gathered your wetness and he took a moment to circle your clit until he could hear your breathing pick up.

Then, as you were lost in the growing pleasure he brought his hand down in a sharp smack that had your body stiffening in shock. It stung, leaving a burn in the wake of the impact. He found your clit once again, giving a sharp slap to your thigh when your legs flinched closed in fear of another hit.

"Hold your legs open," he ordered, waiting until you hooked your arms under your own knees — leaving your pussy vulnerable for another smack.

Taehyung didn't waste another second in giving you on. It made you hiss as the burn of the previous hit still lingered. He didn't bother trying to soothe the ache now, instead supplied another hit directly to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back at the painful pleasure it caused when he hit your bud. A series of quick slaps rained down on your pussy until you finally cried out.

"Ah, good girl..." he whispered in your ear, running his fingers over your folds to soothe the ache, "Took your punishment like such a good little bitch."

"Alpha..." you sniffled, your watery eyes finally vanishing along with the hits.

"I think you deserve a reward now, huh?" his voice was soft once again with your punishment over. He pressed a kiss to your temple when you eagerly nodded your head, "How about I make my sweet Omega cum."

Licking your lips, your body relaxed against him when his touch found your clit again. His touch was experienced and familiar, making you sigh in pleasure.

"Alpha, please..." you whined, looking up at him, "P-Put your fingers inside please."

"So polite...good girl," he cooed, easily sliding two fingers into your entrance.

There was a burn, his fingers were big and he'd gone with two immediately but you both knew that you loved when it hurt a bit. He let out soft moans in your ear as he watched your cunt eagerly swallow his fingers. Every time he pulled out, he could see the way your juices clung to his skin and he felt his mouth water at the thought o tasting you.

Angling his fingers up, he found your spot with quick ease, having memorized your body even better than you. You hips kicked up in response, abandoning your hold on your knees to grip onto his arms.

Your nails dug into his skin, though he didn't really notice the slight pinch. He was too focused on the way your walls fluttered around his fingers with your impending orgasm. He found your clit with his other hand, giving a few quick circles to your bud before you came. He continued to fuck you with his fingers, milking every second of your high until your legs clamped shut around his hand to stop the overstimulation.

"Shit, you're such a good girl," he whispered, bringing his fingers to his mouth. The groan he let out with your sweet cum met his tongue was lewd — making your cheeks burn.

"Alpha," you sighed, sitting up to finally separate yourself from him.

He grinned, gripping your hips as you stood on your knees, using his shoulders as support to press a sweet kiss against your lips. The two of you sat like that, lips moving eagerly together as his hands continued to wander your body.

"What is it baby?" he breathed when you pulled away.

"Want your cock, Alpha," you begged, making him groan as his cock twitched in his pants.

"Yeah?" he chuckled, "Alright baby, lay back."

You hurried to get into position, spreading your legs eagerly for him to take his place. He crawled between your legs, hovering over your body with his hands on either side of your head. He pressed his lips against yours, rolling his clothed cock against your sensitive folds. The texture almost hurt but it was so good it had you gasping into his mouth. He grinned against your lips as your reaction before pulling back to rid himself of the final article of clothing.

He wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking himself a couple times to watch you lustfully lick your lips. Running the tip of himself between your folds, he watched your thighs tremble at the tease of having him so close but not where you wanted just yet.

"What do you say, Omega?" he growled, slapping your clit a couple times with the head of his cock.

"Please fuck me, Alpha," you immediately moaned, biting your lip as he finally began to press inside.

"Good girl," he groaned, voice choked by the feeling of your cunt stretching around his cock.

Your eyes fluttered and you were trembling by the time he bottomed out.

"S-So full..." you mewled, making him grin.

"Yeah? Your Alpha's fat cock stuffing you full, huh?" he asked as he pulled back out, feeling your wetness cling to him.

"F-Fuck, yes..." you replied, arching your hips when he sunk back into you.

His cock was hot and throbbing against your walls. As he fucked you, the wet sound of your cunt swallowing him reached his ears. He groaned, the fact you got so wet for him making him even harder.

He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp at the added pleasure. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and you cupped your other one to pinch your neglected nipple.

A sharp nip to the bud made you gasp, your walls clenching around his cock. He grunted, pulling away completely to sit back on his heels. Holding you beneath your knees, he doubled his speed and began to fuck you roughly.

The swell of his knot was forming and your pussy fluttered around him in anticipation. Crying out, your back arched at the burst of pleasure when he hit your spot. He chuckled, his heart swelling with pride knowing everyone watching could see how well he fucked his cute Omega.

"A-Alpha...y-you're gonna make m-me cum..." you whimpered, cupping both of your breasts now.

He grinned, watching you pull and pinch at your nipples, "Yeah? My pretty little bitch wants to cum?"

"Y-Yes, please!" you begged, arching your hips up to meet his thrusts. It made him sink even deeper into you, kissing your cervix and making your eyes roll back.

He reached between your thighs and found your clit with his thumb. The bud was hard and swollen from your previous orgasm. Still sensitive, it didn't take long for you to reach the edge.

"Cum, babygirl," he panted, never letting up on his thrusts, determined to get you to cum, "Cream on my cock, you can do it. Show everyone how pretty you are when you cum on your Alpha's knot."

His words were punctuated by his knot popping into your cunt, setting you off immediately. He cursed, falling forward and catching himself on his hands.

You were lost in the euphoria of your high, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders to hold onto him. He groaned into your neck, feeling his knot throb almost painfully as he came. The feeling of his cum filling your cunt made your high that much more amazing — feeling him knot you was unlike anything you'd experienced.

Before long, the two of you were coming down. Taehyung pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders before reaching your lips. You were still trembling, walls still spasming around him from the power of your orgasm.

"Such a good girl," he praised against your lips, "My sweet Omega, so pretty..."

You basked in his praise and compliments as they helped your body settle down until his knot deflated enough for him to comfortably pull out. Once he did, he turned back to the laptop with a lazy grin.

"Thanks for watching, I guess," he chuckled, feeling you curl yourself around him from behind, "I've got to hurry and shut this down but thank you for your tips and there will be a poll posted later tonight that you should be sure to check out."

He reached forward and immediately turned the stream off and returned his attention to you. You clung to him, feeling a strong desire to be close with your Alpha. He naturally obliged, wrapping you up in his arms as you laid together on the bed.

With his fingers gently caressing your skin, you let your eyes fall shut to sleep.

“I can’t believe so many people are interested in this becoming a regular thing…” you mumbled as you say on your boyfriend’s lap, his account open on comments about the previous nights stream. Over the course of the weekend you'd gathered up hundreds of comments praising you and asking to see you more — rather solo or more couple streams.

“Pretty cool,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “What do you think?”

“I had a lot of fun so…” you shrugged, looking over your shoulder to smile at him, “I think it'd be nice to do every once in a while.”

“God, I love you,” he grinned, giving you a quick squeeze before you hopped off his lap and left the room.

“Don’t forget we have class at 3,” you called from the hallway as you made your way to the kitchen, intending to cook a quick breakfast.

Throwing you coat on, you jogged down the hallway to meet Taehyung where he was waiting by the door with his car keys in hand. He smiled as you came into view, reaching up to smooth down a stray piece of your hair.

“Ready to go?” he asked, opening the door.

“As I’ll ever be,” you mumbled, wincing as the cold winter air met your warm skin.

You were shivering by the time you made it to the car, waiting for Taehyung to get in and unlock it for you. He was laughing at your pout as you finally sat down and shut the door.

“We need to get that stupid...key thing unlocked,” you whined, referring to the keyfob that had ceased working a few months ago.

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Taehyung mumbled sarcastically as he started the car.

You were dreading getting out of the car when he finally parked on campus. It was beginning to snow, little flurries falling and sticking to the windshield. Pulling the hood of your jacket up, you hopped out of the car and met Taehyung on the other side.

He held his hand out, giving yours a little squeeze when you slipped your fingers between his. He kept a strong grip on you, making sure you didn’t lose your footing on the increasingly slick snow-covered ground.

You and Taehyung shared the first class that day before you ended up separating. By the time you reunited, you were both tired and eager to see one another again.

He was waiting in the campus cafe when you were finally let out of your last class. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips before taking a seat across from him.

“Um...excuse me,” a soft voice nervously called from beside you, drawing both yours and Taehyung’s attention.

“Can I help you?” Taehyung asked, eyeing the young man standing there.

He was about the same height as Taehyung with long, curly bangs peeking out from beneath the beanie that sat atop his head. One hand was shoved into his jeans pocket and the other held his backpack on his other shoulder. It took one look at him to know he was an Alpha.

“This...is going to sound weird and I’m sorry but…” the stranger shifted on his feet and his cheeks turned a bit pink, “Are you...V from abocams?”

You and Taehyung shared a look of surprise before looking back at the stranger.

“Yeah,” Taehyung answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders.

“I...I guess you could say I’m a fan. I caught the stream on Friday,” he said, seeming to relax once he knew he had the right person, “I’m Jungkook.”

“Taehyung,” your boyfriend reached out and shook his hand before gesturing to you, “My girlfriend, _____.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, also shaking his hand.

“How about you have a seat, we were just going to order some food,” Taehyung offered, motioning to the empty seat beside you.

“Really? Thanks!” Jungkook grinned, a cute bunny-like smile before pulling the chair out and dropping his backpack on the ground as he took a seat.

“So how old are you, Jungkook?” Taehyung asked as he looked over the flimsy menu before him.

“22 now,” was the response, making Taehyung hum.

“You’re younger than me,” the younger Alpha nodded as if he already knew it — though he probably did since Taehyung’s age was listed on his profile.

You glanced beside you to where Jungkook sat. He smelled good, a delicate scent of perfume wafting from him. He had broad shoulders, a sharp jawline and thick thighs that were encased perfectly by his jeans.

Looking away, you caught Taehyung’s gaze. He had a brow raised and a lazy smirk on his lips, making your cheeks flush at being caught checking out Jungkook.

After the three of you ordered food, you began to talk. Jungkook was surprisingly easy to relax around — he was funny and charismatic. He and Taehyung shared banter like the two of them had been friends for ages. You learned that Jungkook was in his 3rd year of university with a major in graphic design. He lived alone after moving from his home in Busan, having moved to Seoul for college.

When it was time to go, Taehyung asked for his number and you parted ways with a promise of meeting again.

Sure enough, the three of you met up again. Since school was closed for a Student’s Day on Friday, you all went to get some lunch.

It was a quiet, rustic little restaurant near your apartment that had some delicious grilled chicken that made your mouth water. Jungkook was a bit late but you and Taehyung ordered a couple drinks anyway. Your stomach was growling by the time Jungkook came stumbling up to the table.

“Sorry, there was an accident blocking traffic,” he mumbled, taking a seat beside Taehyung. You were left on your own side of the booth, much to your delight.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung waved him off handing him the menu he was no longer using since he’d decided what he wanted.

“Thanks,” the younger grinned, making you smile subconsciously. It was contagious and something about the younger Alpha made you feel happy — he was such a bright, lovely person to have around, “I was wondering if you guys want to get some drinks tonight?”

“We can’t,” you mumbled immediately with a frown.

“We stream Fridays,” Taehyung supplied after seeing Jungkook’s confused face.

“Oh, that’s right...I don’t know how I forgot,” Jungkook chuckled, closing the menu before waving the waiter over.

“Sorry, Jungkook…” you pouted, “Maybe we can go Saturday?”

Before he could answer your invite, the waiter came up and you all got distracted giving you orders. Giving the menus back, you got settled down once again to wait for your food to arrive.

“So…” Jungkook pursed his lips, looking from you to Taehyung, “Can I know what’s going on tonight?”

“We never agreed to spoilers when this friendship started, Jungkook,” Taehyung teased with a wide grin, making Jungkook whine.

“Oh, come on!” the younger whined, sinking lower in his seat.

“It’s another couple stream,” you said, making Taehyung squint a playful glare at you. You giggled and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Oh thank god,” Jungkook whispered, tossing his head back with a sigh.

Surprisingly, there was nothing awkward knowing Jungkook watched the two of you have sex on camera. Nor did it bother either of you that he was openly into it — really into it. Despite the fact you’d become quick friends, it didn’t halt Jungkook fanboy qualities. Taehyung also seemed quite flattered that the younger was obviously also attracted to him.

It wasn’t something unheard of — Alpha-only relationships did exist. They were usually treated as taboo which was probably so many Alphas watched Alpha cammers. It was a safe alternative than the social stigma. Although, with the younger generation, it was definitely becoming a more widely accepted relationship.

Jungkook didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as he was open in the fact he enjoyed watching Taehyung on his own as well. He’d called your boyfriend hot several times and neither of you really batted an eye. He was confident and sure of himself despite his young age.

Before it got too late, you and Taehyung decided to get home so you could prepare for the stream. You bid Jungkook goodbye, blushing when he expressed his excitement for tonight.

Stumbling into your apartment, your heart was racing with excitement. You always felt excitement when you knew you’d get to feel Taehyung’s touch. No matter what, you always craved the Alpha’s rough hands and soft lips on your skin.

It was no different that night when you found yourself on your hands and knees with Taehyung's cock splitting you open. You bit the sheets to muffle your cry as you were fucked into another orgasm.

"Fuck!" Taehyung snarled, slapping your ass to make you flinch, "You're cummin' so much tonight — is it because someone is watching?"

Your cheeks flushed hot at what he was insinuating — and it was true.

The fact Jungkook was watching, maybe fucking his knot into a fleshlight imagining it was you. You moaned at the idea, your walls clenching around your boyfriend's cock making him hiss.

"What're you thinking about, babygirl?" he chuckled, tangling his hand in your hair to pull you up on your knees. With your back pressed against his chest, he was able to whisper in your ear so the mic wouldn't pick it up, "About Jungkook? About how it would feel to have another knot you while I watch?"

"A-Alpha..." you gasped, eyes rolling back s you fucked yourself on his cock.

The position offered a perfect angle for his cock to hit that spot and had you clenching once again. Taehyung chuckled, letting you use his cock how you needed. However, when you reached down to find your clit, he slapped your hand away.

"Don't you dare," he growled, "You better cum like this, slut, punishment for thinking of another Alpha."

