#i couldn't miss their anniversary pls understand..

[fevekko]

happy one year to the gay people ever 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[hannieehaee]

Svt & learning to cook food from s/o’s homecountry (aka not korean food). A different culture & food for each member would rlly cool

making you a meal from your country

content: established relationship, fluff, foreign reader (non-korean), etc.

wc: 872

a/n: this was such a cute concept omg!! i picked the food items and the home countries at random btw sorry if i got some dishes wrong pls lmk if there's any corrections i should make 😭

masterlist

seungcheol -

he wouldn't be able to stand your homesickness for even one second, feeling too sad at your sadness and deciding to do everything in his power to make you feel better. he'd ask around for traditional south african dishes leading him to make you some chakalaka while you were at work. the hours of trial and error wouldve been worth it the moment he saw the happiness in your eyes at his efforts.

jeonghan -

being quite used to simply ordering takeout whenever he so pleased, jeonghan was not used to cooking at home too often. however, if his sweet s/o wanted some homemade tom yum soup, then he'd deliver! after a quick call to mingyu (and an hour or two of messing around in the kitchen), he'd be ready with your food. he loves thai food, so this would be a win-win situation for him.

joshua -

he knew you sometimes missed australia and were unable to go back and forth as you pleased, so josh would occasionally indulge you in making meat pie for you, following a recipe you'd once made for him early in your relationship.

jun -

he'd had indian food before and loved it, so it did not take any convincing for him to decide to make you some indian street food. he'd do it out of his own volition pretty often, actually. by now, he had mastered the art of various dishes, specially panipuri, which he would frequently make for you, and sometimes he'd even share some with his members.

soonyoung -

if he sensed you growing homesick and missing your usual chinese cuisine, he'd go out of his way to seek out jun or minghao to ask what food may make you feel a bit better. he'd then take on the task of making you the most delicious street breakfast, jianbing, knowing it wasnt too difficult a task for him and that it was a meal you'd often have in your youth.

wonwoo -

wonwoo was quite known for his lack of ability in the kitchen, but that would not stop him from making you some laksa whenever you were feeling particularly homesick. despite not knowing how to make any other singaporean dishes, he'd have specifically mastered at least one in order to take care of you in such a domestic way whenever the opportunity arose.

jihoon -

never having been one to cook much (he'd much rather stick to washing dishes), he'd struggle a lot through making you some pastéis de nata for your anniversary, deciding to make a korean-portuguese fusion of meals to celebrate your relationship. ok, maybe he called mingyu over to help, but the joy in your eyes as you shared the meal with him had made it worth all of mingyu's nagging as he followed his instructions to the letter.

seokmin -

he's never been to spain, but he's had a few spanish meals throughout his life, so he'd quickly understand why you'd often complain about the lack of authentic spanish food near your shared apartment. would take it upon himself to learn how to make paella in the most perfect manner imaginable just to see a smile on your face.

mingyu -

making a pizza from scratch was easier said than done, but mingyu had taken on the task the moment you let him know of the fomo you felt at seeing him and his best friends explore your country of origin, italy. you'd watched nana tour happily, but still felt a bit off at knowing you couldn't be there with your boyfriend. but fear not! mingyu was about to bring the authentic italian experience to your door!

minghao -

he's been to the united states so many times by now that he just knows american food by heart. wouldnt even need a recipe to know how to make you some classic barbecue on a sunny afternoon. would even make an entire day out of it, grilling under the sun while you sunbathed next to him.

seungkwan -

seungkwan has always thought himself to be quite a good cook. or at least he was quite good at making korean food. japanese food was another story. he knew how badly you missed homemade sushi, never enjoying any from your nearby restaurants. he'd have to ask for your help at some point, but the end result would be the two of you sharing a nice moment making a meal together, so it all went according to plan.

vernon -

he doesnt know how to cook neither korean nor american food, but you best bet he'll try his hardest to make you traditional vietnamese food in the form of bun cha and bánh xèo. it looked easy and like it tasted good, how hard could it be? would try his bestest but eventually need to ask you for help completing the task. a+ for effort, though.

chan -

he already loves mexican food, so making it for you wouldnt even be something you'd have to request from him – he'd just do it on his own! he'd already mastered all types of street food, eventually opting to make you menudo, knowing how much you enjoyed that meal as a child.

[taeraeszn]

hii! how r u :) i hope your requests are open and if they are could you maybe do something about zb1 realizing they missed a date with their partner and try to make it up to them?? its fine if you cant!

when zb1 misses a date with their partner

hey luv! thank you for requesting! just to let you guys know, my schedule is much more busier these days so i will be releasing out request slowly <3

anywho, i'm kinda excited to be doing the opposite of my last post?? obv it's not good that they stood their partner up but how the turn tables

also some of these probably don't even count but i thought some of the scenarios were so cute - sorry!!

warnings: mentions of food but i don't think there is any more?? (ik i say this ALL the time but i really try to avoid any touchy subjects/topics). but pls lmk if there are any!!

kim jiwoong

you were at the place you always met up with jiwoong, a simple park nestled in the heart of your city

jiwoong told you that he would be there in around 30 minutes but that thirty minutes turned up to be almost two hours of you waiting there

you were a bit hurt by your boyfriend's actions and decided to head home as it was reaching the two hour mark

the park was incredibly silent too, it seemed that you were the only person there

but just as you turned to begin walking home, a loud shout of your name came from behind you

"(NAME)!" you heard jiwoong call, he was running with a cap on as well as a black mask, clearly to hide his identity

"jiwoong??" your brows furrowed. when he finally came towards you, he was out of breath

"i-i'm so sorry! i was suddenly called in for practice and i couldn't just leave-"

you immediately shut him up with a hug, he was puzzled but softened into your embrace

"it's ok jiwoong. i understand that practice can hold you up. just please message me beforehand."

he was so thankful that you were understanding and held your hand

"thank you love. now what do you want to do?"

"i just want to relax with you, at home."

"okay then, lead the way my love."

rest of the members are under the cut!

zhang hao

zhang hao didn't technically miss your date, he actually showed up

but he did end up missing it because he ran into an old friend halfway through. the friend was clearly not happy to see you two with your hands interlinked together and decided to make up an excuse that they had no ride home as it was raining

zhang hao being the kind soul that he is didn't hesitate to step up and help, he told you he would be back in a few minutes

well that few minutes didn't happen as you had sat there in silence following his leave that was for nearly any hour. it was very awkward to say the least with everyone sending remorseful looks towards you

you sighed and got up to leave, you know that his friend did that purely to separate you two which pissed you off even more

as you were at the bus stop, you saw zhang hao's figure running towards you

"wait! baobei!" he shouted. you were still bothered by what happened but still gave your boyfriend a smile when he returned

"what are you doing here?" he asked, you gave him a slight smile, "i'm heading home."

"but my car is there." you sighed

"hao, i understand that you wanted to take them home but why did it take so long? i was sitting there by myself for an hour."

he noticed your disappointment and rubbed your shoulder, "i'm sorry. they just began talking with to catch up and i got ahead of time. please forgive me love. i promise i will make it up to you."

you put up your pinky finger to him, "promise?" he connected his pinky with yours, "promise." his warm smile reassured you

he then gently tugged your arm, "c'mon, let's go to my car. it's much better than the bus."

"let's go!" you held his hand and began walking to the parking lot

sung hanbin

for your 6 year anniversary, you two had planned a romantic date together. you were so happy to be with hanbin as he always made you feel special

but your excitement slowly faded away as hanbin had no sign of showing up, causing you sit there alone for nearly an hour

you had called and texted him but to no avail. at this point you were worried. maybe it was traffic? well yeah this was downtown so there must've been...or maybe something abruptly came up?

just then in the midst of your thoughts, there came hanbin an hour later with roses and something else small in his other hand

"happy anniversary love." he handed you the flowers and sat down with you. everyone in the restaurant was giving you smiles and happy looks to hanbin's appearance

"where have you been?" he smirked, "i've been planning something. actually, i've been planning it since we met that faithful day in class."

he got up from his seat and opened the small box that was in his hand to reveal a shiny ring, you gasped and then realized what he was doing

hanbin then got on one knee, causing everyone in the restaurant to share the same surprised expression

"(name), i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you, till death do us apart. you are my entire world and i can't imagine spending my future life without you as my partner. will you marry me?"

you were already tearing up and quickly nodded, "yes, yes, yes! a billion times yes! i will marry you hanbin!"

he then got up to spin you in his arms as everyone in the room clapped and congratulated you, hanbin slyly slid the ring down your finger as it shined

"it fit's perfectly." he sighed in relief, "oh thank god, i was worried it wouldn't because i didn't know your ring size."

you embraced him again, "thank you hanbin for choosing me."

"you know i'll always choose you love."

(this actually made me emo hELP ok moving on)

seok matthew

funny enough, matthew wasn't even supposed to miss your date, you two had it all planned out with what time you would go as well as getting your tickets early

but he got sick and had let you know beforehand, but you were incredibly sad as you were going to watch the movie that you both wanted to see together alone

though matthew told you to enjoy it, you couldn't help but feel a teensy bit guilty as matthew was telling you how much he wanted to see the movie

you wished he could've been beside you holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder, also vice versa

you could barely focus on the film itself as you worried for your boyfriend's health

the credits finally rolled and you immediately made your way to matthew's place

as you opened the door, you heard the sounds of coughing and sneezing coming from his room. you rushed to his cabinet to get some medicine and walked into his room

"matt!" you said, he seemed relieved seeing you but you noticed how he was curled up into his blanket and the tissue box placed on his side table

"(name)! how was the movie?" you pulled him into a hug, not caring if you would get sick, "i missed you. it didn't feel the same without you."

he grinned, "so does that means i have an effect on you?"

you playfully rolled your eyes and you sat next to matthew in the cozy blanket, "yeah, yeah. a huge effect."

"but you didn't answer my question." he said, you shrugged, "it was good but i spaced out for most of the film. i just needed you with me."

he put your head gently on his shoulder, rubbing it. "you have me now for as long as you want."

kim taerae

(taerae is a businessman in this scenario)

you and taerae had been planning a romantic date night ever since he got the promotion at the company he was working for

it was a huge deal and you wanted to congratulate him in some way and give him something to relax with

but this promotion also meant that taerae would get more work that made him stay overtime at the building

you were worried that he would have to stay late on your date night, but taerae continuously reassured you that everything would work out fine

but of course the world isn't that perfect. your worries became reality as you were left alone at the chosen restaurant

you already knew something like this would occur and weren't even shocked when it happened

and then you got the text with taerae apologizing and stating that he would be coming home late. without thinking twice, you left the restaurant without ordering anything

you were up that night watching a tv show in your pj's when the door opened to your shared place, there you saw taerae in his suit. "your still up?" you hummed in response

he then came towards you and suddenly wrapped his arms around you, "i'm sorry. i know how much you wanted to go on that date."

you sighed, "this isn't about me taerae. i wanted you to have a night to relax so you could treat yourself. i'm happy you got your promotion but i wish you could have more time for yourself."

he pressed his lips on your forehead, "i know and i'll try my best to get my work done quicker so i don't worry you. i just want us to have a good life together. i'll do better."

you nuzzled your face in his chest as you hugged him, "thank you taerae. i know how hard you work."

shen ricky

you were waiting for ricky at the downtown aquarium that was well known in your city. you didn't realize how much you were checking the time on your phone waiting for him

"where is he?" you mumbled to yourself. standing by the door made it even more awkward as everyone was staring at you while walking into the front doors

you sighed as it was approaching the one hour mark and there was no sign of ricky arriving. did you do something? what would cause him to not come when he always came to your dates?

you decided to give up on waiting for him and took the train home in disappointment. not even a call or message, nothing, you were bitter to how your night went and just curled up in bed

a few minutes later, you heard frantic knocking at your door. it didn't take a genius to know who it was. when you opened it, you saw ricky holding a bouquet of roses as he handed it to you

"(name), i'm so sorry. it's a long story but i can explain."

you sighed, not knowing how to react to the situation you were faced with, "i don't know ricky. i just feel really let down."

