#im so in love with the new toys they added

[yok00k]

Igual Que Un Ángel

pairing: hellokittylover!/bimbo!oc x boxer!jk

genre: MATURE, fluff, lowkey angst,

“heaven must have sent you, love”

synopsis: after spending the entire day shopping with your boyfriend, you’re craving mochi donuts and bubble milk tea before going to bed and jungkook, even in his tired state, will do everything to make you happy.

word count: 5.4k

warnings: so much fluff, NO plot, jealous/possessive kook, oc can’t tell when someone flirts with her, tiny silent treatment, oc is kinda dumb, lots of kisses, shower sex, oral [m], oc’s head game is STRONG, head pusher jk, hair pulling, they went shopping for underwear, cussing, aftercare, oc is obsessed with pink/hello kitty, oc is so desperate for his cock and she must get what she wants⛄️(she was virgin before this took place), oc had a vid of her playing, mention of toys, JK is not trying to b obvious but he’s IN LOVE, brief cockwarming at the end, <not proofread>

author’s note: i def did not write this in between my classes😮‍💨 i just discovered that im mentally unhinged as im editing this in class. I have my priorities straights tho so here you go🥢

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you suppose today was really wonderful.

you two spend almost the whole day at the outlet mall, mostly to shop clothes for yourself. you needed new pairs of undies and Jungkook being the glorious boyfriend he is, helped you shop. not only he paid for all your purchase, he also gives his opinions on certain cloth materials of what the underwear was made of. he wants to make himself useful by helping you out pick out make sure that they’re comfortable to your preference, he goes with you in the fitting room to try them on in front of him.

As you try on clothes for hours and hours in multiple shops, your boyfriend miraculously always finds a chair in the corner of each fitting room that he can rest on. a few hours later, you two arrive back at your place. jungkook initiated to carry all the paper bags you had as the two of you headed from the garage to inside your house.

soon, he began cooking the night’s dinner, which you really enjoy watching because he keeps entertaining you with his skillful talent and his humorous jokes. a quality time like this just makes you fall in love with him even more. you wish and pray that you can spend the rest of this delightful lifetime with him.

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the hands of the clock signifies 11:11, which is usually the time you drift off to sleep. except tonight isn’t a typical night, owing to the fact that your beloved lover is sleeping over at your cozy flat.

although it’s pretty late, you two are cuddled on your not-so-spacious couch, watching a kdrama that was recently released and you still have the clothes you put on this afternoon: a cute pink long sleeve crop top and a pink/black mini skirt. you also can’t forget to add a pair of thick fleece tights since it’s freezing cold outside.

you felt a sudden cravings for something in the midst of the show. you desire for something sweet. and chewy.

“koo..” you murmur, distracting your man from the show on the big screen. he redirects his focus to you as he caresses your hair with his soft, yet rough palms.

“i’m craving donuts”

“want me to go to the convenience store and grab some for you?” he suggests

“no I don’t want that, I want mochi donuts” you cutely demand

“but baby it’s too late” he said, lifting his wrist to look at his gold Rolex watch. “aren’t they close at this time?”

these days, your social feeds are just full of ads, particularly bakery places nearby your place that serve mouth-watering breads, donuts, ice creams, bubble milk tea, and the list goes on. promptly, the phone that’s sitting next to jungkook was taken by you.

“look, there’s one that’s still open till midnight” you replied, showing him the navigation to the bakery shop that’s on your screen. his tired eyes glanced at your phone, then back at you.

“please koo?” you pleaded, climbing on top of him and giving him thousands of kisses all over his face until he’s got enough is the most effective technique to persuade him. how can jungkook say no when you display a behavior like this to get whatever you want? the forever answer is he just can’t.

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You two arrive at the place twenty minutes before they close. Since it’s late at night, you can see through the big windows that there’s not many customers inside the donut shop.

“oh my, we’re finally here” you joyfully babble to yourself out loud which made your driving boyfriend chuckle. while jungkook slows down the car to eyeball a good parking spot, you reach for your pink purse taking out the hello kitty lip oil to apply them on your chapped lips.

Jungkook carefully parked the car on the side of the road. He looked at our surroundings such as the front, back, and the side of his vehicle, making sure everything seems clear before he takes off his seat belt and gets off of the automobile. As usual, Jungkook walks to the other side, gesturing that he will open the car door for me. This man doesn’t ask a lot regarding how things should be in our relationship but the number one rule he established is that you could never open any door when you’re with him.

He quickly unlocked my door with one hand and offered his other hand to assist my body getting out of the car. As you got out, you felt the strong wind blowing your mini skirts, making them move up. but jungkook immediately takes off his zip up fleece oversized jacket to tie it tight around your waist.he ensures that the skirt won’t go up by walking behind you whilst holding your cold hand towards the bakery.

a scent of sweet caramelized brown sugar that you’ve been craving welcomes you as soon as you step into the threshold of the place. Looking around the store, you notice multiple neon pink led lights of donuts are decorated in the walls. the long honey maple stained table against the windows was paired with white barstool chairs. You also did not fail to miss that their white snowed christmas tree is still up, filled with rosy ornaments and pinkish lights around it.

‘this is definitely my new favorite place’ you noted to yourself as you feel cozy inside.

Your boyfriend wasted no time to lead you to the counter, only for you to see the variety of flavor of their delicious mochi donuts displayed on the front top. you can’t help but to drool on the sight, you’re starting to feel satisfaction by just looking at them.

“hello, what can I get for you today?” the tall male server who’s probably around your age friendly greeted. a little too friendly, in jungkook’s opinion but he chose to try to shrug it off. before answering him, I turned to jungkook “what are you getting koo?” asking to know what he wants.

“don’t know. you can order whatever you want for me” he responds as his doe eyes look up to scan the menu on the screen that’s mounted in their polished ceramic walls. Jungkook is on a diet these days therefore he tries his best to restrain eating sweets but he knows that cheat days won’t hurt if it only happens once or twice a month.

turning to face the server once again, you made up your mind on what to order. “hi, can we get two brown sugar milk teas with less ice and can you make one extra sugar please” you gently requested and the server instantly punched the orders in their ipad.

you take another look at the yummy donuts before continuing. “and i would like to get a dozen of the mochi donuts.” you pointed to the biggest bakery box.

jungkook wasn’t even surprised that you’re getting 12 pieces, potentially all for yourself considering you have a sweet tooth, which could be really extreme sometimes. he stands still next to you, amused by how cute you are, getting all excited by all these sweets you’re about to eat as you tell the the guy the flavors you want.

the server hands you two of their fresh brown sugar bubble milk tea & pink box that contains lots of sugar and of course, you happiness. afterwards, he declars the total for all the things you order. you’re about to tap in your debit card that’s covered with hello kitty skin when jungkook’s black card is already approved on the chip card reader.

“you didn’t have to koo” you murmur. your man always insists on paying for everything,

“i want too”

he does things for you not because he’s going to gain something or that he’s expecting some type of return from you. Rather, he does them solely because he loves you and he loves seeing you getting all the things you want.

for the meantime ,you look for a table that you two can sit at, particularly a spot where there’s a cute background since you would like to take some photos.

immediately, your eyes spot the perfect table right next to the huge windows to sit and take pictures in. you swiftly walk over the spot and your boyfriend follows you like a lost puppy.

“kook can you take pictures of me here?” you ask, while unwrapping the thick jacket around your waist and position yourself on the stool chair.

jungkook unlocks the camera on his phone, positions the cellular in your desired angle, and clicks the white button multiple times. he casually looks at the camera screen and looks up to you. when he notices that by the way your sitting is slightly showing your ass, and instantly goes up to you to fix it. you’re confused at first by his sudden action but you soon realize why.

“oops, thank you kookie” you chortle

when he goes back to his previous standing position, he catches the same annoying server maliciously staring at you, in a way that’s very unpleasant to him, which just pisses him off more. nevertheless, he captures photos of your adorable face while attempting to drink your favorite bubble tea for the camera. then, he passes his phone so you can review the images.

‘he’s such a great photographer’you thought. these picture will be posted on your pink themed finsta.

“can we go now?” jungkook harsly rushed. this place is alright, but that fucking server is just making his blood boils. he needs to get you two out of here before he does something not pretty.

you read his sudden unusual behavior and chose not to argue. you really loved this place, but you can understand that your boyfriend is too tired and just wanted to sleep. you’ll definitely come back though.

“wait koo, I'll use their restroom first.” you excuse yourself, feeling the need to change the menstrual pad that you’re wearing, you fear bleeding through jungkook’s leather seats.

you did your business pronto. unexpectedly when you walked out of the restroom, the friendly worker corners you, with something in his hand.

“miss, would you like to have this?” He offers the cute and huge hello kitty boba plushie that is in his grip. your eyes widening as they gaze upon the lovely thing. “I noticed your phone case and I thought this is perfect for you” he shyly adds as he scratches the back of his head, pointing out the pink Hello Kitty case you have.

“sure! how much is it?” you respond with full of energy. this plush will be added to your collection.

“don’t worry about it,here” he extends the plushie towards you, gesturing that you should take it.

you look for some type of unseriousness in his eyes but you found none. he does seem nice. you accept the cute plushie that’s waiting for you to be held, hugging it really tight.

“you’re really cute. do you mind if I get your number?” the man in front of you speaks. “so i can give you more plushies for free of course” he further explains, trying to convince you to give him your digits

but you remember what jungkook once said, and that is never give any other men your number. Although you can’t grasp why he doesn’t want you to do that, you listen to him because you don’t want to get him all sad and mad at you. angry jungkook is the least thing you want to deal with. he turns really cold and you hate not getting affection from him.

“I'm sorry but I can't give you my number. thanks for this though.” you give him a weak smile. you also hate the feeling of rejecting people but you also don’t want to get in trouble.

the friendly expression that the guy has been erased and replaced with a blank expression, as if ‘no’ isn’t the right answer. he snarls before speaking “Is it because of your punk boyfriend? c'mon pretty girl he doesn’t have to kno-“

“who doesn’t have to know what?” a familiar voice cuts off the man you’re facing before you can understand what the previous man just said.

jungkook approaches you, snatching the plushy in your grasp. “where did you get this from?” he sternly asks. he might have known the answer, it’s so obvious from what it looks like, but he needs to make sure before he beats somebody’s ass.

“koo he gav-“ that was enough for jungkook to vigorously slam the plushy back onto that guy’s chest, making the man flinch and slightly back off. “look or talk to my woman one more time and things will get ugly for you” he threatens, giving the guy the most serious stare, the same stare he has when fighting in the boxing ring.

without saying anything, he grabs your hand sternly and you two walk out the store. you still didn’t get why jungkook didn’t want you to have that plushie, it was perfect to add to your collection.

the entire car ride back to your place was awfully quiet. you offer to drive back home when you notice that he’s speeding and seems so tense, but jungkook refuses, telling you that he’s fully capable of driving back with a somber tone.. his tattooed hands aren’t where they’re supposed to be placed, your thigh. but you argue no further, not wanting to make him more angry than he already is.

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hours later, you’re gathering the sleepwear you’ll wear for tonight before hopping in the shower, which is currently occupied by your boyfriend. usually, you two always shower together whenever you’re sleeping at his place and vice versa, but tonight you received no invitation from him since he’s giving you silent treatment for an unknown reason.

despite the fact, you made up your mind to join him as you enter the steamy bathroom, the warm atmosphere welcomes you while you close the door behind you.

your gaze meets jungkook’s tall muscular figure, his tattooed arm up against the white wall, while head is pointing down as the hot water that’s coming from the showerhead runs down his body.

quietly strip down your clothes, you proceed to open the sliding shower door and step inside the shower, closing the distance between you and him.

jungkook faintly flinched as he felt a pair of dainty arms wrapped around his bare torso. he knew exactly who they belonged to, his loved one.

he slightly turns his head, just to see you, hopelessly showing affection towards him in the midst of washing the negative internal thoughts out of his system.

“are you mad at me baby?” you worriedly ask, overthinking that you might have done something that might upset him or maybe he’s too stressed out on his non-stop training schedule since his competitions are coming soon or maybe he can’t handle being with you anymore. lots of maybe but communication is the only way you will know how he feels.

the question of yours sends a sharp pang of guilt in his chest. you completely did nothing wrong. he knows for a fact you can’t say no to anyone who gives you a Hello Kitty plushie. your tiny little head just can’t comprehend that these guys want something in return for giving you things you love to collect. you’re too good for your own.

now he feels like a total idiot, another part of him feels guilty for the sudden shift in his behavior, solely because he's so in love with you that he can’t stand seeing men look at your way.

you did nothing wrong. nothing at all. you’re just so goddamn beautiful that your boyfriend is starting to lose it.

he can’t help but let the possessiveness take over him as soon as he perceives other guys showing their interest in his pretty girl. the woman he desires to keep to himself for the rest of this lifetime, the next one, and for many more

jungkook crowds you up against the cold marble wall just after he turns his buff body to face you. wasting no time, he leaves smooches on your pouty lips and jaw. “didn’t I tell you I'm the only one who can give you hello kitty stuff?” he sensually whispers to your right ear, continuing to give you wet kisses. “hmm?”

“but why?” you pout, resulting in the kisses to come to stop. he looks at you directly in the eyes, “because i’m your boyfriend and that job is solely for me” he simply explains

“but koo it was for free, he was really nice but then he started asking for my number so he could give me more but i didn’t give it to him because you specifically instructed me not to.” you mindlessly babble, explaining your side all in one sentence. simultaneously, you grab the white loofa next to the pink one and apply jungkook’s favorite body wash. it still doesn’t make sense to you. you love collecting hello kitty, but the love you have for the man in front of you is significantly greater.

oh jungkook is really going to lose it. that fucker had the audacity to ask you shit like that right when you’re with him.

“and that’s why I don’t want you talking to them, they want to take advantage of you” he takes a deep breath

“i’m sorry kook” you mutter, attempting to cuddle his naked form.

“i know something was off with that motherfucker” he starts off, “keeps looking at you in a way i don’t appreciate” he finally admits, with his tone hinting a pinch of jealousy. “and that fucking plush- he’s getting on my fucking nerves.”

“all he can do is look koo” you laugh. “Besides, I’m already cuffed by my hot boyfriend. what more can I possibly look for?” your words declaring that your eyes are only fixed to him. there’s no reason to look at other men anyways.

“you’re only mine right?” he just needs to directly hear those words come out of your mouth.

“only yours” you murmur. and that reassured him. for now.

you stand on your tiptoe to kiss his cute nose, from there you smack your lips against his as your smooth palms trace his jawline.

as seconds goes by, the desire to express how much you love him is rapidly growing. you want him. you need him.

you detach your lips against his, just to fixate them on his neck, right on the pretty tiny mole on his skin, your favorite spot. your hand does its own job to explore his sculpted body, finding its way to palm his painful growing erection.

he knows where this is going

your kisses trail from his upper chest to his defined abs; so brawny and delicious. he follows your gesture, finding you on your knees, beneath him, your beautiful face positioned right in front of his hardening cock.

oh this is the one and only circumstance he would kill and die for to be in.

jungkook knows that sly grin expression you wear as you look up with those round doll eyes. purposely, your both arms push against each other to give him a good view of your perky breast squeezed together. with his shaft twitching, can’t help but to utter an uncontrollable moan from seeing you like this.

“can I?” you ask softly, waiting for permission from him as if you’re not in this sinful position at least twice every time you two spend time together. no matter what, you still drool by just staring at his cock as if it’s your favorite lollipop.

he quietly hums and nods his head while nibbling his lip piercings, giving you the green light.

you start off slow, giving his pretty pink tip covered with precum small pecks. smearing the liquid around your lips, pretending it as if it’s one of your lip gloss, making them nice and glossy.

sweet

“i only wanna do this with you” you hungrily voice out in each swift peck while locking your seductive eyes on his.

he brings his fingers towards your jaw, lifting your chin up. “open” he commands, directing you to open your mouth. and so you did, without hesitation. a hot glob of spit falls into your tongue, which turns you on even more. you quickly swallow it and resume with what you’re doing.

he continues to watch you as your swollen lips slowly wrap his thick cock. your mouth is solely made for jungkook as it welcomes him inch by inch. although sucking him becomes a part of your daily routine, you still need to take a sweet time adjusting to his length.

irresistible tears roll down your face as he hits the back of your throat for the first few times, but you’re so determined to make him feel good. you began bobbing your head back and forth as your mouth slowly adjusted to his size.

“hmm, so good baby” he muffles weakly. “j-just like that” almost sounds as if he’s about to cry from the incredible sensation.

you can’t help but to release a quiet whine from hearing him. the steamy bathroom is filled with jungkook's angelic yet sinful groans, along with the sounds that’s being created as you which arouse you even more. he’s got your pussy clenching over nothing.

your bent knees on the cold and wet ground are starting to get tired, but you pay no attention to them. rather, you take him even more, until his tip hits the back of your throat. you continue to do it smoothly, using no hands.

you proceed to shift your attention to untouched balls. your tiny hand softly jerks off his length upward, as a trail of kisses made their way from the underside of his girthy and veiny cock to one of the oval-shaped organs. wet and loud smooches on jungkook’s sensitive skin turn to sloppy sucking. your mouth is so full of him. a mixture of his precum and saliva of yours covers your entire chin, even some of it drops on the ground.

this sequence stirs more moans from jungkook, but this time he gets louder and louder. his slender hands acts at its own and gather your length hair into a ponytail, just so he can manipulate your head, to use you however he pleases

Jungkook pulls your hair back, causing you to lose contact with the sac you were passionately lapping. he leads you mouth back to where it should give its focus to. his throbbing cock. once his dewy dick is shoved in you, he pushes your cock drunk head to take more of him. you obediently follow the flow of the hand guiding your head

“such a good girl” he grunts, throwing his head up in the air, then focusing back on you. “only for me”. your boyfriend is still controlling your head bobbing on his length.

“you’re such a slut for a fucking hello kitty, aren’t you?” jungkook mocks in between deep breaths. “me or that stupid kitty cat? huh?” thrusting his hips into your messy and well-fucked face.

you just moan against him, not even bothering to answer him because you’re too fucked, your tiny little brain is wearing out as you keep bouncing your head up and down. and also it might be because you know for a fact that you could be a slut for hello kitty too sometimes. you’re in no position to protest.

the man above you grips your hair even tighter, demanding you to answer him. “I wanna hear you baby”

“‘mmh you, o-only you koo,” you sob. lots and lots of tears coming out of your eyes. “all I want is you and this cock” you mewl weakly as you desperately lap his precious tip, just like how he loves it.

