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ahundredtimesover · 9 months

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Title: Please Love Me Drabble Bonus (10) - I want this so much.

WC: 12,663

Tags/Warnings: foul language; alcohol consumption; talks of pregnancy, explicit sexual content (kissing, dirty talk, fingering, breast play, overstimulation, oral (m & female receiving), straddling, unprotected penetrative sex), lots of fluff; Seven JK (18+)

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A/N: Hi. I’m on a break from my indefinite break. Seven JK was a burst of inspiration (so were his WeLives bc dreamy househusband alert!) and PLM!JK definitely has reasons to f*ck his wife seven days a week. So please enjoy this fluff piece because it’s happening!💕

“Babe, is the curling iron still on?”

Your husband calls out from the walk-in closet behind you, and you yell out your yes as you place the item in question on the dresser, ruffling your hair up a bit and styling it as you wish.

You're so immersed in trying to figure out what look you want to go for that you don’t immediately notice Jungkook standing next to you, iron in hand as he curls the edges of his smooth locks. When your eyes flit to him, you’re momentarily hypnotized, your movements stopping for a few seconds before you’re able to regain your bearings and decide on a loose bun to match the low-back satin dress you have on.

“You okay there, babe?” Jungkook asks as he picks up on your silence, with you seemingly avoiding looking at him.

You nod in response and he smirks, feeling like he knows what’s got you acting like this. He’s known for a while that he affects you in a certain way; your trip to Busan not long ago reinforced that, given the way your body reacted to everything he did at your command. But still, knowing that he makes you flustered even with clothes on gives him that boost of confidence and that air of cockiness that he knows you adore.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, turning to look at you while you keep your eyes on the mirror.

You finally face him and release a deep sigh. “You look really good,” you admit, your cute little frown melting all the knots in his body.

“Why do you make it sound like it’s a bad thing?” He chuckles, flashing you that boyish smile that he also knows drives you wild.

“Because…” you start, your arms crossed now to establish some distance. “I’m gonna have to control myself around you and behave but that’s hard when you look… like that.”

“Who says you have to control yourself and behave? You’re my wife and you have my permission to keep your hands on me any time and you know, misbehave or something,” he cheekily responds, his smug face making you want to smack his chest and pull his hair out of lust and frustration.

“We’ll be in public, Kook!”

“Tae booked a private club, though.”

You frown at his teasing but it only urges your husband to tease even more.

“They also have private rooms so when you absolutely cannot help yourself, we can always get one and maybe I’ll let you put on a show for me. Or I can do that, it depends if you still have yourself together by then.”

“Kook! You’re not helping,” you pout, and much as he wants to keep going, he also just wants to wrap his arms around you and that’s what he does, pulling you close and softly smiling at you.

“I’m kidding. Sort of,” he chuckles. “But we can also just skip the party and stay in, you know? I’ll keep my clothes on until you take them off me, or until you ask me to, just like last time,” he smirks now. “And we can just do whatever we want. You won’t have to worry about controlling yourself or anything.”

“Tempting, but we did promise Taehyung that we’d come tonight,” you say, wrapping your arm around his neck while you fix the strands of his hair, knowing the style he wants to go for. “Opening an art gallery is kind of a big deal. And I am a featured artist in his collection so we absolutely have to be there.”

“I know,” Jungkook says. “I won’t hear the end of it if we skip it. But at least I’ve got a reason to swap the business wear for something different. And you know, fluster my wife because of it, make her speechless and tell me I look good.”

“Ah, is that what you expected to happen,” you arch an eyebrow, feeling called out because that’s definitely what happened.

He’s always been a little cocky but he’s amped it up recently and you’re not complaining; he has all the reasons to be. You know he knows that you love it when he is.

“Well, I actually expected you to be on my lap right now, marking me all over and moaning out curses,” he chuckles, his laughter increasing in volume as your face distorts in feigned annoyance once more. “But I guess the outfit isn’t sexy enough.”

“Now you’re just pushing it,” you playfully smack his chest. “You don’t even wear tight clothes like this. You always said they made you feel stuffy.”

Pulling away to fully absorb Jungkook’s look, you smack yourself internally for even attempting to take him all in, only because of all the scenarios playing in your head right now. And he’s right, being on his lap and claiming him as you cuss out your pleasure is what you would be doing if you weren’t running late. But you are, and acting out all your desires would have to wait.

“Well, since I married you, Mrs. Jeon, I’ve become quite the observant man,” he boasts. “I pick up on what turns you on and I use it to my advantage. You loved it when I had the sleeves of my white shirt rolled up and this is just the tight fit version of it.”

Much as you want to kiss him right now, you can’t help but soften at his words. He is observant, especially when it comes to things you like about him. You remember how he’d started buying colored and patterned tops after your honeymoon years ago because you said you liked them on him. Recently, you notice that he’s been wearing jeans for his casual wear a lot more now, and how he’s kept his hair the specific length that you once said you loved on him.

His best friends say that Jungkook was always just content on his monochromatic sweats and hoodies because they’re comfortable and don’t require much thinking when he decides to put them on, and so knowing that he keeps you in mind when he dresses up is quite sweet, especially knowing that he doesn’t really care what people say unless it’s you. And if you show that it’s something you like, Jungkook will definitely keep doing it to make you happy.

“And the leather pants?” You ask.

“Jimin suggested it, said it fits more with a plain white shirt than jeans for a club. Do you like it?” He wonders, looking anxious, as if there’s anything he wears that you don’t like. Maybe except for this one university shirt that has holes on them that he still wears.

“Of course I do, hun,” you say, wrapping your arms around his waist now. “You look like the sexiest, most beautiful man alive but I also don’t mind if you just wore whatever you wanted. You’ll look gorgeous either way.”

“Well, some people dress for themselves, and some people also don’t mind, like me. I’ll wear anything that’s comfortable, as long as it makes my wife happy.”

“But this outfit makes me horny though.”

Jungkook smirks before licking his lips, and right when you think he’s gonna kiss your mouth as he leans forward, he goes for your neck instead, sucking a bit of flesh before he trails upwards with soft pecks towards your ear.

“That’s better,” he whispers, sending shivers all over you that he definitely feels, earning you a teasing chuckle.

He turns to face you and sees the desire in your eyes, and he knows you’d both break eventually but still, he states, “I don’t wanna mess your lipstick, baby.”

“I don’t care,” you moan, feeling the wetness pool between your thighs now, and your words prompt Jungkook to crash his mouth against yours to taste the lust that’s expressed all over your body.

He tastes of mint cherry and yearning and smells of deep vanilla and ecstasy. His hands trail down to your ass that he ardently squeezes while yours travel towards his hair, the soft pulls eliciting moans from him, as your hips meet his thrusts the same way that your tongue battles against his, desperate and impassioned, your beings melding into one.

Time feels frozen as it’s just you and him. Until your phone starts ringing, incessantly, and it registers to you that it might be Nari, who you’d promised to pick up on the way to the club.

You pull away, telling your husband that you both have to go.

“Well, at least your lipstick’s not completely messed up,” he hums.

“Yeah, but my underwear is,” you groan, and it’s your pout and scurry towards your closet that lets Jungkook know that you’re serious. Your little make out session did turn you on and if it wasn’t for a disruption, maybe you would be on his lap right now just as he expected - more like dreamed.

“I take it back,” he states, walking towards the bathroom where you now are. “I think the outfit’s sexy enough, don’t you think?”

You enter the private club that Taehyung booked for the party and spot less familiar faces than the official opening of the art gallery earlier in the week. Given, tonight is specifically for the fashion and entertainment crowd, a strategic decision for him who wants to attract patrons other than the usual from the art and business fields. It’s a good way to make use of his family’s connections, and it’s also another means of exposing your work to a different audience.

It’s why Taehyung’s been excited to introduce you to the guests, making sure you meet all of them, as he goes around the space to greet them. You don’t mind, really. He has a great eye and a unique way of expressing and selling his art, and as he matches it to his target market, you find yourself learning from him, too. He even got one of them to commission you for a piece, someone who doesn’t mind waiting in line, given that you’ve been pacing your work due to health reasons.

Taehyung finally states that he now wants to get on with the actual party, so he heads to the bar to order some shots while you walk towards the table where your husband and all your friends are. You take the seat next to Jungkook who promptly looks at you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Babe, why are you sitting there?”

“Where else would I sit?” You ask, sipping from a glass of water.

Jungkook spreads his arms and nods towards his lap, causing you to burst in laughter, although he doesn’t seem to find it all that funny.

“I won’t sit on your lap, honey,” you giggle. “I can do that at home.”

“Our friends won’t mind,” he huffs.

“I would,” you respond.

“He just wants to make a statement,” Jimin chimes in. “We can’t count how many girls have walked up to him asking if the seat - I mean, his lap - is taken. Why he’s even manspreading, we don’t know.”

You laugh along with your friends as you turn to your husband, as if asking him why he’s doing exactly that.

“I always had the image of men in leather pants sitting like this,” Jungkook answers. “I guess it fits the vibe.”

“Well, if you keep doing that, more women are gonna try their luck. And I can’t really blame them,” you say, moving your seat closer to him because suddenly, the idea of people hitting on your husband makes you just a little bit uneasy.

“And they’ll keep getting rejected. I don’t know why they think that line would work,” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Why did you think it would work on me?”

“Let’s just say, you have a track record,” he smirks at you. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten how just kissing me affected you earlier. Oh baby, you have it bad for me,” he whispers now.

You’d be annoyed at him if he wasn’t right, but of course he is. It’s the boyish charm and effortless sexiness that get you all the time, and that’s on top of all the other things that make him an amazing husband and lover.

His wiggling eyebrows let you know that he’s teasing, and your scrunched nose tells him you’re enjoying it.

But even then, he pulls you close and softly kisses your cheek. “And I’ve got it bad for you, too, baby. I’ll do whatever you want tonight, just tell me.”

“What about a message and cuddles?” You release a deep breath. “Meeting the guests tired me a bit.”

“Then I’ll do that. We can have a bath together and sleep in, too. Does that sound good?”

You nod in response, smiling at the thought that despite your incessant teasing, you and Jungkook could edge each other with your flirting but also wouldn’t mind if one of you decides for something soft and wholesome instead. It’s not so much self-control as it is the way your relationship has come to work - sure, sex is always good; you’d push each other’s buttons for fun or even as foreplay, but pillow talk while your limbs are entangled under the sheets are just as amazing. You’ve learned that every intimate moment with him is special as it happens; you could only hope it’s an aspect of your marriage that won’t ever change.

Your moment is disrupted when Taehyung arrives with a server and a tray of shots, with him insisting that each person has to take one. You give in even if you hadn’t planned on drinking at all, but when you say that’s all you’ll have for the rest of the night, none of your friends question you. They know you and Jungkook are actively trying to get pregnant, and consuming alcohol does affect that, so they let you be. Jungkook orders a glass of juice right after though, but you don’t question him, even if you’d expected that he’d go for another round or at least a bottle of beer.

As the host that he is, Taehyung urges everyone to get on the dance floor, the alcohol now kicking in after the rest of your friends downed more shots.

“We’re good here,” Jungkook says. “You tired my wife a little over there.”

“Nah, we all know you’re the only one who can do that,” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, his lack of filter causing you and your husband to just laugh.

“I’m okay, Kook,” you say, reaching out your hand for him to take. “I’d be silly not to dance with you looking like this. Plus, didn’t you want to make a statement that you’re taken or something?” You laugh.

“I do, actually,” he smirks, leading you to the dance floor where your friends have gathered. “But I’d also be silly not to dance with you looking like this,” he continues, running his hand down your bare back until it sits right on your ass. He squeezes it a little before holding you by the waist, swaying them in tandem with your hips as you dance to the music.

You’ve got your hands around his neck and your eyes locked on his, his smile turning more sultry as the seconds tick by. You feel him grind against you and you welcome the friction, as you find yourself lost in the sounds and the weight of his stare.

“Nothing like a song about fucking everyday to get us in the mood, huh,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers gripping your dress to control himself.

“Good thing we’re married and can do that, then,” you whisper back. “But that would also be incredibly tiring.”

Jungkook laughs. Much as he knows it’s something that his amazing stamina would allow him to do, he also knows that’s too much for you. But he’d never complain. Anything with you is enough; being with you is enough. Falling asleep with you is all that he wants, even during that rare time when he was upset. He’s learned that when it comes to you, no distance is farther than when he’s not next to you; he’d take any pain on either of your ends, as long as he has you by his side.

He’s overcome with emotion at the thought, so he doesn’t control himself when the urge to kiss you takes over him and you let him, capturing his lips for something gentle and languid. He feels you smile against him and he does the same, knowing that amidst the lust and intense yearning, the softness will remain. It’s why he pulls away first and envelopes you in a hug, finding purchase in your neck as he calms his raising heart and hardening cock that were caused by your impassioned movements.

He hears you giggle as you hug him tight and his heart softens now, savoring that sound even more because he was without it for weeks at one point. He’s also learned that days without your laugh and your smile are the hardest; he knows he’ll be lost in this world without them.

You pull away now and kiss his cheek this time, and you feel him smile again at the action. With all his cheekiness, Jungkook is everything that is love at his core. He gives and takes as he should, and it may seem odd that such thoughts are what’s swirling in your mind as you’re both dancing together at a club with people making out and grinding against each other around you, but you’ve come to learn that regardless of happening outside or inside of you, he’s the only one you want to share your little world with.

He takes your hand and leads you back to your table where your friends gather shortly after. He orders coffee while you settle for tea, knowing you’d be too tired to make one before you sleep. It’s more laughter and dancing in your seats for another hour or so before you and Jungkook decide to head home as guests start to leave as well.

You didn’t expect to be out until 2AM but you kept thinking that one day, you’ll be too old for this; one day, you’ll have kids to care for that you won’t have much time for nights out with your friends. You savor what you’re able to as a young married couple before children get in the picture, and as you watch Jungkook in the driver seat with his tattooed arm on the steering wheel, humming to the music while saying that he had a great time, you assume that he thinks the same way.

“Yeah, tonight was fun,” you muse. “We let go of ourselves a little bit and that was nice.”

“It was. You had your hands on me for most of the night so that was good,” he teases.

“I had to make a statement myself. Don’t think I didn’t see those two women who kept eyeing you and constantly passing by our table,” you huff.

“I didn’t even notice,” he hums. “I was too busy looking at you. But was that really it? You were just letting them know that I’m your man and they have no chance?”

“Of course not,” you giggle, taking his free hand and kissing it. “This look is really doing something to me. Maybe I’ll start asking you to wear this at home or something.”

Jungkook laughs at your words, his head briefly rolling back before he turns to you with his scrunched nose. “I wouldn’t mind that, actually.”

There’s a moment of silence, with you caressing his hand that’s found its place on your bare thigh, before you comment that he didn’t drink much tonight, knowing that their trio of best friends enjoy their alcohol when they’re out to party.

“I could’ve driven us back home, you know?” You say. “We haven’t gone out like this in a while so it would’ve been okay if you drank.”

“Yeah but… we’re trying to get pregnant and the doctor said that alcohol consumption affects sperm health, too,” he responds, his eyes looking soft as he glances at you. “I don’t want you to be the only one cutting back on things because we’re doing this together. I mean, that cup of coffee back there was only my second one of the day. I’ve been trying to limit myself to just two a day as well since I know you’re drinking less, and I survived the week.”

“Honey…” you say, your heart melting at the thought of him making sure that you’re not doing this all on your own.

This is just the trying phase, and if he’s committed to the pregnancy this early on, you can just imagine how present and supportive he’ll be when you do get pregnant. He’ll make sure you’re not the only one making sacrifices, and he’ll make sure to give you as much comfort and support as possible.

“And also, I’m gonna have to change my lifestyle eventually for, you know, when we have our child,” he continues. “I can’t be going out, drinking, and then driving because who knows what could happen? Plus, I don’t wanna kiss our baby with alcohol breath when I get home. And I—”

“Kook, you can still do the things you used to do even when we have a child,” you interrupt. “I mean, you can still party and drink and—”

“I can’t be reckless, though, and that’s what I was for a long time,” he counters. “I was also pretty selfish and always wanted things my way. Being with you changed that and yeah, parenthood will change me, but I should at least be good enough to begin with.”

“And you are, honey; more than enough, actually. I mean, we’ve been to the doctor twice and you already took what she said to heart,” you assure him. “I just know you’re gonna be great, okay? And this is my unfiltered mind speaking but I’m kinda excited to get pregnant because of how sweet and loving and… hot you’re gonna be when you take care of me.”

It’s that laugh again, his playful and endearing laughter that triggers the butterflies in your stomach. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle under the dim streetlights that you pass by, and the way he looks at you makes you feel like everything good is at your reach while it’s just the two of you in your own world.

“I’m excited for you to get pregnant because of how loving and needy and strong and fucking sexy you’re gonna be,” he says, earning him a chuckle. “But all that aside, I just want you to know that you have me. I’m obviously here for the actual baby-making but also for the massages and cravings and morning sickness and swollen everything, okay? I promise.”

“You are such a dream, Jeon Jungkook,” you giggle as you gaze at him lovingly. “I’d live through a thousand lifetimes just so I can have this one where I married you.”

He’s left speechless now, as he softly smiles and leans over at the stoplight for a gentle kiss on your lips. You think it’s enough for him to say all the things he can’t, and you kiss him back, a little more deeply, to say the things you still don’t have words for.

The rest of the ride back home is quiet, save for Jungkook’s humming along to the songs on his playlist. You’re both giggling over something silly that happened earlier by the time you’re walking back to the apartment, and taking advantage of the late hours and the empty elevators, your husband softly kisses your neck with his arms wrapped around your waist all the way to your floor. You sigh in relief; his lips are as good as his hands when it comes to relieving your tiredness.

There were some issues you encountered in your project at the firm that you had to manage, on top of helping Taehyung with his art gallery launch. Teaching the kids is not really stressful, but handling classes of 10 children each has its own challenges. You know your body and you’re perfectly fine, which is why you didn’t mind staying up late with your friends tonight. You’d missed out on a few nights out because you opted to rest, but tonight was too important to pass up on. But still, it left you just a tiny bit exhausted and you can’t wait for your warm bath and cuddles with Jungkook.

You pause on the idea once your phone beeps and a notification pops up. Suddenly your heart is racing, and you’re left standing in the middle of your living room as Jungkook turns off the lights and says that he’ll massage you as you both take your bath.

Seeing you unmoving when he expected you to be walking up the stairs, he asks if everything’s okay.

“Yeah, it’s just…” you say, turning to him with a small smile on your face. “I just got notified. My, uh, my tracker says I ovulate in a few days so, uh… My fertile window starts now.”

It takes a few seconds for Jungkook to process the information and once it clicks, he walks towards you and mirrors your smile.

Dr. Han explained in detail how things go, and Jungkook remembers that in non-technical words, having sex during your fertile window is the best way to get pregnant, and since everything is an estimate and no means of tracking can be entirely accurate, what he he really took from that session is that having sex everyday increases your chance of conceiving. The thought turns his soft smile into a smirk, and with his eyes boring into yours, he repeats your words.

“Your window starts now,” he says, earning him a nod. “I’m fertile, too,” he adds.

You chuckle at his statement. “I know, Kook. Of course you are,” you playfully roll your eyes.

But his gaze doesn’t falter, as he cups your cheek and takes you in.

“Do you think the bath and massage can wait?” He asks, his voice suddenly low.

“They can,” you respond, feeling your throat drying up.

“You’re not too tired?”

“Not anymore,” you answer, melting into his touch, especially as his breath starts to quicken.

“Good,” he breathes out, his mouth so close to yours.

Your noses touch before you feel his lips, soft yet wanting at the thought of being able to make love to you tonight, knowing there’s a chance that it could result in a baby that you’ve both been wanting. You grant him the entrance that he seeks, and he’s quick to explore as your tongue melds with his. He’s intentional, with both his hands cradling your face, wanting to say so much with this kiss. You return it just as eagerly, and your hands do what they’ve been wanting to since earlier in the night - they slide down his clothed chest, and then his torso, until they reach his crotch where you palm his hardening dick, letting him know that you want this just as much.

He moves to place open-mouth kisses down your neck, and you moan when he sucks that sensitive part of yours at the same time that you squeeze his length, earning you a groan that sends shivers down your spine.

“Can I claim my seat now,” you tease, wanting nothing more than to ride him until you lose your breath, knowing just how much pleasure that position gives you both.

“Fuck yes, babe,” he growls, kissing you again as he starts walking back, letting you guide him towards the couch that’s experienced its fair share of your lovemaking.

He pulls away to settle on his seat, his eyes not moving away from you as he asks you to undress yourself, leaving you in nothing but your silk thong.

With his legs spread slightly wide, the leather material hugging his thick, meaty thighs, and his arms laid over the back of the couch, you can’t help but moan at the sight. Your seat looks pretty comfortable, even more so when he unzips his trousers to reveal his hardened length, big and veiny for you to slide against and down on.

He’s coaxing you, as he touches himself to get you to come closer, knowing just how much this turns you on. You surprise him, though, when you get on your knees instead and take his cock from his hand, as if showing him that you can do it better. And of course you do; your touch electrifies him, it makes him weak and pliant, it makes him give in to whatever you want. He’s a generally impatient guy, but when it comes to you, he forces himself to have self-control, to wait, to let you take your time, only because he knows how satisfying it is once you give him what he craves.

A few gentle and teasing strokes later, you take him in your mouth and you surprise him again, as you dive in and take him deep right away, unlike your usual gradual descent that’s every bit torturous and euphoric. He’s caught off guard but it’s what causes him to obscenely moan, prompting you to do the same, the vibrations sending him close to the edge. But you keep going, bopping your head up and down as you try to fit him in your mouth, and Jungkook has to gather all his strength to not falter this quickly. There’s so many other ways he wants to feel you.

Knowing he’ll come soon if you don’t stop, he cups your cheek to get your attention. The loving way you look at him is a contrast to how ruined he feels, and just as he thinks you’d chase his finger with your mouth and suck it as well, you kiss his hand instead, tracing your lips up to his tattooed arm and it’s moments like this that make him feel alive. He’s always loved chasing a high, living for the thrill and the unexpected that pushes him to try different things, and he’s somehow found that when making love to you. You could look at him shyly, reverently, or sultrily; you can lick your lips or say vulgar things or giggle sweetly - he won’t know what he’ll get, but he’ll lose his mind either way.

Wanting to satiate his need, he finally pulls you to sit on his lap, capturing your mouth in his that leaves no room for either of you to breathe. Flushed against his clothed chest, you wrap your arms around his neck to try to take in as much of him as you can. You grind against his throbbing cock, and the friction isn’t enough, as you raise yourself to slide down on him, and your joint moans fill the room.

It starts slow but you eventually pick up the pace, and it prompts him to remove his trousers that are now definitely limiting his movements. Once he’s free, he focuses on what he can give. Jungkook pulls you down as he pushes inside of you, the quick and erratic thrusts sending you in a whole other dimension. You’re meeting his movements, your pants turning into squeals as you feel him so deep inside you, hitting the edges of your physical being.

You lose it when he grips your ass to keep you in place and then captures your breast in his mouth for him to suck. You feel the pleasure all over your body; it’s overwhelming and all-consuming - you feel him everywhere, and it’s exactly how you want to be made love to.

