#my first tattoo is gonna have lyrics from if i sit still in it

[chesedelhim]

[elswifee]

Games

Pairing: Toxic!ellie x fem!reader

Warnings: drug!use, alcohol!use, toxic!ellie, mean!ellie, dumb!reader, smut, strong language, scissoring, f!ngering (r and ellie )

Summary: you never really new what you were to ellie. I mean she treated you like a girlfriend, but wouldn't at the same time. You got pretty annoyed with that, so you decided to play a dangerous game with her.

You were getting ready to head out to a party at your cousins house. You were applying a coat of lipgloss when ellie walked in. She is wearing a black button up with short sleeves, revealing her many tattoos, and some washed out jeans.

She shamelessly checked you out, the way your black dress hugged your body so perfectly. Ellie then came up behind you, kissing your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late. Hurry up please," she slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp.

"Ochie, okay I'm ready let's go," you say, rubbing your ass.

On the ride to the party, ellie had her hand on your thigh, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, baby?" She smirks. "Yes, Els. You have, thank you." You smile.

Once you got there, your cousin was the first one at the door. "Ay! Mira no mas, mi prima favorita!" (Oh! look who it is, my favorite cousin!) He greets, pulling you into a hug. "Ellie, how you been, man?" He dabs her up, pulling her into a bro hug.

"Nothing much, how 'bout you?" She shrugs.

A few drinks later, you spot your childhood best friend, lana. She was taller, a few new piercings, was that a new tattoo? She looked good.

You turn to tell ellie, you were gonna be back in a few minutes, but when you did she was with another girl. She was close to her face a cup in her hand, and she seemed to say something funny, causing the girl to laugh.

You roll your eyes, this wasn't new. You had seen ellie with different girls all the time, but you loved her too much to stop seeing her.

You started walking towards lana. She was talking to some friends, but was cut short when she turned to see you. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh shit!" She calls you out, "damn baby, look at you," she grabs your hand given you a little twirl.

"How you been, fuck, how long has it been?"

You guys have a conversation, talking about everything you missed. "So what you got a girlfriend or something?" You ask, tilting your head with a smile.

"Uh, I'm actually talking to someone, so I don't know." She laughs. Lana was getting ready to ask you the same thing, but she was cut off by your squealing.

"Lana, dance with me please, I haven't danced in for ever!" You shout, Imitadora by Romeo Santos was playing. God, you used to dance this song with her all the time.

She places a hand on your lower waist, and you place a hand on her shoulder. The free hands grab onto each other. When he starts singing, you guys start moving. You sway your hips, following her lead.

Twirling you around, singing to the lyrics, she leans down to your ear. You were laughing along with her.

Ellie was watching from afar. Jaw clenched, arms crossed over her chest, and her hands in tight fists, making her knuckles white.

Who the fuck is she? What are you laughing about? What's so funny? Why is she dancing with you? Is she gay too?

All these thoughts she had. She watches you walking towards the counter sitting next to the girl, handing you a cup. Your still laughing when you see ellie from the corner of your eye.

Ellie suddenly grabs your jaw, pulling you in, kissing you passionately. Tongue swiping over your lip she had bitten. "Hi, baby, where were you?"

You felt incredibly awkward, looking at lana. She looked caught off guard. Glancing between you and ellie, who was standing behind you, a smirk and a stare that could scare anyone away.

"Uh, ellie meet lana, lana meet ellie- "her girlfriend," ellie finishes for you, a cocky smile on her face as she reaches her vainy hand out. Lana nods, taking a hint, she reaches out, shaking ellies hand.

"Ahh, I used to date her, aswell" lana smiles.

Ellie doesn't drop her act, though inside she boiling. Who the fuck does she think she is?

Your eyes widen, oh shit. You get up grabbing ellies hand, " lana, it was so nice to see you, te veo luego, si?" (I'll see you soon, yes?) You wave at her, dragging ellie upstairs.

Entering your old room, full of posters, led lights, vinyls, and record player. You lock the door, turning around, ellie in your face pushing you back, into the wall.

"Who was she?" Ellie rasps.

"She's an old friend-

"Girlfriend, you mean?" She tilts her head. You gulp. You don't know why, but when ellie would get jealous she tends to look so good.

Ellie glides the back of her cold fingers against your flushed cheeks, tracing your lips. "Don't forget who owns you, sweetheart. Who you belong to," she smiles.

Grasping your cheeks, making your lips pucker. "Who do you belong to, baby?" She questiones, lightly grazing her lips along yours. " You, ellie, I belong to you," you whisper.

Ellie breaths against your lips, making you shudder. you lean into her, but she backs away, making eye contact with you. She let's out a throaty chuckle, seeing how pathetic you look.

"Please, Els, kiss me," you beg.

Ellie lowers her head, as though she was going to kiss you but instead she kisses your neck. Sucking, leaving hickeys on your neck and on your collar bone.

You felt yourself get wet, rubbing your thighs together, looking for any type of friction.

You whimper, as ellie yanks your dress down, revealing your braless chest, "dirty, dirty girl," she smiles. She goes on, spitting on them, before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it.

You let out a heavy sigh, your slick running through your panties and down your thighs.

Ellie pinches your other nipple before giving it the same attention as the other one. Her cold hands roam around your body. She reaches down, cupping your soaked cunt.

"So wet for me already, baby" ellie grunts. She pulls your panties aside, the pad of her thumb pressing against your puffy clit. Her middle finger rubbing your slit up and down.

Without a warning she shoves her finger into your hole, whining at the feeling of your warmth.

You let out a gasp, followed by a moan. Ellie kisses down on your neck, she can feel herself get wet, aswell. Her boxer sticking to her cunt. She curls her finger inside you, making you cry out.

You reach for your breasts, as you playing with your perky nipples, increasing your high.

"Yes, yes, yes, ellie don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck I'm close,"

You let out a moan, ugh was it music to ellies ears. She felt so good, pleasing you. As ellie felt you shaking, she yanked out her finger.

She then drops to her knees, throws you leg over her shoulder. She keeps your panties moved aside before she kitten-licks your throbbing clit. Being on the edge had you whining, looking for a release.

You grab ellie by her head, pushing her deeper into you. She chuckles, running her tongue through your glistening folds. She brings her thumb up, rubbing your clit at an intense pace. Moaning and squirming, trying to get away for this overstimulation.

Ellie just grips your thighs hard, you can fell the bruises starting to form.

Ellie then inserts her middle finger, and her ring finger inside your hole. You let out a cry, ellie fascinated by the way you swallowed her fingers.

"Ellie, shit, shit ,shit, I'm gonna cum. Fuckkk!"

You feel dizzy, exhausted. Your shaking, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. Ellie still sucking on you, cleaning you up with her tounge, helping you ride out your high.

Ellie picks you up, throws you over her shoulder. She slaps your ass, echos forming. She tosses you on the bed, making you bounce.

Ellie starts unbottoning her shirt, followed by her sports bra. As she starts walking towards you, she unbuttons her pants, dragging them down along with her boxers. You can see her shiny slick running down her thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight.

Sliding off the bed, onto your knees, infront of Ellie. You look up to her with doe eyes. You lick your lips before placing your head in between her thighs. Running your tongue flat against her, sucking up her juices.

Ellie let's out a grunt, hands on your head, pushing you towards her clit. You let out small laugh, vibrations running through ellies body, causing her to shiver. You capture her clit between your teeth.

Ellie let's out a moan, gripping onto your hair. Ellie felt so turned on, she was desperate for a release.

You tease her sopping hole with your finger before entering. A heavy sigh leaving her lips. You pump your fingers in and out, while continuing to suck her clit,

"Shit, shit, fuck, just like that. You fucking whore, yeah, don't stop,"

Ellie clenches around your finger a few more times before she starts to tremble. Letting out a load moan, breathless, she pulls you up. Leaning close, she pulls you into a passionate kiss. Tongue sliding against your, teeth clashing, lips over lips. She bites your lip, dragging it out before licking it.

Your head bows to her neck, sucking and leaving your marks all over her.

Pushing you onto the bed, ellie spreads your legs. Placing herself on top of you, a leg over the other. You let out a soft moan.

Ellie starts grinding onto you, back and forward. The sound of skin on skin, heavy breaths and moans.

"She can't fuck you like I can. Do you understand? Huh?" Ellie grunts. "Hey, hey, look at me. No one can fuck you besides me. If I see someone touch you, their dead, you hear me?"

You let out moans, groaning at how sexy she looked on top of you, fucking you and making threats. Ellie starts grinding harder and faster, chasing her orgasm. Your clits rubbing together, arching your back.

Ellie lowers her head sucking your tits. "Fuck, ellie, ima cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming!" A scream leave your mouth, arching your back, your trembling.

Ellie continues to ride you, her strokes getting messy, and sloppy. She let's out a throaty moan, her head thrown back as she tries to control her breathing.

She drops on top of you, drawing circles on your rib and waist. Your bodies are sweaty and wet, but you don't care. You play with ellies hair until you hear soft snores.

"Dammit ellie, why did you make me fall in love with you." You whisper to yourself, groaning and rolling your eyes.

"I love you too, sweetheart"

[nburkhardt]

Saw this post and couldn’t get it out of my mind :)

His tattoos don’t even cross his mind when he takes his sweater off, too focused on knowing that he’s the only one that could handle swimming to check for a gate. Hoping that for once Dustin’s wrong.

It’s not until Nancy’s using her shirt to wrap around his middle that he remembers, “fuck, did they eat the sunflower?”

All three of them stare at him and in that moment he also remembers, no one knows about his tattoos. The only other person that knows about any of them is the artist who did them and he’s all the way in Indianapolis, probably working on a new design for him.

“Where’s the sunflower?” Eddie breaks him out of his thoughts, “because it seems like those bats just went to town on you. And you have some serious road rash on your back”

He doesn’t have to move far, the sunflower is or maybe was on his left side on the ribcage, fallen petals going down towards his hips. Pointing towards it, he watches as Eddie looks and his eyes wander across his chest. There’s a broken crown sitting on his collarbone, hopefully at least.

“Uh, well, the sunflower has some damage, sorry to say, though that crown is fine. Any, uh any other tattoos?” Eddie tells him and there’s something in his voice that he can’t quite place.

He nods and turns around, there should be an image of the nail bat on his shoulder blade with the lyrics from Mad World, “the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had” wrapped around it.

It’s probably not the best time to worry about the tattoos and should probably worry about the fact that they’re stuck in the upside down but his brain can’t stop focusing on the things that kept him from freaking out for the last three years.

“Woah! That’s metal as all hell, some of the words got a little scraped. But still there”

Eddie’s voice brings him back to the moment and he’s thankful the nail bat is still there. He sees Robin and Nancy talking and then before he knows it, pulling him and Eddie along to who knows where. His focus on the tattoos fade away and in place is just pain from his whole body.

Once they reach top-side again, his tattoos aren’t on his mind. The pain from the bites and road rash is the only thing he’s processing. Not processing that the kids are staring at him both in worry and curiosity because they didn’t know about the tattoos and the sunflower is peaking out from under the makeshift bandage and the broken crown is on display.

Thankfully Nancy gets everyone moving. He gets cleaned up and bandaged with actual bandages. They plan, steal a Winnebago, buy weapons and before Steve knows it, they’re back in the upside down and he’s telling Eddie and Dustin to not be stupid.

After it’s officially over, they’re in the hospital for several reasons. Max’s broken legs and arms, Dustin’s ankle, Eddie’s bites and Steve’s own bites. But it’s over and everyone is safe, that’s all Steve cares about really.

He gets cornered by Robin, and it’s not really cornered since he’s stuck in a hospital bed already. “Ok Dingus, now you’ll be explaining how the hell you managed to keep this a secret from me!”

Shrugging, because he doesn’t know exactly how to explain this. Especially since his brain is feeling like mush with the drugs they have him on. “I like tattoos” is all he says and then promptly falls asleep. He has good reason for it, there��s plenty of time to talk when he’s not high on pain meds.

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I’m gonna leave it there because I’m lost on how to continue right now. I’ll definitely come back to it to do a part two of the actual conversations and why, how & when Steve got the tattoos. Here’s a better understanding of what they are tho:

Sunflower with fallen petals on his ribcage, the only one with color (his favorite) A broken crown on his collarbone (represents fallen King Steve, this was the first tattoo) The nail bat with lyrics from Mad World on his shoulder blade, “the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had” wrapping around it. Not mentioned because it hasn’t happened yet in the fic, he has a d20 (for Dustin) tattoo planned and a copy of one of Robin’s doodles from her shoes. (He’s a sentimental guy? Okay?!)

@i-less-than-three-you @artiststarme @imfinereallyy (hopefully you don’t mind I used your idea, I couldn’t get the post outta my head)

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3 & Tumblr

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 28: Oh, what a wonderful life

Chapter title is lyrics from “Wonderful Life” 

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The first thing I noticed when I saw him was his hollow eyes. The exhaustion so present on his features that for a moment I struggled to remember all the things I needed to discuss with him. 

“Hi.” He breathed, leaning – resting – against the doorframe. The smile he aimed at me further showcasing how tired he must be. 

Come on, Alice, you can do this. 

Thankfully, I managed to centre myself before too long, “So, are you gonna meet up with her?” 

“I think so, yeah.”  

I shouldn’t be jealous, I shouldn’t feel insecure, but this is someone he’s explicitly expressed to be the love of his life; someone he considered a soulmate. 

Someone who was obviously still interested in him. 

And from reading their chat – specifically from seeing how Oli spoke to her – it was also obvious he still had some form of respect for her. Despite her deep betrayal. 

I’d been fighting the urge to look up his exes as soon as he’d vocalised being cheated on during the flight to America. But today those temptations had proven too much. 

That’s another problem with potentially dating a celebrity; their dating history is catalogued online, just a quick search away. All I had to do was type in ‘Oli Sykes girlfriend’ and I’d been flooded with images of her, showing how picture perfect she was, and how perfect they were together. Both so clearly from the same universe, dressed in alt fashion and covered in tattoos. 

Both also very clearly in love. 

And now I had the image of them wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing, plastered in the back of my mind as an uncomfortable reminder of how out of place I am in his world. 

Oli took a quick glance down the corridor before returning his attention to me, “Can I come in?” 

Distracted by my intrusive thoughts, I simply nodded and stepped to the side. 

I’d expected him to walk into the room, maybe even make himself comfortable. Instead, he hovered next to me as I shut the door, not once taking his tired eyes off me. 

“I was gonna tell you last night that I’d been talking to her.” He said in a low tone, so close to me I could smell the energy drink on his breath. 

“Is that why you were unsure about us being right for each other?” I had to ask, had to know. It had been running through my thoughts for hours. 

Oli shook his head, “No.” He said, but his expression shifted, a grimace threatening to scrunch up his face, “I mean, yeah. But not the way you’re thinking.” 

As I felt a frown pulling on my eyebrows out of confusion, his hand appeared by mine, taking it gingerly in his – a silent question if this intimate touch was acceptable considering the current tension between us. 

Bewildered, I let our fingers intertwine, before he led us to sit on the end of my bed. 

After a deep breath, he told me why he needed to talk to Fay, that he wanted answers, that he needed to let go of the anger and the distrust she had caused in him – how it had made him not trust me.  

He also told me he’s been fighting the urge to use again, to fall into old habits with drugs, that things had been triggering him, just like things had been triggering me. And for a moment I thought to myself that maybe he was right last night, maybe we’re just not right for each other.  

Maybe we do nothing but pull at the strings of our pain, fraying the edges of the delicate fabric further. 

But then he began caressing my hand, holding it in his as if it was precious – as if it was made of glass. He turned it over in his palm, guiding it up to his lips in order to place a kiss on the soft pad of my thumb. Then he opened his mouth to say something that would make me see things from a different perspective. 

“I tried to strangle such a large part of myself the past year, I gave up on so many of the things I desperately want out of life because of how badly I got burnt with Fay; I gave up on love, something that – and I know this sounds cringe – but it’s as vital as air to me.” His vulnerable eyes fell to our hands resting on my thigh, before continuing under his breath, “It's like I've been a fucking zombie, Alice.” 

Silence fell between us for a beat as I tried to stay composed, hating how much I was relating to what he was saying. But then he continued, and I felt the familiar lump build in my throat. 

“Well,” He huffed out a breath, “Until you showed up." 

Large eyes returned to mine, and suddenly breathing no longer seemed to come instinctually, forcing me to focus on the otherwise autonomic function so I wouldn’t simply stop. 

“I was only able to start writing lyrics again after the first night I was with you.” He studied my face as he seemed to search for the right words, “I realise there's problems here, reasons for why we might not work out. But you have no idea how grateful I am for everything you've done for me.” 

Having never felt more alive than when I’m around him, I should see where he’s coming from, I should believe his words, yet I couldn’t help but think that he’s mistaken; that he was confusing me for someone who was special enough to evoke such things. 

“You've opened something up in me that's allowing me to love again, and honestly, even if we don't end up together, at least now I know that giving up on love altogether isn't the solution.” 

Panic set in as I was fighting to speak up, to let him know I also crave to feel. 

Crave to love. 

But the words were stuck in my throat, lodged so thoroughly I wasn’t sure I could say them even if my life was on the line. 

Does he sense my inner battle; can he see it on me? 

There is so much pity in his eyes. 

Or is it disappointment over the fact that I’m once again mute while he pours his heart out to me? 

But long before I got a chance to tackle my loud inner voices, the pity fell away from him, and you could tell by his darting eyes that he was mulling something over. 

“This is our last night here. I wanted to take you to the restaurant, would you like that?” He asked, an exhausted, sombre smile touching his lips. 

I forced out a smile and an eager nod, hoping it would convey at least a crumb of the thoughts I was currently unable to express verbally. 

“Great.” He added, so I stood up, but his hand didn’t let go of mine, nor did he move from his seated positioned at the end of the mattress, “Are we alright to just lay down for a minute first?” 

I shifted awkwardly, “Liam could come back any moment.” 

But I quickly realised his request hadn’t been sexual in nature from the way his sad gaze held mine. 

“I just want to hold you for a bit.” He begged under his breath, and my heart ached. 

“Okay.” I said in return, causing him to visibly relax, before he guided me around the modestly sized double bed, compared to his rooms large king.  

As I made myself comfortable on the plush pillows I’d cried into just an hour ago, he quickly wrapped himself around me, nestling his head into my chest, my chin coming to rest on the top of his head, right in the midst of wild locks that smelled so hypnotising.  

The embrace was unlike the ones we usually shared, he was making himself more vulnerable, turning the moment intimate in a brand new way, causing a storm of emotion to erupt in me. And right as I thought I couldn’t get more overwhelmed by it, his warm hand appeared on my thigh, pulling it over his waist, entangling us further before taking a deep breath, the warm air seeping through the fabric of my shirt, caressing my skin. 

“You always smell so wonderful, love.” He breathed into my chest in a low, rumbling tone, sounding as if he’s about to drift off. 

And your scent makes me wonder if home is a person. 

I swallowed, alarmed by my feelings and my thoughts, shoving them aside to stay sane, to stay in the moment without panicking. 

“That’s good,” I started, feeling unsure of myself, but curiosity got the better of me as it so often does, “You know, I’m having the hardest time placing your scent. What’s in your hair right now?” 

“Sorry about that. It’s just some shampoo I nicked from one of the venues back in the UK when I ran out of my usual stuff. Probably doesn’t smell that pleasant, but beggars can’t be choosers.” 

