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reminder | jjk (m) pt. 3

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship.

➥ GENRE: angst ⋆ smut ⋆ bit of fluff ⋆ exes with benefits

➥ CATEGORY: three-shot

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, lots of arguing, angst so much angst, toxicity, strong language, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, reader gets a taste of her own medicine, slightly aggressive jk (not @ reader dw), cockblocker!yoongi, hater!yoongi, mean!yoongi, yoongi just cares about jungkook okay, another bts member cameo and he’s the only normal person in this frfr, a bit of jungkook pov, quick forgiveness bc they love each other so much guys like theyre such losers omg, mentions of.. THE NECKLACE… sorry in advance, oral sex (m. rec), unprotected sex (dont be dumb), rough love making, make-up sex, shirtless ck jk because why not…, kinda subby!jk for a moment… :D, creampie, mentions of edging, mentions of overstimulation, teasing, imo both reader and jk are extremely dumb in this tbh, minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 12.5k

a/n: ah. its the final part. i wanna take the time to thank you guys for loving this three-shot! the love reminder has received really did have me considering making it into a series (i really did) but honestly i think it’s best to keep it a three-shot. HOWEVER: i wanna write a lot of drabbles for it so look out for those!

a/n 2: ignore any mistakes u see or you are cloverphobic. not betaread.

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The distant thud of a car door slamming shut makes Jungkook jerk awake in his car. With a hiss, he slurps up the drool that had trickled down his chin from being knocked out and he shoots upright in his seat. He’s jetlagged as hell after flying out from Australia but he still insisted on seeing you first.

Unfortunately, when he knocked at your front door around 12AM, you weren’t home. Being his stubborn self, he decided to wait for your arrival in his car. He dropped Yoongi off at home and returned, parked in front of your door and waited.

But the sound of that car door slamming shut has pulled him out of his slumber. He looks out of the car window on his side, and there you are in the distance, dolled up and searching for your house keys in your clutch as you make your way to the front door.

Wearing a tight dress, hair did exactly the way you know Jungkook likes and from this angle he can’t see your face but without a doubt, he knows you’re absolutely gorgeous.

He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the time and the numbers on his lockscreen – which is a picture of his hand holding yours – tell him it’s 4:08AM. He’d been here for hours but all of it felt like minutes when he finally set his eyes on you again.

Right as he’s about to get out of his car, the figure of another person walks around the car you had just gotten out of. With a squint in his eyes, Jungkook tries to figure out who’s walking up to you right now.

A man, not much older than himself, holds you by your arm as he leads you to your front door. A frown creeps onto his brows when you don’t seem to have a reaction to this man touching you.

Jungkook watches as you keep digging into your purse, seemingly searching for your keys but that doesn’t matter to him anymore.

With a scowl on his pretty face, he silently gets out of his car and sneaks up on the both of you. He makes sure not to make any noise as he stands directly behind the unfamiliar man. Jungkook tilts his head to the side as he says, “She can handle the rest from here.”

He watches with a stern look in his eyes as you and the man slightly jump from the sudden interruption. Your head snaps in his direction and so does the man’s head next to you.

Jungkook can see the horror in your eyes as you come to the realization that it’s none other than Jeon Jungkook standing right next to you.

You’re staring at him like he’s grown a second head, Jungkook’s eyes trail your face and scan your features, committing it all to memory. Pupils dilated, a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead, lips swollen, remnants of lipstick smudged across your chin.

“Who’s this?” the unknown man asks you after the deafening silence that had settled around the three of you, a raise to his eyebrow as he turns his head to look at you.

You quickly compose yourself and clear your throat to speak but before you can answer, Jungkook butts in. “I’m Jungkook,” he says, cockily.

The man slowly nods to Jungkook’s introduction and opens his mouth to respond with his own name as he says, “Hoseok.”

Jungkook nods again after puffing out his chest with an air of arrogance and replying, “Nice to meet you, Hoseok. It’s awfully late, though. You should go home.”

Hoseok turns to look at you with a confused yet concerned look in his eyes, checking with you to see if it’s okay to leave you with this man named Jungkook.

You let a soft sigh push past your lips and give him a nod of reassurance. You place your hand on Hoseok’s bicep to wordlessly tell him it’s okay but he doesn’t look convinced. That’s when you say, “It’s fine, Hobi. Thank you for helping me get home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jungkook’s eye twitches at not only the nickname but at the fact that you’ve seemingly agreed to meet up with this man tomorrow. His gaze drops to your hand on Hoseok’s bicep and he rolls his eyes, fighting the urge to flex his own arms but quickly realizing how stupid he’s being.

Hoseok nods once he sees the sincere look in your eyes and slowly starts walking backwards whilst staring Jungkook down. Jungkook isn’t backing down, though, staring back head-on. Hoseok clicks his tongue and finally spins on his heels, making his way back to his car. He looks back one more time.

Jungkook hasn’t budged from where he was staring Hoseok down and Hoseok glances at you one last time before getting into his car and driving off.

Jungkook glares at the retreating vehicle until it has literally disappeared down the street.

With a frown on his face he turns to you but you avoid his gaze as you turn your keys in the keyhole, unlocking the door to your home. You don’t even hold the door open for Jungkook as you walk in, heels clicking against the tiles as you kick them off and make your way to your living room.

You toss your purse at the couch, watching as it tumbles to the ground with a loud clatter, spilling all its contents but you don’t seem to care as you turn to look at him once he closes the door behind him, in the midst of kicking his own shoes off.

“Why the hell are you here, Jungkook?”

His brows pinch together at your words, the urge to nibble on his bottom lip starting to creep up his spine. “What do you mean, why am I here?”

You stare at him for a moment longer with frustrated eyes and your lips pressed into a thin line, watching his every move but he isn’t budging an inch.

You shake your head as you start walking away from him but he quickly stops you, hand wrapping around your bicep as he tugs you back. “Y/N, speak.”

You glance down at his inked hand wrapped around your bicep and try to wiggle it out of his grasp but he doesn’t let you.

You scoff, “Seriously? I don’t fucking hear from you the entire two months you were in Australia and you have the nerve to come back and act like nothing has happened?”

Record scratch.

Jungkook can hear the cry threatening to spill from your throat and it stings him as bad as when he was punched in the mouth a week ago during a sparring match.

He’s usually gone for a week or two, never longer than that. Not only has he been gone for two months, he didn’t contact you at all while he was away.

He shakes his head, tugging you even closer to him. “You never hear from me when I’m gone, I always come back like nothing has happened! Why are you suddenly acting like it’s a big deal? We’ve been doing this for two years.”

You press your hands into his chest in an attempt to push him off but there’s no real strength behind it. “Because this time, it’s not the same!”

He quickly takes notice to your quickened breathing and the hurt in your eyes but he doesn’t comment on them and decides to stand his ground and defend his actions. “How is it not the same?”

The look of disbelief you give him has his heartbeat stuttering in its rhythm and his throat tightening as it starts drying out.

“Don’t act dumb, Jungkook,” you say, adding more strength behind your push against his chest.

He doesn’t budge nor respond, instead, he continues to stare you down with eyes that flicker with uncertainty and desperation.

You shake your head in disbelief again at his lack of response. “Last time was different. You know it was.”

Again, he has no rebuttal because he knows. He knows it was.

But Jungkook was scared. Terrified, even.

Before he reminds himself of how he’s felt the past two months, he changes the topic. “Who was that?” is all he asks.

Your brows pinch together as your eyes scan his face, dropping to his lips and catching the way he wets them with his tongue, a substitute for chewing on them. “What?” you ask him in confusion.

“Hoseok,” he pauses. “Who is he?” he asks, the face of the unfamiliar man flashing in his mind makes his blood boil all over again, fingers adjusting around your bicep to make sure you don’t slip from his grasp.

You can’t believe he’s deterring the conversation to this, apparent by the raise in your brows and the change in your pitch. “Are you serious?”

“Answer the fucking question, Y/N.” He closes the distance between you two, menacingly towering over you as he stares you down with his onyx eyes.

You huff in frustration and with a shake of your head, you reply, “He’s my friend.”

Jungkook nods to your words in mockery and then reaches up with his other hand, wetting his thumb with his tongue to wipe your chin clean of the makeup. “Friends follow you to your front door at 4AM with the same lipstick on their face that’s smudged across your chin?”

“Oh,” you begin with your eyes narrowed, “don’t you fucking start.” You wiggle your arm out of his grasp and this time he lets you, allowing you to make your way towards your bedroom. His presence is in your wake, following close behind you.

He ignores your words and as soon as the both of you enter your once-shared bedroom, he asks, “Did you fuck him?”

You groan, “No, Jungkook. I didn’t fuck him.” You start taking your jewelry off as you continue, “But friends do share New Year’s kisses.” You fully turn your back to him, tucking away your jewelry in their rightful place. “You didn’t even fucking wish me happy holidays.”

He sighs in exasperation, staring at the ceiling. He knows the fact that it’s New Years is why you’re dolled up, why you’re dressed like this, why you came home this late.

But that doesn’t make him hate it any less.

With a shake of his head, he says, “You know how busy I am, Y/N. There’s nothing more I would’ve wanted than to be here with you, you know that.” His tone has softened and he’s closing the gap between you two but he stops dead in his tracks when your head snaps in his direction.

“I’m not asking you to be here while you can’t. I know you can’t. I’m asking for at least a phone call.” You reach for the zipper on your dress right under your armpit, tugging it down to your hip. “Not even a text, are you fucking kidding me?”

He loudly exhales again, shaking his head as he throws it back and his gaze shifts up to the ceiling, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows down what he really wants to say.

You bitterly chuckle as you eye the short distance between the two of you – he’s standing about two meters away. “Bet you had enough time for other people.”

Your accusating words make his eyebrows twitch and so, his response is immediate. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

“Aht,” you say as you hold your hand up. “Don’t you fucking bullshit me,” you add, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

He shakes his head in disbelief, face turning to the side as his eyes shift to the wall on his left. He glares at the wall for a while, his hands on his hips and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

Then, he says, “Is he the one?”

Jungkook can tell by the way you sigh in exasperation that you’re fighting the urge to start yanking on your own hair.

“The one what?” you groan in annoyance as you start tugging your dress down your body, exposing your body in a matching underwear set and letting the dress pool at your feet before reaching for your bathrobe.

He rubs his face harshly as he adds, “The one you fucked.”

He’s still not looking at you but by your tone and heavened breathing, he knows you probably look like you want to bend over and scream until your vocal chords burst.

“I told you, I didn’t fuck–”

He immediately cuts you off. “I’m not talking about today. I’m talking about what you told me in the shower before I left for Australia,” he says. Then he repeats, “Did you fuck him?”

At that, you go quiet.

He closes his eyes at the silence, jaw clenching as you fidget with the ropes of your bathrobe and his own throat tightens at how you go speechless. You glance up at him with big eyes and a tremble in your chin.

At your lack of response, Jungkook finally looks at you, eyes dropping to your mouth, not missing the quiver in your pretty lips. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

You shrug your shoulders and finally find your voice after what seems like ages. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters.” He stomps the rest of the way over to you, menacingly towering over you. He adds, “I’m not buddy-buddy with the people I fuck.”

You tilt your chin to look up at him, brows knitted together and a scowl forming on your face. “Drop it, Jungkook,” you mumble, tying the bathrobe around your waist.

He closes whatever small distance is still in between you, his body pressed up against your arm before he leans down to directly say the next words into your ear, “Was he good? Did he fuck you good? Did he do the thing you like?”

You move your arm up, pressing your elbow against his chest in an attempt to push him off but he doesn’t budge an inch. “Stop it,” you warn.

He clicks his tongue and kisses his teeth with a loud smack, still not backing away from you. “Not so fun to be on the receiving end of that, is it?”

He’s right. You’ve been pestering him like that for years, always bringing up his sex life with other people to provoke him, to annoy him, out of your own selfishness. Why can’t he return the energy? Put you in that situation? Give you a taste of your own medicine?

You click your tongue in annoyance not only with him but yourself. Teasing him all those times has come back to directly bite you in the ass.

“Shut up, seriously.” You bump your shoulder into his as you make your way to the bathroom but he doesn’t let you get away that easily.

“Were you together? Or was it casual?” He follows close behind you as he continues to pester you.

“Jungkook.”

He doesn’t care about the warning tone in your voice or the scowl on your face. “I just wanna know. I wanna know if he knows I fucked you all those times too.”

You don’t even respond as you start taking your makeup off, ignoring Jungkook’s gaze through the reflection. He’s leaning against the doorframe, cockily staring at you through the mirror and you do your best to ignore him.

When it’s been quiet too long for his liking, he says, “Does he know you’ll always let me do whatever I want to you?” He begins to walk closer, closing the distance between you two until his chest is pressed up against your back and continues to menacingly stare at you through the mirror. “That you’ll never forget about me?”

You slam your makeup wipes down onto the sink with a loud thud, turning to face him. He’s completely pressed up against you at this point, caging you in between the sink and his own body.

You don’t even know what to say because that’s exactly how you’d talk to him ever since the break-up. You tilt your chin to look up at him. “Stop.”

He scoffs as he stares you down with intense eyes. He kisses his teeth with a loud smack and says, “Yeah, not so fun, is it?”

You ignore his provocations like he did yours all those times and move your elbows up to his chest, pushing past him to walk back into your room. Jungkook is aware that you’re constantly creating extra space between the two of you because his proximity will have you bending to his will.

He stays back this time, just quietly watching as you get ready for bed. He can’t ignore the sinking heart in his chest as your bottom lip quivers and your breath has gotten shaky, he can never be mean to you for long and he knows that.

He deeply sighs and shakes his head at his own antics. “Come here,” he mumbles as he makes his way to you.

You don’t respond, you just keep your back turned to him as you prepare your pillows and sheets.

He quietly sighs to himself as he wraps his arms around you from the back, halting you in your movements.

He turns your body to make you face him, his big hands firmly on your hips. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things.” He leans into the crook of your neck and nudges your ear with the tip of his nose. “You drive me crazy and it’s making me act a fool.”

Your arms stay limp by your side, your way of telling him you’re still mad at him but you turn your face slightly to give him more access to your neck like you’ll always do.

“I fucking hate how much I love you,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbones, fingers digging through the fabric of your bathrobe to grip your hips tightly.

You sigh softly at the sensation of his lips on your skin again, your hands coming up to squeeze his biceps. “You’re an asshole.”

“I know, baby.” His voice is muffled by your neck but you feel the smile on his lips against your skin. “Didn’t like the taste of your own medicine?”

You grunt in response, pinching his biceps which makes him hiss and chuckle before pulling away from your neck to glance down at you.

“Will you let me kiss you?” he asks you, thumbs rubbing circles into your hipbones as his pretty black eyes roam your features.

“No,” you reply, moving your hands up to his chest and rubbing circles through his shirt.

His lips pucker up in a childish pout but he doesn’t push it any further, your proximity is enough for him.

“What’s the magic word?” you say.

His chest puffs as he chuckles, shaking his head. “Will you let me kiss you, please?”

You huff like a little kid that’s just finished throwing a tantrum but you nod your head to his question nonetheless, hands moving up to cup his cheeks.

His face closes in on yours and he presses his lips to your attention-seeking ones. He melts into your kiss, hands traveling up your sides to hold your waist tightly.

It’s been too long since he last saw you, so kissing you feels like a thousand years ago. He makes the most of it as he tightly holds onto your waist as if you don’t have breakable bones, as if you’ll slip through his fingers, as if you’ll disappear into thin air.

He slowly pulls back from your kiss. “I have something to show you,” he says as he reaches for something in his pocket. His phone seems to be in the way so he takes it out of his pocket and hands it to you so you can hold it while he searches for what he so desperately wants to show you.

You glance down at the screen as it automatically lights up and your eyes mindlessly drop down to the 3 hours old notifications.

[1:02AM]

René (AUS)

Are you still at the same hotel? Want me to come over?

[1:04AM]

René (AUS)

Missed call (1)

He watches your face twist into confusion and pain as his own eyes drop to where you’re looking at, the realization dawning on him like he got hit by a fucking train.

Jungkook’s body tenses up under your touch. His other hand drops from your hip and your eyes slowly trail to look up at him.

In a panic, he quickly says, “I swear, it’s not what you think. I swea–”

You don’t let him finish as you slam his phone into his chest and directly stare into his concerned eyes. “Fuck you.”

The way you say it with so much venom in your voice knocks the air directly out of Jungkook’s lungs.

He can hear an imaginary record scratch when you point toward your door and say, “Get out.”

Jungkook is stunned.

You have never made him leave.

You have never told him to just get out.

And for some reason, the ‘get out’ hurts even more than the vicious ‘fuck you’.

“Y/N–”

“Out.”

