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weemssapphic · 1 year

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hi :) I just wanted to say I love your writing so much I always come back to your stories. I was wondering if I could request a super soft smut between Larissa and virgin f!reader? I just love soft Larissa sm <3

hey there! thank you for the compliment, and the request! 🥰 it's here, finally <3 i had so much fun writing something super sweet and domestic for once, soft!larissa is my favorite! ao3 link is in the title <3

I Wanna Be Yours

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~3k

warnings/content: nsfw, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering (larissa receiving), loss of virginity (virgin!reader), fluff, brief mention of alcohol

“What movie are we watching tonight?” Your eyes flicked eagerly to the television as you settled on Larissa’s couch, tucking your legs underneath you. Larissa padded into the living room, carrying two wine glasses, a bottle of her favorite red tucked under her arm.

She was barefoot, face devoid of makeup, hair down from its usual elaborate updo and cascading over her shoulders. It was rare to see the woman like this - as her girlfriend, you thought you might be the only person privy to this side of her, and the thought filled you with a smug sort of pride.

“Whatever you want to watch, darling.” Larissa poured two generous glasses of wine and handed you the remote, sitting back on the couch and opening her arms to you. You wasted no time in crawling towards her, leaning back into her embrace and sighing as her arms snaked their way around your waist.

Twisting in her grip, you grinned up at her. “Notting Hill?”

Larissa rolled her eyes, unable to stop her lips from curling up at the outer corners. “Again?”

“Come on, please?” You gave your girlfriend your best pout, though you knew it wouldn’t even take that. She huffed in faux-annoyance and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Fine, but I get to pick the movie next week.”

“Deal.” You fiddled with the remote until the opening credits started playing, then fetched both glasses of wine from the table.

It was a little ritual of yours that you’d started soon into your relationship; movie nights every Friday. Larissa often worked late during the week, but she made sure to free up her weekends so she could spend as much time with you as possible.

Larissa let out a soft moan as her first sip of wine passed her lips, the sound shooting straight to your core. Two months since you’d gone official with Larissa you hadn’t had sex yet. It’s not that you hadn’t thought about it. No, you’d thought about it almost every day. How could you not? Simply the sight of your girlfriend made your mouth water. The sway of her hips when she left a room, those smooth milky white thighs. You’d imagined what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your head as you lapped eagerly at her core, wondering how she would taste on your tongue.

You’d never actually gotten that far with anyone though, you were still a virgin - and the thought of somehow fucking up, of letting Larissa down, absolutely terrified you. And by some miracle, Larissa was more than understanding. She never pushed you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, she always checked in on you, and she let you take the lead. Most importantly, she hadn’t gone running for the hills when you’d broken the news. “You, my darling, are worth waiting for,” she’d said, eyes shining, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

Larissa was making it increasingly hard for you to keep your composure, however. Tonight, she’d already changed into her nightwear - a short, lavender matching set, the bottoms of which were riding up from her position on the couch, exposing the soft skin of her upper thighs. It rubbed up against your own bare leg, setting your skin ablaze.

You peeked over your shoulder at Larissa, mesmerized as her tongue darted over her lips to swipe absently at a stray drop of wine. The action caused your breath to hitch in your chest, a sound that didn’t go unnoticed by your girlfriend.

“Darling, are you alright?” Her brows furrowed in concern as you stared at her, hunger evident in your gaze. She plucked your wine glass from your hand, setting both glasses on the coffee table and cupping your cheek, running a soothing thumb along your jaw.

You twisted around and straddled Larissa’s lap, tangling your hands in her hair as you pressed your lips to hers in a sloppy kiss. Larissa chuckled into your mouth at the desperation behind the kiss. She slid her tongue against yours, her hands coming to rest on your waist as she pulled you closer.

You felt hot all over as a flame blazed behind your navel, extending outward. The ache in your core was unbearable. You were starting to grow wet, leaking into your panties, and your clit was throbbing but you had no way to relieve yourself. Desperately, you began to roll your hips against Larissa’s, searching blindly for some sort of friction.

“Mmm… slow down, love,” Larissa sounded slightly out of breath. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” It was meant as a lighthearted jest; your virginity had become sort of a running joke between the two of you at times.

This time, though, you doubled down, crashing your lips needily into Larissa’s and shifting so you could grind your pelvis on her thigh, earning a wanton moan from the blonde as she felt your warmth through the fabric of your shorts. “Don’t wanna slow down,” you mumbled.

Larissa’s eyes widened and she brought her hands to your hips, forcefully stilling your movements. “Look at me,” she commanded, voice soft but firm. You met her gaze, shocked by the unadulterated lust that swirled in blown pupils. “Tell me what you want. I need you to say it.”

“You. I want you, Larissa. Take me to bed?”

“You’re ready?” The excitement was evident in her voice and Larissa’s eyes darted between yours as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, as if afraid she had misheard you.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Larissa was all over you in a second, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. She pushed you off her lap so she could stand, pulling you up with her and guiding you towards the bedroom with her hands on your hips, lips never leaving your skin.

Larissa’s hands dipped below the hem of your tank top, pushing the fabric up until your breasts were exposed. She lowered her head and flicked her warm tongue over your nipple, the sensation drawing a moan from your chest.

She began to suck your nipple into a hard peak, kneading your other breast in her hand before switching sides. She slipped the tank top up over your head and dropped it to the floor, then began kissing reverently down your torso until she reached the waistband of your shorts.

“May I take these off?” Larissa gazed up at you through her lashes and your stomach fluttered.

“Please.” You bit your lip as your girlfriend pulled your shorts down your legs, then focused her attention on your panty-clad sex. She pressed a kiss to your mound through your panties, moaning at the scent of your arousal.

You bucked your hips towards her instinctively, your hands coming to rest in her hair, pushing her closer to your center. Larissa hooked her fingers around the waistband of your panties, shooting you a questioning gaze to which you responded with an affirming nod, before pulling those down your legs, too.

“Now I’m completely naked and you’re not,” you pouted playfully, self-consciously crossing your arms across your chest.

Larissa laughed, tossing her head back, platinum curls going everywhere. She stood to her full height, towering over you as she rid herself of her clothing. Your breath hitched in your chest as you drank in the stunning form of your girlfriend, bare before you.

You’d caught glimpses of her before, getting changed for work in the mornings when you’d slept over - padding around the apartment in her bra in search of her earrings, or asking you for help with the zipper of her dress - but nothing could have prepared you for this. For the perfect swell of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened against the chill in the air, the curve of her hips, the pale expanse of soft thighs.

She smiled knowingly as she watched your eyes rove hungrily over her form, encircling her arms around your waist and pulling you in for a soft, loving kiss, your bare skin pressing against hers. Electricity seemed to tingle on the surface of your skin, your entire body buzzing restlessly.

“Is this better?” Larissa murmured against your lips, and you sighed, nodding and deepening the kiss. Larissa seemed to pick up on your urgency and guided you onto your back, hovering over you and pulling up to look down at you.

“Are you sure about this?” Her eyes searched yours for confirmation, for any sign of hesitance, finding only desire in your widened pupils.

“Absolutely. I’m ready, Riss, and I’m yours. I want you to be my first.” You wanted there to be no doubt in Larissa’s mind that you wanted this just as much as she did, despite your nerves.

Larissa cupped your cheek affectionately, pressing an adoring kiss to your lips. “Then tell me what you want, my love. Shall I start with my fingers or my mouth?”

You could already feel your cheeks warm at Larissa’s words - or rather, the prospect of having to verbalize your desires. “Can you use your mouth?”

Larissa shot you a wicked grin as she brought her lips to the column of your throat and began to place open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin that she could reach on her way down, hands squeezing your breasts. She rolled and pinched your nipples between her fingers, eliciting a whine from your throat.

Her lips made their way down your stomach, biting and sucking, her tongue soothing over the little red and purple marks that she left. With every nip at your sensitive flesh, you could feel yourself getting wetter, a trail of goosebumps being left behind in Larissa’s wake. Finally, she settled between your thighs, parting them with her hands.

“Darling, you’re so wet for me,” Larissa’s voice was low and sultry, dripping with lust. And she was right, your cunt was already drenched and she hadn’t even touched you yet.

