#something short because fucking hype yo

[szasfuckingwife]

CHALLENGER

GOJO SATORU X FEM!READER X GETO SUGURU

SYNOPSIS: YOU ARE KNOWN FOR YOUR BIGGEST TALENT. AND WHEN SAID TALENT IS HITTING A BALL WITH A RACKET, HOW CAN YOU STOP THE EYES OF TOKYO’S STRONGEST COMPETITORS?

WARNINGS: Nothing but some good ol’ smut

A/N: Nothing, jus go watch challengers that shit was amazing

Gojo Satoru who can’t stop gushing to his best friend Suguru about the girl he saw at the Shibuya Open. It was evident that you hitting that tennis ball with such vigour replayed in his head over and over again.

Except, his friend didn’t get the hype. I mean, he saw your sponsorships and saw that you were good. But never understood the hype. Until, he saw you play in person.

Both of the boys were starstruck on how much stamina you had, how passionate you were, and how short your shorts were. Geto and Gojo had the pleasure of fixating their gaze on you whilst everyone craned their neck to watch each opponent. And even though they missed how the other challenger played, they didn’t care.

They were looking at you.

Whilst you’re more focused on your ability to play, you notice that Gojo is a decent player. It’s clear he loves tennis. He’s fit, strong, good looking and knows how to make you smile, which is not a must but a plus for you. If it’s opening doors or getting you chocolates, Satoru is the man.

However, Geto is much more deeper than that. There’s something missing, something that you seem yo be missing too, that is inside him. When he loses a set, it’s explosive and dramatic. Like you.

From a wide perspective, Satoru would be the obvious match. After feeling insecure in how you played, not only did Satoru take you out for dinner, but his lips pressed against yours so softly.

He guided you to his bedroom and stripped you down slowly whilst not looking away from your eyes. Knuckles turn white as you grip the headboard, realising Satoru’s tongue may have more things to offer than just sweet words.

That night was passionate and, just as if you were on the court, you both took your time and concentrated on the pleasure that came with such an activity. Satoru’s veiny hands explored your body with such precision, you felt like prey under his touch. But you wouldn’t physically allow Gojo to overpower you, you were the better player by no doubt.

His cerulean eyes widened as you made your way on top of him and began to ride him. The whimpers of your friend only motivated you to continue, milking every last drop.

The days after you and Satoru’s intimate night was awkward. Geto knew you fucked, it was clear as day. The lingering stares, the less frequent hang outs, Satoru’s cheeks blushing whenever you walked in the room.

It was obvious Satoru had some feelings towards you, and Suguru wanted that too.

Never-mind being friends since they were in diapers, Gojo was taking the one thing Geto had— or did he?

One night, the pair had an argument. Sure it was about ‘Satoru stealing Suguru’s lucky socks and not giving it back. But you knew better. Outside their hotel room, you heard everything.

“Face it, Suguru, this is more than just a silly sock. It’s because you’re jealous~!” Suguru’s eye tweaked as he heard Satoru’s tease him. “You’re mad that she picked me and not you! Admit it.”

The dark haired man stayed silent for a while before speaking, “Whatever she did with you, she was thinking of me. She wants me.”

A smirk adorned your face as you heard your two boys talk about you in such a passionate way. They were both pining for you. And maybe Suguru was right when he said you were thinking about him when you were fucking Gojo, could you not have your cake and eat it too?

You decide it’s time to knock on the door and end this, stupid but weirdly flattering, argument.

Both of the boys stop in their track as they hear three knocks come from the door, instantly racing to clean the room. When they deemed the room clean, it was now a matter of who’d open the door for you. Face value, it was a simple task but q task that both of them took with great seriousness.

Just as quick as they cleaned the room, they both raced to the door, Geto being a smidge faster.

“Hey..!” They both said in unison as you stood, a shit-eating grin plastered on your face.

“Hi.” You responded. You walked in without getting invited, something the boys were accustomed to the more they knew you.

They watched as you sat on a seat, “You want a drink?”, Gojo spoke up, “Beer?”

You shrug and almost instantaneously, Geto was in front of you with a can of beer in hand.

“Why are you guys acting so weird…?” A chuckle leaves your mouth as you open the can. They both look at each other before Satoru responds.

“So, Suguru is mad because I may have, accidentally, used his lucky socks for my set last night-”

“Lucky socks my ass! You’re just mad because you know that Y/N is into me.” Suguru smirks earning another chuckle from you. Satoru’s eyes flick between you and Suguru with a slight frown.

He shakes his head, “It’s not even like that!”

You turn your head to him and raise a brow, “What’s it like then, Satoru?”

He remains silent for a while. Probably weighing his choices, does he leave the situation alone and appear weak in front of the girl he likes or does he fight back against Suguru? “He’s jealous we fucked.”

Suguru booming laugh echoes throughout the room. He was taking it seriously, however the pathetic way in which Satoru spoke humoured him. “Listen to this guy, Y/N…I mean seriously. I wouldn’t be jealous of another man for sleeping with a woman. A woman isn’t just her body.”

Ironically, you were just your body. For tennis, that was all you relied on. Your agile glides against your half of the tennis court, your mobility, your cadence. Without your amazing body, you wouldn’t be able to do what you love.

“Suguru.” You interrupted the bickering.

He looked at you.

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

The question caused both of them to choke on their own breaths. You’ve always been known for having no filter, but the natural way you spoke of having sex was a shock for the two boys.

“Y/N, stop messing aro-” “I’ll let you.” You expose your magazine front cover smile, playfully giggling at their reaction.

“You’d let me?” Suguru began to grin before he was struck on the back of his head by Satoru’s hand.

You giggle again, “I’d let both of you. C’mon…pleasure me…”

Both boys watch as your hand travels up Suguru’s thigh, achingly close to his crotch. His breath hitches as he takes in the feeling of you kissing his neck.

But suddenly, like a lost puppy, Satoru kisses your neck in hopes you wouldn’t forget him. And you don’t. You turn your head with a smile and a gasp, letting him continue to kiss your neck.

And then, another pair of lips are on your neck. You hold their heads as both of them now hungrily kiss your neck.

“Can we…touch you..?” Satoru says in between kisses. You eagerly nod before you feel hands on your thigh. Geto’s hand cupped your breast whilst his friend’s fingers rubbed against the outside of your panties.

You tried to his your smile with a bite of your lip but you can’t help it. Your boys were being so good to you, and treating you so well. To reward them, your hands were back on both of their, now hard, crotches. They gasped and moaned as you rubbed the outline of their cocks so nicely.

“Take off your shorts…” You whisper and they immediately did what you said. As they sat with their cocks out, they watched you kneel before them, smiling so innocently at them. You were a tease.

Slowly, you began to stroke both of their cocks simultaneously. Seeing as he never felt your touch before, Suguru threw his head back in ecstasy. The white haired boy, however, spat down at his cock, encouraging you to go faster.

“You like that, Satoru? Hm?” You smirk up at him. He nods absentmindedly, too caught up in the feeling to properly communicate. Another giggle leaves your lips as you turn to face Suguru, “How about you, pretty boy?”

Suguru hums in response, “Mmhmm…Yeah…it’s good…”

The boys moans rose in frequency and pitch, the pleasure of feeling their friend’s hand wrapped around them felt too good. But you knew better than to let them cum this early, you removed your hands. Both of them responded in a sour face, a whine even left Satoru’s mouth.

“Satoru, you stand there, Suguru, you can get on the bed…” You say whilst stripping yourself down. “After this, you better win that fucking challenger..”

[papil0nglegs]

Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who is genuinely terrifying. Like there quiet, sneaky, uncanny, basically reader is kinda like the mercs very own cryptid. (Bonus points if reader is tall af<3)

Boo 🤍

A/n: Spy’s is a little short here 😣 I hope you weren’t too eager to see his lol. I got a little experimental with this one, not too much tho. Also I’ll be going on another break, I know I just finished one but I’m going through an unexpected rough time rn. So sorry guys, hope you enjoy <33

Warnings: Video used may be a spoiler for s2 of scream queens, Praying is used in a humorous light

To start things off, you introduced yourself in the worst way possible. The bus that you were supposed to take got broken down so you had to find your way through the base without knowing where the entrance was. So what’d you do? Bang into a bunch of glass windows at 3am while it was RAINING. Some of the mercs were up trying to fix up the power generator and..

I saved that clip for weeks I’m so happy I have a reason to use it now

I know they’re all supposed to be big bad mercs but you scared the living FUCK out of them.

Scout

This man went running. He went all the way from the generator to the fucking bunks in the span of a minute! So what’d he do when he got to his room? He grabbed his cross necklace, got on his knees, and started PRAYING.

“Please god Jesus frickin’ Christ hear my prayers, save me-I’m sorry about all those magazines I keep under my bunk and I’m sorry that I told spy to go fuck himself when he told me I couldn’t pull bitches and I’m sorry I call girls bitches please just don’t let me friggin’ die dude!!”

He just kept chanting the same things until Miss Pauling found him cradling himself on his bed with a blanket wrapped around him.

“Scout what are you doing?”

“THERE IS A GHOST IN THE BASE.”

“Oh, you mean y/n?”

‘Hi 👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️’

Yea he was pretty freaked out by you. To make it worse, you always just stare at him. He can’t remember a single moment where he looked at you and didn’t catch your tiny pupils locked onto him.

At first he’d just gently wave awkwardly while you did the same so freakishly. Eventually he decided to say something because it was scaring him, something he’ll never admit

“Yo you got a problem or somethin’, what’s with all the stares?”

“Nothing, I just like looking at you. Your structure pleases me.”

“..oh, well that’s actually-wait I thought-hold on do you really-pfft-Yeesh, I didn’t expect you out of everyone to haha.. Yknow”

Yeah he was blushing like crazy, such a straightforward compliment.

He’s still scared of you, but he uses you as his hype man every now and then. He’ll fish for compliments and WILL receive them

“Dontcha think I got some nice racks for a guy?”

“..Totally”

He could literally walk up to you and threaten to kill you and your reaction is just “yuh go for it”

If you’re freakishly tall then he calls you tree. Cuz

If you’re on the shorter side then he would just pick you up from the shoulders and kiss you on the forehead. He knows you won’t do shit, you’re literally just 🧍‍♀️

Engineer

He didn’t even notice everyone else went running, he just kept on working on the electrical box. So when he stood up and saw you staring straight into the glass, he jumped a little but was mostly just confused

“What in the..”

“tap tap-Can you let me in?”

You’re lucky he didn’t go running like everyone else, you probably would’ve died from the flu if you spent another second outside in the freezing rain.

He puts a bell on you. He just had one laying around and tied it around the your wrist, it didn’t work because of how stiff your movements were so to ‘help’ you rang it against his ear.

“..”

“…..🔔🔔🔔🔔”

“GOD DAMN IT- oh, y/n”

“Sorry, the bell wasn’t ringing how you wanted it to so I rang it myself”

“Uh-huh, thanks for the warning partner”

From my experience southern people love to make conversation, but you aren’t really familiar with that. So when he tries to flirt it gets pretty awkward

“How’s it goin’ sugar, I reckon your looking quite nice today”

“👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️”

“..you gonna say anythin’ back?”

“Oh, um.. I like your face.”

“Woah, alright then.”

He feels so embarrassed when he stands next to your tall ass, it makes him feel belittled. Especially when you actively have to look down just to make eye contact

But if you’re short then he loves it. Finally for once he doesn’t have to be reminded of his height when standing next to anyone.

Spy

He’s gone as soon as you show up. Like straight up disappears. He doesn’t like to show fear-makes him look weak

He’s convinced you could still see him though, cuz you happen to look in his direction even while he was invisible.

You don’t scare him as much as the others, if anything he took a bit of a liking to you because you stressed him out the least compared to the others. He always stood next to you + you were always his first pick for missions

You always make small talk with him. He doesn’t enjoy it but he still responds

“What is under your mask?”

“That is none of your business.”

“Why? Do you look like me?”

Spy doesn’t know if he should feel offended or annoyed

You don’t necessarily startle him like everyone else but you do make his heart jump slightly when you pop out of nowhere, you can see it in his pupils but never his body.

Pyro

HE RAN TOO BUT DIDN’T KNOW WHY LMFAO

He just saw everyone running and went ‘oh okay we’re doing this now 🏃‍♂️’

But seriously, he fell in love with you at first sight. Your features felt so intricate to him, you always gave each other blank stares, zoning into each other’s eyes.

‘⚫️ ⚫️’

“👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️ hi”

“⚫️ ⚫️ mmf”

You’re the only person who can fully understand him. No, not using his body language, you can actually tell what he’s saying. He aw’s at that, finally someone knows what he’s saying.

It makes him more self aware than how he was before, he’ll say some really petty shit and when you react he panics

“Mmph mmm”

“um pyro I need you to calm yourself”

“Mm!”

Somehow you disturb HIM, you’ll point something out to him and talk to him like he’s crazy which makes him crazy

“Pyro, you reek of fire, it’s 30° outside, and it’s a cease day. Do you have any thoughts?”

“Mmmf mmm mph ☹️”

*plz leave me alone

Since you and him are so observant, the rest of the mercs are a little spooked by you guys. You’ll be in the corner with him watching and everyone is fairly weirded out.

“Mm mmmfmm mm”

“Pyro you’re hilarious.”

“What did thing say?”

“He said that if you were a littlest pet shop figure you’d be #508”

“..heavy is not sure what he expected”

[jaegertango]

Origins: Memento Mori

((UNDEAD METAL BAND WITH @elksy AND @amilaine LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOO))

((EDITED: ADDED IN @adries PART, MIMI IS HERE LADS))

How did the heaviest, most metal band to sunder the world like Deathwing come to existence? Few know, but whispers call about its legend. The furthest go back to the dark halls of Acherus, where souls are corrupted into Death Knights - or discovered to have a destiny even greater than mere violence.

Not much is known about Fenix Deathguard's previous life, and he claims that he was never truly “alive” until he was reborn in Acherus. One thing is for certain though: his resurrection always seems to be the starting point of the greatest Metal endeavor to flood Azoerth. It is said that when the ritual to corrupt his soul into a Death Knight of the Scourge was complete, a thousand wails screamed out from him. They shrieked and writhed and roared throughout Acherus, too inhuman to be alive, and too melodic to be a banshee. All that is certain is that the sheer noise, like the most infernal guitar solo to ever grace Azeroth, even attracted Highlord Mograine's own attention. As the Death Knights approached their newest recruit, they found a towering man with a mane of black hair and gaunt white skin. Both of his forearms had been transformed into a dead black, but his left hand was constantly fidgeting with life as if aching to press around one's throat – or fret on a guitar neck. Veins of darkness ran up to his shoulders and towards his black heart, where it seemed the whispers of maddening music tempted all to listen closer. Azeroth's most metal guitarist had been brought forth – and now he needed his axe.

But not just any axe would do. No, he needed something suited for his pure strength and neck-breaking speed. Taking the remnants of his old axe (a broken and defeated guitar), he wrapped it in layer upon layer of Saronite. When it was heavy enough for him, he then found the largest Frost Giant in all of the Storm Peaks, and he ripped out its heartstrings so that he could use it as the strings for his weapon. Securing the end with the horn of a Frostwyrm, all that was left was to bathe the guitar in a sea of blackened blood. So he brought it forth to slaughter the most corrupt creatures to ever vomit their way unto existence – the Faceless. He brought the giants down, washing it entirely with their foul life fluids and strumming their songs into the steel. The bodies piled high, enough to bring the vicious whispers of Yogg-Saron into Fenix's mind, and it was only then, with a single powerful note, that the Death Knight was victorious. His guitar, Affliction Forever, could wail the fastest solos, thunder the heaviest notes, and raise the very dead in armies to hear his world-ending songs. His legacy, however, was only just begun. The world needed more metal, and he needed to find those strong enough to help him deliver it unto every inch of Azeroth.

He wasn't sure where to search, but before he could consider, a vision unlike any other haunted him. Images shifted and whirled like razor water around him, not real enough for him to shove away, but real enough to shred their marks into his flesh. They screeched endlessly at him, more sound than actual sight. Such hallucinations would have driven any other mad, and he could see the many mangled and captivated victims swaying even in death to those calls, but Fenix found himself enraptured by such a curse. Moving to the West, the images got more violent, but so did the Death Knight. He wailed the most thunderous of riffs back, like a wolf returning a howl. The Plaguelands writhed under the tremendous force of his solo, and Tirisfal buckled by the returning siren call of Death. It was only when the very landscape was furling and smashing upon itself like one huge mosh pit that Fenix found himself face-to-face with a woman easily his equal: Cecilia Felweather. She had the same goal he did, to spread the glory and power of Metal across all of Azeroth, and only now did her banshee cries bring her a guitarist worthy of her voice. The two made a pact immediately: Undeath had only given them the immortal chance they needed to fulfill their goal. Together, they would create the heaviest, blackest and  most metal band in all of Azeroth, and together they would turn the world Metal. For they were Memento Mori: Remember You Will Die.

But they were not enough. They needed more brute force, one more to stand at their side like the bulwark of metal they were. Deathguard played one bellowing note to call out, and he felt the earth quake in response. Cecilia screamed out her own commanding cry, and the ground shuddered its vicious reply. There was another out there, and they needed to find them. But they knew, their third was not somewhere in Azeroth, but even deeper than six feet below. Together, Memento Mori blasted a solo, echoed by a chorus whose vocals ripped the sky into a bloody crimson. Reality could not keep stable by the sheer force of their playing, and the ground gave up first. The two fell, deeper than the crust, deeper than Hell – Deepholm was their destination. And within the bowels of the Earthen realm, chaos was playing at its fullest. A single corpse, buried far deeper than any other, could not be contained even by the World Pillar. With only two sticks and every stone as his drums, he sundered and rocked every inch of the world, making volcanos erupt with every bass kick and the earth quake under his violent barrage. Even the Pillar itself was little more than a snare for him to assault and call out to his metal brother and sister that Riley Rorschach was here, and he was pissed. Lava flowed like an ocean, and great columns of fire exploded from every quaking crater he crashed into the earth. Memento Mori's drummer had given his call, and he reminded all of Azeroth of his perpetual hangover – as well as the fiery, quaking revenge he was about to wreak upon the world for it.

But as they returned to Azeroth, the land uprooted and twisted by their arrival, all three of them simultaneously turned to the South. They all heard it together, a symphonic shriek that rattled their bones and bit at their skin like knives -  their Fourth was calling. So the three journeyed to Pandaria, some say on a storm of darkness and flame, others by a monstrosity of metal. The devilish wail only grew louder and more violent, warning them of the power of the source. When they journeyed into Kun'lai, and the music had wracked the sky into a sea of black and pink, they found not a Pandaren region, but corruption unlike any other. Tides of Sha energy, writhing like water, splashed across the mountains, swirling in one great hurricane in the center. The outline of a great nightmare roared and signaled the herald of doomsday – the Sha of Metal. The bellow and screech of a guitar blared above all else, and it was matched only by the piercing shriek of Deathguard's own solo. Only then, the two of them played together, a harmony of destruction that tamed the corruption into a true force, one of pure Metal. Kun'lai was ripped apart and renewed simultaneously, tearing the region into pieces and fixing them back into a better place immediately. When the storm of black finally subsided, a single woman stood in the eye of the hurricane, an axe twice her size strapped to her. There, Memento Mori found Miette Obsidian, and silently judged them worthy of her cause. With her mighty double-bladed axe on the some power as Affliction Forever, she was the perfect second guitarist. The Three were now Four.

Yet, even as they stood, the most dangerous and Metal undead to ever be brought forth into existence, they all knew there was more. Memento Mori's call was infinite, and they knew more would return the call. Only then, could they begin their Black Crusade, their Metalocalypse.

[fivefriedtofu]

↳ ❝ ahoy there! ❞ | #thoma headcanons ; normal + modern au.

thoma w/ chubby cheeks? his fav petnames?? simp rambling??? & more!

ft. gn reader, the kamisato siblings, +1 bonus childe.

cw: none! completely sfw. only cringe romantic scenerios & maybe lots of mentions of kisses because i'm in love w/ him.

♡. edit: the link to the tiktok i added to the last headcanon (normal au) got deleted oh my god 😭

an: thoma go brrr. had to squeeze my brain like a powdered orange just so i could make this coherent enough to post.

i also wanna apologize if i've written some things that are suspiciously familiar to other works before. i only just noticed. i swear i don't know how it happens!! i've just never had an original thought i think _( ༎ຶ⌑༎ຶゝ∠)_ please forgive my sins.

pics: 🐶 🍡 🌿 (fun fact: the shiba's name is marutaro!!)

NORMAL AU!

we are married.

please consider... thoma with chubby cheeks.

irresistibly cute and soft.

ge ntly h olds... 🤲

the grannies at the market like to pull on them from time to time whenever he goes for groceries.

by the end of those days, he'd come home whining with aching cheeks.

"whining" i.e asking you for healing kisses? 🥺👉👈

he does not know how to swear.

thoma: "gee wilikers...", "oh to heck with it!", "gosh diddly darn it!"

ayato, tears in his eyes: pls,,, ju,,st say fuck,,

"he's a grown man with a job and pays taxes" ok maybe he does and just chooses not to BUT listen—

he says bejeebers in one of his voicelines 😭😭😭.

a cheesy romantic, the type to greet you with hand kisses. however ☝️👀

turn the tables and kiss his hands and he'll be reduced to mush.

secretly it's actually one of his favorite places for smooches. such hardworking hands, they deserve all the loving, don't they?

speaking of favorites, his favorite nicknames!

pretty boy, my prince, handsome — casually, politely, LOVINGLY he will pass away.

to be fair, he's a sucker for any sort of praise you give him but something about being called those just makes him feel so special.

BECAUSE HE IS. MUMUMU BESO MUUUWAH—

he makes me feel so soft and happy, he's like the song 'cloud 9' but personified.

this goes with any genshin character, but i'm a thoma simp. just,,, p,, please just imagine.

let me tell you, as a short person, i started screaming. rolled around my bed even, clutched my phone to my chest. at this age of mine. absolutely no shame, embarrassing ✋.

MODERN AU!

modern! thoma would probably enjoy the waitress musical.

his fav songs are 'what baking can do' and 'you matter to me.'

cried the first time he listened to the latter. cried again the next time he listened to it. they... were emotional days 😔.

enjoys musicals in general.

thoma/kamisato siblings theater kids canon i'm the left shoe of one of hyv's soundtrack artists.

he likes listening to them whenever he does chores and ends up singing along when he gets really into it.

doesn't really have the best singing voice, but he doesn't care. all that matters is that he's having fun 💪 king mentality.

and if you, as his s/o, decide to sing along with him ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A LOVE SONG DUET— shee, he just might propose to you then and there.

idk why but i feel like he'd be a swiftie. loves almost every one of her songs but lives for her 2010 era songs. gets so hyped for sparks fly.

his favorite animal crossing character is goldie and i will die on that.

i think he'd be a horror fan. specifically for spooky folklores and cryptids.