It’s the succeeding thrusts and the bite of the sensitive part of your neck that has you mewling and arching your back in intense pleasure and you feel like you’ve lost sense for a moment, as if you’re suspended with how deep and rough he’d gone. It’s almost numbing, as you continue to grind against him as you try to catch your breath but despite the overstimulation, you can’t get enough of it, of him. You came hard but you want more.

You kiss him as you come down from your high and he takes you in, moaning as your mouths meet again. It’s different this time, though - the kiss is desperate, it feels like; there’s the usual passion but a different kind of yearning, of eagerness. Devotion, too, it seems - towards you, towards the future child you’ll have, towards the family you’ll build - as he caresses your back, his hands gliding on your skin before clutching onto you, as if he’ll lose you if he doesn’t.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your neck, repeating it like a chant that devotees do to a being they revere. “I love you, fuck baby. I love all of you.”

“I love you, Kook, so much,” you pant, hugging him loosely, as it’s the only thing you have energy to do at this moment.

His arms are wrapped around your waist and he leans to kiss you there, his mouth seemingly unable to separate from any part of you.

You meet his eyes and you just know that you mirror the way he’s fondly looking at you. Jungkook boops your nose before he gently lays you on the couch, his eyes unmoving from your form as he kneels before you to remove his shirt, his perfectly-crafted torso making you salivate even more.

Spreading your legs, he dives in your cunt, licking your lips before he sucks your clit. You still haven’t recovered from earlier but you don’t mind. You’re still somewhat in a daze, and everything Jungkook does is both mind blowing and calming, intense yet numbing. Your leg starts to shake so he stops but you don’t complain. Just like him it seems, you want this drawn out.

“I want you inside me, baby,” you moan. “I want… I want to feel you all over me again. Please,” you beg. “I need you.”

The way you plead does things to him, so he lays by your side, slides inside you from behind, and takes you into his hold. With your body shifted and your legs raised, he cups your breast and sucks on your neck, as if cradling you while making you feel all of him - his mouth, his dick, his fingers… He’s thrusting against you so hard that you’re screaming in pleasure, asking him not to stop, and moaning out his name. You lose control of your limbs and you feel like your body now has a mind of its own but his kiss grounds you, and you hold onto him tightly for anchor as he does the same with you.

You come again - another hard crash - and he follows soon after, abrupt and drawn out that he feels like he’s suspended as well. He stays inside you, wanting to make sure that nothing of him is wasted.

You’re both panting from tiredness, your damp foreheads against each other, and it’s nothing but your warm breaths and slick bodies that you feel. You can’t really feel anything else, and that warm bath sounds good right about now.

Jungkook seems to read your mind, as he pulls away first and grabs your clothes. He reaches out his hand that you take, and he holds you close to him as you both walk up the stairs and into your bathroom.

You both don’t say much; the smiles and the soft kisses on the cheek seem to say enough. Maybe you’re just both really spent, but Jungkook exerting all that effort on you does not stop him from drawing your bath, sitting opposite you, and then massaging your feet and calves. He asks you to sit in between his legs right after so he can massage your shoulders, too, and the sigh you let out tells him you’re satisfied with his as well.

“That good, baby?” He still asks, and you lazily smile at him and nod.

“You might fall asleep here,” he chuckles, pulling you closer to him so he can nuzzle your neck.

“I wouldn’t mind that, as long as you sleep here with me,” you hum.

“Our tub is big but it isn’t that big,” he laughs again. “Come on, I’ll wash us up.”

You follow him and head to the shower where he promptly rinses the suds off your hair and your body. He’s gentle and thorough; charming, too, as his boyish smiles appear again when he sees you look satisfied. He helps you dress up before you both head to your room, your soft linens feeling like clouds after all that you did.

Jungkook goes under the covers and lays his head on your chest like he often does. Tired as you are, you don’t want to sleep yet, needing to have this moment with him first.

He’s rarely quiet, so when he is, you know something’s on his mind. You comb your fingers through his hair to calm him down; massaging him like this is also your way of letting him know that can say whatever he wants, and express whatever he wants.

“Do you think we did it?” He finally asks, sounding soft and unsure. “Do you think that was it?”

With his hand caressing your belly, you feel his anxiousness and his desire.

“I don’t know, honey,” you reply. “These things are never accurate. I’m just glad my cycle’s finally regular so at least I can better estimate when I’m due to ovulate and we can work from there. Maybe we did it. Maybe we didn’t. We won't know until I show symptoms and I take a test. And that’s weeks from now.”

The silence isn’t uncomfortable despite what seems to be a million things running through his mind. You’ve wanted this for so long but you’ve learned to be patient, to be trusting, to be accepting of whatever happens. You’d like to think that for all that you went through and for all the good that you’ve done in this life, the universe will grant you this wish. But you don’t want to think too much of how much you want it. You’re scared to be disappointed; more importantly, you’re scared to disappoint him.

“I want this so much,” he says, his voice low and desperate. “I… I knew I did but I didn’t know just how much until the other month when… when we had a false alarm.”

You recall that day. It was some time after you’d come back from Busan, the conversations from that trip perhaps clouding your mind, the excitement overtaking you that you’d thought you could be pregnant despite the minimal signs.

But you took the test anyway. It was negative, and Jungkook hugged you and said it was okay. You’d only gone to the doctor once that time, and you were both still adjusting and making changes in your respective lifestyles. He didn’t seem upset; he comforted you, cradled you that night, and made love to you softly as he whispered how perfect you are, and how much he loves you.

“I… I didn’t want to show it but it made me sad that it didn’t happen then,” he continues. “And I guess it hit me exactly how much I wanted it. To be able to create someone who’s half of the person I love the most and half of me… that’s amazing, right? I just suddenly couldn’t wait to give all my love to that child; I couldn’t wait for us to be gifted that.”

You’re unable to form words as you listen to him. It takes you back to the time when he didn’t want to have children yet, content with just the both of you and your little adventures and time alone. Jungkook wanted you all to himself, and he wanted him to be the only one you focused on. He’d hated himself for being selfish, but you suppose you both needed to have that time for each other - to learn, to love, to fight, to forgive, to trust, and then to love even harder, even braver, even kinder.

“It’ll happen, Kook,” is all you can say. “One day, it will. I’d like to believe that it’s meant for us, just as you and I were meant for each other after all these years.”

“I don’t want to think that I wasted so much of our time just because I wanted it to be just us,” he admits. “But sometimes, that fills my mind. What if we had tried earlier?”

“Do you think that helps? Thinking of the what if’s?”

“I know it doesn’t,” he responds. “But I guess the fear pushes me somehow, you know? I could be living a different life where I don’t have all this, and so I want to make sure that I take care of all that I have now - you, this marriage, this home. It’s ironic that I’ve always wanted to live my life without fear, only to realize now that fears could be good, too, that having something you’re afraid of means you’re actually living, because then, something’s good enough to lose.”

“And that something is so good that you can’t not have it,” you add.

He looks up at you with an assuring smile, knowing that you feel what he’s feeling, that you understand what’s bothering him.

“I worry, too,” you continue. “I knew when I’d fallen in love with you that I wanted a family, to have a child that bears both of us, you know? Someone who can receive the overflowing love I have for you. And not having that scares me.”

With your words, Jungkook shifts himself to face you, cradling you in his arms and kissing your forehead.

“You see what you did right there?” You ask him.

“What?”

“I tell you I’m scared, and the first thing you do is hold me,” you say, feeling the emotions overtake you. “We’re each other’s fears. I’m afraid to lose you. I worry when you’re in pain or stressed or confused or unwell. And I know it’s the same with you. But we’re each other’s shields, too. We protect each other, we gain strength from each other. That’s how we’ll get through this. That’s how we’ll get through anything. I’ll hold you when you’re scared and you’ll take me in your arms just the same. The fears are bearable that way.”

“They are,” he whispers, kissing you deeply. “We’re all we need, baby. You’re all I need.”

With your entangled limbs under the covers, you and Jungkook breathe each other in.

“I don’t know if we were successful tonight,” you hum, slowly succumbing to sleep. “We can always try again tomorrow.”

“And the day after. And the day after that. And then after that,” he responds, his cheeky smile making a sleepy appearance. “We can try everyday. We’ll make it happen; we’ll hold each other again if it doesn’t.”

“We will,” you answer. “We always will.”

Jungkook kisses your nose then your forehead, but it’s his pecks on your cheek that fully wake you up from an incredible slumber. It felt long and it was exactly what you needed after a night of partying and fucking your gorgeous husband, who happens to be smiling sweetly at you right now with his doe-eyes and semi-mussed hair.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he giggles. “I was wondering when you were gonna wake up.”

“What time is it?” You grumble, stretching your limbs and feeling the tension slightly dissipate.

“Almost 1.”

“Seriously?” You gasp. “I’ve never woken up this late.”

“I know. I was kinda getting worried,” he chuckles. “But then again, we did sleep around 4:30 AM so it’s fine.”

“What did you do to me, honey,” you laugh now.

“Well, you know, the usual,” he teases. “And I’m not done with you yet. I promised you days of this.”

He sneaks his hand in between your thighs and presses lightly against your cunt, earning him a low moan.

“Hmm, you did,” you hum. “But I’d really love a hug right now.”

With your outstretched arms, Jungkook melts into your hold, burying his face into your neck like he loves to do. You smell of peony and vanilla; you feel soft and comfortable and every beautiful thing in the world. He’d live right here if he could.

But it’s the middle of the day and you’ve already missed your morning medication.

“I love this but babe, you need to eat so you can take your medicine,” he says, pulling away now. “I bought us some lunch so can you please wash up already?”

“Fine, Mr.,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I’ll be down in a bit. I’ll see you there.”

You walk into the kitchen with Jungkook humming to a song and shaking his hips while he transfers the stew from the pot into a big bowl. He places that on the dining table before taking the heated rice from the microwave. Dressed in sweatpants and a tank top under a loose zip-up hoodie that lets his shoulder tattoos peek out - a weakness of yours, you’ve learned - he looks like the perfect husband who’s sexy in every way.

You’ve noticed these past weeks how he’s been more keen on getting chores done. You’ve always divided the tasks but recently, he’s taking more initiative - planning meals, listing grocery items, and scheduling laundry day. Those are things you think about on a daily basis because managing a household is tough work; you can’t help but think that he’s started taking some of the load from you, perhaps in preparation for when you get pregnant, and especially when a little one joins your family.

The thought makes you smile. It’s why when he tells you that the food’s ready and pulls out your chair, you sit on his lap instead, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your face in there as well.

“Thank you, Kook,” you huff. “It smells good.”

“It does. Too bad I didn’t cook it,” he chuckles, returning your hug.

“I know. You don’t have the patience for that.”

He tickles you in response but you just hug him more tightly.

“Hey, I know I turn you on when I’m being a dreamy househusband, but the food will get cold,” he says, turning to face you now, a rare sight indeed since he’s often the hard-headed and pouty one. “Let us eat this first, and then I can eat you out after. Deal?”

You bite his cheek in feigned annoyance before you move to your chair, taking in the dish in front of you.

“What time did you buy this?” You ask, realizing only after the first spoonful just how hungry you are, reminding you of a certain physical activity you both did just hours ago.

“Hmm, around 10,” he answers. “I was up at 8 and was gonna drink milk only to find out that we don’t have any. So I went to the supermarket and got eggs and a few other things, too. Then I passed by the restaurant on the way home.”

“Dreamy househusband indeed,” you wink at him. “But how were you up that early after last night?”

“Taehyung, that annoying child,” Jungkook groans. “He kept calling and texting so I just picked up. He woke up early and couldn’t find his engagement ring for Ailee, and he doesn’t know if he lost it or if he proposed to her but he doesn’t remember anything because he was so drunk. And she was called for an emergency at work so he couldn't find out. He also doesn’t wanna ask her himself so I said I’d ask her if my best friend did anything stupid and well, yeah, he did propose; she just doesn’t know that he doesn’t remember.”

You’re cracking up by the end of your husband’s narration and you feel for the man. “Oh, poor Taehyung. What a terrible way to go about asking someone to marry them.”

“Well, I never actually asked you, did I?” Jungkook says.

“Well, you kinda didn’t want to, did you?” you shoot back, earning you an adorable frown.

Appeasing him, you take his hand and kiss it. “It doesn’t matter. We said I do, you kissed me for a millisecond, and then here we are!”

“Baby!” He groans again. “Why are you bringing up the wedding kiss, AKA the most embarrassing kiss of my life?”

“Because so-called loverboy Jungkook kissed his bride for a millisecond, that’s why,” you laugh.

“I did make up for it, though,” he reminds you. “And I still do. I mean, you can’t seem to get enough of my kisses now.”

“You’re getting cockier and cockier by the year, honey,” you tease. “Even if, yes, you are absolutely correct. I can’t imagine living without your kisses.”

“Good. Because these lips can’t imagine not kissing you,” he smirks, and all you can do is cover your face in laughter and slight embarrassment, but he scrunches his nose as he watches you lose it, and your heart softens again.

He could be cheeky as much as he wants; deep down, he’ll always be that gentleman who loves making you laugh and smile.

You both finish your meal then you take your medicine. You insist on doing the dishes this time and it doesn’t take long. You’re full from eating so you return to your seat next to Jungkook where you both video call with Taehyung and the rest of your friends as he presents his predicament.

“Just be honest with her,” you advise. “Honesty and communication are incredibly important in a marriage, Tae. Take it from me. Who knows? Maybe she doesn’t remember how it happened, either.”

“And then you can just propose to her again,” Jungkook suggests. “Seriously, dude. Being honest is probably one of the hardest things to do, but it’s freeing more than anything when you share things with your partner. It just sucks that you have to share your stupidity but yeah, she’s crazy about you so I’m sure she’ll still want to marry you.”

Taehyung rants again but decides that listening to the only married couple in your friend group is his best course of action, so he says he will and will keep everyone posted.

Wanting to have your only caffeine intake for the day, you walk towards the counter to boil water for your tea and then walk back to Jungkook. You lean on the edge of the table as you watch him remain seated and mirror your smile. You think about what he said earlier about being honest. You’re also reminded of your conversation last night and how open and vulnerable he was. You recall the moments where he’s trusted you and followed your lead. You think back at the instances where you were the same. You’ve both come such a long way, and the thought sparks a certain kind of desire in you, something that he sees.

He reaches out his hand and you take it. He guides you to his lap where you comfortably sit, aligning your clothed cunt to his cock, anticipating the friction and what would come out of it. You kiss each other deeply, both your hands mapping each other out. He pulls down your nightgown; you unzip his jacket and sneak your hands underneath his top. He’s smooth and taut and absolutely perfect; his hardened nipples tell you that he’s just as turned on as you are.

Rocking against his hips, he decides that he absolutely needs to taste you, so Jungkook nudges you and guides you to the table where you lay, your legs spread out to show him the view that he craves.

His tongue is warm against your folds. He presses it against your clit before twirling it around, knowing exactly how you want this to go. You like it slow at first, with kisses on the sides and underneath your thighs where you’re sensitive, before wanting it fast, rough, and desperate, as Jungkook sucks and nibbles and locks your thighs in his arms, pulling you closer to the edge so he can bury his face in between them where he also would like to live if he could.

It’s like he’s been starved as he leaves no inch untouched. Your legs are shaking now, your body begging for release and he feels it; he feels the tension in your limbs and hears your hypnotizing moans. These make him want you to wrap around him so he can feel your warmth, too, so he can be sucked into your velvet walls and drown in your essence.

He pulls away then undresses himself and then you, leaving you both heaving and bare, desperate for more of your scent and your kisses and your touch and your sounds. He strokes himself a little before pulling you closer again, this time for his cock to slide inside your wet entrance, and the moan that escapes him is obscene yet full of want and yearning.

With your legs suspended in air, he thrusts into you - slow at first, teasing even, as he draws it out before going rough and deep, sending shockwaves all over his body with how well you’re taking him, and how hard you’re letting him go as you ask for more and more and more.

His hands explore your bare torso - hands fondling your swell breasts, fingers pinching your pert nipples, and palms gripping your waist to keep you steady. You kiss each other for most of it all, adding to your pleasure but also tempering it, as your mouths capture your moans and the curses you both let out.

“So good, baby,” you groan, your deep, sultry voice still surprising him after all this time. “You fit me so, so well.”

“I’m made for you, baby,” he growls, assaulting your neck with nibbles that have you ascending even more. “Fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”

Your cries of yes urge him further and he quickens his pace, knowing from your sounds that you’re close and his erratic thrusting says that so is he. With your chest heaving and your arms weakening from supporting your weight, you crash hard, and your elbows buckle from the intensity but he catches you, his arms cradling you before he lays your back on the table while he tries to reach his peak.

You recover, propping one arm on the surface and the other, pulling him close to you.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper, licking the shell of his ear right after. “Want you to fill me up so good. Please.”

You meet his thrusts and then clench around him. It’s what does it for him, as he releases a long groan that almost makes you come another time. Your pants match his and he hugs you tightly before kissing your neck.

He’s sweating and unsurprisingly so, but it makes him look even hotter, with the softness in his eyes turning into determination in seconds. He bites your lip before licking your mouth.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he smirks. “Gotta cover all bases and take you from every angle, baby.” Pulling away, he releases you from his hold. “Will you turn around for me? We’ve got the rest of the day for this.”

You’re left speechless at his words but you’re eager and pliant as you’re under his spell. You turn around as he asks and the feel of his tongue on your cunt overstimulates yet electrifies you. There’s no other way you want to spend your Saturday. You know your Sunday and every day after that will be the same. But Jungkook is an amazing lover, and you know that after all the roughness, he’ll hold you gently, pepper you with soft kisses, and tell you how much he loves you so you won’t ever forget.

It’s weeks later when you pick up the phone and make a call.

“Hey, babe,” Jungkook’s sweet voice greets you on the other end of the line. “I’m heading to McDonald’s. The meal served on the plane was so little and I’m still hungry. Do you want anything?”

“Just, uh, just fries,” you mumble, as you pace back and forth in your living room.

“That’s all?” He asks, knowing that you always want that with a sundae. “Do you want me to get something from somewhere else?”

“No, I’ve had dinner, Kook,” you say. “But uh, do you think you can pass by the pharmacy? I… I need a pregnancy test.”

You can hear a pin drop with the silence from both your ends. But it could also probably just be your mind going blank as you vocalize the words, a request that holds with it so much as you try to think of what will happen after the result comes out.

“Baby…” Jungkook manages to mumble.

“I didn’t realize that my period’s been late a few days,” you explain. “But the cramps have been bearable and I didn’t think much of the nausea but, maybe… I mean, there’s a chance that—”

You only ramble when you’re nervous and Jungkook can feel your anxiety even through the phone.

“Baby,” he interrupts you. “It’s okay. Are you feeling any pain right now?”

“No… I just… Come home soon, please. I… I need to be with you.”

“I’ll be home soon. I love you.”

He drops the call and makes his order through the window, then he asks Mr. Yu to head to the nearby pharmacy where Jungkook runs to the counter for the pregnancy test and then asks his chauffeur to quickly but safely drive to you. He wants nothing more than to be with you right now and calm your nerves, and while his mind is going haywire at the thought of a possible pregnancy, he knows he needs to be the strong one; he needs to be the one to keep you both grounded, even if another false alarm will crush both your hearts.

The time is ticking by too slowly and he opts to send you messages instead, updating you of where he is and how much longer it’ll take for him to get to you, hoping that this could at least help while you wait for him to arrive.

Back in your loft, you continue pacing around the living room. You’d been too busy with work to take note of your tracker, which is why you hadn’t realized until today that your period is late. Jungkook’s been in Japan since Thursday and took a late afternoon flight this Monday so he can get home to you right away. You know he’s worried; even with his calm voice, you know deep down he’s just as anxious as you are. You appreciate that he’s holding the fort for both of you; he probably could tell from your rambling that you’re a little out of sorts, and for good reason.

Since deciding on actively trying to get pregnant, there’s been an air of tension about the topic even if it’s something you both openly talk about. Perhaps it’s wanting it so much that the chance of not achieving it is a heartbreaking thought.

You remind yourself, however, that you had a go at it not long ago; you’ve been following Dr. Han’s recommendations of cutting back on things as well so the hopeful part of you thinks that there’s a big chance it could happen. Every part of you wishes it’s happy tears tonight and not sad ones.

Your door unlocks and you stand from the couch, meeting Jungkook, who places the food on the nearby flat surface, and hugging him tightly.

“I missed you,” he hums against your hair. “You don’t have to be scared, okay? I’m with you. We’re doing this together, and whatever happens, we’ll hold each other. We promised, remember?”

“I remember,” you mumble. Facing him, you say you’ll take the test in the guest bathroom. “We’ll wait and check together, honey. I love you, whatever happens.”

“I love you, whatever happens.”

You exit the bathroom and find him seated on the bed, his coat removed and his tie loosened. His hair is a little mussed, perhaps from constantly combing through it as a way to ease his nerves. You sit on his lap - your safe place - and hug him again, letting your joint breaths remind you that you share the anticipation and the fear and the excitement with him.

Your alarm beeps to signal that the waiting time is over, and he pulls you close for a deep kiss before you stand up, and you drown in his taste and his scent, knowing that you’ll need all forms of his comfort tonight.

Walking together, you stand by the counter and stare at the stick that’s been turned over. He’s hugging you from behind and you pull his arms tighter around you. With a deep breath, you turn the test over again to face you, and the way that he buries his face in your neck while he whispers I love you in your ears is what makes your tears fall.

Two lines signifying your hopes and dreams of a family that you’ll love with all your imperfect heart.

“We’re having a little one, babe,” he huffs. “We… We’re gonna be parents.”

You finally face him, your tears uncontrollable now, and all you can do is nod.

“Yes,” you whisper. “We… we’re—”

His chest buries your cries, as you’re unable to form words at the gift that you’ve been given. His strong arms cradle you against him and it’s all you really need - just his love, for you, for the child you’ll have, for the family you’ll build.

Jungkook kisses your forehead before kneeling down to face your belly that’s started to nurture your baby.

“I can’t wait to meet you, little one,” he whispers. “You’re gonna be so, so loved. Mommy and Daddy will make sure of that.”

There’s so much emotion, as you watch Jungkook sweetly smile at what’s now housing the most important being in this world right now. His glassy doe-eyes, small sniffles, and the way he caresses you give you a glimpse of how he’ll probably be starting now. He already looks at you with so much love and you can just imagine how much more affectionate he’d be with that little human growing inside you. He’ll be giving and showing love to two now; there’s something incredibly special about that.

The low grumble of your stomach breaks the moment, however, but your joint laughter is welcomed, as he nuzzles your torso and kisses it in places before standing up to face you again.

“I know you said you just wanted fries but I got you that chicken and mozzarella sandwich you like and strawberry McFlurry, too,” he says, wiping away your tears. “I thought that if it was negative, you’d want to eat your sadness away, and if it was positive, you’d be so happy you’d want to eat more. It could also be that you’re just really hungry.”

“That’s a fair assessment,” you giggle. “But I had early dinner and I think the anxiety got to me. Thank you, honey. You already know what I need before I even say it.”

