#idk anime girl giggled and covered my face? weird times like i knew i was bisexual then idk why i did that

[viovio]

i swear i had some weird fucking childhood crushes but i can't remember em

[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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Trials and Tribulations - Spencer Reid x Reader

chapter twelve of “all bets are off”

there is no amount of preparation that is sufficient enough for your life anymore tbh

warnings: smut, bondage, edging, overstim, more intense degradation than usual idk i was in a mood

Day number one of being officially involved with Spencer, and it was already a doozy. 

When you had arrived at work you had entirely expected some sort of subtle sexual spectacle to occur. You had already fucked at work once, so you went in prepared for absolutely anything sexual that could be thrown your way. However, to your utmost surprise, there was absolutely nothing. In fact, Spencer had been all-but ignoring you the entire day. He said hello, sure, but when you lingered at the coffee pot for a little bit longer than usual, expecting him to come up and make some conversation, he didn’t even throw a glance your way. You didn’t even have the strength to be disappointed, the only emotion you could muster was confusion. For the first time in a week your workday was completely normal. Things were somehow less sexual now that you had agreed to sexual things. What the fuck?

When you made it to the end of the workday without incident you had convinced yourself that the previous two nights had been a fever dream and there was nothing between you and Spencer at all. The only indication of that being untrue were the bruises you had worked so hard to cover on your neck. You couldn’t take it anymore. It’s not like you wanted Spencer’s attention or anything, but he couldn’t give you the cold shoulder after everything you had been through. As you walked through the parking lot you saw him, and you let your emotions get the best of you, jogging up behind him and pouting.

“Hey.” You called out. He stopped, turning on his heel. You swore you saw that cocky look you had come to despise flash on his face for a moment.

“Hey Y/N.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you like… mad at me? Or something?” You questioned. It was the only reason you could think of for him to behave this way. 

“You think I’m mad at you?” He repeated. Nice way to not answer the question. 

“Well, yeah. I dunno, you’ve just been acting weird all day.” You explained.

He let out an amused huff. “What? Not used to not getting my undivided attention?” He teased.

“N-No! It’s not just that. You’re just being all weird and reclusive.” You groaned. “So are you mad at me or what?”

“No,” He chuckled. “I’m not mad at you. I just knew you were expecting something out of me today, and it’s no fun when you expect it. I guess it worked as an effective form of punishment, though. Wouldn’t you say?”

What? Punishment? Is that what this had been?  “Would you care to tell me why I’m being punished?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“What other reason would there be for punishment? You broke one of the rules. And there are only two of them so far, so that’s quite a difficult task. But somehow you managed to do it.” He told you, seeming amused by the look of immediate defiance on your face.

“Huh? I didn’t break shit!” You exclaimed. “I literally don’t know what you’re talking about, dude.” You added. Yikes. Now you were just giving him genuine reasons for punishment. Maybe you really did need to learn how to control your mouth.

“Oh come on. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Like I said, we only have two established rules. There aren't many options here.” He waited for you to come to the answer on your own, watching expectantly.

Two rules. Right. You had asked for his permission to cum, so the only thing left was... oh, no fucking way. “Spencer, if you’re trying to tell me that I broke a rule by masturbating without asking I swear to god.” You whisper-yelled. “I hadn’t even agreed to this whole thing yet. The rule wasn’t even implemented at the time.” 

He raised a brow, a doubtful look in his eyes. “Is that how you see it?”

“It’s not how I see it, Spence, it’s how it is.” You retorted. “What kind of punishment is ignoring me, anyway. A stupid one.” You groaned, running a hand through your hair in frustration. 

“Well, I agree, there’s definitely a point to be made about if you truly broke the rules, that’s why the ‘punishment’ was so minimal.” He began. You nodded along, agreeing. “But,” You felt your stomach drop a bit. But? “If you’re going to complain about the simplest, ‘stupid’ punishments like this, I guess I can forgo trying to extend the same courtesy in the future. And let me remind you,” He took a step closer to you, leaning down a bit. “I’m the one in charge here.  If I decide I want to bend you over my knee and leave bruises on that pretty little ass of yours, or tie you to the bed and watch you cry and beg for me to let you cum, I can. And the funny part is, I bet you wouldn’t even fight it once I started, would you? For someone who likes to complain, you never seem too opposed to what I do to you,” He spoke under his breath, slowly. You swore he could probably hear your heart beating out of your chest. He straightened himself a bit, voice returning to a normal volume. “Besides, if it was up to you to decide when and how you get punished I doubt it would be an effective form of discipline.”

You felt your heartbeat speed up. Okay, this was more like it. This is what you had expected today. “Maybe I’d respect your decisions more if they made more sense, genius.” You shrugged, mind racing with thoughts of him doing all the things had said and more. If that’s what his idea of punishment was you weren’t too scared about egging him on even more.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you and the beep of a car being unlocked. “Hey, guys. Was there some sort of parking garage party I wasn’t invited to?” Derek grinned, approaching you.

“Oh, you know I’m not the partying type.” Spencer chuckled.

“Maybe, but little miss Y/N over here could bring the party animal out of anyone, if you know what I mean.” Morgan teased. 

“Is that how you see me?” You feigned offense.

 “It’s a compliment, doll, I promise.” He laughed.

There was a brief silence before Spencer spoke. “Well, thanks for talking me to about that case, Y/N. I won’t hold you any longer, I know you have plans tonight.”

Confusion washed over you. What? Case? Plans tonight? You stared at him, and he met your eyes, and you swallowed, realizing what he was doing. Alright. Apparently you had plans tonight. “Oh, right. Yeah. Any time, Spence. See you later. Bye, Derek!” And with that, you turned on your heel, walking off to your car.

 You got the text at 9 pm. You waited a few minutes to reply, making sure it didn’t look like you had been waiting for your phone to buzz. Which you totally hadn’t.

‘Are you home?’

You smirked to yourself. Why not fuck with him a bit more? ’Nope.’

‘Oh? Where are you, then?’

You thought for a moment. What would piss him off? ‘Remember my friend I got dinner with? He’s in town again. I thought we could get dinner again since I had to leave so rudely last time.’ 

You saw the bubbles indicating Spencer was typing for a moment until they disappeared. You frowned, but it was short-lived as the notification of his reply dinged. ‘So if I walked into your apartment right now, I wouldn’t see a needy little slut with her phone in her hand who thinks teasing daddy is funny?’

You giggled to yourself. It was bit funny. ’I dunno. I guess you could just make the drive and find out, but don’t be mad when no one is home.’ 

‘Oh, I think I’ll take my chances, because if you’re home like I know you are, I’m going to fuck you senseless.’ You felt a rush of adrenaline as you read the message, putting your phone down and waiting patiently for the knock at your door.

It came 30 minutes later, and you hesitated for a moment, hoping to scare him a bit. After a few moments, though, you made your way to the door, opening it up to reveal a clearly annoyed Spencer. 

Suddenly you were being pulled into your bedroom and pushed onto the bed, head landing on the pillows. His lips were on yours, his hands trailing up and down your sides. You shivered and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips left yours and before you had time to react they were attached to your jawline, then your neck. You let out a string of moans and curses as he marked you. Spencer smirked against your skin. “What happened to your friend?” He mumbled, already knowing the answer.

“What friend?” You replied, hands tangling in his hair.

“That’s what I thought.” He scoffed, pulling your shirt over your head and unbuttoning his own. As soon as both items of clothing were on the floor you pulled his lips back to yours and his hands traveled behind your back, unhooking your bra, and then separating from you you could throw it to the side. You ran your hands up and down his bare chest and stomach. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby” He breathed out before leaning down and kissing every inch of your bare chest, down to your stomach.

“Spencer, please.” You begged. His fingers played with the hem of your pants.

“Needy now, aren’t we?” He pulled them off slowly, painfully slowly, eyes locked on yours.

 “God damnit you’re such a tease.” You said through gritted teeth. He just laughed at your annoyance, kissing up and down your thighs.

“More. Please.” You whined.

“More what?” He planted a long kiss on your inner thigh, biting down and surely leaving a bruise.

“Sir, please. I need you. Do something. Anything.”

He didn’t reply, fingers toying with the waistband of your underwear. You glared at him. He glanced up at you. “So angry.” He noted. “But daddy gets to decide when you deserve to feel good.” He pulled your panties down, hesitating for a moment before running a few fingers down your slit. You shivered and bit back a moan. “You’re so wet for me, baby girl.” He said breathily as he admired the slickness covering his fingers. 

“Mmhm.” You nodded quickly, too desperate to form words. He repeated his actions, but instead of pulling his hand away, he slipped a single finger inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and moaned. His eyes didn’t leave your body as he added a second digit and began to move them in and out slowly. “Faster. Please.” You moaned again.

“Patience, baby.” His pace sped up gradually, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly he added a third finger and curled them. You saw stars. “I–fuck, I’m close.” You managed to get out. His fingers stilled, slowly sliding out of you, and you groaned in frustration. “W-What?!” You questioned.

“You really don’t understand, do you? Such a mindless little cumslut. Does daddy need to remind you who you belong to?”He breathed out, bringing his fingers up to your lips. His other hand moved to your jaw, opening it to allow his fingers to slip inside. “I own this dirty little mouth.” He explained as you began to gently suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on your tongue. He pulled them out after a moment, trailing down back to where you needed him most. “I own this tight little pussy.” His fingers were inside you again

Your hips bucked as his thumb played at your clit. You felt yourself inching closer to your climax again. He pushed your hips down with his free hand and continued to pump in and out of you, leaning down to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss. Your body was twitching around his fingers and you moaned into his mouth. You prayed he wouldn’t pull away again, but it didn’t matter, before you could reach your peak his fingers had left you again, emptiness overtaking your senses. He pulled his lips away from yours, hair falling into your face. “I almost forgot, you owe me something from last time, don’t you?” 

Oh, fuck. You did owe him, and of course, he’d choose the most inconvenient time to call in the favor. You sat up a bit, watching as he palmed himself through his pants. “Let me help.” You offered, a hand moving on top of his, figuring the sooner that you did the deed the sooner he’d allow you to cum.

He watched as your fingers worked at the zipper of his pants and he helped you tug them down, his boxers following quickly after. A new desire grew inside of you. Yes, you wanted to cum, but more than that you wanted to make him feel good. You leaned down, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, and he shuddered, moaning. You did it again, this time taking him partially into your mouth, cheeks hollowing. His breath was ragged, a hand raking through your hair and collecting it into a ponytail in his fist. You teased him just a bit more, pulling away for a moment before moving to take as much of him as you could. His eyes were on you and you looked up to meet them, head bobbing up and down. The look of pure bliss in his eyes only fueled the lust inside of you, tongue working to bring him closer to climax. You felt him twitch in your mouth, an indication that he was in fact close, and you sped up. He seemed torn between watching you or shutting his eyes in pleasure, hand gripping your hair just a bit harder. “You’re such a good girl,” he stuttered out, voice breaking a bit. A few seconds later you felt a warm liquid fill your mouth as he moaned, his hips bucking up slightly as he came. You did your best to swallow it all, licking the remainder of it up as he eased himself out of your mouth.

He was looking at you with a look of pure lust and admiration and you felt yourself blush. Spencer looked like he was pondering something for a moment, and suddenly he was leaning down, grabbing something from next to the bed. It was the bag you had barely noticed he was holding when he walked into your apartment. Out of it, he pulled out a long, thick strand of rope. Your eyes widened. “Do you just carry that around?” You half-joked, watching as he fiddled with it in his hands.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked darkly, opting to ignore your remark.

“Y-You, sir.” You replied.

“That’s right, baby, now you’re learning. So now you’re going to show daddy that you can be a good girl, rather than a needy little brat who whines when she doesn’t get what she wants.” He leaned forward, grabbing your wrists and gently tying them together. “Okay?”

 You nodded. “Yes, daddy. I can be a good girl.”

When your wrists were properly bound he glanced up at the headboard of your bed and let out a long exhale, tying the loose end of the rope to it. You were shaking a bit, wrists flexing in an attempt to gain some leeway, but to no avail. You were stuck, exposed.

“Remember the rule, baby. You can’t cum without permission.”

He leaned down, spreading your legs, and began to eat you out, tongue darting in and out of you, hands pressed firmly against your thighs to keep them separated. Your body reacted immediately, hands moving to touch him, but of course, you were only met with the sting of rope burn from the restraints that kept you in place. You were writhing, the sensation and lack of control driving you wild.

Spencer could feel that you were close, so he pulled away, but before you could complain he pushed 2 fingers into you and let his thumb replace his mouth on your clit. “You can’t cum yet, baby girl. Hold on for me.” He said huskily.

 You nodded silently, willing yourself to hold on. But it was so good, and his fingers were moving so quickly, curling and hitting the spots inside of you that set your entire body ablaze. After a few more seconds you both knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You moaned loudly as you came, panic spreading through you as soon as you could form a thought. Oh god. Oh, fuck, what had you done? You could see Spencer was angry he didn’t stop stimulating you until you had ridden out the orgasm, paying. “D-Daddy... I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered out as he looked at you with a sense of calm that was infinitely more frightening than if he had looked upset.

“Mhm.” He replied shortly.

You felt guilty. Genuinely guilty. What the fuck had he done to you to make you feel so bad about disobeying him? Fuck. “I’m sorry I just couldn-”

He cut you off, slamming 3 fingers into you, hard. “Now I have no choice but to show you what happens when you cum before I tell you to.” He said simply, pumping in and out of you at a vigorous pace. You cried out from the unexpected intrusion, almost slamming your hands into the headboard as your arms and hands fought with the restraints. “You can’t do anything right, can you? Fucking useless whore. You’re lucky I don’t make you get yourself off. Or leave you here tied up and pathetic all night, listen to you cry and beg for me to touch you.” He rambled. It didn’t take long for you to become close again, his words paired with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you was far too much to handle. 

“Oh, fuck, S-Sir, I-“

“Do whatever the fuck you want. It’s not like you listened the first time, you dumb slut." You felt tears begin to form in your eyes as you came a second time, overstimulation becoming more prominent as he didn’t even begin to slow down.

He was pinning your hips down, your body incapable of moving besides the shaking of your legs that you couldn’t quite control. "Stop I, I can’t.” You stuttered out, Spencer’s pace didn’t falter. You felt tears cloud your vision. “I, fuck, it’s too much. I can’t.” You moaned. 