(based on that one voiceline of his - thoma's hobbies. also occasionally, he'll utter 'spooky stories...' if he's in your teapot.)

his youtube feed reccomends stuff like 'creepy urban legends from around the world' or 'inazuma's terrifying monster stories.'

when he's not in the mood to listen to music, he lets those vids play in the background instead.

thoma just vibing in his apron and cleaning gloves, waxing and polishing the floor with earphones in, listening to horror podcasts.

he is ANNOYING if he ever gets in a playful mood before going to bed.

both of you could just be peacefully cuddling, innocently talking about whatever until you fall asleep when he'll suddenly bring up a scary story he just learned. and as a result, ends up scaring you a bit.

too creeped to sleep now, you give his chest a soft smack, whining his name.

but then he just laughs! 😡 he's quick to apologize, but he's still laughing!!

as if pulling you in closer against himself, burying your face in his neck, and nuzzling into you will easily let that slide — nah, scoot away from his mean ass. ignore how he whines for you to come back.

he rolls across the bed and follows you. immediately wraps himself around you once he reaches where you placed yourself by the edge.

"noo, 'm sorry." he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin, you could feel him smile. "i'm sorry."

he sighs then plants a kiss against your temple. "here. this way no monsters will get you."

like an inconvenienced cat, you huff, burying your face into his chest. "cringe."

...

you turn back up and quickly press a kiss on his collarbone, before shoving your face back to where it hid.

ok but on the topic of the waitress musical, 'never ever getting rid of me' gives me huge childe vibes.

sorry if this ain't much, i'm fighting demons (ง｡•╭╮•｡)ง​ plus school just started.

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[queentala]

Dating Ruhn Danaan Headcanons

Well I haven't seen any cc x reader fanfictions or headcanons so I decided to write my own. Text me if you have any requests for Hunt, Ruhn, Declan, Tristan or Connor.

And English is not my first language so I'm already sorry for any mistakes

Anyway, hope you'll like it 🥰

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- You’re his weak spot. He might be this powerful Fae prince, the Chosen One, scary bad boy and what else but the truth is you have him wrapped around your finger.

- CHASE ATLANTIC VIBES

- Looks like could kill you, is a cinnamon roll. Yup, that's definitely Ruhn

- Your love is very passionate, full of adventures and laugh. With him, you won’t be bored

- Partying, drinking and getting high at clubs or at his house when he’s throwing a party

- Even if you're both totally wasted, he always have his eyes on you. Making sure you're safe

- Hyping you up when you dance at the club. If he's dancing with you, you'll probably end up stroking against each other and having some fun 😏 in the restroom

- Playing video games while you sit between his legs and he rest his chin on your head (or him laying his back against your chest while you rest your chin on his head)

- Him teaching you how to play guitar (Because let’s be honest, he definitely can play guitar. It’s his hidden talent). Actually he’s really good teacher. Praises you a lot when you get something right because he’s so proud or when you don’t get it, he’ll guide your hands while sitting behind you.

- Laying in bed at 3 am, listening to your favorite songs and discussing about who's the best author

- Him taking you on Rock&Roll concert for a date. Sitting on his shoulder as you both scream at the top of your lungs

- Night trips around Crescent City (probably with Declan and Flynn), goofing around The Old Square or going on shooting range with boys (and kicking their asses)

- Also when he wants to be more romantic he takes you for night walk along the river Istros and you stay there till the sunrise, joking and laughing

- Spending the night at bowling alleys, eating pizza and having good time

- He’s just night person in general

- Sleeping until late afternoon, you cuddled in his arms

- Ruhn waking you up and bringing you coffee to bed, he's shirtless and just in his sleep shorts, his hair tied up in a bun as he kisses you good morning

- If you can cook, you’ll definitely have to cook for Ruhn, Declan and Flynn (we know how they are and what’s their lifestyle)

- Declan and Tristan being your besties and brothers at once, caring about you and protecting you from freaks at parties

- Tristan flirting with you to piss off Ruhn (and you flirting back to piss him off even more) 😎

- Ruhn being territorial and overprotective boyfriend. He gets jealous easily that’s for sure. When he sees someone hitting on you, he’ll wrap his arms around you and kiss you roughly or stare at this person with promise of murder in his eyes

- He doesn't mind leaving hickeys on your neck or collarbones where you can show them. Also Ruhn likes when you have his scent on you or when you use his perfumes

- Can you imagine his hands around your throat or on your ass because fuck yeah I can 🤤

- He loves you so much and he's scared of loosing u so he would never let you walk alone at night. When it's late he'll make you stay at his house or walk you himself.

- Text you few times a day to make sure you're alright and happy

- Wearing his t-shirts or hoodies or skin jacket. If you already don't have one, Ruhn will buy you boots similar to his so you two can match and look awesome together

- Taking showers together. It always includes make out sessions and rough sex

- Sex with Ruhn being the best experience in the whole world. He goes fast, hard and deep, making you cum multiple times in a row as you shake and scream

-  You can always call him, no matter what time is it. He cares so deeply about you and will always be there for you. When your sad or scared or have panic attack, he'll rush to you and comfort you as long as you need. You can tell him everything

- Shit-talking about his dad because he's an annoying asshole

- Ruhn likes to cuddle with you, especially when you sleep. Most of the time you spoon, he holds you tightly from behing and buries his nose in your hair. Or you lay on his chest, his one hand wrapped around your waist. But let's be honest, Ruhn doesn't mind when you're the one holding him as he lays his head on your boobs or stomach

- So we know that Faes have sensitive hearing. And Ruhn pays attention to people’s voices. So he definitely loves yours. He can sit and listen to you talking for hours, asking you creative and deep questions so that you don’t stop. Also he loves your laugh so he tickles you all the time. And he goes crazy when he hears you moan and scream his name

- Ruhn is the best kisser. He can kiss you really roughly, reminding you that you are his and nobody's else. Other times he'll kiss you gently and sweetly, holding you close and putting in those kisses all his love for you. And his lip piercing... Making every kiss hundred times better

[cobraghost]

CHARACTER STUDY; BJC’S INFLUENCE.

i know it’s really easy to say that BJC’s a himbo, that he’s got no brain or is/can be stupid. but the fact of the matter is? this man is a scary genius. he is   not   a force to be taken lightly -- he’s not just some idiot with an ego too big for his own good, despite coming off as absentminded at times. And today? I’m gonna talk about just what this entails. :)

When it comes to general public opinion, most people can agree on one thing -- the world loves Billy Joe Cobra. Some people would disagree, though -- they think he’s just an overhyped pretty boy, that he isn’t worth any of his hype. 

But I’ll be the first to assure you -- there’s a reason he’s so widely beloved. There’s a reason why his music is as loved as it is, why all eyes were on him til the day he died. There’s a reason why his existence, short and tragic as it may have been, is so wildly loved, why people went absolutely apeshit for him when he was alive. You don’t just get to the top of the food chain without working your ass off for it, and BJC worked his to the bone. He did a lot of things he wasn’t proud of to get to the top and stay there -- not caring what he had to do to be famous, only caring about keeping himself at the top. And up until the day he died, he managed to do just that. He thrived, he produced music all he liked, and he was king of the world. 

But the thing is, both the show and fans tend to forget just how crazy influential he truly was. At least, within his canon, that king of the world statement? That’s NOT  a fucking exaggeration. I feel like most ppl who interact with me may not understand the true scope of just how well known and powerful BJC’s status was. And that’s not any shade -- I just haven’t stressed how important he actually was. So allow me to elaborate, and clarify, just how famous he was.

This. Man. Had. BILLIONS. of fans. 

no. not just a couple hundred thousand, not half a million, not millions. BILLIONS. At least 2 - 3 billion. 

His influence was absolutely INSANE -- no matter where you went in the world, it’s highly likely you’d have known at least one of his works. Nearly EVERYONE knew his name -- they loved him, and he loved his fans.  And you don’t just get to this position without knowing how to mastermind your way into staying at the top.

You see, Billy Joe has been in the Hollywood spotlight since he was only 6 years old. He was practically raised by Hollywood -- there’s never been a second he WASN’T out of the spotlight. Though ... that’s another ramble for another time. 

But the point is, with all this influence, it reaaaally bugs me when people act like he’s just a himbo, or undermine his work and status. When they act as if he wouldn’t know how to function as a human being, or is really stupid, it’s like .. no. This man was raised to be the perfect Hollywood soldier. When people come onto him, expecting him to bend to their will, he WILL snap back. This man isn’t a pushover -- a bit too trusting at times, maybe, and sometimes even lightly gullible. But he’s carefully learned the ins and outs of hollywood all his life, he’s learned how to climb the social ladder and put himself first to get where he has. He knows how society works, he can be pretty cunning, cut throat, and even MANIPULATIVE to get his way. And that’s show biz, baby! He knows how to play each and every one of the people who interact with him like a fiddle. People tend to forget that, just because he is absentminded. So let me make this clear.

ABSENTMINDEDNESS DOES NOT EQUAL STUPIDITY. ESPECIALLY IF IT’S NOT SOMETHING BJC CAN REALLY HELP!

Just because he has a tendency to be easily distracted or not think before he acts sometimes doesn’t mean he’s stupid. If anything, it seems more like he’s just ADHD. And, he also doesn’t know much ‘normal every day’ stuff either -- which the fandom loves to stupify him for. And y’know, that’s another thing. Billy can be a diva. He can be a menace, he can seem unreasonable at times -- yes, he has the ego bigger than the Milky Way. But you know what? He’s NOT as stupid as everyone insists he is, especially in fanon. 

Fanon tends to DUMB him down so much, it gives me all the wrong vibes. And why did they do this? It’s... because he didn’t know typical every day stuff. It’s because he never got to go to school , because his hollywood life prevented him from doing so. But, even so --  he didn’t NEED to know every day stuff when you’re as famous as he is. All he cared about in the moment, when he was still alive, was the present -- didn’t give a shit about the future, nor the past. If you were as famous as BJC, I doubt you’d want to or have the time to learn anything else. Billy Joe was a workaholic in life -- he barely ever had time for himself, always working to pump out his next killer tune. But we see that, whenever he applies himself or tries to learn something new, he has a scary knack for learning the material fast and flawlessly. He can control any situation as he pleases, he learns information at amazing speeds -- this guy genuinely is a GENIUS, and is not exaggerating when he refers to himself as such. 

Before the age of 13, he’d produced 15 number one hits. He constantly can be seen playing instruments idly, busting out completely new tunes and making it up as he goes along -- singing, beatboxing, you name it. He can make up entire songs on the fly, which is also showcased in canon, and that’s .. fucking amazing!!! He was a man who was-- and IS -- still very passionate about his work, which we see time and time again throughout the show. Diss anything you want about him, but talk trash about his hard work, or imply he didn’t even try when making that music? Ohohoo, you’ve made a HUUUGE mistake.

And speaking of his music, a lot of people also tend to forget he canonically has what I like to call ‘siren’ music. Meaning, his music -- whatever emotions he’s feeling or trying to get across in the song -- causes physical reactions to those who listen to them. It doesn’t matter if you hate his music or not -- he can sing pitch perfect notes at an inhuman level, and you WILL react accordingly to his music. He’s insanely talented, he knows how to manipulate emotions through songs to get his fame. He’s made many love songs that genuinely cause whoever hears it and sings it pitch perfect to fall in love with him in the first few notes. His music is NOT something to be underestimated. You may hate it, but it has unfathomnable amounts of power. And that power? 

Billy Joe Cobra isn’t afraid to use that to TEAR. YOU. APART. 

All it would take is one diss track. One diss track, and your whole life is over. EVEN after he’s died, you’re gonna be fucked for life. You’re pretty much guarenteed to be miserable for the rest of your days. Your career, if you were famous, is over -- nobody has ever survived a diss track, barring Miss BlahBlah. Think about it -- with his BILLIONS of fans, with the insane amount of influence he holds over the world ina  vice grip, and with how rabid and fiercely his Cobrahead fanbase adores him? You do the math. They’re going to help make your life a living hell, and billy KNOWS it. He doesn’t ever regret it either -- if you have a disstrack made on you, then you absolutely deserved it. And BJC is going to laugh and enjoy your misery, watching you fall while he grows even bigger, as karmic justice. 

The thing about Miss BlahBlah’s career getting tanked is she made the mistake of trying to start a fued with Billy that she ultimately lost. She was in WAAAAY over her head, and should have known better than to try and copy him, or kill his chicken. She was haughty and in over her head, and thought she could knock down BJC a peg. She should have known that nobody can knock him down a peg.

But look where that got her! It left her in a fucking gutter, her career taking such massive damage she’s barely ever relevant anymore. Her name is barely spoken, people barely ever acknowledge her existence -- sure, she’s on the red carpet sometimes, but even then, nobody ever pays her any mind. This is just one prime example of his power being put into use -- and why you should never, ever make BJC angry. 

While it’s easy to annoy Billy, it’s actually VERY hard to genuinely piss him off. And when he’s genuinely angry, he doesn’t throw a diva tantrum -- he doesn’t get loud, or make a scene of it. He gets bitter, icy, and physically imposing -- an angry billy is a VERY SCARY BILLY. If you’ve everpushed him to this point, to the raw  emotion past the theatrics he keeps up just to entertain himself, you have fucked up BIG TIME. You will never, ever be able to recover. Don’t fuck him over -- don’t hurt him, and think you can get away with it. Don’t try to smear his carefully, precisely crafted public image that he works to maintain, or he’ll make you wish you were dead. 

Don’t put him down; he knows his worth. And he knows his place is at the top of the foodchain -- he’ll put anyone who doesn’t comply in their fucking place if he has to, and he has no problem doing that. He’s above just about everyone and he knows it. Those who don’t heed his warning are doomed to fail, and he’ll gleefully put you in your place. He looks down upon just about everyone who tries to knock him off his metaphorical throne -- try that, and you’re dead meat.

So, it is in your best interest to always remember his mantra when interacting with him.

“You mess with the Cobra, you’re GONNA get the fangs.”

[bondsmagii]

Yo i heard you take statements so here's a couple weird little moments i would like to remove from my memory permanently

-Had a short conversation with my sister through her bedroom door, went downstairs to say goodnight to my parents and found her sitting on the couch with them. Everyone still swears blind that she'd been down there for hours already, and when I went back upstairs to check her room, the lights were off and nobody was there.

-Same sister! Was sitting downstairs home alone while she and my dad were shopping, and I saw her get off the bus outside without him. Waved but she didn't wave back. After a couple minutes I realised she'd slammed the gate but hadn't came inside yet, so I texted her to say the front door was unlocked. Almost as soon as I hit send, my dad calls to ask if I wanted anything brought in and I ask why my sister came home without him. He asks what the fuck I'm talking about and insists she's with him, and puts her onto the call. Hung up, went outside, nobody in the front or back garden. I still don't know who I heard opening the gate.

-My mother used to look after an elderly woman with dementia, and got pretty close to her family and went on holiday with them a couple times. The woman dies, pretty upsetting but I personally didn't know her that well. Couple years pass. My mother tells me the old woman just died and asks if I'd like to go to the funeral. I get really worried about her memory failing but everyone acts like she's right and this woman just died recently instead of several years ago, and thinks I'm playing a really fucked up joke.

-My cousin gets married to her boyfriend, which is great news and everyone in my family is hyped because he's apparently a very nice guy. I've never met him because they've only been together like 2 years and both of them live in England so we don't visit very often. While everyone's chatting about the wedding my gran asks if I'm looking forward to seeing him again and I remind her we've never met. Assuming it's just me misremembering, my gran reminds me about the trip my cousin and her family took to see us last year, where I apparently got on really well with her fiancé, and she even has pictures of us all together. I cannot fucking comprehend how I got in those pictures with a man I've never seen before on a trip that didn't happen.

None of these are especially spooky or scary so forgive me for that, but I thought they were out of place enough to mention :3

I am absolutely declaring you as being stalked by the Stranger, anon. something out there is probably wearing your sister's skin. maybe yours as well. good luck with that.

in all seriousness, though, you don't suffer from ADHD, do you? I ask because I do, and I've experienced some similar things. can't explain the times you saw/heard your sister's doppelgänger (that's probably just good old fashioned energy imprints, nothing to worry about) but the forgetting entire people and trips? I've done that, even after viewing photos of myself on the trip or with the person in question. you like to think "surely I'd remember that", but nope 😂

another fun fact for your consideration: I'm mildly face-blind, which for me means I have trouble recognising people I don't know well, even if I see them frequently. cashiers or baristas I see all the time will greet me as a regular, but I will not know who they are unless they have some distinguishing feature, like a scar, a piercing, a tattoo, etc. this lead to me introducing myself to my own aunt at a family funeral once, and saying "pleased to meet you", and wondering for several weeks why she laughed awkwardly and looked so puzzled. unintentionally flexed hard on my aunt at a funeral, whoops.

[apollostears]

boyfriend | k. bakugo

anime: my hero academia

pairing: katsuki bakugo x black!reader

creator: maya

warning(s): swearing

headcanons on bakugo as your boyfriend. it’s a sfw vrs. there will probably be a standalone nsfw vrs. coming out soon. xx also these were not supposed to be this long💀

* photo not mine*

bakugo was not someone you really associated with.

when you first transferred, you acknowledged his presence and thought he was mighty fine, but then he opened his mouth and you were like 🤨

dealing with him takes a lot of energy and it was not energy you were willing to spend, so you kinda just avoided him.

but as usual, niggas can’t keep they mouth shut, and it wasn’t long until you had ended up on his radar.

it was after a sparring session, your first official one with the class, and that’s when he got to see you in action.

after seeing you fight, mans was hella intrigued by you.

when you first came, bakugo didn’t understand what made you special enough to join the hero course.

and since you didn’t talk to him, he didn’t bother you.

until you made your official debut and he was 🤩😯🤯

that made him want to fight you, to see who was stronger seeing as he officially saw you as a worthy opponent.

so long story short, he quickly found out why it was best to leave you alone.

by no means were you scared of him, but he didn’t know that and when he started fucking with you, all bets were off.

bakugo literally had no idea what he was getting into and he was not prepared for the moment you dished his shit right back to him.

japanese was still a little difficult for you, as you had a tendency to forget some words, but you understood and spoke it well for the most part.

and when you were hype about something, both english and japanese words would be flying out your mouth.

after he, and the rest of the class, experienced your semi-irritated side first hand, bakugo was definitely hooked.

it was like a moth being drawn to a flame, he would not leave you alone.

he would try to be subtle about it, but to you and everyone else who knew him (i.e. izuku and kiri) they knew that he had a crush.

y’all were literally day n’ night. most of the time you would be minding yo business and then here he would come, talking shit.

eventually, that changed and y’all were just talking shit just to talk shit.

atp, everybody either wanted y’all to fight or to fuck.

so how did y’all start talking??

easy. with a little game of spin the bottle: 7 minutes in heaven style.

both you and bakugo were competitive and not one to back down from a challenge.

so when the bottle landed on him, kiri knew exactly what to do to push his friend into confessing his feelings.

he said that bakugo would be too pussy to kiss you.

my god did that work.

after mina also betted against your ability to carry out the task at hand, the two of you went into the closet to prove your classmates wrong.

because you guys are psycho’s, y’all went in there angry af at each other to mask the obvious embarrassment you both were feeling.

“you’re such a fucking dumbass” you cursed, arms crossed and a glare on your face.

bakugo scoffed and mocked your stance. “me? says the one who landed on me, shithead.”

you rolled your eyes. “ain’t nobody told yo bobble headed looking ass to sit there.”

cue bakugo looking shook af because he knows he did not just hear you call him a bobble head.

after that, all bets were off.

“you know what, you got a lot of fucking mouth.”

you smirked, knowing full well he was right and that he just couldn’t handle you. “sure do. what the hell you gonna do about it?”

at the time, neither of you would realize it, but y’all were most definitely horny af.

bakugo, now closer to you and his arms uncrossed, held a devious glint in his eyes.

