#ok im so so sleepy im going to bed early tonight i think

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🦄 with fugo and purple haze?

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[sombreboy]

Expensive doll⇢jjk & pjm

[ masterlist ] Serves as an afterstory for our series Mused Obsession, but can be read on its own. 

Written together with @chimoona​ as JM and @sombreboy​ as JK

Synopsis: In celebration of their one year anniversary, Jungkook dresses Jimin up in lingerie & makeup as his picture-perfect doll and ruins him in every way he desires.

⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 15.7k ⇢Ch.warnings: Profanity, JM dressing in lingerie and wearing makeup, messy kissing, degrading petnames and dirtytalk, breathplay, bj, praise kink, JK's fetish for crybaby JM remains intact, body worship, foot fetish JK literally slorps JM's petite little foot and it is v erotic join us feet hoes, some biting, mentions of blood(from a sharp stiletto lol dw), ok hold up and stay w me here JK rides JM but he is in no way a bottom, this is some top ridin' stuff to drive Jm mad and let me tell you it works, then JK puts little JM back in his place where he belongs stuffed with dick, rough fucking, in fact its so rough that JM can't hold his pee im not even sorry-- it was hot, idk what else if you've read any of my stuff you should just kinda know what you're up for. xo

The chime of the security alarm strikes the quiet mansion as Jungkook shuts the door behind him, kicking off his shoes in a hurry. He hugs luxury shopping bags close to his chest, trembling with excitement. He'd been holding onto the bags at work to ensure Jimin didn't see them for days, which felt like months—especially today, to finally come home to his favorite person in the entire universe and spend their first official anniversary together.

It's been an entire year since Jimin proved his love and dedication to the photographer, and life couldn't be any better than it is now. They're unstoppable, thriving as the biggest names in the industry. With a lot of fame—a lot more on Jimin's end—comes a lot of work and less time together, except for when they manage to crawl into bed at the end of the day. So, Jeon Jungkook wanted to make tonight extra special. He'd missed having Jimin truly just for himself; not just as a boyfriend, but as a model and his muse.

"Baby, I'm home." Jungkook calls out as he eyes the rooms, listening to where Jimin could be. He knows the model had the day off, so the younger man had given him a little white lie—he wouldn’t be able to make it home early. Yet here he is, giddy like a child and ready to surprise his beloved butterfly.

"Come to me~" He adds cheerfully while walking towards the stairs, searching for Jimin when he hears the small thuds of his lover's light footsteps.

"K-kookie?" Jimin calls from their bedroom, rubbing his sleepy eyes after a long nap. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Jungkook arrive.

Thinking he had more time to get dressed and ready for their night together, he's caught, fresh from restful sleep, wearing only an oversized t-shirt and tight black briefs. The night was planned to a T...in Jimin's mind. A brand new suit hung in the walk-in closet, designed and tailored specifically for his body. He knows how the young photographer likes to ogle when the fabric of his pants hugs his plump cheeks daringly, almost too tight for a public setting.

But tonight, there will be no public outing. No distractions from the outside world, getting in the way of their time together.

As high-profile as the two men have grown over the last year, they've found it hard to take a leisurely night out on the town without being spotted by a fan of their work or an industry mate trying to cut into their fun. It's been a rollercoaster, but it's been the thrill of their lives. Even then, it's necessary to plan nights of relaxation and indulgence. So, Jimin set out candles and dipped ruby ripe strawberries in milk chocolate, planning a romantic night with just the two of them. He even chilled a bottle of overpriced champagne—a gift from Namjoon, hand-delivered for the happy couple. It was assumed that since Jungkook was working late, the ambiance of a well-kept home and a willing partner was all he wanted anyhow... Until, of course, Jimin glides down the stairs and spots his lover with armfuls of bags. Designer bags.

"Welcome h-ooome," he yawns, still finding his voice, "And happy anniversary, baby." He leans in and stands on his toes, pressing his body into the bags held at Jungkook's chest to give him a sweet kiss. "I missed you a lot...and I cleaned up too, but I guess I fell asleep at some point. I was going to get all pretty for you, so just pretend I'm dressed up right now."

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” Jungkook smiles into the kiss, returning it softly. He pulls back to drink in the fresh state Jimin is in. No makeup, barely dressed... It's like the visionary’s plans were fated to happen. “And this is perfect for what I have planned for you. A clean canvas, so to speak.” The young photographer adds as he hands over the bags to his lover. “Take off everything you’re wearing and put this on, nothing else. And bring the small bag with you to the studio.” He leans in closer to allow the hot breath of every spoken word to fan over Jimin’s cheek, whispering his next words. “I’ll be waiting for you. Okay? Now go.”

Accustomed to following the photographer's orders, Jimin doesn't waste a moment scurrying to the bathroom and peeling off his shirt on the way in. He kicks off his underwear and sits on the closed toilet seat to skim through the first bag's contents. The second he runs his hands over smooth silk ribbons and lace, his heart leaps out of his chest. 

Lingerie. Women's lingerie, he notes internally as his fingers skim the fabric with a timid touch. It feels small in his hand, and he already knows it's not meant to cover much. Jungkook has always been an appreciator of visual art, and in the back of Jimin's mind, he always knew this moment would come. The female form can be voluptuous and sensual—soft to the touch and comforting when held close. 

Without taking the lingerie out to inspect it closely, Jimin knows this look is made to illuminate his feminine traits—to hug the small of his waist and accentuate the curve of his hips, prominently displaying some of his lover's favorite parts with exaggerated flair.

As a former full-time model, Jimin doesn't think twice about indulging this new request from Jungkook. He's been half-naked in front of strangers in very scandalous clothing, it's only right he indulges his partner with the same courtesy, under his exact specifications. 

He sets the smaller bag aside and removes the clothing, gasping at the bright red shade the younger man had chosen. It looks like fresh blood as he tugs it onto his small body—ribbons drip down his legs to capture the matching set of pure red stockings. When he slips them over his legs, they stop at the feet, hugging them tight and showing the delicate curve of his arches.

A slender garter belt cinches high around his waist and rests low on his hips, made of a thin weave of lace that opens up at the belly button to show off the cute dip of his tummy. Not even fully dressed, he feels pretty...desirable. With each new addition, he feels his confidence grow, matching the opulent fit his love has chosen for their special occasion. Jimin grasps the silk ties that dangle off the belt and loop them into the stockings, holding them tight against his body and matching the two pieces as one. He takes his time to billow the ties into eye-catching bows, adding more of a feminine flair to his long slender legs. 

He opens another bag and clasps his hand over his mouth, pulling out an accompanying bralette, so fair and petite. It's soft on his skin. Everything feels so soft and erotic, like it was crafted to draw moans from his mouth before he's even touched by warm hands. The gentle graze of the lace over his nipples makes him bite his lower lip to push back building arousal. When he crosses his legs to finish clasping the bralette behind his back, he feels the rub of new lace against his cock, only drawing his attention to the fact that women's underwear does not provide enough room to hold him fully. If he gets harder, which he's certain he will, it will be impossible not to poke out and dribble over the rouge fabric.

Once Jimin empties the bags and slips every bit of clothing onto his body, he steps back to admire the full look. Even in the dim bathroom mirror, he finds every little bit of his form jaw-dropping as it's prettily wrapped in red. But no look is complete without a matching set of kitten heels, which he slips onto his red silken feet. He immediately notices how the added height accentuates his plump cheeks, out in the open, skimmed down the center with a cheeky thong.

"Woah..." The model takes a few strides across the bathroom floor to get a feel for the new footwear. A few clumsy trips over the tile to get started, but after a couple minutes, his confidence is through the roof. He can stride effortlessly and sway his hips in a subtle yet seductive manner.

"O-okay." He psyches himself up, licking his thick lips in a quick swipe while he drinks in a final look of his fit. He grabs the smallest bag, still unopened, and exits the bathroom to find Jungkook waiting for him in his personal studio.

Meanwhile, Jungkook just finished setting up the finishing touches to his studio and waited for the most important centerpiece of the night. His favorite camera sits on a tripod next to his large armchair, which is to be his spot to admire his creation. He presses record before he forgets to, and knowing how he will soon see his lover in the new lingerie, there'd be no time to think about whether or not the camera captures it all. What he didn't expect, however, was to find the fresh chocolate dipped strawberries, paired with a bottle of champagne. He immediately noted that this wasn't something he had in his own collection, so he figured this was Jimin's preparation for the night.

"So sweet to me, always.." Jungkook sighs dreamily when placing the strawberries and the bottle on the small table next to his chair as he takes his seat. His lover always finds little ways to show his affection; always considerate of Jungkook in everything he does. It's cute, and even if the elder man's plans might not be what he initially thought, Kook is sure that this will surpass anything he had in mind.

"He should be here soon..." He leans back in his seat, still wearing the suit he'd worn all day at work. His strong, tattooed fingers wrap around his tie and tug at it to loosen the fabric a bit. He rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt after discarding the suit jacket to let it be thrown on the floor behind the chair. His breathing slows down when he listens intently for the powerful sound of heels coming from the bedroom, echoing in the hallway. Although he knows what to expect, he still doesn't know just how it would look-- how his Jimin would pull off the look. The thick swallow in anticipation causes his adam's apple to bob, already excited as his heart beats harder in his chest.

Jimin bottles his nerves and clicks his heels with slow steps, echoing deliberately on the hard floor until he reaches the studio doorway.

"Don't laugh, okay?" He smirks at his own words, still hidden around the corner of the doorframe, knowing there's no way on earth Jungkook could find this fit humorous. "I'm coming in..."

One step forward, and he's basked in the low light of the photographer's setup. He swallows hard at the first sight of Jungkook, even when he's dressed the same as when he left him. The loosened tie captures his attention, and he swallows again at the thought of holding it while he glides his silken legs over his lover's lap to ride him roughly. The anticipation of what Jungkook has in store for Jimin is overwhelming.

Jimin gives the photographer a moment to gather himself before he walks forward, placing one heel in front of the other and sashaying his hips with each step. The camera blinks red to indicate it's recording, and Jimin doesn't let it distract his attention for a second. He moves in a slow weave, looking up at his partner under a tempting hooded gaze--long eyelashes beckoning him closer. When he reaches the center of the studio, he stops for further instruction, standing with confidence and poise. 

"You chose well, baby. I love it." He gives a slow twirl, pivoting on his slim heel to show off the back, pausing to give the younger man a good look. "...do you like it?"

“I really like it.. I knew you’d look perfect in this.” Jungkook drinks in the entirety of his lover, his heavy gaze not leaving a single inch of the model's body unseen. The lingerie is perfect, covering just enough—but doesn’t hide anything. His hungry eyes travel down the blonde model’s back; from his slender back to his plump ass, not to mention how the posture from the heels make it stand out even more. “Did you bring the small bag?” He asks, beckoning Jimin to come closer with a wave of his hand, itching to feel his delicate body beneath his fingertips.

Jimin nods yes, stepping towards his lover. "I didn't peek, I was good." He says it in an innocent tone, as if he doesn't look like a goddamn succubus in fuck-me heels. A brilliant red strap of his bralette slips down his shoulder, which he takes his time slipping back into place. Even if he feels a bit out of place in this new look, he pulls it off with grace and seduction.

Jimin hands the bag to Jungkook. "I'm sure whatever it is, it'll make this moment even better." He kneels at the photographer's feet in a natural subservient position, resting his elbows on the man's thighs and peering up at him for further instruction.

"Yes." Jungkook says softly while taking the bag in his hands, giving Jimin an approving smile. While his face remains unbothered, the strain of his half erect cock proves that he's anything but. The visuals of the elder in such sinful fabrics drives him crazy, and eager to ruin them in every way he pleases. "You're such a good boy to me. Always trusting me with your everything."

Jungkook digs into the bag, pulling out a small, high end lipstick. He puts the bag to the side, grabbing Jimin's chin with his free hand while popping the lid off the lipstick with his thumb, leaning forward in his seat to get a proper look of his lover's bare face. 

"Pout." He instructs, twirling the little stick to slide the blood red lipstick from hiding, bringing it close to Jimin's plump lips. When the blonde does as told, he gently swipes the crimson color onto the delicate skin of Jimin's lower lip. His cock throbs at how effortlessly it stains his pretty mouth, and he keeps adding more; layer after layer until he's satisfied with the deep, bloody red adorning one of many favorite features of his man. 

"You look like a doll already, so pretty.." Jungkook sighs, a mixture of his adoration and sexual frustration building at the sight. But he's patient, and leans back a bit to inspect his work, moving his hold on the smaller man's jaw to rub his thumb over Jimin's lips, staining the pad of his finger in the process.

A moan presses passed Jimin’s pursed pout. All he’s ever wanted since he met the mysterious man is to be everything for him—there, at his feet, living to serve his deepest desires. To give a taste of his commitment to the role, he swipes his pierced tongue over the finger in a slow motion.

“I can see how hard you’re getting, Kookie...” He takes the thumb between his stained lips and circles his tongue around it, releasing with a light pop. “...seeing me like this, dressed in the underwear you chose...” He peers down at the slick thumb and admires the prominent stain—a perfect shade to match the rest of his ensemble. “...bet you’d love to admire every inch of your creation.” Jimin circles his tongue around the digit once more and pulls it into his mouth, humming his pleasure into the photographer’s skin. He brings a hand up to palm his lover’s stiffening length through unbuttoned pants.

"Mm, you know exactly what I like." Jungkook purrs, glancing down for a moment to watch Jimin's delicate hand touch his hard length, now prominent through the fabrics keeping it hidden. His gaze travels back to the model's face. Seeing Jimin's doe eyes look up at him with such submission, admiration... love. It drives the photographer mad with desire.

"There's so much I wanna do to you." He breathes out, his sentence ending with a quiet moan as he bucks up into Jimin's small palm. When his lust takes over, slowly and steadily, his impulses grow more reckless. "Or make you do, for me.." He adds before swiping his thumb over the lipstick once more, dragging the pad of his digit further past the corner of the model's mouth. A stripe smeared in red adorns Jimin's cheek like a small chelsea smile-effect. Jungkook's hand moves back down to wrap behind Jimin's neck, covering his nape with the warmth of his palm as he leans forward to draw his lover in for a messy kiss, aiding in the destruction of the pretty lipstick he'd just applied. 

A red mess is created between the two, their lips coated with splashes of the color and the taste of chemicals mixing with their saliva. But Kook doesn't care—instead, he enjoys every second of it, forcing his tongue between Jimin's parted lips to claim his mouth.

"Look at you..." Jungkook murmurs when he pulls back, the thick string of saliva connecting their tongues breaking off when he speaks, watching it fall to stick to Jimin's chin. "Your makeup got ruined, what a shame.." The faux concern in his tone is evident in contrast to the pleased fire in his eyes. He takes the lipstick, grabbing the blonde's jaw a bit harder this time to reapply, not bothering to wipe off the already smeared makeup around the lips. "Baby... Take my dick out while I fix this, I'm aching."

Jimin pants, left breathless from the younger man's kiss. "Mm--ah...okay." His hand resumes gentle strokes over the clothed length, just feeling for a moment while he distracts his mind from his own growing erection. The press of his pink swollen cock head tests the integrity of the lace, making it bulge out noticeably. When his hand slips into Jungkook's pants to pet him bare, he can't bite back the whimpers of need that brush his partner's fingers.

"Y-you really are aching." Jimin's mouth salivates, murmuring the words to avoid messing up Jungkook's artwork. "Fuck...so big, baby." The blonde model uses one hand to tug down his lover's pants and underwear while the other maintains a languid pace over his silken skin. He takes a pause to bring his messy lips close, wetting Jungkook's shaft with an audible spit that dribbles down his chin. He's never been perfect at following instructions when arousal fogs his mind. At this moment, he needs to hear the slick sounds of cock in his hand. He needs to feel the warmth of blood pulsating under his touch, stiffening and dripping for more. 

"May I taste you, sir?" He reverts back to his role, asking sweetly, nipping the bottom lip and smudging the lipstick even more. "Please."

“How can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?” Jungkook looks at his creation, already seeing the blonde mess up the lipstick with his spit and nipping of his lips. It both pleased him and annoyed him, but the heavy arousal weighing on him clouds his judgement and makes him more forgiving towards Jimin’s light disobedience. It’s to be expected, and seeing his lips messy and smeared with red while sucking his cock is all the photographer could think of, for now. “If that’s what my baby wants,” he sighs, reaching out to smudge the other end of the corner of the model's mouth, finishing the joker-like smile on his cheeks. 

Kook leans back in his seat again, moving his hands to rest on his thighs. Kook’s gaze is focused on Jimin, drinking in every feature, observing every little movement. He zeroes in on his messy lips, and feels a moan scratching at the back of his throat at the sight. He can’t wait to see his lover turn into a broken mess, one step at a time. 

“Suck it deeply.. take all of it. No teasing.”

To test the waters, Jimin gives a light swipe along the bottom of Jungkook's shaft, drawing his pink muscle up to the tip and swirling it around the leaking slit in tight circles. 

"Mm, uhm—ahh..." Jimin becomes vocal, humming around the thick length as he pops it in and out of his plump lips, watching it twitch with delight each time he strips Jungkook of his building pleasure. Jungkook said not to tease, but the pretty little blonde craves to feel each shudder of arousal. Each touch from him is live-wired to the younger man, and Jimin feels powerful by causing it to happen. Plus, as an added perk, he knows the slow and drawn-out pace will cause more trouble for him in the long-run. And...what's life without a little pain? He anticipates it. He knows, as nicely as he's dressed, his partner can easily turn him into a crying mess without any regard for the flashy fine clothing. No amount of silk and lace can conceal his inner need to be lovingly destroyed. 

With a lasting swipe of his hot tongue across the ridge of Jungkook's tip, Jimin pops it into between his rouge lips, already smearing a bit of the lipstick over the smooth skin. He bobs his head to wet the throbbing cock, spilling his saliva down the length of it with little to no regard for the mess it creates. He knows, better than anyone, the messier he is, the better.

"Ah, mmh—I told you, no teasing..." Jungkook huffs with furrowed brows, focused on how well Jimin takes his girthy length all the way, dragging his tongue against the smooth skin, watching himself get covered in saliva and faint marks of the lipstick.

"Always making it difficult for me, looking so sweet and innocent..." Jungkook licks his lips at the sight of the elder's messy mouth, makeup smearing past his lips and drooling down his chin onto his length. He's sucked the photographer's cock countless times, so he knows exactly how to do it, and his gag reflex had become close to nonexistent. But, that doesn't mean it's not there, one just has to use a bit of force. "But you're anything but innocent, aren't you? Sucking me off like a cockhungry whore." The photographer bites back a moan, unable to keep his hands off of Jimin for too long before he's already weaving his fingers through his lover's blonde curls to get a good grip. He's gentle at first, just feeling the motion of Jimin's head bob up and down his length, wet sounds and whiny, muffled moans filling the room as no other sound is audible inside the isolated space.

"So be it. If you want my cock that badly, then keep sucking." Jungkook tugs at Jimin's hair, forcing his head to move harder and faster. His generous length makes space in the model's delicate throat, forcing the continuous pool of drool to seep from Jimin's mouth to add to the mess, not allowing him to get off to breathe except from his nose.

Jimin crosses his ankles and rests his bare butt on top of the heels. They clack together as he bends forward and bobs his head steadily, opening up his throat to feel Jungkook's wet tip guide the way. Inch by fleshy inch, his lover's cock fills the space within him. It causes his own cock to peek out of the slim red lace and poke Jimin's abdomen as he bends deep. The blonde swallows around Jungkook's fat cock and holds still, warming it as deep as he can possibly bear, forcing himself to wait until he feels lightheaded.

When his lungs burn for breath, he withdraws slowly, tonguing the prominent veins that bulge along his lover's shaft. "Mmf...g-ah—ack!" He chokes on the last couple inches and holds his small palms in the inner curve of Jungkook's thighs for balance. "...Mine. All mine...tastes so yummy," he emphasizes, swiping a bead of precum directly from the leaking slit. Lost in his own little world, feeling pretty yet needy for friction, he wraps a hand around the shaft and strokes it up and down quickly.

" I-I'm your whore, sir." He looks the part—plump lips and cheeks stained with red, stringing long strands of his spit to the younger's twitching head. To the outside world, he's nothing but the most well-kept, straight-laced individual. Here? He lets go entirely, making his body available for use without a care of how someone else perceives him. The only opinion that matters is the man before him. 

Jimin looks down and notices a strap of his bralette had fallen down, only matching his role of sultry temptress...quickly morphing to messy slut. He purposefully lets the other strap fall, looking up at Jungkook with beckoning lashes. 

"Am I doing well?"

"Mm.. Could do better." Jungkook lies, towering over Jimin's small frame on the floor. His long, raven curls fall forward, framing his sharp features. Being in this position, seeing everything from above, makes him feel so utterly powerful. And Jimin's big, glossy eyes meeting his own only adds to the fire that awakens every single hormone in his body.

In reality, Jimin is doing well. In fact, he's doing an amazing job at driving the photographer mad. His cock twitches delightfully in the model's hands, his abdomen tightening in excitement and heart fluttering beneath his heaving ribcage.

"A job well done isn't without your pretty tears, baby." Jungkook says softly, taking deep breaths to keep his voice from wavering too much in pleasure. He strokes his fingers through his lover's bright, silky curls, coaxing him to take him back into his mouth. "Choke on it, but don't make me cum... Just enough to make your eyes sparkle for me."

Jimin chokes on nothing but a quick gasp. "O-of course." He shrinks under Jungkook's commanding gaze and rubs his thighs together, wishing he had permission to adjust his now fully erect cock. To solidify his subservience, on top of his now glassy eyes, he takes another step and clasps his hands behind his back. No ties or cuffs are necessary, although he'd enjoy being bound tight and abused for being a tease—it was the plan all along.

"I love you," he whispers, swallowing down a fresh wave of emotion and looking up to let Jungkook admire the first tear roll down his cheek. The wet droplet catches the makeup and slips off his chin to seep into his bright red lingerie. Jimin holds eye contact and sticks out his tongue, showing off the pretty piece of jewelry at the center, right where Jungkook placed it nearly a year ago. He gives a couple testing kitten licks, then hovers his pout over the tip, plunging the full length down his throat without a testing suck. No more teasing, he tells himself, gagging around the fat cock. 

Just as Jungkook demanded, Jimin strips himself of breath until he's crying for relief. Hands still clasped tight and out of the way, he's given himself no way of escape, showing his true resilience and commitment to the task he's given.

“Oh, my Jimin..” Jungkook sighs in pleasure, watching how his hefty length disappears into the welcoming warmth of his lover's throat. The flesh contracts around him when the model gags, squeezing tightly to draw more low moans and grunts from the photographer. “You’re doing so well now.” He praises, brushing his thumb beneath Jimin’s eye to catch a few tears. He’s convinced that although there’s a million types of makeup to make one look perfect, Jimin looks his prettiest when his skin is glowing from the shine of his tears. The way his submissive stare from below is sparkling like little stars, just for Jeon Jungkook. The way Jimin will endure anything to please.

“Nobody is prettier than you.” Jungkook bites his lower lip at the sight below, and grows impatient. He keeps a tight grip on his lover's hair, cock deeply buried in his throat while he stands up from his seat. “Nobody could ever compare to you, butterfly.” He hisses, feeling the heat of his words creep onto his cheeks while meeting the elders glossy eyes. He withdraws his hips slowly, only to thrust forward and lodge the head of his jeweled cock as deep as possible. He sighs, lip quivering at his lover's compliance. It’s too exciting, his body is practically shaking with itching, aggressive longing to destroy Jimin further. Patience, he reminds himself. It is their special night, so he wants to ensure Jimin feels like the most desired human in the universe.

The warming praise gives Jimin the courage he needs to slide his lips up the rigid length, gliding his wet ribbed tongue in gentle sweeps. His throat burns from the intrusion, yet, it's a familiar sensation and it does very little to detract him from bobbing his head and building up the photographer until he's at his brink. Slick, slobbery sucks and the occasional gag and gasp for breath becomes the playlist of their evening. Even the model becomes affected by his own desperate sounds. He wiggles his plump butt in a subtle motion to take his attention off the desire pulsing in his veins. He sucks and tongues, staring up at Jungkook until his vision blurs with a wave of new tears. Jimin rests back on his heels to catch his breath, letting the throbbing cock flop out of his mouth and into his hand, holding it firm and continuing to bring his lover close to the edge without immediate relief.

"Fuck me." The second the words leave his swollen lipstick-smeared lips is the moment he cracks, just a little. Hot tears fall down Jimin's cheeks--hand stroking the soaked length until he's trembling to be touched. "I n-need you, Kookie."