Jungkook shakes his head, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Don’t make me leave. Please.”

You immediately reply, “I want you to leave. Right now.”

He stares at the wall for a few moments as he gathers his thoughts. You stare at his side profile for a few seconds before you spin on your heels and head towards your bed.

As you plop down on your bed, you’re just in time to watch Jungkook dig in the pocket of his sweatpants and roughly throw something across the room, aimed right at the wall to your right.

You flinch at the clatter of a small box being smashed against the wall and turn to look at him with a frown etched onto your features.

He has never shown you any aggressiveness ever so you’re shocked at the sudden switch. “What the hell, Jungkook?”

He tugs on his long black locks before he quietly curses and turns, loudly stomping out of your room. The shuffling of him putting his shoes on reaches your ears and before you know it, the front door has been slammed shut.

Your hand sits on your chest, right over where your pounding heart is. You’re not scared of Jungkook and never will be but there’s a reason you don’t go to his matches. You don’t like seeing the boy with the entire galaxy in his eyes be aggressive, be angry, be consumed by hate.

When you’ve finally composed yourself, you take a few breaths to steady your ragged breathing. You deeply exhale and get up from your bed, walking over to the mini box and its spilled contents.

The small blue box is on its side, wide open and something shiny is sprawled out next to it.

Small tear shaped sapphire earrings that would fit perfectly with your estranged necklace.

The words – which you recognize as Jungkook’s handwriting – on the neon pink post-it that’s stuck to the inside of the lid shatters your heart into a million pieces.

‘Be my girlfriend (again)? :)’

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[6:30PM]

Hobi

I’m outside ^_^

You smile at your phone and apply your lip gloss as your finishing touch. With a final glance in the mirror, you give yourself a smile and a nod before heading into the hall and sliding your feet into your pumps.

You leave your home after locking up and quickly make your way down to the vehicle in front of your home before hopping into Hobi’s car, leaning over to give him a greeting hug.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks as he leans back and starts accelerating after you’ve closed the car door.

“Yeah. You?” you say as you buckle your seatbelt and open up the interior mirror above your head to check your makeup again.

“I’m fine.” He slows down in front of a red light and glances over at you. “What was all that about?”

“What?” you ask, already knowing what he’s talking about as you continue to check your teeth and waterline, ignoring the persistent lump that’s forming in your throat.

“Yesterday.” He returns his gaze to the road in front of him. “Well, more like this morning.”

You sigh and close the mirror, slouching in your seat as you glance over at him. “I’m sorry about that, Hoseok.”

Even if Hoseok was just helping you get inside, you feel bad about sending him away like that.

A chuckle leaves his mouth. “I know you are, I just thought I was seconds away from being decked in the mouth.”

You look out the window, pressing your lips together in an attempt at blending your gloss with your peachy nude lip combo.

“I know. Jungkook is just,” you pause, rubbing the scrunch between your brows.

He accelerates once the light jumps to green. “Is he the boxer?”

You merely hum in response, picking at the loose flesh around your manicured nails.

“You love him, right?” Hoseok’s question knocks the air right out of your lungs. The lump that had started forming in your throat has lodged down your esophagus and has unleashed a stream of lava that causes your heart to burn.

Your lack of response makes him nod his head, his hand coming to his jaw and rubbing his freshly shaven chin.

“And he certainly didn’t seem happy to see me,” he chuckles as he recalls the events of this morning.

“Yeah, well.” You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders. “He can’t just show up at my front door after two months of not talking to me.”

“Two months?” he repeats, leaning his left elbow against the window next to him and rubbing his chin with his hand whilst his other hand manages the gear shift and steering wheel.

You nod and cross your arms over your shoulders, adjusting the belt that’s digging into your neck.

He asks, “What was he doing for two months?”

You explain the events that happened two months ago, from Jungkook showing up to you telling him for the first time (again) that you love him. You explain the entire history between you and Jungkook, all the problems, all the love, all the pain, everything.

Hoseok knew you were still head over heels in love with an ex-boyfriend that also happened to be a professional boxer but he never pried. However, as he witnessed that embarrassing moment firsthand, you’re of the opinion that you owe him an explanation.

“Hm.” He thinks about what you just told him for a few moments, seemingly in deep thought. Unfortunately, you know Hoseok well enough to know when he wants to say something.

You turn your head to look at him, chest already tightening at the thought of him not agreeing with you. “You’ve got something to say.”

He looks at you for a moment before glancing back at the road. “I’m not sure you want to hear it.”

The raise in your brows indicates intrigue and surprise at his words. “Well, now you have to say it.”

He chuckles at the switch in your tone and parks in the theater’s parking lot before turning to look at you again. “To me, it just seems like he didn’t want to suffocate you again.”

“Suffocate me? He’s not going to suffocate me by texting me once in two months, Hobi.”

“No, I get that, and he is incredibly stupid for that but it seems to me like he’s so scared of losing you again that he didn’t want to ruin anything?” he explains, his point of view being a reminder that not everything may be what it initially seems to you.

You furrow your brows and part your lips to argue but Hoseok cuts you off before you can.

“What did he say after I left? Did he seem different?”

You think about it for a while. Yes, he did seem different, now that you think about it.

And then you’re reminded of Jungkook’s gift and his question. And at that, a surge of guilt spreads through your chest and starts bubbling up your throat.

“He, uh,” you start as you clear your throat, “he just asked who you were. The usual ex-boyfriend stuff. But he did kind of ask me to be his girlfriend again.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt and then turns to you. “So, I take it y’all made up, then.”

You shake your head, avoiding his gaze as you open up the mirror again to check if there’s anything in between your teeth to pretend you don’t care. “I told him to leave.”

“Why?” His brows are pinched together in confusion and you can see him aiming his frown at you in your peripheral vision.

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly again, hoping to appear unbothered. “I saw his phone, one of his groupies texted him. Just wasn’t in the mood.”

“Did he text them or did they text him?”

You slowly turn to look at him as a frown climbs its way onto your brows. “What?”

Hoseok stares at your for a few moments in silence before repeating his question, “Did he text them?”

You idly blink at him, the image of Jungkook’s face when he swore it wasn’t what it looked like flashing in your mind. Fuck.

You quickly compose yourself and say, “I don’t know.”

Hoseok blinks at you for a few times with a slight pinch in his brows before slowly nodding. “Okay.”

“You want to say something again,” you groan loudly, rubbing the scrunch on your forehead to prepare yourself for what he has to say now.

Surprisingly, he chooses not to. “I’m not going to this time.” A chuckle leaves his mouth after he says that, shaking his head in the process. “Let’s go, the movie is about to start.”

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Australia, 1 week ago

With a big gulp, Jungkook slams his glass down onto the wooden surface of the bar he’s sitting at. He winces at the burning liquid sliding down his esophagus, bringing his hand up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

He stares at his lockscreen, a smile creeping on his lips at the picture. His eyes trail your fingers and your hand, how well they fit in his.

With a tilt of his phone, he unlocks it using Face ID and opens the message app. He scrolls until he sees your name, it’s been over a year since either of you last texted each other. Like mentioned before, he always comes back unannounced and you always act like nothing has happened.

It’s how it’s been for two damn years.

His fingers slowly start hovering over your contact name. Should he text you? Should he not?

He shouldn’t. You told him the two of you would talk about it when he’s back. Maybe he’d scare you off if he were to text you right now.

Besides, he’d be back in town in five days anyways.

Right as he locks his phone again, he’s dragged out of his thoughts when a hand squeezes his bicep.

He snaps his head in the person’s direction.

“You gonna keep acting like you don’t see me?” Ashley – an ‘acquaintance’ of Jungkook’s – says as she tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear.

(Read: acquaintance meaning a person he’d usually fuck if he was back in their country.)

“Oh,” he mumbles, his arm tensing up under her touch. Not to flex his arm but because he doesn’t want her touching him. “Ashley, right?”

“Hm,” she hums as she drops her hand from his arm, swiveling in her stool to face him, her knees pressed into the side of his thigh. “Doing anything tonight?”

He shakes his head as he continues to stare at the ice ball in his glass, his fingers fidgeting with the rim.

“Wanna do me?” she suggests, her feet making their way to rub up and down his calves in a teasing way.

He instantly regrets all the times he had her bent over his hotel couch, pounding into her from behind and kept his eyes shut to imagine he was fucking you.

He quietly exhales and rubs his eyes with the back of the knuckle of his index fingers as he looks for an excuse to reject her. “I don’t have any protection on me,” he mumbles, hoping she’ll get the hint.

Jungkook is responsible when it comes to his sex life. He’s quite literally always carrying protection. The only person he had ever fucked raw and would continue to do so are you.

So, these past two months he’d been walking around with nothing of the sort because he didn’t feel the need to. Now that there was that blossoming chance that he’d get back together with you, he’d wait for you.

He doesn’t want anyone else moaning his name, he doesn’t want to hold onto anyone else’s hips while pounding into them, he doesn’t want anyone but you.

“We could pass a nightshop on the way to my apartment,” she offers, her hand coming back to his bicep and sliding up his shoulder to his neck, the tips of her fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

The thought of anyone else touching him right now has goosebumps popping out of the upper layer of his skin and not in a good way.

“Let me use the restroom first,” he says as he gets up from his stool, subtly shrugging her hand off his neck in the meantime.

He looks her way for the first time since acknowledging her at the start and gives her the fakest smile he can muster. He walks around her and disappears in the sea of bodies that had started growing behind them.

He quietly makes his exit through a backdoor, standing in front of the building with his back to the door as it shuts loudly behind him. He tilts his head back and allows the infinite soft rain droplets to gently kiss his face and neck.

After a few more moments of enjoying the rain and distant booming music, he whistles at a taxi that he sees passing by and jogs toward it, hopping in the back before anyone else catches him.

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present

Damn Hoseok.

It just seems like he didn’t want to suffocate you again.

He’s so scared of losing you again that he didn’t want to ruin anything.

Did he text them?

Should you have heard him out?

You couldn’t even focus on that damn movie. Hoseok’s words and input kept clouding your mind, kept reminding you of maybe – just maybe – you were being unreasonable.

No, you’re not at fault for being upset that he didn’t say a word for two months.

You still think he’s an idiot for that.

Even if it’s been like that for the past two years. This time it was different and you’re not going to let anyone gaslight you into thinking it wasn’t.

But with how well you know his heart, his love, his passion for you, you should’ve known better. You don’t even know how long he’d been waiting in front of your door on New Years.

And there you were during New Years, opening up your front door with a man in your wake that had been in your (once Jungkook’s) bed.

You and Hoseok met at a party of a mutual friend one night and immediately hit it off. For the first time since Jungkook (about a year and a half after the break-up), you finally allowed yourself to let loose and do the thing Jungkook did to get his mind off of you.

You ended up having casual hook-ups with Hoseok, and goodness, was he amazing.

He fucked you good, touched you in the right places, said the right things, did everything right.

But he wasn’t him.

So, after about four months, you’d called it quits. Hoseok, being the amazing person he is, didn’t pry but insisted on staying friends and being there for you.

And that brings you back to the conversation you had with him in the car on your way to the movies.

He didn’t excuse Jungkook’s behavior but he made some good points, and damn him for that. Because now you can’t stop thinking about it. All of it. The worst being that Jungkook had planned to ask you to be his girlfriend again on New Years.

And thanks to all of that thinking, you find yourself in front of Min Yoongi’s front door a few days later.

Since you broke up with Jungkook, he never bothered to find a new place since he’s gone a lot. So, you assume he must be crashing at Yoongi’s when he’s not crashing at yours.

You raise your shaky fist and knock on the door.

A few seconds later, the sound of shuffling and keys jingling reach your ears and instantly sends a jolt of electricity up your spine. The door swings open and you make eye contact with his manager, his intense eyes make your heart almost implode within your ribs.

His frown at your presence almost stings. “What are you doing here?”

You look to the side as you swallow, hoping it helps you gather your courage. “Is Jungkook here?”

He scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “Why?”

“I need to talk to him.” You turn your head to look at him again, hoping you look as determined as you feel.

He dryly chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “So, you can kick him out at 4AM without hearing him out but he needs to hear you out because you’re the one that needs to talk now?”

You cross your arms over your chest to keep yourself from fidgeting and glance at the floor. “I want to apologize to him for that.”

“You want me to believe that?” He glances at his watch as if he’s unimpressed with your reasoning.

Gosh, why is he so stubborn?

Before you can even reply, he bitterly adds, “You need to quit playing with that boy’s feelings, Y/N.”

You finally look up at the older man, a quiver in your bottom lip and an imaginary bag of sand unleashing in your throat as your mouth dries out at his accusation. “I’m not playing with his feelings, Min,” you pause as you look away. “Please, just let me talk to him.”

“You can’t expect me to believe you came all the way out here just so you can apologize to him.” He slides his feet into his shoes, running a hand through his freshly cut hair.

He looks so nonchalant, as if what you’re saying is of absolutely no significance to him. The tightening in your chest tells you that you’re starting to lose your patience. “And why the fuck not?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows twitch as he takes a step closer to you, menacingly looming over you. You now know where Jungkook gets that from. “You could’ve texted him and he would come over in a heartbeat, you know that.”

“Let me stop you right there,” you say as you raise your hand, holding it up in front of his chest. “He’s not a fucking dog. I’m not going to text him so he can jump at every command. I know he would, which is why I took it upon myself to come here and personally apologize to him.”

Yoongi tilts his head to the side as he listens to your ramble, his arms crossed over his chest. You see the glimmer of something in his eyes but you can’t tell what it is, he’s always been too hard to read.

You drop your hand, wrapping it around the straps of the purse you’re holding in your sweaty palms to tug it over your shoulder. “So, will you let me?” you say after a few seconds of silence from Yoongi.

He narrows his eyes at you, still trying to read you and your intentions. But your sincerity is clear, evident by the fire in your eyes, your balled fists at your sides and the pinch in between your brows.

He takes a deep breath and steps aside to let you in. “Do what you want. I was about to leave anyway,” he mumbles as he slides his coat on and walks around you, heading out the front door.

He abruptly stops and turns to look at you one last time. “Don’t make him do anything stupid, Y/N. Or so, help me God.”

He stares you down as if he wants to obliterate you with a single blink of his eyes and with that, he leaves.

Jesus. What is his deal?

You clear your throat and compose yourself. You quietly close the door after he’s left, kicking your shoes off and make your way down the corridor, peeking into rooms until you find a door that’s shut. You try to open it but it’s locked so you quietly sigh before bringing your fist up and knocking softly on it.

“Can it wait ‘till tomorrow, hyung?” Jungkook’s groggy voice is muffled from behind the door.

Your chest tightens at his voice.

You shakily exhale as you drop your hand, your other hand still sitting on the door handle. “It’s me. Can we talk?”

Instant shuffling behind the closed door has butterflies eating your stomach from the inside out, your fingers tightly wrapped around the straps of your purse as you forcefully swallow down the bubble of panic that’s threatening to rush up your throat.

The door swings open and you’re met with bed hair, shirtless, sleepy Jungkook.

Your eyes drop down his figure but you quickly return them to his eyes, your lips pressed into a thin line.

His eyeballs are practically bulging out of his eye sockets at the sight of you here and his brows are dramatically pinched together but he quickly composes himself and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Why are you here?”

It stings, it does. You realize that asking him that day what he was doing at your place must’ve hurt this way. Burned this way. Stung this way.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, your hands in front of your thighs with your fingers wrapped tightly around the straps of your purse as you swing it back and forth to distract yourself from the nerves creeping up on you.

He tilts his head to the side, parting his lips to answer your call but he closes his lips right away. The fact that he’s not replying is enough to have your heart stuttering in its rhythm, veins pulsating with fear. What if he tells you to get out like you did?

His silence makes you speak up and say, “I’m sorry.”

His expression doesn’t change but there’s a glint of surprise in his eyes. “For?”

“Everything.” Your reply is immediate.

He slowly crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re going to need to be more specific than that, Y/N,” he says with a stern tone in his voice that has your stomach twisting into a wringed out shirt.

You sigh as you watch him step backwards into the room again, leaving the door open for you, a wordless invitation.

He doesn’t even turn the light on, just goes back to sit on the bed but he reaches over to turn the flashlight of his phone on and turns his phone face down on the bed so it lights up some of the room.

You walk in and close the door behind you, looking around the room. You haven’t been here in a long time but not much has changed.

Your feet bring you to the foot of his bed, his eyes staring you down the entire time. “I’m sorry for sending you away and not hearing you out. I shouldn’t have done that.” You place your purse on his bed but stand in front of it still, anxiously fidgeting with the strap.

He continues to quietly stare at you which makes you continue, “I was,” you pause to sigh deeply, “I was upset because you didn’t talk to me.”