You sobbed, hanging your head as you were forced to take it. It felt like you were stuck on the edge, unable to fall over without the sweet touch on your clit. Taehyung chuckled, cupping one of your breasts to pinch your nipple.

It had you gasping but still wasn't enough to get you off. He took sadistic pleasure in hearing you whine and sob as you were kept on edge, creaming on his cock and clenching him so tight he almost couldn't move.

"What is it?" he whispered, seeing the glisten of a tear on your cheek, "Does it hurt?"

"Mhmm," you whimpered, tossing your head back to rest it on your shoulder.

"Aw, poor baby," the condescending tone made your bottom lip tremble but made him grin.

"Please!" you cried, rolling your hips back on him.

"Please what?" he teased, feeling you tremble in his hold.

"L-Let me cum!" you begged, the heat from your denied orgasm becoming painful.

"Aw, poor baby can't cum on her own?" you let out a choked whine of humiliation, "Need your Alpha to make you cum?"

"Yes! Please make me cum!" the desperation in your voice finally set him in motion.

Pushing you down so you face was in the bed once again, he shifted on his knees to finally resume properly fucking you. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream when his hand finally found your clit.

It was impossibly easy to set you off, you trembled and sobbed into the bed. Taehyung grunted in his efforts, feeling your walls clamp down tight around him.

Suddenly, you reached down to slap his hand away from your clit. He frowned, ready to chastise you but the words caught in his throat as he felt the gush of your cum around his cock.

"Shit, baby," he tossed his head back and moaned, "Messy baby, squirting for me...what a good girl!"

His grip suddenly tightened around your hips and you gasped as the sting of his knot stretching your walls. Immediately, you felt the gush of his hot cum against your walls. He pulsed in time to each spurt and he groaned in pleasure as his thighs trembled through the high.

It didn't take long for his knot to go down. When he pulled out, you gasped as his cum dribbled from your still gaping hole. He groaned, catching some on his thumb to smear along your folds.

"God...you're incredible," he whispered, smiling when you curled up on your side.

Turning around, he took a moment to shut the stream off before turning his attention back to you.

Peppering your face with kisses, he let you cling to him to let the high from being knotted by your Alpha wear off.

He always told you it was his favorite part — when you became clingy and needy for his comfort after sex. You were so sweet and soft, it made him proud as an Alpha.

He closed his eyes and rested his head atop yours as you relaxed into his embrace and fell asleep.

“Hey babe!” Taehyung called, wondering where you were at.

You heard his footsteps approaching and turned to look at him from where you were loading the sheets into the washing machine. He was holding his phone as he walked up to you, casually leaning against the wall to watch you for a second.

“What?” you asked, shutting the washing machine to start the cycle.

“Jungkook invited us to a party,” he said, handing you the phone.

From: Jungkook [7:10PM] hey i know its short notice but theres a party tonight i was wondering if u guys wanna go with me?

You hummed, handing Taehyung’s phone back before shrugging, “I don’t mind. We haven’t been to one in ages.”

“Really?” Taehyung grinned, “I’ll let him know!”

“What time?” you asked, following closely behind him as you both went into the bedroom.

“He says 10,” Taehyung answered.

“We’ve got a bit of time then,” you sighed, laying back on the bed.

“That we do…” Taehyung crawled onto the bed and over your body until his lips reached yours, “And I can think of a way to kill an hour.”

“Oh?” you raised a brow, already feeling your body heating up at the dark look in his eyes, “How’s that?”

“Wanna eat your pussy so every Alpha at that party will be able to smell how sweet your cum is,” he growled, making your breath hitch and eyes flutter.

“Please,” you whined, placing your hand on his shoulder to urge him down.

“Ah, my good little Omega,” he grinned as you shivered under the praise.

He flipped your skirt up and groaned at the sight of your cute powder blue cotton panties.

Instead of taking them off, he simply moved them to the side. Groaning at the sight of your wet folds, he felt his mouth begin to water at even the thought of your taste.

Not wasting any time, he leaned forward to slide his tongue between your folds. His eyes rolled back and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep your spread open for him. You cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair as he began to eat you like a starving man.

He didn't care that your juices were smearing all over his face. His tongue found its way into your entrance, only slightly fulfilling your need to be filled.

Your back arched and he groaned, pulling back and reaching down to spread your folds. Looking down, you saw his pupils were blown wide and his lips were shining red with your juices and swollen. Using thumb to pull the hood of your clit back, he immediately captured the exposed bud in his mouth.

You pulled on his hair, making his cock twitch in his pants and he began to slowly roll his hips against the bed.

Your breathing stuttered and you found yourself grinding down on his mouth. He groaned, lashing your clit with his tongue to make you tremble. The louder your moans became, the faster he ground down into the bed. His cock hurt, trapped in the suffocating material of his jeans but he was more concerned with making you cum.

Your juices were sweet on his tongue and your clit was pulsing in his mouth, indicating you were growing closer and closer with every second his mouth was on you. Looking down only again, you shuddered at how determined he looked — he was desperate to taste your cum on his tongue.

Finally, your whole body froze.

Taehyung whimpered into your cunt, his own his taking over him as he came in his jeans. His felt his cum, hot on his own skin as he continued to hump the bed until he couldn't take it anymore.

His tongue never let up on licking and sucking on your clit as you came. You trembled and gushed sweet cum that he eagerly caught with his tongue and swallowed down with a moan.

He pulled away he felt your hand go lax in his hair. He sat on his heels looking at you as he licked his lips and collected every drop of you he could from his face to taste.

You squeezed your thighs shut, still throbbing in the aftermath of your orgasm. Taehyung watched you with a proud smirk.

"Now I have to change my panties..." you panted, finally relaxing completely against the bed.

"No you don't," your boyfriend grinned, making you roll your eyes.

You were still feeling the excitement from having Taehyung eating you out by the time you stepped foot into the party.

“Hey, you guys!” Jungkook grinned, bounding over to you happily. He had a red cup in his hand and it was clear he had already been drinking before you arrived. Without wasting a second he shoved the cup into your hand and urged you to drink.

Sharing a look with Taehyung, you shrugged and took a few big gulps before handing it to Taehyung who downed the rest of it. Jungkook laughed happily and urged both of you to follow him to the kitchen.

“This is my friend’s house,” he explained as he grabbed a bottle of vodka and filled the cup back up, “If you want, we can just hang out in one of the rooms.”

“Sure, I don’t know anyone here anyway,” Taehyung took your hand and you both hurried to follow after Jungkook.

The younger held the mostly full bottle of vodka in one hand and the half-filled red cup in the other as he ran up the stairs two at a time. He smiled triumphantly as he waited at the top for you two to catch up. Finally, he picked a room that he had to unlock with a key, ushering you both inside before he turned around and locked it once again.

You looked around, seeing it was a TV room. It had a big screen on the wall and a big, comfy L-couch situated in the middle of the room with several throw pillows and blankets to use.

“Have a seat, my friends,” Jungkook motioned to the couch as he placed to bottle and cup on the table. He flopped back and put his feet up, grabbing the remote to turn the TV on.

You reached forward as you took a seat, grabbing the red cup to take a few sips. Taehyung took a seat beside you, throwing his arm over your shoulder to hold you close. Jungkook was Netflix surfing for a few minutes before settling on Archer.

The three of you sat in relative silence as you shared the cup of vodka, occasionally filling it back up until you were pleasantly buzzed.

You laughed at a scene on Archer, unaware of the gaze burning holes through you. Beneath your ear, Taehyung’s heart sped up as he watched Jungkook’s tongue slide over his bottom lip before he tucked it between his teeth.

Alcohol always made you feel sleepy, so you snuggled up against Taehyung with a small smile on your lips. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your head.

“Hey Kook,” he said, making the younger break his gaze from you, “Hand me a blanket.”

“Oh, sure,” he mumbled, turning around to grab the one thrown over the back of the couch behind him.

When he reached out to hand it to Taehyung, he paused, “Oh, just lay it over her for me,” Taehyung smiled.

Jungkook swallowed thickly and moved forward, placing the blanket over your curled up form. He smoothed it down and Taehyung noted how his hands lingered for just a second too long before he returned to his seat. If Taehyung was any closer, he would have heard the younger Alpha’s heart pounding erratically.

“Hey Tae…?” he said suddenly, bringing Taehyung out of his thoughts. He hummed, turning his gaze to Jungkook, “I’ve been curious,” his words were slurred from the alcohol and he paused to take another sip, “How is it that you can be so cool with just...sharing her with the world? I mean...she’s your Omega…”

Taehyung shrugged, glancing down at you, “She’s not my property and as long as she’s not cheating...she’s free to do anything she wants as long as it’s in a safe environment.”

Jungkook lets out a soft hum, his head lolling drunkenly, “If she was mine, I’d never let anyone see that side of her. Omega’s too precious to let just any asshole jerk off to…”

Taehyung smiled softly, stroking your hair as you slept away on his chest.

It was nearing 1:30 in the morning before Taehyung decided he wanted to go home. He and Jungkook had watched a Pirates of the Carribean movie to pass the time and sobered up in the meantime.You had also managed to sleep your drunkenness off, though you hadn’t drunk as much as they had.

Stumbling into the house, Taehyung was surprised to find himself pinned to the wall with your lips on his. He groaned, tangling his hand in your hair as you slipped your hand down the front of his jeans to grip his cock. He growled, feeling himself quickly harden as the scent of your arousal pooling in your panties reached his nose.

He eagerly reciprocated your excitement, hiking up your skirt to tear your panties down your legs. You shivered as his nails scraped along your skin, a little prick of pain in the pleasure. His fingers found your folds, wet and ready for him.

“What’s got you excited, little slut?” he growled, plunging two long fingers into your painfully empty cunt. 

Your breathing stuttered and you clutched the front of his shirt as he easily found your sweet spot, abusing it until you were squirming against him and your slick was dripping down his wrist. He chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against your neck. 

“Please,” you breathed, reaching down to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Tell me why you’re so fucking needy first,” he snapped, clenching his jaw as you pulled his cock free, wrapping your little fist around him and squeezing. 

“I-I…” you whimpered, pumping him slowly, “I don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers from your dripping cunt and bringing them up to slide into your mouth. You whimpered at your own taste and felt his cock throb in your hand, “I think you do.”

“I-I don’t,” you whispered, eyes falling to the fat head of his cock as it peeked through your fist.

“You know what I think?” he asked, a smirk forming on his lips, “I think little Jungkookie got your little pussy wet.”

You swallowed thickly, giving his length a subtle squeeze, “I…”

“I’m right, huh?” he chuckled, taking your hand from his cock.

You gasped as he suddenly lifted you from the back of your thighs, pinning you against the wall. Your cunt, opened from Taehyung’s fingers, was positioned over his tip. He could see the way your gaze darkened in desire at having him so close.

“Tell me,” he commanded, prodding your hole. You squirmed, whimpering impatiently, “Tell me you got wet because of Jungkook.”

“Alpha, please,” you whined.

“Don’t try that with me,” he snapped, making you frown, “Tell me and I’ll fuck you.”

“I…” you licked your lips, looking down at the cock you were so desperate for, “I-I got wet because of Jungkook.”

“That’s my good girl,” he chuckled darkly before his hips surged forwards and filled you to the hilt.

You both groaned in unison at the feeling. You were immediately grinding down on him, needing him to move. He clenched his teeth as he set a hasty pace, the both of you knowing it was going to just be a quickie. Still, you were dripping down his length and soaking the cotton of his boxers. 

“F-Fuck!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. He panted against your shoulder with the exertion of his pace. 

“You gonna cum already?” he scoffed, tone condescending, “Can’t believe little Jungkookie got you this riled up without even doing anything. Little whore, getting wet over other Alphas…”

His words had you coming undone, twitching in his grasp as you gushed around his cock. He hissed at how tightly you squeezed around him, halting his movement until the rhythmic clenching of your walls had him cumming. You whined in disappointment when you realized he hadn’t knotted, making him chuckle.

“My sweet Omega,” he cooed, letting your legs down while supporting your weight until you could properly walk, “Let’s get washed up and in bed.”

Watching you sleep, Taehyung thought about the look in your eyes when he talked about Jungkook. Biting back a smirk, he rolled over and wrapped himself around you.

When he woke up in the morning, he called up Jungkook before you even woke up. Before he left, he let you know through your sleep hazed mind that he was going to hang out with the other Alpha.

Taehyung hopped in his car and followed the GPS to the address Jungkook had sent him. It was a small apartment complex that the younger lived in and easy enough to get in and find Jungkook’s place.

“Hey!” he greeted as Jungkook let him in.

It was a modest, lightly decorated apartment. There was a blanket piled on the couch indicating that was probably where he had been sitting before he arrived.

“Hey, what brings you over so early?” Jungkook asked, hanging Taehyung’s coat on the wall hook.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” the words had Jungkook pausing and turning to look at his friend.

“Oh? What’s up?” Jungkook shifted on his feet as he watched Taehyung lean back casually against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“It’s about ______,” those words had Jungkook freezing.

“Wh-What about her?” he asked, fidgeting with the fabric of his couch as he leaned against the back of it in hopes of matching Taehyung’s casualness.

“I know you like her,” Taehyung said, “Why wouldn’t you, though? She is just perfect isn’t she?” he took sick amusement in watching his friend scramble for a way to defend himself, “You’ve seen her on her knees sucking my dick...you’ve seen her face when I make her cum...the way she begs for cum and a knot.”

He grinned, stepping up to Jungkook’s trembling frame. He knew the boy was hard in his sweats simply remembering all the things Taehyung talked about.

His eyes fluttered and he licked his lips, “Y-Yeah she...she’s great…”

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head before playfully shoving his friend’s shoulder. Jungkook’s doe eyes were wide in confusion, “You’re so cute, Kook.”

“Wh-What’re you talking about?” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, still nervous from Taehyung’s protective demeanor.

“I was just teasing you,” Taehyung shrugged, “I actually came over here to ask if you wanted to have a threesome.”

Jungkook shoulders relaxed and his face went blank. He stared at your boyfriend for several seconds, blinking repeatedly as he processed the words.

“Huh?” was all he could conjure up.

Taehyung chuckled, “I know she thinks you’re hot too so I figured why not?”

“Dude…” Jungkook heaved a big sigh, hanging his head, “I thought you were going to fucking kill me!”

“Nah,” Taehyung shook his head, “I get it if you think she’s hot or you wanna bang her. I’m not mad about it.”

