#are u ready for thiss

[sugar-petals]

; VERTIGO (m) ║ secret agent!taeyong x reader

↳ :: SUMMARY even though your boss leaves the hands-on work to your capacity, agent cadet taeyong joins you for a new mission. on a plane ride, the job begins to escalate.

wc. 14k words | smut, action, angst

warnings/tags. ⚠️ 18+, femdom!reader, established relationship, violence/weapons, use of poison, body worship, protected sex, breast sucking, corruption kink, vanilla & taeyong subbing, choking, fingering, cum play, reader taking care of him 💕

published: july 1, 2022

READ IT ON AO3

⇢ note. | the prologue is pretty descriptive to set the mood, there’s bits and pieces of smut and story details, but it has a later crime plot and Ten + HyunA + Yeji guest appearances (idk i just could picture them so well in this agent universe) on top of some couple loving in depth. let’s go take down some bad guys with a sexy sidekick 😉

PROLOGUE

Another trail of sweat took on its frequent path. Approaching the hemline of his white tank top, the shallow droplet went on trickling further down Taeyong’s neck. Which you, and it was becoming a recent favorite, loved to bend towards ever so closely: Always ready to brush your open lips against it — connected to the rhythm of moving your waist.

Although he had grown painfully hard, Taeyong would resort to clenching his teeth shut for the moment and last. No strain more wonderful than this. A thumb between your labia: Keen to put the cherry on top no matter what. You liked it a lot, maybe because it was so drastically different from what your usual day was all about. But that situation was naturally complicated.

You let his neck pick up your breath to have him shiver, whine, and bite his tongue down, but in a good way: Playfully savoring it. Taeyong’s reactions were gentle music to your ears. They always peppered the wide living room with a string of deep moans, and you adored his voice not needing to say it.

If you were honest, which was the best policy in your profession, you’d reach your climax far too early if you overdid the licking on his neck. And still, it was the forbidden fruit that constantly turned you on without a fail. That was, every time you took to bouncing on his lap to see his face and voice come right undone below. There was no sunlight in here, but the warm lamps and his thoroughly fucked-out smile made up for every missing ray. No public: No problem. Privacy was the real priority. And that way, you could meet.

Once you were comfortable, a little smile meant: Reassured. A little arm touch meant it’s okay. Although everyone thought him a nervous wreck and the immediate surface never suggested it, Taeyong was a certain baseline calm with you, and inside of you, and under you. He had a certain relaxed aura that only showed when you retreated to your secret nest.

Those things were imperceptible to outsiders and only read by the pattern of his breath, which you could memorize since you started sleeping in his bed. It was not conduct favored in this business or beatified by much luck in the long run. But you wanted him. Body, mind, scent, and everything else. Taeyong was arguably shy. Still, the feeling established itself as very mutual within only a few missions, especially in Prague and Buenos Aires, or maybe it was Milan that sealed the deal.

Although he was never outright needy, his readiness to bare himself for your eyes only had taken you by a slight surprise at first. By now, you knew why he was quick to say yes, not even via text: Eye to eye. The reason was, he really liked you. There was a genuine admiration that Taeyong didn’t feel the need to examine despite the risk of his job and position. Even if it was dangerous, he wanted to be in your arms for that little while available. And that’s how you again came together today.

Despite all goosebumps, Taeyong’s skin was warm and smelled almost softly neutral. It gratified you in a way and had an ease to it, especially when you embraced during sex. It was all unlike the dull and freezing practice range where you had spent over two days by yourself, emptying some magazines and trying out new maneuvers — as far as that was possible indoors. Routine be damned, it was good to drive back here to eat what he’d been preparing. Taeyong’s cuisine? A hundred, if not a thousand times better than the cafeteria at the godforsaken main quarters.

Agents had nothing better to do than gossip in there, and the food was all but well-cooked. Mashed, soppy, shapeless. Every last nutrient had been boiled out of it. You almost felt like that taste was still in your mouth. Recently, the staff’s idea to cover up the lack of taste with too much chili overwhelm had you running for the hills entirely, vowing to solely return for a good wantan soup — if they ever even served one. What resulted in a `so who can take more spiciness´ competition among your male colleagues to prove who had the sturdier gut and restroom at home, made you take your car and consult the real maestro of zesty food: Every other noon and night since then.

Taeyong had dumplings to share galore, the hospitality of someone who had lived alone for a too long time, and a sound feel of applying the right Scoville with a far more pin-pointed taste. It was not about the best intestines and going as pungent as possible, but what blended best on your tongue: He took that literally in other contexts as well. Which, you admitted, did entice you. Ever since Taeyong opened the door to his table, you didn’t regret staying away from the usual business at work — even if that meant driving in public, which was an inherent danger.

Little did anybody know, though, that you sat behind the steering wheel with a tightly sculpted latex disguise. It was far from easy to wear. But who suspects a confused grandpa with his rusty Japanese car, creeping through the traffic while listening to bygone music? That’s right: Not the sniper searching for a secret agent in a polished German vehicle, headed for a lunchtime date and stealthy sex with a handsome young man. So far, not a single person had bothered you on the street. People were misled so easily, so fuck `em. The costume was so believable, you didn’t even have to exchange and rotate it with another one. Down the line, you probably still will, and it’s gonna be another old confused man disguise — pragmatism.

On Fridays, Taeyong’s potatoes had a rustic several-side crisp, parting under your fork to reveal an extra buttery texture inside. They were served with slender green asparagus, one that would deliciously yield to a proper chew just how you liked it. Anyone else you knew would buy and cook them stringy, limp, and empty of all tasteful juices. Only Taeyong’s potatoes had to be cut with an extra sharp knife because their crunch was so generously thick like well-made fries.

It was not all a matter of how much salt and pepper one was using as a chef. Letting the produce roast in quality oil without turning it every five seconds, that was the key to a good meal. And you really needed one, with the reality outside of his and your flat as the ever-looming backdrop of your rendezvous. Even secret agents get hungry.

Compared to the simmered-down variety they were serving in the canteen, Taeyong’s herbs were terracotta pot-grown, being constantly rebought due to the lack of sunlight. And: freshly chopped. On an actual wooden cutting board, oaken and solid, rather than being deep-frosted or dried in one go. All to garnish a creamy dip that he had placed in the refrigerator around an hour ago already. It would melt just right on the plating without a sting that was too oniony or carrying an overload of chives. Secluding yourself like this also came with the benefit of watching each other eat in peace, far from constant surveillance, with real relish.

If you were honest. It didn’t take you a long time to figure out that Taeyong would become as well-versed in bed as he was in the kitchen. By the way you read his shifty eyes, he had a real investment to make you feel amazing head to toe. That made putting on a disguise less of a hassle, and at some point, it came naturally. Winding the stress out of each other would always be better than wasting time elsewhere, and you had no intentions of listening to your colleagues talking shit off duty.

Taeyong always put on a rose lotion after he showered, which he religiously did before you took the concealed elevator down to see him. Sometimes, you could smell a trace of new fabric conditioner on him as well. Unsurprisingly, his groceries came via online shopping. All anonymous — but he ordered quite the amounts, and new things that interested him. The post staff dropped it off in an inconspicuous black garbage can, which was actually a long slender downward tunnel, or slide actually, towards his apartment that could only be unlocked from the inside.

The scent of whatever he bought himself last week was sort of cottony and perfume-like, but nothing harsh that deterred from the night-time mood the two of you shared on his sofa: A towel underneath, full-well knowing how things always turned out when you straddled him, his face in your palms.

Taeyong had one gorgeous scarface. Dark eyes, dark brows, and a unique chin line that you could spot from a mile away. Taeyong had received the scar in a bar fight down in Manila, south of the Basilica, where you were busy wrestling a corrupt panderer onto a wooden counter. A lackey came to join, and Taeyong got a blunt knife handle to the cheekbone, thankfully missing the eye. He was lucky it was not the sharpened blade. As of today, his right eye still carries the double mark, which you said was shaped almost like a tooth, or a pair of wings. Maybe even a rose.

In person, the story was not so romantic. The sheer force of the backhand had Taeyong pass out on the spot, which sped up the process of you finishing the job by going crazy. Taeyong was entirely new on the job then, with no outdoor training hours to speak of. As soon as you completed the mission, you patched him up, reported back, moved on. On paper.

His face hurt pretty badly for two weeks, the bruise was actually throbbing. Which made you more concerned than expected. Taking him to your home hideaway for a healing week led to a first unexpected hookup. Which was no longer the appropriate term a month later, when you took the informal and rather covert step of making Taeyong your boyfriend off work with a bouquet of red roses delivered through the tunnel, and he was too drunk in love to feel any more pain in the eyes.

As of now, Taeyong may still seem a little shame-faced in the way he kisses you, but he never rejected a call on his available days, dusk or dawn.  You were crazy hot in the mornings and he gave the relief. Even tonight, which meant waiting to get the permission of your bosses’ bureau to show up and receive a new mission’s task, he’d not leave you high and dry beforehand. A big task ahead had no way of stopping what you did privately. Long as there was enough time.

Being a cadet, Taeyong wasn’t entirely involved in the day-to-day of main agents. He had the spare hours to create a little love nest in this cellar flat. He stayed on demand to assist as per the bosses’ judgment. The way things were set up worked out. It wasn’t an ivory tower, but the area definitely kept him far from harm off duty and immersing himself in projects that were still too dangerous for a beginner. One of your closest colleagues had never returned from California four years ago, leaving you with a Christmas tree without a single present underneath.

Taeyong knew from experience he had to be realistic, protecting himself by saying no rather than yes too quickly.  He asked you for a few measured words of advice more often than not. And — you could fuck without anyone in the know about how far your relationship had progressed. Which was a huge point of vulnerability for any agent: something to be obscured as rigorously as possible. But you still tried your best not to lose momentum. So many restrictions. But then again, you wanted to enjoy it.

The caress of your nose against his jaw was usually brief. You wound up focusing on the movement of your knees on the sofa padding, grinding your shins into the elastic pillow. The more you sat upright, the easier and more pleasing it was, so you focused on stabilizing your posture. Taeyong could barely keep his eyes open nor his own lips shut in any way.

His head was tilted back until its farthest point was met with stable cushioning. The leaning left his chest and shoulders exposed to your view, and gave you ample space to hold onto once the tanktop found its way flying on the — as always: clean — floor. His exhales were all so unrestrained and started to pick up a colorful variety that was far from being monotone.

„You know I missed you big time,“ you went on guiding his hands, his arms around your back, which automatically pulled you closer, making every thrust a little more accurate in a pace akin to slow-mo. Taeyong gave you a good time so juicy, other people couldn’t even fathom it. Gladly. Whenever he was dipping inside of you to the brim, the stretch felt wet and open, making it convenient to pick up some more passion and give it to him, see his jaw drop, and whisper all kinds of sweet things.

Taeyong always asked before touching your ass, and you allowed him. His arms were so long and thin, the fingers bony, arching from a rather broad palm. It was nice to hold casually, and he kneaded pizza dough like he was a professional baker. You wanted all of that to cup you, and not just your ass. Whether it was that or your breasts or your waist or your shoulders, and sometimes the nape or the face, the way your boyfriend touched you was light and feathery on your skin.

His veins, however, clearly showed as he did, something you liked to look at up close. You gave this man a healthy circulation, and you could attest to the same effect on your own body. A+ on every fitness test. They didn’t know about your secret workout, did they. If it was Taeyong, you were throbbing hard and thought of his touch between your legs. Other agents didn’t interest your eyes, they already picked Taeyong for you.

And it was not just the extra stamina because you spent some extra hours in bed. No matter how suave or fast, the wow factor of Taeyong’s bendy coordination was more than just a private show of personal adult entertainment. It also had you way ahead of the curve compared to your spiteful colleagues. Not the female agents. The guys.

According to a majority of them, Taeyong was actually no good. Devoid of talent or manliness, a skinny `piece of gun fodder´ at best. One asked you, right to your face, whether you picking Taeyong as a junior partner was a poorly concealed lavender marriage, and if he could see anything at all during target practice. Said one-way conversation resulted in a two-time fractured shoulder joint that your boss turned a blind eye to. You hardly snapped, but that time, you did.

Taeyong had no clue what a lavender marriage even meant. He was instead busy attempting to comprehend why you would even partner with him of all people. Looking at your profile, he thought himself nowhere near your league. You had simply walked up to him who was hidden in the last row during the recruit. Taeyong was the one who had no outlook or clarity on whether signing up at the HQs had been a good idea. Turns out, it was.

„Then give me the hardest guy to train“ was your rebel yell after your boss had convinced you to direly choose a co-agent. You’ll have more options and range during missions, she said, being faced with your stern rejection at first. You really wanted to put the breaks on that project at first until you had a good look at the novice files on your desk. For some reason, they appeared far more promising than your seniors and equals. The naive headshots looked yet-untainted by the general culture of the headquarters, which notoriously ruined even the best of personalities. Maybe it was time to give your own spin to a new generation. You could still avoid eating at the canteen.

You went to bed with the sudden thought of instructing someone so virgin to the business, someone who could be taught some of your ways. Maybe they had their own perfect strategy slumbering in them, too, and it only had to be discovered, and developed, and guarded against other people’s opinions. That night made you understand why your boss was so hellbent to play match-maker in the first place. Sharing your knowledge meant, to a certain degree, preserving it. Her suggestion came from an unexpected place of respect.

A recruiting round was assembled the next day. You gave a quick pep talk in front of the gathering and had a fair warning speech ready — and then, you made your way through the crowd. Looking each contestant in the eye: And down on their shoes, which could tell you every secret and story of their life.

Consisting almost entirely of rapid-fire gunslingers, the first row was both overconfident and taunting, which you often found yourself mirroring back to them on other occasions already. So that was exhausting enough since it made you contribute to the madness by provocation. They were the majority, but a pure nuisance in the way their smirks were lopsided, always trying to challenge you over your status. Against all standards, though, none of the present mid-rankers were impressive to your eye. Being muscular did not make a good agent in your book, nor did a sordid smile. Only a crime prevented constituted some bragging rights. Especially in the upper tier.

Then again, the merely five high-rankers in the company were utter bores. Bores knew what they were doing, didn’t need any more credit, minded their own lane, had decent popularity, and didn’t attract unnecessary attention. Perhaps, the true sign of a professional. There was a reason you were only third-best, not first, and other agents were more respected. Being quite as subtle and demure was not your method of choosing, and you chronically went against most of the grain in your quite literal field.

Number one and two were loners themselves, staring you down or refusing to attend at all: Just like you would have if someone else needed a partner. In fact, only Agent C, fourth in excellence, had seriously volunteered to be checked out by you, not fearing to be diminished. A man commonly nicknamed Ten — who actually had a memorable face to go by and a convincingly cool way of presenting himself, which made you consider him.

As far as hearing things through the grapevine was concerned? The name ‚Ten’ referred to the amount of bullets he needed to incapacitate a hundred members of any given organized crime ring. He seemed highly flexible in build, level-headed, witty even. But after a brief handshake, you could tell he was in his own category just like you.

Ten‘s shoes were worn-down from constant practice and cat-like climbs. His feisty glance was demanding rather than accepting. To the disappointment of your boss, you discarded the possibility of partnering up entirely for now. Set in his ways, there was nothing you could mentor Ten in, and he was more efficient on his own. He was not a prick, but he could exert control. Although you likely would communicate very well, your strategies would clash in a hot minute. So that was Ten.

After your boss had figured out that you would rather teach than collaborate and had a “peculiar, uncontainable protection fetish“, she proposed you take a really new cadet under your wing. The ones at the back. Freshmen. Sophomores. So far, so good. But even that made her raise each brow after you nominated Taeyong, who was about the worst aiming sniper among the crowd and by far the frailest. In the words of the first row, his body had assets that his future profession had no use for: „Unless he wanted to work as a rent boy and take drugs“.

Taeyong stood out to you exactly because there was no glace to meet nor speak of. Everyone else had such a steely gaze. He, however, avoided looking up and had concealed himself almost entirely in the crowd. You realized the spontaneous intelligence of standing behind the last row. It avoided the direct trouble of being inside the heated mid-rank agents’ atmosphere where malice was darted left and right. Taeyong hadn’t heard about `Agent Y’ in detail, but his instinct told him you were the biggest possible threat in the room besides your boss. He was entirely correct without any prior knowledge, which you gave him props for.