“I'm a certified dream husband and a dad-in-training,” he winks, making your heart soar. “But also… is it okay to feed our child… grease?”

You pinch his cheeks adoringly. “Just this once, I guess. And then it’s all healthy stuff for me starting tomorrow.”

“You mean for us,” he corrects.

“For us,” you nod.

You both eat your unhealthy comfort food, with baby talk dominating throughout dinner, such as what you’ll name them, how you’ll tell your family and friends, and how the home setup is gonna be like. You both decide on waiting until this weekend for the announcement, wanting to go to the doctor first and just savoring this moment between the both of you. You’ll eventually transform Jungkook’s office space in your room to a nursery and contact Hoseok to look for houses that you’ll move into after you give birth.

Jungkook asks you to have a shower with him, admitting that he feels quite clingy given the news. You don’t mind at all, especially when he hugs you from behind under the warm water and caresses your stomach again while he languidly kisses your lips.

He makes love to you once you’re in bed.

It’s different from what you’d both done during your “baby-making week,” as he liked to call it, when he took you on different surfaces and on different angles all over your apartment. You’d even done it in the car in your building’s basement parking because he wanted to “cover all bases,” although you know he just wanted an excuse because that reckless part of him just liked the thrill of fucking you in a not-so-private space. You loved every bit of that week though, and even the days that followed, where despite his late nights, early mornings, and business trips, he made sure to express his love in different ways.

But tonight, he takes it slow and simple, as he gently yet purposefully pushes into you while he looks into your eyes with so much adoration. He intertwines his fingers with yours, filling all your spaces, and cups your cheek while he whispers words of love and praise.

It’s a gradual buildup and perhaps it’s why your orgasm is drawn out as well. It’s a different kind of pleasure, as you feel suspended in air while being pulled down before the acceleration comes when he sucks your breast, as if you’re orgasming again while coming down from it. But it’s Jungkook - some days he’s rough and teasing; sometimes he’s gentle and serious.

Everyday it’s love though. Whatever form or pace it is, it’s the only love you want to know.

It’s tough keeping news as big as your pregnancy from your family and friends, but you and Jungkook wanted to consult with the doctor first so you can answer their questions because you know that there’ll be many of them, including when you’re due. It’s why you canceled dinner with the girls that Wednesday and why you passed up on lunch with your siblings that Friday.

You made it to Saturday, where you and Jungkook offered to host your monthly hangouts with all your friends in your apartment and then casually said over dinner that you’re pregnant. It was silent for a good minute before they burst into screams.

Nari and Jimin cried, which you didn’t expect. Taehyung burst into an opera-like song to express his emotions, Yeji was taking a video of the chaos, and Minhyuk was the only sane one who hugged you tightly and said that your child will be so lucky to have a set of crazy and loving uncles and aunties who will spoil them to no end.

It’s Sunday now, and it just so happens that your and Jungkook’s grandparents are in town to attend a gala this week.

Enjoying your lunch in the indoor dining hall of your parents’ estate, the scene is a common one - lavish dishes on the table that Seokjin chows down while little Seungjun sits on his lap, Soojin announcing that she scored 3 goals in their recent soccer game and that her twin brother Sunghoon placed first in their school’s poetry-writing contest, big boy Jihoon feeding his little sister, and the rest of the adults talking to each other from across the table, leaving the room abuzz with laughter and squeals.

Your grandfather asks everyone to quiet down, wanting to hear how everyone’s doing, even if he’s really just looking at you and Jungkook.

“And how about both of you, my dear?” He asks. “How have things been since your visit to Busan?”

“We’ve been well,” you reply, immediately taking Jungkook’s hand. You don’t really have a plan of how you’ll tell everyone; just like how things have always been, you just want it simple. The news is a big deal, but you don’t want anything grand when it comes to announcing it. “We’re both busy with work but we’ve been making time for each other.”

“And your health?” Your grandmother asks.

“Back to normal. The new medication has been good so I think I’m all clear,” you smile.

“That’s wonderful,” your grandfather replies, pausing a bit, perhaps to let you continue should there be more you want to say.

You can tell he’s trying to control himself from asking something else; it’s not lost on you that your grandparents have been very vocal about their desire for you and Jungkook to have a child, considering that, in their words, they “don’t have much time left on earth.” You feel for them. This union was a dream and you hadn’t realized until the car ride this morning just how much a child would mean to them.

Your grandfather turns to Seoyeon, ready to ask her this time but you get ahead of him.

“Actually, I’m not really back to normal,” you say, earning you worried looks from everyone. “I actually… Uh, you see. I… We—”

“We’re pregnant,” Jungkook finishes for you. You nudge him at the sudden announcement but he just chuckles. “You were rambling.”

“I…” You turn to look at your family who are all wide-eyed, perhaps still processing the words - except for the kids, of course, who are all still munching on their food, with Soojin asking why everyone is so quiet.

“Jungkook and I are expecting,” you say now, more calmly and more certain. “I’m due in the summer and we’re really excited. And nervous. But we can’t wait to meet our little one soon. And—”

The emotions overflow at this moment - both your parents and siblings are all teary-eyed, expressing their joy and excitement in so many ways. Your mother walks to you for a tight hug, and your father does the same to Jungkook until you’re hugging each member of both of your families - with your grandparents taking most of the time - including the kids who just follow what the adults are doing.

Soojin squeals when you explain in kid language what’s happening, prompting her to hug your belly then remarking that you look the same.

“Your Auntie’s belly will grow big soon,” Jungkook says, rubbing your stomach. “Can I ask all of you to take care of her with me?” He asks the little ones now, kneeling in front of them and mirroring their adorable smiles.

“Yes, Uncle Kookie!” They say in unison, prompting you to kneel alongside him and hugging each of the kids.

Their kisses are long and sweet. They’re much older now so they feel more responsibility when it comes to you and the baby, so they ask a lot of questions like how big they are right now, what they’re eating, and how they’ll come out of your belly. You answer each question, trying to explain as simply as you can with all the patience in the world.

Jungkook watches you, knowing that this - and all the times that you’re with them - is just a peek of how you’ll be as a mother. And he can’t wait to witness and experience all that with you. There’s so much to be excited about; he knows every moment now is precious and one you both will have to savor.

You return to your seat once everyone’s recovered, even if your mother is still crying and your grandparents still have glassy eyes.

“I know it took a while,” you say. “But Kook and I just wanted to make sure that we were having this child for our own reasons. And well, considering how we started, we wanted to enjoy ourselves first and not feel like we’re missing out on things.”

“And that’s alright, sweetheart,” Jungkook’s grandmother assures you. “We’re just glad that this happened on your own terms this time.”

“It did,” Jungkook answers. “We had a lot of growing up to do but uh, that won’t stop. I… I’ll still need help.”

“You have us,” Junghyun says now. “Min-jun, Seokjin, and I will do the big brother thing and guide you, Kook. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Seoyeon winks at you to say that you have her, Yeri, and Mina as well. You and Jungkook have such amazing people to guide you and that you look up to; you can’t wait to get to know yourself and each other in this aspect as well.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with your parents and grandparents talking to you and Jungkook, expressing their joy and hope that everything will all be okay. Your siblings pull you both aside to talk about the next steps from parenting sessions, prenatal yoga, house hunting, and everything in between. They make it all exciting, knowing that the worries will come and go, and you appreciate them all for that.

Later that night, you lay in bed while Jungkook stays by your side, propped up with one arm while his hand caresses your stomach once more, something he’s been doing every night before you both sleep.

“Today was good,” you say, as you place your hand over his, caressing the fingers that wander around your bare skin. “It somehow reminded me of that lunch when they proposed this marriage and now look where we are. We’ve come such a long way, Kook. I’m glad we can finally share the joy with them.”

Jungkook responds with a hum, his eyes glued to your stomach, traces of deep thoughts in them.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” You ask, cupping his cheek. He closes his eyes briefly to savor your touch.

“Just… everything, I guess,” he huffs. “Everyone said so many things. My brother even sent me a long text that I still have to respond to. But I was thinking about the kids. They’re still a rowdy bunch but they’re so good to each other, babe. They’re so good to people. And they have such affection towards their parents. I… I want that for our child. I want them to be good to others, to be loving to others. I want them to love us.”

“Honey, they will,” you smile, “because we’re raising them. You have such a big heart, Kook. I just know that’ll be enough to make them kind and loving people.”

“I just… I just want to be a good dad,” he admits, revealing another layer of his vulnerability. “I want them to have fun with me, to trust that I’ll protect them always. I want to be someone they’ll be proud of; I want them to be happy that I’m their father. I want to do right by them, by you.”

“I bet as they grow up, they’ll want to do the same with you. That’s how loved they’ll feel,” you say, turning to your side so you can face him and he can focus only on you. “You’re already doing amazing, honey. They’ll feel how much you love them by how much you love me. And you love me so beautifully. That makes all the difference.”

“Thank you for making me so happy,” he responds after a beat of silence, his heartfelt words piercing through you. “I didn’t think I could feel more for you than I already do.”

“Me, too,” you smile, kissing him deeply. “We’re gonna be okay. Things will start to change but I want you to know that I’ll love you through it all, okay?”

“And I’ll love you through it all just the same,” he kisses your forehead now.

With you cradled in Jungkook’s arms as you listen to his steadying heartbeat and soft snores, you know that however hard this journey is gonna be, he’ll hold you no matter what, and you’ll be strong for each other through it all.

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Fic Rec List - Lando/Oscar

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nsfw: By a thread by @mctwinkdom | 5k | E

Oscar and Lando have a text conversation about thongs – things escalate from there. I loved the formatting of this fic, the texting really works well as a structure and the rest is filled up by the authors lovely characterization of both Lando and Oscar. I especially love Oscar being his normal aloof self, a little bit nervous about his new teammate (but so so in to it when the convo turns spicy) while Lando is just a strange little horny boy with a liking for ”thongs”.

Oscar raises an eyebrow. He thought his answer was pretty straightforward, didn’t think he’d have to spell it out for Lando. (me): I wasn’t talking about shoes in my tweet” Now that would teach him. Fucking British. Always thinking they have full powers over the English language. Okay, granted, maybe they invented it but still.

Sanctus by debrief | T | 5.5k

This is a renaissance au with lovers to enemies (and back), beginning with Oscar serving Lando's high-status family. What I like: This is some of the most incredible writing I've encountered. Not only is it a masterclass in non-linear narratives, but it's packed with striking imagery and fascinating power dynamics. There are phrases and sentences in this fic that I can quote off the top of my head. It's immersive and heart-wrenching and beautiful.

'Lando had been blithe, Oscar had been brave. They were seventeen and unforgivably naive. It was a time of spires, domes, cathedrals, rebirth celebrated at the heart of the greatest city-state this side of the world. A war of high art and marginalized decadence, long expanses of moon-kissed skin bathed in gratuitous bathos, love and lust flirting vows over gilt-framed canvases commissioned by wealthy nobles who have known neither.'

legerdemain by anonymous | Not Rated | 5.8k

Oscar gets roped into teaching Lando how to play chess, and quickly finds out that Lando's endgame is a lot more complicated than it seems. I loved this fic for a variety of reasons - firstly because of the way that the author's love for and understanding of chess shines through so clearly. And secondly, the characterisation of both Lando and Oscar is complex and witty and so fitting to who they both are. Lando is cheeky and a little weird and far sharper than he lets on, and Oscar is dry and matter-of-fact and unexpectedly into Lando. This is one of those fics that can get you sold on the Lando/Oscar pairing if you were initially uncertain about it - the slow build-up of tension and realisation is brilliantly captured, with chess and chess strategy being used to build UST between these two in a way that feels perfectly fitting to them.

'“Gotcha,” Lando says. “So like. D’you prefer blowjobs?” He moves the white rook to attack the hanging pawn and figures out the rest of the endgame puzzle pretty effortlessly.'

soft vanilla foreplay by anonymous | M | 7k

AU. Lando, a member of a Robin Hood style crime group, meets Oscar, who turns out to be a cat-hybrid vigilante superhero himself. Oscar joins Lando’s gang. Together they fight injustice (by doing crime). This fic is really well written and incredibly funny. It leans hard into the cat-Oscar joke - Oscar is very catlike in all the best ways and has some mannerisms that made me think the author definitely has one. Their meet-cute is hilarious and sets the tone for the entire fic.

' “No, I actually inherited the genes from my ancestors, who came from a planet of felids.” “Excuse me, did you mean a planet of furries?” “No, Jesus, Lando,” Oscar says emphatically, then he’s laughing, crinkling eyes and soft cheeks and bunny teeth. God, he’s so fucking cute. “No, I was found, um,” Oscar says, sobering from the laugh. He takes a deep breath. “In a handbag. Someone left me on the. Doorstep of a stranger’s house.” Lando looks up and gauges Oscar’s expression. He’s telling the truth. “I don’t know why I’m a cat,” Oscar says. Makes this shrugging expression without actually shrugging. “So…” Lando says. “How did you find out?” “Well. For one, I can speak to cats,” Oscar answers. Huh. This probably explains all the neighbourhood cats serenading Oscar from his balcony so much. “Okay,” Lando says, taking it all in stride. “And you fight crime by night?” “I work graveyard shifts at the supermarket,” Oscar says. “Yeah. Part-time. That’s three out of seven nights.” And Oscar is with Lando for two or three of the four remaining nights (they fuck every evening though) (and morning). Anyways, the maths doesn’t add up. Oscar sighs. “Well, I.” He pauses. “I climb up to fancy penthouses of people who run trust mills, and I take stuff. Then I redistribute.” Oh. Lando is mouthing the oh. “You’re a cat burglar,” Lando whispers it like it’s the funniest secret ever.'

nsfw: Needs Improvement by @strawberry-daiquiris | 7.1k | E

Zak tells Oscar his 'teammate communication' needs improvement. Mark sends him to a 'Psychic, Clairvoyant, Sorcerer' who ends up doing some voodoo that leads to Oscar and Lando being able to read each others' thoughts. Its got great characterisations and some humour mixed in with some angst and, of course, some smut. Plus one of the first Landoscar fics I read and it really drew me in.

'If he’s really that worried, Mark suggests, he could see a sports psychologist. Someone who can advise him how to work with Lando, really get to the core of what it means to be a good teammate. They could even do sessions together. “Like couples therapy.” Mark grins, clapping Oscar on the shoulder. “Only worse, because you won’t get any sex out of it.” The irony, really, is that Oscar and Lando don’t not get on. He’d actually thought they were doing pretty well. Lando laughs at his jokes, Oscar smiles through his stories. They don’t see eye to eye on music, or hobbies, or the taste of fish, but none of those things matter on track anyway. Even more ironic is that Oscar really wouldn’t mind having sex with Lando, if he’s honest.'

nsfw: Never have I ever by @mctwinkdom | E | 13k

Lando and Oscar play a game of Never Have I Ever, and it leads to some interesting revelations. Although its majority (very good) smut, this was a very heartwarming fic. The dialogue is fun and keeps you reading more. The characterisation of them feels realistic!

'But there was something between them, without shape or name, something that made them avert their gaze after staring at each other for one second too long, something that made them slightly jump if their hands were to brush. Something Lando had named in his mind: “I wanna fuck my teammate: the Remix”, in bold orange (papaya) letters with some glitter and fireworks.'

we are all in the butter but some of us are looking at the cars by xiaoluclair | T | 14.3k

Oscar's first season in F1 is about reaching the stars. It becomes about reaching Lando, too. The timing of this one feels very real to me, the way pieces slowly slot into place. The author places threads and waits until the end to pull on all of them, and it's lovely.

'Peer pressure, thinks Oscar, this is peer pressure. But Lando keeps it held out, eyes on Oscar and Oscar. Oscar takes the damn shoe. It’s probably one of the oddest experiences of his life. When he lowers it again, can feel the thin river of it cold on his chin, Lando’s still looking at him. Crows have walked in the skin beside his eyes.A minute later, Oscar watches him tip his head back, shoe against his mouth. Light shines through the gap and, just for a moment, it looks like he is swallowing the sun itself.'

nsfw: carried away by venerat | E | 22.1k

AU, non drivers. Lando impulsively asks Oscar to pretend to be his boyfriend to make an ex jealous. Oscar agrees, even though it's probably a bad idea when he likes Lando so much. Lando gradually comes to realise he is in love with Oscar. I am crazy for the fake dating trope. This has all the best parts of it - miscommunication, angst, gradual feelings realisation from the POV character and obvious pining from the other. Venerat is so good at this and the fic is a lovely journey. The characterisations are perfect, especially Oscar and his natural talent for understatement, which muddies the waters a bit.

'If there was anything Oscar would do, it was was focus very intently on the task assigned to him, until he got it exactly fucking right. That was what made him perfect for this particular task: the task of being Lando’s boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. “Okay,” Lando said, clearing his throat. “Stunning. Was thinking, maybe we could try it out at the cinema tomorrow.” He, Oscar, and the Lefrères were going to see the new Bond film. It was the perfect opportunity to be dickish and in love, as far as Lando was concerned. “Just didn’t want you to get all jumpy if I touched you,” he explained. “If that’s alright. Like. Yeah.” Oscar nodded. “Got it. Sounds good, mate. I’ll be, er, ready.” It was nice to be around such passion. Lando rolled his eyes. He was smiling inside, when he thought it. But Oscar did have some capacity to surprise him. Before Lando fucked off, Oscar stepped forward, closing the normal non-sexual gap between them, and wrapped Lando in a light hug. It was nothing—Oscar’s arms were barely even squeezing him—but Lando’s breath still caught in his chest like a stupid fucking idiot, freezing inside the hug. “Have a good one,” Oscar said when he drew back. He was pink, which made Lando feel better, given that his own ears were warming. Okay. They clearly needed practice. Desperately, in fact. “You too, babe,” Lando said, and winked. Then, before he could embarrass himself further, he spun on his heel and walked out.'

nsfw: climb up to your lips by @scenetocause | E | 28k (wip)

This fic is Lando/girl!Oscar (the always-a-different-sex trope). Lando has a massive crush on his teammate. He also has a submissive streak that starts to express itself around her. As their relationship develops, she picks up on this and starts finding ways to take care of him. They’re both a bit inexperienced at relationships and sex in general. I just love these two. They’re both slightly weird and awkward and don’t quite fit with anyone else but are turning out to be perfect for one another. It’s a learning curve for them both.

“Yeah, fuck.” Lando has to tilt his head back onto the sofa. He can feel it in his arse, where she touched him. He might feel it for the rest of his life. “Yeah, I. Fuck.” “Later.” she says, like a promise. It takes him a moment to work out she means them, later. Fucking. Which might be ambitious because he currently feels like he needs a refractory period of about a decade, after that one but he won’t spoil her dreams just yet. She's acidic, clever as ever in debrief and brutal in the way she deconstructs her own, botched Q3. Lando's probably staring at her a bit lovestruck but he's been doing that all season anyway so no one has to know it's over the phantom sensation of her inside him. Despite the lecture from Zak earlier Oscar tucks him under her arm on the drive from the hotel, playing with his hair. He's actually less worried about being killed by Andrea or whatever now but still doesn't get his phone out because he hasn't had time to clean up his insta follows and he doesn't want Oscar to think he's into anyone else. For someone who doesn't seem to think much of herself, she seems fairly assured he likes her. Which might, in retrospect, be something to do with the best part of a year he spent broadcasting that to her before he'd even realised it himself.'

already home by @nyoomfruits | T | 32.5k

Lando marries Oscar, his best friend and roommate, to keep his family from worrying about him so much. This is an absolute gem. It's sweet, funny, cozy, and the dynamic between the pairing and their friends is delightful.

“Yeah, well, you’re marrying me, so,” Lando says, sticking out his tongue, and Oscar laughs, that loud, bursting out of him laugh he does sometimes where he completely folds his body in half. Lando hides his self-satisfied smirk behind another bite of his pancake, and pretends like he isn’t committing the little laugh lines in the corner of Oscar’s eyes to his memory.'

thank you to @singsweetmelodies, @ocontraire, @maaxverstappen, @lydia-petze, @frickinsweet & @welightitup for compiling this list 🧡

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Can you do TADC x skeleton reader?

TADC cast x skeleton! Reader!

Skeleton characters my beloved

Love skeletons sm I wish there were more appealing characters in that category for me to add to my collection

Fr though imma work on art after this

Short since it's so sso cold in my room, I cannot warm up for the life of me and I'm in mobile

CAINE:

Teeth?

Teeth!

You guys click your teeth together and it makes everyone cringe thanks to the sound and what they imagine it feels like

Rmemeber we have nerves in our teeth, it's not just the roots! Imagine how it would feel if you clacked your teeth against someone else's!

He makes tons of skeleton puns

POMNI:

Is a little put off by seeing the bare bones of the brains mech suit/j

No but cartoony or not I think it would put her off because she would be all too aware of the "this is a person, this is a real breathing person" thing

Like sure she also understands it's your digital body, but seeing a skeleton next to a chesspiece and ribbon feels weird. It feels oddly familiar... does offer to help put you back together

RAGATHA:

HATES when you lose one of your limbs and leave it skittering about, trying to find the rest of you. Centipedes and skittering rouge limbs, that's what would do it for ragatha... bonus if you have a centipede crawling in your bones, be it as just your default or because one crawled into you at some point.. makes her weary to hug you when when gets that information..

But assuming you're bug free, shes more than willing to hang around you! Also offers to help put you together! Has probably guided your body back to your head after it got knocked off, saying it from having to blindly wander

JAX:

Similar to caine he makes a ton of jokes and puns. Has probably hit you with the bowling ball . You made the rolling pin sound effect

Has probably snagged your arm to scratch his back. Like he did to zooble.... maybe that's part of tje reason why zooble is sour all the time...

KINGER:

In an event where he needed to grab you and run, he may or may not have just

Popped your arm or hand off and bolted with it... probably makes a fair amount of distance before realizing the rest of you arent there

Despite what many may think, I dont think he would be bothered by a skeleton person, unless you're like. Hyper realistic for some reason, but considering the digital worlds style and kid friendliness I doubt you dont look cartoony! Actually kinda finds it cute, like those old cartoons he used to watch.. at least he thinks he used to watch.. you feel nostalgic somehow

ZOOBLE:

You guys exchange limbs/j

No but I feel like you guys would bond over not being fully "stable", ie you guys can be disassembled and broken apart with relative ease. You guys have each others backs when something threatens to break your bodies up. Be it Jax, or an IHA, you guys will try to protect each other in that regard... usually ends in you both falling apart

It sounds like clicking n clacking when you guys kiss

GANGLE:

Very similar to zooble, you guys are fragile. Gangle is ribbon, and you're just bone. You two are both prone to falling apart! You guys fuse together with gangle holding your bones together with her ribbon/j

But actually... I can see that as a funny side gag for "teamwork" for a IHA...