I couldn’t believe it, the mysterious aroma that had made me feel safe, that drove me wild, was just some random shampoo he didn’t even care for? 

“I– I actually really like it.” I said quietly, the heat of a blush spreading over my cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed over having placed such significance on such a trivial thing. 

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll get some more then.” His words had come so slurred, the poor thing was clearly hanging onto consciousness by a thread. 

I was going to tell him – reluctantly – that he didn’t need to do that, that he can use whatever products he prefers, but before I got a chance, I felt him twitch, letting me know that sleep had claimed him. 

I sighed, torn between distraction, or allowing myself to indulge in his scent, in him. After a moment of looking at the unruly curls under my nose, I gave in, letting myself take a deep breath and savour the way he made me feel. Which was more than I cared to admit to myself. 

Having mostly focused on feeling as few things as possible for so long, it was no wonder such emotional highs that Oli provided caused fear to stir inside me. 

I was used to spending my days convincing myself that I was happy, that I didn’t want more. That I didn’t feel like I was slowly suffocating and dying inside from staying with someone who made me feel… absolutely nothing. 

You see, my ex was a void, and I simply orbited him, shaping my wants and needs to fit into his lifestyle in order to make things as simple and conflict-free as possible. 

One day we’d sat down in the living room to go through our finances. The TV had been left on in the background, auto playing some sewing tutorial on YouTube that I’d planned to watch at some point. But like all my attempts at creative hobbies, it fizzled and died before I’d even gathered the courage to purchase the supplies to try it. I was simply too good at telling myself that there was no point, that I’d probably be bad at it anyway, that it was a waste of money, or that my time could be spent doing something more productive. 

We were in the middle of deciding how much to transfer to our savings accounts this month, when my ex, Sam, had gotten distracted by the flashing lights caused by the next random video in the queue. 

“Annoying that. Do you like that stuff?” He asked, judgement in his voice, before reaching over to turn off the telly. 

I’d only caught a glimpse of it before he shut it off, but it had looked like concert footage, most likely recommended to me due to all the links Shelley had shared with me lately, to show me the upcoming bands she’d be working on tour with. I wouldn’t be able to recall what bands it had been, as I never much listened to heavier music, and the touring agency specialized in alternative music. All I knew is that it can’t have been Bring Me The Horizon, as this was years prior to her working with them. And years prior to her recommending me for this job. 

“Not really, but Shelley’s been sending me a lot of concert footage lately.” 

He shook his head, “You two have essentially nothing in common, I can’t understand why you’re still friends with her.” 

Shelley was my childhood friend. She was always the outgoing one, the daring one, while I mostly kept to myself. But for some reason she’d latched onto me the first day of school and told me we’d be best friends forever. And so far, she hadn’t been wrong about that. The only reason we hadn’t talked much lately was due to us both being on tour. 

He wasn’t wrong either though; we didn’t have much in common, but that never seemed to matter. We enjoyed each other all the same. 

But Sam and Shelley? They hated each other. Both insisting that the other was bad for me, or just bad in general. In fact, I’m not sure they’ve ever agreed on a single thing besides liking me. 

“You know why.” I muttered, keeping my head low, not wanting to have this argument again. 

“I just don’t get why she insists on pushing her tacky ways on you. You’ve got it all figured out; always the most beautiful girl in the room, got a great job, and a great boyfriend.” The last bit he’d said with a proud smile. 

I rolled my eyes at him, but he just laughed. 

I’m not sure Sam thought I was beautiful, or if he simply approved of my extremely non-offensive way of both acting and dressing, which he always commented on before showing me off to friends and colleges; I was the quiet, polite, smiling girlfriend, dressed to impress even the elderly relatives. Someone who was perfect to bring around to the office Christmas party.  

I also know he very much disapproved of Shelley’s work, always finding new ways of implying that she’s a slut, sleeping around with all the bands she worked with. 

Which, looking back, is hilarious, as I’m currently doing her old job, but sleeping with the lead singer. 

But I know Shelley wasn’t like that. She may come off as a flirt from first impressions, but she’s very happily married, and had always been extremely loyal. In many ways she reminded me of Liam, which explained why they got along so well. And why me and Liam instantly hit it off. 

But Sam’s dislike for Shelley ran a lot deeper than simply looking down on her lifestyle choices. 

The last time Shelley had visited she’d sold me on the idea of getting a tattoo with her. I’ve always liked them, but always been entirely too scared to consider one. Yet I had warmed up to the idea of a vine anklet – discrete, understated, yet pretty. It had felt right, but Sam had talked me out of it. Reaffirming my fears about its permanence, having me question if I would regret it. But he was still angry over the mere idea that Shelley had almost convinced me, as if my opinion on the matter hadn’t really mattered – as if I’m not capable of making an informed decision on my own. 

But considering how scared and indecisive I frequently was, I guess it was understandable why he would assume as much. 

After we were done with our finances, I’d caught myself in the mirror while getting towels for my evening bath. I was still in my work clothes, my hair neatly tucked into a low bun, not a hair out of place. I was the picture of palatable, pleasant and boring. 

It fed my numbness.  

I accepted it – it was comforting. 

Or so I told myself as I undressed, locking the door to the bathroom before getting into the hot, bubbly water, and having myself a silent cry like I did nearly every night before bed. 

I’d stare into my soothing lavender candle I’d lit to help me sleep better, working overtime to convince myself I was happy as the tears streamed down my face. As the walls felt like they were closing in on me. 

Then I’d dry myself off and crawl into bed to sleep next to my perfectly okay boyfriend, ready for my perfectly okay job in the morning. 

No wonder I’d agreed to Shelley’s suggestion of working on the touring team once I’d split with Sam. 

It was just crazy enough of an idea for me to act on in my desperate state, sick of hating my life so fundamentally. 

But I had my apprehensions. 

I’d found out fairly quickly that my first tour would be with a band called Bring Me The Horizon. 

Instantly I’d began researching them. 

The first time I saw Oli I’d pulled a face of disgust.  

He’d been flashing his old vampire fangs, bright coloured contacts, and his skin was more ink covered than not. I’d immediately heard Sam’s voice in the back of my head, telling me that ‘only convicts have face tattoos.’ 

And I’d agreed with him at the time. In fact, many of my close-minded opinions at the time were his. It was just easier to adopt them rather than argue. 

So, in an effort to be my own person, I rejected the notion that there was anything at all to judge about Oliver Sykes. 

But the judgemental thoughts hadn’t ended there. 

I’d read that he was a drug addict. Of course he was, he’s a rockstar. 

I shook myself, realising what I was doing, and moved on, once again promising myself to not judge a book by its cover. 

But I couldn’t seem to stop. 

I learned about his activism, his love for animals, how he’d started his own business alongside the band when he was just a teenager. I’d read over his lyrics and watch his interviews – all of which were riddled with self-criticizing commentary despite his numerous admirable achievements and skillsets. 

And yet I still found myself having judged him, as I’d been shocked to discover that he wasn’t just some lowlife, entitled, celebrity man-child as I’d initially expected. 

For days afterwards I’d kept looking him up, scrolling through pictures and videos of him, listened to his music, checking out his clothing line, perplexed both by him as a person, and why I was so seemingly enthralled by him. 

Do I find him attractive, or am I simply jealous of his bold ways of expressing himself? 

Immediately after that thought I’d texted Shelley. 

“Alice: Dress me like you.” 

It was something she’d wanted to do since we were teens, always insisting that my appearance never reflected how she saw me; telling me that my personality was far richer and exciting than how I presented myself to the world. 

While I felt more comfortable being silly around Shelley than anyone else, I still wasn’t sure I agreed with her opinion on that. 

But I did know she’d jump on the idea of giving me a makeover, and I was beyond fed up with my old ways. 

“Shelley: I’ll do you one better, I’ll dress you like YOU!” 

The next day she’d come over to my mum’s house which I was residing at after my breakup with Sam. She’d brought a mountain of clothes and accessories, both things from her own closet and items she’d picked up on the way here. The first thing she’d put me in was a dress so short it could have been a shirt. 

“You’re made for that.” She’d said without a doubt in her voice, “It’s perfect!” 

“You’re joking? A small breeze and I’ll be on a list.” 

“Who cares, you’re going on tour!” She exclaimed before collapsing into my childhood bed, which we’d spent many nights together in as kids, telling ghost stories under the covers when we were supposed to be fast asleep. 

“I’m not sure.” I muttered, pulling on the hem, attempting to magically make it cover more of my skin than it ever could. 

“Alice, I beg of you, bring it with you, just in case you feel up for wearing it once you’re there.” 

And taking inspiration from the boldness of Mr Sykes, as well as Shelley, I’d done as she’d suggested. In fact, I’d been brave and mostly packed things she’d brought over that day, only packing a handful of items from my usual wardrobe.  

And every time I see myself in the mirror after putting on something Shelley picked out for me, I’d hear Sam’s words in the back of my head, telling me I look like a slag, and I’d smile at my reflection. 

Cause who gives a rat’s arse what that man thinks anyway. 

But it quickly became evident that I cared about what another man thought of me. 

It also quickly became evident that my fascination with Oli wasn’t just jealousy over his daring nature. 

The first time I met him I swear my brain short circuited for a minute. 

“Hiya, love, you alright?” He’d asked with a flash of a smile. 

While I can’t recall what I said, if anything, I remember being in complete awe, convinced his eyes were looking right through me, as if he could tell immediately how my body was responding to his mere presence. 

It had taken me a couple of days to finally accept that I was in fact hopelessly attracted to him, and once I’d accepted that, I’d check him out every chance I got. And while I knew someone like me would never have a shot with someone like that, I kept dressing myself in less and less, hoping that against all odds he’d notice me eventually. 

Just a handful of days before we started the sexcapades in London was the only time I’d thought that maybe he’d actually noticed me in the same way I was noticing him. 

It was an early, gloomy January morning, and we were just about to leave a rented house we’d been staying at for a couple of days between gigs. Everyone was gathered in the living room, half asleep on the corner sofa, as we waited for the taxi to come collect us. Liam was still running around making sure we hadn’t left anything behind, and I was sat in a chair next to the sofa, mindlessly watching the morning news that Lee had left on the telly as everyone were either resting their eyes or on their various devices. 

In an incredibly modern, ugly, design choice, the whole wall behind the telly was comprised of large, black marble tiles, so glossy it acted as a mirrored surface. And every so often I’d let my eyes stray from the news to steal a quick, indulgent glance at Oli in the reflection. 

Only this time I noticed his eyes weren’t on the phone in his hands, nor were they on the big screen in front of him. In fact, it looked an awful lot like they were resting on me. And not on my reflection, no, his gaze was instead to his side, in my direction. 

And what is that expression on his face? 

For a moment I didn’t even dare think it, cause why on earth would he be looking at ordinary, boring Alice? But then I scanned my own reflection and was promptly reminded of how low cut my top was that day.  

In a daring move, I crossed my arms gently, which made my already provocative cleavage spill further. 

Immediately his eyelids grew heavy, his lips parting slightly as the grip on his phone tightened visibly, the veins on his hands becoming more prominent as a result, and I was suddenly very grateful that I was already sitting down, as I’m certain my legs weren’t functional in that moment. 

But while what he was looking at – and how he was enjoying what he saw – was undeniable, I still managed to talk myself out of him being interested in me. Instead, I’d just disregarded it as him not being immune to appreciating a pair of tits when they were presented to him. 

In hindsight, knowing more about Oli, and knowing that he’d been checking me out for a while, it was now clear that this had been a regular occurrence – he’d just managed to be quite stealthy about it. 

And yet… I can’t help but wonder what he could possibly see in me. 

The sun was close to setting as I stared out into the forest view of mine and Liam’s room, the sleeping man next to me breathing slowly and deeply against my chest. And even though he was continuously showing me how special I was to him, I still felt entirely too lacklustre to be loved by him. 

I was a common garden rock, in the arms of a rare gem, and no matter how much I want to open my heart to him, to accept that I was already attached or wanted more, my gut still told me he’d wake up one day, realise how wrong he’d been about me, and see me for the disappointment that I really am. 

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there’s nothing more cruel than to be loved by everybody but you - [byler week - day 5]

yeah so i thought this fit the secret identities thing until i wrote it and realized it uhh. isn’t quite that. so enjoy whatever this is i guess - lots of miscommunication and a fun set-up for potential enemies to lovers

also it’s my personal headcanon that Will is a music snob, so if you don’t like that then uh,,,,i guess skip this one idk

title from: wilson (expensive mistakes) by fall out boy

dedicated to: the listening party for fall out boy’s new album that i went to last week in a city an hour away from me; i came up with this stupid idea on the drive there! indie record store in [city redacted], you were very nice, and thank you for having a decent selection of poetry i could pick from :]

Don’t ask Will how this ended up being his job, because he honestly doesn’t know. One day, they had a meeting for the university’s queer artists’ zine where he was complaining about everyone’s responses to the new U2 album (yes, it sounds different from other U2 albums, but obviously if you look at the lyrical and metatextual themes of Achtung Baby, it’s still very much U2), and then BAM–suddenly he’s in charge of doing the cover art for the zine and writing music reviews.

Sure, he could probably turn it down, but nobody else will take the job.

Also, he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t do it right, because, as much as he loves this group, their music tastes are…well…not everybody has an older brother like Jonathan Byers who makes sure they grow up with proper music opinions.

So, if anything, Will does this to keep the spirit of reviewing and recommending underground artists in New York City alive for the zine, and also because he doesn’t think anybody else could do it justice, no offense to them.

But Will is loathing this job for their upcoming edition. He’s sitting in that weird liminal time between class periods where people are in the chaotic throes of rushing around or throwing their notebooks open to prepare for the lecture; his elbows are pressed into the desk that’s just a little too small, and his head is in his hands. He’s staring down at the one submission he’s been putting off for precisely three semesters, because the president of the zine said it needed to be done before they moved on to new submissions, so could you please just lower your standards for one night and go listen to them play so you can write the damn review?

The Fellowship of the Ring, the submission card reads in faded pencil. Scratched under it in the slightly-fresher ink of the zine’s president’s pen, it reads: Thursday - The Purple Hall - 8 PM.

And, God, Will wishes this show was just gonna be a live reading of the Tolkein book. It would be so much better than what he knows it actually is.

The Fellowship of the Ring is a local, up-and-coming act in the underground venues of the greater New York City area that everybody loves because they sound like Nirvana and, you guessed it, throw out Tolkein references like they’re Led Zeppelin. They’re huge on college campuses, where students pass around live-recorded tapes of their supposedly-legendary performances all the time, gushing about how even the bass sounds, the peeling shrieks of guitars, the way the vocalist wavers between grumbles and ethereal, falsetto howls. They even gush about the lyrics and how they truly capture the experiences of Western youth in these first few years of the new decade: malaise, boredom, this sense that there is no great struggle for the future left for them, only an endless drowning in comfortable excess.

Will had even seen a girl with the band’s logo tattooed on her shoulder.

Which is…fine. He guesses.

If you like shitty music, that is.

See, that’s the fundamental problem here: Will likes doing these silly little reviews for live music around New York because half the time, the music is passably decent, and even if that doesn’t work, the lyrics can make up for it. There’s so much creativity in the air, and people are doing so much with it.

Not The Fellowship of the Ring, though.

Where everybody else sees innovation, Will sees reductivity; where everybody screams about the charm of the lyrics and the pop culture references they sneak in, Will sees a demeaning pandering to an audience. Every single time he has been subjected to the squawks and out-of-tune guitars of The Fellowship, he’s spent his time thinking he would be better off to save himself the time and just listen to Nirvana’s Nevermind for the millionth time, because that’s all The Fellowship’s trying to do, anyway, and at least then Will could listen to something good.

Yeah, Will hates The Fellowship of the Ring, and now he’s squeezing his temples so hard that the letters on the submission card are beginning to swim in his vision.

“Hey!”

Thankfully, Will is saved by his very friendly, incredibly good-looking neighbor in History of the American Constitution, Mike Wheeler.

“Hey!” he says, trying to gain back the energy that seeing The Fellowship’s submission card had unwittingly drained out of him.

And honestly, seeing that flash of Mike’s smile and how the fluorescents dance in his eyes, Will feels like he has enough energy to power the sun now, even if they are going to have to sit through yet another lecture about Article II–whatever the hell that means.

“What’s got you so down?” Mike asks, head tilted to the side, some of his hair tumbling into his eyes, and all Will wants to do is push it away–

But, no, he has to have a coherent conversation right now, so he shakes his head and tries his best to return Mike’s smile. “Oh, nothing…Just something for that zine I work on.”

“Oh, yeah!” Mike snaps his fingers, causing some of the buttons on his jacket to rattle together. He always wears a leather jacket no matter the weather or the rest of his attire, and today, paired with plaid pajama bottoms, held-together-by-duct-tape converse, and a baggy Care Bears shirt, it shouldn’t work, but in Will’s eyes, it does. “I think I saw one of those around! I wanted to grab a copy, but somebody else did before I could get to it.”

“I can bring you a copy of the next issue,” Will says, then, remembering the task at hand, groans and puts his head back in his hands. “That is, if I even survive it.”

“What, are they making you skip classes for it?”

“No, worse: they’re making me listen to a band I hate.”

Mike winces. “Yikes.”

“Yeah.”

“That sucks.”

“Right?”

“Can’t you just, like…push it off?”

“I did. For three semesters.” The professor wanders in with a mumbled greeting and a steaming cup of coffee in hand, and Will lowers his voice in anticipation of the lecture beginning. “That’s why I have to do it now.”

“Maybe it would help if somebody went with you?”

Despite having flirted with each other mercilessly all semester during this one shared class of theirs, they haven’t hung out much outside of it, so to be faced with the possibility of something that could potentially be labeled as a date between them is shocking. For a moment, Will can forget about the future torment awaiting him Thursday evening at The Purple Hall’s listening stage, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, having somebody to talk to over the drone of the lazily-played guitars could make the evening slightly more bearable.

“Yeah,” Will finally says, a grin stretching across his face. “Of course. Yeah, that’d be awesome!”

Mike returns the look twofold, and one of his legs begins to bounce. “Awesome! When is it?”

As the lecture begins, Will resorts to a torn piece of notebook paper, like he’s a kid passing notes in class again to survive the boredom. He scribbles The Purple Hall - Thursday 7 PM, then hands it to Mike, who responds with a quizzical look at the paper, scratches something out, and hands it back to Will.

The Purple Hall - Thursday 7 PM 6?

Will shoots him a thumbs up, prays it wasn’t too awkward, and then folds the sheet of paper up and sticks it in his pocket.

And if he carries it around there for the rest of the week, then that’s his business alone.

---

The pros: this is one of Will’s favorite music venues, there’s several bands to look forward to tonight, and Mike seems wholly invested in the idea of this being a date, if him leaning closer and the playful hand on Will’s knee mean anything.

The cons: Will has to listen to the fucking Fellowship of the Ring in approximately ten minutes.

He’s able to put the thoughts off for the first hour. After all, The Fellowship isn’t set to perform until 8–he and Mike had met at 6 as planned, and Will has spent the first hour and a half trying to be blissfully unaware of the torturous fate awaiting him.

Even as his skin begins to crawl at the thought of having to hear those plucky, out-of-tune guitars and the lead singer screeching about the Gulf War under the guise of Star Wars references, he does feel a little settled. Mike’s fingers are surprisingly warm, and the alcohol they’ve been nursing makes his chest glow with warmth. It’s easier to laugh, to be focused solely on Mike and these wonderful, looping conversations they’ve found themselves ensnared in.