Within what seems like a split second, Jungkook dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Jimin; framing his small face in his large palms to draw him in for a messy kiss. He can taste everything-- the mixture of lipstick and saliva, sullied with the taste of his own cock lingering on the model's tongue. But the highlight of it all is the salty topping of Jimin's tears, a clear result of his effort and submission that he worked himself so hard that his body rejected it-- and yet endured to fulfill the photographer's desires.

"Haah, you need me?" Jungkook chuckles when he pulls back from the heated kiss, lingering close to softly press his lips over Jimin's damp cheeks. His own are stained with a faint red, transferred from the elder's pillowy ones.

"Sure you're not tired of this cock?" He smiles as he continues to kiss away Jimin's tears, tongue poking out to lick his cheek as his hot breath fans his face. While he does so, his hands let go of Jimin's face to smooth down his slender form, snaking behind his back until they settle on his ass, mercilessly squeezing the flesh between his fingers. "After you got a taste of Joonie, maybe I won't be enough?" Jungkook's wolfish smile doesn't falter, knowing this will tug at his lover's heartstrings. His kisses travel south, leaving red sucks and bites to blossom on the model's fair skin in it's path down to find a spot by his collarbone where he sucks harshly, certain that it'll leave a possessive mark behind.

"Joonie?" The tears on Jimin's cheeks glisten under the studio lights. His quivering bottom lip juts out in a pout as he naturally leans into the breath of Jungkook's suckles. The hot, tongued, needy markings become painful. Jimin huffs out a low moan. "Hyung was big...but he doesn't taste like you...fuck--" He takes Jungkook's face between his hands and returns the kiss, mashing their lips together messily, parting his mouth and giving him a longing taste of what he desires most. The model draws back slowly, making sure thin strands of their combined saliva string between their tongues, obvious for his lover to admire.

"You're more than enough..." Jimin whispers, letting a hand drop back to Jungkook's swollen cock, still dripping wet with his spit and precum. "I only beg for you, baby. I only want you...playing with me...fucking me...using me until I c-cry." He scoots forward and lets the length drop from his hand, then lifts his knees to straddle the photographer's lap on the floor. While the move may be a little too desperate, he doesn't have a single shred of care in his small body. He aches to feel his love's large hands tug at the lingerie, to feel the way his dripping cock strains against the material, and how it hugs his tense thighs. More than anything, he wants to rock his plump cheeks over Jungkook's shaft, until he's shaking to rip off every bit of red satin and lace from his skin. Jimin pleas in a cracked voice. "Will you make me cry, Kookie?"

"How can you say it so sweetly, as if you aren't crying already..." Jungkook admires the disheveled man before him, lips swollen and messy with smeared makeup. The loose bands of the bralette hang down Jimin's small biceps, adding to the vision in the photographer's mind. "You know how I love it when you beg like this." The younger's strained voice breaks into a low, needy growl when aggression fuels his sadistic desires to go further. Jimin knows this is just one of his ways to show his affection, this is how he's always been, and will continue to always be. Jungkook's greedy hands knead at the flesh of Jimin's ass, nails scraping the fabrics of the lingerie, tugging so harshly that it struggles to not break in his grasp. He spreads the model's ass, keeping the lingerie in the way of his tight entrance as his rigid length rubs against it.

"I don't want you to cry..." Jungkook presses Jimin's ass down, rubbing his cock between the soft cheeks of the model's ass. He looks at his face, never wavering the intense eye contact he initiates while one hand withdraws from it's hold to scavenge the floor next to him, grabbing the opened lipstick. He leans forward, one arm snaking around Jimin's small waist to keep him in place, thick length snugly pressed beneath the blonde's weight while the other hand resumes to add another layer of lipstick, fixing the mess without cleaning up what's been smeared. "I want you to scream so loud that you cannot make a single sound," He smiles, pressing the lipstick harder against his lips, adding a second layer, watching the product crumble a little. "I want you to choke on your own cries, because you can't think of anything else but me."

One last swipe, and Jungkook moves on to draw a little heart in the middle of Jimin's chest, filling it in meticulously. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in focus, before he finishes and looks back up at the elder. "Now..." He sighs, feeling the painful aching when his cock throbs against the damp lingerie separating himself from being inside of Jimin. He nudges his chin in the direction behind him towards the armchair. "Get up."

The soft pink curve of Jungkook’s lips tempts Jimin to lean in and sully his fair skin with the clumpy lipstick. But he refrains, because he trusts the vision of his photographer—always. He looks like sin—dressed as an upscale whore, made a hot mess by the various layers of makeup applied between spit-slicked kisses and mouth fucking. He would have never chosen this look for himself, and that’s part of the thrill. It’s fresh and exciting, knowing only he can fulfill this erotic vision; being the only muse fit for the occasion, or any other.

“Yes, sir.” Jimin stands to his feet, a little wobbly as he adjusts to the height of the heels. The chair feels miles away the farther the small model steps away from his partner. Yet, the mystery of what could come next makes his heart thunder in his chest. He rubs his lips together to smooth the luxe lipstick, rubbing beyond his natural lines to make his pillowy plush pout look even fuller. Jimin sits on the chair, prim and proper with his legs crossed, pointing the tip of a slim heel in Jungkook’s direction.

“How would you like me?” He asks innocently in a sweet tone, as if he isn’t dressed in women’s lingerie, practically dripping with precum, hard cock straining against the lace.

“Like that, just like that...'' Jungkook stares up from his position on the floor, crawling forward on all fours like a predator slowly approaching it's prey. A new spark of various emotions swirl in his gaze, ranging from admiration and affection-- drowning in the crazed hunger that seeps through his blown out pupils. Having the Park Jimin looking like a hot mess made his cock stir painfully as he tucked himself back in his underwear, leaving the pants undone. It wasn't his turn yet, and as they both know-- the reward of patience will be immensely satisfying.

"Can you imagine if anybody else saw you like this? Every media source would explode, the internet would be on fire." Jungkook sighs dreamily from the mere thought of it. What makes it so good, is the fact that he remains the only person... Well, out of two, in the world to see the famous model and designer turn into a submissive plaything. "You'd lose everything... And for what? To please me?" Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling in a mocking manner as if it's unbelievable that Jimin would go such daring lengths of risking everything, time and time again, just to keep Jeon Jungkook happy.

Just to be his whore.

"And that is why I love you... You know exactly how I like you." The photographer says softly. His gaze drinks up the view above him, from Jimin's messy pout, down his clammy, heaving chest, to his crossed thighs hiding the pretty little cock that is most definitely screaming for relief.

"A needy whore. A compliant whore." Jungkook murmurs to himself when his gaze finds the heel pointing at him. His hands greedily reach out to grab Jimin's delicate ankle, kissing and biting at the stockings covering his soft skin. His free hand grabs the shoe, slowly sliding it off to place it on the floor with unexpected care. He looks up at the blonde again, his dark stare softening at the small gasps continuously pushing past Jimin's swollen lips. Kook kisses travel further down, his own breaths becoming heavy and shaky at how feminine Jimin's small foot looks, covered with the see through fabrics, holding it in his hand like it's the most precious thing he's ever seen.

"A doll." He smiles, closing his eyes when he indulges, flattening his tongue to lick a long, slow, stripe from Jimin's heel to his toe.

“S-shit...” The wet pink muscle tickles Jimin’s sensitive arch, but the pressure of it makes it more enjoyable than he anticipated. Every square inch of his body has been worshipped, marked, pleasured, pained, and all the rest of it—every sensation imaginable, Jungkook has inflicted it with purpose. Even as he pleases his own carnal impulses, he dangles new kinks in the model’s face, tempting him to grasp them tight.

“What are you—“ He knew the second he slipped on those tantalizing stilettos that there was a greater plan in store. The dagger-sharp, pointed heels could easily be used as weapons. After a year with Jungkook, he’s learned how much weaponry and danger makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Jimin moans delicately.

“Do you like my feet, puppy?” The glide of Jungkook’s tongue can be felt through the sheer fabric, seeping the moisture of his spit down to the skin. “Want to taste more?” Sitting on his makeshift throne makes him feel power and strength. He’s well aware that in a heartbeat he can be rag-dolled in any position the younger man desires, but he’s placed in a position of command with his partner at his feet. So he lifts his other foot off the floor and places the sharp point of his shoe onto Jungkook’s thigh, digging it into the muscle just a bit. “Tear the stockings, please.” Jimin’s voice shakes. “R-ruin them. Take it off, with your teeth.”

Jungkook's grasp around Jimin's ankle tightens when he feels the pointy heel dig into his thigh, drawing a low moan from deep within his chest. He gazes up at Jimin through his dark lashes, crooking an eyebrow.

"What was that?" his wicked smile is hiding behind Jimin's foot, which he kisses the sole of between his words. "I thought I heard the doll speak, I must be mad..." Jungkook purposely put Jimin in this position, knowing exactly how it'd make him feel to see the photographer on his knees. The bratty side to the model always knew how to spur-- or in this case, literally step on his nerves to get what he wants. It all serves to the buildup of a bigger purpose; the more riled up Jungkook becomes, the harder Jimin gets fucked. And he knows it too well. Just how long it'll take before he gets what he wants, is the big question.

He looks up at his hot mess of a lover again, saying nothing as he silently obeys his wish when he bites down on the fabrics, carelessly dragging his teeth against the fair skin as he does so. He pulls back, ripping the expensive material off like a kid that's too excited on Christmas to care about whether the wrapping paper is torn to shreds. He nips at the broken fabrics, slowly sliding it off from his lower leg and down to slip it off his foot, audibly spitting it out from his mouth to lunge back in. His hands withdraw to settle on the other leg, still covered and dressed with the heel that so deliciously stings into his muscular thigh. He strokes it gently, so carefully it must tickle more than anything, while wrapping his plush, lipstick stained lips around Jimin's toe, sucking and tonguing it shamelessly with low hums in satisfaction and hot breaths through his nose.

It is overwhelming to even think about the erotic visuals he's capturing on camera, so much that his cheeks flush with heat, and his thick bulge twitches with every little stroke of his tongue that snakes around and in-between the model's petite toes.

"Gah--fucking...shit--ah!" Jimin chokes on a whine as his first digit slips into Jungkook's hot mouth. Each delicate nerve ending sparks to life and ripples tingly pleasurable goosebumps up his legs. He clamps his thighs shut and adjusts the heel, scraping into the fabric of his pants, testing the limit of Jungkook's flesh. Mind over matter, the small male wriggles his butt in his seat, internally battling the conflicting tickly sensations vs his overbearing arousal. With just a single toe suckled between his favorite pair of messy lips, his mind numbs and his limbs tense to claw for leverage. Feeling this, and seeing it happen--admiring the way Jungkook's long lashes close gently as he indulges in the moment. Jimin grips the chair arms in both hands and tears his sharp nails into the upholstery. Jimin mewls, straining to keep quiet, allowing his partner to focus on his indulgence.

“Mm--ah, ah, god..." He closes his eyes and simply feels the movement of the wet muscle, licking between his toes, around them, sucking them into his mouth, until they're glistening in his saliva. "M-more--more..." he whispers, slapping a hand over his begging lips. He broke the stocking, slid it off of him with his teeth without any regard to the price or quality of the fabric. No moment of hesitation to argue against the command or counter with something more enjoyable for both of them. Spoiled, is the word Jimin thinks of...he's pampered in this position, given exactly what he needs, like a prized porcelain doll.

"M-mooore," he whines from behind his hand, biting hard into the soft skin between his pointer finger and thumb, muffling the garbled sounds and using pressure to distract. His eyes seek the recording camera before letting a tear slide down his ruddy cheek, swiping his small tongue over his rouge pout and swallowing hard. "Baby, f-feels--mmf...so good. Looks so pretty..."

With a wet pop, Jungkook withdraws his lips from Jimin's cleaned up toes. His eyes open slowly as he does so, looking up at the overwhelmed man above, shaking with his arousal and inner battle to stay still and receiving the reward. Who the reward is for remains a mystery.

"So greedy... Didn't know you loved having your filthy toes sucked so much." He hums, glancing down at the wet patch of precum staining his underwear, a clear result of just how much he enjoys it as well. "What else do you want?"

Jungkook doesn't look at Jimin while asking, but keeps his attention on the slender legs in front of him. He grabs the model's ankle, uncrossing his legs to spread them wide, scuffing closer between to where he can access and lean his cheek against Jimin's inner thigh, so close but so far away from the aching, pretty cock that's barely covered by the soft lace.

"You're really digging that heel into my leg, baby... Ouch..." He sighs, feeling his length throb with every movement that twists the heel into his flesh. He purposely chose sharp heels, feeling his mixture of bad temper, impatience and lust fill him with every hot breath pushing past his lips. He snakes a hand down between his legs, slipping past the waistband of his boxers to squeeze his cock tightly, staring up at Jimin with doe puppy eyes, rubbing his cheek against the clammy skin of the blonde's thigh. "It hurts, hmm.. Ah.." He closes his eyes again, kissing the skin softly, seemingly gentle-- until his lips curl into a small smile, parting his teeth only to bite down on Jimin's flesh, leaving a possessive mark behind.

Jimin's nails tear away from the upholstery and grasp Jungkook by the roots.

"Sss--ow, fuuck." The fresh mark lays very close to the tattoo on his thigh, still brilliantly colorful with dark shading, like he got it weeks prior. A bruise begins to bloom between the embedded dips where Jungkook's teeth sunk in. It's hot and tender and ignites the rest of his skin to an even coat of blush. Without noticing, Jimin drags his heel down gradually, brought to attention when it clacks onto the floor in front of Jungkook's knelt frame...Tempting…

"Oh, baby. It hurts, huh?" Jimin coos as his fingers naturally soothe the sensitive skin of his lover's scalp. He notices a new hole in Jungkook's pants where his heel punctured through, straight down to the skin. On the fine tip of the heel is a subtle patch of blood where he scraped a little too roughly. "Poor puppy..."

It's a rare occasion to have the photographer in such a submissive state, but he seems to enjoy it more and more once Jimin inflicts a little pain. So that's exactly what the model does, to give back the pleasure and revel in the pristine imagery of his lover on bent knees to please. "Lick it," Jimin says in a quiet voice, bringing his heel to his partner's lips. He clears his throat and states it again, louder and with confidence, wrapping his other leg over Jungkook's shoulder and pulling him closer to the sharp point. "Just like you did my toes, clean this pretty heel."

"Mm? That's what you want..." Jungkook squeezes his cock tighter, blocking the blood flow until he feels his pulse thunder through the swollen tip. He tilts his head to the side slightly, giving Jimin a good view of the way he leans in and opens his mouth wide. His tongue snakes around the sharp heel, scooping up the droplet of his own blood to coat his wet muscle in a thin layer of red. His raised eyebrows serve as a silent question of whether or not he is doing it right... And by the way Jimin's big eyes are quivering as they meet his own, he's more than certain of the answer.

Jungkook hums lowly, a deep moan caught in his throat when he tugs the waistband down to set his cock free from hiding once more, openly massaging his slick length to the way he keeps licking the heel, from the sharpness to the sole, a flattened tongue dragging up like a dog lapping up their favorite meal.

"That's g-good...so good." Any mortal man would go cross eyed from the sinful sight. Jimin is made tougher than most, strong from being with Jungkook, but he's easily bent and broken from the simplest sights. Anything from the younger man melts the model's mind to horny mush--trying on a new pair of Versace shades, or hitting a high score on Overwatch, or sloppily sipping a bananamilk until the container runs dry. This visual, however...is quite complex. The blonde sweats lightly, swallowing tight and combing his fingers through Jungkook's shaggy raven locks, getting lost in the action. He isn't even directly touched, and yet, he feels electric shock waves of pleasure from simply watching Jungkook thumb over his dripping cock head and lap the razor sharp edge of his stiletto.

"Keep touching yourself," he whimpers, gaze hungrily following the younger man's slippery pink tongue slide over the last unsullied strip of heel. "A-and...gah...don't cum." Jimin wrenches his eyes shut and moves his other hand down to touch himself too. His hand grips his needy length tight through the sheer fabric and he bucks upward to chase the friction. In the process, he jolts the heel between his love's lips and gives the plump bottom pout a swift cut. "Shit, puppy, I-I'm..."

Jungkook grunts, flinching slightly from the unexpected. He looks down, seeing as blood drips from his lip to the floor into a growing puddle, deep enough to give a burning sensation in his delicate skin. Deep enough to fuel his various emotions..

"You got too greedy." He mumbles, not bothering to wipe it off as it creates a red string of liquid running down his chin when he looks up at Jimin. His doe eyes fade into the familiar dark stare that the model knows too well. Jungkook could only hold his faux submission for so long, his generosity for the night of giving Jimin the sense of power running out quickly.

"But you just can't control yourself, can you?" Jungkook gets up on his feet, placing his hands on the armrests while towering close over Jimin, face inches away from the mess of a man. "What am I gonna do with such a slut... Getting so excited you can't even sit still in a fuckin' chair." He hisses, swiping up the blood on his lip with his tongue, mixing it with his spit. He grabs Jimin's jaw tightly, forcing his mouth open, tilting his little head back while he hovers over him. "Guess you'll just have to reap what you sow, little whore." He murmurs against Jimin's lips before he parts his own, letting the bloody mixture of his saliva drip into Jimin's lips, seeping into his mouth. He keeps a tight grip on the model, not letting him move or reject the offer the photographer gives him. Kook shimmies out of his pants while he does so, slowly climbing on top to straddle Jimin's lap, caging his small frame onto the chair.

The model nods rapidly, brushing the bloody mixture between their painted lips.

"I'll take it all." A string of Jungkook's red saliva trails between their parted mouths as Jimin arches up and steals a couple desperate kisses. "Anything you want to do t-to me." Whether he believes his own words or not is a big mystery. When he says anything, he forgets just how unpredictable and harsh his love can be when provoked. But in the moment, it feels right, especially when the heat of Jungkook's bare cock is felt so close to where he wants it most.

Jimin reaches his arms around Jungkook's torso, feels the muscles of his back tense and release while he finds his footing. He breathes in through his nose to smell the gentle cologne and musk of the photographer, and the very faint but nostalgic and calming scent of his shampoo. Jimin flicks out his tongue and tastes the rust that lingers atop the lipstick, closes his teary eyes to center himself before the pain takes hold. Perhaps there will be humiliation, or both, simultaneously.

"Anything, huh..." Jungkook looks at Jimin through mischievous eyes. His cock lays heavy against the model's clammy stomach, twitching at the new idea running through his mind. Normally, this is not something he would desire.. But this is a special occasion, and the action would fit the punishment and sate the unusual urges coaxing him to do what he does next. Jungkook leans in to kiss Jimin, keeping one palm on his lover's messy cheek. Jimin's lipstick moistens up, once again staining the photographer's mouth in their hot kiss-- a distraction from the way his other hand snakes behind him when he lifts his hips up, grabbing the elder's aching cock. He doesn't do much to prepare more than spread the slick precum along Jimin's length before guiding the swollen tip to his ass, stopping when he slowly sinks down on it until just the head slips in, drawing a hot gasp to push past his lips.

"Do not move." Jungkook whispers, kissing down the blonde's jaw to his neck, taking a few deep breaths as he sinks down further until Jimin's entire length is buried inside. Kook stays still for merely seconds, not allowing himself to adjust properly before he heaves himself up halfway, only to fall back down. The sound of his plump ass flattening against Jimin's thighs mixes in with the quiet grunts in pain and pleasure coming from him. It isn't his favorite thing to do-- preferably on the giving end, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy feeling Jimin writhe beneath him in various ways. Supposedly, Jungkook remains on the giving end, whether it's his cock or his ass that is the gift.

"Mmh, 's tight... Right?" He settles his hands on Jimin's chest, tilting his head to the side as he sits up straight to watch the man below from his higher view. His hips show less mercy as he gets used to it, finding a slow rhythm, "And your cock isn't even that big..." he shakes his head, feeling the heat on his cheeks in the form of a lustful blush when he finds an angle that brushes his prostate, grinding his ass down to chase that feeling over and over. "Just shows how much of a cockwhore you are for being able to take one as big as mine, ah shit.."

Jimin's sweaty palms clamor over Jungkook's back and move down to grip him hard at the hips. His eyes roll to the back of his head as his small body is engulfed by lean muscle and a hot grip around his cock. "Kookie, you--" This is the last thing he expected to happen--watching helplessly and breathing labored breaths as Jungkook's taut rim rides him rough. The sensation is more than expected, and much more than he remembers. "I can't, baby, it's too...much--fuck--" Nails pierce slicked skin as Jimin thrusts up to chase the hot clenching hole. Each time Jungkook pulls up, he whimpers at the loss and uses his wavering strength to pull him back down with an audible smack. The weight of the photographer is much more than he can bear, but he digs his heel into the ground to hold what little balance he has left, so hard he's sure the pin-point could snap at any moment. "So tight...around my cock...hahhh." Jimin's breaths grow weaker and thinner, gradually winded from the smack, smacking against his reddened thighs. "I--I--" He bites onto Jungkook's arm to hold steady, watching the room wobble in his peripherals. "Might c-cum in--gah!"

"Hah... I t-told you not to move." Jungkook's shaky, strained voice came out as a hiss between breathy gasps every time his ass collided with Jimin's firm thighs. Jimin's series of disobedient actions didn't bother Jungkook as much as they normally would, as this is a special occasion after all-- especially when he willingly put himself in a faux submissive state just to allow Jimin to indulge in a different way for the night. "Now you'll have to deal w-with, iiit-- fuck.." He clenches Jimin's hard cock tight when the latter bites onto his arm, the rush of the pain making him fuck himself rougher on top of the model. "Now you started it, so fuck me harde-er! Don't stop.." Jungkook growls lowly, shamelessly moaning and watching his own cock rub and drool against Jimin's stomach. With one hand firmly on Jimin's chest, the other smoothes up his neck to wrap around it, applying just enough pressure to put his lover in a deeper haze, ensuring that although he's not sure whether or not he's allowed to cum inside, he will have no other choice but to do so-- Jungkook wants him to lose any self control, and fill him up with shame and fear in his eyes of doing something he wasn't permitted to.

The straps of Jimin's bralette slaps off his shoulders once again, the small cups of it sliding around his chest the more his bouncing partner rubs against it. The momentum and chafe of the fabric teases his sensitive buds and makes them stiff, red, and swollen. So he lets the rest of the fabric fall down his body until his chest is bare, dewy with sweat. "Yes--hah ahh...s-sir." His own confirmation tapers to a pathetic whine as his breath weakens. Jungkook's grasp pins him by the neck, into the chair. The only freedom he's granted is the weak thrust of his hips to fuck the younger man from below, which he does to the best of his ability, growing weaker by the second. He won't stop, even if it means he blacks out from exertion, which feels closer than he likes to admit. Jimin pants heavily and digs in his fingertips. "I'll fill up this p-pretty hole." He speaks with delirious lust lacing his tone, just the way he would want to hear it. "Is that what you want, baby? Fuck, you're so t-tight--ahh! Can't wait..."

Jungkook leans in closer, slowing down his harsh thrusts only to replace them with slow, deep grinding. He licks his bloody lower lip, nodding while staring down at Jimin's heavy, zoned out gaze. He's losing it completely, and yet he tries too hard to please and do as told, and it warms the photographer's heart-- and it makes his cock leak profusely with the immense need to cum. So, therefore, he needs Jimin to break so he can finally give back what he's been holding for what feels like hours. "Yeah, fill me up well baby. Cum in me as deep as you possibly fuckin' can." The younger says with his low, lustful tone, still keeping his hold on Jimin's throat without loosening or tightening it. He inches closer to kiss his face, hot breaths huffing to warm his lover's skin with every grunt and moan that leaves his lips when he feels Jimin's hard cock prodding at his prostate with every fluid motion of his hips. "Cum," Jungkook repeats, deliberately clenching down on Jimin's cock, licking his cheek possessively, "Claim me with your filthy cum."

"Anything you want--ah!" Jimin's eyes screw shut as he rocks his thrusts up into Jungkook's wanting hole. "Feel my cock dragging in and out? Feel how n-needy I am to spill every fucking drop inside you?" His mind truly turns to mush, like a fever dream, losing any semblance of here and now. Only indulging in the very millisecond in which his body trembles to feel everything, all at once. "It's all for you, baby." He pontificates his oath with a harsh thrust from below, scraping his nails until the tender flesh of Jungkook's sides, drawing blood in his wake. "Fuck my cock...bounce on i-it...gahh!" The model becomes a shell of himself, as if he's boneless, thrusting his release in labored spurts, into his young love. "Moan for me, Kookie. Tear at this expensive lingerie and tell me I'm the prettiest man that's ever fucked you raw."