“She um...she wants to have a threesome as well?” Jungkook asked, almost nervously.

“I haven’t asked her but…” he chuckled, licking his lips, “I brought you up to her last night and...she seemed interested in fucking you.”

“Whoa…” Jungkook smiled, “If she’s down and you’re cool with it then...hell yeah!”

“Perfect,” Taehyung patted his friend on the shoulder, “I’m going to raid your kitchen because I haven’t eaten anything yet today.”

“Where were you all day?” you asked when he stepped through the door.

“I told you I was with Jungkook,” your boyfriend replied as he slipped his shoes off.

“Yeah I know but like...why?” you turned around when he entered the kitchen, where you were making dinner.

“Wanted to proposition him,” Taehyung shrugged, opening the refrigerator to pull out a can of Coke.

“Oh? How’d that go?” you stirred the sauce in the pan while Taehyung took a seat behind you at the table.

“He agreed,” Taehyung smirked into his soda can when you turned around with a brow raised.

“Care to share with the class?” you mumbled, placing the lid on the pan before taking a seat beside him.

“Well,” he leaned forward, his face inches from yours with that smirk still on his lips, “I asked how he would feel about having a threesome with us.”

“Taehyung!” you gasped, smacking his shoulder before dissolving into laughter, “You did not!”

“I did!” Taehyung began laughing with you, “I scared him as well...made him think I was pissed he wanted to bang you. He was shaking.”

“Tae!” you cried, “You’re so mean!”

“I know but I couldn’t resist!” he defended himself, taking your hand before you could smack his shoulder again. You sighed, a smile still on your lips as he pressed a kiss to your palm, “He agreed so...all I need to know is if you’re on board or not.”

“Of course I agree,” you rolled your eyes.

Before either of you could say anything else, the timer on your stove went off and you both moved to get dinner on the table.

Taehyung moves fast, and he wasted no time in setting everything up.

You were getting ready to stream in just a few hours with Taehyung when the doorbell rang. Since you were closer to the door, you answered it. The surprise you felt when you were met with the bright eyes of Jeon Jungkook had you stunned.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” you asked, waving him in.

“Tae invited me,” he answered easily, hanging up his coat and kicking his shoes off.

“Why?” you frowned when you received only a shrug in response.

“Ah good, you’re here!” Taehyung grinned, walking out of the hallway shirtless.

Jungkook took a moment to admire the smooth expanse of tan skin before questioning the elder on what was going on.

“We’re going to have our threesome,” you gaped at his words speechless before Jungkook spoke up.

“Aren’t you streaming tonight?” he asked, which Taehyung nodded at, “So...how are we doing it tonight?”

“We’re doing it live!” Jungkook choked on his spit at the words, eyes darting to you quickly.

Your lips were pursed in a pout before you folded your arms over your chest and glared at your boyfriend, “When did we decide this?”

“Hey, if I’m gonna let him fuck my Omega…” he shot a quick look towards Jungkook, who held his hands up in defense, “I’m at least going to make some money off it,” he watched your face carefully and waited for a response but when he didn’t get one, he took your hand in his, “If you don’t want too—”

“No, I’m good with it,” you looked towards Jungkook, “Are you? It’ll be your first time on camera, right?”

“I um...I actually really like the idea…” he confessed, cheeks turning pink.

“Great, it’s settled then!” Taehyung grinned, “Jungkook you can use our bathroom to freshen up while we get the setup running.”

Truthfully, he didn’t really need your help. You sat on the bed watching as he set the camera up and connected it to the laptop.

You were practically vibrating in excitement by the time you saw yourself on the screen.

"You're starting now? Without him?" you asked softly just as the red light turned on to indicate you were now live.

The number of viewers quickly jumped and excited comments flooded in about how they had missed you and where Taehyung was.

"Yeah, why not?" Taehyung chuckled, stepping out from behind the camera, "It can be a nice surprise."

You giggled as he dropped on his knees in front of the bed. The back of his head and shoulders were in view as he began to pepper kisses along the skin of your calves and thighs.

"You look so cute in my clothes," he chuckled, referring to the hoodie you were wearing.

"They smell like you," you mumbled, making him smile against your thigh.

He gave you a soft bite before reaching up to find the hem of your shorts that were obscured by the length of his hoodie.

Tossing them away, he cupped your core through your panties. You sighed, biting you bottom lip and leaning back to let him stroke your slit through the fabric. It was a bit rough on your clit but the texture added to the pleasure.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Jungkook stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist looking a little sheepish.

"I uh...didn't have spare...what're you doing?" he blinked owlishly as he stepped forward to see past the camera set up to find Taehyung on his knees.

"Kook..." Taehyung smiled, waving him over, "We started without you, sorry."

"I-It was his idea..." you mumbled, stuttering as Taehyung lightly slapped your folds through your panties before standing up.

"Everyone, we have an even sweeter treat tonight," Taehyung grinned, tugging Jungkook into the frame and pushing him down to sit beside you, "This is Kook, he's an Alpha and he's going to be fucking my Omega."

You looked to Jungkook, who froze where he sat. His eyes were wide and he looked almost scared but you could see the way he was getting hard beneath the towel.

"I-I am?" he stuttered out, making Taehyung chuckle.

"Of course, what did you think we were doing?" you wanted to chastise your boyfriend for teasing the younger but stayed quiet.

It seemed that Jungkook easily took the offer as he turned to look at you. He cupped your jaw and drew you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, he was tasting you for the first time. He wanted to experience a gentle kiss with you and you eagerly allowed him that.

Taehyung huffed out a small laugh as he backed away from the two of you. He took his seat in the comfortable chair near the bed, keeping his eyes on the two of you.

Beneath the tight fabric of his dark wash jeans, Taehyung's cock was painfully hard. Watching how excited Jungkook was for his Omega excited him, filled him with pride. He knew how desirable and perfect his Omega was and it made him feel so lucky to have you as his.

Jungkook's behavior changed quickly and you suddenly found yourself pinned beneath his weight. His fingers slid beneath the heavy fabric of your hoodie up. He paused just before your breasts came into view, dipping his head down to press his lips against your skin. Goosebumps rose following the path of his feather-light kisses.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed your hoodie off, letting out a soft curse as your breasts came into view. He wasted no time tossing the hoodie towards Taehyung. The elder chuckled as the fabric met his face before he chucked it on the ground and settled his gaze back on you.

Jungkook's lips found your right nipple, making you keen. He groaned against your breast as you tangled your hand into his hair and tugged. His towel came undone and fell, exposing his dripping cock. Taehyung's own heart stuttered in his chest at the sight and he had the urge to wrap his fist around the younger and have him whimpering beneath his control.

But alas, it wasn't his turn.

"Please, Kook," you whined, making Jungkook groan. He wished he could hear you calling him 'Alpha' — but it was an impossible desire.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, panting against your breast before giving that fragile skin a soft nip.

"Please touch me," you begged, arching your hips to meet his throbbing cock.

He groaned, whispers of profanity escaping his lips as he eagerly stripped you down completely bare. Spreading your legs, he felt his cock drool at the sight of your slick coated folds.

His thumb met your slit, collecting your arousal on the digit to bring to his lips. He whimpered at the taste, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Please, make me cum," you asked, biting your lip as you reached down and spread yourself open.

Jungkook's mouth fell open at the sight of your dripping hole and hardened clit that was clearly aching for his touch.

"I don't think so, baby," he chuckled, gripping beneath your knees to pin your thighs open. Your folds spread obscenely and he slid the head of his cock against you. Your thighs trembled as he drug the thick vein on the underside over your clit, "You're going to cum on my cock, got it?"

"Y-Yes," you whispered, meeting his gaze as he reached down to grip his own cock.

Neither of you breathed as he sunk into your clenching cunt.

"Shit..." Jungkook breathed, eyes rolling at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

You were hot and tight around him, felt better than he could have dreamed. From the sidelines, Taehyung squeezed his own cock through his jeans. He was painfully hard and fuck if seeing Jungkook's fat cock spreading you open didn't make him throb. His boxers were no doubt soaked from his own arousal.

Jungkook immediately set a pace that had you crying out. Your breasts bounced in time to his thrusts and he couldn't help but cup on in his hand. As he pinched your nipple, he felt you clench around him. You were soaking his cock, in your slick — it smells so sweet that he was beginning to regret not taking the time to eat you out.

Maybe Taehyung would let him have a taste later.

At the thought of your boyfriend, he looked over at the elder. His hand was stroking himself over his jeans and his eyes were lidded. Instead of watching him, his eyes were on you. It irked Jungkook. He wanted Taehyung to look at him.

"A-Ah, please—" you choked out, clawing the flawless skin of his back, leaving angry red marks.

Jungkook groaned, leading down and pressing his lips against yours. You whimpered into his mouth, clutching onto him. Peering down to where his cock was stuffing you full, his pace stuttered at the juices you were drooling around him.

"My cock's big huh?" Jungkook growled in your ear.

You nodded, "F-Feels so good."

"Yeah?" the Alpha chuckled, casting another glance towards Taehyung where he was sat casually in the chair still. It irritated him that the elder looked completely unbothered by the sight of another Alpha balls deep in his Omega. He wanted to rile him up, see him for the Alpha he really was — get his attention, "Bigger than Tae's? Hm?"

You gasped in shock but still couldn't help but clench around his cock in response, making him laugh.

From the chair, Taehyung's eyes narrowed into a glare. His jaw clenched and he finally moved, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees. You were whining and squirming in pleasure beneath the other Alpha and for the first time he felt the burn of possessiveness. He snapped when he heard Jungkook mutter, "Bet I fuck you better than him, huh?"

You met Jungkook's gaze, worried about if he knew what he was saying but you saw the excited glint in his eye and the playful smirk on his lips. Immediately, you understood the game he was playing — wanted to fire the most dominant Alpha up and make him angry.

It was also a game you enjoyed playing.

Your heart stuttered when Taehyung stormed up to the side of the bed. Jungkook continued to fuck you until Taehyung grabbed a fistful of his hair. The sting made him hiss and he stood buried to the hilt inside you.

"I'd be careful if I were you," Taehyung growled, using a voice even you rarely heard, "Don't forget who's Omega it is you're fucking."

"And it's also your Omega who's creaming on my cock," Jungkook shot back.

Taehyung let out an angry growl that had you clenching around Jungkook again. The younger groaned at the feeling, lashes fluttering.

Your boyfriend suddenly yanked the other back so his cock popped out of your cunt. You could feel yourself gaping around nothing as your pussy fluttered.

Jungkook's back was pressed to Taehyung's front. You clenched your thighs together at the sight of the younger showing submissiveness to your boyfriend by baring his neck. Taehyung took the invitation and opened his mouth, letting his teeth find purchase on the fragile skin. Jungkook winced a bit but it didn't break skin — just a warning.

Then he reached down and took Jungkook's leaking cock into his hand. The younger shuddered and groaned, mouth dropping open as he watched Taehyung give his length a couple quick strokes.

"You better remember that I can always fuck you like an Omega and make you cum on my cock, Kook," Taehyung hissed, squeezing Jungkook's cock until he whined, "Don't get a big head because you've got my Omega's cunt stuffed, hm?"

Jungkook's eyes fluttered and he gave a noncommittal nod. He took it anyway and backed off once again, sparing you a fleeting glance before he took his seat again.

You relaxed into the sheets again when Jungkook quickly slipped his cock back into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he resumed the same pace he'd kept earlier. It was easy to wind you back up given the aggressive display of dominance you'd seen from your boyfriend. Jungkook seemed in a daze as he buried his face into your neck and kissed the skin there.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling his knot begin to swell.

"M-Make me cum, Kook..." you begged, arching your hips up.

He grunted, resting all his weight on one arm as he reached down to find your clit. You keened, eyes rolling back.

"C-Cum, baby," he urged, voice strained as he struggled to hold his own high back, "Be a good Omega and cum for me."

When you fell over the edge, it was a low cry that set Jungkook off. He pulled out of you, missing the distressed whimper from you, and gripped his cock as he spilled over your stomach.

You watched the mess pool and slide down your side to the sheets. Jungkook relaxed and looked down at you, cock giving a valiant kick at the sight of you marked with his cum.

After a moment, Taehyung stood up and approached the two of you.

"You know..." your boyfriend sighed, sounding almost bored, "For someone who talked such a big game about how well you can use that cock of yours..."

He sat down beside you and pulled you so you were sitting up and leaning against him. Jungkook watched with lidded eyes as Taehyung's hand found its way to your cunt. You gasped and eagerly spread your legs for him.

"You barely even got her off," Taehyung tsked, making a show of parting your folds for Jungkook so see your still leaking hole.

"I-what?" Jungkook breathed, still a little breathless from his own orgasm. He was so sure he felt you cumming around him.

"Ruined her orgasm," Taehyung mumbled, reaching up to collect some of Jungkook's cum. Jungkook's brain nearly short circuited as he began circling your clit using his cum, "Pretty mean, huh baby girl?"

You whimpered, nodding your head as you clung to your boyfriend's arm. Jungkook felt his face burn in humiliation as you acknowledged his mistake.

"You were such a good girl," Taehyung cooed, meeting Jungkook's shameful gaze, "Good girls don't get punished but that's what he did, huh? It's okay, your Alpha will make you cum since Kook clearly can't."

You didn't offer a reply, too lost in watching Taehyung smear Jungkook's cum on your clit. Jungkook's face was on fire and he quickly broke Taehyung's gaze, remembering all the people watching who saw what he'd done. The way he talked such a big game only to not even be able to make you cum properly.

It was punishment enough to watch the way you came so quickly and easily for your boyfriend. Your thighs shuddered and hugged his arm to sob out his name in the throes of pleasure.

He wished he had been able to feel it properly. Knowing he'd lost his one and only chance to make you cum on his cock — and knowing Taehyung was going to be able to do that any moment he wanted. It was a taunt.

Your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your temple and let you curl up as he bid goodbye to the viewers and turned the stream off.

"I swear, I am absolutely beat," Taehyung sighed, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he took your heavy bag from your hands.

"I don't even know why you came with me today," you mumbled, "You got up for no reason."

"I came to school with you!" Taehyung argued.

You laughed, playfully pinching his side, "You didn't even have class today!"