“let me show you.”

and BOOM! y’all was kissing.

like...KISSING!!

it was a little rough at first, with you in shock and bakugo kissing you like a rabid dog.

but once y’all got that rhythm, y’all GOT that rhythm.

the kiss was aggressive passion. like feelings of bottled up desire lit on fire (bars 🔥)

homie did a little boom boom pow on yo ass with his firecracker hands when he was caressing yo shit and that was a top tier move right there.

y’all were definitely in that closet for more than seven minutes until iida came and broke y’all up.

after that, you guys were somewhat dating.

neither of y’all wanted to admit the feelings you had for one another, so you guys just did relationship shit without the label.

kissing in private was a big one because hormones. sometimes y’all would hold hands or cuddle, but v rarely.

bakugo would always carry your bag during school and he’d also carry your lunch tray. not that you asked but he’s such a manly man that he had to do it for the sake of his ego.

instead of holding hands, you guys would link arms and you would lightly press into him. bakugo highkey liked that shit but wouldn’t tell you.

eventually, you guys escalated to seeing each other at night for longer periods and that turned into you spending the night in his room for the first time.

it was also the first time you guys cuddled frfr and bakugo ate. that. shit. UP!!

but because he’s a shy baby, he began to distance himself from you and that made you hurt ngl.

so, figuring that y’all were ‘done’ you did you and hung out with other people.

one of those people was todoroki. the two of you had a platonic relationship, but a strong bond and when bakugo caught y’all akikik’ing, he ain’t like that shit.

that was the reason why he had asked you out rather aggressively in the common area on a thursday afternoon.

once you guys had officially established your relationship, it was like nothing ever happened. he was still carrying yo shit and kissing you in private, but the vibes were different.

the two of you were more gentle to each other.

more loving.

he was still an asshole and you as well, but in an endearing way. bakugo became more open to loving you and more open to claiming you.

he would mainly call you ‘his girl’ or ‘his person’ (you let him watch GA one time and that was the outcome) when referring to you in person to someone else.

gone with your actual name and in were those nicknames. you’d call him ‘su’ ‘katsu’ ‘suki’ ‘honey’ (if you want something) and ‘baby’

bakugo would crucify you if you called him by his real name and vice versa.

your man is a lowkey spoiler. meaning, he spoils you on the low low and in a very subtle way. you don’t really like people buying you stuff nor are you the type to ask anyone for anything, so bakugo does what he needs to do without your permission.

he doesn’t make a big deal about it, but whenever it’s your time of the month and you feel extra shitty, he dials back on being an asshole a bit. or he’ll use his palms and pop little firecrackers on your stomach/lower back to help with cramps.

if you wearing his clothes helps (even if it actually doesn’t and you just say that just to get them) he’ll let you wear his stuff, no problem. he tried to get them back once when you were done but you almost bit his hand off so that didn’t work.

he hates whiners, but he loves when you whine for him. whether it’s for attention or for cuddles or kisses, he lives for it because period you is the only time he’s gonna see that shit. once you’ve figured out that you can get away with mostly everything if you whine, you start doing it a little more when you’re off your period.

besides being on your cycle and taking care of you, bakugo does little acts of service for you as well.

being black in a country that is predominantly not black, is hard and finding hairdressers is even harder.

somehow, with the help of his mom, bakugo was able to find a hairstylist that would do well when doing your hair and that was one of your favorite surprises from him.

like you deadass shed some tears and he was highkey confused but proud because he’s that nigga.

best believe he goes with you to every appointment just to make sure she don’t fuck shit up with his baby’s hair. he don’t got time to watch you cry and commit a crime.

as we all know, mans can cook. you love his food but he (and class 1-A) is absolutely feral for yours. anytime you cook, whether it’s soul food or any other type that you learned to make, he falls in love all over again.

since you love his food, sometimes he’ll make you some meals or snacks. especially if you’re stressed or sad.

this actually turned into him cooking for you + bakusqaud cause they complained about how he never cooked for them. then it turned into him being one of the cooks for the class when you guys alternate cook days.

he was pissed about it but was a little excited to A) woo his classmates and B) make sure they get the right nutrients to be strong and worthy heroes.

bakugo cares okay...

anyways...dates for y’all are planned out when bakugo takes you out, but if you take him out? he never knows what to expect.

once, y’all went to a zoo but it was a petting zoo and bakugo bought lost his shit when the sheep came up to him for food. you definitely have pictures of him angrily riding one of the adult horses.

and he totally rode the bull to prove a point. he won and you unlocked a brand new fantasy.

y’all are so in sync, it’s fucking insane.

there was one time where someone had said some slick shit to you, bakugo was not around, and somehow this man had popped up hella quick like his spidey seneses was tingling, to put that person in they place.

you were like 😦🤪

another time is when you both do/act similarly. bakugo can be v chill and reserved and sometimes you are the same way. the entire day, y’all move as if you’re one.

and honestly, bakugo loves the idea of you being a female version of him. it makes him so proud to see you act like him.

but don’t get it twisted, mans definitely acts like you too. he’s picked up a lot of terms that you use and he uses them like it’s natural.

not too much and not too little, but just enough that it fits and has the right impact everytime.

now, onto the more softer shit

i don’t see bakugo as being the type to automatically share his deepest, darkest secrets with you. nor is he the type to be openly vulnerable.

you weren’t the type either and two hard-ass people were not going to make a healthy relationship. but....shit changes.

the first time you guys saw each other’s vulnerability was when the attack against the camp happened. y’all were only dating for four months, but had started to form a bond.

you weren’t there when he was taken, having to be forced to stay in the classroom with the others. you were unbelievably worried when it was announced that bakugo was the target of this attack.

you tried not to worry because bakugo can take care of himself, but he shouldn’t have to. and after waiting for what felt like hours, you found out that they had taken him.

you didn’t remember collapsing on the floor and crying your eyes out with kirishima comforting you. every moment up until you and the others had went to rescue him, were a blur.

after you guys had got him back and after all might’s fight with all for one, you broke down again and gave bakugo a bone crushing hug.

“i’m so sorry.” you had whispered, that being the only thing able to come out of your quivering lips.

the others had continued to walk ahead to give you guys some space, but you figured bakugo didn’t want to talk since he didn’t hug you back. just as you had went to remove yourself from him, he had wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“don’t be sorry shithead. okay? don’t be sorry.”

his voice was muffled a bit from his lips being on your shoulded, but you heard him and a short sob escaped your lips at the fact that he was comforting you when you should be comforting him.

but your hug was enough comfort as it allowed the boy to feel safe since getting taken and he had shed a few small tears.

after that, things were different. bakugo wouldn’t tell you, but you knew that things were different. he was more aggressive and driven to be the best, but he moved as if he had a weight on his shoulders.

you didn’t know it then, but it was guilt. guilt because all might lost his powers trying to save him because he wasn’t strong enough to get away. after finding that out, you reprimanded him so hard (lovingly).

he needed to know that he was strong but that what happened with all might had nothing to do with him. and after you all got your provisional licenses, but he didn’t? that’s when he really broke.

it hurt you to see him this upset and you knew then that you would do everything in your power to prevent him from ever feeling like that, again.

you guys really grew closer those two months. at that point, y’all really were inseparable.

okaaa out of the sad shit!

he pushes you at the same amount he pushes himself. bakugo wants you to be successful and he knows that you do as well. your ambition almost the same as his, if not higher.

you guys train together a lot after hours. most of the time kirishima joins in and that leads the rest of bakusqaud to do the same.

anything that you ask him to do, bakugo will do it. mans is so whipped for you!!

you get him to do sheet masks with you every other night. and you’ve got him on a skincare routine that was good at first, but now bad for you. because when you wanna be lazy, bakugo will scold tf outta you before you give him the pouty face. at that point, he’s washing your face for you and wrapping your hair up as you fall asleep in his arms. 🥺

bakugo is definitely on your ass about your hair. especially if he paid for it? oh yeah baby, you keepin that shit in til he sees it getting raggedy. but he actually loves being apart pf your wash day routine.

you didn’t have to teach him, he just observed you and one day, when your arms were getting tired, he casually swooped in with a kiss of his teeth and did your hair.

you absolutely went to sleep and the sight alone caused bakugo’s heart to melt. that was one of the times he knew that he loved you.

speaking of love, there were several times bakugo knew that he loved you but he didn’t say it.

he knew that he loved you when you made him breakfast one morning over the summer, during the time he was working himself in the ground to get his provisional license. the bright smile on your face gave him energy despite being drained. that was one time he knew.

the second time was when you had met his mom. y’all were dating for seven months at the time and you really wanted to meet his parents. so, with a permanent scowl on his face, he took you and it was something.

“oh suki look at you!!! you were such a smiley baby!! why you so grumpy now?!” you cooed, gushing over the baby picture of him at ten months.

bakugo frowned, sitting across from you with his dad on the other side of him. “i’m not grumpy.” he gritted out, looking like a complete grump.

“he wasn’t always this way. katsu used to be a very happy baby. you wanna see him at his second birthday? oh it was so cute!” mitsuki exclaimed, flipping the pages in the book to get to where she needed.

seeing you bond so well with his mom made bakugo feel some type of way. despite their dynamics, he respected his mom and definitely held her in a high regard. that was the second time.

and the third time was on your one year anniversary.

it was something simple seeing as you had started your period that same day and were feeling like absolute shit. you felt so bad for being the reason why you guys had to stay in, but bakugo wouldn’t hear it.

“but suki we could go out and sit on the roof!” you whined while simultaneously curling into him for comfort.

just from that action alone, he knew you wouldn’t have the strength to actually move around just to go on the rooftop. your body was hurting and you felt like you could die, no way were you moving.

“relax princess. no need to get your blood rushing anymore than it already is.” bakugo teased, a knowing smirk on his lips.

with squinted eyes, you pinched the skin on his ribs causing him to flinch away from you. “fuck you katsuki.”

“love you shithead.”

*record scratch, pause* wait what?!

bakugo looked calm af but on the inside, mans was wilding. he deadass couldn’t believe he said that shit. like who tf?

you had a look of surprise and awe on your face. completely taken aback by his abrupt confession that you couldn’t really process it.

but you definitely felt it.

with a smile and kiss on his cheek, you drew even closer to bakugo and nuzzled into his side. “love you more suki.”

yeah...he definitely loved you

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Wedding night⇢kth x jjk

⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm ⇢word count: 12.7k ⇢warnings: profanity which is mostly Tae cursing like a sailor, dirtytalk, drinking, dom!kth, sub!jjk, koo sucks tae off in a taxi lmao, slight cockwarming in koo's little throat?, more oral cuz Koo is cockhungry as hell, DADDY KINK, Tae eats Koo's ass like a fuckin champ, light choking ig but its with luv, anal (as always, this is fictional, use lube- koo loves when tae destroys his ass)

A/N: Serves as an ‘after story’ within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own.

“Damn, Tae.” Hoseok whistled, messing with the younger’s formal, silk bow tie whilst Taehyung examined his reflection through the mirror; set out to dismiss his hyung’s side comments, no matter how uplifting.

He was nervous— as he was expected to be. It was Taehyung’s wedding day, and although he’d been dying of excitement days prior, now that he stood in his assigned dressing room; his heart was racing . Of course he was thrilled to be marrying Jungkook--he wouldn’t have proposed to the man if he wasn’t 100% sure. But.. still . It was an important milestone in their life--Taehyung wanted it to be perfect.

“Jungkook’s jaw is going to hit the floor!” Jin’s elated voice joined in from his spot on the couch, where he sipped on a martini; legs crossed as if he was relaxing by the beach, living his best life.

“I can just imagine the look on his face.” Namjoon playfully squeezed Tae’s tense shoulders, grinning at the anxious man through the full-length mirror. Taehyung simply shrugged him off, grimacing as if Joon’s touch stung. “Hyungs.. can you be quiet? I’m trying to think.”

Namjoon stepped away from Tae, hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t believe it— that you guys are getting married, that is.”

At that, an awkward smile tugged at Taehyung’s lips. He couldn’t believe it either; it felt like a dream. Tae didn’t regret getting down on one knee at all, he wanted Jungkook for the rest of his life. Some might think they’d been taking it too fast— or are in a hurry to secure their future; but this was what felt right to the both of them. They’d been dating for five years now, making Taehyung twenty-three; a young adult whose life was only beginning— supposedly. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. No matter how cheesy it sounded, Tae’s life began when he met Kook, his husband-to-be. He wanted to be married to the guy, to be able to call him his husband. They’d even started looking into adoption agencies, knowing the process could take up to a year’s time. Fuck what people thought of their decisions, they were theirs to assume the consequences of.

“Shit, I just hope it all goes well..”

“It will, Tae. This day will go down in the book of your lives.” Namjoon reassured.

Jin snickered, hiccuping, “You’re so poetic, Joon. Trust me, this day is going to slap.”

Meanwhile in Jungkook’s dressing room..

“You nervous? Need a cig?” One of Jungkook’s coworkers, Jia, offered; already pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her purse.

“Uhm.. I don’t think that’s a good idea..” Jisoo frowned, eyeing the other woman with uncertainty. “Just take deep breaths if you’re nervous, Jungkookie.”

“Ooor you could just smoke one.”

“For the last time—“

“You girls are so different, oh my fucking god.” Yoongi nonchalantly grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. Jia rolled her eyes, tucking the cigarettes back to where she found them.

“You guys are being annoying,” Jimin sighed, setting aside his beer before waltzing closer to Jungkook, studying the younger’s appearance with a pleased look on his face.

“Tae’s going to love you. You look good!”

''No smoking, I'm literally about to kiss Taehyung in front of everyone.'' Jungkook murmured, eyes hyper fixated on himself in the mirror. Honestly, a cigarette, or ten would be exactly what he needed right about fucking now. He was so nervous, his breathing was shallow-- his hands trembling. He took a good look at himself... He's always looked the same in his own eyes, ever unchanging. But today was different. Jungkook was different. Suddenly, he could see all the changes he's made since high school-- all the changes he'd been through with, and without Taehyung. The ever growing muscles finally at their peak, the suit flattering to his shape from his widened shoulders to his slim waist. His tattoos snaking out of the sleeve to his hands and by his neck. And his always way-too-long hair that he refuses to keep too short only because Taehyung had once said 'I like it long.'.. Now, that must've been years ago, but it stuck with the younger.

"I really look good?" Jungkook glanced at his friends through the mirror.

“Yes!” They all answered in unison— “Decent.”

“Yoongi, shush!” Jisoo playfully pushed the newly-dyed blonde’s shoulder, assuring Jungkook of how handsome he looked.

“Kidding, kid. You look okay.” Yoongi shrugged, successfully dodging Jimin’s incoming slap to his chest.

“Don’t pretend like I didn’t catch you trying to hold back your tears moments before, Min.” Jia smirked, crossing her tattooed arms over her chest; smile widening at the man’s taken-aback reaction.

“Wasn’t crying. You don’t even know me, anyways.” Yoongi huffed, now more hyper aware of his feelings, hence he snapped his head in the opposite direction of his peers.

“Never said you were crying, now did I?”

“Yo, both of you, stop bickering. If you didn’t hate each other so much, I’d think you’re secretly in love with one another.” Jimin didn’t bother looking at the pair, instead focusing his attention on the man of the night— well, one of the men. He was extremely happy for them; they deserved their happy ending after all the shit they went through. And it was a lot..

“You look hot, spicy.” Knowing it’d tickle Kook’s amusement, Jimin giggled whilst he verbally teased him, hoping to ease his mind even for a bit.

“Damn, Yoongi’s crying might rub off on me.”

“I wasn’t crying for fucks sake!”

~

Taehyung was left alone for some time; left to gather his thoughts once the suit was properly fitted, black hair slicked back— a couple strands falling down to his eyes. Still, he felt far from put together.. Reaching for his phone, Tae tapped on Jungkook’s profile, thumbs moving before he could think of the right words to say.

To: Kook Hey ;)) I know it’s bad luck or whatever to see each other before the ceremony, so I settled for texting I’m a little nervous, I’ve had to pee like 10 times now But fuck I’m so eager to make you my husband, bet you look gorgeous as always

Jungkooks scrunched smile and giggle grew, his friends surely knew how to hype him up; even though the nervosity was at its peak. "Thanks guys." He reached for his phone on the table as soon as it chimed, tucking his fringe behind his ear as he tapped the message. It didn't matter how long the men had been together, Tae always put a dumb grin on Kooks face with his interesting mashup of rambles and emojis. He quickly tapped back on the screen, he'd become a pretty good texter these days compared to his younger days.

To: TaeTae I'm also nervous T_T the girls (and Jimin) have been hyping me up for the past twenty minutes...I almost considered smoking a pack but I wanted to taste good lol. x) And I'm pretty sure Yoongi cried! feel so awkward in a suit, but they say I look, and I quote, "spicy" :ooo Can't wait to see you though, I can't imagine how fucking pretty you'll look in a suit.. I'll see you soon ^^ <3

Jungkook cringed, this might be the longest text he's ever sent in his entire life. But it was fun, and hopefully it would help ease the elders' nerves.

"Alright, it's time!" Jimin clapped his hands. "We will head to the audience, you got this Kook!"

Fuck, it was actually happening. They were getting married.

Taehyung comfortably sank back in his spot on the couch, chuckling at Jungkook’s use of emojis; it was fuckin’ cute. His boy was a dork, another reason Tae wanted to marry him.. The younger’s plan unknowingly worked, Taehyung felt more at peace as he typed back his reply; fingers moving quickly as he knew it was almost time to go. Now that he thought about it.. it was a waste, considering Kook probably wouldn’t see it until after the ceremony, but it did calm him down, so Tae said to hell with it.

To: Kook You always taste good tho..love everything you have to offer, you know I’m not picky And fuuuuckkk I bet you’re rocking the suit rn baby, don’t feel awkward

“Tae! Hurry.” Hoseok’s head peeked in from the other side, urging him to wrap it up— whatever had him grinning from ear to ear. Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung looked at his reflection one last time, messing with Namjoon’s work on his tie. When jogging out of the room, Tae cursed to himself— his speech!  “Shit, never mind.” The elder was so stressed out that he hadn’t noticed the slip of paper was tightly held in his hand; it was nerve-wracking. Taehyung was the one supposed to wait at the altar; after having been decided by a silly game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. The one thing they took their utmost time deciding on was the name, however.

Jeon. Taehyung wanted to take Jungkook’s surname. Something about wanting a fresh, fresh start. His boyfriend was his everything, and his father was nothing compared to Kook. Tae felt as if change was needed, and what better way than to refer to himself as a Jeon? It drew butterflies in his stomach..

“Fuck— sorry, I’m here now.” The elder harshly whispered to the marriage officiant, nearly tripping over a random cord on the way. Of course. Fuck, his mouth was dry. Taehyung’s chest felt heavy with excitement, squeezing tightly onto the piece of paper that had his vows written inside; just waiting to be heard by Jungkook— and everyone else, but those words were meant for the younger, truly. Shit, Tae just wanted to see him..

~

Jungkook was trembling behind the closed doors, continuously having to be stopped by Jisoo from running his hand through his hair.

"Don't mess your hair up, kookie. We spent hours on taming it!" She chuckled quietly, fixing the tie on his neck. He was a nervous wreck, his anxiety causing his stomach to do somersaults. He wants to throw up.

"I've never been this nervous in my life." Kook bounced on the ball of his foot, taking deep breaths. He was gonna get through this. He wanted this. He just wanted to see Taehyung.

"Shh, it's time. Go get that husband, Kookie!" Jisoo patted his back, grabbing the basket of flowers that she'd share with her daughter, Yuna. She was 5 years old now, and having them as the flower girls was nothing but an obvious choice. The doors slowly opened, music playing and everyone on their seats stood up, turning to look at Jungkook. It was a mix of eyes, all showing their own version of joy, whether it be with tears in their eyes or a large smile. But the only face Jungkook could see was the one staring back at him from the altar.

"Fuck..." Jungkook whispered under his breath, his feet finally moving on their own, eyes tunnel visioned on Taehyung. His heart didn't calm down, instead raced even faster, pounding heavily in his chest. But it wasn't out of nervosity, but of excitement.

“Oh, wow..” Taehyung was whipped— in awe, too. Jungkook mirrored a literal angel sent from above, and the elder couldn’t seem to look away; not for one second. The younger one looked stunning.. “Gorgeous..” Tae’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip, preventing it from trembling due to the emotions that’d taken over his body in the form of shivers. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..

Taehyung couldn’t believe it, they were only moments away from— “Uncle Tae! I have no more flowers..!” A fit of muffled laughter erupted from the small crowd, causing a flustered Jisoo to attempt to quiet down her daughter, murmuring shh’s.

“But mama I need more flowers!” Taehyung laughed, mouthing to Jisoo that all was well; Yuna was too cute. Tae loved the little girl to pieces. Once she was done throwing her mini tantrum— thanks to Namjoon, who quickly swept Yuna off her little feet; Tae’s big grin gradually died down now that Jungkook’s figure had gotten closer. Instead, he licked over his lips, feeling the warm tears resurface once again.

“Hurry up, I wanna hold your hands..” The needy whisper came out weaker than Taehyung had intended, voice breaking whilst he made grabby-hands towards Jungkook, wanting nothing more than to stand before the love of his life. When both men finally faced one another, the elder had the strong urge to kiss him; but he held back. The time hadn’t come yet..

“Wow.. you look so pretty, baby,” is what he settled for, nervously toying with Kook’s fingers, glassy eyes shrinking the more his smile widened.

Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek, the only invisible release of his anxious state that he could do at the moment. Taehyung looked fucking otherwordly, it blew his mind that this man... was his. Forever.

''You too.... So handsome.'' He whispered back, doe eyes sparkling from the lights around them, enhanced by the layer of tears glazing over his dark irises.  Don't cry, don't cry, don't fucking-- well, fuck, he's crying. Jungkook was always a crybaby. ''Shit...'' Kook didn't even register the warmth trickling down his cheeks until now, blinking rapidly as he looked at the ceiling to prevent the stinging in his eyes. His tattooed hands immediately intertwined with Taehyung's, squeezing to ensure that this was indeed their reality. And so, they were both reminded of this reality as the officiant's voice echoed in the venue.

"Welcome family, friends and loved ones. We are gathered today to celebrate the union of,'' The officiant paused to look at the younger. ''Jeon Jungkook and,'' And over at the elder. ''Kim Taehyung."

Jungkook's breath hitched, squeezing his husband to be's hands tighter.

"Your marriage will be a lifelong promise to love, respect, trust and honor each other through the good, the bad and the unexpected. This union represents your commitment to support one another as individual beings but share your joys, sorrows, and dreams as one." The speech continued, the officiant rambled about marriage, about love, about everything-- and Jungkook couldn't do anything but silently admire Taehyung, just as the elder did back. Their expression said it all, it always did. Ever since they were younger, the look in their eyes never changed as they found each other's gaze.

''Jeon Jungkook, do you take Kim Taehyung to be your husband?''

Jungkook swallowed tightly, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment. The way he fucking loved this man was unheard of.

"I do." His voice was clear, and for that he was thankful-- even if his cheeks were damp with tears.

The officiant turned to look at the elder.

"Kim Taehyung, do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your husband?"

Taehyung didn’t need another second to think it through; he’s had five years to make up his mind—“Fuck, o-of course! I mean, I do.” He squeezed the younger’s trembling hands, twiddling with the delicate piece of metal hugging Kook's ring finger; grinning freely past the layer of tears that washed over his chocolate eyes.

“Forasmuch as Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook have consented together in holy matrimony, and have pledged their love and loyalty to each other, and have declared the same by the joining and the giving of rings, by the power vested in me, and as witnessed by friends and family, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss the groom.” The series of claps and exceptionally loud cheers (drunk Jin) from their friends barely reached Taehyung’s ears. The elder practically threw himself in Jungkook’s arms, tightly wrapping his own around the younger’s neck as Tae kissed the hell out of him, taking his sweet time with his husband. Fuck.. felt disorienting— yet extremely fitting to think that; to be able to refer to Jungkook as his husband.

“I love you so much.” Taehyung’s faint whisper only reached four ears, his and Kook’s. Their friends lingered in the beautifully lit background, cooing; some snapping hundreds of pictures (once again, drunk Jin) of the pair. “And yeah, they were right. You do look spicy..” The elder discreetly raised a brow, having yet to part ways from Jungkook’s warmth. “But tonight, you’ll look even better naked.” The elder’s hands tauntingly slid down to Kook’s waist, where he gripped at his soft edges. Taehyung’s dim smirk diminished into yet another kiss, this time needier..

“Uh, guys? You gonna stop kissing now..?” Hoseok gave them a verbal poke, “We’re still here, you know.”

Jia cheerfully butted in, “Let’s get this party started, I wanna get wasted.”

Jungkook wiped his dry tears off his cheeks when theiy kiss is broken, wide smile mixed with his flustered blush. Tae always managed to sneak in the comments that'd make his insides stir from the mere anticipation of what's to come. Their wedding night. Somehow, that thought made it even more special. And even if they've done practically everything together, Koo was feeling a bit nervous... He wanted it to be even more special. He was thankful for the fact that a bit of liquid courage would surely help with his nerves. Honestly, tipsy sex later on didn't sound that bad...

"Don't say such things yet, or I won't be able to wait until tonight.." Jungkook whispered back, burying his face in Tae's neck momentarily until his blush would subside.