Larissa hooked her arms around your thighs, allowing you to rest your legs on her shoulders, and dragged you closer to her, so that she could bury her face in your cunt.

She peppered the insides of your thighs with kisses, getting drunk on the heavy scent of your arousal. Each kiss was placed closer and closer to your pussy until, finally, her tongue slid through your folds, causing you to buck your hips up into her mouth.

“You taste so good,” she moaned. “So worth the wait, my love.” She began to lap at your pussy, teasing your entrance with the tip of her tongue before closing her lips around your clit and sucking.

Larissa let out a moan which vibrated against your cunt, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You writhed beneath her, rolling your hips against her face in search of more friction.

“You’re doing so well for me, darling. Is this alright?”

“Mm… yeah,” you panted, bringing your hands to your girlfriend’s hair to anchor yourself.

Larissa dipped her tongue into your entrance again, finding a steady rhythm and bringing you closer and closer to the edge. She could tell how close you were by the way your walls began to flutter around her tongue.

“Good girl,” Larissa cooed. “Do you think you can come for me?”

You moaned at her words, at the low timbre of her voice. You had expected sex to be pleasurable but what you foolishly hadn’t accounted for was how Larissa could expertly guide you to your peak with her voice alone. You tightened your grip in her hair and she doubled down, twisting her tongue inside your center.

Your thighs clenched around her head as your orgasm crested like a wave, washing over you and snapping the coil behind your navel. You screwed your eyes shut, head tilted back in pleasure as Larissa fucked you with her tongue, helping you ride out your high.

She cleaned up your core, lapping up your juices and pressing loving kisses to your sex before coming up to pull you into a bruising kiss, her tongue licking into your mouth so you could taste yourself. Larissa swallowed the groan you let out at the salty taste on your tongue.

As she pressed herself into you, you could feel her own slick rubbing against your thigh. The thought of your girlfriend being wet for you spurred you on and you brought a tentative hand between her legs, running your fingers through her slick heat. Larissa nipped at your bottom lip in response, bucking her hips into your hand.

You pulled back from the kiss to bring your fingers to your mouth, watching Larissa’s pupils widen hungrily as you sucked each digit dry. “God, Riss, you taste amazing.” Larissa’s eyes rolled back in her head at the lust she found in your voice. She let out a whimper and began to rut against your thigh, her breathing hot and heavy.

“Love, can you…” she panted out, rolling her hips desperately. You were mesmerized at how lithely her body moved; how her sopping cunt felt grazing the bare skin of your leg, making obscene wet sounds; how quickly she was unraveling above you. “Touch me, please.”

You brought your hands to your girlfriend’s hips, pushing gently and signaling for you to swap positions. She helped to flip you over until she was on her back and you were flush against her.

You kissed your way down her body, stopping to worship her hardened nipples. You swirled your tongue around the bud and Larissa’s back arched off the bed. Peeking up to watch her reaction, you bit down, drawing something between a yelp and a moan from the blonde. “Do that again,” she murmured breathlessly and you complied, a fresh wave of arousal washing over you as she whimpered and writhed beneath you.

You brought a hand down between you, sliding your fingers up her slit and finding her engorged clit with ease, circling it with the pad of your thumb. You watched in awe as Larissa responded to your touch. She looked just like an angel; blonde curls spilling over the pillow, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, lips parted slightly as her breath came out in short puffs.

Teasing her entrance, you slipped a digit inside, noticing how Larissa’s breath hitched audibly in her chest.

“Does this feel good?” you asked, face flushed.

“Yes, god, yes,” Larissa moaned, gripping at the sheets beneath her. “Can you… another?”

You complied, easing a second finger into your girlfriend and curling both digits lightly.

“Right there, darling - you can go deeper.”

You began to thrust your fingers rhythmically, while stroking Larissa’s clit. She rolled her hips in time with your thrusts, her moans increasing in volume with each curl of your fingers, with each brush of your thumb. You pushed your fingers deeper, finding the soft, spongy spot inside her that made her whimper.

Larissa loosened her grip on the sheets to reach out for you, pulling you in for a frenzied kiss. You swallowed the moans and whimpers that spilled into your mouth as she rode your fingers, her arousal leaking out of her core and dripping down your hand.

In a moment of boldness, you added a third finger, stretching Larissa out. She mewled and bit down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as the thrusts of her hips became more and more erratic.

You moaned as you felt her pussy clench around your fingers, drawing you farther into her cunt.

“Darling,” she panted out. “I’m gonna come!” Her thighs began to tremble, closing around your hand as she shuddered against you, holding your shoulders in a death grip. You watched in awe as her jaw went slack, her eyelids fluttered, her chest heaved.

You continued to pump languidly in and out of her as she rode out her orgasm, your thumb circling her bundle of nerves lazily to help her come down from her high.

Carefully, you pulled out of her, your eyes never leaving hers as she slowly opened them, a blissed out smile spreading across her face.

You held your fingers out for Larissa and she swirled her tongue around them, placing a sweet kiss to each digit then holding out her arms in an invitation for you to curl up against her, an invitation you gladly took.

You felt so safe and loved in Larissa’s arms, her bare, sweat-slicked skin pressing against yours, her palms rubbing soothing circles on your biceps. You peeked up at her, stricken suddenly, again, by her beauty - curls mussed, lips kiss-swollen, chest flushed, eyes heavy-lidded and gazing lovingly down at you.

“How did I do?” You stifled a yawn, and she giggled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and allowing her thumb to graze your jaw as she looked deep in your eyes.

“You’re a natural, my sweet girl,” she cooed, pressing her lips to yours - she still tasted faintly of cum and you stifled a groan, causing her to smirk. “You make me feel so good, so loved. Was it good for you?” There was a hint of concern in her eyes, that disappeared the second she saw your lips curl up into a smile.

“It was amazing, Rissa.” You felt your cheeks warm. “It felt really nice. And you’re so beautiful when you come.”

It was Larissa’s turn to blush.

You laid curled up in each other’s arms for a few moments longer, content to snuggle into each other’s body heat and allow your breathing to even out.

“I love you, darling,” Larissa murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

No amount of exhaustion in the world could stop the beaming smile that adorned your face in that moment. “I love you, too, Riss.”

thank you to both @afeatherformills and my lovely gf for beta-reading, once again, you guys deserve a freaking trophy for putting up with me hehe

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #gwendoline christie

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salsadips · 3 years

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hi babes! can i please get something with Niall Horan the loml extra cute && fluffy

9. “Stop being so cute”

thanks sm! no rush! have a great day!🥰

A Sushi Disaster - Niall Horan

Thank you so much for the request!

I love this man so much and I was so excited to write for him, I hope you like it<3 There’s really no plot, it’s just Niall fluff

Prompts

Summary: a night in with Niall

Warnings: a little smut, but not a lot, lots of fluff

Not my gif, creds to the owner

Niall loved going out and partying from sunset to sunrise, doing a ton of shots and getting wasted. He loved hanging out with his friends and dancing all night long until his feet couldn't carry him anymore. But what he loved even more, was a calm night in with you, eating dinner and snuggling up on the couch watching a marathon of movies. The two scenarios were complete contrasts, but he never hesitated to choose you over any party or any group of people at any time.

He could never get tired of you and he wanted to spend every moment he possibly could with you. So when you'd asked if you could come over and spend the night, he'd immediately canceled the plans he'd had for dinner with a couple of friends and told you that you were always welcome, you didn't even have to ask.

Your relationship was still very new, and though you were both hopelessly in love, there were still boundaries you hadn't tested yet and things you weren't aware of about each other yet. Everything was so new to you, all the feelings you carried for Niall and all the simple things he managed to make so special. You were still nervous around him and the thrill of seeing him and being close to him still made your heart pound like crazy. He was everything you'd ever wanted and you already loved him so much. You knew that you were still in the honeymoon phase and there would undoubtedly come a time where you would disagree on something, but that didn't scare you, because you were certain that you and Niall could get through anything.

When you knocked on his door, not even two seconds passed before it opened and Niall appeared in the doorway, looking as handsome as ever. His light brown hair, which had gotten a bit darker during the winter, was a mess on the top of his head, but somehow it still looked perfect and matched with his attractive features. His eyes were a beautiful blue, matching the sea and always completely sweeping you off your feet whenever they met yours. His face was slightly bearded and you honestly preferred it that way.