"Oh well shame on me for being a bad boyfriend and wanting to spend the day with you," he shot back sarcastically, "By the way, I have an idea."

"Oh?" you asked, wrapping your arms around him as a chill ran through you.

"How about Saturday night we watch Jungkookie's stream together," he whispered the words low in your ear and you nearly whimpered.

The idea of having his hand shoved down your panties as you both watched Jungkook get himself off — you eagerly agreed, making Taehyung beam happily.

Before the two of you could make it to your car, you were intercepted by an unfamiliar voice shouting, "Hey wait up!"

You both turned around to see a man, shorter than Taehyung and sporting bubblegum pink hair, running towards you.

"What's up?" Taehyung asked with a brow raised.

"Y-You're V and his girlfriend, right?" He panted, giving you a bright smile, "I'm a big fan!"

You and Taehyung shared a gaze before introducing yourselves properly, inviting the young man to lunch.

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The Photographer // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

So I made a one-shot based off of the picture down here!

Word count ~ 3.1k

Summary - y/n is a celebrity photographer, and Matthew's birthday is coming up. This calls for a birthday shoot.

Ever since I was in sixth grade, I dreamed of being a photographer. But back then, I was just taking candid pictures of my cat (Peanut Butter), and random flowers that my mom had graciously planted for me. I really never planned on taking nice, professional pictures of people.

But here I was.

I went to 'California College of Arts' in San Francisco for 4 years. After that, I had a bit of trouble getting myself out there. I had a decent following on my instagram. People liked the pictures of my dog, and the pictures of nature that I took on my many travels. But likes and follows don't get you money, at least not enough. So I switched my focus onto more interesting things.

Advertising yourself as a photographer wasn't an easy task. You had to be ruthless, and be willing to get rejected and not back down. So I did what any semi-sane person would do.

I messaged over 50 celebrities asking of they wanted to do a shoot with me. I sent them my prices, and what kinds of shoots I was willing to do. I didn't have much hope for it, but it was worth a try.

And that's where it began.

Out of all of the messages, Andrew Lincoln, AKA Rick from The Walking Dead messaged me back.

*Hello Miss y/l/n! I've actually seen quite a few of your nature shots and I have always wondered how your photos would turn out with people. I would love to be your Guinea Pig.*

He sent me days he was available and I did his shoot. After posting his pictures, my popularity shot from there.

That was a few years ago, I was now taking photos for multiple celebrities. I was ultimately known for my black and white shoots. I had, in fact, just gotten done with a shoot of A.J. Cook. She had requested *me* to take her pictures for an up and coming article that was being written about her. I, of course, gratefully said yes, being a huge fan of hers, along with the whole Criminal Minds cast.

I emailed her all of the pictures I had taken, edited and all, while simultaneously posting them on my instagram.

It was mere hours later before a notification popped up on my phone of an email that I could not believe. Theres no way that he was emailing me, right?

*You have an Email from Matthew Gray Gubler*

*Hi there! I saw your shoot on AJ's instagram and my birthday is coming up. My manager wants me to do a birthday shoot, and we both like your black and white style. I know it's not usually the kind of thing you, birthdays, do but I figured it was worth a shot, and I think you have some real talent. Let me know when you are free next. I am on a break so my schedule is relatively flexible.*

I could safely say that it was a good thing that I lived alone because I don't think I have ever screamed louder into a pillow. Matthew has been one of my favorite celebrities for the longest time. If we were going to be completely honest, once I started watching Criminal Minds, I immediately had a crush on him. This wasn't exactly the profession to be in if you were going to have a celebrity crush. I was often invited to red carpets and movie premiers, so I met quite a few stars. I never thought I would have to worry about slipping up on my professionalism.

Because I never thought I would even meet him.

My obvious answer to his request was yes. I would never *ever* miss an opportunity to have a photoshoot with someone so inspiring and meaningful to me. So I started writing an email back.

*Hi Matthew!*

Should I address him like that? Is that unprofessional?

*Hi Mr. Gubler*

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

*Hi Matthew!* We are gonna stick with that. *I don't know if this is too short of a notice, but I actually have a free spot tomorrow. (Of course if that doesn't work for you, I can figure something out for later, and try to fit it in before your birthday). I have a few ideas for props that I can send you? Let me know how I can help.*

I sent it and ran my hands through my hair, tossing my phone back onto my comforter. I had taken pictures of so many awesome celebrities:

• Selena Gomez

• Robert Downey Jr.

• Dylan O'Brien

• Grant Gustin

• Holland Roden

• Danai Gurira

But this was by far the coolest one, in my mind at least.

While waiting a little to anxiously for a reply, I decided I was going to make myself some lunch, Ramen. I set my phone on the counter as I boiled my noodles, peering over at the blank screen every few seconds (but really they felt like **minutes**).

Just as I was adding the flavour packet to the bowl my phone buzzed. I jumped slightly, spilling part of the packet out of the bowl.

"Damnit." I quickly wiped the salt into the trash can and snatched my phone, seeing another email.

*Tomorrow is actually perfect, and I would love to hear your recommendations on props, clothes, anything really. I'm going to leave my number on this email so we can have easier contact of that's okay with you.*

Wow, alright. I will now have Matthew Gray Gublers number in my phone. I made a contact for him.

**It's y/n, soooo for props. I figured I could bake you a cake! I took a few baking electives in college so I could make a really nice one and we can do something with it. I recommend you bring clothes you like to wear that are black and white. (Other colors work too, but it just looks and flows better if it's black and white). I will set the rest of the stuff up. I will be ready for you by 1 pm if that's okay.**

*You would bake me a cake?! That would be super cool thank you! I would love that. I will bring a few black and white outfits. Would it be weird if I brought a black and white Kimono?*

A chance to see Matthew in a kimono? Please yes.

**Oh my gosh please do. I would love to take pictures of you in an infamous kimono of yours.**

*Awesome! I will see you tomorrow at 1. Heres my managers info for you to sell the billing to.*

He attatched his managers email. I just sat at my kitchens island, smiling like a true dork at my phone.

**And here is my address, I run the studio at my house. What is your favorite cake and icing by the way? :)**

Was a smiley face unprofessional?

I need to chill out.

*Vanilla cake and chocolate frosting possibly? I will eat anything though probably. :)*

Now I was really smiling at my phone like a psycho idiot.

**Alrighty, see you tomorrow**

Since I didn't want to wake up too early tomorrow, I decided I was going to start the cake tonight. I had quite a few recipes held in my cabinets. I located my vanilla cake recipe and put my pre-made chocolate frosting on the counter.

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After about an hour of preparing, making a cake from scratch, and putting it in the oven. The cake was finally done and cooled. I added black cocoa to the frosting to make it completely black and got out my white gel.

*You made it 3 decades :)*

Was scrawled in calligraphy on the top of the cylindrical cake. I added white drips down the sides and white multi shaped sprinkles to the bottom part.

I set it in my fridge and got ready for bed. I know it's going to be hard to sleep just thinking about tomorrow.

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My alarm woke me up at 10 am, never before this had I woke up with a smile on my face before 12.

I took a quick shower and dressed in a white and blue floral romper with my hair in a high ponytail. Now it was time to set up backgrounds for the shoot.

I had two stations downstairs where I took all my photos. I set the first one up very normal with a white background and a rustic black stool. The second one was set up with another white background but littered with black streamers and big *30* black and white speckled balloons strung at the top.

Once I was done with all that. It was nearing 1. I slipped the cake out of the fridge and slid it onto my island. I glanced up at the clock above my stove.

*12:49*

Since I just had a little bit of time, I went a put some simple makeup on. I usually don't wear makeup when taking pictures of people, but for obvious reasons, I was making an exception.

Just as I was leaving my bathroom I heard a knock at my door. I walked swiftly to my door and opened it shakily.

"Hi!" He held up the clothes that were hung lazily over his arm. He smiled that million dollar smile and I could have sworn he looked me up and down.

Wishful thinking I guess.

"Welcome!" I stepped out of the doorway, silently inviting him in. "If you wanna set your stuff down, those stairs to the right lead you down the the studio."

"Thanks." He scurried down the stairs as I grabbed the cake and followed him down. I set it on a table that I had down there, he peered over at it and immediately burst into fits of laughter.

"I knew you had a sense of humor, so why put something normal and boring on the cake." I laughed with him as he tried to catch his breath.

"This is so perfect." He laughed a little more. "Thank you, so much." I shrugged with a smile. I posed him in front of the streamers with the cake.

He made some silly faces and smiled like there was no tomorrow. Next I brought him to the more plain station, sitting him on the stool. I looked through the lenses of the camera and glared a bit.

"Hey can you put your left leg up on the second peg of the stool?" I asked, pointing to his leg.

"This one?" He put it on the third. I shook my head. "This one?" He moved it down the the fourth. He was smiling a sly smile, seemingly challenging me.

"Let me do it for you." I had to pose people often, but posing him was going to be a little harder for me, considering I found him painfully attractive.

I moved his leg up to the second one and patted it.

"Now leave it there, so I don't have to help you again." I giggled, walking back to my camera. Taking a picture of him leaning forward on the stool and smiling. I then made him laugh and got a good genuine one of him leaning back and laughing. After all that, I proposed that we eat some cake and took a break.

I cut him a slice and handed it to him with a smile.

"So, tell me about yourself." He said, eating a bite of his cake.

"Well, I have always enjoyed photography. I love all types of art, so I also draw and paint often. And I have a black cat upstairs. His name is-" and I stopped, blood rushing to my cheeks. He is most certainly going to ask me the name, and I do not want to tell him.

He stared at me expectantly. "What is his name?" He motioned me to go on.

"Uh," I laughed a little awkwardly, setting my hands in my lap and staring at them. "His name is Spencer. As in Spencer Reid..." I glanced up at him and saw a huge grin break out on his face.

"So you like Criminal Minds? I never would have guessed. You just don't seem the type."

"Well all my memorabilia is in my room, just so people don't think I'm weird for having quite a few framed and signed posters." I smiled up at him, pushing around the remaining cake crumbs on my plate.

"One, That's not weird, that's awesome. Two, can I please meet Spencer and take pictures with him in my kimono."

I don't think I have ever heard a better sentence in my entire life.

"Yes, absolutely! I'll go get him." I clunked up the stairs on my search to find Spencer. I went to his usual spot first, my bed. Luckily he was sitting there, licking his outstretched foot. "Hi baby! You are about to take pictures with the guy you are named after. He almost as cute as you!" I grabbed him from the bed an headed back downstairs. I walked in with the accidental impeccable timing to see Matthew in his barely tied kimono, showing off his chest. My eyes widened a bit and he tied it off fully.

"Is this the famous Spencer?! He is so cute!" He reached his arms out at Spencer. My little fluff ball curled up into him instantly, cuddling into his silky kimono.

We took many many pictures of Spencer and Matthew together. I think maybe my cat likes him more than he likes me now.

"Okay, last idea. How about we just take some more up close pictures of me feeding you some cake?" It came put as a question because I didn't know how comfortable he would be with it.

"Perfect!" I cut another slice of the cake and brought it over to him. We were both sitting on the floor.

"This might be a little awkward, okay?" I giggled as I leaned back to get his whole face in the shot. This proved to be very difficult as I was using my left hand to take the picture. I fed him the cake with the right as he looked at the camera with a more seductive look. I could have melted into the floor.

I decided to switch hands so I could take the photos better, but now my very uncoordinated hand was the one picking up the cake. As I went down to get another section of the cake for another angle of feeding this sculpture of a man, I instead dipped my thumb right into the deep black frosting.

"Shit, I'm so sorry hold on." As I went to stand up and grab a napkin to wipe my thumb off, Matthew grabbed my wrist lightly.

"Hold on, uh, I have an idea, before you do anything." I sat down with a confused look. "I saw someone do this in another shoot. But we totally don't have to do it. I just thought it would be a different idea." His words were more rushed than usual.

"I'm sure I've done weirder things for other shoots, don't worry. It's *your* shoot." I reassured him, though my head was swimming wondering what he was going to do.

"Ok. So. What I'm going to do is put your thumb in my mouth, and I'm basically gonna, uh, suck on it while kinda smiling?" He could barely get through the whole thing without laughing.

"Alright, weird request but I like it!" I giggled for what seemed like the 30th time today. "And to make you feel better, yes, I have done weirder."

"Thank God."

"So I am guessing you want me to do something like this with the rest of my hand, ya know, the part that's not in your mouth." I stated as I placed my hand on his cheek. He let a slow breath out, staring into my eyes.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Okay." I said with a shrug, grabbing my camera from the ground. He opened his mouth with an all too familiar wide grin as I placed my thumb in. His mouth closed around it and he smiled, just a little. I brought my camera to my face, capturing the moment that I would have forever in my mind and in a small frame on my bedroom wall, for sure.

I slipped my thumb from his mouth and watched as his face turned extremely red. To save him embarrassment, I immediately stood up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the rest of the frosting off.

"Can I see it?" He motioned to the camera. I nodded, sitting down right beside him, showing him the picture. It showed off a closer look at the rose tattoos I had near my wrists and the shiny watch that was gifted to me by my mom. "It turned out good! I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh no! Of course not. Total opposite." As soon as I said that I regretted it.

"So that made you extremely comfortable?" A sly smile was making it's way onto his face.

"That's, that's not- You know what? Sure, yes." I chuckled. "You don't really make me uncomfortable at all to be honest. So no, you didn't make me uncomfortable."

"Well I'm glad." He smiled and we sat in silence for a moment.

"Well I guess that's it yeah?" He nodded. "Well this was fun. Thanks for being an excellent subject to take pictures of."

He gathered his stuff as we went back upstairs. Once at the door, Spencer came up to him, rubbing on his leg. He bent over to pet him.

"So, I'm not sure if you are single or not." I could feel the blood draining from my face. Was this really happening right now? "But I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date?"

Yes, this was happening right now.

"Really?" I could tell I sounded extremely excited, but at this point, I didn't even care.

"Yeah, you are super laid back, funny, talented, and you aren't scared away by how weird I am." He laughed, "So yes?"

"I would absolutely love to."

"Great. I'll text you." He winked and waved as he closed the door, leaving.

My back went against the door. I couldn't keep in the squeal so I just embraced it and squealed my heart out, doing a little dance.

Which was quickly ended when I heard a knock at the door.