A suspiciously long handshake told you that Taeyong would not at all be helpless if he was hanging from a rooftop rail with one hand: And that he was more interested than he thought. His shoes were also custom sown — actually by himself, which he confirmed to you when questioned. They were mismatching the color of the classic black agent equipment and outfit that everyone else was wearing. If he could hide with bright red shoes in a sea of black clothes? Violate the dress code on a day that could be the opportunity of a lifetime for even upper-ranking agents? He could do anything. „Blatantly obvious talent,“ you told your boss.

On top of his unusual getup, Taeyong had actual high-quality foundation on his face, and the hair was taken care of strand by strand. You knew he could be a master of disguises, and he was meticulous. The crowd, however, did not react well when you unceremoniously declared Agent T your counterpart. It was weird to you that they wanted him to be the cocky and more experienced one. You started to understand the implicit code that the agents were pursuing, so you deliberately praised Taeyong’s good posture and way of presenting himself in front of the crowd just to spit on them. You had the mic. They did not.

You were soon well aware that Taeyong did not have a reckless bone in him indeed. Which, vice versa, some agents commended you for on the other hand — but overwhelming envy was the usual price. Which meant two being envied, since his position next to you should have been other people’s career launch. At lunch, Taeyong and yourself often had to overhear their talk about his supposed weak mentality, lacking stature, and no sensibility at all. In the end, both of you found yourself stared down and talked of, but more comfortable with being ostracized than slandered every waking minute, in the hawkeye presence of most other agents.

You got to know Taeyong’s character first-hand. At least five times a week when you met outside of work. He was far away from a walking human shield type of bodyguard, or a readiness to give an order as a superior. He had a quiet endurance with the will to exercise finer techniques. That he was friendly made his good looks be the exact cover to his book, Taeyong was pleasant to be around (which was not even remotely the task of an agent), and surprisingly people-savvy during missions: Which was exactly your blind spot. You tended to ignore its importance. Taeyong, on the other hand, was good at dealing with citizens. He had social intelligence. People smarts galore. Which is why he was a good lover.

Besides a nod he wouldn’t answer, because you felt what he was gonna say. Where Taeyong’s hints of dialogue, soft-spoken as they always were, had been a primary way to turn you on twelve months ago, his concentrated wordlessness was now a natural consequence of a deeper pleasure. You felt how his entire body made you feel tingly and excited. The slip and slide came pretty much on its own, and he had no problems keeping up.

Although he loved to cuddle up to you in the latter, Taeyong’s sofa clearly had the upper hand over his bed. The proper, ‚human‘ shape allowed for both of you to let it out, crawl around, roll around, while at the same time having a back-up to find relaxing positions on. Being seated together was easy to maintain since you both loved to draw it out and interrupt with kisses, which took all of your attention and stopped your either hip thrusts dead in their tracks. Then again, you would shy away from keeping things too rhythmical and all-the-same for more than five minutes. The secret was to allow the surprise.

Taeyong anticipated a plunge-in every second when the later phase approached but was always left in perpetual gnawing shock at how you would glide down on him. Sometimes sharply, then retreating, sometimes slowly pushing, with your fingers squeezing just below his jaw to take his luscious breath. During those heartbeats, you felt his hard swallows and struggle with suspense, the tremble of his eyelids, the plushness of his fuzzy lips, keeping Taeyong on a burning hot edge, and yourself in filled-up, dripping anticipation that was very much the same patience required for your job. Sex was unintentional training.  

A balance of keeping it going and some quick adjustments made for an enjoyable half an hour. Sometimes, you deliberately gripped him by the base to have him slip out, holding him tight, only to dip him in again. Things like that made Taeyong go crazy. If you brought your feet up on the couch padding to squat on him, Taeyong would use his every ounce of core strength to meet you halfway, resulting in a sloppy mess of pre-cum inside the condom, and an even juicier aftermath when he used his skinny fingers rubbing zig-zag motions into your clit by the millimeter.

Every time was different, but your lips loved to engorge and surround him, coat him evenly with a glazing wetness. It was not a bad thing that you’d gotten fully used to Taeyong being inside of you so often now. It wasn’t a rut. The contrary was the case. He really fit you well, and it was fun. You were grateful you found him at the agency, but you also cursed it for making your life more difficult than it should be — by the virtue of certain individuals being there. A complex mission you could handle. An insulting comment? Pissed you off.  

CHAPTER 1 - AT THE OFFICE

„No,“ she shakes her head. Then, your boss adjusts her glasses to pass you a stamped-up stack of documents. „Your goal: Is to find and arrest the Target. That’s all. As of 5 PM, you’ll be flying to Turkey.“

„Flying. Really.“

A quick glance across the material tells you everything your boss thinks that you think you already know. If that in and of itself is a ploy, you don’t bother as much as with the two glasses of mineral water in front of you. That is where the real conversation takes place.

You currently spin around your designated one in either palm, observing the texture of its content. Your boss keenly watches.

„What, does any of you prefer to go by bike?“ she laughs, and retreats the documents from the desk in one efficient swipe. The papers land below your vision. As always, in an audibly large drawer that locks shut automatically with three metal bolts. „You see. He can still stop and smell the roses afterward. I have nothing against that.“

„Ma’am,“ you cross your arms. „It’s not that.“

„Do you doubt his ability to assist you, then? Many of your fellow agents do. I’m hearing a lot of things.“

You don’t let yourself be distracted from the water glass. At this point, you think you figured it out. On most work days, your boss and you play the game of ‚is it spiked or not?‘ for the sake of a tradition since you debuted here six years ago. Which, to make it extra difficult, includes not being caught while spiking the water. So far, she didn’t have to pass you an antidote, and vice versa.

Today, you’re sure your drink has some kind of generic sedative in it. Hers you prepped with a harmless dose of simple raspberry flavor. Transparent, but not too hard to detect by nose. To be fair — the bosses’ office was a half-dim, overly modern dark grey room. Then again: You always trained each other for any scenario, in any environment. Being ready was everything. The rest was just banter.

„Well. What you hear is your business, but I just don’t agree with idiots,“ you quip, wondering if she’s the one who’s doubting.

„Whatever you say.“

„And, I didn’t recruit Taeyong to be my partner so he can show that he’s capable of this or that. His job is different from mine.“

With the raise of a brow, you get cozy lounging in your seat, which is deliberately crafted to turn awkwardly uncomfortable after ten minutes. It’s not a bad design in your eyes. Your boss has figured out a way that people would stop wasting her time. You always bring a pillow.

„I’m aware of your strategy. But I don’t believe you picked out Agent T just because he’s such a natural distraction within any operation environment.“

„To be frank, Taeyong is the sexiest in here.“

„Agent Y. Please.“

„It’s not like I’m not gonna shoot my shot with him one day.“

„Could you be more constructive.“

„Huh?“

„Just, just tell me what the problem with flying is already.“

It took forever until you had her there. You thought, maybe she was the one pulling a wasted-time trick on you instead. People would usually only cave when they were uncomfortable, and only then listen to you properly, and cut to the chase. You sighed out loud.

„Taeyong doesn’t have a fear of flights. He has literal flight panic. Like, the really serious version. He doesn’t function anymore.“

„Why did you not say that earlier!“

„Well. You wouldn’t let me.“

„You were free to talk.“

„Like, come on. You just let me speak after you fell for the strategy yourself. Not too aware— are you.“

The strategy being: The subject of Taeyong distracting anyone so much, they would finally do what you wanted.

The trick was almost lethally effective. Especially `admitting´ that you were `flirting´ with him would have people on your strings like a puppet. They were either too nosy or repulsed to retain their own goal focus. For the most part, though: They were nosy, feeling a compulsion to know more. That made them dependent and far out of their lane.

Using fake scenarios about personal relationships was the single-most insidious tactic to pull. It was trivial, juicy, loaded with emotion and weakness, while nobody could really tell if it was a trick or not. However, most people did believe that you wanted to shoot your shot with Taeyong, and fell for your gossip bait. Which had them neglecting what they actually wanted to do, which could be exploited in your favor. A dating rumor and people’s double standards always had more power than a single round of ammunition.

They did not suspect you had been dating forever. At least not for that long. You as a team had specialized in fooling people through their own curiosity, or even their discomfort with you being horny for him. The other way around, they would cheer for Taeyong and give it all green lights. But this way, people got mad and slammed the door shut in disgust — which was easy to deliberately trigger when you wanted to be left in peace. Even your boss was not immune, which was amusing since she knew about this strategy. But maybe — she could also fool you by playing along to make you believe it was an efficient tactic, could she.

„Agent Y, I don’t like you applying your own tricks on me.“

„They’re working. So I wouldn’t care who it is I’m using them on.“

„Goodness. Well, but what about him, then. If he has fear of flights. You should pick another agent to come with you. Like Agent L.“

„His name tells you exactly what he always takes.“

„Then Agent W.“

„He’s a bully. I don’t work with bullies. Haven’t you noticed he’s kind of strange? There’s a reason why nobody wants to go near his office.“

„I’ll look into it. What about Agent R.“

„He might be tall and muscular, but it slows him down on top of the lacking talent. He just looks like an agent rather than being one.“

„You might be correct,“ your boss reaches for the glass of water, drinking a decent amount now. „But say, Agent P has had plenty of successes recently.“

Was she testing you? Your blood was already boiling. Maybe that was her own strategy, then: Making whack suggestions to quiz people’s morals.

„Successful at being a sly ass jerk. I don’t want your C-list celebrities, boss. I only work with Agent T, nobody else. He belongs with me. We are a team.“

„If you stick together so much, see how you’ll manage him puking around for the time being. You can go by train on your way back, whatever. But it’s urgent right now.“

„That’s why you’re recommending my absolute dumbest `colleagues’? Being in a hurry messes with our organization and rationale.“

„You sure preach a lot, but I guess I need to check up on them more often.“

„I prefer to call it firing. But that’s just me.“

„Listen. I need to work with what I have in an emergency. Ten is not available yet. This is not a joke. Especially if it’s Istanbul. The spy is currently said to be somewhere in the Eastern boroughs. If you manage to meet her in time, Agent B will have more recent information about our Target’s whereabouts. That’s all I have to say.“

„You do?“

„Have a good flight. Do your best. Seems like I can’t help you.“

„I’m not the one who has to be told to step their game up.“

„At least you admit that. Somebody really should tell him. Why not you? In case he’s so unwell, Agent T might just put a roadblock in this mission. You need to give him a real pep talk. If what you say about his condition is true, though.“

„No, I meant you. Not Taeyong.“

„Are you sure?“

„If you want to test if I’m paying attention, you should hold your other agents to the same standard.“

„I will refrain from recommending you partners in the future, then. But I seriously need you to stay focused. We don’t go after this man for fun and banter. There are some spies out there who exist to extract very vital information.“

„I’ve seen the briefing. I know the Target found a way to get the file.“

„Really? I thought you were busy winking at Agent T.“

„I flirted with him at the same time as learning that the Target hacked our damn supercomputer. Using a virus program called The W.B.E Plus, which works on a code that employs a string of calculated—.“

„Okay. You did listen. Just get me that guy.“

„Now we’re talking.“

„Good luck with your job. I know it’s not an easy mission.“

„…to mess up.“

The last project was times tougher. You had to in-ear maneuver Taeyong out of a noose around his neck, a chair barely under his feet. The trick was simply to step through his back-tied arms, grip upwards, and kick his legs up on the beam where the rope was hanging from, and climb underneath the attic. A local New York clan of wealthy brokers had been smuggling stolen diamonds, which turned out to be hidden in an air duct Taeyong proceeded to climb through after he was free. Having to get the hell out because the brokers were shooting every available rifle in his direction. You had to get him off the roof with bare hands, and his bulletproof vest had to shots in them. Talk about easy.

„I bet my barber that Agent T is not actually afraid of flights and you’re trying to cause confusion,“ your boss readjusted her jacket — for no reason whatsoever, it was her habit.

Said barber is a lot to go by, her haircut is always trimmed to the millimeter at the nape. All while people never seemed to figure out when she got the haircut downtown, which would make her vulnerable to attack, as any agent going out in public. Only you figured she cut her own hair at home. You commend her swearing by yourself, but remained skeptical in your chair.

„You need more luck fixing that shit firewall. And our Target already sounds like the biggest amateur in history.“

„He managed to obtain intel even you couldn’t access.“

„Boss. The fact that we learned of his existence in time already shows he’s leaving every trace he can. Because he’s dumb.“

„Deliberately, I think. That’s why I want Agent T on his best performance. You might walk straight into a trap. It all looks like it.“

„50-50. This guy is trying way too hard.“

„If you say so. Better watch than make a guess. We’ll see each other in three days.“

„Three days?“

„Don’t tell me you need four.“

„Please. I’ll have him delivered to the officers by the time you have your breakfast tomorrow. We’ll absolutely be smelling the roses by then.“

„Then your strategy really must be excellent.“

„Count on it like your black suit. Now hand me the equipment already. We’re flying to Istanbul. If you want me to be serious, let’s get serious.“

CHAPTER 2 - THE PLANE

The sleek private jet had a comfortable beige interior, but Taeyong was still tilted sideways in his seat. A rather large construction for three people in a row, padded with a smooth material. He’d already walked in wary. Little exasperated sighs, looking around, quickly retreating to his spot. Taeyong was not secure on his feet at all. And, you feared, he would be until a longer time later.

Now, his face looked even more preoccupied. If you were honest, it seemed like he could pass out any second. Even if the altitude was now stable, something wasn’t right. The take-off had already been rocky, causing Taeyong to squeeze his eyes shut and not move for minutes. Complete shutdown, the breath in hitching panic. He sat there like a statue of rock. If you wanted to catch a spy together, he’d have to recalibrate his every cell at Istanbul airport before you could even start.

You handed him your own black coat to wrap around himself, which revealed the knives and rifles strapped to your shoulder harness. Since they were used to helping out agents, the flight attendants weren’t looking — but the pilot was. One gun on the left, one on the right. An especially well-crafted design of a Glock model, easier to load than ever, easier to aim than ever: Not much recoil either. The knives, one combat, and one utility: To use for cutting Taeyong an apple, so he had something to chew on. Slowly, but surely, but without any interest. He was staring into space and continued to freeze. The temperature in here did suck ass.

You closed the blinds of the window he was seated next to, and ushered Taeyong to sit further away from it. Although you took his seat and the dangerously steep view was now blocked, his eyelids seemed heavy, and Taeyong was dazed in his seat, sort of caught in his own world. He had accepted your coat and the apple slices wordlessly, with a mere nod, which was uncharacteristic of him. Taeyong always said thanks and smiled.

„Miss Hwang — if you could get Agent T a warm glass of mint water,“ you addressed one of the attendants, who asked you to call her Yeji. Some minutes later, she also brought along a freshly made sandwich for you to stack up on a plate. Meanwhile: The plane, as much as it irked you, was not steady in the clouds. It felt like a strange kind of turbulence.

„Thank you,Yeji,“ you said. „Is there any problem with the aircraft?“

„The pilot just joined the crew,“ she answered. „It takes him a couple minutes to get used to the cockpit and route. He’s usually flying to South America and the Pacific.“

„I see. New to Europe, huh.“

„We’ll manage.“

To your surprise, the mint water took a while to arrive from the cabin. You decided to relocate the two of you into the bedroom at the back of the plane, so Taeyong could lie down supine. It took three minutes to even get him there. Beforehand, though, you had to slam the cabin blinds shut — of the more than panoramic window that allowed for a ginormous view onto approaching cities. Taeyong had quickly averted his gaze and just let himself drop on the mattress. His cramping upper body told you he was completely nauseous from walking.

The actual cabin bed was rather slim, but still broad enough for you to sit at the edge — after you had chucked the mint water into a sink of the adjacent bathroom.

It was fucking loaded with chloride tincture.

Which had no business being in there.

In fact, it was one of the ways to poison a drink that your boss had warned you about the very most. Taeyong did not have a sip.

A blurry residue had shown at the bottom, and the smell was slightly off.  Chloride never mixed well with mint. You didn’t tell Taeyong, but grabbed a lemonade bottle from your suitcase instead. He didn’t seem to care that you gave him something else to drink but went on rubbing his stomach. You put your hand there, on top of his.