“that’s it, pretty girl, I'm cummin’” he verbalizes, grasping your head forcibly as slamming his pelvis into your abused mouth. to this point, you feel dizzy and your whole body is worn out. you grip into his beefy thighs as you allow him to utilize you like a slut.

“hmpp f-fuck” he moans loudly, releasing abundant strings of semen into your mouth. he cums so deep inside your throat. not wanting a drop to fall, you gobble up everything as your life depends on them.

after swallowing, you show him your empty mouth, with tongue being out. you can see in his half lidded eyes that he’s proud, giving you a soft smile.

you were about to get up when all of a sudden the dizzy spell hits you real hard, causing you to lose your balance but jungkook catches you before you can even fall.

“hey, you okay? Did I go too hard?” he locks his gaze upon you, hoping that you will lock yours to him too. but you didn’t as you are sobbing and trembling a little bit. jungkook wipes the dries tears on your swollen face with one hand while the other wraps around your waist. he might have gone harder than you can handle.

“baby look at me please? did I hurt you? i'm sor—“

“koo i’m okay” you faintly cut his sentence off. he doesn’t need to be sorry. “just need a few minutes to recover” you explain. jungkook immediately understands that. he gives you minutes of peaceful silence, with that, he takes care of washing your body. gently rubbing the pink loofah in your smooth skin as he hums the song that’s been stuck in your brain for quite a while.

after showering, he helps you slip on your baby pink dainty nightgown. this dress is special. jungkook got it for you when he flew abroad for one of his boxing competitions. one day, he and his team were strolling around the fancy mall when he passed by a cute local lingerie store that you will definitely check out, only if you were with him. of course, he chose to follow what his heart tells him to do, to go inside and find a thing or two to give you as soon as he comes home. to you.

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both yours and jungkook’s bodies are situated on your twin sized bed. in spite of the fact that there’s not much for the two of you and one of you might fall on the ground if another moves a little, it’s not a hurdle as you two embrace each other’s warmth as if there’s no tomorrow. two bodies comfortably embracing one another. tonight, you’re designated to be the tiny spoon

“ggukie..” you murmur, hot breath fanning against his bare chest. “hmm??” jungkook looks down to see what his princess needs.

“want your cock”you weakly pleaded, causing the man to slightly chuckle. you must be out of your mind.

“baby, your body is tired” said by him, shaking his head to show his disapproval. what a silly idea that goes around your mind when your eyes can barely open. you’re really out here doing everything but to sleep. he continues to caress your soft hair.

on a side note, you and jungkook never had penetrative sex before. yes, he eats you out here and there and vice versa. but he never dares to insert himself inside you.

indeed you’re a virgin but it’s not that you never wanted to. matter of fact you’ve made up your mind and are willing to give your virginity to him. jungkook is well aware of that. however, fear of hurting you always troubles him. he’s afraid that you will go through pain, scared that he’ll break you: his fragile pretty girl

“need your cock inside me” you continue to whine. “didn’t I show you a video of me from last week taking the toy you gifted me? you said I did so well” reminding him that one video clip of you masturbating to the pink rose you got from him. how could he forget about that when he uses it to get off every single night? with full on volume too, all ears concentrate on your high pitched moans, giving him more than the satisfaction he craves. the thoughts of that makes the lust that nearly vanishes inside him linger, you just never fail to get him arouse even before going to sleep.

however, jungkook is still in his right mind. “that’s different,” he argues. it’s valid to doubt that he’ll fit.

“ok then just put it in me then we can sleep?” you beg, attempting to compromise. “just wanna feel you close while I sleep. can you imagine how much I missed you?” you’ve come to an extent to use the guilt trip tool to convince him.

he understands the emotion you’re trying to make him feel as he looks into your bambi doe eyes. looking so innocent yet begging for his cock. evoking his guilt to get what you want. jungkook recognizes you in and out, you won’t take no for an answer. also it’s not like he’s not dying to do it, as if he doesn’t fantasize about it when you sleep over at his penthouse. the amount of self control he has..

you have him on a chokehold. jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he gently lifts up the arm which your head is laying on and slightly gets up to open the pink mini cabinet on top of your nightstand, taking out a sky blue container.

“here, apply it”, throwing the lube bottle on your lap.

you’re stunned, heart excitedly does jumping jacks inside your chest. next time it will be you doing jumping jacks on his di-

“cmon cutie I don’t have all night” he blurts, interrupting your thoughts. you never get up so fast in your nineteen years of living. he goes straight back to his original position, laid on his back. he may act chill,but he’s internally pleased and aroused.

as you go down on him (again), your two hands get a grip of the band of his black boxer and pull it down, his semi-hard cock immediately springs out. you can’t help but to give it a tiny peck before giving it a few strokes as you point it towards your lips

you open the bottle up with a pop, squirting out enough lube on your fingers before gently spreading it on his tip. he hisses as he feels the cold liquid substance being applied to him. you trace the sides of his length, ensuring the reduction of friction.

he grabs your arm, guiding your body to lay down sideways next to him. a tattooed veiny arm from behind snakes around your torso, clasping your upper body.

“ready?” he whispers, as he nibbles your ear. jungkook earns longingly nods from you, and for a split moment he spreads some liquid using his lubricated tip around your private area before slowly inserting it in. you discern the penetrating sensation in your core, which makes you purr.

he continues to penetrate inside you furthermore, causing you to close your eyes and tighten your clasp on his arms as you bear with the ache. he fully aware of how you’re feeling as he’s also having a hard time moving in.

“bare with me baby” tensely reassuring you. “so t-tight, fuck.” his other arm makes its journey below your nightgown, traveling its way to your perky breast, delicately squeezing one of them. jungkook does the same and gives the attention to the other one. simultanously, he plants a few smooches on the skin behind your ear, attemping to distract you from the pain. you quietly release moans and groans as he continues. he’s inches in when he feels your wall clenching around him.

your tight pussy becomes jungkook’s personal paradise. it’s the way your walls are clenching around him is better than he imagined; unmatched from all the fantasy he creates in his mind about you.

“koo.. “ your fingers tracing the veins on the back of his palm.

“what? my baby can’t handle it? tell me and I’ll stop” he softly asks. a tear just drops from you leg but you’re too tired to even react.

“n-no just stay inside, i’m sleepy” and with that, you instantly drift to sleep.

he hums, a hand that was busy playing on your chest shifts to caress your hair. jungkook lays one last kiss at your temple.

“goodnight to you too my pretty girl, love you so much”

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je suis là où je dois être, je t'aimerai toujours, toi et ta maman, je ferai de mon mieux pour que tu sois en sécurité et heureux. Tu es mon univers❤️

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Posessive?

Summary: Miguel will stop at nothing to have you at his side. And you know that but who says you can't make him struggle just a little.

word count:3.5k+

A/n: Thank you guys for loving Pt.1 to this story so much I hope this second part meets your expectations! Im thinking of making a pt.3 where the spider society meets the reader let me know what you guys think!xx

Parts: I II^ III

(Gif credits to the creator ofc!^)

Walking into your lawyers office made Miguel's blood boil.

He had already ripped up the divorce papers but he wanted to send a message before he returned them to their sender considering you ignored his thousands of calls.

“Mr.O’hara it's nice to finally meet you although clients usually communicate lawyer to law-” he was quickly cut off by the loud sound of the shredded paper being tossed onto his desk.

“ I   thought this would be quicker for the both of us,​​ Tell your client that her HUSBAND said no. And that  I‘ll be seeing her very soon. Thanks.” Miguel said, having that last bit dripping with sarcasm.

“Should  I   be concerned for my clients' well-being Mr.O’hara?” your lawyer said standing up.

Turning to face him once more Miguel snickered, “On the contrary Mr.?” he said looking for a name tag.

“Murdock. It's on the building Nelson and Murdock.” he said, smiling back at him.

“Big man, Congratulations. My wife is safe with me, just let her know I'll be seeing her soon, have a nice day Murdock.” With a nod from your lawyer he took it as his time to leave but not without whispering some insults in spanish under his breath.

Who did he think he was questioning your safety around Miguel? You were the safest at his side and his side only.

And no one was taking that from him, not even you.

Quickly after he left your Lawyer wasted no time in contacting you.

Two rings passed before you picked up.

To tell the truth your heart was pounding. It felt so soon for him to have already turned in the papers.

“Hello?” you didn't mean to sound as quiet and defeated as you did but who were you trying to fool this had been and was going to be a very tough moment in your life.

“Mrs.O’Hara how are you?” he answered calmly.

Confused by the surname you stopped walking in the middle of the busy airport.

“I'm fine, did you receive the papers?” you asked eager to find out exactly what happened.

“Yes,  I   did but they're not signed or intact for that matter. It seems like he gave them to a cat to have as a toy."He said holding up the paper realizing what he thought were rips were actually done by claws, strange.

“Ay Miguel.” You said, you knew he never took any news well but you never thought he’d pull something like this.

“He also left a message for you.” he said, setting the paper aside.

“And that was?” you said curious as to what he could possibly have to say.

“Tell your client that her husband said no, and that he will be seeing you very soon, he put a big emphasis on the word husband.” he said pausing.

Waiting for a response from you he added on, “Ms. O’Hara if i'm being honest here this doesn't sound like a man who wanted a divorce.” he said reconsidering the course of the situation.

“At this point I'm not really sure what he wants anymore,  I   don't think  I   ever actually knew to begin with.” you said, beginning to question your judgment.

“Well if you’d like to continue with the one sided divorce process we can do that otherwise  I   think you should speak to Mr.O’Hara and sort things out.” He said.

Now you had a lot to think about, A shiver went up your spine as you realized exactly what was happening.

“Y/n? Is everything okay? Do you need help?” Your lawyer asked on the other side. He always knew a little more than he was led to believe which meant he had to be cautious with how much he involved himself.

“Oh yeah, yes  I   am fine just considering my options, can  I get back to you on that?” You asked quickly beginning to exit the airport.

“Yes, of course whatever you need, give me a call.” he said, he could hear your breath picking up and your heart beat gaining speed.

“Thank you, Mr. Murdock.” and with that you hung up the phone and found your driver.

If there was one thing Miguel didn't like it was not having you by his side and to make matters worse not knowing where you were.

You didn't doubt for a second Miguel had already found you; it was just a matter of time before he got to you.

Angry would be the understatement of the year.

Taking a deep breath you tried to relax remembering why you were in this situation in the first place.

It was his fault you left, and if he wanted to bring you back then he’d have to travel across the world and do it face to face.

After all, you did book a flight to Barcelona thinking it would be far enough to not ever be able to go back to him no matter how strong the urge.

Your phone rang again, thinking it was your lawyer, you answered.

“Was there something you forgot to mention earlier?” you asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Hiring a man as your lawyer, you always know where to hit me so it hurts mi amor.” chills ran down your spine at the sound of that raspy voice.

“Miguel, what do you want?” you said trying to put up a front.

“You. Back in our house, at my side.” he said with a demanding tone.

The audacity of this man, you'd been distraught and in tears practically the entire journey here but now? All you felt was anger.

“No.” was all you said, the front was gone, these were your genuine emotions now.

“No? Como que no? You're mine, don't you forget that.” he said, beginning to raise his voice.

“  I   didn't forget that, you did Miguel so it's either you start remembering or  I   start forgetting too. Ya no voy a estar de gata a tus pies. I'm worth more than that.” you said trying to hold back the shakiness in your voice.

It was helpless because he already heard it.

“Mi amor,  I   never thought that of you please, come home and let's talk. I'm begging you don't do this to us.  I   need you.” He said hoping he could sway you in his direction.

“This is the longest you've spoken to me in over a month Miguel, you realize that right? And all for what, because  I  disobeyed you?” you asked, hoping he'd deny it but all you got was silence.

Chuckling you smiled, at least that part of him never changed.

“Baby, plea-” he tried.

“No, Sign the papers or I'm moving in a different direction Miguel.  I   let my love for you stand in the way for too long and you don't even have the decency to tell me you don't love me anymore. I'm done.” you said as he began to speak over you trying to stop you.

No one had ever tested Miguel's patience this much.

You not letting him get a sentence out was only bringing him closer to the edge.

“Y/n  I   swear if you make me-” dead tone. You hung up.

“HIJO DE PUTA!” he said as he punched the back of the passenger seat in front of him.

“Everything alright sir?” his driver asked mostly only concerned for his own safety.

No one liked seeing Miguel upset ten times out of nine everyone else ended up in whatever mood he was in.

“Yes, Just get me to the jet please.” he said, rubbing his temples gently.

Miguel fell in love with your sense of leadership when he had first met you, god was he paying for it now.

He tried to calm himself before boarding the plane. He needed to think of what he could say to get you back at his side.

He knew he needed to change, it's his best bet at making you remember just how much he loves you.

Just as the plane was taking off his gizmo showed a hologram of Jess.

“So, did you get your girl back?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face.

Miguel froze, he kept his business out of the spider society just in case anyone ever turned on them.

Keeping you safe was his number one priority.

“Lyla spilled Miguel, she's worried about you and says she's never seen you this bad before.” she said with a slight tone of concern. She knew better than to show Miguel she was worried, he would just push her away and tell her he was fine.

“Everything will be fine, I'll be gone two days tops think you can handle that?” he asked with a small smile on his face.

He knew Jess could do more than handle it; he just needed a distraction from the chaos he’d brought to his marriage.

“Yeah well when you bring her back, and you will,  I  ‘d like to meet the person who tolerates your broodiness, hell  i  ‘ll probably ask for some tips while i'm at it.” she said, making him chuckle.

No one could do what you did for him.

“Keep me updated on the canon events and keep Hobie out of my office.” he said remembering the last time he snuck in.

“You got it boss, don't forget we're all rooting for you.” she said before hanging up.

We? Who's we? He was gonna have a long talk with Lyla about confidentiality when he got back.

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It has now been just about two days since you last spoke to Miguel and since then you’ve received one flower arrangement every hour with a message from Miguel and your bill at every place you visited covered by, you guessed it, Miguel.

And still you had to be graced by the presence of the man himself.

Barcelona was your chance to really find out if the grass was greener on the other side and that meant no giving in to Miguel's romantic gestures.

It was hard when every single flower warmed your heart just a little more every time.

It reminded you of when he’d cut flowers from random gardens on his way to your house.

They were never this fancy or even wrapped in paper for that matter, but you loved them more than anything else because he gave them to you out of love.

He gave these to you seeking forgiveness, something he wouldn't be doing if you hadn't been pushed over the edge.

Sighing, you set them aside with the rest of the arrangements and decided to go for a coffee.

Finding a little shop you sat on the patio after ordering your Latte with a croissant to accompany it.

Basking in the sun your mind couldn't help but wonder where he was, if he was already watching you from a distance waiting to catch you off guard.

You weren't too far off.

He was watching you, from a safe distance just to make sure you were safe, and that no other man was coming near you but mostly to make sure you were safe.

He thought that if he gave you space it’d make you miss him.

The flowers and paying for you were just in case you did miss him. Or at least that's what he made them out to be.

Miguel was trying his best to not let his possessive ways take over him and just carry you on the plane and take you home but he oh so wanted this to be over already.

But he too decided to turn a new leaf in Barcelona, one that would promise to never let you forget just how much he loved you, no matter how shitty of a day he had at work.

Miguel was brought out of his thoughts when he saw you leaving the cafe not because you were leaving but because some man was following you.

His body tensed as the man tapped on your shoulder and handed you something.

Before he knew it he was walking towards you and pulling you into him by the waist.

“¿Ya terminaste amor?( you finished here love?)” he said, smiling down at you before turning to look at the idiot who touched you.

Who did he think he was touching you when you belonged to Miguel?

Smiling a thank you to the stranger you met mere minutes ago you begin walking without answering Miguel's question.

“Who the hell was that guy?” he said following you down the street.

“ I   have no idea Miguel, what  I   do know is that you've been watching me for the past two days.” you said trying to hide your smirk.

Miguel stopped, you had outsmarted him.

“Only because you won't speak to me.” he said trying to hide the smile on his face.

He was a proud husband but now was not the time.

“Sucks doesn't it? Being ignored by your spouse when you just wanted to give them all your love.” you said opening the door to your new home.

“Y/n mi amor  I   get it, I'm an asshole and  I deserve whatever it is you throw my way but please come home and you can throw it at me there.” he said trying to get close to you but all it did was make you take a step back.

“Baby please, just come here.” he said as he took another step towards you.

He was quick but you were quicker getting out of the way.

“No Miguel, you treated me like some toy that you used when you were bored. And when you got tired of me you tossed me to the side and pretended that  I   wasn't there. Do you know how it feels to be treated like an item? A disposable item?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper but that didn't stop you.

“For the last ten years of our relationship there wasn't one day that you didn't tell me you loved me. Even when we were fighting. Tell me Miguel, when was the last time you told me you loved me? As a matter of fact, When was the last time we even slept in the same bed? You can't tell me can you?” you asked, waiting for a response from him but all you got was silence.

Your words finally began to actually sink in to Miguel and for once he didn't know what to do.

Balancing the literal multiverse on his shoulders distracted him so much he hadn't realized the damage he was doing to your marriage.

But you’d had more than enough time to realize what it did to you.

Shaking your head you looked away as tears brimmed your eyes.

You wanted so badly to be strong for yourself but seeing the end to what you thought was your forever was making it really difficult.

“Fuck.” was all Miguel could muster up at the moment, he needed to find a way to fix this.

Letting out a shaky breath, “Y/n,  I   know that  I  ‘ve changed but there's just been so much pressure on me to fix things and they really need me right now, this is the only way  I   can keep everyone safe, keep you safe.” he said hoping you’d understand.

Nodding you looked out the window and admired the view.

“ I   understand, the multiverse is important to you. But  I   can't sit around waiting for the day you decide to consider me too. And  I   know that sounds selfish but  I   can't help it. I'm jealous of Miguel. Jealous of the people who see you more than  I   do. Jealous of the office you spend time in. Jealous of the Lyla.” you actually had to laugh after that.

“ I   sound crazy, Jealous of a damn AI all because it gets your attention more than me.” you said tears finally falling.