"please, just let me in and we can talk. trust me, i would never leave you hanging on purpose."

you had no choice but to let him in, as you two were sitting on your couch, he handed you the bouquet

"i can assure you that i purposely didn't miss the date. the road i was usually go on got closed and i had to go the other route which took me longer than the regular route i take. by the time i got there, you were already gone."

everything finally made sense and now you felt kinda bad for feeling bitter before

"trust me (name). i love you so much. i'll do anything to make it up-" you quickly shut him up with a kiss on the lips. ricky paused for a second before naturally resting his hand on your side as he returned the favour

"it's okay ricky. just call me next time this happens so i'm not worried."

"next time, i promise i will."

kim gyuvin

"gyuvin where are you??" you asked, looking around the mall for any sight of him

"uh...it's a... long story." he said, pausing in between his words. you were confused to say the least as gyuvin promised to meet up with you at the nearby mall to grab some food and go shopping

"i have lots of time." you replied, just then you heard some people shouting in the background of his call

"gyu, who is that?" you asked, you waited for him to compose an answer as the call went silent for a while

"i'll call you back! i'm sorry something came up! i love you!"

the call then ended, causing you to be left with mixed feelings, what was even going on in that call? it was so random and unlike how gyuvin usually acts

a few hours passed and you were sitting at your dining table at home, devouring on some pasta you had just finished making when you got a facetime call from non other than kim gyuvin himself

you were reluctant to answer but did nonetheless. the first thing you saw was gyuvin running outside, seemingly out of breath. "gyuvin? what are you doing?"

he gave you a slight smile, "i want to talk to so i'm running to your house right now. i'm pretty sure i could win a marathon right now."

you faintly chuckled, "okay...but why?"

just then it cut and a few minutes later you were met with him at your door

"care to explain to me why i was left at the mall alone?" you questioned, he plopped down on your bed, making himself at home

"blame hanbin hyung, not me!" he put his hands up, "i had to stay at practice since i wasn't able to master the dance! i tried to run away but hanbin forced me to stay!"

it finally made sense, "oh...well i guess that explains it."

"yeah so stop being mad at me!" he exclaimed, "i won't! also you should be at the dorms right now."

he seemed unaffected and shrugged, "they can try and catch me but i just want to be with your right now."

park gunwook

there was a small place to grab food near where you and gunwook both lived and he kept begging you to go with him one day

you agreed and though you came at the right time, gunwook had seemed the forget about the date, leaving you by yourself

the owner of the shop, an older woman, noticed you and frowned, "what are you doing here alone?"

"oh well, i was supposed to meet with someone but they haven't showed up."

the owner was kind enough to offer you some free food due to your situation but it didn't get rid of the feeling you had inside of you

gunwook was someone who'd always remember important events or days so this caught you off guard

you ended your visit earlier than expected and began walking home when you felt someone grab your wrist

it was park gunwook, he had a guilty expression on his face, clearly feeling bad for what happened

"i know there's no excuses for missing our date but i promise you it wasn't intentional." he began, "i'm really sorry and if you want we can still go somewhere else to make up for it."

you were still wondering what had caused him to not show up in the first place

so you asked, "gunwook i know you have never missed our dates, what happened today?"

he sighed, "we set the fire alarm off in our dorm while cooking, i should've informed you beforehand."

your eyes widened, "WHAT? is everyone okay?!" he nodded, "yeah but it was mainly my fault."

you hit his chest, "you cooked didn't you?"

he shyly looked down, "i wanted to impress the members but i guess that didn't work out."

you poked his cheek, "you always impress me gunwook. you don't need to prove anything."

he grabbed your hand and began taking you somewhere, "let's go, i have to make up for what i did."

han yujin

well technically an indoor date, yujin had promised you that he'd come over to your house since you were home alone and wanted to watch the drama that you were both binge watching on your projector

so as you prepped the food and drinks, the minutes passed by and yujin hadn't shown up

this was concerning but your brushed it off as something came up. but then another hour passed and he still wasn't here

now it was becoming worrying and you called yujin, only for it to go to voicemail right away

deep down you felt upset that you prepared all of this only for your boyfriend to never show up, and as the night got darker, you began putting the food away and wrapping up for bedtime

your parents had also returned home from their day out so you weren't even home alone anymore

you didn't get an answer to any of this until yujin called you himself

"(name), please don't be mad. i really couldn't leave."

"what do you mean yujin? i prepared everything for us and yet you didn't show up." your tone was obviously very unpleased

"i know, and i'm sorry. i ended up running into a friend while heading to your house and we hung out, i didn't realize how quickly time went by and completely forgot about our date."

though his explanation did tell you why he didn't show up, you were still conflicted with if you should forgive him or not

"then...it's okay. if you want to hang out with your other friends too then that's fine with me."

"no, i want to be with you more than anyone. let's hang out tomorrow, my place. we can watch our drama together then to make up for today." he seemed very firm on wanting to be with you which caused you to grin

"okay, i'll see you tomorrow then. you better show up!" you exclaimed. he chuckled on the other end

"if i don't then you won't ever have to see me again." he joked, reminding you of how much he loved you

[a-aexotic]

HEY IM SO SORRY IDK IF YOU WRITE FOR POPE BUT LIKE A SPEAK NOW ABT HIM PLS?

ren's notes ! heyy babe ❤️❤️😩, no worries! i do write for pope :)) and ofc i can, i hope u enjoy it! idk if this is what u asked for bc i kinda forgot this was based on speak now but i still hope u like it <3

pairing. pope heyward x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. nothing but fluff, mention of insecurity, exes to lovers angst and ofc a kiss at the end!

summary. y/n misses pope, but little does she know, so does he.

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Your heart dropped when Kie had mentioned Pope going out with another girl this upcoming weekend. She noticed your shift in behavior and she asked if you were okay but you just shrugged it off as being tired.

You just didn't want to tell Kie you were back on the Pope train again. You guys dated for a few months ago and you guys broke up because you thought you'd be better as friends. And now, you regret it.

It was going to be the year anniversary of your break-up and you still have feelings for Pope.

You were being selfish, you kept repeating to yourself. You had your chance and you lost it now. You have to let Pope move on even if you can't.

You can't risk hurting him again. You'd much rather hurt yourself than see the pained look on Pope's face when you broke up with him.

You and the Pogues were at yet another Boneyard party. It seemed like they were endless during the summer: one after the other, mistakes repeating all over again.

You were having fun with Sarah and Kie before you looked over and saw Pope dancing with the girl he was going to go out with later this week. That same jealous sickly feeling came over you and you'd stop interacting with the girls.

Sarah quickly noticed. "What's wrong?"

"Mmm, nothing." You sighed, making Kie furrow her eyebrows. She looked over to where you were looking and connected the dots in her head, Sarah quickly doing the same thing.

"Is it Pope?"

You looked surprised but you knew that they'd eventually figure it out. "Is it that obvious?"

Sarah was empathetic towards you, frowning along with you as Kie looked at you like you were crazy. Sarah rubbed your back comfortingly.

"You know that Pope would leave that girl for you, like two days ago, right?" Kie said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You glared at her as she shrugged and raised her hands up in defense, "just speaking facts over here."

Sarah sighed. "She's right."

"You don't understand. I don't want to hurt Pope again."

"Then don't." Kie said simply. Kie was never wrong - I mean, would be that hard? But you still didn't want to risk it.

Sarah smiled as an idea popped in her head. "Why don't you go find a cute tourist and have a rebound for the week, maybe that'll help. It might also make him jealous so he'll come running back on his own!"

Kie shrugged, "Not a bad idea at all."

You nodded along with them. But you didn't want to. No one was ever going to measure up to Pope, no matter how hard you tried to find a replacement. "I don't know guys..."

Sarah looked behind you and smiled. "Look behind you! He's literally just your type, now go and talk to him!"

You turned around and saw a guy you found kinda cute. But you still had a bad feeling about this. Sarah pushed you slightly and you sighed and got up, making Kie and Sarah cheer. You rolled your eyes at your immature friends at you walked up to the guy.

He turned and smiled at you.

"Hey, do you want to go get a drink maybe?" You asked, shyly. It's been a few months since you've properly flirted so this was kind of a new experience.

"Sure! I'm Jordan."

You smiled, "I'm Y/N."

Pope turned around to look at where you were and he panicked a bit when he saw you weren't with Sarah and Kie. His eyes gazed through the crowd trying to find the bright pink top you were wearing; he couldn't miss it.

He then found you talking with another guy. He felt his heart drop. He knew that John B and JJ's plan wasn't going to work. Him making you 'jealous' wouldn't work if you didn't actually care but they insisted that you did. But now he knew he was right.

He excused himself from the girl and he started to walk alongside the beach, in thought.

He still liked you even after a year of you breaking up with him. He never truly got over you and now he's sure he never will. He was convinced you were his soulmate but he's not sure he's yours.

As you were dancing with Jordan, the awkward phase had just melted away and you easily could converse and joke around with him. But there was a nagging feeling something was just off.

It wasn't Jordan himself, you started to realize after you took a good look at him. He just wasn't Pope. No one was Pope and no one could ever replace him.

"Hey, do you want me to go freshen up our drinks?" Jordan asked, a smile hanging on his lips. You nodded as you took his.

"Yeah sure, I'll be right back."

As you refilling your cups, you saw Pope walk away from the bonfire and you decided that it wouldn't hurt to go talk to him. Maybe something happened with the girl?

You walked towards Pope, beers in hand. "Hey, you okay?"

He turned around, startled but relaxed once he realized it only you. "Yeah, yeah. Just tired."

You smiled. "We've all heard that before and I don't believe you. What happened?"

He stay silent.

"Did something happen with that... girl?" You tried your best to disguise your jealousy with concern. A friend-type of concern. I mean, that's what you and Pope are, just friends.

He shook his head at the mention of the girl. "No, it's just that..."

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking Pope was just going to rip the band aid off. What was the worst thing that could happen? Nothing could possibly hurt him more.

"Are you dating that guy?"

You were surprised at Pope's questions. Why did he care? Wasn't he dating that other girl? You furrowed your eyebrows; since when did he care for your love life? "I don't know, maybe it dep-"

You were cut off by a scoff. "Really, Y/N?"

"What do you mean, really?"

"Jordan? He's like the biggest asshole ever."

You rolled your eyes. "He's nice to me."

"Doesn't mean he's nice to everyone. Plus he's a Kook and like dickrides Rafe like the rest of 'em."

"I don't care if he's a Kook because I'm not shallow, Pope. He's nice to me and honestly that's all that matters. And why do you care, don't you have that girl?"

"I care because you're my friend... and I care about my friends." It hurt Pope to play it off like they were just friends but it hurt you more hearing it. This argument was supposed to prove that he was jealous and that Sarah's plan had worked.

"Sure." You sighed. "Okay, you're right."

Pope felt like a dick after saying that. You started to walk away before he shouted, "Wait."

You turned around. "You're more than a friend, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

You paused. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

He also paused, his eyes widening. Did he read the room wrong? Did he just singlehandedly embarrass himself in front of you?

You felt like you didn't hear him right. He still liked you? "You still like me?"