“This one’s good!” Mike half-shouts over the drum solo of the current act, consisting of just a drummer and a bassist crooning over their heady rhythms. They’re called the Jazz Squares, or something like that. Whatever.

At least they’re not The Fellowship.

“The drink or the band?” Will queries. His own head’s spinning with the beer he’s been sipping on for the better part of an hour, and he already feels lightheaded, because he’s a lightweight, and Mike’s got something to do with these pulses of courage thumping in his chest, right?

“Both!” Mike takes another long sip from his Jolly-Rancher-blue mixer. Will had asked him what was in it earlier, and all Mike had responded with was Coconut-something and a whole lot of rum!

They’ve talked about so much already–their families, their majors, their hobbies. Mike comes here a lot, he reveals, and he mentions that he plays guitar, too. He keeps it a playful secret when Will asks for more information, though: how long have you played? Do you write, too? Are you in a band, because I could put you in the zine if you wanted–

It’s a surpriseee, Mike had drawled in response, a stupid grin twisting his mouth as his fingers had vacated Will’s knee momentarily just to ruffle through Will’s hair.

As the Jazz Squares’ set finally dies down to some spotty applause (this is more of an alternative scene, after all, but a gig is a gig), Will lets out a groan, melodramatically knocking his forehead into the table, and finally drags out his notebook.

“What’s that for?” Mike asks, eyebrows high on his forehead.

“For that review I have to do,” Will grumbles.

“But isn’t that act on in, like, two hours?”

Will blinks a couple of times. He supposes he hadn’t actually told Mike which group he was here for, but he thought the fact that he originally proposed a meet-up time of 7 would have communicated enough that it was somewhere around then. “Um, no? I didn’t say anything, I guess, but I think they’re up next.”

Mike’s fingers begin to nervously tap on what remains of his electric blue potion. As his and Will’s gazes snag together for several heady seconds, he purses his lips, then throws back the rest of his drink, swallowing the last of it in just a couple of gulps.

Will slowly draws his notebook out, flipping to the page he had specifically marked The Fellowship of the Ring with a disheartened, frighteningly life-like frowny face scrawled next to it. “Is something wrong?”

Mike drags his wrist across his mouth, smearing any remaining drops of blue onto his leather jacket’s sleeve. “So this band you hate that you have to review…It’s The Fellowship of the Ring?”

“Yeah.” Will taps the top of his paper. “I didn’t say anything, but…Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Um.”

Will quirks an eyebrow up. “I mean, do you like them? That’s fine, of course, I mean–people have different tastes and what-not. I’d just have to seriously question your judgment in all matters music-related, I guess.”

“Um,” Mike repeats, fingers now tapping a dangerously fast staccato against their bartop table. It makes the remaining beer in Will’s bottle slosh around. “Um…This is bad.”

“What? Are you a super fan or something?” Thanks to the alcohol, Will feels bold enough to scrunch his nose up with disgust. “I mean, fine, whatever. But seriously, if you want a second date, I’m gonna take you to a record store so you can hear some actually decent music. If you’re impressed by that fucking band’s reductive bullshit, you’ll be positively amazed by a group like The Clash or Smashing Pumpkins or–hell, even fucking U2–”

“Excuse me!” the MC calls over the mic; when the feedback whines, he takes a second to tap at the mic, then announces: “Calling everyone’s favorite up-and-coming group, The Fellowship of the Ring, for soundcheck–their set starts in five!”

The club erupts into raucous cheers. Will has to hide the involuntary groan of annoyance he lets out behind his hand.

Mike casts a nervous glance at Will, then pushes his chair out and looks like he’s going to walk away, the buttons on his jacket clicking together. He nearly trips over the saggy laces of his converse, and through the tears in his jeans, he almost looks like he’s shaking.

“Hey, wait!” Will says, reaching forward and grasping Mike’s wrist. It makes the other guy stop, a blush creeping up into his cheeks, and Will tries to push down his distaste for the band and lets out a sigh. “Listen, I’m sorry–I was being stupid. It’s just a band, after all. If you like them, that’s fine, and I will…” he swallows here, and it hurts, taking on this insurmountable task of trying to push his music-snob’s pride down. “I won’t make fun of you for it. I promise.”

Mike blinks a couple of times before a reassuring grin overtakes his features. “Uh…Nope. That’s okay, Will. It’s not for everyone. I wasn’t like…trying to run out on you or anything.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m still gonna be here.”

“Then why are you getting up?”

Mike points at the stage, where a drummer and bassist are setting up their instruments, their eyes scanning the room in search of their infamous guitarist and singer. “Didn’t you hear? We have soundcheck. The set starts in five.”

Will slowly nods. “Yeah. Then the next act starts, and I have to scratch down whatever notes I can think of for them, and then we can get back to our date.”

Mike stares at him for several seconds.

And then it all catches up with Will.

“Oh, shit–”

Mike’s grin turns into something playful, his eyebrows shooting up beneath his bangs. “Can’t wait to read your official review of my fucking band’s reductive bullshit!” he says with a two-fingered salute, then spins around to make his way to the stage. He’s bathed in the dim lighting of the stage, hunching over his guitar the second he straps it around his chest, and Will wonders how somebody who was brave enough to wander around in a leather jacket and a fucking Care Bears shirt and look that good could be involved in a band that’s just–

This bad, Will finishes for himself as Mike strums his first cord, its electricity shaking the walls of the club, and he begins yet another signature Fellowship song that’s nothing more than various John Hughes and horror movie quotes juxtaposed over warring drums and guitars.

Of course Will would be stupid enough to fall for the lead singer of his most-hated band in the greater New York City area.

[bteezxyewriter12]

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Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 9.5k

Includes- fluff, Daechwita practice Yoongi, oral, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, multiple orgasms

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Yoongi POV

The phone rings in my ear while I wait for her to pick up

It's early, 9 am

She loves sleep and she's a late sleeper

I hope she won't get mad at me for calling her so early

I'm looking at the sword I bought and I'm excited to use it

I just want her there with me

"Naekkeo!", she picks up, sounding happy, "Hi"

I can't help but smile

She's so adorable

"Hi jagi"

"What's up baby?"

I don't know why but I'm nervous about asking her to come with me to practice

I think it's because this time it's just going to be me

"Are you working today jagi?"

"Nope. Not today"

"Oh ok"

"Why naekkeo?"

"I uh, I have to go to practice and I wanted to know if you uh wanted to come? With me?"

I like when she comes to practice

I feel like I can do the choreography better with her there

And I love looking at her when we're dancing

It's so easier to act sexy when I'm looking at her

"Yeah baby! Of course I'll come. I love watching you dance"

"Ok jagi. Thanks"

"Yeah naekkeo. You want me to come get you?"

I think for a second

I wanna surprise her with the sword but I can hide it in a bag

"Yeah jagiya, if you want"

"Of course I want to Yoongi. I'm gonna get ready and I'll text you when I'm leaving ok?"

"Yeah jagi. Thanks"

"Sure Yoongi. See you soon"

"Ok bye jagi"

"Bye baby"

I hang up the phone and sit on my bed to wait for her

I'm so lucky I found her

She's my first serious girlfriend

I've dated other idols, a few makeup artists, all secretly of course, but it never last more than a month or two

Everyone wants to be with an idol until the realize what it entails and how limited our time really is

I basically gave up

The other guys were able to find girls who genuinely love them and want to be with them

And yeah, I was jealous but I got over it

I figured I'd find someone eventually

And I found the perfect girl

We met eight months ago when we did a fan meet

She was a staff member at the venue guiding us where to go and calling the ARMYS row by row

The second I saw her my mouth dropped

She is fucking gorgeous

Big deep dark brown eyes, beautiful smile, bright orange hair at the time

She's short and small, perfect for holding tightly and cuddling

And I had no clue that I liked tattoos and piercings on girls

She has a lot of small tattoos on her body except for one big one on her inner arm and the one on her back

She has what she said are dermal piercings, which I'm still not too sure what they are

But she has one by her right eye, two in each side of her collarbones, two in each side of her hips and three on the back of her neck

And they're fucking hot

My favorite tattoo on her is one she got a few months ago

I was on tour and she was missing me, so she got some lyrics from my song "So far away"

I was so surprised and I felt so honored that she got my lyrics tattooed on her

Everything about it is beautiful from the font to the decorations in the back ground

When I first saw her, I wanted to talk to her but I was scared and I was working myself up to approach her the entire fan meet

When the fan meet was done, she led us back to the dressing rooms, smiled at us, then turned to leave

I didn't want to let her get away so I stopped her and spoke to her for a few minutes

I don't know how I did it but we exchanged numbers

We talked for a month and hung out as friends a few times when I actually had free time

That last time we had hung out, I told her that I liked her a lot and asked her on a date

I remember I felt like I was going to piss my pants, that's how nervous I was

She agreed, I was able to secretly go out with her and from then we've been together

She is the perfect girl for me, it's like she was made just for me

She deals with my time consuming schedule and she never complains

Ever

If I have to cancel on her she just tells me it's ok and she'll see me when I can

She never gets mad

Even some of the guys girlfriend's still get mad occasionally, but not her

And she's understanding about keeping our relationship a secret from the public

She's always supportive, understanding and willing to help me with music and lyrics if I ask

She'll come with me to my studio and just stay with me while I work on music

She always excited to go to things like shoots, performances, practices, recordings

She's sweet and kind and so funny

She always makes me comfortable around her and she gives me just the right amount affection that would of been fine for me before her

But not any more

I find myself always wanting to touch her, always wanting to be more affectionate

But I stop myself because I don't know how much she's comfortable with

And honestly I've been more and more nervous around her

The reason is because I love her and I haven't told her yet

I'm terrified too

We've been together for seven months and I'm not sure if it's too soon to say it

But fuck, I fell in love so fast

By the second month together I knew

She's everything I could want and so much more

I'm just scared that I'm not good enough for her

I try to be there as much as I can but it's no where near as much as she's there for me

I know she's the one, the girl I want to spend my whole life with but I'm terrified I'm not that for her

I'm scared to lose her and I'm worried that if I tell her I love her that will happen

And she's younger than me

She's 23, what if she's not ready for everything to be serious?

I don't know what to do

My phone buzzes and I look at the text

"I'm here naekkeo!"

I smile as I text her, "Ok I'll be right there"

She sends me a thumbs up sign

Getting up, I grab a gym bag put the sword in with other clothes to hide it

Then I head for the door

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

J POV

Scrolling through Instagram, I sit in my car waiting for Yoongi to come out of the dorm

I hear a door close and I look up, seeing him walk to my car

Fuck me, he's fucking perfect

I still can't believe that Min, Yoongi is my boyfriend

I was just happy to see him in person when BTS came to my venue for their fan meet

I'm a huge ARMY but I managed to be calm around them

As staff we're not supposed to really interact with the idols

We're supposed to answer questions, direct them to bathroom or other rooms and guide them to where the fan meets are

So when he stopped me to talk to me I was over the moon

And when he asked for my number I almost died

I was so nervous hanging out with him but after the first few minutes I relaxed

He made me feel comfortable and he's just a genuinely amazing person

When he asked me out, I almost shit my pants

I was caught totally off guard but I immediately said yes

And we've had an amazing seven months together

At first I was really confused about why he'd pick me out of all the girls in the world but really soon into our relationship I stopped worrying about it

It's just the way he is, how he shows me his feelings for me are genuine

He talks to me everyday as much as he can and he tries to spend as much time with me as he can

Always asking me to go to practice with him, photo shoots, music video shoots, his studio

He comes to my apartment as much as he can

Yeah he cancels sometimes and other times he's really busy but I knew this when I agreed to be with him

And honestly it doesn't bother me

I know he's busy but he always makes up for it which I told him he doesn't have to do

If he can't see me because of his job then I'm not going to make him feel bad about it

It's not something he can control

I just love being with him so anytime we have together is special

"Hi naekkeo!", I smile when he opens the door and gets in the passenger seat

"Hi jagi", he smiles back

That's another thing that surprised me about him

How he automatically started calling me jagi

He's famous for saying he'd never call his girlfriend any couple names

He said he'd call them "hey you" but not with me

And he's a lot more affectionate than he said he'd be in other interviews

He has no problem holding my hand, hugging me, touching me, kissing me around the people who know we're together

Which are good surprises and I love it

He moves closer to me and I lean to him, our lips meeting in a soft kiss

Shiver run up my spine from his kiss

His kisses are amazing and I can never get enough

He smiles at me when we pull away and runs his fingers in my hair

It feels so good and I love when he does it when we nap because it puts me to sleep right away

I can't help but stare at him

His smile is so fucking beautiful and intoxicating

Its so hard to tear my eyes away from it

"You ok jagi?"

I snap out of it and smile

"Yeah baby. Here I got you coffee and food"

I hand him the coffee and bag

I stopped at Starbucks on the way and got his favorites

"Thank jagi. You're the best"

"Sure naekkeo. No problem. Ready?"

He nods, taking a bite of food

My god he's adorable

Turning my attention back to my car, I step on the clutch, put the e-break down and the car in first gear

I start driving, switching gears, heading for BigHit

Yoongi is quiet next to me and I glance over at him

He's watching me drive and biting his lip

Fuck me, his habit of biting his lip is my favorite

It's so fucking hot and turns me on so much

It's funny because I bite my lip a lot too and he says it's his favorite habit of mine

I've never noticed I did it until one day when we were at his studio and he told me to cut it out or he's going to have to fuck me right there

Needless to say I didn't stop and we ended up having sex for a long time

But I'm driving now and I can't fuck him

Bummer

Maybe later though

"Uh you ok baby?", I ask

"Yeah. Uh...it's just...."

"Just what? What's wrong?"

"You're just fucking sexy when you drive stick shift"

I laugh, "Really baby?"

"Fuck yeah. Not a lot of girls can drive stick shift and I'm glad my girl can"

Jesus

He always knows what to say to make me feel good

"Thanks baby but I'm not as hot as you are when you drive my car"

"Yeah right jagi"

"I am right. I'm glad you agree"

He laughs hard and the sound is music to my ears

He's so cute when he laughs like that

It's great to see him that happy

"Maybe you can drive my car back?", I ask

"Uh if you want me too. I'm still not that good at it"

I know

I'm teaching him to drive my car, a Subaru WRX, but he's been so busy so he hasn't had time to practice

"Of course I want you to baby. You need to start practicing again"

He nods, "Ok jagi"

A few minutes later, I pull into the parking lot, park the car and we get out

He immediately comes over to me and takes my hand, leading me to the building door

I'm a surprised he's holding my hand

He usually waits until we're in the building to show any affection

That way it looks like I'm a staff member driving one of the BTS members around

You never know when the media is around

He holds the door open for me so I can walk inside

I stand to the side, waiting for him to come in

He puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as we walk

I love the small touches he gives me, the little affection that I'm not sure he even knows he's doing

I love everything he does

I just love him

So much

I've never been in love before but Yoongi was so easy to fall for

And he's so easy to love

He's just the best person I've ever met

But I'm too scared to tell him

I don't know if he loves me and I don't want to hear if he doesn't

I don't know if he considers this relationship serious or not

So I decided to push the feelings away and just enjoy every second I can spend with him

We go inside the practice room and I notice that we're the only ones here

I follow him to the table where he puts his bag and the rest of his coffee down

"Uh where are the guys?"

"Oh they're not here."

I'm confused

"You said we're going to practice?"

He nods, "Yeah jagi. It's practice just for me."

I still don't understand

He's good at dancing and he picks up the choreography quick

Why would he need an extra or private lesson?

"I don't get it", I say

"Jo remember last week when you listened to D2?"

I nod

I remember

I was so excited when he told me he finished his mixtape and he wanted me to be the first one to listen to it

And it's amazing

All the songs are incredible, the lyrics, the music, just everything is top notch, perfect

But that's how Yoongi works

Everything he does is incredible

"So I uh picked the title song"

"Ok which one?"

"Daechwita"

"I love that song. Well I love all of them. But I love that song!", I exclaim

He laughs, looking at me, "You're so cute jagi"

I shrug, "I try"

"You don't have to try Jo, you just are"

I just smile at him

"So I'm going to shoot the music video and the director thought it'd be cool if I do a sword dance"

"A sword dance? Like you waving a sword around"

He nods, "Yeah kinda. I'm not too sure what it entails but this practice is to teach me the dance and let me practice"

"Huh. That's so cool baby"

That's amazing

I'm so glad he asked me to come

I know it's going to be so hot to see him with a sword and I can oogle him the whole time

"You think?"

"Of course Yoongi. And I know you're going to be so good at it."

"I hope so"

I snort, "Of course you're going to be amazing. Everything you do is amazing"

He looks shocked at my words

I don't know why

I'm telling the truth

"You....you really believe that?"

I tilt my head, wondering why he's asking that

I tell him all the time he's amazing and I'm proud of him

"Yeah baby. Of course I believe that"

He pulls me close to him in a tight hug

Laying my head against his chest, I hold on to him tightly too

"Thanks Jo"

"There's nothing to thank Yoongi. You're the best"

We stand, hugging each other for a few minutes before we pull away

I love being in his arms but he has to practice so I reluctantly let him go

"What sword are you going to use baby?"

He opens the bag he brought with him and pulls out a sword in a scabbard

My eyes widen

He had that in there?

He pulls the sword out and I gape

It's a hwando

"Holy shit Yoongi"

He smiles, "Yeah I bought it. A master craftsman made it"

"That is so fucking cool!"

Goddamn my boyfriend is such a bad ass

He laughs, "You wanna hold it?"

"Can I?", I gasp

"Of course jagi"

He hands me the hwando and I just gape at it

This is so dope

My boyfriend is so cool

I can't wait to see him swing this around

It's gonna be so hot and I'm so ready for it

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Yoongi POV

I can't help but laugh at her holding the hwando

Her mouth is open wide and she holds it up, looking at the blade

She's so supportive

I'm really floored that she thinks I'm amazing at everything

She really believes that and it makes me feel more confident

The way she looks at me sometimes, like I'm everything, blows my mind

With her by my side I can do anything

"When are you shooting the video?", she asks

"Thursday and Friday. I have today and tomorrow to practice"

"Wow so soon?"

I nod

I'm going to have to spend all day today practicing

I'm not delusional to expect her to stay all day but having her here for a little while is better than her not being here at all

"Jagi, I uh wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me for the rest of the week?"

"To practice and the shoot?"

I nod

She bites her lip, thinking

That habit drives me insane and I'm trying so hard not to get hard

I can't dance with a hard on

"I'm supposed to work the rest of the week baby"

"Oh", I say, a little disappointed

"I wish you would of told me sooner baby. Then I could of taken personal days and still get paid"

I should of asked sooner

I found out about the shoot over the weekend

I should of said something before

Now she can't come because if she doesn't she won't get paid

That's another thing about her

She won't take any money from me

She won't let me help pay for her bills or her rent or her phone

She doesn't let me buy her stuff and if I do she's appreciative but she scolds me

She doesn't want me spending my money on her

That's how I know she really cares about me

Not the money I have, not the fame, she wants me

That's always a fear when idols date

I knew the guys were afraid of that and I was a little bit but she showed me quickly that she doesn't want my money

I remember that day

We were in my studio

I was working on music and she was on her tablet

I took a break and sat with her, looking over at what she was doing

She was on amazon, adding things to her cart and telling me what she was buying

It came out to a lot and I told her I was going to pay for it

"Uh no you're not baby"

"Yeah jagi. I want to"

She shook her head, "No naekkeo. I have my own money. I don't need yours"

Needless to say I was speechless

She put her tablet down and faced me

"Naekkeo, I want you to know that I don't care about your money ok? I work and I have my own. I don't expect or want you to pay for things for me ok? Your money doesn't mean anything to me. It's you I want"

That blew my mind and she's been proving that to me all the time, without knowing it

Like today when she bought me Starbucks

She buys me stuff and spends her money on me instead of the other way around

When I tell her to stop, she just smiles, says ok and does it again

So we kinda have a thing where we buy each other things, scold each other and do it all over again

I don't care how expensive things are but I know she doesn't like it, so the things I buy her are things she can afford too

I save the big expensive things for special occasions

I want to tell her I'll give her money for what she would have made but I know she'll never agree to it

I guess I have to do the shoot without her

It's my own fault

I should of said something sooner

"But I'll just call in sick for the next three days", she says, taking out her cell phone

"Do uh, do you have anymore days left?"