“Well guess what Miguel,  I   won't do it anymore,  I   hate this feeling.  I   understand protecting the multiverse is important so go, go be a hero it's who you are and it's amazing.  I   could never stand in the way of that no matter how much it’d hurt me.” you said leaning back on the kitchen counter.

You’d hoped that’d be enough to get him to go.

In a second Miguel had his arms around you and his head buried in your shoulder.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you realized he was crying.

“Miguel?” you asked gently, slightly confused by the reaction.

“I'm so sorry baby please,  I   need you. Without you I'm just the shell of the man   I   should be.   I   can't live a life without you, it's pointless. Just please come home and we can fix this together.  I  ‘ll do whatever you want.  I  ‘ll get on my knees and beg if that's what it takes.” he said as he began to get down on his knees.

“Miguel no-” you whispered as you tried pulling him back up.

“Then what baby you tell me and  I  ‘ll do it please tell me how to fix this. ¡Estoy loco por ti y lo sabes!( I'm crazy for you and you know it!)” he yelled, he was mere seconds away from a panic attack his breathes were shortening quickly and you noticed it.

“Miguel? Baby slow down, you need to breathe.” you said lowering yourself to meet his face.

“ I   can’t-  I   can-” he said as he tried regaining his breath.

He hadn't had one of these since he became spiderman so an inhaler was not an option. So you did the next best thing, you kissed him.

Deeply, passionate to make sure he slowed down his breathing completely.

Slowly it began to work so you pulled away to allow him to catch his breath.

Analyzing his face you’d only hoped it worked, “Better?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Not yet.” he said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back in for another kiss this time much deeper.

Miguel began kissing you like a man who’d been starved as he pulled you closer wrapping your legs around his waist in the process.

And just like that you were lost in him all over again.

Whatever speech you gave yourself about the grass being greener was gone in the wind.

Quickly Miguel began undressing you while you pulled his clothes off in return.

“No sabes cuanto te e necesitado mi amor. (you don't know how much i've needed you my love.)” he said as left a trail of kisses down your neck.

“Callate y hazme el amor Miguel.(shut up and make love to me.”you said breathlessly as he flipped you over on the kitchen floor placing his tip at your entrance.

Slipping into you slowly he clenched his jaw at the feeling of your tightness around him. Oh how he missed this feeling.

Gasping you tried to adjust to his size again , no matter how many times you’d had sex in the past it's like this man got bigger and bigger every time.

Hearing your soft moans encouraged Miguel to keep going until he was fully buried in you, “dios mio.” was all he could manage to say as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“Miguel-” you moaned, signaling him to move.

“ I   know baby  I   know.” he said as he pulled himself out completely before thrusting back in and finding his pace making you arch your back in the process.

Slowly he began building up his speed until all he could hear was the beautiful sound of your voice moaning his name endlessly.

This was his heaven.

Watching you as your face contorted in full euphoria at the pleasure he was giving you.

Taking your hand in his he gave it a squeeze that you returned as you used your other hand to pull him in for a breathless kiss.

“Miguel ya” you said, getting closer to your climax.

“Wait for me mami i'm almost there.” he said as he sped up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

This man would be the end of you.

By this point you were a moaning mess holding on to the last strands of sanity you had left waiting for Miguel.

Once you felt Miguel twitch inside of you it was clear he was close, you pulled him close and began kissing your way up to his ear.

“Miguel baby, I need you hazme tuya mi amor.” you moaned, and with that you felt his fangs dig into your shoulder as he filled you with his seed allowing you to cum with him.

You could've passed out from the immense amount of pleasure  you were feeling, or the reaction to his spider venom,  but missing a moment of this was not an option.

After Miguel recovered he realized what he’d done, “Shit, I'm sorry  I   didn’t think-” he said, beginning to slightly panic.

He’d always been able to control himself in bed.

Smiling, you pulled him in for another kiss, “It’s okay,  I   liked it.” you said earning yourself a look of surprise from him.

Laying his head back down on your chest you sighed in content.

“Eres la luz de mi vida, el sol para mi luna. (you are the light of my life, the sun to my moon.)” he said smiling.

Laughing you massaged the back of his neck as you ran your hands through his hair.

“ The light of your life would like to get off this hard floor.” you said as you wiggled to ease the soreness of your back.

Miguel wasted no time in picking you up and taking you to the bedroom.

“ This looks like a much more suitable place to spend the week.” he said, laying you down gently.

“Week? Isn't there a canon event that needs your rescuing?” you asked, to tell the truth your heart was overjoyed at the thought of him staying here with you.

“You, you're my cannon event and it's gonna take all of me to rescue you.” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“My hero.” you said as you laid your head on his chest admiring his relaxed features.

“Te amo mi cielo.” he whispered.

“Y yo a ti cariño.” you said, closing your eyes as you fell asleep alongside the love of your life.

The road to forever looked a lot brighter now

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If Only (preview)

paring: San x chubby!reader

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, second chance, time travel/new universe (1950s), mentions of car accidents, female reader, featuring all of ateez (greaser ateez), featuring some of the nct & stray kids boys, smoking, motorcycles, fuckboy activities, lowercase intended, insecurities, body shaming, we hate hyerin, san being oblivious in flashbacks, yunho being an absolute golden retriever, wooyoung is a bit of an ass (sorry, don’t worry tho he gets a character development) will mainly be in sans pov but will switch from other perspectives, any bold & italic words are what the characters are actually thinking

word count: 1k+

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taglist: open! just comment to be added!

a/n: I had a dream of this (not with the members) & I wanted to write it out, also got a bit inspired by “Marry My Husband” but it’s a completely different plot.

preview:

“san i can’t be letting you back in every time things go sideways with her, i'm done being the second choice.”

“i’m done. goodbye san.”

those were the last words L/N Y/N had told me after i chased after her out of the school, and being the idiot i was i just stood there watching her walk away from me towards yunho, one of my best mates. since when did they become close? but those were the last of my worries. i had just lost my childhood best friend because i was too blinded to show this school i was the best at everything by going after the most sought out girl of the school hyerin. when i should’ve gone for y/n. she always stood by my side, never once showed me disloyalty, and always picked me up anytime hyerin shooed me off for her other boy toys. she never once judged me for my ways and i took her kindness and love for granted.

now im left here alone with no hyerin in sight, probably making out with jaehyun, and my mates are probably having the time of their life’s at the dance with no clue that i had lost y/n.

while watching her enter yunho's car my mind was yelling at me to go after her. but i couldn’t, i had been selfish for too long. i knew she needed me to let her go so she could move on.

but that also meant i had to move on but how could i move on with life when i had lost the best thing that i could ever have in life.

watching yunho's car pull out the parking lot, i decided that one last time i wanted to be selfish. so i chased after the car. not noticing how i ended up on the main road, not noticing how a car was coming towards me until it hit me.

i flew back and laid on the road while looking at the night sky, i wanted to scream at the universe for doing this to me. when in reality i should’ve been yelling at myself for being stupid, and oblivious.

the pain from the impact of the car started invading my whole body. it hurts. everything. mentally and physically.

i closed my eyes hoping someone or something would come and take this pain away from me. not just from the impact but from my heart as well.

i heard sirens and people rushing towards me, but i also heard someone saying my name over and over again. but i couldn’t open my eyes. until someone shook my body forcefully.

then i got up like i had just woken up from a nap. looking around trying to find out who was shaking me rather than helping me. then i noticed i wasn’t on the road, it wasn’t night time, and there was no car.

rather i was on a field under a tree next to a building that looked like our university. what the fuck.

“san!”

i looked forward to the person in front of me calling me.

“y/n?” but this was not my y/n i could tell from the very different clothes she was wearing and her hairstyle was completely different. it seemed like a hairstyle that would be done in the 1950s.

“come on, we’re gonna be late!” she pulled me up and started fixing my leather jacket. wait when was i wearing this. where am i?!

while I was lost in my thoughts i heard a group of people calling me towards the entrance of the school. wait is that?

“come on san we don’t want to get yelled at by Ms. Lisa again hurry up!” hongjoong?

it was all my friends, but it wasn’t at the same time? since when did we all start wearing matching leather jackets? but before i can question anyone y/n pulled me towards them.

“lover boy is gonna miss his chance to talk to hyerin before class.” i turned too wooyoung, who was snickering, but i was too focused on his appearance. he didn’t have his oreo hair as he liked to call it, his hair was all black with an undercut. when did he have time to do that? before i could turn to y/n to ask her what’s going on i was being pushed towards the door, following the rest of the boys, while i had time to look around the area i looked at the backs of my mates and some of there side profiles. they all had their hairs gelled back, even jongho who preferred the boyfriend style. what stood out to me the most was the leather jackets we were all wearing had ‘ATEEZ’ in big white letters with 3 motorcycles below it. they all look like they had just came out a greaser movie with this style they all had. wait… y/ns style of clothing along with my mates. am i in a different timeline..? no that can’t be.

to further prove my theory, i turned to y/n.

“y/n, what’s the date?” she looked at me weirdly.

“it’s march 29?” she said as if it was the most obvious answer. “no, what year are we in?”

“san are you ok? did you hit your head? you’re acting really weird”

“who’s acting weird?” wooyoung turned around to look at us. “san, he’s asking what year we’re in.”

wooyoung only chuckled, “he's probably just nervous because hyerin is going out with him this weekend, san it’s 1955 you bimbo. now loosen up don’t want to scare hyerin off.”

i stopped in my place. “it’s 1955!?” everyone turned to me. “aye san you sure you good?” i turned to yunho with a look that screams ‘do i look good to you?’

“oooookaayy, i’m gonna take this one to Lee before class, we will catch up to you guys later.” y/n waved to everyone while pushing me towards a different door.

what the actual fuck is going on.

#san x reader #san x y/n #san imagines #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez san #ateez angst #ateez fluff #san angst #san fluff #ateez au #san x you #san smut

[trulyumai]

Oh, Mr mosses (Series!) V

Synopsis: You were fine with the job, the steps were easy enough but the secret  of the D.D.D was getting harder and harder to contain. Each night a new entity would enter the building, each with its own horrific look and intentions. Just as you debate on leaving, a new resident has entered the premises; Francis Mosses who is absolutely entranced by your being. Now, his Mimic has taken a liking to you too.

Will you be as smitten of them as they are of you? Only time will tell.

Author Note: Hello everyone, a bit longer of a chapter but thats okay! After Thursday I will be final free! Which means I'll have more time for writing and answering requests, thank you for your patience! <3

Warnings: Blood, Obsessive/Possessive behavior, Stalking, Talk about Death, Mutilation.

Also available on AO3!

Taglist: @tfamidoingwithmylife @mariaflor873 @fandomfeind @greycloudsy @skully-skeleton-bone0106 @im-here-for-the-fun-of-it @the-tiger-lover78 @itoshilvr @wilddreamer98 (Let me know if you want to be added!)

God, even the way she laid there, limp against the office wall was everything to him. 

Biting down on 28 only crunches and squelches echoed through the room, the said man laid in pieces by his feet. 

He casually sat there in her squeaky chair, munching on a limb like it was normal; an everyday hobby. 

Humming a familiar tune he threw the rest of the arm past him, somewhere towards the cabinets, he had to guess. 

With his feet on the desk he sighed. 

Soon the D.D.D would learn of his presence, his safety would be at risk and his little toy would be in even more danger than she already was. 

Maybe he would take her, hide her away to be his little wife. That is what they’re called, aren’t they?

First things first; he had to dispose of the replica. 

Clicking his teeth he scratched his nails on the wood beside him. 

That fucking fool. A useless mirror image he copied. 

He had to learn everything about the man before taking his face; starting with his job, his hobbies, his routes, down to the fucking shampoo he preferred. Until it got to his favorite area, the most recent addition in his life; the pretty receptionist. 

He knew it would be so easy to manipulate the woman. Her mind was so weak compared to him, with just a tad bit of bending (Mentally and a bit physically), he molded her perfectly for him. 

Enough to not only get access to the building, but to her as well. 

She groaned as she laid there, she must be having a nightmare. He hoped it involved him, with some image of the mimic biting chunks out or flesh, kissing them as he went on.  Holding back a grin he decided to move her, before someone else were to poke their nose in the already bloodied business of theirs. He pulled her up until she reached his chest and eyed the old corroded clipboard by the door. 

Going down the list of names he got to her; room 24 Level 2.

Stepping through the red he rubbed his feet on 28’s corpse, letting the leftover blood dry on his once white, button up. We wouldn’t want a little trail now would we? 

Clicking the green button he passed 28 once more, whistling lowly as the elevator pushed its doors open with a groan. 

Stepping in his clawed finger pressed the second button on the wall, watched as the doors came together with a satisfying thunk. 

Belly satiated and full, he looked down at the woman in his arms, her head was lolled to the side, leaning firmly on his chest. Grinning wide he bent towards her, pressing a sloppy, bloody kiss to her forehead, cheek and nose. 

The box dinged once again, the doors slid open loudly to indicate their arrival to her floor. 

Walking through the corridor, he read the numbers idly 

10, 12, 14, 

A turn left 

16, 18, 20- 

A creek escaped, some neighbor had opened their door, just up ahead.

It was that rich suited prick. 

“Ah! Francis, lovely to- is that the receptionist?” His grin was hesitant, eying the girl with bloody marks on her face. 

He could kill him now, but it would be more of a mess to deal with, he doubted he could hide another body from the D.D.D.

Mustering up a smile, his sharp teeth gritted together.

“She’s ah, not feeling well,” attempting to move past the pompous man and walk towards her door just steps away, the man stopped them once more and put a hand out for extra measure. 

Growling he slowly turned, met the eyes of the man once more. 

“Do we have a problem,” he gritted, claws digging into the poor girl below him. 

“Well- ah, tell her to visit me when she feels up to it,” 

He put his hand back at his side, rubbing his fingers idly. 

“I have a job opportunity for her, you see!” 

Not bothering to waste anymore time, he pressed on to her room. Ignoring the suited man's stares as he clicked her key into place, shoving them both inside before slamming the door. 

“Fucking prick.” He muttered. 

But now he was all alone, could touch and prod at the girl with no interruptions. 

Looking around he noticed the apartment was tidy; everything had a place, plants sat by the darkened windowsill and beside them, a full bookcase was laid about. Her kitchen was spotless, only a few decorative items littered the counters while the sink was, of course, empty. 

Holding her up with one hand he scratched at his gums, pieces of bone were starting to prod against his teeth, becoming more annoying than painful. 

Looking for her bedroom he propped open a door with his shoulder, and with a thump, dumped her unceremoniously on the mattress. 

It was then, he realized. 

“Oh fuck.” 

Bolting angrily back towards the door, the hallway and elevator as fast as he could, he bit down on his annoyingly human cheek; hard. 

He left the elevator unlocked. 

Any other mimic could come through freely and he really couldn’t have that. 

Another competition for his food? Yeah no, fuck that. He hated how territorial his kind was, made everything a pain in the ass to retrieve and made survival even more strenuous. 

It’s why he found himself here; In this little rundown apartment, with surprisingly good security. 

Being denied and caught over and over made everything so much more satisfying, because he knew that if he waited- stuck around for the right moment, he’d get in. 

Watched plenty of his kind die too, before deciding to take a shape of his own, and finally, making his way to the pretty and gullible receptionist. 

Mashing the first floor button he clawed at his face, light red marks dented down with each press of his fingers. 

Ironically enough, he’s the one that has to distinguish between what’s real and fake now.

Waiting for the elevator he growled.

“What a pain in the ass.” 

——

The milkman was tired. Getting in, absolutely no one was there to check his ID, and he wondered if the receptionist was okay (Yet again). It seemed that lately, that’s all he could think about. Her health, the way she smiled, her pretty hands.

 Not once had she missed any of her shifts, and although he had only been there for a short time, he would always hear from the neighbors how dutiful she was. 

Come sickness, fatigue, anything, she would be there. 

Walking past the office, his fingers shook cautiously by his sides. 

Enough was enough, he would talk to her, he couldn’t avoid her forever and his little, “crush,” wasn’t going away anytime soon. 

So with a long intake of air. He pressed her floor number. 

It was now or never. 

The doors closed, and the travel up began. 

Floor1

Ding!

Floor 2

Ding!

With his head pointed downwards he heard the doors sliding open before walking forward, passing a quick figure to his left. Not bothering to greet them he kept his head down.

The anxiety was getting to him and wait- he didn’t even know what room she was in! 

Head up, he turned back toward the figure that passed him. 

They obviously resided on this floor, maybe he could attempt to ask them about her room without completely looking like a creep. 

But what he saw he just couldn’t explain- rationally describe. 

His face stared back at him, it was set in a scowl while he noticed vast amounts of blood adorned his usually crisp white shirt. The doors were on their way to closing, and this version of him reached out to stop it.

He was too late, the metal doors crashed together and Francis could feel his heart jumping out of his chest. 

What the actual fuck was going on.

Was he that tired? 

Grabbing his face he turned back, mumbling incessant comforts to stop the beats of his heart from getting any faster. 

He needed to find her room, and fast.

-

The first thing she noticed was her head. It boomed with an unfathomable amount of pressure, and she was hesitant to open her eyes. 

She felt around, immediately recognizing the comfort of her own duvet, the silkiness of her pillows,  the faint wafts of the candle she lit the night prior. It calmed the tenseness found between her shoulders, instantly relaxing against the cushioned material. 

With a muffled groan she allowed her eyelids to slink up, her messy room greeted her vision. 

Not remembering the trip up, she laid there, stretched out and confused. 

Craning her head just off the side of the bed, the receptionist glanced towards the hallway; to her front door that was wide open. 

Jerking up, her feet collided with one another, and looking more like a newborn calf than human she attempted her way to the front of the room. 

Never before had a fatigue caused this much confusion; chaos to her mind. 

Something had to be wrong. 

She remembered clocking in, idly sitting by as the clock ticked and ticked. After that it was all blank- it startled her to no end. 

With a hand on the door frame her figure leaned on the wall, just outside her abode. 

Biting her lip she held back a whimper, the bright lights of the hall burned her eyes, she tried to go off of memory, closing her eyes as she felt for every familiar bump and groove of the space.

Turning to where she remembered the elevator was, someone bumped into her- hard. 

“My goodness!” That voice… could it really be? 