Photos were taken, from Tae popping the champagne bottle for their first drink together as a married couple, arms hooked and cheesy for the cameras, Jungkook cutting their cake and feeding it to Taehyung, with all hyungs in the back cheering like dumbasses, to Yuna smearing cream on Jungkook's nose as he held her. It was the perfect gathering for everyone that loved them, and for the ones they loved. The venue had moved into the party event of the night, Kook's suit jacket came off to only wear the pants and white dress shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to his biceps, hair slightly messy but still put together. Drinks now in hand, hyungs, friends and the married couple exchanged laughs, memories and embarrassing stories.

''Remember when Taehyungie aaalways would give Jungkookie the marshmallows during breakfast? Ah, so wholesome. And here they are, fucking maaarrried!" Jin laughed, raising his glass for another drink.

''And when they disappeared during that party...'' Yoongi added quietly, his cheeks red from the alcohol. ''Then they came back from upstairs looking all newly fucked.''

Namjoon choked on his drink at the memory, remembering literally finding them naked in the room. But, that was something he'd take to the grave, however giving the couple a look of 'if they only knew.'

Jungkook blushed, tilting his head back to gulp down one of his drinks. ''My favorite is... McDonalds.'' he scrunched his nose at the memory, glancing over at Tae. ''Remember?''

Taehyung sat his half-empty glass of wine down. The slender fingers that once wrapped around its crystal base were now on Jungkook’s thigh, caressing over the smoother fabric of the younger’s dress pants— a different feel compared to Kook’s usual, rugged style. “How could I forget..” Tae chuckled, “That’s the place where you asked me out.”

“I knew it!” Jin’s loud voice startled little Yuna, who was busy stuffing her face with a slice of cake whilst the rest of the adults conversed about different topics that didn’t intrigue her five-year-old mind. Immediately, she hid her face in Namjoon’s chest, small fists clinging onto her father’s suit. “Remember that day in the lunchroom? When both of you were being total assholes and wouldn’t tell us who asked who out? I was right.”

Hoseok’s eyes lit up, as if the memories had just registered in his brain— “I remember! Always thought it was Tae, though.”

Taehyung’s cheeky grin evolved into a laugh, comfortably leaning his body against his husband’s, “Nope. It was him, it was right after the party, too. I remember it clearly— my ass was so sore, and the stars were really pretty.. also, the milkshakes. At that moment, he just.. asked if I wanted to be his boyfriend, so I said yes.”

Jimin’s plushy lips jutted outwards into a soft pout, cooing.

“I didn’t know you back then, but that does sound cute as hell.” Jia looked over at Yoongi, seeing as he was already looking back at her. The sensual tension between those two was pungent, anyone could tell. “This man right here cried fat tears during your vows.” Yoongi’s fond expression shifted into a frown, huffing as he poured himself another drink.

“Not true, Jia. You sure love to over-exaggerate things, don’t you?”

Yoongi definitely cried. Everyone knew.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go... to the bathroom, drank too much..” The last bit was mumbled. With a quick look towards Jia’s direction, Yoongi raised his brows— she got the hint.

“Gonna go check my dress, shit’s too tight.”

And just like that, both disappeared from the table.

Hoseok snickered, “Remind you of some people?” Taehyung smirked, bumping shoulders with Kook.

“They’re definitely hooking up. Yoongi had a tent under those pants.”

“Daddy? What’s ‘hooking up’?” It was Jisoo’s turn to glare at the man at her side, “Jin!”

"That's uhhhh..... oh look Yuna, cake!" Namjoon averted the distraction with sugary sweets, which seemed to work by the way the little child suddenly forgot about any mention of 'hookups', his dimpled smile directed to Jisoo. Jungkook leaned onto Taehyung, his fond eyes travelling across the group. The fact they all managed to still be friends was a blessing. The night went on, everyone getting more intoxicated, Yoongi and Jina still gone-- probably left to continue somewhere else.. and Jisoo and Namjoon ended up leaving because little Yuna had a bedtime to attend. The rest of the group stayed around until late hours, cheering and drinking on to celebrate the newlyweds. But all nights come to an end, everyone standing outside the building to bid their farewell.

"Time for you guys to consummate the marriage huhhhh?" Jin winked, one arm clinging onto Hoseok's shoulder to keep him up straight.

"Itll be like any other night." Hoseok snickered, hissing when Jimin kicked his shin.

"Congrats on the marriage, guys." Jimin cheered, blowing kisses in the air to the sweet couple. "I'm very happy for you guys. Ahh.. I want to marry someday too."

"Maybe Mino will marry you." Jungkook giggled, his cheeks red from the alcohol heating him up, clinging onto Taehyung's arm like a child. He surely was bigger, but in a moment like this he seemed just so small and endearing. "See you guys later."

The couple waited for their cab, as neither were in a condition to drive, anxious to get home to their first night as Mr. And Mr. Jeon.

“Someone’s had a bit too many drinks..” Taehyung drunkenly chuckled, wrapping one arm around Jungkook’s loose shoulders to pull him in closer, out stretching his neck; in the lookout for their expected cab. Once the car finally pulled up, Tae slumped down on the backseat, throwing his head back with a tired groan. It’s been a long, exciting day; almost all of the elder’s energy was spent entertaining their guests. “Fuck, ‘m tired, husband..” Like a kid, Taehyung turned his head to gaze into the younger’s eyes, cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Dunno if I’m gonna be able to fuck you dumb tonight.” Oh, Tae definitely could. Now that he was in a hazier mindset, messing with Jungkook seemed that much more amusing.. The elder might‘ve been tired; but he never got tired of Kook’s body, and tonight was no exception. “Shit, I was really gonna take my time with you and everything.. I was gonna make love to you, hard.” He forced out a defeated sigh, diverting his attention to the various lights outside.

Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung with his wide doe eyes, hands fiddling in his lap. He pouted. "But Taeeee...." he leaned in closer, hand reaching to tug at his husband's collar for attention. He really turned into such a baby when he drank with Taehyung. And maybe, just maybe it also had to do with the fact that they were horny newlyweds, he's been teased all day. "Tired? noo.. babe, we can wake you up. I'll wake youu uuup!"

“God, you’re so fucking cute..” Taehyung scooted closer to his tipsy husband, Tae’s distant laughter now coming across as raspier than before; the slight vibrations in his broad shoulders brushing against the side of Jungkook’s arm. “You’ll wake me up, huh..” Something else was already aroused awake, and the elder couldn’t bare to keep it a secret from Kook for much longer.. “I have an idea— of how you can wake me up, that is.” Taehyung pressed a small kiss onto the younger’s cheek, alert eyes trained upfront. “Wanna know what it is? Shit, why am I even asking, of course you do..” He pulled away from Jungkook’s ear, drunken-breath clashing against the latter’s clammy skin. “Get a feel, baby.” Tae cautiously led the younger’s hand to his bulge, ragged breath hitching in his throat. He was extra sensitive, and it was hard to not make much noise.. The driver would start to get suspicious. “Ah shit.. move your hand.” With a quick peek upfront, Taehyung undid his zipper, man-spreading for Jungkook. Luckily the back was dark enough, but there was always a chance of them getting caught..

Jungkook's eyes sparkled in the dark, biting down on his lower lip to prevent the needy whimper that threatened to escape his throat. He probably wouldn't admit it so openly, but there was something about the risk of getting caught that turned him on even more than if it would've been a simple wait for them to get home. Taehyung surely knew that though. Kook was his little exhibitionist. And the latter was ever grateful that the elder indulged in his deviant desires. "Can't believe I get to call you my husband." Jungkook whispered, voice more steady this time around. One hand still palming Tae’s bulge over his pants, his other hand snaked underneath the waistband for a direct contact, sighing out a shaky breath at the silky, soft yet hard length that throbbed in his hand. Kook has seen, tasted and touched Taehyung's cock what felt like a million times before, but there was no way he could ever get enough of it. Slowly, he stroked Taehyung's rigid length with lazy movements, relishing in the response he drew out from his husband in the form of twitchy hips, the struggle to remain silent.

“Fuck..” Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, temporarily wetting the dry patches. He harshly tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, and the corner of his mouth twitched once as he held back a deep, thick growl. “My fuckin’ husband; you like this, don’t you? My sneaky baby.. jerking me off in the backseat of a stranger’s car. Dirty little thing.” The elder gently rocked his hips into Kook’s hand, looking down at the way the front of his pants would bulge outwards with every stroke. “So fucking good. You imagining it’s your ass wrapping around me, baby boy? Hm? Fuckin’ bet you wanna jump my bones; you wanna feel this big cock inside of you— fuuck..” Taehyung threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mmhm... shit, when you talk like that..." Jungkook rubbed his thighs together, uncomfortably adjusting his erection. "Drives me mad. My little ass is throbbing, clenching just thinking about your fat cock filling it up." Koo whispered into the elders ear, squeezing Taes turgid length a little harder, his hand getting more and more slick with every stroke, focusing his attention on the swollen mushroom tip than the rest of it, rubbing his thumb underneath the crease of the head. "I love you. Do you feel a bit more awake now?" He breathed out coyly, nuzzling his nose into Taehyung's neck. For one it could look like an innocent cuddle, little drunk koo just seeking leverage. But the innocence was nowhere to be found in either of the boys.

Taehyung’s nails sank deep into the fabric of his pants, feeling the strong muscles under his thigh shift into a clenched position. The way Jungkook’s thumb kneaded the spot under the reddened tip; accentuating his vigor— it had Tae losing it. Kook knew how much that gesture drove him insane. He also knew that it turned Taehyung on to the max; if the latter wasn’t in such a trance, he would’ve had to punish Jungkook for it. How dare he tease him in a situation like this one?— knowing Tae wouldn’t be able to fuck his brains out.. “Y-yeah.. more awake. Keep rubbing under there..” The elder grew harder in Kook’s hand, the rocking of his hips gaining more momentum. “O-oh.. fuuck.”

“Everything okay back there?”

Shit— shit! As if it could possibly hide the commotion going on inside of his pants, Taehyung’s hand instinctively covered over his bulge; looking like a wide-eyed idiot. He quickly turned to look at Jungkook, silently pleading with him to answer for the both of them. His voice would betray him, Tae was sure of it. Fuck, he just wanted to arrive at their expensive suite already and fuck his husband..

"All good, siiir! Just a little too much to drink!" Jungkook chirped back, keeping his eyes fixed on Taehyung's wide ones. Mischief was evident on Jungkook's expression, he was fucking thriving off of the risky situation, the embarrassment that could possibly dawn upon them. But Kook was confident the chance of actually being caught was more unlikely. "Don't worry so much, you're way too obvious..." Jungkook whispered, although he did enjoy the tension it provided. "I wonder if I could just suck you off right here?" He added lowly, eyes lowering to watch his hand resume it's work, squeezing and rubbing at the swollen head. He licked his lips, nodding to himself as he leaned down, his raven hair barely visible in the dark anyway. "Just gonna take a little nap til we arrive." He cooed out loud, quietly tugging down Tae's pants to release his length from the strain of fabrics. He sighed, the sound coming out as a quiet moan that only the elder could hear before directly taking the tip into his mouth, no teasing-- just as much as he could possibly take down his throat, tongue brushing against the velvety skin. He remains still, his gag reflex well trained throughout their years together, allowing the elder to just feel the wet warmth of Jungkook's fleshy mouth, like a good cock warming prep. Koo knew this would drive him mad, riled up to the max to get what he wanted in their bedroom later on; a desperate, rough, punishing fuck.

“Kook— wha.. a-ah..” Taehyung gasped; he didn’t expect Jungkook to actually go through with it, but now that the younger’s mouth lingered frozen around his heated cock, Tae found that to be even more surprising. Jungkook was really testing him.. “Fuck, babe quit playing and suck my dick..” His fingers wove themselves in through his husband’s long hair, tugging at its roots.  Taehyung stared down at where Kook’s warmth engulfed his most sensitive body part, desperately trying to make out the younger’s swollen lips in the darkness.  Still as cautious as ever, Tae’s eyes continuously flickered between the focused driver and his husband, slightly pushing downwards on Jungkook’s head. “Baby, fuck.. so warm, shit.” Taehyung felt as if he’d be able to stay like this forever.. “You’re taking in all of it like a champ, Jesus..”

As if Jungkook was cock-warming him, Tae threw his head back, eyes closed while he visibly relaxed. It was tempting to fuck the younger’s mouth, but after a long; eventful day, this was what Taehyung needed..

“So newlyweds, huh? How does it feel?”

The elder’s eyes immediately awakened, worried that the man would be able to see Jungkook through the rear view mirror. He pushed down on Kook’s nape, feeling the younger’s drool slither down his naked length. “Oh, uh.. it— it feels great.” Taehyung bit down on his rosy lip, slowly thrusting his hips upwards. Fuck, Kook was going to be the death of him.

Jungkook placed his hand on Tae's thigh, smoothing his hand in slow circles as a way of reassurance that he's fine. But of course, Tae knew the younger could take it all. He took a deep breath through his nose, swallowing tightly around the elders swollen length. The fleshy walls of his throat constricted, the light quiet sound of the younger gasping for more air more prominent. But Kooks hand remained soothing on Tae’s thigh. It was fine. He loved this. And, the fact that Taehyung was having a conversation with the driver only made it so much more entertaining.

"That is amazing. You two make a very handsome couple. I can hear the sighs of women from here when they see the two of you together." The driver chuckled lightly.

The moan scratching at the back of Taehyung’s throat converted itself into an awkward chuckle; his posture stiff as he relished in the comforting touch of Jungkook’s hand. “Y-yeah,” another forced laughter, “He’s very good.. very handsome. Lucky to have him— o-oh shit.”  Tae felt his husband’s throat close in around him, and the elder insisted Kook could make out the saltiness of his precum. Shit, he was practically squeezing it out of him at this point, Jungkook was so fucking tight..

“Everything alright?” Of course the driver heard.

“Yeah— yeah, ‘m good.”

Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, his fingers having yet to part from the younger’s hair. “Wanna feel you even more..” Subtly, Tae’s hips fucked into his mouth, the tip of his cock repeatedly prodding against the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Oh god..” His body’s rhythm was steady, but anything was better than nothing. The elder stared down at him, admiring the way the boy’s plush lips would occasionally graze the skin of his pelvis. Jungkook’s gag reflex had gotten better, and Taehyung was big— it came as an initial surprise for both. Now, they were used to it. While his dick stayed snug inside of Kook's mouth, the driver decided it’d be a good idea to continue asking them questions.

“Any plans for the future?”

“Uh, buy a house, raise a baby— things like that.” Normally Tae wouldn’t have answered so quickly, but he was desperate for the man to stop asking them questions..

“That’s amazing. Babies are a handful, I have two of them myself, so I wish you guys the best of luck!”

“T-thanks. We’ll need it.”

“How does your husband feel about that? Excited to raise a kid?”

“Yeah, babe. How do you feel about raising a baby with me?” If Jungkook could tease him, so could he. “Come on, wake up from your nap honey. It’s rude..”

Jungkook clawed at Taehyung's thigh for having the guts to force the younger to interrupt what he'd started. He really didn't want to separate his throat from Tae's cock. However, he did, slowly feeling the rigid length brush against his fleshy mouth as he pulled back to sit up straight, combing his fingers through his hair with one hand and wiping his teary eyes with the other. "Yeah,'' His voice came out hoarse. He padded his eyes with the back of his hand, instead acting as if he's so touched by the very thought of children. "Yeah I am very excited, can't wait to raise a child with him." Kook glanced over at the elder as he said so, he genuinely meant every word that rolled off his tongue. However, right now, there was a hint of his mischievous annoyance present. He wanted to tease more. Instead, he opted for simply... Not going back down, leaning back in his seat as he placed his hands in his lap, covering the throbbing bulge he's rocking of his own. Fuck, this car ride felt like it was taking forever...

"How sweet.'' The driver chirped as he finally pulled over by their street.

"Well, here we are. It was a pleasure talking to the two of you, I wish you the best of luck with your future. And congratulations on the marriage."

After seconds of just.. waiting for Jungkook to dive back down, Taehyung passed as an actual idiot. He expectantly stared at his husband, dick stiff as a pole— but without anyone to take proper care of it. When it became obvious that Kook wasn’t planning on continuing, Taehyung scoffed, tucking himself back in with a sour expression. This man..

Once the sight of the massive hotel came into view, Tae was eager to get out of there. He rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet before paying the driver, thanking him for the thoughtful wishes regarding their marriage. However, part of him felt guilty that the man remained clueless about what took place in the backseats, so Taehyung gave him a big tip. It didn’t completely get rid of his gnawing guilt, but it definitely helped..

“Thanks. Drive safe.” The elder waved at the man, an innocent smile on display until the car disappeared from their sight.

At that moment, Taehyung grasped onto Jungkook’s bicep, bringing him closer. “What the fuck was that?” He growled into the younger’s ear, “You didn’t even suck me off, that’s low, babe.” His bigger hand snuck down to Kook’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “You teased me a lot back there, I don’t wanna hear a word from you when I do the same. Now come on, let’s get checked in, then we’ll see if I’m still up for it..”

Being manhandled in this manner had Jungkook speechless, the one and only sound he dared to allow slipping past his suck-swollen lips was a breathy whimper. Now, it was no secret that the younger was physically the one at an advantage if he wanted to be-- but the thing is, he crumbled so easily with every word hissing through Taehyung's teeth. Jungkook nodded, keeping his gaze low on the ground as his lips curled up in a small smile, legs trembling with excitement. This little game, it was the perfect thrill. Would he get teased until he physically couldn't take it anymore? Would he be left tied up on the bed for hours upon hours? Or would the elder simlpy be too impatient and just fuck him into a dumb drooling mess?

Not knowing what to anticipate drove the younger mad.

Once they made it to the door of their premium suite, he patiently waited next to his husband who had the keycard to the door, eyes occasionally daring to look at how Tae practically oozed with frustration-- like a cloud of power that followed him all the way from the car. Kook licked his lips at the sight, a soft shaky breath all that left him as he shifted his weight on his feet, keeping his head low still. He wanted to feel small.

Taehyung turned on the doorknob, stepping into the neat space that’d soon turn into a mess. The elder was annoyed, and Jungkook knew how he got whenever something was on his mind, especially something like this.. “What are you doing still standing there? Get in.” No trace of fondness remained put in Taehyung’s naturally lower voice. Tonight, he’d put Jungkook through the merciless teasing that the younger showed him in the car; and Tae was going to enjoy every minute of it. After closing the door behind them, the elder loosened his bowtie, throwing it to the corner where his suit jacket laid. He turned around to face Jungkook, forcing the latter to stare into his eyes by redirecting his chin upwards.

He really looked too cute..

“Why are you so shy? You look so innocent..” Taehyung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, withdrawing his hand from Kook’s chin. “But you’re far from innocent, and I think you know why.”

With a bratty smile, Tae made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his top. “Why should I fuck you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass.” He made zero efforts to meet Jungkook’s eyes, playing uninterested.

Jungkook's doe eyes widened as he stepped closer to the elder until he stood in front of him, knees almost touching. He tried to meet Tae's eyes, but they kept avoiding him like the plague. And that alone ignited the needy fires within the younger-- he craved the attention even more when he was deprived of it. "Please, Taehyung." Jungkook's voice was low, a just audible enough whine. He dropped to his knees in front of Tae, still desperately attempting to feel his husband's gaze on him. "I'll be good, so good for you." He added, his hands already unbuttoning his own shirt after loosening his tie; eager to free himself from the restraints of the fabrics. Eager to feel Taehyung's clammy skin against his own at some point. Kook threw his shirt to the side, leaving his tie loose around his neck purposefully. He leaned in, placing his tattooed hands on Taehyung's thighs daringly as his sparkly gaze seeked attention. "I'll do anything to make up for it." He licked his lips as he said so, genuine in every sense of his words. "Mr. Jeon." He quirked a brow, liking how his name sounded when addressed to the elder, giving him a new level of authority that had Kook's cock throb beneath his dress pants.

Mr. Jeon..

Taehyung’s fingers tightly curled around Jungkook’s loose tie, roughly pulling the younger’s body upwards, unbothered to be the one who put in the effort to make their gazes clash. In this moment, Jungkook was his little doll; Tae got to handle him as he pleased. “Anything?” Their noses were practically touching whilst the elder’s hot breath fanned Kook’s flustered face, his eyes dead-set on the younger’s relaxed lips. “Call me that again.” Taehyung not only wanted to hear, but he wanted to see. The elder’s stare fell heavy on Jungkook’s lips, anticipating seeing the way they moved as Kook referred to him by such a commanding name. “Fuck.. say it.”

Jungkook licked his plushy lips deliberately slow before he inhaled deeply. "Mr. Jeon... Please, use me." He said with a low voice, his dark eyes still seeking for any attention. But knowing he wouldn't get it until the elder chose to, he settled for observing every little reaction he was able to draw out of him. He knew Taehyung didn't go unaffected, whether he acted like it or not. "Jeon Taehyung." He repeated the full name, this time it came out more like a strained sigh due to the tightness of the tie around his neck, eyes fluttering shut when he felt Tae's hand tug at the fabric controlling his airways.

Fuck, Taehyung couldn’t take it any longer; he had to have Jungkook. It was annoying— how the younger more often than not got away with whatever the hell he wanted, simply because of Taehyung’s undying hunger for the man.. But, who said the teasing had to end there? Surely not the elder. It was more fun that way.. Tae’s bigger hand unlatched itself from Jungkook’s tie, instead snaking around to the latter’s nape, sinking his fingers into the rigid skin before forcing their lips together. The kiss was anything but gentle, instead it reflected off of how Taehyung was feeling at the moment; needy, controlling— rough. “You’re gonna regret messing with me..” The elder mumbled in between their breathless kisses, the grip on Jungkook’s nape now more prominent, and so was the bulge in his tight pants. “You’re gonna listen to Mr. Jeon’s every word, got it?” Taehyung’s thumb caressed over the smooth skin of Kook’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. “Now undress me, but undo my zipper with your teeth. Hold eye contact throughout all of it, can you do that, puppy?” Not waiting for a clear answer, Tae comfortably leaned back on his arms, waiting for Jungkook to get started.

A spark of excitement swirled in Jungkook's dark gaze, eager to please and serve his husband. It was so fucking hot to see him this way, a nonchalant expression oozing of power, leaned back to showcase just exactly Jungkook was yet to unwrap for himself to see. Kook was confident, thrilled; and impatient. The mix had his hands trembling as he firstly finished the job of unbuttoning every single button on Tae's dress shirt, letting it freely fall to his sides to expose the firm yet soft torso that the younger had seen and admired countless times; yet every single time it felt new. "Yes, sir." Jungkook dragged his upper teeth across his lower lip as he lowered himself back on his knees between Taehyung's legs, eyes never wavering from his husbands. He clicked the initial button of the elders pants open before inching down to clasp the zipper between his bunny like teeth. Kook still stared up at the other male, desperate for any praise at all; and it showed in his eyes. And he was ready to work for it, there was no challenge the younger male wouldn't attempt to conquer. With every tooth of the zipper unraveling, the sound triggered his cock to pulse beneath his still intact pants. He both relished and cursed the slow pace of this, he craved to feel full, yet the journey there was just as exciting. When finished, he kept his teeth clamped on the little metal piece on the zipper, not daring to let go until ordered to do so.