She may not have any sick days left because she's called out for me to come to shows or events

The concept of sick days, personal days and vacations are so foreign to me

There's none of that for me

So she had to explain all that the first day she took a personal day for me

Ever since then I'd try my best to tell her in advance if I'd want her to come to something

"No but it's ok baby. Don't worry about it", she answers, putting her phone to her ear

"Jagi-"

"Shhhh", she smiles, then turns away from me while she talks on the phone

I finish my coffee and throw away the cup, waiting for her

"Thanks", she says, then she comes over to me, "All good Yoongi."

I hug her, "You're the best Jo"

I mean that one hundred percent

She does everything for me, always does everything she can to make me happy

I lucked out with her and I fucking know this

"Thank you jagi"

"Of course Yoongi. I'd do anything for you"

I kiss her forehead, looking down at her

"You know I'd do anything for you too right Jo?"

"Yeah Yoongi. I know baby", she says softly

Good

I'm glad she knows

I'd move the world for her, she is my everything

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J POV

A few more people come inside the room and Yoongi and I step away from each other

A man comes over to Yoongi and starts talking to him

I start to move away, planning to go sit on one of the chairs but Yoongi's hand shoots out and grabs mine

He keeps talking to the man but he laces his fingers with mine and pulls me to his side

I squeeze his hand to let him know I'm there

"So it won't be a long dance?", Yoongi is asking

"No but it's a lot of movement and swinging the sword"

Shit

That might hurt his shoulder

I'll just give him a massage later to help him feel better

"Who is this?", the guy asks, smiling

"My girlfriend. Joanne", Yoongi answers proudly

"Hi", he says

"Hi"

"Here to support your boyfriend?"

I nod, "Of course"

"That's really nice. Support is always good"

Yes it is

I'll always support Yoongi in anything he does

The door to the practice room opens and a camera crew comes in

I look at Yoongi confused

"They're filming this for a Bangtan Bomb", he tells me

Oh

I didn't know that

It's fine, I'm going to be out of the way anyway so I won't be filmed

"Ready Yoongi?", the instructor calls

"Yes"

Turning to me Yoongi says, "Where are you going to sit jagi?"

Looking around the room, I point to a spot across the room

"There. I can see you and be out of the way"

"Ok baby, I'll get you a chair"

I stop him, "It's ok baby, I'll just sit on the floor"

"But-"

"Shh, it's ok", I smile reassuringly

"Uh ok"

He leans down, giving me a soft kiss, then I go to my spot and sit

The instructor tells Yoongi to swing the sword around to get a feel of it

I get comfortable, watching my baby

He's so fucking beautiful, I can't handle it sometimes

I just can't believe that someone like him wants me

It's crazy but I'm not going to question it

I'm just always ridiculously happy all the time since we got together

He makes everything better

The instructor starts showing Yoongi some moves and Yoongi copies

"Pose like this and swing the sword up", the instructor instructs

"Like this?", Yoongi asks

"Yes bring it up and turn. Like this"

Yoongi follows what the instructor does

"Yeah, swing the back of the sword while pulling it back"

I watch Yoongi practice each part with the instructor telling him what to do

"Turn"

"Like this"

Yoongi does a turn and jump, swiping the sword in front of him and my mouth drops open

He learned that so fast

And he's so fucking hot doing it

He practices that move a few times and I can't take my eyes off him

Yoongi starts another move

He swipes the sword in front of him, then thrust the sword out, going on one leg and putting his other hand out

"Right. Stretch it out", the instructor says and Yoongi stretched his arm

"Then move it in front of you and back up"

He swings the sword in front of him, turns and swings it again

Then he faces away with his back to the instructor, bringing the sword against his neck and shoulders, running his hand down the blade as he does

Jesus christ, that's fucking sexy

I'm getting so turned on watching this

I need to stop

I can't be horny now

But he's just everything

The instructor talks to him more, while he leans the sword against his shoulder

Yoongi nods and speaks to the instructor

"Try again. Let me see"

Yoongi gets back to position and swings the sword up and around

"Not like that", the instructor says

He demonstrates and says, "Like this"

Yoongi nods, then does the move again

And again and again

Over and over until he does it perfectly

He's such a hard worker and it's amazing to watch him

"Put your right foot forward"

Yoongi follows the instructions and the instructor says, "Good then swipe"

He swipes the sword

"Good, let's back it up a little"

Yoongi is holding the sword out and he smiles as he scoots back

It's fucking adorable

Yoongi keeps practicing, swinging, swiping, trying to make it look like he was slicing the sword

I can see him get frustrated, looking over at me when he gets that way

I smile at him and nod encouragingly, giving him thumbs up and blowing him kisses

He smiles when he sees me doing these things and I think it focuses him and he keeps practicing

"You'll get used to it", the instructor says

They keep working over and over

It's amazing how he's not ready to stop

His endurance is crazy

"Bring it up diagonally, turn and bring it back"

Yoongi does what he says

"Good, take a break for a second. I want to show you something"

Yoongi, jogs over to the video camera and the instructor shows him something, talking to him

Yoongi nods, then puts the sword down

He pushes his hair back and fuck me, it's so sexy

When he showed up at my apartment with black hair and an undercut, I almost passed out

He's every girl's dream and I get him

I know so many girls are going to have a heart attack when they watch this Bangtan bomb

I'm having a heart attack sitting here and watching him

Yoongi asks the instructor something and he nods

Yoongi nods too then starts coming over to me

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Yoongi POV

I walk over to her, wondering what she's going to say about the practice so far

She stands up when I get closer and comes straight into my arms

"Naekkeo you did so good!", she squeals

"You think jagi? I messed up a lot"

She pulls away looking at me in disbelief

"Are you crazy? Of course you did good baby. Yeah you messed up but you kept practicing the move over and over until you got it perfectly."

I feel relieved that she thinks I did good

I tried to do good for her and I kinda wanted to show off

Maybe I can later

"And....", she trails off

I knew I messed up something

"And what jagi?"

"And...uh...fuck Yoongi you were so hot."

I raise my eyebrow at her, smirking

"Oh yeah baby?"

She nods, "Yeah Yoongi. You were fucking turning me on."

Oh shit yes!

This is what I wanted

I kept glancing over at her while I was practicing and almost every time she was biting her fucking lip, her eyes on me

"Yeah jagi?'

She nods

"Well jagi, everytime I looked at you you were biting that fucking lip", I growl, running my thumb on her bottom lip, "And you know what that fucking does to me"

Now she smirks at me, "No baby, I don't know"

She wants to play that game?

I can play it too

"You know baby, it's so hard to swing a sword when your fucking hard as a rock because you're girlfriend is so fucking hot and doing the one thing that drives you crazy"

She snorts, "Right baby because it's so easy to sit in soaked panties because your boyfriend is fucking swinging a sword around and is so sexy while he does it."

Fuck me, her panties are soaked?

God I want her so much

She looks right at me and bites her lip again

That's fucking it

I take her hand and drag her out of the room

We walk down the hall to an empty dressing room

"Get inside now", I demand

She smirks, biting her lip as she walks in

Fuck

I follow her in, close and lock the door, then grab her and shove her against the wall

“Bite your lip once more, I fucking dare you”, I growl

She lifts her eyes to me, raising one eyebrow

Then she pulls her lip to her mouth and bites

I immediately crash my lips to hers

Her tongue goes right into my mouth, her hands already pulling down my pants and boxers

"Excited baby girl?", I whisper in her ear, unzipping her jacket, shoving it off her

"Aren't you?", she asks, pulling my shirt up and off

"Excited for you? Always jagi", I answer

She smiles, then looks in my eyes as she slowly kneels down

She moves her hands up my legs, her lips on my lower stomach

I shiver from her kisses

They always feel good

She moves lower and lower, then I feel her tongue lick along my cock

"Fuck", I moan

She gets to my head, taking it in her mouth and sucking gently on me

Pleasure slaps my body hard and I can't stop them moans that comes out

"Good boy", she whispers, then takes more of me in, going half way

She moves her head back and forth, sucking and licking all over

I can't fucking think from the pleasure

"More baby, more", I beg

I want to be all in

She can do it and it doesn't bother her

But she likes to tease me, make me beg for it

And fuck it, I'll do it, no problem

"More what baby?", she asks then sucks on me again

"Fuck...pppp....please baby, I wanna go all inside your mouth. Please jagi"

She doesn't say anything, just moves forward more, getting me all in

I feel my cock hit the back of her throat and slide down more

"Oh God", I whimper

She starts sucking and moving back and forth again, the pleasure so intense

My cock keeps hitting the back of her throat, going in more every time she moves forward

Her throat is so fucking tight, I love it

"Swallow baby"

She listens and swallows on my cock

Her throat squeezes my cock so tightly, I gasp from how good it feels

She keeps her hands on my hips, holding me all in her throat swallowing over and over and over

She's driving me fucking insane

The next swallow, I thrust inside as much as I can

Which isn't much since she's holding me in

"Please baby, cccc...can I-"

She nods and moves back halfway

She keeps her mouth open and looks up at me

Goddamn she looks so fucking good on her knees, my cock in her mouth

She wants to please me and I can't wrap my head around that

She doesn't care about herself, she just wants me to feel good

I slide my fingers in her hair and she nods at me

I thrust in her mouth, going down her throat hard

And she just moans

Fucking hell, it always blows my mind that she likes this

I move faster, fucking her mouth while she swallows on me at the same time

It feels too fucking good and I'm done

"Fuck Joanne baby", I yell, holding her against me, all in as I cum down her throat

She swallows more and more, making my orgasm last longer

When I finish, she moves back but I feel her tongue on my head

I know what she's doing because she does this every time

She's licking the cum that's leaking

She loves my cum, telling me that all the time

It's fine because I love hers too

I can eat her out for hours

I kinda got her used to it and multiple orgasms from both oral and sex

So she can go a long time without being overstimulated

She can wear me out sometimes and I can last awhile

But I think it's more that were both so into each other

My sex drive hasn't been as high as it's been the entire time I've been with her

I just want her all the time

And since I'm so busy and can't spend all the time I want to with her, when we do see each other all we do is have sex

It sex, then nap, then sex, then eat or sometimes sex while we eat, then shower sex, then watching TV or a movie and having sex.

Multiple times a day

And the fact that her sex drive matches mine?

It's fucking heaven

Her licking is getting me hard again

"Jagi", I call, making her look up at me

I help her stand up and move her hair back, kissing her neck

"Yoongi", she sighs

I move my hand to her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly

When I get it open, I move down her neck, kissing her anywhere I can

She has on this tiny, hot see through lace bralette I think it's called

Whatever it is it looks so good on her

My lips land on one of her collarbone piercing

Fuck I love this

Running my tongue over it, I lick it, then suck on it

"Yoongi fuck"

I smile against her skin

Pushing the shirt off her, she lets it fall to the floor

Now I get on my knees, kissing her stomach, licking and sucking on her hip piercings leaving more hickies, while I undo her jeans

Pulling her jeans down, I take off her shoes and get her jeans off

Moving my hand I touch her through her panties

And fuck, she was right

She's drenched

And I'm fucking proud

Her panties are cute but they're in my way

I keep kissing her lower, "You're panties are pretty baby but they need to come off. Now"

"Fuck", she whimpers, while I pull them down and off

I pull her leg up, over my shoulder and fucking hell, she's so fucking wet, it's all over her thigh and running down her legs

Running my tongue on her inner thighs, I lick everything off her

God she tastes so fucking good

When I'm done, I slowly lick up her pussy

I feel her tremble against me, a soft moan coming from her

I fucking love her little sounds she makes

They turn me on so much

And I love when she screams, when she loses it, when she gives me control of her body

It's fucking everything

Every lick, I move my tongue a little faster, press a little harder on her

She gets so fucking drenched, it running on my face

I love it so much

Her hand slides right into my hair, grabbing hard and holding on

I know she loves my hair like this

An undercut is her favorite haircut on me

And blonde, mint and black are her favorite colors on me

When I came to her apartment the first time I changed it to this, I saw the way she looked at me

And man, she fucked me good the whole night

I swirl my tongue faster, sliding it in and out of her pussy

"Yes Yoongi", she moans

She's close

I know her body so well

The next slide inside makes her shake and pull my hair hard as she cums on my tongue

Her pussy clenches my tongue inside her and it sends shivers down my spine

I fucking love it so much

Swallowing her cum, I moan from how good she tastes

I almost couldn't believe it when I ate her out for the first time

I couldn't believe she was that good

But she is and she's my favorite thing to eat

Her leg is shaking and she's sliding down the wall

"No baby", I say, straightening her leg she's standing on, "I'm not done with you yet"

"Fuck Yoongi"

"You know you want more baby girl"

"Yes fuck yes"

"Good girl"

Immediately I suck her clit into my mouth, playing with it

"Fuck!", she yells

I know her favorite spots and sucking on her clit makes her cum fast

Right before she orgasms, I stop

"Baby!"

I snicker, licking her clit slowly, listening to her moans

It's one of the best sounds in the world

Her laugh is the other

"Yoongi", she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair

I pull away again right before she explodes

"Yoongi no", she whines

"Aww you know I like playing with you"

"Yeah baby but I want it", she protests

"Yeah baby?"

"Yes Yoongi, please baby"

I can never say no to her

For anything

I'm so whipped for her

Licking her clit slowly, I feel it throb against my tongue

Fucking hell that gets me so fucking hard

Closing my mouth on her, I suck her clit fast and hard

Her hand instantly fists my hair, her hips snapping into my mouth

The next suck makes her shout, releasing in my mouth and I swallow it all

"Again baby, again. Please baby lick me again"

I comply, licking up and down her pussy quickly

"Fuck my face", I demand, moving my tongue faster

Her hips move faster into me while she breathes hard

God I fucking love this

"Yoongi, Yoongi!", she cries, coming again

Her whole body shakes, her leg starting to give out

Holding her up, I lick up all her cum, then put her leg down

Standing up slowly, I drag kisses all up her body

When I'm standing, I press my body into hers, licking and kissing her neck

I know she feels my hard on against her pussy and she knows what I want

Slowly I pull the string that's tying her bralette, undoing it

Peeling it from her body, I drop it on the floor, cupping her breasts in my hands

I feel her hands squeeze my upper arms hard, groaning loudly

I pull away and move to the couch in the room, laying on it

"Come and ride me. I wanna see all of my beautiful baby", I ask

She smiles softly and nods, coming over to me and climbing on my lap

She leans over kissing my lips and I fall into the kiss

I love getting lost in her

It's the best feeling to just feel her, feel how much she wants me too

It's addicting

Her hand slides between us, holding my cock up

She pulls away, smiles at me and kisses my cheek, then sits up

She moves me under her, sinking down on my cock

"Oh fuck jagi", I moan, feeling her tight pussy open just enough for me to get in

"Yoongi", she cries, her body shaking, hands gripping my arms so hard as she gets me all in, "You feel so good"

"Not as good as you baby girl"

My god she feels incredible

So tight, hugging my cock perfectly and pulsing around me

So fucking wet and so fucking nice and warm

I honestly could stay in her all day

We stay like that for a minute just feeling each other

It's like this every time

It's like we have to feel each other before we start moving

I love this part because I feel close to her and we both get pleasure from it

"Rrr ready baby?", she whispers

I nod

I'm so ready

She slides up, then comes down hard

"Fuck baby girl", I moan, feeling pleasure hit me hard

She moves up and down, every time going faster and harder

I can't

The pleasure is fucking astounding

I've never had sex this fucking amazing before

I can't tear my eyes off her

The way she moves is mesmerizing

He head tilted back, her eyes closed, biting her fucking lip again, her hip moving as she bounces, her hands tightly on my arms

I don't fucking need porn

I can just watch her and she's so much more hotter than any porn I could watch

And she mine

That's the best part

There's no fucking way I can look away

While she moves, I can't help but touch her

I run my hands slowly down her body, just feeling her skin, feeling her muscles move as she does, looking at her body littered with all the hickies I give her

God she looks so fucking good with all my marks on her

"My jagi's so pretty", I murmur

"Mmm", she moans

I run my hands up her back

I love how her small body feels against my hands

"So pretty, so fucking sexy"

I'm so fucking in love, it's crazy

I never thought I could love anyone this much

Sitting up, I run kisses all over her body, loving how soft she feels against my lips

She keeps moving while I latch onto her nipple, sucking

"Fuck Yoongi. I can't baby. You feel too good"

"Then cum for me baby. Let me feel you"

I switch to her other nipple, running my fingers up her back softly

She gets so tight on me and I'm waiting in excitement

I love feeling her orgasm

It's the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

It's one of the reasons why I love sex with her so much

I get to feel her tight, wet pussy, while we fuck and then I get her orgasm

She gets to feel me and cum a lot

A win win

"Yoongi, baby", she cries, pressing her body close to me as she orgasms

She squeezes my cock so hard, clenching over and over again

"Good girl. Feels good baby?"

"Yyyy...yes Yoongi. You always feel so good for me", she praises

I try to be as good as I can for her, staying hard for her as long as I can, making sure I hit all the right spots for her

She's my baby, I want to please her

All the time, every time

When she finishes, I sit back and hold her hips

I bring her up my cock and slide her down, thrusting up into where I know her spot is when I bring her down

"Yoongi oh god!", she yells

"There baby?", I smirk

"Yes Yoongi. Again. Please baby again"

"Of course baby. I'll give you anything you want"

Moving her faster, I keep slamming up

And she screams with every slam, her hands squeezing my wrists so tightly

Her pussy is throbbing so fucking hard, making pleasure crash over me again and again

I love watching her breasts bounce hard, love watching how deep my cock goes that it pushes her stomach up with every thrust

She always takes me so deep and she actually loves it

It doesn't hurt her and I'm so glad

I never want to hurt her

I feel her getting ready and I move faster, pounding her spot

"Oh fuck Yoongi!", she cries, exploding again, releasing all over me, her body shaking in my hands

My eyes go down to us and I moan seeing her cream all over my cock

Her pretty pussy lips are sucking me back inside and more of her cum coats my cock when she moves back up

That alone can make me cum

But I push it back

She didn't cum as much as I want her to and I want more

When she finishes I ask, "Please fuck me jagi. Please"

She nods, immediately bouncing up and down my cock again

She slams down hard taking all of me in on her own

Goddamn she's so fucking sexy

She's breathing so hard, pleasure all over her face

Her body is glistening in sweat, her hair soaked with it

I sit up, running my tongue on her stomach, licking her sweat

"Tastes good baby", I smirk

"Oh my God Yoongi"

I lick her again, then lay back watching her

I move my hand to her clit and rub it in circles

He pussy instantly tightens on me

"Good girl. Throb harder baby. I know you can"

I keep playing with her clit and sure enough she pulsates harder, moaning loudly

"C'mon baby, I know you can be louder than that. I want to hear you scream when you cum"

I'm so fucked out right now, I don't care who hears us

She panting hard, her cunt holding my cock in a vice grip

"C'mon baby. Cmon", I urge her

I watch her thighs tremble and I increase the speed of my fingers

"Yoongi... Yoongi"

"Scream", I demand

"YOONGI! YOONGI!", she screams as loud as she can, coming

God seeing her whole body shake so hard because of the pleasure I'm giving her is amazing

Pleasure hits me hard as her pussy clamps down on my cock

I keep moving my fingers, giving her more pleasure

"Oh my God YOONGI!", she cries, orgasming again

"That's it baby girl. Keep coming baby girl. You're so pretty jagi. So beautiful", I praise her, pleasuring her

"Yoongi"

She cums for a third time in a row

I fucking love giving her multiple orgasms in a row

She doesn't get a break and she's in constant pleasure

"C'mon baby, you can do it again. I know you can"

She just screams loudly no words, her hands in her hair, exploding again

"There we go. Good girl, I knew you could do it. One more baby"

"Yoongi I...I can't..."