“Francis?” Squinting her eyes she blinked repeatedly, trying to get the figure to focus in her vision. 

“H-Hey,” the deep voice answered back, smiling, as she knew it was the tired mailman. Only he could have such a serious yet flustered sounding voice.  

“I've been looking for you,”

The man gripped the girl's shoulders, light yet firm and bent down just to meet her gaze.

“Some… things have been happening, I wanted to see if you were okay.” Flustered, the girl forced out a laugh, taking a hand off her shoulder she gripped it softly. 

“I'm okay, you look more disheveled than me, big guy, what's up?” Kneading the flesh around his knuckles the man couldn't help but relax. 

She smelled so good- of lilac and vanilla, it invaded his senses and corrupted his mind. He couldn't even remember the duplicate until it was shoved back by his consciousness. 

Letting out a low moan he shook his head. ‘Focus Francis, god-’ 

“I have to talk to you,” he blurted out, face getting warmer as she paused her movement, and looked right at him. 

Letting out a giggle she rested her arm, just so it leaned comfortably in the crook of his elbow. 

“Okay? My rooms around the corner, if you wanna talk there?”

Not relying on his words he nodded his head, letting the girl lightly pull his arm to her apartment. 

Now, he just had to figure out how to explain his bloody twin. 

Should be easy!

And if she calls him crazy, and ultimately pushes him out of the apartment- possibly building, at least he got to get this close to her. 

Smelling her, touching her, it was better than living alone with his thoughts- tormenting him every hour of the week that he lazily spent thinking about her anyway.

Inhaling her flowery scent once more he shuddered, he hoped the pretty girl would believe him, so he could once more bask in her presence and ignore every little thing around.

#francis mosses x reader #horror #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #francis mosses x you #game x reader #horror game #x reader #fanfiction #romance #Mimic #Thank you Caseoh for showing me this game ILY

[badasmuse]

Day Ten: Face Riding

Bada Lee x Reader

on the tenth day of christmas my true love gave to me: a ride i won’t forget

18+ MDNI! mstlst

“honey, i’m home!” i say walking in the door. “y/n?” i say after getting no response.

“in the room.” i heard her say. i immediately realize something is wrong. i go up and open the door.

“what’s wrong my love?” i question.

“i’m stressed. i’ve been staring at this essay for three hours.” she sighs. her hands thread through her hair and she tugs it gently.

i watch her for a moment before getting an idea. “sit on my face.”

she turns and looks at me. “what?”

“you’re stressed, you need a break. sit on my face, let me make you cum, then get back to it.” i say rubbing her hair.

she nods, standing up and following me to the bed. she pulls her shorts down and climbs on my lap. i sigh and pull her up and set her on my face. my tongue darts out, right into her hole. she lets out a moan, putting her hands under her shirt to toy with her nipples.

i pull her closer, sucking on her clit. she lets out a hiss and i giggle. “tastes so good.” i mumble before sticking my tongue back into her. she starts to bounce, literally riding my face. i moan into her, crossing my legs. i can feel myself getting wet listening to her moans.

“fuck bada.. bada i’m gonna cum!” she moans pulling at my hair.

i pull her closer into my face, nibbling on her clit.

she lets out a scream and releases all of her juices onto my face. i clean her up and watch her body shake as i move her to the bed. “you okay?”

“more relaxed for sure.. thank you.” she says sighing.

“anything for you.” i say, kissing her cheek.

Taglist (open! comment to be added!): @waveartistry @sun-nyy @yngtort @elliesblkgirlfriend @jennamc75 @m0r0s1111 @seungxstar @badasbebe @lil-elliesgf

a/n: IM TRYING THEY WILL BE FINISHED BY MIDNIGHT! (eastern standard time) I WILL NOT BRING IN THE NEW YEAR BEING A LAZY WRITER (i’m busy i’m sorry-)

#bada lee #bada lee smut #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #squidskinkmas

[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 0 1.

↪element is translated to genso in japanese, therefore y/n's nickname/future hero name is "element"

"wait up you guys..!"

the h/c haired girl yelled out of breath. "you're running too fast!" you stopped and put your hands on your knees steadying your breath. those two boys are so fast..! i cant even keep up!

"genso! hurry up! we have to be first in line for the new all might action figure!" exclaimed the ash blonde boy, katsuki bakugou, otherwise known as kacchan. "im coming!" you exclaimed picking up your pace to be beside him and the other green haired boy, izuku midoriya, otherwise known as deku.

"im so excited to get the new figurine!" deku exclaims happily, you laugh in agreement. the trio slow to a stop as they go inside the shop and find the display. "mommy! lets get it! pleaseee? i wont ask for anything else!" you begged, pointing at the shelf as deku and bakugou walked to the register with their moms following close by, getting ready to purchase the toy.

m/n grabbed the toy, "i dont see why you shouldnt get it" you smiled widely and gave her a hug repeatedly thanking her as she bought the toy. you and the two boys were smiling out of happiness, "hey kiddos lets take a picture!" exclaimed mitsuki holding up her camera. you got in between deku and bakugou and let out a big smile as the two hugged you.

well... more like just bakugou. he wouldnt even let poor deku wrap his hands around you. to him you were all his and no one else could be with you.

whats bakugous, will always be bakugous.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"genso!" you turned and looked at bakugou, "my mom said to invite you and your mom for dinner tonight" you smiled enthusiastically, "really?? i'll tell my mommy!" you ran over to your mom and told her what bakugou told you. she smiled and agreed, so you ran over and told him you would be coming. "well.. we best head home now kacchan so I can shower and come over, i'll see you in a bit. byebye!" you wave and grab on to your moms hand walking away.

bakugou smiled triumphantly, "hey old hag! genso's coming over for dinner with her mom tonight!" he yelled, "KATSUKI BAKUGOU IF YOU DON'T STOP CALLING ME THAT I'LL PERSONALLY GO RETURN THAT FIGURINE" she screamed, unfazed at how he had invited you without her permission.

it wasn't the first time anyway.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you rang the doorbell and waited eagerly for bakugou to open the door. "oh hi there y/n and m/n! please come in!" mitsuki stepped aside and you walked in. you took off your shoes and placed it neatly in the corner, "wheres kacchan?" you ask looking around. "the brat should be around here somewh-" "GENSO!!" bakugou came running up to you and hugged you, taking both you and both parents by suprise.

you blush slightly, " h-hi kacchan..! " you hug him back, he pulls away and grabs your arm dragging you to his room. "lets go watch some all might footage!" you smile as he drags you away.

"looks like my little brat has a crush on your daughter m/n.." mitsuki chuckled, m/n just sighed and added "young love.." which caused both parents to laugh to themselves.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you sat with bakugou on his bed watching the footage and making comments about how awesome all might is. "im gonna grow up and become a no. 1 hero just like him!" bakugou commented while punching his hand up in the air. you giggled at his action, "me too!"

bakugou turns to look at you, "your so lucky you got your quirk early! i can't wait for when i finally get mine!" you grin, "well whatever it is, i'm sure it'll be great!" bakugou jumps out of the bed, "wait here, i have something to give you!" he opens his drawer and pulls out a bracelet he made with the colors from all mights costume. you gasp, "you made that for me?" he nods as he puts it on you.

"theres the letter of your first name, a heart, and a 'k' for my name to show that i made it for you!" he exclaims, you blush and give him a hug. "thank you kacchan!" he blushes and stutters, "y-yeah, yeah.. whatever idiot..!" he pulls away and grabs another bracelet and puts it on himself. "now we can match!" he smiles and you giggle.

soon after a bunch of all might footage, mitsuki and m/n walk into bakugous room to find you laying on bakugou as he hugs you. both your parents look at the adorable sight and take photos to show you two later. "look at their wrists!" pointed m/n, "so thats why the brat was making bracelets!" smirked mitsuki, she prepared to tease him about it whenever he woke up.

m/n gently picked you up and grabbed your shoes. "we'll be going now.. thanks for the food mitsuki.. tell bakugou we both said bye!" mitsuki walked your mom to the door and waved bye as you two walked away.

her brat had a crush on you!

"oh that brat wont ever stop hearing about this!" she chuckled.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a couple years later.. (12 yrs old)

you stand there shocked holding your acceptance letter from icaru private junior high academy. i actually got in..!

your mom and your dad congratulated you, and started texting all your relatives to tell them the good news. you were happy.. of course you were. you had just gotten into the academy you've wanted to go to for years! but that meant you wouldnt be able to go to school with bakugou and deku anymore. the amount of stress on the academics would also leave you with no time for hang outs with them.

you sighed as you facetimed both of them, mentally readying yourself to deliver the news. "why am i in a call with pathetic deku, genso?" snarled bakugou, you kept your mouth shut. it bothered you how much he had changed just because deku didn't have a quirk. "i need to tell you two something.." you paused.

"i got accepted into that academy i've been ranting about" deku smiled, "thats great y/n! congrats!" you smiled, "thank you izu..!" you looked down sadly, "but that's not what i called about.. you see, i won't be able to go to school with you guys and hang out as much now..."

bakugous eyes widened, "what?! are you kidding me genso!?" you shook your head sadly, "oh no.. y/n.." muttered deku. "i just felt like i should've told you two before i left.." you fiddled with your nails. "my last hang out will probably be this saturday, if you guys arent busy please come, okay..?" you let out a sad smile.

"of course y/n..! anything for you!" you smiled and deku left the call, leaving you with just bakugou. "and you..?" you asked. he had been concerningly quiet during the entire conversation. "i'll come but it'll be after fucking deku leaves." he ends the call, and you sigh out, blinking back your tears.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

deku came by with his mom and gave you a all might plushie to remember him by. he stayed for an hour and left after giving you a hug and wishing you luck at your new school. you sighed out, one friend down... one more to go.

bakugou came by shortly after that with his mom. you opened the door and was immediately brought into a bear hug by mitsuki. "good luck at your new school hun'. i know you'll do just fine, you're a sweet girl, anyone will like you." you smiled and pulled away looking at bakugou.

you waited for mitsuki to walk away and took bakugou up to your room. he sat down on your bed and stared at you. you sat there in quiet until he finally broke it, "do you really have to go..?" he asked quietly. you sat next to him, looking at your hands, " my parents want me to go.. i need to make them happy bakugou.. "

he handed you a printed photo. you grabbed it and your eyes started watering.

it was the photo of younger you and bakugou sleeping on each other with the matching bracelets on your wrists. "i thought you should have somewhat of a reminder of us before you go.." he mumbled.

you turned and hugged him, crying into his shirt. "i don't wanna leave you guys here and be at a new school by myself..!" he just hugged you back, trying not to show how upset he actually was. "i don't want you to go either genso.. but this is what's better for you and that's all i want."

"HEY BRAT WE GOTTA GO!" screamed mitsuki from below. you wiped your tears and stood up. "genso" he called, "promise me you'll get into UA so we can be friends again." you looked at him, "i promise i will" you repeated.

you both walked downstairs and bakugou and mitsuki left, leaving just you and your parents there. "i'm gonna go back to my room.." you mutter, heading upstairs. you sit on your bed and look at the picture of you and bakugou.

right there and then you swore to yourself you would work yourself tirelessly until you got into UA.

and that's exactly what you did.

previous part(s): pt. 00 next part(s): pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12

#my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #boku no hero academia #bhna #mha x reader #mha bakugou #mha #bnha #bhna x reader #my hero acedamia #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugo katuski #kacchan #kacchan bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #mha fanfiction #t3ag3rs

[dorims]

make you fix me [ sneak peak ]

gif creds @/endiness

roman roy x therapist!reader

wc. ~550

genre. fluff, angst,

spiraling into a more than confusing dynamic, roman roy's relationships have always disrupted the balance between professionalism and an HR complaint. It wasn't his fault his authentic-roy-ways didn't follow the 'being a decent human being' guidebook. People fell in love with their therapists all the time anyway, and being a nepo-baby billionaire didn't save him of that fate.

tags. WORKING TITLE, NO BETA AS OF RN, prone to grammar mistakes !! the story is set some time after s4 as of rn, gif is not representative of the timeline this takes place in, allusions to abuse, being dismissive of therapy, roman uses the word looney as an insult once, tags will be added as the story progresses, these are mainly for the text below the cut

a/n. this is a little sneak peak of one my wips! the full document has 3.5k words ish but im aiming for at least 7k, maybe a little more. if anyone wants to join the tag list for this fic please send me an ask off anon or with your url

“Are you writing that down?” He frowned, “why are you writing that down? I literally just said I wasn’t.”

Yet again, another bold demonstration of your therapeutic ineptitude. You dared to look up at him for a couple of seconds too long, scanning him over until his eyes widened in confusion while he jostled his hands in the air, preparing to retaliate. But just when he started stringing words together, you decided to start what seemed like a new sentence.

“What are you even writing?!” He wanted to tear all his hair from the roots. “I haven't said anything!”

“Well, you have.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Groaning in protest, he scooted closer to the edge of the couch, almost like he wanted to stand up. “I said nothing that means anything.”

“Then,” you clicked your pen, and his gaze immediately zeroed in on your fingers toying with the shiny metal. He gulped, knowingly so, like waiting for the stationary to stab him in the neck. But nothing had happened, and instead, he missed the way you [had noticed] “There’s nothing you should worry about.”

His shoulders dropped with the heavy weight of being scrutinized. One would have thought he would’ve been used to it by now. But from experience, he had learned that the everlasting bitterness of getting examined under a microscope would always linger. No matter what he tried, the only way of coping with it was to wait for it to pass with his tail between his legs. 

“Can you just like stop? Writing?” With his elbows resting on his knees and his face burrowed against the nook of his hands, his voice came out pityingly muffled, much like the hint of the child he had been tasked to cast aside way too soon.

 “Why?”

“Because, it’s, fuckin’ weird?” He forced himself to stare straight at the spot right between his Oxfords, shaking his head in disbelief as he attempted a laugh. “I’m not paying you to scribble on your looney book.”

You had hummed once more, and he had wanted to tell you to stop. With his gaze still zeroed on the floor, he failed to notice how the plain Moleskin had been pushed to the side, neatly closed in a genuine display of concern. Or as genuine as a therapist would allow themselves to be during their first session. 

“Then what are you paying me for?”

“To like, you know,” he shrugged in disbelief. “Ask me to draw a stick figure under the rain and tell me how to fix this.”

“Fix this?”

“Yeah, this.” The words had left his tongue sitting, heavy in his mouth, and the rest that wanted to tumble out felt foreign in size and shape, though similar in weight to that of shame. The same one that had seeped from between his teeth and gums and skin countless times when the inconceivable consequences of his actions caught up to him growing up. Shame so thick it would put blood to shame, though they sure shared the same taste. And it had always been easier to spit it out in private, drown the aftertaste with fierce scrubbing and hide the searing imprints on his cheeks underneath the covers. But the walls surrounding him were no longer the ones in his childhood bedroom, and you were still waiting on an answer. “Fix, I don’t know…me?”

#roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #roman roy fluff #roman roy #succession fanfiction #succession #roman roy imagine #succession imagine

[luvyeni]

Hey! I saw your Yeonjun fic where he was fucking the reader when their baby was asleep💀 Can you do the same for jay, hee and gyu?🥺

ANOTHER ONE; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. husband!jay x fem!reader

wc. 1k

warnings. dry humping, oral (f. receiving),unprotected sex, fingering, breeding kink, impregnation kink,

i did jay because i love husband jay

husband jay coming home to his sleeping baby and he beautiful wife and decides he wants another.

—

undoing his tie, taking his shoes off— he smiled hearing his beautiful wife's humming from the kitchen, the stress of the day wearing off.

"baby, im home." you turned around, and he thought you were the most beautiful thing on the planet, you weren't wearing anything special, a long t-shirt that was probably his.

"you're home!" you said excitedly, that's what he loved about you, no matter the day whether good or bad, you always greeted him with so much love.

"how was your day?" you asked, while washing the rest of the dishes, cleaning up the mess from the day— your three year old daughter could do some damage.

"it was good." jay wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing finally getting to hold you. "everyone did what they were supposed to do." he kissed your neck, you giggled, making his heart swell.

"how was the baby today?"

"oh you mean the grown woman sleeping in her bed now, she was a diva all day, she learned a knew word today, 'no mommy'— oh she really loves that." he laughed. "she learned it from you." he scoffed.

"me? uh uh, that's all you." he defended himself. "whatever, and she has the audacity to ask for a new sibling as if she isn't enough as it is." you chuckled, but jay had different thoughts.

he'd been thinking about having another kid recently, he loved his daughter , and he would love for her to have a baby brother or sister.

"she said that?" you hummed, sensing his tone getting deeper. "s..she's been saying it a lot recently."

the thought of fucking another baby into you, seeing you pregnant and swollen with his baby again made his cock stir in his dress pants.

"do you want that princess, do you want another baby?" you bit your lip as jay began to grind his hard cock against your ass. "because, i'll give you one tonight if that's what you want." he kissed behind your ear, blowing on it.

you were ready to have another kid, you were a stay at home mom, deciding it was the best idea for your daughter, so adding another baby to the mix would be know problem. "baby?" he interrupted your inner monologue, "i asked you a question?" he sucked little marks on to your collarbone.

"y..yes, i..i want another one." you moaned out, he covered your mouth. "gotta be quite, don't want to wake the baby." he reached over, turning the water off.

"let's go to the room, love."

he guided you to the room, softly pushing you on to the bed, taking his suit jacket off, undoing the buttons on his shirt. "my pretty pretty wife." he hovered over your body, lifting your shirt up, revealing your underwear.

"gonna give you another baby." he gave you little feathery kisses on your neck. "j..jay." you sighed as his kisses lower and lower. "please do something." you squirmed, but he held your waist down. "be still." the dominance in his voice made the little wet patch in your panties grow.

he slowly pulled your underwear down to your ankles, throwing them somewhere. "so soaked baby, the thought of me fucking another baby made you this wet baby." he toyed with your slit with his thumb.

jay licked greedily around your folds, intentionally avoiding your needy clit. "jay ... please," you sighed, clasping your fingers in his hair, "you're teasing." you whine.

"i'm sorry baby, you know i can't help it.

the unexpected sensation f his mouth on your clit made you jump, he chuckled into you slightly, before licking a thick stripe up your aching cunt, groaning you were sweet on his tongue, drenching his fingers the more he lapped up your juices. "so fucking sweet baby... fuck i could spend on night down here, tasting your pussy." he dove right back in, you arched your back, gripping his hair tighter.