"I'm sorry, I want to get to know you better immediately." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Are you free for the rest of the day?" I was sure that my face was red as a tomato.

"Yes I am." He grabbed my hand, dragging me outside.

"Then let's go."

[appleteez]

Mine (2)

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: smut, some fluff, reader 8th member

Word count: 1744

A/N: This is the second part of “One Night In The Shower” so... If you haven’t read that one I would recommend reading that one first so you can kinda understand what’s going on :) 

So in case you forgot what happened in the “last episode”. I slept with Hoseok, we decided that yes we do have strong feelings for each other, and I decided that it would be best for me to leave the group. So here we go.

“You’re what?” My manager says a little dumbfounded thinking I was probably going through a weird face.

“I’m leaving Monsta X.” She starts to laugh almost histerically.

“Yeah, right no you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I can go like that all day don’t try me.” She squints her eyes and sighs.

“Why do you want to leave Monsta X THIS time..” Ok, so maybe I have an history of being a little dramatic, and wanted to leave the group over the smallest stages errors or little scandals. However, this was bigger. This would not just be a small scandal. This could destroy us. I mean some fans could be happy for us, but could I risk all the other fans that would freak out over the situation. I know our fandom is fucking amazing and super chill and wants the best for us but.. (Shout out to Monbebes.. mhh anyway.) This was too much for me at least.

“I did something bad, really bad.”

“Like what, you slept with one of the members or something.” She says laughing looking at some papers. No answer from me. She stops reading mid sentence without looking up. “Y/N.. answer me.” I stopped moving and was just staring at her desk with a nervous smile. “Y/N?” She finally looks up. “Oh my god ! You actually did !!!! Who !!?”

“Hoseok..” I barely whimper.

“Oh, at least it kinda makes sense.”

“What does that mean?”

“You guys are so obviously flirting together. So what’s the deal, you guys are dating and you’re sacrificing yourself for him by leaving the group, so it doesn’t go too public?”

“Something like that..”

“Look, I don’t know what their manager is going to say but you’re staying. Make it official and public, the haters will hate and others will be super excited for you guys. There’s nothing wrong in dating, you’re at this age, after that it’ll be too late. I mean look at me.”

“Oh come on.. you look amazing you can definitely still get it.”

“You’re too nice~” She laughs with me. “But seriously Y/N, don’t leave what you built with your members over a simple relationship that could be your whole future. You and Hoseok have a deep connection and that since day one. Don’t throw it away because of other people’s thoughts and opinions.”

“This industry needs more managers like you.”

“I know !” She says dramatically and sighs. “Anyway, I’ll talk to their manager first. You can join if you want, maybe Hoseok can come too after you talk to him, then we can meet all together?”

“Sounds like a plan I guess.” I say weakly.

“Come here my love !” She comes to me and takes me into a big hug. “You’re gonna be ok don’t worry, I’ll make sure of it.”

--- I open the door of my apartment my head in the clouds. I sniff the air and raise an eyebrow.

“Which one of you broke into my apartment once again? Hyunwoo, I told multiple times to stop stealing my food. There’s a little grocery sh—“ I stop mid sentence as I see Hoseok over a pot of ramen for two looking at me with huge eyes like a rabbit caught in a car’s beams. “You usually don’t break into my room..”

“Hey sorry, I thought maybe.. We could eat together? I saw you left early but you didn’t take anything to work on a song or practice so I figured you’d be back soonish.”

“Stalker much?” I laugh taking off my small jacket.

“What no?!”

“I’m kidding.” I laugh lightly at his very much offended expression. “What are you making.” I go over to him after finally taking off my shoes. I stand behind him on my tippy toes to look over his shoulder.

“Just simple ramen.”

“I love your ramen.” He finishes everything and puts everything on my small table. We eat with the TV on as back noises while we talk about some songs we’re working on together. Once we’re done, he puts everything away. “Hoseok, can we talk for a second?”

“I was afraid this would come up..” He laughs a bit nervously.

“Don’t worry.” I laugh and smile at him lovingly making his face soften looking a bit reassured.

“Good news?”

“I went to see my manager this morning.”

“Ok..” He sits next to me, putting his arm on the back of my chair, and I turn to him.

“I told her I wanted to leave Monsta X.”

“Y/N! No we—“

“Let’ me finish before panicking idiot.”

“Ok..”

“I explained to her the situation. She wants us to go public and she wants us to stay in the group. That’s… if you’ll have me as your official girlfriend of course.”

“YES ! I mean.. yes!! Yes I do! Are you kidding!” He takes me in his arms. I smile in the crook of his neck.

“But..” I leave his arms to look at him in the eyes taking his face in my hands. “She’s first gonna meet with your manager and possibly with us two, and then meet with the whole group.”

“They already know.”

“They what?” He freezes realizing what he had said in the moment of the excitement.

“They.. know.. I told them sorry.”

“Hoseok..” I sigh, and it was hard to hide a smile from him. He leans in and kisses me slowly. However, before I knew it, my back was laid on the table and he was kissing up my body while pushing my shirt up. “Hoseok wait.. not here.”

“Shh..” He looks up with a wicked smile. “I want to take you here and now.” He comes up and kisses my lips hungrily. “You’re gonna be mine, and I’ll be yours..” He says with a huge smile against my lips. “No more other idols coming to flirt with you during shows.” I smile thinking about the few slight jealousy crisis Hoseok had pulled off after a few awards flirts.

He doesn’t lose time in taking my shorts and panties off while I take my shirt off. His pants and shirt also come off right after. He then goes down on his knees, putting my legs on his shoulders. He starts kissing up my thigh slowly and giving slow long licks close to my heat but not quite there just yet. I whimper due to the extreme teasing, and I can feel myself getting wetter to the point of dripping down on my table.

“You’re making a mess Y/N, we eat there you know?” Like before, I can only whimper as an answer, and he takes it as the final straw. He licks up my heat ending on my aching bud. He sucks on it perfectly making me arch my back off the table.

“Fuck Hoseok..” I take a hold of his hair tightly, which only encouraged him into swirling his tongue harder around my clit. He builds me up slowly until I’m on the verge of coming, but he obviously stops as I am about to completely release. He stands up and looks down at me, being a complete mess already under his touch. He takes a tight hold of my waist and pulls me to him so he can align himself properly with me.

“Do you know just how hot you look right now?” He snickers a huge smirk on his face. I was still not used to seeing him like that. I always knew him as a cute, and slightly immature person, sulking over the smallest thing. Sure he was different on stage, but the real Hoseok is a real kid. This man in front of me was different. He leans in over me, and I start feeling pressure in between my legs. The same pressure I felt that one night in the shower. He starts kissing my neck, marking it his, and I finally feel him filling me up completely and perfectly, making us both whimper and groan at the feeling. “You feel fucking amazing.” He smiles in my neck and starts thrusting in and out of me at a rather intense pace. I close my eyes furrowing my eyebrows trying to control myself from coming too fast, but it is inevitable. After how he took care of me just before, I am already on the verge of coming.

“I’m about to come..” I whine out completely fucked out.

“Already? Please.. wait a bit for me.” He says in between breaths.

“I can’t.. Hoseok.” He doesn’t stop his action, but stands back up taking a good hold of my waist to pull me harder onto him.

“I said, wait for me a bit… Just a bit I promise baby” He looks at me through hooded eyes, and I suddenly feel his finger pinching my clit to stop me from coming. I almost scream at the pain mixed with the pleasure, and small beads of water form in my eyes. His hand on my waist almost bruising me and small beads of sweat forming on his torso. No matter what he could do, I was totally out of control. My stomach coils up and I feel my toes starting to curl. My legs automatically lock themselves around Hoseok’s waist and I come arching my back like never before, a series of moans somewhat spelling out Hoseok’s name like it was my job. He clenches his teeth, leaning directly over me due to the sudden stimulation making it impossible for him to contain himself. I feel him warm inside me making me sigh out of relief and pure bliss. I hear him groan in my neck until he was completely done then almost completely falls on me.

“Ho—Hoseok..” I say completely out of energy after probably the most intense orgasm I’ve had since I lost my V card. He pulls out of me very slowly, and I start feeling his release come out of me slowly, dripping down my thighs.

“You’re so mine.” He smile, now standing up looking over at me with probably the brightest smile I’ve seen on him.

“So are you.”

[tthankstoyou]

ANA HI I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU IN A LONG ASS TIME SO I’M GONNA TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAY

OKAY SO I wanted to go to a farmer’s market with my mom but I woke up late so I couldn’t so I stayed home and fixed my roomba my brother named Steve. Then I showered and got ready then I played some video games and THEN I went shopping with my parents and I got my first pair of jeans that aren’t jetting and they look amazing :0

THEN we went to Costco and I got cookies and a pair of pajamas and NOW I’m sitting at home waiting to get ramen with my brother >:)

How was your day? :) 💛

KIRA HI!!! i didn’t recognize you at first and was like “who is this person sending me an ask 🤨😵‍💫” but then i saw you just changed your url lol

awww i’m sorry you didn’t make it to the farmers market :( BUT i must know what video games you played. tell me all about it. also yay to the jeans!!! a good pair of jeans can do so much for not only your outfit, but also your confidence. and that’s making me want to go to costco. i miss their samples </3

it sounds like you had such a good day, i’m so happy for you 🥺

my day was super chill!! i took a few quizzes and got really good grades on them. i have one more quiz to take (that’s due tomorrow) but the professor hasn’t published it on canvas yet which is super frustrating.

i took a trip downtown to the record store and got ‘love for sale’ :D. i have no way to play it, so she’s just sitting on my desk looking pretty. i’ll probably keep my eye open for a record player at thrift stores or something

but other than that, i didn’t do much today except for study

[your-rose-highness]

Tell Me What Is Love (ch-5)

The breakfast was rather awkward. Hye Hee’s post- drunk brain was failing to comprehend the situation and Baekhyun only made small talk with Jane, very interested in her family whereabouts and her struggles of the past. Hye Hee scanned him the entire time, reading his every move. Baekhyun caught her eye a couple of times while he spoke to Jane, only to quickly look away, which made it look even more suspicious. 

“What was Baekhyun doing in my dingy apartment so early on a Monday morning?” she thought to herself.

The three of them did the dishes and chilled in the living area before Jane left to go for the shift. Baekhyun and hye hee stayed silent for a long time before Baekhyun asked, “why have you been drinking so much?”

“I’m a grown woman. I can drink when I want to.`` she sternly replied.

“That's not what I meant. And you know that.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I can’t come to visit..?”

Hye Hee sat quietly. Baekhyun began twitching beside her when she looked over at him.

“The sofa is uncomfortable….”, he whimpered.

“I’m sorry it doesn’t suit your royal ass.”

“Why did you drink?”

“... I can't switch things because you don't like them…”

“Hye Hee, stop avoiding the question... Why did you..?”

“... plus why are you here anyway? Go run back to Taeyeon.”

“Excuse me? You were the one who suggested that I pretend harder..`` Baekhyun said, his voice rising.

“Pretend? When the hell…?”

“You know what, I'm leaving. You don't need me.”

“Yeah, run away Baek. That's what you did in the past. Do it again!”

“What did you say?”, Baekhyun looked at her furiously.

Hye Hee left the kitchen and walked to her bedroom, avoiding any confrontation. But Baekhyun wasn't having it.

“I left? Me? You never even tried to come back. That's how much I meant to you huh?”

“Yeah, you’re right!!! You never meant anything.i was happy to have gotten rid of you... Baekhyun this is my room, get out.”

“No.”

She exhaled slowly and began pushing him. Baekhyun didn't budge.

“I’m not leaving. Your place is my place.”

“Why are you doing this?!!” she exploded, even though Baekhyun was smiling.

It was like they were back in school again. He reached out for her hand, his eyes full of concern when he knew his best friend was hiding something really bad, “What’s wrong? Will you tell me now that you’re done yelling?”

Baekhyun was taller than her now, something she still wasn't used to yet. Her shoulders relaxed and she fought the urge to hug him. He was there for her, but he was someone else’s. The thought only made her want to cry but she tried with all her might not to.

“I miss you…”, she barely managed to say, her voice cracking.

Within an instant, his arms wrapped around her, his palm supporting her head, as he rested it against his chest.

“ I do too. Why do you think I'm here? You may be strong enough to avoid seeing me, but you know I'm not.”

He made her tea later, while both chatted about a job possibility in his company.

“Won't that be troublesome?”, She questioned.

“No… not really…” he trailed off, “at least better than someone we don't know. Teacher Sooman is more scared of sasaengs in the disguise of staff than anything else.”

“That's a good point.”

“Anyways, you have my recommendation. So there's a big chance you'll grab the job plus, your resume is a bonus.”, He stated, proud.

“It’s almost past 9 pm, don't you have to go home?”

“Well, I should… but Taeyeon and Sarang both are not home. So …. I'm free for dinner with you…”

“I didn't say I wanted to have dinner with you though,'' Hye hee responded cheekily.

Hye hee offered to make dinner this time, with Baekhyun as her assistant. They were discussing the amount of milk to add in their pasta sauce when he received a call. His expressions gave grim instantly, and he walked out to the balcony. Hye hee didn't want to trespass but she found herself a little too alert, trying to catch some words.

“..... really?... okay… yeah, you know… with the guys…. Don't wait up. Hmm.. okay.”

Hye hee wondered who it was on the other side. Taeyeon maybe? Baekhyun hung up and leaned against the wall for a few minutes before he left a deep sigh. 

Hye Hee quickly made her way back to the kitchen and innocently asked, “Who was that?”

“Taeyeon.”

Bingo.

“Oh? I thought you said she was not gonna be back till a few days?”

“Yeah, she decided to come back sooner I suppose. Anyway, let's have dinner and I’ll have to leave..”

“Yeah, sure.”

His one sentence had summarised their position in each other's lives. No matter how much they wished to spend time with each other, no matter how much they meant, Baekhyun was somebody's husband and his priority was never going to be Hye Hee. 

They quietly finished dinner and Baekhyun offered to wash the dishes with her, but by this point, Hye Hee didn't want to keep him away from his real family any longer.

After a few days, while Hye hee was shopping for some groceries, Baekhyun called her.

“Hello?”, She took his call, while also trying to put the pack of perilla leaves in her cart.

“Hye hee, do you have time tomorrow?”, his voice sounded urgent.

“Umm. For what??”