"Yes you can jagi. You've done it before. You can and you want it"

"I do Yoongi. I do"

"So gimme baby"

She slams down, my cock hitting her spot at the same time I rub her clit and she loses it screaming

Her back arches so much so that she starts falling back

She's in so much pleasure that she can't stop herself

I grab her immediately, fucking up into her

"I'm gonna cum baby"

"Yes. Yes. Yes", she cries

I move harder and faster in her, pleasure taking over

"Joanne, baby!", I scream, finally coming hard, filling her pussy with cum

She throbs hard on me, milking all the cum from my cock and it feels so fucking good

When I finish I relax on the couch, taking her with me

I don't want her to fall because of how exhausted she is

She lays on my chest and I push her sweaty hair from her face, kissing her forehead

She's breathing so hard and I'm a little nervous that she hasn't gotten her breath under control

"You ok jagi?"

She nods, "Tired"

I chuckle, "Did I actually tire you out this time?"

She lifts her head, looking at me, rolling her eyes

"That's only because we had to do everything in a short break baby. You know that if we had more time I'd tire you out and I'd still be ready to go more"

I laugh because it's true

"Yeah jagi, I know", I answer

"Good that you know", she smirks then lays her head back down

I run my fingers in her hair and take her hand, kissing her palm

I don't know what it is about her but I have to be touching her or I feel like I can't breathe

I never thought I'd be like this with anyone, but I like being this way with her

"You're so sweaty baby", she giggles

"Yeah baby. I'm always sweaty after we're together. You make me more sweaty than the hardest BTS choreography"

"I'll take that as a compliment", she says

"It is one", I reply

"Can we just stay like this for a little longer?"

Absolutely

I need a few minutes before I get up and go back to sword practicing

And I want to stay with her like this more

"Yeah jagi. We can"

She snuggles more into me and I just hold her

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I'm kneeling down with the sword, listening to the instructor as he tells me that I should do some cool poses for pictures during the dance

I nod

Joanne is back in her spot watching me and smiling

You'd think it'd be weird to have my girlfriend here watching

Like I'd be nervous or something but I'm not

It's better when she's here

I'm able to do all the moves right and then watch her smile at me and give me a thumbs up

I'm told that now we're gonna practice with music

Getting up, I go next to the instructor and the music for Daechwita starts playing

I'm whispering the words to myself, walking next to the instructor, sword against my shoulder

We do a few moves then he tells me something about moving my foot the right way

I'm so hot and sweating already

He has me practice the slice down with the sword a few times

The shutter of the camera is constantly going off as the camera man takes pictures

I keep going through the routine a few times, listening to the instructions that are called out to me

After awhile, we run through the whole choreography again with the music

After that, we stop

Putting the sword on the table, I move my fingers through my hair, getting it off my face

It's full of sweat and it's gross

I look over at her and she's already watching me, biting her lip

I smirk at her and her cheeks turn pink

I know she thinks I'm hot

I don't see it but as long as she thinks I am I'm good

I sit down and drink some water, then wave her over to me

She stands up and comes over

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her down next to me

"Watch the video with me?"

She nods, holding my hand tightly

I press the button on the tablet and the video starts playing of me practicing

"You're so good baby. You learned everything like right away", she praises as we watches

I smile loving the praise she gives me

"That is so hot", she says, pointing to the move where the sword is on my neck

"Yeah baby?"

"Oh yeah. So many ARMYS are going to be swooning"

"As long as you are, I'm good"

She snorts, "What do you think I was doing this whole time?"

"Yeah?", I ask, tucking her hair behind her ear

"Of course baby. You're very swoon worthy"

I laugh at how cute she is

When the video finishes, I sit back

It's good enough

Hopefully ARMYS will like it

"I'm gonna have to go do the outro, then I wanna practice more. Do you want to stay?"

"Yeah baby. I'll stay", she smiles

I pull her to me, kissing her softly

When I pull away, I notice the camera is still on us

"Don't put that in the Bangtan bomb", I joke

"Never. Not until you announced your relationship", the cameraman assures us

We both stand up and she kisses me on my cheek then goes back to where she was sitting

I quickly do the outro, thank the instructor and pick up my sword

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I finally decide to stop practicing after a few hours

I glance over to where she is

She's asleep

She using my bag as a pillow

I check my watch

10 pm

Shit it's late

I shouldn't have practiced so late

I have tomorrow to practice too

I should of paid attention to her too, noticed that she was getting tired

I go over to her and sit in front of her

I can't get over how beautiful she is

Seven months together and her beauty still astounds me everyday

Every time I look at her I can't believe she's real

And that she's mine

I got her

I'm the one she wanted

I thank whoever every single day that I have her

"Jagi", I call softly, rubbing her arm, "Jagi. Wake up baby. We're gonna go"

"Hmmm"

She opens her eyes slowly, lifting her head and looking at me

"What?"

"You feel asleep jagi."

She yawns, trying to sit up and I help her

"What uh what time is it?"

"Ten jagi"

"Oh. Aren't you tired baby?"

I smile

She's always worried about me

"A little jagi. I'm sorry I practiced for so long"

She shakes her head slowly, "No baby. It's ok. I know you have to practice baby. Don't worry about it"

"Thanks jagi"

"Am I driving you back to the dorm now?"

I was thinking about that

I don't want to be away from her

"Jo uh do you want to come stay over at the dorm for the rest of the week? I have to get up early to film the music video and if we're together it'll be easier"

Because I'm always busy or she has work, we don't spend the night together a lot

We've done it a few times and I want to do much more, but there's not that many opportunities

If I stay at her apartment, she has to wake up to let me out

If she stays at the dorm, she has to leave when I leave

"Oh. So you want me to say because it'll be easier to get where we're going?", she asks tiredly

Well that's one thing but it's not the main reason

"No jagi. I want you to come because I want to be with you. I love spending the night with you and this time it's perfect because we're getting up at the same time and going to the same place.", I explain

"So three days of sleeping with my boyfriend?", she smiles, "That will be a hell yes"

A huge smile burst on my face, "Ok jagi"

"I don't have anything though. No clothes or anything"

"I thought we could go to your apartment so you can get some stuff then go to the dorm"

"You just thought of everything", she teases

I smile shyly and nod

"Ok baby. Let's go"

I help her stand up, then grab my bag, putting the sword back in to it

I notice her yawning and leaning against the wall

She's still sleepy

"C'mon jagi", I say, going over to her

Bending down, I pick her up

"Yoongi!", she giggles, "What are you doing"

"My jagi's tired. I want to carry my baby girl"

"You don't have to baby"

"I want to so shush"

She giggles again

"Ok baby"

She puts her arms and legs around me, laying her head on my shoulder

As I walk to her car, I feel her giving me little kisses on my neck

God I love her

"I'll drive jagi", I say getting to the car

"Ok baby"

She hands me the keys as I put her down

We get in the car and I drive in the direction of her apartment

[frodo-with-glasses]

I can't remember if you've done this word yet, but if not, would you do "brother" for the word ask game, please?

Brother

Now, the obvious thing to do here is to talk about Boromir and Faramir. They are the most iconic pair of brothers in this story, even though we never get to see them share a scene together. Or, I could talk about Eowyn and Eomer and their relationship; how a brother relates to a sister and vice-versa. In fact, both of those things are so obvious…

…that I’m going to do neither of them! Instead, I’m gonna cheat and talk about why Brother by Kodaline is in my LotR playlist :-D

When we were young we were the ones The kings and queens, oh yeah we ruled the world We smoked cigarettes, man no regrets Wish I could relive every single word

We’ve taken different paths, traveled different roads I know we’ll always end up on the same one when we’re old And when you’re in the trenches and you’re under fire I will cover you

I’ve made it no secret that most of the songs in this playlist are there because of Frodo and Sam, but for this one, I see it as the anthem of all four main hobbits. The song opens with a nostalgic look back on the “good ol’ days”, to the unassuming beginning of deep relationships, which I think captures Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin quite well. Their friendships are galvanized in hardship, but they don’t begin there. They begin in the peace of the Shire.

I can imagine the four of them sitting in the garden on a warm summer evening, smoking pipeweed and shooting the breeze and laughing at each other’s jokes, young and carefree and completely unaware that they’re cultivating relationships that will endure distance and hardship and trauma and war. They will be separated—one to Rohan, one to Gondor, and two to Mordor. They will come under fire. They will endure pain and loss. But no matter what, they will always be there for each other.

If I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me And if you were drowned at sea I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe I’ve got you brother

Every now and then, the fit takes me to do a lyric comic for this song in the same way that I have for Right-Hand Man. I still don’t know what imagery I’d use for every line, but this chorus evokes two very clear scenes in my mind. The first is Frodo crawling up the slopes of Mount Doom: “If I was dying on my knees/You would be the one to rescue me”. And the second is Frodo pulling Sam up out of the River: “And if you were drowned at sea/I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe”.

I suppose that would have to be followed by the hug in the boat from the movies, wouldn’t it? “I’ve got you, brother/I’ve got you, brother…”

Oh brother we go deeper than The ink beneath the skin of our tattoos No we don’t share the same blood You’re my brother and I love you, that’s the truth

We’re living different lives, heaven only knows If we’ll make it back with all our fingers and our toes Five years, twenty years Coming back we’ll always be the same

Something I love about this song is how it covers both literal and figurative brotherhood in the same breath. The first verse seems to encapsulate sibling love—the kind of “I’ve been around you ever since I can remember, and as different as we are, I can’t imagine life without you in it”—but this verse touches on those people to whom we aren’t related by blood, but who are as good as family to us. “No we don’t share the same blood/You’re my brother and I love you, that’s the truth.”

There’s also an odd thing I really like when matching songs with characters, and that’s when the lyrics proclaim something I wish was true for the characters, but it isn’t, highlighting the tragedy of that reality. “Coming back we’ll always be the same”? No, that’s not what happened at all. All four of the hobbits came back changed; three of them for the better, mostly, but one utterly destroyed. They won’t always be the same. They all will change. The only thing that remains the same is their love for one another.

And if we hit on troubled waters I’ll be the one to keep you warm and safe And we’ll be caring each other Until we say goodbye on our dying day Because I’ve got you brother

Talk about another evocative line: listen to “we’ll be carrying each other”, and think about LotR, and try NOT to imagine Sam carrying Frodo up the side of Mount Doom. It’s basically impossible for me, and now you won’t be able to unsee it either.

In the end, I really like this song. It’s catchy, sincere, and hits the perfect sweet spot in the bromance part of my brain (which is like 85% of my brain at this point, let’s be honest). But I haven’t yet told you about the line that really turned this song from a “maybe” to a “MUST-HAVE” for my LotR playlist.

We’re living different lives, heaven only knows If we’ll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

Our fingers and our toes.

Frodo the Nine-Fingered, anyone?

WORD ASK GAME!

[lyriumsings]

oh damn I was just wondering if I should ask if you took oc questions and I saw a post about you wanting to talk about them. so. this is your sign: free pass tell me whatever you want about whoever you want. I’d like to know stuff about them (please. thank.)

This ask has literally been sitting here for like a year and I can’t stop thinking about my infamous mc so i’m gonna use this as a sort of preview introduction lol so anon if you’re out there im so sorry lmaooo and i absolutely love asks about my brain blorbos or anything really ngl i’ll probably copy and paste all this information to their Official Art ™️

Name: Octavia “Tavvi” Blackwater

Stage name: Tavvi

Pronouns: they/she

Sexuality: Bisexual

Band name: Beneath the Challenger (BTC). Octavia came up with the name and it’s basically a metaphor for them being super depressed lmao. It comes from the Challenger Deep which is the lowest point on earth beneath the Mariana’s trench.

Vocal Insp: donna missal (pinnacle voice bc for them tbh), The pretty reckless, the haunt

Music Insp: The Pretty Reckless, The Haunt, (for all of these bands i have very specific songs that i plug in as BTC’s lyrics lmao i have a playlist for them that i basically hc as their songs), Bad Omens (Just Pretend is SUCH a seven x mc song and i hc it as BTC’s best song), Mothica (VICES tho), and Honey Revenge! Here’s their playlist it grows everyday lmao

Fandom: Aquanauts. I hc that Maya figured out the bands meaning and picked based on that, Octavia genuinely loves it and finds it cute. And somehow the fact that the name makes sense to what the band name is makes them feel very seen and comforted tbh

Ep: Under the Water

Favorite unreleased single: The Slowest Heart (Which i actually took from Gilded Lily bc that song has heavy Octavia x Seven vibes) They have “the slowest heart” tattooed on there left rib age side boob area lol Although I feel like if she wrote it it’d be closer to the sped up version and a bit angrier mixed with hurt but the lyrics are perfect)

Romance: Seven’s ex. Still has his initials and doesn’t bother to cover it. And they are harboring a very blatant crush on Orion that if they’re being honest about started specifically because Orion seems pretty unattainable and they have no actual expectations of that fantasy becoming a reality (at least at first). Some cute stuff about them and seven tho: I hc fans called them Seven8 cuz Octavia means 8 or i guess Setavia works but Seven8 is so cute to me. And that seven had them in his phone as “8” and Octavia had him as “7 Ducky”

Some backstory:

Octavia is biracial her mom is white and her dad is black (specifically has afro indigenous roots but he was a foster kid so very estranged from these cultures) does not have a good relationship with their parents at all. Their parents didn’t really want kids? Sort of had Octavia because that’s what they were “supposed” to do next after getting married. Octavia is very much just an item checked off a list in a lot of ways regarding them. Very much the type of people who probably shouldn’t have had a kid not because they didn’t provide physically but they’re just emotionally nonexistent and incredibly dismissive lol. So yeah, so she had a very lonely childhood.

They did lots of ballet/contemporary dancing and soft ball which she does still actually enjoy as hobbies presently, but for the most part she’s obsessed with music and making music. They have a bat from highschool that they call “Lucky Lucy” where for two separate games in a row she hit nothing but home runs with it. Now, she takes it to every show and makes everybody touch Lucky Lucy before performing.

Octavia is obsessed with old hollywood glamour and old movies/shows from that era— most specifically Audrey Hempburn. They have several references/quotes from her tattooed on them: “never throw out anyone” is a partial quote from “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw anyone out.” that they have tattooed directly under their S.D. tattoo which is my favorite lol and another is “i was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.” probably on their opposite forearm from S.D. (There’s more but i gotta map them out.) They can do a transatlantic accent, and did so for many months as a teen to annoy their parents.

Lastly, romantic history: before Seven they had a girlfriend, Maria. Who was pretty much their polar opposite—very straight laced, serious, and structured but also incredibly sweet, polite, absolute wifey material—and honestly while she supported Octavia’s dream on a surface level she thought Octavia needed a more concrete plan for the future. They dated for about half of high school and split amicably when it became clear that Octavia wasn’t going to change/Octavia’s underlying feelings for Seven became a bit too obvious to ignore. They’re still in contact and friendly and Maria is married and has two kids.

Post Seven, Octavia had one serious relationship that was on and off for 8 months about a year after their initial split. It was bad. Incredibly toxic content warning type bad. Dean Clayton was the lead singer of another indie band Violet Vapors and was a general misogynistic piece of shit. It was a they just didn’t see the red flags until they were already in it type situation, bc no one advertises themself as a pos partner obvs. She doesn’t like to talk about it and borderline actively ignores it, but if they ever saw him again they’d probably take their bat to him tbh. Octavia is in a muuuuch better place now (comparatively speaking, which i mean the bar is in hell so do with that what ye will) still does drugs and drinks but it’s not nearly as bad as uhhh this era of their life.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: If I Were A Rich Man/Girl

This video was released on the 24th of July, 2021, and is the first guest feature of the amazingly-talented miss Ashley Diane, as well as Cesar's first video as an actual Voiceplay member! I'm not entirely sure how much I'll actually have to say about this video, but there was no doubt in my mind about me making a post for it, so let's dive right in!

A few things right off the bat:

1. It's cool how the screen "opens up" at the start of the video; I believe Voiceplay did the same thing or something similar with In The Air Tonight iirc (and both videos end with the screen "closing back up" as well)

2. Definitely a bit more of a creative video format for Voiceplay, with the completely-white setting and the cuts between different shots of the vocalists - it's not got choreography or any overly-complex direction (probably), sure, but it's not exactly a "everyone stays standing or sitting in one spot" video either. Shoutout to Layne, who was in charge of this video as well as the arrangement!)

3. Oh my god Geoff is wearing a shirt that isn't just black, white, or blue! 😂 (listen, I make fun of him because I love him, but also you know I kinda sorta have a point!)

(Bonus note: Layne and Tony are credited with costuming in the description, so clearly there was in fact some deliberate thought put into everyone's outfits)

Okay but for real, everybody is styling in this video! (Also one could argue that technically Geoff has the most "simplistic" outfit overall in this video (which wouldn't be for the first time), but I shan't hold it against him)

Also, related to the first image and not the one above, but I'm pretty sure Eli is wearing the same hat he wore in Bang!

Oh yeah and Geoff has a lot of lovely smiles in this video, so, y'know, I'm a fan 😁

(Also peep the bit of grey coming through on one side of his fringe/bangs <3 )

"Please" (SIR-!)

This is a very random thing to care about but whose hand is this? I thought it might be Ashley's, but no, she's got yellow manicured fingernails in this one (very cute btw) (oh and also her top is long-sleeved). It's not Cesar's hand, obviously, and I'm 95% sure it's not Geoff's hand (especially since there's nothing on the wrist. it could be Layne's hand, but does he still have that wrist tattoo on his right hand? So basically, either it's Eli's hand, or one of their behind-the-scenes helpers (Kathy maybe?)

Queen. Love her

(Also shoutout to both Eli and Layne for the lighting design on this one!)

I'm assuming these are all fake dollar bills? (Also how do you do shots like this? It looks very cool. A fan/blower? Someone dropping/throwing them down from above?)

Cesar: *Looking all cool and suave with the dollar bills*

Geoff: Ooooo money! :0 :D (turn your brightness all the way up!)

(I love him)

Go off, Eli! (I like his outfit too!)

Get it, Cesar 💅

🤔

Crazy how lighting colouration can alter the perceived colours of things. Ashley's top doesn't look yellow at all here!