“Oh come on. So fucking weak, aren’t you? Begging me to stop. Didn’t you want to cum, baby girl? Isn’t this what you wanted? I told you I’d have to fuck you senseless. I haven’t even fucked you and you’re gonna cry. Go ahead. Cry for me.” 

So you came again, sobbing.

Tears streamed down your face now, and your entire body was shaking. You incoherently mumbled that you couldn’t do it anymore, and Spencer’s pace softened slightly. “One more, baby. It’ll make up for your little accident earlier.” He cooed. You nodded as the tears spilled from your eyes.

 He pulled his fingers out and you were almost grateful for the break as he repositioned himself to fuck you. Tears were still falling down your cheeks, your wrists were red and irritated, aching from how hard you had been pulling against the ropes. You were completely overwhelmed as Spencer pushed himself inside you fully, stretching you open, your nerves feeling like they were on fire. “Fuck yes,” Spencer moaned roughly. “You feel so fucking good.” 

He was thrusting in and out of you now, a hand on your face, thumb wiping away your tears, and although it was a sweet action, it felt anything but sweet in nature. “Look at you, so pathetic for me.” He cooed. “You’re lucky you look so pretty with mascara running down your face.”

Your upper body had almost gone limp, unable to find the strength to tug against the rope that was still just as tight as it had been when he first tied it.

“Cum with me, slut.” Spencer breathed out, eyes locking with yours. Your mind was blank, only aware of how fucking good he looked like this and how your body could barely take much more of this.

You couldn’t help it though, as you came a final time, almost screaming with pain and pleasure. You were shaking, mind drawing a complete blank, the all-too-familiar feeling of warmth dripping down your thighs comforting you.

Spencer slowed to a stop, reaching up to untie your wrists and then sitting on the bed next to you. You rolled your wrists as they tingled and ached, curling into a ball as Spencer played with your hair soothingly. You did so well, baby girl.” He praised, wiping your remaining tears. You nodded silently. “Did I push you too much?” The question seemed genuine, which almost surprised you.

 “No, no. I’m okay.” You said softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Good.”

Once you had calmed down a bit you found yourself feeling overly emotional again. You cursed yourself in your head. Why did you feel so... sad? And why did you find yourself moving closer to Spencer, craving his touch in a totally different way than usual? You panicked for a moment.

“Spencer, maybe you should go now.” You broke the silence. It was the opposite of what you wanted, deep down you knew that, but you didn’t need to be fueling any post-sex irrational fantasies. That’s all it was, anyway. Spencer had said it himself before. It was normal.

He thought for a moment. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded, watching as he got up and redressed, collecting his things.

 “Of course. See you tomorrow.”

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IMAX and CLIMAX

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Sunghoon gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  sh is an avid history channel viewer, sh hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, sh goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

Sunghoon sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Sunghoon’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Sunghoon scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Sunghoon greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Isa swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Isa, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Sunghoon picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Sunghoon’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Sunghoon invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Sunghoon not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Sunghoon is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Sunghoonie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Sunghoon was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Sunghoon rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Sunghoon, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Sunghoon’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Sunghoon apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Sunghoon is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Sunghoon’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Sunghoon laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Sunghoon gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Sunghoon’s house were either  the result of Sunghoon picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Sunghoon inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“ Sunghoon?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Sunghoon had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, hoon, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Heeseung would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Sunghoon goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Sunghoon doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Sunghoon’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Sunghoon doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “hoon, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Sunghoon’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Sunghoon sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Sunghoon scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Sunghoon sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Sunghoon crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Sunghoon’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Sunghoon quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Sunghoon clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Sunghoon will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Sunghoon is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Sunghoon has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Sunghoon scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Sunghoon falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Sunghoon says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Sunghoon gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Sunghoon sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Sunghoon laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Sunghoon teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Sunghoon has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Sunghoon groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Sunghoon shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Sunghoon preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Sunghoon, you always came first. Sunghoon’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Sunghoon was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Sunghoon grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Sunghoon’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Sunghoon kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Sunghoon was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Sunghoon rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “ Sunghoon—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Sunghoon.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Sunghoon’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Sunghoon would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today… well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Sunghoon scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Sunghoon, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Sunghoon never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Sunghoon had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Sunghoon gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Sunghoon was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Sunghoon leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Sunghoon smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Sunghoon sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Sunghoon hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Sunghoon doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Sunghoon adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Sunghoon‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Sunghoon, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Sunghoon finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Sunghoon tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Sunghoon kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Sunghoon takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Sunghoon mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Sunghoon that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Sunghoon smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “hoon!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Sunghoon’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Sunghoon either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “ Sunghoon, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Sunghoon wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Sunghoon chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Sunghoon reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Sunghoon’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Sunghoon tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Sunghoon seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Sunghoon scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Sunghoon asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Sunghoon snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Sunghoon barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “hoon— Sunghoon!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Sunghoon nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Park Sunghoon, maybe Isa was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Sunghoon is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Sunghoon responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your hoon now.”

“My… hoon,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Sunghoon chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Sunghoon hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Sunghoon catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Sunghoon laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don’t wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Park Sunghoon,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Sunghoon’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

[cloveroctobers]

SEBASTIAN “SEB” KATSAROS —

IG bio/info: @/s3bgl00m | 17.4k followers | i hate it here. i hate my username name too. Listen to my podcast wth my mate here...open.Spotify.com/podcast/?!.doomngloom

28 years of age

Born & raised in Liverpool, England...don’t ask if he’s met the Beatles he will completely ignore you if you do

Music shop owner in the heart of town

It’s called, “Kicking Kettles”

loves collecting vinyls, cassette tapes, & cds sorry, what did you expect?

His mother is a children’s illustrator

She’s Ashkenazi Jewish

His father is a graphic designer

And is from Nafplio, Greece

They’ve been separated for about a year now, with seb’s father living in France

His mother was skeptical on dating around while she was in a place of uncertainty in her marriage but with a deep discussion with her husband, then her children, she slowly went forward just to see what was out there & found that she wasn’t sure if she’d be open permanently with other beings

Seb was similar to his mother in many ways...

Has a older sister by 2 years named, Xenia...she’s very bossy, a busy-body, & is very vocal. The opposite of seb

she used to beat up guys just for them to turn around and ask her out on dates, a few of them tried to bully seb but Xenia was not having that ofc

very close to his family, even if things are a little off between mum & dad

I feel like he went through a buzzed hair phase & when he finally made the choice to start growing out his hair, going on 4-5 years now, everyone seemed to approve

Even if they didn’t? It be no matter, sure he’d feel a little awkward if someone he cared about didn’t like it but he was sure they would get over it OR get used to it

The hair only comes out when he’s showering or going to bed

His best friend who’s a barber (and a bit of a douche) tells him he’s got to let his hair breathe more often or he’ll have breakage, seb doesn’t think it’s that serious? He’s not sure how much longer he’ll keep the bun now anyways...

This same friend encouraged him to get a “Pompadour” haircut & seb’s never been so offended before in his life, “I wouldn’t want to look like the rest of you knob-heads.”

Anyways, he takes care of his hair the best way he knows how and it seems to work for him...some slightly expensive haircare products here and there & a trimmer & he’s good to go

When he first started growing his hair out, he felt like he needed to go to the salon to know how to manage it. After awhile he learned how to do it on his own + you save $ that way

uses his hands to talk or holds one hand in the other when having a conversation since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands exactly

He’s a chapstick kinda guy who always loses his before he can finish it (been there)

Absolutely loves Japanese food and eats it almost everyday

Japanese Mayo is the superior condiment, bill can stfu!!

probably watches anime

owns a bunch of vans, beanies, and hoodies

smokes hookah every now & then but isn’t too crazy about it

canon: catlover! I feel like he would have a Sphynx, Abyssinian, Ocicat, or oriental shorthair + was over the moon when his baby had babies !!!

He wanted to keep all 5 of the kittens but knew he probably couldn’t, at least not forever but he was going to wait until they were all at least a few months before he decided to put them up for adoption...which sucks but would ultimately be the best choice, maybe???

tried eyeliner again outside of the villa & finds pencil or pomade is better than the standard liquid liner

likes black nail polish but is slightly embarrassed to be seen out with it, it’s the same thing with the eyeliner...he’s not that confident

the guy is a huge blusher & he despises the fact that his face betrays him 80% of the time

often gets nosebleeds

loves red wine especially if it’s on a rainy day and he’s home to fully enjoy it, he feels like he’s on his grown man shit when he does so

I feel like he’d be a fan of the umbrella academy & thinks it’s way better than stranger things...him & nick have argued over this on doom n gloom!

Five is his favorite

Everything he owns is in either black, red, gray/grey, or green

His main phobia is emetophobia (fear of v*mit) & he won’t share why, that’s just what it is

Introvert!

Canon: he’s not a Aquarius

So wtf r ya? Nick & I would like to know plz

Virgo sun? + Taurus moon? + Pisces rising?

I feel like he’s one of those people that feels the need to bring a backpack with him everywhere and you can imagine it to be black ofc

“Who tf are you Linus? But with a backpack?” His sister often jokes (I do this with my sibs, both of them love carrying backpacks. Me on the other hand? I don’t have time for the shit)

He drives a shitty car from the 90s that’s Engine sounds as if it’s about to blow

but 100% perfers to drive his moped, Atticus around

played football (soccer) growing up to help get rid of his asthma

Cannot sleep with the tv on or any form of light around him, it has to be completely dark & quiet!

He’ll only do so if it’s with Genevieve since you know they’re trying this whole long distance thing out

Are one of those couples that will fall asleep on the phone/cpu together

Genevieve might be the, “no you hang up first” & seb will actually hang up the phone and get into bed lmao

Just for vieve to call back like?!! “I can’t believe you’ve done this!

“Well you said—

“Never mind what I said, sebz!!! It’s extremely rude...”

his last relationship before Genevieve lasted 6-8 months (there was a time when he felt like he was unsure if he was still in a couple with that person, isn’t that a shame?)

his love language is acts of service, he’ll do things for you to ease your worries out of love and not obligation so that you feel valued as his partner & I believe he wants this in return as well

I think he’s a bit of a worry wart too when it comes to certain things even if his exterior might show him trying to hide it

He was super nervous to get his first tattoo on his chest, “if words fail, music speaks” but he found that the slight pain was worth it? And quite nice! then he kept going back monthly and soon enough his arms were completely covered

mum hated it, her baby boy was becoming a man! (It’s not like he’s almost 30 but you know how moms are)

Deff has a collection of silver rings, he’s tried out necklaces but he thinks he looks better with his rings

The slit in his brow came from trying to squeeze thru the broken patio glass door with his sis as if it were some booby trap (not exactly, but a safety hazard forsure!) & a piece of glass fell from above slicing his brow and left him with 4 stitches

Secretly into watching those dating shows before and after experiencing it himself

people he enjoyed seeing on the Telly from previous seasons: jen, jake, talia, erikah, lottie, Noah, Carl, Kassam, Priya, & Hannah

AJ is his best girl friend (besides vieve) they FaceTime quite a bit & chat shit to each other on the daily

Feels like she fits in well with his friend group, which just contains his barber friend — they put up with his banter & give it right back to him but he can also be vulnerable & comfortable with those around him so that’s always a plus

It’s the same with nick, except they share a hobby together, their podcast & that’s what seb wants to keep it as, a hobby, for fun & giggles yet nick is thinking about getting paid for what they do. He thinks it’s a great idea whereas seb doesn’t want this to turn into a career/chore

He’s perfectly happy at kicking kettles

He feels strongly about his stance while nick is on both sides

They’ll figure it out, soon.

How are things outside of the villa & since the boat party? They all have a group chat that they randomly speak up in, in the beginning they would do morning and goodnight texts but that became tedious so they settled for either or. Or simply just checking in to see how each other’s days went with seb secretly being the most curious to everyone’s days

Things are awkward between him and Yasmin, he kinda avoids talking to her tbh & not because he doesn’t want to...its just yeah it’s not the same with him and aj where they can easily move forward, it feels like pulling teeth with Yasmin since they’re some what similar & it seems like she’s waiting on him to take the lead on fixing some imagined issue they have with each other? It’s weird idk

Lives in a cramped studio apartment, it works for him so he doesn’t need any inputs thank you

celeb crushes? Demi lovato, Hwasa, Amanda Seyfried, & Birgundi Angel Baker

as for music? Sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, teagan & Sara, the pierces, panic!at the disco, all time low, twenty one pilots, x-ambassadors, awolnation, jon bellion— listen when atl dropped? Seb felt like he was reborn okay?! , Japanese breakfast, & great grandpa

Anthem = The Postal Service, “Such great heights”

[sluttyprincessinarizona]

Taishiro Toyomitsu (FatGum) x shy! reader (fluffies!)

This is my first, o f f i c i a l tumblr fanfic, so woo! I ' m f c k i n g t e r r i f i e d -anyway, this is a FatGum x reader, because Tai is the cutest thing and I don't see enough of him. I'll be doing some of my personal favorites from the anime, ranging from popular to underrated characters, so I hope anyone who comes across this weird mess enjoys it! Leave a comment, or like, or smth, because I think this will be really cool, and i wanna be like those other awesome fanfic writers one day- anyways, byeee!

Word count: Idk dude, I'm on mobile-(it's a lot tho, trust me-)

Warnings: Mild cursing, also make sure to brush your teeth afterwards, cause this will give you a toothache from the sweetness-

A box. Wait, what? Where did it come from? Who put it there? Is this a prank? It smells like…Takoyaki?!? Fatgum rushed to his desk, opening the pastel purple box sat neatly on his desk. ¨Yes! Morning snack!¨ He cheered whilst fist pumping the air. Fatgum reached to take a piece of the octopus goodness, but hesitated, for just a moment. His smile faltered, and he took a second to evaluate, his hero instincts shining through. Poison? Intruder? Stalker? However, the mouth-watering smell of his newly-acquired treat pulled him sultrily out of his cautiousness, and Fatgum gave in to the temptation, devouring the takoyaki in mere seconds. He made sure to be careful with the box though. ¨Ill ask Kirishima or Amajiki if they gave me this. Those kids are just the greatest!¨ He bounded out of his office in a rush to excitedly badger at his two son- interns, but he soon found that neither knew what he was talking about. They had just barely entered the agency for the first time since yesterday, so they had no part in this adorable gift Fat had received. Fatgum was slightly put off, but resolved that he would ask everyone at his agency personally, determined to find and thank the angel who gave him this thoughtful present. 