“The opening for staff at SM I told you about? I heard a few staff members discuss that it was the last day. What say? You want me to put you in?”

Hye Hee had a hard time saying yes, but a girl's gotta eat right?

“Yeah, okay. Fine. I'll come tomorrow for the interview.”

“Great! Alright, I'll text you the time okay? Okay, gotta go now, bye babe.” He hung up, excited like a puppy.

A faint smile played on Hye Hee's lips. 

"What?!", Jane exclaimed over the phone, making Hye Hee move her phone away from her ear. She had called her on the way to her interview the next day.

Reposing herself, Hye Hee continued, "So as I was saying, I have no confirmation about the job! can you calm down?"

"No! No! Okay, do this, once you get in, can you get a spot for me too?"

"Okay, we're going in circles! Look, I'll call you after my interview, my stop is here."

Hye Hee got off in a hurry, only 10 minutes before her expected time. 

She found the SM building with ease, no one could miss the tall building with a swarm of fans standing out in the hope of seeing their favorite celebrities. Hye Hee was guided to the staff entrance, on showing her interview mail on her phone.

The office was a beauty. The interiors were largely based on pastel shades and the minimal decoration gave it a very chic appearance. 

I could be working here... It's so pretty...

Snapping out of her daydream, a staff scurried over to her, leading her to the exceptionally large waiting area. She and 20 others sat nervously, waiting their turn through the huge glass doors.

After which seemed like an eternity, Hye Hee was finally called in. Taking a deep breath in, she opened the door to an exceptionally large room. Her legs wobbled a little as she took small but decent steps towards the large desk that had some of their artists and also Baekhyun’s manager. Just like her, he seemed taken aback by her presence but quickly reposed himself. Hye hee took the seat in front of the panel after she greeted them all.

She quickly recognized the handsome Yunho at the left of the table and couldn't help being starstruck by his beauty. 

“So, Song Hye Hee…”, boomed one of the member’s voices and also snapped her back to reality.

“You’ve quite an impressive resume and also an experience. I hope you know that the current job openings do not call for such expertise. Though we could use you for the international language department occasionally…”, he said, glancing at the other stern panelists with doubt.

“Oh yes, I know that the job doesn't entail or call for my previous work experience. I was looking to enhance my resume when I applied for this job..”

“Have you had any managerial responsibilities at the last post?”, suddenly enquired Yunho, looking straight into her eyes that could make even the non-guilty shiver.

Swinging between forming her sentences to answer and not being able to directly meet eyes with Yunho, “ Yes, I was head of the entertainment reporters team for a year…”

“Well… that’s not the kind of skills we’re looking for…”, mumbled the man on the far left, shuffling through the papers in front of him.

“Yes, sir. I have never said that I can't learn the work. My reporting job wasn't exactly my forte. But I learned the skills required for the job quickly after my supervisor helped me. I am more than sure that the responsibilities you bestow upon me will be dealt with to the end and with the utmost professionalism.” hye hee insisted. 

Hye hee’s demeanor vibrated through the room as the panelists thought over what she said. It was rare even for them to have an interviewee be that direct and to the point. The employees at the company were especially strict with their new recruitments due to past such incidents when they had toxic fans pose as recruits.

Yunho seemed to be quietly talking to Baekhyun’s manager, occasionally glancing at her direction. Hye Hee couldn't be sure if it was accidental with the questions being showered on her from either end. 

Boarding the bus closest to the company after filling a few more details, she headed to meet Jane for lunch at the closest ramen restaurant. Once again, thoughts clouded her mind and she found herself weighing the consequences if somehow they dug out her history with Baekhyun. Soon her phone lit up from a number she didn't recognize. She quickly dived to pick it up, expecting the company.

“Hello?”

“Song Hye Hee-ssi?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“I’m Jung Mu, Baekhyun’s manager. I was wondering if we could meet later today? I have some things to discuss with you.”

Hye Hee’s heart raced from the moment she heard him say his name. Baekhyun had mentioned his manager hyung's a million times before and continues to do so. Jung Mu had been a very quiet encouragement for him since the day he was assigned to manage EXO. he had helped him from many sticky situations and quite so even when he was out on dates with her. 

“Umm sure. There’s this tiny cafe on the 17th..”, she told him but was only cut short.

“Yes, I’m aware of it.”, Jung Mu quickly responded. “I’ve dropped him close to the cafe a million times.”

Hye hee an irritation in his voice that was hard to brush off. 

It reminded her of the rare occasions when baekhyun would get mad at her for nothing in particular. The sour memories clouded her, cueing the tears instantly. As she hung up, she contemplated if her working at SM would be the right choice after all. She was denying to herself that this step was taken to stay close to baekhyun and be able to see him every day, lying to herself that it was a big field break into the entertainment agency. 

But, the truth was, this would only further the distance more. Materialize it. The celebrity, married to an equally popular singer, and she, a struggling writer. Nothing but a layman. 

She hurried over to Minseok’s cafe soon, informing him about everything that had happened. He, being the good friend that he was, agreed in no time, however, did think that working at SM could cause trouble. Not just for her, but baekhyun as well.

“Why do I need to close the cafe for a staff?”

“Fans stalk the manager too, Oppa. I’m sorry. But this is the only safe space I know of.”

He let out a sigh and shook his head in disbelief. He soon handed her the pomegranate tea, her favorite for times when stressed. Minseok was usually very mindful of the people around him. The kind gesture made hye hee smile, he smiled at her and softly tapping her shoulder giving her courage to face what lay ahead.

She watched him walk into the low lit cafe soon, accompanied by someone she hadn't anticipated. The two dark figures approached her as they spotted the only person seated. 

“Song Hye Hee?”, asked Jung Mu extending his hand towards her. But Hye Hee’s eyes only followed the other tall man behind him. 

Suho.

 She couldn't think of him as an old friend at that moment. His expression was too grave to be addressed as the man who would smile so gently at her whenever they met.

When hye hee didn't respond at his words, Jung Mu just drew the chair opposite to her. Suho slid into the chair next to him, without meeting eyes with her the whole time. Hye hee silently tried to read into the situation, partially terrified. Minseok appeared minutes later to ask if anyone needed anything. Suho took one glance at him and said, “Lemonade, no sugar.”

“Can we trust him?”, Jung Mu whispered to hye hee after he left, briefly meeting eyes with hye hee, concerned.

“Minseok is a very close trusted friend of mine. You’re safe here.”

Minseok quickly hurried over with the drinks and left them to talk alone, shutting the small staff door. The room where she had met Baekhyun after all those years.

Sipping from his drink, after which his face scrunched in sourness, he quickly reposed himself.

“Hye Hee why were you at the agency today?”, his clear voice boomed in quiet space.

“Baekhyun said I could apply…”

He smirked with disbelief as she spoke, turning to face Hye hee, his eyes pierced into hers.

“Are you kidding me, Hye hee? After all, this while, don't you know? If someone ever finds out about the two of you, it won't just destroy him and you. It’ll take all of us down.”

He paused for a minute before whipping out his phone, showing her a twitter update.

Hye Hee picked up the phone bewildered.

“He’s already been spotted.”, Suho hissed. “You are VERY lucky that even though they are suspicious, the angle makes it hard to be sure. Isn't this your apartment, Hye Hee? Baekhyun refuses to handle this maturely, but Hye Hee, you? I expected better out of you. I cannot allow this. I’m sorry. I need you to minimize your contact with Baekhyun, and eventually, fade him out.”

He was right. What was she thinking? She was low key yearning for Baekhyun, expecting miracles where he would abandon his family for her. He wouldn't ever. Everything that he had built over the years was at stake and so was the entire group. 

“Fine.”, she whispered, a voice soft yet unshaken.

“Fine?” wondered Jung mu.

“I will fade away from his life, his memory. But I will need your help.”, said she, with eyes dark and resolute.

[whosmorales]

Heya are requests open? I really want to ask a spider noir x reader. The reader loves showing noir all kinds of colourful things, mostly painted scenery she made herself. One day he finds a sketch of him asleep, when he tells the reader she becomes flustered and everything cute and fluffy please. Thank you so much!

A/N: Omg that’s so cute aaaah I’m melting 🥺💖 I know I haven’t posted in forever but this is so cute and I have a ton of ideas I’m working on rn :) !!

Work of Art - Spider Noir x Reader

Warnings: swearing, oblivious reader

“Shit” you muttered as rain started to come down. You and Noir had been walking home from a mission and as if the bruises and cuts all over you weren’t enough, it just had to start pouring rain.

“Language y/n.” Noir said monotonously.

“Sorry, sorry.” You said in your most sincere and sweet voice, before grinning cheekily under your mask and standing on your tiptoes so your faces almost touched. “I meant to say Fuck.”

Noir shoved you playfully, and even though you couldn’t tell, he smiled fondly at you laughing at your own joke. “Come on, we gotta get to Aunt May’s place. Peter B is probably worried sick right now.”

“First of all, you know Peter B is definitely not worried sick. He’s probably off on a date with MJ in his dimension or something. And second of all, let’s just spend the night at my flat or something. It’s closer, and it’s already getting dark.” You said matter of factly, giving him a light push on the shoulder.

“Fine.” He muttered over dramatically.

Besides, the Aunt May of your dimension would always make jokes about how you and Noir were head over heels for each other. But it didn’t matter, ‘cause those jokes were just stupid. Right?

You guys walked in comfortable silence until you arrived at your flat a few minutes later. You opened the door and felt a little bit of embarrassment wash over you when you saw how messy it was. Pencils and paint bottles sprinkled the floor, half finished paintings covered your desk, and your sketchbook rested on your bed. You groaned in embarrassment and walked in and attempted to clean up at least a little.

Noir picked up a bottle of paint and tilted his head in confusion. “This is....green?” He guessed.

“Nope.” You replied as you grabbed your colored pencils and shoved them into your pencil case.

“Purple?”

“No.” You stifled a laugh at his absolute confusion over the paint.

“Blue!” He said with so much confidence that he sounded like one of the characters on scooby doo figuring out who the bad guy is.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Look, if I tell you what color it is, will you chill out?” You smiled.

“Sure.” he said with full sincerity.

“It’s orange. Thought you’d figure it out since you’re a detective and all.” You stated boredly.

“Very funny.” He said sarcastically, pulling off his mask. Because of the rain, his hair fell in its natural state, with messy waves falling over his forehead. He caught you staring and instinctively pushed his hair off his face, running his hand through his hair.

You mirrored his actions and took your mask off, wincing when it made contacts with the cuts on your face. Noir’s eyes went wide at the sight of you without a mask on.

“What?” You blushed as he scanned your face with worry.

“Your face is covered in cuts, y/n.” He stepped closer to you, lifting his hand to touch your face.

Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment when his eyes met yours, with his calloused hand grazing your cheek and your faces only inches apart.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, his voice was soft, almost in a whisper. You took in a shaky breath and shook your head no. He nodded curtly and removed his hand from your cheek and the tension in your body faded, tension you hadn’t even realized was there.

Noir, on the other hand, had walked over to your desk to admire your paintings.

“Did you make this, y/n?” He asked, looking between you and a painting of a sunset sky, eyes full of admiration behind his thick glasses. You nodded, a slight blush growing on your cheeks. He smiled softly and looked to the painting. “It’s beautiful.”

You blushed harder. “Thank you.” Your voice was slightly shaky. He turned back to make eye contact with you and you guys stayed like that for a second. He smiled at you with softened features and pushed his glasses up before turning away.

You broke the silence. “Um, I was gonna make some food, so if you wanna get cleaned up while I do then you can.”

He nodded and you grabbed a towel and passed it to him, pointing him to the bathroom. He walked out and you buried your face in your hands. Why did he have to make you so flustered? It’s not like you like him or anything.

You grabbed two packs of instant ramen and put them in the microwave, even though it was already almost 10:00. Now left alone with your thoughts, all you could seem to think about was Noir, the way his hand rested on your cheek, wondering if he does that when he kisses. God, you have to snap out of this!

You stirred the ramen and heard the bathroom door open and close. You looked up to see Noir, in just the white tee shirt and boxers he’d been wearing under his suit and you absolutely totally 100% did NOT stare when he put on his glasses and ran a hand through his soaking wet curls of hair.

You handed him his ramen and grabbed yours, sitting on your bed to eat. Noir slowly sat down next to you, as to not spill his ramen.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Noir asked, his tone hushed. He rested his hand on yours, causing you to tense up. “You’ve been awfully quiet doll.”

You nodded, still not turning to face him. “Yep. Just a little tired.” You ate as quickly as possible.

You guys ate in silence and you sat up as soon as you were done. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” You said, finally turning to face him, forcing a smile, but the smile became genuine when he smiled back and nodded.

You turned on the shower, letting the water rush down your body, cringing whenever it came in contact with a cut. You closed your eyes and hummed it yourself as you washed your hair.

As soon as you were done, you changed into a black tank top and a comfy pair of sweatpants. You peeked your head out the door of the bathroom to see Noir at your desk.

“What ya doin there Peter?” Your voice was sweet and gentle, as to not scare him. He turned around and grinned widely.

“Painting. I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed a canvas for it.” He said, showing you a painting of a sunset he’d done. It was similar to yours, except instead of being in shades of pink and orange, he’d used greens and purples.

You smiled widely at his painting, and then him. “I love it.”

His smile got even wider, if possible, before it was interrupted by him yawning. “I hope you don’t mind doll, but I think I should get to bed, it’s been a long day.”

You nodded gesture to your bed to signal he could sleep there. “I’ll join you in a bit, I just have to clean up.” You said, and by the time you’d finished your sentence, he was already passed out.

You cleaned up the paint spilled across your desk and grabbed your sketchbook from next to Noir. Your eyes flicked between him and your sketchbook and you had an idea. You sketched him, including every freckle, every stray curl of hair, every scruffy bit of stubble. You’d been drawing so long that you’d lost track of time and by the time you checked the clock, it was 12:30 in the morning.

You yawned to yourself, setting down your sketchbook and plopping down next to Noir, who sighed in content when he spider sensed you next to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

Your spider sense woke you up that morning to see Noir, reaching for your sketchbook. In one swift movement, you jumped up and attempted to grab the sketchbook, before he caught your hand in his.

“Give it back you fucking asshole.” You muttered, hoping you sounded intimidating, though your voice shook with worry.