He was wearing a white t-shirt with a black Nike logo in the middle of the chest and a pair of loose black shorts, reaching just above his knees. He was smiling as he looked down at you. "Hey baby" he greeted, his Irish accent always sending a chill down your back. There was just something about it.

"Hi" you answered sweetly, feeling a slight blush creep onto your cheeks, which tended to happen a lot when you were around Niall. You closed the space between you and kissed him gently, his hands snaking around your waist and pulling you into him, making you arch your bag slightly.

Your faces stayed close as you pulled apart, only a couple of inches between you. He brushed his nose against yours, "I've missed you" he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. "You saw me two days ago" you giggled, but you had to admit you'd missed him terribly as well. "Way too long" he answered as he opened his eyes again, a smile still complementing his features, and his blue eyes boring into yours. You stayed wrapped in each other's arms, starring into each other's eyes for a minute, before you kissed him again shortly. "I've missed you too" you admitted as your lips disconnected and he winked at you before loosening his arms from around you and grabbing your hand instead, leading you inside and closing the door.

"I was thinking we'd make dinner together, hm?" He spoke as he lead you into the kitchen, keeping you close to him the whole time. "I'd love that" you agreed, "got anything planned?"

He shrugged before letting go of your hand and with a smug grin he turned around and opened the fridge, revealing all the ingredients needed to make sushi. You were taken aback for a second, did he want you to make sushi?

"Your favorite" he exclaimed excitedly and you couldn't help but laugh. "That's very sweet, but do you know how to make sushi?"

His eyebrows turned down in a frown and he looked confusedly at you, "no, but I thought you did?" he asked hesitant. You kept laughing, "I have no fucking idea" you admitted and walked over to him, placing a kiss on his lips, "but what can go wrong right?"

An hour later, everything that could go wrong had gone absolutely wrong. It hadn't seemed like such a hard task when you'd grabbed Niall's computer and searched how to make sushi, but you'd been very wrong, it was definitely a challenge. The kitchen was a mess, to say the least, and both you and Niall were absolutely exhausted. "I give up! This stupid thing won't roll" you sighed as you tried rolling the different ingredients into a sushi roll.

"This turned out better in my head" Niall mumbled as he tried getting the sticky rice off his fingers. "Aw baby, it was so sweet" you walked over and planted a kiss on his cheek. You looked back at your unfinished sushi before meeting Niall's eyes again, "how about we do takeout? Nando's?" You tilted your head with a smile. Niall's face lit up at the mention of his favorite fast food chain, "you know me so well" he answered with a smirk.

It didn't take you long to order, since you both had a standard order that you always got from Nando's. As you waited for the food you settled in the living room and started surfing through Netflix, looking for a movie to watch, leaving the mess in the kitchen to be dealt with tomorrow.

You were leaning against Niall's side, his arm slung around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He looked away from the tv and down at you, "what do you wanna watch, baby?" He asked, the hand in which he held the remote was resting on his thigh. You looked up at him, your faces so close that your noses brushed. "The Avengers" you announced with a giddy smile, already knowing that he would roll his eyes before he even did it. "Not that bloody superhero movie again" he complained with a groan. "Please?" You begged, looking into his ocean eyes. He tried to be persistent for a second, but quickly gave up. "Stop being so cute, I can never say no to you" he shook his head, but his focus was already back on the television, typing out The Avengers in the search felt on Netflix. Your smile was big as he hit play without further complaining, but you knew you were gonna have to listen to him ramble on about how stupid this movie was throughout the whole thing though.

"I love you" you told him, it just came out. His head turned back to you, his eyes slightly wide and a grin slowly appearing on his face. It wasn't because you hadn't exchanged the little phrase before, he just hadn't gotten used to hearing it yet, but god he loved it.

"Well, you better" he chuckled, "I'm watching this dumb movie for you."

You just smiled. You'd watched this movie a ton of times with Niall already, just because you loved it and though he made an effort to disagree with everything in the movie every time you watched it, you knew he didn't mind it. He just loved spending time with you, no matter what you were doing.

"I love you too" he finally said, his face slightly more serious, but the smile never fading. You didn't have to lean forward much before your lips met. The kiss was gentle and sweet at first, his lips so soft on yours, until he put down the remote and placed his now free hand on your cheek. He slid it back into your hair, pulling you closer as his tongue ran across your bottom lip. You parted your lips and Niall immediately deepened the kiss, moving his tongue with yours.

Your hands were on his neck, playing with the tiny hairs there which you knew drove him crazy. His hand moved from your cheek, down your body and grabbed your thigh, pulling you on top of him in a swift motion. You gasped at the sudden repositioning of your body, which made Niall smirk against your lips. He traced soft circles on our thighs with his thumbs, and you were kind of embarrassed that that simple touch alone could make you go absolutely crazy.

You moved your hands fully into his hair and tucked on the thick and silky strands that roamed between your fingers. He let out a hungry growl and moved his upper body forward so his chest met yours, sitting on the edge of the couch, you still on his lap. He moved his hands up and grabbed your ass and you both moaned at the same time as he pushed your crotch against his groin. The kiss quickly turned heated and more sloppy as you were enchanted by the pleasure from simply the movements of your hips on his, even though you were both still fully clothed.

He moved one hand from your ass and grabbed your neck gently, tilting your head and giving himself access to the soft skin. He left a trail of kisses down your jaw and stopped under your ear, where he knew you were extra sensitive, and you let out a moan as he sucked slightly, sending chills running down your back. He moved from the spot where there now was a little bruise and down your neck, his kisses open mouthed and absolutely fucking mesmerizing.

You'd never been with a guy who could make you feel as Niall did. He was experienced and he knew what he was doing, but that wasn't it, you'd been with other guys just as experienced and they'd never been able to pleasure you the way Niall did. There was just something special about Niall's hands on your body and the way he sucked, nippled and kissed your skin that could make you loose track of everything happening around you.

You kept grinding your hips against Niall's as he mumbled against your neck, "hmm feels so good pet." His lips met yours again in a hungry kiss and you were both so lost in each other that neither of you heard the doorbell as it rang the first time. The only thing on your mind was Niall's tongue moving with yours and the throbbing between your legs. You first noticed the sounds around you when someone started banging loudly on the front door.

You pulled away and looked around confused. You were out of breath, your chest heavily rising and falling. "What?" Niall asked, clearly having heard nothing, but you were sure... then the knocking sounded again and you both looked towards the sound.

"The food" you stated, finally realizing what was happening, the food had arrived. You looked down at Niall as he let out a whine, annoyed that the moment had been ruined. You giggled and kissed him once before getting off his lap and walked towards the door. Your legs were unsteady as you were still affected by the episode you and Niall had just had, but you made it to the door and opened it to see a young guy with an annoyed look on his face and a bag of Nando's in his hand.

"I'm so sorry," you apologized for the wait and quickly paid him, closing the door after you as you walked back into the living room with the food. As you unpacked your orders Niall couldn't help but smile, "I love that you eat as much as me" he said, making you blush slightly. Niall had once told you that he knew he was in love with you the first time he'd seen you eat, because you were the only one able to eat as much as him.

The movie had already been playing for thirty minutes, but you'd watched it so many times, neither of you had any problem keeping up. Niall watched you more than the movie, adoring your beautiful face as you concentrated on Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. arguing on the screen. Sometimes he would lean forward and place a sweet kiss on your cheek, loving how it always brought a rose color to your cheeks, and once you'd both finished eating, he wasted no time pulling you into him and you stayed like that for the rest of the night, in Niall's arms.