"oh fuck!" jay covered your mouth so you couldn't scream to loud, as he slid 2 fingers into your pussy. "be fucking quiet." he said like it was easy when he was vigorously thrusting his fingers in and out of your soaking cunt. "you're clenching , are you gonna cum?" you nodded, grabbing his wrist as he sped up.

"cum for me." you came thighs shaking as he rode out your high, pulling his fingers out. "good job princess." he wrapped his lips around his fingers soaked in your essence. "taste so fucking good." you moaned, grinding your hips against his slacks.

"j...jay p..please, i w..want your cock." he stood up, pulling his slacks and underwear down to his ankles, tossing them much as he had done to your underwear. "p...please." you begged.

"begging for me to give you my cock?" he tugged his cock to full hardness. "i'll give it to you baby." he guided it to your hole. "remember be quiet." he kissed you, concealing your moans as he slid his cock in.

"so wet and warm." he groaned against your lips as he pulled out, thrusting back in. "s...so full." you tried to whisper your moans. "yeah? you feel full?" you nodded.

"p..please f..f...faster!"

"you want me to go faster?" you nodded, and he hilted his movements, pulling out— slamming into you this time, before thrusting into you at a rough pace, you bit your lip, eyes rolling back as you contained your moans.

"baby, you look so sexy right now, so fucked out, trying to hold your moans in, such a good girl." he grabbed the back of your calves, pushing them against your chest, the new position made your jaw slack.

"oh fuck! you're clenching around me so hard." he groaned, rubbing your clit as he slammed into you. "gonna let me fill your pretty pussy up, hmm? gonna carry my baby again?." he reached in between your bodies, rubbing your clit.

"gonna look so beautiful, all pregnant- fuck! " he grunted, his thrust getting sloppy. "j...jay- go ahead and cum love, cum so i can fill your pussy up with my seed." he kissed you once again, swallowing your moans as you came around his cock hard, he let out a string of cuss words as his seed shot into you, coating your walls white.

"s...shit." he his hips jolted as he ride out his high. "you feel so good."

"i'm not done princess, im gonna fuck my cum into you until i think it's enough."

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #jay x reader #jay hard thoughts #jay hard hours #jay smut

[m1kasawps]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐂𝐒 - ( 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞 ! )

synopsis -> hange and nsfw hcs !

warnings -> switch!reader, modern!au, panty stuffing, masturbation, phone sex, fingering, oral, nipple play, vibrator use, sex toys use, strap riding, squirting, ass spanking !

hange is a switch! sometimes they like being treated well, getting their pussy eaten. other times, they like treating you well, eating your pussy.

they’re a lil perv. they love panty stuffing and taking photos of you during sex so they can masturbate while you’re travelling or away from home! consensually, obv.

speaking of masturbating, they’re obsessed with phone sex. when you’re on a work trip, leaving them alone in the house, or when they’re wet in their office, they call you and immediately initiate mutual masturbation.

“fuck, im so wet.” as they rub their clit while sitting in their office chair, the sound of your moans on the other side of the phone, simply adding to their pleasure.

hange also sends videos of them touching their needy pussy, making themselves squirt while moaning your name.

“sss’ all for you.” “you make me so wet.” “i need your fingers.”

they love when you get on your knees as they sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing your head and pushing you closer to their cunt, desperate for you to flick your tongue on their clit at an even faster pace.

yk what else they love? when you ride their strap, your tits bouncing, head lulling back in pure bliss. they grab onto your waist, guiding your hips, slowing moving their hands towards your tits, playing with your sensitive nipples.

hange has a wide collection of toys. they enjoy experimenting and trying out new things.

they’re obsessed with overstimulation! they love fucking you dumb, encouraging you to speak, yet you’re practically unable to as they press a vibrator to your clit.

when they’re feeling more dominant, they like to degrade you, maybe even restrain your arms above your head.

when they’re feeling more submissive, they like being praised, it gets them so wet.

it’s canon that they literally cum just at the sight of you desperately touching yourself.

“you just couldn’t wait for me to come home, hm?” as they lean on the doorframe of your bedroom, licking their lips while your hand is in between your thighs.

fucking adores it when you squirt. they’ll finger you until you gush everywhere, making a mess on the bedsheets.

loves spanking your ass. they usually use it as a punishment after you spent all day teasing them in public, trying to get a reaction out of them. you don’t get that reaction until later that night, of course.

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #aot fanfiction #aot headcanons #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #hange x reader #hange x y/n #hange x you #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe x y/n #hange zoe x you #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x you #eren jaeger imagines #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman x you #armin arlert x you #armin arlert x y/n #armin arlert x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you

[astrolaurical]

RM’S CHAOTIC LOVE LIFE ANALYZED IN SONG LYRICS

This is all alleged and speculation. No relationships are proven true until confirmed by the idols themselves or their agencies. Do not take this personally or too seriously. This is just an extreme over-analysis of song lyrics and observations I have made about idol interactions from years of being a K-Pop fan.  This is a work in progress- RM has like a million songs and I am constantly going back and rediscovering new meaning in lyrics and adding to the song list. So buckle up, get a snack and a drink because I basically typed an 12 page thesis.

Indigo track-by-track analyses link

Favorite Girl (2012)- girl broke up with him over a letter in the winter

Thinkin Bout U- mentions red converse high girl

Coffee (2013)-bitter over breakup bc became idol?

Blanket kick (2014)- keep being/acting embarrassing around crush/gf and admits a lot of songs about her- possibly about yerin?

Miss right (2014)- maybe about yerin? possibly about wishing to be in ideal relationship but can’t bc idol

Where did you come from (2014)-superficial love 

Boy in luv (2014)- unrequited love and changing oneself to try to get her affections

Danger (2014)-unaffectionate/uncaring gf not putting her all in the relationship

Intro:what am I to you (2014)-relationship started out too intense so gf put up barriers and shut bf out

Converse high (2015), converse high (predebut) -song that I believe is about yerin from 15&

Run (2015)- giving your all to someone who doesn’t appreciate it

Hold me tight (2015)-knows breakup is about to occur but wants to rekindle feelings from beginning of relationship

I NEED U (2015)- how because of this girl, they are becoming ruined and they want out of the relationship. However, they cannot bring themselves to leave and begs her to break it off for him. They are going through hell because of this relationship yet they keep coming back.

Autumn leaves (2016)- refusing to move on from breakup

Love is not over (2016)-refusing to move on from breakup where girl clearly didn’t love him/ she was toying with him or realized that hookups don’t satisfy them bc only last the night and person only theirs when they are physically in the bed

Blood sweat tears (2016)- addicted to sex with someone

Dilemma (2016)- gf feeling like stranger as she becomes distant but rm still refuses to let go bc he loves her

13430 (2018)-galactic ode to lovers whose bond dwindles, eventually breaking aloof.

Fake love (2018)- “I’m so sick of this fake love” Pretty self explanatory. The same message will be repealed in “Her” and “Closer”.

Her (2018)- the person they are in love with doesn't know the real them, only the mask they put on

Truth untold (2018)- It speaks of the singer putting on a mask to see the one that they love. They create a facade to hide behind so the object of their affection doesn’t see their broken and damaged side. They are afraid that their love will leave them because of their hidden side. They have a love, but it is fake love because they aren’t being real and so because they did not have the courage to show their love their real self, they left. They are left sitting in their ruined dream reminiscing about what would’ve happened if things turned out differently.

Im fine (2018)- a little self growth yay! Went from “save me” to “I’m fine”

Euphoria (2018)- happiness associated with young love and new beginnings. There are some underlying tones of feelings of how their love is fake and not based on attraction

Waste it on Me (2018)- a hopeless and hopeful love affair. While one side of the relationship labels the concept of love as a waste, the other strongly advocates for the pursuit.

Jamais Vu (2019)- can never do right by gf so want another chance

Crying over you (2019)- breakup but each person is mature enough to let go of each other and sending wishes that their ex would find a better person whom perfectly fit for them.

TOMORROW X TOGETHER - 0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You) (2021)- apparently RM had part in writing this song. He must have been loved up in his couple ring era because this song screams honeymoon stage. Clearly it didn't last based on the angry songs in this list that came afterward.

Young Love (2022)- We don’t know which of the members this viewpoint is about, so I will include this song just to be safe

SEXY NUKIM (2022)- you know the part I’m referring to… Girl you can keep it low While we do the ride I'll apply you tonight Ain't gotta DM 'Cause you heard about my team”

Closer (2022)- Namjoon, man. Will you ever learn your lesson?! You can’t replace sex with love! And you know it too. You’ve written like 20 songs about this very thing.

Change pt. 2 (2022)- MANS HEXED HIS EX LMAOOO. I WOULD BE SCARED SHITLESS.  “SOMEDAY A GREAT GRIEF WILL DO COME FOR YOU AND THEN YOULL KNOW IT TOO THATS ALL I CAN SAY TO YOU. YOU CANT LOVE SOMEONE LIKE I DO”

Smoke Sprite (2022)- Honey, what you doin' in my bed? Yeah, Uh, baby, welcome to my favorite place, yes→ RM said 2022 IS THE YEAR I LET EVERYONE KNOW IM NOT A VIRGIN

Dont ever say love me (2023)- “I wanna die when youre next to me” like man wants to breakup so bad because even when youre around him you give him the ick

WHO ARE THE SONGS ABOUT?

ANONYMOUS PRE-DEBUT CITIZEN

RM admitted to having a girlfriend in highschool during a 2015 episode of Problematic Men. He said it was a short-lived relationship because she had too many male friends and was causing him to be jealous. Speaking of 2015, notice how the other men are rushing him to try and slip up and admit that he is dating? Or admit that he would write a letter to a sweetheart? That goes into my theory about Yerin below, with the timelines matching up in 2015. RM is notoriously TOO honest and his Problematic Men hyungs knew it, with Namjoon probably gushing about his girlfriend at after-taping 회식, and were wanting him to slip up and spill on air. RM finally admitted that he would write a song for his crush on White Day (cough cough Converse High cough cough).

YERIN

While BTS has never had a confirmed partner since debut, Baek Yerin is the only rumored girlfriend RM has had tabloids write about. Yerin is the only one of the three women I’m the most confident about in this analysis that he has had a relationship with. I am fairly certain that RM has a crush on Hwasa, and that Chaeyoung has a crush on RM.

Yerin’s entire 2019 album “Every letter I sent you.” seems to be a reflection of the passionate love (and toxic) affair her and Namjoon had when they were around ages 18/19-20/21. It could be possible they dated even as early as when Namjoon was 16 if his earlier unreleased love songs are about her, as well. That’s highly unlikely, as Yerin is the same age as Jungkook, 3 years younger than Namjoon. 

Her songs often mention tons of sex, drunken nights, smoking, and fights. This sounds highly out of character for Namjoon (minus the sex and a little bit of drinking). There are rumors that some BTS members smoked, though it’s not confirmed who they are and if they still do. (Edit: Taehyung was officially confirmed to have smoked after pictures of him smoking at the 2022 Grammys were leaked. There were also numerous other occasions where he was holding a vape in his hand, but nothing as big as this “Grammys smoking scandal” went as viral. Jungkook is also confirmed to smoke after his vape was revealed in a Weverse live. Suga alludes to him being a constant smoker in his song “Haegeum”, and he does hold that cigarette like a seasoned pro… but the cig reference was mainly a call out to overprotective fans who think they they can tell other people what they can do with their bodies.)

They most likely had a karmic relationship- an intense but PAINFUL relationship that will rip you out and spit you out. Every hidden side of you is revealed through sex and intimacy, but it is so intense, that you cannot be with the person forever but you feed off of each other’s brokenness. I’m sure if you asked them about what they learned from that relationship, they would say they learned SO MUCH about life, love, and self.

It (allegedly) definitely seems like Namjoon broke up with her around 2015-2016 after the success of I NEED U, when BTS became busier and he had less time to spend with her. From the timeline of BTS songs, I would place their relationship anywhere from 2012-2015. While he was heartbroken for YEARS after this (see the above listed songs, the longest list off all 3 lyrics lists), he has now come to terms with it. It seems like Yerin has come to terms with it as well, as this blog post breaks down each song meaning beautifully. It seems like Yerin has found a box of diaries or love letters from this relationship and has written songs in chronological order of the entire timeline, from beginning to end, with the last song talking about her getting closure with viewing the memories and how the two were not meant to be.

Yerin states that “This album reflects memories, dilemmas, and thought processes I had from when I was nineteen to twenty three.” She is currently 24 years old Korean age (23 years old standard age at the time that I wrote this in 2020, she would be 26 years old in 2023 now). This would put the beginning of the album at 19 years old in 2014 to 23 years in 2018. The timeline does match.

Maybe its not our fault (2019)- how partners in relationship slowly started to drift apart

0310- sex cant save a relationship

It’s like I dont know myself (2017)- the more he probes the more she loses herself and him

Meant to Be (2019)- about namjoon 100000% id bet my life on it. Him saying they’re meant to be, he’s kind. 

Across the Universe (2015)- hes slipping away but shes clinging to him

Mr. Gloomy (2019)- talking about how hes so melancholy and loves rainy days (Namjoon forever rain)

Bye Bye My Blue (2016)- becoming resentful of Namjoon’s growing fame while her career is stagnant

“Cuz I’m afraid to say things I want to say. I push you away and make things uncomfortable”

CAN I BE U (2019)- most likely a response to I NEED U

His Ocean (2016)- NJ trying to get a deep connection but Yerin resisting. Namjoon also has a fascination with oceans and always mentions it in lyrics.

“I'm not good at emptying my heart. It's not as easy as it sounds. But why do you keep asking me to do something I can't? There's a lot that has built up in my heart. I can't get rid of it and I'm always frustrated”

Amy (2019)- apologizing for the hardships she put him through in the relationship and admitting she buys all their albums and that their Love Yourself campaign has helped her (allegedly)

Popo (2019) - saying how intoxicated she is with the man (his eyes, his scent, his voice). If the song is about NJ, I mean, same girl. The man in the song wrote her a song and played it for her.

“You'll never know How much your voice attracts me, boy. It's exceptional Especially When you're playing the song for me. I can't take my eyes away”

Datoom (2019)- Reflecting on how much they argued before they broke up

Not a girl (2019) - seoulbeats (linked above) sums up this song perfectly: “Yerin wanting to speak up for herself against a lover who doesn’t seem to truly be for her. There lies a misunderstanding between who he attempts to see her as, versus who she believes she truly is.”

“Can’t be what you want. I can’t be what you were. I can’t say I have done so many things but now. Can’t be good enough”

Newsong2 (2019)- "Want to be just like you once. Make it up if I do wrong. Ignore and leave the silence". Make up and brush it under the rug.

Point (2019)- insecure partner in love keeps questioning her love

London (2019)-partner is trying to idealize her and is not seeing her for who she is

HWASA

It does seem that Namjoon has a thing for Cancers, if my and others’ speculations about his dating life are true. Both Yerin and Hwasa are Cancer suns. While Namjoon’s Cancer Mars is in his 8th house and plays a predominant role in his life and relationships, it is clear to see why he is drawn to Cancer sun individuals. But remember, the 8th house is death and rebirth. Karmic relationships.

Hwasa and Namjoon do have a lot of similarities, from not only looking similar (face, tan, thicc), but to being criticized by fans and media alike (tan, ignorance. RM has apologized and grown from his mistakes. Still waiting on Hwasa’s genuine apology since she continues to appropriate… and do blackface). Both are also highly sexual beings.

While the man in her songs has characteristics that sound a lot like him, so do many other anonymous citizens of Seoul like Hwasa stated. She makes her ex sound like he was available whenever to come and see her, and RM being part of the biggest boy group on the planet doesn’t have much free time, even though his personality is very empathetic and giving. The only reason I included her is because a lot of other people seem to think there was something going on between the two, whether it was a FWB situation or brief one-month romance. I will admit I do not keep up with Mamamoo or Hwasa at all so these are the only songs I know by her. I have heard rumors that she has been in a steady relationship with a man like 10 years older than her and is in a prominent position, like a ceo or something? All alleged, of course. You can never really trust that stuff.

Twit (2019)- how Hwasa wants her lover to not be so passive, loving, and predictable, but take charge and surprise her. This song seems the most likely of Hwasa’s songs to be about NJ because Yerin and BTS’s songs about exes have mentioned the man giving so much of himself into the relationship that he loses himself. Hwasa fans speculate that Twit may be about Loco, as he was VERY chivalrous and swooned over her every time they worked together.

“You give me a lot, but why are you the only one feeling unhappy? Because you breathe only for me. You look so lonely”

Why (2020)- missing her ex, most likely the lover from Twit

“You're my hero. We have many similarities, like a mirror”

Kidding (2020)- sarcastic remarks to a cheating ex and his new lover. Not quite sure if this is about Namjoon because his natal chart doesn’t really have any aspects linking to cheating, but natal charts aren’t the end-all-be-all. Everyone still has free will, and he very well may have cheated.

“Of course you must have been busy. You two falling in love. It’s an old thing that’s thrown out after one use. You’re going to regret it soon. Isn’t it so ironic?”

CHAEYOUNG

Another slightly uncomfortable pattern in all of these alleged “exes” is that RM likes to date younger women, as every single “ex-girlfriend” listed here is younger than him. Namjoon was born in 1994, Hwasa in 1995, Yerin in 1997…. and Chaeyoung in 1999. Namjoon… dude. Chaeyoung is a Taurus, which vibes well with his Virgo sun. Namjoon also has his descendant in Taurus, which is what he looks for in a marriage partner. I don’t have any of the girls’ birth times, but standard 1200 time all results in negative match scores, showing that the majority of Namjoon and each individual girl’s natal chart did not sync well for a compatible match.

Whenever there are multiple fan videos of idol ships, take notice. Weed out the delusional ones but pay attention to ones that seem plausible after researching the K-Pop industry and how idols get away with dating. Idols have confirmed that looking at each other is a form of flirting when at award shows. And there are plenty of clips of RM and Chaeyoung doing just that. Chaeyoung has written her own rap lyrics but mostly it is about a crush and then immediately to heartbreak, so clearly the relationship didn’t last long. The song timelines from crush (2016) to regret (2018) show a brief interlude of happiness and touching (2017). My guess is that after pursuing RM for quite some time, he gave in and hooked up with her, but she wanted more and got her heart broken.