Its been about a month since then. After a week of daily takoyaki, Fatgum was wondering if he´d be destined to live a life of having takoyaki for breakfast when he opened his office door and froze. Fatgum had expected to see that same lavender(he checked) shaded box of goodness, but he was greeted with a rolled up bag sitting on top of a box, but it was a different shade of purple. His seemingly permanent smile grew tenfold and he giddily bounced over to his desk to investigate the new items he had been gifted. He opened the bag first, and took out a cup. Coffee. He was stunned. Not by the fact that his ´secret admirer´ had brought him coffee, nor was it the fact that they could have gotten it wrong. No, he was floored by the logo on the coffee cup. It was the logo of the small cat cafe down the street. Fatgum asks Kirishima and Amajiki to visit there almost everyday, though he insists its just for the coffee. Fatgum went there once to get himself a coffee his two children were busy, and he hasn´t gone back since. Not because the establishment was bad, no it adorable. The pastel color scheme, the friendly felines who endlessly entertained him, even the mere scent of the cafe brings a smile to his face, but for one reason, and one reason only.

You.

You, the one who owned, managed, and staffed the humble cafe all on your own. Fatgum could barely manage to keep professional, for he had no idea where he was supposed to direct his eyes. Your precious attitude, the excitable gleam in your eyes, your contagiously cute giggle, and your blush, oh the blush! Fatgum had told you a joke to ease his own nerves, but the waver in his tone and ok-at-best comedy skills only proved to make him even more anxious. That was, until he heard you laugh. You didn´t just laugh, no, because he had just found your weakness. Simple, honest, puns. You attempted to cover your mouth so you could save your dignity, but resistance was futile when you were hit with such a bad joke from such a cute man. You doubled over in pure, jovial, laughter, and at that moment, you thanked every Greek god that has ever lived that you two were the only ones occupying the shop at that moment. Well, besides all the spectating kittens. You were so caught up in that stupidly funny pun, you failed to notice that you were the only one laughing. 

Fatgum was speechless. Normally, hes the one laughing at his own jokes, but here you were, laughing. Not only that, but your laugh was heavenly. It was music to his ears, and he could hardly stomach the rush of feelings that had hit him. Embarrassment, anxiety, calm, joy, happiness, lo-…

Love? Did he love you?

He wanted to say no immediately, there was no way. But his rushing mind stopped once he heard you snort. You covered your mouth, hoping he hadn´t heard such an embarrassing sound come from you, but it only made you laugh harder, and soon you were snorting with every other breath. He couldn´t breathe. You snort when you laugh too hard??? His head was spinning with every wave of feeling that enveloped him. He felt like he was floating. He was on cloud nine simply from the fact that he could reduce you to giggles and snorts like this. He was so overwhelmed, yet relieved by your reaction. You had bashfully admitted to him that you had trouble opening up to others, and you had found it remarkable how easily he had broken down your walls as if they were nothing more than a breeze. He wondered if this meant he ad a chance. Talking with you was effortless, and brought him a level of joy he had never experienced. It made him wonder what else you two would get up to. His mind flashed with endless scenarios, you appearing in every single one. You on a date, shy smiles and ´accidentally´ bumping into each other every two seconds. You at his house, leaning into his chest as you stuff your faces with popcorn, hypnotized by a movie. You underneath him, your small frame dwarfed by his larger one, breathless and writhing. You in his office, sitting on his lap and snuggling him as he finishes up some paperwork.

He wanted you, with every thing he had. He wanted to have you, have fun with you, do things with you, go places with you. He wanted you childishly, so you two could bounce around the world together with reckless abandon. He wanted you selfishly, to pull you close where everyone could see, so no one would mistake that you were his. He wanted you devilishly, giving you endless kisses and lovebites, just to see you squirm and blush. He wanted you innocently, to sing karaoke at the top of his lungs with you, and do scavenger hunts for your anniversaries. He wanted you longingly, knowing that he could power through the villains, the mountains of paperwork, all of lifes bullshit, just so he could be greeted by your smile, the smile of a tried-and-true angel.

After that day, Fatgum never went back to your store. He knew that if he saw you again, with that illegally cute maid outfit and those entrancing eyes, he would be compelled to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, which is a level of mortification hes not ready for. The day after his return, he was so stunned by the mark your presence left on his very being that he began to notice that almost everything reminded him of you. The fluffiness of the clouds brought to his mind the cute way the frill on your outfit bounced in excitement. The soft shades of blues and purples at nighttime reminded him of the perfect lighting of your cafe as he passed it late at night. Hell, his assistants cat reminded him of you, and he noted every one of these things for his own sake, but he never realized just how loud he gets when hes in his own head. His muttering got louder and more distracting, to the point that he would daydream at every possible moment, dreamily sighing your name like a mantra. Taishiro Toyomistu, an established pro-hero, a fully functioning adult, had been reverted back to a love-sick teenage boy. It was almost pathetic, yet he made up for by how excited even the mention of you made him. It piqued his interns interests, and they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Amajiki was currently rethinking his entire life. His decisions, his friendships, his entire existence was being heavily reevaluated. How did he let Kirishima talk him into this? His underclassman who he thought was just beginning to understand what boundaries are, had somehow, by some absolutely-mystical-means, convinced him to hide in his mentors cabinet to watch for some mystery person leaving snacks for him. He couldve been training, he couldve been eating, hell, he couldve even been talking with Mirio and Nejire, but no. Here he was, cramped between a shelf and crates of paperwork, staking out someone who he doesnt know, and hoping that he wont have to wait for too long stuck in this position. He was about to adjust himself to leave the cabinet and forget this whole plan, when the office door creaked open, the annoyingly loud squeeeak making the person wince as they continued to open it. Amajiki froze, barely containing his squeak of fear as he watched in awe as the door opened but...n-no one was there???

Amajiki blinked, wondering if was just a stray breeze, or some ghostly apparition, which brought tears of terror to his precious eyes from the mere thought. He blinked his tears away hastily, and looked back to reassure himself that no one was there, and even if they were, they were probably friendly. Or, at the very least, he could overpower anyone with relative ease, but he choked on his own reassurance. One second, there was no one, the next, there was you. You, the girl from the cafe, had just appeared out of thin air! You were the one leaving the snacks for Fatgum! Amajiki gawked as you set down the periwinkle box of cupcakes, along with the bag that contained his mentors coffee, brewed to perfection and made with so much love that he could feel it from his hiding spot. He stayed as still as possible, silently spectating as you arranged the snacks neatly while humming a sweet tune, as if you were in the comfort of your own home. You decided that you had adjusted the box by .1% enough times, and you smiled warmly at the box, before jumping at the sound of Fatgum's voice, laughing joyously at something while steadily getting closer to the office you both were in. You panicked and ran behind the door, closing it fully before he got too close, so as not to seem suspicious. Amajiki had blinked only once, and then you were gone again, and Fatgum had opened the door, bringing the operation to a screeching halt. When Amajiki reported back to Kirishima, he realayed back what he had witnessed to an excitable Kirishima, who jumped for joy when he heard that it was you. 

¨I knew it!¨ Kirishima exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. He had guessed beforehand that you were the one leaving such a heart-warming gift for his mentor, and now his next meal was paid for, which he was very happy about.

Fatgum was accompanying Kirishima and Amajiki to his favorite restaurant after a surprisingly peaceful patrol, and they knew they had to tell him then, when they had a peaceful moment to relax. So, they told him.

¨Hey Fat, I just wanted to let you know that…¨ Kirishima started, looking over at Fatgum from his menu, but his sentence was soon forgotten. He, and Amajiki, were staring incredulously at Fatgum, who was currently trying to disappear into his jacket. ¨F-fatgum?¨ Amajiki asked shakily. ¨Whats w-wrong? A-a-are there villains here?!¨ He looked around in alarm, but there were no immediate threats in sight. What had shaken their fearless mentor up so severely? Fatgum simply shook his head, and laid his forehead down on the cool table in hopes of soothing his burning face. Kirishima and Amajiki looked at Fatgum, then to each other in confusion. They both shrugged and went to comfort him when they heard a giggle that caught their attention. Normally that wouldn’t matter at a time like this, but that giggle triggered something in Fatgum and the most obvious shiver went down his spine at the sound. Amajiki, who was across the booth from Fat and Kirishima peered from around his seat to see who it was and gasped. He looked back at Fatgum, then mouthed to Kirishima ¨Its the girl from the cafe!¨ Kirishima gaped, standing up to get a better look. Sure enough, there you were, chatting with a friend who worked the reception booth at the establishment. You were there for your weekly shipment of leftover supplies from the restaurant that you could use for your sweets, but Fatgum didnt know that. All Fatgum could think of is how embarrassing it would be if you saw him cowering like a child in your mere presence. But even then, he couldnt get over how absolutely stunning you looked in casual clothes. He was thoroughly surprised at the fact that you werent already up and married when he met you, because you were simultaneously everything he wanted and needed, and not at all what he was expecting. You were funny, smart, and cute, but he knew there were worlds of things hiding behind your bright eyes. You were perfect. You were everything. You were-

Poke

¨T-Toyom-m-mistu? Ar-are you ok? You seem a b-bit sick or som-something?¨

You were right next to him, poking his arm. You were blushing almost as fiercely as him, for multiple reasons. 1. you were right next to someone who instantly caught your heart in his excessively large hands as soon as you met him, and you were poking him. 2. His two interns were staring you down so intensely that you began to wonder if you ever should have walked over in the first place. and 3. is he sick or not?!? You just wanted to make sure hes ok, and maybe kinda possibly ask him why he hasnt visited the shop in a while. But it doesnt seem like thats gonna happen. You kept your voice down because you knew that if a commotion happened that you would actually be sick from fright, but you couldnt help the worry that bubbled in your gut at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Fatgum was just about ready to fucking combust. He wanted to look up, he wanted to see your soft, caring features and the look of concern that was undoubtedly on your face, but he knew impulse would  overtake him. He barely managed to keep from making a fool of himself in front of you and everyone who knew him, and he felt backed into a corner. His mind was racing, and he couldnt even feel his heart beating anymore. His breath was getting heavy, but he barely noticed it. He was driving himself mad, slowly devolving into a panic that he didnt know was enveloping him, nor did he know how to get out of it. All he could think of was you, how disgusted you would be by him if he proposed to you, how you would walk away from him if he said the wrong thing. He wanted you, but he cant have you, and he doesn't know what to-

¨Taishiro!¨ you exclaimed, no longer worried about making a scene. You wrenched his head up from the table and pressed his forehead against yours. He stared wordlessly at you, his thoughts going silent for just a moment, and that was all you needed. ¨Taishiro, look at me, ok? You're ok. I've got you.¨ You spoke softly to him, phrases that you're soothing voice spoke to him. Things he could only imagine from his wildest dreams. His breathing slowed as he slowly came back to his senses, forgetting all about his panic in favor of taking in you. He made no effort to move, because he was completely content on being this close to you forever. He was astonished by you, how you could calm his mind and steal his heart all at once, but the thing he couldnt draw away from was your eyes. They held no pity, however in it's place was the light of experience. You held him not because you pitied him, but because you knew his fear, and wanted to take it away, if only for a moment. He couldnt help but tear up at the genuineness in your gaze, the gaze that you never broke, not even for a second. You had grabbed his arm as he sunk, pulling him back up, and encouraging him to let you help him. You knew what it felt like to be stuck with no one to help, so you told him to relax, let himself be helped just this once, all without any words. All you needed was to look into his eyes and he could understand everything you tried so desperately to convey to him for months. You lost control of your filter as you soothed him, letting slip how much you missed him and his goofy smile, and how undeniably happy he made you. You brought him onto his feet and carried him up, and as you unknowingly whispered "That was when I knew that I loved you", he could see the bright glowing light that enveloped you. You really were an angel. He could see your halo, your soft wings, but overall he saw your heavenly smile, one that begged him to respond, as you were losing confidence at an alarming rate. At that moment, he broke into the brightest, cutest, and dorkiest grin you had ever witnessed, and it melted your heart all over again. He leaped up in a flash, and before you knew it, he had you bridalstyle in his arms with dizzying speed. You squealed in fear, but relaxed as you saw him gaze down at you lovingly. You smiled back shyly, and buried your face in his chest when you could hear the restaurant goers cheering at the display, He carried you out of the restaurant in a valiant display, and his remark as you both exited made the cheers of the onlookers sound deafening, and it drove your blush all the way down to your ears in shock.

¨Hey sweetcheeks, we should get married!¨

~End~

I hope you enjoyed it! It took me about three days to finish, cause online school, but this was awesome. I legitimately love this one, and this probably the only one I've finished and was satisfied with. If you like it, pls let me know cause I already adore this, and I wanna share with the world, no matter how scary it might be. Anyways, this has gotten long, so I'm gonna bounce. Gotta start the next one. Bye-bye!💜

[kmelanin]

Hyunnie Baby

Hyunnie Baby

A/N~ Hi my Hyunniebuns. lol that was head ass. But okay so like i need yall to understand something. JEONGIN WILL NOT BE HAVING SEX IN THIS!!! but like he will be in some makeout sessions??? and if yall want more then maayybbeee. but like i know damn well half of hall were crazy at his age, so like sorry im a hardstan. like idk how to be soft. anywaysss...i wasnt going to post this, but when i seen it was over 10,000+ words I was like why not. 

Let me know if you would like to see more!

Warning: They are hybrids, so like yea. Also idk if things happend fast, and tbh i was stoned asf most of the time writing this. LOL. yea im warning yall, this might be a horrible story .-_-. 

Pairing~ lynxhyunjin X human yn X africanwilddogjeongin

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Jeongin-17/18 Hyunjin-18/19 Reader-20/21  (whatever age makes you happiest lmao)

You look up at the sign above you. E-Hybrids, it was a simple all black sign with white words. It was about a mile out of town. It had to have enough space to have suitable for all of the different Hybrids. This place let you adopt exotice hybrids. The government allows all sorts of hybrids to be adopted, only because they are hybrids.