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realcube · 3 years

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i would just like to thank you for crunching out sm stuff for us and blessing us with such good writing!! 💕💗💕💗😩😪 truly *chefs kiss*

also could i request hcs on how tendou, fukunaga, matsukawa, bokuto, and iwaizumi react to their s/o doing this tiktok trend?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMee9HVe8/

(a/n): 🙏 i should be the one thanking y’all for reading my content tbh! 💕 oh and this request is absolutely adorable!

summary of the video: a person peppers their cat with kisses to the audio of a man saying, ‘i love you. mwah mwah mwah. you set my soul on fire’

content warning: sexual references, choking & dick sizes

satori tendō

♡ he would cackle if you tried to do the accent

♡ i’d say he knows the trend but he doesn’t look like he uses tiktok and even if he did, he’d be on deep tiktok

♡ anyway, if you don’t do the accent and you just start kissing him while filming, he’ll just smile

♡ like he just got all warm inside

♡ he thinks his smile is subtle but when he rewatches the video and notices his foolishly large grin, he insists that you delete it

♡ but plz don’t- he really appreciates the fact you aren’t ashamed to be dating it and you actually want to show everyone on social media that you love him

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you propped your phone up against the salt shaker on the dinner table so the camera was angled at you and tendō, then you turned to him with a mischievous grin plastered on your face which made him falter in eating his chicken nugget.

“are you okay, babe?” he inquired through a mouthful of mcnugget as your eyes seemed fixated on him, though you weren’t doing anything besides stare.

he was forced to swallow once the sound began and you started peppering his face with kisses to the beat, leaving him sitting like a statue in shock. the only part of his that moved was the corner of his lips twitching up to form a large grin.

once the sound finished, you snaked your arms under his and chest your head against his chest for a moment before grabbing your phone to watch the video, allowing tendō to peer over your shoulder and watch it too. then, he realised how insanely wide his smile was, “are you gonna post that?”

“not if you don’t want me to.” you hummed against his chest, feeling his slender fingers slip through your hair to cradle the back of your head and hold it tight against his chest.

“eh.” he shrugged. if you were to delete it, at least the world wouldn’t have to see him smiling like an idiot upon getting some sugar but if you were to post it, he’d be beyond flattered that you’d want to share you relationship publicly - it reassured him that you’re not embarrassed to be with him.

hajime iwaizumi

♡ while you do it, he just sits and stares at you like ◉_◉

♡ he has no idea what’s going on UIEFLAERN why are you filming while kissing him and lipsyncing to some guy with a hot accent??????

♡ bc he wants to do it back to you but he’s just frozen in shock for a moment

♡ but if you lipsync to the words, at the ‘you set my soul on fire’ part, he’d probably make a sarcastic comment like ‘you have one of those?’

♡ anyway, for the most part, he’s paralysed

♡ like he doesn’t want to do anything embarrassing on camera yet he’s also extremely confused so as soon as you pick up your phone and end the recording, he literally tackles you to the ground

♡ ‘WHAT THE FUCK?! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!! DON’T YOU DARE POST IT!’

♡ and he doesn’t just have hajime iwaizumi body btw- he’s got hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer body

♡ so don’t expect to escape his grip unless he lets you

♡ but if you manage to get away with the video, plz don’t send it to any of his friends- they will tease him and use it as blackmail-

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you set your phone down on the coffee table then hit record, leaning back and shuffling even closer to iwaizumi on the couch. this caught his attention so his eyes momentarily shifted off the tv to look at you with a perplexed expression which became more prominent once he noticed that he was also being filmed.

“wha--” he cut himself off upon feeling your lips press against his forehead, then his cheek, then his chin; basically his whole face had felt your affection by the time the sound finished.

he was taken aback, to say the least. the whole thing went by in a blur - a pleasant blur, but a blur none the less. he was too busy enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his skin to realise that his resting expression looked similar to the one he wore when walked in on matsukawa and makki comparing dick sizes in the changing room.

once you pulled away and grabbed your phone to watch the video, he got the opportunity to observe the stupid look he wore and he instinctively tried to snatch the phone from your hand. This resulting in him lying on top of you on the couch, suffocating you with his cologne, trying to grab your phone but the frantic flailing of your arms posed challenge.

“Gimme that damn phone! Don’t you dare send that to anyone! Did you see my fac--”

“Iwa, get the fuck off me!” you wheezed, your voice muffled from his beefy chest being pushed against your face.

RIP (Y/N). Cause of death: Iwaizumi Hajime’s muscles

kōtarō bokuto

♡ whenever you start filming him, he immediately goes like :)

♡ but then when you sit down next to him and film y’all together then he goes like :D

♡ THEN WHEN YOU START COVERING HIS FACE WITH KISSES TO A CUTE-ASS SOUND, HE’S LIKE 🥰

♡ but fr, he melts

♡ you’re just so damn cute

♡ he doesn’t really question what you are doing, he just enjoys it

♡ he probably wraps his arms around your waist too and tries give you kisses back

♡ oh! and if you repeat what they guy in the audio says (’i love you’ & ‘you set my soul on fire.’), bokuto will say the same back 🥺

♡ pulls you onto his lap if you weren’t already sitting on him

♡ he insists that you post it, no matter how silly either of you look - he wants the world to see how in love you two are

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you plop yourself down next to him as soon as you hit record on your phone then immediately began placing kisses all over bokuto’s face and if you wasn’t grinning like an idiot before, he sure was now.

“I love you!” you tried to do the accent while desperately stifling a giggle, continuing to peck his cheek, “you set my soul of fire-”

you were forced to pause as bokuto caught your lips in his own, pressing down on the small of your back to deepen the kiss, “i love you more, baby! you set my soul on fire too - whatever that means.” he exclaimed, all while wearing a wide, toothy grin.

once you finally pull away to grab your phone, you held it in between you and bokuto so he could watch it along with you. he bounced giddily in place, squeezing your other hand tightly, “you’re precious, (y/n).” he muttered before pumping his fists and cheering, “post it! post it! post it! post it!”

issei matsukawa

♡ you tried this on him while he was studying chemistry and although neither of you thought much of it in the moment, he’ll never forgive you bc he ended up failing his chem test 😭

♡ anyway

♡ he questions what you are doing at first but when he hears the sound, he realises what trend you’re doing immediately (bc i hc that he lowkey has a social media addiction)

♡ so he just sits there with this cocky ass smirk on his face while you shower him with your love

♡ not bc he’s unappreciative - like he think you’re cute as hell - but if you’re gonna post it, he wants to look cool, yk?

♡ also he wants to just keep up his nonchalant attitude towards all physical touch

♡ yes, even sex

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you propped your phone up on the water bottle sat on his desk and stood a seat on his lap, to which he gladly welcomed as he slipped his arm around your waist to hold you in place as you straddled him.

your hands cupped his face so he looked you in the eye, hence he dropped his pencil and slammed the brakes on whatever studying he was doing as nothing was more important to him them tending to your prettyself.

once you began pecking him along with lipsyncing along to words the guy said, he just stared at you with a smug smirk gracing his features, humming lowly in agreement whenever you’d say anything. of course, he ensured that his head was angled in a way that the camera got the holy sight of his sharp jawline.

his gazed at you though hooded lips, staying frozen in place until your eventually picked up your phone, swiftly deleting the video with a pouty expression. “hey- whatcha going? why ya deleting it? did you see my jaw?” he asked, clearly offended.

“you’re so boring, issei.” you whined, trying to conceal the fact your pout was slowly becoming a smile. “You were supposed to rail me, that’s the whole point of the trend.” you joked, not expecting for matsukawa’s hand to immediately latch onto your throat, “hah, well, you could’ve just asked nicely, doll.”

shōhei fukunaga

♡ he kinda just chuckles at first

♡ but as you continue, he’ll jerk his head around with his lips pursed to try capture your lips with his

♡ he’s honestly not sure what he’s supposed to do so please guide him

♡ i’d say he seems like the sorta guy to hate being filmed but post-timeskip, he’s a comedian so he’d probably try put on a show for the camera

♡ maybe subtly massage the back of your head, perhaps he’ll bite his bottom and give you ✨the look✨, or he’ll hold your jaw and longingly gaze at you- who knows?

♡ anything to keep you entertained （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

♡ WRUGETG BUT WHATEVER HE DOES, HE’S GONNA CRINGE IMMEDIATELY AFTER AND REGRET IT ><

♡ like you’ll try show him the video but he just turns away and covers his eyes like 😑 ‘no i don’t want to see’

♡ if you try post it though he will go feral

♡ probably tickles you, snatches your phone then deletes it

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you clutched you phone as you looked at fukunaga dreamily while recording yourself. the noticed your odd behaviour but once he realised you were also recording, he just thought, ‘ah, that explains it.’

but what he didn’t expect was for you pounce on him then start covering his face in kisses. at first, he crinkles his nose and chuckled but just as you were about to say the second bit of dialog, an idea hit him. so without thinking, he gripped your throat then flipped y’all over so he was now on top, then he pressed his lips against your forehead while making the ‘mwah’ sound effect.

this took you by surprise so the last frame of the video was of you looking truly shocked and him looking down on your with a suggestive smirk - which was followed up by a sweet kiss but the video cut off before that.

you both stared at the video as it replayed, neither of you liking what you were seeing.

fukunaga was the first one to mention it though as he scrambled off you to grab your phone, “gimme that! you’re camera makes me look so weird.” you allowed him to yank your phone from your hands as you folded your hands behind your head, “my camera. sure.”