“Have I ever told you how fuckin’ pretty you look when you’re obedient?” Taehyung purposely stayed back to watch Jungkook’s patient expression, knowing he could tell the younger to let go of his zipper whenever he wanted. “Now’s when you decide to be good, huh.. shit, so gorgeous..” The elder leaned forward, a shit-eating smirk tugging at his slightly swollen lips. “Let go.” Right as Kook was beginning to pull away, Taehyung’s palm pressed flat against his throat, gripping at Jungkook’s neck with his slender fingers. Although his grip was too strong to wriggle out of, Tae made sure it didn’t hurt Kook.. badly. “If you were so confident in the car, how ‘bout you prove to me just how deep you can go, hm?” Taehyung’s thumb pressed down harder at the receptive spot on the side of Jungkook’s neck, loving the way his husband seemed taken-aback by his actions. “Suck my cock, no games this time.” Growing impatient, the elder let go of his hold around Jungkook’s skin, expecting him to follow through; just like he always would.

"Yes." Jungkook gasped his word out the moment Taehyung withdrew from his throat, his throbbing erection aching so badly it almost hurt. He wanted to please so badly, he was thriving as he would remain feeling inferior throughout. He placed his hands firmly on Taehyung's thighs, using only his mouth to pick up the tip into his mouth, leaning forward to take the entirety of his husband's rigid cock down his throat, tongue brushing against the soft skin as he did so. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he wasted no time in hollowing his cheeks, sucking with an evident hunger as he began to slowly bob his head up and down. Every time his plush lips pressed against the elders pelvis, he'd feel his throat fight the girth in the form of constrictions, his eyes beginning to gather a layer of tears. He looked up at Taehyung as he withdrew, keeping the tip in his mouth as he swirled his wide tongue around it, only for him to move back down until the bulbous head prodded the back of his throat. Jungkook resumed his ministrations for as long as Taehyung would desire, the wet, loud sounds of the younger sucking with greed striking in the quiet room.

The muscles underneath Taehyung’s throat bobbed with every gulp he took, jaw slack as he watched Jungkook get to work; in a trance from the way his husband’s tongue circled around his head. Ever since they were younger, Kook always knew how to please him during a blowjob. The younger knew what he was doing, and it benefited them both. Those times they’d sneak out of the classroom only for Jungkook to get down on his knees— that feeling of infinite bliss and exhilaration never left. And now here they were, married, yet acting like the horny teenage boys they once were when they properly met... That’s how Taehyung felt with Jungkook; young.

“Shit.. you’re gonna fucking make me burst..” The elder threw his head back, the raspiness of his moans now accompanying the lewd sounds in the room. “You love my cock so much.. fuuck yeah, that’s it, good boy.” Taehyung relished in the warmth a bit longer, cheeks flushed with color. He could endure it a little more..

Jungkook pressed his thighs together at the sounds he managed to draw out of his husband, his muffled moans still caught in his throat. He took it upon himself to ease the pulsating ache between his legs by reaching down with one hand, unbuttoning his tight pants to seek some relief. Never once did he waver the rhythm he'd built up, skillfully sucking and licking Taehyung's turgid length as if he was worshipping the man himself. Kook snaked his hand beneath his own waistband, palming himself through his underwear to find even the slightest of friction, his teary eyes forcing a tear down his cheek to join the mess of drool and precum on his lips and chin.

Similar to a favorite movie of his, Taehyung found the sight below him so foreseeable yet so enticing. No matter how many times the elder’s seen Jungkook’s drool glisten down his skin, each time felt like the first. Kook was working so hard for him, maybe it was about time he did the same.. “Shit.. that’s enough.” With his hands on the younger’s shoulders, Taehyung withdrew his cock from Jungkook’s mouth, instantly missing the warmth it once provided. He gazed down at the thick layer of drool on his dick, and then back at Kook’s face— he looked beautiful like this, with rosy cheeks and watery eyes.. But Tae knew something else had to be done. “Strip for me, wanna see all of you..”

Jungkook gasps for air, not bothering to wipe his glistening chin at all as he gets up on his feet. His cheeks are flushed when he sees his own erection aching beneath the fabrics of his pants. His already exposed torso clammy from working hard on Tae's cock, messy hair and the loose tie gives him a sure look of a good, submissive boy. Now all that's missing is to show off just how badly he needs Taehyung. "Am I doing well?" Jungkook asks, fishing for more praise. His tattooed, long fingers curl around his pants as he pulls them down along with his underwear, allowing the fabrics to pool at his feet before stepping out of them. Now fully in the nude (except for the little cute tie around his neck), he takes a step to stand right in front of his husband, hands limp on his sides as he awaits what's next, cock twitching in anticipation.

“You’re doing amazing, baby..” Taehyung’s hooded eyes skimmed down Kook’s exposed, awkward stance; inhaling every inch of the younger’s skin as if it was smoke to his lungs. Jungkook was drop dead gorgeous— even in such a vulnerable state, he managed to make the elder’s breath hitch. Taehyung was sure that feeling would never, ever go away.. He never wanted it to. It kept things exhilarating between the two; it gave Taehyung a rush like never before. “You look so fucking cute with your tie.” A low chuckle emitted from deep down the elder’s chest whilst his feet moved on his own, breaking the small distance between their bodies. One of his hands landed on the side of Jungkook’s waist, and his pointer finger hooked itself underneath the flimsy fabric around Kook’s neck, drawing him in closer. Their cocks gently grazed over one another, the small contact having Taehyung bite down on his lower lip— his husband’s lower lip, anything to be more than close. “You turn quiet real quick, don’t you?” The elder breathed out against Jungkook’s neck, running the tip of his nose along the responsive skin. “Hope you’re less shy when I pound into you, wanna hear you.” In that instant, Taehyung harshly drove the younger’s back against the wall, caging his relatively larger build in between his own. No matter how much stronger Jungkook was; or how tough he appeared in people’s eyes, Tae knew the younger man would always be his baby boy.

Those doe eyes made Taehyung want to corrupt him again and again.

“So fuckin’ pretty, goddamn.” The elder’s mouth latched on to his husband’s sweet spot, sucking on the soft skin as if it was the last thing he’d do. Both of his bigger hands held Jungkook’s wrists above his head, stopping him from wriggling too much. “Gonna give you so many hickeys, want everyone to know what we came here to do.. and that’s fucking mark my territory.”

"Ah~ yes, I'm yours...." Jungkook's rosy lips parted in a needy whimper, muscles in his arms and torso flexing as he lightly tugged against the restraints that were Taehyung's hands-- however not hard enough to actually set himself free. He could.. but he did.not.want.to.. He was thriving to be Taehyung's good boy. His regular day to day life always consisted of being the big guy, the strong guy. The one in charge. And ever since they were teenagers, the elder was the only person who could reduce him into a whiny, needy boy that just wanted to be manhandled, praised, and properly and utterly fucked. Jungkook's breathy moans were growing heavy, eyes screwing shut as he deliberately focused on the way Tae's lips sucked on his skin-- and trying his best to ignore the borderline painful ache between his legs. He could practically feel the precum drool from the swollen head of his tip. But it was so much easier said than done, and the younger's well repeated words throughout the years slipped past his lips in a quiet whine. "More, please.."

Taehyung’s lips attached themselves to parts of the untainted skin of Kook’s neck, down to his collarbones and shoulders, where he stamped a bundle of kisses— ranging from big to small— along every shuddering dip and arch. “Such a good boy for me, I love you.” With one last look into Jungkook’s eyes, Tae spun the younger around on his feet, hands grabbing at his small waist. “Just wanna devour you whole..” The elder’s breath clashed against the other’s nape, feeling the delicate hairs of Jungkook’s skin brush against his nose in a feather-like touch. Everything Kook had to offer was intoxicating.. Taehyung nuzzled his face in the crook of his husband’s collarbone, one of his hands snaking around to where Jungkook’s aroused cock bobbed. His long fingers didn’t wait to wrap themselves around the thick girth, accumulating the precum at the tip, and smothering it down to the rest of his length.

“Don’t cum yet, alright~?” The elder pressed himself harder onto Kook’s ass, pushing the latter’s chest against the wall. His rock-hard dick stayed snug in between his husband’s cheeks, taunting him with painfully slow thrusts. “Fuck..” Taehyung flicked his wrist a couple of times, then proceeded to carefully stroke Jungkook’s wet cock— from the base to the tip. “Your moans are so fucking pretty, I wanna hear them all the time.”

"Oh, fuck... Tae.." Jungkook pressed his cheek against the wall, heavy huffs and moans slipping past his lips. His cock twitched happily in the elder's hand, finally receiving the attention he so badly craved. But it quickly turned out to be not enough. Not enough at all. "You're so good to me-- god.." kooks voice tore into a higher pitched moan when the elders cock pressed against his plump ass, arching his back to seek more, to silently beg for his husband to fuck him already. But he knew better than that, Tae wouldn't give in so easily; even if they both knew and desired just that. "You drive me crazy, I love you so mu-uch!" He tensed his leg muscles, desperately trying to hold back how fast his orgasm wanted to creep up on him, whining louder with every stroke provided by the other male. Kook imagined their first time in that dirty locker room, this position way too familiar-- yet so different. Tae back then compared to now was a completely different man; and yet parts remained exactly the same. Just like Taehyung, Jungkook felt younger with his husband, like they're still a pair of horny teenagers. Now, they're just older; and much better at what they're doing. "Please... baby, I need more." Kook glanced over his shoulder, his dark doe eyes pleading to the elder like a puppy. "Stretch my tight ass for you... I want your fat cock in me.."

Koo paused for a moment, grinding his hips back against Tae's cock-- "Daddy..."

“You know me too well, baby..” Taehyung growled into Jungkook’s ear, grunts muffled against the side of Kook’s neck as his hips gained momentum; feeling the delicate skin of his cock glide between Jungkook’s ass, continuously rubbing against his husband’s clenched entrance. “Oh fuck, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” His hand’s dragging motion faltered, “Well, he always does, doesn’t he?” Taehyung’s teeth tugged at the back of Kook’s tie, forcefully ungluing the younger’s tinted cheek from the wall, choking him in the slightest. With the piece of fabric securely clamped down in his mouth, Tae tauntingly tilted his head to the side, wearing a sly smile upon properly making out Jungkook’s shift in blissful expressions. He looked too fucking good.. The elder’s hooded glance was casted downwards, admiring how the tip of his cock would pop out with every upward drag, standing tall in between Kook’s cheeks. “Hngh..” Taehyung tugged harder with his teeth, nails sinking deep into the flesh of Jungkook’s hips.

"Y-yeah, always-- ahn...." Jungkook shamelessly rolls his hips against his husband's cock, legs quaking to keep himself up, hands firmly pressed against the wall to keep some kind of leverage as he gasps from the pressure against his neck as he's tugged back. "Please, now-- need more..haah..." He breathes out in a choked whisper, licking his lips until they shine as if they were glazed with gloss. His fingers curled against the wall, not caring that it'd cause marks if he kept going. Nothing else mattered, only the boys-- reckless and messy, just like they've always been. Now that Jungkook was deprived of the friction of Taehyung's hand on his cock, all he could think about was to feel his clenching hole being stretched and filled to the brim, his agile hips continuously grinding back deliciously against the elder, showing him what he's missing out on. "Just shove it in me, I'm dying without it." He pleaded once more, screwing his eyes shut as he prayed for the tease to soon be over with-- he swore he'd combust at any moment if he couldn't have it.

Taehyung’s rigid mouth let go of Jungkook’s tie, letting the damp fabric resume to its spot on the younger’s nape. Now that he was able to, Tae trailed open-mouthed kisses along Kook’s flexed shoulder blades, the fluttering of his eyelashes grazing the man’s soft skin. “Just a little longer, babe. You’re a big boy, you can handle it.” However, Taehyung himself didn’t know just how much longer he could take it either.. He was good at teasing, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to rearrange Jungkook’s guts right then and there. The elder kept it up for a few extra seconds, continuing to grind against his husband’s ass; his dick sandwiched in between each rosy cheek. But those seconds felt like hours, and that’s when Tae called it  off. “Not gonna shove it in you now, at least wait until we’re on the bed, will ya?” His chuckle caused his shoulders to vibrate, and his cock to twitch. “It’s our first time as husbands, let’s be a little classier~”

With one last squeeze to Jungkook’s ass, Tae led them both to the spacious bed, too high on the moment to part their hungry kisses. His hand securely clasped the back of his husband’s neck, deepening their kiss until the back of their shins met the wooden edge of the bed. Taehyung lightly pushed on Kook’s chest, urging him to lay on his back whilst he discarded his dress shirt that the younger had previously unbuttoned, lower lip clasped in between his teeth. Kicking off the pants and boxers pooling at his ankles, Tae proudly showed off his naked physique before situating himself above Jungkook, towering over the younger man. “So gorgeous.. so pretty.. so fuckable.” Despite their difference in size, Taehyung was used to manhandling Koo in the bedroom, so it came naturally. The elder liked to joke that carrying his buff husband around was the reason he’d been gaining extra muscle recently.. “Gonna stretch you out first, but with my tongue.. spread those legs wide for daddy, he wants a taste of you.”

Jungkook's cheeks flushed in pink at the praise and commands hurled his way, nodding as he did as told. Shuffling up further on the bed with his husband on top, he reached behind his knees to spread his legs wide for Taehyung, exposing everything he had to physically offer like a good boy. He just looked so small like this, it was pitiful yet endearing. "With your tongue...?" Kook meekly replied, leaning his head back comfortably against the soft duvet, the blush on his face spreading fast across his features. He felt a bit embarrassed, but... He wanted it. Taehyung was skilled in many aspects, and using his tongue was definitely one of them. "Taste me, please daddy...."

“Gladly, baby.” Taehyung could pinpoint Jungkook’s obvious embarrassment from a mile away, the redness in his cheeks drawing all the more attention to his body’s natural reaction. The elder could relate, but he also knew that at the end, Koo’s initial uneasiness would soon turn into pure lust; Taehyung knew how it went— all too well, in fact. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, yeah you do.. fuuck.” Tae pressed his hands against the backside of Jungkook’s muscular thighs, leaning downwards to meet his feast in the eyes. “So pink ‘n untouched.. but not for long.” The elder’s wet tongue lapped over his husband’s clenched entrance once, giving each of them a small sample of what was to come. “So sweet, too..” Tae’s chaste kisses were sensual around the rim, his fingernails digging deep into Kook’s flesh whilst he steadied himself on his knees.

A drawn out moan passed through Jungkook's parted lips, pressing his head back against the bed. His hands withdrew from his thighs to allow the elder to take over the grip of his legs, his own hands vulnerably laying above his head. His hips jerked lightly at the sensation, his tight entrance twitching from the welcoming warmth teasing around it. "Mmh, yeah.. Feels good.." Koo announced his pleasure in small, breathy whines, indulging in the way his husband is taking care of him, worshiping his body like it was his last meal in this life. Jungkook glanced down at Taehyung, and the sight had his cock throbbing. The elders dark fringe dangled over his eyes, strong arms holding Kook's legs up, the lower part of his face hiding to please and tease with one of Jungkook's most sensitive parts. "Fuck, you're so hot.." Koo was already losing any sense of embarrassment, all he could feel was the overwhelming lust drowning him-- tunnel visioned on his husband, and his husband only.

“Fuck, I know,” Tae outwardly agreed like the cocky bastard he was, allowing his mouth to linger close to the milky skin of Jungkook’s thighs, ghosting over the smooth flesh with his plush lips. “Gonna finger you first, I know how much you love that.” The elder’s tongue slightly peeked out of the corner of his lips, switching his utmost attention to Koo’s hole; and as if an indescribable pull had taken over his senses, Taehyung’s middle finger sank in without a warning. The man was still leaning down, too focused on the way Jungkook swallowed his slender digit to look away. Soon enough, Tae added in another finger.. and another; and like a small child in a candy store, he was amazed by how much his husband could endure. His eyes were shining with anticipation, mouth watering from the simple sight.. The scissoring motions inside of Kook came to a halt, and as soon as he pulled out his dripping digits, Taehyung’s lean tongue snuck its way past the gaping opening. It was a new feeling.. he’d eaten out plenty of girls before in his High School days, but having his tongue deep inside of Koo felt new— not necessarily a bad kind of new. Shit, he was so warm and.. pleasant. Taehyung’s eyes were fluttered shut, relishing in the way he flicked his tongue in the compact space, scolding himself for not doing this sooner.

"Yeah, yea- oh god..." Jungkook's moans from the familiar fingers broke into a gasp at the new sensation of Taehyung's warm, wet, firm tongue smoothing his insides, his thighs trembling in Tae's hands. "Holy shit..." Koo almost chuckles in disbelief at the fact they hadn't done this the other way sooner, placing his hand over his face to wipe his clammy skin, cheeks flushed red. "I see why you like this so much now, wow..." Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, slightly dry from the residue of the product, taking deep breaths as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to truly focus on the wet muscle exploring his most intimate parts. "Feels so good.."

The constant shower of praise and moans of approval amped up Taehyung’s slowly diminishing confidence. He didn’t know if he was doing any good— until Koo decided to open his mouth. He gripped tighter onto his husband’s inner thighs, knuckles turning white from his secure handle. The elder’s skilled tongue lapped at every reachable inch of Jungkook’s insides, humming in pure delight at the new taste he’s grown fond of. It didn’t take long, once and Taehyung was hooked.. “Oh wow, you taste so fucking good,” Tae murmured under his heavy breath once he’d pulled away for a quick second, gathering extra spit in his mouth before aiming at Kook’s swollen hole. He placed kitten licks on the entrance, lips slightly puckered as he roughly fucked his tongue in and out of Jungkook, one hand sneaking up to toy with the younger’s warm balls.

Jungkook's hands instinctively reached for Taehyung, combing his fingers through his dark curls as his moans had gradually grown breathier and louder. "Uh huh-- shit, you're so good at that.." Jungkook mindlessly spits his verbal reassurance of the pleasure he's put through, his words coming out as high pitched whines. Kooks hips squirm for more, greedy and needy in every sense of the word. He was an absolute puddle for his husband, always have been, always will be. "I love you, I fucking love you... please, need your cock so bad, noooow..."

The elder withdrew his mouth from Jungkook’s ass, warm spit glistening around his blood-fueled lips and the tip of his nose, making Taehyung look all the more fucked as he gazed down at Kook; making a show out of the way he slipped his tongue back in his mouth, moaning deeply whilst he savored the rest of his husband. Didn’t taste overly sweet, and that Taehyung liked.. “Wanna eat you out everyday now..” Koo’s pink entrance was slick from Tae’s previous work, the rim spread wide enough for him to poke the head of his cock through— “Shit..” Taehyung’s tip was immersed in between Jungkook’s flesh, and soon enough was the rest of his long, thick length. The younger always takes him in so well.. The first time 18-year-old Tae slipped inside of Kook might’ve been a lot to take in, but they’ve both gotten used to each other’s bodies throughout the years they’ve been together.

“Fuck, you good?” Taehyung’s veiny hand guided his dick to a more comfortable position, his long fringe falling down to his eyes. “I love you so fucking much, Koo, fuck.” The elder threw his husband’s legs over his broad shoulders, resting his muscular arms beside Jungkook’s head before beginning to grind into his man, starting at a slow pace. It was their honeymoon.. it had to be somewhat romantic. “I can’t believe you’re my husband— hngh..” Tae grunted out loud, “I-I can’t wait to have a family with you, yeah.. fuck, wanna grow old with you ‘n do everything t-together— so tight..”

"Mhm, yes." Jungkook nodded, his calloused fingers grasping around Taehyung's lower arms tightly, blunt nails digging into the skin for his own sake, he needed to claw at something to release the overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his body. "So good, I love you-- shit, I love being your husband." Koo's eyebrows were tightly knit together as he stared up at Tae with his doe eyes, his blurry vision glazed over with every single emotion he could possess at a moment like this.

Lust, love, relief.

He was just as whipped for the man on top of him as he'd always been, for years already-- and he had no doubt that this was his forever after.

Jungkook bit back a raspy moan when Tae's cock finally started to tease at his prostate, eyes fluttering in bliss, struggling to keep his gaze focused any longer, simply drowning in how amazing it felt to feel his husband's hips grind into him with the utmost affection. It was fantastic, but knowing the younger man-- slow only pleased him for so long... "A-ah, your cock is so big... I love it, fuck, more... Please, Mr. Jeon.." He purred, deliberately clenching his warm flesh around the elder's turgid length, the hint of mischief sparkling in the younger's eyes.

Tae burrowed his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, their bodies’ shine mingling with one another whilst Taehyung sweetly kissed the pale skin, tasting the slight saltiness of his husband’s sweat on his lips. He licked over them, allowing them to hang open as grunts and groans made themselves known in the room. The elder wasn’t shy when it came to the noises he made in the bedroom; he wanted to let Koo know just how good he was making him feel.. His husband held a tight grip on his cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation as Tae gradually thrusted deeper into him. “Love it when you call me that— hmph..!” His balls smacked harder against the younger’s ass, squelching sounds taking over the invisible bubble they’ve made for themselves. “Fuck..” It came out as a hoarse whisper, and one of Taehyung’s hands snuck between their bodies to grasp onto Jungkook’s cock, giving the stiff skin a few delicious strokes. “So good..”

"Aa-aah*..!" Jungkook snapped his head from one side to the other, pressing his flushed cheek against the bed. His body trembled like a leaf at the added sensation, a drawn out moan in relief, finally touched where it ached the most. He felt like he'd been a really good boy then and there to finally earn this as a reward. "I f-feel good? fuck--" His voice was strained and wobbly, every thrust choking his words. "Tell me, tell me please... How good I make you feel."

Koo knew already, the sounds his husband was making gave him no doubt about the pleasure his body brought upon the elder. But Jungkook loved to verbally hear it. Almost like back when Taehyung had gone overseas, and all they had were FaceTime. Even though they could easily look at each other through their screens-- the verbal aspect of it was Kook's favorite. And it stuck with him since, hearing that deep voice his husband possessed tell him the most filthy of things, and the highest of praise; it turned Jungkook on.