Precious Love (2016)- apologizing and asking scorned ex to come back

“I’m so sorry. Please come back. Do you still feel the same? Have you still not forgiven me? Have the scars I’ve given you Not healed yet? Or have you replaced me With someone else? Is there no place for me In your heart anymore?”

Daring Woman (2016)- she’s young but stop pushing her away

Eye Eye Eyes (2017)- describing a crush she has on someone. Mentions white tee shirt and jeans that he likes, possible reference to converse high

“Ocean-like eyes, I’ll swim in them. Yeah yeah yeah. Everyone knows his pretty eye-smile. I want it to myself. Yeah yeah yeah. Your heart is ice I’ll melt you” and “Do men like White shirt with jeans and most importantly long hair”

Missing U (2017) -ex promised her the world then broke her heart. A recurring theme throughout all 3 girl’s lyrics, hmmmm maybe the ex in Namjoon’s songs isn’t the problem, then?

“You promised me And I foolishly believed. But when you left, you had no guilt. But still I miss you. Miss you baby”

Sweet Talker (2018)- I have a very tiny suspicion this might be about more than one BTS member since Jeonghyeon was involved in the writing process. RM is known for choosing his words carefully, being a smooth talker when it comes to flirting and being a poetic genius.

“You seduced me with your sweet words. You made my heart beat with your clear eyes” and “Your words were as clear as the sky. Your words had no feelings”

The only confirmed relationship I know that Chae was in was with that scumbag tattoo artist that drew those lewd drawings of Chae giving him head and posted it for the world to see and she got so much hate because of it. Thank goodness they’re not together anymore.

This is where I had last stopped in my draft. It says the last edit was December 6, 2020 lmao. So some things I had previously said I may disagree with now but I'm leaving up as I like to see how my thoughts have changed over the years. For example, I now do not think that Chaeyoung or RM ever dated, and that she just had an extreme crush on him. I mean, girl same. Yerin I still believe 100% dated him as she broke formal speech on TELEVISION and called him a pet name. The only reason that wasn't a bigger deal is that both were unknown artists back in 2015. Hwasa, I am on the fence about. I see more reaction videos of Taehyung being the ass man that he is lusting over her than RM. I wouldn't let my buddy thirst over my girl but RM is pretty chill about it. Granted they are in public and being filmed, but even if he did talk to Tae about it, V still did it over and over. Weird, no? So that is why i lean more towards that Hwasa and RM probably didnt officially date, but maybe were just fuck buddies?

Now onto RM’s love life that DID make news:

COUPLES RING

I really wish I had kept a better timeline of him wearing that ring, sigh. The only things I can really find online of him wearing that ring started the whole “namjoon married” ordeal were around September 2020 when that infamous video of him taking it off before going on air surfaced, making it look hella suspicious. I definitely remember him wearing that ring for maybe the entirety of Dynamite promotions? The Dynamite era went from August 25, 2020- December 3, 2021 according to BTS Wiki. This was like peak COVID time and I was an essential worker so I admittedly wasn’t keeping up with BTS that closely and instead was just trying to make it through the day. He was talking about having kids a lot during this time too, and that one live of him showing off the baby shoes did not help his case that he is already married with kids. Namjoon did seem to get in on the joke though by trolling us and posting that photo of him and a little girl with her face covered.

There were also terrible rumors going around during this time that he was gay. Namjoon clearly has a very close guy friend and likes to take pictures with said best friend to preserve memories. To respect his non-famous friend’s privacy, he puts emojis over their face on the photos. Some of the emojis were hearts. Thus the shipping and speculation began. RM eventually stopped posting photos with this friend at all and then deleted all of them.

FIANCEE

June 24, 2022… the day when all Namjoon stans had a heart attack. News broke that he was engaged. So those couple ring photos must be true, we all thought. But alas! HYBE released a statement saying “RM’s marriage rumors are not true. We are currently taking swift action against malicious rumors started on YouTube.” Namjoon himself even posted on his instagram story saying “I don’t know her.” All is well, right? Then Indigo was released… and Namjoon really meant it when he said “I don’t know her.”

It is my belief that Namjoon really was engaged to be married to the person whom he shared couple rings with and who was the lockscreen on his phone. But, based on the lyrics from his songs in the Indigo album, we know that the relationship did not end well. Based on the lyrics in “Closer” and “Change pt. 2”, it seems like she broke his heart by either 1) cheating or 2) putting up emotional barriers and saying she didn’t have feelings for him. I will dissect all songs from the Indigo album in full in a separate masterlist and will link to it here.

According to the Sojang video posted on June 23, 2022, RM’s chaebol “fiancee” was going around bragging about being engaged to the idol. Once word got out about this, they had a huge fight about how she was just using him for his fame and not for his personality. This is where I kind of believe Sojang may have sources that are true. The BTS members have had tons of fake dating rumors and have never felt the need to personally respond and always just let their company handle it. Around this time, Jungkook was being “attacked” by Sojang for fake dating rumors as well and he never responded. But Namjoon decided to go to his personal instagram and type “I don’t know her” which could be viewed in two ways: he really has never met the person Sojang is claiming he was engaged to… or he never really knew the TRUE person who he was engaged to, only the mask they wore. And we all know that Namjoon loves being petty, passive aggressive, and cryptic… even more so when it comes to his exes apparently if his songs are anything to go by. He is straight up hexing his ex at the end of “Change pt. 2”.... The breakup has definitely scarred him. While I think he has been working on healing and that the Indigo album has helped tremendously, I do think that Namjoon is now way more reluctant to love than he once was. He has even said so himself on The Dictionary of Useless Human Knowledge that he used to see himself getting married (hmmm… I bet you did), but now he is unsure if he ever will. His long letter to ARMY recently on Weverse gives me hope that he will find love again when he is ready, and he admits so himself in that letter that he won’t go searching for it but will let divine timing take place and let the chips fall where they may.

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[bbyquokka]

jealousy

pairing: lee minho x fem reader x bang chan

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: minho sees you and chan being too close - so he includes chan into the activities that unfold that night.

warnings: smut, threesome, dom minho, sub reader, exhibitionism, clit play, spit, jealousy, explicit language, squirting, public masturbation (f), cum shot, cum on body, creampie, unprotected sex, blowjob, face fucking, pussy eating, use of toys, mentions of bdsm being used, nipple play, pet names (baby, kitten), masturbation (m), overstimulation, degrading, fingering, choking, possessive

words: 6.2k

a/n: filthy, ha! i felt like it got jumbled at the end, i wanted to get my ideas out quickly that it might seem jumbled i hope not😅  anyways, i hope you all enjoy!

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sex. you love it. you wouldn't say you're addicted to it as you can go a few days without it, however that being said, having sex with the right person, is what's addicting.

Lee Minho. The man who is the centre of your many wants and desires. You met by accident. He had a day off and decided to visit a cat café – the same café you work at. You was taken away by how beautiful he looks in real life. You was so use to seeing him on your screen due to social media updates posting his many selfies.

You was star struck and wowed. You wanted your shift to end so you could at least get an autograph but sadly, that wasn't going to happen. So you settled on doing your job and serving him. It wasn't until you wasn't looking where you was going and tripped over one of the many cats, that you realised you spilt his drink on his lap.

Flustered, you grabbed napkin after napkin after napkin, dabbing at spilt drink that was soaking through the material of his jeans, whilst continually apologising. You was ashamed and embarrassed that you, of all people, managed to spill a drink on an idol.

Minho laughed it off and reassured you that it was okay. You offered to buy him some new jeans once you realised there was going to be a big stain. You was so busy wiping and dabbing at his thighs, that you didn't notice Minho was watching you with dark eyes. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away before looking you dead in the eyes.

You swallowed, feeling yourself being consumed by him. You felt his eyes undressing you, exposing you as he checked you out, looking at your curves, the tiniest details on your face, how your hair falls past your face. You felt encapsulated by his presence, feeling yourself slowly getting aroused.

Your cheeks flushed pink as Minho licked his lips, smirking for a split second. His aura screamed dominance and you was slowly drowning in it. Many thoughts about how this man can dominate you and use you ran through your mind at speed and with the added pressure from his hand around your wrists, didn't help one bit.

If you could, you would have had sex with him right there and then. You would gladly bounce on his cock, moaning out his name. You'd gladly let him fill you to the brim until you was leaking. You wanted to be his toy, his dirty little cum slut. A smirk and a clear of the throat from Minho brought you back down to reality.

You stood straight once he let go off your wrists, walking back to behind the counter, heart hammering against your chest. You paid for his order and managed to serve to him. He gave you a charming smile, slipping a piece of paper with his contact details on in your pocket before winking at you.

Your legs carried you to the staff bathroom, heart beating fast against your chest, you could hear it in your ears. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you wasn't aroused. You could feel it in your underwear. Your wetness sticking to your pussy.

You've never masturbated in public, let alone your work place, but all that was about to change. You locked yourself in one of the cubicles, putting the toilet seat down. Your skin was hot, breath laboured as your mind was struggling to process what just happened between you and Minho.

The only words you two exchanged was when you was apologising to him, but his aura, his presence held you by the throat and choked you. Oh, to be choked and man handled by that man. To have his veiny hands squeezing the sides of your neck as he fucks you dumb.

You pulled your underwear down, hissing at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt. You sat on the toilet lid, unhooking your panties from one leg and spreading your legs wide. Your fingers wondered down south, lightly stroking your clit. your hips bucked into your hand and you grabbed your work shirt, lifting it up so it was out off the way.

You applied pressure to your clit, rubbing circles whilst occasionally dipping your fingers into your entrance to make your fingers slick. Moans threatening to escape your lips as you rubbed fast. You slouched a little, lifting a leg up in the air. You bit down on your work shirt, your other hand making it way to your entrance.

You stroked up and down your slit, hissing at the feeling. The sounds of customers and staff could be heard outside, further exciting you that someone could walk in at any moment. You slipped your index finger inside until it was knuckle deep, moving it slowly before adding in a second.

You curled your fingers against your walls, your cunt pulsating and tightening around your fingers. Your moans muffled against the make shift gag from your shirt. Your fingers hit that deep spot inside, making you see stars. You closed your eyes, imagining it was Minho who was doing this. Minho who was filling up your greedy cunt with his long fingers.

You've only had a five second interactions with him, yet here you are, fingering and stroking your clit desperately, like a whore. Your toes curled inside your work shoes, thighs trembling and tensing. Your juices falling and coating your ass, falling onto the lid of the toilet.

You'd do anything to have Minho inside you. You're mind is so consumed by him. His presences frightened you but excited you so much. The second he walked to the counter and looked at you, you was under his spell in an instant.

The familiar knot started to build in the pit of your stomach. Your breathing was laboured as your mind was consumed with thoughts about Minho. You stroked and fingered yourself fast, chasing your high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You whimpered, your shirt falling out off your mouth. Your body tensed, eyes squeezed shut as you came over your fingers, hard. You felt your juices run down your fingers, onto the seat, the floor and cubical door. Your thighs and body shaking violently as you panted and rode out your high, your cunt pulsating around your fingers.

you took your fingers out off your pussy, planting your feet on the floor and sitting up straight. You looked at the mess you made and bit your lip.

"fuck. how am i going to clean this?"

You dont know why, but you did it. Maybe because you was still horny, even after having an intense orgasm. Maybe because you couldn't stop thinking about him, but you took your phone and the piece of paper out off your pocket. you snapped a quick photo of the mess and before you could register what you was doing, you sent it to Minho.

"I just came thinking about you. 💦"

the interaction between you and Minho happened half a year ago. Since then, you have been inseparable since. He asked you to be his girlfriend and once you said yes, that's when the experimenting began in the bedroom

it started small at first. Minho would either cuff or tie you whilst he drove your senses into overdrive, denying you of your orgasms. It then soon escalated. Various toys were used, rope, vibrators, gags, spanking, spit – with the occasional no nos. Soon, you was having sex in public – changing rooms, a quickie in the unisexual bathrooms, a blowjob here and a fingering there.

Minho started buying you subtle BDSM jewellery to wear. He bought you many rings and necklaces, your favourite being a silver chain with a heart padlock – one that could only be opened and closed with a key that Minho possessed. Unless Minho unlocks it, its around your neck for a lifetime.

Once you became Minho's, he introduced you to his members, all of them greeting you and making you feel wanted. After a few more visits, you and Minho started having sex – mainly in the bedroom.

It became common for the members to walk in on you both. At first, you was shy and embarrassed, but Minho didn't care "Cant you see im busy!" the youngest members would be flustered, whilst the eldest would comment, calling it gross and to keep it down.

Soon, they became immune to it, excusing themselves once they heard your moans. The member who was most likely to walk in on you both so much was Bang Chan.

Chan spent most of his time either at the company or at the dorms, working. He walked in on you both several times, becoming flustered but he soon became immune to it also. He learnt to put on his headphones and block out the constant banging against the wall and the moaning.

Until one day, he came home, stressed and tired. You and Minho was having sex – as always, your moans running through the entire dorm. Chan retreated to his room and went to grab his headphones until he heard your desperate whines and pleads for Minho to put it in.

It was too much for the young man. Maybe it was because he was stressed and needed to relax that he got hard and it wasnt going away any time soon. He pulled down his sweatpants and underwear, slouching in his desk chair. He lazily stroked his hard cock, listening to the sinful sounds coming from Minho's room.

Your moans sounded like heaven to Chan and he wondered what Minho was doing to you. How fast and hard was he pounding into you. How greedy and soaked is your cunt. Chans mind ran away with thoughts, thoughts that you shouldn't about your best friends girlfriend.

Chans cock pulsated, his tip angry and leaking pre-cum. His hand quickened, rotating his wrist. He thrusted his own hips into his hand, low moans escaping his mouth, your delicious moans ringing in his ears. His thighs tensed as his cock throbbed and before he knew it, he was shooting thick ropes of cum onto his own t-shirt.

once his mind was clear, it dawned on him what he had just done. He discarded his t-shirt and focused on getting to work, trying to forget what he just did.

However, whenever he saw you, memories of what he did comes flooding back to him and it only intrigued him more.

You was currently sat on the sofa, dressed in panties and one of Minho's t-shirts. You was having a lazy day and didn't feel the need to dress up completely, plus the members have walked in on you and Minho so many times, that it didn't matter whether you was clothed or not. You was awaiting his return as he went to get some bottles of water and sweets. You yawned, stretching and flicking through the tv channels.

Chan came out off his room, rubbing his eyes from staring at his laptop screen for too long. You looked up, smiling sweetly to him. He plopped himself down beside, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Hey, (Y/N)

"hi channie! you finished work?"

"Ugh, no." Chan sighed, rubbing his eyes again. you hummed softly. "there is still so much to do. mixing the track, fixing vocals then send it to Jisung and Changbin to see if anything needs a fix."

"Seems like hard work, i don't know how you manage Channie." Chan laughed softly and shrugged.

"I've been doing this shit for years, I'm use to the sleepless nights." You furrowed your brows, looking at him.

"You shouldn't be use to it Chan! you have to take care of yourself!" Chan looked at you and smiled softly.

"hey, don't worry about little one, I'm fine. i promise." you blushed as he ruffled your hair, laughing. You heard a scoff. Minho had arrived home, bags in one hand, his brow raised as he watched you and Chan.

"Minho.. you're home." Chan removed his hand. Minho placed the bags down on the kitchen counter. The air suddenly became thick, suffocating you. You felt tense as did chan. A simple "Mhm" came from the mans mouth as he got to work putting the shopping away.

"I didn't expect you to be home so soon." you exclaimed, watching him put the shopping away, his back to you.

"Why? Did i interrupt the flirting that was happening between the two of you?" Minho's voice was scarily calm. That terrified you. You knew you Minho wasn't happy about what he just saw. It was only just a matter of time. You swallowed as Chan blinked.

"It wasn't like that! I was telling Chan that he should he looking after himself because he's been working a lot lately." Your voice went quiet as Minho approached you. He smirked, bending over and grabbing your cheeks roughly in his hand, squeezing them together to form a pout.

A whimper left your lips, Chans eyes widen at his friends sudden action. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you looked Minho in the eyes. His eyes dark with mischief. He wanted to let Chan know who you belonged to, who owned you. How dare he touch you.

"Did you like it, kitten? having another mans hands on you? did it feel good?" You let out a pathetic whimper, your body shivered at Minho's words. Chan placed his hand on Minho's arm.

"C'mon, min. It was nothing like that." Minho gave his friend the side eyes, smirking before looking at you.

"Look at him. He's even defending you. How sweet." Minho cooed mockingly before letting go of your cheeks. You swallowed, watching him walk to a separate single chair. He sat, spreading his legs as he lent back. Your gaze travelled down his body to his jean covered thighs.

Minho laughed, your obvious gaze didn't go unnoticed. He purposefully stroked his thighs, his hands gliding up and down. You watched with eager eyes, heat rushing all over your body.

Minho pointed to his feet without speaking. You stood, getting on your hands and knees and crawling to him on all fours. Minho scoffed at your pathetic actions, as you knelt by his feet, hands placed on your lap.

"So pathetic. Always at my beck and call." You pressed your lips in a thin line, his words running through your body to your core. "Like a dog to its master." He smirked.

"Just a shame i had to find you flirting with another man!" You opened your mouth to speak, closing it instantly once Minho shot you a look. "i know! why don't we put a show on for him!"

Your eyes widened as did Chans. You looked over your shoulder at him to see his cheeks turning pink. He stood up, ready to excuse himself before Minho stopped him.

"I'll leave you to it then." Chan said, flustered.

"No. please stay, chan. i know you will enjoy this very much."

"Huh?" Minho picked you up by your wrist, placing you on his lap, back against his chest, as he spread your legs spread wide open, giving Chan the perfect view of your clothed pussy.

You whimpered, looking at chan. Chan tried, he really tried to avert his gaze but he couldn't. He could see the small wet patch forming on your panties, slowly spreading as your pussy slowly got wet. Chan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, watching Minho.

His fingers danced across your skin, disappearing under the material of his t-shirt. his touch felt like fire on your skin. His fingers approached your nipples, flicking and pinching them. Your body jerked as he squeezed the bud between his fingers.