Sometimes her ribbons get stuck between the joints of your hands

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #jax x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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beplerblurbs · 1 year

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matching hats s.r.

pairing: unistudent!ricky x gn seatmate!y/n

genre: fluff

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: intentional lowercase, reader is shorter than ricky(?), not proofread

prompt: your seatmate ricky. reminds of you of a cat. you like to crochet during lectures and end up making ricky a cat beanie!

you and the rest of the students scamble off the cramped bus rushing to get to your classes. there's been a traffic with freshmen moving in and parents wanting to make sure they're prepared and such.

it was a little annoying because you knew your lecture hall was filling up with every second the bus was trying to reach the university bus station through all the traffic.

eventually you reach your lecture hall along with a cluster of other students for your arts history class, not the most interesting thing on 9 am mondays...

you entered from the back of the classroom, you see the professor preparing her lesson way at the front and the back of many students as they murmur amongst themselves.

with about 90% of the seats already taken, you wouldn't be surprised if you had to sit on the stairs at this point. eyes wandering for an empty seat, blond head stood out with no one beside one of his seats.

walking down the steps to reach the mysterious guy "sorry, but is this seat taken?", oh... he's so cute

with styled bleach blond hair, thick eyebrows, curious eyes, slightly ajar lips and neck tattoo saying 'role model,' you were taken aback by his good looks.

"no, take a seat" a warm smile welcomed you to your seat before he went back to looking at his laptop to prep for class.

just as you get out your notebook, your professor starts the lecture.

"good morning class, hope the travel to class was great considering the beautiful weather today," ironic considering you're actual trip.

the professor goes through the basic course breakdown to help everyone gauge expectations. you're already writing down due dates in your notebook's calendar. the prof seems really chill and you appreciate that.

she switches her slideshow to a large text that says 'introduce yourself to your seat partner and tell them a fun fact'

"you guys see the screen... do it, i'll give you guys 2 minutes" the class giggles at her bluntness.

you put down your pen to focus on this mysterious guy. he's confident and relaxed, he avoids making the situation awkward and goes along with the professor's request.

"hi, i'm shen ricky. i'm an international student majoring in performance arts and... my fun fact is that my friends said i resemble a cat earlier today" he smiles to himself, seemingly unexpected fun fact he chose to share.

"oh? i dont see it exactly... nevermind, maybe i just need to know you more to see it hah."

you on the other hand can't seem to not be awkward, trying to smile through it "uhm anyways, i'm y/l/n y/n, and i'm a student under the entertainment management program and this is one of my electives. my fun fact is that i love to crochet, you'll probably see me do it in lecture at some point."

"ah!" you were startled by ricky's excitement, "crocheting sounds so fun, i need to learn it at some point." you turn slightly pink, seeing someone be so interested in your seemingly boring hobby.

ricky continues on, "i think that just means we have to be friends and sit in class together so you can teach me," suddenly, ricky's hand as his phone out with his new contact ready to be filled with your information.

"sure!... this isn't like flirting or anything right?" as much as you were attracted to ricky's looks, you always set boundaries for yourself for comfort. you wouldn't let some new blond guy mess that all up.

he scratched the back of his neck, "oh no, not at all, but i really apologise that I came off that way. i'm actually interested in crocheting though!" his genuine tone was enough for you to forgive him and give him your contact.

"okay class lets start with the first lesson," before you could even give him your phone to fill in his number, the professor quiet downed the class.

unknown number: hi it's ricky, boy from arts history.

you take a bite of your favourite late-night snack, gummy worms. you had started studying a bit and took a break to go to your closest convenience store.

y/n: hi! its y/n, why are you texting at this hour? lol

you change the contact name,

ricky: sorry are you busy? I just wanted to make sure you still wanted to sit next to me in class on wednesday, if not thats fine!!

you giggle to yourself, why does he text cute too...

y/n: oh no worries, i just got my daily dose of gummy worms haha

y/n: but yeah we can meet up before class and sit together! i'll make sure i'm early next time...

ricky: lol yeah maybe to get a good seat, i'm usually in the library an hour before class

ricky: just lmk and i'll wait for you

and with that the conversation ended just as you re-entered your apartment to get back to studying.

hes seems so sweet compared to his cold appearance.

getting up early wasn't your favourite activity, but ricky said he would be in the library at 8 am (like a crazy man) so you decided to give him some company and teach him how to crochet.

you come in the library with an iced coffee in hand and leftover gummy worms in the other. a distinct blond head and neck tattoo became proportionate as you closer. "how are you so awake at this hour?" you yawn sitting in the chair across from ricky's.

he laughs, "i try to eat a full meal, i don't know if gummies and coffee count as one," you disregard it, "yeah, yeah.”

you set down your food and pull out two small bundles of yarn and two crochet hooks. "one for you, one for me. which colour would you like?"

"green please!" (i miss rijeong) you slid the pale pastel green bundle to his side of the table, leaving you would the baby blue yarn.

an insightful and detailed lesson on crocheting and somehow ricky's chain fell apart 3 times. he was genuinely trying. you thought it would frustrate him but him seeing you giggle at his mistakes made ricky feel warm inside somehow.

you sighed and made ricky put down his hands from crocheting. "we should got go to class now, i'll teach you another time. take notes for me as a trade?" it was an offer ricky couldn't give up, in his head it gave himself a reason to talk to you even more.

ricky simply nodded and put the yarn and hook into his bag. you guys walked out of the library, heading to the library with 15 minutes to spare.

during class, you spent most of it crocheting while taking in the information and ricky took notes on his laptop. yet he was the one not really listening, he was focused on how endearing you looked simply crocheting and listening intently. you didn't notice that though.

you ended up making some cute hand rags that you needed for your kitchen. "thoughts?" you ask ricky while showing off your 30 minutes worth of time. his signature sweet smile arose "very stylish, you're so cool." his non-chalant remark made you blush and shyly put away your pieces as the professor had ended the lecture.

"same time friday?" ricky said standing up, backpack slung over one shoulder, "same time every lecture," you confidently spoke, smiling and quickly going to your next class.

you weren't even in rush, your next class was in 30 minutes. ricky stood still in the lecture hall smiling to himself.

every lecture you began making random pieces, eventually making a sweater, a scarf, mittens, cup holders, and the list goes on. some of these for you, and some for ricky.

you stopped going to your convenience store at night, you became accustomed to ricky getting you some gummy worms the next day. in return, you got him and yourself iced coffees for the day. suddenly being awake at 8 am wasn’t so tough

as well, everyday you and ricky were texting more, hanging out after classes, usually to cafes. ricky was able to make a progress and finish a small square, but the focus needed made him want to take a break from the hobby. he said he preferred watching you crochet anyways.

this is what friends do right? hang out, talk and laugh, share sentimental stories, get each other small gifts, hug tightly goodbye, holding hands...

your boundaries were loosening up. however, with how much you enjoyed ricky being with you, you didn't mind it.

you were tapping your coffee lid as a fidgeting habit, ricky doesn't even acknowledge it. there was a comfortable silence as he scrolled on his phone and you looked out the window with the warm sunlight yet the dead trees and snow in the plant beds. the winter made the outdoors almost unbearable as you hated the cold, but you felt warm next to ricky…

you turn your attention to ricky and his relaxed state, focusing on his screen. "hm." you made a noise that caught his attention, he rose his eyebrows as he shifted his focus to you. he put down his phone and rested his chin on his hand, elbow propping him up.

"what you thinking about?" not phased by his flirtatious antics at this point, you didn't move. "i guess you do look like a cat,” you poke one of his cheeks. now he was confused, "all of a sudden?"

"yeah! like you have big doe-y eyes and your cheekbones kinda resemble the follicle cheeks... you just need the ears and whiskers." you eye-smile at the thought of rickys 'intimidating' face with cute ears and drawn on whiskers.

rickys ears can't suppress his feelings anymore, they grow bright red and he turns away, looking outside to the bright outside. "whatever." you knew he liked it but you let it go.

"we should go to class now," ricky stands up with his bag over his shoulder, waiting for you to pack up and walk with him to class. you reply a quick 'okay' before you stand up.

ricky already has his hand out for you to hold. you intertwine fingers with him and walk to your guys' class.

sitting in class you had some pink yarn in hand but you can't think of making anything other than those cute cat beanies you've been seeing online. mainly because you really wanted to see ricky in one.

it was simple and quick to make so you made two, matching hats make such a cute pair.

ricky was still actively committed to the deal where he does notes while you crochet. you hid the two pieces in your bag when he was focused.

"yah, what'd you make this time, i didn't even notice you finished it early"

you both walk out of class early and felt a strong wind chill hit both of your faces. ricky hides his face in the scarf you made before in class. "its so cold still, are you cold?" you see ricky's breath in the air.

"well i think this will warm us up," you smile pulling out the hats from your side bag pocket.

he makes a little happy 'o' face, ready to cherish the next crocheted piece you made. "ouu, what is it? what is it?" his eagerness made you smile big, and ask him to close his eyes.

he closes them quickly, eager to see what it is. you snuggly put on his cute pink cat beanie on his head, and then your own. "okay! open!"

ricky is completely whipped for you seeing your adorable face and a cute cat hat. "you're so cute, what about me? what do i look like?" he quickly pulls out his phone to swipe to the camera app and see what he got.

"the same one dork, aren't matching hats cute?" you can't even hide your smile, the cold was helping you look like your bright red cheeks were appropriate for the weather.

ricky had slowly begun to recognise your soft, vulnerable side had been coming out when you were with him. you were truly comfortable around him and it made him melt inside.

you suddenly felt your face smushed up against ricky's chest, a warm hug. "thank you y/n. it is cute" his little giggle came out as a vibration against your ear. you were also melting.

you look up at him and everything felt perfect. "hey ricky?"

"hm?"

"i love you."

a moment of comfortable silence, with the warmth of his heart heating up yours, you knew what he felt too.

"i love you too, y/n"

author's note: this ended up being longer than i expected........ i hope u enjoy the ricky fluff </3pls send in requests!!!!

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kingofthe-egirls · 6 months

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PRINCESS: LUFFY x Y/N

art by the loveliest @zwhoreo

part 1

for @missmugiwara

(cw: kissing, first time, sex, reader is an artist, she has pink hair, i reference her nipples as strawberries bc mine are pink and that’s the word i wanted to use)

(a/n: romance actually)

Songs: “Hotel” by Claire Rosinkranz

words: 2.1k

- luffy loves the term “sweetheart” to describe his love interests

- relationships are sparse and shortlived, before falling in love with y/n

- (beach house part 2)

- luffy’s in love with his princesses:

- (also sorta a beastgirl fetish like he loves cute ears/tail)

- shirahoshi, camie, marguerite, uta, rebecca

- (he’s attracted to fairy princess style hair, sometimes pink, and also mermaids)

- his romantic storyline (for my specific interest):

- first crush was uta

- first kiss was camie

- first relationship/sexual experience was marguerite

- (timeskip shenanigans)

- shirahoshi is a special sweetheart

- sexual dip besides himself, he’s still nursing his own wounded heart (poor senchou)

- sees y/n!!!

- he sees you and starts crushing pretty much immediately, you send butterflies through his center and he’s smiling a lot more since you started adventuring with his crew

- romantic inspirations

- he’s still sorta scared to start something new, so he’s slow and shy at first (shy!luffy supremacy)

- he’s so heart-led it’s super important for him to see that you’re sexually attracted to him as well as romantically in love with him, that’s special

- he’s in love with you

- sees hearts around your face whenever you smile at him

- does everything he can to see your smile

- you make him smile, too

****

Blue shutters, white trim. Your beach house stands squat and adorable at the top of the small sandy cliff face. White clouds scatter across the horizon, sat low and steamy in the twilight purple. Mauve, you’d say.

If you were to draw it with your colored pencils, you’d mix rose pink with soft, pastel purple. Plus a hint of dusty blue and saturated orange.

Luffy stops, a few steps behind. He reaches up an arm to softly touch the back of your hand; he traces soft fingertips over your knuckles.

“S’pretty, isn’t it?”

He asks, his warmth seeping into you as he surrounds your hand in his.

“Setting suns are my favorite thing to draw,” you say, smiling, “Except for you, of course.”

Luffy smiles, sliding his fingers between yours. He’s seen your sketchbooks, all filled up with drawings of him. His fights, his forms, his smiling face.

He sees how you see him.

He likes how you see him.

You see how he sees you, too.

Someone kind, someone special. Someone he wants to listen to, to learn from. To sandwich between the bones of his ribcage and keep you safe behind his sternum.

So he does.

Luffy squeezes your hand, before tugging you closer to his body. He presses you against his chest, sun soaked and so warm. His hand stays in yours, stroking your knuckles like a fairytale prince. His other cradles the back of your head.

He strokes slender fingers over your hair. Lifting up on tiptoes, he lets you press your lips against his. He tastes like sunshine: all warm and amber like honeycomb straight from the smoked-out beehive.

“S’okay if I call you sweetheart?”

He strokes his thumb over your knuckles, before bringing them up to his plush lips. He skims them across your sensitive skin, looking up at you from under dark lashes. You squirm in place, upset and excited and all sorts of things that make you want to stuff him in your mouth and never let go. So you hum an appreciative mhmm! Before smashing your lips together again.

Luffy snickers into your mouth, before sweeping you off your feet. He carries you bridal style up the rest of the stairs and into your waiting beachside cottage.

****

Luffy slides into bed beside you, fresh and clean after his shower. You’ve already toweled off and slipped under the covers, all shiny and new after sand scrubbed your skin and the shower washed your body clean. Your hair lays wet and messy on the pillow.

Luffy’s wearing red shorts and nothing else. He radiates heat throughout the covers as soon as he makes contact with the bed.

“Hi,” he whispers as you curl instinctively into him. He’s so warm.

“Hi, captain,” you whisper back, lips moving against his collarbone. He runs a hand over your head, smoothing down your wet tangles.

“Kiss me?”

He asks, raspy, so you lift your head to press your lips against his. He smells like the bar of green soap you keep in the shower. He smells like home. You sigh into his lips, and with a small sound, he parts them.

Luffy’s tongue is warm and slick, sliding against your bottom lip as he curiously explores your mouth. His other arm wraps around you, pulling your weight fully on top of him. His hardness pokes your thigh, and you gasp. Luffy pulls back a bit, sheepish.

“S’okay?” He asks, rubbing his hands over your back. You’re in a soft, faded t-shirt and pajama shorts. You’re not wearing underwear, and from the feel of his cock, neither is he.

“Yes, it’s okay,” you say, stuffing your face into the crook of his neck. He’s always made you feel safe, and now that you know he wants you—it’s all so surprising and fun and scary, too.

Chemical reactions flare through your system: all of Luffy’s smells and sounds and pheromones mixing together in a magenta-scented cocktail that dizzies your brain and blurs your vision.

Luffy scratches your scalp. His fingers are calloused and strong, as his sugar-soft lips plant a sweet kiss to your forehead. He hums, a little melody you’ve heard him sing to himself as he sits on the ship’s figurehead. It’s his little happy song.

“What didja wanna do tonight?” You ask, propping your chin on your hands. You blink up at your captain, from where you’re resting on his chest. He squiggles under you, smiling and flushed.

“I dunno! Sleep?”

You smile, in spite of yourself.

“Sleep is good,” you agree, before drumming your fingers against his sternum. “Is it okay if we do something else, besides sleep?”

Luffy nods eagerly.

He sits up, cradling you in his arms so now you’re sidesaddle on his lap. He kisses you, hard.

“Luffy!” You gasp in between sliding, hot kisses. He growls, low in his throat, before tearing your t-shirt off over your head. He pauses, searching your face for discomfort. But all he finds is a hot flush and a slight nod, before your hands are on his cheeks and you’re stuffing your own tongue down his throat.

“Mmph!” He groans in surprise, before popping off your lips in order to bend his head down. Captain Luffy sucks your nipple into his mouth, muttering something that sounds like “strawberry” under his breath. It stings, but it’s nice.

His tongue feels like heaven.

Luffy moans as he slobbers over your tits, suddenly manic as he tastes your skin like this for the first time. He’s practically vibrating as he holds you, and you gasp as steam starts to roll off his skin in waves.

“Luffy!”

“Sorry, hah,” he rasps, laving his tongue in between your breasts. He circles the tip around your other nipple, giggling slightly as you shiver. “Second gear…,” he mumbles, thunking his forehead into your chest. “Ya don’t mind, do ya sweetheart?” He stares up at you with big, sparkly eyes that make you go all dumb inside.

You shake your head, melted, as he snickers and starts peppering white-hot kisses into your skin. His body is all pink now, steam wafting off of him and enveloping you in a hot cloud.

He wraps his arms around you tighter, switching you around so now your back is pressed against his sweaty chest. He massages your tits in calloused hands, his chin on your shoulder as his cock throbs hard against your ass. He groans, thumbing your nipples between rough fingerpads.

“D’ya like it from behind, kitty cat?”

His voice is a puff of hot, steamy air that whisks the hair around your ear. A thrill runs through you, noradrenaline and lust clouding your senses. You have nothing else to offer him but a short nod and a strangled moan. He’s got you wrapped around his rubber finger.

****

Luffy takes you from behind, sitting you on his lap and sliding his cock inside. You’re on your knees, face flushed and chest heaving with ragged pants. You turn your head to the side, pink waves of mussed-up hair falling over one shoulder. You caress the side of Luffy’s face.

“S-so good, sweetheart,” you moan, feeling the weight of him inside you.

Luffy sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his hands holding your waist as he slides you up and down his cock. The quilt scratches under your knees, and you can barely make out the shapes of framed pictures on the opposite wall. It smells like sweat in here.

You’ve never had sex before.

It’s—weird.

It stings, and—

it’s soft, and

it’s hard too

and Luffy’s breath is everything,

to you.

He pants hot, little ragged breaths in your ear as his searing chest burns the skin of your back. He’s like a walking heat stroke: his heat strokes your walls and, and, and—

“M’cumming!”

It’s a strange sensation, fluttering around someone’s shaft. You’ve never felt it before. It’s—different. From a clitoral orgasm. It’s not shivers down your skin, the release of dopamine coating your edges and bathing you in sparkling gold.

It’s—softer.

It’s clenching in and out as your stomach flutters from the sound of his voice.

“Atta girl,” he praises you, thumbing your clit as he fucks you at a steady pace. His saliva drips onto your skin from where he’s drooling at your shoulder. Your hand is buried in his raven hair; steam still curls around you. He smooches your earlobe. “That’s my fucking princess.”

“Yours, Luffy,” you stutter, slowing your hips as the pulses stop, “I’m your princess.”

He gasps, pleased. “Yeah, ya fuckin’ are, that’s my fuckin’ girl—,” he cuts himself off with a grunt as he starts fucking you harder. He flips you (so easily) and slides back inside you from where he kneels between your legs. His face is sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, as his dark eyes sparkle in the moonlight. Shit.

“I’m in love with you, Luffy!”

He smiles, eyes crinkled shut as his cockhead brushes your g-spot. There’s that pulsing again—

“Fuck,” he grits out, each word punctuated with a sharp thrust, “I—fuckin’—love—ya too—nng!—kitty!”

And with that, he comes.

“So in love with ya, you’re such a good friend, sweetheart, ya pussy’s takin’ me so well, you’re so fucking fun—!”

“Ah, ah!”

It’s strange, having someone cum inside you.

It’s warm, and

wet,

and weird.

But it still sends shivers down your spine as he pulls out, pools out: his seed slipping from between your thighs and staining the quilt beneath you white. It smells like sweat in here, but worse somehow.

It smells like sex, you guess.

****

Luffy sighs happily, cuddling you in bed after you both cleaned up.

“How was that, sweetheart?” He smiles up at you from where he’s laid his head on your still-bare chest.

“So good,” you sigh dreamily, stroking his hair. It’s all fluffed up and wild. You twirl a lock around your finger. He smooches the swell of your breast beneath his cheek.

“So, are ya gonna be my baby?” He asks hopefully, snuggling deeper into you. He’s twisted his limbs all around you, saying how he wanted to be as close as possible to his sweetheart. “So we can go on dates n stuff?”

You snicker: you can’t help yourself.

You smack a big ole kiss onto the future king of the pirates’ head. He hums, but his index finger is tracing anxious circles against your ribcage. He’s nervous. His heart is on the line, so you do your best to show him it’s safe, always, in your hands.

“Of course, Luffy,” you say, scratching his scalp, “Let’s go on dates all the time now.”

He squirms, happy noises sounding from the back of his throat. “Okay!” He says into your skin, his smile buried against your sweaty chest. He inhales deeply. “Say you’re the pirate king’s princess?”

You blink.

And then, you smile.

“I’m your fucking princess, pirate king.”

“Shishishi!” He snickers, squirming against you even more. He lifts his head, showing off his biggest sunshine grin yet. “I like the sound of that!”

You smile.

So do you.

#hoooooolybfucking fshit #wow #dumpster dive #kitty speaks #luffy fanfic #luffy fic #luffy smut #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you

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borathae · 2 years

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“When Taehyung realises that you call him Good Boy whenever he is being helpful, he can’t stop himself from being extra productive in the household.”

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: f2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Romance, Smut

Warnings: sub!Taehyung, dom!Reader, major good boy kink, use of a collar & leash, pet play, puppy!Tae, mommy kink, oral (f.receiving), guided masturbation, edging, doggy style with a leash, thigh riding, safe sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), also Tae wears his glasses during sex omfg, slight gamer!Taehyung as well, they make out in his gaming chair while he plays a game omfg

Wordcount: 15.6k

a/n: I discovered a new kink with this story, send help, I also included one of the things I think about on a daily which is sitting down on Tae’s lap as he games and then kissing him. That shit haunts me omfg. Either wAY enough about my thirst jsjjfs I hope you guys can find joy in this lil story. Hehe ily 💜

~ To Index ~

Taehyung has many secrets. For example that he cheated on all of his exams and that he did so without ever getting caught. Another secret was his well hidden stash of candy in his room, which he fills up regularly with his favourite chocolates and sweet bonbons. He also never really told anybody about his fantasies to be the owner of an art gallery one day, because he thinks that it is a very silly dream to have.

But his biggest secret is most definitely the fact that he loves being called a good boy. This is something he will truly never ever tell anyone, not even his diary. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.

You had many secrets as well. For example that you go to the library not to read but to snack on those really yummy fruit bonbons it offered. Another secret was your very secret collection of said bonbons in the inner pocket of all your jackets. You also never really told anybody about your desires to become a self-sustaining cottage owner, because you think that this is a very weird fantasy to have.

But your biggest secret is most definitely the fact ever since a few months, you had an obsession with cute, puppy boys. This is something you will truly never ever tell anyone, not even your best friend. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.

Coincidentally Taehyung, owner of many secrets and you, owner of just as many secrets, were living together. Roommates. That is the official term of what you and him were. Roommates, who just so happen to be friends as well.

You and him weren’t always friends. You actually became friends after you became roommates seven years ago when you and him were in your first semester of college and in desperate need of someone to share your city’s outrageous rents with.

You and him shared a homely apartment in a relatively calm neighborhood. It was located on the fifth floor and had west-facing windows, overlooking not only the park but also the sundown. The living room and kitchen were separated and both you and him had your own spacious room. The bathroom you had to share, but that was never really a problem. Taehyung liked to shower in the morning and you liked to shower in the evening and both you and him made sure not to leave any hair in the drain or on the sink. The bathroom really wasn’t a problem. The kitchen however was.

“Taehyung”, you enter his room without knocking. Taehyung closes his door when he wants to be left alone or for you to knock. If the door is open you can come inside unannounced.

“Yes?” he pauses his game and takes off his headphones.

“Do you see that?” you ask, lifting an empty mug.

“Ah yeah”, he says and laughs nervously, “I know what you’re gonna say.”