He exhales deeply and looks to the side, your eyes watching as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “You told me we’d talk about it when I was back.”

“I know I did but I thought I’d at least hear from you if it was going to last that long. I was waiting,” you explain, not missing the way Jungkook has nervously started nibbling on his bottom lip.

“I just thought that last time…” You shake your head as you continue, “I thought last time was different.”

He slowly nods as he returns the eye contact finally. “You’re right, it was,” he quietly says. “I’m sorry. I should have reached out. I was just scared you’d push me away again if I reached out to you just because you said–” he pauses as he glances at you and then turns his head to look away again, “those words. That you’d think I was too excited or something.”

Hoseok — a complete stranger to him — read Jungkook better than you. You should be fucking ashamed.

You gently rub your eyes to not mess up your eye makeup and then walk around the bed, moving to stand in front of him. He refuses to look at you, though, staring at his lap as if it’s playing a movie to him.

“Jungkook,” you start, “look at me.”

He slowly turns his head and tilts his chin to look up at you. If he notices the way your hand slightly hesitates before reaching out to him, he doesn’t show nor comment on it.

Your fingers delicately tuck his long black hair behind his ear, mindlessly playing with the shell of his ear.

“Will you hear me out this time?” he asks you, eyes twinkling with hope.

You shake your head. You don’t want to hear him out because he doesn’t owe you an explanation. “You don’t owe me anything, Jungkook. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

He wraps his fingers around your wrist as your own fingers play with his locks. “I want to. Will you let me?”

Your chest deflates as you deeply exhale at his stubbornness. “Okay.”

He reaches for his phone that he left face turned down on his nightstand and hands it to you. He’s telling you to check his phone to prove his innocence.

You shake your head as you push his phone away, you’re not that kind of person. You’re aware you and Jungkook don’t have the healthiest relationship but snooping in each other’s phones is something neither of you ever felt the need to do.

However, Jungkook is determined. “Just look at it,” he pleads.

Your eyes shift downwards as you curiously glance at the screen. It’s a text conversation between him and someone.

René.

You realize he’s showing you the full text conversation that you read last time and there are no replies from Jungkook at all.

[1:04AM]

René (AUS)

Why didn’t you tell me you were back in Australia? We could’ve gotten together and hung out!! Let me know when you’re back x

[1:06AM]

René (AUS)

Missed call (2)

You rub the scrunch between your brows and take a deep breath as the reality of the situation dawns on you. His words play on a continuous loop in your head.

I didn’t fuck anyone.

Jungkook had never denied it before. He would usually be quiet if you’d imply he’d been with someone. And if you think about it, that wasn’t even the part that made you upset. It was not hearing from him at all.

You push his phone back toward his chest when the text messages have mockingly stared at you long enough. “I’m sorry, Kook. I was such an ass.”

You continue, “This doesn’t change anything, I’m still a prick for not considering your feelings.”

He looks up at you through his pretty lashes, teeth chewing on his bottom lip which has reddened from all that nibbling.

You mindlessly press your thumb into his chin to make him release his bottom lip as you conclude, “Even if you did do whatever I thought it was you were doing, you have every right to. You don’t owe me a goddamn thing.”

“Just stop.” He shakes his head. “Don’t say that.”

You sigh as he dismisses your statements, he’s going to keep dismissing them so there’s no point in pressing him about it. “Well, I’m sorry. Are we good?” you ask as you tuck another lock of his hair behind his ear.

A soft smile stretches onto his pretty lips, his eyes glimmering like he’s holding the entire galaxy in his gaze, which is you. “Of course we are,” he says, eyelashes fluttering at you and if it was any quieter, you could probably hear the blinking of his eyelids. “Did you come all the way out here to apologize?” he adds, his voice quiet and uncertain.

No, you didn’t.

You slowly nod, sliding your fingers to his earlobe and down his jaw, rubbing his chin with your thumb. “I did.”

He nods his head and you notice the scrunch in his nose for a split second, a habit he has when he becomes emotional. Becoming emotional is the last thing you need right now so you avert your gaze to your purse on his mattress. “When will I see you again?” he quietly asks.

“You know where I live,” you say, telling him he’s always welcome whenever he needs you. You drop your hand from his face and reach for your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you head towards the door again. The sound of him following behind you reaches your ears, letting you know he at least wants to walk you out.

It’s a direct parallel of whenever you walk him out of your house.

However, you change your mind and decide that right now is the best time to respond to his unanswered question.

“Actually,” you say as you turn on your heels, “I came for one more thing.” You take his phone out of his hand to use his flashlight.

He halts in his steps behind you and raises his brows, eyes shifting to your hands as you pull out a box from your purse.

You hold it out to him, shaking it slightly when it takes him too long to take from your hands. A frown sits on his brows for a moment but he takes it into his hands nonetheless, opening it to look inside of it.

It’s your estranged necklace, the one he gave you three years ago.

He glances up at you, his pretty eyes once full of love and hope now full of hurt and despair. His misunderstanding squeezes your heart until you almost can’t breathe under his pained gaze.

“You’re giving this back to me?” he asks, voice so small and barely loud enough to be heard.

You shake your head. “I’m asking you to help put it on me.” You turn the flashlight around to aim it at your face, allowing him to finally see the tear-shaped sapphire earrings he got you hanging from your earlobes for the first time since you walked in.

It had been dark in the room so he never noticed you wearing them until this very moment.

His eyes jump from your right ear to your left, the reality of the situation dawning on him like a pile of bricks. The smile that suddenly stretches onto his lips singlehandedly glues all the pieces of your broken heart together again.

He can’t contain his wide smile, fingers scrambling as he takes it out of the box. He throws the unimportant box somewhere on his bed and unclasps the necklace, wrapping the chain around your neck from the front, never breaking eye contact with you as his fingers fasten the chain behind your neck. He adjusts the pretty necklace around your neck and reaches up to play with the earring in your right ear.

You can’t help but smile at his giddy reaction, your fingers coming up to fidget with the pendant.

His hand drops from your earlobe to his side, fingers pinching at the fabric of his swears. “Is this a yes?”

(Read: He’s referring to the question he wrote on the post-it note.)

You shrug your shoulders with a smug grin and add, “Clearly it’s not a no.”

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth as he shakes his head at your teasing. His hands reach out and hold your waist, pulling you closer to him and your heart jolts in between your lungs at his proximity. He nudges your nose with his and respectfully drops his hands to your hips.

“Will you let me kiss you?”

The two of you giggle when you realize you’ve both asked each other the same question in unison. You bring your hands up to cup his face and press your lips to his.

He pulls you closer, closing the distance between the two of you as he tilts his head. His hands squeeze your hips and you hum into the kiss, moving your hands behind his neck so you can wrap your arms around his neck.

You pull away slowly and move to cup his cheeks, rubbing the apple of his burning cheek with your thumb.

“Stay the night. We’ll talk some more in the morning,” he says carefully, hoping you’ll agree.

You tilt your head to the side as his offer reaches your ears, a thinking pout on your lips before you part them to say, “I don’t think Min Yoongi would appreciate me staying over. He hates my guts.”

He stares at you for a moment longer and then glances at the wall. He knows you’re right. “He doesn’t hate y–”

You cut him off. “Yes, he does.”

“He hates what I let the relationship do to me. It’s not anything against you.” He tries to reason but you can’t forget the way Yoongi looks at you like he wishes you would just disappear into thin air.

He must’ve noticed the uncertainty in your expression. “I’ll lock the door,” he adds as he nods over your shoulder at the door.

“What are we, teenagers?” you laugh, rubbing his chest to make him look at you and he does.

He kisses his teeth after being in deep thought. “Okay, then just stay for a little while.” He pulls you down onto his bed, making you let out a surprised yelp.

You fall on top of him, hands still on his chest. You glance down at him and he’s got a shit-eating grin on his lips. He whimpers when you bring your hand down to slap his chest before you roll off of him to take your jacket off.

You toss the article of clothing somewhere across the room and your attention is disrupted when he wraps his hand around your wrist to pull you down and back into his embrace.

He pulls your back flat into his chest, arm hooked around your waist and his lips pressed into the back of your neck. He inhales through his nose and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“I missed you so much.” He leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your neck, not paying any mind to the goosebumps that he’s awakening directly under the soft flesh of his lips.

You hum in response and let your eyes flutter close. “I haven’t had sex in months so if you don’t stop kissing me right now, I’ll ride you for three hours.”

He chuckles and pulls away to say, “Aren’t we moving too fast?”

You roll your eyes at his stupid joke as you wiggle out of his grasp and sit up, your gaze shifting to him next to you, eyes scanning his cocky face. “You fucked me for two years, Jungkook.”

“Still.” He rolls onto his back to be able to look at you better and moves his hands up to place the back of his head on top of his palms, allowing you to look at the clear outline of his biceps and triceps. He adds, “We just started dating, you horndog.”

“Right,” you say as you mockingly nod your head and get up from his bed, starting to head out of his room. “Guess I’ll just ask Hoseok.”

By the time the ruffling of his sheets have reached your ears, you haven’t even made it halfway through the room. Jungkook drags you back by your bicep, pulling you backwards into the room. You let out a quiet shriek when he spins you in one swift motion, hooks his hands around your thighs and lifts you onto the dresser.

He wedges himself in between your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the dresser and holding you tightly by your waist, fingers draped over your ribcage. “You just love exploring my limits, don’t you?”

You chuckle and reach up to tuck his beautiful hair behind his ears with both hands. “You’re hot when you’re jealous.”

He shakes his head with a smile stretched onto lips, wrapping his arm around the perimeter of your waist to push your chest flat into his. “Yeah? I could also just text René right now,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders before adding, “ask what she’s wearing.”

Your face twists into a scowl as you press your hands into his chest in an attempt to push him off but there’s no strength behind the push because you don’t want to push him off and luckily, Jungkook is not budging.

You huff and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his jaw and leaving a trail of soft kisses on his honey skin. “You could but you won’t.” Your breath tickles him, apparent by how quickly you can get goosebumps to pop out of his skin.

“Hm,” he hums nonchalantly and tilts his head to give you more access. He adds, “You sound awfully confident.”

“Yep,” you retort right away, dropping your arms and placing your hands on top of the dresser, leaning back on them as you look at him. “Want me to show you how confident I am?”

He cocks his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side, contemplating your words. “And how would you show me?”

You blink at him, fluttering your eyelashes innocently as you push him back and hop off the dresser. You turn him around and press his back into the dresser.

You slowly sink down, squatting in front of him and caging his calves in between your thighs in the process.

You look up at him with an innocent twinkle in your eyes as you reach for the waistband of his sweats, waiting for him to give you the green light.

“Shit,” he breathes out before eagerly nodding.

A soft giggle pushes past your lips as you start tugging his sweats down his legs and letting them pool at his ankles. You’re faced with his black Calvin Klein boxers and fuck, does he look good.

You tuck your fingers under the hem of his CK boxers and slowly tug them down his legs as well. His dick isn’t hard yet but it’s slowly growing.

You place your hands on the outer-sides of his bare thighs and move your head downwards to take the head of his dick into your mouth without using your hands, pretty eyes still staring into his.

He curses quietly and places one of his hands on your head, staring down at you to watch your every move.

You keep your eyes glued to him, lashes kissing your brows with the same innocent glimmer in your pretty eyes. You continue to move your head down his shaft, feeling it harden in your mouth and grow heavy with blood on your tongue.

His dick starts rapidly inflating in your mouth but you’ve already completely lathered it in your saliva, making it easier for you to pump his base as you continue to suck on the first few inches of his hardened dick.

You slide your tongue down his shaft, tracing one of the veins down to his balls as you gently suck on them whilst pumping his shaft, your eyes never breaking the intense lock you have his gaze in.

He winces in sensitivity and his thighs tense in pleasure as you continue to suck on his balls, your thumb gracefully rubbing over the head of his dick every time your hand makes it up his shaft.

“Quit teasing me,” he demands but it comes out in a pleading tone, his hips slightly jerking as he tries to fight the urge to thrust into your hand.

“Quit teasing me, what?” you press a kiss to the side of his shaft, eyes menacingly mocking him as you refuse to look anywhere else. You love when Jungkook submits to you because he rarely does.

He grunts in annoyance. “Quit teasing me, please.” His hand on your head gently strokes your cranium, hopeful that you’ll comply.

But you have other plans.

You haven’t taken him into your mouth since you’ve started teasing because the moment you do, he’ll make you eat your own shit by mercilessly fucking your throat. And you’re in need of teasing him some more before you let that happen.

You lick a wet stripe up the downside of his dick ‘till you make it to his tip, collecting all the precum that had started oozing out of his dick onto your tongue. You teasingly lick all around the head, the tip of your tongue sliding in between his slit which makes him hiss.

“Y/N,” he warns, trying to sound stern but his mouth betrays him when a soft, desperate moan pushes past his lips right after he says your name.

You simply hum in response. He can sound stern all he wants to but you’re the one in control, not him.

One of your hands abandons his thigh, letting the cold air hit the warm spot on his skin that your hand has left and you bring it up to massage his balls, tongue still wickedly teasing his slit.

You innocently blink up at him as you start pressing kisses to his tip, the precum sticking to your lips as you leave a sloppy trail of kisses down his shaft.

“Y/N, please,” he whimpers.

The moment his plea reaches your ears, you part your lips wide enough for him to fit through but you don’t move. It’s a wordless invitation for him to come use your mouth however he pleases.

He gets the memo right away and doesn’t waste any time to slide right into your mouth, holding your head in place as he thrusts into your mouth, groaning when the head of his dick slams into your soft palate.

You blink your tears away but it’s useless as he continues to assault the back of your throat, tears uncontrollably spilling from your eyes and rolling down your hot cheeks, ruining your makeup in the process.

You tap his thigh twice and he understands, halting his thrusts and glancing down at you to check. Once you take his dick back into your mouth and move your own head down his shaft again after catching your breath, he throws his head back and lets you suck him off to the best of your abilities.

Your makeup has undoubtedly smudged all over your face but you don’t mind, not when Jungkook loves it. You gracefully move your mouth down his dick, committing the feeling of his hardened shaft effortlessly sliding over your tongue to memory.

He moans and groans a few more times and that tells you he’s nearing his orgasm. But just as you’re about to speed up, he stops you.

“I want to cum inside of you,” he tells you before sliding out of your sloppy mouth.

You try to catch your breath and nod as you wipe your chin and mouth with the back of your hand before rising to your feet.

“I don’t like that I’m completely naked and you’re fully clothed.” He reminds you that you are – in fact – fully clothed and he is – in fact – buttnaked.

“I don’t know, seems kind of fair to me.” You shrug your shoulders once you tug your shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. You bring your fingers up to right under your eyes to try and clean up some of the makeup stains on your hot cheeks. “‘Cause aren’t you a pervert, anyway?”

He scoffs as he crosses his arms. “I’m the pervert?”

He takes a breath to continue his argument but it’s abruptly cut off when you unclasp your bra and toss it at him, watching as it gracefully drapes over his shoulder.

His eyes drop down to your chest as if he’s forgotten you even have eyes before his hands wrap around your waist and push you toward his bed with a quickness.

You let yourself fall back against the soft mattress but you can barely enjoy the feeling before his fingers tug your pants down your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he mindlessly tugs your jeans off your ankles, angrily tossing it aside.

A soft giggle leaves your lips as you watch him be passive aggressive with your pants but not for long when his eyes shift to yours.

“Something funny?” he quips, eyes dropping down to the only piece of fabric that’s hindering what he wants to do to you.

You glance down at your panties before back up at him. Your hand travels down your stomach to your pelvis, slowly sliding your panties to the side, allowing him to see what a mess he’s made between your legs.

His tongue peeks out at the corner of his lips, sliding along his bottom lip as he eyes your attention-seeking sex. He hooks his fingers around your panties and slides them down your legs, tugging them off your ankles and tossing them somewhere on the floor over his shoulder.

He hunches over and positions his mouth right above your pussy before spitting on it, watching your legs jerk as he rubs it into your already soaked sex with his fingers. He knows you like it and he’s right, it drives you up the fucking wall every time he does.

He straightens his back and positions himself at your sticky sex, rubbing the head of his dick up and down your wet slit.

He wastes no time as he looks into your eyes when he pushes in, watching your face and how your eyes widen, your mouth falls open, your body jerks.

“Jungkook.” His name leaves your mouth in a desperate moan as he bottoms out, his brows furrowed and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

He lets out a low grunt and after a while of adjusting to the feeling of being inside of you again, he starts thrusting into you.

Your eyes shift to where you’re connected, intently watching how his dick disappears in and out of you. A pathetic moan falls from your lips, a surprised yelp following directly after when he grabs a handful of your breast, massaging it in his palm as he fucks into you.