„Sorry. I’m so lightheaded…“

Because he was so short of breath, Taeyong’s mumbled apologies were easily cut up by the plane’s approaching turbulence. A bumping and side-to-side motion that slowly increased, with Taeyong gripping your hand wide-eyed in shock. You even started to feel it yourself, in your stomach, just how uneven the trail of flight through the air was. It was starting to get really annoying. And time-consuming. In an ideal case, you would be reading up some extra files on the case together, or have a chat with Agent B over the intercom. That one seemed to be disabled right now — what a coincidence.

„They’ll crash it,“ Taeyong breathes out hard. His blonde hair sticks to his scalp, and you can tell by his face and hands how he’s breaking into a cold sweat. On the job, Taeyong’s subtle makeup never slacks. You’ve never seen it runny, or even ill-applied. But now, it’s caking up on his forehead and nose. The bumps return, and the air pressure drops. The temperature is unbearable. Since Turkey is piping hot, of course you didn’t pack something any warmer into your suitcase.

„That’s not a damn weather thing, man. What’s going on in this plane.“

„I really feel like dying…“

„Come here,“ you lift him, reaching under his right armpit, hoisting up Taeyong to stumble across the bedroom area. „The bathroom has wall grips to hold onto. I’ll handle the rest, okay. Just stay there.“

The promise of a smaller room seems to be the only thing you can come up with. Taeyong is not claustrophobic. As you’ve observed him, it’s the opposite. A tight windowless area seems to relieve his vertigo, but how to deal with the shaky ground: His legs are none the wiser. At least he has something firmer to hold on to.

„Sit down on the floor. Here.“

He does, he coughs, and fumbles to get a towel, which you help him wet with hot water. Taeyong buries his face in the wet fabric, with only a slight relief following. If only this shit bathroom had a thermostat. The bumping doesn’t really slow, how would it. Because Taeyong continues to have chills, you knot the belt of the coat tighter around him. Somehow, the ground feels like it lost most of its gravity. He already started to cry. You stroke his back in a short embrace.

„I’ll be right back.“

CHAPTER 3 - THE COCKPIT

„Don’t look at me like that. Yes, I can just barge in like this!“

You briefly settle yourself into the creaky co-pilot seat, adjust the steering wheel on either side of the board, smack away the hand of the pilot that tries to interfere — and press what you deem worthy of an AUTO-PILOT button. Click. There we go.

And now you hope the turbulence is tamed. Sure, your boss had you take helicopter and related lessons, knowing you’d need them. But every plane was different. So, the shot in the dark is more like a shot in the dark, in outer space, while a black hole is sucking you in. The motor of the plane did sound different now if flying by ear was anything to go by.

„Hey! You’ll make us crash!“

The pilot was still furious that you just stormed in without further ado, trying his best to reverse what you just did.

„Huh. Oh really.“

You simply protected the AUTOPILOT button by shielding it with your foot.

„What are you doing? Ga— get back there! The back of the plane! You’re not authorized to be here.“

The uniformed pilot, tall and bearded, an East Coast white American, especially going by accent — someone most agents would describe as conventionally attractive, in fact — looks even more indignant than your boss after she learned that some troll used up all her spare ammunition in the practice shooting range last Friday. Well, tough luck for that person.

„Your flying’s the most terrible I’ve seen, man. You get out of here. We still gotta arrive in one piece. So?“

For proper emphasis, you decide to pull your left gun from the harness, and prop it firmly against his temple.

„This is my plane! Put your .44 away, what is this! I will report you!“

„Not really. That’s my bosses’ private jet, frickin’ idiot. We’re just borrowing it because it’s extra fast.“

 From behind the curtain, Yeji and one of her colleagues begin to peek into the cockpit now, alarmed by the rise in tone. The other lady with an updo seems to be a little older, and her nameplate simply reads Hyuna rather than a last name.

„What’s going on here?“ she says. „Any problems?“

Which almost makes you laugh given that you’re in here with your gun pulled.

„Simply open the curtain,“ you address Yeji, while the pilot keeps on raging.

„She’s attacking me!“

„You’re the safety hazard,“ you proceed to point your gun down south.  Maybe that will drive the point home. „Stand up or I’ll turn your crotch into a kitchen sieve. I don’t want you crashing us dead at fucking 11 AM, you amateur.“

„I’m a licensed pilot!“

„Hyuna, Yeji. This gentleman wants to be escorted out.“

„Have you gone insane?“

„Pardon. This jackass wants to be escorted out.“

 Hyuna seems to have experience with these kinds of situations judging by how she tugs the pilot out of his seat in just one go, merely using his collar — by virtue of knowing it would strangle him otherwise if he tried to stay seated. He’s flailing around, but already out of balance. The collar pull seems to be the latest genius hack in the agent academy, where flight attendants are typically recruited: Which you now see on full display.

In fact, you’ll send a nice present to your boss for providing you with this competent crew.

„Thank you very much,“ you smile, politely, then kick the pilot to the ground aiming at the backside of his knees. He goes down outside of the cockpit, struggling, head first on the ground.

„Got any masking tape lying around somewhere, ladies?“

„Just a moment, Agent Y. We are fully stocked,“ Yeji turns to the side of the attendant’s cabin, opening a closet.

For good measure, you knock the gun across the back of the pilot’s head twice while Hyuna climbs into the cockpit, flicking switches, turning nozzles, and belting herself into the main chair. Maybe a third hit is not a bad idea, just to make sure he’s entirely unconscious. For a guy this buff, he seemingly forgot to work out his temples and build some muscle there. Just a thought of yours.

It’s hard to drag the pilot along a meter or two, but Yeji has dealt with drunk passengers before, she says. The two of you lift the more-than-limp man’s body into the first seat in sight. The one with an absolutely brilliant view. A couple feet of tape secure him fast in place. Eyes, hands, feet, chest. The fabric of his stupid fucking uniform sticks to the tape like velcro. Nice job.

You exhale in one go, locking your gun back in its holster. Finally a safe flight — the plane is steady in the air. Captain Hyuna is in charge, baby. Istanbul here we come. Yeji opens the snack bar and fridge with sweets and cake, serving some chilled beverages on top of it.

You stride back to Taeyong’s cabin to inform him about the fight, but he’s firmly locked into the bathroom. Knocking twice, he emerges, asking if there’s no threat and whether you’re okay. He does look a little better — not as shaky. So it actually wasn’t a weather thing indeed. Just bad fucking flying.

You compliment him for doing the right thing protecting himself. What was he gonna do, charge out of his room to help and faint on the spot instead?  Be the easy fodder people taunted him about? Taeyong is now best suited for lying down in bed and warming up properly since Hyuna dialed up the temperature. You sort out your things to carry and then proceed to just relax. Half an hour before touchdown: Turkish delight and apple tea — spiked with nothing else but a dash of cinnamon.

 „So here goes our Target,“ you give a nod towards the arriving congregation of agents. They arrive in a loose formation, about six of them in total. „Sorry for the delay.“

After Hyuna gives him a firm push between his shoulder blades, the tied-up pilot lands between two officers who promptly snap some handcuffs around his wrists. Hyuna must have a magic touch for hurling big guys around like that. Well, sometimes — you can learn from a cadet, not just your boss.

„Good job ratting him out,“ Agent B shakes hands with you. „Boss already texted me saying it’s actually five minutes before her breakfast time now.“

„Right. Slight time shift.“

„We’ll get this guy transported to the headquarters in Cyprus, actually,“ B checks her watch.

Cyprus being code for Athens — just to fuck with anyone who might have installed a spy cam somewhere around here.

„You’ll have fun,“ you drag along your suitcase, which is jam-packed with snacks that Yeji gave you. Who knows. It’s always time for snacks, right. „He’s even more of an amateur than I thought. Unskilled pilot my ass.“

„Copy. Is Agent T okay?“

Climbing down the airstairs extra slowly, Taeyong now wobbles onto his feet next to you, hands on his knees after his lopsided descent. You hook your arm around his shoulder to have him standing properly. He’s sort of back to balance, or, well, getting there.

„I didn’t even know what was going on…“ he shakes his head, clearly dizzy with fright and sweatiness still. Agent B courteously helps him out of the coat, as the heat on the airport is simply scorching head to toe. At least someone would treat Taeyong well instead of just dismissing him. Maybe the Turkey division was ahead of the curve. They valued results — not looks, nor being an unusual character.

„Taeyong, you’re actually the reason I found out,“ you strike an encouraging tone, watching the officers frame the pilot while walking off to a black van. That one must be a cooking pan inside, with that level of heat bouncing off the glossy surface.

„I was?“

„As always.“

  A final nod. Agent B waves across her shoulder, then grabs the van keys while picking up a phone call in the distance. A turquoise little taxi appears in the meantime, the driver lurking out of the window in search for you, whom you beckon with a loud Merhaba.

„Really, what was the clue, then?“

„Back at the hotel Taeyong,“ you put your index across his lips, then pick up your luggage. „Relax now. Gotta ground yourself first here. I’ll pay the taxi driver extra to turn down the radio and drive slower than slow.“

Which wouldn’t be a problem: Today, the immense traffic was actually a blessing. And now, an aircon was actually necessesary.

„This all happened so fast,“ Taeyong holds onto his suitcase that now serves as a walking aid across the concrete of the airport. The food and drink have definitely raised his mood a little, but his legs are still going a bit side to side.

„I know,“ you mumble. „I mean. You almost got poisoned.“

Probably not with an instantly lethal substance, but still. Taeyong, however, doesn’t seem to be shocked about it. Now that you think again — you never passed him anything that has lemon in it, and why would you pour away the mint water. Taeyong doesn’t really like acidity.

„I knew you were acting strange about that glass of water,“ he says, and you open the trunk of the taxi to put the luggage in.

CHAPTER 4 — THE HOTEL ROOM

You’re reassured when he comes back knocking. Sometime earlier, you sent him there with all the time of the day available. In fact, the whole thing took a whopping three hours that you could use for a bit of your own me-time, food indulgence, antique market barter, and incognito sightseeing. Yes: You had your confused old man mask with you at all times. What else! It was just as effective as anywhere else, just a lot warmer underneath.

But back to Taeyong. Around 10:30 PM, he returns from the hotel’s spa and hammam fully exfoliated, massaged, steamed, soaped-down, heated up, joint cracked, thermal bathed, gently oiled, shaved, waxed, groomed, and pampered with extra heavy, but aromatic Turkish coffee as a perfect finish. But most importantly: Happy. Smiling ear to ear.

As part of the package, they even had a barber niche. A broad, bearded man from Eastern Anatolia decided to comb and razor Taeyong’s hair into a dynamic shape — and dyed it back to jet black on his own accord: „More handsome!“. Which Taeyong was decisively fine with, and you anyway.

Although the previous crisp blonde dye already gave him a fresh and masculine look, black was more mysterious and framed his face in a sensual way. Which, as you could tell by his cheeks, the barber had massaged all over, ardently moisturizing the skin full throttle like Taeyong’s life depended on it. You can tell they truly pulled his body in all directions and most likely karate chopped his back. Still a more harmless ride than flying with an amateur spy pilot.

Inside his fluffy white gown, Taeyong flops down on the hotel room’s queen-size bed. Humming and sighing, but this time, with bliss, head still in the old thermal bath under the vaulted ceilings. You knew he’d like the area and how challenging the massage techniques were. You could never, but he was into those kinds of things. Essentially boneless, he’s flushed and gooey in the limbs all over. The shock of the flight? Taeyong’s masseur slapped it out of him with a record-speed neck massage.

You, on the other hand, got some new detailed intel on your phone, then popped under the shower and stored away your guns — within reach, at least. As far as you know, Hyuna and Yeji have since gotten due praise from the academy chief, heading out to a café undercover for the night. While Taeyong’s arms and legs got squeezed in ten different directions, you were brushing your teeth after having a little cup of sage tea with biscuits at the hotel’s Orangerie.

You even played with a striped little cat that somehow managed to climb onto your room’s tiny balcony. Or, well — you always choose a lower floor because of Taeyong’s fear of heights, even if that makes you predictable in the eyes of an enemy. But who cares. Your black blade knives can deal with anybody’s vital points, nobody’s above their own humanity. As of now, you’re leaning in a chair and enjoy a lit-up evening sight of the Bosphorus Strait beyond the window. Your light PJs are comfortable in the temperature of the room, and loose, and there’s busking music playing from somewhere. Life is good in Istanbul.  

Because he still feels so hot and steamy, Taeyong discards his bathing gown and lays on the bed sheets naked, holding a small hand mirror to reapply his makeup.

At this hour, nobody used the elevator, and the hotel was safe and sound by your standards— but you still had him carry a device to contact you or the boss within a matter of seconds. That one he could discard by now, although he kept his phone within reach.

„Thank you for looking out for me,“ he says.

„Goes without sayin’.“

Lord knows Taeyong has done more strenuous things for you after a certain Agent Y caught malaria in Brazil. All while hunting after a Target. And Taeyong’s far away from being a born sniper, so he has to rely on more complex methods to fend someone off without them opening fire.

„All I know is,“ Taeyong presses a white undereye patch flat against his skin, „I think you figured it out when you brought me to the bedroom and pulled the blinds.“

As expected: He looks good with nothing but a hydrating eye mask on. But nothing like that even remotely surprises you.

„Well-observed. I knew the pilot was the culprit after I looked outside.“

„Hm— Outside? Give me a hint.“

„What does one typically expect to see in Turkey while flying past?“

„Turkish people? Turkish food?“

„Taeyong. Not at that altitude.“

„Turkish… landscapes?“

„We were traveling across a city at that point. Only houses and sights, no mountains and hills.“

„Then, I don’t really know.“

„What do you see when you fly across a Turkish city? A minaret! Literally at least one.“

„Ah, of course.“

„When I looked outside the panorama. Not a single one in sight. We were actually way above Eastern Europe at that point. The Balkans, not Turkey. The pilot was taking us way elsewhere.“

„What?“

„The man who should receive the spy’s intel— Andrei Strago. He’s Romanian. Strago is responsible for one of our agents’ family disappearing. Agent B found out two months ago that Strago actually runs a human trafficking ring for three years now. Down in Walachia, where most of his preferred route crosses inland from the Black Sea. That’s exactly where the pilot wanted to fly us to. We’d be in Romania as we speak.“

„Really now…“

„Yes. Strago was smart enough to pick a foreign spy for the job. An American, for that matter. But the pilot gave himself away knowing the exact caliber of my gun— and not flying like the expert he pretended to be with his bedazzled shit uniform.“

„I think I almost lost my mind in that bathroom.“

Strago really sent the worst pilot in history. At least you knew he was running out of money now.

„He also stuttered right into my face. It made me realize he’d been speaking another language as of recently. I swear this guy slipped up more than Agent P on a stamina test. The glass of water also took so long to arrive since he was busy prepping it somehow.“

„Right. It wasn’t Yeji. She would have been faster to spike my drink. I mean…she handled the food. But, how did he do it then?“

„I’m only guessing here. Maybe he stopped Yeji before she could bring the food trolley to us. He wanted us to suspect her so fucking bad, it’s ridiculous. But the officers who searched the plane after we took the taxi actually found chemicals in his personal bag. Lab texted me, it was chloral hydrate. They also found out that he dripped some ketamine into my sandwich.“

„But you didn’t eat anything of that!“

He almost drops his mirror.

„I’m still standing, so. Obviously not. I only ate some Turkish Delight straight out of the cupboard later when we already caught him.“

„Those were fine? No late effects, damage, nothing?“

„Guaranteed.“

Taeyong looks more than bewildered about the fact that you’re doing your ‚see everything, hear everything‘ job the way you’re supposed to, without a damning mistake. You always tell him, he can take it for granted. He worries regardless. But, you have to admit it, his concern is far more caring than what most people extend to you. Envy, anger, overwork — those kinds of things.

„How are you always prepared to find those things even if you can’t actually see them?“

„Boss taught me. We practice daily. You need to be able to spot what’s irregular. It’s all just chemistry, then. And you know I carry my antidotes.“

„So you’re okay, then,“ Taeyong nods, picking up his mascara again.

„I am. Thank the boss for hiring Hyuna.“

„It was a good team effort from you, seriously.“

And your boss thought Taeyong being ill was the trick. No, it was just Hyuna’s iron fist. Nothing less, nothing more. A strategy was a chance, but it could also weigh you down. Maybe, the best approach was simply adapting fast enough.

„I overlooked the geographic coordinates being set to Romania in the cockpit, and Hyuna did a better job at busting his nuts. But we actually managed the rest. The USB in particular.“

You purposely lower your voice now. Taeyong looked confused but also toned it down a notch.