There was no way he was going to lie himself out of this one. He sighed, putting his hand on the bridge of his nose. "Yeah. I do. I have, for a while now. I never really... got over you."

You felt guilty for feeling a tiniest bit relieved that he had liked you. You've always thought he had gotten over you because of how easily he played it off. Pope was just masking up his real feelings.

"R-Really?"

Pope rolled his eyes. "Yes, I did. I do. I'm just going to keep walking now because I just embarassed myself and I don't wanna make this more awkward."

You shook your head. "I like you too. I haven't.. I never got over you and the only reason I broke up with you was because you needed someone better than me."

Pope was confused, but his heart hurt nonetheless because he made you feel that way. Even if he didn't, you still felt that way. Which was beyond crazy to him because you're the best he could ever get or want. You're his absolute dream girl, how could you feel that way?

He chucked, "You serious right now? There is no one better for me, you're all I want. You're my... my dream girl, Y/N."

Butterflies filled your stomach. "Really?"

He smiled. "Really."

You guys both were silent before a moment. Pope felt like he was on top of the world, he felt brave. He then slowly walked up to you and put a hand on your cheek as you looked up at him.

"Let me prove it to you." He whispered as he leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on your lips. It was slow at first but Pope needed more, fast.

JJ and John B had caught sight of this from the bonfire and gave each other a swift high five. "Another good plan, brotha."

John B nodded. "Pope's really lucky to have such good wingmen."

Sarah and Kie overheard them and rolled their guys. "They wish. They totally got together cus of us."

"Definitely." Sarah nodded.

[thebangtancloud]

hello! can i request a bts reaction where the members don’t show up on an important day for the reader (like a birthday, anniversary, recital, etc.)? pls pls make it angsty hehe like the reader doesn’t forgive them/talk to them for a couple days hehehehe thank you so much!!

He misses an important day ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Curse Words, Minor character death (not sure if someone dying is an important day but I'd be mad upset if my s/o is absent when I lose someone close to me) Mentions of surgery.

A/n: "make it angsty..." LMAO I GOTCHU BAE *evil smirk*

Kim Namjoon:

"I'm being inconsiderate?!"

Namjoon could only deflate into a low grumble when your voice boomed through the small room.

"You've missed the most important occasion that you know I've been so excited about, and I'm being inconsiderate?"

"You're not getting it, (Y/n)," Namjoon shook his head, wanting to come closer to you but knowing better than doing that.

"I couldn't miss the show."

"But you could miss my birthday?!"

"(Y/n)..." Namjoon dug his fingers into his eyebrows. "Please understand, I'm the leader-"

"And I'm nothing to you, am I right?"

"No!" He exclaimed, eyes wide. "Why would you even say that?"

"I don't like celebrating my birthday for this very reason, Namjoon," you spoke in a small voice, turning to face away from him.

"You know, you know that I've spent so many birthdays alone, with no wishes, no one to get me a cake. Nothing. I thought it would be different this year because I have you. But I was wrong. I shouldn't have expected anything because I'm the one who's hurt."

"Baby," he whispered, taking just one step in your direction. "I'm so fuckin' sorry. Please know that."

"I don't. I don't want to know anything, okay?" You snapped, holding your hand up in the air for emphasis. "I just want to be alone. Can't you do that?"

"I have to leave in two days again, (Y/n)!" He whined, throwing his hands up into the air. "I came to spend time with you, why can't we just be normal? What would it take, for me to get on my knees and apologize?"

You turned to look at him in disbelief.

"Really nice of you to think I'll be all fine and happy if you do that, Namjoon."

"Then what do I do?!" Namjoon huffed in exasperation. "I'm trying, okay? It's not like I can go back in time and be there for your birthday. It's gone! I can't do anything about it! The only thing I can do is make it up to you, take you out, celebrate with you again!"

You nodded stiffly.

"You're right, Namjoon. You're absolutely right. But I don't want to do any of that. I want to just... not be with you right now."

"(Y/n), please," Namjoon sighed deeply. "Please- just...let's just look past this, please."

"I'm sorry that I'm finding it difficult to do that, Namjoon," you tried to explain. "All I think of when I see your face is how I felt when you weren't there. It reminds me of the pain of being alone and I just don't want to feel that way again. Is that too much to ask of you?"

Namjoon looked pained.

"Okay, (Y/n)," he breathed out. "I'll go. But I'll be back, and I hope you know that I won't be leaving the next time I'm here."

"We'll cross the bridge when we get to it, Namjoon."

Kim Seokjin:

"(Y/n)..."

Jin delicately wiped away the tear that slipped past his lower lid.

"Baby, I..."

Kneeling beside you, Jin placed the bouquet of white roses on your lap.

"I'm so sorry, darling."

A dry chuckle buzzed through your chest.

"You finally showed up."

"I'm so sorry," he apologized in a broken whisper. "This shouldn't have happened. Not now."

"Doesn't change anything," you admitted in a flat voice. "She's gone."

Jin's head dropped in shame and regret.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

"I feel sorry for myself too, you know?" You turned to look at him who was kneeling by your side, his trembling hands folded together.

"I feel sorry for waiting for you. I feel pathetic."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled again. "I really wish I could've been there."

"Part of me wants to be understanding," you sniffled. "Part of me wants to do that. But no. I choose to be selfish, okay? I want to feel bad about this. I have every right to. You weren't there for me when I needed you the most. You promised you would when the day would come, that you'd hold my hand and strengthen me. But the day came and the pain followed but the only one that didn't come was you."

"(Y/n)," he inhaled sharply, taking a hold of your hands in his clammy ones. "No words can describe the way I feel. I am so sorry, I would've given everything to make it to you in time. But I-"

"When she was alive, you promised you'd be there. That you'd carry her to her grave. That you'd be there to wipe every tear that fell from my eye because she could no longer do it. But you didn't. You didn't, Jin. It was not just me that you failed. You failed my mom too."

"Forgive me," he pleaded with teary eyes. "I'm so deeply sorry, (Y/n), I can't- I can't tell you how much I tried. I just-"

"Please go," you asked of him in an exasperated sigh. "Go back to where you came from. I want to be alone."

"Baby-"

"Just go."

With one last look at the broken expression that you didn't bother hiding from him, Jin nodded, delicately kissing your knuckles.

"I'll go from here, but I'm not leaving."

Min Yoongi:

"Well, good morning sunshine," you rolled your eyes upon seeing Yoongi set the table. "Guess who's on their man period today."

"Sit," Yoongi snapped, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Damn, funny to see you having a reason to be upset with me."

"Why'd you drink so much yesterday, (Y/n)?"

You looked at the bowl of hangover soup that he placed at the table, dragging the chair out and wordlessly gesturing for you to take a seat. Which you didn't, of course.

"I don't see how that's any of your concern."

"You were sleeping outside the house, for god's sake! What if I didn't come home? You'd have fallen sick, or something could have happened!"

"It should have," you said, looking him dead in the eye. "You didn't come anyway, so don't speak as though any of this bothers you."

"Don't," he warned in a low voice. "Don't get there."

"Oh, I should," you insisted. "I waited, you know? I waited for you, I thought you'd show up when I walk up to the stage, I thought you'd cheer for me - which is so unlike you but forgive me for thinking it would be different this time!"

"(Y/n)-"

"Shut up!"

Yoongi froze, too stunned to speak.

"Aren't you even ashamed? Not even a little bit? Your members showed up, Yoongi! They cheered for me, but you? You're too busy collaborating with people who are begging to have you work with them!"

"What's wrong with doing that?" Yoongi frowned at your accusation.

"What's wrong?" you parroted with a laugh of disbelief. "Nothing's wrong with doing that, Yoongi. What is wrong is that you couldn't be there for me."

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"Well, it's not okay, Yoongi. You can take your apologies and this stupid fake concern-" you pointed to the soup, "and stick it up!"

"It's not fake," he defended with a scowl. "You're telling me your head isn't aching right now?"

You laughed in his face.

"It is, Yoongi. It is, but I don't want you to take care of me. It hurts because I drank too much trying to drown the pain of you not being there even though you promised!"

"(Y/n)..."

"You're so fucking heartless," you scoffed. "You sent me one text, one text! 'Sorry baby, I can't be there today, got an important meeting,' an hour before the ceremony began! I feel so embarrassed to even think that you were joking and you'd actually turn up."

Yoongi sighed deeply, scratching his eyebrow and looking away.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" you scoffed. "Get out of my house!"

"Stop being so difficult, (Y/n)," Yoongi took a step closer to you. "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't be there. But don't-"

"I don't want to hear it, Yoongi. It's disappointing to see you here now and not when I needed you. I hope you know just how much you've hurt me."

"Baby," Yoongi frowned. "I'm really sorry, love. I sent you so many texts after that but you didn't read them."

"Why? Feel bad now?" You taunted.

He shook his head. "I told you I'd be there a few hours late, (Y/n). I wanted to take you out for dinner."

"A bit too late for that, now."

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," Yoongi genuinely apologized. "Please."

"Just go back home, for now, Yoongi. I don't want to see you right now."

Jung Hoseok:

"(Y/n)..." Jimin sighed for the fourth time that evening. "Hoseok hyung is calling, again."

"I don't want to talk to him," you muttered stubbornly, playing with the edge of your hospital gown. "Let him suffer."

"Goodness," Jimin chuckled helplessly at your words, setting his phone down and shaking his head.

"It's too much, you know?" He tried to convince you. "He doesn't even know which hospital we're in."

"I don't care. He brought this upon himself."

"He's human too, (Y/n)," Jimin sighed softly. "We're all very stressed, but Hoseok hyung is taking it worse than most of us. Partly because of your health."

"You're trying to say that he's worried about my health?" You looked into Jimin's eyes with tears glistening in your own. "Might be, when I'm not around. But when he's with me, he's only ever worried about work."

"It's been a week," he urged. "He's desperate. Just talk to him once, tell him you're fine."

"As if you haven't been doing that already," you challenged, watching Jimin's eyes widen in surprise.

"How'd you know?" He asked you.

"I just do."

Jimin's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"He's going mental, (Y/n)."

"I did too, moments before the surgery when he wouldn't answer my call. He can suffer some more."

Jimin finally nodded, looking to the floor sadly.

"I know hyung made a mistake, a big one. I shouldn't even be defending him for what he's done, because I know what it was like. I was there, (Y/n). Hoseok hyung told me to be there in case he couldn't make it in time. But so much happened, the emergency, the change of hospitals, he's really worried, you know? Just...talk to him once, please. For my sake."

"I wouldn't know what to say," you admitted in a whisper. "I'm afraid I'll just cry."

"And that's alright too," Jimin gently spoke, walking closer to your bed to hold your hand. "You have every right to be upset. But avoiding him is not only making him suffer because you're suffering too."

"Why'd you have to sweet talk me, Jimin?" You whined with a pout.

"Because I care for the two of you," he responded with a soft grin. "But I care for myself too, you know? I fear going back and Hoseok hyung throttling me to death because you won't let me tell him where you are."

"Are you sure you haven't told him yet?" You raised your eyebrows in suspicion.

"100 percent," he swore. "I admit, I update him every day about your condition, but never once have I told him where you are. I promise."

You sighed deeply.

"I still don't feel like talking to him. I'm mad at him."

"Then let him talk," he suggested with a laugh.

"He'll probably start crying, but he's been drowning with guilt, I see it on his face every day. And if you wish, you can get mad at him too, yell at him, curse him, he deserves it. But just let him hear your voice, he'll be relieved."

"You're so mean, Jimin," you scowled. "Get me the phone."

Park Jimin:

"Darling..."

Jimin's head was already lowered in shame, taking tiny steps towards your chair on the balcony with a bag in his hand.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's alright," you whispered. "It's over, anyway."