“It’s just a book, isn’t it?” He asked, his curiosity now growing from your arguing against it. Noir grabbed it with both his hands and gently pushed you away as he flipped through the pages.

His face softened as he saw the drawing of him. You’d made him look so beautiful, so peaceful. You attempted to grab it back from him, now jumping up to grab it. You finally decided on shooting a web at it and got it, but Noir only grabbed it back so the two of you were now connected by the sketchbook.

His gaze on yours was soft, not angry like you worried it would be. You contemplated just letting go and letting him have it. You’re staring at each other, and his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips.

He frees his hands from the sketchbook, and cups your cheek in one hand, just like he had when checking on your cuts yesterday. The other hand rests on your waist, which he uses to hold you so your bodies practically pressed together. He gently pulled you closer so your faces were only a few inches apart. You freeze and he presses his lips against yours. You kiss back almost immediately, and the sketchbook falls to your feet as you free it to let your hands run through his hair.

You guys pulled apart for a moment to rest your foreheads against each other, your breaths short and your faces smiling.

“You’re a work of art y/n.”

[themelancholicmedstudent]

Jan. 1st, 2021

100 Days of Productivity Challenge Day 27/100

Good morning! I tried doing my first weekly spread today and there were a lot of hiccups. My boxes aren’t aligned well and my handwriting is a bit wonky. I’ll have to remember to use a ruler next time and maybe a pencil.

I’m gonna pause this challenge, since I’ll be having surgery soon. There’s a few bujo posts scheduled to go up at that time that I’m excited to share. I’ll probably stick to bujo posts until the 2nd semester kicks off on the 17th. By then I should have had enough time to (hopefully) recover and can start posting academic stuff again. Winter break is pretty much going to be me chilling and catching up on things I enjoy that I couldn’t do too much during the semester. I might post some info on what I’ll be taking the next semester but that’ll be near the end of the winter break.

My cats were really on edge today for some reason and have been going at each other non-stop. Nothing’s changed recently, so I have no idea what’s got them riled up like this. They usually get along pretty well with the occasional spat here and there.

I wanted to try out that game that everyone’s been talking about, ‘Genshin Impact’, but it took forever to download on my laptop...T-T. I was really excited to explore all afternoon and evening but guess I’ll have to wait an hour or two for the game to download. I could probably get it on my phone quicker but I don’t really like gaming on my phone all that much. Since it was gonna take a while, I took a shower to pass the time. I already shower before bed but having a second or third shower during the day can be pretty soothing.

The game finally downloaded! It was pretty fun. The controls are a bit weird using a controller but nothing too bad. I think I just need to tweak the controller sensitivity a bit. I played about 2 hours which was about enough time to get a the hang of things. Next time I play it’ll probably be an hour max. With these types of games I like to go one region or big quest at a time.

For dinner I decided to try and make some ‘fancy’ ramen out of a pack of instant ramen. I topped it with a runny boiled egg, spinach, a breaded chicken cutlet, broccoli, cherry tomatoes, green onion and sriracha. It was delicious! It didn’t even take that much effort to make. The chicken and broccoli were baked together, the noodles, eggs, spinach and egg were boiled together (I used a strainer to keep them separate) and everything else just needed to be cut up or was ready to use like the sriracha. All I had to wash in the end was a small pot, a cutting board, a knife and a sheet pan. I’d expected something like this to take a lot more effort but luckily it’s easy to make and has so many yummy veggies! My face is gonna swell like crazy from the sodium though (even with only using half the seasoning packet).

To finish off my day, I caught up on ‘Bob’s Burgers’. I hadn’t seen the 11th season yet so I got through that. I did the rest of my IPL treatment while watching the episodes.

My goal for the day was to do a weekly spread in my bujo, disinfect the cat litter box and finish up yesterday’s IPL.

Here's a quick rundown of my day.

Woke up at 9:30 AM

Made my sibling breakfast

Disinfected the litter box

Wiped down my desk

Worked on my bujo

Cleaned up my desk

Showered

Played some ‘Genshin Impact’

Made dinner

Continued yesterday’s IPL, caught up on ‘Bob’s Burgers’ episodes

Washed a load of laundry

Put away laundry

[love-dreams]

together thick and thin

jimin/reader | college!au | genre: angst, fluff

synopsis: Jimin doesn’t know how his idiot friend could have dated you when he can’t even get you to notice him.

contents: friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, break ups, mild swearing

note: THANKS FOR 100 NOTES!!!! here’s my first fic in celebration, jesus i respect all fic writers so much more now, it’s so hard to finish a fic...

wc: 2.5k

song rec: hellevator by stray kids, shoot me by day6

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You sighed when another one of your roommates handed you her pile of laundry to fold, an apologetic smile on her face. You didn’t mean to get drunk, all you had wanted was to relax and get to know some people...

But obviously your dumb butt couldn’t stay away from the drinks, you cursed at yourself. 

Huffing angrily, you dump all the laundry out from the basket onto the floor of your room.

“Hey, you good?” a voice called from the doorway.

Looking up, you see Jimin leaning on the doorframe, a sucker in his mouth, a worried expression on his face. You force a smile at him and pull your hair up into a ponytail. 

“Here, I’ll help.”

Before you can make out a reply, Jimin’s already walking closer to where you were sitting on the floor of your room. 

“You look pretty miserable, [Y/N],” he said while squatting down next to you. “You know, if you don’t want to go to the parties you don’t have to.”

“I want to go!” you swatted him aside with a pout on your face and started to fold the first piece of laundry. “I’m doing fine, I promise. Don’t worry about me. Although I may not want to drink another sip of beer after this.”

Jimin chuckled and grabbed the first shirt he could see to neatly fold it on his lap.

“I’m kinda worried about you,” he whispered underneath his breath. “I don’t like to see you drunk, and heck, I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but hang in there, okay?”

You ignore his words for a while before sighing and continuing to fold the laundry. 

“I know, Jimin. I’m trying to move on. It’s just...I just feel like I’m never gonna find someone right for me, Chim.”

In response to your comment, Jimin could only smile sadly. 

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“Hey, aren’t you Jungkook’s ex?” 

You froze in fear before scrambling to pick up your things even faster, throwing your notebooks into your backpack, scrambling to rise to your feet.

“Whoa, chill.”

You looked down at your feet before replying meekly, “I think you’ve got the wrong person,” and then trying to squeeze past him out of the classroom. Suddenly, you felt something pull you back to that mysterious person. 

Looking back at him, you tugged at your arm frantically, trying to make him loosen his grip. Seeing your panic, Jimin released your arm immediately, apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to startle you or anything. I was just curious since…”

Before he could continue, you were already out the door.

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It was after another party that Jimin decided that it was enough. He couldn’t stand the sight of you drinking your sorrows away and becoming a mess afterward. 

“Jimin…” you moaned out as he tried to get you to sit in the cab. You threw his hands off of you and defiantly stared into his eyes before breaking out into a drunken smile. “Why you...so serious…? I wanna go back and paaaarty!”

Jimin sighed, “C’mon [Y/N],” before opening the door and motioning you to get in. You pouted at him but still got into the car by yourself. He let you lay on his lap to sleep for awhile before taking out his phone to text the others. 

As he was texting, he heard some murmurs come out of your mouth and gently leaned closer to listen.

“Kookie….why you leave me?” 

Hearing you talk about your ex made Jimin’s blood boil, but as your best friend all Jimin could do in response is sigh and shush you.

“I’m not Jungkook, [Y/N]. Remember? I’m Jimin-”

Jimin froze in shock when you threw your arms around him, drunkenly whispering into his body, “I miss you sooooo much, Kookie…Why...”

And that was when Jimin’s heart dropped. It wasn’t the fact that you still missed your ex that made him heartbroken. It was the fact that Jimin was never going to be enough.

It was during that car drive, that Jimin experienced the pain of unrequited love. 

You woke up with one hell of a hangover just as Jimin had predicted. Your head was pounding, and you stank of sweat and alcohol. Groaning, you stumbled into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, taking a shower to wash off the smell of sweat. When you came downstairs, there was a bowl of ramen and a note saying, “Eat this to feel better. -Jimin”. You smiled at Jimin’s cute handwritten note and sat down to enjoy your breakfast. Pulling out your phone, you quickly texted Jimin a message.

> thx for taking care of me! 💜💜 

Within a few seconds, a ding was heard from your phone, and you quickly picked it up to read Jimin’s response.

< no prob.

Frowning at Jimin’s cold reply, you felt just a little guilty for getting drunk at a party again, but you shrugged it off. Jimin should be used to you being hungover anyway. 

It was just your way of grieving. 

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“You know...Jungkook isn’t that great.”

You ignored Jimin’s comment and continued typing on your computer.

“Hey!”

Jimin shut your laptop to reveal his grinning face. 

“[Y/N]...give me attention,” he pouted.

You rolled your eyes at Jimin, before opening your laptop again and trying to focus on writing your essay. “Go to someone else, Jimin. I’m trying to work here.”

Jimin pouts one more time at you before giving up and turning back to face the front of the auditorium. Suddenly, you heard a pencil being slammed down on the desk, causing you to look up in surprise. 

Jimin grinned at you and placed down the folded piece of paper daintily before skipping out of the auditorium to meet his friend. 

Shaking your head in annoyance, you pick up the note anyway and read it.

“Jungkook isn’t that great if he couldn’t see how cute you are 💜 -Jimin”.

After finishing, you couldn’t help but notice your mood change. Smiling, you slipped the note into your coat pocket, and continued back to your work.

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It’s been two weeks since that party and Jimin has decided that it’s best if he keeps his distance.

For the sake of your friendship with him. 

But it’s so hard not to text you every so often to make sure you’re okay, or to meet up after classes, and he’s sure that you’ve noticed that he’s been avoiding you. Jimin admits that he’s a coward. He knows he doesn’t have the courage to confess his feelings because he’s scared. But Jimin also knows that your breakup has negatively impacted you and he doesn’t want to push things too fast. At the end of the day, Jimin acknowledges his duty as a friend first. 

All he ever wanted was for you to be happy.

Ruffling his hair, Jimin shakes out thoughts of you and tries to concentrate on his homework, but his concentration doesn’t last long when he hears his phone ringing.

Jimin already knows the caller ID is you, but still hesitates to pick up.

“Hey, Jimin!” 

Jimin cringed when he heard your chirpy voice out of the phone. Calming his racing heart, he replied monotonically, “What’s up?”

“Um...Well we haven’t met up for awhile and there’s a new movie out! Wanna see it together?”

Jimin’s heart pounded uncontrollably as blood rushed through his head. “I-I...I don’t think I can go, sorry [Y/N].”

What you said after that was blurry to him, but when you hung up, all Jimin could do is sigh in relief. He slumped down in his chair and ruffled his hair in frustration again as he picked up his pen and started doing his homework.

Jimin just couldn’t get you out of his head.

Over the next few days, Jimin flooded himself with to-do lists, busying himself to the point of exhaustion. Anything to get his mind off of you. He spent hours in the school practice room by himself to perfect choreography and missed meals lots of times. It got to the point that even you had noticed even when Jimin was ignoring you. 

You reached out to Jimin multiple times only to be turned down over and over again. You were almost at your breaking point with Jimin before you received a text. 

< Can we meet up?

< i need to talk to you abt smthing

Confused and worried, you quickly texted back:

> chim, you okay?

> sure when and where?

You waited for a while for his response, pacing back and forth in your small apartment. 

< yeah i’m fine.

< on the rooftop your place. tomorrow 9

Sighing in relief, you agreed.

> okay!

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Jimin doesn’t know what he was thinking when he sent you that text. What did he even want to talk about? Maybe he just wanted to see you.

“Urgh, Tae, what do I do?”

“Just tell her you liker her, man. Ain’t that hard,” Taehyung replied from his seat on the couch, not even looking up from his phone. 

Kicking the couch in frustration, Jimin bursted out, “Hey, pay attention! I’m actually being serious!”

Looking up, Taehyung looked surprised at his friend’s sudden outburst. Suddenly, Jimin felt bad for taking out his anger on Taehyung, and quickly apologized.

“I’m sorry Tae. It’s just... things have been a mess recently.”

Lately it felt like all of Jimin’s emotions have been on edge and now, they were finally bubbling over. 

Taehyung nodded understandingly, putting down his phone for good measure. “I get it. But I still think that you should talk to her. You’re not being fair by keeping her in the dark, y’know?” 

Jimin sighed, knowing that Taehyung was right. “Yeah, I know. We’re gonna meet up tomorrow.” 

Taehyung smiled, showing his boxy smile and clapped his friend on the back, “You got this, man!” 

That night, Jimin lied awake in bed, pondering about all the possibilities that could go wrong. Worst case scenario? You hate him forever and stop being his friend. Best case scenario? You like him back. 

Jimin already ruled out that best case scenario. You had long shown him that you weren’t interested in any romantic love with Jimin. That best case scenario was more imaginary than a scenario.

Although it’s already been half a year since Jungkook broke up with you, Jimin knew that you were still devastated and he just couldn’t put his own interests above yours. It just wasn’t fair to you.

By morning, Jimin had made up his mind. 

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“Oh my gosh, guys, what am I going to do?” you sobbed on the living room couch.

You were currently freaking out in the living room with all of your roommates surrounding you. Why? Because you were scared that Jimin hates you now. 

“Just hear him out, [Y/N]. You’ve been friends for like half a year now, what’s the worst that could happen?” said Rosé, from her spot on the carpet.

I pushed him away.

“I think Jimin’s proved himself trustworthy, don’t you think?” continued Nayeon. 

I forced all my grief onto him.

“If he turns out to be an asshole, I’ll kick his ass, don’t worry about it,” assured one of your roommates. 

I’m responsible. 

After all your roommates had their turn talking to you and left for the night, you sat on the carpet of your bedroom, feeling still a little stressed. 

Hearing the door creak open, you lifted your head to show red eyes and tissues surrounding you. Irene was standing at the doorway this time, with a worried expression on her face.

It reminded you of how Jimin had looked a few weeks ago.

“[Y/N], are you feeling alright?” asked Irene kindly, not wanting to disturb you.

You shook your head, took a tissue, and blew into it hard.

Sighing, Irene walked over to where you were sitting, threw all the tissues into the trash bag she was carrying, and plopped down right by you. 