„The USB?“

„The actual purpose of our mission.“

„Was there a second one?! Do we hunt for Strago and his gang now?“

„Boss gave me a data stick for Agent B to retrieve. Our flight was a messenger mission. All the collected intel about Strago’s business is on said USB. I didn’t tell you about it to minimize anyone finding out.“

„So we did take that data stick to Turkey already?“

Taeyong can hardly continue with his makeup again because his face is like an audible gasp.

„Exactly. The local agents will receive a copy. The trafficking ring can be broken up within two days time if all goes well.“

„That fast?“

„Agent B has done it before, ten times, twelve times. So we leave it to her and the crew we just saw. As for us, we specialize in single-target missions, not gangs. The experts are taking over from here. Rumor has it Ten was already flown in. They’re gonna shut this whole thing down. A crucial hint on the USB was that Strago owned a mansion on a Black Sea beach.“

„We… had this information with us the whole time?“

„It’s true. We could never send something like this through the airwaves. Sometimes, you gotta use antiquated technology. I actually stitched it into my coat. It was a safety measure. The USB was on you the entire time while the pilot thought I was carrying the USB. He thought he could grab hold of it while I was entering the cockpit, that’s why he got so handsy and flailed around.“

„Handsy? On you?! What did he do? Are you alright?“

„Don’t worry. He couldn’t manage.“

„Hyuna needs a serious raise. And, I really should have known. With the coat, you know. I’m stupid,“ he sighs.

„Because you didn’t pay any attention to it, that’s exactly why the pilot never even thought of finding it on you. Our flight route was so convoluted to buy time, though. I bet he would have searched you in your sleep at one point.“

„He attacked me with reckless flying, that was enough.“

Taeyong demonstratively drags a powder puff across his forehead, applying a finishing touch.

„Well, not anymore. So, now, that’s also why Agent B took off your coat, did you notice. She took it from you pretty damn fast.“

This guy is done for, and he didn’t even figure out where the USB was located. Although you were not complaining that your Target was an easier case. Taeyong would have been in serious trouble, and he certainly had his ways with poison in your food, too.

Although the sandwich in and of itself had looked far from appetizing anyways — nothing could beat a proper Taeyong-made bread from home. The snack that had arrived was so horribly below average, you wonder why the pilot thought you’d eat this willingly. Flimsy lettuce, stinking cheese, and an underwhelming condiment squeezed in between. That’s also how you would have described agents P, R and W walking down the hallway past your office.

„Sorry again. I was really too close to just fainting on the spot.“

„That’s why I booked ourselves a train back home. Day after tomorrow, we got nice bedding for two. Room service and everything, and 90% flat landscapes.“

It’s not just your following wink that sends Taeyong into a visible frenzy. He loves to go by train whenever. Lord knows you would have taken the Orient Express a thousand times if it weren’t for the risk of assassination.

„You did!“

„Uh-huh,“ you proceed to lay between his legs, now torso on torso with him. „We’ll have all the time in the world to use up our condoms now.“

His jaw slightly lowers, unable to form words at first.

„W—hat are you planning?“

„To start now, if you got some energy left. Coffee gave you a real boost, did it. We could almost fuck a marathon with the time boss gave us.“

„I think it did,“ Taeyong huffs out, flustered. „I’ve never had coffee this strong.“

„Figures,“ you smile at him. „And— You didn’t just put on your makeup for nothing, you see.“

He does those things pretty much automatically without thinking much about it. Even though it was 11:20 PM. Which must be due to the jetlag. Regardless: It all shouldn’t go to waste. And both of you were still buzzing with energy.

„At least… do I look halfway acceptable again?“

Understatement. You give him the eyebrow.

Taeyong’s visit to the hotel spa had clearly added five years of extra lifespan to his face and body in one smacking go. The silent and shaky little guy from hours ago is now glowingly refreshed as if he had been reborn. The flight was jarring, but a good haircut was the best pick-me-up.

„Much healthier,“ you smile. „You’re always `acceptable´. But I also would have made out with you in that sleeping cabin if you wanted a cuddle. Still better we can cozy up here, though.“

„I probably wouldn’t have gotten it up there anyway.“

Honest. Taeyong avoids eye contact, and he’s close to whispering. You know his body is very susceptible to moods. It doesn’t faze you. Hell, who gets turned on in such a state of dread. Taeyong’s vertigo is too strong.

„How I care if you hadn’t,“ you twirl at his hair, all the nonchalance in the world. „I like your hands and I like your lips. And— These.“

The thighs too, which you demonstrate to him with a little pinch on either side of them. They’re small, that’s why they’re handy — and easy to ride.

„True,“ he exhales, embarrassment in his eyes, but also clarity. Taeyong has slept with you for long enough to know that there are many ways to please you.

„We could do anything. A million ways we could feel good.“

„Yes. Maybe a billion.“

There it is. He’s adorable. Taeyong agrees you should be busy making some love instead of hurrying back to the headquarters. The paperwork can wait.

„You got it.“

„If you want a billion ways. Or a hundred for a start. I mean. If you’d like it…“

„Sounds like a good suggestion,“ you say, acting like a guest flipping through the menu at a restaurant. „I’d like to have everything at once, please. But with extra ice cream.“

CHAPTER 5 - THE BED

You wanted Taeyong to open his mouth and let the saliva pool, cooling on his tongue — as much as he could. You asked him to let the spit run over your labia. All of it, and he had to press his coffee lips between yours so it would reach the spot.

„Use your fingertips to spread it all around.“

So close to you. It’s what you always missed when you were busy and maintaining a protective front. Taeyong had you hot and bothered with his breath alone because it was so immediate. So immediate. He kept on licking, creating a mess. It was too good to be called just that. Taeyong’s mouth gave you a known appetite.

You wanted his dick, and it was erect and full where his robe once covered it up with its material — which gave him a little frottage. Your eyes: Liking what they saw. So sweet and almost pinkish, deep, thoroughly blushed in the middle. The tip, perfectly sculpted. You wanted Taeyong to whine for you because that very sweet spot made his body feel electric, too, now. But you weren’t just there yet. It was all building up.

Taeyong used all five fingers of his right to play with your pussy. You had an achingly bad desire to feel them brush back and forth, tease your clit superficially while it’s already soaked, and move around your labia for fun, not abrasively. Just playfully. He rubbed your best spot with three fingers flat on it, too, giving it a bit more focus. Taeyong is patient when you take your naughty time to lick his wrists and arms like a pervert. He didn’t judge you: He just watched and learned. It takes two perverts.

Going from a soft arousal in sobriety to full-on contact excited you to the bone now. You told him to put on the condom slowly, so you could observe his hands. Between your legs, he could make use of the final checking grip. Taeyong knew how to tease and work up your pussy with the tip of his cock, giving some little sideway nudges to your clit, and across, especially that. He learned that you liked it, so Taeyong hardly missed out on repeating that movement. You couldn’t wait for much longer. Your skin was almost buzzing.

The salacious view of Taeyong’s cock slicking in and out of you was heavenly, and it sounded just like that. Giving a bit of suction when he pulled back every time, and filling you up well when he rocked forward carefully. The penetration made your labia dance around his shaft that drove in slightly deeper and wetter than before, the more you fully relaxed around his slobbery member. Taeyong could never quite settle where he put his hands; your upper arms, or your thighs, or your shoulders. You liked how he switched places, it gave you so many new sensations. He didn’t lie with his billion ways.  

He spit and drooled so much on himself, using his hands and good aim, it was immersing your pussy in clear little bubbles. Whenever he pulled out briefly, he could barely keep up playing with your clit side to side, dipping into it, pressing down on it, using his two long bony fingers. He had to penetrate you again because he was needy. Alternating between outside and inside stimulation made him want to go insane, and cry from the intensity. If his massage had been a 90%, this was one hundred on the scale.

You got off so much on his concentrated facial expression that always broke every time the friction was a few extra active nerve endings more profound than before. Taeyong made your pussy feel so soft and sloppy, he couldn't help but admire it, and really feel the way your legs would wrap around his slender waist. His mouth craved your breasts so bad, and once you asked him to, he was sucking uncontrollably. You were very pleased with his technique, you got a kick out of it.

Because he liked to gobble you up that way, he always opened his jaw wide so his lips could be in full contact with your skin, stretched around your breast rather than just kissing it: Which he also liked to do, though, but with enough spit again. His chaotic kisses were interrupted with moans, stemming from just how much his dick was feeling you accommodate him more loosely, giving space, letting him plunge in more easily. In all the excitement, your heart was about to explode with fast beats.

„I love your pussy,“ he buried his nose in your right breast, and he maintained the gyrating of his hip, the slapping thigh on thigh with you, while swiveling his dangerously heated sticky tongue. „Your pussy lips are amazing. Look how juicy they are. They’re so pretty and stretchy. I love them. I’m so sorry I can't get enough of them.“

„Don’t say sorry, baby,“ you tickle at his neck. He was absolutely griping, but tried not to be too loud — which made it even hotter to watch him melt down from pleasure, face to face. „They’re so greedy and sloppy for you. Just keep fucking them. Come on.“

Over the course of the evening, you switched positions a lot. At least fifteen times, if not more. One time at his home, you rode him until exhaustion, he was so knocked out. Taeyong always felt really meaty, but pleasant, and not all that thick. He penetrated you as deeply as his moans would become, loving the slaps of your ass against his loins when you did doggy. Taeyong could never really take it, so he had to think about vegetables that would sauté in a pan ever so boringly to get his mind out of the gutter.

You weren't afraid of speed and Taeyong being unrestricted in the way he stirred up your pussy. As long as he was consistent: The angle had to be ideal. No moments being stuck of hurting. Your lips, simultaneously, keeping in close contact. Aggressively, passionately kissing. There was nothing shy here. Kissing gave him confidence. Taeyong has a certain way of puckering up that you liked, it was cute but also sexy.

He was addicted to putting his cock into your soft, hot insides, so far in. Taeyong always moaned softly while gouging into you from behind, hands rested on your ass, either upper side. Your walls were clenched up the deeper he dwelled, but also swollen and craving like your clit. What you liked the most in this position, the roundness of his balls pressed over your clit and continued to give it softened skin-to-skin stimulation.

It felt best when he wouldn’t retreat that far, but keep his thrusts minimal, not even pulling back two inches. In his mind, Taeyong pictured an X-Ray of your moving body, showing him how steep and hard and fleshed out his dick was, wedged deep inside your pussy. He liked to imagine he could see your walls part and close depending on how he drove his shaft into you. Not pushing, but rather being accepted and putting his tip as deep as he could.

You wanted more. Taeyong watched you stretch around him eagerly with every new oozing drop of yourself widening your entrance, throbbing with a greed that made Taeyong afraid he’d make you cum too fast, and you thought the same. He had to be careful pounding you, he could only do it one stroke at a time without slamming his thin hips into your ass too recklessly. That feeling already made him want to blow. He imagined how it would be like without the condom. He’d fuck himself dumb in three minutes and scream.

Shooting his sperm deep inside of you, meeting you at the farthest, to make your cervix so creamy with fluid, spoiling it completely, making your insides feel amazing and spongy from a clenching orgasm. That fantasy was almost too much, so he was glad he was wearing rubber. He’d pour right into you otherwise and leave you hanging. No-go. And still, he had to take a little break, whimpering into a pillow and lying down on it. He beckoned to onto his face with a gesture he had done so frequently it became nature, and you took the offer with a little mischievous smile. You loved completely smashing Taeyong’s face.

Your boyfriend’s jaw, felt between and under your thighs, made you obsessed with his outline, the bone and contour. It’s almost as if you could feel him ten times more accurately as with your bare hands. Maybe your pussy just had a thing for his nose. You felt his skinny fingers desperately clinging around your ass, disoriented from all the thrusting that you were picking up. His makeup was nothing but a big smear. You could feel his smudgy black lashes against your ass, and you pitied this little kitty for putting so much effort into painting his face. Shame you were relentless.

The hammam had worked up his blood flow, so this was putting the cherry on the botto— I mean on Tae— well, on top. If you were gonna pound his face like that, you were gonna do it properly, with the right momentum. It was so much fun because all the room was: Bed creaking. Muffled little noises. Wetness. Skin. And that’s where your big appetite from the beginning came in.

Without the condom and a bit of your saliva already, his cock was freshly soaked and perky to actually medium-sized, decently so, pulsing and easy to gobble once you controlled it with your fist. He loved your eyes, so you didn’t sit down on him permanently. For a while, you took him in your mouth from a sideways position, sitting on your feet’s heels right next to him. Lips only, no major tongue yet, with both hands wandering down onto his little hips.

On many days, and that thought came to your mind to turn you on even more (well thanks), Taeyong would treat you going mouth to pussy endlessly with your legs comfortably spread, laying down in perfect deckchair position to take a good look at his tummy, and to observe his magic dick just doing his thing — pleasing and stimulating you smoothly rather than ripping into your pussy to split it from brutal friction, or ramming your throat until you couldn’t breathe or swallow. Rather, he took it slow, using his slightly shorter length and balanced girth to his advantage.

He would roll his hips in large, wide serpentine motions to gently stuff your wet pussy and dripping mouth very deliberately with enough width to make you tingle and enjoy it, and admire its lush shape. You loved how it gave you soft gliding sensations. Taeyong loved how your pussy engorged him, and how your mouth opened up to him so hungry to suck it. You always loved to close your lips to surround and feel him. As in life, Taeyong was also not very risk-loving with sex. He was turned on like mad, but he wouldn’t push or tear. Instead, he knew how to work you up with his hands or granting just the right look at his sexy sweat-covered face. Or both.

But this way, in a 69 position, just focusing on his dick for now, taking him like this made your throat so hot and welcoming. You worked your open teeth and lips down his glossy cock five times, up, down, up. You wanted it all. Back to how you started when he took a break, you could really fuck your face with him properly while Taeyong was drowning. His face ruined, choking on pussy. He tried his best to pucker his lips how you liked it best, and kiss your pussy all over as good as he can. But after a while, he fails miserably because you grind onto his face too unpredictably. If you asked him in this moment whether he had fear of planes, he probably would not care nor know.

„Sorry, busy, I dunno, I’m shy,“ would his reply be. That scenario makes you chuckle.

Taeyong is pathetic in how his face gets destroyed, but he loves it. Your boyfriend surrenders to how you wreck him with your ass, bouncing on him as if you were riding all the cum he had out of his balls and cock. He’s winding and wincing, but he can’t escape, nor does he plan to. Everything’s so mixed up and your pussy is too wet for him not to lick up, trying to gulp it down obediently. What you give him, he swallows. He makes his shoulders move into it, a little upward, to match with you, but he gets pushed back onto the mattress in an instant and has to endure it passively. Which, going by his mewling, he likes.

Whenever you gave him a blowjob, he couldn't stop cumming. Your mouth was getting filled up deliciously with his smooth runny semen that would make deepthroating him even easier. Today was no different. As he keeps pouring it up in your mouth, onto your teeth (you perversely like this the very most), you continue to slobber on his thick dick and squeeze him with your exceedingly puffy lips. Just around the middle of his shaft, where you can feel his amazing circumference the most.

You grind your pussy all over his face to finish him entirely, let your clit trail down his nose until you get goosebumps and want to scream from pleasure. Completely unleashed. Taeyong goes crazy working his nose and soft warm tongue, upwards, straining. You groan around his dick, which makes Taeyong even more desperate, and your pussy more swollen. You’re treating his cock with your teeth and spit, which comes out gooey from all the snot running backwards from your nose, inside. Taeyong is too slutty not to like that. His cock always stimulates your mouth so well, but especially the lips. Talk about spa — it’s like a deep massage. You love the noise they make, and your super wet throat. It wants to choke the cum out of him until he loses his mind and goes blank.

„Mmh, just give me that cum,“ is what you mumble, it’s hard to understand, but Taeyong has heard that phrasing very often, times before. He is always polite to oblige on demand.

Taeyongs two-hand embrace around your waist allows for movement enough to leave him dumbfounded from the downforce. Crushing your ass and pussy against his face makes Taeyong dizzy and even more uncontrolled with his seed-dripping cock. He shoots more and more soft treads into your mouth and fucks the whole length into your throat so you can take a good look at his big plump balls. They smell amazing, like everything about him. You wiggle your nose down into them, to shake them around side to side, and get even the last drop to shoot against the roof of your mouth.