His hips speed up in pace, the sound of his skin slamming into yours has your eyes rolling back and your arms give out, making you fall back against the mattress, sprawled out in front of him again.

He lets go of your breast and pushes one of your legs back, hooking it around his arm to keep it in place and mercilessly starts pounding into you, face hovering right over yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your eyes flutter open at his words, the only thing you can think about now is the stretching in your walls and his beautiful face in front of yours.

“You belong to me, don’t you?” he muses, face closing in on your neck as he presses soft kisses to your sweaty skin. The soft whines and whimpers leaving your mouth makes him fuck you harder yet gentler, full of love yet full of hate, want but also need.

You gather your breath to answer his question, in the mood to tease him now that he’s finally yours again. “No.”

Teasing each other is your love language.

His hips slow down and his face appears in front of yours again with a frown. His jet black eyes staring you down makes you want to sink into his mattress and disappear off the face of the Earth. He arrogantly clicks his tongue as he says, “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you hum, closing your eyes as you move your hands up to the back of his neck to play with his hair, twirling his locks around your fingers.

He mockingly nods at your teasing. “You know damn well no one else fucks you like I do.” His thrusts get harsher, eyes dropping to your breasts bouncing from the momentum of his pounding.

You whimper at the switch, the rough pounding makes the wetness squelch extra loud and you’ve made a disgusting mess against his sex with your slick.

“You know, Hoseok was pretty goo–”

“But who’s the one fucking you right now?”

His rebuttal has you dead silent aside from the occasional, pathetic moans and heavy breathing. You open your eyes and the first thing you’re met with are his own, black and frustrated.

“The love of my life.”

Your reply to him has his hips stuttering in their rhythm, the corners of his lips twitching as he tries to fight the smile threatening to creep onto his lips. In order to hide his smile, he starts leaning down and presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to the rough pounding of his hips.

Make-up sex really is the best.

You decide it’s enough teasing and wrap your legs around his waist, caging him in between your thighs as you pull him even closer. “I love you so much,” you mumble against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck to fully keep him trapped in your embrace.

He nods at the words, his pelvis still repeatedly slamming into yours. His hips slow down but the power behind them never subsides, the rough pounding has all your nerve endings set alight and your thighs jerk violently when the head of his dick barely grazes your cervix with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” he mumbles against your lips, allowing you to lick into his mouth. You clench around his dick, walls wrapping tightly around him. He groans into your mouth, it’s your way of milking him of every drop and he knows it.

“Harder,” you moan once he pulls away from your lips, his brows knitting together as he complies, roughly slamming his hips into yours.

His breath is getting heavier by the second and his dick twitches in between your walls, alerting you that he’s seconds away from his climax. “I love you so much,” he mumbles as he ejaculates, painting your insides with his cum.

He keeps thrusting and lets long groans and moans leave his lips as he fucks his load into you, your soft whimpers in his ear are the cherry on top that drives him insane.

He gives you a couple more thrusts before he fully comes to a halt, face buried in the crook of your neck.

The synced heavy breathing, his proximity, the reality of the situation, it all has tears pricking in your eyes.

He slowly lifts his head off your shoulder, eyes searching yours. “You haven’t cum yet, hm?”

You shake your head in response.

“Remember when you teased me while sucking my dick 20 minutes ago?” he asks as he unhooks your legs from his waist.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you listen to him, already knowing where this is headed.

“Get ready,” is all he says.

He pulls out and drags you all the way to the edge of his bed, forcefully shoving his fingers into your mouth while the other wastes no time traveling to your sex and beginning its torturous assault on your sensitive clit.

Your throat is ruined from the screams you’ve let out when he continues to edge and overstimulate you for the next 30 minutes, watching in satisfaction as you writhe and squirm under his touch.

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You wrap the towel around your frame as you leave his bathroom, eyes glued to him as he’s staring at the ceiling before his eyes shift to you. He turns on his side and props his head up on one hand, a smile on his lips as he watches you dig into his dresser for something to wear.

“When do you leave again?” you ask quietly as you pull out a pair of his sweats.

He stares at your back for a moment longer before answering, “Next Thursday.”

(Read: For context, it’s Friday right now.)

Your hands find one of his bigger shirts and you pull it out, placing it next to the sweats you chose on top of the dresser.

You continue, “Where are you going?”

He thinks about his answer for a few seconds. “Brazil,” he says. This conversation happens every time and yet he answers like it’s the first time you’re asking him these questions.

You slowly nod as you consider asking him what you want to ask him.

“How long will you be staying there?” you ask as you drop your towel and slide his sweats and shirt on, ditching your bra and underwear.

He looks up at you as he says, “I’m not sure, probably a week or two.”

Your feet slowly take you to him and you take your seat on his bed right next to him.

You nod your head in understanding again before you reach out to tuck his hair behind his ear, addicted to the way his soft hair feels against your skin.

“Will you let me come with you?”

Your question has him perking up like a cartoon character, lips twitching, eyes wide, ears expanding.

Ever since you met him, you had never flown out with him anywhere. You love change but you also love the comfort of your own home.

But love is about compromise, is it not?

He instantly shoots up in his bed and lunges at you, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame, face buried in your hair. He deeply inhales, his arms almost crushing your ribs, his pounding heart beating against your chest.

His breath has gotten shaky but you can tell that he’s fighting the urge to bawl in your presence. And eventually, he finally finds the voice that abandoned him in his time of need.

“I would love that.”

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junova · 3 years

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↬ 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

abstract — steve professes his love for you then disappears for three months. what happens when he returns?

pairing — steve rogers x fem!reader

wc — 2.7k

warnings — 18+ DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR, heavy smut, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), cockwarming if u squint, cussing, angst, fluff.

[m blabs] — howdy howdy! this is for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes , and @amythedvdhoarder hoelentine’s fic swap! sorry this is a day late pls dont come for me and i did not proof read this so i apologize for future readers suffering thank u

my giftee was one of the insanely talented writers on this app — @donutloverxo ! hope you like it berry! <3

It had been months since you’d seen him. An undercover mission taking longer than originally thought left you feeling lonelier to your own surprise. You blamed it how the two of you left things unresolved. Out in the open, all of his feelings laid out on a silver platter for you to take.

All of it. Steve, his love, the moment of words you’d dreamed of him saying — it was too real. Too unimaginable to believe. He always is.

You’d never really had someone you who went out of their way everyday to make you feel loved and Steve did. Truly, you should have seen it sooner. The consistency of his adoration and loyalty blew the limits of platonic friendship. Not until, he was nearly crying, choked up by his own words did you realize just how much it ran deep within him.

The words he spoke to you were still echoing in the forefront of your mind, not letting you breath for a moment. Were you really in love with him just as much as he was with you? It was hard to believe just because Steve was so far out of reach. Especially for you.

Watching his beautiful shade of cerulean, bright and beaming with hope, wanting nothing more than to for you to see him. Leaving him the impression that you didn’t cut the two of you deep. Your answer was hesitant, full of caution. Exactly the opposite for what he was yearning for.

Now, just like you had done for the past couple of weeks, you found yourself waiting in the tower for him. You lingered around no matter how many times Tony told you they would let you know when he was home safely. It didn’t stop you from coming, though.

Even if you knew it would be even longer until you would get to finish the conversation with him, being her helped you feel more at ease. Plus, no one’s besides Tony had the guts to try and make you leave.

Natasha and Sam were the only ones who didn’t really question it. Ever since you met Steve, you were here so often but they just so happened to be walking down the hall when he confessed exactly how wide his affection ran for you.

As they watched you linger in the tower, even if the outcome had been different than Steve wanted or expected, Sam and Nat were starting to see just how much you cared for him.

Natasha was the one to catch you silently sleeping in one of his sweatshirts cuddled up into his sheets. Thankfully, still smelling like him just enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

Then, Sam caught you peeking at the framed picture of the two of you sitting on his desk, the only one which did. Admiring the way you let your fingers drift around the wooden frame, endearingly. Internally, continuing to fight this inner battle within you.

“If it makes it any easier, I’m sure he misses you just as much.” You peaked up at the tone of Wilson’s voice, making his presence known. He walked over to you, watching as you continued to look at the photo.

Your smile wide at your college graduation, ball and gown, wearing a dress you knew Steve liked with his arms wrapped around your waist in a truly candid moment, one you’d forgotten about. The picture more than likely buried so deep within your phone with the countless others you had taken of and with him.

“I wish it did, but it doesn't really. Just wish I knew he was okay. I worry a bit too much, I think.” You spoke softly, halfway speaking to Sam but you mostly just spoke to yourself. “I never knew he kept this photo of us here.” Your touch finally disconnects from the sturdy frame.

“He really thinks too sweetly of me.” Standing in his office, surrounded by all of his belongings made it so much harder for you to cut ties like you had originally wanted to do. “Really? Couldn’t tell by how he talks about you constantly.”

“Oh my god, Sam.” You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your tummy, but anytime Steve was mentioned it seemed to be an effect he only seemed to pull from you. “What? C’mon, all of us know he was planning on telling you how he felt before Bucky and him left.”

Well, it seemed the embarrassment only seemed to continue.

“All of you, even Tony?” You asked him, even if you knew the answer. You just wanted the attention off you. “Especially Tony. Why do you think he’s been more of a smartass lately?” It made sense, but it did nothing to calm the nerves threatening to boil over.

“I guess I’m just having a hard time believing everyone knew how he felt, but me. I just never thought he would ever feel this way again, about anyone, after Peggy. She was the love of his life and it’s not something I couldn’t possibly measure up to.” You stopped looking at the picture, feeling sick to your stomach.

“With all of what he’s told me, I’ll always feel second best to her because I know just as everyone else if he could still have her he would.” You saw the sketch one time, when he left it open on the counter. It wasn’t really like you to snoop, but you couldn’t help it one day and you did.

Page after page, it was all of Peggy. Any feelings you were harboring for him at the time were thrown to the wind. Because then, you knew. Now matter how important you were to him now, you would always be in the shadow of his first love. The one that got away from him.

“What makes you think that?” Tears were starting to surface and you couldn’t handle it, the worst of your insecurities creeping in.

“Just ask to look at his compass next time you see him.” But you knew what was there. You didn’t need yet another painful reminder of it. “Why would I torture myself like that, Sam?”

“Trust me. You may be surprised.” You highly doubt you would be, so why even try?

The party was in full swing by the tie you arrived. The tower was full with more people than usual as you stepped in, watching as everyone enjoyed themselves. You were hesitant to even come to Natasha’s celebration at all.

You hadn’t been here since your conversation with Sam. Just a little too worried Steve might catch you lingering in his home and sleeping in his clothes. It was something the both of you did, but now with his feelings laying out in the open it seems so much more intimate than before.

Just as you were about to head towards the bar area, where everyone was, you left a large find your own grabbing your attention.

“Hi, sweetheart.” His velvety, smooth voice makes you melt just like it always does. It didn’t register for a second, just who you were talking to and when you did he was in for it.

“Stevie!” You leaped into his arms, too shocked to mask your sheer excitement as your legs wrapped around his slim waist, letting yourself be caught by him.

“I missed you so much, honey.” His words clenching at your heart at the endearing nickname. You felt him sigh into you, one of relief.

“I missed you, too.” You mumbled while you were still clinging onto him like your life depended on it.

“As much as I want to catch up, I feel like we should talk about what happened before I left.” Already, your heart dropped into your chest.

“Stevie, it can’t wait. Don’t worry about it. Okay?” You tried to rub it off because even after all this time you still weren’t certain of the weight in his words.

You let yourself down, off of him, and tried to lead him in the direction of the party but he didn’t budge.

“Please, work with me here. I’m sure they all miss you and want to see you.” Now, you were just stalling and Steve could see it as clear as day.

“Sweetheart, please just stop for a minute.” He felt your hand fall as you crossed your arms over your chest passively.

“Please, Steve.” You pleaded with him and for a moment you just thought he might go with you until those dating words fell from his plump lips.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Those words effectively shut you up as Steve stepped closer to you.

“I think about if you love me as much as I’ve fallen in love with you.” You couldn’t find it in yourself to move as he edged closer to you.

“Lately, I’ve been thinking about how much I want to kiss those pouty lips of yours. How much I wanna claim you in every single way.” He was so close to you now, questioning how you were still breathing.

“Just tell me you don’t want this and I’ll go down to that party right now and pretend like this never happened.” When you were silent, looking anywhere but him, he got the hint.

You watched as he walked in the navy clad plants with a button up clinging to his narrow waist.

“Wait!” Even with your heels, you ran to him while he waited for you to catch up.

“Do you still carry your compass on you?” You questioned him with tears in your eyes he hadn’t noticed until now.

And it crushed him.

“Of course I do. Wait...Is this just another crack at how old I really am?” Maybe if you weren’t sure he had just crushed your heart with a single response you might’ve laughed.

“I know this is going to sound weird but can I see it?” Watching him reach for it in his right pocket, you noticed the crimson blush reaching his cheeks.

“I just-, how is this is going to change anything?” Watching him as he awkwardly fidgeted with the object in hand.

“I don’t think it will, but I just need to see it.” He handed it over and you held it for a moment before opening it and nothing could have prepared you for it.

Well, possibly Sam’s words if he had elaborated more.

“I-I know it’s kind of weird. I’m sorry I should have asked when I took that photo but you just looked so beautiful like always and I couldn’t help it. I can take it out if it creeps you out too much.” His words trailed off on a mumbling mess as he was afraid he scared you off.

Even more than before.

“I thought you said Peggy’s photo was in it. Wasn’t it?” This time you were the one getting closer as you pushed back the wet hair away from his face, probably from the shower he’d taken not long after he came back.

“She was, but then I fell in love with you.” He leaned into your touch as both of your hands cradled his face.

“You’re my person. My soulmate. My home. I used to be so angry for so long because I had lost everything I ever loved, but it was all just leading me here. Right in this moment with you.”

You could’ve died happy right then, because the man of your dreams was confessing just on how much he loved you, again.

“Steven Grant Rogers?” You watched as his eyebrows furrowed at the mention of his full name. “Don’t you ever stop loving me. Ever.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He needed nothing more until he was locking his lips with your own. Commanding dominance from the start, causing you to whimper in response.

His skillful tongue sliding into your mouth, causing you to moan even more when he picked you up carrying you into his bedroom.

Before you even realized it, he was recklessly threw you on his bed as he stripped himself down to his boxers. His washboard abs and bulging muscles on full display.

In a flash, he was right back on you worshipping your body, turning you into a moaning mess.

Hiking up your red silky dress until it rested on your hips, your pretty pussy glistening already and he had barely touched you.

Without warning, he slipped two fingers into your warm heat watching as your head flew back. “Oh fuck, daddy.”

The words went straight to his cock as he pumped his finger in and out of you, leaving you begging for me.

“Oh, you like when Daddy’s fucking you with his fingers?” You nodded, unable for anything but moaning his name while he added another finger in you. You're hips moving uncontrollably as he was eye level with you.

Using his free hand, he gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him. “I want you to look at me when you come, princess.” With one swift moment, his thumb rubbed over your clit and you lost it.

Hearing you cry out beneath him as he pushed you over, screaming out his name as he continued to fuck your through the high.

“I need to milk your cock, Daddy. I need you to fill me up with your fucking cum.” He threw his boxers to the wind as he let you maneuver yourself on top.

“C’mon, princess. Let me see you bounce on my cock. Show me how bad you need my cum.” You surely didn’t need to be told twice.

Grabbing his hard cock by the tip, before rubbing over the tip and a few times before letting yourself to sink down until you bottomed out.

“You’re so fucking big. Shit.” But Steve didn’t let you take a breather for a moment until he was fucking up into you. Letting you know who was in complete control.

Until your hands found his hips and you used all your strength to pull almost all the way off of him before sinking roughly on his cock.

“Shit, princess.” As you whimpered you pushed yourself to bounce on his cock, no matter how much pain came with pleasure.

“Look at those tits, princess. You’re so fucking hot fucking yourself on Daddy’s cock. Such a good girl.” But then he flipped over pulling himself out of you before manhandling you on all fours.

Smoothing a hand over your spine, “You’re being such a good girl for Daddy. Let me take care of you.” Wrapping his hand around his thick, cock before finding your slick lower lips.

Rubbing the tip of cock along your folds, watching your body tremble before him. “Daddy, please.” You whined like a spoiled brat, begging for attention.

He’d break you of that later.

But now? He cock was practically dying for a release.

He slowly pushed himself into you, watching as your ass inches towards him more. Then, he was slamming himself into you so roughly you couldn’t fucking breathe.

Grabbing you by the hips, he fucked into you like his life depended on it. Admiring you as you took everything you gave him. The second climax hits you more quickly than you thought.

Steve grabs wraps his arm around you, pulling you up with his cock still thrusting up inside you — chasing his own high.