Jimin’s sudden and harsh words takes Jungkook by surprise— he expected the elder to fall apart one way of the other when he came inside, but what he didn’t expect was the spark of dominance that laced his voice and transferred to the way he clawed at the youngers skin. “F-fuck, ah— ow, mmhm...” Jungkook bites back his moans, to no avail when his sides are tortured by the models sharp nails, unable to hold back his pathetic whines when he feels his insides become filled with filthy, thick gushes of warm cum. “God, Jimin— J-Jimin, it hurts...” He gasps, letting himself and allowing a glimpse of actual submission to shine through his shivering body. His hands don’t know where to be, so he does as told and grabs the bralette in his fist and tugs, using his strength that’s spurred by pain to rip it off his lovers chest, while the other hand keeps him steady by grasping into the backrest of the chair. “Shit, I didn’t know you could say such things... that’s so hot, baby.” Jungkook huffs when he gathers himself slowly, unmoving while Jimin’s cock pulsates inside of him. He sighs and whines from the painful stretch of taking it without preparation, overestimating himself and yet relishing in the uncomfortable feeling. Jungkook glanced down at his bloody waist when he lifts himself from Jimin’s lap to let the latters length slip out, a splurt of cum seeping out with it. He hums in both delight and disgust, not used to the feeling of being on the receiving end..

“You did well baby.” Jungkook reaches behind him, catching a generous amount of Jimin’s cum to coat two of his fingers before bringing it to his mouth, licking it clean for the elder to see. The coy mischief returns to his gaze, leaning close to press his swollen length against Jimin’s stomach to let him know playtime’s far from over. “My turn. You good?” He places a kiss on Jimin’s scorching lips. “I can fuck you harder than that. Show you how it’s done..”

The photographer's proposition snaps Jimin back into the moment--eyes wide and dark, needing to feel exactly what he's inadvertently promised. As if the mere mention of fucking his needy hole is enough to make the blonde bend in any which way necessary to prove Jungkook's point. "Prove it," Jimin goads, unaware of the power that laces his tone. "I'm tired of being your porcelain doll...make me your filthy whore." The model wriggles from underneath the photographer until he's free from his caging clutch. Once he's able to maneuver solo, he flips himself over and juts out his plump ass, resting his ruddy cheek against the upholstery of the chair.

“Huh... maybe I spoiled you too much.” Jungkook drinks in the view below, standing up on his feet to properly watch the way Jimin arches his back to offer his body willingly— or rather, demanding his body be used like a disposable toy. A shiver ran down his spine as he replayed Jimin’s words over and over. A challenge, that he knows the model is aware that he can beat without even thinking. He must be so lonely, that the mere thought of having his unused hole filled drives him mad with need, and the temporary dominance got to his head. Kook likes it, the power in Jimin’s voice that is so rare when they’re alone.. but more than present when he is working. It’s like he brought home his persona of professionalism, and now Jungkook would get to corrupt this mask as well.

“I’ll make my pretty doll into the filthiest and prettiest of whores. I’m sure of it.” He murmurs while he reaches behind him to slowly drag his fingers in and out of himself, gathering the remainder of Jimin’s release onto his digits. He spreads his lover's cheek to get a good look of his tight rim, pink and unused like a virgin anew. Kook licks his lip, feeling the hardened texture of the dried cut on the skin. He brings his slicked fingers to Jimin’s ass, giving him little to no warnings before slipping his two digits inside, knuckle deep. “I’m just giving it back. It came from your filthy, whorish body.. but you don’t mind. This is where cum really belongs.” He says, loving the sound of his own voice a bit too much. He loves the way Jimin’s hole clamps down on his fingers as he speaks, and the way his hole becomes wet and slick, coating his fingers more and more with his juices with every in and out drag. He curls the pads of his fingers slightly, finding that one spot that he knows drives Jimin mad— especially if the abuser of it is his hefty cock.

"Mm--g-god. Please, yes." The model looks over his shoulder to provoke Jungkook to give him more. This is just the way it needs to be to provoke--to find that spot again, plumping up his full lips with a whiny pout. "Put my cum where it belongs, please, baby." Jimin presses his hips back to match the thrusts, wrenching his eyes shut to chase the high, feeling even hotter knowing the reason his tender hole is stretched so easily is because of his own cum. He rides Jungkook's fingers, nipping his lip and beckoning him closer with small kisses, placed anywhere he can reach. Through it all, he makes sure his back remains arched so his glistening pink entrance is visible. He knows how his partner salivates at the clear sight of his fingers disappearing and reappearing, hugged by his tightening rim, hearing how needy his butterfly is for his touch. "Finger out every bit and put it inside." The messy tear-streaked blonde spreads his legs wider on the chair, leaving as much room as possible for Jungkook to fit. "T-then fuck me full of more."

"I would've asked you to beg for it, but you're already so good at that.. You really are perfect." Jungkook makes his point with a particularly deep thrust with his double digits, twisting and scissoring to ensure that his lover is comfortably gonna be able to take something much bigger than his mere fingers. "Looks like your cum is the perfect lubricant, just feel how easily I got your pretty ass gaping for cock." Jungkook groans audibly to show how much he likes the view when he withdraws his slick fingers, wiping them clean on Jimin's clothed thigh, staining it with cum. "Can't wait for you to see it how I see it. It's so hot, so cute." He adds, spreading Jimin's cheeks with his thumbs before tugging at his hips, bringing him closer to let his heavy cock rest between, gathering the slick. He slowly drags his length up and down, prodding tastefully at Jimin's eager entrance before finally giving in, sinking the swollen head of his cock inside, followed with a quiet gasp from the photographer.

"Shit, even after all of this, you're still so tight..." Jungkook digs his nails into Jimin's hips, grabbing a fistful of the thong into his hands to tug him down to take more of his length inside, pushing past the thickest part of his girth. He watches the way the elder's pink rim is stretched past it's limit and then some, the sweet pink slowly morphing into a blushed red. "Your body drives me mad, baby. Almost lookin' like a woman with these on." He crumples the material in his hand, tightening the fabrics so that it presses against Jimin's spent cock. He gives an experimental thrust forward, and decides to give little time to adjust before he begins to roll his hips forward, slowly but steadily. He will break his butterfly, and making him cum a second time would be the perfect reward.

Pressure builds rapidly in Jimin's abdomen, causing his muscles to twitch and spasm. His walls clench down on Jungkook as he presses in deep, practically forcing his way in, claiming the space he's worked hard to make. Jimin can still feel the phantom stretch of the photographer's fingers as it's quickly replaced with thick, vascular cock. It's almost painful, which is a new sensation for the willing blonde. He's always made sure to breathe through it all, relax his body and mentally prepare for how rough Jungkook may or may not like it at that moment. It's a roll of the dice, and today, anything is possible.

The tight weave of red lace chafes against the model's fair skin as Jungkook thrusts pick up in pace, threatening to tear if tested enough. As much as Jimin loves the feeling of being as pretty as a girl, he doesn't blink an eye when the remaining heel falls to the floor. "S-slower...just...y-yeah, that's--" Jimin's words break into confused pleas, easing into the scene, calming his body enough to receive his partner, inch by inch. "You feel bigger today, Kookie," he gasps, rubbing his cheek into the upholstery of the chair's back and sullying it with his salty tears. He chokes on a quiet sob and presses his hips back to meet a new thrust, "I almost can't t-take it."

"Fuuuuck, say that again." Jungkook growls through his lustful, breathy words. He snaps his hips forward, rougher and buries his cock deeply to be as close as physically possible to his pretty lover. The photographer adores Jimin's choked words, and rarely does anything beat when he cries in pain due to the mere size of his thick length claiming it's space in the model's slick flesh. "Does it hurt?" He says with a noticeable grin that transfers to the tone of his voice. He grinds his hips forward while staying inside, ensuring the jeweled head of his cock is lodged deep inside, throbbing in excitement every time he feels Jimin clench around him with every audible sob. He drags out the moment, using the blonde to warm his cock properly, still grinding deeply inside. His hands greedily roam up and down Jimin's slender back, tracing his fingers on one of his favorite hidden features of his model-- the prominent, yet delicate line where his spine lies beneath his fair skin, moving prettily with every writhing movement of his torso.

"You know how much I love it when you endure pain for me.." He sighs, smoothing his tattooed hands down his lover's thin waist until they settle on his lower back, pushing down to force a stronger arch. "Feel that baby?" Jungkook licks his lips at the sight, intentionally flexing his cock inside to make a point of how impossibly hard he is, rocking his hips back and forth lightly to create the start of a momentum. "I said," He drags his length out further with every stroke, only to plunge it back in harder and harder, "Do you," And harder, "Feel that?"

"Yes...yes, fuck!" Jimin's cries are cut short by the heady penetration. The jolts burn his cheek against the chair, but not enough to distract from the sting of his abused hole.

Sounds of slapping skin rings in the model's ears--the force of Jungkook's pelvis colliding with his plump ass, deafening. "You--You're so big, I--" Jimin presses his ass back into the next deliberate thrust and swallows a yelp, morphing it into a sharp whine. He's incredibly tender from cumming already, full to burst once again. Only this time, there's more pressure built inside, like every ounce of fluid he could possibly possess is begging to be let free. "You'll make me cum too sooon." Jimin wriggles and writhes, but only for a bit, internally reminding himself to be good. Be a good boy for his Kookie. Stay still. Keep calm. Hands lay flat on the blonde's back, littered with faint marks of possession from months before. They scarred as a reminder, marking Jimin, helping him realize his one true place in life is right where he is in this moment--beneath Jeon Jungkook, moaning, whimpering, begging for pain and receiving adoring love and devotion in return. "More," he echos, softly at first, "Harder, fuck me h-harder..."

"You're whining so prettily, baby." Jungkook praises, getting a proper grip of the model's hips to use the strength in his arms to aid the pathetic attempts of Jimin trying to meet his thrusts. The harsh slapping of their skin coming together grows louder when he picks up the pace, indulging hungrily in the elder's hot, tight, insides over and over with his cock. He wishes so badly that he could stay like this forever and repeatedly claim Jimin's body and make him lose his mind. "Asking for more, when your frail body shakes so... Fuck, it only makes me want to hurt you more." He groans when a particularly rough thrust causes Jimin to clench down, his petite body jolting and his muscles quivering while struggling to stay in position-- trying his absolute best to be good. Jungkook's hunger for more grows, and with it, he fucks Jimin harder, digging his fingers into his slim hips to keep him in place, pulling him back on his cock when he's momentarily jolting forward with every forceful thrust. "Remember what I told you earlier? How I want you to scream so loud you cannot make a sound..." The photographer glances over at the camera, knowing it gets a full proper view of Jimin's face pressing against the chair while he can't see it as well from his perspective. He wonders what kind of expressions he's making right now..

He knows he'll be able to rewatch the content later, but he wants to see more..

Jungkook leans forward a bit, still fucking Jimin, heavy audible breaths of his hard labor pushing past his lips while he reaches around Jimin's small torso, lifting him on his knees. He hugs him close, pressing his muscular chest against Jimin's smaller frame, stomach perfectly melting together with the slender slope of Jimin's back. "Maybe I do prefer it if you scream loudly, though..." He buries his nose in Jimin's neck, kissing and biting his tender skin, one hand on his waist and the other smoothing up his stomach until he settles on his chest. The calloused pads of his fingers finds Jimin's nipple, reddened and sensitive due to the previous friction from the lace, making it real easy for him to find the reactions he's looking for when he pinches it hard between his fingers. His hips never cease to fuck generously, adamant to overwhelm every sense in the elder's pretty body.

With each filthy remark from Jungkook, Jimin yelps pleas of encouragement. The rough pinch simply drags it out of him, quick and loud. "M-more...harder! ...just like tha-aaat, shit..." He doesn't need guidance to say what comes next, meaning it with every short breath in his body-- "I'm a failure," he squeaks, "Cumming inside you so quickly, it's just--ahh!" You just f-felt so tight...and it's been so long, I..." Jimin grasps the hand that balances his flat chest and draws it up to grip tight around his neck, helping to push him over the edge--so close, it's almost alarming. Jimin squeaks, "...I'm gonna cum again. Fuck, I might...I don't know...I..." He loses his train of thought, not that there was much of one to begin with. Sobbing of praise and self depreciation are all his muddled mind can compute when he's fucked this well--now adjusted to his lover's large swollen length. "You fuck me too good...much better than I fucked you, I'm so s-sorr--mmmf--AH!"

Jungkook's pierced tip glides against his prostate, rubbing him raw, making his eyes flutter and skin tingle with the peak of his high. This is new. It's not normal. The gradual sensation he longs to feel is much more urgent, nearly bulging his abdomen to let free. "Wait, wait!" His small hand taps on Jungkook's arm to release him, struggling to pull away. His muscles spasm in a quick alert, and he knows all too well what's about to come next. "It's too much, I'll--" Before Jimin can finish his sentence, hot spurts of urine stream down his thighs and soak the chair he straddles. The second it starts to trickle out of his exhausted body, he can't stop it. Thrust after punishing thrust, spurts are fucked out of his shaking form until he's putty in the younger man's arms, quivering out what must be a form of orgasm. His cock pulses as his prostate continues to be abused, and all he can do is cry and whimper from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry--hic. Kookie, I couldn't s-stop--hic"

"Are you embarrassed?" He smiles, "Can't even hold it in when getting fucked." Jungkook peeks over Jimin's shoulder to watch his smaller lover's body quiver and squirm, unable to hold in anything when the younger fucks it out of him without mercy. "Always love to make a mess, do you? Then acts so innocent.." He teases, hugging Jimin closer while he squeezes the blonde's throat tighter, leaning his delicate back against his muscular chest to allow Jimin to feel some leverage. He slows down the grinding of his hips when he's fucked out every single drop possible from the model's cock, just pathetically red and throbbing.

"I still didn't cum..." Jungkook sighs, stopping his movements. He keeps himself buried deep, the grip on Jimin's throat moving to his chin to guide their lips to meet in a messy, drooly kiss. He delicately pulls back to crook an eyebrow, internally beaming with pride at how utterly fucked out Jimin looks. "Move onto your back, lay in your own filth." He suddenly commands, letting go of the elder's weak body to let it fall limp onto the chair, letting his length slip out of his stretched gape. Impatient, he's already aiding him when he notices the light struggle and quivering muscles from oversensitivity-- grabbing his hips to help him to flip on his back.

"Humph." Jimin's hiccups weaken once he's on his back, sinking into the tepid pool of urine that seeps out of the cushion. He stares up at the younger man with saucer eyes--adoring stars swirling in his gaze, slowly coming down from his orgasm. The apples of his cheeks blush an endearing shade of pink, even more as the moisture spreads across his back. It's an ever-present reminder of the mess he made, all over Jungkook's studio chair--the one he sits on to do his work, and the one he reclines in to watch Jimin pose during their private shoots.

"It's wet," the model whines, wriggling to find a comfortable spot on the chair. His nose crinkles at the audible squish the fabric makes when he adjusts his posture, saturated in him, possibly ruined and unusable. His blush dissipates just a bit, because this is the state Jungkook longed to see him in. Perhaps the visual of an alluring male model in feminine lingerie was what intrigued the talented photographer. But, just like the mirrored room, everything must come crashing down until only he can build it back up in just the way he likes.

Jimin loops his arms under his knees and exposes his tender hole to his partner, offering himself as a toy to be played with. "Do you like this, Kookie?" He pulls back a bit more, earning a wet squish from the cushion below. "Seeing your butterfly, like this..."

“Good boy." Jungkook praises, nodding in approval while a long, slow swipe of his tongue coats his lips in the glossy shine of his spit. His predatory stare darkens at the mess he's created-- the vision he's been craving finally coming to life. "I love it, you're perfect." The aching, swell sensation of blood pumping through his body is prominent in his cock as he gives himself a few tempting strokes, placing one knee on the edge of the wet cushion and the other keeping leverage on the floor while caging Jimin's body beneath him. He lines up the thick, jeweled head of his cock with the model's gaping entrance with one hand, placing his other palm on Jimin's thigh to dig his fingers into the soft flesh, aiding him in holding his legs back.

"You've done so well tonight, baby.. There's no better look for you than this.. My spoiled, expensive doll.." Jungkook's dark eyes squint as he smiles softly, a contrast compared to the way he drives his hips forward to bury his cock deep once more, welcomed by the stretched, slick flesh that hugs him tightly in the form of muscle clenches. Even when spent, Jimin does what he can to please. "My messy whore." He quickly builds up the momentum, using the full potential of every silky inch of his rigid length as he drags it in and out, harder and harder, until Jimin's petite body once more begins to jolt upwards with each and every powerful thrust. "S-shit, I love your body, I can't get enough of you like this." Jungkook spits out between grunts, thriving in the wet sounds of his cock plunging into the model, along with the squishes of his small body forcibly rubbing against the wet chair.

The photographer grits his teeth, chest heaving with every shallow breath and muscles flexing to fuck into him harder, harder to release every bit of primal desire to use Jimin to chase his impending high. "G-gonna cum soon," Jungkook's hazy eyes never waver from Jimin's face, watching it distort into his favorite expressions, a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Want me to cover your pretty face with it?"

Jimin doesn't have the power to speak, lost in the trance of Jungkook's cock railing into him at a powerful rate. His aching ring of nerves pulsates with sensitivity, so sore and spent that any words spilling from his rouge bitten lips would be desperate pleas to slow down. Positively not an option. It's their anniversary. Today is a special day--the most monumental day in Jimin's life to date, above any major career move or step in the spotlight. A year ago he may have placed himself before the pleasurable and painful touch of the photographer's hands on his flesh, but that part of himself has been far from erased. Now, in this studio, in their little private world, Jimin naturally folds at the simplest suggestion from the young visionary.

"Cum on my face, baby," he whimpers, holding his knees to his chest for stability. He nods rapidly to confirm, it's exactly what he wants. "Paint your whore--fuck. Cover me in you, I n-need it...all over my skin. Record it, up close. Please, pleasee." His voice squeaks, caught off guard by how badly he truly wants this. More than anything, he knows how beautiful the final scene will look--him, covered in tacky red sinful lace, sticking to his small body with cum, sweat, and spit. Smeared with lipstick. Prettied up and ruined for one man only.

Jimin knows exactly what the photographer wants to hear, and it's obvious by the way Jungkook's eyebrows furrow in concentration, gaze burning into the vision beneath him.

"I love it when you beg like that." Jungkook praises yet again, giving the model another punishing thrust before pulling out, leaving the gaping, needy hole empty for tonight. Normally, he would never pass on an opportunity to stuff Jimin full of his cum-- but tonight, his vision took the top priority over any carnal instincts. He had this vision in mind for forever, and it is finally becoming his reality.

"Look at me." Jungkook commands while taking a step back, tugging at Jimin's bicep to pull his spent body to slide down to the floor on his knees in front of him. He hooks the pad of his finger underneath the blonde's chin, tilting his head back to look up. His other hand works his slick length quickly and roughly, ready to burst at any given moment-- he's held it so well, and he knows he will cover his doll's perfect face with everything he's got. It'll be the ultimate visual of his fantasies; Jimin, the picture perfect man in shambles, ruined makeup and covered in various body fluids willingly, merely to serve and keep the photographer satisfied and happy. Maybe even excited for the rewards that come with compliance. "Pretty... So pretty, and all mine, hahh.." Jungkook hisses through labored breaths, clammy chest heaving as he looks down at Jimin's lips, rubbing the jeweled tip of his cock against them, stroking his cock purposefully to make a show out of the way his tattooed hand effortlessly glides thanks to every little ounce of slick fluids his lover provided. "Keep looking at m-me...fuck, I'm gonna--gah, cum." He moans louder to let Jimin know how much he's enjoying this, and the visual from both their perspectives must be otherworldly. Both men are utterly devoted and obsessed with the other.

Just as Jungkook's hip move to fuck into his hand, they stutter when his orgasm hurls over the edge without much of a warning. A drawn out, deep groan rumbles from the back of his throat, and it feels like his eyes would roll to the back of his head if he didn't intentionally keep himself so focused on watching the way thick, hot ropes of cum began to paint the model's delicate features one by one. His hand squeezes his cock, thighs tensing and relaxing between every twitching throb of his orgasm. He spits curses and praise, moans and whines, not stopping until he's made sure Jimin's skin is an entire mess, glazed with his release.

Silken droplets of pearly cum slip down Jimin's cheek and tickle the pert pout of his lips. Slowly, he licks away what he can, peeking open an eye and giving a longing look of devotion. The salty release tingles on the tip of his tongue, which he savors with a low hum. He doesn't need to ask to know how much the photographer enjoys this sight. He knows that from this angle, he's a masterpiece, commemorating a year of servitude in the most filthy way imaginable. The low glow of the recording camera reminds him of his duty, to show off his final look--a far departure from the stunning, sinful vision he admired in the mirror. Heels are scattered on the floor, stained with a light streak of blood. Stockings are torn ragged, and bralette is askew and hanging loose. With no way of truly knowing, Jimin assumes he must look a complete and utter wreck. Still, remnants of lipstick stain him in misplaced splotches, smearing down his lips and onto his chin. The ruddy makeup appears to be even brighter and remarkable under the luminous sheen of cum that slips off his chiseled jaw. Jimin lifts to his knees and palms at Jungkook's thighs to draw him closer. "Come here."

Jungkook mindlessly follows Jimin's quiet order, stepping closer before dropping to his knees in front of him, meeting his hazy eyes on face level. He can't do anything but admire his work as if in a blurry trance, and the boiling adoration in his gaze is evident.

"I'm here, baby." He says quietly, glancing over at the camera. He had gotten his shot, the visuals of everything he'd been hungering for now captured in an eternal digital memory. A sense of pride and content fills his chest as he looks back at Jimin, reaching out to swipe his thumbs underneath his makeup smeared eyes. He takes another longing moment to just look, slowly inching closer until he finds the model's pillowy lips with his own. He kisses him gently once, twice before pulling back.

"You did amazing. I got the perfect shot, and you looked so gorgeous." He rubs Jimin's bruised neck slowly, examining the purple and red marks, "Did you enjoy it a lot? I had this planned for a while.. And it came out even better than I anticipated.."

The blonde closes the distance again to kiss Jungkook tenderly. A shaky hand cups the photographer's face while the other mindlessly holds him at the waist for balance. The room shifts subtly, and Jimin breathes into the motion, tilting his head to follow the natural part of their mouths moving as one.

"Mhm," he hums again, indulging in the comfort and warmth of Jungkook's touch. He needs it after, always, to feel like a precious doll again. Like clockwork, they come together into a slow comedown, feeling their united heartbeat as the tips of their fingers brush against damp skin. "Happy anniversary," Jimin smiles into a sweet and short kiss. The tentative hold on his neck draws the model in more and he allows the younger man to indulge in his creation. He allows it until the warm ropes of cum begin to tack to the round apples of his cheeks, and the slight discomfort of his muscles begin to set in.

"So sticky and wet now, Kookie. Just how you like," Jimin smirks, pleased he could once again fulfill his love's vision. "I may need some help getting out of this though." Jimin hints at the soaked, ruined lingerie that still clings to his torso.

"I'm so happy. Thank you for taking me so well, baby." Jungkook places one last rewarding kiss on Jimin's sticky cheek before he gets up on his feet, bringing his lover up with him to lift him up into his strong arms. He holds him close, walking over to the camera to turn the recording off and heads towards the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed, I have another surprise for you." He smiles through his statement, placing Jimin on the toilet seat to wait while he draws a hot bath. He turns to Jimin, reaching behind his torso to unclasp the bralette and discard it on the floor, then resumes to tug at the panties to get them off. Every action of his is tender now, the aftercare more than important to ensure that Jimin is properly rewarded for doing so well and taking every rougher part of him-- so he deserves the affection as well. "Come." He coaxes lowly, undressing properly as well until the tub is filled, and takes Jimin's hand in his to guide him into the water, seating them with Jimin's small frame practically in his lap. A soft sigh pushes past his lips from the relaxing warmth surrounding them. "Wash your face off first, don't want your eyes to get irritated."

Jimin cups the warm bathwater in his hands and stares at the faint shadow of his face cast over it. He pauses a moment, adjusting to the comfort of being supported from behind--feeling small and cared for, then brings the water up to cleanse. The warmth soothes over his soft skin, and after only one splash, he can feel the layers of grime shluff off. His palms tinge a faint red. Lipstick rubs away, followed by other various bodily fluids, some of which need a couple passes before it is completely removed. The work to remove it only makes Jimin appreciate the work Jungkook put into planning such an unexpected night.