Taeyong’s brain is melting down. It hurts him from overstimulation, but he never really wants this to stop. Unless you tell him to, or you’re cumming on his face. Which you do— and hard, and oozing. Into his lashes, dripping down his nose and nostrils, over his brows, across his cheekbones, his cupid lips, even the veiny neck. Taeyong can’t see anything. He’s killed by the heat and erratic riding-out moves that slowly descend, but he’s in paradise.

This guy is obsessed with your body. He needs it so bad, all the sensations, even if it overwhelms and fucks him up, and he can't think anymore, he loves you so much. That you spit out his semen to coat his dick a last time using your palms, you can hear him groan a final time until he goes dramatically limp. He’s hardly ever pushed himself to an orgasm like this.

„Gonna be a boring train journey,“ you postpone the encroaching fatigue for another few seconds, turn around from your position, and kiss Taeyong on his wet nose with his own cum on your lips. Spreading it out, admiring the masterpiece of his screwed-up makeup, and giving him a little laugh with a grimace you’re pulling.

EPILOGUE

The next morning, you woke up to a coded text from your boss. Taeyong was still fast asleep, barely making any breathing noise because his dozing was so peaceful. You had cleaned his face with a tissue during aftercare, and he was already half gone by the time you finished it up. The evening had turned him to a pile of jello, so his limbs were going all over the place, even hugging a pillow when he no longer registered you lying next to him.

You smiled, sat up, picked up a piece of paper to decipher the message — and the conversation proceeded.

boss: we’re getting ahead in romania

y: yes?

boss: the subject is caught

boss: andrei strago

boss: will report back to you with final details soon

boss: we have a good chance of tracking agent u’s abducted family

boss: they are still alive as per the pilot

y: good job

boss: all thanks to your team strategy

boss: and also

boss: i did find out who took my ammunition

y: do you believe it’s time to fire some people /now/

boss: already done

y: i don’t have to guess who

y: agent w has been stocking up our ammo in his office for fun right

boss: rather guess the new replacements. ten will be taking care of this mess when he returns

y: then the mess is as good as resolved

y: you just gotta know which project to hand to whom ;)

y: and by the way

y: i’d like to recommend our youngsters

y: yeji and hyuna

boss: you’re not the only one who thinks that way

- final note. thank you for reading this far! enjoyed the rollercoaster ride? 😄👀 reblogs and comments much appreciated as always <3 you can also >>> find this fic on ao3.

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[babyleostuff]

helloo >___< this is my first time to do something like thiss so… can you do something like a reaction of seventeen when they kiss their someone and reader responds w “stop i have a bf” as a joke ! i just saw it on tiktok ! i hope u get it t___t

love u and ur works btw!!! thank you for writing <3 keep on slaying ^__^

thank you so much for your request <3 I had so much fun writing this, hope you'll enjoy reading it as well 🫶🏼

kissing prank with seventeen | OT13

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

𓆩♡𓆪 You decided to prank him as he was leaving for work, thinking he’d be too distracted to notice. “Okay, see you tonight, honey,” he put a hand on your cheek and gave you a quick peck. “What are you doing? I have a boyfriend.” His brain malfunctioned for a second and he just stood there with furrowed brows and a confused face. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND.” Turns into a whiny, pouty and ANGRY baby, not liking your prank whatsoever. You had to remind him he’d be late for practice, but he’d not care at all. You’d  have to apologise with lots of kisses, but he’d probably still be sulky. 

YOON JEONGHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 He’d catch onto your prank immediately. You can’t outdo the doer, period. He walked up to you, as you entered the house, kissing you gently. You tried to put on your best act, as you knew he wasn’t easy to fool. “You can’t kiss me, Hannie. I have a boyfriend,” you said in a hushed tone. He’d simply look at you with a straight face and go “yeah, sure. How was work, by the way?” and walked away, with no reaction at all. You’d be a bit sad that it didn’t work, but still, it’s not like you had big expectations for it to work. Jeonghan would notice your reaction to the failed prank and give you some extra kisses as an apology. 

HONG JOSHUA 

𓆩♡𓆪 Would be so confused, because he didn’t understand the prank. “Hey darling, what do you want for dinner?” he’d come up to you and peck the corner of your lips. “Joshua!” “What?” “I have a boyfriend, you can’t kiss me.” You could see his brain trying to comprehend what you’d just said. “Well yeah, I’m your boyfriend?” he’d say and give you a confused look. You’d just roll your eyes and try to explain the prank. At first he’d think that you meant that your relationship was a prank, which made you facepalm yourself. “Forget it. Let’s order dinner.” 

WEN JUNHUI 

𓆩♡𓆪 Please, it would make him so upset. You were watching a TV show, and at some point he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss. “Stop, I have a boyfriend,” you said, trying your best to keep a straight face. “Oh, okay,” he’d say and turn his gaze away from you. It would take him a couple of seconds to understand what exactly you’d just said. He’d scoff at you and scoot to the other edge of the couch, to get as far away from you as he possibly could. “That wasn’t funny,” he’d say and cross his arms, like an angry child. You’d laugh at his reaction and throw yourself at him, hugging him tightly. 

KWON SOONYOUNG 

𓆩♡𓆪 “Get away from me, Soonyoung. I have a boyfriend.” Would be up and ready to fight your imaginary boyfriend. Wouldn't care and wouldn’t listen to you trying to explain that it was just a silly prank, taking it WAY too seriously. It would take some time for him to calm down and listen to you, finally understanding that you didn’t mean what you said. He’d try to give you a silent treatment for making fun of him, but would give up after seeing your upset expression. 

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 Another one that you cannot prank. You’d be at a dinner with your friends, and when he made sure that no one was paying attention, gave you a quick peck on your lips. “Wonwoo, you can’t do that. I have a boyfriend,” you’d try to sound as offended as you could. You’d also give yourself right away, as you started laughing at his unbothered and slightly annoyed expression. He'd probably give you a side eye as well, finding your little prank silly and pointless. “You’re so bad at this, it’s almost hilarious.” In the end, he’d have to apologise in kisses, as you accused him of being mean to you. 

LEE JIHOON

𓆩♡𓆪 Kissing pranks on Jihoon is like one of the worst ideas ever, you’re not sure what exactly had gotten into you. It would be on one of the rare occasions where he would kiss out of his own will. “Stop,” you’d put a hand on his chest. “I have a boyfriend.” His face would go blank, no emotions apparent whatsoever. He’d roll his eyes at you and smirk with a head shake. “You seriously thought this would work?” he’d ask. “No?” Lesson learned, never try to prank Jihoon. 

XU MINGHAO 

𓆩♡𓆪 One of the many drama queens. “You look adorable today,” he’d giggle and kiss you lovingly. “Stop Hao, I have a boyfriend,” you’d say and push him away. The second these words left your mouth, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in disbelief. At first he wouldn't be able to say anything, being taken aback with your words, but would throw a tantrum right after. He’d gesticulate with his hands in annoyance and get so petty with you, making you taste your own medicine. Would probably ignore you for the rest of the day, until he started to miss you. 

KIM MINGYU 

𓆩♡𓆪 You loved tricking Mingyu, as he almost never caught up to the fact that he was being pranked. He’d kiss you before going to bed, already half asleep. “I have a boyfriend, Mingyu, you can’t just kiss me.” you’d say in a worried tone, making his eyes go wide in surprise. “Oh, right. Sorry,” he’d say and waddle to the bedroom. You’d stay in the same place, crossing your arms and waiting for him to realise. “YOU HAVE A WHAT?” he’d yell from the bedroom. Would be so sad and sulky after, you’d have to be the small spoon for the night, reassuring you that he’s your one and only. 

LEE SEOKMIN 

𓆩♡𓆪 Don’t do this to him. Just don’t. He’d lean to give you a peck, but you’d stop him before he could reach you. “I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” He’d give you an apologetic look and say that it’s okay. He was about to continue what he was doing before, but as he saw your eyes welling up in tears from trying to hold in your laughter, he would understand he was being pranked. He would jokingly start yelling at you, and whine that you’re just being mean to him. You wouldn’t be able to resist his cute expression and kiss his lips and cheeks in a silent apology.

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 Another drama queen. “Stop this Seungkwan. I have a boyfriend, you can’t kiss me.” Would throw hands and whine until you didn’t apologise and even then he would still be SO petty. Would not return any of your affection for the rest of the day, side eyeing you constantly and scoffing at everything you’d say. If anyone asked what was wrong, he'd spend the next ten minutes complaining how annoying and ungrateful you are. Would not even bother to listen to your explanation, saying right away, that he doesn’t find your pranks funny. 

CHWE VERNON 

𓆩♡𓆪 No reaction, face blank. He’d plop next to you on the couch, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. “Stop, I have a boyfriend,” you’d distance yourself from him, reaching casually for the snacks laying on the table. Would look at you with a straight face, not amused at all. “Where did you get that from? Tik tok?” He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw your annoyed expression, which meant that in fact yes, you got it from Tik Tok. “Ugh, you’re no fun.” “Sure I am, your pranks just suck.” 

LEE CHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 This baby. You heard about the prank from your friends, and you were curious how your boyfriend would react. “I had so much fun today,” he said, as you neared your apartment. He’d stop under one of the post lamps and give you a passionate kiss. You'd push him away “Chan, I have a boyfriend,” you’d say seriously. His heart would break at those words and sadness would appear on his face. “Wha- What do you mean you have a boyfriend?” Seeing his reaction, you wouldn’t have the heart to keep it going and hug him tightly, as you explained that it was simply a prank.

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[ilwonuu]

helloo! hope you're doing good <3 I have a hard smut thought..... HYUNJIN ATTENDING THAT VERSACE EVENT? THE FIT? THE PHOTOS? DADDY? SORRY? DADDY? well to get this off my mind i'd like to request a fic with hyunnie using reader as his muse or reference for a painting. He had known the reader since long and had a fat crush on her, the feelings were reciprocated but both never knew. One fine day hyunjin asks the reader to paint her with veryy prettyy lingerie initially she agrees on it. But eventually he gets pretty horny and asks the reader to get naked and then he continues painting. He can't take it anymore and he confesses his love for the reader the reader does too. They kiss and then..... can't wait to see your fic on thiss!!! Take care lots of love

OMG. this is a GREAT IDEA THANK YOU!!! i hope u enjoy<3 thank u for ur request !!!

how i see you

↬ hwang hyunjin

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𓆹 pairing- dom!hyunjin x sub!reader, friends to lovers

𓆹 summary- hyunjin makes his move on you. receiving more than intended.

𓆹 warnings-they have crushes on eachother, painting in lingerie/while naked, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex(what did you expect) penetrative sex, fluffy at first, lmk what else

𓆹 a/n- i got WAYYYY too carried away like seriously. im falling into a hyunjin hole. he can fall into my hole (please) im so sorry LMFAO lmk what u thottttt

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hwang hyunjin. the pretty boy you met in your painting class sophomore year of college. he was sweet to you. (he thought you were the prettiest person in the world) he wanted to look at you at all times.

he loved the way you did your hair and dressed. he wanted you so bad. finally deciding to act somewhat on his crush, he asked you to model for him.

he wanted to draw you so bad. not counting his sketches he would get of you when you had your painting class. he loved your features. you agreed to model for the boy. getting your final touches on your appearance. making your way to hyunjin’s finally. you shaking away your nervous feeling. you arriving sending him a short text. he eagerly opens the door- well you don’t know that.

he was more than excited for you to be in his artistic space. and he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous. “welcome in. make yourself at home! let me know if you need anything.” he smiles at you helping you get comfortable.

“thank you.” he nods at you.

“of course. okay- how do you want to do this? you’re still comfortable modeling in your lingerie?” he asks you. his eyes shifting to your lips and down your body and to your- okay.

“yeah i’m comfortable with it if you are jinnie-“ he chuckles at the nickname. his heart loving the sound of his name with your voice. gosh he just wants to kiss you.

“okay- well i already set up my living room area. you can just sit or lay on the couch however you like!” he suggests with a smile.

“yes. that’s perfect.” you smile back. taking off your clothes that was covering your beautiful white lingerie. hyunjin thinks he hasn’t seen a prettier sight. you soft skin against the light fabric. it hugging against your body perfectly.

“is this okay?” you ask referring to your lingerie. the boy is caught in his thoughts. he can’t take his eyes off your beautiful body.

“i-yea it looks great on you.” hyunjin smiles at you. hoping you don’t see his dick hardening in his pants. he just wants to kiss your lips. “i’m ready when you are.” he tries to bring the attention back to you.

“yea let’s do it.” you try to shake your nervousness laying on his couch. “okay um get in a position you can stay in for a while. don’t want you to get uncomfortable half way through.” he laughs at his words.

especially when he sees that they made you smile. “okay i think this is good.” you finally say picking your spot. laying back to shift your gaze to hyunjin. “then we can start right away.”

he sits in his chair thats in front of his easel. he starts sketching the outline of your body. his gaze slightly intimidating at first. his gaze softening soon enough. you relax a little bit.

he gets entranced with your angelic figure. beginning to add the paint to his light sketch. “yo-you look so beautiful by the way. i had to tell you.

i really like that lingerie on you.” he eyes you again. allowing his fingers to stop. “thank you- you look good too. you always do.”

you confess not really knowing why you did. but hyunjin loves every second of it. “thank you. so do you.” he smiles at you again. his dick getting harder the more he paints the outline of your body.

“y/n- i know this sounds a little- crazy but if you would feel comfortable with me painting you naked? i think it would look really beautiful as a painting.” him hiding his hand against his dick softly.

“yea- i mean i’ve never done this before but i want to try.” you look at him at you start to take your clothes off painfully slow hyunjin thinks. he just wants to take you just like that.

“yeah you look- shit you look great let me keep going.” he practically begs you as he picks up his paintbrush painting in the features he sketched. not forgetting to not add the curve and dips of your body against the couch. he thinks you look perfect like this.

how could he not get hard? he tries to continue painting you for ten minutes. ten minutes too fucking long it seems. hyunjin is rather impatient. “y/n? can i tell you something?”

he ask nervously as you see him put his paintbrush down. slowly getting up to move closer to you. “yea of course jinnie.” he moves closer to you. joining you on the couch. he sighs.

“i’m so in love with you. every second of the day- i want to be with you! i want you always.” he admits as he he relaxes into your touch. you gently pulling him into a hug. “hyunjin- how have you not noticed that i want the same as you.” you smile and his excited expression. “i don’t know- i was scared i’m so happy you feel the same. can i kiss you?”

he asks leaning in before stopping himself. “yea- wait what about the painting?” he shakes his head. “all i want is you right now.” he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. his lips are softer than you could’ve ever described if you tried. never wanting to leave his lips.

wanting more and more as he kissed you longer. his hands roaming your body as he kisses you deeply. he is kissing you with so much want in him. he pulls away suddenly. “can i make you feel good? only if you want to of course.”

he asks you. “yes p-please.” you not caring much about your stuttering. hyunjin his moving to laying you back so he can hover over you.

you immediately tugging his shorts down seeing he doesn’t have boxers on. “no boxers? were you thinking about this? be honest-“ you taunt and you receive a shameful nod.

“can i finger you princess? want to make you feel as perfect as you are to me.” his hand is dancing up your leg teasingly. you want nothing more to have him touch you. “please j-jinne.”

his dick hardens even more at the whininess of your voice. “don’t worry. my pretty princess gonna feel so good.” his fingers don’t hesitate to snake around your slit. “i knew you would be this perfect for me.”

he removes his fingers from you to throw his shirt off. you whine at the loss of contact and the new sight in front of you. “hyunjin-please!” he cuts you off kissing your lips spreading your legs what he thinks is subtly. sliding his thick long finger into your wet cunt. groaning at how wet you are. “come here-“ he is pulling you into another sloppy kiss. “more hyunjin please!”

he doesn’t say anything just adding another finger inside you. “so good for me. my good girl. you look beautiful like this.” he watches your face and how it shifts in pleasure. “gonna cum princess? tell me like a good girl.” your legs are shaking rapidly.

his right hand spreading your legs wider as he fucks his fingers faster. you see his dick rubbing against the couch. pulling moans from him. “cumming ah please-“ as soon as those words leave your lips his fingers are tugged away from you. “n-no! was so close.”

hyunjin coos pulling you towards him by your hips. “i know baby. want you to cum on my dick. don’t you want that?”

he asks the the last part as he rubs h is dick against your folds. not breaking eye contact with you once. “p-please!” he kisses your jaw.