“I’m going to need you to cum with me, princess.” As he fucked into, your chest against his own and as you heard the slapping of his balls hitting your ass.

“Daddy, I can’t. It’s too much.” You shook your head, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Milk me, Sweetheart. I’m dying to fill you up baby. Let me cum in this tight pussy.” His fingers finding your clit, sending you over the edge.

“Yes. Jesus Christ. Don’t fucking stop.” He continued to fuck you senseless as you came.

“Shit, baby girl. I’m cumming.” Slamming himself hard than before as continued to fuck you into oblivion, his seed filling you up until you the both of you collapsed falling into his soft sheets.

The two of you just stayed there for a while with his cock buried deep beneath you. Soon, enough he pulled out leaving you empty.

He jumped out of bed before comping with a wet rag to clean you up, before pulling you into his chest.

“Okay, I think I might have a Daddy kink.” Making Steve laugh, slightly.

“Yeah, maybe just a little bit sweetheart, not that I’m complaining.”

#omfg this is so ROUGH #but i havent written in like 2 months #so at least we did it!#heck yeah :')#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #stever rogers smut #steve rogers fan fiction #mcu fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #m.writes #happyhoelentinesday2021

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edwardsvirginity · 4 years

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And now... I introduce my best friend to Eclipse!

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[riley’s first appearance]

Friend: who's that

mike?

(the rest of the commentary for the movie is under the readmore!)

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[bella reciting the opening monologue: some say the world will end in fire…]

Friend: wow…drama queen

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[Edward and bella in the meadow]

Friend: is this real or is this more of her crazy headspace

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Edward: marry me

Bella: I have an English final

Friend: wow……. Rude

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[Charlie grounding bella]

Friend: charlie…. is the only sane character tbh lmfao

he knows an abusive relationship when he sees one

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[Edward sabatoges bella’s truck]

Friend: Y I K E S

A B U S I V E

this is not romantic lol

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Renee: I just want to make sure ur making the right choices for you

Friend: she's NOT

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[renee gives bella the quilt from all their trips]

Friend: awwww

except she's selling out her fam for bloodsuckers

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[all the cullens wait for Victoria in the forest]

Friend: is it whatshername

the redheaded bitch

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Friend: i'm just gonna say….alice and carlisle are the only valid vampires

Me: whyso?

Friend: idk anything about jasper and emmett, edward is weird, who else even is there

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Me: [pauses movie because a spider has appeared by my head and I’m freaking out]

[it lands on my laptop and I scream and close it]

Ok… we can resume

Friend: what happened?

Me: [explains]

Him: ? ? ? why didn't you kill it?!

Me: killing it requires getting close enough to touch it, and that's Too Close

i don't kill spiders

anyway

Him: what?!? lmfao

you don't kill spiders

Me: killing them is too scary

Him: i'd rather kill it and know it's dead than wonder where it is

wow

me: i just scream until someone else comes to do it for me

him: that's a lot to take in

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[jake confronting Edward about being on their territory]

Edward: I was trying to protect u by not telling u abt Victoria

Friend: mmmm yikes

bella just needs to move tf back to florida

this is….Too Much

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[bella goes to lapush]

Friend: tbh i like his pack

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Leah: if ur here to torture jake some more u can leave

Friend: oooooh

burn

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[movie introduces imprinting]

Friend: tbh i think that whole concept is insane™ and i dont get it

bc it like absolves you of your own…actions

& removes the other person's choice

it's really fucking creepy

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Friend: also it would be soooo weird to be able to read people's thoughts

Me: i know it would freak me out

i would hate being able to hear everything my packmates thought

Friend: i don't need anyone else to know how horny i am

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[Jacob arguing with bella about the cullens]

Jacob: theyre not even alive

Friend: "they're not even alive" y i k e s

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[riley creeping in bella’s house]

Friend: man i'd be sleepin with a shotgun lmfao

& like 12 dogs

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[Edward yelling at bella abt bella disappearing with jake]

Me: he’s so overprotective

Friend: she needs it tho

Me: because she's such a danger magnet?

Friend: um….yeah

& she is a fucking damsel in distress

she has no power of her own :((

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Friend: he's so…ugly

me: Edward?

Friend: yeah ……….

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[Jake appears shirtless]

Edward: doesn’t he own a shirt

Friend: “doesn't he own a shirt"

LMFAO edward voicing my thoughts

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[Edward kissing bella before passing her off to jake, who immediately hugs her]

Friend: the way they …. fight with each other by using her body :|

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Friend: what do native americans think of this?

Me: [explains]

Friend: so what is the redeeming quality of these movies exactly lmfao

Me: they’re… fun?

Friend: i guess

like indiana jones

racist trash, but fun(?)

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Me: I hate his sideburns in this movie

Friend: don't think they're that bad

his whole face tho is not great

especially pale af

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[nonconsensual kiss scene]

Jake: ill fight until ur heart stops beating

Bella: u wont have to wait for long

Friend: YIKES

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[Edward and Jake fighting post-punch]

Jake: she’s not sure what she wants

Friend: Y I K E S

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[Carlisle bandaging bella]

Friend: carlisle is so hot

i wanna marry dr. carlisle

the way he medicines everyone up…

wow

[..]

edward is useless

seduce Carlisle

[..]

edward's been alive 100 years and hasn't become a doctor??? c'mon

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[Rosalie killing her rapists]

Friend: LM FAO

love that

W O W

that's a more interesting story than bella's LMFAO

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[Rosalie trying to convince bella to stay human]

Rose: there’s one thing you’ll want more than Edward… one thing you’ll kill for… blood

Friend: ohhh….

SHE REAL

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Friend: & also bella's assumption that Edward is That Great

she's 18….. she hasn't even TRIED college boys

[..]

has she even had sex with anyone, ever?

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Friend: Evil Dakota Fanning is ….. scary af

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Friend: i'll say what i want about stephanie meyer being a fucked up mormon…. but her music taste is p good

Me: she didn’t do the soundtracks

Friend: ummm…i remember stephanie meyer specifically thanking Muse in her books

in the "acknolwedgements" section

or did you, the twilight princess, not read that part

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[graduation party]

Friend: I feel like there should be a twilight spoof..

where a high school girl has to choose between dating a furry and a goth

bc that's what this feels like to me

--0000000--

Friend: he freaks me out

the beefy one

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[training scene]

Friend: jasper's kinda sexy too

well, everyone looks good next to robert :|

--0000000--

[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: jasper was a confederate soldier?!?!??!

what?? lmfao

confederate vampires? thanks i hate it

--0000000--

Friend: didn't he have like a life and morals before becoming a vampire or

i mean i guess he's a confederate so maybe not but

--0000000--

[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: he just listens to her lmfao

his Evil Mexican Bruja

--0000000--

[about Victoria]

Friend: she should just make someone sexy a vampire and fuck them tho

she has the power here

--0000000--

[about Jacob]

Friend: is there a REASON he never wears a shirt?

--0000000--

[Jake trying to convince bella she has feelings for him]

Jake: you can love more than one person… like sam, Emily, and leah

Friend: thruple!

that's the only resolution here

jacob & edward need to fuck each other and get over it

there's too much tension between them

--0000000--

Alice: you and Edward will have the house to yourself tonight

Friend: oooooo

Alice: you’re welcome

Friend: LMFAO

alice is a bro

--0000000--

Bella [immediately after the scene with Alice]: hey dad, I was wondering

Friend: hey dad… i was wondering. do you have any condoms

--0000000--

Bella: dad I’m a virgin

Friend: not for long….

--0000000--

Friend: but like honestly it's all so deeply unclear to me

he has like no blood, right?

HOW does he get hard

Me: he’s always hard

Friend: i don't think that's how that works

--0000000--

[Edward and bella in edward’s room]

Bella: I wanna ask u something

Friend: "can we fuck"

--0000000--

Friend: i feel like "becoming a vampire" is just a metaphor for "losing virginity"

--0000000--

[Bella tried to jump Edward]

Edward: bella…no

Friend: ???????????

they already kiss and stuff?????????

Me: yeah

i think he's worried he'd like. fuck her to death

idk… her vulva is delicate i guess

Friend: they could do some Other Stuff

Me: yeah i know

edward is just…. too old school to understand anything but piv

Friend: fuck her to death…with his flaccid vampire dick

[..]

this is so………Weird

?????????? sex is not a sin

--0000000--

[Edward talking abt how he would have courted bella in 1918]

Friend: ???????????? i dont believe that at all

people fucked in the 1800s

edward is a fucking weirdo

[Edward starts his grand speech]

Friend: Ew

this is…. a Lot

tbh it's Not Sexy that he can't adapt to a more feminist era

[Edward proposes]

Friend: this is…… a Lot

he Keeps Asking

[bella accepts]

Friend: she's only saying yes because she's horny!!!!

--0000000--

Friend: also….tbh it's sad that these vampires have to deny their instincts and have no control over themselves

like ….maybe they should just be euthanized

Me: :O

Friend: is it fair to deny them their nature???

we don't force tigers to be vegetarians

what is the difference

Me: because… they're sentient and intellectual and can decide for themselves not to eat humans

Friend: i'm not sure i buy that

Me: you think they're not smart enough to make their own decision not to eat humans?

Friend: it seems like they have to be rehabilitated to deny a very natural instinct that they have no control over

are the cullens themselves a metaphor for mormonism?

Me: yeah but carlisle CHOSE a vegetarial lifestyle… no one forced it on him

Friend: i guess

but at what cost

lmao

--0000000--

[tent scene]

Jacob: I am hotter than u

Friend: LMFAO

--0000000--

Friend: why didn't they bring more blankets?????

how fucking cold is it

Dumbasses

--0000000--

[Edward and jake arguing over bella]

Friend: idk bella….

i'd rather fuck a hot wolf than a freezing rock hard PussyDestroying Vampire

those wolves are HUGE…. huge dicks im sure

--0000000--

[Edward talking about how he doesn’t want bella to be a vamp to jake]

Friend: i feel like they're Bonding

over their inability to control this woman lmfao

--0000000--

[jake and Edward fighting over bella]

Friend: bella is not that interesting? ? ? ?

--0000000--

Edward: if you weren’t trying to steal bella I might actually like u

Friend: wow

THIS is where they should fuck

t h r u p l e

look deep into each other's eyes

--0000000--

Friend: she'd warm up if they were having sex

--0000000--

[post tent scene]

Friend: she's not even wearing a hat rn

bella…what the fuck

--0000000--

[Edward and bella talking about being engaged, jake overhears]

Bella: it’s the 21st century

Friend: yeah, it is the 21st century…. marry them both

--0000000--

[bella asks jake to kiss her]

Friend: what the FUCK is happening

--0000000--

[bella and jake making out]

Friend: she's not even wearing anything warm

--0000000--

[battle]

Friend: carlisle…. kung fu master

Me: renaissance man

Friend: only breaks the hippocratic oath when absolutely necessary

--0000000--

[confrontation with riley and Victoria, Edward trying to convince riley to turn on Victoria]

Edward: think about it riley.. .you’re from forks… you know the area

Friend: "you're from forks… who would want that"

--0000000--

[Carlisle healing jake]

Friend: god…..my sexy, classy dad

… so smart….. so kind

--0000000--

Bella: I’m not normal

Friend: bella….you are SO normal

the reason every middle school girl read these books and thought they were like bella is bc you are just THAT normal

--0000000--

Edward: I guess we should start planning the wedding

Bella: no… something more difficult first… more dangerous

Friend: is she still talking about her virginity

#best friend movie night #eclipse #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #tts #the twilight saga #twilight revival #twilight in 2020 #twilightenment #twilight: eclipse #let me know what you guys think of this format as opposed to the endless reblogging

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 5 years

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Somewhere In Translation

@sneaky-ash: Im not sure if youre taking requests but im not fussed about when/if you write this; its just youre one of the best smut writers ive found in a while and lowkey a seungkwan enthusiast. Anyway ive been thinking about bumping into svt whilst theyre like, filming a surprise or smth in your local area. They ask you for directions and you end up hanging out with them and SK get flirtier the more time you spend with them. Eventually you guys end up getting together in his room all the while he’s tryna communicate in english as much as he can, and you try your best with extremely limited korean. Idk i feel like the language thing is something thats really ignored in fics and i kinda wanna see smth more realistic. Anyway!! Ive droned on a bit but if you find this ask kinda boring then dont mention it :(: but i wanted to get this out there since i thought youd be the best write for this. If you cant tell, i love your work! Im not extremely active but ill support you x

Seungkwan x Female Reader

Word Count: 2553

Contents: fingering, oral (female receiving), some nipple play, unprotected sex

Note: I can’t seem to tag you. Also as expected this took a while but it’s here now. I’m back from my mini hiatus and I love u all.

You had to do a double, then a triple take to process what you were seeing. You really thought you might be going crazy. There was no way that actual members of an actual kpop group were in your town. It was a big enough city to warrant them visiting but you hadn’t heard about any concerts.

And what were the odds that they would stop by your favourite café?

You were almost thankful that Seventeen wasn’t your favourite group or you might be screaming right now. You liked their music and knew them well enough to know their names and faces and a little bit about each of them but you didn’t know every single detail about them and you had failed miserably when you tried their name chants. You looked between Seungkwan, Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Hansol thinking that they were much taller than you expected, until one of them caught your eye.

You would have felt silly that Seungkwan caught you staring at him, but they had people staring at them all the time. It couldn’t be that much of a surprise, could it? You smiled at him warmly and confidently despite feeling a little shaky. You swore he checked you out quickly before returning the smile. You took your drink and made your way to a table, catching him each time he threw glances at you. Hansol caught the two of you looking at each other and chuckled before saying something to Seungkwan that you were too far away to hear. He blushed and looked between you and Hansol before his drink was ready. He took it and Hansol nudged him and motioned to you.

You’d decided that you were going to go with this. Maybe it was all a crazy dream but either way you were going to enjoy it while it lasted. Seungkwan made his way across the café to you while throwing glances back at the others nervously. He stopped behind the chair across from you.

“Hi,” he said awkwardly.

“Hello,” you hummed, grinning. “Did you want to sit down?”

“Ah, yes,” he blushed and took a seat. You waited as he thought through what he wanted to say. “You’re… very pretty.”

You couldn’t help he blush that spread across your face. You’d decided this had to be a dream. There was no way this could be real. On the slight chance it was though, and you weren’t about to wake up, you had to enjoy it.

“Thank you, you’re very handsome, but you probably already know that,” you said. You watched as he processed what you were saying and a shy smile spread across his face. “What are you all doing here anyway?” you asked, motioning to the other three who were sitting a little ways away, sipping their drinks, and chatting while shooting glances at the two of you.

“We have… um, schedule. We are…” he looked back at the others who all looks down at their drinks, chuckling. “lost.”

“I know the area really well if you need a hand,” you smiled.

He blushed and nodded, throwing his friends what almost looked like a dirty look before getting up. You followed him to their table where the other three greeted you warmly. Hansol told you where they were looking to go and you smiled, assuring them it was nearby and that you could take them there yourself to make sure they didn’t get lost.

You did your best to talk to all of them as you walked but it was easiest to hold a conversation with Hansol. Soonyoung and Seokmin walked behind you and chatted with each other while Seungkwan tried to keep up with you and Hansol. You did your best not to speak too quickly and you noticed Hansol giving him lots of chances to talk.

You led them to the nearby arcade they were heading to. It very much seemed to be the right place as there was a camera crew there and someone who might have been their manager who looked relieved to see them. You watched as they made their way into the arcade and turned to leave but someone grabbed your hand. You turned back to see Seungkwan smiling nervously.

“Will you, uh… wait until we are done?”

You smiled and nodded. He sighed happily before going to join the other members. You watched from the corner of the arcade as they filmed. They all seemed to turn on their energy and turn up their smile for the camera. Still them, but like turning up a dimmer switch, they were a brighter, more glamourous version of themselves. Whenever the camera was pointed elsewhere Seungkwan shot you a smile. It was the same smile he used on stage, it was dazzling and took your breath away and seemed like such a stark contrast to his shy grin from earlier.

You realized why he had asked you to stick around when they wrapped up filming sooner than you expected. You leaned against the wall and watched as the four of them approached you.

“You’re done so soon,” you said brightly.

They all nodded and Soonyoung pushed Seungkwan closer.

“We are going, uh,” he gave Hansol a panicked look. Hansol whispered something to him. “to the mall. Do you want… to, come?”

You grinned. “Yeah sure, do you know the way from here?”

“Ye-” he started but Soonyoung shoved him. “Uh, no.”

You offered your hand. “Let me show you then.” Seungkwan blushed as he took your hand and walked with you. The others chuckled and followed along behind.

“It was fun watching you film,” you said. “You’re so interesting, and I think the video will turn out well.”