"I hear you Chan, I also see you. I know what you do when i fuck my cute, lil kitten here." Chans body tensed. Has he been caught? does he play dumb and act like he doesn't know what minho mean?

"I hear you groaning and moaning. You listen to me and (Y/N) fuck whilst jerking off. Is it her moans? do they turn you on?" Minho squeezed your breast roughly, a moan falling past your lips. Chan closed his eyes tightly, hands clasped over his crotch to hide his growing boner.

"aw look kitten. You're turning Chan on with your pathetic moans. You really are a slut, aren't you?"

"N-No. I'm not." You whimpered, Minho's warm and wet tongue darting out, making contact with the skin on your neck. You shifted on his lap, his fingers removing themselves and slowly travelling down south. His free hand making it’s way up to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around the side, squeezing. You moaned, feeling dazed at the action. 

His lips kissed, sucked and bit your delicate skin, marks forming. This is Minho’s way of showing everyone who you belong too and that no one, gets to touch you without his permission. Minho’s jealousy goes as far as no one should even be breathing the same air as you.

Minho’s fingers came into contact with your clothed clit, his fingertips ghosting over it. He feathered small and slow circles around it, your hips bucking on their own, your head landing on his shoulder as it tilted to the side. The pressure around your neck tightened.

"Minho, please.." You choked out. He smirked against your skin.

"Poor poor kitten. I've barely touched you and look at you, begging and whimpered for my touch. So pathetic yet so amusing." He sneered. You bit your bottom lip hard, his words ran straight through your body.

He pressed his fingers against your cloth clit, moving them in agonising slow circles. You groaned, your hooded eyes locking onto chan. He had sat back down and was watching you both. He doesn't know why he did, but he couldn't explain it. He wanted to hear your delicious moans, see the effect Minho has on your body. 

You squirmed on Minho's lap, your ass grinding against his cock. He let out a low growl, applying pressure to your clit.

"M-Minho.."

"What do you want, kitten?" He let go of your neck, faint red marks in the shape of his fingers forming. 

"K-Kiss. i wanna kiss please." You begged. Minho laughed before tilting your head to the side and colliding his lips against yours. The kiss was messy and sloppy. Teeth collided with each other, tongues and spit mixing as Minho swallowed ever moan and whimper that left your mouth.

You wanted more, you need more. Chan was watching the two of you which excited you even more. You wondered what Minho had in mind. There is no way he would allow someone else to sit and watch you both unless he had an idea. He’s just too possessive over you, but , whatever it was, you was up for it.

Minho moved your panties to the side, Chan audibly swallowing at sight of your soaked core. The cold air hitting your cunt caused you to hiss against Minho's mouth. His skilful fingers ran up and down your slit, the sound of wetness echoing in the room as his fingers got slick.

Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing, begging for something to enter. You didnt think you would get this turned on with someone else watching you, but you did. Minho circled your entrance with his slick fingers before inserting his index finger inside. His finger was knuckle deep as you walls contracted around his fingers.

He slowly moved his fingers, your walls stroking them. You let out sinful whimpers against Minho’s lips, shuffling on his lap. His middle finger soon joined his index and he curled them inside you, stroking your insides and hitting your sweet spot that made you see stars. Moans in the form of Minho's name fell out off your mouth in the most desperate way

Minho pulled away from your lips as he pulled his fingers out slowly, lifting them up to your lips.

"Be a good girl and suck them clean." You opened your mouth slowly, grabbing his wrist. Minho put his two fingers in your mouth, your lips instantly wrapping around the digits. You hummed as the taste of yourself coated your tongue. You looked Minho in the eyes, tongue swirling around his digits.

He groaned, watching you suck his fingers dry. praises left the mans lips, encouraging you.

"Such a pretty thing." he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. He pulled his fingers out off your mouth, his eyes glancing towards chan who was uncontrollably hard and palming at his clothed boner.

"Why don't you make him feel good, kitten. Put that whore mouth to good use?" Minho’s thumb stroked your bottom lip as he spoke. You nodded, licking you lips before shuffling off Minho's lap and kneeling in between Chans open legs.

Chan looked at you then at Minho, flustered. "Are you sure? She's your girl, dude."

"Oh, I'm sure Chan, don't worry." Chan nodded slowly, his gaze resuming on you. Your cheeks are pink, lips swollen, eyes glossy with want and desire.

"Channie, let me take care of that" You said sweetly, looking at his painful boner. You grabbed his waistband, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankle, his cock springing free.

You swallowed at the size and girth. It looked delicious, mouth watering. His vein protruding on the side, his tip red and glistening with pre-cum. You whined, shuffling closer to him on your knees, his hot skin making contact with your lips. Chans hips bucked up, hissing at the gentle contact.

you grabbed the base, stroking up and down slowly. You made eye contact with him as you spat on his tip, a string of saliva leaving your lips and landing on his tip. Your saliva sliding down the sides before you used it to rub him.

Chan stroked your cheek gently, watching your every move. you planted a delicate kiss on his tip, making your way to his vein, licking a long and wet strip alongside it. Your tongue made its way up to his tip, licking and sucking gently. the salty pre-cum coating your taste buds.

"Fuck." Chan groaned. You hummed before taking his tip in your mouth, lowering your head until a little over half of him was encapsulated in your hot mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, starting at a steady pace. You hollowed out your cheeks, tongue flat as Chan groaned and whimpered.

You soon grew more confident, so you lowered your head further down, until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You paused, swallowing around him, your throat clenching. Delicious groans fell past the mans lips, running straight to your core, causing you to clench your thighs together and rub to cause some type of friction

Chan grabbed a handful of your hair by your scalp. "Im sorry." You looked at him through your lashes, confused. Chan suddenly thrusted down your throat, your eyes widening before squeezing shut. Chans thrusts were powerful, your gag reflex activating over and over again. Tears falling down your cheeks as saliva fell past your lips and coated your chin.

You let out whimpers as Chan continued to thrust down your throat, his grip on your hair tightening. Your throat soon became sore and tender and you was struggling to breath, but you liked that. you loved being used like this. It was fun and exciting to and it turned you on immensely.

Chan pulled you out off his mouth by your hair, your chin coated in saliva and cheeks tear stained. His cock was pulsating and glistening in your saliva. You whimpered at the lost, wanting nothing more that to feel stuffed to the brim with cock. You're greedy when it comes to cock, it drives your senses into overdrive.

Minho stood up and walked to you, kneeling down and wiping your chin with his thumb. He smirked, proud of the performance you put on.

'Good girl. You're such a good girl for us that you deserve a treat, kitten." You eyes lightened up as Minho stood up. "Strip and lay on the couch."

You nodded, rising to your feet at speed. Chan removed himself from the couch to give you room. You stripped yourself of all clothing, suddenly feeling shy as two sets of eyes are on you, eyes darting from your plump breasts to your soaked cunt and swollen clit.

You lay on the sofa, head resting on the arm. Minho rested between your legs, his eyes looking up at you as you swallowed. He took a deep breath in, breathing in your scent and groaned. He hooked your legs over the bend in his arm, pulling you slightly closer to his face.

"You're so wet, kitten. Did you get like this just from sucking off Chan?" You nodded fast, whimpering. Minho tutted before speaking "Of course you did. You are a desperate whore who would do anything to have her greedy holes stuffed to the brim with cock."

You groaned at his words. Minho wasted no time in licking a long strip from your entrance to your clit. Your juices coating his tongue, causing him to hum. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, your hips bucking against his face. Minho licked and sucked you clit, pleasure coursing through your veins. He nibbled lightly, making you moan out.

He left your clit to lick your entrance, his tongue darting in and out. You bucked your hips, the tip of his nose hitting and rubbing your clit. Minho's name fell past your lips in delicious moans.

Chan walked towards you, standing by your head, his cock hovering over your lips. You looked up and him before opening your mouth wide. Chan inserted his cock in your mouth, your lips closing around him instantly. Chan took the chance and thrusted down your throat again.

You continued to ride Minho's face, your juices coating his chin and lips. You moaned against Chans cock, the vibrations making him groan. He reached down and grabbed a breast in his hand, squeezing it whilst Minho grabbed the other one, squeezing and flicking your nipple.

You was one cloud 9. Pleasure consuming your mind and body, clouding your mind. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, spilling down the side of your face as saliva pooled and spilt from the corners of your lips.

Your thighs began to tremble and tense, your bucking becoming sloppy and desperate. The knot in the pit of your stomach tightening. Minho knew you what was happening and continued to lick, suck and nibble on your cunt.

You pulled away from chan, grabbing a fistful of Minho's hair as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your orgasm hit you hard, you saw stars as your body tensed and shook, juices falling out off you and coating Minho's face. You panted as Minho pulled away, smirking and pleased with work. Chan watched in awe.

"Woah." Was all Chan could say. Minho rubbed your sensitive clit fast, your legs trembling more as your body convulsed.

"W-Wait, Minho, wait!" You tried to push his hand away from your sensitive clit but he pinned your hands above your head in one swift movement.

"Its okay kitten, you can do it." You whimpered, tears filling your eyes once again as you looked up at Minho. Your body grew hot, sweat coating your skin. Your legs trembled and threatened to close and Minho continued to rub your sensitive bud fast.

You felt the knot form in seconds. you gripped onto Minho's wrists, your nails digging into his skin harshly causing him to hiss in pain. Your back arched violently off the couch, your body trembling as you panted hard. Your juices spilling out and down your ass and onto the couch.

Minho removed his hand as you whimpered, clinging onto his t-shirt. He stroked your hair soothingly, hushing you and calming you down. your breathing became normal as you looked at minho

"Good girl, you did so well."

"Minho.." You whispered.

"Mhm?"

"Its not enough. i need more! please Minho." You begged causing him to chuckle.

"Well seeing as you did so well, how's about chan fucks you first and then me?" You nodded fast, the thought of being filled up with cock made you wetter. "Only if chan wants to though."

You both looked at the eldest man. His gaze fixated on what just happened, his mind failing to process it all. He was lazily stroking his cock, glancing at your sweaty body and fucked out face.

"Please channie. Please fill me up with your cock. i want to feel it deep inside me." You whined, giving your best doll eyes at him. Chan swallowed as he listened to your words before stripping completely.

You grinned as you watched him get in position, minho sitting on the separate chair to watch, stripping himself off his clothes.

"Is no protection okay?" Chan asked as he grabbed your thighs, opening them wide. You nodded before looking over at Minho.

"It is, isn't it Minho? Its okay if Channie fucks me raw right?" Minho nodded and hummed, giving his friend permission to fuck you however he liked.

"We all know you want to be fucked raw, kitten. You're greedy like that." You grinned at your boyfriend before your attention was turned to Chan who was lining himself up to your entrance.

"Ready?" you nodded.

"just stick it in me already! i want that fat cock in my greedy pussy, channie!" You whined. Chan groaned, slowly pushing himself inside you tight and wet pussy. You hissed at the stretch, the burn coursing through your body.

"Fuck – so tight!" Chan wasted no time and began to thrust fast and hard. Your eyes widen as silent moans left your mouth. Your pussy clenched around his cock, your velvety walls embracing and welcoming him. Your warmth encapsulated him and with each pull back, his cock became wetter and wetter with your juices.

You soon became got use to his size, pain turned to pleasure as sinful moans left your body. Chans hands gripped your thighs tight, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers on your delicate skin.

Your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, your pussy welcoming him ever time he pushed back in. You gripped onto Chans biceps, smirking in pure bliss.

"So good Chan. You fuck me so well. Keep going!" Groans mixed in with your moans as beads of sweat fell down Chan's temples, his eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts. Your hair was sticking to your forehead as your mouth hung open.

Pleasure was all you could feel and think about. your mind clouded and the ability to form sentences disappeared. You wrapped your legs around Chans waist, pulling him closer and deeper inside.

"Wait, i feel like I could cum." He groaned, his movements becoming sloppy.

"Its okay, let go. fill me up Channie." Chan lost it. His movements halted as his cock throbbed inside of you, emptying himself inside you, coating your walls. You loosened your grip on his legs as he pulled out, tugging his cock and emptying the rest on your chest and stomach

You hummed at the feeling, hot ropes of cum landing on your skin. You watched Minho wall towards you and smirking. He stroked your hair as Chan grunted, riding his high before stepping to the side, taking Minhos place on the separate chair.

"You better be ready, kitten. I'm not holding back."

You mewled at his words, watching him take Chans place between your legs. He gripped your hips and pushed himself deep inside you, Chans cum coating his own cock. Minho bottomed out in you, thrusting fast and powerful inside you as his skin hit your thighs, balls smacking against your ass.

Your back arched off the sofa, loud whimpers left your lips. You gripped Minho's forearms, nails digging into his skin. All it took was one realignment and he was hitting your sweet spot. You felt the tip of his cock in the pit of your stomach.

You couldn't handle it. it was so much pleasure all at once. Your pussy was overstimulated, pleasure running through your veins, your mind focusing on Minho. Background sounds became a blur, your vision blurred as you panted, toes curling.

"Look at you. Look at that face, dirty and laced with pleasure. You've already been fucked dumb, yet here you are, taking my cock so well." Minho tutted, leaning forward and resting his arms on either side of your head.

You was trapped in his warmth, skin coated in sweat as beads of sweat fell down his temples. His hair sticking to his forehead. "Yours such a dirty cum slut, aren't you, kitten?"

You nodded fast, mind not processing what Minho was saying. You just felt so good – too good.

"Good. Minho, so good." Minho hummed, stroking your swollen bottom lip with his thumb.

"Open, kitten." you opened your mouth. Minho spat in your mouth, a string of saliva landing on your tongue, coating it and mixing with your own saliva. "Swallow."

Minho watched you close your mouth and swallow. He hummed in satisfaction. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Are you mine, kitten?" You hummed and nodded once again.

"I cant hear you. Who do you belong to?"

"You! i belong to you Minho! i always have and i always will" You cried out. Minho hummed and smirked standing tall. His thrusts became more powerful. His hand coming to the pit of your stomach and pressing down, feeling his cock bulge against it. he grabbed you hand and did the same thing.

"You feel that? that's how deep i am inside you right now and soon, i will be filling you to the brim with my cum that it'll all spill out off you."

You whined at his words, pussy clenching around Minho. He grunted a few times as the knot formed for the third time that night.

"Minho – Cum." You managed to say.

"Cum kitten. Cum around my cock." The knot snapped as you squeezed your eyes shut. You saw stars as your orgasm took over your body. Your juices coating Minho's cock and lower half of his stomach as you let out loud whines and whimpers, body trembling.

Minho paused his movements, stroking your hair and hushing you to help calm you down. Your breathing resumed back to its normal state.

"You okay?" You nodded, slowly. The events of tonight slowly catching up to your body. "Im sorry kitten, but, just hang on, okay."

Minho resumed his powerful thrusts as you whined and whimpered loudly. Your pussy was oversensitive, the pleasure beginning to hurt. A few more thrusts and grunts and Minho soon filled you to the brim with his cum. His and Chan's cum mixing together inside you.

He pulled out once calm. You shivered as you felt it tricking out off you but you was too tired to care. Minho stroked your cheek gently, his soft and loving side showing.

"You okay? Was it too much?" He voice laced with worry. You laughed the best you could.

"No Minho. It was perfect." You closed your eyes. Your muscles felt tired, your mind exhausted as your throat and mouth were dry and sore. Chan rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water. He handed it to minho who opened it and gently lifted your head, supporting the back of it with his hand. He brung the bottle to your lips, tilting it slightly. The cold water coated your tongue and throat.

"You did well, baby."

"Im so tired, minho." You whispered.

"I know baby, i know, but we have to get you cleaned up. Then we can cuddle, watch some anime and order some takeout. jajangmyeon and fried chicken sound good?"

"That sounds perfect Minho." Your stomach growling at the thought of eating fried chicken and jajangmyeon. Your mouth practically watering.

"I'll fill the bath up for you, (Y/N)" Chan said, walking off toward the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks, looking at you "I didn't hurt you did i? i wasn't too rough, i hope. If I was, I'm sorry."

You chuckled, reassuring Chan that he didn't hurt you and that you enjoyed it – a lot. Your attention was turned to Minho when Chan disappeared into the bathroom

"Was you really jealous when you came home?"

Minho looked at you before answering. "I was a little, but i realised i have nothing to be jealous off." He wiped Chans cum off your breasts and stomach with his t-shirt as he spoke "but it was fun, i had a lot of fun and i hope you did too, kitten."

You hummed. "I did Minho. I enjoyed it a lot more than what i thought i would. It was exciting but now, I'm kinda hungry and sore so, takeout and chill sounds nice."

Minho laughed and agreed with you as Chan popped his head around the corner, claiming the bath was ready. Minho stood and picked you up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. You looked at Chan and winked as you passed him.

"You should join us more often, Channie."

#skz #stray kids #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #skz smut #lee know #lee minho #lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #skz lee know #skz lee minho #skz minho #stray kids lee know #stray kids lee minho #stray kids minho #bang chan #chan #skz chan #skz bang chan #chan smut #bang chan smut #stray kids bang chan #stray kids chan icons #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids smut

[1-49]

i just woke up. day ruined. fuck sm. no filter. they are stupid as fuck... what is you doinggg??? managed to fucking destroy one of the kpops best originally developed concepts, like people who were there from day one will only understand what i am talking about, also later empaths too only who thankfully get it... if anybody is able to support this yall just inhumane. after seeing seunghan at that ad i seriously need no more proof that this boy is an angel... sm out here just absolutely shuttering a dream. seeing it go down real time…how fucking disrespectful to an artist they groomed and promised into a stardom. not just promised he has invested years of his life to get to where he is... well was.. well still is...

this is not somebody who got it overnight! i literally still remember the day his photos got out and got introduced as a rookie. now it feels so long ago... which then so this includes all the effort after, plus all his effort prior!!! he has sweated his ass for shit like it makes me mad how they treated, and are still treating this case. i lovee riize, i love the boys, nothing against them it’s the only group in years i stay in such a close lock with... full heart... but sm is making this so hard for me, and so many others ik, which is why people been getting the gist and started boycotting.

ik we say anyone is free not to boycott, and vice versa, but i only hope that those who don’t, will start to take this more seriously... but then again as ive said it previously, this is where we all getting... forgetting him & erasing him gradually while new people keep getting in, which is completely fine, but please learn the fucking room first is all im asking. cos there’s bunch of people on twitter who straight up don’t care about him, and it’s more and more of them every day, i just know these are people who are heartless and don’t perceive and necessary fuck with logic... all that aside, i completely understand those who are feeling down. sm is unnerving and putting my emotions in a strange place while all i want to do is enjoy riize.

but trust the person i am, i cannot do this. it doesn’t let me. i just cannot support. i can’t watch somebody being treated in such a manner. seunghan is not even my bias and he shouldn’t be for anybody for anybody to start perceiving and adopting a personal and emotional angle, & ultimately start to sympathise with his case. worse as this is sm’s yet another ‘thought out’ strategical move, in their series of bad fucking executed ones, where their drive away their artists. cos they sit down for this.. they consider it. and they still pull out their worst move

another one into playing w fans’ feelings and deploying such a stupid money-milking scheme. ik it’s part of a bigger plan… either yes, they don’t bring him.. or they bring him later for a bigger boom moment, which again profits them, but as i said mostly toys with fans and artist’s nerves and feelings, and at worst their mental state. the more they push the more his people will still be around to see his comeback.. and the more money they still get out of these in the meantime. regardless, i no longer think seunghan is enjoying the course of things... this is against him, and nobody can’t convince me otherwise. with all said, idk what else i can add... it’s been months, and currently, it’s been the hardest to enjoy anything riize with all this in mind… sm’s way of getting us... is just so evil.  