“Yeah exactly, why is it in the sink when the dishwasher is literally right next to it?” you say, tangling the mug from your fingers.

Taehyung stands up and fetches it from your fingers.

“Sorry, I was super stressed and didn’t have any time to put it away. I was gonna clean it later.”

“You were not stressed and you were not gonna clean it later”, you say, following him out of his room to the kitchen.

“I was! I really was”, he insists with a pout.

He is by the dishwasher, placing the mug in the basket while looking at you. You are standing in the doorway, leaning against it with your arms crossed in front of your chest and eyes locked on him.

“Sure, that’s why five other mugs are in the sink.”

He laughs awkwardly and then begins putting them away, doing so with his big eyes sneaking glances at you every now and then.

He closes the dishwasher once finished and then turns to you with his fingers folded in the front.

"I finished it", he murmurs shyly.

Something weird overcomes you in this moment, the same thing which has tickled your tongue ever since you found out your obsession with subby pups. You never acted on it, because it is a very weird thing to do to your friend and roommate, but today the itch is so big you can’t stop yourself from giving in. He just looks so…cute with his oversized jumper and his fluffy hair and those sweet eyes of his'

“Good boy”, you say, hating yourself instantly. You were right, it was really weird to say.

“Uh”, Taehyung blinks rapidly, tugging at the collar of his jumper, “s-sure uhm, I’m in my room again.”

He hurries past you with his cheeks glowing crimson, leaving you to wallow in self-hatred because this was so weird. You hear the door close and only then do you let out a groan.

“Why did I say that? This was so inappropriate.”

But it did kind of feel exciting to do. Good boy. You never called someone like this before and now that you did, it feels so tingly in your chest.

“Oh god, I’m so dirty”, you whisper, fleeing the crime scene to go for a walk instead.

Taehyung was very glad you went for a walk today as he closed his door for one super-duper secret and dirty secret.

You meet him again in the kitchen the next morning. It isn’t uncommon that you and Taehyung often go days without interacting with each other, except for the quick “good morning” and “I’ll be off, bye”. You live your life and Taehyung lives his life and sometimes that means days of no contact between you and him. It wasn’t weird or peculiar or felt wrong, it was just how you and him had always treated your status as roommates. In the beginning when you and him were still shy around each other, it was stronger and quality time together wasn’t really on the agenda. But these days, seven years later and with so many memories connecting you and him, quality time together was on the schedule whenever both of you had time.

Today wasn’t such a day, you had a few errands to run and just came to the kitchen to get breakfast.

“Good morning”, you greet him.

“Oh hey! Morning”, he greets you, lifting his head from his phone. He pushes the plate of hotteok over the table, “I made you breakfast.”

“Wow, thanks you’re an angel”, you say, digging in right away.

Taehyung watches you chew over the brim of his blackframed glasses.

“What’s your plan today?” he asks.

“Oh nothing much, I have to leave in twenty because of errands, but I should be back for dinner.”

“Ah, I see. That’s nice.”

“You?”

“I’m having a lazy day. Charley hasn’t sent me her videos yet so I have to wait for her to send them.”

“Mhm, it’s always the same with her.”

“Yeah, but hey. It’s not my fault, she’s the one paying.”

You chuckle and agree with a nod.

Taehyung worked as a freelance video editor for countless gaming Youtubers. Charley, she played Minecraft videos on her channel, was one of his employers. Taehyung likes to describe his style of editing as sophisticated with a hint of crackhead and it was loved by many viewers, you included.

“Anyways”, you finish your coffee halfway, “I’m already running late, so I gotta go. Bye, see you.”

“Good luck! See you!” Taehyung calls after you.

The kitchen is cleaned when you come home. The counters are wiped and the sink is vast of dishes.

“Huh?” you gasp.

This is the first time in seven years that Taehyung didn’t leave the dishes in the sink. Truly, this is like witnessing the eighth world wonder.

“Taehyung!” you call out, running to his room.

The door is closed so you knock.

“Come in!” he calls out.

“Taehyung.”

He hits save on his keyboard and takes off his headphones. There was his favourite editing program on his screen, which means Charley sent him the videos.

“Yup?” he asks.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Uuuuh yes? I guess? My eyes hurt, but other than that I’m fine. Why?” he says, taking off his glasses to massage his eyes.

“You cleaned the dishes.”

“Ah that”, he laughs shyly, “yeah I did.”

He puts his glasses back on and gives you a proud grin. The kind that makes his cheeks stick out.

You study him from head to toe. This is Taehyung. This is your friend and roommate. And said roommate has cleaned the dishes.

“Thank you, that’s nice of you”, you say, eyeing him suspiciously.

It seems that for a second he is pouting, which confuses you just that much more.

“Of course, don’t mention it”, he murmurs and then turns his attention back to his computer. He huffs out air, hitting the keys rather harshly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm-hm yeah”, he says and nods his head.

“Uuuh, okay”, you back out of his room, “I’ll be making dinner now. Want some?”

“Yup, thank you.”

“Huh, yeah”, you murmur, keeping your eyes locked on his face until the door closes.

So Taehyung did the dishes and then pouted when you thanked him. What does this mean?

The sink isn’t empty the next time Taehyung has dishwasher duty. As a matter of fact, it is basically spilling over in dirty dishes. The view shouldn’t surprise you, but it does because Taehyung left you in the impression that he had changed his habit.

You walk back to the living room where the latter was currently watching something on Netflix.

“Hey uhm Tae?”

“Mhm?”

“The dishes aren’t in the dishwasher yet.”

“Okay? It’s your turn today”, he murmurs.

“Nuh-uh today’s Wednesday, it’s your turn.”

He looks at you with big eyes, “it’s Thursday.”

“No, it’s Wednesday.”

He checks his phone, “crap.”

You have never seen a man stumble off a couch faster than Taehyung. You follow him and watch as he loads the dishwasher in record speed.

“I did it”, he announces, looking at you with big eyes.

“Thank you Tae”, you say and clear your throat. Okay here goes nothing, “good boy.”

He nods his head vigorously, “of course! Don’t mention it!” he exclaims happily and then hurries back to the living room with a happy skip in his steps.

You follow him with your eyes, touching your chest right where your heart is racing. So this just happened. Again.

The next time his dishwasher duty is due the sink is already empty when you enter the kitchen. Taehyung is sitting by the table, looking at his phone. He waits for you to notice the empty sink with bated breath.

“Oh?”

He tenses up.

“You loaded the dishwasher already?”

“Huh?” he turns around, “of course I did”, he says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

“Damn, thanks."

Your eyes meet. He seems to be expecting something. Oh if only his eyes weren’t always so bright and sparkly, maybe then those urges would be easier to bear.

"Good boy”, you murmur and then hurry out of the kitchen with your head hanging low.

Taehyung waits until he can hear your door close and then he giggles, hiding his burning cheeks behind his hands.

In the coming weeks Taehyung surprises you with outstanding domestic skills. He is vacuuming the floors almost daily, he helps you with the laundry, he loads the dishwasher and even takes over your grocery shopping duties.

You can’t quite figure out what caused this change in character, but you knew that he was so precious and so hardworking that you needed to call him a good boy whenever he finished a task. Taehyung never told you that it was weird and you found great enjoyment in those words, so you acted all nonchalant about it, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t figure you out.

It was your one month anniversary of calling Taehyung a good boy whenever he was being productive and you and the man of the hour were currently hunched over a pile of laundry. You on the couch folding socks and Taehyung on the floor folding shirts.

Music is playing. Jazz. Like always when you and him hang out together. Ever since he began helping you fold the laundry, you and him also made it your habit of singing together to the songs. It was always so much fun and made both of you giggle and laugh.

Taehyung finishes another shirt and places it on his shirt pile. He lifts his gaze, looking at you expectantly.

"I'm done. Can I have another shirt?"

"Oh already? Goddamn you’re so fast. Here you go, three more shirts."

"Thank you", Taehyung accepts them and begins folding them, humming happily as he does.

You sneak a glance his way. This new Taehyung is messing with your heart. You began to feel it ever since three weeks. When you look at him, your heart races and when he enters a room you automatically sit up straighter to look prettier for him. You never felt like this before. At least not for him. Yes, you were aware of the fact that Taehyung is single handedly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. But you never felt your heart flutter when you looked at him. And yet ever since three weeks, his presence is haunting your daydreams and his personality is making your heart flutter.

Taehyung places the neatly folded shirt on your shirt pile and begins with folding the next one.

You break your eyes away from him, looking at the socks in your fingers. Your cheeks feel hot, your pulse is racing.

And now look at you, you are stealing glances his way and developed an unhealthy obsession with calling him good boy.

Thump.

"Ah crap", you exclaim, watching the once neatly stacked pile of socks roll all over the floor after you knocked them over with your elbow.

"Don't worry, I’ll fetch them", he says and begins crawling through your living room to collect all of the socks.

You can’t help yourself. You have to stare, gawk at him with your stomach twisting and turning funnily. So not only is Taehyung crawling on the floor like a puppy but he also used the word fetch to describe the action of picking up socks.

It is like he wants to make your life harder, as if he is trying to make you develop very confusing feelings for him.

Taehyung brings over four of the seven pairs, dropping them on your lap. He looks at you with big, round eyes and gives you a smile.

"I...uh.." your voice is hoarse, your pulse irregular.

Taehyung turns and crawls away again, fetching the last three pairs. He works diligently, even going so far as to carry one of them between his teeth.

The sight almost makes you faint. Since when is he so hot?

Taehyung puts the two socks on your lap and then goes to place the last pair right next to your leg with the help of his mouth, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

You gulp, studying his features.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, giving you the impression of a curious puppy.

"Uhm…." you swallow heavily, "good boy."

Taehyung nods his head vigorously and sits back on his heels. His cheeks are crimson. Your face feels on fire.

You avert your gaze back to the socks and take a deep breath.

You sneak a glance his way, realising that he is looking at you. That quickly changes however, his gaze flitting to his lap and cheeks becoming even redder.

You clear your throat, looking at the sock he carried in his mouth. There is a slight wet stain on the fabric where his tongue touched it. You gulp, rubbing your legs together and hoping that Taehyung can’t see it. This is going to haunt you.

It was a Friday. Seven thirty. You and Taehyung are on your way to a shared friend’s house party.

Park Jimin.

He was the one who introduced you and Taehyung to each other and once upon a time he was your third roommate until he found a girlfriend and moved in with her. It was said girlfriend’s birthday today and as a celebration she invited their shared friends over to their place.

You and Taehyung happen to be part of those shared friends and prepared the best present in history for her. That’s what Taehyung called it with a happy grin when he helped you wrap it. You called him a good boy when he helped and it made him gaze at you with his pretty eyes so prettily that you felt dizzy for a second.

Namjoon, yet another shared friend, opens the door.

“Guys! Hey, you’re the last ones to arrive. Like always”, he greets you with a smile.

“I know, blame Tae. He took ages getting ready”, you say, giving Taehyung a teasing pat on the back.

“Hey! You took ages choosing shoes”, he complains with a pout.

You cackle, pulling him closer by his waist, “I know, sorry Tae. I’m just teasing.”

Taehyung sneaks a glance your way and then pats your upper back with a fond smile on his lips.

Namjoon studies you and Taehyung with an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. Him and the other guys are having a bet going on about how long it will take the two of idiots to realise the very obvious feelings both had for the other. That bet was made three years ago and back then Namjoon had said four months. Oh how wrong he was.

“Come in guys, the food’s been ready since ten. We started eating without you, but I know you don’t mind”, he says and then leads you to the kitchen.

"We don’t, I hope you didn’t start unwrapping the presents without us though", you say, walking to the dining room with your hand on Taehyung's lower back.

"No she waited, don’t worry", Namjoon assures you, eyeing your hand with itchy fingertips. He just wants to go over there and make you and Taehyung kiss each other. Oh, he is so angry. How can two people be so oblivious?

"Guys! Finally you are here!" Jimin notices your presence before Namjoon can go through with his plan, "come, sit. We kept you two seats next to each other."

You play charades and trivia after dinner. The teams are separated into pairs of fours. Jimin and his girlfriend teamed up with Seokjin and his wife. Yoongi and Namjoon insisted on being on one team, oh yeah and their wives could join too. Which left you and Taehyung to take up the only other single people in the room, Jungkook and Hoseok. Which was great, because Hoseok was incredible in trivia and Jungkook was an ace in charades. With your impressive acting skills and Taehyung’s wit, your team sure will be unbeatable.

It was Jimin’s turn to act. His keyword was apple and he is doing a terrible job at portraying it. His teammates are yelling everything except the right thing while Jimin grows more and more frustrated with them and the rest of you more and more amused.

“Pumpkin!” Seokjin yells.

“No hyung”, Jimin whines, biting into an invisible apple, “who eats pumpkin like that? Nobody. This is clearly not a pumpkin!”

“Pear!”

“No this-”

“Hey! Park Jimin, no talking”, Yoongi throws in teasingly, making the rest of you cackle.

Jimin gives up in the end and it was your turn to guess. You volunteer to act while the others were guessing and just as you had thought, your team was invincible. You just had to make your first move and Taehyung already screamed the right answer. In the end you ended up guessing ten things and you would have ended up guessing eleven things if the time hadn’t run out.

“Yes!” you and Taehyung high-five each other, keeping your fingers intertwined afterwards as you watch the other group try and beat your highscore.

"Did you see how well I guessed?" Taehyung asks, leaning closer to you.

"I did, you were such a good boy."

Taehyung looks beyond devoted, eyes sparkling and lips parting in a smile. You look at his lips and gulp. He is so close. His lips look so tempting. Oh, what is happening to you?

You don’t see it, but Seokjin and Jimin began whispering to each other. They are currently debating if tonight was the night or not. Jimin says yes, Seokjin says no. Then it was already their turn again after the team before them managed to get six.

“Alright, get ready for a miracle you guys”, Seokjin says.

“Sure I’d like to see you try”, you say, laughing.

In the time the other team needs to land their guesses, Jungkook had stood up to get new drinks for all of you. He hands them out as the game is being played. He reaches your team last, giving Hoseok his drink first.

“Thanks bro”, Hoseok murmurs, eyes glued to Seokjin acting out Gorilla in a Zoo.

“Here noona”, Jungkook says, giving you your glass of mimosa.

“Oh? You made me a drink? Good boy”, you say absentmindedly and accept it. You didn’t even really register what you said, but Jungkook did.

He laughs.

Taehyung’s hand leaves your grasp, which you don’t find peculiar because he often stops holding hands when he feels like it.

“Damn noona, if you keep calling me good boy I’ll start being your butler more often”, Jungkook says.

He was joking and you know that he was joking and so you laugh before rolling your eyes at him. He doesn’t need to know that you idiot called him a good boy because it became such a habit to praise someone after they finished a task. Taehyung made you do it, him and his very productive, cute ass. You are glad that Jungkook saw it as nothing but a joke.

Jungkook laughs too and then turns his attention to Taehyung.

“Here hyung your mimosa”, he says with a smile.

“Thanks”, Taehyung hisses, carrying anger on his features. He downs the drink, grinding his teeth afterwards.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asks.

You look at Taehyung. He notices, jaw tense.

"I'm alright, just alcohol, man."

"I get that", Jungkook agrees and then sits down.

Taehyung scoffs and grinds his teeth. It is the most confusing thing to witness.

That was the moment Taehyung began acting weird for the rest of the night. He didn’t highfive you after winning yet another round of charades, he didn’t even try to guess in the first place and Jungkook had to take over in his state. And later when your category in trivia came up, he excused himself to the toilet and didn’t come back until the round was already over. It was really peculiar because Taehyung loved charades and trivia. It wasn’t like him to act so indifferent about it, but when you asked him if something was bothering him, he denied it. It was truly the most peculiar of things.

It was way past midnight when Jimin sent his guests home. Namjoon and Yoongi shared a cab home, oh yeah and their wives could come too. Seokjin and his wife came by car, taking Hoseok and Jungkook with them. Which leaves you and Taehyung to stumble down the road to find the next cab. You shared it in silence, which wasn’t anything peculiar if Taehyung hadn’t been acting that weirdly the entire night.

"Dog! Called it!" you exclaim, reaching over to pinch his arm.

It was a silly game you and him invented on one of your road trips to the ocean. When you see a dog you have to scream "dog, called it" and then pinch the other. It always manages to make you laugh.

You giggle, looking at Taehyung as you expect him to retort it. That game surely will manage to cheer him up tonight as well.

He however moves his arm away and turns a cold shoulder to you.

Your laughter stops.

He even has his jaw clenched.

"What's wrong? Why are you not laughing?" you ask him.

Taehyung stays silent.

You poke his arm repeatedly.

"What's wrong Tae?" you ask him.

He flinches away, even going so far as to cover his arm with his hand.

"Tell me what's wrong."

He punishes you with silence and a frown.

You huff out air, falling back into your seat.

The rest of your drive you spend in deafening silence.

You and Taehyung share the cab fare. You also walk to the apartment next to each other, but don’t talk. It makes your stomach twist and turn uncomfortably because drunk walks home are usually filled with cackles and silly jokes. But tonight Taehyung stays as silent as a stone.

Taehyung unlocks the door. You use the opportunity to wiggle between him and the door. His eyes lock with yours right away.

"Tell me what's wrong", you order, lulling the words.

Taehyung averts his gaze and tenses his jaw.

"Taehyung please, I hate the silent treatment."

He stays silent.

You touch his chest. It makes him tense and his heart skip a beat.

"What did I do?"

The door unlocks. You stumble closer, running your hands over his neck until you can play with his hair.

"Tell me what I did, please", you whisper, leaning closer. You know that you might be crossing the line right now. You have never been that close to his lips before. But you are drunk and desperate and that was a terrible combination.

Taehyung sneaks a glance at your lips.

"Don't do this, you’re drunk", he presses out, wiggling himself past you into the apartment.

You won’t see him for the rest of the night, locked up in his room he will leave you raking your brain for what you possibly could have done to anger him.

You wake up with the worst hangover in human history. You don’t have to throw up, because that is not your type of hangover, but your head feels like ten air hammers were going off inside of it. You also were very hungry for the greasiest food ever.

Massaging your temples, you drag yourself to Taehyung's room. Sleep must have helped with his bad mood, you are sure of it. He will definitely help you cook if you ask him.

You knock twice, not really expecting an answer because if he didn’t want you to enter he would say no.

But because you don’t hear a no, you enter.

The room smells of alcohol and not enough oxygen. Taehyung is slumbering with his body buried under the blanket. Only his left foot was sticking out.

"Taehyung", you greet him, plopping down on his body, "wake up Tae."

Taehyung groans.

"I'm so hungover", you grumble, wiggling on top of him.

It earns you another very sleepy groan by him.

"And I'm so hungry too, oh my god", you whine to which Taehyung hums tiredly.

You pat his back and roll off of him. You are facing him that way. With one gentle tug on the blanket you expose his face to your view. He has his eyes closed, drooling from his parted lips. His cheek is squished and his hair ruffled.

"Noo, too bright", he whines, reaching for the blanket but in his delirious state misses. So he drops his hand on the mattress, furrowing his brows and pouting.

"Tae, I want greasy fries with burgers. Help me make them."

He reaches for the blanket again.

"Make them yourself", he grumbles, tugging the blanket back over his face.

You still, blinking in confusion. Since when is he refusing to help?

You try to tug the blanket down again, but Taehyung is stronger, keeping it on his face. You give up with a huff of air, dropping your hand on the mattress and pouting.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He hides more of his face behind the blanket.

"What the hell?" you whine, "what did I do?"

Taehyung gives you the perfect silent treatment. And by perfect we mean that not even his breathing was audible.

"What did I do?" you stress, shaking him by his arm.

Taehyung just flips over, presenting his back to you.

"You are so mean, I don’t even know what I did wrong", you press out, rolling out of his bed to storm out of his room. You slam the door as you leave it.

You ignore each other for the rest of the day. Taehyung also refuses to help multiple times. When you ask him for help with the laundry, he says he is busy. When you ask him for assistance with hanging the curtains, he tells you that you can handle it alone. And when you ask him to vacuum the floors, he straight up says no and then leaves for a run (he hates runs).

It continues the next day. Taehyung doesn’t even help you prepare breakfast, let alone make a little lunchbox for later. You have a horrible time during your errands because of it.

You come home grumpy and annoyed. The pile of old newspapers, you asked him to throw out, was still resting beside the door.

"Taehyung!" you call out angrily.

You know that he was home because his shoes were here. He doesn’t answer you.

You stomp off to his room angrily, calling out his name again.

He lifts his gaze from his game when he notices you come in, but shifts it back to it a second later.

"I don't know what shitass game you are playing, but you can stop with it", you spit.

"Actually, Battlefield is a really fun game", he murmurs coldly, eyes racing over the screen.

You round his table in heavy steps, placing yourself right beside him. His character was currently running through some fields.

"Stop playing."

"No."

"Well, I’m not gonna have this conversation with you if you gawk at this screen."

"Then don’t have it, what do I care?"

"What the hell man? What’s your problem?"

He stays silent. From his headphones you hear faint gunshots as he fires at some enemies.

"Your behaviour lately isn’t okay."

He lifts his brows but it looked more mocking than acknowledging.

"Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you."

Taehyung doesn’t grant you a look.

"Taehyung."

Silence. All you can hear are his teammates.

"Yo man, is that your girlfriend?" "Why are you ignoring your girl dude?" "Bro, yoooo. Trouble in paradise." Someone laughs.

"Shut up", Taehyung says into the microphone and mutes it afterwards.

The laughter in his headphones grows. Taehyung just frowns.

"Taehyung what did I do? Why are you punishing me with silence and laziness?"

"Can I play my game please?"

"No! Why are you doing this to me? What did I do? I asked you to please throw those magazines away and you didn’t. Why are you doing this?"

He sneaks a glance your way.

"If you want them gone so badly, ask Jungkook. I'm sure he'll be happy to help."

You close your mouth, blinking at him in utter confusion.

"What…..the hell….what does Jungkook have to do with this?"

Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and turns back to his game. He turns the volume of it up, drowning out your voice.

You leave his room, feeling close to tears in frustration and with your head aching as it is trying to come up with answers. You spend the rest of your sad night reliving the events of the house party over and over again.

You knock twice. It was eight past one and you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts kept you awake. You weren’t any wiser than five hours ago.

You enter his room on your tiptoes. Taehyung was still gaming, having exchanged his contact lenses for his glasses by now. Faint gunshots were dancing in the air. He sees you come in, but doesn’t acknowledge you.

"Taehyung", you murmur sadly.

He ignores you.

"I can't sleep."

He ignores you.

"I can't figure out what you meant by it."

He ignores you.

You crawl on his lap, which makes Taehyung inhale sharply and his eyes flit to you for only a moment.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks as this was something you had never done before. Except once when you and him waited for a cab after getting drunk in a club. It was a very weird evening, very confusing as well, so you and Taehyung agreed on never ever talking about it again.

You ignore his question and wiggle yourself between his arms, plopping your head down on his chest. He smells so nice even when you are still frustrated with him. His heart was also beating surprisingly quickly.

"Please tell me. Please", you beg, voice dripping in exhaustion.

He ignores you, shifting on his chair. You can hear his teammates again.