You swore you saw a smirk cross his face and he followed along the crowded sidewalk of the market. “You seemed… happy?” he thought for a second. “…interested?” He spoke quickly to Hansol who laughed.

“He wants to say you seemed very charmed by him.”

You felt the blush creep up your cheeks and he chuckled and squeezed your hand. “Ah, you’re so cute.”

You wandered through the mall with them. Eventually Soonyoung and Seokmin wandered off to look at something, pulling Hansol with him to translate. You felt more nervous being alone with Seungkwan but as you were finding out he understood English well. Speaking was another matter but considering your Korean consisted of phrases that you had picked up from kpop you thought he was doing pretty well. You wandered through a few clothing stores where he insisted you try on a few things and almost made off to pay for them before you caught him and pulled out your own card. He did buy you a tea which you sipped on as you wandered back to the front of the mall. You had a feeling your day with him might be coming to an end.

He seemed nervous as he considered his words carefully. “Do you want to… hang out?”

You smiled, way too happy that this was happening. “Of course!”

He grinned at you as he ushered you towards a car. You got in with him and tried to take in the conversation between him and their driver that was ultimately lost on you. The driver took a sigh and drove and you noticed the way Seungkwan kept glancing at you. His hand found yours but after checking to see that the driver wasn’t watching he slid it over further to rest his hand on your thigh. He rubbed his thumb in slow circles on your thigh before you leaned over.

“What did you mean exactly by ‘hang out’?” you asked, not being able to help the way a grin tugged at your lips.

In response he kissed you, quickly but passionately, his hand squeezing your thigh.

He pulled away and chuckled at the slightly dazed look on your face. “Something like that.”

“Okay,” your said breathily, now very aware of his hand which had moved a little higher on your thigh.

He pretty quickly pulled you out of the car once you got to what you assumed was their hotel. He moved quickly through the lobby and to the elevator. You noticed the way he was biting his lip while he glanced at you and it made you wish there was no one else in the elevator. He pulled you out just as quickly and down the hall to his room. The second he had the door closed behind him his hands were on your waist and his lips found yours. He kissed you deeply and backed you into the wall as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. When he broke away from the kiss you were breathless and dazed.

“I have… wanted to do that all day,” he said.

“God I’m so glad you did,” you replied as your eyes focused on his plush lips before you pulled him back in for another kiss. You let your hands wander down his shoulders to his arms as he pressed closer to you and rocked his hips against yours. He let out a soft sigh into your kiss and said something quietly in Korean that you didn’t understand.

“Hmm?” you hummed against his lips.

He pulled back enough to look at you and blushed. “Don’t worry about it,” he blushed. You opened your mouth to protest but a small whine came out instead as his lips started to suck on your neck. His hands slid down your body and he grabbed your ass, pressing you closer. You could feel his bulge through his pants and it only served to turn you on more. He rolled his hips against yours moaning against your skin. He painted your neck in purple before kissing you deeply again as you started to pull him towards the bed.

You back against the bed and barely laid down before he crawled on top of you, ridding himself of his shirt before kissing you again. He pulled your shirt off between kisses and started to kiss down your body. He kissed the tops of your breasts and lifted you enough to get you out of your bra. He mumbled something against your skin before he sucked one of your nipples between his plush lips and you blushed as your ears registered the Korean word for beautiful. His hands slid down to waist and started to undo your belt. He helped you out of your jeans before settling between your legs. His hands trailed up your torso and he let his fingers trail over your nipples while he kissed further down your body. He peeked up at you as he went and took in the way you were arching into his touch.

He kissed along your inner thighs until you were squirming and giving him a pleading look.

“Seungkwan, please,” you whined.

He grinned up at you as he pulled your panties down slowly. He kissed slowly along your inner thighs until he was kissing right next to your core. You tried to roll your hips against him but he just chuckled and pulled away.

“Patience,” he hummed and you whined as he went back to teasing you, bringing a finger to tease your entrance. You let out a small whimper and tried to hold still, need him to move on from his teasing. You gave him the sweetest, most desperate look you could muster and he let out a whine before finally bringing his lips where you needed them. You let out a loud moan and bucked your hips his face and he held them down as he traced your clit with his tongue and pushed one finger into you.

He pumped his finger slowly, and soon added another as he moved his tongue too slow. You moaned for him to go faster and searched your memory to see if you knew the right word in Korean but one look at his smug grin and you realized he was doing it on purpose. You groaned and threw your head back, gripping the sheets as he slowly picked up the pace with his fingers. You cried out when he passed over a particularly good spot and he started to rub back and forth over it faster before sucking your clit between his lips.

You moaned out his name as you came on his fingers, bucking your hips against his hand and face. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers put slowly and moved to lap up your release until you were pulling away. He mumbled something against you and you hmm.

He looked up at you a blushed. “You, taste good,” he hummed, blushing slightly.

You smiled as you pulled him up towards you. You kissed him deeply and started to fumble with his belt. As soon as it was undone you helped him push down his pants and he kicked them off, still kissing you passionately.

He let out a loud moan as you took his cock into your hand and started to stroke him. He quickly stopped your hand and broke away from the kiss, scrambling for the words.

“I… if you… I might… um,” he was blushing deeply and grinned as you took in what he was saying.

“You might cum too fast?” you asked, pumping his cock again.

“Y-Yes,” he gasped up, trying to stop your hand again. “I want to…” he trailed off unsure of the words.

You kissed him sweetly before pulling him closer to you. “Me too.”

He started to grind his cock against you and you both let out moans at the feeling. You helped him to align himself with you before he slowly pushed in. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and moaned as you gripped him tightly. He stayed still for a few moments as you both adjusted until you started to whine and move your hips. He pulled back and thrust into you slow and deep.

He worked up his pace slowly, leaving more kisses and love bites along your neck and collarbone. Your toes curled at the feeling as you moved your hips in time with him and started to moan out his name.

You could feel your second orgasm building and from the sound of his moans he was getting close too. “Fuck, Seungkwan, c-can you, your hand-”

You felt his grin against your skin as his fingers found your clit and started to rub it in quick, even circles.

You cried out as you came on his cock, holding him close through your orgasm. His thrusts grew sloppier and the way you were clenching around him had him cumming quickly after. You pulled him in to kiss you as he roll his hips into, riding out his own orgasm.

You were both panting as he rolled off of you and you started to come down from your highs.

“That was fantastic,” you breathed.

He smiled at you. “Yeah.” He tugged you little closer and you cuddled up to him. You had no idea if this would lead somewhere or if this meant anything at all but you could at least enjoy the cuddles while they lasted.

You decided that if that was a dream, it was the best dream you’d ever had.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen one shot #svt #svt imagines #svt smut #seungkwan #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan #i had some fun with this but it was a challenge to do it well #sneaky-ash #i hope you like it #also i tried to post this once already and if it doesn't work imma scream

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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Say It - Part 1

MASTERLIST

Description: break up sex between you and Roger.

(this is my first ever smut piece so if u judge me for my shitty writing i will personally fight u oKAY dont make fun of me im sensi ti ve. i do hope u rog thots enjoy it tho. my hand hurts from typing lmao ily all GN ps i thought of ben!rog while writing this, but it doesnt matter)

WARNING: smut, smut and some more smut (duh), talk about cheating

Word Count: 3,173

Breakups are horrible. Everyone can agree on this. Especially when the breakup is with Roger Taylor. You can guarantee that your face will be plastered all over magazines now. Nosey paparazzi trying to get every detail of ‘the power couple of the century’ as they had called you.

But now that was over. And all over a stupid fight you and Rog had a few days ago. You were both home and he was standing in the kitchen cooking something for dinner. You had just gotten a unexpected phone call from Fred. The two of you talked for a while when he shared to you some news you had not been informed of yet. You’re taken back by it and say your goodbyes before hanging up.

You stare at your phone, a slow creeping feeling of anger runs through your veins. You harshly toss the phone on your bed and you make your way to the kitchen. Roger’s back is turned from you as you stare at him.

“When were you going to tell me?” you whisper.

Rog turns around and raises a brow, not understanding.

“Tell you about what?” he asks.

You roll your eyes and walk to the living room. He follows you close behind.

“About what?” he asks again. You whip around and the look on your face makes his freeze. You were angry. More than angry. You were beyond livid.

“You’re leaving in four days, Roger! For six bloody months! And you didn't even tell me!” you practically scream the last part.

He looks down and shrugs.

“And the worst part,” you continue. “Is that Fred told me, Rog! Not you!”

He shifts his feet as he looks back up to you.

“I was gonna tell you, okay? I just didn’t wanna upset you.”

You roll your eyes and dramatically laugh. You place your hands on your hips and squint your eyes.

“So you thought not telling me would make it better? So what? When the day comes and you have to leave, were you just gonna go and not say anything?”

Rog’s eyes go wide and he takes a step forward, shaking his head.

“No! I would never do that! You know I would never do that!”

“Oh,” you shout. “Just like I knew you would never cheat on me, huh?”

You instantly regret the words that came out of your mouth. Rog’s jaw tenses up and he closes his eyes. You take in a deep breath.

“Is this what this is about? You’re still thinking about that? Still holding that against me?” he asks, his voice low.

You run a hand through your hair. You were so angry that you wanted to cry, but you were fighting that urge.

“I will never not think about that. It’s in the back of my mind 24/7. It’s all I can bloody think about!” you yell.

“It was one time!” he shouts back.

“You act as if that’s a good thing! ‘I only cheated one time so it doesn’t count’.” you say, mocking him.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” he says, his voice lowering.

“You never mean it like anything!”

“Well at least she didn’t bitch at me like you do!”

You gasp. You take a step back and stare at him. His eyes open wide, this time he’s the one regretting what he had just said. You tense your jaw and feel tears fall down your face. Your heart stung at those words. The way he said ‘she’, as if she actually meant anything to him. Or maybe she did…

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that at all, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me leav-” he goes to say, but you quickly interrupt him.

“I hate you.” you whisper.

He looks up quickly and shakes his head.

“Please don’t say that.” he whispers back.

“I hate you.” you say a bit louder.

“You don’t mean that.” he says as he takes a step closer to you, only resulting in you taking a step back.

You turn and speed walk to your room. Roger follows behind you and keeps apologizing. You grab a bag and start throwing random items inside of it.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

You ignore him.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

You turn around and walk back into the living room. You grab your purse and keys. You walk towards the front door and Roger grabs your wrist. He turns you around and your harshly slap him in the face. He gasps at the sting and you’re shocked by your sudden actions.

“I deserved that.” he says looking to you. You wipe away some tears and the thought of smacking him again crosses your mind, but you don’t.

“I’m leaving.” you whisper.

“Okay, yes. We should calm down and-”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m leaving you. I’m moving out.”

Roger blinks a few times, trying to process all of this.

“You’re just upset right now. It’ll pass.” he says, fast.

“I don’t trust you anymore, Roger. You’re right, I’m still angry about what you did,” you hiccup. “How will I know that you won’t do that again to me?”

He reaches forward and grabs your hand. This time his eyes look glossy as he searches your face.

“I won’t. You have to believe me. I love you. I’m so sorry.”

“I know. Me too.” And with that, you walk out.

___________________________________________

It had been three days since the last time you’ve seen or talked to Roger. He had called you repeatedly, but you ignored him. He had called Fred and even showed up at his house demanding to see you, but he never did. It broke your heart to do this, because you loved him. But you love yourself more.

“Are you sure you don’t want one of us to go with you?” asks Fred, watching you grab your car keys.

You smile and shake your head.

“I’ll be fine. I promise. I’m just grabbing a few boxes that Brian missed, then I’ll be home. Okay?”

Fred nods and pulls you in for a hug.

“You should slap him again.” he says in your ear. You lean away and can’t help but laugh. You say your goodbyes and head to Roger’s place.

You arrive there and walk up to the front door. Should you knock? You still have a spare key. It was going on 11 PM, you were hoping he’d maybe be out. There didn’t seem to be many lights on. You use your key and slowly open the door. You walk in and shut it behind you. You look around and walk in the living room. The two boxes Bri had missed were stacked in the corner. You walk up to them just as the living room light flicks on. You jump back and turn around. Roger was standing in nothing but some pajama bottoms. His eyes were swollen and his hair was a mess. You awkwardly smile.

“I’m just grabbing these.” you say, picking up the boxes. You turn back around and look to him then to the door. You turn and walk to it and open it, but suddenly it’s slammed shut. You gasp and take a step back. Roger’s look on his face is a look you’ve never seen before. His eyes are hooded and his brows are slightly furrowed, but his eyes are dark.

“You’re really leaving me?” he asks, voice emotionless.

You tense your jaw and look down.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“All because I fucked another girl?” he asks.

You look up and roll your eyes.

“Get out of my way, Roger.” you say as you go to open the door again. It’s slammed shut.

“Just say it.” he says, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Say what?” you ask annoyed.

“Say that you don’t love me.”

“I’m not saying that.”

“Why not?” he asks, his voice raising.

“Because I don’t want to you idiot!” your voice matching his.

“Because you still love me!” he shouts.

“Of course I still love you, but I also hate you!”

“Well good! I still hate you too!” he says.

“Well good!”

“Good!

And with that his lips crash against yours. You drop the boxes you’re holding and tangle them in his hair. The kiss is harsh and fast, his tongue slamming against yours. His hand reaches down to your bum and squeezes. You let out a soft moan that drives him wild. He backs you up and slams you against the wall. He slowly grinds into you and you can feel his bulge growing by the second. He reaches down and picks you up as you swing your legs around him. He slowly leads the two of you to the bedroom and throws you on the bed. Your breathing is fast and heavy. He stands above you and looks you up and down. You bite your lip as he hovers over you, his lips on yours again. His hand presses down on your crotch and you moan at the pressure. You already feel how wet you are as you squeeze your thighs together. Rog leans away and places his hands under the hem of your shirt and pulls it off of you. He reaches behind you and unclasps your bra. It lands next to your shirt.

He leans down and kneads your breast as his mouth attaches itself to the other. His tongue licks and swirls around your nipple as he nips at it. Your back arches as you let out a moan. His hands find their way to your jeans as he unbuttons them. He leans back and pulls them off. You laying on the bed in nothing but your panties is driving him crazy. He scoots down to be nearer to your crotch as he starts rubbing you through your panties. His fingers graze over your clit and you let out a loud hiss.

“Ah, fuck. Rog…” you whimper.

He smirks and leans closer to you, kissing your inner thigh. He slides down your panties and leans himself back up to you.

“You talk too fucking much, you know that?” Just then he shoves your panties in your mouth and smirks.

“You’re so beautiful.” he says as his finger reaches down to stroke you. “Already so wet.” he moans. His finger traces over your entrance before he shoves two fingers inside. You moan and close your eyes at the sudden feeling of him. He gave you no time to adjust to him when he starts pumping in and out of you fast with one hand, while the other grabs your wrists and holds them above your head. He leans down and begins sucking on your nipple again, while his thumb begins grazing over your clit. Your back arches as you slightly yell out a muffled moan. He leans down and licks your folds. His fingers are removed from you as he begins sucking on your clit. A loud, wet sucking sound makes you groan loud. Pleasure rips through as he adds a finger in you as he sucks and twirls his tongue around. You scream out his name and dig your nails into your hands. He smirks against you as he picks up his pace, curling his fingers just right to find your sweet spot. It takes him a moment, but he finally finds it. Your whole body jerks as you cry out in pleasure. He continues his movement until he knows you’re close. Your legs begin shaking and he stops. He removes his fingers and you whine.

You watch him as he sticks his finger in mouth and tastes you. You shiver at the sight. He smirks and grabs your waist and harshly flips you over on your stomach. You squeal and giggle. Rog slaps a hand across your ass hard and you gasp, leaning your head back. He spreads your legs open and situates himself between you. You feel his tip tease your entrance as his hand wraps around your throat.

“Say it.” he says, before slamming into you. You gasp and squeeze your eyes close, your hand reaching up to grab onto his hair. Rog pulls away the panties from your mouth and returns his hand to your throat.

“Say it. Say you love me.”

You gasp as he harshly slams into you fast, his grip on your throat tightening a bit.

“I… I love you.” you say, stuttering your words.

Rog squeezes even tighter, almost cutting off your airway and then stops. He pulls out of you and you make a noise of disapproval. He flips you back around on your back and kisses you, but this time more gently. He lines himself back up and slowly enters you. You pull on his hair and he moans into your mouth. He picks up his speed he grabs your leg and flings it over his shoulder. He angles himself and thrusts into you. He hits your sweet spot and your eyes squeeze close. Your hands fall to your sides as they grasp onto the sheets.

“Say you love me.” he says again loud.

“I love you!” you cry out as he repeatedly slams into you. Your hands go to his back and scratch down it. He hisses and brings his lips to your neck.