“you can take it princess?” he is peppering your face with kisses. causing you to blush. “yes i can take it jinnie!” he groans opening your legs pushing in softly. “you feel so fu-fucking good.” he laughs in disbelief watching where you two connect.

“tell me when to shit- move.” you clench around him. loving the feeling of being full. “fuck me jinnie.” you moan out wrapping your arms around his neck. he speeds his hips. fucking you deep, his arms propping himself to hover over you.

his gaze deep against yours. “i’ve thought a-about you- about this so often.” he breathes into your neck. “oh it’s so much- than i imagined.” he whines as his hips get rougher and more desperate.

“perfect princess. need you so bad. gonna let me make you mine?” you nod at his words. he moans into your skin again as you feel his hips buck. “gonna give you all my cum princess. tell me you’ll take it.” his question is hard to focus on. upon the boy looking so dead in your eyes while his hips are drilling into you.

“want it- all of it hyunjin p-please.” he smiles devilishly. “perfect girl. my pretty princess. taking all of my cum. if you could see how i see you. you are so fucking beautiful.” his final praise sending butterflies through you. as hyunjin also sends his cum through you.

he loves the way you clench at the feeling. cumming hard on his dick. “jinnie-“ you cry out for him. his hips slowing but not stopping as he starts to fuck his cum into you. “s-sorry you just feel so good.” he stops his hips pulling out. he pulls you into a kiss.

“can i still paint you? i didn’t lie about how beautiful you look. still would be a beautiful painting.” you comply<3

#skz fanfic #skz smut #skz hyunjin #skz #hyunjin #hyunjin fic #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader

[gh0stsp1d3r]

your fics with the reader being just as insane is just *MWAHHH* chefs kiss

would u do a william x slightly younger reader (in her 20s) and the reader is slightly yandere for him👀👀👀

loveee thiss!!!

ℳ𝒾𝓃ℯ

Warnings- age gap, jealousy, suggested murder at the end

You both were obsessed with each other. That much was obvious.

You both fit perfectly, because you both never wanted to let go of each other. You were more clingy and he was more possessive.

“William?” You said, entering his office.

“Yes?” He turned around in his chair, looking at you now.

“Are you almost done?”

“Almost. After this, we can get something to eat, okay?”

You nodded and smiled, leaving the room and going back into the living room and turning the tv on.

But you weren’t paying attention to the tv, just thinking of the night with William. He was already on your mind 24/7.

After an hour or two, he left his office, looking around for you.

“Alright. You ready?” He asked you, you were quick to hop off from the couch and nod. You both walked out and you both went into the car, one of his hands on your thigh for most of the ride.

He pulled up to your favorite restaurant, he opened the door for you and you both walked in talking.

Quickly, you both got some odd stares as you entered. The age difference might have been weird to others, but it wasn’t something that either of you cared about.

You both ignored them, and he was talking to get a seat. Once you both sat down, you both looked at the menus. Then a waitress approached you both.

The waitress was nice, she was smiling at you both when talking. Her eyes lingered on William for a bit long, however. This bothered you.

William was an attractive older man. He was charismatic, hot, and he could be funny and nice.

And it was often that you also saw others liking him. He was yours, why couldn’t anyone get that?

She took your orders and William could tell something was wrong. You stared at her when she left, glaring at her a way he knew too well.

He said your name softly, and you turned to him again, your demeanor quickly changing when you looked at him.

“Yea?”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said, he quirked an eyebrow. “I’m fine.” You said again, turning back to the waitress for a second and back at him.

“Okkk…” he said, not believing it at all.

When she came back you kept glaring at her, especially when she tried to make small talk with him.

“Oh, that’s my favorite! It’s so good, to die for.” She said, as she smiled at him sweetly.

You rolled your eyes, jealousy growing every second they interacted. His eyes moved to you for a second and back to the waitress.

When she left he turned back to you.

“Y/n.”

“What.?”

“I love you, you know that?”

“I know…”

“And you don’t have to be jealous.” He laughed.

“But-!”

“I love you.”

“She was looking at you like she wanted to rip your clothes off.” You huffed.

“I think she’s just trying to get a tip.”

“Yeah, yours.” You mumbled, he raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

And once you left, you left with her name, and an idea in your head, an idea to make sure that he loved you and only you. An idea that would make every girl leave him alone, make them scared of you.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #william afton #matthew lillard x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie

[clonehigh-takes]

abe the type of guy to rub his hands and say Lets Dig In!! When eating

abe the type of guy to ask a bruised apple Who did this to you?

abe the type of guy to go to a gym and say “Dont let these men walk all over you” to a treadmill

abe the type of guy to scream when the lights go out

abe the type of guy to not use hand sanitizer cuz he feels bad for murdering the germs

abe the type of guy to say in a high pitched voice “Embarrassinggg!!” when someone messes up

abe the type of guy to surprise his bros with a visit from the tickle monster

abe the type of guy to giggle and kick his feet when texting someone he likes

abe the type of guy to say “erm… what the flip?”

abe the type of guy that strokes his chin when thinking

abe the type of guy to have stars float around his head when hes dizzy

abe the type of guy to say “No you hang up!” to one of his bros

abe the type of guy to say golly gosh!!! when hes shocked

abe the type of guy to say mimimimi when he snores

abe the type of guy to slip on a banana peel

abe the type of guy to say “i was born ready” when u ask him if hes ready to go

abe the type of guy to say stay back i have a fork to a robber

abe the type of guy to have a lightbulb light up on his head after he got an idea

abe the type of guy to murder 5 people and say “did I do thiss 🥺”

abe the type of guy to cover his ears and say lalallala cant hear uu when hes mad at you

abe the type of guy to say Stop. You Know Your Better Than This. when his bro is fighting someone

THIS IS BULLYING LMAO

#clone high #clone high takes #clone high abe #ch abe

[maehemthemisfit]

all i can think about is cutting my finger on one of those goofy ass books and accidentally summoning a kazutora demon.

so like, could u do a scenario for demon kazutora hcs?

Thinking of DEMON KAZUTORA who wants to stay in the overworld bc his world sucks so when you accidentally summon him, he knows you don't know anything about demons, so he's using that to his advantage

DEMON KAZUTORA who doesn't tell you how to send him back so he gets to chill and bother you all day, poking at anything interesting you have and asking you a dozen questions about humans and your interests

DEMON KAZUTORA who can turn into a cat to hide his demon form. He's a bengal breed which basically is a cat that looks like a tiger.

DEMON KAZUTORA who begs you to take him outside so he can see the city, so he clings to the inside of your hoodie, poking his head from your collar to see the world, his fur tickling your chin in the process as he looks around with big curious cat eyes, marveling at any and everything he sees.

DEMON KAZUTORA who never gets summoned, so everything is a new experience for him, so ofc he's overjoyed over the simplest things :(

DEMON KAZUTORA who tastes human food and sweets for the first time and literally cries, hot tears rolling down his face as he clenches his chest, the thought of tasting something so good making his heartache since "He doesn't have this back at home..."

DEMON KAZUTORA who tries desperately to make a contract with you so he wouldn't be forced to leave once his time is up

DEMON KAZUTORA who grows attached to you and your antics so he's helping you around the house. The way his eyes are trained on yours whenever you explain something to him is adorable. He's so focused, eager to make you happy that he did something right.

DEMON KAZUTORA who whines anytime you leave without him, already in kitten form with his teeth holding on for dear life onto the pants you're wearing, attempting to pull you away from the door. He sulks around the house when you do eventually leave, but as soon as he catches a whiff of your scent or hear the sound of your keys, he's already ready to greet you at the door, tail wagging excitedly as he patiently waits, ready to tell you how much he missed you and how bored he was.

DEMON KAZUTORA who's favorite thing to do is watch movies and shows with you. He gets a lot of information from them, but the best part is he gets to cuddle with you

DEMON KAZUTORA who loves when you rub his horns, wings, or his little heart shaped demon tail. You also point out his little fangs which always makes his face heat up. he secretly wants to bite you

You aint hear that from me 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

I swear his tail gives away his emotions. It comically points straight up whenever he's surprised or flustered and curls around himself when he's shy/nervous.

DEMON KAZUTORA who's heart jumps anytime you try to get him so go back where he came from. Screaming words like "Begone demon! depart! goodbye! cut loose! May the power of Christ compel you!" scared when you actually get close to saying the words that would send him back.

DEMON KAZUTORA who sneaks in your bed in cat form, and in your sleepy daze you're fine with that. Then you wake up to his arms wrapped tightly around you, back pressed to his chest, face snug against your neck as his soft breath tickles your skin. UGHHH I NEED THISS PLSSS SHJERHS

DEMON KAZUTORA who sometimes doesn't understand boundaries especially when you're upset with him, so you have to slam the door in his face. He knows he could easily get in if he wanted to, but instead he uses his cat form, tiny paws clawing from under the door, begging to be let in along with many meows and apologies that you eventually cave into 🥺

He's a clingy demon, and god forbid another gets close to you. He'll wrap his arms tightly around you and glare daggers to whoever it is.

DEMON KAZUTORA though he isn't a popular demon, he isn't weak either. So he'll fight a mf if he needed to. He's protective, but not overbearing. He'll be grumpy if you bring another guy home, but he won't bother you, just stare menacingly at the guy in his cat form like >:( and it freaks the fuck out of your guest.

"Uh, your cat is just... he's just staring at me."

"Oh, h-he does that to everyone. Heh... don't mind him." 😐

"Yeah... well i'mma go."

"DAMMIT DEMON!"

slick mf 😒 lucky he cute.

DEMON KAZUTORA who just loves touch and physical affection. Giving and receiving. Back hugs, pecks, head pats, boop his nose and he'll melt. Whatever touch you give him he'll gladly take it.

He also finds ANY REASON to touch you. Having trouble reaching something in a high place? Don't worry, he'll place his hands on your waist and lift you. This throws you tf off an then you get all flustered as he chuckles. He knew he coulda just flew up and got it for you, but this is so much better.

HIS WINGS ARE SENSITIVE BTW.

Touch them, tease them 😈 He's very vocal that way

I HC most demons are cold to the touch, so DEMON KAZUTORA is addicted to your warmth. No matter what the weather is he'll always be ice cold which comes in handy on very hot days and he loves it because you'll cuddle up to him more.

IN CONCLUSION. DEMON KAZUTORA is probably the best demon to be stuck with compared to others. It's his goal to protect you, even if you want him there or not. 10/10 demon buddy

Who should I write next? 😏

A/N: This may or may not be a series

#kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora #kazutora scenarios #kazutora fluff #kazutora hcs #tokyo revengers #kazutora headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #hanemiya kazutora headcanons #hanemiya x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev x reader #toman #toman x reader #demon kazutora #demon!kazutora #kazutora x y/n #kazutora x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #anime x reader #manga #mae — tokyorev thoughts

[qveens]

continued from  /  ( shelby / rafe )  /  @clairelilcorner

[ shelby ]: me??????? 🙄 ok [ shelby ]: i went to jessica’s place to get ready andd her bf showed up that pogue who was in jail or w/e [ shelby ]: he got out last week and SHOWED TF UP at her house!!!! [ shelby ]: now he’s driving us over there and i think hes bombed af [ shelby ]: srsly can u wait for me out front bc im over thiss shit [ shelby ]: hes crazier than u are [ shelby ]: wat do i do if his pogue ass kidnaps me for ransom????????? freakin iut [ shelby ]: i wdnt make a good hostage

#𖥸 shelby. ╱ ﹙ text. ﹚ଓ #clairelilcorner

[serxeinxx]

see? I told you that they both like- correction: they LOVE you!.”I don't understand this prompt much but that prompt with Shigaraki or if not then Shinsou

"approved!" :: shinsou hitoshi

↻pairings:: shinsou x fem!reader

↻warnings:: none just flufff , cussing

↻wc:: 1013

↻prompt number:: 4

↻a/n:: huge thanks to u cause you just filled the last slot HAHAHA i woulod've been thinking this over and over if no one entered the last slot 😭😭 + i hope u enjoy thiss!! 🤩

Most relationships that lasted for a quite while, each partner would mostly introduce their partners to their parents. And that's what you are doing right now. Your boyfriend, Shinsou Hitoshi, agreed to meet your parents. 

It took a lot of courage to ask your parents to meet him. The first time you asked your parents to meet your boyfriend, you were nervous because your parents are strict when it comes to relationships involving you. 

You and your boyfriend were out in the UA dorms, walked to the station to go to your parents house and to get dinner together. Now that the both of you are here at the doorstep of your parents house, both of you were nervous especially Shinsou because this is his first time meeting your parents outside of school.

"Hey, you okay?", you asked. He looked at you with his eyebrows wriggling. "Do I look like I'm okay?", he asked back. You giggled at his response. You held his hand and gave it a small squeeze, showing that everything's gonna be fine.

"Look, if you're nervous about meeting them, me too, I'm quite nervous about what they'll say about you.", you gave him a little reassurance to calm his nerves. "Thanks, i'm really needing it.", he thanked you. You gave him a warm smile. "Are you ready?", you asked. He nodded and you knocked on the door.

A minute later the door opened to see your mother smiling at the both of you. "Y/n! It's so nice to see you again after all of your school work and school stuff! Oh! Are you my daughter's boyfriend? come in come in, your dad is in the kitchen.", your mother informed. 

"You know your dad. He loves to drink coffee all the time. So, we will do the formal introductions when we're at the dinner table okay? Sounds good?", your mother asked. You two shook your heads. "Sure, no problem at all.", you replied.

"I'll bring him to my room mom, call us if we're about to have dinner.", you called. Your mother shouted in agreement since she was in the kitchen.

You let shinsou come inside your room and you plop yourself on the bed. "Nice room by the way", shinsou started. You gestured to him to sit down on your bed. " So how was mom?, you asked. "Well, your mom is pretty chill actually. I think she likes me.", he replied.

You giggled at his response. "I'm glad, but you have to meet my dad. By the way, your mom and my mom are completely the same. They have the same attitudes. I like her vibes. And your dad too, he was like the opposite of you. He's more energetic than you. And of course you're perfect to me", you said with your shoulders shrugged. He playfully rolled his eyes on your remarks.

A knock on your door made you jolted. "Y/n! Dinner's ready!", your mom called. You and Shinsou got off from the bed and went downstairs.

As soon as all of you sat down on the dinner table. The atmosphere was tense and awkward at the same time. You and your mother know what is the cause of the tension in the dining table. Your dad put down his water and asked shinsou.

 “So, what made you date my—"

"What he was saying is, what is your name? We'd love to finally know you.", your mother interrupted your dad's question.

"I'm Shiinsou Hitoshi, ma'am, sir, it's nice to finally meet you two. I'm currently on UA's hero course.", he answered. Your mom widened her eyes to hear what she just heard. "So you're a future hero then? HAHA! My daughter is really into-"

"Mom!"

Your mom laughed out loud. You shook your head in embarrassment. You dad made a fake cough, that was enough to get your attention and your mother. “So, Shinsou, I'm asking this because I don't want my child to be the reason for her downfall. Are you serious about her?”, your dad asked. You felt a slight squeeze on your hands. You squeezed back on Shinsou's hand, as a reassurance. “Yes sir. I am.”,he answered.

You dad nodded at his answer. And after that, the dinner ended with an awkward feeling. You brought your boyfriend to the garden to calm his nerves. “y/n, does your dad.. Like me?”, he asked. “Of course, he will like you, it’s— it’s just that.. Dad doesn’t say things directly.. It’ll take him quite some time.

Away from the garden, your dad was watching the both of you. “Come on, you’re making shinsou nervous… he’s a nice kid for y/n.”, your mom started. “Look, I know you and y/n were close a long time ago but things have changed.. She grows up as a person like everybody does. Having relationships and experiences is up to her.”

Your dad pondered for about a minute or so. “Okay, I trust the kid,'', he said.

The time when you and shinsou are about to go back to UA, Your dad insisted on driving you two to UA. The car ride was silent. You and Shinsou stepped out of the car, and your dad asked if he could talk to Shinsou  alone. Of course you distanced yourself from them and waited on the main gate.

“Is there anything you want to say sir?”, shinsou asked. 

“Take care of y/n.”