“Yo bro is your girl back?” “Are you guys still fighting?” “She’s on your lap, isn’t she?”

He mutes his microphone without answering them.

“Dude, just muted his mic.” “You think they’re fucking now?” “Definitely, bet she needs to take that anger out.” Someone says “eww sex before marriage” before cackling loudly.

You truly try to ignore them because you are pretty sure that Taehyung isn’t aware of the fact that you can hear them. Holy fuck though, your stomach is twisting in the funniest of ways.

Taehyung shifts and clears his throat rather awkwardly. You sneak a glance up at him, realising that he is looking at you. Your stomach tingles, your heart skips a beat.

“Tell me Tae. Was it because of the charades we played?"

"No."

"Then the trivia?"

"No."

"Taehyung seriously, just tell me", you say, almost sobbing the words.

He stays silent for a moment. The gunshots stop and turn into the roaring of a tank.

"I'm literally begging you", you try, resting your head back on his chest and hooking your fingers behind his neck. You were being so greedy right now, holding him as if he was your boy. You know that it was wrong to do, especially in such a serious situation, but oh my god you were so tired and exhausted and he feels so warm and smells so nice and comforts you so much.

Taehyung inhales. It makes your head lift with it. Then he exhales, making your head sink with it.

"I thought you meant it and yet you just say it to everybody."

"What's it? What are you talking about?"

"Good boy."

"Good boy?" you lift your head, "what the hell do you mean good boy? What does Jungkook have to do with this? Why are you-" you stop as everything inside your brain falls into place.

How Taehyung became more active in the household ever since you started to call him a good boy. How he waited for that praise with sparkling eyes. How you called Jungkook a good boy on instinct and how Taehyung began to act weird ever since then.

"Holy shit Tae. You-", you clear your terribly dry throat, "-did you take this seriously?"

His eyes are on his game in an instant. He looks beyond embarrassed.

"Wait, hold up, wait. You took this seriously didn’t you? You thought that I was being serious."

He grows smaller on the chair, features filling with heartbreak.

"Holy shit, you saw more behind it. Didn’t you?"

"Please leave", he presses out with a shaky voice.

"You thought that I was being serious and when I called Kook a good boy too, you felt your whole worldview shatter. It's that, isn’t it? That’s why you’re mad at me because I called Kook a good boy."

"Leave, please."

"No, I’m not gonna leave. Not when you drop that bomb of a secret on my lap. Taehyung look at me."

Taehyung shakes his head.

"Look at me."

He shifts his gaze, locking eyes with you. You take a deep breath.

"Good boy", you say, watching his reaction.

He tries not to show it but his breathing quickens and his legs squirm under your weight.

He scoffs and looks away.

"You're so mean", he whispers.

"I'm serious."

Taehyung looks at you in confusion.

"What does this mean to you? Do you see it as something more?" you ask him.

He looks away and begins playing his game. He is frowning as he does.

"Taehyung my dude, I am literally trying to fix this here. But if you keep giving me the silent treatment, I can't."

He grinds his teeth.

"What good does it do for you to ignore me? You don’t even know my stance on this whole thing."

He shifts his eyes to you.

"Does it mean more to you?"

He looks back at his game. He nibbles on his lower lip nervously and nods his head.

"Holy crap."

Silence. The screaming and fighting of the game feels taunting in the silence. Looking at Taehyung feels different all of a sudden. Exciting. It feels exciting to look at him. You squeeze his thighs between your legs as you shift on his lap. You touch him, making him tense up. His chest then up to his shoulders. Lingering. Taehyung takes quick breaths, mirroring your own breathing.

"Is this a kink thing or a romantic thing?" you ask him, staring at his lips.

"Both", his voice was so inaudible that it looked like he was merely mouthing the word.

"Goddamn."

Taehyung shifts uncomfortably. You are suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you are sitting on his lap and that he has his arms around you and that you are touching him. Taehyung likes you and likes being called good boy. You did things to him whenever you called him those two words. Holy shit.

“Are you into me, Tae?”

He looks at you and frowns angrily.

“Can you just piss off? Stop making fun of me, it hurts me” he hisses and pushes you not so softly. It is obvious that he is very embarrassed right now.

You hook your fingers behind his neck.

“I’m into you”, you tell him.

Taehyung stops pushing you, blinking in confusion.

"And I called you good boy because I have a thing for it”, you confess, looking at his lips, “and maybe that was my secret yet very selfish attempt to pretend like we were more than friends.”

Taehyung gawks at you with widened eyes.

"You never corrected me or told me to stop and in those moments….” you touch his neck tentatively, “…in those moments I liked to pretend as if we were dating.”

Taehyung's mouth falls open.

"I actually joked when I called Kook a good boy, but yours…", you lean in closer, "...yours meant more."

He lets out a breathy laugh.

“Are you messing with me?” he asks, voice shaking in excitement.

“No, I’m serious”, you answer him, mesmerised by his lips.

Taehyung licks his lips and swallows heavily.

“Holy fuck ___”, he rasps, reaching for your face. He cups it in his big hands, running his thumbs over your cheekbones.

You lean closer, pulse racing in your chest and lips aching for a taste of him.

“Are you into me, Tae?” you rasp.

He tilts his head up, dark eyes glued to your lips.

“I’m so fucking into you”, he whispers.

You feel your stomach tingle and your heart flutter. You let out a soft moan, twisting your fingers in his hair.

"Me too, I’m so into you Tae", you breathe.

"Fuck ___ kiss me please", Taehyung moans softly, resting his hand on the back of your head.

You sigh his name and draw closer,

“Yo Taehyung, what are you doing man? You’re getting absolutely wrecked.” “He’s probably balls deep inside his girl.” "Oh they’re making babies right now, ohohoho."

You stop, looking into his eyes, “you know that I can hear your friends, don’t you?”

“You can?” he gasps, widening his eyes in shock.

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Fuck.”

He clicks a few buttons, leaving the game. You chuckle, taking the headphones off for him. He seems just slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.

“Sorry, they’re really childish sometimes.”

“It’s fine. You told them I’m your girl though?”

“I-I w-wasn’t I uh…sorry?”

“It's fine, kinda hot actually”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair before twisting it at the back and making him tilt his head up.

Taehyung lets out a soft moan, cupping your face between his big hands. He feels electric. You’re on his lap, touching him. This feels like ecstacy.

“Do you still want to kiss me, Tae?” you ask him, inches away from your sweetest temptation.

“Yeah, so fucking bad", he says, erasing the distance more and more.

“Tae…” you moan softly before claiming his lips in a passionate yet shy kiss.

He sighs your name, chasing you when you break the kiss a second later. Your eyes race between his'. You just kissed him. This actually just happened. You giggle, stumbling into another kiss. It is deeper than before, lasts longer too. You sigh and moan. You are kissing Taehyung. You are feeling his pretty, amazing, perfect lips in a kiss. You spent so many secret seconds gazing at them longingly and now you can finally kiss them. It makes you so, so happy.

And it turns you on. You are so turned on that it physically hurts to hold back and not rip the clothes off his stupidly hot body. Instead you run your hands over his torso, lingering on his lower stomach suspiciously long.

Taehyung sighs, rolling his hips to chase your touch. His heart is going haywire in his chest. He spent so many hours daydreaming about your kiss and now he experiences it. None of those daydreams could have ever prepared him for the real thing. This is epic and amazing and Taehyung feels hot between his legs.

You lift yourself only to be able to scoot closer. You sit down inches away from his crotch, grinding against his thigh. He moans, wrapping his arms around your body. The muscles in his arms tense and relax, his hands are running along the paths of your back. It is like he had wanted to touch you that way for ages and now that he finally can, he doesn’t quite know where to start.

You break the kiss just barely.

“I’m so into you Tae”, you rasp, twisting his hair at the nape of his neck, “seriously so fucking into you. I wanted to kiss you so many times before.”

“Me too”, he whispers, chasing your lips. He is successful, you let him kiss you gladly, moaning his name while pressing yourself closer to his chest.

Your heartbeats are matching in speed and somehow it draws you even closer. You swirl your hips over his crotch, barely using any pressure. He shivers, grabbing your ass unapologetically. The chair squeaks with each movement, the leather croaks as Taehyung squirms in the seat. You can see the lights change behind your closed eyelids, from silver to purple. You know that this means his screensaver just turned on, now illuminating your bodies in a sinful light.

You break the kiss, gazing at his illuminated features. There in the right corner of his lenses the screen was reflected. Purple screensaver. Just as you had thought. There was also the faint glimmering of his rainbow keyboard in the reflection.

"You're the hottest man ever, Tae", you whisper the words you had always wanted to tell him.

"I'm wearing my glasses though."

"That changes nothing", you breathe and touch his neck, "Tae...kiss me Tae."

He hooks his fingers behind your head and pulls you into a kiss, closing his eyes before your lips even touch. You sigh his name, finding his rhythm after a few seconds. Slow but oh so desperate. You are desperate too, getting lost in him until there is no going back. Moaning, you press yourself closer, making his growing hardness brush against your core.

“Mhm”, he lets out, gasping for air between kisses. You answer him with a slow roll of your hips, eliciting another moan from him.

You break the kiss because you just needed to look at him.

“Do you want this Tae?” you ask him.

“Yes. You?”

“Yes, so much”, you say.

“Fuck ___”, he rasps, hooking his arms under your legs and standing up to walk to his bed.

You giggle and kiss him needily, arms hooked behind his neck and fingers in his hair. His hands feel big and hot on your ass, holding you safely. His arms are tensed, making the sleeves of his tee stretch just slightly. He moves smoothly, taking the right steps in order not to bump into his furniture.

The kiss breaks as he sets you down on the mattress. He gives you enough time to make yourself comfortable on his pillows, crawling on top of you afterwards and lowering himself for another kiss.

You welcome him in your arms happily, running your fingers from his hair down to his ass repeatedly all while Taehyung is grinding his hips into yours in a steady rhythm. You are growing wetter by the second, his cock feels amazing against your core. Tongues are dancing with each other, your hands are busy with exploring his torso. It leaves your fingers tingling. He feels so good under your touch.

You and him break the kiss just to breathe. He smiles, you retort it. Then he is already kissing you again, sighing your name before parting his lips for your tongue.

You feel your veins fill with him. He tastes so much better than you could have ever dreamed of. Sweet. Like the candy he snacked on. And yet somehow there is a hint of Taehyung to the taste. It is a taste impossible to describe, all that was important was its addicting nature.

Taehyung moans into your mouth, rolling you and him over. He drags you on top of his lap. Like this you are resting against his chest, giving his rapidly hardening cock slow grinds while he is able to squeeze and massage your ass.

You roll your hips, Taehyung groans and bucks his hips up, chasing your warmth.

“Fuck”, you break the kiss, “I need you so bad.”

“T-the feeling’s mutual”, he presses out, fighting for air when you grind your hot core over his cockhead.

“Yeah? Wanna fuck?”

“Please.”

Your eyes meet. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks slightly rosy.

"This is like the weirdest shit we've ever said to each other", he says.

"Agreed. You want this, don’t you?"

"Of course, I’m just trying to make sense of it."

"Me too. Fuck Tae, you’re so hot", you tell him and sit back on his lap. You hook your fingers in the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head, doing so with an arch of your back. You are trying to give him a show.

“Okay, holy fuck”, Taehyung gasps, very much affected by said show as he feels his cock throb at the view of your naked breasts.

You shake your head twice to fix your messy hair and then throw the shirt on his floor. You sit back, keeping your back straight. He is gawking at your tits, having his hands pressed to his chest in tiny fists as if he was too afraid to touch you.

Adorable but also very hot.

“Your turn”, you tell him.

“O-okay”, Taehyung obeys, taking off his shirt as quickly as possible. He discards it on his floor then goes to fix his messy hair with his fingers. It is slightly tousled at the top, it suits him. Then he looks at you with big eyes.

You smirk, “good boy.”

Taehyung exhales shakily, squirming under your weight. Even his cock throbs in his grey sweats. You watched it happening and felt new arousal soak your panties.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” you ask him.

He nods his head vigorously, “c-can, can I show you something?” he stutters.

“Of course, show me.”

“I need to get up for a moment.”

You roll off his lap, resting back on his mattress. Taehyung stumbles to his closet and opens the left door. He pulls out the lowest drawer and takes out a black velvet bag. His hands are shaking slightly as he carries it back to bed.

“What’s in there?” you ask him.

“M-my weirdest secret. P-please don’t judge me”, he stutters.

“I’m not, show me.”

Taehyung opens the bag and reaches inside. He takes a deep breath, looking at your face. You are completely mesmerised by the bag. He exhales and then tugs whatever he was hiding to the light.

“Holy fuck.”

A black leather collar with silver metal accents and a big ring in the front. There was also a matching leather leash in his hand and two floppy dog ear hair clips. They matched his hair colour perfectly.

“I know it’s weird”, he murmurs shyly.

You literally feel how you have to rub your legs together, how your pussy throbs and how your skin prickles.

“Taehyung, holy fucking shit”, you press out, stumbling on his lap messily. You cup his face and kiss him sloppily.

He gasps, dropping what he was holding to hold your waist instead. He was ready for everything, he was ready for you to tell him that you changed your mind and that he was weird, he was ready for you to stand up and leave without saying another word, he was ready for being judged just as he always was. But he was not ready for you to kiss him as if your life depended on it and for you to rub your naked tits against his chest as if it was your only purpose. Taehyung feels breathless. You are into his weird kink.

"Fucking hell Tae, I’m so turned on", you moan and kiss him again.

Taehyung feels dizzy. His nipples are hardened, rubbing against the soft swell of your breasts. It makes his toes curl and his hands grope your perfect ass unapologetically.

You press yourself closer. You are so obsessed with him. He truly couldn’t get any better. Oh, how many men looked at you weirdly when you told them about your kink. And then there is Taehyung, presenting you the most beautiful leash and collar you have ever seen and on top of that, the cutest and fluffiest puppy ears you have ever seen.

"I'm so wet, you make me so wet", you pant, sucking his tongue into your mouth and making him moan throatily.

Your sensitive nipples feel like they are on fire, rubbing over his pecs. His chest has always been your weakness, but tonight it is ruining you. He is shirtless and you are shirtless and holy fuck you are so into him.

Taehyung presses you closer. Somewhere on your stomach you can feel cold metal dig into your skin and you know it to be the ring of his collar.

“Taehyung”, you moan, biting down on his lower lip.

Taehyung mewls, bucking his hips up.

You release his lip with a growl, dragging your thumb over the pulsating skin.

“You are literally such a good boy.”

He widens his eyes and breathes out shakily.

“Seriously, I’ve never been hornier before”, you say, abandoning his lips to dance your fingers down his torso.

He just keeps looking at you, doing so with awed devotion. That soon changes however when he hears the very familiar jingle of his collar being picked up. He sneaks a glance down, moaning loudly. His legs are restless underneath you, his chest heaves up and down quickly. The collar looks so good in your hands.

“Can I put this on you, puppy?”

Taehyung nods his head obediently, huffing out air as if he was a happy dog.

“Good boy”, you praise, placing the soft leather on his neck.

His eyes flutter closed, his lips parting in a moan. He is so excited that he begins soaking his sweats. It seeps right through your pants as well, lingering on your inner thigh like a wet stain of passion.

“Is it too tight?” you make sure as you secure the strap.

“No”, his voice is so raspy that it is barely recognizable. His hands are caressing your hips with utter devotion.

“Perfect”, you say and tug on the ring playfully.

Taehyung moans, tilting his head back slightly. He is looking at you, breathing quickly with the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips.

“You’re so hot”, you tell him.

He rubs his legs together.

"Can I put the ears on you?"

"Yes please", he pleads, presenting his empty hair to you.

You work with trembling fingers. Truly they have never trembled as much before. Just twice perhaps, once when you drank too much coffee and the second time was before your finals. This trembling surpasses both of those occasions however.

You are shirtless with Taehyung and put puppy ears on him. This is so exciting!

Taehyung lifts his head once the ears are on, giving you his best puppy face.

"Holy fuck", you murmur, feeling yourself get drawn in, "you are so cute! And hot! Oh my god, such a good boy!" you exclaim, feeling up his neck and shoulders.

Taehyung chases your touch greedily, gazing at you as if you were his epiphany. He is so happy and giddy inside.

“Can you follow commands?”

He grows restless at your question, nodding his head just once.

“Yeah? So you’re a well-trained puppy?”

He mewls softly, fighting with the urge to palm his cock over his sweats.

You get off his lap and turn to face him completely, sitting down on your feet. He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy, making his floppy ears wiggle.

“Sit.”

Taehyung lets out a shy sound, which can only be interpreted as a tiny bark, and acts quickly. He stumbles to his knees and sits down on his heels. His balled fists are pressed into the mattress, his devoted eyes are looking at you.

“Good boy.”

He barks softly and sticks his tongue out slightly.

“Down.”

He obeys without question, lowering his torso to the mattress. He is resting in child's pose, toned back heaving up and down quickly. You swallow down the suffocating excitement in your throat and reach out to pet his hair.

Taehyung whimpers happily, wiggling his butt.

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, voice shaking in arousal.

Taehyung makes a happy sound, nuzzling his face into the mattress.

"Roll over."

Taehyung obeys gladly, rolling on his back. He keeps his arms tugged to his chest and his legs folded by his knees. His dark hair is sprawled on the mattress, hiding his floppy puppy ears. His sparkling eyes are glued to your face, looking so cutely devoted. He looks so tempting in this position as if he was just waiting for you to ruin him.

"Good boy", you praise, rubbing his tummy.

Taehyung wiggles happily, arching his back to chase your touch. His skin is burning up, his head is dizzy in the best way possible.

"Such a good boy", you rasp, eyes lingering on his hard cock. It takes everything inside of you not to slip your hand inside his sweats and jerk him off quickly. But you can’t give in that quickly. Not when you have just learned how much fun playing with him is.

You give his head soft pets then pull your hand away to present your open palm to him.

“Sit", you order.

He sits up, lips parted as he breathes through his mouth quickly. He is perfect in his position, not even one little detail is different from before. Except perhaps that the stain in his sweats grew quite impressively.

“Paw.”

Taehyung lifts his fist and places it in your ready palm.

“You are literally such a good boy”, you say and pet his hair with your free hand, “such a good boy, you’re such a good boy.”

Taehyung wiggles his butt, jumping around on the mattress like a dog that is happy to be praised by his owner. He even lets out little barks and whimpers, nudging your palm every so often.

“Who’s a good boy?” you coo, “yeah you’re a good boy.”

Taehyung huffs out air happily and leans in to lick your cheek. You giggle, falling down as he attacks your face with sloppy kisses and soft licks.

“God Tae, this tickles”, you laugh, tugging at his hair softly.

Taehyung whimpers happily and nuzzles his face into your neck. He sucks and nibbles on your skin, forcing hot bolts of electricity through your body.

“Tae”, you gasp and moan unapologetically loudly, arching your back into him. This surprised you. Your neck is your weakness. Well, most people’s weakness is their neck, but you are especially sensitive there. You quite literally feel short of breath from his mouth.

He moans softly, swirling his tongue to your ear to bite down on your earlobe.

“Fucking hell, that feels amazing”, you breathe, rolling your head to the side.

Your hands are resting on his back, taking in the shifts and changes of his muscles. Your breasts are still rubbing against his chest, his warm skin still feels like heaven on your hardened nipples. And yet nothing can beat the sensations your neck currently experiences as Taehyung releases your earlobe to flick his tongue down your veins. You mewl, encouraging him with an arch of your back.

Taehyung however, isn’t satisfied yet. He kisses his way down to your collarbones, nibbling on them softly while giving you his cutest growl ever. You tingle all over. Taehyung continues his path, kissing a wet path down to your tits. He cups them in his big hands before burying his face in them.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask in a laugh, looking down at him.

He lifts his head, “appreciating you”, he says, locking his lips around one of your nipples afterwards.

“Taehyung, ah god, Tae”, you moan, dropping your head back into the mattress. You arch and squirm, feeling your veins tingle in his touch.

He moans and releases your nipple to flick his tongue over it in fast, sloppy licks. Your sounds of pleasure are like music to his ears. He takes in your other nipple and sucks on it eagerly.

“Fucking good boy”, you groan.

Taehyung whimpers, rolling his hips into the side of your leg. He doesn’t stop, he just continues chasing the friction while his tongue is busy licking your swollen pebble. Those two words seriously turn him on so much. Paired with the familiar weight of his collar and the soft tug on his hair by his ears and Taehyung feels himself fall into his favourite headspace with everything he has to offer. And he feels safe doing so because you make him feel so appreciated and attractive.

He breaks away from you, panting with his tongue sticking out.

“You taste so good”, he rasps.

You rub your legs together, touching his face almost desperately. He leans into the touch, wiggling his butt a few times.

"Seriously Tae I'm so into you", you pant. You run your fingers down his face, touching his collar.

Taehyung whimpers, leaning closer to make it easier for you.

“Look at you leaning in. Good boy”, you praise, exploring the shape of his metal eyelets.

He barks quietly, growing restless again.

“Uh-nuh. Behave. Sit.”

He sits down on his heels in an instant. He seems so perfectly obedient. The only thing which had changed were his hands. While they had rested on the mattress as perfectly balled fists before, they are now twisting the sheets.

“Good boy”, you praise.

His cock twitches.

You get on your knees and shimmy closer to him, keeping your fingers glued to his collar. You make sure that you tickle his neck every now and then. He shivers and moans.

“You look so perfect in your collar”, you say, outlining it gently, "where did you get it?"

"Internet. A p-page for puppy players."

"Fuck", you lock eyes with him, "you're seriously so hot", you rasp and hook your finger in the ring.

You tug him closer to you.

Taehyung moans desperately, voice breaking at the end. He is chasing you, clasping the blanket so tightly his knuckles turn white. Oh if only you knew just how much this simple gesture affects him.

“Paw”, you order, keeping a tight grip on the ring. Just one more time you want to experience his perfectly trained obedience.

Taehyung obeys with a moan, eyes locked on yours obsessively. They are so hazy and glassy, you could honestly get obsessed with that view.

“Good boy.”

He huffs out air and wiggles his butt twice.

“Now tell me, does the puppy accept treats?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Yes? What type of treats?”

“Pussy.”

Your eyes widen, your head feels dizzy.

“Fucking hell Tae.”

He just sticks his tongue out innocently and gives you a little bark.

“We should have done this so much sooner”, you whisper, tugging on his ring again.

“Ah”, he lets out, tilting his head back.

“Do you want a treat, puppy?”

He nods his head, growing restless.

He is fascinating. Not only because he is normally such a dorky and sweet man and not in a million would you have thought him able to talk about puppy play and pussy so freely. But also because he is truly the only man who has managed to get you soaking wet without actually really touching you.

"Sit on the floor", you order him.

Taehyung turns and crawls off the bed, doing so more like a human than a dog but he looked hot nonetheless. He drops to the floor, taking on his well-practiced waiting position.

His eyes are glued to you, his lips parted slightly. Oh how quickly he is breathing, becoming visibly more excited when you begin taking off your sweats.

You throw them on the floor, sneaking a glance his way.

"This is kinda making me nervous", you confess and giggle, "you're gonna see my pussy soon."