“sh-”

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Eternity

Pairing: Bambam X Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Word count: 7,615

Summary: Jungkook meets the most stunning looking man he has ever seen and falls for him, hard.

Warnings: Oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, starvation, sleep deprivation, lots of crying, unnecessary amounts of love, attempt at some amount of humour

[a/n]: This is my first ever GOT7 fic so please be kind :) I have a BTS blog as well that you can check out, this fic is also posted there: @bts-poetry. I hope you enjoy it!

The rows of colourful, flashy clothing in front of Jungkook did little to ease his tension. Jungkook hated shopping for clothes that weren't cargo pants and oversized t shirts, all in black, of course. But his best friend had decided to host a big party to let idols mingle and get to know eachother and he insisted that Jungkook also come, even though he really didn't want to.

Being such a fancy event, he realised he didn't have anything appropriate for the setting and went out to a luxury mall is Seoul that idols like him visited often. He stepped inside the first store that looked appealing, not that he cared about the price of anything, being one of few people his age who held a black card. The racks of jackets and shirts covered in sequins and glitter left him dazed.

He picked one shirt in a deep red colour that looked moderately sober along with a pair of plain black pants and a black embroidered blazer and was heading for the changing rooms when a man clad in the most outrageous outfit Jungkook had ever seen, stepped out.

The man in question wore a black suit covered in gold crystal work and black skinny jeans along with white heeled boots and a thick Cuban link chain around his neck. His silver blond hair was styled perfectly, as if he was to step on to a runway immediately. He twirled around, checking his outfit out in a mirror nearby as the shop staff complimented his choice.

Jungkook was shocked to say the least. He had never seen a man as beautiful as the one in front of him. He knew that the man was probably a model or something but he was so incredibly captivating that Jungkook couldn't help but stare. It was when one of the staff told him that the dressing room was free, that he snapped out of his trance and hurried away.

The outfit fit Jungkook well, he had to admit, the pants defining his storing thighs nicely. He stepped out of the room to look in one of the big mirrors when he heard someone clapping. Jungkook turned around to see the man from before sitting on one of the couches that was scattered around the store. He was holding a glass of champagne in one hand, courtesy of the staff with one leg folded over the other.

"That blazer looks nice on you" The silver haired man commented. He stood up and made his was towards Jungkook and pulled on the lapels of his blazer, smoothing them in place. He walked away for a moment before returning with a pair of Louboutins and Jungkook wordlessly put them on. While he was tying the laces, the man got him a simple chain with a pendant made up of two snakes and fastened it around his neck.

"What do you think?" The man asked, standing behind Jungkook as he stared at himself in the mirror. The few odd corrections that the man made including fixing his collar and getting him a new belt really brought the look together.

"It looks great, thank you.." Jungkook trailed off. He realised he didn't even know the name of the man in front of him.

"I'm Bambam, nice to meet you" The man offered his hand which Jungkook accepted. He knew he had heard the name somewhere and took a moment to recall it.

"You're the rapper from GOT7, right? I'm Jungkook, the pleasure's all mine" He said with a small smile. Bambam nodded, affirming his suspicions and confirming that he was in fact the famous Thai rapper who had taken over the K-pop industry with his charming personality and stunning looks.

"I saw you staring earlier. See anything you like?" Bambam winked and twirled around once more, showing off his outfit. Jungkook felt his throat go dry suddenly as he admired the sliver of Bambam's exposed chest that he saw due to the lack of shirt material to cover that position of his body.

"I've never been a person who dresses super flashily so I was just surprised when I saw you in that jacket" Jungkook muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Bambam gasped, feigning offence.

"Are you calling me flashy?" He questioned Jungkook who didn't know how to reply. He didn't mean to offend Bambam, the words just came out wrong. The confused expression on Jungkook's face made Bambam chuckle.

"I'm just kidding, I'm well aware that I'm flashy but I like to think of it as being 'extra'" Bambam replied before turning his wrist to check his watch.

"I'm so sorry, I have a meeting to attend in half an hour and I need to bill all this stuff so I'll see you around?" Bambam didn't want for a reply before rushing off, leaving Jungkook in a mix of emotions. No man had ever taken Jungkook's breath away like this. He was quite the talker and loved flirting with hot men and women. People were usually intimated by his aura. Bambam on the other hand seemed completely unbothered by it.

After paying for all the clothes, Jungkook headed home, his mind still stuck on the silver haired man and his beautiful voice. He thought of Bambam's plump lips and definitely hoped to see him around. Jungkook looked him up that night and listened to a few songs of his. Not only was Bambam incredibly good looking, he was a really good musician too.

A week later, Jungkook found himself surrounded by friends and strangers at the party he had been dreading to go to. He was sipping on his third champagne of the night and couldn't wait for it all to get over. Taehyung, his band mate and best friend dragged him to meet some friends an Jungkook was forced to oblige.

"Hey guys, this is Jungkook, my best friend and out golden maknae" He introduced Jungkook to a tall man with a light tan and two moles on his eye. Jungkook bowed to greet the man who introduced himself as JB.

"Yugyeom! Go call Bam and Youngjae" JB shouted to a guy who looked about Jungkook's age but was incredibly tall and fair. He returned with two other men, one of whom looked familiar to Jungkook. Bambam smirked at Jungkook as JB introduced them to one another.

"Jungkook, this is Bambam, Yugyeom and Youngjae. Three of you, this is Jungkook" He said before stepping away to let the four of them to get to know each other. Jungkook found out he had a lot in common with Yugyeom. Aside from being the maknaes, both of them shared a love for traditional Korean food and bowling.

Youngjae was a fun and bubbly guy. His laugh was absolutely contagious and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh along to the bad jokes that he made. Bambam stayed oddly quiet during the whole conversation till Yugyeom and Youngjae were called away by Shownu of MONSTA X for a photo.

"Not going to say anything to me, are you?" Bambam asked. Jungkook didn't know what to say for the millionth time. He never knew what to say around Bambam and he had only met the man twice.

"Dance with me?" Bambam offered and Jungkook just nodded dumbly. Bambam turned around to let his back rest against Jungkook's chest before placing his hands on his waist. They both danced to the beat, Bambam more confident than Jungkook as he sang off key to the songs being played.

Jungkook's hands stayed put exactly where Bambam placed them, making the silver haired man annoyed. He turned around to look Jungkook in the eye.

"Are you interested or is it just me?" Bambam asked frankly and Jungkook's brain short-circuited. His mouth opened but no words came out and Bambam looked at the man, defeated, before walking away.

It took Jungkook a few minutes to process what happened but he chased after Bambam the moment he did. He looked for the shorter man everywhere but he seemed to have gone missing. Feeling disheartened, Jungkook made his way to the roof of the building to catch some fresh air.

When he reached their, he spotted a familiar gold jacket. Bambam was sitting alone, staring at the night sky. Jungkook quietly sat down next to him and placed his hand over the other's hand.

"I'm sorry I'm not good with words. I've just never seen someone as stunning as you and you just take my breath away. Yes, I'm interested. I would love to get to know you" Jungkook said, refusing to look Bambam in the eyes.

"You're such an idiot" Bambam said before holding Jungkook's face in his hands and crashing their lips together. Jungkook froze for a second but he wasn't going to mess up again and kissed back with fervour. The made out for god-knows-how-long before calling it a night. Jungkook dropped Bambam back to his place since his band mates had already left.

"You're picking me up at 7pm tomorrow" Bambam said as he stepped out of the car.

"I am?" Jungkook questioned. They hadn't spoken of going out on a date but apparently Bambam had decided of his own that they are.