"I never get tired of this," Jimin coos, bring another palmful of water up to wash over his face, "Taking baths together...it's one of my favorite things." Baths--such a normal and almost childlike experience. It's something that brings the small model pleasant ripples of nostalgia, like it was only yesterday they first shared the simple experience of cleaning one another. It's centering, to wash away the filth of the day and watch it slide down the drain until it's gone completely. Jimin reclines into the tender embrace of his love and allows him to rub soapy water over his body, moaning gently the cleaner he feels.

"One year," the blonde sighs, closing his eyes, "What would I have done if I never met you?" He tilts his neck to get a good look at the younger man. "Life would be so...boring."

"Indeed." Jungkook agrees, the toothy grin on his face just as childish and endearing as when they first met eye to eye in his studio. He looks back at Jimin with just as much-- if not more admiration swirling in his doe eyes. He cranes his neck to kiss the elder's forehead, gentle hands smoothing over his petite body to rub off tonight's events. "But it was fate." He adds, hands moving up to comb his fingers through the blonde curls after adding his familiar shampoo into his palms, massaging his tender scalp with the comfort of his scent.

"Sooner or later, we would've found each other." A moment of silence follows, all that is heard is Jungkook cleaning Jimin's hair while the latter basks in the aftercare.. until he speaks again. Whether Jimin heard it or not, remains a mystery.

"I would've made sure of it."

© sombreboy 2021. Do not repost, edit or translate.

[mrsmount16]

One where mason takes care of you drunk/hangover if that’s ok with u <3

Ofc its okay, I took a little break and as I type this rn its 1am and im trying to write my requests up, my back is in literal bits tho I feel like its broken🤣 update: I hate this im so sorry anon.

Warnings: None like always <3.

You and Mason always had nights out together whenever you could. You loved to party, rave, dance, sing, everything, and he would always accompany you. You went out with friends every two weeks, on the Friday. It was always just something to look forward to with two weeks full of work and then a cool down and a social life with the people you loved the most.

Unfortunately, Mason couldn't make it this Friday. He was training early tomorrow morning and didn't want to have a major hangover that he knew he would regret when the early morning hours came around.

You insisted that you would stay home with him, have a night in and watch a movie, but he refused to let you stay, he waited on the bed for you to get ready and once you was he showered you with compliments and kisses and drove you to your friends, seeing them outside and explaining his reason why he wouldn't be joining tonight.

That night was honestly the most fun you've had, like every other fortnight on this day. You had to confess that you maybe had one too many and it was definitely affecting you in every possible way. At around 3am you begged your friends to go home, they were raw party animals and were more about 'in the moment' rather than the future and the consequences, but you wanted to respect that Mason had to be up early and didn't want to be too disruptive, even though you already had way too many to count.

When you walked into the house, you had your heels in your hand and your bag in the other, you was tiptoeing, or at least trying too but every step you took you felt like you was going to fall and you made the most noise while tumbling around.

You felt sick to your stomach but you didn't want to wake mason up or try and rely on him, you felt that it wasn't fair.

"Oh, youre back now? This is early for you." You heard a sleepy voice, a yawn followed after. Mason had woken up, peeping his head over the couch. You stood still, looking at him shocked and still on your tip toes.

"Whats wrong?" He asked, getting up and taking your bag and shoes, putting them down on the side.

"Why are you wake? It way too early, go to sleep now." You ordered, crossing your arms and almost falling, slurring your words.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe, cmon, let me help you to bed." He put an arm around your waist, taking you up the stairs.

"Masey, I don't feel too good." You hung onto him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Okay, lets get you to the bathroom."

he lightly lowered you onto the bathroom floor, tying your hair up and leaving the room to grab one of his big shirts and some of your pj shorts.

"Thankyou babe" You smiled, starting to undo your dress and get out of it.

"You need help with that?" He chuckled, looking over at you struggling while he was wetting a flannel so you could take your makeup off.

"Yeah, undress me. I know you want to." You smirked, clearly your over confident drunk side came out.

He laughed, shaking his head and started to help take your clothes off and put your comfy clothes on. He started to lightly pat the flannel on your face to remove your makeup.

"Hot." You stated.

"what?"

"You." You put your arms around his shoulders.

"Im so flattered, but you need rest, come on." He smiled, picking you up bridal style and placing you gently on the bed.

"I'm so sorry." you confessed, turning towards him when he eventually got into the bed beside you after cleaning everything up.

"For what?" He asked, placing his arm under your head and pulling the covers up.

It was around 4 am now, and you had none stop teased, been difficult and acted like an adult baby with him, you felt bad as you didn't mean too, and you totally forgot about the hours he had to be up at.

"For being soooo annoying."

"Shut up and sleep, you don't need to be sorry, of course im going to look after my girlfriend. I need to make sure youre okay." He rolled his eyes sarcastically, placing his other hand on your hip.

"I'm so tired and ill, but this was so fun." You looked at the ceiling, "Thankyou Mase."

"No worries babe, glad you had fun. On the side there's some paracetamol and water for tomorrow. Get some rest."

"Okay mase. Love you so so so so so so much." You turned to face him, kissing him gently and snuggling up to him.

"Love you too Y/N." He chuckled, closing his eyes and thinking about how lucky he is to have a girlfriend like you.

[lucindferlucinda]

Barbatos x Mc

Your staying at the demon lords castle for a sleep over and while you get everything ready to go for your sleep over you plan some activities that you can do with Diavolo and Barbatos. When you get their it turns out that Barbatos can’t join and play video game due to his work schedule and the fact that he need to finish his duty’s as a butler. While your their enjoying your time and playing video games Barbatos asks the young lord to go to sleep and so he does the butler still has a lot to get done so he also asks you if you would like to go to sleep you say “No im not feeling tired but I can see you still have a lot of work that you need to get done could I help you”. The butler is quite tied and sleepy but his duty’s must come first he says “Yes Mc I wouldn’t mind your help” and so you help him complete his duty’s as a butler finally he can get some sleep or can he. Well on your way you ask him if it ok for you to sleep in his room with him he responds by saying “Yes your welcome to sleep in my room if you’d like to” and so you do the demon showers and puts his pajamas on and gives you a separate blanket he takes his to sleep on the floor while you can sleep on his bed you tell if it ok if you both share the bed he says “yes we can” he goes to the right side of the bed and try’s to sleep you both have separate blankets but you want to feel his warmth and so you kick your blanket of you and slowly go into his blanket he feels a small tug on his blanket and turns around and finds you in his blanket. You look at him right in his eyes blush trying to hide the fact that you are and Barbatos doesn’t say anything he just stairs at you. The demon did have a slight tint of pink on his cheeks and then he hugs you suddenly your face because even more flustered and well you hug him back holding onto him. He finally decide to speck “Mc do you have feelings for me” you responded In a very low voice “yes” he chuckles and then says “so you wouldn’t mind if I steal a kiss from you” before you could say anything the demon was already kiss you. You kiss him back and while your arms are around his body you hold on to him a bit more tighter.

It has been over so many centuries since he’s kissed someone or had any romance with someone. He’s always just been occupied with his work and no one had caught his attention at all but then you came into his life. He was still kissing you he was out of breath and so where you still you where also blushing a lot Barbatos is still very tired so you hold on to him and cuddle him and he dose the same you guys fall asleep cuddling. He wakes up early all the time it a Saturday morning your still asleep and he already in his uniform and has a list of things he’ll do and what the young lord will also have to do. You wake up the bed empty think it was a dream and that you didn’t actually kiss Barbatos but your in his bed and the blanket that you kick on the floor is still their. You get dressed and then go down and you can see Diavolo working on his paper work and Barbatos gave him some more tea and sweets so he can continue working. He went out for a quick minute to get some fresh air he was a bit stressed and he had been working so hard to keep everything in check. You do notice him outside and so you hug him from behind he turns his body and hugs you back. You ask him “what are you doing out here” he responds “I just needed some fresh air” you stair into each other eyes and then you suddenly kiss him he shocked that you would make a move on him but he doesn’t mind it at all he kisses you back and then he has to break the kiss “You’ll come to my room again tonight right” you answer him by saying “Yes”. He kisses your cheek and then continues to do his work after a while he finishes and Diavolo was already asleep. You went to his room and he immediately pins you to the wall and starts kissing you. You put your arms around his neck and let him continue. You like his kisses their sweet but can be aggressive and they taste like tea.

Soon enough he’s on top of you kissing you you guys don’t go that far given the fact that you and him aren’t officially or anything yet he get off you and takes his shower and puts his pajamas on you also take a shower and put your own pajamas on. You get in his bed and he starts to hug you and kisses your forehead. You brake the silence and ask him “so what now are we dating or what” he responds by saying “if you want to be mine then yes we are dating I love you your so cute and perfect in my eyes it would be an honor to be loved by you” you blush damn who would of thought this demon could make you feel happy and feel safe with him. You and Barbatos cuddle and then fall asleep. Hopefully this demon is the one.

[xgryffinwhore]

mama i’m in love with a hitman

summary: two years with barry what could go wrong? oh yeah hes a murderer-

warnings: some angst, marriage proprosal oop-

you had originally begun acting because it was the only affordable option to get you some time away from your family. ya, you still lived with your family.

anyways, acting became kind of like a release for you. you had been going for about 4 months now, you loved everyone you worked with, they were such great people.

then one day, barry berkman showed up,

and basically changed your life.

the first day you saw him, your heart basically feel out of your ass. holy shit was this guy hot; tall, mysterious, and awkward as hell. perfect.

you took him under your wing, immediately engaging with him and bugging him about his person endeavors and whatnot. you two became inseparable, youre bascially the only reason he even uses his messaging app.

you showed him the ropes of LA, giving him tours of sketchy venues, shitty Chinese restaurants. you always felt so awful for him, dragging him around to every place.

"I'm sorry, barry, im just trying to give you the full LA experience"

"its ok, being seen with the prettiest girl in LA isnt so bad"

yeah, one thing led to another, and you had moved into barry's apartment a year after. your relationship was strong; you cuddle, argue, fuck, all of that modern day romance contraband.

everything was exceptional, other than the fact that he was dragging his feet on marrying you...

yeah, you had dropped some major hints. wedding magazines everywhere, leaving honeymoon deals up on the desktop, evening face timing your friend and talking obnoxiously loud about the idea of getting hitched.

tomorrow was your two year anniversary, and you two had been buzzing about it all week, all the lovey dovey language and such.

"babe, tomorrows the day" he squeezed your shoulders from behind you. you were sitting at the coffee table, and he had just served you toast. "i know old man, didnt think we'd last did ya?" "first of all, im only like four years older than you, second" he kissed you on your temple "i knew you were the one."

in the midst of sipping your coffee and passing back and forth news papers, barry’s phone begins to vibrate; the name “Fuches” catches your eye. who was fuches and why did barry have to step out of the room to answer it?

when he came back he looked ghostly, his complexion pale and his lips quivering slightly. “all ok?” you ask, trying to sound lowkey; “uh um- yep. just have to head out for a bit, they need me at work.”

he left abruptly after, grabbing a hat and his black coat. weird. it was the middle june.

you hadn’t heard from him all day, except for a text at lunch that said

barry: Won’t be home tonight, dont forget to lock up.

your heart sunk, the day before your two year. i mean really what was his damage? you didn’t realize how hard it was to fall asleep without him, you tossed and turned until you eventually caved in and called.

ring...... ring.....

ring..........ring......

‘hey! it’s barry berk-uh um block! leave a message if you want to i guess um ok bye howthefuck do i turnthisthing off-OHH!’

oh how you missed that dorky man, true, it had only been a few hours but his touch was your saving grace. the line beeped and you decided to leave him something

“aha hey bar, y/n here. beds cold without you. miss you. be safe.”

the night way cold and long, you were drifting to sleep. but you heard the front door jangle. you sleepily run down the hall way and run straight into barry. you hugged him, his bosy was stiff and he was trying to inch away from you. "bar!" you whined looking up at him, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye.

“bar?” you wiped his cupid’s bow, the sleepy haze quickly wearing off. he pushes past you “just fell, please just wait for me in bed.” by the time you caught up with him at the bathroom, the door was already shut.

you heard the shower turn on, and you could hear him faintly hiss in pain. he was in there for a while, by the time he got back you could hear the birds chirp, which means it must have been close to 5 am. the sun was still down, and you watch his dark figure slip into bed next you to.

“i love you.” he whispered

“i love you too.” you turned to face him, you knew something was up, you knew he had been hiding something.

“you always leave in the night, when i’m sleeping you always leave barry. is it another women?” barry’s face contorts into a confused scribble. “y/n what? you’re the only one.”

“then why don’t you tell me what you’re really up to. go’s we’ve been dating for two years and you can’t even tell me why you sneak away in the night?!”

barry grabs your hands and puts them close to his face “god y/n i’m sorry happy two years” he gushed and kisses your fingers. a tear trailed down his stubbly cheek. “there are just things i can’t tell you because i don’t want to lose you.”

this hurt you, barry knew all of your deepest secrets, the things you never told anyone other then him. all of this had you worked up, how could he speak to you this way the day of your two year mark? despite his protests, you packed a tooth brush and drove to your friends to stay the night. this was just too much for 3am, you needed space. to clear your head.

you didnt sleep at all that night, you nodded off from 8am to 10, your friend waking you up. "girl i know you dont want to hear this... but barry is outside, hes been parked here since 9" she threw your jeans at you "now go outside and work this shit out, im not prepared to deal with your heart boken ass."

so you put on jeans, and headed for disaster.

you came outside, 'sleepy always looks so good on her' barry thought to himself. you loved him so much, it was so hard to fight with him.

"listen bar, im sorry im just sensitive you know th-"

"y/n"

barry never interrupted you. for as long as you remember there has never once been a time where barry talked over you, or interrupted what you were saying. its something you loved about him, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, he thought your words where so important.

"yes?"

he pulled a rolled up magazine out of his pack pocket, it was yours, it had faded circles on what cakes and dresses you wanted. he unrolled it and scurried to the 5th page. he pointed at the big raise ranch that you put exclamation points next to.

"this house, i want this house."

he went to the 8th page.

"and this car, we could have that if i stop going to wendys so much"

he giggled to himself and mumbled something about how he knows a guy that can re pair a cooling system.

'uh-um ok barry, what does this have to do with anything? house, car, is this what you drove over here to tell me? you want a better car? you need a bigger house."

he shook his head and trialed to the second page with that beautiful sheath wedding dress, you remembered that.

"youll wear this yeah? some time in the early fall. wouldnt that be nice, still warm, and the leaves-oh the leaves- orange and yellow bring out your eyes so i just figured."

he pulled out the rock, and shit, it didn’t disappoint. you’re not materialistic but what the FUCK?! how did he even afford that-

he slipped it on your finger and you both embraced. messy kisses all over whatever skin you two could find. it was bliss, it was happiness.

you hugged for a while. just sat there reflecting on how far you two had come, and how happy he was going to make you feel for the res rod your life. it’s crazy, you thought marriage wasn’t in the cards for you. but with barry, you can see 5 kids, a dog, and a stupid picket fence.

you were so captured in this moment, you didn’t notice barry’s demeanor change. you looked up and him, he was pale white, staring behind his shoulder at the street. you leaned over his forearm and saw a beat up mom car.

in it was a shaggy dude, didn’t look too much older then barry. he was plump in the face, and his face was aged.

“fuches!?” barry exclaimed.

“come on. we have a hit, i habe your sniper in the back. now.”

another WHAT?

[lunatens]

since we’re alone

word count: 1.7k

genre: angst + fluff

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

requested by...too many people to count ksjdfbskg 

a/n: im so sorry this took so long, i think like 10+ people asked for me to write a sequel (which is kind of a lot considering tmta has like..less than 100 notes lmao) but i really struggled to find the motivation til now ;-; i really hope you guys like the direction i decided to take this!! also yes i did name this series after niall horan songs what about it

*this is a sequel to “too much to ask” so if you haven’t read that, you probably should read it first!*

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confusion hits you as the rosy glow of the morning sun lands on your face. why the hell is it so bright? you groan as you pry open your sleepy eyes only to see the sunrise blazing through the large windows of your living room, and the memories of last night’s events come back to you. your head hurts a bit; probably a mixture of the morning light, the alcohol you had last night, and then crying yourself to sleep. 

you rub the sleep from your eyes, surprised to see a blanket you don’t remember using falling to the floor as you stretch. you reach for your phone on the coffee table to check the time—too early to be awake, dammit—only to notice a glass of water right there. yeah, that definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep. picking it up, the cool condensation leaves your fingers wet to the touch, and the icy water feels nice on your throat. 

your eyes begin to water as more and more of what happened last night comes back you—in particular the words you said to him in your drunken state. a tsunami of guilt washes over you, mixed with lingering waves of anger and hurt. taking another sip of the water, you try to calm down and think about things. maybe it’s best to talk to hyunjin about this and tell him everything that’s on your mind now that you’re sober. yeah, that’ll work. 

you groggily stand up from the couch, pulling the blanket over your shoulders like a cape and letting it drag along the floor as you tentatively walk to the bedroom. the door swings open with a quiet creak, and you bite your lip nervously. 

“hyunjin?” you call into the darkness, voice loud enough to wake him but gentle enough not to startle him. you’re met with silence, and you frown as your eyes adjust a bit to the darkness only to see an empty bed in front of you, cotton sheets carelessly thrown aside. your heart sinks deep into your chest, the small rays of hope and forgiveness quickly fading. gone to practice again, you’re not even sure if he’ll be back until later and even then he might not return at all, considering what you said to him last night. your heart feels like it’s been torn in two; you were ready to talk things out with hyunjin and work towards a solution, already ready to forgive him, so seeing him leave just like any other day sends daggers through your heart. 

“he could’ve at least made the bed,” you grumble to yourself, haphazardly throwing the sheets and pillow back to where they belong. as you do so, you can’t help but wonder if maybe it really is for the best if you just end things with him. sure, there are lots of great moments with hyunjin and you have so many special memories together, not to mention the fact that you’re completely head over heels in love with him, but as high as the highs in your relationship feel, the lows are just as extreme, if not even more so. you check your phone again, the lack of any sort of message from hyunjin helping you make up your mind; when he hopefully comes home tonight, you’ll break things off with him.

you shuffle back out to the living room, now brightly lit by the fully-risen morning sun. flopping down on the couch, you grab the remote so you can look for something mindless to watch; maybe it’ll help take your mind off of the impending doom that ticks ever closer to you, since you’re too antsy to go back to sleep. you’re about to turn the tv on when a loud thump at the door startles you into dropping the remote. you turn to look at the door, peerings over the couch wide-eyed as you hear keys fumbling in the lock before the handle clicks and the door swings open. when hyunjin’s tall frame quietly enters the room, you think your heart must’ve stopped beating for a moment. your emotions are in turmoil as a million questions and thoughts race through your mind; what’s he doing back so early? do i still break up with him? where did he go if not practice and schedules? and what’s in that box??

hyunjin gently places a white box on the nearest surface before putting his jacket and mask away. you don’t think he’s noticed you’re awake yet, as he seems to be trying his best to be silent. you almost giggle at the thought, but then you remember you’re mad at him and you just continue curiously watching his actions. he finally turns to peek over at the couch, expecting to see your still sleeping form, so when his eyes meet yours he’s a bit taken aback. 

“oh, um, goodmorning y/n,” he greets, a little bit awkward. you can tell he’s having trouble reading your emotions and he’s trying to tread carefully, so you remain quiet to see what he’s up to. he picks up the box in both hands and walks over to you, placing the box on the table beside your empty water glass and sitting down beside you. you turn to look at him, expression neutral as he furrows his eyebrows and takes your hands in his. 

“y/n, i am so, so sorry for what happened yesterday. i-i know that doesn’t cut it, but i can’t even describe to you how sorry i am. i love you so so much, and i really don’t want to lose you. i understand if you don’t feel the same and you’d rather just en-end it, but i want to do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”

you didn’t even notice you were crying until his thumb is swiping away a tear on your cheek. he leaves his hand up against your face, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. 

“you’ve been so supportive of me following my dreams and being an idol, and i’ve been awful at showing you how much you mean to me. so i’m taking today off, i’ve told chan what happened and he said he’ll cover for me, so now i can be here with you. is...is that okay?” hyunjin asks, eyes searching yours to try and read what your tears mean--are you sad? do you hate him forever? 

all you can think to do right now is lean forward to capture his lips in a deep kiss. as soon as your lips touch you can feel the relief wash through both yourself and him. he pulls you closer and wraps his arms tight around you as if he’s never letting go. you pull apart with a soft giggle, wiping your tears away and gently smiling.

“i love you too, jinnie. we can make this work, just please-please don’t make promises you can’t keep ever again, ok?” you ask as you squeeze him in a tight hug, breathing in the welcoming scent of his sweater. he kisses your forehead and lightly caresses your tear-stained cheek.

“deal,” he says, and the two of you just lie there in each other’s arms in silence, your arms wrapped tightly around hyunjin’s torso and his fingers tracing circles on your back. you’re overwhelmed with emotions right now, and you hardly know what to think, but you’re relieved to have hyunjin back in your arms. suddenly, you remember you still don’t know where he went this morning.

“what’s in the box?” you ask as you pull away to examine it, reaching out to touch the white cardboard.

“ah, i mean it’s nothing really, i mean it’s a day late anyways and it’s so early i could hardly find anywhere that was open, let alone actually had something decent,” hyunjin rambles as you open the lid to see a small cake inside with “happy birthday y/n! sorry i ruined your birthday” written in purple icing. the sight makes your heart swell with happiness and you can’t hold back the smile in your face. 

“you got up this early just to get me a cake?” you ask in excitement; if this is hyunjin’s way of making things up to you, it’s definitely working. 

“not just a cake,” he says nervously as he pulls a smaller white box out of his pocket and hands it to you. opening it, you see a delicate silver chain necklace with a tiny locket on it. inside the locket is a super dumb picture of you and hyunjin from back when your first started dating, and the word “stay” is engraved on the back. you blink furiously, trying and failing to rid yourself of the tears filling your eyes.

“i was gonna give this to you yesterday, but i felt like it might not have been the bets time...and i know it’s kind of cheesy, but i wanted you to always have something to remember me by when i’m away. i got one for myself too so you’ll be with me too, i’m gonna try to even sneak it with me on stage so you’ll always be by my side,” he says, cheeks flushed with embarrassment but that just makes the moment even sweeter. 

“i love it so much, hyunjin, thank you,” is all you can say in fear you’ll burst into tears if you speak any more words. you lean in to press another kiss to his soft lips, this time lingering so you can savour this moment. hyunjin helps you put the locket around your neck, and you do the same for him, smiling shyly at each other.

“so what do you say we dig into this cake and get the day started?” hyunjin asks.

“but it’s so early to eat cake!” you respond, to which hyunjin shrugs his shoulders. 

“who cares, we have the whole day to spend together and we can do whatever the hell we want,” he says with a smile, and you couldn't be happier to have hyunjin in your life.

[makahimetenshi]

Looking for something - Chapter 2 - Jotakak fanfic - Alpha x Omega

He wake up first to check if his patient was still there, sun getting throught the small window, there he was sleeping on the blanket on the floor of course, it was Sunday morning so he could sleep until lunch and everything was going to be fine, his parents wont suspect anything.

So as far he see breathing was…normal…ankle was…still flipped…ribs…still out…eyes non bloody that’s good, cheeks apparently dry…jaw looking like shit…a few bruises appeared on his legs on the last hours…normal considering how he went straight shit to a 40mts stair…

He should try cleaning his patient again, there was rest of blood in his skin and now that they meet and the other one knows that he isn’t a psycho should be more easy to take care…he hoped…Jotaro started moving his shoulder a bit from the bed, hoping that his big presence wouldn’t scare him so much early in the morning. Soon he see the redhead opening his eyes grounting, as his conscious take reality of the state of his body pain soon take over control of his muscles and wound mouth started splurting moans of pains at the move, the redhead pick up his arm to quit Jotaros hand from his shoulders and make him stop, that make the green eye man smile, that was good, that was progress! Last night he was hardened like rock and he couldn’t move at all.

-Morning –Jotaro said, at not seeing a response from he said he repeated, this time caugthing the redhead attention who looked at him. That’s good! Neck move! The man was staring at him!