Taehyung lowers his eyes and blushes.

"It's so wild to imagine", you say crawling closer to him.

"It's really exciting too", he says and licks his lips.

"It really is", you agree, lying down and propping up your legs at the edge of the bed.

Taehyung lifts his head, moaning desperately at the view. Your pussy hidden behind pink cotton panties and your legs so spread open. This is the kind of view he imagined in the darkest and most hidden secret of the night. And now he really experiences it.

"Wow", he lets out, feeling his mouth water for what was to come. Your panties are so soaked. It looks even better in real life than it did in his imagination. Taehyung palms his cock. He can’t wait to taste it.

You lift your head, eyes sparkling in anticipation and happiness.

"Go on puppy, get your treat", you say, voice quivering.

Taehyung springs into action, connecting his lips with your inner thigh first. He kisses you with devotion, running his hands up and down your legs at the same time.

His touch is amazing, managing to calm down your racing heart and make it flutter for different reasons. It’s been too long since someone dedicated himself to your pussy. You are so excited.

Taehyung changes legs, placing his first kiss just slightly closer to your pussy than he did with the other leg. You part your legs on instinct, sighing when he sucks on your skin without bruising it.

"That's so good", you whisper, relaxing more and more the longer he touches you.

You have always loved his hands. They are beautiful and elegant and just perfectly proportionate. And on top of it all, they are always gentle in the way they hold things.

Feeling them run along your legs until they reach the hem of your panties is a sensation however which manages to steal your every sanity. So he is gentle in the bedroom too.

"May I take them off?" he asks.

You lift your hips, gulping nervously when Taehyung undresses you. He folds your panties carefully before guiding them to his lips. With his eyes glued to your face he places a soft kiss on the fabric.

"Damn", you murmur, squirming because his gesture turns you on.

Taehyung smiles and places your panties on the bed beside you. He was using his mouth to do it, giving you a shy bark afterwards.

"Goddamn, you’re literally so hot", you say and groan, "fuck Tae, I’m so wet."

Taehyung growls playfully, sticking out his tongue.

"You can look."

His eyes land on your pussy, widening in amazement.

"Wow, perfect", he whispers, looking completely in awe, "can I?"

"Yes", you allow him, feeling beyond excited.

Taehyung sticks his tongue out and dives down.

"Yes, ah puppy…"

He kisses you first, caressing your hips while his lips run over your soaked core. His kisses are sloppy, ending on a quick suck before he moves on to the next spot.

It leaves you feeling so warm and sensitive. It's been too long. It’s really been too long.

Taehyung moans quietly and kisses your clit. A flinch runs through you. His lips are so soft, the result of the slow suck they give you goes so deep. Warm and constant.

Taehyung lifts his head for just a second, using it to catch his breath and look at your face. Not that he sees much of it in his position. Especially now that you are resting back. All he can really see is your stomach heaving up and down in quick pants and the way your thighs are slightly tensed.

He goes down on you again, finally adding tongue not only to really taste you but most importantly to please you even better.

"Yes, puppy oh god that’s it", you moan, feeling every single one of his slow, calculated licks.

Up and down your folds, cleaning you off your juices all while making you more and more sensitive. He puts more pressure into his licks whenever he reaches your clit, lingering for a few more seconds before going down again. Slow and calculated, each movement is placed with intent.

"Keep going puppy", you sigh, parting your legs just slightly to make it more comfortable.

Taehyung moans and closes his eyes. He loves eating pussy. Eating your pussy however? This is an experience he can only bask in with his eyes closed. He doesn’t want it to be soiled by anything else. Just him, his tongue and your pussy.

Taehyung moans again and begins sucking on your clit. It makes you mewl and your thighs shake. So Taehyung does it again, feeling you shake under his fingertips and tasting more of your sweetness on his tongue.

"Good boy, such a good boy", you praise, voice pitched in pleasure.

You believed Taehyung to eat pussy messily. Now, the Taehyung you have known for seven years, you believed to have a more refined technique (yes you thought of that sometimes). But puppy Taehyung you truly thought capable of acting his nature and flicking his tongue all over your middle. You were wrong and you won’t complain.

Taehyung eats pussy and he makes it a luxurious experience for you. Truly, you feel so spoiled under his tongue, sighing his name like it was the sweetest sound.

Taehyung releases your clit again and begins drawing circles on it. His long finger slips inside of you as he begins, forcing you to twist the sheets.

"Don't stop, that's it."

It goes so deep, has the perfect thickness. He pumps it in and out of you slowly, wanting to make you feel every movement all whilst feeling up your warm, wet walls and wishing that his cock could replace his finger.

And while he continues fingering you in worldchanging ways, his tongue returns to giving you slow licks up and down your clit. All of the sensations combined send a constant stream of warmth through your lower body. It became hotter than it was in the beginning. Just as his touches feel more intense too.

You know that Taehyung hasn’t really changed much about them, but instead he managed to get you to a point where one wrong touch could send you over a messy edge.

But not with Taehyung. Although his eyes are closed he is keeping careful watch of your every change. He feels that if he curls his finger upwards you flinch before clenching around him rhythmically. He feels that if he speeds up his tongue, you clench around him the same way. And when he combines both touches you lift your hips for a moment and let out a blissed-out moan.

Taehyung gives you a second to relax, returning to pumping his finger in and out of you while giving your clit slow puppy licks.

"G-good boy", you stutter, finding it so incredibly hard to talk when he steals your words so well. But you want to praise him, because he was so deserving of the praise.

Taehyung moans and whimpers, curling his finger and speeding up his tongue. It makes you moan and tense, but Taehyung changed his pattern for more selfish reasons. Those words. Oh how he is craving for another melody of them.

"Good boy, oh Tae - ah, good. Boy."

Taehyung moans right with you, slipping his hand inside his sweats to grab his cock messily. This is the best day of his life. You calling him good boy when he is in his gear, you allowing him to taste your sweet pussy, you liking him back. Taehyung couldn’t possibly exist any longer without touching himself.

So he does. He takes out his cock and runs his left hand over it in quick, desperate motions. It feels so good, leaves him wanting to please you even more just so he can be treated to more of your taste.

Taehyung stops his finger and begins solely curling it, hearing how this changes your sounds in pitch. He slows down his tongue until it is solely resting against you and then begins grinding it back and forth, nodding his head as he does.

"Okay hah!" you moan and laugh breathlessly, "I'm-" your voice cuts off, instead you grab for a bundle of his hair to twist it. Your fingers brushed against his puppy ears as you did, reminding you just how sexy the whole situation was.

"Puppy...ah….good...boy", you press out, meeting his tongue through slow rolls of your hips.

Taehyung mewls, returning to dancing his tongue all over your clit in quick circles. His finger he still keeps perfectly pressed against your magical spot. The tug on his hair motivates him so much, makes the hand around his cock feel just that much better.

"Slow Tae, slow", you murmur, feeling your lower stomach tense more and more. This is going to be it, if he doesn’t stop soon you will cum all over his mouth.

"Puppy wants Mommy’s cum", he lulls and returns to his place between your legs.

"Urgh fuuck", you groan, feeling the effect his words have on you. You can’t even stop it. Your high rolls over you, leaving you gasping for air whilst almost ripping his hair out. It sits so deep, feels so hot and like every single muscle in your lower body is never going to stop tensing again.

"Crap! Yes urgh", you come down in a groan, arching off the mattress just once before dropping on it. You are breathing quickly, staring at the ceiling with glassy, unfocused eyes. So this just happened.

Wow.

Taehyung just ate your pussy and made you cum.

This really happened.

Taehyung did that. You did that. The both of you did that.

Wow.

"Wow", you say and take a deep breath, "that was fucking incredible."

Taehyung just made you cum with his tongue.

Taehyung just had his mouth all over your pussy.

This sound surreal to you and yet it happened. Something so intimate, so beyond intimate, just happened.

"I can't believe it. This was amazing", you confess. You lift your head wondering what he is doing when you neither hear nor feel him get back up on the mattress with you.

He is gazing at you, glasses fogged up, lower face glistening in your orgasm and balled fists pressed into the floor. You don’t know of the naughty deed he did as he made a proper job of stuffing his still very hard and needy cock back into his sweats, to you he is simply the obedient puppy, waiting for your command.

“Come up here, puppy.”

He breaks out of his trance, moving quickly. He gets on the mattress and then into waiting position again. His sweats are soaked. It looks like he already orgasmed (oh if only you knew how close he actually came). His cock is straining against the material, tempting you oh so perfectly.

"You called me the M-word."

"Sorry. Too far?"

"No. Do not stop. I am so into this."

He nods his head and gives you an obedient bark. It makes his puppy ears flop around.

“Good boy.”

He twists the sheets, the dark stains on his pants grow.

“But fuck”, you sigh and drop your head into his pillow, “you just wrecked me.”

“Was I good?”

“Yes, you were a good boy.”

He lets out a laughed moan.

You sneak a glance his way. He looks so desperate, hand hovering above his clothed cock and body squirming. You pick up his leash then, playing with it mindlessly. Taehyung mewls and keens, rubbing his legs together while twisting the sheets.

“Do you jerk off with it?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he presses out, eyeing the leash.

“How often?”

“A-almost every time.”

“That’s so hot.”

He licks his lips, slowly but surely leaving his resting position as desperation overtakes him.

“Show me.”

“W-what?” he stops crawling to you.

“Show me how you jerk off with it.”

"Really?"

"Yes, be a good boy and show me."

It is like you pressed a button. Taehyung is by your side at the blink of an eye, looking at the leash with blown-out pupils. You offer it to him. He accepts it with shaking fingers. Then he rests back on his heels and hooks the leash in the metal ring. Just the sound is enough to force his hand to his swollen cock. He rubs it over the material of his sweats, closing his eyes. It seems like he wants to concentrate on his fingers running down the leash.

He whimpers, parting his lips.

“Feels so good”, he whispers.

“Yeah? Go on, continue.”

With shaking fingers he tugs his sweats down, revealing his cock to your eyes. You feel yourself tingle all over. Finally. Oh how many nights you spent imagining his cock (and feeling guilty for doing so). He looks even better than in your imagination.

Then he drops back into his pillows, gripping his cock with his right hand while grasping the leash with his left. He twists the black leather, tugging on his cock desperately. The noise that leaves him doesn’t even sound like Taehyung anymore. Desperate and oh so broken. It is so sexy that you find yourself getting turned on again.

He rolls his thumb over his pink cockhead and twists more of the leash.

“Fuck” he croaks and goes to tug at the leash, “ah fuck”, he moans, arching his back. He tugs on the leash a second time, spoiling his fingers with his excitement. It sounds wet and sticky. You don’t know where to look. His face and how it is contorted in pleasure or his cock and how amazing his big hand looks around it.

You decide on his cock for a little. It is obvious that he knows what he is doing. His movements are fast, sloppy, but clearly done with intent. He had lots of practice, that much is sure. He squeezes his cock harder when he is at its base and lessens the pressure the closer he gets to his sensitive tip. He times a harsh tug on the leash with a roll of his thumb over his weeping slit. It makes him whimper and moan each and every time.

“___”, he presses out just the moment he is leaking new precum.

“Yes puppy?”

Taehyung rips his eyes open, slowing down his movements. He seems confused for a moment, as if he had forgotten your presence. Which means he thinks of you when he jerks off. He laughs shyly and speeds up his hands, keeping his eyes glued to your face.

“I’m gonna cum“, he presses out.

“Slow down.”

He obeys with a painful mewl.

“Good boy.”

He mewls again, fighting the urge to fuck into his own hand. His movements are slow, barely there and without any pressure. So this is how he likes being edged. You will remember it for later.

“That’s it, keep touching yourself”, you encourage him, wrapping your fingers around his leash.

“Mommy”, he keens, dropping his fingers from the leash to twist the pillow edge instead. Like this the muscles in his arm are tensed most deliciously.

You tug on his leash gently. It was gentle. Very, very gentle but Taehyung still wails in pleasure, having to squeeze the base of his cock in order not to cum.

You watch his cock throb and twitch, leaking a new load of precum.

You tug again. He lets out a pitiful moan. His cock throbs, the streaky goodness runs down his shaft and soils his fingers.

Tug.

“Please”, he whimpers, squeezing his base so harshly that his hand begins shaking.

You release the tension and with it the pressure on Taehyung’s neck. He squirms, reaching down to hold his cock with both hands. He is barely touching it, running his palms up and down the veiny shaft.

“Thank you”, he exhales gladly, gazing at you with glassy eyes.

“I wanna fuck you”, you confess, rubbing your legs together.

“O-okay", he stutters, gulping.

“And I wanna do it doggy style.”

“You’re so hot”, he whispers.

“So are you. Go on, sit up puppy.”

Taehyung sits up and reaches behind himself to open the collar.

“What are you doing?” you stop him.

He halts, blinking at you in confusion, “I’m…opening the collar…it’ll get in the way.”

“I think you misunderstood something here. I want you to fuck me doggy style while you are wearing the collar so I can tug on your leash.”

“Oh god”, he croaks and takes three deep breaths, palming his cock “this is my fantasy…”

“Mine too”, you confess and giggle, “goddamn it Tae, we really should have done this sooner.”

“Yeah”, he nods his head vigorously, crawling closer to you.

He is inches away from kissing you when you speak again.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask him, eyes glued to his lips.

“Bedside table, drawer”, he answers you, gazing at your lips.

You reach for it without breaking the eye contact, it makes you fall and with it Taehyung as you tug him down with you by his leash. He falls gladly, moaning softly. You stumble into the kiss naturally, wrapping your arms around the other while forgetting all about the condom. You need to feel his hair, feel the way his neck feels as it tenses and the way his back flexes when he moves. And in return Taehyung can’t get enough of holding you, of making sure that you were actually with him.

And when you finally notice, Taehyung is already on top of you, soiling the inside of your thigh with his excitement as his cock rubs against you.

He is the one to break the kiss, looking at you shyly.

“We wanted to get the condom”, he whispers.

“I know, I couldn’t help myself. You’re such a great kisser.”

He blushes, lowering his eyes.

"You too, you taste so sweet."

"Thank you, it’s my chapstick I think."

“It’s sweet”, he kisses you, “I like…”, another kiss, “...it”, he breathes, lips barely breaking away from yours.

“Fuck Tae”, you moan softly, kissing him back eagerly.

He moans, cradling you in his arms just so he could press you against his chest. He just wants to be close to you. Oh so close. So close that not even atoms could separate the two of you.

You sigh, holding his waist between your hands as if you never wanted to let go again. His skin is so warm and soft, brushing against yours addictively. You squeeze his waist, listening to how this elicits another sigh from him. This is yours now. This perfect, handsome man is yours now. You can hold him and kiss him and feel him against you from now on.

“Tae”, you whisper, smiling as you break the kiss, “goddamn, we’re forgetting the condom again.”

He chuckles, chasing your lips, “I know, I just can’t stop kissing you”, he says, pecking your lips and making you giggle.

“Tae, baby.”

“Heh”, he giggles deeply, lips curling into a playful smile, “okay, okay, I’ll get it.”

Taehyung sits up and reaches for his drawer. It takes him a short while of rummaging before he finds the condom and pulls it free. He keeps the drawer open for now and sits up to roll the condom on.

You watch him as he does. Not because you don’t trust him to actually put it on, but because his cock. Simple as that. His cock. You never ever want to stop looking at it. You could have figured. With hands like his'. You really could have figured, but goddamn, it’s so just so perfectly fitting for him. Everything. The size, the shape, the colour. How pretty. So perfect. Goddamn, you are fangirling over a cock, look at how far you’ve come.

"It's on", Taehyung says and gives his cock two jerks to test the condom. It makes his thighs tense and your pussy throb in anticipation.

“I’m so ready Tae”, you say and sit up.

“Me too”, he murmurs, watching you as you turn your back to him and lower yourself onto your elbows.

"You're so hot, oh god", Taehyung moans, placing his left hand on your lower back. He rubs it up and down, drawing circles each time it is on your ass. The touch makes you arch your back more just so he can have a view of your soaked pussy.

"Take what's yours, puppy", you encourage him.

"Y-yes okay. Here uhm, here."

You look to your side. Taehyung is presenting the leash to you.

"Thank you", you accept it and hold it tightly.

You know that he mostly handed you the leash so his fantasy would be perfect. Luckily for him, it overlaps exactly with yours. You twist it and tug on it playfully, forcing a shuddering breath past his lips.

"Go on, slip in."

Taehyung aligns his cock with you and pushes gently. One moment of struggle and then he slips inside, leaving both of you to forget everything for a good second. So that is how it feels like to be filled up by his cock.

"Holy fuck", you moan, bucking your hips back to take in all of him. He is so deep, stretching you out so well.

Taehyung groans, squeezing your hips in his fingers. So this is how it feels like to be squeezed by you.

"Mommy, you feel so good", he moans, rolling his hips back and forth slowly just to test the sensations. You are so warm, clenching around him so well. Taehyung is so obsessed with it, chasing the feelings with deep, yet slow thrusts all while his fingers begin caressing your hips.

"Yes puppy, good boy", you sigh, giving him a tug as a reward.

It makes him whimper and his cock throb.

“Wait woah okay woah”, he stops and begins taking deep breaths, “that was - hah. Woah.”

You look over your shoulder. That man is blissed out. Eyes squeezed shut and cheeks tinted scarlet all while his nose is scrunched in pleasure.

"Need a moment?" you ask.

He nods his head.

"It's just so hot. This is exactly how it always is in my fantasy, but better", he confesses, "sorry, I think I’m too excited."

"It's alright, think of..I don’t know...think of stubbing your toe on a corner."

He pulls a grimace.

"Yeah that definitely helped, thanks", he says and laughs.

You laugh too, thinking to yourself that it is so weird but also exciting that you and Taehyung are laughing while you are completely naked and he is balls deep inside of you.

“Goddamn it Taehyung, I’m literally so into you. You know that?”

He stops laughing, gazing at you with sparkly eyes.

“Me too. I’m so into you. Quite literally currently.”

“Okay stop”, you gasp and snort.

Taehyung laughs right with you, features filling with fondness upon hearing your laugh. He always loved making you laugh. He really does. But tonight it feels different. Tonight he feels how laughter makes you tighten around him and that feeling sends electrifying tingles through his entire body.

"Okay here we go", he says in a slight moan and begins moving again. Slow yet deep. Although with a cock like Taehyung's going deep is an easy task. He makes it feel incredible though. Not just random poking in the deepest parts of you, but perfect pressure with skilled grinds.

"Taehyung…" you sigh, dropping your head, "...don't stop."

Taehyung closes his eyes and parts his lips. He is not going to stop. He has the perfect rhythm to feel every ridge of you. The gentle tug you give his leash makes the sensation a thousand times better.

"Mommy, yes…."

It earns him another tug, forcing a mewl to slip past his lips and his hips to stutter. When they find their rhythm again, they have gained just a little bit in strength, going faster as well. He reaches to the front, finding your clit immediately to roll circles on her. You didn’t even have to tell him, he just did it and sends bolds of pleasure through your veins.

“That’s it puppy, that’s it”, you encourage him with an arch of your back just so you can feel him deeper. You give his leash a tug, forcing his hips to slam into yours.

“I – ah!” he moans, throwing his head back. He is so far gone, floating so high up on his pleasure. He chases it, helping you with your own as he does. Deep thrusts, quick circles of his fingers, a strong grip on your hip and those sweet, sweet noises of his. You are floating just as high as he does, feeling your veins fill with him.

So you moan and wrap the leash around your hand just so you could pull better. Taehyung falls, hot chest pressing into your back and hips faltering.

“Mommy”, he whimpers, cradling you in his arm, “please again.”

You give him a harsh tug, feeling the one moment of extra weight on your back as his body follows the direction of the tug.

He moans against your neck, loudly and unapologetically ecstatic.

“This is the best sex ever”, he chokes out. Then he goes to cup your tit, massaging it clumsily. You don’t mind that his touches are quite sloppily placed, trembling in his arms nonetheless. Two of his fingers are pressed to your clit, grinding up and down on her each time his thrusts make your hips move.

You can feel his glasses against your neck. They don’t hurt, they are just here, sitting on his nose all tinted and messily because Taehyung is pressing himself way too close. The metal of his collar sings each time he moves, becoming louder whenever you tug on his leash. And each time you do, you can feel it rub over your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

“It feels so good, puppy”, you moan, pulling him closer and closer.

“Yeah, good, so good”, Taehyung agrees, retorting to moaning against your neck afterwards.

You and him are burning up. Your skin is so hot, so is his’ and on the spots you and him are touching, it feels as if you were on fire. You are happy about that sensation, perhaps you are even a little addicted to it.

Listen, perhaps you are a little weird about skinship, but you and Taehyung never really had your naked skin touching before. The only occasion was once in summer when you wore a sleeveless dress and he wore a tanktop and your arms brushed together on accident. It was a very peculiar sensation as you never really felt Taehyung’s naked skin before that.

You and him tried to never repeat that sensation again afterwards, because it left both of you conflicted and confused. Well, there is no going back now. You want your every inch to touch him.

“Hold me closer puppy”, you press out, moaning his name when Taehyung follows your instructions and closes his arm around your waist.

He turns his head, traveling his lips up to your back. He begins kissing you, tracing your spine with his tongue and sucking on the skin of your shoulders softly.

“Good boy….” you sigh, rewarding him with a strong tug on his leash.

His moan vibrates against your spine, his cock throbs inside of you, his fingers twitch on your clit. So you repeat the tug, wanting to give him just as much bliss as he gives you. Taehyung whimpers, hot breath tickling your skin.

“You’re the best boy, you know that?” you rasp.

Taehyung shudders, squeezing you in his strong arm.

“A-are you close?” he stutters.

“Wanna cum?”

“Yeah…” he mewls and grunts.

“Wanna make me cum afterwards?”

“Yeah”, he croaks, swelling inside of you.

“Okay then. Cum for me, puppy”, you order, giving him a harsh tug.

Taehyung’s voice cuts off before coming out as a pathetic, high-pitched squeak. He fucks into you quickly for not longer than five seconds before stilling completely and trembling uncontrollably.

You can feel warmth fill the condom, basking in the feeling of it as Taehyung moans against your upper back.

“You’re the best puppy, such a good boy. Give me all your cum, puppy. That’s it”, you help him ride each wave of his high to its fullest, giving his leash a constant tug.

Taehyung shakes one last time then he literally falls from your body like a used ragdoll, making a drugged-up noise as he lands on the mattress.

You claim the spot on top of him, finding your pleasure on his thigh. Warm and soft his skin feels, muscles tensing when he feels you begin grinding against him. He places his hands on your hips, forcing his heavy eyelids to open.

“You look fucked”, you say, voice quivering in pleasure. You reach up and fix his crooked glasses, combing your fingers through his bangs afterwards.

“I just came five cumshots worth, I think”, he presses out, panting quickly.

“Mhm Tae, that’s so…hot”, you groan, placing your hands on his chest. You close your eyes, shifting your attention to the feelings his thigh gives you. The pressure is constant, treating your sensitive clit to sparks of pleasure.

“Does it feel good, Mommy?” he asks, helping you with the movements whilst changing his gaze between your face and tits.

“So good”, you moan, inching closer and closer to your high.