“Say it again.” he whispers.

“I love you.” you whisper back.

Just then Roger puts his arms around you and lifts you up so that he’s sitting upright on the bed, as you straddle him. You moan at him still inside of you. You put your arms around his neck as you begin moving up and down. His eyes flutter shut as his mouth parts open. He sneaks a hand between your legs and begins to rub tiny circles against your clit. You lean your head against his shoulder as a tight buildup in your stomach makes your legs shake again. Your gasps turn into loud whimpers. Roger’s other hand digs into your hip as he picks up his pace. You ride him fast as you hear him curse under his breath.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers.

He’s close, you know it. His hand sneaks up to your hair and grabs a fistful. He leans his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes.

“Say,” he closes his eyes and moans as you swirl your hips around. “Say it again.” he breathes out.

“I love you.” you say again. Just then you feel yourself about to explode. Roger’s head falls back as he repeats your name like a prayer.

“Oh, Rog,” you moan. “I’m gonna…”

“I know baby. Me too. Cum for me.” he says as he returns his finger to your clit. This sends you over the edge. A knot fills your stomach and you start to see stars. Your whole body trembles as you try to catch your breath. You cum hard and shake profusely on him. It isn’t long after you that Roger cums. You feel his hot wetness fill you deep inside. He bites down on your shoulder as he shutters under you. He jerks a few more times and then stops. The both of you are panting hard and leaning your head on the other’s shoulder. He’s still inside of you when you slowly lift up to lie back. You both groan at the emptiness. You fall back on the bed and feel his cum slide down your leg. Roger falls next to you, his breathing still fast. The two of you lie there for what feels like forever. Roger turns to face you.

“Stay with me tonight.” he says.

You turn on your side and look at his eyes then his lips. You nod your head and he smiles. He leans in and gently kisses you.

“Say it.” he whispers once more.

You close your eyes and feel them begin to sting with tears.

“I love you.” you say as your voice trembles. Rog smiles. You run a hand over his face and turn so he could spoon you and also not watch you cry. You fall asleep with his arm around you and his hand in yours, just like before.

_______________________

The light of the sun peeks through the windows blinds. You yawn as you slowly open your eyes, adjusting them to the brightness surrounding you. You blink a few times and turn your head to look at Roger. His hair is in his eyes and his mouth is slightly parted. His breathing is deep and slow and you can’t help but smile. You could stare at him for forever. You reach over and lightly stroke his cheek. He stirs a bit and you freeze. He turns his head to the other side and you look over to the clock on the wall. 6:48 AM. You lay your head back down and rub your eyes. It’s way too damn early to be up, but you had to go. You look back over to Rog as you slowly sit up. Your legs fall over the beds side and you stand up. The cold floor against your feet makes you shiver.

You creep over to where your clothes lie on the floor and scoop them up. You walk to the corner and hurriedly throw them on. Your body aches because of last night. You can feel it in your muscles as you slide your jeans on. You look back over to Rog and wipe away a few tears. You walk to his bedside table and slowly open it up. You grab his pad and pen and look at him once more.

When you walk back into the living room, you pick up the boxes where you had last left them and turned to look around the place you had once called home. Your chin trembles at you begin to silently sob to yourself. You place a hand on your chest as you try to calm yourself down. You open up the front door and step out. You look back and smile.

“I love you,” you whisper. You shut the door.

_________________________

Roger stirs himself awake as he rubs his eyes. He looks over to your side of the bed and sits up when he realizes you’re not there. He looks around and then to the place where your clothes once laid. They’re gone. He looks on his bedside table and a note is laying on it with his name scribbled on the front. He unfolds it and immediately realizes it’s your handwriting. He knows right away what it’s going to say. Tears pool in his eyes as he chokes back a sob. He didn’t want to lose the love of his life. His best friend. He begins reading.

By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. I’m sure we’ll bump into each other again soon, but this can never happen again. I did love you, Rog. More than you can ever know. What you did destroyed me, but don't ever think for a second that I don’t love you. I do love you, Roger. More than anything in this universe. Which is why I’m gone. You were the best thing to have ever happened to me and I will miss you more than anything. Just promise me one thing, will you? Every time you think of me,

say it.

Tag List: @queenie1223 @kiannerm @ask-dom-brian-may70 @ailucascen @rogertayolr @galileoqueen-mama-mia @ramimalekrp-roleplayerpage @westansstuff

#say it #ben!roger x reader #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #smut #oops #benhardyisdaddy #rogertaylor #this was fun to write

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matronaa · 6 years

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Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,637

Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?

Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig

Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)

Okay im sorry ill begin~

A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry

Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki

I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them

Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps

Anyway

you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year

You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is l i t

Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??

Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8

First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i d i e for those plots okay

But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you

But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml

And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L

He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies

But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning

Oh, just me? Okay…

He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you

Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE

That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes

And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall

And ur like well shit nvm

And u quickly get ur shit and go because das a w k w a r d

But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up

A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone

On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you

But u dont mind because he smells nice

And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because

1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work

2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent

Ur like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”

He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing

One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week

But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school

Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself

And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long

But you agree anyway

And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks

And his mom loves you

Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”

When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.

finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise

Shit

You like him

Like a lot

And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen

But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out

Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms

And its like the best feeling ever

Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you

You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep

And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch

But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping

Nope not creepy at all

its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)

You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”

And you’re like w a t

So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is

And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me

And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”

Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up

Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him

And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on

“Omfg y/n i can explain-”

He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone

And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out

But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.

Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”

Or Maybe thats just my mom idk

You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him

When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”

You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you

And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”

And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not

And he is so down for that

But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you

And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.

Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his

But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t

Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this

And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight

And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute

It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other

That was definitely the night you fell in love with him

Which is big because you thought love was gross

The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”

And ur like duh

You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks

He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini

You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.

Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last

UNTIL HE CHEATED

Lmao jk gotcha bitch

My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat

Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy

He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down

But ofc you set some boundaries.

There were lines he couldn’t cross

I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick

Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.

Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite

#jungkook #bts #btsjungkook #Jungkook oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts one shot #jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk #im so sleep deprived #why am i awake #imagine #bts imagines #jungkook ima

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brxk · 6 years

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tag meme!

i got tagged by both @shinyrifle n @ceifeed! tytyt i love doing these things even if this ones ABSURDLY LONG

ima tag anyone who wants to do it! just say i tagged u in it i wanna look at it too

Objective: Answer these 85 statement about yourself, then tag others

LAST

drink - water phone call - sister text message - my cousin i was telling him ima get him a gstring thong as a present

song you listened to - plain jane

time you cried - yesterday i was putting some vaporu on my chest cuz i had a stuffy nose n scratched my eyes shit STUNG couldnt see at alllll

EVER

dated someone twice - nah kissed someone & regretted - sorta been cheated on - no lost someone special - not reallyyyy been depressed - whew gotten drunk and thrown up - too many times

FAV COLOURS

blue pink red

IN THE LAST YEAR, YOU…

made new friends - yea! fallen out of love - no laughed until you cried - always found out someone was talking about you - nah met someone who changed you - sure? ig found out who your friends are - uhhhhh this is vague kissed someone on your facebook friends list - no!

GENERAL

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - all but like 5 or 6 do you have any pets - a cat n a blue nose pit do you want to change your name - yea something still spanish but less UGLY what did you do for your last birthday - i slept the entire day what time did you wake up today - 8am what were you doing at midnight last night - studying/watching kdrama what is something you can’t wait for - SUMMER!!!!!!!!! what are you listening to right now - nothing really have you ever talked to a person named tom - yea he was one of my karate instructors he was mad white n weird like that dad who’s intensely into fixing things but its karate instead. didnt like him something that’s getting on your nerves - PEOPLE. and my feelings lmao most visited website - twiiter hair colour - black long or short hair - long do you have a crush on someone - do passing crushes count? what do you like about yourself - my car want any piercings - maybe in the summer! i really want my canine bites back n maybe more ear piercings blood type - O- i think? nicknames - family call me marcel friends call me marcy relationship status - single zodiac - virgo pronouns - they/them fav TV shows - the wire! tattoos - nah right or left handed - right ever had surgery - nope sports - not really piercings - i had canine bites the holes still there just never put in the jewerly! also gauged earlobes n other piercings on my ear.

vacation - all the dam time

trainers - ahhhhh

MORE GENERAL

eating - just had a sandwich drinking - r/n a starbucks vanilla doubleshot about to watch - im watching weightlifting fairy kim bok joo! waiting for - me to start n finish this fucking essay want - some more confidence maybe a dash of personality also A BUTT get married - I dont really care career - atm im studying to get into my college’s rn program. im pretty adamant about being a rn in the future but beyond that i also want to become an illustrator part time. like a side job ya kno.

WHICH IS BETTER

hugs or kisses - kisses lips or eyes - lips shorter or taller - taller older or younger - older i dont ever want ANYONE telling me shit nice arms or stomach - stomach hookup or relationship - relationship troublemaker or hesitant - idk im like hesitant a lot of the times unless im fucking with someone or bored

HAVE YOU EVER

kissed a stranger - nah drank hard liquor - yah lost glasses - THE OCEAN TOOK MY GLASSES turned someone down - all the time sex on first date - no broken someone’s heart - nah i dont count creeps n stalkers they dont have a heart had your heart broken - nah been arrested - not yet cried when someone died - no fallen for a friend - nah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

yourself - not especially just cuz i kno this bitch is MESSY n lazy miracles - sure love at first sight - yea santa claus - no kiss on a first date - if it feels right angels - like holy? nah

OTHER

best friend’s name - hhhhhhhmmmmm eye colour - black fav movie - idkkkk fav actor - wood harris probably??? idk

#this shit long n took LONG #i dont have an excuse to put off this essay now tho......fuck

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johntenismyotp · 7 years

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92 statements tag

thanks for tagging me @shy113 <333

RULES: YOU MUST ANSWER THESE 92 STATEMENTS AND TAG 20 PEOPLE

LAST

1. Drink: coke

2. Phone call: my mom

3. Text message: from @oddjjong in the network group chat, he said “ooOoOoo”

4. Song you listened to: I think it was “Impossible” by James Arthur (radio was playing)

5. Time you cried: I cry so often cuz life is shit and kpop makes me emotional...bUT the last time was like 20 minutes ago bc I heard Johnny singing

6. Dated someone twice: ...no? but I dated someone for two months eyyy

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nope, this hoe loves kisses (they’re cute, okay?)

8. Been cheated on: not that I know

9. Lost someone special: kinda, but I think if I should ever text him, he’d be there for me...aaand my kindergarten best friend TT

10. Been depressed: oh boy yes that’s why I’m so extra and use humor as defense

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

black, blue, purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: hell yes, all of them are tumblr friends

16. Fallen out of love: kinda?

17. Laughed until you cried: yesss

18. Found out someone was talking about you: not really

19. Met someone who changed you: I guess @thenctscenarios made me gayer and softer lol

20. Found out who your friends are: I think so

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t use Facebook so no

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I DONT USE FACEBOOK

23. Do you have any pets: no nut I really wanna have a dog

24. Do you want to change your name: I don’t know yet

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: dinner with my best friend, we ate sushi and ended up paying 80 bucks lmao

26. What time did you wake up: first at 7:40 and then at 10:30

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I think I was blogging on tumblr

28. Name something you can’t wait for: summer break

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a minute ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my problems (especially with my family), grades and that lgbtqiap is accepted by everyone and freedom

31. What are you listening right now: nothing wtf am I doing I’m always listening to music

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I don’t think so

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: parents, homophobes, politics and my procrastination problem

34. Most visited Website: tumblr

35. Elementary: done

36. High School: I’m almost in 10th grade so three years left

37. College: in three years

38. Hair color: bright and dark brown with a bit blonde

39. Long or short hair: short but I had long hair almost all my life

40. Do you have a crush on someone: lowkey

41. What do you like about yourself: uhm...I like most of my personality and how passionate I am about lgbtqiap and that I always help others

42. Piercings: nope but I wanna get some

43. Bloodtype: A

44. Nickname: ...Burra, Bursa, Daddypotato

45. Relationship status: single and ready to kiss the shit out of anyone

47. Pronouns: she or they but might change in the future

48. Favorite TV Show: idk...I was obsessed with Pretty Little Liars...now I’m really into We Bare Bears and The Simpsons oh and The Big Bang Theory

49. Tattoos: I think I’ll get some when I’m older

50. Right or left: uhm what? is this about the hand I write with cuz the answer is right

51. Surgery: once in my ear cuz my stupid ass put a pen point in my ear and it stayed there for a while and skin grew with it and ewwww

52. Piercing: this question was asked already lol

53. Sport: hell no, I’m a lazy piece of shit

55. Vacation: Turkey, Germany, Italy, England and The Netherlands

56. Pair of trainers: I have three pairs of nike shoes which I love a lot

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: ohh I love sushi and like asian food and I’m a hoe for pizza and quinoa salad and chOCOLATE IS LIFE

58. Drinking: WATER!! and sometimes coke or ice tea

59. I’m about to: text

61. Waiting for: S U M M E R B R A K E

62. Want: peace, food and hanging out with my internet friends

63. Get married: in like 10 years

64. Career: I don’t have a clue

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: AHHH I LOVE BOTH OKAY

66. Lips or eyes: probably eyes

67. Shorter or taller: doesn’t matter

68. Older or younger: doesn’t matter

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: who cares? I just want nice personality

71. Sensitive or loud: both

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship please

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

74. Kissed a stranger: yes and it was iconic lmao, might tell you about it one day oh god

75. Drank hard liquor: nope but I had Tequila in my moUTH AND DONT DRINK IT AND JUST DONT DRINK ALCOHOL OKAY?!?!

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: thank god I didn’t

77. Turned someone down: the creeps on instagram

78. Sex in the first date: nah

79. Broken someones heart: I hope not

80. Had your heart broken: yes

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: yes

84. Yourself: what?

85. Miracles: it’s a family thing

86. Love at first sight: never happened to me

87. Santa Claus: nah

88. Kiss in the first date: no

89. Angels: exist

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: JOSLYN MY BIGGEST SUPPORTER ISTG I LOVE MY BEST FRIEND SO MUCH AJDFKELFSJK (i’m not gonna name anyone else cuz I’m too lazy and scared I’ll forget someone)

91. Eyecolor: dark brown

92. Favorite movie: uhhh I’m trash for Pirates Of The Caribbean

I tag: @thenctscenarios @johnten-stuff @hit-here-johnten @oddjjong @the07thsense @yugyeomdream @incorrectnct @lastnamesuh @musically--addicted @allthingstenny @nc-ten @xxnctxsmrookiesxx @incorrect-nct-quotes @kristinanix00 @yutawhy @ohdaddyjohnny @hansolsdeliciousanus @tengaroo @hermione-malfoy-granger @tennytrash @sweetlyjoyfulmeee

#ahhhhh #I tagged everyone I somehow know #and I'm sorry if I forgot someone #personal #tag #not related

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mariestherapeutics · 7 years

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40, spending the day in bed with Jongdae :3 can you please add fluff and cuddles and fluff and cuddles and fluff and omg i'm sorry ;-; I love your blog so much, it's insane🙈💕

@gwaenchanhajagiya noted:whaa! heya! you’re drabbles are so cute!! can you do “at home massages” with Jongdae? (i forgot the number omg sorry) thanks! xoxo

Jongdae Trash Anon noted: Oh my god, can I have one with Jongdae and #61 [the study date one] please? I such trash for Jongdae and your blog so i can’t wait to see what you come up with. [unless u dont want to which is totally fine btw if i am being demanding]. Thank you so much! ~ Jongdae Trash Anon.

I hope you don’t mind me combining all these. ;u; Sorry for the overdue drabble.

40. Spend The Day In Bed.46. At Home Massages61. Study Date

Jongdae barks a sudden laugh, bringing you from your deep thoughts. When you look over at him, he’s still grinning at his phone. “What’s so funny?” You ask, dropping your textbook and scooting over to him. The bed dips at your combined weights, making you lean against him more than you meant to, but neither of you mind.

“Check it out,” He chuckles, tilting the screen so you can see. “It’s Jensen QUACKles.” It’s a gif of Jensen’s head on a duckling as it runs, and it’s honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my gosh.” You snicker, which only makes him laugh more.

This is probably the thirteenth time Jongdae’s distracted you from your studies, but you can’t get mad at him for it, even though he’s supposed to be working, too. “Wanna take a break?” He asks, kissing your temple sweetly.

“We just had a break, though.” You say as he wraps his arms around you. “And I haven’t done any work since that one because I keep getting distracted.” You keep going when he leans you back and falls on top of you.