-Morning…-the redhead said with a raspy voice, clearly tired and still sleepy…

Jotaro put a hand over his cheek and forehead, good, there wasn’t any fever, althought his bones and body state were still complicated with the ribs and the ankle…

-Im going to bathe you and take you to a doctor –said the other man sitting on the bed and stretching his arms. Kakyoin sight was still a bit fuzzy but better, he cant see much deepness but close objects yes, looked normal, he tried raising and extending the arm he used before, everything looked normal until the tip of his fingers…well it wasn’t that bad…early he cant see nothing, everyting was blurry, he hitted his head very  hard after all…

-Jojo right? –he remember that name for a reason and he see the man with a smile shake his head in a yes. Noriaki tried to look down on his body, raising a bit his head but then an intense pain on the jaw make him turn his head back to the pillow, that couldn’t be right –why im here…

-Because my grandfather and I are going to have a fight if I get in trouble over the stairs again so ill drop you in a doctor as soon I can…

Grandfather? Fight? Must be some kid…definetly doesn’t look like it but okay he accepted it, surely not a rapist…The kid named Jojo gets up from the bed to pick something he couldn’t see from the distance –I hit my head right? –he said as he tried to focus his vision to see what he was up too

-That’s an stupid question

Well thanks, thought Noriaki. There was a mess in his head where pain was the first thing that crossed his mind he could help and not make him think much. Along with a horridus line noise on his ear he heard some water, he must be cleaning a towel, that reminded him that he wanted too pee but he can wait.

Soon he see the big boy sitting down next to him, and Noriaki stopped him.

-Can you…lift me up? –Sure, Jotaro thinked, grabbing the hand he see before raising up and touching him, it was surely raspy, the other hand went to his naked back and Noriaki understanded this, soon he make the effort and the boy accompanied him to lift up his back and stay sit, Jotaro see how the man cant balance a lot since his back tremble a lot so he moved his hip in a circle to gentle pose his back against the bed and give him some support, like the back of a chair but they were sitted on the ground –Thank you –said Noriaki, the boy was gentle and understand his needs without having to tell him.

-Im going to clean you ok? Tonight I cant do much of it –Noriaki nodded down as a yes, even he struggle a bit to raise his head up, like it wooble up like jelly, but in the end he can and watch every move of the boy.

He didn’t seem like a boy, like, he was huge, with heavy shoulders and arms, not to mention his head, he surely had a head more taller than him for what he see on the furniture around, also, he had to admit that it was indeed a handsome boy, the glare of his green eyes was catching.

Jotaro started from the face to go down, Tenmei as he know, stayed calmed, surely he didn’t feel like a threat even tho he didn’t hear even a thank you from him, I mean he had the right to be cautious and surely his mind would still be fuzzy and messy but he should get to the point were he is not a threat by now right? Like he should know at this point were they are so deep that he is taking care of him.

Is was funny he never take care of no one before, he was just mimicking what it should be done when someone is hurted…he supposed…I mean he didn’t know what to do about the anckle and the ribs yet so that’s why as soon he find the chance he is going to sneak out to a doctor, leave the man with some coins and then…well his own, like, he babysitted for so long and ruined his weekend so far.

The redhead was actually nice, he had a long squared chin over a slender face and a long pair of eyes, were his eyes actually purple of blue?  He is seeing bad from the scase sunlight trought the small window? Like, the sun is making them purple? He didn’t know but they were surely intriguing and very pretty.

As he cleaned his down lashes from blood and take out rest of dry blood from his corned lid he looked at his eyebrows, all red, same red from his hair, well that was peculiar…he cleaned his nose, luckily it wasn’t broken because he didn’t hit much on that side of the face but it bloody a bit trought the hours, much because of the trauma…His forehead had a big bruise on the start of his scalp and when he moved down the cold towel to his chin…damn, is like he had a beard purple…of bruises! Like, half of his face starting from the union of skull and jawn down was so hitted and full of bruises…

As feeling contact there from his slow and gentle hands he noticed something from the touching, moving his tongue inside his mouth, damn it why there was and empty space so big and why was half of his theets shaking and…damn he felt a pointy pain what the hell!?

At seeing his face of terror and desesperation Jotaro understanded that he triggered something that he didn’t think before, right this man didn’t explore nothing of his body after this sleep so he is going to feel now the real state as he touch him.

-Did i…? –asked Noriaki making Jotaro a bit ansious at seeing his mouth open and tongue moving inside.

-Yes you loose some theets-goddaming thinked Noriaki as his tongue keeped touching delicately the one shaking and the one he presumed broken.

His lips weren’t cutted, so his mouth didn’t spit blood but he actually spit vomit with blood before so he cleaned up his mouth delicately since if he pressed hard he would feel it harsh and painfull during the state of his entire jaw. Noriaki tremble a little from pain and the cold sensation of the towel as he tried to keep looking up at Jojo eyes, they were surely cute and besides that he had to make the statement that he was up and tense and very very alert of everything.

Even tho this guy didn’t seem lured or even aware of he was an omega, still, precautions were never enough.

How he did ended up on this situation anyway? Right, for being horny, for wanting to be seeded…

Well he was not horny but not he thinked on it he still wanted to reproduce so hell avoid that thoughts in order to not get horny in front of this hot guy…damn it…he should be thinking like this…

Jotaro went to grab some cottons and a bottle of alcohol, his face was just cutted and with scratched so it was quick, a bit painfull but nothing worst than he way he breathed in and out, just a few more pain to the list.

Then he cleaned the towel and stretched it with new water, cleaning down his neck and repeating it the process with the cottons were he sees some cuts or scratching

-My clothes…?-asked the redhead.

-Down the bed –said Jotaro as the towel went down in one of his pretrified arms, muscles so swollen that he veins on his arms were out and trembling, he never see a body so traumatized but it had sense it was a lot of stairs and hits –when you are clean we are getting you dressed and then well sneak to a doctor

-Where are we?

-In my parents house, ill get in trouble if they see you so we better be quiet and secretive-Jotaro was a bit amused at how nice his muscles looked despite being petrified and hard because of the trauma, they feeled nice even throught the towel, he was indeed a nice looking guy

-Got it –said Noriaki but why get in trouble? It was falling his fault? It couldn’t be but anyway…better not ask much since the man was taking care of him…Jojo raised his hand to clean it finger to finger and he see a nail ripped off…damn it…barbaric…

Jotaro looked at it and sighted, it looked awfull…he went back and grabbed another cotton, and then he see at Tenmei face, knowing that the man seemed to know what it comes next.

-God Grief you may not like it but is necessary…

-I know…-said the redhead swallowing saliva…-put the towel in my mouth I know ill scream…

Jojo understand what he said and was thankfull about the fact that he said that they needed to be secretive and he was being, so he put the towel and see the man bite it…

Damn he was getting prepared judging on how his face was strugging, alright alright…

Okay Kakyoin was going to get his finger swallowed in alcohol burning hell but…altought that was something his mind was having to get prepared…god dammit the way this boy catched his hand before was so nice and gentle and it feeled so nice how the tips of his fingers pressed into his veins god dammit stop being so horny he was only in underwear it could be allowed to be horny in this state without his pants!

So the alcohol hell in his hand without nail was a struggle and its going to definetly be painfull…but not wanting to be fucked by the pretty and gentle boy is too…

Jotaro pressed gente the lower of his hand to catch his attention and make him look at his eyes before pressing the cotton hard against his finger without nail, it made Noriaki bite instantly the towel to suffocate the pain but he appreciated the gesture.

10 seconds passed between he pressed it and it was funny how the man teared up a bit for that little thing even after having to ribs practically out.

I mean he did cry for what he cleaned from his eyes earlier but it must be during sleep because he didn’t hear it.

As soon he let the cotton out Noriaki turned off his hand and flipped it a few times, making Jojo smile a bit because it was funny, then, the man take out the towel of his mouth to wash it a bit and start the the other arm, the hand there looked normal.

The skin of Tenmei was nice, despite of being dirty and scratchy because of the fall, it had a nice colour for Jotaros taste.

Kakyoin looked staring at his eyes as soon the towel staring going down his chest, impressed for the contact, surprised about the fact that his hand was so close to his heart, it feeled very intimate even if what they were doing was kinda gross but his hand was huge and he was in a very stresfull moment with his uncontrollable urges of being 35 and still not ever experienced pregnancy.

Jotaro from the other side was feeling strange, why this feeled…weird…he knew what he was doing and why, he was fucking cleaning the chest of a muscle man with two ribs practically out and he was being pretty carefully were he touched and how he doit to not cause him pain…so why he feeled the air so heavy like he should be doing this…he switched to a cotton with alcohol to clean up the scratched on his ribs and the sides of his body.

This wasn’t this kind of intimacy, he only knows his name and nothing more about his life about to feel hot about him…

-Your tummy emmm…-how to say this- could you stretch? Or go down? Just flex your body I cant reach under your belly and bellow your hipbones to clean…-it was true, just the meat clitching and there was also his underwear- unless you can do it yourself whatever…

-i…-Kakyoin tried to pick up the towel, seeing how the boy was getting aroused the sexual tension he was starting to have at having his chest so carefully caressed while he watched, even if he was cleaning and nothing more, this was his fault and his body was creating this ambient around them.

His hand didn’t go up like he  needed, his muscles were to pretrified and it hurted to move, so he just flexed his back to let his body go down a bit, falling slightly down.

The green eyes of the boy caughted his purple one during this slow movement all the way down, Kakyoin feeled like he was being eated by that intense glare.

Until out of nothing there was a knocking on the door.

-Jojo! Get out honey! We are leaving!

Noriaki see Jojo tense a breath out and stand up to go to open, slightly open the door, only a small portion just to chat with the person that knocked.

-Huh? Hows that that you are living? –said the boy talking to some…woman with a happy voice.

-We received while you sleeped the letter that your grampa was waiting! We are going to a reunion!

The door open for a moment and then he see the boy coming out, door closing and then he by the position of his shadow trought the hole line on the groud  supported his body onto the door by the sound of something very heavy, obviously his body.

-Huh? What letter?

-The terrain selling thing!

-Hu…yes…-he didn’t actually pay much attention to that subject but the smartest thing to do was saying yes so the woman would shut up-wait when are you coming back? What im going to do with the shop?

-Take care of it of course! –a third voice appeared, from a man very far in the distance

-Hu!? –this was Jojos voice, apparently they were family.

-Don’t worry darling! We are coming back Monday at noon! –Darling? The mom maybe?

-My business partnet is inviting us to dinner and spend the night! Then we are coming back! So you take care tomorrow Monday! Is not that hard!

Jotaro sighted but it wasn’t actually that bad, it gives him time to finish his own business without interruptions or need to be much carefull

-God Grief Alright…

-Yay! Thank you Jojo! We leave the house and the shop at your hands! –Kakyoin heard a big “muack” like a kiss on the cheek and then a footsteps go far from his direction…

-You could say anything earlier you know…

-When!? You didn’t come to have dinner because you are sleeping since yesterday sunset! You lazy delinquent! –the grampa apparently…

-The mailman brought us the letter and we are heading directly to it!

-Alright, take care in the journey I suppose…-this time it was Jojos voice, Noriaki understanded why he said it and he appreciated it.

-We are heading to catch a carriage to there, we have no time to loose! This is the big day of papas!

-Jeez Holly you make me blush! –usefull data: the name of the woman was Holly.

Since everyone was chatting and in their own business Kakyoin take the towel and started to clean himself, he couldn do much shit about the back but at least he wanted to avoid the boy touching so close to his dick, a favour, same with his armpits or at least what he can do with his limited movements.

-What about grandma? –That was Jojos voice

-She is already there! She write the letter! She catched up this opportunity for us! –alright that was a good deal Jotaro had to admit.

-See you Monday then…

-See you my baby! Don’t miss us too much!

Not so long after, Jotaro waited to see them coming out the front yard he enter back into his room, this was good and make things easier, at first he thinked in trowing this guy Tenmei to the other side of the fence like a potato bag now they can go out from the front door like normal humans being, that’s cool.

-I really need a pit of smoke…-said Jotaro loud…

That catch Kakyoin attention but anyway…

-I promise I will buy you one once Im out, can you help me with the back? I finished the front…the redhead was sitted facing his back to him.

Right, where were them? Right, in a middle of an eye fucking, that’s why it was a good idea to give him his back

-Cool, thanks…-Jotaro went to catch the towel from his hands and the coup of water to squeeze the towel and flip sides, since it needed a change of water already, but they crossed glances by doing that and that catched the redhead attention…

-How old are you?

-17 –said the man heading back to do his business and clean his neck down his spine, causing chillis to the other one.

-I see…

-Why?

-Nothing at all –Kakyoin felt a shiver when the towel touched the sides of his body, where his ribs were supposed to be, it was so scary! Jotaro noticed this…

-Sorry…-as he managed to end with the back, he looked down at his muscular legs and feet, then they are done and luckily manage to enjoy the weekend alone at home –im gonna flip you to start by the toes right? Then we manage to dress you and go to a doctor –as Tenmei nodded he grabbed him by the hips, damn he feeled soft there, then he flipped him  180º and have him face to face, really close…

Why he was getting  so casually close? It was his thing or just bad thinking…

As he said he started by the feets, taking specially care at the flipped ankle and feet, there was definetly something broken there he wasn’t a doctor but not blind, yeah, definetly broken!, his feets were soft same as the veins and muscles he can feel in his soft skin going up his long legs, it definetly feeled…nice…to touch and see…

The man Tenmei started to shiver, Jotaro wonder what whats up or if he touched a delicate or painfull part of his body until the man closed his legs and…oh he wasn’t stupid he understand…

Really? It is necessary? Jotaro sighted making the other man blush, well that definetly was a confirmation…was he touching good? Like specially good? Or it was just the contact? He definetly wasn’t going with that intentions even if in another situation he would not go against banging this man…

The air after that started to get heavy, there was definetly someone curious and definetly someone horny and with his dick up, not sure about the size of the dick since he had his legs closed of shame but the situation wasn’t ideal for Jotaro…

Not to mention that for some reason he couldn’t process the redhead was starting to be seen much attractive to his eyes like before, it is because this situation let an open door to this or what? He could process, plus he moved his hand up to his thighs, muscular hard thighs and Jojo can only think how much he wanted to bite and lick the lines of his muscles…

Was him a denegerate who wanted to take advantage of someone who cant move? It cant be…

Not with how Tenmei had a look over him following everyone of his movements…

The redhead looked sweet, and smelled nice, he didn’t smell like blood or sweat like before he definetly smelled nice it wasn’t just his imagination…

As soon he finished Jotaro dropped the towel to a side, sighting.

-Good, can you give me my shirt? Ill put it on myself…-The green eye man do as he said, still a bit confused about the subject with the smell on the air.

Gosh Kakyoin wanted or to be fucked or get out of that situation, his body get exited from all that gentle touching and now he was emanating smell to lure this alpha into his legs.

Arms were on it, cool, he can move 2 arms, that’s fine that’s fine, but closing the front bottoms were a disaster, his mind wasn’t functioning giving orders to his members or organs, his only toughts were something else like…

This looked like an attractive, tall and strong alpha a nice son would come out from this person genes.

Ah…he helped me I don’t think I should force him into this…

He doesn’t look like a psycho I don’t think hell strangulate me on my sleep

This is bad

Definetly I noticed the same thing from him as im feeling I don’t think hell get mad…

Should I do this? Is he going to remember? I don’t think so he must be like any other alpha…

A son with green eyes? Well that would be nice…

Is he going to be as gentle as now during sex?

How will he react to a kiss?

At seeing the man struggle with his fingers closing a pair of buttons Jotaro sighted tired

-God Grief let me help you…

Legs still closed, Jotaro by now specially by the distance catched, since he wasn’t stupid, that this smell was his and definetly by the way his skin shiver at having his hand so close that it was something more…he looked at that pair of luring purple eyes directly and neither could break that glance, Jotaros hand moved down closing everybutton until his hands touched his legs, the shirt was long and there was buttons between the redhead crotch that he cannot reach…

-Emmm I…-said Noriaki by low, if he didn’t wanna it wasn’t necessary but…that glancing…this guy knewed were he was going right?...

Yes, why not, think Jojo for himself, why the hell not, the guy was good looking and in a normal situation we will look for it too surely

-If I we cant get you dressed you will not buy me that pack of cigarretes- okay okay okay alright that last sentence was enough to flip Noriakis heart out and make him open his mouth for a kiss, a kiss that was corresponded with passion. The redhead didn’t spect a sluddenly interruption into his mouth and less be taken back but he dint regreat it.

Those lips oh my they were so soft and moved so smooth like butter against his…

It was a sloppy and wet kiss but still feel electrical and nice, it was giving him chills all down his body because of the exitment he had been carrying since yesterday.

It was going to be this alpha de father of his son? Well yes, it will be…

[nalgenewhore]

Slipping Through My Fingers - Thirteen

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

warnings: hospital, nightmare

an: um....im not gonna say anything. just......hmm. oh! apparently if you listen hard enough, you can hear @shyvioletcat‘s heart breaking at some point :) 

Lorcan was shaking. He couldn’t think - nothing was being processed as he stood and walked out of the hospital personnel filled room. The room his dead wife laid in. 

People called after him, yelling his name as he ignored them and walked down one hall and then the next, following the red exit signs until he felt a cool breeze on his face. 

The only thought running through his mind was that of their son, their baby. Not even a year old yet. So innocent, so unsullied by the plights of life. Oh, how Lorcan envied that child, that innocent little being. 

He began the walk to his house, his feet having a mind of their own when they began running and he didn’t know how it seemed as though one second he’d been in the hospital and the next, he was raising his fist to their apartment door. 

Their house was six kilometres from the hospital. And he’d gotten there in just over twenty minutes. He should’ve been falling to the hallway floors, but he didn’t. 

Before he could knock, the door was yanked open and Rowan loomed there, fury like no other on his tattooed face. “Lorcan. What the fuck, where the fuck were you?” 

Lorcan just shook his head, tears stinging his throat so hard he could barely speak or breathe. “Ko,” he whispered, just one syllable. He tried to take a step forward, but Rowan stopped him with the heel of his hand to Lorcan’s sternum. 

“Lor,” his best friend said, pity swimming in his green eyes. Lorcan hated it. He wanted everyone’s stupid looks and whispers to just stop. “Lor, you can’t see him right now, he’s asleep.” 

Sobs built in his chest and he almost broke down then and there. “Ro. Rowan,” he said, nearly hyperventilating. “Please, please let me see my kid. Please.” 

Lorcan Salvaterre never said please. He’d also never been a widower before, maybe that had something to do with it. He couldn’t tell. Rowan looked between Lorcan and the bassinet Kohana was sleeping in before nodding defeatedly and letting him pass. 

Lorcan walked over to his baby’s bassinet and picked him up and then cradled him against his chest. Slowly, he began to rock the babe, his tears finally coming and spilling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he whispered through the salty wetness. “I’m so sorry.” 

Kohana whimpered and kicked out his chunky legs, waking up so Lorcan shifted to cradle him in his arms. His face scrunched up and tears pooled in his eyes - Essar’s eyes - at his daddy’s distress. Lorcan looked down at the child like he was his entire world, gently rocking him again. 

The infant stopped crying and stared back up at Lorcan, his chubby hands batting the air above him. Moving to the glider, Lorcan rocked in the chair, finding it in himself to smile at his child. “Hi,” he whispered in his native tongue. He didn’t need Rowan or anyone else listening to his grief. Lorcan leaned down to press a kiss to Kohana’s forehead, inhaling that quintessential baby smell. “I’m sorry, coconut.” That was Essar’s name for Kohana. She said it was because he was round and brown like a coconut plus the start of his name sounded like it. “I’m so sorry mama’s gone. I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.” 

“Lorcan-” 

“Shh.” 

“Lor,” Rowan sighed, ignoring Lorcan’s shushing. “We need to talk about this.” 

“Shh,” Lorcan repeated, indicating the baby. “He’s sleeping.” Kohana was wide awake and gurgled happily, stuffing his hands into his mouth and smiling around the slobbery mess. 

For the rest of the night, after his brothers had all come, whenever anyone tried to ask him anything or say anything, he would calmly shush them and direct their attention to Kohana. 

Lorcan was changing Kohana when the kid’s gaze strayed to the side, his baby body squirming uncontrollably. “Whatcha looking at?” Lorcan asked him, snapping his son’s baby blue and otter onesie back up before scooping him up. “Whatcha looking at, huh?” Lorcan pressed a series of soft kisses across his plump cheeks. “What’s that?” 

He bounced him as Kohana raised his little hand, reaching for something over Lorcan’s shoulder. Lorcan turned around just as his son said, “Mama!” He made a grabby motion with his hand and smiled, his four front teeth - bottom and top - on full display. “Mama!” 

Kohana turned back to Lorcan, his eyes wide and serious. “Mama.” He promptly put his hand back in his mouth, steadily chewing on it. 

“Yeah,” Lorcan whispered, staring at the picture of Essar smiling down at their newborn minutes after giving birth. “I know, kid.” 

Lorcan woke with a start, shooting upright in bed. He panted, his skin clammy with sweat. Looking around, he didn’t recognize where he was. The bed he was in shifted when a dark haired woman sat up and tentatively reached out to him. Before she could touch him, Lorcan was out of bed, shaking his head as he backed up from her, eyes wide. “Don’t.” 

“Lorcan,” Elide whispered, face stricken as she too climbed out of her bed, wearing his shirt. 

“Elide, don’t,” he said again, holding a hand out to stop her. “Please, stop.”

Elide did stop, but didn’t return to bed, didn’t ignore him like he wanted. “Lorcan,” she said again, her eyes filling with tears. “Don’t do this. Don’t push me away.” 

“I’m not,” he told her, his chest still rising and falling in an erratic pattern. 

“You fucking liar,” she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’ve been weird since dinner.” 

Lorcan didn’t say a thing and she laughed, turning her eyes to the ceiling to stop her tears. “I’m not stupid,” she whispered. Elide shook her head and looked down. “I know you–” 

He chuckled unkindly, “You don’t know me.” 

“You are not as secretive or mysterious as you think,” she replied, ignoring the sharp sting of her heart. “Do you not think I can tell when you’re hiding something, Lorcan?” 

“Stop saying my name like that,” he said, hating the disappointed, teacher tone. “I’m not one of your kindergarteners.” 

“No, no, you are not,” she laughed coldly, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as she stepped closer, poking her finger into his chest. “Because I teach my students that they should talk when they’re upset and that holding everything inside only makes them feel worse.” 

He stayed silent and crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his jaw and cocking his head to the side in a defensive stance. 

Tears built in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, “Really?” The sight of each tear sliding down her cheeks had his heart clenching and his chest tightening but he didn’t have any time to do anything before Elide backed away and wiped her cheeks. “I thought we were more than that. You tell me all the- you told me all the time that I matter to you and now you won’t even talk to me?” 

“E–” 

“What’s the point, Lorcan? What’s the point of any of this if you won’t even talk?” She was falling for him, so hard, and he was breaking her heart. 

“Elide,” he whispered, stepping forward as his arms fell to his sides. “Baby.” 

She shook her head, looking down again as she hugged herself. “I just want to sleep,” she admitted. “I don’t want to talk about this right now. It’s late and we’re both tired and I’m upset and I just–” A soft sob tore from her throat and Elide stepped forward to him, tucking herself into his chest. Lorcan didn’t hesitate to wrap her up in his big arms and kiss the top of her head, hating that he made her cry, hating that he was still hopeless at hiding his own shit. 

He hooked his hand under her knees and scooped her up, carrying her back to bed. He sat back against the headboard and felt her tears as she cried herself into exhaustion. Elide eventually fell asleep, but he did not. He just gazed at her ethereal face, wondering how on Earth he’d gotten her and how he’d managed to fuck it up this early. He would fix it. 

He was, he was falling for her. Irretrievably, utterly in love with Elide Lochan. The feeling was one he never thought he’d feel it again after Essar. 

And he’d seen it in her eyes tonight how her heart had cracked. How she was hurt. Gods, he really was a stupid bastard. 

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Elide blinked as Lorcan groaned softly beneath her and reached out for his ringing phone. He whispered, “I’m sorry” for waking her up and she just hummed softly, kissing his chest in sleepy acceptance. 

Last night was still fresh on her mind and she knew it wouldn’t be easy for either of them to talk about it. She rolled onto her back, reaching out for his free hand and smiling gently when he laced his fingers in hers. Elide looked out her windows, sighing at the rainy skies. It seemed the world was reflecting her feelings today. 

Lorcan was speaking quietly into the receiver, but Elide barely heard him until he hissed and his hand tightened in hers. She turned to face him, worry clear on her face. He looked down at her and kissed her brow, pulling his hand from hers to wipe his thumb over the furrow on her forehead. 