Taehyung’s head tilted upwards, the fringe no longer as smooth. Instead the dark hairs stuck together by a thin layer of sweat on his creased forehead, giving him little access to truly look into Jungkook’s doe eyes whilst he grumbled out his next words; “Your insides are always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I push my cock in you— hngh.. it never fails to drive me crazy..” The elder snapped faster into Koo, having yet to withdraw his hand from Jungkook’s dick whilst he thrusted into him at an animalistic pace, feeling the head of his cock prod at his husband’s abused prostate. “You’re so warm, too.. the warmest I’ve felt in a really long fuckin’ time. Fuck.. so soft. You make me feel so good.” Still jerking Koo off, Tae’s mouth wrapped around one of the boy’s nipples, swirling his wet tongue around the bud before lightly nibbling on it. He quickly flicked the awakened nip with his tongue, humming into the skin.

"Fuck yes, oh my good, Taehyung..." Jungkook's whiny moans turned into sobs, his abs flexing as they tightened in rapture, the pool of heat quickly ramping up in his lower abdomen. The continous prodding of his sensitive prostate drove him mad. "I'm gonna c-cum, I'm clo-ose, ahhn..." His eyes were filled with desperation, sparkling with the layer of tears and admiration swirling within them. He was completely transfixed on his husband, absolutely whipped for the attention his body is given in so many various ways at the moment. Taehyung's cock, his mouth, his hand. It was overwhelming as hell. Jungkook could easily feel his own cock drool with precum, his thick length swelling to full hardness as if it was about to explode at any moment. All he needed was just-- one. small. push.

Taehyung’s release was also knocking at his door, begging to be spread across Jungkook’s fleshy insides as every thrust of his cock dragged Tae’s energy down bit by bit. “G-gonna cum inside, so close..” Eager to make Koo break down along with him, Taehyung’s grip on his husband’s dick tightened, feeling the stickiness of the younger’s precum cover his fidgeting fingers; easing the slide of his sore hand. “I love you, I love you— a-ahh.. fuuck I-I’m cumming so much.” Spurts of warm white shot into Jungkook, dribbling out of the latter’s entrance as it was too much to hold in despite his cock staying still in its place.

“Wow.. so, does this officially make us husbands now?” The elder’s voice was raspy as he teased, breath hitching once he pulled out of Jungkook to lay on his back, chest heaving whilst he blankly stared at the ceiling. It felt different, yet not different at all.

Jungkook's clammy chest heaved up and down and placed one hand on top of his skin, mindlessly rubbing at his peck as he chuckled. The aftermath of his own orgasm still pulsated in his softening length, the pool of his release warm on his lower stomach. "Yeah, it does." Kook's voice was just as hoarse. He turned his face towards his husband with a small, toothy grin on his face. They were both exhausted, definitely sobered up, and.. sticky, to say the least. But, content nonetheless. Jungkook couldn't have imagined a better way to spend their first wedding night together.

"Hey." His voice lowered, eyes heavy on the elder as he scuffed closer, pressing a soft kiss on Tae's arm.

"I love you. Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mr. Jeon."

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate. Co-writer is my lovely @velvetwicebang​ <3

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The Contradiction of the Century [M]

Pairing Dancer!Hoseok x Dancer!Reader

Summary Hobi’s duality is unparalleled, and nowhere does it come out more than in the bedroom. Needless to say, he leaves you sore as much as practice does.

Genre Smut, fluff, crack, dancer!au, gratuitous porn and that’s it

Warnings Unprotected sex, oral (female), face riding, dom!Hobi, edging/orgasm denial, mirrors, dirty talk, lots of begging and (non-serious, sexually frustrated) threatening, everything’s consensual & they’re in love

Word Count 5.2k

Cross-posted to AO3

“Yo, we should have a dance battle!”

You lift your tired head to find your best friend grinning as she hooks up her phone to the sound system. Upbeat music fills the studio, and she rounds on the small crowd, bouncing lightly on her feet.

“Eh?” She prompts, wiggling her eyebrows. “Guys versus girls, losers treat winners to, I don’t know, food?”

A murmur of interest runs through your teammates as they clamber to their feet. You, however, groan and arch your back, cringing when your spine cracks. A familiar chuckle filters down, and you crane your neck, rolling your eyes at Hoseok's cheeky grin.

“Shut up, Hobi,” you mutter, but allow him to pull you to your feet.

His suggestive wink does not go unnoticed as you massage circles into your lower back, still sore from the way he contorted your body in half and buried his head between your thighs barely 8 hours ago. You shudder at the memory, but before he can comment, Jimin has him in an iron grip, dragging him across the room and letting out some sort of high pitched whine about needing to win because he is just shy of broke.

In a matter of moments, the studio is echoing with a chorus of cheers and taunts as Jungkook moves to the center, driving your pain from your mind. You can’t help but grin fondly at the collective enthusiasm. Leave it to your friends to get way too hyped over the prospect of free food.

You wait until most of the girls have danced their part before stepping out. As if on cue, the group falls back slightly, leaving you and Hoseok to face each other in the middle of the studio.

“Finish it off, lovebirds,” Jimin sings, and your lips tug upwards in a smirk directed at your boyfriend.

“Ready to lose, baby?” You taunt, starting to move as the music transitions.

With a grin, he shoves his hands in his pockets and tips his head back. “Do your worst.”

Keeping your eyes level, you run a hand suggestively through your hair and lick your lips. Instantly, all signs of his normal, bright playfulness disappear, replaced by a steady, calculating gaze that follows your movements with a searing intensity. You are known for your intricate footwork, and you temporarily lose yourself in your movements, barely registering the high pitched cheers as your feet fall in sync with the beat.

A moment later, however, you catch sight of Hoseok and smirk. He has a slightly glazed expression on his face as he watches your feet move, looking up with a heated stare only when you begin to move towards him. You wet your lip again as you push into his personal space, dancing around him until you are pressed into his back, and lean up so your breath ghosts over his neck.

You wrap your arms around him and feel him up, your hands finding their way to the waistband of his sweats. Dipping your fingers below the elastic, you snap it against his hips, and a loud “ohhh” rips through the room. He tenses under your touch, making you grin into the back of his shoulder before slinking back around.

You drop and spin your body low to the floor, locking your gaze with his smoldering eyes. As you travel up his front, your fingertips brush over his thighs and taught stomach until they tap a rhythm against his chest. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his.

“Your turn,” you breathe, then you are giving him a rough push and sauntering backwards.

If he is affected, he does an impeccable job of hiding it, because all you get is a twitch of his jaw and the faintest quirk of his eyebrow as you slide smoothly across the floor amidst a chorus of whoops and whistles. When you slow to a stop, you feel your best friend hissing in your ear.

“Damn, girl, he looks like he wants to eat you alive.”

You catch your tongue between your teeth with a grin, but your face quickly turns pensive when you see the darkness in Hoseok’s gaze. As he starts to move, you catch the glint in his eye, and your stomach flips. He only gets that glint when he’s dancing…

Or fucking you senseless.

A shiver runs up your spine. You can’t tear your eyes away even if you wanted to, his stare commanding your attention. And as he twists his body to the beat, you are transfixed.

Sure, you are a good dancer–hell, you all are great dancers–but Hoseok exists on a whole other level of the dancing stratosphere, miles above you. The way his limbs seem to go boneless, feet almost floating above the floor, body conforming seamlessly to the music, divides the room into ecstatic cheers of excitement and groans of defeat.

“Fuck yeah, J-Hope!”

“Goddammit, we should’ve left him out of this.”

“Hell yeah, that’s my boy!”

“We lost.”

Suddenly, the song morphs into something slower and more sensual, and every few beats Hoseok inches closer, keeping his gaze fixed on you. You narrow your eyes, widening your stance and straightening your posture to brace yourself. But then he drops and closes the distance, sliding on his knees until his face is centimeters from the apex of your thighs. A cry rises from the small audience, and you can feel his breath through the thin fabric of your shorts. Your head goes light as you blink down at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in a silent “what the fuck are you doing?”

He just smirks and runs his hands up the back of your thighs, groping your butt and nuzzling into the juncture of your hip.

Through the roar in your ears you can hear your girlfriends squeal behind you, but before you can react, Hoseok is standing and pressing his weight into your back, hands digging into your hips. He pulls your bodies flush and grinds his hips to the beat, moving one hand to wrap around your jaw. Forcing your head against his shoulder, he licks at the shell of your ear, and blood rushes to your face as you squeeze your eyes shut, clutching his wrist.

“Hoseok,” you whisper, voice laced with warning, and he hums in your ear.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, hips still moving against yours.

“Did you forget we have an audience?” You hiss, refusing to look anywhere but at a fixed spot on the ceiling.

His chuckle vibrates against your shoulder blades before he spins you around just as the music fades, his hand firmly pressed on the small of your back.

“Of course not.”

His dark eyes sear into yours, a devilish smirk playing across his lips, and if you weren’t so flustered, you would smack him.

“Oh yeah, we definitely lost,” you hear your best friend breathe, as you clutch Hoseok’s biceps, heart hammering in your chest.

Almost immediately the glint in his eye disappears, and his face melts into that wide trademark smile, eyes crinkling as he loosens his hold on you.

“Looks like we got a free meal, boys,” he calls, prompting a rather insulting cacophony of joyous shouts in response. Leaning down, he catches your lips in a quick kiss, grinning cheekily at your red face.

“I love you.”

“Holy shit, you two, get a room,” Jungkook grunts in annoyance as he passes. You hide your flush with a scoff, pushing away from Hoseok.

He laughs, turning to follow Jungkook, and you hang back for a moment to cool your cheeks on the backs of your hands. Feeling a presence by your side, you turn to find your best friend holding out your bag with a knowing grin.

“What?” You groan, grabbing your belongings and falling into step with her as you walk out of the studio.

“Nothing,” she says simply, earning herself a bruising punch on the arm.

30 minutes later, you are sitting next to Hoseok in a ramen shop amidst the buzz of your friends when you feel his hand drop heavily to your thigh. Dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, his fingers massage your flesh firmly, and you bite your lip, stealing a glance at his bright expression. The contrast makes you shiver.

And when his lips pressed against your ear, you nearly gasp aloud.

“Cancel practice tomorrow. You won’t be able to get out of bed.”

.

.

You barely pass over the threshold and discard your bag and shoes before Hoseok slings you over his shoulder, kicking the door to your shared apartment shut with a frame-rattling bang. You yelp in surprise and clutch at the back of his shirt as he carries you straight into the bedroom, depositing you unceremoniously on the bed. You bounce on the mattress, sitting up and brushing your hair out of your face. He towers over you with his arms crossed, the glint back in his eye and a dark smirk plastered on his face.

“Now that I have the chance to ask,” he begins, eyeing you down, “what the hell was that?”

You let out a loud scoff and cross your arms and legs, half-mirroring his stance. “I don’t think you have the right to ask that question,” you shoot back.

He shrugs. “I was just returning the favor.”

“By dry humping me in front of all of our friends?” You ask through an incredulous laugh.

“I was just dancing.”

“Oh please.” You roll your eyes and lean back on your hands. “That’s your favorite way to fuck me.”

Hoseok throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Maybe…” He drops his arms and steps forward, running his hands over your thighs. “But they don’t know that.”

You roll your eyes again, even as your core twitches involuntarily at his touch. “I’m sure they do now,” you grumble under your breath.

He chuckles, gently uncrossing your legs and leaning down so his lips graze yours. “Good,” he mutters before crashing forward and pushing you into the mattress.

You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, making you sigh and briefly debate whether or not to challenge him. A quick test of the waters and a sharp nip to your lip later, you let out a soft whimper, lowering your guard and allowing him to take complete control.

His mouth trails across your jaw and down to your neck, taking your skin between his teeth. A moan slips out when his hand dips beneath your shirt, cool fingers sending shivers down your spine. Pushing the fabric over your ribs, he dives down and leaves open mouthed kisses across your stomach, dipping his tongue into your navel before dragging it up the center of your torso. Pulling back, he yanks his shirt off, and you gaze up at him with hooded eyes, biting your lip as you raked them over his lean form.

Smirking, he reaches out and nearly rips your shirt off your body before making quick work of your sports bra, swearing only slightly when the tight fabric catches around your arms.

“Smooth,” you comment with an airy laugh as he tosses it to the side.

“Fucking hate those,” he growls, descending on your lips once again to suck the air out of your lungs.

His hand trails over your skin, and you whimper when he runs a fingertip softly over your nipple, breaking away from him with a moan. Endless nights of exploration have enlightened him to the ways your body responds to his touch, and by far his favorite is the way you completely lose control at the lightest and most gentle caresses to your chest.

“Hobi,” you sigh, feeling the heat pool between your legs as he rolls your nipple slowly between his thumb and forefinger.

He hums and kisses his way down your sternum, peppering the flesh of your breasts with flicks of his tongue and soft nips of his teeth. Your back arches when he closes his mouth over a sensitive bud, tongue moving in mind numbing circles, his hand never leaving your other breast.

Desire burns in your core, and you rub your legs together, hissing as your shorts tug against your arousal. You let out a needy moan and give his shoulder a light push, trying to get the message across.

His chuckle against your chest makes you bite your lip. “Alright, alright,” he chides, pressing a soft kiss to each of your nipples before locking eyes with you and dragging his tongue down your body to the hem of your shorts.

Your breath hitches as he runs his fingers over the ticklish space just below your stomach. Eyelids fluttering, you watch him grip your shorts and tug them, along with your underwear, off your hips.

Staring between your legs, he bites his lip and runs a finger between your soaked folds, making you whimper.

“Damn, babygirl,” he mutters, licking your slick off his digit. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You kick him in the arm none-too-lightly with the side of your foot, and he grins as he dives in, dragging his tongue up the length of your slit. He swallows down your arousal and gives your clit a harsh suck before pulling back in time to watch you let out a moan that twists your face in a way that makes his dick twitch noticeably in his sweats.

Licking his lips, he gazes down at you, holding you steady under the heat of his eyes. Then something registers in his face, and he suddenly pulls you up and off the bed. You shoot him a curious look as he takes your place with his head towards the foot of the bed.

“C’mere,” he says, motioning at you lazily with two fingers.

You comply and allow him to manhandle your legs until you are straddling his stomach. His hands run up your thighs, thumbs massaging circles into the junctures of your hips, before one hand grazes over your stomach, up to your chest, then back down. You yelp when he presses into your clit without warning, rubbing slow circles that have you rocking your hips against his abs as you brace yourself on his chest in a way that pushes your breasts together obscenely.

“Damn, what a view,” he remarks, and you can’t hide your flush at his downright predatory grin. With a slight cock of his head, his smile grows wider. “Look up, babygirl.”

You gasp audibly when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror that stretches the length of the bedroom wall, hair mussed, cheeks pink, and eyes hazy with need. He chuckles at your reaction and nudges you up his body until you are hovering over his face. With a touch of uncertainty, you glance down at him, but he just strokes your thigh soothingly.

“Don’t look so stressed. I got it.”

“But Hobi–“

“Just keep yourself up,” he cuts in, a slight edge to his voice.

You swallow and nod, resting your hands backwards on your waist as he shifts your thighs further apart until his nose is touching just above your slit. His breath on your wetness makes you shudder, and you aren’t prepared for the way he darts his tongue into your entrance, gathering your arousal before swiping his way up to your clit and circling it with your juices.

Your stomach clenches and you almost fall forward off the edge of the bed. You have to fight to stay upright as he repeats his actions twice more, leaving you a moaning mess above him.

“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,” he groans, moving his hands to your ass and massaging the flesh.

You whimper, hands dropping to curl in his hair. His tongue slips over your lips and he nibbles on the flesh, making you keen. It’s almost painful the way he flicks between your folds, dipping into your entrance and kissing everywhere except where you need him. When his fingers come up to spread you so he can drag his tongue flat over your core only to stop just short of your clit, you cry out.

“Fu-uck, please,” you pant, legs shaking furiously, and you desperately want something in front of you to hold yourself up. “Hobi–“ your breath catches your throat when he slips a finger inside you, curling it at just the right angle to have you dropping down an inch.

Almost immediately he removes his hand and stares up at you with raised eyebrows. You protest at the loss of contact, but he merely pinches the back of your thigh firmly. “You better not suffocate me if you wanna come.”

You look down at him, forcing away your frustration, and nod, catching your lip between your teeth as you shift back up. Fighting away the burn in your legs, you fix your gaze on the apex of your thighs in the mirror. With a hum of approval, he pushes two fingers into your folds, and you let out a cry, flexing your stomach as you force yourself to stay upright.

He pumps his fingers at a rapid pace, drawing your clit into his mouth and sucking relentlessly. Moans fall freely from your lips as the coil of heat deep in your core grows to an unbearable ache.

“Hobi, fuck, I’m gonna–“

But just as you prepare to ride out the waves of your release, he drops his hand, and you tumble backwards down the mountain of pleasure. You gasp in frustration, looking down at him helplessly.

“Why,” you whimper, barely refraining from smacking his head and pulling some of his hair out.

He tilts his head to look at you, fingers tracing your thigh and dragging your wetness over your skin. Without responding, he holds your weakening gaze and presses kiss after kiss to your clit, making you pant through short shocks of pleasure. Core clenching around nothing, you run a quivering hand through your dampening hair as your heart pounds and your thighs scream.

“H-Hobi,” you say, voice audibly shaking.

“Yes, babygirl?” You can feel his breath, hot against your inner thigh.

“I n-need to hold o-onto something,” you breathe, the burn in your legs bordering on nauseating.

“You need it?” He inquires, and you let out a whimper of affirmation. “And I need a new sound system for the studio, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

His retort has you whining in protest, but you are cut off by his tongue once again licking into your folds, and your mind flatlines as you fight against the cry of your muscles. His tongue draws figure eights along your entrance, and you can’t help but rock your hips across his face, whimpering every time his nose brushes near your clit.

“Fuck,” you moan, long and drawn out, when he moves north and abuses your nub with quick flicks, pace increasing and decreasing randomly. The pace of your hips quickens, and you bury your hands in his hair, eyes fixed almost unseeingly on your reflection.

He grunts into your folds, and the vibrations sending your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds for a second time. Tightening your grip on his locks, your moans grow louder and more earnest as you chase your high, rutting your core onto his tongue.

But just as you begin to tip, he draws back, and this time you crash down from your almost-climax, slumping forward until you are precariously supporting yourself on the edge of the bed with a shameless whine.

“Hobi!” You wail, shudders wracking your body.

“I’m here,” he shoots back, almost mockingly, but you are too far gone and desperate to attack him with any of the hefty handful of comebacks you have stored away in that special compartment of your brain.

“Look at yourself,” he mutters against your skin, and you force your eyes back on your reflection, taking in how your stomach clenches and your thighs shake around his head. Your eyes look completely gone, and the image makes you dizzy. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this, do you really think I’m just gonna let you come?”

You can only whimper, eyes squeezing shut. “Please, Hobi, please,” you beg, trying to push yourself into his face.

A harsh smack bounces off the walls as his palm comes into contact with your ass, making you cry out loudly. “Nuh-uh,” he growls, gripping your flesh, “Stay. Up.”

Gathering yourself, you try to steady your breathing. “Hobi…”

“Hm?” His tongue licks a stripe over one of your outer lips, and your head spins.

“Hobi, I s-swear to god, I really will suffocate you i-if you don’t let me h-hold onto something.”

You feel his huff of silent laughter against your clit. “Are you threatening me?”

“I’m warning you–“ you break off with a cry as he latches onto the sensitive nub and sends stars across your vision.

Your thighs begin to give out as you grind your hips into his tongue, one hand tangling in your hair, the other grasping at your breasts, desperate to hold onto something, anything. As his tongue continues its onslaught, your stomach tightens. Your breath catches in your throat as you lose control, letting your full weight fall on his face as you chase your high.

Another sharp slap lands against your hip, ripping you from your haze as the pressure disappears, and you sob as the pleasure ebbs to a dull throb, core clenching violently. You quickly shift to the side when he gives you another smack, revealing his highly unamused expression boring into you as he catches his breath.

Equally winded, you fall against the sheets with a broken moan, legs screaming in painful relief. “I warned you.”

In a split second, his sweats and briefs are on the floor. You whimper as he yanks you back onto quivering knees and spins you to face the mirror, forcing your chin up so you can see him hovering behind you. His tongue runs up the side of your neck until he is sucking at the spot behind your ear, making you keen. Taking your lobe into his mouth, he rolls the flesh between his teeth.

“You really want to come that bad?” His grip on your hip tightens.

“Please,” you moan out, fingers bent around his forearm, thighs shaking. There is no way you will be able to keep yourself upright.

He chuckles into your ear, smoothing his palm over your quivering thighs. “I got you,” he whispers before hooking his arm firmly around your waist, supporting you.

Dropping his hand from your chin, he reaches down to dip into your entrance, feeling your wetness between his fingers. He lets out a groan, and you are suddenly aware of his hardened cock pressing into your ass. Normally, you would have given your hips an experimental wiggle, but the cloud in your mind is heavy, and your limbs are too strung out to do anything but submit. Instead, you let your head fall forward, panting as he drags his finger between your folds, circling your clit lightly.

But then his hand is gone, and you cry out. “Fuck. You. Hoseok,” you sob, flinging your head back and digging it into his shoulder, doing your best to glare at his reflection.

“That’s more like it,” he hums, before latching onto your neck and sucking a hickey into the soft skin. His hand dives back down, barely grazing your clit before plunging two fingers into your wetness.

You clench around the digits, moaning when he curls them into your walls. The arm around your waist shifts, and you feel pressure on your nipple as he rolls the bud gently between his fingertips the way you liked it, the way that has your breath leaving you in needy whimpers. The sensation is intense, but it is not enough, and you whine.

“Hm? What is it? What do you want?” His voice is low, taunting.

You can’t formulate a response, eyes rolling back as he removes his fingers to rub tight circles over your clit. A loud moan fills the room as you buck your hips into his hand.

“You want my cock, babygirl?” He breathes, nuzzling into your ear. “Want me to finally fuck you?”

You nod violently against his shoulder, digging your nails into his arm.

“Please.”

With a growl, he grips your hips and guides you down onto his cock in one swift motion, groaning into your ear when his hips meet your ass. The sound you let out is a mixture of satisfaction and discomfort as he stretches you, and you clench around him, making him hiss.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, and you can feel him swallow as he nuzzles into your neck.

“Hobi…” Your voice is ragged, and you meet his eyes in the mirror so he can see the unfiltered need in your own, mustering just enough coherency to push your hips back against his.

He draws back in response before snapping forward roughly, and you let out a long, drawn out moan as he starts a relentless pace. The arm around your waist tightens so he can bounce you on his cock, while his other hand roams your body, slipping over your curves.

“Shit, Hobi,” you gasp and reach up to thread your fingers in his hair, eliciting a pleasured groan from his lips as they find purchase on your shoulder.