You took time to do your research about hybrids. You found out that they weren’t able to actually shift into the animal they are, they just have a few characteristics. They were like test tube babies. They were made in a lab with human and animal DNA. They were made to be lovers, to be best friends, or to just be company. Whatever you want. But of course not everyone treats them right. Some were treated as actual pets, like actual trash.

You knew you always wanted a hybrid. You lived alone for that reason alone. You recently bought a home that had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. You've always dreamed about having one in your home, to be your best friend.

Honestly, you didn't know much people. You were always the odd one out. Everyone around you would remind you all the time about how different you were. Just because you were a little bigger than others doesn't mean you were different. But I guess that's how society works.

You dated two boys in your 20 years. But one just had a chub kink and one dated you because he was dared to.

But now at this point you tried not to care about anyone but yourself. You knew that hybrids would love you as long as you loved them. So maybe getting one would help your loneliness. They would love you no matter what. But you were nervous, because maybe your body is the main factor, if a hybrid couldn't be your friend then because of your body then you don't know what you would do. You were big boned, so you were always going to be thick.

You didn't care if your future hybrid didn't like you as a lover, a simple friendship would make you feel a lot better. But your heart jumped at the thought of them loving you, it made you giddy.

You walk up to the counter where a little red haired girl stand.

“Hello. Welcome to E-Hybrids, are you looking to adopt today?” She asks with a bright smile. You felt a little shy, and you didn't want to stutter so you just nod and smile a little. You tuck your hair behind you ears when she nodded back and pulled out a clipboard with some paper and a pen attached to it.

“I need you to fill this out. To make it easier choosing, we take what you fill out and we match you up to a couple of different hybrids to you, just to make everything easier. If that doesn't work then we can take you back, but it usually works” she explains and you nod along, showing that you understand. You read it through and start filling everything out. Your name, birthday, source of income, plus some more basic info. Then there was some on the type of animal you would like. You didn't want to put too much restriction on it, so you put feline or canine. The age you wanted, you put 18-21. There were some others and you quickly fill it out. Once you were finished you noticed that the lady was gone, so you stood and waited.

About five minutes later she comes back out of a door.

“Sorry, I was just getting the presenting room ready.” She explains and you hand over the clipboard. She quickly reads over it and she nods unclipping it and opening a sliding window off to the side and passing it through. Someone pops up and grabs it closing the window back.

“Okay, so my co-worker just took back your preferences to find hopefully you future hybrid. I noticed that you put canine or feline. I hope you know that here we have exoctic hybrids, so they won't be your normal dog and house cat.”

“Right, right.” Ah you were getting excited.

“Okay, so a few more things. The price depends on the hybrid you get, but if you would like to take them home today it will be a extra grab per hybrid.” You quickly nod. Suddenly a loud ding rings through the lobby area. “Perfect, so they found…” she looks down at the computer that also dinged with the louder one. “Three that matched your preferences. I will lead you to the presenting room, because they are part human, so you will be able to ask any questions you will like.” She smiles, she walks over to the gate that could let you through. She leads you through the door she came out of earlier.

It was a simple white room with two doors. One you come in and another. There was also a single chair.

“You sit here, we will give you ten minutes with each. After that just let me know who you want another ten with. After you are done meeting, either let me know if you are ready to choose, or let me know if you would like to see others. Have fun.” She smiles and leaves.

You sit down in the chair and you wait. You quickly look down and fix your posture and pull your shirt down a little to cover your gut up a little.

You were so nervous. You didn't have a certain type, but out of all of the hybrids you've seen, you've always felt drawn more towards the asian ones.

Suddenly the door opens. You head snaps to the other door and in comes the cutest little thing you've ever seen. He kept his eyes down as he walked towards you. His ear twitched which caught you eyes and you noticed how they were big and black, they were rounded with some tan spots. His hair was black and messy. He was wearing some black sweats and a white t-shirt. He walks in front of you and falls to his knees. He leans back on his heels so he sits comfortably.

You remembered on one of the websites you read that some hybrids are scared of meeting new people so they automatically submit so no one was afraid of them.

“Hi, I'm YN.” You say softly. You knew to start slow, let them get used to you. His ear twitched a little at the sound of your voice. “What’s your name?” you urge him on. You hoped you weren’t scaring him.

Slowly his head starts to raise and his eyes connect to yours.  His eyes widen when he took you in and you did the same. He was beautiful. His skin was so smooth and clear. His eyes are mono lidded which made the way he looked at you so much more intense.

“I'm Jeongin. My human side is Korean, and my animal side is African Wild Dog.” He says bowing his head down and then his eyes connect to yours once again. “What about you?” His head tilts a little and it was like his eyes were shining at you.

“Oh, I'm African American and Caucasian.” You say softly. You couldn't keep eye contact with him for long. His stare made your whole body buzz with nervousness. You looked down at your fingers, you started to fiddle with them.

“Oh? We both have some African in us?” His voice comes out a little higher. Your eyes snapped to his and he was smiling really big. It took you by surprise when you seen braces in his mouth. He must of seen the change in your emotions because his face fell.

“It's the braces huh? The other say that braces are dorky, so no one will want me.” He mumbles. You remembered reading that Hybrids were raised to be almost perfect. So by 18, they would have straight teeth from having to wear braces.

“Jeongin, how old are you?” You ask, remembering you put down 18-21. But his eyes widen and he leans up on his knees.

“I was told about your age range, I'm 17, but I fit all of the other things you written down but the age part. They were hoping it was okay.” He was panicking a little. His eyes were wide as his ears flattened against his head a little.

“Oh it's okay! It's okay.” You say trying to calm him down a little. You grab his hand unsure how to calm him. When you did his body tensed up and he squeezed your hand back and his eyes look down at them.

“I'm sorry, It just….I actually fit someones wants, and I was scared at first.” His eyes look back to you, his ears start to perk back up. “You are really really beautiful, I would love for you to adopt me YN.” He says and he raises your hand up to his lip and it shocked you when his lips touched the back of your hand and they were so soft. After his cheeks were burning red. You couldn't help but to giggle a little at how cute he was being.

“Did someone teach you that? Or did you come up with that all on your own?” You ask smiling at him. He keeps looking at you and away over and over as if he was to scared to look at you.

“I-I came up with it. I'm serious.” He says nervous, but you felt the seriousness in his voice. You nodded understanding. Did he really think you were...he had to be saying that just to say. You felt his hand squeeze yours again making your eyes look at his.

“You don't believe me? I don't lie, I don't think I can.” He says. You hated this feeling. You suddenly felt so much bigger than you actually were. You felt yourself start to panic. You can ruin something that barely had a chance to start.

“Jeongin, I'm 20 years old. I'm three years older than you. If I adopted you, would that bother you.” You say finally telling him your age. He shakes his head as soon as you were done talking.

“Of course not. That just means you are my Noona.” He says smiling hugely. The weird word he used threw you off a little.

“Noona?” You ask questioning him.

“Ya, the Korean side, we use that as a honorific.” He says and he starts to say something else but there was a rapid three knocks on the door. His face suddenly turned sad, he looked back to the door and back to you. Your heart broke when you seen how sad he looked.

“It was nice to meet you Noona.” He squeezes your hand once more and stands up pulling his hand away. Then he was gone.

About a minute later the door opens again and in comes two people, one has his head down and has really pretty tan pointy ears with black tips and another was the guy who grabbed your preference sheet.

“I'm sorry, the next one that was after the dog actually is sick and he is unable to come in contact with anyone. So here is the last one, let us know if you would like me to go and get some others.” He nods and leaves, leaving the hybrid in the room with you.

“Hi.” You say and his eyes snapped up to yours instantly shocking at how fast he looked up. Instead of walking over to you and sitting down like Jeongin, he walks sideways keeping his eyes on you. “What’s your name?” You ask smiling a little, you wanted to show him that you weren't going to hurt him. He kept his eyes on you still and he walked around you.

Based on your reading, you could tell he was a feline. He was stalking me getting a good sniff. Something his cat side does. Every hybrid was different. You stood up to say something since he was literally against the wall in front of you now. But a low growl escapes his mouth. It shocked you and you quickly say back down. You were scared, suddenly really nervous. He probably hated the way your body looked. He was probably wondering why his luck was so bad. You knew he could have way better owners.

You looked at him, you seen how his lips were plump and his skin was smooth and clear. His hair was black as well and messy like Jeongin. His eyes stared at you, his eyes were mono lidded as well, but unlike Jeongins intense soft stare. His was scary. You felt as if he was judging you.

“Ah, I'm sorry.” You say standing up and quickly walking towards the door before he could growl again. But once again you were stopped, not by his growl, but by his voice.

“Hyunjin. I'm Hyunjin. Please don't go.” You turned back and your knees almost gave out when he was right in front of you and he was peering down. He was so much taller than you. His face was still hard but you could see the sadness in his eyes.

You quickly nod. He bends down and grabs your hand and pulls you toward the chair, he sits you down then sits down cross legged in front of you on the floor.

“I'm sorry. I-you are-you scared me for a minute.” he says mumbling to himself. You probably scared him off with your rolls. “I heard you’re 20, I'm 18.” He says as he puts his other hand over yours. You didn't even realize that he was still holding your hand. “I'm part Korean, and part Lynx.” He says and his eyes flicked to yellow cat yes back. His ears looked so soft and you really wanted to touch them.

“You like my ears, huh?” He asks with a slight smile. “Go ahead and touch them.” he says quickly. You started to reach out, when the sudden three knock came. You eyes looked back down at him and his eyes were filled with sadness and his mouth was ajared. And it was like slow motion, he got up and walked away, his tail was swaying really fast. And you knew just by the basic house cat, he was irritated.

After a few minutes of getting yourself together, you finally left the room and met the lady at the front.

“Soo, how did it go?” She asks. “I'm sorry about Joji, he told us last minute that he was sick. So it was only the two. I can get others if you would like.” She says. She talks really fast so you just nodded taking the extra time to comprehend what she said.

“Actually, how much are the two?” When she told you, your eyes bugged out. You found out that Hyunjin was quite expensive, but Jeongin was in your budget so you weren't able to have both of them. Which is fine because you feel greedy already for wanting both of them.

“But, i have a little deal for you since this is your first time here. If you get Jeongin you will have to deal with his braces. So If you get Hyunjin, I hate putting it this way because they are priceless, but you will get both for the price of Hyunjin. Think of it as also a apology for not giving you your prefered age range.” She bows a little. You were shocked. This was...did you want two hybrids? Will they even like each other? A canine and a feline?

“I will say that the grand each to take home today is still in tack.” She says with a sorry face.

“Okay, why the hell not.”

“Perfect! I will give you a list of food they both eat and things you will need to buy. How would you like to tell them?”

“Um, I want to go to there room and tell them. Maybe trick them a little?” You say shrugging. She laughs a little nodding. She told you that she will get them to their rooms. Then she gets a map of the building and draws out directions.

You are soon walking towards Jeongin room. The hallways were extremely bare and so were all the doors. You only know you found his room because of the easy directions and the simple black numbers on the door. You didn't know what to do but knock. You waited a couple of seconds and until his door beeps and it opens. You peer in and see him laying down on his bed.

“Is it time to eat alread-” He pauses when he looks up and sees you and he stops talking. His eyes were wide and he slowly stands up. You were surprised at how much taller he was than you. But he was shorter than Hyunjin. You only knew because with Hyungjin, when he was in front of you, you had to look up to meet his eyes. But with Jeongin, when he walks up to you, you didn't have to look up as much as you did.

“Hi Jeongin.” You say softly, but you try to keep your excitement in, so it ends up coming out sadder than expected. You noticed that he noticed how your voice was. You knew that Hybrids were very observative.

“Hi Noona, did you come to say goodbye?” He asks, even though he was sad, he didn't want to make it more difficult for you. He thought you both had a little connection. But maybe his age was the final factor. He was too young for you, even though he was turning 18 in a couple of weeks.

“Goodbye? I was just coming to ask if you are ready to come home.” You say acting as if you didn't know what he was talking about. His face goes from a sad smile and cute puppy eyes to a surprised look, his mouth fell open and notice that his tail started to wag really fast. You looked at it and it was so cute and fluffy, his tail went from white to the tips to some brown and you weren't sure what the base look like.

“Really? You want me?!” He jumps up and down for a second with his eyes closed. But his eyes snapped open and looked at you, it was like he forgot you were there. He stops jumping and clears his throat. “You...want me?” He asks a slower than before.

“I do, if only you allow it though, I don't want to force.” You say, you didn't want him to go with someone he didn't want to. And with knowing the past, you wouldn't be surprised.

“Of course I do, Noona!” He says a little louder, he bent down to connect your eyes. You tend to look down a lot. You hated to see the looks you got. “You are so cute when blush.” he says looking all over your face. That caused your cheeks to burn even harder.

“Uhm, Hyunjin is coming home with us as well.” You say trying to move things forward.

“Hyunjin? The Lynx?” He asks his face dropping a little. You frowned in confusion. “He agreed? He always talks about his future family. They were suppose to come get him on his 18th birthday. He first met them when he was 6, and every year on his birthday since then. But when his 18th birthday came, they didn't. 6 months later, here we are.” Jeongin says softly. His words broke your heart. You couldn't help but to think, maybe he will come just to run away and try to find that family. You sighed.

“Well, let’s go see if he wants to come home with us.” You say grabbing his hand. He quickly nods and tells you he knows where his room is. You both walk down a couple of hallways and turn a few times. We stop in front of a door and you reach up and knock. The door beeps and it opens. You look in to see the Lynx sitting on his bed staring back at you. But then his eyes move to the being next to me, and he scoffs.

“So you picked the wild dog over me?” He asks, he looks away shaking his head.

“Hyun-”

“Can you leave?” He asks growling a little snapping his head back to you. That made Jeongin squeeze your hand a little. He pulls you back and he stands in front of you. But you noticed that he doesn't look at Hyunjin in the eyes. He keeps his down, but he won't budge from his spot in front of you. He was protecting you from what he thought was potential danger.

You thought about his suppose future family, maybe he wanted to stay here and wait to see if they do come. You understood he still had hope. You stood on your tippy toes over Jeongin shoulder to look at Hyunjin.