"I'm really sorry, sweetheart," he stood before you for a moment before kneeling down and offering you the beige bag.

"It's a present that I bought for you. A while ago."

"What for?"

Jimin sighed. "Our anniversary, of course."

"The one that you forgot?"

"I didn't-" Jimin looked exasperated. "I didn't forget it, Jagi. I just... I don't know. I don't have an excuse."

You sniffled, setting the empty can of beer beside your chair and moving to stand up.

"(Y/n)," he stopped you by your arm. "Don't go, let's talk, please."

"I don't have the strength to talk, Jimin," you murmured gently. "I just want to sleep."

"I'm sorry," he spoke with urgency. "Really. I just got so caught up with work that I-"

"It's okay, Jimin," you dismissed his attempt at explaining. "I already told you, it's okay."

"But it's not," he frowned deeply, pulling your elbow softly until you were facing him. "I can see it in your eyes, it's not okay, you're not okay."

"There's not much I can do about it," you shrugged tiredly. "I'm going to bed."

"Baby," he pleaded with tears in his eyes. "Please."

"Jimin," you sighed. "I'm exhausted, okay? I haven't been sleeping well and today- yesterday," you corrected yourself, "was a busy day. I cooked a lot and did a bunch of stuff but..."

Jimin looked at his feet regretfully.

"I'm sorry it all went to waste," he said softly.

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry too."

"You don't need to be sorry for anything," he told you, briefly catching your eye and exhaling shakily when your gaze faltered.

"It's me that should be sorry. I kept you waiting, I missed such an important day. Our day, and I'm so deeply sorry for that."

"Okay, Jimin," you whispered. "I'm going to bed."

"Baby," he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"Can I at least... can I hug you? Just once."

You looked down at the way he was gripping the last three fingers of your hand, not wanting to let you go just yet.

"Please," he asked you once more. "I know I'm late, but I want to celebrate us, six years of us. Let me just hold you once, please."

Your head dipped in time to hide the tear that fell from your right eye, a slight shake of your head leaving Jimin in pieces.

"I don't think I want that right now, Jimin."

Kim Taehyung:

The moment your eyes locked with Taehyung's, the smile that was on your face vanished. He walked briskly until he was by your side, tugging at your shirt and pulling you closer to him.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm sorry, Jagiya," he murmured under his breath. "I couldn't come today."

"No shit," you rolled your eyes. "Why are you here now? After everything is done with?"

"I... I just wanted to, uh..."

"Just go back, Taehyung," you shrugged his arm off of you. "You've really disappointed me today. I don't see the point in you being here right now."

"Can I talk to your mom?" he asked urgently. "Let me apologize, please. She invited me over and I couldn't come, I need her to know that."

"Don't you worry," you scoffed at the worry painted across his face. "I told her you had work. She's quite understanding, I wonder why I didn't get that from her."

"Jagiya," he looked sad. "I'm really sorry. I was just so nervous about the whole plan, there were going to be a lot of people and my manager was really reluctant about me co-"

"They're my family," you cut him off. "They respect me, Taehyung. They wouldn't go around clicking pictures or anything that would make you uncomfortable, but you wouldn't know that because you never showed up, so let's chuck this. Go back, and let me be, okay?"

"No," he shook his head. "I'm sorry for being a coward, okay? Let me meet them now, please. Just your parents. I'll apologize. I'll make sure this won't happen again."

"I don't want you to meet them right now," you decided. "I don't want them to see you and me in this state, alright? So just go."

"(Y/n), please, I'm so sorry." He took a hold of your hand.

"I should've spoken to you about everything. That was really wrong of me, and I accept that, please- just... just forgive me this time, please, it won't happen again."

"You sound so ridiculous," you laughed dryly. "Look, Taehyung. I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now. I've been pissed off the whole evening telling everyone that you were caught up with work and I just couldn't take the disappointment on their faces, okay? It was... I don't know, it made me feel horrible. And you being here is not making anything better."

"God, I'm so sorry, ugh," Taehyung groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. "I feel like such a jerk."

"You are," you nodded. "I might regret this later but I'm really upset right now, and you're the last person I want to see. So just... just go back, will you?"

"Can't I stay?" He looked ashamed to even ask such a question. "I'll not disturb you, just let me be here with you, please."

"Goodness, you're being such a pain in my ass."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise you that, Jagiya."

Jeon Jungkook:

"What happened?!"

The loud bang of the door slamming shut almost gave you whiplash from how fast you turned to face Jungkook.

"What?"

"The interview, what happened?"

Jungkook was almost on his knees, huffing and looking into your eyes with concern in his own.

"I totally forgot about it, but what happened? Did you get through?"

You could only stare at him in disbelief.

"Did you?"

"No, Jungkook," you stated simply. "I didn't."

"What the fuck?" His eyes grew wide. "Why?!"

"Why don't you go ask them?" You rolled your eyes, turning back to face your laptop screen. "And shut the door gently while you're at it, will you?"

"Baby, are-" Jungkook coughed, still trying to catch his breath. "Are you upset with me?"

Staring at the screen in front of you, your eye twitched.

"I can't believe you're asking me that."

"You are?" The man had the audacity to seem shocked.

Blinking numbly, you slowly turned to face him with a look of utter disbelief.

"You forgot about my interview - with the company that I've been dreaming of working with for your kind information - you didn't show up, even though you promised you would help me calm my nerves before you'd drive me there, didn't fucking call me once the whole day today and you ask me if I'm upset with you?"

"I forgot... I really did, baby. I suddenly remembered in the middle of practice session today, and I came running instantly."

"Wow, thank you so much for doing me the biggest favor, honestly."

Jungkook frowned, finally noticing how affected you were by the whole situation.

"Babe," he murmured softly, walking to your chair and holding a hand out.

"Don't," you warned him. "Don't even think of touching me right now."

"I'm sorry," he whispered guiltily. "I nearly had a heart attack when I remembered about today. I swear it wasn't intentional, I genuinely forgot about it. Please, forgive me."

"I don't want to, Jungkook," you shook your head lightly. "I got rejected up to my face by the person I look up to, I got stood up by my own boyfriend when I needed him the most, what do you expect me to do? Look past this? Act as if everything's normal?"

"No," his eyebrows were pinched together, a light pout playing over his lips. "No, of course not. I understand. If you need time, then that's okay. I can leave if you wish."

"Well, you-"

"But I can stay back if you need me. In any way," he offered gently. "We don't have to talk if you don't want that. But I can cook you dinner, I can clean up, I know that makes you feel more at peace."

"Jungkook, you-"

"Please, let me do this much for you. It's the least I can do, given the situation. Don't say no."

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Your husband is determined to make things up to you after falling asleep on your anniversary and missing out on the surprise you had planned for him...

💎 Pairing: husband!taehyung x reader

💎 Word Count: 2.4k

💎 Rating: 18+

💎 Genre: Husband au, anniverysary au, smut, fluff

💎 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (this one is straight into the smut lol), oral (f receiving), making out, hair pulling, dirty talk, marking/biting, groping, scratching, cum eating, brief handjob, teasing, unprotected sex (be safe out there pls), multiple orgasms, dresser sex that’s also mirror sex, brief spanking, mention of possessiveness, brief choking, rough sex, but also they’re married and so in love with each other so it’s also soft™️

A/N: So funny story, I actually wrote most of this immediately after writing and posting Pillow Prince, but I went into a creative and writing slump right after, so I never felt motivated or inspired enough to finish it. Until now that is, thank you Grammy’s Tae 🙏 This is technically the follow up to the Pillow Prince drabble, but it also can just be read as a standalone anniversary drabble too. This is the first time I’ve been able to write in months, so hopefully that means I’m coming out of this rut and will be able to get back to writing more regularly and consistently soon! Thank you as always for your love and support and understanding and patience, and I hope you enjoy this if you decide to read it 💜 Also my possums as always have been so supportive and encouraging to me during this difficult time of struggling to write and I love and appreciate all of you endlessly 🥺 Especially @thatlongspringnight and @miscelunaaa for giving me encouragement and advice when I was feeling so stuck, I truly couldn't have finished this without both of you 🥰Last thing is that since this starts off with the smut immediately the fic will be under the cut!!

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"I cannot believe you didn't wake me up for this."

"Baby, you've been, fuck, working so hard this week. You deserved to just rest, oh God Taehyung."

It was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on any kind of conversation when you were propped up against the mirror of your dresser with your husband's head between your legs.

It was the day after your official anniversary, and since Taehyung had passed out on the couch last night, you had decided to try to give him his surprise as soon as he walked in the door from the gym. This had resulted in your husband literally rushing you to scoop you into his arms bridal style before carrying you into your bedroom and setting you on top of the dresser.

His fingers had quickly undone the barely there knot of your black silk robe, greedy hands and sinful mouth immediately descending on your exposed skin. Teasing and torturing you until he had finally settled at your dripping core, diving in to taste you without a moment of hesitation.

Your nails dug into his scalp as you tugged at his soft strands. His hair was still partially pulled back into a ponytail from his workout earlier, and the visual you were treated to every time you glanced down had you coming undone under his skilled mouth that much faster.

"Tae...baby...stop for a minute…please." you panted out, and your husband was instantly surfacing from your cunt, lips glossy with you.

"Baby, what is it? Did I hurt you?" Taehyung asked, eyes reflecting the concern in his voice.

You shook your head as you tried to regain your composure, "No, nothing like that, I promise. It's just that, this was supposed to be your present. Soooo shouldn't I be the one going down on you?"

Your husband chuckled at that, briefly flashing his boxy grin. He stood up fully before capturing your lips in a messy kiss, and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Taehyung pulled back slowly, teeth nipping and dragging out your bottom lip as he did so.

"Your pleasure is my gift. I can't think of a better anniversary present than making my beautiful and amazing wife come for me." he said, voice raspy as he leaned his forehead against your own.

Your breaths mingled together as Taehyung gripped your thighs, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over your skin.

"I love you so much, Tae." you murmured into the small space between you as you trailed your fingertips up and down his arms.

"Mmm, I love you, baby. And I want you," your sharp gasp pierced the air as his fingers ghosted over your clit, "to come for me."

His teeth grazed your ear at the same time that you felt his touch circling your bundle of nerves again.

"You know, I worked up quite an appetite from the gym. And what I'm craving is, your sweet little cunt."

His words fell like the sweetest honey on your ears, and your walls constricted around nothing. Taehyung's gaze sent heat coursing through your body in every direction, his dark eyes trained on you as he lowered himself until his face was situated back between your legs.

"You might wanna hold onto something." he suggested, voice coming out slightly muffled.

Confusion washed over you, "Wait, why? Ahhh Tae!"

You squeaked in surprise, hands shooting out to grip the dresser on either side as Taehyung yanked you down to bury his face in your cunt once again. His hands dug harshly into your ass, practically suctioning you against his face.

He groaned, beautiful and deep, as he drank you in, and the vibration had your nails scratching against the wood frantically.

"Fuck, Taehyung. Oh God."

Your thighs threatened to lock around your husband's head as he continued fucking you vigorously with his tongue. His nose kept bumping against your aching clit, and you whimpered at the stimulation.

"Shit, baby. I'm close." you hissed, your head falling back against the mirror as your legs began to shake.

Taehyung grunted in response before switching his attention to focus on your clit. His lips closed around your bundle of nerves as he sucked it into the wet warmth of his mouth, sending sparks, bright and hot, shooting through you.

"Tae. Tae Tae Tae…"

You chanted his name over and over again, the weight of it on your lips the only thing keeping you grounded in reality, and not floating out of your body in ecstasy.