Your eyes glaze over as you watch the scene in the mirror, barely recognizing the flushed and completely fucked out person staring back at you. Hair plastered to your forehead, crimson marks painting your neck and shoulders, body trembling from the force of Hoseok’s thrusts, you can only gaze at the image and whimper loudly, eyes inevitably falling shut.

For what feels like the millionth time, the pleasure begins to peak, and your voice cracks with the telltale sign that you are close, his grunts in your ear spurring you on.

“You close?” He growls.

“Yes,” you choke out, tightening your grip in his hair. But then his hips slow a fraction, and your eyes snap open. “No, fuck, god, please, don’t stop, I’m going to kill you,” you sob, voice broken and slurred, your entire body vibrating with the need to find your release.

Grunting, he suddenly pushes you forward until your ear is against the mattress. With your ass in the air, he resumes his punishing pace, his hand traveling up your back to find purchase in your hair and press your head further into the sheets.

The fabric muffles your cries as the new angle allows him to hit the sensitive spot within you, each thrust leaving you breathless and begging as your nails dig into your palms.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as your cheek ruts against the mattress.

Hoseok growls above you, landing a sharp, but not painful, slap on your ass. “Words, babygirl,” he pants, voice low and gravelly.

You can barely form a coherent thought, but you manage to force the words out of your ruined lips. “Please,” you breathe, “please make me come.”

“Good girl.”

You barely registered the pleased smirk on his face in the mirror before his hand is snaking around you and locating your clit.

It is barely ten seconds before you are crashing headlong into your orgasm, convulsing around his cock with a broken moan. The pleasure blinds you, flooding your limbs, and you clutch at the sheet, knuckles white and legs shaking violently. He continues to thrust into you as your body goes limp, chasing his own high, and you sob at the stimulation, prompting him to pull out and finish himself on your back with a strangled groan. You whimper as his release hits your skin, a shiver running up your spine.

Stars dance behind your closed lids as you try to catch your breath, too spent to even pull your legs out from under yourself, though they scream at you. But you feel a palm run soothingly over the side of your thigh, and you let Hoseok stretch you out until you are flat on your stomach, relief surging through your muscles.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and you feel his lips press into to the back of your thigh before his weight lifts off the bed.

You are slowly slipping into unconsciousness when a damp cloth runs over your back. Opening your eyes, you see Hoseok toss the cloth into the hamper before returning to help you roll onto your back. He fixes you with a smile and falls with a thud next to you, shifting so he can hover and press several kisses to your lips. You sigh, wanting to reach up and touch his face, but your arms refuse to cooperate.

“You ok?” He inquires, cradling you against him, trailing a hand up and down your limp arm.

You exhale heavily, eyes flitting shut. “I can’t move.”

He smirks against your shoulder. “I’m sorry…I warned you,” he murmurs, and you roll your eyes behind closed lids.

“Shut up,” you retort, mind slowly starting to clear. Opening your eyes, you come face to face with his huge, cheeky grin, and you can’t fight the weak “fuck you” that leaves your lips. But that just makes his smile grow, and he captures your lips once more before moving to locate his briefs.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, pulling the fabric up his honeyed thighs, and even though you are completely spent, the image still sends a jolt between your legs.

“Not gonna lie, Hobi, I’m not much of anything right now,” you reply in complete deadpan, and he laughs loudly.

“Well, I’m hungry. Do you want me to stay with you?” His question comes with a serious crinkle of his forehead, and you manage to shake your head.

“No, do what you want,” you mutter, closing your eyes once again. You really just want to sleep, even if you knock out completely exposed on top of the comforter.

“Ok.” Hoseok chuckles. “Find me when you can move again?”

You hum, peeking at him through your heavy lids.

His smile paints his face once again, and he pulls his sweats on before bending to cradle your face between his palms, pressing gentle kisses across your face until he reaches your lips, lingering there for a long moment.

“I love you,” he whispers against your mouth, and your own smile tugs at your eyes.

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, and you swear he radiates sunshine as he pecks your forehead and prances out of the room.

A split second later, you hear him belting out a terrible rendition of something you’re sure is a Top 40s track you didn’t recognize as he shuffles around the kitchen.

Letting his chirping voice wash over your lead-like body, you stare up at the ceiling with a weak incredulity, forever unable to process how the man-child outside the room is the same man who can leave you wrecked and unable to move on your own bed.

It is truly the contradiction of the century.

© uhgood-dooghu/moodievitamine, written May 2020. Please do not copy, repost, or translate!

[bakugous-bbygirl]

Okay I liked your how BAKUSQUAD would react to singing ddlg okay but how would they react to singing PJ or 3 musketeers all by ppcocaine maybe including hawks and Dabi

~How Bakusquad reacts to you singing 3 Musketeers + Dabi and Hawks~

Ooooo I like this. Also thank you for the ask! I chose 3 musketeers because it had a little more wiggle room with all 7 of them. Although PJ is a equally good song I would be willing to this for PJ but maybe with less characters for my sanity

A bit of background to make this easy: this song has hella bi vibes so if your not into that it’s not a big deal it might just be mentioned once or twice depending on the lyrics

Also slightly 18+ again. Her songs get dirty. Swearing and mentions of weed smoking

Mina

(Sp—, Sp—, Spain, what you doing?)

Hey Daddy Kaine! (Listen up)

I got bitches (You got bitches?)

Haha, ayy, ayy

Tell lil' shorty come here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Trap bunnie bubbles!

Again Mina is the queen of knowing ppcoacaine.

All you had to say is you have bitches and it’s over with

She pops her head from the kitchen asking if you got bitches

She knows your not serious because your relationship is like, the best.

But it’s still fun to sing

Totally killed the rest of the song together she’s the best hype woman for you

Hawks

Bitch, I still get texts from my ex

You thinkin' that she yours but she movin' to the next (The next)

No bitch can compare, they all think I'm the best (Fuckin' right)

Real witch bitch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo)

Bitch, I got big stack, big flex (Big flex)

Baby call my phone, tryna blow her tax check

Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex (Oh)

But don't be mad when you going through my texts

Fair to say he was slightly caught off guard on how confidently your saying this stuff right next to your boyfriend

At first he thought you seriously got textes from your ex with made the poor bird a little insecure

Once you explain it’s just the lyrics and that you blocked your ex before you guys started dating he’s okay

Handles it pretty calmly and just wants to know the song

You even did little dancing motions like you are really feeling yourself to this song. Damn it’s kinda hot

He doesn’t listen to it as hard as you clearly do but enough to know when it’s gonna happen again

Like a 7/10 hype man and does the background work for you to keep your energy up

Still slightly worried about the ex and sometimes goes through your texts just to make sure

Kirishima

Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Ayy, ayy (Musketeers), tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear (Always hear it)

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Loves the fact your so confident

I mean yeah the song is a little vulgar for you being such a bottom for him

Really curious how you look topping a girl

Wouldn’t mention it but just know he’s thinking it

Would ask how you came across the song in the first place since it’s not what he assumed you listened to while working out with him

You explain your hype playlist is a journey for another day

Overall though: much calm 9/10 because of the one impure thought but again you don’t know that

However next time you are away he’s so thinking about it while getting himself off

You probably look really hot going down on another girl

...okay now he’s questioning if you’d be okay with a threesome. It’s not cheating if everyone is cool right?

Right?

Dabi

Bitch, shake that ass or kick rocks (Kick rocks)

Fuck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box

Saw her on her Tinder, said she like long walks (Oh the beach)

Runnin' with my phone but bitch who got these locks?

Dumb ho, who bought this motherfuckin' phone?

Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan

Try to find another bitch, get hit in the dome

Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne

Man he was smirking his cocky ass off.

You flipping your hair (wether it be long or short I flip my short hair all the time.)

Grinding all in his lap durning the sexual parts

Tapping his temple half way joking and half way threatening him for real about him finding another girl

Also referring to yourself as queen and his crotch as your throne

He just holds your hips and makes you grind again whispering dirty shit in your ear

Oh he took it the most seriously because he knows you’ve had past relationships

This one is just the best.

For sure ended with you “sitting on your throne” you know, just while moving your hips and bouncing

And the next time you go into your playlist you happen to notice that almost all of your songs are gone minus all the ppcocaine songs you have

Cheeky burnt man but two can play at that game

Sero

Hey, gang, NextYoungin

It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch (Ayy)

Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit

Shorty talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit

Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the shit

Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick (Baow)

All yo' shit fake but there's Gucci on my fit

She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (Nah)

Okay you two were just smoking weed and you actually were on the verge of falling asleep

Until you heard this part about to play

You had sat up and starting getting all silly

You didn’t face him while doing it but he could tell you had your eyes closed since you were still a little sleepy

About half way though you had laid back down in his lap admiting you didn’t know the rest and giggling

You guys still finished smoking just he didn’t take it seriously at all since you were high and it was a song

Still wants to hear you do it while your sober just doesn’t take it seriously in the moment

He’s a good and trusting boyfriend and he knows you don’t mean anything behind it

Bakugou

Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick

Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (Yup)

Bitch is high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean

Don't try to kiss me, ho, you need some Listerine

Drown in this money, all you see on me is green

I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean

Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend

Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean

No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team

He’s the king of passing hoes off to his team

Denki was always lonely so it worked for him

When it came to you he didn’t take you as someone who rapped at all or talked about passing hoes off

Just got all grumpy and held you from behind mumbling something about not passing him off

He knows good and well you couldn’t give him up your totally in love he just wants to make sure you know it’s not a choice

He asked why you even like the song if none of it applied to you for real and that earned him a nice bonk to the head

You don’t have to always relate if you just wanna vibe and rap

Mostly just curious how you got into such intense music he liked it deep down inside but no way he’s letting you know that.

Denki

Oh

You got bitches, Nya?

Hell yeah

How many?

Hmm.. three musketeers

Ha! (Da—, da—, damn, what you doing?)

Daddy Kaine and Cocaine

Yeah, Daddy Kaine and Cocaine, huh

He so learned from his mistake last time

Would you call it a mistake? He wouldn’t. But he still made sure to put his game down for you.

He was mostly listening to you the whole time to make sure you wouldn’t climb on top of him and demolish his high score

But since you stayed in your seat he relaxed a bit

He still put his arm around you after losing at his game and gave you a firm make out session making sure if you did have bitches he was the best

Wait no he’s not a bitch

But your not his he wouldn’t call you a bitch?

Let alone his bitch.

Poor baby worked his brain to hard and got totally distracted while kissing you

Zoned out until you bit his lip

He was fine afterwards just got a little Too caught up

Haha thank you guys for reading! Please send in requests anytime this was a lot of fun for me!

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Is it just me or... was vld.... like, addictive? I consume tons of anime, comics, books, series, movies etc ANYTHING and the last time i felt is was when i was around 14-5 yo with naturo 🤨 2-3(?) years later im still....... holy fuck dare i say UPSET and EMPTY about vld. Is it just me???

Hi, anon, thanks for the note! I’d never interacted with Voltron franchise prior to VLD, but this show really pulled me in too. I had some favorite episodes I would rewatch when I could, and even after all this time, I’m still here writing fanfic for the VLD universe and exploring older Voltron iterations!

I doubt I have an objective perspective to explain “why” VLD was addictive, but I have some personal assumptions:

I think the ATLA-type animation and visual direction was probably the best the franchise has enjoyed so far, and that it represents above-average quality for American-based cartoons. From what I’ve gathered of older iterations, Voltron’s visual quality has been questionable for many years. So it seems like having ATLA-levels of animation and visual design really opened up this old franchise and drew in a much larger fandom per its stronger attention to aesthetics—which ultimately feeds the fanart and fanfic machine. The fact that VLD also injected some visible representation helped to draw in larger crowds. So I really think there’s something important about the visual quality and diversity in cartoons that helps to pull us in and connect with them.

It was a very accessible show in that it was rated Y7 and available to stream, and also was 78 episodes released over the course of a few years. So from 2016-2018, a large potential audience (from young to old) experienced fairly rapid injections of fully animated content to binge. 

Between those rapid binge injections, we also had members of the production team creating content and feeding fandom with art, teases, tweets, conventions. VLD also had books and comics published. This created even more of a consistent hype for the show and fed the larger circuit of fandom interactions, theories, other posts, etc. And there’s definitely an addictive, dopamine kick in finding like-minded fans to enjoy a community with.

I think the voice actors significantly enhanced the accessibility of the characters, making memorable characters even more memorable and lovable too. 

The sheer expanse of the VLD universe and character cast offered different possibilities and focuses. Voltron franchise isn’t as much of a fandom content generator like Marvel, for example, but VLD universe definitely hit a sweet spot that brought a lot of people together for different reasons, in a pretty short amount of time. We can explore quite a few things in Voltron universe because of just how big it is! Not every franchise has such a breadth of topics and content.

So maybe some of these elements could be things to look for when searching for a new show or story to get lost in? And the VLD show itself, with its mix of space and magic and several possible outcomes, on top of its humor and angst, had a lot of potential. I think the potential of VLD haunts and feeds the fandom, even to this today. Maybe its unrealized potential is why many feel there is a lack of closure too with this show. I know I lean heavily on writing fic to get to ideas or concepts that provide closure for me personally.

With the way the show ended back in 2018, VLD fandom experienced a mass exodus. So it’s possible that it’s not just the show that has left us feeling a bit empty, but simply the realization that the fandom environment changed pretty drastically pretty quickly too.  

The good news is that Voltron is a legacy franchise! Many fans remain still, and it’s likely that we’ll see Voltron rise again in some shape or form in the future. Over the course of decades, the Voltron franchise has never truly died. 

It’s possible too that maybe a new franchise might still catch your attention in a way you never expect! While VLD is over, I do think it’s good to keep having some optimism for the future—that something will enamor you just as Naruto and VLD did, or that you might at least find peace with your relation to VLD.

Also, there’s nothing wrong with continuing to favor something from the past over something running in the present. I’m still a big Transformers fan even though I’m not active in the fandom for it and have had some disappointments with the franchise. I often rewatch older Transformer shows over quite a few shows running today, lol. That’s the nice thing about fictional content. It lives and stays with you for as long as you want it to.

And who knows? Maybe you’ll even come up with the idea for the next great, addicting franchise!

[kinglarrykoopadx]

Top 10 games i wanted to get

This is a personal list of games I want to get but I just can’t. Ranging from “maybe someday” to “get as fast as possible”. I’m gonna input some rules to my list to make it more fair. First off, I’m counting the games from the 8th to 9th console generation only, cause I ain’t wasting my money to buy an old console for like, what, one game? Second, no mobile games, because most of the time, they’re free even in the pre registration state. Yeah, there are some paid games but they’re pretty scarce. Speaking of pre registration, third, no pre orders, so I don’t have to regret wasting my money when I eventually get the damn game. That being said, pre orders of ports of games from older console generations will definitely count, so long as I’ve already played them or were interested by them.

10. Bug Fables

Bug Fables and I have a love-hate-ish relationship. On one hand, I wanna get it to see what of the old Paper Marios that got the fans to crazy town. On the other hand, some TTYD related salt lingers in me like how well butter sticks on bread. On the other other hand, I’m cursed with somehow finding more interesting games. Maybe one day I’ll get it, but for now, I’ll give it a pass thank you very much. But hey, I did say I’m considering buying it. Which no, it doesn’t mean I wannna see any “pLaY bUg fAbLeS” comments around, how many times must I tell you lot that shoving a game up my ass is less advertising, more making me resent the damn thing?

9. Crash 4 : It’s About Time

I’mma be honest. After watching some Caddicarus and AntDude, I’m willing to give the marsupial a chance. I did play the mobile game and it was fun but it’s a mobile game so it didn’t count. I am considering getting Crash 4, but I’m on the verge of rethinking if this was a good idea. From what I heard, this is a short ass game, and I’m not selling my soul to the completion devil to extend my game time. Bug Fables and Crash 4 are honestly, interchangable as fuck.

8. Crash Bandicoot : N Sane Trilogy + CTR Nitro Fueled

For N Sane Trilogy, it’s so I can know the context of Crash 4′s story and play through it. For Nitro Fueled, I’m getting it for funsies, I mean for fuck’s sake they added in the crates as racers, the only weird thing that can combat it is Piranha Plant in Smash. But the microtransactions make me rethink it, so maybe someday.

7. Pokemon Mystery Dungeon DX

Now we’re getting to the games where I have some interest in getting. Here we have the remake of Mystery Dungeon Red/Blue from the GBA/DS which I adored dearly. I was a fan of the Mystery Dungeon series by watching people play them, and playing some myself. I’ve played Gates To Infinity and never finished it (The farthest I could go was in the Holehills), I played Super but also with Gates To Infinity I never finished it (I think last I checked I made it to Entei) and now, I’m kinda planning to get it. Why is it this low? Key word “kinda”. Overtime, my interests for this game kinda fizzled out because it was a case of Bug Fables. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to try it, problem is that in time, my interest sparked into other games, which we’ll see later on.

6. Yo Kai Watch 3

In case you never got the memo, I’m a huge, HUGE fan of Yo kai Watch. If it weren’t for this franchise, I’d probably be more interested in something like studying and see gaming as irrelevant. The 1st game was kinda weak sauce, the 2nd game is the best in the franchise, and I really wanted to get the 3rd game. From what I’ve seen, it looked fun as hell. Problem is, the stupid virus made it hard to salvage a copy and even then, it’s a really rare 3DS game since the number of copies Level 5 made for this game are scarce as hell. Shame really, it was content packed and everything, but whatever.

5. Bugsnax

Bugsnax for those who never knew, is a game about snacks that are also bugs. After watching a couple playthroughs, I was willing to give it a try. And that’s where problems rise. The problem with Bugsnax is that it’s a PS5/PC exclusive (at the time of writing this top 10) and I’m not buying a PS5 for one damn game, and I normally don’t use my PC for gaming. Maybe one day when Young Horses port this cute game to the Switch I’ll give it a try, but for now, I’ll wait.

4. Mario Golf Super Rush

I know I said no pre orders, but this one’s an exception. I’m actually real hyped for this one, for starters, it’s not tennis for once, fucking woo, and the story mode made it look like it’s a pretty promising game, since people liked the story mode in the GBA games. Yeah, the visuals look lifeless, but do I give a crap? I’m just relieved Nintendo still knows that Mario sports games don’t just consist of tennis. And who knows, maybe the stars may align and we can get a new Mario Strikers or Mario Baseball with Nintendo purchasing Next Level Games and this game coming soon.

3. Bowser’s Fury

This game was one of the most anticipated Mario games for the switch simply because it was the banner for the future of 3D Mario. And from what I’ve seen, it’s pretty good. I mean, for starters, you team up with Bowser Jr so this game is already eyecatching from the start. The game has you collecting the 50 Cat Shines to awaken the Giga Bells and stop Fury Bowser which is a solid premise. Fury Bowser being the main highlight of the game because he’s the game’s blood moon. When he’s out, be ready to be pummeled big time. With rock music playing in the background. It didn’t make it to the top 2 of the “most wanted” games, but it is hella close.

2. Hollow Knight

After seeing people play it and listening to some of its musical scores, I’m willing to give this game a big fat chance. Hollow Knight is some Metroidvania game involving a lone soul in search of the source of ruin of the kingdom of Hallownest which is a solid as hell premise. On the way, you’ll meet some kind NPCs and traverse unknown lands and the DLC added to this game made it more than worth it. Lifeblood which has patches and a new boss namely Hive Knight, Grimm Troupe which from what I’ve heard included the most fun boss in Hollow Knight, Hidden Dreams which included the White Defender and Grey Prince Zote, and Godmaster, which is the game’s True Arena. Needless to say, I’m definitely gonna buy this game when I have the chance.

1. Miitopia Switch

As a fan of the 3DS game, I was hyped as hell when Miitopia was ported over to Switch, and I had every right to be hyped. Those Twitter users don’t know what the hell they’re missing out on. The combat is amazing, the characters are on point, hell, the demo had a lot of replay value. And when you make a freaking demo replayable as hell, that’s a sign of a kickass game. This is the game that can take my $50 with no hesitation. Nintendo, take my money, I’ve got a quest in need of reimagining.

[angelthebedsheet]

Can we please get a scenario where black reader is having a horrible day and she’s walking pass Karasuno volleyball team and Tsukishima say some half slick shit so black reader just turns around and starts beating his ass?

a/n: CHILE I WAS GONNA WAIT TILL THE WEEKEND TO UPdate BUT I SAW THIS AND BABY I HAD TO JUMP ON YHAT SHIT YALL STARTING TO KNOW THAT I LOVE WRITING Y/N WHOOPING A S S

leTs Get IT YALL

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GRRT POW OKAY SOOOOO

now your day was absolute SHIT

your hair wasn’t cooperating and the hairstyle you wanted to try wasnt doing right

so you just did the same slickback bun

then you lost your earrings twice so you had to wear those ones that were your least favorite

it took you five minutes to find your socks

you felt like shit

you couldnt even find your lashes so you went lashless on a FRIDAY

you didnt even walk to school with yachi this morning so she KNEW something was up

you were in a bad mood all day and tsukishima of all people kept poking fun at you which usually didnt bother you

“wow for once you dont look like snuffalufocous”

“tsukishima shut the fuck up”

he’s LIVING for that

usually you can clapback

clapback game STRONG

“you had that hairstyle for the past couple of weeks.”