Then, he fell back onto the pillows, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Are you serious? Like, I’m the only person who can come in right now?” He stayed silent for a couple moments and then sighed resignedly. “No, yeah, I’ll come in. Yeah. Ok. Yeah, I’ll see you.” Lorcan hung up and tossed his phone onto her bedside table. He kissed her gently and then got out of bed, collecting his clothes. 

“What is it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and raspy in the morning, as she sat up. He seemed tense as he dressed. “L?” 

“Something happened at the shop, I’m the only one who can deal with it,” he told her, irritation bleeding through his voice. Elide climbed out of bed as well, padding over to him. Lorcan continued to dress, oblivious to her approaching. “And Rowan can only watch Ko till nine, so I have to bring him and it’s just–” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” she said, resting her hands on his arms, “baby, breathe. I can watch Kohana and you can go deal with work, ok?” 

Lorcan breathed in deeply and nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, ok. Thanks.” She nodded and smiled softly. “We can talk later, right?” 

“Mm-hmm,” Elide hummed, rising onto her tip-toes to press her lips to his cheek. “We can talk later. Let me change and you’ll drop me off?” She slipped out of his arms and walked behind the painted silk screen to change. 

Then, they both put their shoes on and walked down to his car. Elide went to walk to the passenger side, but Lorcan tugged her back to him, sliding a hand around her waist and the other reaching up to cup the back of her head before he kissed her.

Elide laughed against his lips as he kissed her harder, shushing her when she reminded him that they had to leave. “Lorcan.” 

He hummed, tipping her chin back to slant his mouth over hers. 

“Lorcan.” 

“Yeah, I know, we have to go,” he murmured.

“Lorcan.” 

“Elide,” he purred, his voice dripping with hot desire. 

“We have–” 

“We have to go,” he finished for her, licking into her mouth, slow and hot. “I know, baby, I’m agreeing with you. We’re gonna be late.” 

Elide smiled and pulled back, looking sternly up at him. “Lorcan.”

Lorcan nodded and stepped back, grinning at her. “You know, you keep on telling me that, but you also keep kissing me so…” 

“Shut up, stupid.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Get in the car.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

While Lorcan and Rowan talked, Elide walked upstairs to Ko’s room, where he was already awake, idly petting Tigger. He sat upright, blinking his big brown eyes at the change in lighting, his braids in disarray. “Hey, Ko,” Elide said, smiling warmly at him. 

Still half asleep, he looked over at her and startled, “Ellie?” 

“Yeah, your dad has to go to work for a bit, so it’s me and you today,” she explained, her smile growing when he climbed out of bed and pattered over to her, slipping his hand into hers. Tigger daintily leaped off his bed and walked over to them, standing loyally by Kohana’s feet. “Do you have anything you want to do?” 

“No,” he said, yawning as he did so. It would probably serve them all better if she put him back to bed, but the little one had a mean stubborn streak that would make any effort one done in vain. 

Rowan called out good-bye and Kohana ran down the stairs excitedly, calling out his farewell. Elide walked down calmly and waved as the silver-haired paramedic left. Lorcan had gotten Kohana a bowl of cereal and the kid was happily munching away as Lorcan hurriedly redid his braids. 

He was rushing through it and finally just gave up with a huffed sigh, letting Kohana’s soft hair fall free. With a kiss atop Ko’s head, Lorcan said good-bye and half-jogged to the door, stopping to brush his lips over her temple as he grabbed his rain shell. “I’ll be back soon, E.” 

“Ok, love,” Elide said, smiling at him. He smiled back and ducked out to his truck. She leaned against the doorframe and waited until a little voice called her back into the house and she waved once more at Lorcan before closing the door. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

They were playing Uno and Elide was losing, badly. Fucking hell, Kohana took no quarter. Eventually, he declared Uno and helped her gather up the cards, snapping the rubberband around them before putting them away. 

Then, they refreshed Tigger’s water dish and food bowl and Kohana spent a couple minutes petting Tigger’s soft soft fur while Elide made a mug of tea. He was telling her about a dream he’d had a few nights ago. “… and then I droved my daddy’s truck to my grandma’s house, but that’s silly, you know why?” 

“Why, Ko?” Elide asked, delightfully amused as she sipped her tea. 

“‘Cause my grandma lives across the ocean. We gotta take a big big plane and then a smaller plane and then a really fast boat. I see my aunties too, they look the same. I have auntie ‘Neha and auntie Sa-Sa!” He giggled and stood up, waking over to her and tugging on her hoodie. “Ellie?” 

“Yes?” 

“Can we go outside? I would like to go ‘plashing in the puddle,” he asked her, his eyes bright with excitement. “Pretty please?” 

She chuckled and nodded, putting her tea down to pick him up and kiss his round cheek. “Of course, my darling. Why don’t you go put on your outside clothes and we’ll go, alright?” Kohana nodded and Elide put him down, patting his back to get him going, not that he really needed any encouragement. 

While he got dressed, Elide dumped her half-empty tea down the sink and put away the bag of Tigger’s food. By the time she walked over to the door, Kohana was hopping down the stairs one at a time. She helped him into his rain pants and jacket, obliging him as he insisted that the rain pants were pulled over his frog gumboots. 

Then, as Elide sat to put on her shoes, Kohana opened the door and was racing towards the steps before she could stop him. “Puddle!” 

“Ko, be careful!” she shouted. Kohana got to the top of the wooden stairs and didn’t slow his pace. “The stairs are–” He fell out of sight and his pained wail followed him.  

Elide ran outside to the top of the staircase, eyes landing on Ko, who had fallen all the way to the concrete walkway. He was crying loudly and Elide hurried down to him, hardly noticing the fat raindrops falling on her cotton hoodie. “Ko, Ko,” she said, crouching down and worriedly picking him up, cradling him to her chest. “Oh, baby, you scared me. Are you hurt?” 

Big sobs ripped through him and tears streamed down his cheeks. Elide tried to move him, gently holding his left arm, but he screamed, the pained sound cleaving the peaceful neighbourhood. 

Her heart beat wildly as she pulled back and, as gentle as possible, pushed his sleeve up, his arm already swelling. She could see some purple just above his wrist and carefully prodded the area, to which he screamed again, shaking his head and trying to pull away. “No, no, no,” Kohana wailed, pure pain in his big eyes. 

“Ok, ok, c’mere, darling,” she breathed, gathering him up and dashing back into the house to grab her purse. She sat on the floor, hugging Kohana to her with one arm as she fished out her phone. 

Her hand was shaking and she could barely dial the three numbers to call the ambulance. 

“911, what is your emergency?” 

“I need an ambulance, I have a five-year old, he fell down the stairs and I think he broke his arm, his left arm,” Elide spoke quickly, her words miraculously clear. 

“Alright, ma’am, can you tell me your location?” 

Elide nodded and recited Lorcan’s address, hanging up after being instructed to fetch an ice pack and wait until the ambulance arrived. 

Kohana couldn’t stop crying, hardly noticing Tigger when the cat raced over at the sound of his distress. “I want my daddy,” he sobbed, over and over as Elide held him, holding the ice pack to his arm. “I want my daddy.” 

Elide hugged him snugly, kissing the top of his head, “I know, I know you do.” Me too, she thought, but seeing as she was supposed to remain calm, she didn’t say that. 

It seemed like an eternity until she heard the ambulance pull up and then Elide quickly stood, grabbing her purse and Kohana’s stuffed hippo, Robert, before dashing out. 

She recognized one of the paramedics to be Rowan, his eyes wide as he took in the sobbing child. “Ko?” 

She could only nod and pass him over, following closely behind into the ambulance. Once inside, Kohana reached for her and Rowan allowed her to take him as his partner started driving towards the hospital. 

She kept him calm enough to answer Rowan’s questions as the green-eyed man checked his arm, prodding around the area that made Kohana scream. 

A short drive later, they were pulling up at the ER and Rowan took Ko again to walk inside, rushing him off to another room with Elide quick on his heels again. 

Another doctor came in, wearing brightly coloured and patterned scrubs, and took Kohana off to get X-rays. Elide wasn’t allowed in with him, so she took the time to call Lorcan. 

“Hey, baby,” he said, his voice tired. “‘m almost done here–” 

“L, Ko fell and broke his arm. We’re at the hospital,” she told him, her voice shaking. “He went to get X-rayed, but I’m not a guardian, so I can’t be in there with him.” 

“What,” Lorcan breathed, now sounding wide awake. 

“L, he’s in the hospital. You need to get down here,” Elide said, waiting for his reply, but all she heard was the two-beeped tone of the call ending. With a slight sigh, Elide looked around the waiting room and spotted two chairs by the window. She walked over to them and held Robert in her lap, finally getting a breath in. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

It had been forty-five minutes, but Lorcan still hadn’t arrived. Kohana and Elide were sitting in a private room right now and he had stopped crying. His arm was still aching and sore, but Elide distracted him by telling him story after story and handing over his stuffy. 

“Alright, darling, I’m gonna step out for a minute, ok? Just need to see where that daddy of yours is,” she said, kissing his forehead before she walked out and walked over to the front desk. 

Just as she went to ask the nurse something, the doors banged open and Lorcan ran in, his hair sopping wet. 

Elide smiled and walked over to him just as he saw her, his chest rising and falling raggedly. “He’s ok,” she began, reaching out to press her hand above his heart, forcing him to look at her. “Lorcan, baby, look at me. Ko’s fine, he’s ok. It’s just a broken wrist, he’s–” 

“Just a broken wrist, are you serious, Elide?” he asked her, barely concealed anger clear in his voice. Lorcan stepped away from her, not caring that they were in a near silent waiting room. “I was right. I fuckin’ knew it. I fucking knew it.” 

“You knew what?” Elide questioned him, looking at him in confusion.

“That I shouldn’t have trusted you to watch him. I never should’ve trusted you. I could’ve- I should have asked literally anyone else. I need two hours, Elide,” he said, disappointment bleeding off of every word. “Two hours, and my kid ends up in the hospital.” 

Elide gasped in pain, her hand reaching up to press against her chest. Her eyes filled with tears and she glanced around the room, her voice hardly above a whisper, “You don’t mean that.” 

Lorcan stifled his scoff, white hot rage building in him, “Um, yeah. I do actually.” She finally looked up at him and his anger was checked by the true pain and heartbreak in her dark irises. 

“Really?” she asked him, her voice cracking. “Do you really mean that?” 

Cocking his jaw in defiance, Lorcan shrugged, “You’re the one who told me to talk more. I’m talking.” 

The first tear slipped down her cheek and Elide hastily wiped it away, though more and more took its place. She opened her mouth to say something, when her neighbour, Yrene, walked up to them, dressed in street clothes. He assumed that she was just getting off work and looking to head home. 

Yrene’s warm smile fell at the sight of Elide crying silently and she whipped her head to him, her eyes narrowing. “Ellie, let’s get you home, girlie,” she said, wrapping his girlfriend up in a comforting hug. Was she even his girlfriend anymore? “Come on. Let’s go.” 

Elide nodded and wrapped her arms around Yrene, her shoulders shaking. “Ok,” she said, leaning on the golden-haired woman as she looked back at him, whispering, “Say bye to him for me, please?” 

Without another word from her, but another glare from Yrene, they were gone and Lorcan walked over to the desk, asking the lady for where Ko was. 

He walked down a couple hallways and smiled as he entered Kohana’s room, seeing him sleeping as he clutched Robert in one arm. 

Lorcan walked into the attached bathroom and looked into the mirror. He wanted to smash it to pieces, hardly recognizing himself as nausea built in him and he whispered to his reflection, “What the fuck did you just do, Salvaterre?”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

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[danurso]

Colorguard christmas

(As per usual, my post for the celebration is late, but whatever, im still awake so it means christmas is not over for me yet, which techinically means im still on time)

Fun fact: every time i imagine adult RWBY, i imagine their 3.0 versions.

Pyrrha: so? Everything ready?

Perseus: *7y/o boy with red hair and blue eyes* *putting down a cup of milk* milk, okay!

Rouje: *7y/o old boy with blonde, red-tipped hair and silver eyes* *putting down a plate of cookies* cookies, ok!

Ruby: you didn't ate any of the cookies, did you?

Rouje: *with cookie bran around his mouth* nope, not a single one mommy!

Weiss: what about the lights?

Frost: *7y/o girl with icy blue eyes, white hair and blonde tips* *turns on the tree lights* lights, ok.

Yang: *with yin sitting on her shoulder* what about the tree?

Yin: *7y/o girl with blonde hair and red eyes* *placing a star on top of the tree* aaaand. . .done! Tree is ok!

Blake: so, is everything ready?

Kyara: *7y/o girl with black hair, a pair of cat ears, one eye blue and the other amber.* i think it is mom.

Ruby: great! Just a few more minutes and it will be christmas!!!

Perseus: i just wished dad was here to celebrate. . .

Rouge: me too.

Weiss: we all wanted that, but jaune had to go on that very important last time mission.

Pyrrha: but don't worry about that, he's going to be home tomorrow very early, so it will be just like usual.

Frost: well, at least he's going to be here tomorrow.

Kyara: *nods*

Yin: can't we at least call him?

Blake: unfortunately, no. Your dad is on a very serious mission and he can't risk receiving calls right now.

RFKYP: *expression drops*

Blake: but, he did let a video-message for you.

RFKYP: Really!?

Yang: here. *syncs her scroll with the TV and plays a video.*

Jaune: *on the TV* they there kids, merry christmas!

RFKYP: Daddy!

Jaune: sorry for not being able to be there with you today, but this mission i had was really important and daddy really couldn't pass on it.

RFKYP: *vision drops* we know daddy.

Jaune: and that's why i asked a friend of mine to pay you guys a visit while i'm out, he's a bit busy tonight so he can't stay for too long, but i know you all will love him.

Yin: who is daddy talking about?

Yang: *shrugs with a knowing smile* no idea.

Jaune: he should arrive at midnight, so you all better he nice to him, okay? I love you all, see you tomorrow. *video ends*

Rouge: daddy's friend is arriving at midnight?

Frost: but it's already midnight.

Weiss: *staring at the clock* would you look at that, it really is midnight.

Ruby: i wonder where this mysterious friend is. . .wait, are you guys hearing that?

RFKYP: . . . *listening carefully*

???: *footsteps coming from the second floor* HO-HO-HO!

Rouge: wait, that sounds like. . .

Jaune: *coming downstairs, dressed as santa.* HO-HO-HO! Where are the kids my dear friend jaune told me about?

RFKYP: SANTA!!! *tackles him*

Jaune: *on the ground* HO-HO! what strong kids you all are.

Yin: you're really santa!?

Jaune: why, yes. Of course i am!

Perseus: what are you doing here?

Jaune: *getting up* well, i was about to start my night and deliver the presents to the well behaved kids when i remembered that my friend jaune had asked me to visit you all today since he couldn't be here.

Rouge: *disappear in a blur before coming back with a cup of milk and a plate of cookies* here Santa! We made these for you!

Jaune: really? Thank you very much *eats a cookie and drinks some milk* hmm, this is great, you really are amazing kids, just like jaune said.

RFKYP: *smiling brightly*

RWBY/Pyrrha: *chuckles*

Jaune: which reminds me. *pulls the bag of his back* which one of you behaved this year?

Yin: ME! ME!

Rouge: ME TOO!

Kyara: i think i behaved well this year.

Perseus: i think i did it too.

Frost: *proudly* i was the most well behaved this year.

Jaune: really? Well, that mean you all deserve a reward. *pulls out several gifts, placing them under the tree* tomorrow morning, you will all be able to open them, if you try and peek at them, you won't receive presents next year, okay?

RFKYP: okay!

Jaune: well, now i need to go, there are many houses i need to visit today, and remember to always listen to what your parents say, okay?

RFKYP: okay! Bye santa!

Jaune: HO-HO-HO! Goodbye kids! *leaves*

Yin: wow, i didn't knew dad knew santa!

Yang: your dad is full of surprises. Now let's get to bed y'all, it's late and the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you'll get your presents.

RFKYP: roger that! *runs upstairs*

*a few minutes later*

Jaune: *walks back in*

Yang: *waves* hey there santa.

Jaune: hey girls. So, are they asleep?

Ruby: yup, soundly asleep.

Jaune: *sits on the couch and lets out a relaxed sigh*

Pyrrha: it was really nice of you to dress up as santa for them.

Jaune: *sheepishly* i just saw the costume on the store and had the idea to do this, it wasn't anything much. Though the bread is really itchy. *scratching his fake beard*

Blake: but i think it was worth it, the kids got really happy after seeing you.

Jaune: *grinning* what can i say? There isn't anything in this world that i won't do for my kids or my beautiful wives.

RWBY/Pyrrha: *with a light pink on her cheeks*

Jaune: *chuckles* no matter how many years pass, i still love to see you all blushing like that.

Weiss: s-shut up, you're such a dolt.

Jaune: and you all still love me and married me, making me the happiest man alive.

RWBY/Pyrrha: *blushes*

Jaune: *grinning victoriously*

Yang: speaking of happiness. *sits on jaune's lap*

Jaune: . . .what are you doing?

Yang: im sitting on santa's lap, it reminds me of my childhood, only this time santa is toned hot guy that really makes me wanna play around. *starts rocking her hips*

Jaune: *pink* e-err. . .yang, c-can you please stop?

Yang: *grinning* why? I've been a good girl the whole year? Can't i get my present now? *attacks his neck while inserting her hands under his coat*

Jaune: *red* g-girls, a little help p-please?

Pyrrha: sorry jaune, but we can't do that.

Blake: you weren't the only one planning something nice for christmas.

Jaune: *looks back the the girls, now wearing only thin negligees* uhh. . . *blushes with a nosebleed*

RWBY/Pyrrha: merry christmas santa~

Jaune: *dazed* m-merry christmas for me.

Yin: *standing on the corner with a cup of water in hand* . . . *walks upstairs, entering her room* hey, guys. . .

RFK_P: *sleepy* what?

Yin: santa is back.

Rouge: why?

Yin: *smiling* mommies are giving him a christmas present.

Kyara: that's nice.

Perseus: yeah, he himself probably doesn't get many presents.

Frost: great, now let's get back to sleep, it's late and i'm tired.

Yin: sure *lays on her bed* night guys.

RFK_P: night. . . *falls asleep*

Yin: . . . *drifts away*

*ten years later*

Rouge: *sleeping* . . .

Frost: *sleeping* . . .

Kyara: *sleeping* . . . 

Perseus: *sleeping* . . .

Yin: *sleeping* . . . *jolts awake, sitting up*

Frost: yin? *rubs her eyes and sits up* what's wrong?

Yin: they were fucking. . .

Frost: what?

Yin: santa was fucking our mothers! He's literally a motherfucker!!!

Frost: . . . *sigh* i'm too tired for this. *lays on the bed* goodnight.

Yin: wait! I'm serious! Santa was having sex with our mo- *gets four pillows on her face*

RFK_P: shut uuuup!

[ssixa]

Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem ReaderxMark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: explicit language, slight nudity 

A/n: I forgot to add that this will be a whole chapter story so if you like the story so far, please look forward to future chapters. Though I would give a specific day I update, life is pretty busy rn, but it will most definitely be every week:) I’m really grateful to the response I’ve gotten off the first chapter bc we all know how hard it is to get any type of interaction on this platform lol. Anyways, please enjoy chapter 2!!

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter 2

Finally done with my rounds! I don’t know how I managed to finish in a decent time, but I guess having most of my patients be up ad lib (medical term: abbreviation from Latin term ‘as libitum’ meaning ‘at pleasure’ and ‘at one’s pleasure, as much as one wishes.’” (medicinenet.com) or to put it more simply, people who are independent or don’t need assistance) or not need anything made it a bit easier to finish. I look at my watch and see I have a bit of time to catch up on the rounding part of charting, before starting my 9pm roundings which just include checking up on my patients. I sit down at the computer and catch up on my charting. Luckily, I didn’t have any interruptions while finishing up so I happened to finish on time with that too. I decided to go ahead and start my roundings a little early.

I made my way from room to room to check on the patients, but I walked in and out of Mark’s room to switch on the sink so the water could get hot and also to see what extra stuff to bring for his bath. He gave me an odd look, but I explained and he just nodded. Yet again it seemed that none of my patients needed anything so I ended up finishing at a good time as well. I made my way to the clean utility and got fresh bed sheets, a gown, towels and washcloths, and a blue bag to put all the used materials and dirty linens. With my arms full, I made my way to Mark’s room. With a few deep breaths, I knock and make my way in. I greet Mark who seems to be on his phone with his earphones in. He looks up at me and smiles and I smile back politely as I throw the materials in the chair and check the water temperature. As I turn around to get gloved up, Mark grabs my attention,

“Hey once you’re done come here for a sec” he says nonchalantly. I looked at him confused, but decided he wanted to tell me something that he was nervous someone could walk by and hear it outside the door. So once I get my hands double gloved, I walk towards him. 

“What’s up? Did you need something” I question. 

“Here’s my phone” he pushes his phone out towards me. I look at him in confusion as he keeps his arm forward.

“Um~ Mr. Tuan, I don’t really know what you’re wanting me to do with your phone? Wait, do you know where you are? Can you tell me your name and birth date?” I question worriedly (a/n: though techs, but nurses, aren’t the ones to ask these questions, these types of questions are asked to patients to check if they are mentally confused). He just keeps laughing and unplugs his earphones while keeping his hand stretched out with his phone at the palm. 

“Since you’re SUCH a big fan of Got7 and more specifically JB, I thought you would want to watch some never revealed videos of him” he grins. 

“OMG REALLY?!? That would really be awesome! Are you sure I can look, I don’t want to be invading any privacy here” I said.

“Well I’m the one offering so it’s not invading anything, just thought you might be interested” he surmised.

“Oh well, don’t mind if I do” I laughed. I went for his phone and all I see is the screen full of JB just chilling in bed. I look at Mark and say I think this video is frozen…

“Oh it’s not frozen, try saying hi” Mark smirks. I looked at him in confusion. It wasn’t until I looked back at the screen that I realized something...this wasn’t a video…

“WAIT THIS ISN’T A VIDEO?!?!” I slightly scream in horror

“Hello y/n, it’s nice to meet you!” JB says from the phone in a tired yet interested voice. I thank the heavens that I’m black and also wearing a mask because I have the biggest grin on my face and I’m pretty sure I’m blushing crazily right now. Looking up at Mark with a glare he tries his hardest not to laugh too loudly, but it’s obvious with tears welling up in his eyes that he’s on the brink of no return.

“It’s so nice to meet you too! This is honestly surreal! I wouldn’t have imagined talking to you in these circumstances though” I say with awkward laughter. 

“Oh yes! Mark hyung told me that I’m your favorite in Got7 and in Kpop, is that true?” with slight shy laughter. Again, my eyes glare to Mark who at this point is as red as a tomato laughing silently with tears falling down his face. I look back at the phone and kept talking,

“He told you that huh? Well it’s true hehe. I was hoping that it would have been kept a secret, but I guess it’s a little too late now” I joke. JB laughs and all the sudden I’m not as mad at Mark for pulling this rude prank on me. To be honest, I wasn’t even mad from the beginning, how could I be! I am looking and talking to an idol I love, who’s barefaced, hair in a bun, laying in bed with a sleepy look. How could I be mad at that?!I’m living the “y/n” life right now!

“Well it’s good to know that my hyung is being taken care of by someone as pretty as you. What are you planning on doing with hyung by the way?” he asks curiously. I’m taken aback by the sudden question, but come to realize that my stupid mind somehow decided to be in the gutter. Frazzled, I reply 

“Oh! I was just about to give him a bath because he’s not allowed to walk according to the doctor”

“uhhh...huh?...Marku…” he calls out to Mark. I realized that what I said probably didn’t make much sense to him so he asked for Mark to translate. My assumption was right when I heard Mark speak up in Korean and talked for a little while JB listened intently. I then heard an “ahhh~” from the phone meaning JB understood. Looking back at the phone, I can see JB’s eyes slightly shifting which makes me question what exactly Mark told him. Looking back at Mark, I ask

“Mr. Tuan, what exactly did you tell JB?” I say with gritted teeth

“Oh that you’re going to be seeing me naked in a few minutes” he smirked. Mark Tuan...I’m going to kill you. In a panic, I look to JB in shock

“I swear it’s not like that, well maybe a little, but I’m just giving him a bath!!” I frantically say. JB laughs jollily at my frantic state, but I feel like I heard him mutter something under his breath, but it was in Korean so I just kinda memorized it to search it up later. 