“I couldn’t choose between both of you. And I wanted to come and tell you both in person. But I understand if you want us to leave.” You sighed, standing on your feet normally. “I understand.” You pull on Jeongin’s hand wanting to leave. Your chest kind of hurt, he didn't want you. Jeongin was happy to leave, he pulled you down the hall. As he did you looked back and was shocked to see Hyunjin standing outside of his room staring at you as Jeongin pulled you along. He looked devastated. But your body was on autopilot, your empty hand reached out towards him. And instantly his eyes flickered to his yellow cat eyes and he runs after you. When his hand connected with yours, he had a huge smile plastered on his face. When Jeongin looked back it quickly disappeared.

“Finally, I knew you were not dumb Hyunjin.” Jeongin says looking back.

PART 2~

You finally walk into your home with the two behind you. It was only one level with a basement. You knew you messed up when you realized there were only two bedrooms, but now three people.

“So, It isn’t much. I actually didn't expect to have both of you here.” You say as the two hybrids look around your living room, which your front door was attached to. “So there are only two bedrooms. We will figure out sleeping arrangements later. Are you guys hungry?” You ask taking your shoes off and you pull out a needs list that the shelter gave you. You noticed that the only proteins they both can have is white meat and seafood. They could also have veggies and fruits, and noodles, and some dairy.

Both Hyunjin and Jeongin take off their shoes and they follow you to the kitchen.

Oh god, you weren’t used to this. Having two beings follow you around.

“Mhm, how about I show you around first then I’ll cook dinner.” You say peeping at the clock. You didn't realize how late it was. It was currently ten at night, and you were just getting home. Man, maybe a slight snack.

You show them around the kitchen, showing them everything that was available to use, then you go to the tv and show them how to turn on Youtube, or Netflix. Then you go to the first full bathroom, then the bedroom right across the hall. Then you show your bedroom and your bathroom. You don't go downstairs, but you mention that you wash your laundry down there.

You let them watch a movie as you make some shrimp and bowl ramen. When you were done, you put everything on the a big tray and take it out to the living room. You set it down in front of them and you sit in front of the coffee table. In front of the couch they were sitting on.

“We can go shopping tomorrow for more clothes for you both. Sorry. I thought I was prepared but it seems i'm not.” You shy away, you pick up a piece of shrimp and bite the tail off.

“It's okay.” Jeongin smiles softly and picks up some chopsticks and eats some of the noodles.

It was like your mind stopped, you didn't know what to say or do. So you just finish your food and wait until they were done. You then got up and took care of everything.

“Um, you two may use the first bathroom I showed you. That's your guys bathroom. But until then, i'm sure you both aren't comfortable sleeping together, so until I can get another bed, one can take my bed and one can take the other.”  You smile. Jeongin was the first to jump up.

“I call your bed!” He smiles big, throwing his hand up. Hyunjin just rolls his eyes. You get up and hold both of your hands out. You hold their hands and walk to the first bedroom. You look up to Hyunjin and Jeongin.

“Goodnight, guys. I’ll be on the couch.” You say. You weren’t sure if you should hug them or what. So all you do is smile and bow you head slightly. You turn to walk, but Jeongin holds on tightly. You look back and see a confused look on his face.

“You aren't sleeping in your bed?” He asks confused. His words took you off guard. Did he expect you too...no. You knew hybrids loved skinship. So you knew that meant lots of cuddling. You could already see it now, him touching you and not liking what he feels.

“No, no. Plus I need to catch up on some reading. Go to sleep, the beds are really nice.” You say and slip your hands out. “Good night guys. Ill be out here if you need anything.” You say. You open the closet door as they disappeared into the rooms. They shut their doors at the same time. You sighed, as if you could finally breathe again. You grab a extra blanket and pillow and go to the couch. You laptop was on the kitchen counter, you grab it and continued to read the rest of a websites article. In the rest of the reading, you found out something you wished you found before getting them.

|| Hybrids are made with certain genes. Think of it as a recipe that can be changed. They have the basic DNA strands to be a functioning human with animal traits. Then every hybrid has a different combination of certain genes. Making each one unique.

They were made to become your lover, or your best friend. Even though hybrids are very observant, they can't read you mind. Depending on the hybrid you will need to tell them what type of relationship you want. Some, mainly in the canine and feline families, they will instantly want to love on you. You will need to set it straight to them. If you don't, their feelings will grow and grow, and if you don't feel the same. You will hurt them. So tell them before it's too late.||

Oh fuck.

You were suddenly scared. You wanted to go back a day and finish reading the article, then maybe you would have more time to think about it. But no, they are literally in the next rooms over. You sighed. Now that you think about it, you weren't sure what you wanted. And you knew that you needed to talk to them. But what if they just laugh in your face.

You knew the go to answer would be friendship, tell them you want friendship. But do you? Do you want something more? Maybe one can be one and one the other? Fuck. If you knew this information yesterday, maybe you wouldn't of gotten two. You took a deep breath. You needed sleep. So you did.

As the morning comes around, and as you start to wake up, you noticed just how freaking hot it was in your house. Did one of them turn the heat up? When your eyes opened you were met but a face, not even a inch from you. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you screamed pushing yourself away. But you didn't expect two hands to grab your waist, causing your body to not hit the floor, like you thought you would. The hands carefully pull you the rest of the way off the couch and onto the floor. You were confused until you looked and seen your coffee table on the other side of the room. You look back and see Hyunjin on the floor and Jeongin on the couch. They both had a worried face. The Hyunjin looked at Jeongin with a irritated look.

“I told you not to lay with her.” Hyunjin says shaking his head. But your mind wasn't focused on it. It was focused on the face that you almost crushed Hyunjin. You were so careless.

“Hyunjin. Are you okay?” You ask looking all over. Making sure he wasn't showing a sign of discomfort.

“Of course I am. I should be asking you that.”

“I'm sorry Noona.” Jeongin chirps in. That damn word.

“I almost crushed you, I didn't know you were there.” You say. You looked away, you felt your cheeks heating up. You wanted to jump in a big hole and never come out.

“Crushed? How can I be crushed,” He pauses and you felt his presence get closer to yous. “ by a cloud?” He says into your ear causing your body to freeze up.

“A-a cloud?” You stutter. Was that a compliment or should you be offended.

“MmHmm. A cloud that I could eat up.” He says with a low voice, right into your ear. Then his tongue sticks out and kitty licks at your ear making you jump. You backed away and you looked at him with confusion all over your face.

“You guys…” You mutter. You look at both of them and notice that both of their eyes were a lot lower than usual. It made their eyes looked a lot more fierce, a lot darker than before. Then you spoke before you could stop yourself. “I think friendship would be best.” You were too scared. Scared of them looking at you and hating what they see. You don't want them to feel like they have to like you, just because you adopted them. It would be different if they were human, then they would be you kids. But in the hybrid world it wasn't like that.

When you finally looked up, Hyunjin had his knees to his chest and he was frowning not looking at you. When you looked up he turned his body away from you. Your eyes looked up at Jeongin, and his face made you miserable. But when your eyes looked at him, his face turned still, and he looked away.

“I just don't think i'm good enough to be on that level of a relationship with you guys. This way, you both can go and find whoever when you are comfortable enough.” You shrug. You thought that would be best. You knew it. But you guess you were wrong. “I know I should’ve told you sooner.” You felt as if you fucked up.

“No, no, it's okay. I don't think we will be...um...finding anyone else anytime soon. But thanks for telling us.” Jeongin say, he tries to put a smile on his face. You knew you said the wrong thing.

You didn't know what to feel at the moment, so you tired something else.

“It's like, I have a choice on what hybrid I want, but you guys don't...you guys don't have a choice.” You try to reason. Hyunjin doesn't say anything, his back was to you still. This was just embarrassing. You were making a fool---.

“We don't see it that way. Plus, if we didn't like you, you would've known when we first met.”

“It isn’t our fault you have body problems, maybe you should’ve figured that out before fucking adopting us.” Hyunjin stands up and he leaves the living room. You hear the bedroom door slam. Your heart was beating out of control and you couldn't breath, you felt yourself panicking. You quickly got up and ran to your room, leaving Jeongin behind trying to call you back.

Jeongin was sitting on the couch for about ten minutes after you left. He had to think for a second. He knew you were quite shy from the beginning, he also knew he shouldn't of acted the way he he did. Jeongin and Hyungjin were quite close, being the only korean hybrids in the shelter. So Jeongin knew Hyunjin quite well. It was hard for Hyunjin to show his feelings. He’s been betrayed more than he’s been shown love, so he can only show his anger. He can't help it.

Jeongin gets up and walks towards the hallway. He stopped in his tracks when he sees Hyunjin leaning against your door. He was on the ground with his legs up to his chest.

“She's asleep, I'm going to apologize when she wakes up.” He mumbles when he hears Jeongin walking closer.

“Let’s go in. She doesn't think she's good enough to be with us, so we have to show her.” He says, he opens the door slowly and walks in. Hyunjin gets up and walks in behind Jeongin.

Hyunjin was scared. He wondered if you would want him anymore. He knew what he said was way out of line. He wish he could go back in time and re do the whole thing. He wouldn't of said anything, he wouldn't of even acted the way he did.

He was afraid that you would do something to hurt him like the family before. But now since this little incident happened between you two, he knew that you were the one he needed. As he looked down at you as you slept on your bed. He could tell that you were once crying before, your lashes were still wet. He felt himself get extremely depressed, his chest started to hurt a lot. His body let out a loud and sad cry. He climbed onto the side of the bed your back was facing and he melts his body into yours. When his body wrapped around yours, it really felt like he was at home. He also knew that it was going to be hard to just be friends with you, he was going to have to try to change your mind, or at least try.

“Jeongin, can you leave?” Hyunjin asks, but he doesn't take his eyes off of you.

“What?...” he asks him shocked.

“I just want to apologize alone, I’ll give you your time alone later.” Hyunjin whispers when you start to move a little. Jeongin just nods, he doesn't hide his sadness but he leaves.

Hyunjin was against your back, but he was afraid to touch you with his hands. His didn't want to disturb you, but his heart was beating way to fast for him not to do anything.

He was so happy that you got him, when he first seen you, you made his heart almost fall to his ass. He was scared, he didn't know what to do, he didn't even feel like this when he suppose family would visit. Suddenly he was pulled out of his thoughts when you turned over, facing him. His eyes were wide and he froze as you got comfortable again, you face a buried into his chest. He tried his best not to purr. His chest would start vibrating, causing you to wake up. He frowns his face trying to hate the feeling of his chest warming up, he tried to ignored the goosebumps raising on his skin from you breathing hitting his skin.

He looks down and notices your lips, and how soft they were. He looks at almost every freckle that was laying on your face. Your lashes made him swoon, he wanted to caress and kiss every part of your face. He couldn't help it anymore, his chest starts to rumble. He felt better and less tense now that he isn't holding back his purring. Just like he expected, with in a couple of seconds your eyes open and your body freezes up. Your eyes look up at him, and back to his chest. Your hands that were scrunching his shirt up. You quickly let go and start to move away.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble over and over, you were still kind of dazed from just waking up. Hyunjin grabs your wrist so you don't move too far away.

“It's okay, I think I already love being close to you.” He says smiling a little. Your eyes snapped to his lips and your cheeks instantly burned. “I'm happy. I'm really happy you brought me home with you. So I'm extremely sorry for what I said earlier. I was just upset.” His eyes were staring right into yours. His eyes made everything so much more intense.

“Upset? I didn't mean to make you upset.” You whispers softly. That wasn't your intention, but then again you never took their feelings in for consideration.

“Last night, Jeongin and I talked about this. Not many people know that Hybrid feel certain connections when they meet people, and both of us, our connection is so strong with you. We were excited for our future together, we even agreed not to get jealous of each other. But when you said you wanted friendship, it just really threw us off, it threw me off.” He says lowly. He scooches a little closer as he spoke, one of his hands were now caresses one of your cheeks, your eyes were stuck in his. His face was so serious, but his eyes showed so much.

“You-you wanted more?” You were shocked, have they seen you?

“We both do. You are just so damn…” His eyes trail down, making your face blush so hard. Then his eyes snap back to yours.

“But you can say no. It's all up to you.”

Your mind was going crazy. You were so confused at everything happening in your life. First no one wants you, now two do? It had to be to good to be real.

“Your purring is so loud” you couldn’t help but to say it. It was the thing that woke you up. That's when you noticed his ears again. They stood out against his dark hair, so you didn’t know how you didn’t notice. They went down slightly when you said what you did. His face started to turn slightly red and his eyes darted some place else other than you.

“I’m sorry. I can't really he-.” he started but you quickly stop him.  One of your hands shoot up to his chin and tilt his head back up.

“No, it’s cute. Doesn’t it mean you’re happy or something?” You ask in a lower voice. His eyes looked deep into yours making you feel shy once again.  

“Yea, something like that.” he says softly back. You didn’t know what to do or say to not make it as awkward as you envisioned it.

“When we met, you said I could touch your ears, and i know it might sound weird...but they are so pretty..” you were mumbling, you knew you were. You had troubles with thinking before speaking.

“Please touch them, you never have to ask.” he says in a low voice but quickly.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna inva-.” he cuts you off by grabbing your hand and bringing them up to them. The first touch had your hand moving by itself. He was softer than he looked. you touched the darker tip of them. You were so mesmerized by them that you didn’t notice Hyunjin looking right at you,  mesmerized by your face.

You slowly moved your hand down, dragging your nails in multiple different ways. As you got closer to the base you noticed how his breathing picked up and his purring was more interrupted. Was the base the sweet point? You decided to switch back and forth from ear to ear, softly playing with them. It made him whine out that you were no longer going lower than just the tip.

His whine made your insides melt, you gave him what he wanted almost instantly and started to run and scratch the base, and it was like he jumped. He didn’t expect you to just suddenly go, and that caused him to move his head into your chest making you freeze up a little. After a second you moved a little to lay on your back and you brought both hands up to each hair and that cause him to huff out and lay on top of you, his head still buried into your chest.

His movements were sudden, and you didn’t know how to feel. You knew he could feel you under him and that made you blush like crazy. You continued to rub his ears so he didn’t notice your weirdness going on in your head. You tilted your head a little to try and look at his face. You couldn’t believe he was real.

Your heart started beating even faster in your chest when you see that his eyes were closed. Could he hear it? His lips were sticking out slightly and you suddenly really wanted to touch them. Did they feel as soft and cloud like as they looked?

Then it hits you again, he wants more than friendship, he wants you. This god like creature wanted you?

Fuck, that scared you, you hated getting close just for them to stab you in the back, and break your heart. You knew you pushed people away. But maybe they were different. But then again you always thought that.