You were very close when Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore, but you were far away enough that stressing yourself to a release would have only backfired. So you let him cum, wanting to give your body the time it needs. Apparently it doesn’t need as much time as you thought it would.

You blame it on Taehyung and Taehyung only. He turns you on so much that you are quaking.

“Say it again, puppy”, you press out, grinding down harder.

“Mommy?”

“Yes! Urgh, god”, your hips falter. Taehyung helps you keep the rhythm going, flexing his thigh for you.

“Mommy”, he moans just for your pleasure, watching with delight as this makes your face contort in utter ecstasy.

“Good…boy…ah”, you press out and crumble, falling apart on top of him in aggressive shakes and your veins boiling in pleasure.

Taehyung helps you ride out your high, holding you safely.

“Tae”, you collapse on top of him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck whilst hugging him tightly.

He runs his hands along your legs and ass, floating on your warmth and getting lost in the scent of you. You smell even sweeter post-sex. He knows that he will never get enough of that smell.

“Wow”, you whisper.

“Yeah, right”, he agrees, feeling a smile tug on the corner of his lips.

“That was so good, I think I’m a different person now.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You lift your head, giving him the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

“You’re a good boy.”

“Ah ___”, he lets out and laughs shyly, shifting underneath you, “touch my chest.”

You touch it, gasping when you feel how quickly his heart beats.

“I’m so happy”, he confesses.

“Me too. I can’t believe it took us seven years to do that.”

He chuckles, “we’re not gonna stop now, are we?”

“I know I don’t want to stop.”

“Me neither”, he grins, “wanna sleep here tonight and tomorrow I take you out to jazz brunch? “

“As in a date?”

“Yeah, the first of many I hope.”

You giggle, finding your comfort spot in the crook of his neck.

“Me too Tae. Fuck, I’m so happy.”

Taehyung rolls you and him to the side and holds you against his chest. And while he holds you in the way he had wanted to hold you for so long, you hug him with the intent to never ever let him go again.

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sualne · 8 months

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Sorry if you're already working on this but with Luffy in Croc dad what's his hobby?? Like he's the biggest ball of energy and I think if wasn't fighting wild animals as a kid he would vibrate into another dimension from lack of stimulation. Does he draw and develop his art skills, has he taken up music or is he invested with the void century with Robin? Croc wants to keep him inside and safe so what did he think would be best to entertain him or does he buy a new thing every week that Luffy says he suddenly wants to do. Yes he looks at books but is that it. Also sorry if you answered this before and I've missed waht you said, I am pretty sure I've seen all your comics on this but I haven't seen all your ask answering questions.

i hadn't gotten these questions and im so glad you ask!! :D

so! luffy doesn't have one specific hobby and croc does end up giving him whatever he wants when he suddenly gets a new obsession, one of the reason he's so excited with finding the jewelry box and getting a dagger is because it's finally something new! after that he gets really into rings and knives until it gets bored of it and switch to something else again.

about him and learning about the void century with robin i actually got a comic later for that so i won't say anything here!

im going to make this a list and explain how it goes, under read more:

Fighting: this luffy doesn't know how to fight, but he still love the concept! he gets really excited hearing stories of fights, duels, martial arts and all the rest! In practice though, since he's been so sheltered and only ever saw one real fight that ended up with people being killed in front of him as a kid, if (haha) he were to witness another real fight he wouldn't be as giddy about it as when he hears stories. he does also learn the tiniest bit of kenpo from bonclay!

Dancing: luffy in canon loves dancing (and partying), here too! he doesn't know/master any specific styles but likes to drag people into dancing with him, if no one is around he'll grab some of the smaller bananawani instead.

Singing: he's still very bad at it.

Music: croc noticed how he'd taps on thing and tried to get him to learn some percussion, unfortunately for him, luffy doesn't care about music theory and just does whatever makes him happy. he also love loud noises and croc has to find a way to stop him from making a racket at any hours of the day, it gets worse when luffy loses some of his hearing and needs to make everything even louder. eventually he gets bored of it too.

Cooking: him and croc cooks together pretty often, if no one is there to supervise him luffy will ignore recipes and common sense, making all kind of abominations. it's a miracle he never set the kitchen on fire.

Bugs: he loves them! he collect them! alive. croc is horrified one day when he finds out baby luffy has been letting some food to rot so he could observes flies and larvae going through their little bug lives cycle. later croc gives him those pinned dead bugs collection boxes thinking luffy will like it, he doesnt.

Board&Cards Games: he mostly has to play them by himself, he doesn't like being alone so he'll often ends up playing it "with" the banawanis. after he loses a few too many times against the banawanis and can't get croc to join in for the millionth time he gives up on them. even when robin joins baroques works he still expect her to be too busy to play with him and doesn't ask (she would have accepted if he had asked).

Art&Craft: he tries a bit of everything, doing it his own way meaning most of it is kind of hideous or about to fall apart, canon luffy is completely fine with that, au luffy though, he's having ton of fun at first but when he gets old enough to see that his dad cant quite fake his enthusiasm or interest towards his disastrous creations he gets frustrated and stops for a while. later, robin finds an old drawing of his and thinks its cute so he start doodling a little again for her.

basically, he struggles keeping a hobby, some like fighting, dancing, bugs and staring at pictures in geography books he keeps through his life but mostly, he's very lonely and bored out of his mind, he's depressed, that's not something that can be helped for as long as he's isolated.

when robin becomes a part of his life everything gets better for him! she spends time with him, read stories for him, helps him get out more often, they even meet bonclay and for a few years he's genuinely happy.

#crocau ask #crocodad au #<- this one gets in the main tag cause this is important lore #i probably wont be able to show all of that in comic form so im glad i get to rant about it here!! it also turned out sadder than i expecte

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Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Nightmares, Delusions, Paranoia, Drugs, Medication, Illness, Deceit, Manipulation, Anxiety, Betrayal, Terror, Non-Con

Words: 3.8K

Chapter Four

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Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“So… who do you guys recommend?”

It was certainly going to be a rather strange conversation, but the sooner the better. Everyone had gathered in the living room, some snacks set out on the table. They each took turns introducing their friend and showing you a picture as well. From what you heard they were all good people. Although in the end you still trusted Jisung more than the others, and went with his option. This alpha named Hyunjin. He was very happy to be the winner even though this wasn’t a competition.

Jisung would talk to Hyunjin, and introduce you later in the week. He never really told you when this was going to happen, so you didn’t expect the alpha to come to you on their own. One day as you stepped out of class you were suddenly approached by someone. When you realized this you took a step back, but he merely chuckled. You eventually hit the wall, unable to meet this person’s gaze. Now that they were close you caught their scent, realizing it was an alpha. Before you’d be hyperventilating at this point, but you could tolerate them now.

“Jisung told me you were cute.”

“Jisung?”

“I’m his friend, Hyunjin.”

“You’re Hyunjin?”

“Yes, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hi…”

“We’ll be seeing more of each other, and I look forward to getting to know you.”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll see you later.”

Hyunjin gave you a smile before walking away. You were still stunned by the whole thing when a bunch of your classmates crowded around you, asking you who you had just spoken to and how you knew them. You couldn’t really answer their questions, but they persisted. It wasn’t until Jisung found you and pulled you out of the crowd, helping you along to your next class. Although news spread around so you had many people asking you about Hyunjin, you just ignored them all. You were more than happy to return to your dorm at the end of the day, snuggling up to Minho on the couch. He was happily surprised by your actions, pulling you close into his embrace.

“Long day?”

“Yup.”

“I got you.”

Minho kissed your head, letting you change the channel and the two of you watched TV together. You were dozing off into a nap when you heard loud voices. You sleepily peeked over the couch to see Felix and Hyunjin entering the dorm with a few bags in hand. Usually when a new person came into the dorm you ran off to hide in your room, but this time you decided to be more friendly. You knew Felix already, but you didn’t want to be so awkward with Hyunjin from the start. Although before you could say anything Jisung brought up what happened before.

“He’ll behave himself.” Jisung assured. “Already told him off about the morning.”

“Sorry.” Hyunjin apologized. “I just wanted to say hello, but I’m looking forward to getting to know such a lovely omega such as yourself.”

“Yeah…”

Since you were more used to alphas now it was easier to build a relationship with Hyunjin. He was really into art and would like to show you his work. You couldn’t believe how talented he was, and he loved to spend time painting with you. Even if your stuff wasn’t as good as his. He did always tell you that you had your own style, and it was great. Although, despite how close you two had gotten, you couldn’t really see each other much at school. Wherever he went there was usually a crowd, so as to not overwhelm you he’d keep his distance. It upset you both, but was necessary. When you were in the dorm though, it was the opposite.

The number was even, and everyone could pair off if they wanted to. You were all friends and enjoyed each other’s company. You never thought you could socialize with so many people, let alone alphas, so this was great. After a long week Chan suggested the alphas cook something for the omegas. You never had anyone cook for you before, so you were very excited. Even if you wanted to help you weren’t allowed to. So you just sat on the couch with the others watching TV and waiting. The food smelled good, and you kept glancing over at the kitchen. When they finally finished you jumped with joy, going over to the table.

“It’s still hot, so be careful.”

You all got a plate and sat down, although you quickly ran off to get your phone, wanting to take a picture. You rummaged around your room for a bit before finding it, going back over to the dining table. Although your smile quickly faded when you returned, seeing everyone passed out around the table in different positions.

“Guys, this isn’t funny.”

You went over and started shaking Minho, expecting a smile and some giggles but nothing happened. You tried to wake Felix, but he was unresponsive too.

“Cut it out! I don’t like this!”

None of them were waking up, and it was starting to freak you out. Something was wrong and you needed to get help. You made your way over to the door, but as you reached for the handle you began to feel dizzy. You stumbled back a few steps and collapsed to the floor, the whole world spinning around you and starting to fade. Your strength was leaving your body, and there was nothing you could do.

“Wa… what’s… help… help me…”

♥♥♥♥♥

You whimpered as you regained consciousness, finding yourself laid out on the couch in the dorm. You groggily sat up, looking around. You seemed to be alone, making you feel uneasy. You got up, stumbling a bit, calling out to anyone in the dorm. There was no response, which started to make you panic. You knew something was very wrong. Your legs gave out from under you, making you feel all the more helpless. Last time you failed to get out of the dorm, but you had to try again. You started crawling, trying not to let the tears fall.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

You turned back, seeing Chan standing behind you. In the moment you just broke down crying, startling Chan.

“No, no, no, don’t cry.” Chan got down and cradled you in his arms. “Don’t cry love, don’t cry. Everything’s okay, you’re okay.”

You cried for a while, not even sure why. The whole time Chan held you tightly, gently rocking you in his arms, soothing you and petting your head. Once you calmed down he helped you to your feet, wiping away the tears.

“You’re okay, did you have a bad dream?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“What happened?”

“Uh… I went to get my phone… and then… I came back to the dining table and you were all passed out… I couldn’t wake any of you… I tried to leave for help but then I passed out too…”

“Then what happened?”

“I woke up on the couch.”

“See, it was just a bad dream.”

“That doesn’t make sense… it doesn’t feel like a dream…”

“After eating you laid down on the couch to sleep. Everyone was kinda full so it makes sense to take a nap.”

“I don’t remember doing that…”

“But that’s what happened. You can ask the others.” Chan assured. “It was all just a bad dream. It’s still late, do you want to sleep with me?”

“… yes…”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

Chan kept you close and the two of you walked back to his room. He pulled you into his arms and pulled up the sheets, wanting to make sure he was cuddling you. His scent was soothing, and helped you to ease your worries. You weren’t sure if what had happened was a dream or not, but right now you just wanted to safely be in Chan’s embrace. It didn’t take long to drift off from there, managing to sleep peacefully until morning. You didn’t wake up alone, still finding yourself in Chan’s embrace come sunrise. You thought he was still sleeping, but after a moment he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.” Chan yawned. “You wanna get out of bed or sleep in some?”

“I’m hungry…”

“Then let’s get up.”

Chan placed another kiss on your head and got up, stretching as he yawned. You soon followed suit, waiting in bed as he went to the bathroom to freshen up. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned. Once Chan stepped out of the bathroom you went in. As you washed your face you felt yourself getting dizzy, holding onto the sink for stability. You figured it was cause you had just woken up and would eventually go away. The two of you went over to the kitchen, greeting the others.

“Morning.”

“Y/n, you okay?” Hyunjin questioned. “You look sick.”

“I’m fine…”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm. It might be something else.” Chan commented.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, since you’re of age, your body is gonna start going through changes.” Chan explained. “Which means it’s time you get on your meds.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jisung questioned. “You mean medication? We need to take pills?”

“Yes. All omegas do.”

“Why?”

“To help your body regulate its hormones.”

“Since when?”

“This has always been the case.” Minho added. “We learned about this back in our senior year of high school.”

“Why didn’t we learn about it?” Felix wondered. “We’re the ones that need to be medicated. Unless alphas take pills too.”

“Don’t say it like that.” Jisung exclaimed. “But do alphas take pills too?”

“No, we don’t.” Hyunjin remarked. “It makes sense though, you guys are at that age.”

“You make us sound like children.”

“Anyway.” Chan cut in. “I’ll speak with the headmaster to get you guys your medicine. You should start taking it as soon as possible.”

“No.” You said. “I’m not taking any pills.”

“Y/n-”

“You can’t force me.”

“I… well, no, but it’s important.”

“I don’t need them.”

“You do.”

“Well I’m not taking them.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, fine. If you don’t want them then you don’t have to take them.”

“So are we taking pills or not?” Jisung questioned.

“You should, but it’s your choice.”

“Oh… well, in solidarity with y/n, we won’t take them either.”

“What!?” Felix exclaimed. “We won’t?”

“I won’t. You can do whatever you want.”

“Uh, well I guess I won’t take them either.”

“Are you guys serious?” Minho stated. “If you don’t take them you’re gonna get sick.”

“That’s just what you say.” You countered. “I feel perfectly fine right now.”

“Be honest then. Why don’t you want to take them?”

“Because I don’t have to.”

“Technically you do.”

“Well I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Let’s not fight this early in the morning.” Chan interrupted. “I’m not gonna make anyone do something they don’t want. Let’s have breakfast and then get on with our days.”

The conversation ended there, and you were thankful for that. Truth was, you didn’t trust this notion of needing to take medication. That supposed dream you had last night was still fresh in your mind, and it felt too real to think it was just some figment of your imagination. You felt that something was off here, and you weren’t gonna start taking some pills just cause someone else says you need to. You honestly didn’t expect Jisung and Felix to take your side here, but it made you feel less alone.

Funnily enough this was the topic for one of your classes that day. All omegas took a general course that discussed various topics regarding omegas, whether it be history, biology, or general expectations of them going forward. So of course today they talked about these pills you were supposed to take, explaining the reason behind it and why it was important. Your body was changing, and maturing. Things like your claws and fangs were gonna start coming in, but none of this changed your mind though, instead it made you more uneasy. All this coming up after such a night, it felt off. Like it was all too much of a coincidence.

“Should we maybe take the medicine…” Felix mumbled. “It seems like we’re supposed to.”

“I’m not going to.” You stated. “You don’t have to follow me.”

“Why don’t you want to take them?”

“I… something feels wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

You shared with the two about your supposed dream, and how you had woken up. Chan said it was just a nightmare, but everything going on today was putting you on edge.

“I woke up in bed.” Jisung mentioned. “After dinner I just knocked out.”

“But do you remember leaving the table?”

“Well… not really, but that’s something so insignificant, you know.”

“I guess…”

“But hey, if you don’t trust this and don’t want to take it I’m right here with you.”

“Thanks.”

“Me too.” Felix added. “I’m not going to lie, something does feel off here. I can’t put my finger on it though.”

The three of you stuck together and didn’t take the medication, although the others in the dorm always brought it up, asking if you’d stop with your little boycott anytime soon. You wanted to prove a point, that something was wrong and this wasn’t what it seemed to be. In the coming days you felt fine, perfectly normal, and it was leading you to believe you were right. The other omegas were taking their medication, and there was no difference between you and them. At least that’s what you thought.

You were finishing up week two without any medication when you started to feel sick. You woke up feeling nauseous, and you had a minor headache. You didn’t think there was any correlation, figuring it was probably last night’s dinner not sitting well. That is until later in the day. You could barely keep your eyes open and wound up collapsing in the middle of class. You vaguely recalled your classmates crowding around you before everything faded to black.

♥♥♥♥♥

You woke with a soft intake of air, opening your eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding. Well, it was familiar, the white and sterile smell told you where you were, but this place was also new. You slowly sat up, looking around the med bay. You had been in the high school one before, but this was clearly the university campus one. The other beds were empty, and you seemed to be alone until the doors opened and what you believed to be the doctor came in.

“You’re awake, that’s good.” The doctor pulled up a chair. “I’m doctor Kim, you can call me Minseok if you’d like. Now I’m just gonna do a quick exam, is that alright?”

“Sure…”

You let Minseok check your vitals and look you over. You felt fine now despite how things were in the morning.

“You seem to be healthy, so, care to tell me why you collapsed? I’ll give you a guess.”

“Uh… I don’t know, you’re the doctor…”

“Touché. Then let me ask you, have you been taking your medication?”

“…”

“Trick question, I know you’re not.”

“What?”

“Miss y/n, I’ve treated a lot of omegas over the years, and I know what happens when you don’t take your medication. It is important to your health for you to take them. So why aren’t you?”

“I… I don’t want to…”

“You collapsed today, and I’m sure you feel fine now, but the symptoms are only gonna get worse. You could end up seriously hurting yourself or others.”

“Others?”

“Yes. Your claws and fangs will be coming in. Without your medication you could lose control of yourself and cause an injury. I’d hate for you to wind up here again and put me in a position where I have to force you to take your medication. Do you understand?”

“Yes…”

“So, what are we going to do tonight?”

“… take my medication…”

“Good.”

“Do… do I really need it?”

“How did you feel this morning? And be honest.”

“Awful…”

“You don’t have to feel that way. I assure you, once you take your medication and adjust, you’ll be alright.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize. Like I said, I’ve treated a lot of omegas, and you’re not the first to deny taking their medication.”

“I’m not?”

“I understand it’s not any easy thing to accept, but one way or another you all seem to come around to it.”

“So there was no avoiding it…”

“No, but now you know better than others why it is important to take your medication.”

“I do.”

“Alright. You seem fine, but I did call over one of your dorm mates to come get you, just to be safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Alright. Now I don’t want to see you back here as my patient, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, go on now, your friend is outside.”

You bowed to Minseok and excused yourself, a little nervous as to who would be waiting for you. Of course it was Chan. He seemed worried, but he didn’t berate you with questions, just got you back to the dorm. It was only then that he decided to ask.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“I should have listened to you… and my dumb ideas are also hurting Jisung and Felix.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. It’s okay to question things, you’re always learning.”

“I’ll take my meds…”

“I am glad to hear that.”

“And I’ll talk to the others too… I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything. You’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

When Felix and Jisung returned to the dorm later they immediately went over to hug you. Word had gotten around that you collapsed in class, so they had been very anxious to see you. Once you assured them you were alright you told them what had happened, and that you had been wrong. Things could get much worse if you didn’t take your medication, and you had put them both in danger by getting them to join you in your ridiculous boycott.

“It’s alright.” Felix assured. “At least now we know this stuff is legit.”

“Exactly. The alphas aren’t lying to us.” Jisung joked. “Right guys?”

“What would we lie to you about?” Hyunjin questioned.

“I don’t know, nothing I guess.”

“Alright, how about we eat?” Minho said. “Cause I am hungry.”

“Yeah, and afterwards the omegas can take their meds and go to bed.” Chan added. “Okay?”

“Yes, dad.” You teased.

“Ya!”

You all shared a good laugh together before gathering at the dining table to eat. Just as promised, after getting some food in you the three of you took your medication. It would be a bit before you really felt the effects, but this was the first step. You apologized again to Jisung and Felix, but they didn’t hold anything against you. After dinner you showered and got ready for bed, snuggling the sheets when there was a knock at your door.

“Y/n, can I come in?” Chan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, all ready for bed?”

“Yup.”

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m good.”

“Alright. You know, if there’s ever something bothering you just let me know, or Minho, or Hyunjin. We’re here for you.”

“I know, thanks.”

“Sleep well.”

“You too.”

Once Chan was gone you grabbed your phone, checking your alarms and then browsing the internet for a moment. You were looking through your own files when you got a notification to clean the junk from your phone. You figured you’d do that now, looking over the trash in your phone when you came across a video. You didn’t recall having recorded anything as of late, so you had no idea what this was. You couldn’t make out the thumbnail image either so you clicked on the video. As it played you noticed that half the screen was covered, and you couldn’t really make out the rest. Then you heard your own voice.

“Guys, this isn’t funny.”

You felt yourself grow cold, realizing what this was. That night, the one you thought, the one you had been told was a dream, really wasn’t. When you had gone for your phone, wanting to take pictures, you must have accidentally started recording instead. You couldn’t see much, but you remembered what you said that night. You listened to the audio, hearing the moment you collapsed. The screen was dark, and you didn’t hear anything for a while. Then you heard the door open, multiple feet shuffling around.

You could hear people walking around, the sounds of what you think were the chairs moving, and then it all faded away, ending with the door shutting. You thought the video would end there, but it kept going for a while more. After what felt like forever you heard the supposed chairs move again. You could hear voices, but they were off in the distance, and muffled. A moment later you heard someone getting closer, and you really wished you could unhear what came next.

“Uh, my head hurts.” Hyunjin complained. “Was this really necessary?”

“Yes. This is what the headmaster told us to do.” Chan said. “The drugs would only knock us out for a few minutes.”

“And the omegas?”

“A couple hours.”

“This whole thing is a weird experience.” Minho remarked. “Kinda feels like a dream.”

“I know.”

“Why did we have to take the drugs again? We could have just given it to them and have less problems.”

“It would actually complicate things too much.” Hyunjin stated. “Better to just put it in the whole pot than to try and drug certain plates. Even then, it’d be too weird if only the omegas ate.”

“What are they doing with the omegas again?”

“I’m not sure, some kinda procedure.” Chan commented. “It’s for their own health or something.”

“Have they done something like that to us?”

“We’re alphas, all they’re gonna do is train us to look after omegas.”

“You mean domesticate them.”

“Those are old terms.” Minho said. “That’s not really what we do.”

“It kinda is.”

“Whatever. What do we do when they’re back?”

“Nothing really.” Chan mentioned. “They’ll still be asleep, so we just tell them they passed out after eating. The memories will be hazy anyway.”

“Cool, cool.”

“Is that y/n’s phone?” Hyunjin questioned. “What’s it doing over here?”

“It must have fallen out of her pocket or something.”

“Fuck, it’s recording.”

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Chan cut in. “Just delete the video and put the phone in her room. We still need to clean up the dining table and kitchen.”

“I know.”

The video ended there, and you were crying silent tears. You weren’t crazy, what happened that night was very real, and it was far worse than you had imagined. The alphas were lying to you, and so was the institution. Something had been to you, and Jisung and Felix, that night. Those pills maybe weren’t even for your health but to cover up whatever happened, and no one knew, no omega was supposed to know. You stared at your door, starting to feel this sense of fear creeping up. You were trapped again, and you had no idea how you could get yourself out.

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