"Let go for me, baby. I wanna fucking taste you." Taehyung growled against you, and you could feel yourself starting to unravel with each swift flick of your husband's tongue.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Taeeeeeeee." you keened, the thread inside of you running out faster and faster.

He suddenly nipped sharply at your bud, and you shrieked as stars flooded your vision, soaking Taehyung's face and shirt with your release. Your husband moaned into your cunt before sucking and slurping at your messy folds, determined to clean you up until you were writhing in oversensitivity and weakly trying to push his head away.

He chuckled warmly, pressing adoring kisses all over your thighs and stomach as you tried to clear the post orgasm fog from your mind.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"There's one more thing I want for our anniversary."

"What's that, my love?" you asked breathlessly, Taehyung mouthing lazily against your neck.

"I want to feel my wife cum all over my cock. And, I want you to hop down and face the mirror, so you can see exactly what I’m doing to you. Think you can do that for me, baby?”

“Hmm.” you hummed as he slid the robe that was still barely hanging on your figure all the way off your shoulders, heat immediately blooming across your newly exposed skin as Taehyung’s lips moved over you, “Anything for my husband.”

Nothing turned you and Taehyung on more than the constant reminder that you were married, and belonged only to each other. It was evident in the way that Taehyung’s teeth had sunk into your shoulder as soon as the word had left your mouth. Before you knew it, you were being lifted into the air yet again, and then set down on the floor just as quickly. Your husband wasted no time as he tugged his t-shirt over his head and stepped out of his gym shorts and boxers.

Your mouth salivated at the sight of your very gorgeous and very naked spouse. You reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you slipped off your heels, now completely bare except for the dazzling diamond necklace that rested just above your breasts. Taehyung shamelessly ogled you, his eyes growing another shade darker as they focused on the jewels littering your neck and chest.

“I see you’re wearing your anniversary present.” he spoke up, deep voice distorted with want.

"Correction." you started, and Taehyung tensed as you ran your fingertips teasingly over his hard length, "I'm only wearing your anniversary present."

Your hand wrapped around his cock, and you began stroking him in earnest. You could literally hear the groan starting to rumble in your husband's throat.

"Fuck. Don't tease. I don’t wanna end up breaking our brand new dresser that your parents got us for Christmas, or you.” he warned, a devious smirk creeping across his features.

“Well, my love, I wouldn’t need to tease if my husband would just hurry up and fuck me already.” you challenged back, your hand pumping him faster.

You barely had time to register large hands wrapping around your waist and twisting you around to face the mirror on the dresser. Taehyung’s reflection loomed over you, looking like sin incarnate as his gaze found your own in the glass. Your hands curled around the wood in anticipation, nails digging in at the feeling of Taehyung’s cock prodding at your soaking entrance.

“Fuck. Tae?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Take your hair down.”

It was more a command than a request, and your husband’s smug grin stared back at you from the mirror.

“Mmm, and why’s that?”

“So I have something to hold onto.” you answered simply, reflecting a knowing look back at him.

Your eyes were glued to the glass as Taehyung reached up to undo his ponytail, gorgeous, long, dark locks falling to frame his handsome face. His teeth tugged at your ear as you felt him start to push into you, "Happy Anniversary, baby."

"Fucking shit, Tae." you swore as he sank further between your walls.

It didn't matter how many times your husband had fucked you, you still always loved the way his cock split you open. The all too familiar and delicious stretch already had pleasure blooming across your senses. Taehyung grunted behind you once he had buried himself in you completely, and the two of you looked back at your reflections for several moments.

Something about actually being able to see what you were doing to each other had you already clenching around him as a shiver ran through you.

"What's the matter, baby? You look so fucked out already," your husband in the mirror taunted as his lips dragged over the skin of your neck, and one of his large hands reached around to grope your breast, "and I'm just barely getting started with you."

You chuckled and swallowed the moan threatening to escape when Taehyung pinched your nipple between his fingers.

"I could say the same for you. What's the matter, baby? The gym must have really kicked your ass today if you can't even fuck your own wi-"

You were cut off by your own squeal in response to the harsh slap that Taehyung delivered to your ass.

"The real work out is getting my wife to fucking behave." he huffed out before swatting you again.

It was impossible to miss the way your face contorted in pleasure in the glass.

"Fuck. You know I have to keep my husband on his toes." you retorted, one of your hands reaching back to snake into his hair.

Taehyung hissed as your nails scraped against his scalp, “To be fair, you definitely managed that with your little anniversary surprise.”

Your proud little smile was mirrored back at you, along with the image of your husband’s hand once again sliding up your figure. You could almost make out the goosebumps left behind by his touch in the reflection. His long, slender fingers traveled higher still, fiddling with his anniversary present that adorned your bare skin.

Your breath hitched as his digits curled around the jewels with a hint of possessiveness, his hungry eyes seeking out your own in the mirror. Taehyung brought his mouth to your ear, the man in the glass a dark and sinister presence towering over your much smaller and shaking figure.

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered, hand fully tangling in the chain of diamonds and reaching higher until his fingers were splayed across your throat, "and all mine."

You let out a shameless moan as you let your head fall back against his chest, your free hand that wasn't pulling at his wavy strands struggling to find purchase on the dresser in front of you. You felt the drag of your husband's cock inside you as he started to slowly draw back out.

"Fuck, baby. You're so sexy. I love you so much, I'm so lucky." Taehyung rasped in your ear before slamming back into you, his hand around your neck tightening just slightly.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you were literally rocked forward by the force of his thrust.

"Shit." you cursed, followed by a series of giggles as the dresser rattled from Taehyung's movements.

Your husband chuckled behind you, "So maybe us breaking the dresser wasn't actually a joke after all."

You spent a moment taking in the couple being reflected back to you. The two people breathing hard and laughing slightly. The husband and wife, who in their passionate desperation to fuck, had failed to account for the mechanics of having rough sex against a piece of furniture.

"Yeah, uh, this was hot in theory, but I really don't wanna end up hurting you." Taehyung spoke up again, his voice much softer this time and laced with his concern for you.

You pressed a kiss to his jaw since it was all you could reach at the moment.

"Why don't we take this to the bed so you can fuck me like you mean it?" you suggested, teeth nibbling along his perfect jawline.

You had barely processed the growl that slipped out from the man behind you before you felt Taehyung's cock slipping from you as you were once again being maneuvered into the air. Your back was hitting the plush sheets of your bed moments later, with your husband's weight immediately descending upon you.

He wasted no time before burying himself inside you once again, and you cried out as your hands clutched at his back. With the dresser no longer an issue, Taehyung easily started back up with his harsh punishing thrusts. Your screams and moans filled the space between you and mixed with his own sounds of pleasure and exertion. You held onto each other so tightly that both of you were sure to have marks from the other in the morning.

You were both already so wound up from all the teasing and foreplay that you knew it wouldn't be long before you were reaching your high together. Taehyung was giving you everything he had, and you tried to reciprocate as best as you could with the energy you had left.

Your orgasm overtook you so suddenly that you couldn't even warn him, but you didn't have to because your husband was following right behind you. You came right after each other with his hand once again twisted in diamonds and wrapped around your neck, breathless "I love yous" dying on both of your lips.

Taehyung carefully collapsed on top of you a moment later, bodies sticking together as both of your chests heaved up and down. You held him close to you as your fingers gently threaded through his wild and messy hair. Your husband hummed against your skin, his own digits lazily drawing patterns into your side.

"Please don't ever let me sleep through an anniversary present again." he mumbled quietly, and you could hear the sleepiness in his voice.

You gave a weak laugh, jostling Taehyung slightly, "Okay, my love, it's a promise."

[spideyhexx]

the cookout; b.b. + s. l.

pairing; bucky barnes + sylvie laufeydottir + female!reader

a/n: umm thank @vineridden for talking to me about this and our shared love of Sylvie and Bucky. I couldn't help myself. Pls reblog/comment/give feedback!

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summary: Sylvie picks up on you and Bucky thirsting over each other and decides to do something about it...and perhaps involve herself.

NSFW 18+ Minors DNI please!!!

WARNINGS: mom's best friend!sylvie. college aged reader and bucky. dirty talk. threesome. grinding. spitting. soft dom!sylvie. some sub!bucky. some dom!reader. oral (female receiving). fingering. unprotected sex. facial. handjob. spanking. kind of edging. some voyeurism. use of the word "whore"

word count: 4.3k (oops)

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Sizzling grills, water splashing, and the loud chatter erupts from your backyard.

Well, more specifically, your parent’s backyard. It’s not uncommon for them to throw huge cookouts, but this one was big. It’s an anniversary, welcome home, birthday, all the major events tied into one.

You didn’t mind these parties, but part of you wished you could just skip it and stay locked away in your room all day.

It was all good and fun, but the amount of people your parent’s would invite could become quite overwhelming.

One of the only good parts was Bucky. You hadn’t seen him in a couple months, due to the two of you attending different colleges, but that never stopped your frequent texts.

He lived in the house next door, your whole lives spent just a few paces away.

Getting through these parties together almost felt like a tradition. But this time, there was something different in the air.

You did not expect to be hit with a wave of awe as you watched Bucky greet your parents. He was always handsome and perhaps not physically seeing him for a bit made him look better, but shit was he gorgeous. His tight t-shirt was hiding nothing, making the muscles he worked hard on strain more prominently.

And you internally rolled your eyes at his swim trunks that had a cat pattern on them. Seems as though he still loved silly designs.

Your breath catches when he spots you, a grin spreading across his face as he jogs over.

“Flower! God, I’ve missed you,” Bucky says, pulling you right in for a hug. You want to tell him you missed hearing that nickname, but decide against it.

“Missed you too, Buck! Are you ready for a long night?” Bucky smirks at your statement.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you clarify and Bucky still has the smirk on his face. His hands have not left your waist and you wonder if he could tell how much of an effect it has on you.

“I know, just teasin’. Did you hear Sylvie is coming?”

There’s the other good part about these cookouts. Sylvie, a friend of your mom’s.

It was only recently you started to develop a crush on her. With her witty comebacks and smooth accent, it was hard not to.

You might’ve drunkenly admitted your crush on her to Bucky during a late night phone call and he has not forgotten. I

t was easy for you to confess this crush, but somehow not the one you had begun to develop on Bucky himself. You felt a little ashamed that you have been developing feelings for your mother’s best friend, but nothing would ever happen, right?

Bucky tilts his head and pinches your waist.

“You’re already gettin’ lost in your thoughts thinkin’ about her!”

“Oh stop, you think she’s hot too,” you tease, your voice a tinge too loud and Bucky shushes you, putting a finger on your lips.

He did think she was hot.

Bucky revealed his crush on Sylvie as well when you first talked to him about it.

Since then, the two of you joked about it pretty often, but now was your first time seeing her since you’ve acknowledged the little (maybe big) crush.

“Hey Bucky!” One of your cousin’s calls out to him and he looks back at them, before turning to you.

“I’ll see you in the pool?” He questions and you nod, watching as he runs off to talk to more people.

He trips in his flip flops and you burst out laughing, not being able to contain it. Bucky whips his head to look at you and flips you off.

You take one last look at how good his back looks in his shirt before migrating to the lounge chairs, hoping there’s a free one.

That is when you spot Sylvie, laid back in one of the chairs, a drink in her hand.

You take a deep breath before approaching the seat next to her. She smiles widely when she notices you.

“Gonna give me a hug, flower?”

Sylvie beamed, placing her drink down to pull you in for a hug.

Flower.

You could not decide if it sounded better coming from Sylvie or Bucky. Relishing in Sylvie’s hug, you have to stop yourself from pouting when she pulls away just a bit too soon.