“I have to go now unfortunately, it was nice getting to talk to you JB” I say happily. He smiles back with a reply,

“It was nice getting to talk to you too, be sure to take care of our Markipoo” he said proudly. I started laughing a little harder than before, who knew they would have a cute nickname for Mark!

“IM JAEBUM I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!” Mark says angrily. Before Mark can get any more words out, JB yells 

“Bye nice to meet you!” and I reply,

“Bye love you too!” and the call ended. Wait… did I just tell JB I loved him?!? FFFUUCCKKKKK HE’S GOING TO THINK I’M WEIRD NOW!! HOW THE HELL DO YOU TELL SOMEONE YOU JUST MET YOU LOVE THEM!!! HOPEFULLY HE JUST THINKS IT’S AN AMERICAN THING...BUT I’M NOT EVEN AMERICAN...BUT I WAS RAISED HERE...WAIT HE DOESN’T KNOW ANY OF THAT!!! Maybe he’ll just think of it as a fan to an idol “I love you” not a man to a woman. This shift is not ending fast enough, but I have to be back here tomorrow night too. Rip. 

Mark must have sensed my freak out because he mimics, 

“I love you too” with a kissy face. 

“Mr. Markipoo it would be wise of you not to mock the person working in the health profession, unless you want to make your hospital stay longer” I say through clenched teeth trying my best to hold my tongue. 

“DON’T CALL ME THAT! But ok ok, that was just too priceless. You just made my hospital stay a lot more entertaining” he said laughingly. 

“I’m glad you find enjoyment in my suffering” I say with a huff.

“Let’s just get started on the bath already because being in here I’m feeling more tortured” I say through a fake cry. 

I grabbed the basin, filled it up with the hot water, and grabbed the soap and threw the towels into the water. I discard the top covers onto the ground to be put in the blue bag later. I then relay to him that I would start taking the gown off and he gives me the go ahead. Before fully discarding of the gown he asks,

“Um y/n, do you mind just leaving the gown around more of my private area?” he asks shyly.

“Oh of course! Would you like it placed over your butt as well?” I reply.

“Oh, um, sure if you don’t mind”

I placed the gown around the area and got him to roll over a bit to shove the gown under his butt so when he eventually turned over he would be covered. There is a certain appropriateness that comes along with my job and at this point my head is desensitized to a lot of things, but this is Mark Tuan we’re talking about. These are the abs that he’s shown off so many times at concerts and on lives; the teasing way knowing the thousands of fans watching will never be able to touch them, but here I am. Remembering I’m on the job, I ask the typical question,    

“Would you like a hot towel to wash your face with? And do you want it with or without soap?” I ask.

“Sure and no soap please” he replied. I handed him the hot towel and proceeded with the comments. 

“Since your arms look like they work fine, I will let you wash your upper body while i get your legs, cool? Cool” I conclude myself. Mark just laughed and went along. I gave him another hot towel with soap and he proceeded to wash. 

“No staring no staring” I think to myself. I head for the legs and proceed to wash giving him direction to lift one and then the other. Who knew he had ticklish feet. We wash off the remaining soap and I grab towels so he can dry off. I tell him to turn his body so I can get his back. He does what I say and rolls to the side of the bed. I proceed to wash his back while with another wash cloth he has he cleans his private area. Same as before we rinse off and rolls again, but this time to face me. He was just staring at me until I realized he was washing his butt. I quickly turn around to give him some privacy (thank god for masks) and he pipes up, 

“Why’d you turn around?” with an obvious smirk in his voice.

“Just to give you some privacy hehe, it’s kinda weird making eye contact through this, but just tell me when you're done” I reply surprisingly well. 

“I’m done,” he replies. He finishes drying off and I let him hand me the used washcloths and towels to throw into the used pile of linens. I finished getting the old linens off and new linens on, got the new gown on and discarded the old gown as well. I dump the water out, set the basin aside, and toss the soap into the garbage. I gather the dirty linens into the blue bag, tie the bag up, and push it to sit outside the door. I head to the computer table and tap into his charts to document the bath he had just received. The room is silent and I just look over to see what he was up to. He’s just, staring...at me?

“W-what?” I ask slightly flustered.

“Nothing, just thankful that I just got an awesome bath from my pretty tech” he winked and yet again with that smirk. I think we have a few more vacant rooms in the unit. 

“Alright Mr. pretty boy, do you need me to get you anything? It’s about the next time for vitals.”I relay.

“Already? It feels like just a few moments ago you were here”

“Yeah~ that little stunt you pulled with the video call was mad disrespectful and took up a bit of our time.” I snark.

“Ah~ really? Why do you sound so angry, I thought you would be more excited about it, but you looked like you were ready to murder me” he laughs.

“As much appreciated as that call was, imagine talking to one of your favorite celebs out of blue. Anyone would be flustered at that. I’m just glad that my mask covers my face and I at least have eyebrows on” I laughed sighed. 

“Yeah, I see your point, but I bet you look perfectly fine even without the mask and eyebrows.” he remarks.

“Mr. Tuan I’m really going to need you to stop being such a flirt especially with stuff that isn’t true.” I joked, but meant it kinda. 

“Who said I was lying though?” he deadpanned at me. His expression really caught me off guard so I just kind of shook it off. 

“Um I’m just going to head out and I’ll be back in a little while” I say while exiting the door. Yet another deep breath and like clockwork the same nurse walks by,

“Funny running into you outside the same room, you don’t look ok, do you need any help with anything?” she asked caringly.

“Oh I’m fine, he’s an easy patient but giving baths can be tiresome even with the easiest patient.” I reply laughingly. Not that it’s a full lie though. Bed baths can take between 15 to almost 30 min depending on the patient. Especially bathing a patient by yourself, it’s a bit tiring. Then again, there is no way to explain the heart attack he gave me with the face time to JB that preceded the bath and the look he gave me when I left the room. I just know, he’s dangerous and I’m really going to have to be careful being around this man. Remember y/n, you love your job, you love your job...you love your job.

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[clonecaptains]

I don't know if youre still taking them, but 75 or 63 (with Hopper as the presenter), would be amazing!

75. Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing + 63. Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek // light smut/comfort // 1.5k // masterlist

a/n: this is self indulgent cuz im a huge queen fan lol. but it could fit if we ignore the ending of s3! live aid happened in early july in 1985 - queen performed and the later in the even freddie mercury sang a song w/ brian may. those two performances are mentioned but you don’t need to have seen them unless you just want to!

“This next song is only dedicated to beautiful people here tonight. It means all of you. Thank you for coming along, and making this a great occasion. 🎶 This thing, called love. I just can’t handle it -🎶”

“It’s the mustache isn’t it?”

Hopper’s voice cuts through the TV. You’re watching Queen’s performance at Live Aid.

“Shh!” you shush him harshly, you want to hear. This is the show you’ve been waiting for.

Your eyes are glued to the set, watching one of your favorite bands perform. You clap along, and sing to your favorite. Sure Hopper likes Queen, who doesn’t? And if he’s honest, he loves seeing your excitement and the smile on your face. He watches you as you sit together on the couch.

When it’s over, you wipe a tear from you eye, and he can’t help but smile at you getting emotional over a good song. He won’t deny the performance was powerful.

But now that’s it’s over, he’s got to tease you about it.

Just a little.

“So it’s the mustache isn’t it?”

“What about it?” you ask getting up from the couch. The next act is performing, but you’re not interested. “Yours or his?” you ask with a smirk.

“Is that why you like him? Or do you like mine cuz it reminds you of his?”

You almost drop your can of Coke on the floor at his question.

“What?” he laughs at your laughter.

“You seriously think that I’m dating you because of your mustache maybe reminds me of Freddie Mercury’s? Babe. Come on.”

You sit back down on the couch, and lay your feet in Hopper’s lap. You pop the coke tab, and take a long swig. A warm hand begins to massage your feet and rub up and down your calves. It’s a quiet comfortableness as you watch the next act on TV.

It was almost perfect, until the phone rings.

“I’ll get it,” he gently lifts your feet off his lap, and grunts as he gets up for the phone. “Yeah, Chief here,” he answers.

You don’t have to hear the other person to know something happened and Hopper needs to go in. You can tell from the look on his face alone. You sigh, and so does he. It was supposed to be a nice afternoon with just the two of you. A day off for you both finally. And if he’s getting called in, it’s bad news.

He hangs up the phone, and disappears into your room to change clothes. You get up too, and wait by the door for him. When he comes, he’s all dressed except for his hat, which you’ve got in your hands.

Before you put it on him, you look him in the eye. “Hop, be careful. Please.”

“I will baby,” he leans down to give you a chaste kiss. When the kiss breaks, you put the hat on his head. He gives a soft wink and leans down to you once more. This time he puts his cheek towards you lips, asking for a cheek kiss. With a laugh of course you oblige. He grins himself, and heads out the door.

Now you’re alone, which isn’t unusual when he’s working. But you weren’t planning on this. So you settle on the couch to watch more Live Aid. It’s an all day thing, so you might as well.

It’s hours before Hopper comes home. You’ve already eaten supper at this time of night. You made him a plate, and he’s too exhausted to even heat it back up. He sits at the table, and you rub his back while he eats.

“You ok?” you ask him. He’s very quiet, though you guess that’s expected from a long unexpected day at work.

“Tired,” is his short response. “Your boyfriend’s back on TV,” Hop points with his fork in the direction of the television. Freddie Mercury is singing a song now alone.

“Hop, are you jealous? Hmm?” you tease and kiss his cheek warmly. You throw your arms around his shoulders and hold him.

“Of his mustache? Maybe,” he muses and playfully smooths down his mustache, “But I’m the one who gets to take you home, so I guess I win.”

“Exactly,” you smile and kiss his cheek again.

“Hey,” Hop whispers and turns his head to capture your lips with his own. “Baby, you wanna feel this mustache?” he growls playfully.

“Hop, don’t ruin it,” you giggle and kiss him again. You cradle his cheeks in your hands, and you get a good look at his face when you pull away. He looks exhausted. Bags under his eyes, that deep crease is in between his brows. He’s got a slight smirk, but his lips are still in a line of stress. You kiss his forehead, and wrap your arms around his head. You pull him to your chest, and he sighs heavily.

He’s weary.

“That offer still stands about the mustache,” he murmurs into your chest.

“Baby, you’re exhausted.” As much as you would love to take him up on his offer, you’re not sure. Until a big hand slides up your leg and grabs a handful of your ass.

“You sure?” he asks. It dawns on you maybe he needs this, for a pleasant distraction. He tries not to take work home with him, and maybe, he needs to forget.

“You make a pretty convincing argument,” you gasp as he kneads his fingers into your flesh.

He stands, and he towers over you. His size making your knees weak. He starts to hum Crazy Little Thing Called Love, one of the songs Queen performed earlier, and he lifts you into his arms.

He undresses slowly, there’s no real urgency, and he’s still so tired.

“Hop, sit down,” you tell him once he’s undressed. He nods, and sits on the bed. You’re still dressed, and you let him help you. You come to stand between his spread legs, his strong thighs have you trapped.

He peels off your shirt, and all but shoves your shorts and underwear off your body. He saves your bra for last, he presses his lips (and mustache) to your sternum, as his hands move around to unclasp your bra. His eyes are closed, and on muscle memory, he glides his lips down your breast to find a nipple. A hand blazes the same trail to the other. Your knees buckle from the pleasure, but his other hand anticipates this, and rests firmly on your hip, then moves to wrap around your waist.

Hopper pleasures your chest for a while. Almost more than you can bear. He’s not even opened his eyes. Your hands claw at his back and tug at his hair, urging him on and he growls against your skin.

He slips a hand between your legs, and when he feels the slick, he knows you’re more than ready for him. Two strong hands grab your hips, and he maneuvers you onto his lap. Then he guides you down onto him, he’s aching for you. With a heavy groan, he shudders as you take him. You wrap your arms around his head for the second time that night, his face in your neck. You move up and down with the guidance from his hands. It’s not fast, it’s aching and slow, but such a good ache.

His thumb finds your center, and teases you. He works you over until you’re coming around him. When you sigh into his ear, he finds his release and groans into your neck. He looks up at you with a sleepy grin.

“Maybe tomorrow I can really use the mustache on you,” he whispers as if it’s an apology he didn’t do more.

“Maybe I do like his better,” you tease. Which earns you a love bite on your neck and some tickles to your ribs. You climb off his lap, and he falls back on the bed with a tired groan.

He adjusts himself to lay on his side of the bed. He gets on his back ready for you to join him to curl up under his arm. He won’t admit it, but post sex pillow talk is one of his favorite things.

You get ready for bed, and climb in next to him and you curl into your spot under his arm. You say something, but his only response is a “mhmm.” When you look, his eyes are closed. It’s mere seconds before he starts snoring.

You smile, and kiss his cheek, then his shoulder. You snuggle under the covers, a hint of pride hits you. You did exactly what you set out to do, you wore him out so he’d get some good sleep.

The next morning, you wake before him. When you wake, it stirs him awake.

“Good morning Chief,” you giggle and snuggle into him.

You see a look of confusion on his face, then realization hits him.

“What?” you ask seeing his range of emotions cross his face.

“Couldn’t remember why I was naked, then…” he smiles and flings the covers back. “I remembered I made you a promise.” He’s quick and pins you down, and his big hands go to spread your thighs. He’s gonna make sure you feel the mustache.

And oh do you feel it.

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[mingjue]

another sangcheng cuddling bit :) set in early nights, but this wont be in their version of it i think

(requested by @adhdgays )

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Arguing with his older brother was probably the most mentally draining thing Huaisang could go through. Both of them were stubborn. Both of them hated admitting they were wrong-- especially Mingjue, even if they knew they were wrong. Once they got a story or point they believed, they stuck with it even when proven wrong. It was annoying and tedious, but the one thing he could be thankful for was Mingjue refraining from yelling at him.

He’s gotten close though, if slamming the front door so hard it broke the metal frame said anything.

Nie Huaisang always took the bullet train straight to Lotus Pier right after these fights. Sometimes he would text Jiang Cheng to let him know he was coming-- sometimes he didn’t. He wanted to talk this time, because sitting in a train for two-ish hours being left to his thoughts wasn’t the best.

Jiang Cheng had been asleep when he texted him, so his reply came late. He didn’t mind. He actually felt a little bad waking him up so late. At the moment it was pretty much 1 am, anyways. But Jiang Cheng started texting him back, starting a small conversation. 

NHS: i’m gonna be there in about 15 mins i think JC: o i should.  come pickbu up then NHS: nonono i can walk bby NHS: u’re too sleepy :/ JC: nah JC: it windyas hel right now i don t wan u getting sick. NHS: u literally can’t type rn i’m walking. it’s a ten minute walk anywyas shut up JC: :(

Huaisang bit back a smile at that.

JC: if yu get sick in going to thro ubback to qinghe i caNNOT get sick NHS: i’m gonig to get you sick >:) JC: no. ffs

The smile finally broke through, and he covered his face with his hand instinctively. 

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Nie Huaisang entered the home as quietly as he could, locking the front door once again behind him. After . . . Zixuan’s death, Jiang Yanli and her son was living with Jiang Cheng. He didn’t want to disturb them.

He took off his jacket and put it on one of the jacket hooks, kicking off his shoes at the step, but kept the bag he’d been holding-- he packed a bag intending to stay tonight, and tomorrow night. 

Not particularly being fond of how dark it was, he didn’t linger there for long. He made his way to the hallway of bedrooms and went straight to Jiang Cheng’s. Even if he didn’t need to, he knocked before opening it.

“Why should I not attempt to beat Mingjues ass right now,” He was greeted by a slurring voice coming from Jiang Cheng, who shut off his phone and tossed it to his nightstand.

“Because he’s probably twice your weight,” Huaisang hummed-- and suddenly tears pricked his eyes. He shut the bedroom door behind him, letting his bag fall to the floor before he walked over to the bed. He fell onto it beside Jiang Cheng, pulling the half asleep man into his arms to nuzzle the back of his neck, “It’s kinda my fault the argument happened anyways.”

Jiang Cheng hummed and settled against him, hands gently gripping his.

“What happened?”

“I . . .” His voice finally wavered, the guilt he felt when he first boarded the train hitting him immediately, “You know how he’s been having these like . . . breakdowns more frequently?”

“Yeah.”

“We were already arguing about that, right,” He hugged Jiang Cheng tighter, “And he was getting pissy about me wanting to talk about it in the first place, because Lan Huan’s been bothering him about it, but it all escalated--” He furrowed his brows and blinked at an attempt to hold back tears, “God-- basically I told him he’s acting like dad--” Jiang Cheng muttered a quiet, ‘oh damn’, “--and I was getting tired of dealing with him.”

Nie Huaisang flinched with a guilt-ridden sob and buried his face into Jiang Cheng’s neck. At that, he turned in Huaisangs arms to hold him in a tight hug, so his head was now at Jiang Cheng’s chest.

“. . . That,” Jiang Cheng paused, “You’re right to be annoyed with him, baby.”

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Huaisang cried, “Our dad was a piece of shit.”

“I know.”

“A-Cheng I made him cry.”

“Oh.”

They both stayed quiet for a moment. Huaisang nuzzled into Jiang Cheng’s chest while he slowly rubbed his back.

“Is he still at the house?” Jiang Cheng asked a few minutes later, gently kissing Huaisang on the top of his head.

“He left before I did.”

“And he isn’t on good terms with Lan Huan right now.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hm.” 

Both of the men flinched when there was a soft knock at the door.

“Yeah?” Jiang Cheng grunted, then the door silently opened.

“Are you alr-- oh!” It was Jiang Yanli. Nie Huaisang turned to look at her but immediately turned away again-- he was still crying, “I didn’t realize A-Sang was here, sorry.”

“No you’re fine, did we wake you?”

“A-Ling woke me first, but you’re fine,” She paused, “There’s leftover soup I can heat up for you two, if you need.”

“Shijie, it’s almost two AM.”

“I don’t mind.”

Huaisang sniffled and brought a hand to his face to rub at his eye, “Thank you, I don’t know if I can eat right now though.” Jiang Cheng hummed in agreement. 

“Alright,” She stepped out of the doorway, “Be sure to get sleep, okay? Goodnight.”

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng said goodnight in unison as she shut the door. 

“. . . Your sister is so nice, A-Cheng,” Huaisang mumbled, “Mingjue would smother me in a hug before telling me to get over it, then never talk about it again.” Jiang Cheng scoffed in a laugh.

“At least he’d hug you.”

“Yeah,” He frowned, “. . . I hope he’s okay.”

“I’m sure he is,” Jiang Cheng backed away to look at him, “I don’t think anything could really fuck him up this late.” Huaisang hummed.

They were quiet for a little longer. Eventually, Nie Huaisang prodded him to turn back around so he could hug him from behind again, poking at his chest and belly to tease him as he did. 

Before he could really get settled though, he huffed upon realizing he left his phone in his jacket pocket.

“I need to go get my phone,” He said, “In case Mingjue texts me or something.”

“He can text my phone.”

“He’s not going to, you know that,” Again he sniffled before placing a kiss on Jiang Cheng’s neck, just below his jaw, “I’ll be right back.”

He went to grab his phone as quickly as he could so he could rush back to Jiang Cheng’s room. As he did, he unlocked his phone, and sure enough there were texts left by Mingjue, and surprisingly Lan Huan.

NMJ: where are yuo. NMJ: Sangsang. NMJ: are you at Wanyin’s. NMJ: if you are asleep text me when you wake up ok. NMJ: or call me. NMJ: im sorry.

LXC: Do you know where your brother is? I can’t get a hold of him. Sorry for texting you so late :( LXC: Never mind, he showed up at the hotel. I hope you’re doing okay! :(

Huaisang frowned. Mingjues were sent just a few minutes ago, but Lan Huans were sent almost 20 minutes ago. Entering Jiang Cheng’s bedroom once again, he went to text Mingjue.

NHS: i’m at jcs da-ge

“He texted you?”

“Yeah, him and Lan Huan.”

NMJ: good. NMJ: im with A-Huan right now. NMJ: lunch when you get back. ok NMJ: ? NHS: ok NMJ: ok. goodnight Sangsang. NHS: goodnight

Huaisang sat down on the bed, “I think he’s going to act like nothing happened.”

“Don’t let him,” Jiang Cheng grunted, “Obviously you two have shit to talk about.”

“Yeah,” He sighed deeply and turned off his phone, setting it next to Jiang Cheng’s, “He wants to go for lunch. I’ll talk with him about it then,” As he spoke he turned around and laid next to him, once again pulling him into his arms. He nuzzled him before pressing a few more kisses along his neck-- which made Jiang Cheng raise his shoulders at being tickled, “Can I stay tomorrow night?”

“You can stay as long as you want,” Jiang Cheng grabbed his hand, “It’s stupid coming from me of all people but don’t try and avoid talking to Mingjue.”

“You’ve always been a bit of a hypocrite A-Cheng.”

“Oh fuck off,” He chuckled. Huaisang leaned over and kissed him on the corner of his lips with a small smile.

[slapmehoseok-blog]

Jungkook cheated on you.

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Info:

• one shot

•2,185 words

•Jungkook X Reader X Jimin

•Jungkook’s cheats on you

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You and jungkook have been dating for 3 years. You’re guys anniversary is supposed to be in 3 days. You have never loved anyone as much as you loved him.

You took the day off work and were sitting at your local café with your best friend jimin. You always suspected he had a little crush on you, but he knew his boundaries. You guys were discussing Jungkooks and your anniversary. Last year Jungkook planned the date for you guys, so this year you guys agreed you would to plan it this time around. As you and Jimin finished looking up local restaurants to find the best one and then calling to make reservations, you decided to head out to the mall to find a cute outfit.

As you reached the mall you and Jimin went to look for the perfect dress and shoes for your date. You picked out 3 outfits and asked Jimin to pick the best one (since you couldn’t decide). He liked the second one the best. To be exact he said “ oh my god, you look beautiful” with his jaw dropped. So you thought that was the best pick. It was a skin tight silky red dress with a pair of plain black strapped heels.

After finding the perfect date night outfit you thought you would part ways with Jimin since it was around supper time and you were getting hungry. You and Jungkook usually works late into the evening and end up getting take out most of the time, so this time you thought you would make supper for him.

You arrive home and open the door, however your gut feels weird. Like something is wrong. You go to take your shoes off when you notice a pair of pink flats.

You dont own pink flats.

your heart and mind start racing

“maybe my mom or sister came for a visit and let themselves in” you said to yourself in a hushed voice

you proceed into the living room to look for them but find nobody. Weird.

maybe they’re just in the bathroom

You then decide to go to your room to drop off your shopping bags because they are getting heavy and you want to hide them before Jungkook gets home. Thats when u hear it. A female voice, you have never heard before coming from your room. You slowly push the door open not expecting what you were about to see.

frozen. Thats what you were, frozen.

You see a girl on top of Jungkook in your guys bed half clothed. You drop your shopping bags on the floor making a thud. Both Jungkook and this random girl eyes shot in your direction. He pushes the girl off him and says “ Y/N this isnt what you think”

“What is this....” you said in a quiet small voice as tears formed in your eyes. Thats all you could say before you’re heart began to race and you then began to panic. You turned around and ran for the front door. All you had on you were your car keys and your cell phone. You couldn’t believe what you just saw. Theres no way. There is no way Jeon jungkook cheated on you 3 days before your 3 year anniversary.

Not know where to go or what to do you got in your car and just started driving, and called your best friend. Jimin picked up on the 2nd ring

ring ring ...

“missed me that much already huh?” He said in a jokingly voice

you couldn’t speak. You just sobbed uncontrollably.

“Y/N?! Whats wrong? Calm down, are you okay?” He knew something was wrong.

“ Ji-Jimin...” is all you could say through your cries.

“Y/N where are you? Im coming to you.”

“at-at the park near-r my house” you said with an unsteady voice through your tears

“stay put ill be there in 5 minutes“ he said with slight panic in his voice

You hung up and looked down at your phone. 12 miss calls and 4 unread messages from Jungkook. You just cried as you opened the messages:

•Come back

• im sorry, come back baby

•i love you, im sorry please come back to me

•come back, let talk this out. I love you, i cant loose you

As you finished reading the messages you heard a knock on your car window. You look up to see Jimin with a worried face. You unlock the door and let him in. “Y/N whats wrong? What happened!?”