“Hmm, I promise Jeongin and I will earn your trust. We won't hurt you, Noona.” He whispers the last word as you scratched a little harder on accident, he seemed to like, so you weren't too worried about hurting him.

That damn word. You didn't know why it made you feel special, it made little butterflies flutter all around in your stomach. The way it just slides off of their tongue…

You've noticed how fast your thoughts went dirty recently. It made you slightly uncomfortable, only because you couldn't help it. You didn't know if you hid it well, or it was in plain sight.

You felt his fingers dig into your side a little which made you freeze a little.

“I have to use the restroom.” You mumble, and pause your fingers and remove them from his hair. When he peels himself off of you, you shivered a little from the cool air that was around you. You didn't realize how much heat he was giving off. You quickly went into your bathroom and you shut your door behind yourself. You quickly use the bathroom, and you freshen up a little.

But you suddenly felt really weird. You met them all done up, and you were scared that when they see you...then you realized that the whole little moment you had with Hyunjin, you were exposed. No makeup, no perfect posture.                                                              

Fuck. Your mind starts spiraling outward.

Did he notice? Did he care? Why should you even care? You can't help the thoughts...did they take pity on you? Did they know about your past love life? Did they notice your insecurities?

You quickly got out not wanting to keep them waiting. You quickly got dressed for the day in some loose light blue jeans with a black leather belt. You grabbed a white turtleneck and a pale yellow tshirt to go over with, with the word ‘live’ written across the bust. Your hair was now curly so you just throw it up in a messy bun. You quickly do a little makeup to make yourself feel a little better and you leave out of your room.

You went into the living room, and the kitchen but couldn't find them. You went to their room you gave them and knocked on the door. Within a couple of seconds the door opens and Jeongin pops out. He looked as if he wanted to say something but he freezes and his eyes widen.

“Noona. How did you manage to look so good in such little time?” He asks looking at you up and down. Before you say anything the door behind you opens.

“I don't know what's better, this or the no makeup and PJ look.” Hyunjin voices comes out deep behind you. You felt your cheeks heat up almost instantly.

“Definitely this.” You laugh it off a little and your eyes snap down. You quickly clear your throat. And look back up and change the subject.

“So, I'm actually really unprepared for this.” You say sighing. “I didn't want to go to the shelter with a certain hybrid in mind, I hate getting my hopes up. So I wasn't sure if I should get fem, or masculine clothes. So that's what I am doing today. Buying you both clothes, because well I don't think you want to wear these sweats anymore.” You laugh a little. Your heart pounding in your chest.

You don't see, but Jeongin and Hyunjin looked from you to each other and smiled really big. They felt their heart start to beat faster, making their bodies get a little hotter and their tails start to flick.

“But I also didn't realize how intense your diets were, so I hav-”

“You don't have to follow that. In fact can we not? We are part human.” Hyunjin asks. He hated how strict the shelter was. He understood eating healthy was perfect training for a future lover, but damn. “Fish is nice though.” He licks his lips. You laugh a little when his eyes sparkle. You could tell he was trying to make you laugh. It was so cute.

“Do you like sushi?” You ask, it sure sounded good.

“You’ll let us have sushi?” Jeongin bursts out with wide eyes.

“Well yea why not?”

“We had it once. Well the cats did. But they found out everyone likes all kind of sushi. Good sushi isn’t cheap. So we never had it again.” Hyunjin laughs a little. You felt yourself feel hypnotized as he was explaining and he shakes his head almost naturally and his hair moves out of his eyes, and as soon as it did his eyes goes right to yours. His monolids making the stare so much more fierce. You couldn't help but to look somewhere else, making him sigh.

“Well, if you guys come with me, it would be much easier to get clothes, plus ill order sushi later.” You give them a small smile, trying to convince them.

“Why wouldn't we go with you?” Jeongin asks confused. You looked up at him and his looked almost surprised. “Is it the hybrid part? It's okay if you are used to it.”

“What? No, no. It's just your clothes now, and I don't know…” You didn't know what to say really. You couldn't say that you were embarrassed of yourself. What would people think what they see two beautiful men on either side of you, you this walking tragedy. You sighed.

“Lets go, so we can get this over with.” You say trying to look happy. You hated feeling like this. You should feel wonderful right now, but yet all these thoughts. You turned around to walk towards the front door where all of your jackets and winter were was in a closet.

You got two feet away when a pair of hands grab both of your arms and pull you into a hard chest. You looked down and almost instantly recognize the large soft hands as Jeongins.

“It's okay.” He says softly in you right ear. He lays his head into the right side of your neck from behind. His body was giving off waves of heat it felt like, it made your body turn to a puddle. But you weren’t sweating. Your cheeks were burning, where his arms were around your body, burned.

A good burn. A burn that you need.

Your heart almost gave out when Hyunjin came around in front and instantly brought his larger more manly looking hands around your waist lower and more towards your hips, his head in the left side of your neck. You were so confused right now. You weren’t sure what the sudden affection was for. You didn't know what to do, what to think. You were so tense and stiff.

            || As hybrids they have a couple more senses then the normal human five. They can't ‘feel’ emotions, but they can sense them. In fact certain emotions, they will feel as well. When the human is happy, they will feel happy and giddy. When the human is sad then the hybrid will feel a heavy presence on them. Each emotion has a different reaction depending on the human and the hybrid. ||

Later that night, the three of your sat around the coffee table with chopsticks in your hands eating away. A movie played on the screen in front of you and you felt content. Their closet was full of clothes that they picked out, and shoes aligned with it.

They said they didn't need two mattresses and would rather have more room and one bed.

You couldn't help but to keep thinking about what Hyunjin said earlier. You had been wanting to talk to them all day about this.

When the movie was done, you turned the tv off and cleared your throat catching their attention.

“Um… I wanted to talk, to clear things up. Ya know hear your opinion.” You say softly.

“Finally. I've been waiting for this talk Noona.” Jeongin says smiling and he shifts his body a little to face you.

“You have?” Your eyes widened a little.

“Yea. I've realized that you like things just out there, because your mind runs when you aren't sure. So i'm ready to tell you want I want from you and I want you to tell me what you want from me, from us.” His voice was soft and serious. You felt yourself freeze up a little with they both grab your hand. They were so soft and so welcoming.

“Well...uhm. What do you want from me? I'm up for anything.” You say the last part more softly. You keep trying to look at them in their face. But their gaze was too much for you. Your words were honest. You’d be will to try anything. But that doesn't mean you weren't scared. Fuck, your mind just kept going on and on. You keep picturing their faces twisted in disgust when they see what’s under the clothing. “At any point, if you don't like anything...Just tell me, I’ll back away. You won't hurt me. I just don't want you to hide anything-” You were startled when Hyunjin pulled his hand away from you. You eyes were glued on him and his eyes were stuck on you. He moved in front of the table and pulled it away from you and Jeongin.

You wanted to ask him what in the world he was doing. But Jeongin pulls himself onto his knees, his hands still in yours and he puts either knee on both side of your legs. Your eyes were crazy wide and you look up to his face as he looks down at you.

“Jeongin…” You whisper out. Your heart was beating so fast, your mind was fuzzy. His body sat upon yours. He looks so small right in front of you, so good and delicious looking.

His free hand comes up and touches your cheek. His hand was so warm.  

“I can almost sense it. Deep down…” His hand trails from your cheek down a little, around your neck slightly. “All of the men who hurt you, hid you away.” He mumbles. Your body was tingling slightly. The only thing on your mind was Jeongin. Both of his hands go down and grab your hands, he brings then up and makes you grab onto his waist.

“I know you want to…” he whispers into your ear. His mouth was grazing around it, letting his soft breath hit your skin. You felt goosebumps rise on every part of your skin. “Come on, push me down Noona...make me yours.” Your body was burning...your mind was blurry. Your hands were squeezing him, pulling him closer.

He was so beautiful and you couldn't tell him no. He wasn't making you feel useless, he made you feel like you were the one in control. He was yours.. He is yours…

You pushed him down with one thing on his mind. You switched positions with him, you now straddling his lap. You drag your hands up his body and around his face. He sits up a little from his lying position.

You brought his face closer to yours. His breathing was rugged. His eyes never left yours.

“Baby…” You mumble against his lips. His body reacted just how you thought, just how you hoped, just the way you always imagined someone under you. His body trembled a little and his mouth parts and a little airy whine comes out. It made you smirk just a little bit.

“B-baby...I like it. Call me it again.” He mumbles, you felt his hips move a little and that's when you noticed his lower area, hard. “Please.”  Your tongue sticks out and lick his bottom lip a little.

“Baby...you’re mine?” You ask, your hips start to rock against him a little to get him going a little more. The elbow he was leaning on, It looked like his arm gave out, the one that was supporting him.

“I'm yours. I'm definitely yours. We both are. Please kiss me...please.” He begs, he looks so fucked out, so good. You had to give it to him, he begged without being asked, it made you tingle down below.

Finally you leaned forward to kiss him, and when he seen that you were leaning in, he meets you halfway. He got impatient and later you’d have to tell him that that wasn't allowed, but you couldn't stop a moan from escaping your throat. Your hands went through his hair so perfectly, it was so soft, and light. Your fingers played with his ears, making him moan and groan underneath you.

You wanted to continue and go farther down but you were stopped from a little whine coming from next to you. Your lips left Jeongin’s and your eyes were met with slightly glowing ones. The way he was looking at you, this eyes were low and dark, except for the slight golden glow. You didn't know what to call him, his nickname for you. The key thing to trigger a perfect response. Was he even like Jeongin, would he confuse your moves as ‘cute’, instead of hot and sexy.

“Hyunnie…” The nickname fell from your lips, not really sure about the name. But he seemed to love it, he bites on his bottom lip a little to try and keep in his slight whine, but it came out to fast, it was muffled, but it was enough for you. “Do you feel left out?” You ask softly. You kept your eyes on him as you crawled off of Jeongin to sit on your knees a couple of feet away from Hyunjin.

He was sitting on his butt, his legs sprawled out in from of him. He bends them as if he was going to come over to you, but he hesitates. He eyes look over to Jeongin, who’s hair was all messy, and his cheeks were still slightly pink. Then he looks over to you again. You look at him in wonder, you wondered what will make him tick, make him stop overthinking and just do.

You understood that he wants to do something, but his nervousness was getting to him.

“Is it true Hyunnie? Are you mine?” You ask, you start to crawl to him a little. Right until you were right in front of him, but you don't touch him. You were still on your knees, so he had to look up at you a little.

You hoped he would hurry and do something so you could move from this position. Your knees were killing you.

When he nods his head, you smile a little.

“Then why the hesitation?” You ask.

“Because I'm not sure if you want to love on, or want to be loved on” He answered with no hesitation at all, which surprised you, but not as much as his actual answer did. Your heart was already racing but now…

“What do you want to do?” You whispered.

“Both.”

It was such a simple word, but it did so much to you. You raise a hand and grazed it against his jaw, luring him closer. Slowly, he gets into a kneeling position as well, his eyes glued to yours. He starts to lean down slowly, his eyes trail down to your lips. He locks his target and starts to close his eyes. He was moments away when there was a sudden knock at the door.

When your eyes left him and looked behind him at the door, his chest rumbles out with a growl.

“Shh,” You say caressing his face softly, wanting him to keep calm. His hand comes up over yours, and his eyes were on you again, he looked down at your lips. He started to lean in wanting to capture your lips finally. But you back away from him wanting to open the door. You smile at his little pout and get up.

You go to the door and open it up. You were surprised to see your old friend TaeYong at the door. As soon as you opened it, his smile hit you and his arms were open ready to take you into a hug.

“YN! I've missed you.” He whispers and enters your home. You were highly confused and you quickly shut your door.

TaeYong was a guy that was truly special to your heart. Years ago, he was once your best friend and he stole your heart. In fact he stole it and left the country for school. He never knew you loved him at one point. But that doesn't stop your shockness when he enters.

“You have hybrids?” He asks entering the living room and sees them sitting on the couch.

“I-uh, yes. Just recently. When did you come back?” You ask confused still. You reach up and try to fix your hair, in case it looked strange.

“A couple of days ago, I'm staying with my sister now. What are their names?” He asks practically hounding over them.

“Jeongin, and Hyunjin.” You say slowly, you watched as Tae reaches up to touch Hyunjins ears when he hisses at him making him jump back.

“Ohh, Hes feisty.” He says laughing a little.

“Uh, I don't think he likes strangers.” You say walking between them.

“Right right. Well my parents are throwing a party tomorrow. And you know them, finger sandwiches and tea. Make sure you were a skirt or something.” He says walking towards the door.

“Wait what?”

“Remember when my mother would just throw random themed parties? Well this one, girls are required to wear skirts and boys are to where some type of dress attire. Please come?” He says clasping his hands together.

“I, I have to talk to them first. But text me the address and we might show up.” You say smiling. You felt a hand grab yours pulling you gently, making you back up slightly. You could feel the tension thickening. You weren’t sure how they would react around others, and so far you were going to go crazy yourself

“Okay! I really hope you can come, it will be just like old times.” He smiles hugly and he leaves out of the door. As soon as the coast was clear, the hand that grabbed you, yanks you down and you land in Hyunjins lap. His face a twisted in a frown as he leans down and quickly captures your lips in his. Everything happened so fast, so it took a moment for you to process.  

Your head was in one of his hands and his other hand laid on your waist. His lips were soft and cloud like, they were warm and rushed against yours.

But just as quickly as he there, he pulls away, letting you slid off his lap and onto the floor, shook as fuck.

“I don't want to go tomorrow.” Jeongin says from behind you. You look up at him.

“You don't have to.” You say smiling and nodding, but he just frowns again.

“I don't want you to go either. I-I don't…” His frown soon goes away and his cheeks turn red. You felt on alert, confused to his change in emotion. You lean up, tilting your head a little.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. He sat on the couch, you were on your knees leaning into him. Hyunjin comes and lays his head down on Jeongins lap.

“I don't want us to go either. I don't like him.” Hyunjins words come out softly.

“It's okay, we won't. What will we do instead?” You ask, your hands come up and start to play in Hyunjins hair.

“I don't care, as long as you're there.” Jeongin says smiling. He grabs on of your hands lacing his fingers through yours. Hyunjin grabs your other hand, the one that was in his hair and laces his fingers through yours as well.  