“I think...that you’re thinking about it too much. I know that you’re worried, but think about it like this. You guys have been together thick and thin. Don’t let something as trivial as this get in between the two of you.”

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink away your tears. “I just...feel like I pushed another person away. Just like Jungkook.”

Irene nodded understandingly, “I get what you’re feeling, but Jimin’s shown you unconditional support ever since Jungkook broke up with you. The two of you are practically best friends! Do you really think that Jimin would leave you like Jungkook?”

Slowly, you started to agree with Irene. Jimin wasn’t like Jungkook. Jimin had been there when you had needed it most. 

Confidently, you turned around and told Irene, “Yeah, you’re right! Jimin’s still my friend and tomorrow, I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind for ignoring me!”

Your roommates cheered outside. 

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Sunday came and the two of you were both stressed out to meet. 

Irene’s right, you thought. I shouldn’t be afraid. 

While Jimin was pacing back and forth in his dorm, you and your roommates were dressing up, making sure to look as good as possible. Finally, when the clock struck 9:00, you started heading out of your apartment, to the highest floor possible.

Shivering while pushing open the door, a gust of chilly wind blew in, causing you to pull your cardigan tighter around you. 

Looking around, you saw Jimin standing at the edge of the rooftop, gazing out to see the city skyline with the beautiful setting sun. Jimin turned around, the sight of his face made you want to run over and hug him with relief. It’s been two long weeks without your best friend and you wanted him back. You missed him.

Walking over to him, you stood by him and remarked, “It’s cold tonight.”

Jimin smiled sheepishly, ruffling his hair in embarrassment, “Sorry about that. I didn’t check the weather.”

The two of you leaned against the railing, admiring the landscape.

Breaking the silence, Jimin turned to you, “I-I want to apologize.”

You looked at him in surprise and quickly responded, “What are you apologizing for? You wanted the best for me and I was stubborn. You’re right. I need to move on.”

Jimin sighed and refused to look at you, “I...shouldn’t have forced my thinking onto you. I was being selfish and self-centered….I’m really sorry [Y/N].” 

Irene really was right. Jungkook would never have apologized. Maybe...it’s time to move on. 

Cupping Jimin’s face softly, you brought his gaze up to look at you. You saw his red, puffy eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. His nose was red and his cheeks were too. 

Jimin had supported you and loved you all this time. Now it was time for you to return the love.

Bringing your face close, you kissed him.

[almostkoo]

Taehyung on the Cliff (01)

pairing: taehyung x reader (platonic), jungkook x reader (platonic)

summary: series! ponyo!au, ponyo!taehyung, basically the story of ponyo! reader finds taehyung and becomes friends with him, while taehyung figures out his next move on land ( slice of life, slight humor)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mild language (unedited)

The cool early morning breeze came over you in a chill. You hugged yourself tighter, arms covered in a thick, corded blue sweater. Midterms were finally over and walking along the side of the shoreline had become your second home. You found yourself resting on top of your favorite rock that you lovingly named Fred. Fred, had kept you company many of nights when you found yourself often breakdown from your courses.

You rubbed your hand against the top of the rock. Taking in the sunrise, you let out a sigh.

“Well Fred, I’d say we’re about done here. Midterms are all wrapped up. I have nothing but time on my hands. Feels like I can finally catch my breath.” you smiled. You wondered if you should call up some friends to celebrate. You pulled out your old cracked phone, scrolling through the contacts until you settled on one. You hit the call button and waited for the rings. Hopefully your friend would be awake.

“Jungkook? Did I wake you up?” you hesitated slightly.

Your friend let out a soft chuckle. “Surprisingly no. I’ve been up all night kicking ass playing Overwatch.” you scoffed at Jungkook. The boy found out Overwatch existed and hadn’t gone a day without playing. The only time you saw him if it was your study group for English Comp. You could picture Jungkook sitting there on his beanbag, pitch black room probably a couple of stray cups of ramen on the side of him. You were surprised you didn’t walk past his room and it smelled.

“Please tell me you have your Visine drops by you.” you groaned.

“ Yes Mom I have my eye drops. I’ve been taking breaks. Albeit five minute breaks if that. It still counts for something. What did you need me for? It’s like five am. Are you in trouble?” he asked.

“No I was just gonna ask if you had plans this evening. Midterms are over. We have at least two weeks before everything goes back to shit might as well live in the moment and enjoy it. I’m trying to celebrate.”

“What do you mean: celebrate? I am celebrating. I’m doing a Overwatch marathon. It’s what I deserve for all of my hard work thus far.” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

“You know what I meant, Jungkook. Like a party or something like that.”

“Are you inviting Jimin?”

“If I invite Jimin will you take a break from Overwatch to celebrate with us? Or are you still going to stay holed up in your room the whole time?”

“No I’ll come out. No worries. But there better be food too.”

“You can’t throw a party without food. We’ll plan when I get back I’m sure you’ll still be up.”

“Maybe. I’m not gonna make any promises. I know you’re at the beach. Bring me a seashell back if you see a pretty one I can add it to my collection. Gotta go.” and with that Jungkook ended the call. You shake your head, pocketing the device. You watched as the waves crashed. The sound is comforting. You stood up off Fred and rolled the cuffs of your pants up. You slowly walked into the water letting it rise up mid calf. You let out a deep breath. Inhaling the salt water. You looked at the sand trying to spot a seashell to bring back to Jungkook. His collection had started when you started your own trips to the beach.

The only downfall to collecting seashells was time you had accidentally brought one that had a small sea crab in it. On the upside you passed the small crab over to your friend Yoongi, who worked at a pet store. Hopefully he had been able to take card of the small crab.

Your eyes scanned the floor until you landed on a clear jar a few feet away that had a fish inside. You carefully stepped over to the fish taking caution to any stray shells or other debris along the ground. You picked up the jar examining the fish inside. It had pretty blue scales that seemed to reflect different colors as you moved it. The fish inside had big eyes. It almost seemed as though the both of you were looking over each other. How did a fish get trapped in a jar? The jar was about the size of a container of mayo and had strange writings on the side. You went to unscrew the lid of the top when the fish started frantically swimming in a circle. You paused looking at the fish.

“What’s wrong little dude? Don’t you want to go back home?” you asked it as if it could talk back. You could’ve sworn the fish swam in a way that would have been equivalent to a person shaking it’s head no.

“Well little dude” you sighed, walking out of the water. “ maybe Yoongi might know what type of fish you are. He’ll probably know all about your species. Probably would know all different stuff about you. Don’t worry you’ll be in safe hands for sure.”

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You opened up the door to the apartment, being wary of the fish you carried under your arm.

“Jungkook? Jungkook?” you called. Your friend came out of his room. Jungkook’s hair was all over his head, as he rubbed his eyes. You doubted he actually had his eye drops with him. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until his eyes turned red from playing that game. He was dressed in the same flannels and black shirt you saw him in two nights ago that raised questions you didn’t even know if you want the answer to.

“Did you bring back a shell?” he grumbled.

“Nope! Even better!” you held the jar out proudly to show the blue fish.

“Dude why would you bring that thing back? That’s another mouth to feed. We can barely cover ramen and drinks.” Jungkook groaned.

“Stop complaining I’m gonna pass it over to Yoongi . We just have to hold on to it until he gets it. Now the real question is I need somewhere with more space so the little guy can swim around. So would you rather me fill up the tub or kitchen sink?” Jungkook huffed, tilting his head back.

“Fuck it. Fill up one side of the sink and put it in there. I still have to take a shower.”

“Thank you, Kookie. I love and appreciate you.” you blew a kiss to your roommate. Jungkook made his way to the refrigerator , peering inside of it,

You turned the faucet letting cool water flow into the sink and you grabbed the stopper. You unscrewed the lid on the jar, slowly letting the water and the fish flow into the sink. When suddenly your grip slipped and jar slipped causing the top of it to break. A piece of glass cut into your hand. You yelped out in pain, blood dripped out of the wound into the water. The blue fish looked at you swimming up and leaping out of the water and latching on to your finger. You shook your hand off, the fish fell back in the water and into the corner of the sink facing away from you.

You muttered a soft. “What the fuck?” and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. You kicked open the door. Jungkook was topless and in the middle of pulling his sweats down.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” He jumped back in shock.

“My hand is bleeding!” you showed him the cut on your hand. Jungkook covered his mouth like he was about to vomit.

“You could’ve told me and I would’ve believed you the same. I still would have believed you.” he turned away.

“Move over I need to get to the cabinet.” you pushed him out of the way. Reaching for the handle to the cabinet door underneath the sink. You pulled the first aid kit out with your good hand. Sitting down on the tub you opened up the kit, grabbing the antiseptic out you started to clean your hand.

“So was the noise I heard in the kitchen you causing this?” Jungkook asked, as he leaned in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Don’t be an asshole obviously it was me. The fish jar slipped out of my hand and cracked, a shard cut me.” Jungkook shook his head. You tended to draw misfortune in the kitchen. In the time you and Jungkook had been roommates you had so far: broke the handle off a knife, shattered a hot porcelain pot under cold water and accidentally tore a cabinet door off the hinges. Which Jungkook fixed before the landlord came for the monthly evaluation of the apartment.

You wiped the blood off your hand, expecting the cut to be there. But it wasn’t. Jungkook looked at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“The cut isn’t there. There’s blood, but no cut like it disappeared. I know I cut myself I felt it.” you inspected your hand.

“That’s… weird.” Jungkook stepped over to you, grabbing your hand in his. He turned yours over inspecting your hand just as you did. Right when you went to open your mouth to respond you both heard a loud noise from the kitchen. You both froze, catching each other's eyesight.

“Did you lock the door when you came in?” Jungkook whispered.

“ Yes I locked the door when I came in.” You snapped. You were scared. When you came in you closed the door, adjusted the jar in your grip, called for Jungkook, walked in the kitchen. Wait. Wait a second. You did not lock the door. You felt your blood run cold. There was probably a robber in your apartment, because you did not lock the door. You were gonna die because you did not lock the door.

“You didn’t lock the door did you? I knew you didn’t. Oh my God we’re about to die.”

“We are not about to die. We are about to go and fight” you grabbed the can of Lysol that rested on the back of the toilet and handed Jungkook the plunger. “You are a wall of muscle and now you have a plunger we are gonna defend our rinky dink apartment.” you whispered. You turned him around by the shoulders and slowly lead him out of the bathroom. You hid behind him, treading towards the kitchen. You gripped the Lysol can hard. The kitchen slowly came into view and much to your surprise, it wasn’t a burglar but a wet scared naked man.

He was attractive too. Why was the stranger in you and Jungkook’s apartment attractive? Wait, why was he there?

“Dude, you better say something right now or you’re getting a plunger and Lysol combo.” Jungkook warned.The handsome stranger turned around placing his hands in front of his lower regions. His blue hair fell in front of his eyes as he shook his head back to get it out of his field of vision.

“Can one of you tell me what year it is?” The man said. His voice a deep, low tibre. You and Jungkook both looked at each other in confusion.

“2020?” you both replied in unison. The statement came off like a question. The man’s face contorted further in confusion.

“Are you alright? Can you at least tell us your name?” Jungkook asked, dropping the bat slightly.

“Taehyung.” He replied, shortly. Taehyung turned in circles attempting to make himself aware of his surroundings. You and Jungkook studied the man. He didn’t seem to pose a threat. He too himself was confused and didn’t seem to pose a threat.

“So did you like- break in? Or what?” You asked. Taehyung’s eyes darted from you to Jungkook back and forth.

“The sink. Well technically the ocean. I got sort of trapped by a fisherman’s daughter-” Jungkook threw his hand up signaling for Taehyung to pause.

“The ocean? Why were you in the ocean? Were you like lost at sea or something?” He asked.

“Well if you would’ve let me finish” You and Jungkook paused to allow Taehyung finish.”The fisherman didn’t let his daughter keep me. So she threw me overboard without releasing me and eventually I made my way to the surface where you found me.” He said, pointing at me. Jungkook looked at you and then back at Taehyung.

“Wait, so do you mean to tell me that Taehyung was the blue fish in the jar?” Jungkook asked. Thoughts started racing around your mind. You looked closely at Taehyung. His blue hair almost matched the jar fish’s blue scales to a tee and oddly enough something about his eyes seemed slightly familiar. You walked over to the sink to check if the fish was there and surely it wasn’t.

“Okay you could have thrown the fish out the window.” You stated.

“I kind of believe him. To be fair we do believe in aliens, it’s just for once the weird stuff is happening right here with us. At least it isn’t a yeti or something right?” Jungkook cracked.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You said, dropping your head.

“I can’t go back home right now either.” Taehyung said, quietly.

“You WHAT?” You and Jungkook questioned in unison. Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s a long story. I can pull my weight around here. I can find a job to help you two with bills. I even healed your cut. I'm a reliable person.” You listened to Taehyung ramble. Until you processed the second half of his statement.

“Taehyung, what was the last half of that statement?” You asked.

“I licked your wound after you broke the glass in the sink. My saliva.. Has healing properties.” You and Jungkook paused, stiffening up a bit.

“I don’t think I wanna know why.” Jungkook softly said to himself. You were taken back by his statement. Very confused but very curious. You looked over at Jungkook who’s brows were furrowed in confusion that matched yours.

“Well” you said. “I mean you don’t seem like a threat. You seem pretty harmless.”

“He has magic.” Jungkook said.

“Okay but that’s not a bad thing.” The sentence itself sounded more like a question instead of a solid statement. You weren’t quite sure if the magical person standing in your kitchen was completely harmless. Taehyung didn’t look scary. He just looked like a man with blue hair standing in front of you trying to figure out what was going on.

“So what ? You want to let him just stay here?” Jungkook asked.

“He can sleep on the couch” you looked at Taehyung. “If you don’t mind me asking what exactly do you eat?”

“I can eat human food. If that’s what you’re wondering.” You and Jungkook let out a breath of relief. Trying to put together some intricate meals for Taehyung was gonna be a problem so hearing he can eat the same food works into the ramen budget you and Jungkook set aside.

“What’s the worst that can happen? If he stays here at least that’s money going towards the rent right?” Jungkook shrugged.

“Okay you can stay here but we’re going to find you a job today.” You said. Taehyung smiled, wide and boxy.

“Thank you so much I promise you won’t regret it.”

And you hoped you wouldn’t.