“How’re your studies going? I know you were practically jumping to get away from here?” She asks, settling back into her chair.

“School’s good, it feels nice to be around so many new people but, I’ve missed being home if I’m being honest,” you say and she nods in understanding.

“I know I’ve missed seeing you around, flower.”

A heat rushes across your face and you’re happy it’s hot enough outside to keep a facade up. You turn your head away from her, fearing you would end up lost in her eyes.

What you did not expect was for your eyes to lock onto the sight of Bucky taking his shirt off. It’s as though he meant to take it off in slow motion as he carefully lifts it over his head and throws it onto a chair. He puts one foot in the pool and retracts it.

You can vaguely hear him yelling about it being cold.

Bucky sits at the edge of the pool, letting his legs get used to the temperature.

He runs a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already is. Sylvie clears her throat and you turn to her.

“He is an attractive man, isn’t he?”

Her question catches you off guard for a moment, but nonetheless, you answer.

“Yeah, he is.”

A slight weight falls off your chest at admitting it, but how could you not?

Sylvie smirks, “Don’t look now, but he’s checking you out.”

You go to look anyway and sure enough, he’s gazing at you. Bucky turns his attention to a bowl of chips once he notices you caught him.

“You two are so adorable,” Sylvie says.

“Are we?”

She scoffs and leans in closer to you, almost whispering.

“Very much. You’re taking turns checking each other out.”

You laugh and look back at Bucky, who’s decided to lay back in a chair, his legs spread just enough for you to squeeze your thighs together.

“You should go over to him and sit on his lap,” Sylvie mused, chuckling at your shocked expression.

“What?! No, no I can’t do that Sylvie!”

“Why not? He was looking at your bum and now he’s rubbing his thigh, glancing at you like he’s waiting for you to take a seat.” You ponder her words for a moment.

Yes, sitting on Bucky’s lap sounded like a great idea, but you were a tad nervous.

“And I could tell you want him, honey. Do you know what eye fucking in? That’s what you’re doing.”

The fact that Sylvie could see so clearly through your lust filled eyes also managed to send sparks around your body.

“If he rejects you, you can sit in my lap. Now go, flower!”

Well, you couldn’t say no to that. Standing up, you adjust your swimsuit, then walk over to Bucky.

You run through what you should say once you’re by him, but you can’t decide on what would be best.

Too many thoughts are running through your head. Sylvie offering her lap. Her words about sitting in Bucky’s lap and the way his hands look even better against his thighs as you get closer.

“y/n,” he addresses.

“Can I..um, can I sit with you?”

Bucky raises his brow for a moment, but nods and pats a spot on the chair next to him.

“No, I mean, on you. On your lap,” you say and Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

“Sure you can, flower” he says cooly and he immediately wraps his arms around your waist as you settle against his chest, on his lap.

His hands feel warm against your skin, yet send a shiver up your spine. You allow yourself to lay your head on his shoulder, shifting around in his arms to get more comfortable.

“Careful,” Bucky mumbles, clearing his throat. It doesn’t take long to realize you shouldn’t squirm too much.

But you want to. You catch Sylvie’s eye and she smiles at you, raising her drink and then sipping from it.

“Did you have a good talk with her?” Bucky asks.

“Mmhm. She told me to sit here,” you confess, wanting to know his reaction.

He’s quiet for a moment before replying “Mischievous, huh?”

“Like always, but didn’t expect her to...help with this...I suppose.”

“I’m happy she did,” Bucky says, pressing a short kiss on your cheek.

You sit with Bucky for a bit, zoning out and trying to memorize the feeling of his hands splayed across your stomach.

How when he speaks, you can feel his breath hit the side of your face and his voice drops to a lower volume when he only wants to speak to you.

Being so caught up in your thoughts once more, you can’t help but squirm a bit, his arms tightening around you.

“You’re gonna cause a problem,” Bucky tells you, a slight smile playing on his lips. You push back against him and he contains a groan.

“Seems as though I already caused a problem.”

He chuckles and sighs deeply as you wiggle against him, reveling in how hard he’s gotten from your movements.

“We should go inside,” he mutters and you turn slightly to look at him.

“And do what?”

You feign innocence, but the smirk on your face tells Bucky you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

“Do I have to say it?”

You nod at him excitedly and he gently pushes your head to the side so he could lean his lips against your ear.

“I want to go inside so you could properly touch my cock, since you’ve had so much fun the past twenty minutes grinding against it.”

His words send a shudder through your body and you take one last glance at him before standing up. Bucky follows suit, placing a hand on your hip and keeping you close to his body to perhaps hide his rather big hard problem.

You lead him through the house to your bedroom. You don’t notice how fast you’re walking until Bucky pulls at your wrist and gently pushes you against the wall in the hallway.

“Slow down, flower,” he starts, bringing your hands up to his shoulders. He dips his head down to nudge your nose against his.

“Are you sure?”

You nod and Bucky, with a tinge of hesitance, presses his lips on yours. At first, the kiss is simple.

Bucky’s fingers rub against your sides gingerly and he’s taking his time to feel your mouth on his for the first time. You pull away first, your lips lingering on his own.

You catch your breath, not even realizing how fast your heart was beating. So many feelings are rushing through you, but the main urge coursing around is the one to smash his lips back onto you.

One of your hands drifts up to the back of his head to encourage his mouth back onto yours in a searing kiss.

His actions are a little more desperate as he nips at your top lip and presses his body closer to you. The strain in his swimsuit is undeniable and you whimper as you feel him pushing himself against your thigh. Bucky grunts and you trail your lips to his jaw.

Someone clears their throat and you and Bucky jump apart. Sylvie stands a couple feet away leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest and a playful smirk decorating her face.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she teases, gesturing for the two of you to continue. You look at Bucky and he’s already got his eyes back on you.

“I’m fine with it...if you are too,” he mutters, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

“It’s okay,” you reply, kissing him once more.

Heat pools in your belly knowing that Sylvie is watching you make out with Bucky.

“Tug at his hair, flower,” she murmurs and without hesitation you pull at Bucky’s hair, a soft noise escaping his mouth at the sensation.

“Little harder this time.”

You follow her instructions again, tugging hard, causing Bucky to buck his hips against you.

“See? He liked that,” Sylvie comments.

“Why don’t we go to y/n’s room? For more privacy.”

The fact that there’s a party right outside has completely glossed over your mind.

The strong desire to have this moment with not just Bucky, but Sylvie as well was enough to lead Bucky into your room, Sylvie following behind. She closes the door and locks it. She takes a seat in your desk chair.

“Continue...with what you were doing.” Her voice, firm yet soft must’ve been turning both you and Bucky on.

His cock looked like it was suffering from his shorts, while you could feel how soaked you’ve gotten since you first sat on Bucky’s lap.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.

You straddle him, gasping at the feeling of his hard cock right by where you needed him. Bucky kissed your neck, sucking softly around to find what spots made you weak.

“I bet she likes it right under her ear, Barnes.”

He quickly moved his lips to the spot and sure enough, it made you whimper. You shift in his lap, slightly grinding against him.

His hands fall to your ass, rubbing the skin and pushing you forward to continue grinding.

“Now, flower, look at his lips. What do they look like?”

Sylvie asked and Bucky pulled his head from your neck. You hold his jaw in your hand and gaze across his lips.

“Wet. Redder than usual.”

Sylvie hums as a response.

“Do you think those lips would feel good on your clit?”

You gasp at her words and Bucky smirks.

“I know they would,” Bucky remarks and Sylvie tsks at him.

“I’m not talking to you, Barnes. Be quiet.”

That wipes the smirk off of his face, but does not stop you from smiling.

“They would feel good.”

You answer, and Sylvie hums again.

“You wanna make them more wet? Spit on his lips. Don’t open your mouth, Barnes. You don’t deserve her spit in your mouth right now.”

Bucky groans and you swallow hard, suddenly a little nervous.

Sylvie seems to sense this and you feel her presence behind you. Her hands slide up your arms to your shoulders and she leans her lips close to your ear.

“It’s okay, flower. You’re already doing so good. I know you want to see Buck become a mess, so do it when you’re ready.”

Her praise really does things for you. You grip Bucky’s jaw tighter, his eyes blown out as he looks up at you.

You gather saliva in your mouth and spit directly onto his lips. He has a hard time keeping them closed, but he does it.

“Smear it against his lips now,” Sylvie says, still standing behind you. Using your thumb, you rub your spit onto his lips. Bucky takes a deep breath, probably trying to control himself.

“Do it again.”

You go through the motions once more, but as you smear the wetness across Bucky’s lips, he can’t help himself anymore. He takes your thumb into his mouth and sucks on it lightly.

You pull your thumb away from him and he whimpers.

“He didn’t listen. What are you going to do about it flower? Slap him? That would be sexy.”

“He would like it though, so not a punishment,” you say and Sylvie smiles.

“Hm you’re learning, honey.”

Sylvie places a kiss on your shoulder, the first time her lips have touched your skin so far.

“He does want to cum. He’s pressing so hard against me.”

Sylvie nods, “then we’ll edge him. He needs to put those pretty lips on you first anyways, right Barnes?”

“Yeah, right,” he stumbles out after clearing his throat.

“Switch spots and take the swimsuit off, flower” Sylvie commands.

You hop off of Bucky’s lap, slowly slipping off the bathing suit. You felt the stares of Bucky and Sylvie bore into your body, but Sylvie’s soft smile made you feel more comfortable.

You sit at the edge of the bed. Sylvie leans close so she could whisper only to you.

“Tell him to kneel,” she says. Your brow raises at her and she nods. Looking back at Bucky, you spread your legs, noticing how a blush is coating his cheeks.

“Kneel,” you say, not as confident as you would have hoped, but it still affects Bucky.

You could almost see how it made his cock twitch. Bucky drops to his knees, moving in between your legs.

“No touching,” Sylvie tells him and continues “only use your mouth. Make her cum.”

You rest one hand on Bucky’s head, close to tugging at it again when he immediately places his lips on your cunt. His tongue rolls through your folds as if he’s testing what feels good.

“Pull on his hair, flower. Use his mouth to get off.”

Bucky moans against you as you tug at his hair, pushing his face closer to your pussy. His tongue flicks at your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. You slowly start to move your hips, using his face, just how Sylvie told you.

“That’s it, flower. Fuck he’s really into your cunt,” Sylvie says, sitting next to you on the bed. She was right, even though you were moving against Bucky’s mouth, he was devouring you.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly, moaning whenever you gasped out his name.

“She’s close, Barnes.” Sylvie did not need to say it, but hearing it made you moan louder.

“That’s a bit too loud, honey,” she mumbles before turning your head and crashing her lips onto yours in a messy kiss.

The kiss combined with Bucky’s mouth sent you over the edge, your body exploding in pleasure. Sylvie pulls away and runs her thumb over your lip.

“Such a good girl. That felt good?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. Sylvie smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek, then the other. She trails wet kisses back to your lips and licks into your mouth.

“Am I going to get something now?”

You pull away from the kiss to look at Bucky, still on his knees, his cock still frustratingly hard.

“Don’t give us an attitude, Barnes. You’ll get your turn when we feel like it. Go sit on the chair,” Sylvie motions to the desk chair and Bucky begrudgingly takes a seat.

Even though he looks a little annoyed, he’s truly loving this. Loving that you were finally getting to do things with Sylvie...loving that he was making you feel good...and now...loving to watch.

“Can he touch himself?”

You ask, as if reading his mind.

“Your choice, flower.”

“Beg for it, Bucky.” Sylvie is surprised at your tone, but she smirks, looking expectantly at him.