Jungkook made sure to finish his entire schedule by six the next day and rushed back to the dorms to get ready. He spent half his time deciding whag to wear and settled on a pair of jeans, a button up and a bomber jacket all in black.

He quickly fixed his hair and put on some of his favourite perfume before searching for his favourite earrings and putting them on. A little bit of foundation and eyeshadow later, he threw on his black Balenciaga's and ran out the front door.

He reached Bambam's building by 6:55 and waited for him to come down. At dot seven, the man in question emerged and Jungkook's jaw dropped. Bambam wore a black t shirt with skinny jeans, silver heeled boots, a white, brown and blue bomber jacket and a pair of tinted sunglasses. Layers of chains dangled around his slim neck. His hair was styled perfectly and not a single strand of hair was out of place. He smiled at Jungkook as he opened the door of the car and sat down next to him.

"Is there something on my face?" Bambam asked, a smug smile on his face. The question made Jungkook realise that he was staring. He just shook his head, too shy to speak. Bambam looked annoyed at the lack of a reply.

"Will you keep quiet the entire time? I'd much rather go on a date with a bottle of wine if that's the case. At least that would be more interesting" Bambam said with a sad chuckle.

"You can't blame me for not being able to say anything because it's your fault. You need to stop being so perfect for a few minutes for my brain to make cohesive sentences unless you enjoy watching me make a fool of myself" Bambam burst out laughing and that caused a light blush to coat Jungkook's cheeks.

Dinner was a lot of fun. The boys went to a fine dining restaurant and ordered fancy food that was really expensive and not that tasty. After having eaten almost no food and having spent a lot of money, Jungkook suggested to head to a local ramyun shop where they ended up feasting on some cheap kimchi ramyun and two bottles of soju.

"I've never had a date like that. I'm telling you that ramyun place is a hundred times better than the stupid restaurant" Both of them were tipsy but neither was drunk. The liquid courage allowed Jungkook to open up a bit in front of Bambam

"I decided to take you there cause you look like someone why likes to be wine and dined. I'm never taking you out for dinner again, we'll just ordered take out and watch movies" Jungkook muttered making Bambam laugh.

Jungkook could swear on his life that he had never heard anything as beautiful as the silver haired boy's laugh. He had heard some of the best singers in the world thanks to his profession but the way he felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound was surreal.

"I love the gesture but make sure to read the Yelp review before taking me out next time. Also take out and movies sounds better to me. How about we do that tomorrow?" Bambam suggested.

"Calm down, I've literally known you for three days and you're already sounding desperate, geez" Jungkook joked. Deep down he knew that he was just as desperate to meet Bambam. He wanted to see that man everyday of his life. Jungkook had never felt so special in his life the way he did with Bambam.

"Hey, don't lie, you also want to see me. You make me laugh and you're unimaginably cute so I want to hang out with you but you're also really hot and I really want a bit of that ass so I want to date you" Bambam said, his voice a mix of humour and uncertainty.

"First of all, I never thought you'd like my ads that much, but I'm flattered. Second of all, it's me who is getting your ass, not the other way round" Both the men giggled like school girls as they walked back home. They had decided to ditch the car since the weather was cool and the night was beautiful.

"So tomorrow my place at six. Don't be late" Jungkook gave Bambam a gentle kiss on the lips but before he could turn around to leave, Bambam gripped the collar of Jungkook's jacket and pulled him back in, kissing him harshly. By the time both of them pulled away, they were breathless, their lips red and swollen.

At dot six the next day, Jungkook rang the bell outside Bambam's apartment. He had arrived five minutes early and waited outside so that he wouldn't be late. The door unlocked and Bambam let Jungkook in. The latter took off his shoes and took a moment to admire the house.

Bambam's house was a lot like his personality, unpredictable. It was a weird juxtaposition of loud and minimalistic. The main colour palette was made up of blacks and whites but the cat beds were all bright colours. Bambam's many cats sauntered around the living room and the man bent down to pet them every now and then.

Bambam was dressed in what Jungkook called the "casual bam" look. He wore a plain blue turtle neck sweater with large circle thin rimmed glasses and black track pants.

Jungkook had involuntarily matched the outfit, himself dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and black track pants. He helped Bambam carry the bowls of popcorn and chips along with bottles of soju and glasses to the center table in the living room. A large TV covered one wall of the room and a large sofa sat facing it.

"Pick whatever you want to watch, I don't really care" Bambam said before heading back inside. Jungkook scrolled through the films and chose 'Avengers: Age of Ultron' because it was one of his favourite movies of all time. Bambam returned shortly after with a few flyers from local take out places.

"What are you in the mood for?" The silver haired man asked. Looking through the flyers, Jungkook found what he was looking for. Chimaek or chicken and maekju (Korean beer) was one of Jungkook's favourite food combinations.

"How about some chimaek" Jungkook asked and Bambam nodded enthusiastically, saying that he loved the combination. Unfortunately there was no beer at home so Bambam ordered some from the chicken place itself and called up his security guard to pick it up to maintain his privacy.

The two men started watching the film, sitting on either ends of the small couch but as the movie went on, the distance between them reduced. At some point Bambam grabbed a fluffy blanket and threw it over both of them. By the end of the night, Bambam say with his head against Jungkook's chest and the latter's hand wrapped around the smaller man.

"You're really beautiful, you know?" Bambam whispered. Jungkook couldn't resist and placed a small kiss on the smaller man's forehead. Bambam closed his eyes tightly at the action and let out a sigh.

"Maybe but you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life" Jungkook confessed. They may have only known each other for a few days but were falling for each other so quickly that they couldn't believe it themselves.

Despite really wanting to stay over, Jungkook returned to the dorms that night. They both took a moment to speak about what was going on between them and realised that things were happening too quickly. They promised each other that they would take their time to get to know each other before going further.

Even though their busy schedules left them exhausted and without much free time, they had found a rhythm that worked. They met often and went out for dates. It could be as fancy as bar dates at high profile places to as simple as cuddling in bed, reading together.

Every moment Jungkook spent with Bambam, he felt alive in a way he never hand felt before. Even at the young age of 23, Jungkook was always busy with no time for himself. But Bambam changed everything. Through the silver haired man, Jungkook found a part of himself he had buried deep down within. Bambam made him want to be a better person.

Bambam on the other hand felt like he had found his light. As fun loving and carefree as Bambam was, he had a dark side of him full of insecurities and secrets. That part of him ate him on the inside, it made him feel alone and undeserving. But Jungkook made him feel loved, wanted, appreciated.

They both had completed each other as if they were two puzzles with a single missing piece and somehow they fit into each other perfectly. They were meant for each other, it felt like the universe wanted that too.

It was a cozy mid spring evening and Jungkook had decided that he wanted nothing more than to play some music on the speaker in his living room and dance with Bambam. The silver haired man liked the idea and agreed, tapping his feet to the beat, still dressed in pajamas from a day of lazing around.

Things weren't sexual at all between the two men. Jungkook played peppy numbers from both of their discographies like "Attack on Bangtan", "Never Ever", "Go Go" and "Thursday", songs meant to be mindlessly fun.

In those moments, as the diminishing sunlight fell on Bambam's ecstatic face, Jungkook knew that he was deeply and absolutely in love with him. He knew that he would never find home, comfort, love and completeness like this ever again. Jungkook was absolutely whipped for Kunpimook Bhuwakul and his pretty smile and beautiful heart.

"What are you thinking, love?" 'Love', a nickname that Bambam had come up with was music to Jungkook's ears everytime the shorter man said it. They still hadn't confessed their undying love for each other but they knew deep within themselves that they felt the same way.

"I love you" Jungkook finally let the words slip and he wanted to burn the image of Bambam's reaction in his brain forever. The silver haired man gasped before crashing his lips against Jungkook's in a soft, loving kiss.

"Took you long enough to say it. I love you too, you idiot" Jungkook giggled at the comment before taking Bambam's lips back to his. He stepped back till they both fell onto the couch, Bambam straddling him. For the first time, Jungkook let his hands wander from the small of his back up to his neck and down to curve of his ass.

"You going to fuck me now or what?' Jungkook's breath hitched at the boldness of his boyfriend.