“swear to god tsukishima stop.”

yamaguchi is already betting your gonna pop off today

“tsukki i think you should stop”

yachi’s praying for him

now time skip

ya day got even worse

tsukishima was MILKING it and you were tired of it

you were FINISHED

you were about to leave when you walked past the gym

“look there’s a mole rat crawling back to the sewer drains.”

you turned your ass back tf around and walked into that gym

now yamaguchi and yachi feel the irritation coming off of you

you threw your bookbag on the ground and you took off your blazer

“on my fucking mama you keep talking SHIT tsukishima but thats alright imma beat ya ass for that then. since you wanna talk like a bitch you can get dragged like one, hoe”

tHEN HERE COMES THE INSTAGAITORSSSSSSS

“OOOHHHHHHH” -tanaka

“GET INTO IT Y/N!!!” noya

sugawara been EXCITED for some drama

AND HIS HOMEGIRL ABOUT TO THROUGH HANDSSSSSS

“yeah okay sure go back to the pound”

the team is INVESTED NOW

kiyoko and asahi went 👀 too

now you just run up on ya boy and WITH THE POWER OF

Z E U S H I M S E L F

you SWANG ON THE NIGGA

GOT HIM IN THE CHEEK

THE SOUND OF THE IMPACT WAS SOLID BABY

“DAMNNNNN” - the whole team

now that bitch caught off guard and stumbling

and he LIVID

i hc that if tsukki can talk allat shit his hands can also make up for it

i know his brother was play fighting with him too when they were younger

“put em up bitch”

“alright lets fucking go then”

now yall SCRAPING

nun of the playing shit

yall getting solid hits on each other

aint nobody stepping in

yall hitting like mf BOXERS up in that bitch

you even got him in the bleachers

you KNOW damn WELL someone’s recording aka tanaka

nishinoya is HYPING YOU UP bc i KNOW he been WANTING to swing on him but he cant bc he’s his senpai

“WHOOP HIS ASS Y/N GO IN BITCH!”

both of yall hits are connecting

tsukishima got a GOOD hit in and busted ya lip

now you mad

idk about yall but if i got my lip busted it would be over im going ham let out the beast

havent had a fight where im bleeding yet irl

back to our scheduled program

if you’re worrying about your skirt dont worry you wear biker shorts under that bitch aint nobody getting flashed

yall finally move from the bleachers

you are even more pissed

yall both are leaking by now

the team finally starting to intervene

yamaguchi, asahi and ennoshita holding tsukishima back

suga, daichi and tanaka holding you back

hinata and yachi standing inbetween yall

“AYE YO YAMAGUCHI GET YA BOY AND TELL HIS BUM ASS TO STOP TALKING MAD SHIT FORE I KNOCK HIS ASS THE FUCK OUT”

“KNOCK ME OUT THEN BITCH. KNOCK ME THE FUCK OUT LIKE YOU CLAIM YOU WOULD.”

kageyama just standing there like “bitches started fighting and i was deadass rootin for her but um... ion know now wtf do i do.”

cap’n daichi speak up like GO GET COACH UKAI AND TAKEDA TF???

he like alr bet and call that nigga freeces BECAUSE HE’S GON

more words are being said

tsuki says some REALLY slick shit

yall were RELEASED AND BABY YOU SERVED HIM THAT ONE TWO MUHAMMAD ALI COMBO PUNCH THAT MADE HIS KNEES BUCKLE LMAOAOAOOAOAOAOAO

when tanaka went in nishinoya took a hold of the phone to record

that man is becoming a professional cameraman with the angles he getting

he getting on the floor

his hands are mad fucking steady even tho he’s screaming DUMMY LOUD

tsuki bounces back and yall are back at it

them hits baby...

LOUD

everybody getting loud

nishinoya doing straight LAPS around yall SCREAMING

asahi is like the only once trying to like pull yall away but you accidentally swang on him

“damn aight im out”

he dropped that idea and went to sit down bc this getting too much for him

when he went to school today he definitely didnt think you would almost rock his shit

kageyama bust in that bitch like

“THE FEDS ARE HERE”

que for everyone look innocent

you kicked tsukishima down there and grabbed ya shit then DIPPED

yall both looking rough but tsuki..... you got him

coach ukai and takeda get there just as you book it out there

tsukishima was deadass about to chase you tf down bc that was PLAYING DIRTY

not yo fault this bitch a 6’0 tall bean pole with muskle

takeda got glasses so he was like nishinoya GET HER NEOW

nishinoya’s a fast mf so he was like alr BET

tanaka’s phone was RETRIVED AND IN HIS BAG

he def sending that to the group chat that you, coach and takeda and tsuki arent apart of bc snitches get stitches

nishinoya BOOKING IT after you

you sitting on the sidewalk with some tissues wiping your nose

nishinoya pulled up like “WASSUP MY LIL CHAMPION”

“okay so takeda sent my ass after you but imma just let you go home and imma just pretend you fought me on this then went all flash gordon on us and dipped. aight?”

“okay.”

“lets take a picture bc i’ll be damned if i dont memorialize this shit. how you feel now?”

“tired and my face hurts a lil”

“who knew yall both could pack a punch like a lunchable.”

“mh.”

yall took a pic

you KNOW the type of pic

“my homegirl just whooped some ASS lets GOOOO”

caption filter posted on his private instagram

then he let you go dummy fast

went back to takeda like nah she was gone

tsukishima got ice packs on his face, clothes ruffled, hair crazy, sports glasses crooked

that bitch is PISSED

deadass wants a round two

you on the other hand fixed yourself up and got a snack

you told ya mom that you got into a fight

even asahi cheek sting a lil

i think the whole team fw the fact you beat his ASS

walking home yamaguchi tried to talk about it to him asking if he was okay

tsukishima damn near beheaded him and yamaguchi said fuck that i wanna live past 20

on monday....

whew you were in a good ass mood

i mean lashes on hair popping lip gloss shinin like chicken grease

shit was a good day bc you WANTED to see how he looked after it

you knew you got good hits in

you on the other hand covered up your bruises with foundation (fenty)

popped on some cute ass fake (or real) glasses to hide anything else

tsukishima was PISSED lookin at you

at the end of the month yall became cool again so alls good

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

Teenage Fantasy

Pairing: Henry Cavill x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW guys! Henry Cavill being a flirt

Summary: Your day couldn’t get any worse. Your plane was late, baggage lost, your phone dead and you get lost. But thankfully a hot stranger decides to help you out and make the night of this awful day a little bit better.

A/N: I am slowly coming back from my writer’s block so please be patient with me. @idjitmonkey​ I thought you make like it :) Comments and reblogs always welcomed. Please do not use my work without my concent!

I got lost in who wanted to be tagged in what, so please send me a message or an ask and I’ll make a list <3

TAGS are opened

You exhaled heavily and looked at your phone, coursing your law battery. You have been trying to find your hotel but it seems you got lost. Like really lost, and you weren’t sure if it was due to your lack of road finding or just the mere fact that the universe just seem to hate you today.

The whole day seemed to be awful. Firstly your plane was late, then you lost your baggage, which was thankfully found, and now you lost yourself. How fun! All you wanted was just to sit down and cry. It was cold, windy and all you wanted was a nice beer some onion rings or wings and the bed. 

Of course, you could ask someone for directions, but well of course no one seemed to be around. Now when you really needed someone. Like its London, for crying out loud, how is that possible there was no one around. 

Oh! And let’s not forget about your battery completely and utterly dead in your phone. Yes. The Universe definitely hates you. 

You had two options just keep on walking, hoping to find a bar or something and ask for help, or come back the same way you came, and well… yeah… hope for the best. 

“You look lost!” You squealed and jumped hearing a low voice behind you. Dropping your backpack you turned around meeting the eyes of the stranger. “Forgive me! Did not want to scare you”, he chuckled and lifted your bag from the snowy sidewalk. “You seem to be staring at your dead phone for a long time, so I thought I’d come and maybe help?” You quietly thanked the man and took your bag. You gave him the piece of paper with the address of the hotel and sighed. 

“I haven’t noticed my battery was dying before like 5 minutes ago, and well I don’t really have a map and it’s cold and…” You sighed and dropped your head completely defeated. 

“This is London for you!” He chuckled, looking around. “Have you tried to ask people around?” You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms around your chest. 

“Oh, why haven’t I thought about it. Oh, but wait!” You turned around in a circle, your hands spread. “No people around! I’m not an idiot, you know?!” He frowned and raised his brow. 

“Sorry, that was a stupid question.” He awkwardly shrugged, biting his lips in a cute boyish way.

"No. You have been nothing but a star. I'm sorry I'm being emotional." You took a deep breath to relax.. "It's been a shitty day really and getting lost in a city I have never been before is a great way to end it." He frowned and smiled softly. "I'm sorry, you're so nice helping me out and here I am acting like a spoiled brat!"

"It's fine, really. How about we'll go have a beer and then I'll call you a cab?" You opened your mouth to say yes, but then you reminded yourself that you don't know that man at all. But on the other hand you really needed that beer. Or two, eventually five. 

"Promise me you won't kidnap me and slit my throat?" There was a pause and then a booming laugh, which made you laugh as well. 

"Yeah, this coat was pretty expensive and blood is hard to clean. You're safe!" He send you a wink, going the other way, what you assumed to the pub. 

"I would tell you a good way to get rid of it, but I'll wait till we’re in a public place." He laughed again and you followed this strange, nice man. Oh and not to mention. Incredibly hot man! Well, you only live once, right?

**

"Oh gosh he's adorable!" You squealed gazing at the picture of the 'stranger's dog on his phone. You both went into the pub which was ironically close to where you were. You were able to charge your phone, that gave Henry, as he introduced himself, a possibility to buy you a drink. You ordered a beer, some onion rings and now you were on your second bowl and glass and the topic of your conversation turned into animals. On how you'd love to adopt a dog but your landlord is a dick and doesn't let you. And he told you about his best friend Kal and was showing you some photos and videos of him. 

"He's the best dog ever!" He smiled softly seeing your hyped expression whenever you were seeing another and another of the pictures. 

"Oh I bet he is!" You exclaimed happily, chuckling at the video of Kal and Henry playing around. You gave him back the phone when you noticed some personal pictures of his without Kal. He frowned and looked down, and could help but smile softly at your will to keep his personal life just his. "Oh I hope if I move I will be able to get one of those." You took a sip of your beer and sigh. "My dad hated dogs so we never got one. But now I wish my next landlord will not be such a… well…" 

"Dick?" You laughed and nodded. "So what brings you to London?" 

"Job interview actually. I got a job offer at the university as a second world war lecturer." He raised his brow and you smirked. "What? I don't look smart enough to be a lecturer?"

"Well, your road  reading skills didn't give a great first hand impression", you slapped him playfully in the shoulder and laughed. "I'm joking. You just look too young to be a professor." 

"Oh so you go from insults to flirting?" You bit your lip, giving him a playful stare. He widened his eyes and smirked at you, finishing his Guineas. He pointed at your almost empty glass and you nodded. Your job interview wasn't until 4 PM so you could get a little drink. And well who says you can't get flirty with a very handsome stranger, who also seems to be intelligent, charming and funny? "Thank you", you smiled at the waiter who brought another beer for you. 

"My trainer will kill me if I get another bowl of those rings" he sighed, visibly wanting another one. You chuckled and ordered another one, sending a flirty wink his way. "If you'll hear news of death on the gym, know it's your fault!" You bit your lip chuckling. 

"Life is too short to say no to a good beer and onion rings!" He raised his brow and shook his head in disbelief. 

"You're one of a kind, Y/N", you liked the way your name sounded from his lips. It shoot a jilt down your spine. The nice and very sinful one. The one you should not be feeling towards a stranger that you met just two hours ago. 

"Oh I'm missing the insult this time" he opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't as he laughed again. "But do tell me, Henry," you whispered his name in the same way he said yours. "Why am I one of a kind?" 

"Most women I meet are too focused on the aspect of a perfect body to eat whatever they want. And here you are, eating a third bowl of onion rings and enjoying yet another glass of beer. If you tell me you watch soccer I will have to marry you!" 

"Well get a ring then, because I do enjoy some sport in my life, including football", he rolled his eyes the way you corrected him in terms of the soccer term. "And did you just call me fat for not caring of my body?" His eyes widened and he made the most adorable impression of a fish. You put the most serious expression for as long as you could, which was about 10 seconds, before you burst into a fit of laughter. 

"You scared the shit out of me!" 

"That was fucking precious!" Boldly you put a hand on his, oh God, big thigh. "Relax, I know I don't have a body of a supermodel.  But hey, I do enjoy my life too much to be a masochist." He watched you in amusement when you tried to contain your laughter. "Plus", you licked your lip seductively, enjoying the way his Adam's apple uncontrollably bulged. "What's a woman without some curves, right?" Henry swallowed harder and his eyes lowered to your hand on his thigh. You weren't normally so bald but there was something about this man that made you less shy and more flirty than you normally were with guys. 

"You truly are perfect Y/N", he whispered in you ear making you blush just a little bit. Trying to blame it on the amount of alcohol, rather than the nice sensation of his breath on your neck. "Really one of a kind!" Your everyday you would probably scream at you for not stopping his hand that started to venture from your knee to your thigh. But today you had an awfully long day and every girl needed a good one night stand once in a while. And something told you that the man in front of you, knew how to make that awful day into a much better night. 

"I think I'd like some whisky…" he pulled away and smiled softly. You were sure you heard him whisper 'fucking perfect' before straightening. 

"I do have some of it back in my apartment" your heart skipped a bit. How was it possible that this perfect, incredibly handsome man wanted you? No. You wouldn't let your anxiety kill tonight. With no words you unplugged your phone and put it back into your bag. You took your purse out and asked for a receipt feeling Henry's eyes on you. "Y/N, listen if I read the situation wrongly…"

"We need to pay before we leave right?" You sent him a wink and noticed how he exhaled deeply. 

"In that occasion, there is no fucking way I'll let you pay. Don't fight me on it!" You left a quick peck on his lips, thanking him quietly, before standing up and putting a coat on. You chuckled hearing his hitched breath and quiet 'fuck' under his nose. 

**

You were standing in the middle of the living room gazing around his 'flat', as he was so kind to call it. It was huge. Your last flat could fit in that living room and that made you swallow hard. Just as you were about to say something you heard scratching on the floor and as you turned around to see what that was, a ball of fur jumped at you, making you land on your ass. A booming laugh escaped your lips, feeling a wet tongue traveling through your face. 

"Fuck, Kal get away!" You opened your eyes to see Henry standing above you, holding the dog by his collar. "I'm so sorry. I forgot to close the doors to his room when I left… are you ok?" He pulled you up but you only shook your head and kneaded in front of the dog. 

"Are you kidding me? This is the best way anyone has ever welcomed me", you started to pet Kal, smiling and giggling at his happy expression. "Aren't you the cutest? Yes… yes you are!!" You didn't care that you sounded mental. Dogs were the most amazing animals and if someone didn't like the fact well they don't have to be in your life. 

"Here!" You looked up seeing two glasses of Scotch in Henry's hand and you got up on your feet thanking him quietly. "Normally the girls don't give him that much attention," he smiled at you and looked down at you lips. You raised your brow and took a step closer, completely ignoring the personal space. 

"Oh, is someone jealous?" Your free hand landed on his chest, admiring how hard it was. Was this man fucking perfect? Now you really wanted to see him naked. 

"What if I am?" His husky, lowered voice made you involuntary close your thighs. You looked up into his darkened eyes. Your hand moving down, slowly. Until it stopped at his belt and without a word you lowered it a bit more and gripped where his, what you assumed and hoped, impressive cock was. You smiled when he groaned quietly at your action. With one sip he drunk all his whisky and closed his eyes when you started to unbutton his belt and Jeans. You followed his lead and finished the drink, handling the empty glass to him. He raised his brow, ready to ask, but shut his mouth, when you kneeled in front of him opening his trousers. Looking up you lowered his boxers, and couldn't help but lick your lips seeing him already semi-erect. Fuck he was so beautiful! He was big, but not too big, but what was more impressive was his girth. Oh yeah, you are going to have fun with the man. You smirked at him and not breaking the eye contact you licked the top of his penis, going from up to the base like a kitten enjoying the best of snacks.

"Holy fuck!" He growled when you swallowed him as slowly as possible, bobbing your head up and down, enjoying the sounds living his mouth. You closed your eyes and swirled you tongue around his clock, drinking up the precum that appeared on the top. "Fuck, sweetheart, baby you gotta stop!" He pulled you away and you looked up at his flashed face, smirking in the most flirty way. Yo stood up and smiled widely, when he pulled you close to him. "You are fucking amazing. Jesus I haven't felt that good in a while, but", you screamed when he took you over his shoulders and started walking to his bed. You giggled when he softly threw you on the bed and laid down towering over you. "Now sweetheart I will make sure you will forget about this awful day you had." You looked up and whined seeing him undressing himself. This man was perfection, and you weren't sure which God you were supposed to thank for this, but yes, for some bizarre reason you got lucky today. His sculpture body was something you only seen on the covers of magazines and not to mention that chest hair. Fuck. Yeah ok, you may have a weird kink for men with chest hair, but who wouldn't seeing the man in front of you? 

"You see something you like?" He hovered over you, planting his hands on both sides of your head. It was just now you noticed how beautiful his eyes were. Darkened by the lust they still held the beautiful blueness in them.

"You have this adorable patch of brown in the top of your left eye." He stilled and raised his brow in amusement. He leaned and captured your lips with his. 

"No one has ever described it as adorable before", he chuckled and you smiled shyly, embarrassed one of a sudden. 

"I like being your first", you sassed winking at him. And it was then when he lost it. He leaned down and covered his face in the crook of your neck laughing. You joined seconds later. It was the first time for you to have so much fun during sex. Even when you were in a relationship sex was always serious and not always something you practically enjoyed. But at this moment you were both excited and amused. 

"I'm so fucking happy I decided to take a walk tonight", you moaned when his lips attached themselves on the sensitive spot on your neck. You could feel a smirk on his lips, proud of himself for the sounds you were making. "You really are one of a kind", you jumped a little when he bit you under the ear, smirking at you. Oh this will definitely leave a mark. 

"I'll get you back for that!"  You hissed playfully. He shook his head and you raised a brow in question.

"I don't even want to know media's reaction if someone noticed a hickey on me!" This made you freeze and you pulled yourself on your arm to a sitting position. Confusion written on your face. 

"What do you mean?" You asked, hoping he was making some weird ass joke. At the same time trying to put his face to anyone you know. He sat down opposite you with the same confusion on his face. 

"You really have no fucking clue who I am right?" A sly smirked appeared on his handsome face. 

"You're scaring me now! Please tell me I'm not about to fuck some politician…" he widened his eyes and then laughed so hard that the tears appeared in his eyes. 

"I think I should blame myself for that. Haven't introduced myself properly. Henry Cavill." He extended his hand playfully and you frowned. You did recognise that name from somewhere. He grinned when your eyes widened. 

"Fuck! You’re the Witcher!" It was his turn to look surprised. He was expecting Superman. "Hallelujah. I'm about to fuck my teenage fantasy!" You leaned in and kissed him hard, turning him around and pushing on the bed, sitting on his hips. Enjoying the bulge you were feeling beneath you. 

"Your teenage fantasy?" He asked, putting his large hands on your hips, apparently enjoying his new position. You took a deep, happy breath when his hands started to move up your thighs. You stood up and undressed yourself. You sat back and captured his lips, your hands on his chest, admiring the Adonis under you. 

"I was a geeky kid. My nose was always stuck in books, mostly fantasies. My grandma is Polish and she once gave me Sapkowski's books and well let's say that you should not put a 16 years old horny teenager alone with a book about a broody, strong man, that wields his sword better than anyone else." You kissed his chest, shamefully nipping at his nipple, making his hip raise and a hiss leave his lips. 

"Don't tell me you got yourself laid with the Witcher!!" He couldn't control the laugh and looked up smirking, seductively licking your lips. 

"Not to the book itself but to the fantasies that my brain made." He shook his head in amusement. "But now that I actually have a really Geralt, let me tell you, kind sir, I will use that opportunity to the maximum." Your tongue traveled through his abdomen and kissed him right above his throbbing cock. 

You squealed when he turned, once again towering over you. The blue in his eyes was gone. Oh God, you will get properly fucked. And you couldn't wait for it. 

"You are a teaser, you know that?" You moaned when he bit on your sensitive nipple. "Don't want to destroy you fantasy, but I will be the one fucking you brainless, not Geralt", you sobbed when he pushed a finger inside your wet pussy. "Fuck you're tight! Yes baby, I will fuck you till you'll see the stars!" Another and another finger pushed inside you, twirling in a way that it touched this special place and you screamed his name. "Yes, sweety, that's right. I'll be your new fantasy!" 

"Henry I'm… fuck Henry… please don't stop!" He increased his pace and you moaned almost pornograpically, when the knot broke and you came like you never came before. 

"If that's what I can do with just fingers imagine how you're gonna feel when I'm finally inside of you." He smiled and kissed you softly on your lips. Your hands and legs circled him, getting him as close as possible. 

"Condom?" Your voice raspy and low almost as not yours. You could not believe he was able to bring you to that state with just his fingers. how are you supposed to find a man better than him? No, now was not a place nor time to think about that. "Give me that" you took the foil from him and opened it with your teeth. You pushed him off you and strangled him once again, sitting between his thighs. You looked up and smirked, putting a condom on his cock and with no words you lowered your mouth on him, putting the protection perfectly.

"Fuck!" He moaned when your lips left his cock. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen!" You chuckled and slowly positioned yourself on him.

"Can I ride you, Henry?" you felt his cock twitch at your words and you couldn't help but giggle. 

"You little minx… you'll pay for that" he joked and pushed inside of you with one harsh push. You screamed and fell on his chest to muffle the sound. "Fuck baby you're really tight…" he stopped and there was fear in his eyes. "Fuck please tell me…"

"Jesus no!" You laughed and kissed him softly. "It's just been a while. 2 years if I'm being precise." 

"I'm sorry." He whispered kissing your shoulders softly, apologetically. "I didn't want to hurt you. I'll go slow." You shook your head and moved up only to lay back down. 

"I'm not a glass doll, Henry. I won't break. You're just bigger than anyone I had and I needed to get used to it. Plus…" you straightened and smiled at him. He could swear it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. "You did promise to fuck me brainless!" There was nothing more you had to say. His hips moved in synchrony with your, pounding at you sensensly. It stunk for a bit but the pleasure tool from it really quickly. 

"Go on your knees. I wanna see that beautiful ass while I fuck you." You smiled and obeyed his order, enjoying his tone. Before you were able to get ready he shoved himself inside you. He squeezed your hip, for sure leaving yet another bruise on your body. But you didn't care. You felt your walls clenching second time this night. "Yes baby, come for me. Squeeze my dick!" And you once again obeyed him, feeling all the energy leaving you. You moaned when he didn't stop moving. Your sensitive pussy was still concluding from the orgasm and probably the upcoming one as well. "One more baby. Give me one more." The praise from him made you feel something you haven't felt for a while and you came, feeling something dripping down your thighs. 

"Fuck!" He whispered after coming inside the condom. He left you with a hiss and removed the foil from his softening penis.  "I don't think I have ever made a woman squirt." Out of any power in you, you fall on the pillow. You whined pathetically when he moved away. "I'm back. Come on spread for me a bit." You once again obeyed him and felt a wet towel between your folds. And you smiled and his softness. 

"I really, really like being your first" you whispered when he came back and laid down, inviting you to use his chest as a pillow. The soft movement of his chest put you to sleep before you even noticed. 

**

You looked at your vibrating phone and couldn't help but beam in happiness. When you woke up, Henry was still asleep. You knew it was just a one night stand, so to avoid awkwardness you decided to leave earlier. You did, however, felt compelled to leave a letter. You told him how much you enjoyed the night and how the media will never find out about it. And also you left him you number. In case he wanted to call. You wrote him that you didn't expect anything from him but you were open to see each other again. 

You really didn't expect anything. So that little text just made your day even better. 

'How was the interview?' H.C. 

'I will be staying in London for a bit longer', you answered, happy both about the text and your next job. 

'I know some good places to eat if you're not too tired.'

Your heart skipped a bit and you beamed at the prospect of spending some time with him. 

'How about we order pizza and watch Netflix at yours?'

'Netflix and chill? Yeah I'm in. I'll see you in a bit, baby!'