“h-h-he cheated on my Jimin, he cheated on me” you lost all control of yourself and sunk into Jimins arms as you started to shake because you were crying so much. Jimin just stayed there holding you for the next 30 minutes without saying anything. He couldn’t believe the words that just came out your mouth. Jungkook cheating on you? But he adores you? He would have never thought he could do something like this. Jimin was furious, so many thoughts were running around in his head.

as you finally calmed down a bit you look into Jimins eyes and thank him for coming to you so quickly. He was a true friend. You tell him everything that happened and he just looks at you with the widest eyes not knowing what to say. You show him the texts and miss calls from Jungkook and he mutters something under his breath but you couldn’t hear it. However, you could tell he was angry

Now not having anywheres to stay for the nights to come, Jimin suggested his place to you. You took the offer because you didnt really having anyone else. Plus you really didnt want to have to explain anything to your family just yet. You guys arrive at his place and he immediately goes to the bathroom to run you a bath. “maybe a warm bath will help you relax a bit? Ill get you some of my clothes for when you are done” he said so innocently. You didnt say anything but nodded your head yes.

once you were done with your bath you put on Jimins clothes. They smelled like him, which was kind of comforting. You slowly push the bathroom door open to see Jimin making you a tea. He brings it to you with a small smile (trying to cheer you up a bit).

“um, you can have my bed and ill sleep on the couch tonight. Does that sound ok?”

you still didnt really feel like talking. You felt so small right now. You just slightly shook your head and said “thank you” almost in a whisper.

You sat Jimins kitchen table with him in silence until you finished your tea. You started to yawn. You were exhausted from the excessive crying and taking a warm bath. You simply told jimin that you were going to lay down now since it was getting late. He took your tea mugs to the sink and followed you to the bed room. He took some pillows and a small blanket from his bed and brought it out the sofa in the living room. After laying them down, he peaked around the corner and asked if there was anything else he could get you before you went to bed. You replied with no thank you.

you both then went your separate ways. You laid in his king size bed curled up in a ball realizing how lonely you were and fell asleep without even trying. You started to have a bad dream remembering everything that had happened early that day which made you wake up from your sleep crying. You just laid there in silence crying. Tears just slowly falling down your face. You looked up to see the clock on Jimins wall, it was around 2:30am. Thats when you realized you heard the living room tv still on. Knowing you wouldnt be able to fall back to sleep for a while you decided to go out into the living room to see if Jimin was awake.

to your surprise he was still wide awake looking at the tv. Although he didnt really seem like he was watching it, he looked like he was thinking about something. You made a little coughing noise and it startled him. He looked in your direction

“ Y/N, you’re awake, are you ok?”

“ i just woke up from a bad dream, is it okay if i come out here for a little bit ? I dont want to be alone” You pouted

“of course you can y/n” he sat up instantly making room for you.

you guys sat and watched tv for about an hour when you started to feel sleepy again. You moved a bit closer to Jimin and rested your head on his shoulder. He leaned his towards yours and stroked your hair for you. You thought about how lucky you were to have him as a friend and dose off to sleep.

Jimin sat there silently looking at your face stroking your hair as you fell asleep. He just thought to himself about how beautiful you were and how sorry he felt for you. He kissed your forehead once he knew you were asleep and carried you to his bed. He pulled the sheet over your innocent body tucking you in. He wanted to be there for you every step of the way. He loved you, he never told you that but he truly loved you. He wanted to take care of you the way Jungkook never could . He would never hurt you the way he did. He just wanted to hold you tight and tell you everything was going to be alright.

the next morning, you woke up feeling better. Everything about the events that took place the day before settled in your brain. You felt numb, but better. You walked out to see Jimin passed out on his couch half hanging off. You slighty giggled to yourself at the sight of it. You then decided to look at your phone to see tons of missed calls and texts from Jungkook once again. You got an instant headache. You opened the texts and read all the bullsh*t he said to you. After finishing you simply replied “Goodbye Jungkook” and blocked his number.

you didnt want to wake Jimin up so you went to his kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. Cereal and toast. You ate silently until you heard Jimin groan and get up to go to the bathroom. Once again you giggled at the sight. He came back out and saw you sitting at the kitchen table with a slight smile.

“whats so funny” Jimin asked

“ oh what, um nothing.. nothing at all” you said

“okay weirdo” was all he said laughing to himself

you never really realized how much you cared for Jimin until the thoughts about the night befjungkookore came flooding back. You were so grateful that he was there for you. If it wasn’t for him you would be all alone probably still crying your eyes out. He made you feel better, his presence made you feel better. He made all the hurt go away.

~3 months after jungkook cheated on you~

Life has been better, you’re still not fully over Jungkook, but you are trying. You have only seen him once since that day to collect your belongings but didn’t speak a word to him. He watched you while tears flowed down his face. How dare he?! HE did that, not you. Disgusting was all you could think...

Anyways,

You spend most your days with Jimin now, he has been so kind to you and you never will be able to thank him enough for that night when he was there for you when you needed someone the most. However, he has been extra flirty these days but you don’t really mind. He is overly handsome and it puts you in a good mood. You got your own apartment in the same complex as Jimin so you guys are always together. He keeps you happy. He makes you feel certain ways that jungkook was never able to. He is the only person who allowed you to be your own person. Plus he is the one who can make you laugh and smile instantly whenever you’re sad. He has always been there for you.

You never thought you would feel this way about Jimin, but you think you may have feelings for him. You thought about telling him but are scared of ruining your relationship you have with him now. Should you tell him?!

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Authors note:

okayyy, thats all for this one shot fanfic. Ive never done this before so please dont be too harsh on it lol it took my a while to do too.

please let me know what you think! It is very unedited, i know 😅

should i do another one?

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[superbolt]

Quiz Eps.

— 11:03 pm // 02.16.2022

I started a quiz today at 11:30 am with classes in between. It took me almost 12 hours to finish it but I guess I could have passed it an hour early only if I did stick with my idea on a 3-point question. Not the stressest yet, I dont think so hahaha. But todaaay, it’s the “Peace tayo, peace” HAHAHAHAH

— 1:45 am // 02.19.2022

It’s a pre-quiz craming time. How can i even fit all these 31 vidlecs in a night? hahahah galing half way to go. Ok tuloy tuloy.

The quiz was so awful, I can't even...

— 11:48 pm // 02.21.2022

Okayy so, I am currently reviewing for our sepa exams tomorrow and duuude my answer in my recent quiz was so bad, like supeeer bad brooomam. Tipong nakakahiyang ipacheck, its beyond disaster HAHAHHHA. UGHHH. K tuloy tuloy. 🙃

—9:13 pm // 03.04.2022

not quiz-related pero funny. So i assumed na there is no class kaninang 4:30 and nagpost din yung prof ng assignment. Okay, so aware ako na may gagawin but then i didn't even have the plan of checking the due date kasi naman sanay na day/s ang duration hahaha pero pagkabukas ko ng around 7:50, due na pala nung 7:30. Edi i told my friends, thank God we really are friends. Walang nagcheck ng due date hahaha. Yung lang hihi.

— 1:18 am // 03.07.2022

grabe im taking so so long already with this SA. ive manipulated the formula pero di ko parin makuha kuha huhu. Maglab na yata ako.

— 5:29 am // 03.10.2022

discorded from 9 pm to 5:27 am. kinda felt productive, really. tho im not finish yet. zZz. dont wanna have my 7:30 class later- hopefully none.

— 6:28 am // 03.15.2022

discorded from 8:30 to pass 6 and cooked some rice before going to sleep. all my dues are done except for lab, tho im done answering but i didnt turn it in yet

— 2:30 am // 03.17.2022

was planning to finish my el62 and start with my lab computation tonight kaso I just couldnt think straight and fast so tulog nalang muna hihu. My el62 prof is so extra lang in making our quizzes, it makes you work really hard for your score haha. night!

just to share sumthin about this^... so it was around 5:15 pm already when i asked my friend how many pages she was able to do, and out of surprise she told me that she was STILL about to do it. lokang loka si ghurl, our due date is 6:30 that day, and how can u even think and search that fast within approx 1 hr 40 mins. time left (ang hirap kaya magsearch and all knowing that it requires a "detailed" output daw) hahahah grabe samantalang if Ill calculate how much time i spent to finish it, dude thats half day for me hahahha baka more pa. Plus, I was able to fill up full 5 pages including references hahhaha. I cannot with that kind of risk and pressure lang. Power to my friend hahaha. IBA.

— 10:51 am // 03.18.2022

finished video A, did half of the lab computations last night and slept at 6:18 am kanina. i woke up around 9 to eat my breaky and now im back to bed, planning to wake up by lunch or 1 so i can immediately start reviewing for my quiz tomorrow < so sad that i cant make it to the province with my mom huhu > k, l8ers. " 2:44 pm -- woke up at pass 1 to review and kakaend ko lang since i feel sleepy na. im left with 3 vids for video B and another 3 from video C grabe ang hard to understand :€ nakakastress, idk if im still gonna finish it all or just push thru on practice probs. im literally having an absorption crisis. 💀

— 12:38 // 03.18.2022

stopped reviewing already, sleep is more important especially when u know that there is nothing's going inside your head na. haays. hoping for the best or atleast better tomorrow. thank u Lord agad ~.~ gnight and best of luck!

— 3:31 am // 03.25.2022

had a research night with my besties, it was a productive and a fun one. these baes never failed to be so cool. I kinda laughed a lot too and even discorded alongside it. :>> waiting for dad to wee, so i can immediately paint the ceiling part after hahahaha, tibay yarn. ~ seg lang, i really want to eat shawarma from the sharwarma in bloom bukas or sa sat. Di pwedeng matapos nang di ako nakakakain ng tinda nilang shawarma hmm lets see.

— 2:48 am // 05.16.2022

answered our solution thermo quiz ng 11:30 am and submitted it pass 9 pm. After dinner, I immediately started with my PhychemLab quiz and natapos ko naman din by pass 12 then reviewed sobrang a little lang on CRE. Ang sakit parin talaga ng back ko huhu. goodnight. Buy ako ballpen tomorrow.

— 12:25 am // 05.18.2022

no naps for today. Quiz whole noon to evening. Im more of tired than drained? anw ill get things done tomorrow na hopefully all. And go buuuuy ballpen refill for real na tomorrow.

[sunnysidewrites]

Husband!Joshua

Requested by anon: Can I have a married!au with Joshua? Like what mornings together are like, if that makes sense? Thank you so much!            

HERE IT ISSSSS!!!!!! I promised to write more in December, but it’s seriously ridiculously hectic, so I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to write more!! BUT ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE WRITTEN IN GENERAL SO THAT’S AN ACCOMPLISHMENT ON ITS OWN!!! After the repeal of net neutrality, who knows how much more time is left before I’m unable to..... :(((( Happy reading children!!!!

warnings: i just,,,, got incredibly soft bye

One word: SOFT

Oh my god y’all he is seriously hubby material I’m shakING

Everything he does, from little to big gestures, is always a way of him showing affection

It ranges from him giving you a shoulder massage when he notices you rubbing them tirelessly recently to treating you out to a Broadway show

“Joshua how in the hell did you get us tickets to Wicked when they sold out months ago??”

“Don’t worry about it babe, the focus is on you and all your hard work tonight <33333”

iM ACTUALLY MELTING!!! M ELT I NG!!!!

but actually he has a lot of friends who owe him 84 favors

Being courteous has its perks

Gentleman is his middle name,,,, ya know until someone tries to pull a fast one on you

Even if it’s not even anything deep

Mingyu would just give one of his bear hugs and JOSH WOULD JUST HAVE THAT L O O K

“okay mingyu that’s quite enough touching, thank you very much” he would sass as he subtly pulls you closer to him

Poor mingyu is pouting bc he’s like hyung!!! that’s not fair you weren’t like this before you got married :////

Marriage changes you, lil one

MORNINGS WITH HIM ARE SO!!!!!! FREAKING S W E E T IM W E A K

You usually stir in his arms, in the same exact position most of the time

Your limbs are tangled together, your head buried in his chest

His arm is draped around your shoulders while simultaneously half being your pillow

He often wakes up at the same time as you and you both groggily exchange smiles and slow blinks and eye rubs

JOSHUA HONG INVENTED HUSKY MORNING VOICES!!! WOW KMS

“Good morning beautiful”

And you’re like this is way too early for me to be blushing

Sleepy morning wake up kisses alsdjksdljfdj iM CRYING IN THE CLUB

Usually just cheek kisses though bc you still gotta freshen up LOL

V v v reluctant to let you go and leave the bed but you threaten him that you won’t be kissing him until you can wash up and then he’s like ok fine

“If you don’t let me go rn, you aren’t receiving kisses the whole day”

“You make a compelling argument”

Lazy mornings when y’all sleep in

You quickly whip up some fried eggs and he helps toasts the bread and sets the table

Y’all are just one soul split in 2 bodies tbh and iM LIVING FOR IT

If someone is ogling eyes at you for a second too long he gets suPER POSSESSIVE

y’all would just be walking down the street and suddenly his arm shifts from around your shoulders to snaking around your waist and you’re like ????????

And all he does is look ahead with that infamous Cheshire Cat smirk-grin and you KNOW he’s up to no good

“Josh, you ok?”

“Of course I am, sweetie, why wouldn’t I be? Can’t I just show my lovely spouse some affection?” *wink wink*

“Alright what are you jealous about this time”

cmon joSH WE LITERALLY CHOSE YOU JFC YOU’RE A GROWN MARRIED MAN

Offers to clean just about everything

Dishes, bathtub, toilet, the living room, your bedroom

Literally any space in your home

And you’re gonna scream bc you know he must be 73 times more tired than you are but he can’t help it!!!

He’s always observing your behavior for any indication of fatigue, from the way you blink to your occasional self lower back rub

He could practice for 15 hours straight and it still wouldn’t hurt him as much as seeing you exhausted and having the life drained out of you

:’(((( I’m sorry I need a moment

Definitely loves to have you close by him so he’s assured you’re his and safe!!!

Whether it’s hand holding, waist grip, shoulder arm drape, even a piggyback ride, he’s instantly reassured from your sole presence

BACK!!!!!!!! HUGS!!!!!! *SCREAMS*

You would be just browsing the bookshelf and suddenly his arms slowly engulf your front and yoU’RE ABOUT TO TRANSFORM INTO A PUDDLE RIGHT THEN AND THERE

He’s incredibly warm, inside and out

His breath always tickles your ear and when he does that beautiful melodious giggle you’re sure you’re about to become 1 with the earth lmao

Jokes all the time and lightly pranks you

But he does it out of love :’))))

He really just does it to see you get flustered bc you’re such a cutie and he thinks that too

“JOSH!!! YOU KNOW I CANT REACH IT WHEN YOU HOLD IT UP HIGH!!!”

and he watches you struggle for a little bit and he can’t help but break out into this goofy fond grin

“ok you win you’re too adorable you got me!”

“You made me suffer!!”

“BUT YOU’RE JUST SO CUTE”

And you lowkey forgive him bc he always gives a sweet lil sorry peck

and they may or may not lead to make out sessions sometimes

He loves taking you to different places for changes of scenery and just for your sake so you get to experience everything with him!!!

But he also definitely doesn’t mind having lazy days and cuddling on the couch

Y’all have cute married couple arguments that make you frustrated but also laugh at how ridiculous they sound

“Josh I told you to get the plastic ones”

“But plastic is harmful so I got the paper ones”

“We aren’t microwaving them??? It was perfectly fine to get plastic”

“Look I’m just trying to look out for us!!”

“IT'S FINE GET THE PLASTIC”

“DO YOU WANNA DIE??? NO I THINK NOT WE ARE STICKING WITH PAPER”

besides that bickering, it’s not very common for y’all to fight bc you are usually on the same wavelength

But in cases where you do bicker, both of you get upset more at the thought of arguing so you work it out right and there

A very very healthy relationship!!! yay reader!!!

There’s not a day that goes by without him cracking a dad joke or sending you some memes of his members

“Honey, check out this pic of Vernon at the carnival—“

“I know babe, he’s choking on a churro and the staff member behind him panicked”

“Want to hear a joke about paper?” “No, I really don’t—“ “never mind, it’s tearable” “if I hEAR ONE MORE DAD JOKE JOSH”

But it’s chill bc he makes it up to you by peppering you with soft kisses all over your face right before you go to sleep!!!

You’re in his secure hold with your face resting on his broad chest

And you’re about to knock out but before you do, he ambushes you with your favorite attack: kisses

and you’re like oh my god bby what are u doing

He keeps planting kisses on every inch of your face and in between each of them, he softly speaks, “because I love you and I’m trying to make you forget about those jokes from earlier”

You can’t help but laugh at how sweet he is and you give him a short and sweet kiss

“Well, I’ll make an exception for my husband, I suppose”

and you fall asleep with his warmth surrounding you <33333333

[amidalc]

All the text meme thingy hehe

TEXT MEME » NOT ACCEPTING  

@skywxlkxr

☮ for an apologetic text

blond giant 💕 » listen i know i shouldn’t have... had so many drinksblond giant 💕 » and i’m sorry for getting kicked out of that bar... and for punching that grosse creepy guyblond giant 💕 » and i’m sorry you had to carry me homeblond giant 💕 » and for falling asleep on your bedblond giant 💕 » and for sleeping in your shirtblond giant 💕 » you’re not mad... right?

⊙ for a reaction to your muse’s nudes text

blond giant 💕 » ANAKIN SKYWALKER DID YOU JUST...?blond giant 💕 » i checked it, yes you didblond giant 💕 » i’m about to board a 14 hour flight and then i’m not back for like another 2 weeks...blond giant 💕 » how am i supposed to be able to endure this long flight now?blond giant 💕 » well i’m keeping that picture, it’s niceblond giant 💕 » as revenge i’m going to send a picture backblond giant 💕 » only you have to wait for more than 14 hours to receive itblond giant 💕 » you just wait, your giant, two can play this game

❋ for a hopeful text

blond giant 💕 » i spoke to mum... she and dad totally want to meet you and said you’re welcome to stay next time i go see them...  blond giant 💕 » i mean only if you want! i know we haven’t been seeing each other for a long timeblond giant 💕 » and that manila’s half way around the worldblond giant 💕 » but we’ve been friends for a while and i think we’d have a good timeblond giant 💕 » ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSEblond giant 💕 » jfc i’m babbling

☯ for an adoring text

blond giant 💕 » do you know how much i adore you??blond giant 💕 » because i do, i just cant stop thinking about you and your smileblond giant 💕 » it’s like you’ve taken over my head and i don’t careblond giant 💕 » you’ve turned me into the biggest romantic sapblond giant 💕 » i’m a heartbeat away from writing mr anakin skywalker in my diary... jk i already did before we were together, is that weird? DELETEDblond giant 💕 » i just want to find you and smother you with kissesblond giant 💕 » dammit giant, LOOK WHAT YOU’VE TURNED ME INTOblond giant 💕 » love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ 

ღ for a friend-crush text

blond giant 💕 » so... do you have plans for the night??blond giant 💕 » because i got free tickets to this movieblond giant 💕 » idk if it’s any good but it free... eh?blond giant 💕 » anyways, what i’m saying is... or wait no, askingblond giant 💕 » is if you’d like to go see the movie with me???blond giant 💕 » there’s no one else i’d rather go with DELETEDblond giant 💕 » bc showing up alone is no fun... i’ll even buy you dinnerblond giant 💕 » what do you say??

❤ for an affectionate text

blond giant 💕 » i know you hate lectures and that it’s freezing out there blond giant 💕 » and you are such a gem for taking notes for me while i’m sick with fever ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » i love you so much ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » i promise to make it up to you, okay ???blond giant 💕 » well after i’m bed-ridden, now i can’t function

✂ for a worried text about the receiver

blond giant 💕 » ani? i heard about what happened and i’m sorryblond giant 💕 » but please don’t ignore my calls... or just text me to me that you’re okayblond giant 💕 » it’s 3am and and i’m worried sickblond giant 💕 » i can’t sleep... please tell me you’re okay? please talk to me... i love you, i’m here for you blond giant 💕 » if you’re not here in an hour i’m going out to look for you

☺ for a complimentary text

blond giant 💕 » you know you’re so cute when you’re tired and whinyblond giant 💕 » because you look all sleepy, and have the cutest pout, and your hair’s all messy and all i wanna do is smooch you all overblond giant 💕 » it’s a blessingblond giant 💕 » you’re a blessing DELETED

❂ for a text about another character (specify other)

blond giant 💕 » what do i even wear????blond giant 💕 » i’ve never done the whole meet the parent thing before and i’m nervous...blond giant 💕 » i’m so nervous... please tell me everything will be ok again, please?? ❤️

✳ for a holiday text

blond giant 💕 » listen we’re all ditching lectures tomorrow to drive out in the middle of nowhere to a christmas tree farm bc they have student discounts and then back home to decorate itblond giant 💕 » don’t you dare say no... because you always complain about going to lectures and we can be huddled up in the backseat with hot chocolate... and decorate the tree together  blond giant 💕 » also i’m making you gingerbread cookies... am i not the best girlfriend in the world?blond giant 💕 » the only right answer is yes

♆ for a sext

blond giant 💕 » i’m in my roomblond giant 💕 » wearing your tshirtblond giant 💕 » only your tshirt 👀❤️blond giant 💕 » it smells like you too...blond giant 💕 » now if you don’t hurry from grocery shopping then i’ll get started... early...blond giant 💕 » i am in no way responsible for whatever you walk in on

☼ for a joking text

blond giant 💕 » so lithium and sodium sit in a bar and gold walks inblond giant 💕 » and lithium goes “AU what’re you doing here?”blond giant 💕 » get it????? 😂😂😂blond giant 💕 » if uni doesn’t work out i could be a comedian 

↔ for a bitching text

blond giant 💕 » i got an f???blond giant 💕 » i failed ??? wtf i rarely get a b let alone FAIL... blond giant 💕 » how do i deal i’m in the girls’ toilets cryingblond giant 💕 » it’s not fair i stayed up till early morning studying and i get an f???blond giant 💕 » i want to quit uni this is so not fair !!!!!

♣ for a gossipy text

blond giant 💕 » LISTEN blond giant 💕 » ANIblond giant 💕 » ARE YOU LISTENING BC I’VE GOT SUMMIT TO TELL YOUblond giant 💕 » I JUST SAW THE DEAN AT THIS CLUBblond giant 💕 » HE’S DANCING ON A TABLE SUPER DRUNK IT’S PRECIOUSblond giant 💕 » YOU SHOULD GET HERE ASAP

$ for a lying text

blond giant 💕 » sorry i can’t come to lunch i already have plans... im sorryblond giant 💕 » but i might see you later???blond giant 💕 » i hate pretending that i’ve forgotten your birthday... but you just wait until you see what i planned for you DELETED

☆ for a longing text

blond giant 💕 » as much as i love being back with my family it feels empty without you ❤️blond giant 💕 » i miss you so so so much, i’m at their beach house on this beautiful island and i wish i could experience it with you ❤️blond giant 💕 » anyways i’ll be home in like 2 hours if you want to skype ❤️❤️❤️

♬ for a fangirl/boy gushing text

blond giant 💕 » listen i just found these cute totally spy tshirts online !!! blond giant 💕 » i bought you a clover one and me an alex one ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » so we can match !!!

★ for a dumb meme or inside joke text

blond giant 💕 » istfg if i don’t get that grade i deserveblond giant 💕 » ima use AGGRESSIVE NEGOTIATIONS blond giant 💕 » jfc you giant you’re a bad influence ❤️

♘ for a questioning text

blond giant 💕 » so hypothetically...blond giant 💕 » what if i said i found the perfect flat, near town, right by campus?blond giant 💕 » fit for two...blond giant 💕 » how would you feel about... getting our own place?blond giant 💕 » it’s fine if it’s too soon... but i thought i’d ask ❤️

♬ for a music rec or lyric text move rec

blond giant 💕 » there’s a totally spies movie of how the spies METblond giant 💕 » if we don’t watch this tonight i won’t kiss you for a week

☽ for a sleepy text

blond giant 💕 » ani... as much as i’d love to get ready and take an overpriced über to whatever dive bar you all ended up at...blond giant 💕 » i’m just too tired rn ❤️ all i need is bedblond giant 💕 » i love you though and i hope you have fun ❤️blond giant 💕 » ps. your drunk giant self is welcome to crash in my bed and wake me up with snuggles though ❤️❤️❤️

☢ for a snarky text

blond giant 💕 » i’m at the café waiting for you jsyk ❤️blond giant 💕 » and don’t get your hopes up i brought course lit, lecture notes and my laptop... it’s a study dateblond giant 💕 » but dw for every chapter we finish, i’ll give you a kiss ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » if we don’t get anything done then no kisses 😈