Boyfriend, that's what they called each other now. He doesn't remember when it happened. That's a complete lie, he remembers the exact day, hour and minute it happened, the time he asked Bambam properly to be his boyfriend in the most cheesy way he knew how.

It was on a cold December morning, Jungkook had just moved out of the dorms and into Bambam's apartment. The latter had a busy schedule while the former had the day off and so Jungkook decided to spend his time doing something worthwhile. After a lot of shopping, which he was horrible at and crafting, which he was also horrible at, he was ready and waited patiently for Bambam to come home.

The moment the silver haired man stepped inside, he knew something was up. The living room was decorated with his favourite flowers, cute pictures of the two of them hung off walls and a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine sat on the center table. Next to the wine was a wrapped present.

"Jungkook?" Bambam called out to no avail. The man sat down and opened the box I'm front of him and gasped. Inside was a simple chain with a large pendent with the words "DoubleB" covered with diamonds on it. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the day he told Jungkook that he always wanted something special with his famous tagline on it.

"You like it?" Jungkook asked nervously. He had flown to LA for a few shoots a couple of months prior and stopped by one of the most famous jewlers in the city who was well know for making pieces for celebrities and rappers. He spoke to the owner with the help of his interpreter and designed the pendant himself.

Due to the complexity of the design and all the specifications unfortunately, it wasn't finished in time for Jungkook to take it back home with him but he was promised it would be delivered to his doorstep as soon as possible.

"I absolutely love it" Bambam said, getting up from the couch to give Jungkook a seating kiss filled with love and affection.

"Bambam, will you be my boyfriend?" Jungkook asked nervously. He knew he had nothing to fear and that Bambam loved him the same way he did but he was still scared.

"As if I wasn't already your boyfriend since that time you took me to that ramyun shop after ditching that fancy restaurant. Yes, I would love to be your boyfriend, Jungkook" Bambam said and Jungkook let out a scream of delight before covering his face with kisses.

That memory brought butterflies to Jungkook's stomach as he nibbled on this boyfriend's lower lip before nodding. He lifted Bambam up easily, giving him a chance to wrap his legs around his waist before carrying him to the bedroom.

Jungkook gently dropped the silver haired man onto the bed. He discarded his t shirt before doing the same for his boyfriend. Crawling onto the bed and hovering over Bambam, Jungkook kissed him with all his heart. He poured his soul into the kiss as if Bambam would disappear if he didn't.

Bambam's fingers trailed over the taught muscled of Jungkook's back as he kissed him with the same amount of love and passion. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Bambam tangled his legs with Jungkook's before putting all his body weight into flipping them over, pressing Jungkook into the mattress.

He made his was down Jungkook's body, biting and kissing every part of him as if he wanted them printed in his mind, which he did. He knew he couldn't leave marks but he left a few small ones just under Jungkook's navel where his pelvic bone sat. Bambam slowly tugged down Jungkook's pants to reveal his already wet boxers.

"Do you not have anything that's not black? Like seriously dude, ever heard of colour?" Bambam joked as he traced his fingers around Jungkook's erection which caused the snarky reply to get stuck in Jungkook's throat. Bambam peeled the boxers off Jungkook and too a moment to admire his boyfriend's cock.

It was really big are really pretty. He instinctively wrapped his hands around it, giving it a few experimental tugs. The moan that escaped Jungkook's lips was the sweetest sound Bambam had ever heard. He was about to take Jungkook's cock in his mouth when a hand weaved through his hair to stop him.

"Don't feel pressured to do it if you don't want to" Jungkook said and Bambam smiled so genuinely at the man that he physically felt his heart melt. But before he could comprehend what was happening, warmth enveloped him in such an overwhelming manner that he curled his toes and fisted the sheets.

Bambam worked diligently up and down Jungkook's cock as he gave him head. He was enjoying the process almost as much if not more than Jungkook. It just felt so right to him. The warmth, the weight and the sweet taste, all of it was perfect against Bambam's tongue.

Bambam moaned as he licked away the precum at the tip of Jungkook's cock and the vibrations shot right through Jungkook's body, making him keen with pleasure. He tugged on Bambam's hair to pull him off, eliciting a whine from him.

"I'm not going to last if you keep doing that, Bam" Jungkook said, pulling his boyfriend in for another passionate kiss. Jungkook flipped them over once more and settled between Bambam's legs. He looked entranced by the way his pucker clenched as Jungkook brought his finger near it.

Leaning over Bambam, he opened the drawer of his nightstand to pull out a condom and a bottle lube. He hooked the silver haired man's legs over his shoulders and brought his face as close as he could to Bambam's warm skin, nipping at his thighs for a moment before dipping right in to lick his hole.

Bambam squirmed and moaned as Jungkook ate him out. The taller man was extremely skilled with his tongue and fingers and it made Bambam's knees buckle. The moans that left Bambam's lips were music to Jungkook's ears and he wanted nothing more but to listen to the all day.

"Kook, fuck me, now" Bambam heaved, pausing in between to take breaths. He was panting harshly, chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Jungkook merely nodded before letting go of Bambam's thighs and grabbing the condom. He tore the packet with his teeth and slipped it into his cock.

Lining himself up with Bambam's hole, he looked into his boyfriend's eyes one last time to see if he wanted to back out. Seeing only lust and need in his eyes, he took a deep breath before pushing in. Bambam's back arched and Jungkook's name escapes his lips as he bottomed out.

Neither of them ever thought they'd ever feel something like this in their life time. Pleasure and love morphed into a euphoric sensation that no one could describe. Jungkook had heard sex being described as 'two becoming one flesh' and never believed it till he felt what it was like being inside Bambam.

They were both drug addicts looking for their next highs. Something almost animalistic took over Jungkook as his eyes glazed over and he pulled almost all the way out before shoving right back in roughly. He had no control over his body as he pounded into Bambam.

The sound of Jungkook's balls slapping against Bambam's ass and slick from the lube filled the room. Jungkook had thought that Bambam was the most beautiful thing alive but when he saw his face contorted in sheer pleasure, he was sure that he would never see anythingas beautiful ever again.

Bambam was first to cum, Jungkook's hand wrapped tightly around his member, stroking steadily. The was he clenched around the taller man made him tumble over the edge moments after his boyfriend. Jungkook reluctantly pulled out and collapsed next to Bambam, basking in the after glow of his orgasm.

"Wow, I can't believe waited so long for that" Jungkook whispered. He looked over to see Bambam staring out of the floor to ceiling window in their room, gazing at the moon. Stars could rarely be seen with the amount of fog and pollution in Seoul but two twinkling lights were visible in the vast darkness.

"It was well worth it, though. I'd do it all over again for you if I had to" Bambam muttered. Jungkook pulled out a pack of wet wipes form his drawer and cleaned both of them up before pulling the duvet over their still naked bodies. He snuggled against Bambam, pressing his head against the man's chest.

"When did you become the romantic in the relationship, huh?" Jungkook chuckled as Bambam absent mindedly played with his hair. They shared those few minutesn of silence with small smiles on their faces. The quietness was never awkward, they were comforting to say the least.

Bambam and Jungkook both had loud, outgoing personalities that rarely ever gave them time to calm down, sit quiet and reflect. After meeting each other though, their best memories were sitting together without saying a word to each other, warm and satisfied.

They both fell into a simple, borderline boring schedule of waking up together, cooking breakfast for each other, enjoying coffee and talking about life in the mornings followed by dinner and maybe a round or two of sex in the evenings.

After the first time, their intimate times were rarely ever so soft and mushy. Though just as passionate, they had gotten to learn a bit about each other's kinkier sides and learned to embrace that. They both were madly in love to say the least and nothing was going to change that, at least not for a while.

Things started going downhill the day Bambam introduced Jungkook to Cha Eunwoo, who was Bambam's best friend. They both had met each other when they were still trainees and had gotten along quite well. Enwoo was stunning to say the least, with his undeniable charm and drop dead gorgeous looks.

The three of them met over dinner the first time, Bambam having invited Eunwoo to join them. The whole time Bambam was laughing at Eunwoo's jokes and messing around with him. It wasn't like he ignored Jungkook though, he was too sensible for that. He included his boyfriend in every conversation and asked for his opinion on topics they discussed.