“Let me touch myself, please. ‘M achin.”

His voice breaks a little and you can’t tell if he did it on purpose or not, but it does send a jolt of pleasure throughout your body.

“Go ahead.”

“But don’t cum,” Sylvie warns and she rids herself of her shorts and underwear. Bucky follows suit, taking his trunks off and grasping his cock in his hand.

“Do you want to touch me, honey?”

You nod and she points to the ground. Settling between her legs, your lips ghost over her clit. You look up at her.

“Spit on my cunt,” she says.

Bucky groans behind you and you have an urge to look at him.

You let your spit dribble onto her pussy, maintaining eye contact with her. It’s just now that you remember how insane this was, how bad it may be, but it’s felt so good.

Using your fingers, you spread the wetness on her cunt, smiling to yourself at the little noises she’s trying to keep hushed.

You prod one finger at her entrance, then slowly ease it in, locking your lips onto her clit. You suck lightly at first, trying to build up her release.

“You see how good she is at this, Barnes? Bet you want her lips on your cock, hm?”

You can’t see exactly how he responds, but you do catch a hurried curse under his breath and a wet slick of him stroking his cock.

You add another finger, Sylvie’s thighs squeeze against your head.

You curl them in sync with the sucking on her clit until she’s moaning your name and riding out her high. She bends down to kiss you, groaning at the taste of herself.

“Please let me fuck her,” Bucky whines and you both turn to look at him. He’s completely naked and flushed, his cock resting against his abdomen.

“Seems like he learned his manners,” Sylvie whispers to you, making you giggle.

“How do you want her, Barnes?”

Bucky contemplates, then stands up. He helps you up from the ground.

“Want her from behind,” he says, a low rasp in his voice.

“Do you want that, flower?”

You smile and jump on the bed, positioning yourself on your hands and knees.

You wiggle your ass a bit at him and Sylvie playfully smacks it, causing you to laugh.

“Still can’t cum until we say so,” Sylvie reminds him and then turns to you, “but you could cum whenever you want, honey.”

With that, Sylvie sits back at the desk chair to watch.

Bucky holds his cock by the base and rubs the tip up and down your cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, coating his dick in your wetness. You whine as he keeps teasing the tip at his entrance.

A few more strokes and Bucky pushes into you.

You both moan and Sylvie shushes the two of you.

“Please do remember there is a party going on,” she says and Bucky takes a moment to control himself.

The way you clench around him as he pushes himself into the hilt was enough to send him over the edge. But he held that back, focused on making you cum as quickly as possible.

He grips your hips as he steadily pulls out, then glides back in, creating a smooth rhythm. The sound of skin slapping and your short gasps fills the room.

“Spank her a little, Barnes. Not too hard though.”

Bucky does so, softly hitting your cheek and almost doubling over at how much you squeeze him when he does it again.

“Fuck, flower,” he grunts, picking up his pace.

You grip at the sheets beneath you and lower one hand to toy with your clit, still sensitive from when Bucky made you cum earlier.

“Talk dirty to her, I think she likes it,” Sylvie comments as Bucky leans down and swats your hand away to replace it with his own.

He rubs even faster circles on your clit.

“Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Bet you’ve been dreaming about this cock for a while yeah? Just like how you’ve dreamt of Sylvie.”

You whine at that, embarrassment threatening to flood in, but that’s quickly taken away when you hear Sylvie say “That’s cute, honey. I hope you dream of me more after this.”

Bucky pounds into you mercilessly, his fingers never letting up until you cry out his name a bit too loud.

He doesn’t seem to care and fucks you through your second orgasm, watching as you try to catch your breath.

“Help her to her knees, Buck.”

Bucky pulls out of you and you let out a small hiss at the emptiness. You’re tired, but you move quickly anyway, resting on your knees on the ground. Bucky’s cock was dripping with you and the little bit of precum that managed to escape.

Sylvie stands beside him, sliding her hand down his chest, then gripping his cock. Bucky throws his head back in a groan.

“Look at her, Barnes. She’s a little whore, isn’t she?”

Bucky moans, both at Sylvie’s words and the look you’re giving him.

“I think she wants your cum…” Sylvie trails off and looks at you.

It’s crazy how you feel like you know what she wants you to do...without her even saying it. You put your hands on Bucky’s thighs, feeling him tremble slightly.

Soon your mouth is open and you stick your tongue out, pleasantly waiting for him.

Sylvie jerks him off faster. What pushes him over the edge is your hand drifting up from his thigh to cup his balls.

His cum spills out of him, most of it landing on your tongue, but some onto your cheek as well.

“That’s a lot of cum for her, Barnes. Think she likes it?”

Bucky’s eyes struggle to stay open as he’s riding out his high, but he manages to watch as you swallow what was in your mouth. You wipe the rest of his cum off with your fingers and put them in your mouth, sucking them clean.

“Shit,” Bucky groans and you giggle.

You stand up and reach for your blanket, all of a sudden feeling a little cold completely naked. Bucky joins you on the bed.

“You didn’t really get to fuck anyone,” Bucky directs at Sylvie and she shrugs.

“We can’t spend too much time here. Besides, you both did well, I need to give you a reward next time.”

“Next time?”

You ask and she nods, smiling, leaning in close to you, her lips mere centimeters away.

“Of course, if that’s something you, or both of you want,” she mutters.

Sylvie is about to walk out of the door when Bucky says “I know flower here will definitely want more, you don’t even know how many times she’s told me about wanting to kiss you.”

“Bucky!”

You slap his arm and he cackles, laying back against your bed. Sylvie laughs too and sends you a wink before retreating.

Bucky’s gazing at you when you turn to him.

“What the fuck happened,” he jokes and you shake your head, snuggling onto his chest.

“Dreams came true?”

[howggswouldreact]

🏥 The Personification of Our Love | Kim Lip

Request: kim lip x reader where the reader is pregnant and goes into labor pls ~~~ love your blog ♡♡♡♡ Plot: Jungeun is waiting at the Hospital while Reader is in labor. Jungeun's mind flies to loving memories. Words: 2, 222 Genre: fluff, pregnancy Notes: i use to say "i loved writing this one" because i really do love writing things you all request me. and i loved writing this one. i love to write about things that involve family and friendship, etc. this one is the type to make my heart feel at peace... i hope you enjoy it and have a nice read! ♡♡

Maybe Jungeun shouldn't keep her eyes open for so long, without blinking. At least that's what Haseul was telling her all the time, but she wouldn't be aware of what her friend was saying until hours later, when the white doors were opened and a person wearing blue from head to toe told her that she was finally allowed to enter. For now, she had her hands cupped over her mouth, her feet tapping the floor in a frantic rhythm, her heart pumping blood like crazy.

Why couldn't things be like in the movies, where she could just have a camera filming everything that was going on in that room?

How was it going? How were you? And how was the baby? GOD, WAS THE BABY OKAY?

The movements of her feet accelerated even more and she felt the touch of a hand resting very cautiously on her knee.

"Stop doing that, you're looking like a maniac!", Hyejoo's voice, impatient and at the same time anxious, sounded beside Jungeun.

"I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.", she replied in a low voice, sweat forming on the corner of her forehead.

A huge, vibrant smile appeared in the blonde's vision and warm hands took hers, that were cold, in an affectionate squeeze. Jiwoo.

"How about if we go get something to eat? I'm sure there must be anything good in these machines full of food.”, said her longtime friend.

With a nod and letting Jiwoo guide her, Jungeun was pulled by the arm to a vending machine in the corner of the waiting room. While, in her mind, Jungeun was pulled for a few moments before what would be the greatest moment of her life (along with her wedding day, of course).

8 AM, same day

"Christ! It’s like I'm about to explode!", you said, putting your hand on your belly and feeling a twinge in your back.

"A beautiful, healthy child is going to appear from this explosion...", Jungeun started to speak, slowly approaching the bed, leaning on one knee and then the other. "And this child is very...", her hands landed on your belly, one of them over your right hand. "... very loved!"

"And we haven't even thought about the name of this beloved child yet."

You looked at her with a disapproving gaze.

"I don't want to decide anything right now because I think it will be more exciting to take this important decision when the time comes.", Jungeun shrugged without looking at you, she was very busy stroking your belly button.

"Maybe if you just let me..."

"Don't even think about it. This baby is mine too, you know?", the irritated tone disappeared from Jungeun's voice when her eyes met the playful glow of yours. She smiled.

"You know I would never make a decision like that without you, right?"

She nodded and lifted her body so she could kiss you, but there was a huge belly between the two of you - with a baby on the way in - and you started to laugh.

"Ahhhh!! So close yet so far!", dramatized Jungeun, as she lay down beside you and kissed your forehead and then your lips. "Now, close enough."

10 PM, the day before

"I still can't believe you chose this crackhead to be our baby's godmother...", you whispered to Jungeun, leaning on the doorframe while watching Jiwoo dancing some children's music and doing a super choreography in front of a camera.

Jungeun smiled at you.

"It's not like you didn't say 'oh, babe, I would never forgive you if I didn't choose Jiwoo to be our baby’s godmother', right?"

All the girls were there, they decided to have the first “Girls’ Pajama Party with the Baby” even before the baby was born. Not that you didn't love the idea, but to see Jiwoo carrying that camera everywhere was hilarious. You wouldn't miss an opportunity to make fun of it.

"You have to understand that I have hormones. Many! And they are crazy running back and forth, telling me what to do all the time! It's not like everything I say is valid while pregnant. Plus: I didn’t know she would do this Good Luck Charlie sort of thing."

With a mischievous look, Jungeun brought her face close to yours, smiling like a mischievous child.

"So it means that I am right deciding that the baby's one-year birthday should be Taeyeon-themed."

You gave her an angry look.

"I've been carrying our beautiful baby for nine months. If it were to honor someone on their one-year anniversary, it should be me."

A warm laugh from the bottom of Jungeun's heart filled your ears. She came over and wrapped her right arm around your waist while her left hand was over your protruding belly. None of you had reached such a full level of happiness like this before.

"Don't worry... Taeyeon won't be a party theme, I promise." she kissed your face. "It's so easy to annoy you lately. But there's no need to worry. The one-year anniversary theme will be Harry Potter, anyways."

You rolled your eyes trying to hide a smile. Jungeun noticed it. She always did. She smiled back and stroked your belly once more. It was difficult to know which of you two was most anxious for the family to be finally complete.

5 months ago

"Come on, say something very beautiful and with enough meaning, because then I will edit with a ballad song in the background."

Jiwoo was pointing the camera at you, whose lips were covered with doritos crumbs and ice cream, while Jungeun held up a jar of that same ice cream that you dipped the spoon from time to time.

"I can only think of how bizarre these mixtures become each month, I have no idea what beautiful things I can say.", Jungeun spoke while giving you a judgmental look. “I can’t believe my baby is eating… this.”

"Just say my name, so you will say one of the most beautiful things in the world.", you replied, raising your eyebrows as you dipped the tip of the doritos in the pistachio green and put it whole in your mouth.

"Grooooooss.", Jiwoo hummed as she turned the camera to her face. "I hope you don't have to deal with this often."

You two were at Heejin's apartment, decided to stop by as you were walking around the neighborhood looking for that ice cream flavor. Yeojin and Jiwoo went to meet you. This was yet another visit for the future "aunts" of the baby to come.

"I will definitely deal with them to keep you safe." Yeojin noted, beside Jiwoo and staring at the camera.

"Don't worry. We will protect you from anything that might negatively affect you, even if it means taking you away from these delinquents' arms." Heejin said, joining the other two.

"An army against us?", Jungeun asked as you put one of those doritos in her mouth.

They giggled. Another scene for the baby's life documentary, directed exclusively by Kim Jiwoo.