"what?" (girl you know dang well what!)

(I knew this moment would be worth at least a couple of screencaps and it did not disappoint! 😁)

Honestly between Ashley and Geoff in this video, serving Looks (different kinds, though both as powerful), and vocals, well, if I wasn't bi already...

And that's the video! Certainly not a standard Voiceplay video, but frankly does VP even have a "standard" these days? Their music videos can be literally anything, near impossible to predict. Also, this is a killer arrangement from Layne, and one so dang complex that even though I've by and large mastered the lyrics, this is one of the few where I've been trying to memorise the arrangement, but there are bits I forget or can't replicate the right way (not that I can go as high as Ashley can (that freaking riff! girl!) and definitely not as low as Geoff, but y'know). Stay tuned for my next Voiceplay Visuals post! It's probably gonna be a big one!

[taylortruther]

Alright this is gonna be wordy and a little all over the place but I love seven so much I will never pass an opportunity to talk about it (this is the first anon, btw)

first, I love anything piano based (my fav insturment <3) and I'm also a big fan of Taylor's head voice.

I think seven is the most unique song she's ever written. In terms of production, lyrics, storytelling and the subject of the song. She's never written anything remotely like this and probably never will. I don't think I've heard anything like it from any other artist as well. The song has a certain type of wisdom in it that everyone knows but few can articulate so beautifully.

I love the fact the production sounds like summer. I wish I had more knowledge in music to properly explain it, but something about that piano-based upbeat melody really takes you back in time to your first summer vacation from school.

I'm a big fan of words, storytelling and poetry so the main reason I love it so much is the lyrics

The "please picture me in the trees" to "please picture me in the weeds"

"I hit my peak at seven" and the little pause before "feet in the swing" because it's both literal and metaphorical. She swung so high she reached seven feet (obviously not really, but she was a kid and they only speak with hyperboles), but she also peaked emotionally at that age - she was the freest she's ever been, a ferocious child not bound by expectations and social norms and voices that implore she should be doing more. Everything in this sing is both literal and metaphorical.

I am so in love with the lyric "are there still beautiful things?" I want to tattoo it. I feel like this lyrics is the thesis of The Catcher In The Rye and I enjoyed the book and I love it when works of literature parallel. It's one of the most relatable lines she's written becasuse are there still beautiful things? Is there anything beautiful in adulthood? Is there still beauty in the world when you can no longer swing so high you fly above your hometown, or when you realize that fairytales and prince charming don't exist? When your life expand beyond the simplicity of drinking sweet tea and braiding your friend's hair, could you ever find this simple, unfiltered joy again?

I have a tattoo referencing "I love you to the moon and to saturn" it's just a very wholesome lyric.

I think knowing Taylor and what she's being through helps appericate this song more because "I used to scream ferociously anytime I wanted" hits different when it comes from the woman who had to sit quietly and politely, and be a good girl as people made jokes on her expense. It's also something she talks about in Marjorie, "Never be so polite, you forget your power / Never wield such power, you forget to be polite" I love the way this part of the song is phrased, the fact it's both "please picture me running through the fields as a child" and "when I was a child I could throw a tantrum in the grocery store". (I just love when Taylor does this, like with the line "your hometown skeptics called it - champagne probelms" it tickles something in my brain). She wants to be remembered in her freest form, rather than what she was forced to grow up into.

And then, obviously, there is the verse discussing child abuse. I know that spoke to many people and I find it beautiful.

I love that even this story within the song helps demonstrate her naïvete. She was so young, she couldn't fathom the idea that a father could be cruel to their child, she had to find another reason and the most logical one was ghosts. And that brings me back to "are there still beautiful things?" because when she was a child the thing that bothered her the most was whether snow white's house is near or far away, and now the questions she asks herself are more like "will I survive this?" "Would they believe me if I come forward?" "Will it be ok?" There is no going back once you learn and experience these kind of things.

I'm obsessed with "I think you should come live with me and we could be pirates, then you won't have to cry" because a. I love pirates and b. It's just so adorable! This lyric makes me wanna eat drywall.

I also really love "though I can recall your face, I still got love for you // just like a folk song, our live will be passed on" It's been so long since she's seen her friend she doesn't actually remember them but this love is still deep inside her and it's passed down onto everything, it's in the sky and in the trees and in the sun. It's the kind of love that never fades. I especially like when she sings "and just like a folk song, out love will be passed on" because I really love the way she sings it.

I've had a blast writing this lol

and i had a blast reading it! thank you so much for sharing, you articulated all of this very beautifully and i think captured why so many fans love it. hugs to you anon :*

[noahkahanbrainrot]

We'll All Be Here Forever review

I feel like I need to talk about this, and now that it's been out for almost a month I have to.

This deluxe both crushed my soul and made it whole in ways I wish I could explain. The songs made me feel heard about things in the deepest corners of my mind, and made me feel so much less alone in daily struggles.

I'm gonna break down my opinions of every song from the deluxe that wasn't included on the original Stick Season.

Your Needs, My Needs - This song broke my heart. "Who was I to watch you wilt?" is one of the most beautiful lyrics I think I have ever heard. Once it gets to the "Zoloft, Subtle Change" I absolutely lose it. The vocals are beautiful and the lyrics are superb.

Dial Drunk- A BOP. First off I feel like this is the stay toxic anthem of the year. From start to finish it is SO catchy! The chorus hits home too. "I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know." Like, I feel that. The bridge also is so well written, the story telling is incredible and it's easy to dance alone in the kitchen to.

Paul Revere - While it's hard to rank the songs. This may be my favorite of the deluxe songs. The story of the ghost of a hometown, saying you're "not from around here." Leaving so early in the morning you're not seen, but still having your heart in the place you once called home. It hits me right in the chest, because it's the same feelings I have when I go back to my hometown. It feels like a shell but it's still home. I don't feel like I'm from there anymore, but my heart is still there to an extent. The sound of this song is also so nice, it's so soothing, it conveys the emotions beautifully. "If I could leave I would've already left" made me sob the first time I heard it.

No Complaints- This is my sobbing anthem. i genuinely cannot handle the outpouring of emotions, this song is beautiful. A work of art. "Now the weight of the world aint so bad" is a quote I need tattooed. Also, as someone who just got back on medicine for my mental health, "fill the hole in my head with prescription medication" really hit how i've been feeling about that. The tempo is perfect, the build ups are beautiful, and the lyrics are so expressive. Also, his vocals on this track absolutely melt me. Yes Noah, please.

Call Your Mom - I'm getting a tattoo of a quote of this song next week, so I feel a little bias. This song made me feel so heard. It made me feel so much less alone. "All lights turned off can be turned on," absolutely made me feel like I was going to be okay. It is so hard to explain how it feels to be in a mental health low/crisis. But I feel like this song captures it perfectly. I'm getting "Give yourself a reason" tattooed because it helped me realize that it's my responsibility to get myself better, and that's okay.

You're Gonna Go Far - I absolutely love this song. I love the POV of support for someone bettering themselves by leaving. Once again I think Noah's voice is absolutely incredible in this one, the Falsetto in this is absolutely heavenly. "We'll all be here forever, sure will." I love that. "Who the hell likes living just to die" also hits because sometimes it feels like that's all I do, and it reminds me to get out there!

TVBTV(Extended) - When I tell you I ugly cried. I lost it once it hit the voice overs. I was so not okay, sitting in my living room just bawling. The last lines he added to the song I feel like made it. I was obsessed and have listened to it probably 500 times since the release. It absolutely melts me.

Over all I loved this release, I genuinely felt like it was worth the wait. Noah continues to bring beautiful songs of absolutely incredible quality. I cannot wait to see what he does next, and will be enjoying every single song he has until then!

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[lalazeewrites]

tag game tuesday

ahhh thank you for the tag @energievie @stocious @whatwouldmickeydo @ian-galagher @juliakayyy @liamgallaghers 🥰✨

tea, coffee, or soda? coffee coffee coffee; former barista both in the usa and then in glasgow city's busiest starbucks. the coffee runs deep ☕️✨

dogs or cats? sob idk. i've had so many of both in my life. cats 🐈‍⬛

can you play an instrument? clarinet, bass clarinet, tenor sax 🎷

what’s your sun sign? i'm sun, mars, and mercury in cancer 🦀 (but the moon leo and rising sag keep me excessively spicy and obnoxious 🔥)

first song lyrics that pop into your head? "i've been around long enough to know you can't trust a man" - daytona sand by orville peck ❤️‍🩹

do you have any tattoos? i have three and had to cancel an appt last saturday for 2x tattoos in a sitting 'cause my back is still fucked. they were gonna be a clueless tattoo and a spice girls tattoo 💅🏻

favorite place you’ve traveled? isle of skye in scotland 🌄

what’s the last movie you watched? i had a watch party with my friends for [REC] (original Spanish version), my favorite zombie movie. it was so fun to hear everyone's reactions hehe 🩸

what languages do you speak? latvian is my first language and what my family speaks at home, but i'm not very proficient writing it. english, and then, i wouldn't starve and die in germany after taking 6yrs of german 😬

do you have any hobbies? aside from obvious reading and writing. karaoke! i used to be in musical theater from 4-18, so performing in any kind of way is important to me. singing w/my friends who play guitar. collecting horror movies, reading horror books. cooking! camping! hiking! photography! 🎤

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? oh gosh. . . if i only had a single hour, i'd want to spend it with someone super fun, 'cause i'm a good-time kinda gal, so maybe jim kirk LOL 💫

compliment yourself: kids love me and i love them 🥹

Tagging: @diemarysues @majjale @cheshirecaine @stroodlenoodles @ariesbilly @dragonflylady77

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

a tattoo of his initials and a crown sounds cute. you already have a crescent moon tattoo behind your left ear by your H.A. but it’s pretty small. you’re excited to get your second tattoo especially when it’s dedicated to your fiancé and once he finishes describing the details of your tattoo and finally get an idea on what you want his tattoo to be and where. “i finally got an idea!” you cheer “but i want to share it with the artist. i don’t want him to find out” and now jungkook is definitely curious as to what you’re gonna have tatted on his body.

“just sit right here and i’ll get an artist for you, okay?” says the receptionist and the two of you do as she says but luckily the wait isn’t too long. within the next 5-8 minutes you both are in a room and you are the first who gets their tattoo.

“i’m nervous” you whine but both your fiancé and the tattoo artist reassures you that you’ll be alright. the artist cleans his needle and once jungkook shares the idea of your tattoo, he makes it come to life.

the crown is detailed beautifully, small yet visible and the pain is definitely a 8 out of ten so throughout the process, you’re squeezing tightly on jungkook’s hand and wincing. “don’t worry, i’m almost done” he says and for the next four hours, he finishes the tattoo on your neck.

you immediately run to the mirror to take a look and you’re immediately in love with how it turned out and so is jungkook. you’re sure he’s gonna be kissing all over you when it heals. you can’t believe you really got his initials on your neck in permanent ink but you kind of like it.

(here’s her tattoo: https://bodyartguru.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Tiny-Crown-Tattoo-Design-on-Rear-Temporal-Bone.jpg)

it’s jungkook’s turn now and you whisper in the man’s ear on what and how you want the tattoo to look like. “can you put it in this blank space right here on his forearm?” you say and the artists takes a moment to think before he nods his head and says he can make it work.

“i can put it here on his wrist. he’s got enough space right here to fit it”

“ouu! yes! yes! do that. jungkook, you’re gonna love it!”

the artist cleans his needle and gets to work on the idea you gave him. jungkook is clueless on what you’re gonna have tatted on him but he trusts you. the process is pretty long, the sketching, tracing, shading. it takes awhile for him to finish it up but after 6 to 7 long hours, the tattoo is finished and jungkook is in complete awe of how well it turned out.

it’s your favorite movie but instead of it being rapunzel and eugene in the boat, rapunzel is shaped to be you and eugene is shaped to be him. the words in cursive read: all at once, everything is different. now that i see you.

(here’s his tattoo: https://www.instagram.com/p/CVZ3GAKKYry/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)

“what do you think? do you like it?”

(so y/n’s tattoo is the crown, heart, and his initials on the bottom. it’s still a little small. JK’s looks exactly like that on his right arm with his sleeve but like…around his wrist area? there is a blank space on his right arm so i thought the tattoo would fit there. instead of the lyrics in the photo is says the ones stated above. hopefully you like em!! 😁)

To be really honest? He is in awe. He loves the tattoo so much because it is so painfully you. Whenever he will look at it, he will just remember you.

It’s perfect, and worth every bit of the pain he had to endure in the seven hours, “yn this tattoo is my most favorite tattoo on my body I think.” And that is the truth because he has a lot of tattoos on his body with this one is the most special one for him.

Jungkook looks at you as the tattoo artist excuses himself so you could have a little privacy, he pulls you in for a deep kiss. And then he Gives you a huge smile. “ I never thought that I would have a scene from Rapunzel tattooed on my body… it’s absolutely perfect.” And the favorite thing about his tattoo is the quote and the way Eugene and Rapunzel are representing him and you.

It just makes him really happy to see you, squealing and jumping up and down from happiness like this and it makes him think that he could get a 1000 tattoos like this just to see you react this way.

Both of you have done a fantastic job with your tattoos, even though his was a little simpler, but he always wanted his initials on your body.

“Should we leave? And have dinner somewhere? Or Would you like some takeout so we can just go home straight away after picking up jaemin?” Jungkook says after your you’re both at the checkout doing the payment.

It’s almost midnight. It’s gotten a little chilly. But the weather just feels so romantic tonight. “This is the best experience of my life..” he whispers to himself as you both get in the car after exiting the tattoo parlor.

And you offered to this time because he just got a tattoo on his arm, so he lets you. “So… when should we hold the engagement announcement party?!” He asks you and it almost distracts him because you look so hot all focused on the road ahead of you.

“we can invite everyone I mean everyone, and then you can start shopping for the wedding.” He hopes that you know what or who he means by everyone.

He’s talking about namjoon.

[seeabout-afterdark09]

Unthinkable

Unthinkable (I'm Ready Remix)

Alicia Keys ft. Drake (May 28, 2010)

Does this song really need an introduction? By now, even the most casual Drake and Nicki fan knows why this song means so much to the both of them. In his early years at Young Money, Drake began writing for other artists and writing with other artists like the famous r&b singer Alicia Keys. This passionate, emotional, romantic ballad is based off of the theme of forbidden love. The song is about the desire to venture out into the unknown and to try something new. While Drake co-wrote this song with Alicia, he authored the majority of the lyrics himself citing his inspiration being his labelmate Nicki Minaj, and Swizz Beats newfound relationship with Alicia Keys. In an article published by MTV from his interview with BET Drake recounts, "It is [about Minaj], I'm not gonna lie," Drake said. "The concept came from a conversation that we had, or conversations we have. I wrote it based off two things: Number one, based off that, and then two, based off Alicia and Swizz and their situation, and it just seemed fitting. It was like the perfect concept." Something important to remember is that Drake wasn't joking; he was being 100% serious. But at the time, reporters sort of laughed off any notion that Drake had serious feelings for Nicki. They were both coming up through Young Money with the guidance of Lil Wayne and people thought that it was just for publicity. Even Nicki herself didn't believe that Drake truly loved her "in that way" because it was all so new to her. Back then, Nicki was with her then longtime boyfriend Safaree Samuels and with all of the turbulence happening within their relationship, Nicki didn't really have time to sit and really soak in what it would mean for a guy like Drake to truly love her. His nickname back then was "Heartbreak Drake", he was known for turning girls on with his lyrics, partying, and he was becoming a bigger player with the lady's day by day as his fame grew. If you're Nicki in this situation, having only known this guy for almost two years at this point — would you take Drake's declaration of love seriously? It's honestly a lot to take in. But it's real. All of it is real.

Because Drake was on the remixed version of Unthinkable, I decided to breakdown this version instead of the original. In verse one Drake opens with, "Ugh, Tez keeps tellin' me he just turned 30/Havin' dreams of bein' single forever, he's gettin' worried/And I'm scared too, 'cause I'm in the same boat." This lyric alone is kind of insane when you think about all of the foreshadowing this would later have over his love life. Drake raps some more and says, "I need you to rescue me from my destiny." This word destiny is massively significant in understanding the way Drake feels about Nicki. You can call it love at first sight, but Drake believes that Nicki is his destiny; seriously. So, hearing him rap about it in Unthinkable as a thing Nicki needs to pull him away from is very insightful on how doubtful he was at the time of ever settling down. Let me emphasize; Drake was (and still is to a degree) a massive player. He thought that his destiny was to be alone forever, and he wants Nicki to save him from that. At the end of his first verse he solemnly says, "Or we can roll around the city 'til you finally decide/I've got more than a thing for you, tattoo and an ink for you/Right over my heart, girl, I'll do the unthinkable." Drake right here is speaking on patience. Having to be patient, and willingly allowing the woman he desires all the time in the world until she's ready to open up to him in the way he desires. This feeling of longing and waiting until this woman (Nicki) is ready, is going to permeate the majority of his future love songs from here on out. That word "patience" becomes one of the many calling cards in future Drake songs when he's speaking on Nicki. Remember that.

In the second verse Alicia sings, "Moment of honesty/Someone's gotta take the lead tonight." This lyric is about trust and the desire to foster trust between two parties. This "moment of honesty" is like being put on the spot. You have two people in a room that are scared to move towards each other because they're afraid of the unknown (the unthinkable in this case). As much as this can be relatable for Drake, interestingly enough, one of the reasons why I feel like Nicki loved this song so much before Drake told her that he wrote it about her was because Nicki felt a bit scared of her own feelings. She saw Drake as a brother figure in the beginning but eventually....things changed. And things didn't just change overnight, these feelings that had been bubbling within her for Aubrey were being suppressed. She didn't want to take the lead, couldn't take the lead because she didn't understand the depth of Drake's feelings and because she was dating Safaree. So, if Nicki wasn't going to take that step, then Drake would.

In the pre-chorus Alicia sings as Drake echoes, "You give me a feelin' that I've never felt before," and then they end it with, "It's becoming somethin' that's impossible to ignore/And I can't take it." This of course speaks to Drake's rapidly growing crush and obsession with Nicki. I use the word obsession intentionally. His feelings are even becoming too intense for him to manage by himself. He's thinking about her more, fantasizing about her more. But even though he can't have her, he can't deny his feelings. Quick visual proof of this would literally be any video of Nicki and Drake performing together; they just can't keep their hands off of each other (Drake especially).

At the end of the last pre-chorus Alicia and Drake both sing, "It's becoming somethin' that's impossible to ignore/It is what we make it." This is Drake once again putting the decision at Nicki's feet. He doesn't want to rush her or push her, but he's letting her know that they could have something magical if she'd like to take that chance. As Drake would say in many songs going forward, "it's your world."

I honestly love this song so much and the history behind it just makes it ten times more special to me. In the same vein that English teachers are required to have their students' read literature by Shakespeare and other great writers, I feel like Unthinkable should be required listening for every dricki shipper. It's so important because Unthinkable is really the foundation for understanding the way Drake hints and talks about Nicki in his future songs.

[jungkxook]

—stay. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: popstar!jungkook x groupie!reader + smut / sprinkle of angst and fluff

⟶ words: 8,083

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you but the fact that you’re sleeping with two of his band mates too makes things a tad bit complicated.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, slight dom themes, oral sex, finger sucking oops, boob fondling, hair pulling ft. jungkook’s undercut, doggy style, missionary, thigh riding, spitting, jealous kook!!, unprotected sex, kind of slight possessive themes? but also just general sweetness tbh 

⟶ disclaimer: my time jungkook still has me in my feels! also, this is a repost of an old fic on an old blog.