The moment Shinsou hears your father's words, his own world stops for a split second. “Yes sir, I will.”

“And don’t call me sir. Call me dad too, welcome to the family, hitoshi.”

“Thank you si— er i mean, dad. Thank you.”

The car drove off away from U.A, Shinsou was happy and excited to hear your father’s words. You saw him all giddy and upbeat. “So I guess things went smoothly?”, you asked.

“It was smooth. And hey, I got to call your dad, dad. Can you believe that?”, he smiled. You nudge your elbow onto his arms. 

“See? I told you that they both like— correction: they LOVE you!”

↻tags!::

@mrsbrandoxxx @meliii0 @sanemishina @bubble-bootie @hirugummies @uwiuwi @5sos-wdw

© 2021 maialoveskatsuki. All Rights Reserved. Do not repost. Do not plagiarize.

#🍽.made with love #maia.300! 🎉 #𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓!![🍰] #tahonet #tht.sinta #bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #shinsou hitoshi #mha shinsou #shinsou fluff #bnha shinsou #shinsou x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff

[stereotaehyungnie]

Aot headcanons

๑ Jean Kirstein ⊰⊹ฺ modern dating au

cw: nsfw below, 18+ only, minors pls do not interact, also fluff, smoke mention

a/n: jean is also a sweetheart and deserved one of this... Again so sorry for any mistake but here we go!

he is coocky w everyone but w u bro he just blush and shake of u look directly at him

encounters with him are always very comfortable, it always ensures that you are relaxed around him

he knows how to kiss, this mf likes the one that you or him laugh in the middle bc he just find this cute

he will workship u like a goddness no matter what you do he will always be like "YASSS QUEEN DO IT RIGHT!"

he is in love w your ass expect to be slaped tons of times during the day

king of cuddles just laying there w him having a deep conversation or enjoying the silence

bc he is the king of cuddles expect as well cockwarming... he just want to feel u that close

talking about sex he loves taking you on your side and especially when you become a power bottom rolling your hips when he just be there enjoying

aftercare is a thing! he will be a gentleman anything you ask him he will get to you

he CAN N WILL DANCE W YOU, he doesnt care w u know or doesnt know how to dance he will guide you

he begs you to give him hickeys like "why u can give me them! i want everyone knowing that i am yours! give me now!"

he is into quickies! dont get me wrong he loves taking his time but the feeling of the rush, the need to leave you all messy just turn him on!

he will draw you every fucking second he thinks u r so beautiful that every time he lay his eyes on u is like seeing a masterpiece

traveling with him is the best thing in the world he is a wonderful company because he knows how to be funny, nice, smart and he didn't tell you but he always has a travel plan ready

if u r working to much he will get a day off just to do the house work for you and will massage you until you sleep

he loves watching your sleep, not in a creep way, he just love to have you close to him, all relaxed, and if you make a face while sleeping it will be a love massaging your face until you completely relax but first you will take at least 100 photos

his hands speaks volumes

bc this mf big hands n fingers is just so easy to make you squirt even w one finger he will send u to the heaven n back

not really into in sex toys but he likes the sensual oils, balls that burst with flavor, condoms with flavors but maybe he like to much the intimate ring

he is the best going clubbing he knows how to dance properly w you, how to drink w u, how to kiss u there, protect u all beautifully n knows how to walk home w u making fun abt how u both walk stumbling n laughting to nothing

smoking w him must be somethinh sensual, hom blowing the smoke in your face while having his hands aroung your throat maybe he will even pound u with clothes on bc he likes humping

he will treat u right

jean is a mamas boy so he need to know her opinion abt u BUT if he likes u n she start to picking u up w nonsense thing he will have a deep conversation w her

mamasboy but also a husband material

him w kids>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

its really easy to think in a future w him

he loves walking around w you, loves showing u off not like a prize but like the love of his life anyone that walk u over he will be "hey watch out! my wife!", u are barelly dating LMAO but it was cute

he will help u or try to help u in every subject that u find dificult

likes to joke around u tell all the funniest things and dumbiest just to see u glaring at him ou laughting ur ass of

he loves your face always cupping your cheeks to drown u in kisses

someone send me this boy PLS

hope u enjoyy thiss

thanks for all the support in my first Publication I am grateful for everything!

if you have any request or idea send me and i write to you!

XOXO

#jean kirsten x reader #jean kirschtien #aot imagines #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #snk fanfiction #snk smut #aot smut #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschtein smut

[kimnjss]

groupielove!hoseok | a-z

⤑  series: groupie love

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!hoseok x youtuber!reader, idol au

⤑ rating: explicit. // nd unedited.

⤑ warnings: smut talk... (mentions of) oral sex (f/m. receiving), penetrative sex, blowjobs, phone sex, public sex...

⤑ A/N: oomg :( thiss ended sooo quick , nd i miss them already!? buut , groupie love hoseok is a sweetheart and lowkey i want one .

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

Hoseok was very good at keeping your interest in mind, even if it wasn't in a sexual setting. Because of this, he was always making sure to check in on you after a round. He knows how much you like to be cuddled, so that would be his go to if you weren't feeling like getting up to shower.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

Your lips. From the pretty way that you smile, to the way they wrap around his cock. Hoseok loves your mouth and could spend hours kissing you, with no sight of escalating. There was just something about them that he couldn't resist.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

Hoseok wasn't really into cum play... at least not as much as you were. You had surprised him when you were asking him to finish on your face while you blew him. Of course, he didn't hesitate; carried out your request and couldn't deny you looked sexy with your cheeks sticky with his arousal.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

Since you were demonstrating your moans in the studio, he hasn't stopped thinking about fucking you on recording. Secretly implementing the sounds into a track, no doubt it would be reaching number one.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

Hoseok is way more experienced than you, in bed only. The both of you are brand new when it came to relationships, which made it easier to learn things together... sex in a relationship was different from hooking up – so he was learning new things there too.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

You didn't do it often, so Hoseok was savoring the times where you'd actually get on top and ride him. It was a huge turn on for him to watch you let go and enjoy yourself, getting yourself off with his cock. He was always surprised with how into it you got once you stopped worrying about it.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

Hoseok is definitely more serious in the moment. Because you don't have that much experience, he doesn't want to make you feel any type of way. He does, though, have you laughing – naturally. Things aren't tense between the two of you, just more comfortable and cautious.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

His unofficial stage uniform is ripped jeans – sans shirt. It was a great habit of his to lower the waistband of his shorts just a bit (for the fans, you know)? Because of this, he made sure to keep his public hair at a minimum. As for you, he didn't care either way as long as he was able to see what he was doing down there.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

Hoseok is not as romantic with you, more so cheesy. Relationships are new to him, so he's pretty much going on his feelings at the moment. He has a lot of feelings for you and they tend to come out in the mushiest way whenever the two of you were together.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

It use to be something that he was doing often, especially while he was on tour and there was no good pussy available. But ever since the two of you started dating and FaceTime sex has become a thing, he began to correlate it with the feeling of missing you he got each time you two were hanging up a FT call.

K = Kink (one ore more of his kinks):

Hand holding. Could it even be considered a kink? Hoseok always found himself reaching for your hand just moments before he was about to cum, lacing your fingers together and holding on tight. The innocent skinship had him reacting in ways that were less than innocent.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Studio. His place. Practice Room. Backstage. These wouldn't be considered his favorite places, just the places were you two fucked most often. Hoseok liked it most when you two were able to relax and be together without any type of time pressure, that was only happening if he was spending the night at your house.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

Seeing you in short skirts. He had to admit, the style that you presented to him when you were first meeting was very attractive. It was his type. Now, he did like you... for you and loved how you had your own type of style – but !! whenever you were pulling out a tight little skirt, he found himself touchier than normal.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

Pain. A slap on the ass here and there, or maybe some biting – but anything after that Hoseok was not into any pain. He didn't think hurting you should be something he should get off on and he didn't want to be hurt either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Receiving. After a long night on stage, or in the studio or practicing... Hoseok really liked to relax with you on your knees for him. He was never asking for it, it was something that you kind of knew?? would cheer him up. That didn't mean, though, he wasn't putting it work between your legs when it came down to it. He'd never miss a chance to make you feel good... in any way, shape or form.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

Slow and sensual, definitely. If he's real riled up, he might start out fast – trying to feel as much of you as he can at once, but as time passed he'd start to get more into it and his thrusts would start to slow down. This is where he's reaching for your hand and looking you in the eyes as he finishes.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often... etc.):

It wasn't like he liked a quickie, it was more so a need in your relationship. With his hectic schedule and the limited time that you two are granted to even see each other... a quickie here and there is needed to keep him sane. No doubt, though, he prefers to have proper sex and will definitely be craving it if you had a quickie that day.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

Hoseok will experiment, but nothing risky. The farthest he'll go is maybe trying out a new position, fucking in a different location. But things that were crazy or could even be dangerous were a big no for him. S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

He could last for a very long time... but only once. It was a coin toss, really. If you wanted many rounds, then you should expect many short rounds... if not than you'd be getting one long round. Either way, he was making sure that you were cumming each time. T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

After he had left for tour and FaceTime sex became the norm for the both of you, Hoseok was surprising you with a vibrator for you to use when he called you. Hesitant at first, but eventually agreeing Hoseok loved to watch the way you got yourself off with it. How your body would react when it was hitting deep inside you. Now that he was home, though, the toy has been banished to the drawer and won't make an appearance until he has to leave again.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

Hoseok likes it a lot when you tease. It has a lot to do with the fact that you're not doing it unless you're feeling really comfortable. You being relaxed enough to start teasing him always had him feeling good. He would try to tease you at times, but the sound of you begging had him weak and he wasn't able to hold back for long. V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

Loud and whiny. Especially if he's cum already that night. Hoseok is one to vocalize all the things that he likes that you're doing... whether he's doing it with verbal praise or whiny moans falling from his lips. It had surprised you that he sounded like that, but you liked the pout on his lips as he squirmed. Usually when you were sucking him off. W = Wild Card

When you're finally agreeing to go with him on tour, Hoseok plans to fuck you in every last city you visit.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, pictures or words):

He's about average length, on the thicker side. Hoseok's cock is very veiny, stands up straight when he's hard. The tip a dark tint of pink, precum often dribbling down the sides when he was real turned on.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

His sex drive is more schedule based than anything. Wanted you before a show, after a long day... you were like a distresser for him and he was quickly becoming the same for you. At night too, when you were slipping into one of his shirts and sliding into bed smelling like him – he wanted you the most then.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

Hoseok was hardly ever falling asleep after you had just fucked. Unless it was late night and time for bed, he was usually up and ready to go about his day after getting off. When the two of you were able to relax, though, he'd take to cuddling – but time would be passed watching TV or just talking, not sleeping.

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[somewhereinchaos]

okay it needs to be said, seiko i love your writing so so so SOOOOO MUCH !! i absolutely love & adore your shadow & everytime your writing comes out on the dash im instantly reminded of exactly why i love u & ur shadow

;v; KINNNG PLEASE !!!! i was NOT READY FOR THISS IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SEIKO LOVING HOURS BUT THANK U ✨❤️ CRIES ; ????

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[doc-pickles]

it’s nothing funny just to talk (p. 1)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

More Jolex on your timeline because y’all seemed to love what I posted before! Also I’ve posted this whole piece on AO3 as well so it might look familiar.  

this idea came to me in a fever dream and i am not sorry that y'all have to deal with it. 99% of this fic will be in "texting" format, so be prepared for that. 

Jo is regular Alex is italics

Saturday 11:04 PM

heeeeey is thiss doctor evil?

I gotta say ur phone sex namee needs sum weerk

u soud like a comic book village 

fuck

village

VILLAIN

Who the hell is this? And how did you get my number? 

i’m just a girl at thee bar!!!! 

Joe’s Bar?

noooooo

i’m at enerlad city bar

You didn’t answer my question. 

u asked a quesitoon?

whata was it?

i’m goos at takifjg tests 

How’d you get my number?

it qas in the bathrooom!!!

it said “for a good tiem txt dr evil spawne” 

so I did

I am ready to havee fun

You’re drunk, obviously, and I’m going to have to kill Cristina for putting my number up. 

ooooooh is thatt ur girleifnd?

hirlefiend 

girlfriend**

Wow you’re really gone. And hell no, she’s my roommate. One of them. 

ooooh how many do u hav

roomees not girlfriends 

Three. Two girls and a dude. 

intereeesting...

well it’s tome for fireball shoots

steph is yeeling at me 4 txting too much

goodbey doctor eviel apawn!!

Oh lord. Tell Steph you need water. Or an IV. 

I’ve got her. she’s throwing up on her shoes. thanks doctor. - steph

  Sunday 10:11 AM

You know you’re pretty funny, Bar Girl. 

jesus christ what fucking time is it?! 

10 AM

I’m assuming you have a massive hangover. 

hold on I can’t hear you over the sound of me vomiting

TMI as the kids say these days. 

what’re you a grandpa or something?? 

No I just don’t know how to use text lingo. Except WTF. I know that one very well. 

quick question

who the fuck are you?

Dr. Evil Spawn. You found my name graffitied in the bathroom of Emerald City Bar. 

holy shit

I thought I dreamed that... WHAT THE FUCK

Nope. I’m real. 

holy shit i’m so sorry

my texts were so annoying

Who hurt you? I mean you were shitfaced, I’m assuming someone broke your heart into tiny pieces. 

the opposite actually, I was at a bachelorette party

not mine, i’m so single it hurts

Ahhh that makes sense. So you got shitfaced in solidarity? 

exactly you get it

you seem like you’d be the DD at a bachelorette party

Well seeing as I’m a dude I don’t do Bachelorette parties. 

Well I did go to one, but that’s a different story.  

hmmm you seem like a very interesting man doctor evil spawn 

going to bachelorette parties, living with women who aren’t your girlfriend 

OMG ARE YOU DATING THE GUY YOU LIVE WITH?!

George? No absolutely not. And before you ask, my other girl roommate is gay. 

so you’re single?

i’m only asking so when you murder me the police have as much information as possible

Haha very funny. I would be a terrible murderer. 

you didn’t answer my question

Fine. Yes I’m single. 

i’ll note that in the “serial killer file” i’m building 

gotta go, I have to do work :/

Have fun, don’t die. 

  Sunday 8:38 PM

Arizona is trying to set me up on a blind date. 

who’s arizona?

My gay roommate. She wants me to meet this “bubbly blonde” she knows from her pilates class. 

ahhhh. why don’t you go?

Bubbly blonde is not my type. Sounds like she’ll spend the whole date talking about how much she loves dogs or her knitting hobby. 

Plus she does pilates, that tells me more than enough. 

you’re making some good points. I don’t pity you. 

You better not. How was work?

the longest day of my life

it was just paperwork, I don’t actually work on the weekends

What do you do?

hmmmm that’s exactly what a serial killer would say

i’m an elementary school teacher

Oh so you sing and dance and paint pictures all day?

what school did you go to?

were working on multiplication tables and basic photosynthesis tomorrow

Wow that sounds like a lot.

it’s may, ive got three weeks of school left so I have to cram all the crap we didn’t cover into these last few weeks 

Ahhh that sounds more accurate.

and what do you do? 

besides text strangers that you don’t know

I’m a pediatrician. 

oh so you make kids cry and wipe snotty noses all day? two can play at that game

Well we both have to deal with snotty noses sooo...

I GET IT!! Doctor Evil Spawn!! 

why evil spawn though? 

I wasn’t this nice when I started med school. My personality is an acquired taste. 

ha! that’s a funny joke. 

so if you’re a fancy schmancy doctor why do you live with three other people?

I’m only a resident, not making the big bucks yet. Everyone else is a doctor too. 

are they all pediatricians?

No. Arizona is too but Cristina is a cardiologist and George is a trauma specialist. 

interesting!! I too live with my coworkers. it’s not fun. 

the table is always covered in craft supplies. 

Well I can never read the grocery list on the fridge. Stupid doctors script...

oh that’s a classic. you’re pretty funny Dr. Evil Spawn

Thanks Bar Girl. 

I gotta go. monday tomorrow and you know how fourth graders can be. night!! 

Night . 

  Monday 9:47 AM

there’s not enough coffee in the world for monday mornings. 

  Monday 10:52 AM 

Sorry I was yelling at the interns. We have a decent coffee cart here. Keeps me alive. Are you texting in class?

no it was recess

now they’re at spanish class

i’m not totally irresponsible 

Oh good to know the future of America is in good hands. Teacher Princess is “not totally irresponsible”

teacher princess?