7 months ago

"Well... maybe we should... maybe we should buy baby things? Or set up the baby's room?", You suggested, astonished by the news that, finally, you were going to have a baby.

With the results of the exam in hands, Jungeun was very quiet on the way home. Parking the car in the garage of the building where you lived together, you waited for an answer to your questions.

Pregnant? Who knew you would be pregnant? Well, it was your dream two months ago. You both decided to make this dream come true. But it was a short while ago, actually. And you were not expecting a positive response so quickly. On the first try? Wow! This was really fast.

You noticed Jungeun's trembling hands and, now that you were pregnant, you would have a child of both of you, increasing the "family with our shape" because it's gonna be "the personification of your love", as the blonde said a few times. You wondered if she regretted it. After all, it would affect both your lives on a large scale, even though it was, at the moment, no more than the size of a bean.

"Look, I... I understand if you don't want to say anything. I will respect your space, but I thought it was our decision and..."

"Could you excuse me for a moment?", Jungeun said, in a whispering voice, and getting out of the car.

You understood that you shouldn't go after her and you were left with no reaction to her words. Meanwhile, outside the car, in the light of the vehicle's white headlights, the blonde of exuberant beauty and small body read the exam again, a growing smile on the pink lips that you loved to kiss so much.

Suddenly, to your shock, she let out a cry mixed with laughter and jumped in the air. It was as if, there, in that deserted garage and with you in the car, there was a space where Jungeun could celebrate it with vivacity. She was just so full of joy!

She was just as happy as you are, obviously! She just needed to find a place to outsource it, a moment when she could be free, a place where she could celebrate it!

Jungeun's hands held the test results as if they were holding the most precious thing in her life. And, somehow, it was.

You flashed the headlights in sync with her leaps and, watching her body turn to the car, her dark brown eyes staring into the glass, you knew what she would say and you both said at the same time, in a whisper only your hearts could hear.

"I love you."

Back to Present – 3 AM

Keeping a packet of m&m's in her jacket pocket, saving it for you to eat later, Jungeun finished eating a strawberry cereal bar, chewing slowly as the girls entered into a conversation to try to calm their spirits. In fact, everyone there was looking forward to you and the baby being well and being able to receive visitors as soon as possible.

Jinsoul told a story of her adolescence and the girls highlighted some parts, asked a few things and laughed. But Jungeun's mind was just a few feet from that waiting room.

Were you in pain? Was the baby finding the way out safely? Was the baby healthy? Were you okay?

She had no way of knowing. She went to the bathroom, the girls followed the blonde head with concern as she crossed the room to the door with a blue sign written "toilet".

When closing the door already inside the bathroom, every sound coming from outside was isolated. Jungeun turned the tap on and felt the cascade of water flowing through her fingers, finding some calm with that, since the only person who could give her the biggest amount of peace was in labor.

She washed her face and dried it with paper, stared at her reflection and realized she was pale. She would only regain color when she could finally see you and the baby.

She put her hand on the door handle again, turning it, and when she closed the door behind her, she noticed that all the girls were standing, staring at the beginning of the corridor. Her face turned in the same direction, where a nurse was standing still, noticed the movement of the woman's lips and the signal for her to follow her on a path. That woman would take Jungeun's to where her heart belonged.

"I wish you were with me... with us at the moment…", you whispered.

"The nurses didn't let me in, babe, but I'm here now..."

Jungeun was almost crouched beside the bed, her face close to yours. She reached up and stroked your cheekbones, touching your forehead with hers.

“How was it?”, she asked.

“It was like I was shitting a coconut.”

Her throat exploded with a pleasurable laugh, making you laugh along, even though you felt a lot of pain in your entire body. Tiredness was overwhelming you, but not enough to see your baby again.

"I only saw our baby for about 5 seconds and I was barely able to see that little face before they did the cleaning and exams."

Your voice was a whisper and Jungeun shook her head, as if she told you not to worry about it, and then she gave you a peck.

When the nurse came into the room and placed the baby in your arms, Jungeun was already crying. She never thought that your love could take on a human shape, so small, fragile and beautiful.

"Oh, God... I love you both so much..." she said, letting those strong tears run down her clean face as she bent down to kiss the top of the baby's head very gently.

That little body, with small hands, gripped her finger firmly and you knew that you would not let anything in the world do anything to destroy that purity. Jungeun felt the same way. Somehow, you knew that. You felt that. Perhaps because you had known her for a long time. Perhaps it was because of love. But you did knew. And she also knew that, whatever happened, her family would always be the homewhere your hearts could rest.

[mistymark]

the one with the anniversary.

part of the one year anniversary drabble project // mark lee x reader // 1.5k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which mark forgets your anniversary, but its okay because so do you

warnings; angst, profanity, pure devastation

requested; yes :) - @shizziebo said “Could you please write a scenario with 21. For mark???”

notes; another request done ??? // also pls dont hate me for the angst I realised like 80% of the prompts are angsty as fuck // prompt is; “we aren’t even in the same book, let alone on the same page.”

You couldn't believe how shit it felt to realise your boyfriend had forgotten about your three year anniversary. But you also couldn’t believe that it felt so much worse to realise you’d forgotten about it as well. 

It was after work, you’d come home late because you were working on a project overtime with your team. It was 11pm and you walked in the door, your apartment having been untouched since the morning, as was expected. Mark still wasn’t home yet, probably out studying at the library or hanging out with his friends, and you felt kind of relieved to have silence for a little bit, feeling almost at peace after a hectic day at work. 

That was until you walked to grab a cold drink from the fridge, the (mostly unused) calendar on the fridge only having mark’s dentist appointment and another key date on it; your anniversary. Surprised, you double checked the date on your phone. Sure enough, it was your two year anniversary with your boyfriend, and you had totally forgotten. 

Pulling out your phone, you sent him a quick text, “what time are you going to be home?” 

He responded almost instantly “ill be home in the morning, Johnnys pissed and I wanna make sure he gets home okay. that alright?” 

You tell him that of course it’s okay for him to take care of Johnny. However, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest as you realise that neither of you had remembered. 

Last year, you'd both been excited to celebrate your first anniversary, organising your celebratory dinner and planning it weeks in advance. You’d sent each other texts jokingly warning the other about what would happen if they forgot, but, of course, neither of you did. You’d talked about it on your dates, asking each other the dumbest questions like “do you think the anniversary date will be better just because it’s important?” and “does this mean were married now?”. 

As you thought about it, you realised something else, too. Truth be told, you hadn't been on a date with mark in over a month. You both were happy to say you were busy and just postpone it - a movie you'd both wanted to see you ended up seeing with a friend the day before the screenings closed. Mark watched it with his friends at Johnny’s place a few weeks later. 

You hadn't thought that maybe you'd been drifting apart until now, when the change in your relationship that had occurred in just a year was so evident. You sat at the kitchen counter at almost midnight, your head in your hands as you tried to think of the last time you'd done anything normal couples would do with Mark, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks when you couldn’t think of anything, only realising for the first time that the fact that you loved him so much was no longer enough to sustain a relationship with him.

Mark didn’t remember your anniversary until he managed to get Johnny into his bed, a hefty task for someone much shorter than Johnny. Still drunk, Johnny mumbled, “I’m sorry you’re spending your anniversary with me and not with your girlfriend.” 

Mark spun around in the doorway, “What?” 

“It’s May 4th right? Star Wars day. That’s your anniversary isn't it? I remember you told me last year. You’re both huge nerds so it’s fitting,” Johnny drunkenly laughed, his face contorting in pain as he rolled over, his head spinning. “You can take the couch if you like. I need to sleep.” 

Mark nodded as he closed the door softly. He sat on Johnn’ys couch at almost midnight and pulled his phone out, staring at your text, asking when he was going to be home. 

He typed out a few messages before deleting them all, dropping his phone to the floor and lying back against the couch. His arm rested across his face as he tried to drift to sleep, the thoughts running through his head preventing sleep from taking him until much later.

When he got home the next day, you had already left, and despite living with you for almost a year, it took mark way too long to figure out where you'd be. He debated on whether to surprise you with something, but decided against it when he realised he would just be doing it because he felt obliged. He sent you a text, “can we talk?”

You received the text as you were exiting the bathroom, and quickly responded, “yeah. ill be home in about two hours. you?”

His response was simple, void of emotion, “okay.”

You knew you needed to talk to him, but you still dreaded the conversation. You knew you loved him. So so so much. You also knew it wasnt enough.

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“Did you know our anniversary was yesterday?” You ask Mark, placing your things on the kitchen counter. Your tone isn’t harsh or accusing, but the question still makes him wince.

“Yeah,” he said, he briefly looks up to look you in the eye. “Johnny told me.”

“Johnny told you?” You furrow your eyebrows. Fancy the only person who remembers being your boyfriend’s best friend. “At least he remembered.”

“You didn’t, right?” Mark’s suddenly worried you hadn’t forgotten.

“No,” you sigh. You’re standing at opposite ends of the kitchen, staring at each other, “I didn’t.”

“That’s kind of concerning, isn’t it?” He tries to smile a little, but you can tell it’s forced.

You nod your head, biting your lip in thought, looking at your feet.

“I feel like-,” he starts.

“We’re drifting apart,” you finish for him, and his eyes meet yours in understanding.

There’s silence for a moment, “I really love you, y/n.”

You chuckle sadly, and at his words you can feel tears prickling your eyes.

“It’s just not working out. For either of us.”

You nod in agreement, and your silence makes him want to cross the distance between you and embrace you, hold you tight against him and tell you it’s going to be okay, that you’ll get through it.

He doesn’t. “I love you, too, Mark,” a single tear slides down your face, and you see Mark glance up at the ceiling, clenching his jaw to stop any tears from falling from his own eyes. “I think we should call it.”

His eyes snap to yours. He’d been predicting this - planning this, even - but it still hurt to hear you say those words.

“I think we should break up,” you nod to yourself, as if to further persuade yourself of your own decision.

He hums in agreement. “I wish we could work this out. Us, I mean,” he says, his voice small. He looks around your shared apartment, the small habitat in which you’d coexisted. 

The kitchen bench that he’d breakfast at every morning, always sitting in the seat on the right because you always sat in the left, even on the morning you weren’t there to eat with him. The couch you used to watch movies on together, cuddled up together under a blanket on a couch that could barely fit you both. He couldn’t even remembered the last time you'd watched a movie together. The calendar on the fridge, looking dejectedly empty, a stark contrast to the months previous, covered in fun outings and dates that you’d planned together.

“I think,” you start. Suddenly, you don’t know how to phrase your thoughts. “I think the fact that neither of us seemed concerned until our anniversary proves that we need to do this. That we can be happy without each other.” You give him a sad look when you see him clench his eyes shut briefly, whispering, “We’re just not on the same page, you know.”

On the other side of the kitchen, Mark sniffs, blinking rapidly, refusing to let himself cry; not when you were right. “We’re not even in the same book; let alone on the same page.” He pauses, in lost in thought for a moment. “I’ll stay at Johnny’s for a bit,” he states decisively, but there’s a slight choked up feeling in his voice as he attempts to swallow the lump in his throat. “I’ll grab a few things for the week. We can sort out the apartment contract next month.”

You nod. Silence settles over you both as you think to yourselves.

Suddenly, Mark is closing the distance between you two, his arms wrapping over your shoulders to pull you against his chest, “I’ll miss you.” You can hear how choked up he is, “So fucking much.”

Finally letting the tears fall in quick succession, you let out a shaky breath as you bury your face in chest, fingers clutching at his sweater, knowing it’ll probably be the last time you’re able to touch him like this.