“Stay with me?”

Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. It’s just that, lying there with you on the hotel room bed, there’s no other place he’d rather be ━ and there’s no one else he’d rather experience the moment with than you. Legs tangled together on top of the duvet with your fingers tracing circles onto his bare chest, Jungkook swears he’s in love with you ━ only, you’re not his to have. 

“I have to go,” You pout, though your fingers continue drawing constellations on his skin, treading down his arm and over the tattoos that adorn him. You’re focusing now on the lily on his forearm, around and around, sending his head spiralling. “Promised my friends we could hang out today. Besides, don’t you have Mina or Nina━” You wave your hand in the air to dismiss the thought━ “coming over soon?”

“Who?” It takes him a moment to even remember who you’re talking about. Truthfully, he hasn’t seen that girl in well over six months but he’d never tell you that. In fact, he hasn’t been seeing anyone else other than you but he would definitely never tell you that. “Oh, yeah. Well, I think she’s coming over later tonight.”

“Well━” You trail off, and Jungkook knows it’s because you’re stalling. You want to stay, and he knows it well enough, but every question you ask him is just meant to further reassure you that it’s okay if you stay. That he wants you to. “Aren’t you busy with work today before the second show?”

Jungkook shrugs. “We still have lots of time before the day starts.”

You shake your head at him but he knows he ultimately wins out when you start to smile to yourself. You prop yourself up beside him and he has to admire momentarily how you’ve never been timid in front of him when you’re naked. His hand reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek and you smile down at him. But then something seems to dawn on him that he can’t believe he foolishly hadn’t thought of first. 

“Unless… Unless you need to see one of them soon.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung or Namjoon.” It takes all he can muster to say their names without a trace of bitterness. He lifts himself up on his elbow. “Are you still seeing them?”

You shrug innocently. Sitting up a little straighter, you brush his hand away and fidget with your hair. “Would it matter if I was?”

Yes, he wants to scream but he refrains. “No. I just━” he stops. “Just curious. Is that what you meant by work then? You have to go see Tae or something right after me? ”

“No, you prick.” He’s relieved you giggle at him, fingers poking at his chest despite the fact that he was mentally cursing himself for being a dick the minute the words left his mouth. “Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of sex. Friends, too.”

“I know, I know,” he says sheepishly. “Sorry, I━ I know. You said you wanted to go shopping downtown before the show tonight, right? One of your friends ━ Dahyun ━ goes to school in the next city over and she’s taking the day off to see you. I do listen when you talk, y’know?”

He doesn’t miss the warm smile that spreads across your face. You finally return to him, kissing him slow and steadily. In the meantime, he flips you over onto your back and then parts from you much to your dismay. He’s nestled himself between your legs in an instant, kissing up your thigh and sending shivers down your spin. Your hand flies down to twine your fingers in his hair, now much longer than usual.

“I guess I could stay a little longer, if you’d want me to,” You say. 

“I do.”

He wastes no time in swiping his tongue at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. You’re already mewling with delight. That’s all it ever is with the two of you. Sex and more sex. And while Jungkook isn’t complaining, he sure does wish he could just have more of you. Jungkook burrows a little deeper, his nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out. 

“Morning sex does sound nice,” You manage to say, breath shaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps against you. “It does, doesn’t it?”

Your thighs are already threatening to squeeze shut around his head, fingers tightening in their hold. His own hands find purchase on your waist, stretching outward to hold on to you, and nothing can break you both apart. Not even the muffled sound of rapid knocking on the front door of the too grand hotel room. At least, not the first two times. On the third time when it’s followed by the sound of Jungkook’s manager irritably calling out through the flimsy wood panel, does Jungkook groan into your cunt and poke his head upward, craning his neck to look over his shoulder as his manager’s voice carries infuriatingly loudly to you both once again. 

“Get up already, will you? We’ve got several business meetings to conduct today and we haven’t got time for you to sleep off a hangover or whatever it is you’re doing━”

“Gimme ‘til noon!” Jungkook asserts gruffly. He settles himself back between your thighs, and you surely don’t miss the devious way he smirks just before burrowing his head into your heat. There’s an inaudible sound that he makes, that you and certainly his manager can distinguish as being, “I’m too busy right now.”

Busy is an understatement, pointedly made clear when his tongue delves into you, lapping at your leaking wetness as if he were terribly quenched and only you could save him. You don’t think Jungkook taking his morning to eat you out is a good enough excuse that will run over well with his manager later in the day, but it drives him away for now with only a grumbled chorus of words left in his wake. But the silence only lasts for so long. Just as Jungkook is getting comfortable once more, you speak up.

“I don’t think tardiness is a very good quality to have as a celebrity,” You ponder aloud through a heavily pleased sigh.

“Ah, or it’s exactly the thing I need,” he counters with a shit-eating grin. “Being late is a very celebrity thing, isn’t it?”

“When the fame gets to their head,” You snort. Your voice splinters off into a whimper as he tilts his chin up a little higher, lapping deeper into you.

“Then I guess I’m bad.” His voice murmurs against you, rattling you to the bone.

“You’re definitely far from bad. Everyone thinks you’re an angel.”

“Wonder if they’d think the same thing if they saw me now━” He pinches lightly at the inside of your thigh, “head between your legs, and you coming on my tongue.”

You roll your eyes, but your wittiness falls short when he tugs with his teeth at your folds. Your back arches off the bed at once, hips pressing harder against his face.

“Namjoon called last night,” You say. No, you don’t say it. You moan it and even though Jungkook knows it’s because of him and how he’s making you feel in that moment, he still hates hearing someone else’s name roll off the tip of your tongue that isn’t his. “If you must know. Said he wanted to see me in the morning━”

Jungkook grimaces. He grunts shortly, “Guess you’re gonna have to let him down.”

“I’m sure Joon will love that━”

“Don’t,” he hisses. He bites down a little harshly on the inside of your thigh but you don’t mind. When he glances up to look at you, his stare is dark and hooded. “Don’t say their names. Not now. Please.”

You almost miss the desperation in his voice, the way he almost whines his words. You don’t ask, even though you’re curious. You don’t ask, even when he eats you out that morning until he’s made sure you’re crying his name and nothing else. You don’t ask, even when fucks you slow and deep and measured and almost, dare you say, loving like he never has before, clinging onto you as if he can’t live without you. You don’t ask, even when he may get a little rough (just how you like it), as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him right then and there. You don’t even ask when he sucks not one but two hickeys on your neck, large enough for anyone to see. For Taehyung and Namjoon to see.

You never really do ask, even though you notice things have become different.

It’s not as if you haven’t always been close to one another. There are more times than not in which you both physically can’t keep your hands off of one another in public, though in the safest and simplest ways possible. It’s there, in the way you sit next to him with your legs crossed regally on the couch in the green room backstage before a set, playing with the rings on his fingers on the hand resting on your shoulder; there, in the way you sit draped across his lap, leaning into his chest, in the studio as they blur through recordings. When you give advice on composing or lyric writing, Jungkook listens. When you giggle into his ear and whisper lewd things when you probably shouldn’t in the middle of a party with important business men and other celebrities, Jungkook is captivated. 

It wasn’t always supposed to be like this. Jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you, but he always knew there was something about you he just could not get enough of. You had chosen him first, approaching him late one night at a bar, and he was instantly head-over-heels. Even if it was mutually agreed upon ━ and oftentimes never really outwardly mentioned ━ that you could sleep around with him, Namjoon, and Taehyung, then Jungkook would have to deal with it. He would do anything, if it meant getting to see you more. At first he didn’t even mind. What was one more groupie to the ever growing list he had already accumulated? He’s never gotten feelings for any of them, so surely he thought he would be okay with you; that maybe whatever he was feeling for you would go away. 

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

After he asks you the question the first time, he finds himself stuck in a greedy months-long habit of asking you wistfully every time he finds you in his bed. He asks it a thousand and one times, but only ever gets one response from you. You’ll say no, that you have to leave, and sometimes you will. But sometimes ━ sometimes when he knows he wins out because he knows you let your guard down long enough to become besotted by him, a tangible mess with his every touch ━ you’ll linger just a little longer and the notion alone is enough to instill a sense of hope in Jungkook even if he knows it’s wrong. 

And maybe you shouldn’t play along. Then again, he takes all your time and you devote what little you have left afterward to him anyway, pretending that you’re still seeing Taehyung and Namjoon when you’re certainly not.

Sometimes Jungkook catches you when he doesn’t mean to, or isn’t expecting to, and it’s all different moments that physically pain him. Sometimes those moments come from paying one of the guys a visit and stumbling upon you there, too. 

After having not seen you for the whole day, and just before the concert begins, Jungkook is called over to Namjoon’s room within the hotel to discuss some last minute changes to the show (which Jungkook’s positive he would have heard about if he hadn’t ignored his manager early in the morning). Only Namjoon doesn’t answer the door when Jungkook arrives. There’s a crescendo of giggling on the other side of the threshold and then it’s you, and you’re standing there wearing nothing but a baggy shirt of Namjoon’s that barely covers your bum (and shorts too, he thinks, but Jungkook’s much too focused now on you in Namjoon’s shirt). Namjoon’s standing a bit further back, leaning against the wall of the hallway without a shirt on and he’s grinning at something that’s just happened. 

“Took you long enough,” Namjoon calls out. “Come in, we’ll get started. I’ll just be right back━ Just hopped out of the shower━” And then he disappears into another room, most likely to find another shirt that isn’t taken by you.

“Jungkook!” You greet him so cheerfully, as if the sight of you half naked in another man’s home isn’t eating away at Jungkook. You pull him into a hug that’s so tight he can smell your familiar perfume and probably Namjoon’s lingering scent if he focuses hard enough. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so standoffish. He hopes you don’t notice. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah. The girls had to leave but that’s okay.” You’re smiling so bright and wide that it almost hurts. “Namjoon━”

“Wanted to see you?” Jungkook finishes for you, remembering your words earlier in the day. 

“Yeah━” You’re rambling on now but Jungkook isn’t listening. The pain is still lingering and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it isn’t right but he can’t be bothered to care. In that moment, he realizes he’d rather be anywhere but there and he’s never felt that way before.

“Uh━ You know what?” He cringes slightly when he interrupts you. “Forgot I had to do something actually. Mina called earlier ━ said she wanted to talk or whatever.”

Your face immediately drops at the mention of the other girl and it pains him even more to know that you don’t see through his blatant lie. What’s worse is that Mina had called him the night before, but he had turned her down promptly before she could even say what she wanted. 

You glance over your shoulder fleetingly as if to look for Namjoon, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your lower lip. “But I thought you needed to talk with Joon about the show?”

“Can’t, sorry. Tell Namjoon he can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. Seems like he’s got his hands full with you here anyway.”

He hates himself for it ━ he hates how petty he can be, how rude he can sound without truly meaning it ━ but before he can explain himself or apologize in a way that would probably make him look even more like an idiot, he turns his back to you. It’s the first time he’s really ever done something like that. Usually, he puts up with it ━ with you draped over Namjoon’s lap or Taehyung’s hand on your waist because usually he hadn’t always had feelings for you. 

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn’t know how Namjoon or Taehyung feel about “sharing” you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about it or if you’ve noticed Jungkook’s short temper lately. He tries to contain it but he can’t and he hates how he’s become when he’s not alone with you. Lately, he’s started to think that maybe this isn’t right anymore. Maybe he shouldn’t keep meeting up with you if he’s going to feel this way all the time, and it wasn’t fair to you for him to be sulking so much. He’s not supposed to be in love. He’s supposed to be having fun. 

After all, that’s what it was to you, wasn’t it?

But that night something happens.

Jungkook only notices you half an hour into the show later that night even despite the fact that you’re in the same place that you always are, standing on the side in the part of the pit closest to the stage where only family and close friends are allowed to stay. Of course you’re dancing along, just like you always do, and of course you’re watching him and the rest of the boys with starry eyes, just how he loves. You smiled wide at some point when his gaze locked with yours ━ him, drenched in sweat and nearing exhaustion, and you, face-flushed and looking as if you’re having the time of your life.

But that’s the thing about you ━ you’re not like the others. Sure, your eyes tend to drift to him more often than not and linger on him longer than necessary but you don’t just come for him. You live for the music, admire the rest of the boys that have treated him so dearly and make the group what it is. 

And the way he performs ━ you wonder if he purposely exerts himself more because he wants you to only focus on him. Every rough thrust of his hips, every time he grabs at his crotch, dark and hooded eyes meets yours and you know he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make you suffer.

Later, when the concert is finished and you’re at a private room in a club with the boys to celebrate the evening and Jungkook has had one too many shots, he finds you at the bar. He sidles up from behind you, one palm sliding onto the small of your back. You know it’s him even before you look, judging by the familiar stature of his chest pressing against your body, and his usual scent. His lips press to the crook of your neck and your lips unfurl into a smile. You reach up blindly to grab at the nape of his neck as he starts to sway against you to the beat of the music, hips digging into your ass.

“I’ve been dying to be next to you all night.” He whispers this into the shell of your ear and you wonder vaguely how you’ve maintained enough self-control to not drop to your knees and suck him off then and there. Even worse is the fact that he’s still adorned in the makeup from the concert. Your fingers scratch at one of the newly shaved sides of his head, the rest of his long locks only maintain some of its original style pushed back and off his forehead, though now messily mused as it splays out on either side of his head and threatens to hide the undercut once more.

“You’re drunk,” You point out. He doesn’t seem to register the fact that you only point it out because otherwise, if he wasn’t so smashed, you aren’t quite sure he’d even be touching you the way he is now after the way he’s been acting lately.

“So are you,” Jungkook hums. “Let’s get out of here?”

And you can’t possibly say no. 

He thinks it’s a shame, really, because you had looked quite pretty that night wearing a velvet red dress. Because after somehow calling a taxi and stumbling back to his dorm, he gets lost in you for a while and completely ravishes you, impatiently ripping your dress off you and pressing you against the wall, hips eagerly digging into yours until you hook your legs around his hips and he carries you off to bed to finish. 

When you’re spent from your first high, Jungkook moves from your sprawled out positions on the bed and gets up, pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor. You watch him as he combs his hair back that’s fallen into his face again, muscles in his biceps rippling as he does so. He reaches for an acoustic guitar in one corner, then sinks onto the edge of the bed. He’s not usually this quiet after a night spent together, though you don’t quite seem to notice, thinking nothing of it as he starts plucking away at the guitar with a melody in mind if only because when he’s frustrated and stuck on a lyric, he usually goes to you in seek of help in terms of finding relief. You get to your knees, crawling over to him so that you can drape your arms around his shoulders from the back.

“That’s pretty,” You sigh dreamily, nodding to the guitar and the lazy strumming he had been doing. In the distance, you realize there’s been music playing faintly the whole time from the dock where his phone is plugged in. You recognize one of the boys’ songs playing, then realize it’s Jungkook’s solo, his own voice singing beautifully back to you. Above all else, you realize all at once that he isn’t really playing anything at all, or brainstorming a new song, but plucking along absentmindedly to the melody of his own song. 

He’s distracted but he tenses at your touch, then relaxes at once, melting instantly against you. “Just messing around,” he sighs.

“Nonsense,” You giggle. He glances over at you just in time to see you reach for his hand, and he watches as you play with the rings on his fingers. “There’s magic in these hands. In more ways than one.”

You press a chilling kiss against his palm, and then the tip of each of his fingers. Time seems to slow, and all he can suddenly focus on is you. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” His voice has a dull, stubborn whine to it that he can’t shake. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Once or twice,” You smirk. You busy yourself by focusing on lining the bottom of your palm with his, measuring your hand in his. He’s much bigger than you, his fingers nearly towering over yours and they’re always so snug and warm.

“Well, it’s true,” he says. “You’re the kinda girl songs are written about.”

“Unless I’m mistaken,” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, “you have written songs about me.”

He feigns a look of doubt, though a smile threatens to tug at his mouth, especially when you delicately lace your fingers with his one-by-one. “Ah, is that what you think, baby girl? Don’t let the fame get to your head.”

You laugh, dropping your head and leaning your temple against his knuckles in an attempt to hide your sheepish face. With his free hand, he sets his guitar back onto the floor and then unravels his other hand from yours. His palm is calloused and hot as it slides onto your cheek, and you nuzzle into it even despite him guiding your face back up to look at him. He can’t help himself; he leans in to kiss you, biting at your lower lip and earning a delicious moan. As his hands come to grip at your sides just over your ribs and the underside of your breasts do you crawl into his lap to straddle him. For a while, he lets himself get carried away, feeling your hands roam his chest, but then with such vivid intensity, he can only imagine Namjoon and Taehyung in the same position as him and it almost makes him want to vomit. Either that, or it’s the alcohol. Gathering his wits, he shakes his head, pulling apart from you.

“I think I should write━” He fumbles uselessly with his words. “Namjoon’s gonna kill me if I don’t finish these songs━”

You arch your chest against his, warm and soft and palpable, and your hips dig into his a little more roughly, rubbing against his straining erection. You can be heard whining sluggishly as you kiss the underside of his jaw, “But I want you inside me, Kook.”

His breath hitches in his throat, but he can’t think straight anymore. Is the scent he smelling even you anymore, or just a mix of Namjoon and Taehyung? And when you tell him he’s the only one who can ever make you feel the way he does, do you tell that to them too? 

His silence is answer enough, and is what ultimately forces you to look up at him. You’re met with an empty expression, then your own countenance is contorting. You sit back on his lap. 

“I don’t understand you anymore, Jungkook,” You say. There it is, he laments to himself. The familiar pang to his chest, the dreaded realization that maybe he’s fucked this whole thing up forever. “It’s like sometimes you can’t get enough of me, touching me here and there and just before shows when you’re supposed to be on in ten minutes, telling me that no one will care if you’re late. Then sometimes it’s like you won’t even look at me. Like you can’t get me off of you fast enough; like you can’t even touch me anymore.”

Jungkook avoids your stare, which he knows is exactly the sort of thing he shouldn’t do. But you already have your answer. You clamber off of his lap at once to slide back onto the bed and he wants nothing more than to pull you back but he knows he shouldn’t. Now, you seem flustered, or maybe just disheartened. Your arms come to cross over your bare chest, as if to hide yourself.

“You don’t want to touch me anymore,” You say dryly. 

It’s not a question so much as it is a statement. Either way, he shakes his head. Rubbing a tired hand over his face, he mumbles, “Maybe you should go.”

You clamp your mouth shut. “You’re not serious, Jungkook.”

He still doesn’t dare to meet your gaze, his jaw set hard in place. 

“You’re kicking me out? Now? Now?” 

“I’m not. I’m just━ Not in the mood tonight.”

“What a liar,” You gasp. “I had your stupid boner poking my ass the entire time we were at the club, and you sure as hell spent the better part of the night fucking me.”

He can’t quite tell if you’re mad. Your tone dances a fine line between incredulousness and amusement, though he assumes it all boils down to disappointment in the end anyway. You refuse to move, though, pushing yourself onto your knees beside him.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook,” You plead carefully. “Something’s wrong. Has been for a while, and I want to know what it is.”

He takes a deep breath and finally meets your stare and, god, you look irresistible. Your lips are bruised red from him biting and sucking at them, and your exposed chest is too tempting, beckoning him to touch you. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions ━ plus, he’s just a little bit tipsy, and so he blames it on that for caving into you so easily.