#riize #seunghan! #sry this the only place i can go on a full rant

[cumulo-stratus]

01- Lover

pairing- Spencer Reid x Male!reader summary- slow burn story of how spencer reid fell in love with Y/n L/n warnings- profanities, some arguing, lemme know if theres anything else! wc- 2k

a/n- Guys!! im so excited about this idea, orginally it was going to be short blurbs for each time all in one fic but i got carried away and its turned into a series now. And i know im still a little behind on Flufftober ficus but i needed to take a break from writing things to fit a prompt, i was feeling kinda creatively burnt out from it so i just wanted to write something off the top of my head and the song came on my headphones and then i blacked out and here we are lmao, hope you like it! (P.S. so much credit to @avis-writeshq for the inspo around some of it , totally a great writer and you should totally go check them out!)

Notes: (E/C) = Eye color | (H/T) = hair type (curly, wavy, thick, thin etc.)

part 1//part 2

spencer stepped onto the same train he took every morning; the green line for 5 stops, and the red line for 1 after that. Spencer prefers his first leg of the journey though- but thats only because of The Boy. Who’s The Boy, you ask? Well, The Boy is a man on the train, and this man on the train spencer had seen everyday for last 6 months. everyday, 1 stop after spencer gets on The Boy would get on. He would sit in the same seat near the back, put his olive green backpack between his legs, and put his headphones in his ears. he would sit, one leg crossed over the other and read anything from Poe to Austen.

Spencer always stared, now to be fair The Boy was very naturally handsome. He had striking (E/C) eyes, and (H/T) hair. His style often resembled spencers, slacks and button ups with cardigans and sweater vests, The Boy tended to lean towards more bright colors ad fun patterns then spencer.

Today, spencer noticed he had started a new book; A Collected Works of Edgar Allen Poe. Yesterday he had been reading a book on the history of witch craft, spencer thought it went well with the the witch hats and black cats on his knitted sweater, very fitting for October he may add.

And once again spencer was staring (nothing out of the ordinary) but today The Boy looked up at just the right time and caught spencer in the act. He immediately looked down, blushing profusely. But if he had looked back for another second spencer wouldve seen The boys sly smirk, and the slight tinge of warmth on his cheeks. Spencer decided the best possible course of action was to pretend nothing had happened and bury his silent admiration of the mystery boy on the train. But that plan was thrown completely out the window when The mystery boy got up from his seat, picked up his bag and plopped down next to spencer in an open plastic seat. Because little did spencer know but The Boy had done his own fair share of staring at spencer from afar, admiring his natural beauty and book choice. He had been toying with the notion of finally approaching this mystery man, and this was the final push he needed to approach spencer.

“so, you like Poes works?”

spencer looked up to find The Boy looking at him expectedly with a friendly smile. The same boy he had fantasized over for almost 6 months but never even thought of approaching, had just walked up to him and started a conversation.

spencers mind was reeling, to say the least.

but he still managed to squeak out “Yes, he’s one of my favorites” But add in a dash of stuttering and blushing. What can i say? It was an awkward interaction for and awkward guy. But this didnt deter The Boy, who then lit up at spencers words (which also caught spencer off guard and left him reeling for a moment) and said “Me too! but my favorite has to be ‘Annabel Lee’, everyone thinks its the documentation of a man going insane over his obsession with a girl named Annabel Lee. But i personally think its just a guy who’s madly in love, and people are a little jealous of the pure, intense type of love that Poe was writing about..” The boy looked down and blushed, trailing off. spencer looked at him confused and with a surge of confidence said “what-?” with confusion. The boy looked back up, almost surprised at spencers words, at spencers encouragement. This said encouragement gave him the confidence needed to say “im sorry, i realized i was rambling to a stranger on the train and i didnt even introduce myself; Im dr. Y/n L/n, whats your name? Spencer chuckled to himself at how who he now knew as Y/n, managed to say so many words in so little time. “I also have a habit of talking too fast when im nervous, sorry about that” Y/n added, taking care to speak at a slower pace. Spencer didnt mind it and was mostly focused on the fact that Y/n was nervous, did spencer make Y/n nervous? but he wasnt caught up in his thoughts for too long and remembered to respond to Y/ns question “its okay, i ramble a lot too, i dont mind. And im spencer. Dr. Spencer reid-“ spencer cut himself off to finally look at y/n before continuing- “but im not a medical doctor, I have doctorates in Math, Chemistry and Engineering.”

Y/n had an almost proud smile on his face, And said “wow, smart cookie!” his tone was joking of course but spencer still blushed profusely, despite his many attempts to stop it. Y/n continued, not noticing spencers flushed state, much to spencer’s relief. “Im not a medical doctor either though, i have PHDs in both math and physics. I always thought i was above average, but ive been outdone!” Y/ns tone was joking as he said it.

They continued their introductory conversation for another couple minutes when Spencer, in an effort to keep the conversation going, had asked what Y/n was listening to.

“im listening to Ours, by taylor swift, and im not a swiftie, im a taylor swift enjoyer.” Y/n said with a definitive tone. But spencer only looked at Y/n with confusion written across his features. “Whats a- swiftie…?” spencer asked. Y/ns faced seemed to almost drain of color at this statement. “Whats a swiftie?!” his tone was incredulous, as if spencer had committed some heinous act, which he was pretty sure he hadn’t. “swifties are people who thoroughly enjoy the music of none other than the greatest pop musician of all time!” spencer was a little embarrassed, he didnt want to miss out on something Y/n enjoyed so he held his hand out and asked, “maybe i could listen to it with you, and learn about her music?” Y/n grinned at the idea, and handed spencer one of his airpods and restarted the song.

and so for the rest of their train ride, they listened Y/n’s taylor swift playlist. But After hearing Ours, it remained his favorite.

And so, for the next few weeks it continued on like this. Y/n would get on the train at spencers first stop, and B-line straight to the back of the train where spencer had saved a seat for him. And then they would sit and talk, about anything from literature, to art, to science. But one thing always remained; Taylor Swift. Everyday Y/n would have a new collection of song for him to listen to on his airpods as they talked. But Ours still remained his ever favorite, although Cardigan and Willow were close seconds.

Today, however, was different. Today, after much encouragement and much teasing, spencer was going to ask Y/n out. His team couldnt deal with anymore gushing about Y/n, the guy from the train.

spencer waited impatiently for Y/n to step onto the train at his stop. He almost missed and almost ran into at least 2 people on the way to his seat. Y/n plopped down into his seat breathlessly and started his normal routine of pulling out his airpods and queuing up the music. But he was stopped in his tracks, the airpod he was about to offer to spencer, when the latter blurted out “Hey would you maybe wanna go get coffee with me on Saturday afternoon at perfectos?” Spencer had spoken so fast Y/n barely caught it. But he was amazed at spencers attention to detail. Y/n had never even told him he liked perfectos cafe (he was of the firm belief that they made the best coffee in DC). He had just walked in with a cup of coffee from them almost everyday. It made his heart swell at the gesture, and his cheeks redden at spencers question.

that reminded Y/n to answer, instead of just sitting there wide eyed like a deer in headlights. And said; “i’d love that spencer, thank you”

spencer had been so caught up in his thoughts, and worries over the words that had just spilled from his lips moments ago that he was caught off guard at Y/n’s positive response. They both beefed at each other like children for the rest of the ride until Y/n got off, and not even when spencer arrived for work could he wipe the smile off his face, much to the delight of Morgan and JJ.

To Be Continued…

#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid series #cute #fluff #series #train ride #meet cute #taylor swift #swiftie #ours by taylor swift

[roe-and-memory]

MACK HEADCANONS PLZZZ

OF COURSE!!

mack is seriously one of my favourite side characters. i literally adore him SO much

- i think mack has like. 5 sisters. and hes the oldest and only boy of all of the siblings. this is a hc roe and i have had for a while, he just has such oldest brother of the family vibes but also like hes so gentle as if he grew up with sisters. i can imagine him, 17, the second oldest being somewhere around 11 or 12, and theyve convinced him to bake cupcakes with him. hes got his mothers pink apron on, hes doing all the work, while his sisters are hanging off of him and playing with their toys all over the kitchen floor. he couldnt bake for shit, but anything for his baby sisters

- adding onto above, i dont think he did too much in school. his mother worked two jobs and his father was away a lot on business trips, so he very willingly and very happily took care of his younger sisters 24/7. and im not saying his parents were neglectful - not at all. i think his parents worked hard to take them on trips and keep them afloat. the did family trips as many times a year as they had the chance to and their parents made sure the kids knew they were loved.

- AMAZING driver. hes been driving since he was young, and he can maneuver his hauler better than most other drivers. both his parents contributed to teaching him how to drive, and they both gave him their separate tips and tricks, so he is quite literally the collective bunch of his parents driving habits all in one.

- he left to work for rusteze as a truck driver when he was around 22/23, when the second oldest sibling was old enough to hold down the fort. a lot of his extra cash went to his family back home, but he stayed on the road.

- not too interested in relationships, he’s always been kind of held down and its nothing against his family but now he likes the freedom of home being on the road

- his truck (1985 mack superliner) was his grandfathers cab. he bought it brand new and never used it much, trucking ran in his family (even his father was a trucker before he met macks mother and settled down), so his grandfather gave him the cab for free as a gift one year and he’s used it and kept it in tip-top shape ever since

- lightning is like that little brother he never had. he found the kid at a truck stop, a distressed fifteen year old looking to get out of town (he was running away from home) and saved him from getting his shit rocked by some pissed off old guy because he’d asked for two dollars for chips and the guy took a personal offence to it. mack literally felt sick at the idea that this kid was out this far from the city alone. lightning had WALKED from henderson to vegas to see the race, and then just decided he wasnt going home. mack was so heartbroken because the thought of one of his sisters ever being in the situation that this kid is in right now made his stomach churn. the kid had begged to go with him, and mack felt so guilty he said yes. he initially tried to take the kid somewhere safe, like a home for kids or something, but lightning was quite content to stay, and it felt like having a little brother around and it was Different (mack checked the news every day for any missing child reports and Nobody reported lightning missing. it literally destroyed mack emotionally because How do u not report ur own child missing when he leaves and doesnt return.)

- his truck has bunk beds since its a sleeper cab and he let lightning decorate his bunk with posters and those glow in the dark stars and literally anything the kid wanted he could plaster on the walls and mack did not care. this also included a bunch of stickers, because oh Lord that boy is obsessed with little stickers

- mack had no idea how to bond with lightning considering he himself had grown up being forced to play barbies with his little sisters (they would try to make him be evil ken but then they’d get mad because he was too nice. he got to play as the dollhouse dog instead) whereas lightning grew up with Nothing. lightning didnt really know how to interact with toys without feeling ridiculous because he’d been conditioned to believe toys were for Babies. mack eventually gave up trying to guess what lightning liked and just took him to a toys r us, where lightning Immediately found a stuffed dinosaur he liked and got like 2 hot wheels cars and then proceeded to profusely apologize for wasting macks money on such stupid stuff. mack did not give af, as long as his little brother was happy he was ok

- he gave lightning his first ever hug. before that not a Single person had ever hugged that child and mack was so sad to learn it because how do parents go 15 years without ever hugging ur own flesh and blood

- he taught lightning how to drive in a field with the truck during break days, and realized the kid’s potential and signed him up for late model stock races after a bit of talking. rusty and dusty also took an interest in racing at this point, and allowed mack to carry the kids late model stock car in the truck (they figured out a way for him to get both product and the car in the truck, and conveniently every delivery was for the city lightnings next race was in)

- hes kept all of lightnings late model stock trophies, the kid was a real good winner even back then and he’s even got photos that photographers had taken of the wins when little 15 year old lightning mcqueen was standing on the roof of his car holding his trophy above his head with the biggest smile in the world plastered on his face (those wins were like the proudest big brother moments ever until he got into the piston cup)

- hes a MASSIVE harv hater but hes too nice to say it. when doc starts expressing his own dislike for harv, mack starts talking to him about it and they bond over the fact they hate that man so fucking much that they end up managing to get him fired

- during the piston cup off season he goes back to delivering product for rusteze

- even though lightnings older now he still sees him as a younger brother

i think this is it.. THANK U FOR THE ASK!!! i love talking about mack :3

#cars 2006 #cars fandom #lightning mcqueen #pixar cars #cars headcanons #memory’s headcanons #cars 3 (2017) #doc hudson #mack cars #like u cant tell me mack isnt older brother coded #theres no other dynamic #hes just so big brother its so sweet #him giving lightning his first ever hug makes me Violent like why did no one ever hug him before #my favourite siblings :(

[bloogers-boogers]

What do you think of the au concept of kyle having been raised in jersey? And maybe eric meeting him as kyle-b while running away or on one of his escapades

I have so many versions for Kyle b that it’s hard to go on a full rant about him hahaha. BUT, it this scenery jesus aaaaa im glad someone asked me about kyle being born and raised in jersey! It’s an interesting concept.

I genuinely could see Kyle being resentful about the jersey inside him (like his mother) however being stuck in jersey makes him have to maintain a facade by being around his peers and friends. I would like to hc that in this au it’s cousin kyle who lives in sp and Kyle’s the cousin that goes visits him when Sheila and Gerald have to be out somewhere for like a week. This is how kyle gets the opportunity to get out from jersey, a glimpse of “heaven” or “normality” for once.

Kyle is this hardcore, fighting, troublemaker on the outside. He keeps his image impeccable to prevent being seen as weak or being made fun of in any possible way. So unfortunately for him embracing his jersey is always his go to. However internally he’s genuinely sweet, caring and very opened minded. Of course duo to this he’s not the best in expressing himself truly, it comes natural in being a pretentious dick.

When he finally gets out from jersey he couldn’t bare get tired of breathing such clean air. It felt new, it felt fresh. A good change.

He studied his surroundings as if he had never once gotten out from jersey. Arriving to south park he immediately thought it was cabbage but it was better than to having to deal with all those other assholes at home. He arrived, greeted his aunt and told his cousin to fuck off before putting his suitcase in the guest room he was staying in.

He immediately goes outside and examine the whole neighborhood, deciding to walk around and see what else he could find.

And lord and behold! Guess who he sees outside in the front yard of a green house. A chubby guy with brown hair and one of the most flamboyant ass poses he ever seen.

He smirked and approaches him.

“This your neighborhood boy toy?”

“Excuse me?” In immense offensive Cartman turned around and look at the weirdly hot ginger, “you aren’t from here, I can immediately tell by that dumb southern accent you have.”

“Southern?” Kyle spat baffled, offended and annoyed by the obvious taunt. He’s not use to anyone talking to him like that, “have you heard yourself? Or do you have cabage in yor muff?”

“Your.” He corrected to Kyle’s added annoyance.

“You want to get beaten down huh? That’s what you want plump.”

“What did you just call me?”

Before anything more a mortified brunette with rounded glasses gets in between them and lifts his hands to block Kyle from getting anymore closer to Cartman.

“I see you met my cousin Kyle, Eric!”

“Thats your cousin?” Cartman made a face gesture of disgust analyzing him from head to toes, “he’s ginger.”

“Yeah, my aunt Sheila is ginger. Anyways he’s from jersey his kind is a little out of the radar,” the other Kyle tried explaining calmly.

“Ew. Of course he’s from fucking jersey. Not even surprised your family-“

Before he could even finish that sentence Kyle lounged at Cartman and drops him to the ground.

“Oh jesus!” He heard his cousin shout nervously.

And I don’t know, I picture from there Cartman starts finding it amusing to bother Kyle and he of course likes to tease him a lot. And Kyle can’t help but admit he thinks Cartman is kinda “cool” to hang out with. They share their experience, opinions and views on things. Kyle genuinely starts loving south park and sometimes wishes to be able to move there.

Also, he’s very possessive. I need to add this because he’s very possessive over Cartman. Like the few times he visits his cousin he has to fight nails and fists with his aunt and cousin over not trying to kidnap Eric. He wants to take him with him to jersey and own him like some puppy but theres that other side that feels jealousy over just the single thought of any of his friends or people there giving him the eye or dare try to mock him which gives him this angrily feeling of murder. So he tried his best to hold in his impulses.

He also finds it endearing when Eric tries teaching him some of his slangs and also way of speaking to blend more in with the folks in town. Tips on how to dress or to use lesser tan because he thought he looked more like an orange with some added red curls on top.

He also still fights Cartman and tries his best to at-least punch him on the face less than 10 times a day. He does it five for Cartman’s misfortune c:

Cartman is the only one genuinely not afraid of him the rest of the people in town including Cartman’s friends are unsettled or afraid of him.

I guess we could say this isn’t entirely an escape but Kyle does like to go out from jersey and disappears for like three days cause he can’t help himself going back to south park and crashing at his place. His parents kinda fear that would happen the moment they let him out ONCE from jersey because that’s how Sheila would get too. So they wouldn’t say a word to him every time he got back home.

And that’s all I could think of for the moment, hopefully u like this! And sorry for the late reply been busy days lately 🙏🙏 love you!❤️

#asks♡