Well, Cinderella lost her shoe, you puked on yours. Same thing. 

wooooooooow

that was so uncalled for...

I thought it was funny. Gotta go set a broken arm. 

broken arm vs. adverbs... can we switch? have fun lol

  Monday 3:26 PM

I don’t even think I know what an adverb is. 

how did you become a doctor??

Don’t need to know adverbs to fix a couple broken bones and snuffy noses. 

oh darn I should’ve gone to school for seven more years then

Haha. How were the adverbs?

better than expected, grading papers while I wait for my roomies to be done

we carpool, saving the environment and shit

Okay Eco Warrior.

you text like a 60 year old man

you’re not a 60 year old man are you?

No I’m a 28 year old man though

28 a doctor and you’re single? your personality must be worse than you described 

I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to settle down. And I have no desire to. 

yet you have time to text a complete stranger? 

hmmmm interesting...

Ouch, that one hurt Princess. 

steph is making me socialize with the other teachers

if I don’t respond, they killed me or dragged me to an essential oil party

Hahahaha

  Monday 5:18 PM

Did you get roped into a pyramid scheme?

nooo but therew as wine

I should sotp drunk texting you so often 

It makes your presence that much more entertaining. And bearable. 

woah woah dude

i’m a gem 

I can tell. Elementary school teacher with a heart of gold. 

awwww your too sweet tome

It’s a Monday. Who the hell gets drunk on a Monday?

teachers

we deserve it

You’re a teacher and you’re single and still going to Bachelorette parties. You’re what, 23? 

i’m 25 and i’m doing greta thanks you very nuch 

cnat believe that i’m supplying my perosnal info to a serial killer

What makes you so sure that I’m a mass murderer? 

ur weird nickname and ur intimate knowledge of the himan body

Mmm yes well a good amount of women do find themselves screaming around me often. Or under me. On top of me...

omg are you sending me dirty jokes

you’re crazy 

What can I say. 

Gotta go, I’m on call tonight. Get to bed safe, Bar Princess. 

mmmkay thanks Doc

  Wednesday 11:29 AM

What do you think is worse: School lunch or hospital food?

hospital food, no doubt

thursday is mac and cheese day here... I could bathe in that stuff

We have Spaghetti Wednesday but that’s the only good thing here. 

mmm how depressing

the teachers do a pot luck once a month and that’s always good

the art teacher next door to me makes the BEST blueberry muffins. 

Lucky. All I get here is vending machine cookies. Anything interesting happening in the elementary world? 

a first grader got lice last week so naturally we all have it now

I had to chop off six inches of my hair

Holy crap. Lice can be vicious, be thankful you didn’t have to shave your head. 

it feels like I did, my hair hasn’t been above my shoulders since the backstreet boys were still touring

Wow. I’m glad to know you’re well cultured. 

of course I am

gotta go, kids are back from music class

Don’t be too hard on them, they deserve a break every once in awhile. 

  Thursday 3:06 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jenna you forgot your lunch pail. Have a good day!”

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Peters. I didn’t grade Henry’s test yet, I’ll have it tomorrow. Thanks bye!”

“Helloooo?”

“Steph I gotta grab my things, I’ll be there in a seco- oh shit. Hello?”

“Bar Princess?”

“Doctor Evil Spawn? I must’ve butt dialed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay I... I don’t mind the interruption. Are you leaving work?”

“Just about, we’re wrapping up the solar system and I have to bring home the diorama.”

“I was never good at the models, I prefer working with the real thing.”

“Oh ho, a man that works with his hands. I can appreciate that.”

“You know now we’re officially talking and we still don’t know each other’s names.”

“Well around here I’m Miss Wilson, but you can call me Jo.”

“Jo. Hmm I like chicks with dudes names. I’m Dr. Karev but you can call me Alex.”

“Well nice to kinda meet you Alex. I’ll talk to you soon, I gotta get out of here.”

“Talk to you later.”  

  Thursday 4:34 PM

I wouldn’t mind if you were my teacher.

how did I know you’d send me something along those lines

I’m predictable. I’m still calling you Bar Princess. 

as you wish doctor evil spawn

I get to assist on a surgery today. Tonsillectomy. 

like removing tonsils? that’s awesome

for you, not for the kid

Oh she’ll be fine, she gets ice cream and jello for a week.  

okay yeah I might be jealous of her now

id love to be off work for a week and have you waiting on me hand and foot

the ice cream is a nice bonus

You think that’s my job?

well you said you aren’t making the big bucks yet so.... yeah 

Keep dreaming. I’ll talk to you later, gotta scrub in. 

have fun!!!!

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[mister-lady]

HES PROBABLY TELLIN U ABT HIS INTERESTS BC HE FEELS SAFE ENOUGH TO RAMBLE TO U BC HE LOVES U 🥺

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[nako-doodles]

do you have a compilation of bts gifs that make you laugh? personally your tags always crack me up, like your thirst for jin is just so real man

with the amount of shenanigans that bangtan come up w on the daily? absolutely.

jin tossing water in the middle of boy w luv instead of a rose and splashing everyone, and then joon made sure to get his revenge at the end of the song

the lejindary eatjin ep w kook and theyre pretend crying and are so loud that joon had to come in and check up on them

anytime kook clowns everyone’s dance moves and being Extra As Fuck

namjin on that one karaoke run ep and its just namjin Absolutely Killing It yodeling on top of their lungs

anytime yoongi opens his mouth and drops the most iconic one liners: “hip hop is dead” “the downfalls of capitalism” “I miss electromagnetic waves”

the look of betrayal on hobi’s face when jin guessed kook was the one messaging his back instead of hobi

that one time hobi was a tamago sushi and suga ate him

jin trying to sprinkle salt like the chaotic person that he is and gets salt in his sleeve, and then later kook tries to do it too and has the same outcome

that one run ep where namjin are making…japchae?? and like literally in the 2 secs jin wasnt looking, joon absolutely ruined the onions via what some generous people might call dicing

that one time in isac where jin made a whole cult offering of bangtan fans and army bombs

when jin was sleeping and kook took the most unflattering pics of him during isac

another isac moment when jimin threw away one of jin’s shoes only for tae to throw the other one and jin went ‘the DisreSEpEkT in tHisS hOusE’ and tried to carry vmin by the scruff of their necks before giving up and hefting tae away

jimin clowning jin back in twitter when he posted whiskered tae for his bday

the whole twitter vlive shenanigans of kook wanted to be in jinmin’s vlive and they cut it off as soon as they answered the door 

kook mixing his entire sundae up like the heathen that he is and the hyungline looking on in despair

jin winning at every single ‘make a member laugh’ challenge bc he comes up w the funniest most chaotic bullshit ever

yoongi drawing v blindfolded and it’s literally just the letter v and he says ‘I used all of the 25 years of experience on this piece’

that one wings era fan sign where jin was pretending to be a fan and called kook ‘oppa’ and kook yeeted him into the stratosphere

the lejindary video jimin took of the Snowball Fight™ and its just kook w a huge ass block of snow ready to demolish jin

that one run ep where they were making pottery and jin had a Ghost moment w his uh….dick clay when he was trying to center it

i need u (vocal & rap swap version)

yoongi questioning his sanity after there wasn’t any wifi for a day

gogo halloween vers where tae drops dead and hobi comes in and makes it rain 

grandpa yoongi being piggybacked in by tae feat bodyguards!bts during an awards show

kook falling asleep in those air bean things on a run ep and he straight up was so asleep he fell out of the bed and barely stirred and was barely functional during the rest of the challenge while the rest of the members kept fucking up the song (was joon even singing the right song? who knows) like…what a mood my dude

auntie hobi during that house of army sketch

hobi getting scared and you can hear the windows shutdown jingle in the bg

2seok going ‘YEA WERE NOT SCARED YEA’ and literally about to ascend into the heavenly sphere during James Corden’s flinch 

jin in that one bv ep where they were supposed to hover board and he was just Being the Most yelling and screaming and anpanmanning but like…in the water instead of above it

every single time a chair ejects jimin into the 5th dimension 

that one run ep where theyre at the police station and jimin just shimmies his way out of jail 

jin’s cooking diaries and he called himself no 1 husband

kook fireman carrying jin around

jin’s ‘yea I have no friends’ and ‘DO YOU KNOW BTS??’

yoonji being the ABOSOLUTE QUEEN and asking for everything she could get from jin while hobi in the back is literally pouring water into his eyes as tears

that one time on knowing bros where jin opened a bag of snacks w his toes within like .00002 secs

jin screaming to get what he wants AAAAA

jin on asc for their d&w promotions complaining about his members 

that time jimin tried to make meringue and had it poured all over him when he tested the stiffness over his head

that time they made glazed sweet potatoes and kook just turned the entire dish upside down and nothing budged: ‘our group strength is cleanliness and adhesive strength’

yoongi casually peddling away on his tiny tricycle past a struggling tae during a concert

that time they had to do the lip to lip paper transfer thing and yoongi just did the worlds fakest cough and cancelled the entire event right there and going ‘oh did we lose’

yoongi on the floor refusing to get up feat. jin

everytime any game desolves into hyungs vs. jungkook 

anytime bangtan has a Chaotic™ celebration over winning a run challenge 

#im a SOFT STAN!!!!! NO THIRSTING OVER BEAUTIFUL MEN!!!!!!! #thank you bby im glad my tags make you laugh 🥺🥺🥺🥺 #I didnt want to post any gifs so here it is #these are all from the top of my head #there are MANY MANY MANY more moments that im forgetting so followers pls feel free to ADD!!! #listen I had the best time coming up w these my stomach hurts remembering all these moment #if I break my aesthetic and suddenly pop abs of steal yall know why #also op my bias is showing #ans

[prplzorua]

Because I Can: Chapter 4

Art, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 (here)

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The Dream:

AN//: Fluff on this fine Sunday? Yes. Yes indeed.

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He was warm.

Very warm and very comfortable.

He could sleep here forever...

He wasn't supposed to be asleep though, right?

Was he supposed to be doing something?

Work! He had work to do...

Did he?

But...he was so warm and comfortable.

It wouldn't hurt to just sleep for a little while longer...would it?

Yeah, that sounded like a good idea...

He'd sleep...just...for a little while...

"Hey!"

"...y!... Are you listening?!"

"... wake up!"

He shot up ramrod straight, heart pounding.

"Woah! Easy there Virgil! Didn't mean to scare ya but you fell asleep- and Prof Quill is coming-"

Virgil blinked...

Just like that the torrent of classroom noise assaulted his previously sleep deaf brain.

He blinked again dumbly; this time rubbing his eyes in an attempt to return somewhat to wakefulness.

Looking to the warmth of Sky Blue he was pressed against- no the person he was leaning against; and by the damp spot on the Other's shoulder- the one who he was drooling on.

Virgil wiped his mouth with the back of his hand

"Srry Pat...I-", he yawns, " I was busy dealing with the lights, the Set, the costumes and the props, all last night and today I had to deal with the Actors-"

"Yikes, that sounds like a lot of work for one person to be doing-"

"I know!" He runs a hand down his face as he sighs, exhausted. "But I'm the head Techie and the last one standing my entire stage crew came down with the Flu because Rico couldn't bear to miss rehearsals even when Joan sent him home"

"Joan's the Director right?"

"Yeah. Them and their Date-mate Talyn- wait you met Talyn right?"

"...Uh short, looks adorable but could probably kill me with a pen?"

"Yep that's them. They're responsible for makeup and costume design; they also help Joan with scripts-", Virgil cuts himself off with a yawn, "they were up with me finalizing everything for tomorrow"

"Oh yeah! The Play is tomorrow, I wouldn't miss it for the world! But will you guys manage? How many actors are sick?"

"None of the Actors are sick, well not anymore at least, it's literally everyone else, even Joan's sick"

"Oh noo!-"

"Yeah, but the show must go on y'know?" He shrugs, rubbing his eyes, unaware that he was starting to slump back onto his desk partner's shoulder. "I just need to survive tomorrow and I can get more than eight consecutive minutes of sleep for the week"

"Kiddo no! After class, you're eating lunch and taking a nap mister!"

Virgil laughs softly at his friend's mothering. "Sure thing Pat, but I don't think I can stay awake for lunch...but I can probably eat a sandwich or something in Ms. Audrey's English class, she's chill-"

"Hmm, ok...we can go sit by that big shady tree across from the water fountain. You can take a nap there!"

"I guess, I mean I kinda don't want people to be staring at me when I'm asleep... but I mean it's college, so no one cares right?"

The other shrugs, " so..?"

"Yeah, ok, sounds like a plan"

....

"Hey!"

"...You need to wake up!"

"....come on!...Wake up!"

Virgil shot up, eyes wide and wholly disoriented.

"Easy V! You're so jumpy you silly goose!"

"...mnh?"

"You're alarm went off five minutes ago bud, you gotta get to class.

"...oh..."

"You didn't have time to buy a sandwich so I saved half of mine for you! And no buts! I'm heading home so I can make some noodles when I get there- take it ok?"

Virgil nodded, dumbstruck by his friend's kindness.

"Thanks Pat"

....

"Hey! You need to get up!"

"...You'll be late... come on sleepy head!"

"....Wake up! ....the play is in an hour!...get up!"

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Roman opened his eyes slowly.

The sunlight streaming through the leaves only made him squint into awareness faster.

He wanted to stretch but found one of his hands trapped-

He looked down and blushed...

His Shadow was curled up and clinging to his chest- effectively pinning his left arm as his did so- sound asleep and peaceful. The Deer was right next to him; in a cute little curled up ball of its own.

Roman smiled, what a wonderful sight to wake up to.

Gently, he ran his free hand through the Shadow's hair, it was so soft!

There was a sound.

Roman's brows furrowed, he tilted his head left; right; left... but he couldn't hear it anymore.

Dismissing it as his imagination, considering he didn't sense any danger - and neither did the Deer for that matter- he resumed his ministrations.

There it was again!

A soft sort of echoey sound- like rolling thunder at a distance.

It stopped.

Roman frowned. "..hmm.."

It was back agai-

The Shadow?!

Roman blinked. The sound was coming from his Shadow- was...was he purring?

Indeed he was! As Roman carded his hand through the Other's hair and softly trailed his nails up and down his back; the sound only grew louder and the Shadow seemed to melt further into his hold.

Roman bit back a chuckle, who knew his Shadow could be so cute?

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Eventually Roman managed to wriggle his arm free from his adorably clingy captive. His Shadow had fussed and stirred but did not wake, instead he clung tighter to Roman, sleepily snuffling his chest until Roman himself soothed him back to calm by playing with his hair again.

Seeing as his Shadow didn't seem ready to wake up any time soon, Roman resigned to his fate as being a Pillow. Not that he minded, this was the closest he had ever been to his mysterious Shadow; seeing him like this was surreal.

"AHHP!"

Roman looked to the right to see the Deer now awake.

"Well Good morning to you to my little forest fawn friend! Did you sleep well?"

The Deer came up to him and gave him a gentle lick on his cheek.

Roman chuckles, " I guess that answers my question!"

"...ngh..."

Roman froze, looking down at the Shadow; his brows were pinched and he was frowning.

Roman attempted to soothe the Shadow like he had done before but still the frown remained.

"Should I wake him?...Is he awake?" He whispered to the Deer.

The young creature stared at him, before tentatively sniffing the stirring Shadow and then licking his cheek.

The Other's face squinged, eyes fluttering.

"...mnh?...noo... fve mre minz Pat... 'm tired..."

With that he buried his face back onto Roman's chest; breath even and slowed.

"AHP!"

Roman snorted at the Deer, "Yeah, I guess not"

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AN//: Shut up I'm soft ok? Blame my Best friend, I miss him and we'll actually get to hang out Wednesday! His class is coming to my school for a seminar; what are the odds, huh?! Anyway that's all for today, enjoy the Prinxiety cuddles...for now ;)

See y'all in the comment section!

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[yaiamore]

OK BITCH WHAT YOURE PLAYING MORE TS4 I WASNT READY FOR THISS AHHH *HEART EYES*

HELL YEAH!! THAT’s Y U CAN’T LEAVE ME NOW!!! JUST GOT ON A SIMS 4 KICK!! :DD UNI IS SUPER COOL CAN’T PASS UP AN ACTUALLY GOOD EXPANSION PACK!

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