He grimaces. “I’m jealous, all right?” 

You don’t respond at first, and he decides he wants to curl up into a hole and die. Then, you snort, which isn’t exactly the sort of reaction he was expecting to hear from you, and suddenly you don’t seem so angry at him anymore. “I knew that. Was wondering when you’d tell me, though.”

“You what?”

“Well, it’s not that hard to see. You’re always giving Namjoon and Taehyung death glares when I’m around.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” He says this sheepishly, and at least you giggle at him. “I just━ I’m selfish. I want you to myself.”

“I’m not a thing to have,” You retort.

“I know,” he says, and then groans the words again. “Fuck, I know. I’m sorry. I know you’re not a thing to have, and you’re not mine to have but, god, I hate it that they know everything about what it feels like to be with you.”

Gently, he grabs at your waist, tugging you onto his lap, rough hands spreading your thighs to sit perfectly on him once more. Then, with his hands planted on your hips, does he guide you back and forth on him slowly. He reaches out to brush his fingers along your bare arms, then across your collarbones, and down to your breasts. He leans down as if to kiss the valley between them, but his mouth never really does meet your skin; instead, his lips graze faintly against you.

“That they know your body.” He brushes his nose against your chest as he lifts his head. His mouth ghosts across your breasts, almost catching your nipples in his mouth, his breath warm and tingly against the sensitive flesh, just to tease you. His hand follows his lips, grasping firmly at the underside of your breast, his thumb flicking over the perked bud. “Have touched it where I’ve touched it.”

Your own hands flail out to grasp at his shoulders, your breath hitching in your throat. “Why? Why do you hate it so much? That’s all I want to know.”

“Because they don’t even know how lucky they are,” he mutters. “Because you probably do all sorts of things for them and they just think you’re another groupie. Because they aren’t in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” Your face is hot now, your body trembling. His hands are still on your chest when he starts kissing your throat. 

“Yeah. I am.”

“What if I told you I’m in love with you too?”

“Well, you are fucking my band mates. I think that makes things a tad bit complicated.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You’re certain if he wasn’t making you feel like heaven in that moment, you would have snapped the words. Instead, you’re already shamelessly grinding your hips against his even without his guidance. “I called it off with them a while ago, actually. They were okay with it, too. Said they felt something was different. You’re the only one in my life, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stops suddenly. He pulls his head back to gawk at you and is greeted to your hooded eyes watching him. “You━ What? What about this morning when you said Namjoon wanted to see you?”

“I lied,” You admit timidly. 

“And when you were in his room━”

“We never did anything,” You promise. “I just wanted to see a reaction from you. Honestly, so did Taehyung and Namjoon. I mean, Namjoon purposely told me to come to his room to see if you’d be jealous. And I think I went along with it because I really just want to know that when you ask me to stay with you, in your bed, do you really mean it? I just…” You trail off, biting at your lower lip, asking him apprehensively, “What about you and that Mina girl?”

“I haven’t seen her or talked to her in months,” he says earnestly.

“Of course not.” You say this in a breathless laughing manner, as if it’s just now dawning on you. Then, you reach up to cradle his head in your hands, grasping at either side of his face. When you speak next, your voice is an ardent whisper. “I want to be with you, Kook. Like really, really be with you. I didn’t know how to tell you because we were so used to just having sex and nothing more and I figured if that’s all I could get with you, then I’d learn to live with it even if it’d kill me to hear you hooking up with other girls.”

Jungkook blinks. He takes a moment to comprehend what’s happening, but then he’s feeling that tension in his chest loosen and he’s just so relieved. 

“There’s only you,” he says. “Has been for a while.”

You smile, so big and soft and pretty, and he kisses you just to bask in the moment. Suddenly, he’s just overwhelmed with love for you and almost doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

“Maybe I should get you jealous more often,” You muse pensively. “It’s kinda hot.”

“It’s mean,” he pouts. Then, his demeanour changes and he’s smirking wolfishly. “Besides, they can’t fuck you like I can, can they?”

“N-No,” You croak feebly. “It’s always been you, Jungkook. Even with them. I’d never tell them but… you’re all I could think about even when I was with them. Imagining you touching me instead of them. Imagining it was you when they laid with me.”

This seems to grab his attention, having him groaning into your neck. “What’d I say? Gonna be the death of me.”

You shiver at the sound of his hoarse voice. You whisper aloud, “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid lately,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Do you want that, baby girl? But first you gotta show me you mean it. That you’re mine.”

As he tongues a pattern against your throat, you muster a nod. You wonder if it’s obvious how badly you want him in that moment, with the way your hips continue to grind against his. 

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh,” he murmurs against you. “Can you do that for me?”

The thought entices you and has you scrambling to nod your head again. His large hands come to grab at your ass, shifting you until you’re seated on one of his legs. Your eyes never stray from his as you start to grind against his thigh, the rough material of his sweatpants rubbing at your core. Slow and steady, he guides you back and forth, watching as your pretty mouth pops open into a silent gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “God, you look so pretty. And you’re all mine. Touch yourself for me.”

“Where?” You ask breathlessly.

“All over. Anywhere you want me.”

You whimper at the thought, imagining the feeling of his rough hands on your body. You start at your chest, grasping at your own breasts, squeezing at your perked nipples. You pinch them until they’re hard under your fingertips, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with your palm as you try to picture Jungkook doing the same. Then, you slide one hand down the front of your stomach, past your navel. He watches as you dip lower and lower before finally reaching between your legs, fingers rubbing small circles against your clit. The mingling feelings of you rutting your hips against his thigh and the way you touch yourself under his burning stare has you writhing on his lap within seconds. 

“Oh, Jungkook━” Your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting in concentration. “Wanna feel you so bad━”

“Uh uh,” he tuts at once. Grabbing at your chin, he yanks your head back up in his direction and taps his thumb against your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see how I make you feel.”

“But it feels so good,” You whine. Still, you listen, prying your eyes open just slightly enough to meet his stare again. Now, you’ve started to grind a little harder on him, rubbing at your heat a little faster. “Please, Jungkook━”

“Cum for me first,” he coos, his tone gentle despite his obvious demands. “Then I’ll do whatever you want. You can do that for me, right?”

You muster a nod, eyes threatening to flutter shut again but you refrain. He moves one of his arms to wrap around your waist, his large hard encompassing almost all of your back as he pushes you closer to him and the action alone is enough to make you hum with delight. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says. “The things they could never do for you.”

He doesn’t say Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s names for you to understand and, truthfully, you’re glad he doesn’t. Your mind is much too focused on Jungkook to care about anyone else.

“I want you━” You cry out suddenly, biting at your lip. “I want you to touch me, anywhere. I want you to use me, and make me yours. I want you in me. I just need your dick, Jungkook, please. You always make me feel so good. Please, please touch me━”

His jaw sets hard in place as he continues to watch you, fingers itching to please you however which way you want, but he waits. He knows you’re close to your high when you start whimpering and moaning his name, your hand falling from your chest as your other hand rubs harder at your clit the faster you ride his thigh. He flexes his muscle beneath your core, and the simple action is enough to have your head spinning. As you reach your high, his hand that is still wrapped around your chin slides upward and his two forefingers poke into your mouth. Instantly, you’re sucking against them, tongue laving at his digits desperately as you imagine his cock in your mouth, in your cunt, stretching you wide.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he grunts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

As you unravel in his arms, body twitching into his chest, his arm tightens its hold around your back and envelopes you in his warmth so much to the point where it feels as if you begin to melt against him. You grab at his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth until you almost gag, muffled moans meeting his ear as you climax. When you’re spent, your pace on his thigh slows to a steady occasional gyrating of your hips as you suck and lav at his fingertips.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Jungkook hums, his free hand stroking your back as you calm your nerves. When you’ve regained most of your wit, you pop Jungkook’s fingers from your mouth and he takes the liberty of guiding his palm down your chin to your throat to your breasts. “You’re doing so well for me. Bet you never listened as well to them as you do with me. Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”  

You scramble to obey, crawling off his lap and onto all fours on the bed. You crane your neck to watch as he gets to his knees behind you, shoving the material of his sweatpants down to his knees in haste. He’s already impossibly hard, grasped in his knuckles, precum leaking from the head of his dick. He wastes no time in pushing himself into you, and though he’s stretched you wide hours ago, the same feeling of him slipping in snug to your heat does wonders on your body still. 

“Mm, Jungkook!” You cry out as he buries himself balls deep into you, coaxed so easily by your slick arousal. He sputters at the sensation, palms pawing at your navel as he yanks you further down his cock. “F-Fuck━ You feel so good━”

“Show me,” he gasps, pulling his hips out once and rutting into you so vigorously you feel it shudder throughout your whole body. Then, he’s thrusting into you at a rhythmic fast pace that has you clenching so tight around him, his head spins some more. “Let me hear you. I wanna see how I make you feel. Let me see how you belong to me.”

He tugs at your elbows, yanking you up off the bed, and you clumsily follow suit, pressing your back flushed against his chest. 

“I’m all yours, Jungkook,” You whine. “I want you to wreck me so bad. Only you know how to wreck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “Only me? Gonna prove it?”

“Please, Jungkook━ Harder, please━ I’ll do anything you want!”

He quickens his pace and slams his hips up into yours harshly. It has you moaning with delight, nearly slipping from his grasp, but he holds you tighter in place. He reaches round to grab at your chin again, twisting your head in a careful yet prompt manner so that you’re looking over your shoulder at him with your flustered gawking expression.

“Open up.” He taps at your mouth and you do as you’re told. Almost instantly, he pulls your chin closer until your mouth is hovering over his, and spits. It’s a wordless command and gesture, as if to further prompt you to prove your point. You welcome it entirely, swallowing his own saliva completely. What doesn’t make it into your mouth, dribbles down your chin and onto your throat. Then you’re chasing his mouth, hearing him hum approvingly, “That’s it, baby.”

You almost miss his lips the first time from the way he’s being so feral now as his hips continue to slam against yours. You’re fortunate when he guides your chin, still pinched between his fingers, in a much too tender manner for the crude moment that has your heart swooning despite all the hysteria. A hot open-mouthed kiss which is still entirely sloppy as your tongues ravish mid-air, and his teeth nip and suck on your lower lip any chance he can get. 

“Gonna tell them how well I fuck you?” he asks breathlessly. You bite at his lip this time, tugging at it hard. “Let them know you’re all mine? Fuck━”

“Mhm!” You rasp. “Oh, Jungkook━”

By now, his pace is relentless. You threaten to ricochet from his grip with each rut of his hips, knees wobbling beneath you. He hand falls from your chin finally to grab at your breasts, replacing your earlier efforts, pinching at your nipples, squeeze at your soft flesh. He lavs wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and shoulder. Your own head leans back onto his shoulder, a hand reaching out to grasp at his hair. Your fingers first scratch at the shaved sides, then thread through his hair, yanking at it tightly enough to have him grunting in delight.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna━” You whimper. “I’m gonna━”

But you don’t finish your thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook already knows you’re close to your high with the way you start to clench around him. You pull even tighter at his hair, a pleasant burn evoking a hiss from his throat. His hips move even faster than before, desperate to try and carry you to your high. So riddled from your first orgasm not long ago and the one before that, you’re quick to crumble beneath him once more. Twisting and turning, you cry out his name in a repeated mantra, like music to his ears. When the scorching heat between your thighs and blinding your eyes subsides enough for you to be somewhat coherent again, you meekly find your voice.

“Tell me I’m yours,” You beg despairingly, voice barely a ragged panting whisper. The aftershock of your orgasm still shakes through your body that the way you’re clutching at his hair now is only so that you can still have some sort of hold on reality still. “Please, please. Tell me. I wanna be yours so bad. You already have me, just wanna hear it from you. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Please, Jungkook━”

A nerve flutters in Jungkook’s heart. And his dick. He marvels momentarily at the idea of how he wants to continue to wreck you and simultaneously love you all over and grows impatient. Without warning, and with much difficulty, he pulls out of you. Before you can register what’s happening or miss the warmth of his cock in your heat, he pushes you onto the bed and flips you around so that you’re on your back. Then, hovering over you close enough so that he can hook one of your legs over his shoulder, he pushes himself back into you. 

“You’re all I want,” he says, smoothing his mouth over yours once more. He moans against your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut. “God, I’m so fucking in love with you. You make it so hard to think sometimes. Everything about you drives me wild.”

His pace isn’t as harsh as before, though he’s careless as he abandons all form in an attempt to ride out your high and reach his own. Each thrust he makes jolts you back and forth on the bed, the sensitivity between your thighs a mild burn that starts to crescendo as you gasp each time his cock slides back into you. You reach out tiredly to grab at his face with soft motions despite not bothering to move him from where he still rests with his forehead. One large palm of his comes to grasp at your side, pushing you further into the mattress as he hammers into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum━” He moans. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Gonna let me make your cunt mine?”

“Yes, please,” You rasp. “Wanna feel it so bad.”

It’s different this time despite knowing the sensation well enough from all those times before. Every event since then has been a build up to this, and when he finally releases into you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make the both of you whimper and whine, mewling with delight the longer he cums in your heat. 

Then, he slumps against your chest and the room falls silent once more safe for the sound of your mingled panting. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck and your fingers rake through his sweaty hair in a soothing manner until that too ceases after a few silent moments. 

“Not falling asleep on me now, are you?” he asks after the thrill of both your highs have subsided. He lifts his head to look at you and finds that you are, in fact, beginning to doze off. 

“No,” You lie. You pry one eye open to look at him as you bite back a sheepish snicker. He pulls out of you at long last, and the lack of warmth has you immediately protesting. You reach out  blindly for him before he can move too far. “Come back here. I want to cuddle you.” Then, letting your surroundings register once more, you realize suddenly that music has still been playing all this time. Most specifically, Jungkook’s solo which has been left on a loop. You meet his curious gaze in the dark and deadpan, “Did you seriously just fuck me to your song?”

“It’s not fucking when we were making love,” he wriggles his brows suggestively. You wonder how he’s always so quick to go from one extreme to the other. Whereas five minutes ago, you wanted nothing more than to have him demolish you with his dick, now he’s just his usual lovable idiotic self that you want to kiss all over. He’s not wrong though, you discern. The song isn’t a bad one either, and the thought of him having sex with you to his own music is undescriably hot anyway. 

“You can’t say you were making love to me when you just took me raw.” Amongst other things, you think to yourself, but you’re certain he’s well aware of that. His snickers warm your heart to no end and you can’t help yourself when you lean forward to kiss him. 

“I can and I will because I love you,” he says proudly. Then, as if tasting the words on his tongue and favouring the sound of it, hums more pensively again, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And this time he knows you mean it because, in the morning, when you both wake up feeling sore and marked all over by one another (so that Namjoon and Taehyung can know), you’re still curled up into Jungkook’s chest. You’re half asleep, your nose nuzzling against the crook of his neck and making him smile. You’re only roused awake by the feather-light strokes his fingers make as they rub small circles into your back.

“Stay with me?” Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. This time, he even knows it’ll be different. 

He sees your sleepy smile widen when he kisses your temple sweetly, and decides quickly that he likes this, right there and now, as it is, and especially when he hears you whisper finally, “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

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instant boyfriend ✆ epilogue

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“Do you remember when we first met?” 

“Yea, you met the robot version of me. And quite frankly, he actually may be human—totally not scary at all!”

You hit Rintaro on his head, while he laughs. Not the robot him, but the actual him. Just Suna Rintaro; your tall, lazy-eyed, dramatic boyfriend. He would argue that he isn’t as dramatic as how you paint him to be, but you both know that he’s just lying to himself. (Also, you applaud Tooru for his inkling before, because wow, Suna was actually Rintaro’s last name.) 

For the past three years that you’ve known him, you fell in love all over again. It wasn’t easy, of course, but there wasn’t much difference. He and Rintarobot are just the same person, though the latter is just some made-up device created by his friend, Kuroo.

“Not that, you ass!” You shake your head, sipping on your cup of coffee. He simply munches on his sandwich, you coo quietly at his chubby cheeks. “When I entered this very cafe and started bawling my eyes when I saw you.”

Rintaro smiles. “Yea, you looked like an actual fool.” 

The two of you sit quietly in the cafe where the two of you first met. Three years ago, you entered and immediately cried when you saw the image of him eating his pasta. His hair was much shorter then, eyes confused, as he looked at your vulnerable form. ‘Rintaro? Aren’t you in the company?’ You cried out to him, ‘Why are you in Argentina!’ That’s when he knew you were one of the users of his friend’s app. He kept you company the whole day while paying for your food and conversing with you at the same time. He asked for your number, and the two of you immediately hit it off. 

At times, he was concerned if you still saw him as Rintarobot; the idealized him—the one that would immediately tick all the checkboxes for a perfect husband. And that might be true at first, but through time, you started to fall for the man with expressive eyes, a cocky grin, and tattoos filled with stories adorning on his skin. 

“Shut up!” You roll your eyes, throwing your used tissue on his face. He catches it quickly in his hand, disgust written all over his face. He wipes his dirtied hand on his lap, before leaning closer to you, a genuine grin now playing on the tip of his lips. 

“But you know who’s a bigger fool?”

“Who?” 

“Me,” he breathes. “I’m so foolishly in love with you.”

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, before leaning closer to you. You stay still as he plants his lips onto yours. Rintaro’s lips are soft and slightly chapped, though the sweetness behind his actions was even sweeter than any dessert you could ever order in this cafe. His hands immediately cup your face into his, as you both close your eyes, cherishing the kiss. 

You feel him smile against your lips, before breaking off. Biting your lips, you avoid his eyes, looking at the menu chalkboard on the wall. His laugh joins the endless chatter inside the place. “Y/N, we’ve been together for years now and you’re still embarrassed whenever I kiss you?”  

“It’s not that!” You reason out, now averting your sight on your boyfriend. “It’s just that… you’re so sweet yet so fucking corny at the same time, it physically hurts!”

He sighs, dramatically. Buff arms crossed, while his lips pout cutely.

“But... I’m so in love with you that I don’t even care.”

A familiar song starts to play; one that you and Rintaro know too well. He stands abruptly, chair knocking the person behind him. He bows a quick apology, while the person gives him an understanding smile. He drags you in the middle of the cafe, uncaring at the stares that the two of you received. 

“I don’t know who you are,” he sings, as he twirls you in his arms. “But I’ll save you a seat.” 

The song continues to play, the people around you start doing the same. When the two of you first met, this Bruno Major song started to play. It was quite fitting actually; two strangers meeting, the other hung up on love while the other was there for a new life. The latter gave a comforting smile and saved the former a seat. Two strangers meeting, and in the end, their hearts intertwined. 

“The most beautiful thing,” your eyes focus on him. You decide to change the lyrics, wrapped up too much in his warmth. “I have ever seen.”

At this moment, right now, it was just you and him.

The spotlight now fixates its light on the two of you. Rintaro halts his movements, as he kneels on one knee. He takes a velvet box from the back of his pocket, opening it to reveal a shining diamond ring;

“Will you marry me?”

And it will forever be that way, starting now.

— END SCENE!

— thank you for reading instant boyfriend <3 it has been such a long bumpy ride and im so so thankful for all the love and support this story has received. i hope you guys learned a thing or two, and i hoped it made you laugh, cry, or smile :D love is something that comes and goes; and it's something that we are all deserving of. when the time is right, the right one for you will eventually come <3

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— also the place i used as reference, is cafe rivas in argentina <3

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