“I know, and all that stress about concentrating has worn you out, I can tell.” He chuckles sarcastically, pecking your face with more kisses that make you giggle. “I mean, look at these eye bags.” He says, poking under your eyes.

“Ass.” You laugh. You grab his face so he stops trying to kiss you and you look him over. “You’re the same, though.” You point out, to which he smirks at.

“That’s because I spend all night staring at you.” He grins, the corner of his mouth lifting higher than the rest of it. “I can’t get sleep when someone as beautiful as my girlfriend is near me.” He’s being dramatic and flirty, but it makes you blush anyway and he laughs at you for it.

“Oh, yeah?” You quip vengefully, locking your legs around his hips firmly. “Let me help you relax, then, babe.” His eyes widen when your positions are suddenly flipped and you’re straddling him. You giggle triumphantly at the success of your scheme before massaging his shoulders.

“Oooh, an at-home massage?” Jongdae asks breathily. You hum, nodding as you move to his shoulder blades. “I’ve always fantasized about having one.”

“Ew,” You laugh, playing along. “Are you trying to tell me massages turn you on?” You ask him, looking him in the eye now.

“Only when my girlfriend does it.” He groans when you press into a sore muscle.

“Saved yourself.” You joke. You know he wouldn’t actually get aroused from a massage, unless you touched him in other places, but this guy was having fun pretending it did.

“Damn, that felt nice.” He gasps when you dig into the muscle again. “Oh, right there, baby.” He moans in a mocking tone. He chuckles when you wrinkle your nose in disgust and pause.

“Are you making fun of me?” You ask suspiciously, but the smirk creeps onto your face nonetheless.

“No, I’m reenacting my favorite sex scene of ours.” He says, which earns him a smack on the chest.

“You’re so annoying.” You say lovingly. Then he pulls you down, so you’re laying on top of him, and he holds you close, kissing your head lightly and whispering, “I don’t wanna study right now.” You roll your eyes at him, but he can’t see now that your face is in his neck. You open your mouth to reply with a “too bad”, but it comes out as a “then later.”

You decide that maybe your break can last a little longer.

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Jonghyun/Jinki; good; R

u know when u think about a smut but u dont wanna write the smut so u just write them Talking about the smut instead

also kinda jongho and jongtae (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

“So I go, and you pull me into your lap, and your legs are spread so wide that mine have to spread too, and you rub my sides and touch my butt and pull me closer, you cup my chin and you say, ‘suck my cock.’”

“Just like that?” Jinki asks. It lacks some of the usual finesse he uses in his commands. He feels like he could roll with it, though. He likes being blunt every now and again.

“Oh my god.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh my god. Jinki.” Jinki turns from his PB&J making to find Jonghyun walking into the kitchen. His steps are shuffly, his eyes a little glazed, his hair mussed, and one fingertip is in his mouth, smile wide and lazy as he slouches up and leans against Jinki’s back. All he’s wearing is one of Jinki’s big tshirts and some undies underneath. Jinki snorts softly at his entrance. This should be good. “Jinki, oh my god,” Jonghyun says again. His voice is a happy sigh of a breath. “I just thought up, like, the best scene while I was masturbating just now.”

“Oh,” Jinki says, the word a soft laugh out of his lips. This all makes much more sense now. “You have a good time without me?” he asks, only half-assing the sternness and disappointment in his tone. He’s too hungry to be a full dom right now. He has a sandwich to eat. Maybe he’ll punish Jonghyun later. Somehow he doesn’t think Jonghyun really minds either, by the way he giggles softly against his sweater.

“Absolutely,” he says. Jinki rolls his eyes. Of course he did. He’s so blissed out right now he can’t even act like he’s sorry. Jinki guesses they’re both putting their constant thing on a little pause for right now. He hands Jonghyun the butter knife so he can lick jelly off of it instead of sucking on his cummy fingers. Jonghyun melts himself into a chair, smooth knife pressed against his bottom lip as he blinks blearily up at Jinki. “Can I tell you about it?” he asks.

“Yeah, baby girl,” Jinki hums. He likes hearing Jonghyun’s fantasies. He takes a seat with his sandwich and Jonghyun smiles wide behind the knife before he starts.

“So, like,” he says. “I bring a couple of friends over.” He taps two fingers on the table and Jinki cocks a brow. Oh. He likes where this is going already. Much less public than usual but way more personal. “And like, they know that we do the dom and sub thing constantly, but they’re thinking, maybe we won’t do it while they’re here, but they wouldn’t be opposed if we did.”

“So do we do it while they’re here?” Jinki asks. Jonghyun hums, closes his eyes, lets it turn into a quiet, giddy little giggle.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “I’m leading them--”

“You thought of two real friends for this.” Jinki cuts him off with a clear voice, a commanding voice, a tone that tells Jonghyun to not leave out details and admit the truth before he even tries to deny it. Jonghyun keeps smiling, wide and lazy, and nods without hesitation. Jinki’s fist clenches in his sweats under the table. Nice. He was just bluffing in his surety of that claim but he’s glad that he was right. “Which ones?” he asks.

“Taem and Choi,” Jonghyun says easily. “Gwi’s too dom for this. She’d wanna be you.”

“We’ve never done anything with those two before,” Jinki hums. Bringing in new people is always a whole thing but Jonghyun nods, eyes lit up with excitement.

“Mmhmm,” he says. “That’s the point. They don’t know how far we’ll go.”

“But they’re on board for all the way, aren’t they?” Jinki asks. He props his chin in his hand and arches a brow, and Jonghyun nods.

“They’re curious,” he says. “They’ve been here for like an hour and all the two of us have done is kiss. And you’ve touched me and held me a little bit more intimately than you would if we were acting normal.”

“I’ve touched your butt and kissed your neck right in front of them, you mean,” Jinki says. More intimately. That’s a delicate way of putting it. Jonghyun’s smile is as shameless as his shrug.

“You had to remind them who I belonged to, didn’t you?” he asks innocently. Jinki snorts, reaching out to tap his cheek sharply before he starts getting too mischievous. Jonghyun nips at his finger, which tells Jinki that it’s probably already too late. “So anyway,” Jonghyun says. “They think that’s it. That that’s all we’re doing. That we’ve toned it down a lot.”

“But…?” Jinki prompts. He knows that there’s more. The corners of Jonghyun’s eyes crinkle with his next smile.

“But, I’m leading them from the kitchen through the living room, passed you on the couch,” he says. “Taem wants to see the garden. But then. You. Stop us.”

“I do, hmm?” Jinki can picture it already. Him, reading a book, waiting for the three to be just passed him, and then saying Jonghyun’s name with that clear authority that he loves using so much.

“You do,” Jonghyun says. “And I’m like, ‘yeah, Jinki?’ and you’re like, ‘are you three having a fun time?’ and I’m like, ‘yeah, we’re about to go outside,’ and then you’re like, ‘do you have an extra ten, fifteen minutes?’” He’s not licking the jelly off of the knife; he’s rubbing it gently over his bottom lip, playing with it, barely noticing between each time he licks it off of his skin. Jinki’s trying hard to focus on what he’s saying instead of what he’s doing. “And I’m like, ‘for what?’ and you’re like, ‘come here.’” His eyes slide shut, like he’s picturing Jinki giving him orders in front of people with bliss.

“Just like that?” Jinki asks. It lacks some of the usual finesse he uses in his commands. He feels like he could roll with it, though. He likes being blunt every now and again.

“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun hums. “You don’t keep it quiet. And the other two hear. And I get all embarrassed, because I know they’ve been thinking about something like this the whole time, and I’m also pretending that we’ve never fucked in front of people before.” A soft laugh ends that sentence and Jinki snorts. Jonghyun almost fell out of his little dreamy recollection with that. He closes his eyes again for a short moment, then opens them to smile at the table.

“And I’m all hesitant and shy, and you do that thing where you tsk, and you pout, and you hold my face harder, so it hurts but no one else can tell you’re doing it.” Jinki watches Jonghyun’s teeth press into his lower lip as he speaks and grins. He loves when Jonghyun loves his subtly obvious displays of power. “And you say, ‘what, do you not want to suck my cock?’”

“But, of course, you would love to suck my dick,” Jinki says matter-of-factly. He wouldn’t ever say no unless he didn’t want to be doing a scene at all.

“Of course,” Jonghyun confirms. “But I’m shy. And I look back at Choi and Taem, and their curiosity is through the roof, but I nuzzle on you, and I say, ‘sir, they might not want to see.’”

“But then,” Jonghyun says. He doesn’t get loud, or showy, but he does widen his eyes just a bit and point at Jinki with his butter knife. “You cut me off,” he says.

“Ooh,” Jinki says. Nice. He props his chin in his hands, liking this whole scenario more and more as Jonghyun goes on.

“And you’re, just, really harsh, right from the beginning,” Jonghyun says. “You’re like, ‘what, do you think they don’t want to see?’ And, you say, ‘do you think they came here for any other reason? Do you think they’d want to just hang out with you for nothing? Do you--’”

“‘You know that they’re only here because you’re only good for one thing,’” Jinki says, low and smooth, giving his voice that stern, sharp bite that always makes Jonghyun shiver. And shiver Jonghyun does, from his head to his fingers to his feet tapping on the tile floor.

“Oh my god,” he whispers. “Yeah.” He sets his clean knife down on his napkin and Jinki watches his left hand slowly creep under the table, watches it’s slow, measured movements with a smug little smirk. He probably hadn’t even cleaned up from before and now he’s all wet again. “A-and,” he breathes. “So I. I get on the ground, between your legs, and pull open your zipper, and I suck your cock.”

“Right in front of Taemie and Minho,” Jinki adds. Jonghyun nods quickly, bottom lip blooming red from how hard he’s biting it.

“And you’re not touching me at all,” he says. “You have your hands behind your head, you’re looking down at me with those sex eyes you do, you’re humming all low and pleased, you--” He stops himself with a shaky breath, shoulders hunching a little as he slouches a little more in his chair, eyes closed and lashes fanning out over his cheeks. His hand moves faster under the table and Jinki smiles, amused. He’s so cute. “You, you look at the other two,” Jonghyun whispers. “And you say--”

“Doesn’t he look good like this, like this is where he belongs,” Jinki murmurs. Jonghyun hisses, nods, scrunches his eyes shut even tighter.

“Cocksucking lips,” he says, voice barely more than a breath.

“Cocksucking lips,” Jinki agrees. He can imagine that, too, Jonghyun’s thick, plump lips stretched wide around the girth of his cock, shiny and glossy with spit and precome, working expertly to swallow him down. “Like he was born to do this, born just to suck my cock,” Jinki adds. “Like if he spent the rest of his life between my legs he would never be out of place.”

“Mmmmh,” Jonghyun whines. “Yeah.” Jinki hears the softest rustle under the table, followed by a less soft gasp from Jonghyun, and deduces that he’s slipped his hand into his undies. He’s got full contact with the clit now and it’s obvious from the way he twitches and breathes in sharply. Jinki scoots forward in his chair, until he’s right next to Jonghyun, sliding one arm strong around his waist and the other around his neck to run his fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

“So what do Taemie and Minho do, hmm?” he asks. Now that he’s closer he keeps his voice even lower, a soft murmur against Jonghyun’s ear. Jinki isn’t sure if it was his voice or the answer to the question that made Jonghyun shudder, but he’s willing to bet that it was both.

“They--they agree,” he breathes. “They think I’ve never looked better.”

“I can think of several times you’ve looked better,” Jinki says mildly. Most of those times are when a thick cock is fucking deep inside of him. Jinki thinks he looks gorgeous then.

“And, you invite them,” Jonghyun whispers. “To sit. On either side of you.”

“Oh, do I?” Jinki asks. He would like that. Jonghyun between his legs, two breathless, mildly submissive babes on his sides. He bets that those two would do anything he told them to do to Jonghyun. He could have both of them fucking Jonghyun’s pretty cunt at the same time right on the carpet if he wanted to, and Jinki would get his ass all to himself. Jonghyun would be a wet, sloppy mess. Jinki suppresses a heavy shudder just thinking about that and files it away in the back of his mind for another time, when he wants to make Jonghyun come in an instant. For now, he’s happy just listening to how Jonghyun wants things to go.

“You’d touch my lips, squeeze my cheeks, ask them if they liked how I looked with your cock in my mouth,” Jonghyun says. His voice is high, shaky, like every word is getting harder and harder to say properly. “And. And you know Choi, he’d be. Full of compliments, and he’d be pulling my hair, and--” He hisses sharply when Jinki twists his fingers into a handful of his hair and squeezes, pulling the strands tight without moving his head away.

“Like this?” he asks, flexing his hand, digging his nails into the base of Jonghyun’s skull. Jonghyun whines loudly, nodding quickly, each bob of his head pulling harder against Jinki’s hand until Jinki lets go and pets his hair gently. Jonghyun whines more and nuzzles back against his hand, obviously wanting Jinki to pull his hair again, but Jinki just keeps petting him slowly, fondly, until he gives up and slouches against his shoulder. The bottom of his shirt has ridden up and Jinki leans their temples together to watch his fingers move under his boyshorts closely, the little circles, the way they dip lower every now and again as Jonghyun collects more of his own wetness.

“Taem, would. He’d. Taem is the one that would hold my head, and push me down, and make me go deeper, make me--”

“He’d make you go all the way down,” Jinki hums against his ear. “He would. I’d let him. I’d tell him you could take it, that you love it, and it wouldn’t be a lie, would it?” he asks. Immediately Jonghyun shakes his head. His breaths come out in soft little pants, sharp little inhales, his hips grinding up just slightly in his chair. Jinki chuckles softly, amused at what has Jonghyun so close already. He shifts even closer, rubbing his hand up and down Jonghyun’s side, gently scratching his head with the other. Jonghyun always gets a little incoherent when he’s close. Jinki will fill in the next parts of the story for him.

“He’d push you all the way down on my cock, all the way, and then hold you there,” he hums. “You know him. He’d want to see how long you could last.” A soft moan spills from Jonghyun’s lips. Jinki grins, smug. Just imagining Jonghyun with his lips pressed to the base of Jinki’s dick, throat swallowing around him, wet, blinking eyes struggling to look up all three of them…. “Fucking gorgeous,” he hisses, lips right up against Jonghyun’s ear.

“Taemie would wanna see you swallow all of my come,” he says. “He’d wanna feel your throat as it went down, he’d wanna see your tongue clean.”

“Mmmmh, mmhmm,” Jonghyun whines. “S-so, so good,” he breathes. “Please.” Jinki tuts softly, squeezing both arms around Jonghyun sternly. He wasn’t done speaking yet.

“But,” he says. “I think I’d rather come on your pretty face,” he says. Jonghyun’s sharp, shaky inhale makes him smile wide. “All on your cheeks, your lips, your nose, your forehead,” he hums. “I’d mark you as mine, and you’d spend the rest of the day like that, with my come dripping off of your skin. In the garden, during lunch, when you’re saying goodbye to Taemie and Min--”

He stops short when Jonghyun cuts him off with a rough groan, only half muffled behind his bitten lip. He arches his back off the chair, hips rocking forward, mouth opening after his moan to suck in silent lungfuls of air. He’s beautiful, from his swollen lips to the tears at the corners of his eyes to the way his muscles clench to how his whole body curls in on itself as he comes down from his quick orgasm. He slumps over the kitchen table, steadying himself weakly on his elbow, and shudders and shakes, hand still rubbing sporadic circles over his clit in his undies.

Jinki tsks as he watches Jonghyun’s small frame heave with big breaths. He’s disappointed. He didn’t get to get to the part where Jinki would make him suck the other two off also, swallow their cocks with Jinki’s come staining his skin. That part was going to be good.

Oh, well. He rubs Jonghyun’s shoulders soothingly, leaning forward to press slow, warm kisses to his back and shoulders. He’ll save that part for later when this is all actually happening.

#jongyu #jonghyun #jinki #jongtae #jongho #onew #r #smut #good au #listen... this is important #i was gonna write the actual smut but then i was like What If I Didnt Instead #it does actually happen tho jongyu talk to 2min about it #and they are curious and interested and super down #jongyu dont tell them Exactly whats gonna happen just that theyre gonna lead the scene and all 2min have to do is follow #nd 2min set up their lil lines and restrictions and whatnot #and then they frick and its Good #also i forgot jinki had a pb&j while i was writing this lmao but #he paps jong nd rubs his back and gives him water #and eats his lil sammich while jongs calming down and getting his breath back #jong sucks on his lil fingers again bc like #stimmie nd also they taste nice bc he likes how he tastes #and jinki rolls his eyes bc jongs always whining about how his fingers get all cracked and dry #so he shares some of his sammich with jong instead #and jong just does lil uwu nibbles and nuzzles on jinki and its good #he also punishes jong for not calling him sir nd jong just :)))))) the whole time bc he totes did it on purpose

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