You remember reading somewhere that a Hybrid won't get overly possessive and protective until you've mated with them, or in human language, have sex with them. When you do, it's like they claim your whole body as theirs. But that's the extreme, the more you do the more they love you and become attached. You made the slight mistake by kissing them. It wasn't a whole mistake because you loved kissing them already, it's just, if you knew it would change how they acted so much you would've waited.

The next day, you woke up before them. You told them to sleep in the other room just to be safe, you didn't know what would happen if they slept in the same bed after you kissed. You might’ve been overdoing it, but you didn't know how they would act.

You opened your bedroom door, only to let in two bodies. You could tell they were leaning against your door. When their bodies fell over, their eyes popped open and they looked at you. You squatted down to their level.

“What are you two doing?” You say smiling a little and looking between them. They were both looking at you so deeply. Jeongin was the first to speak up.

“It's hard to sleep in that room.” he smiles showing off his shiny braces. You reach up and smooth out his messy hair, causing him to lean into your touch.

“Only because you aren't in it.” Hyunjins soft voice follows, he grabs your other hand. It was so strange to you, as you looked between them both, their eyes never left yours, their smiles were stuck, even though they were sleeping on the floor outside of your room.

“How long were you out here for?” You ask worried that they were out here all night.

“Um, we sat here around 11.” Hyunjin says quiety, trying to think.

“I went to bed around 10, why didn't you just come in?” You ask smiling a little. You stood up and they followed right after making sure your hands was in theirs.

“We didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” Jeongin says squeezing your hand a little.

“It's okay. I would've let you sleep with me if it was hard to sleep.” You started to pull them down the hall and through the living room and into the kitchen. “What are you guys hungry for?” You ask them letting go of their hands and walking to the fridge.

You come to realize that you might have to cook two different meals every time you cook. Which made you already sigh in exhaustion, you needed to teach them how to cook. You weren't sure what to cook for their very first official breakfast. You looked back to them, watching as they were talking between each other. They were sitting across from each other leaving the middle spot open to you, the other spot taken by the table sitting right next the the wall.

It was like they could sense you, at the same time they turned their head and looked at you. You quickly looked away and tried to busy yourself, hopefully to get passed the fact that they caught you looking at them. Your heart raced as you opened the cabinet and took out two packs of ramen. You then got out two pots and one pan. You quickly started to bowl the ramen. In the pan, you cooked some shrimp first and prepared it to eat, then you took it out, cleaned the pan then put a little bit of chopped up beef and started to cook it.

“Wow, it looks so good!” Jeongin voice comes out from beside you. You jumped at his closeness, not even hearing him walk up. You look at him as he looked down at the food that was cooking, you looked over and seen Hyunjin standing on the other side. He was too looking down at the food like it was the best thing he has ever seen.

“Do you guys wanna help?” You ask taking the beef out. “Go grab whatever veggies you want.” You say pointing toward the freezer. You made sure to get pre cut veggies that could be frozen, it will help cut down the cooking time. When they did, you instructed them that they had their own pots and to put however much veggies they wanted, plus their protein. They after they were done, they put in their flavor packs.

As they did that, you got out some more pans and started to cook some rice and scrambled eggs. You seasoned it how you liked.

You told them to go sit down, but they insist on helping until you could sit down as well. So you told Hyunjin to get some bowls and cups. Then you told Jeongin to get the jug of water out of the fridge. You put everything in the bowls and poured the water.

After it was all done, you all sat down and began to eat.

After breakfast, you told them that you were going to go and get ready for the day and that they should too.

You were in your bedroom, looking through your clothes. You weren't sure what to wear, or what you were even going to do today. So you stood up and left your room. As soon as you opened your door to walk out, you didn't get really far. You were frozen in place. Hyunjin walks across from the second bathroom into their shared bathroom. He was towel drying his hair, as another towel hung from his hips. Your mouth went dry as you seen how his upper body was still slightly wet. He wasn't super muscular, but his body sure was carved from the Gods themselves. You couldn't help but to look down, as lines shaped into a v went down. You were hoping he would continue into his bedroom, so you could snap out of it and wait until he was dressed. You felt like your eyes were stuck. As soon as his body disappeared, his head popped back out.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit pale.” He asks stepping back out of his doorway. It's like you don't have control over your own eyes, you look down right away. You couldn't help but to bite your lip a little as you watch his arms as he puts the towel he was drying his hair with around his neck.

Your quickly look up and clear your throat.

“Um...uh...you took a shower so fast?” You ask, your voice cracks a little. You could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Jeongin steps out in some basketball shorts. You wanted to cover your eyes when you realized that he was shirtless too, the towel around his neck covered up a little.

He was so innocent and soft looking as he looked between the both of us with a big smile on his face.

“The cat part of him.” He laughs and pulls the towel off of his neck.

“Yea...I like to do what I have to and get out.” He says quietly, making you look at him. He was looking at your with such a dark stare, it made you feel funny inside. You felt a warmth hit you in the stomach and you weren't sure what it is...but as he stepped forward that spot twisted and turned. You wanted to run and hide, but you also wanted to stare and touch.

“I personally love showers!” He runs off into the bathroom. You wanted to call after him, he felt like a safe haven that you didn't want to leave. Jeongin was the literal light to Hunjin dark and dangerous vibes.

You couldn't handle yourself around either of them yet. With Jeongin you felt like you should be the one taking care of him, so that helps a little with your self control. You would do anything for him, and it's scared you a little because you've only had him for a short period of time. But with Hyunjin, you felt like your knees could give out at any moment. His eyes would look at you so intensely, and you weren't sure what he was thinking, you weren't sure what you could do, or say without ticking him off. You knew he supposedly liked you, but you were scared of saying one thing and he completely changing his mind about you. He felt, they felt too good to be true.

“Yn.” When his name leaves his lips, your eyes catch his. “Follow my finger.” He holds his hand up holding out one finger next to his head. You frowned a little but nodded anyways slightly confused. He then brings it in front his nose. You focus on his fingernail, looking back and forth between his eyes and finger. He then touched the tip of his nose and started to drag down. Your eyes quickly followed.

Your eyes widen a little when the pass over his lips. As he slows a little and just to taunt you dragging at his lips, making them pull down. Flashes of him kissing you days ago flash in your mind, making your want to run away.

His finger then falls to his chin and goes down his neck, it then goes passed his collarbone and down his chest...you refused to look any longer.

“I'm...I still have to take a shower.” You looked at the ground, fight or flight right? You were over trying to fight.

Your hand was almost to the door knob when his hand pulled you back, so it was out of your reach.

“Oh come on… why are you so afraid of me?” His voice was soft, and it had a slight whine towards the end. Your eyes were stuck on the floor too afraid to look up. You felt his hands grab yours holding it for a slight second, he brought your hand up. You think that maybe he was bringing it up to his cheek, something your realize he liked. But instead your felt skin, but hard. You were confused and looked at what he was doing. Your mouth went dry has he pushed your hand downward making your fingers run over the hard divots.

“Hyu-” He cuts you off by stepping forward with one big step and you were suddenly against the wall. Your head was to the side and he stuck his head into your neck. He made sure to keep your hands against his stomach.

“You are the cutest little thing.” He whispers into your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine. “I'm not even doing anything and yet you are almost red as a tomato.” His tongue sticks out, licking a strip up your neck. You gasped out, not expecting his warm muscle to be on you. Your hands shot up to his arms to push him away. If you weren't leaning against the wall, your knees would've buckled beneath you. It was the need to get away from future embarrassment keeping you up.

“I'm sorry. You just smell so good. I don't ever want to leave this spot.” He buries his face deeping into your neck, and he raises your arms to hook around his neck, then he pulls you in closer.

“Hyunjin-” Your voice came out as a whine, surprising not only yourself but Hyunjin as well. A little growl erupts through him and he starts to kiss all over your neck, getting more and more rough. His hands traveled up, making sure you couldn't get away, and he started to leaves marks all over your neck.

He felt drugged, but in a good way. He was floating on clouds and your scent invaded his nostrils. His hands were grabbing at every possible part he could. One of his hands soon went under your shirt and shooting straight up your back. His lips started to make their way towards yours. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and he was nibbling below your jaw bone.

“Fuuckk.” You moan out, the pleasure all shooting straight down. As soon as his ears were blessed with your sounds, his lips were on yours without anymore hesitation. You didn't waste any time kissing him back either. His hand clawed down your back and both of his hands met at your waist and he pulled you up, making your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

You instantly pulled away wanting to be let back down.

“Shh…” He shushes you and he kisses you again. But this kiss was slightly different, he embraced you so deeply that you completely forgot that he was holding against the wall. Your stomach and mind was going extremely crazy, at the fact that you've always wanted to be held against the wall, and now he was. So effortlessly.

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[queenofangrymoths]

Sunset After Ashes - I

So this is a story that I was held at gunpoint by one of my characters. Her name is Ash and she’s a bi, Italian vampire. I hope you enjoy the first part of her story. Message me if you want to get tagged for this?? Don’t know how long this will go on but just, IDK, message if you’re interested.

For the record:

Topolino means ‘little mouse’ in Italian.

Conejito means ‘little bunny’ in Spanish.

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1980

It’s funny how ex-boyfriends can come back to bite you in the ass. Or the neck, in Ashley Carissima Lucy Vecellio case. She shivered, twitching on the tiled floor of her parent’s bathroom, burning with a high fever. Everything hurt. Her neck, her mouth - everything. She’d shivered in bed for most of the day, then the pain worsened. It was enough to make her scream and cry, muttering a prayer under her breath. All of the prayers were that death might come and take her but they fell on deaf ears.

It was Sunday, she got out of church by claiming she was sick. It wasn’t much of a lie. This was the worst of it, she shivered. Rick said he’d come when she was ‘out of the worst of it’. As much as she was scared of what she was going through now - she was downright terrified of when Rick was comingto get her. Seems like we might need some context on this Rick, shall we? Well, Rick is an asshole. A complete douche. Not always, she knew but now, he was a dick.

Ashley met Rick at church when she was nineteen. He winked at her subtly and she blinked like a damsel as the song and dance began. Dates at diners, dancing clubs, dinner with her family. It was everything Ashley hoped for. She was so sure that she might marry him in their local church all dressed up in white. That’s when it took a turn for the worst.

“Where are you going?” He asked her as she walked out of their apartment, really it was her apartment but they lived together.

She grabbed her keys, putting on black sunglasses. “Just out to the mall,”

“You can’t.”

“Excuse me?” She looked up at him, her hand already on the doorknob.

“You can’t go to the mall,” he said again, she stared at him harder.

She blinked her long lashes, her brow starting to furrow. “Listen, Rick, I need to go pick up some highlighters - for my test on Friday-”

Then he said something that blew her mind. Made her furious and started a long hell. “I think you should drop out.”

She stopped, her heart beating fast. “Excuse….Excuse me?”

“I think you should drop out.”

Ashley stared at him, she grew cold as she took off her sunglasses, her eyes on fire. She’d worked her ass off to get in her program, to get a spot in a male-dominated field and...he wanted her to drop out. “You’ve got to out of your goddamn mind, Rick, if you think I’m dropping out.”

He got up, walking towards her. Why her blood chilled as he stalked up to her, she was unsure. She didn’t know why but her heart started racing faster and faster like a rabbit upon seeing a predator. “You’ll never get a job, Ashley, no one wants to hire a girl for engineering.”

Despite her fear, she held her ground. “Then I’ll be the first. Now, I’m going to the mall, to get some highlighters, get out of my way.” She hissed, turning the doorknob and walked out, slamming the door behind her. It only got worse from there. He didn’t stop her from going to her classes but he demanded to know where she was at all time, even if she was out with friends or family. They argued more, Ashley pushing against every boundary and rule he tried to set. She knew it was going to happen eventually but it still hurt when he hit her. And that, that was Ash’s line in the sand.

“Get out!!!!” She screamed, clutching her cheek and glaring at him fiercely.

“Ashley, it was an accident -” He stuttered but she cut him off, blunt teeth bared.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the police!” She growled, inching closer to the landline. He stared at her, his face paled. “Well?! GET OUT!” She screamed. It took a second but he ran like a rat with his tail between his legs. Ash took a breathe as the door closed and called her Mama, crying. It was a rough night but it was the start of something new. 

 Three years went by without issue. Rick left Ashley the fuck alone. She graduated college with a bachelor's degree in engineering and started working as an architectural engineer, turns out someone did hire her! A girl! Who would have known? Every day she succeeded made her feel smug, every achievement a little fuck you, Rick, because Ashley was petty like that.

Then the attack happened. Memories of it were blurred and in actuality, she was glad she couldn’t remember it. Still, she never forgot what Rick had said. “We can be together forever, Ashley! Don’t you see this is the best option?” Clearly, there was a difference of opinions because Ash punched Rick right in the jaw as soon as he released her, stumbling and weak but still pissed as hell. “Don’t worry, Ashley, I’ll come to get you after the worst of it,” He left her at her parents' house, claiming that he found her drunk. Ash hated him for that. That and the bite.

Days later, she was alone when the fangs grew, alone when the cravings took her. Alone and content to scream her heart out. The next two days were messy, no other words fit the proper description. At long last, she woke up changed, tired and hungry. Her family surrounding her, Mama sobbing with relief. Her aunts set to work, feeding her water and broth.

“Don’t let him in,” she whispered to Mama and the aunties. 

“Who, honey?” Mama asked. 

“Rick - don’t - don’t let him in.” she cried.

When Rick arrived the next day, claiming he was going to bring Ash back to their apartment, Mama looked him dead in the eyes and said he wasn’t welcomed in their house anymore. The strangest thing happened, his dark eyes widened and his olive skin paled as he scrambled out of the house, quicker than a jackrabbit. “Like a rat,” She muttered to her daughter. They shared a giggle.

For weeks, she couldn’t think clearly. All she remembered was just...feelings. The hunger m never went away and the new fangs pricked her tongue all the time. She knew they could fold back...somehow. Ash didn’t know how to or what might satisfy her. When the aunties finally declared that Ash was well enough to rejoin the living world, they spent the day cooking, the kitchen smelled heavenly of rosemary and garlic.

Only for Ash to end up in the hospital with a swollen throat caused by an allergic reaction. “Garlic??? Are you kidding???” She heard Mama titter before giving her hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry, topolino, we’ll get through this,”

Ash didn’t remember much of her time in the hospital. Her memory was pretty shitty right after turning, that happened with the change and her body trying to figure what the fuck was going on. Her dreams were weird - filled with blood and darkness, raw meat, and lots and lots of blood. It made her mouth water. The cravings worsened to the point that now, Ash knew she was *this* close going mad. Fledgelings needed to feed regularly, even more than a usual vampire. If they weren’t, then….it was an absolute disaster. And that’s what Ash’s turning was, a disaster.

Somehow, she broke out of the hospital and wandered wandering the streets of LA, half out of her mind. She was lucky that she didn’t maim anyone or a hunter hadn’t found her since she’d be easy prey for even a beginning hunter. Thankfully, Alejandra found her first.

“Goodness, fledgling, aren’t you a mess,” A voice was as clear as the water Ash sat in. The newly turned vampire was sitting one of the many pools of fountain Monterey Park, completely soaked to the bone. Standing in front of her was a woman with polished bronze skin, the color reminded Ash of warriors of old and their shields with dark brown hair tied back to keep out of her face. A bag was hanging in the crook of her elbow and her eyes covered by big sunglasses.

“I’m…” It was hard to form sentences, difficult to even think properly. It frustrated the newly turned vampire to no end. She was a goddamn engineer, not an idiot. “Hungry.” She bit through her lip and it drew blood. It tasted so sweet and Ash was this close to crying with relief. 

The woman took off her sunglasses, showing black eyes so beautiful, filled with pity. With a hand reaching in her bag, she stepped towards Ash. With slender fingers, out of her bag came a blood bag and she offered it to the sorry girl. “Drink, fledgling,” 

Ash didn’t hesitate, she snatched the bag and drank the contents like a starved, feral animal. Her mouth was covered in blood, steady drops dripped down her chin and found their way in the water. The woman offered her another and then another. When the third blood bag, Ash felt more like...her, normal for the first time in so many days. “Feel better, conejito?”

Ash blinked at her, her lips parting to show longer canines.“Why do I feel like that?” Her cheeks felt fuller with the fangs unlocked, she had a lisp. She just drank blood, holy shit. The metallic taste was wonderful on her tongue and the craving, the endless hunger was gone! She didn’t feel fucking fantastic but she felt fine.

The woman helped her up, covering Ash in her jacket. “Because you’re a fledgling, conejito. Trust me, I’ve seen worse,” She attempted to reassure her.

“I’m a what?”

“A fledgling,” Like a guardian angel the woman - who was called Alejandra, guided her down the streets, in the direction of the hospital. “Oh, you don’t know?” Her voice was filled to their brink with sympathy. “What’s your name, conejito?”

“Ash.” 

“Listen, Ash, this may sound impossible but you’re a vampire.” The words were serious and stern, not a single ounce of joking. Ash swallowed hard and stared, unblinking.

“I’m a what?” 

“A vampire, you need a mentor, fledgling. Who bite you?” 

“My ex-boyfriend.” Ash muttered a curse under her breath, cursing his name to God and whatever Hell she could manage. 

In two seconds, Alejandra decided that this fledgling was hers now. “Well, fuck him, I’ll be your mentor now.” the woman said as they arrived at the hospital. Alejandra gently pushed Ash in the hospital lobby  “Meet me in Monterey Park, you’ll know when.”

“Wait, you just can’t leave me here without explaining everything-” Ash turned and Alejandra, her guardian angel, gone. As if she’d never been there in the first place. Stunned, Ash watched the sunrise, not even noticing as a  nurse rushing up to her. Not until she pulled her deeper into the lobby and screaming that she’d been found.

Three days out of the hospital, three days of somewhat normality in avoiding the sun, garlic, and crosses which was harder than most because Ash was fucking, hardcore Italian. Sunshine, garlic, and crosses were practically their culture. After three days, the hunger came back but this time Ash knew what to do. After the sunset, she slipped out of her room and made her way to Monterey Park. As she arrived at the fountain, there was Alejandra with her bag, waiting for her. “I want a fucking refund,” Ash called as she walked closer. 

Alejandra’s lips quirked into a smile. “And why is that, Conejito?”

“No sunlight, no garlic, no crosses - I am fucking Italian!! How the fuck am I supposed to avoid those things?!” Ash huffed, her fangs popping out with her anger.

Alejandra threw her head back and laughed, her dark eyes glittering with glee. “You got spirit, conejito, I’ll give you that, but joking time is over. Class is in session now.”

“Will there be a test?”

“Perhaps,” and then, they got to work.

[platinumjeon]

BTS Reaction - You’re an equestrian/meeting the horses

Anonymous said: hey! can i request a reaction where you're an equestrian and you take the member to meet the horse you own/lease but the horse is lippy (idk mine is really weird about always wanting to have his lips on/around something or someone yet never actually using his teeth to bite like boii who are you 💀) and the member also makes sexual innuendoes? lol thank you in advance, i love your blog <3

AH new fave request guys I’m an equestrian too! It’s nice to find some BTS fans who also love to ride lol I’m probably gonna be so extra for this reaction, just a heads up

J-Hope:

Such a scaredy-cat. He wants to meet your horse, and wants to see the place where you spend all of your free time, but he’s terrified that he’ll get chomped on or stepped on. You assure him that it won’t happen - as long as he stays out of the horse’s way.

“Y/N..what’s it doing?” J-Hope would ask, stepping away from the animal before it could lip his arm again. 

“He’s just saying hi,” you say, trying to hide your laugh as you quickly run a curry over your horse’s fine, brown hair. It would be the middle of summer and J-Hope came completely under-prepared, with black jeans and bright, white converse. 

“It wants me that bad?” J-Hope would say slyly as your horse took a step towards him, pulling at the crossties on his halter.

“No, dummy, he just wants food.” You say, gently tugging your horse’s leather halter to get him to step back. J-Hope just pouts and goes back to gingerly petting the horse’s face. 

Namjoon:

Today was the day Namjoon finally came to the barn. You didn’t go together because he had to work, so he came in the middle of your jumping round. It was the middle of the summer, but a cool breeze helped the heat, thankfully. He walked up to the white fence and rested his elbows on it, absolutely mesmerized by your riding.

He wondered how you could control a 1200 pound animal so easily. He figured the teamwork between you and the horse was important as you sailed over parallel oxer after parallel oxer. 

After your lesson, he walked into the ring as you climbed down. Your horse was quiet as you quickly loosened the girth and put the stirrups up, and you smiled at Namjoon as he began to speak.

“That was amazing. I should have come out earlier!” He said, watching as you put the reins over your horse’s head and began to walk towards the entrance of the barn.

“She does all the work,” you laughed, giving your horse a hearty pat on her neck. Namjoon smiles and looks at your horse, before reaching out to pet her face. 

Your horse was on the cross ties when you pulled the saddle off her back and brought it to it’s place in the tack room. “Holy shit, she’s so sweaty!” Namjoon said, looking at the dark spot. But then he mutters, “Not as sweaty as you get when we-”

“Namjoon!” You gripe, smacking his arm as you bring your horse to the wash stall and begin to hose her down. Namjoon just laughs and pokes around the barn, inspecting a brush and petting the odd barn cat that appears.

Jimin:

You brought Jimin with to the barn because he’s been complaining about meeting your horse for awhile. He wonders where you go every morning and stay at for hours on end, while he either works or sleeps. 

When you arrive, you run off to the bathroom to change into your breeches and polo shirt, while you leave Jimin to look around at the horses. You walk out to find him reaching his hands through the bars of a stall door to pet your horse, who just lipped at Jimin’s hand. It was hilarious watching Jimin pull his hand back at lightning speed when your horse did that, because she was harmless.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked, walking over and opening the stall door. Your horse huffed and took a step towards the open door. Jimin jumped at your words, and inspected his hand.

“She tried to bite me!” He exclaimed, wide eyed.

You laughed, “No, she didn’t. That’s her way of saying hello.”

He stayed quiet, that is, until you brought your horse out and hooked her halter to the cross ties. Jimin eyed you up and down and whistled, before saying, “I think you should wear those pants more often, baby.”

You scoffed and began to get your stuff together, offering a brush to Jimin who shook his head with a smile and stood beside you, running a curry comb down the horse’s neck. 

Jungkook:

From the get-go, he wanted to get on the horse. He didn’t even have second thought before you let him swing his leg over the saddle and adjust himself before settling back and gripping the reins as if he was on a pony ride.

“Alright...I’m just gonna lead him around. Just don’t lose your balance and you’ll be fine.” You said, gently pulling the lead rope so the horse would begin walking around the arena.

“Jungkook could be a horseback rider, if he wanted to,” you thought as you let him begin to walk off alone, without your guidance. You figured that the horse you had him on couldn’t go any faster than a muted, lazy trot, and watched Jungkook circle around the arena a thousand times.

He looked like a happy child on his first pony ride at the carnival. “Of course he has nice balance, his thighs are thick as hell,” you snort to yourself, making Jungkook look up at you before reaching forward and petting the gelding’s mane. 

“You know, Y/N, I think girls have it easier when it comes to riding horses because god, this hurts my-” Jungkook began to say, before you yelped “Hey!” and covered your face with your hand in embarrassment.

Later on, after Jungkook’s horseback riding extravaganza, you got on your own horse. Jungkook stood at the entrance to the arena, watching as you directed the horse to move into an extended canter, before attempting a canter pirouette. 

“That was amazing,” Jungkook exclaimed as you led your horse down the aisle. Sheepishly, your boyfriend stopped you and asked, “Can I lead him to his stall?”

Taehyung:

Your pride and joy was Taehyung, of course. You loved him with all your heart, but he knew he had some competition when it came to Marilyn. He was utterly convinced that the big chestnut’s brown eyes would intrigue you more than his own, and that you’d decide not to answer Taehyung’s phone calls because you were with Marilyn.

Lest him be reminded that Marilyn, was a horse. 

So Taehyung, being his jealous self, decided he wanted to meet this Marilyn, and find out exactly why you loved being away from Taehyung so much just to ride around on a big, snorty animal that weighed 1000 more pounds than you did.

But when he saw you on that horse, with messy hair pulled back into a low, loose bun, tan breeches on and black, knee-high riding boots that you always complained were too small, he kinda realized why you loved that Marilyn so much. 

To him, it looked like you were flying and you had a smile on your face for the entirety of your time spent on the back of that horse. To Taehyung, your smile was the light he saw at the end of a tunnel, but now...the light at the end of the tunnel was your smile as you rode through jumps and ground poles, on the back of Marilyn.

“It looks like you had fun, Y/N.” Taehyung said, shoving his hands in his pocket as he walked alongside you, the mare close behind the two of you.

“I did. I love riding. Marilyn is honestly the best.” You said with another signature smile. While you put the horse on cross ties and began to untack, you noticed Taehyung stay in the front, close to Marilyn’s face. He was stroking her nose gently and lipped at his hand. At first, he’d pull away and make a face. But when he realized the horse wasn’t trying to hurt him, he’d just giggle.

You heard him talking to the horse, too, her ears pointed in the direction of his low voice. “Listen, as long as you return her to me safe and sound I won’t sell you.” You rolled your eyes at his words - he didn’t even own the horse in the first place - but you knew that he meant well.

You brought Marilyn over to the wash rack and began to try to cool her down from the heat the summer brought, and Taehyung decided he wanted to help. The quiet hum of the water turned into an all out water war, as you squirted Taehyung with the hose and he threw soapy sponges at your hair. Towards the end, Tae looked you up and down,

“Damn Y/N, you’re more wet now then when we-”

“Taehyung! Shut it!” You laugh, spraying him with the hose again before shutting it off and putting the horse in her stall. Before the two of you left hand in hand, Taehyung peeked into your horse’s stall and whispered, “I guess you’re not so bad, Marilyn.”

Jin:

Jin would be that boyfriend who insisted on holding your hand all the damn time in case you tripped. He’d be really lovey, and would be utterly concerned when he saw you climb on that huge horse in a dusty arena.

“B-be careful, Y/N,” He’d say loudly, his eyes shifting from your face down to the horse’s, who trotted off at your command. You brought him along today because you needed to get a workout in, but you also wanted to spend time with Jin since you didn’t get to a lot.

He was also very curious about your horse, and what you did for hours on end here. Your trainer just rolled her eyes with a smile at Jin, then let herself out of the arena. Jin watched as your trainer walked away, and gulped. 

“If you k-keep doing that, you’re gonna get hurt,” Jin said loudly again after you had finished easily sailing over a jump and through some ground poles. You stopped your horse right at the gate where Jin was standing, huffed and put your hand on your hip.

“Jin. I’ve been doing this for 10 years. Accidents happen, but not often.” You said, staring down at your boyfriend, then giving your horse a pat. Jin eyed the animal wearily, before reaching out and softly brushing the horse with his hand. He jumped back when your horse snorted, but relaxed when you walked off.

“Okay, but still..be careful.”

Suga:

You’d have to drag him to the barn. He wouldn’t want to go because he thought it would be smelly, or have a lot of flies, but when he walked in he realized that it wasn’t anything like that.

“See, Yoongi. This isn’t so bad. Can you go into that room and grab my saddle off the hook on the far left?” You asked, going into the stall and clipping a leadline to your horse’s pretty red halter.

Yoongi just looked at you funny before slowly walking into the tack room. You had already finished brushing your horse by the time he came back out, struggling with three saddles in his arms.

“I got confused.” He said, gesturing towards the saddles. Laughing, you walk over and take the correct saddle off his arm and direct him to put the other ones back, because they weren’t yours.

“Do you want me to teach you how to saddle him up?” You ask brightly, and before he can respond you give him the saddle back and tell him to put it towards his withers.

“What the hell are withers, Y/N?” Suga asks incredulously, staring at the horse then back at your face. 

“They’re like shoulders. Right here, like this,” you say, showing him how to correctly put the saddle on the horse. You were just about to unclip your horse from the cross ties when Suga shrieks. “What’s he doing?” He cried, pointing at your horse’s underside.

A loud laugh erupts from your mouth when you realize what he’s pointing at, and explain to your poor boyfriend between fits of laughter. You couldn’t get the look on his face out of your head. “That happens when he’s comfortable with what I’m doing,” you exclaim, “he seems pretty comfortable with you, Yoongi.”

“Damn, that’s a long ass-” He began.

“Yoongi! Stop it.” You said, putting the reins in his hand so he could lead the horse out to the arena. “You and your innuendos.”