Jungkook didn't feel jealous during the dinner but he felt empty. Eunwoo was everything he wasn't and couldn't be. He was considerate, knowing Bambam's order by heart and ordering it for him, kind, caring and attentive. Jungkook felt all his insecurities bubble up from deep within.

None of them were like his old ones about not being good enought to be an idol or a role model. They were all about how he wasn't good enough for Bambam. He couldn't remember Bambam's favourite drink, he didn't know his favourite song, heck he even forgot his birthday once.

After a year and a half of being connected at the hip, he realised he barely knew anything about his boyfriend. Eunwoo on the other hand knew him inside out. He knew his favourite Backstreet Boys member and his biggest pet peeves. He even bought a small brooch for Bambam which had two snakes on it, his signature logo.

Jungkook thought day in and day out how Bambam would be happier with Eunwoo. The latter was single and looking for love, as he put it. Eunwoo even confessed to Jungkook about the crush he had on Bambam back when they were trainees when Jungkook and him were waiting for Bambam to get dressed.

Without trying to, he started growing distant with Bambam. He would stay late at the company practicing or producing even when his hyungs repeatedly told him to go home. He stopped responding to Bambam's texts and rarely ever took his calls. He started sleeping at the dorms some nights as it was closer to the company.

Bambam thought it was his fault that Jungkook was ignoring him. He tried to think of everything that happened over the course of the previous few months to figure out what he did wrong. When Jungkook stopped responding, he called Taehyung up to check on him every now and then.

Jungkook effectively stopped eating. He lost weight rapidly and barely had the strength to practice. He also didn't sleep because the moment he closed his eyes the thought of Bambam and Eunwoo together and that picture ate him alive. The members tried everything to talk to him but he shut them all out.

Bambam grew worried about his boyfriend. He crashed at Eunwoo's place for a few days as he hated how empty their shared home felt. The brought Cupcake, Latte, Pudding and King, his cats, over to Eunwoo's place and cried to him about how much he missed Jungkook.

Completely frustrated and angry out of his mind, Bambam walked into the BigHit biding and demanded that he be taken to Jungkook. Taehyung led him to one of the dance practice rooms inside the building before he gave Bambam a reassuring smile and left. Taking a deep breath in, he opened the door.

Inside he found Jungkook dancing to BTS's new song. No, that man couldn't be his Jungkook. The person in front of him was way thinner than his boyfriend. Dark circles sat under his eyes and his hair was flying everywhere. There was no passion in the way he danced, almost as if he was doing it because he was forced to do so.

Jungkook looked like a ghost to Bambam. He had never seen his boyfriend like that and it scared the daylight out of him. Jungkook hadn't yet noticed Bambam come in because he was absorbed in trying to get the moves right which he couldn't because he could barely move his body properly.

Bambam quickly snuck around the room and turned the music off, causing Jungkook to sigh and turn to Bambam thinking it was one the hyungs trying to get him to stop. He opened his mouth to say something but as soon as his eyes fell of his boyfriend, he stopped. He stared at the man for a solid minute before collapsing.

Bambam ran towards his boyfriend who's body crumpled to the floor. He held onto Jungkook as he cried for help as he tried to get him to wake up. Jungkook's eyes were shut and his body boneless and Bambam felt his eyes well up as he saw the state his boyfriend was in.

Why didn't he come sooner? Why didn't he take care of his boyfriend? Why didn't he notice that he was suffering? These thoughts ran around Bambam's head as he sat outside Jungkook's room in the hospital, waiting for the doctor to come out.

"Who are you?" The doctor asked and Bambam introduced himself as Jungkook's boyfriend. He asked is the man was fine and the doctor sighed.

"Mr Jeon was excessively sleep deprived, he was starving himself and over working which led to him collapsing. We will have to keep him here for a day or two but after that he's good to go. We need to make sure he rests and eats well but otherwise he should be okay" The doctor explained and permitted Bambam to go inside.

Bambam ran inside to see Jungkook staring at the ceiling quietly. The man dragged a chair near the bed and sat down, a sigh escaping his mouth. Before he could way anything, Jungkook spoke.

"Sorry" He wishpered, his voice broken. Bambam saw tears well up in his boyfriend's eyes as he turned to look at him. Jungkook looked like he have walked out of his grave. He was exhausted beyond belief and the only person he both wanted and didn't want to see was Bambam.

"Why? Why? Why did you do this to yourself? Why did you do this to me? What did I do wrong? Why were you ignoring me?" Bambam cried as he hit Jungkook's chest lightly with his fist. He felt so drained as he saw the suffering in Jungkook's face.

"You did nothing wrong, love. It's all my fault. It's my fault that I made you suffer, that I didn't think of you when I did this and my fault that I was never good enough for you" Jungkook cried as well, letting the weeks of anger and frustration seep out of him.

"What are you talking about? Who told you you weren't enough for me? You're my whole world, Jungkook. I can't live without you, you're my everything" Bambam's words just made Jungkook cry harder. He wrapped his hands around the silver haired man and balled his eyes out.

"No one said anything to me, Kun. It's just, when I met Eunwoo, I felt like he was everything you needed and deserved. I was no where as considerate, kind and attentive as he was. He even told me once that he had a crush on you and I felt like you two would be perfect together. I'm not good enough for you, Bam. You deserve so, so much better than me. I feel like I'm dead weight that's dragging you down. I couldn't even ask you out the first time, you had to prompt me. You deserve a man who knows you inside out, who buys you that Gucci jacket you wanted for your birthday and takes you out for a date not a man who completely forgets it. I was so lost in my own world of doubts and insecurities that I didn't realise that I no longer possessed the strength to look you in the eye and call you my boyfriend because I'm not worth it" Jungkook poured his heart out to Bambam once he was done crying.

Bambam looked at Jungkook as if he had lost his mind. He laughed out loud but those laughs quickly morphed into sobs and soon he was weeping. Jungkook held him close to his chest and wiped his tears away.

"Why are you such a god damn idiot? I hate you so much. Eunwoo is my best friend and he has and will never be any more than that to me. You're all I need and you're way more than I deserve, Kook. It's my fault if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough because lord I can't breathe without you. Seeing you like this is killing me on he inside. Please don't do this ever again. I love you so much I'll marry you right here, right now if you want me to. I don't care if you forgot my birthday. Do you remember why you did? You were busy with the comeback and wanted it to be perfect for me. There's nothing more I could want. If being with you means you and I becoming better people for each other, I'd happily have you forget my birthday. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you and nothing is going to come in the middle of that. " Bambam said between sobs.

Jungkook held Bambam's face and kissed him as tears ran down both their cheeks. It was as if Jungkook learned how to breathe again as his lungs burned due to the lack of oxygen. He didn't pull away till Bambam started whining. They looked at each other as if there was no one else in this world but them, here for each other.

Three days later Jungkook was discharged from the hospital and Bambam took him straight to his place. Both of them took a week off and Bambam got his cats and clothes back from Eunwoo's place. They spent the week cuddling and confessing their undying love to each other over and over again.

By the end of those seven days, Jungkook emerged as a normal human again. He had gained some colour back and most of his energy too. Fans noticed the difference quickly as he started posting on Twitter and going live more often.

Bambam stayed by his side the entire time, cheering him on. Both GOT7 and BTS had a successful comeback each and they were doing better than ever. But most importantly, Bambam and Jungkook were doing better than ever.

They communicated more and spoke their hearts out when something went wrong or they needed to let off some steam. Jungkook paid more attention to the little things and Bambam gave him more space when he needed it. They grew to understand each others insecurities and help when required.

Three years after they started dating, Dispatch released photos of them kissing and they decided it was time they finally came out to the public. Jungkook posted a picture of Bambam and Jungkook holding hands and looking at each other and went live on VLive to let the world know that they were in fact dating.

Both BigHit and JYP put out official statements confirming everything and although coming out as gay in Korea was difficult, it was well worth it. The fans supported their relationship and so did both the groups and the companies.

Six years after Jungkook met Bambam for the first time, he had to leave for his military service and he decided he wasn't leaving without handling some unfinished business.

Bambam came back home one day to see Taehyung dressed in a suit waiting for him. He handed the man a box and asked him to change quickly. Inside the box was a brand new, Gucci suit. Once he was ready, Taehyung dragged him to the car and started driving. Even after trying to figure out what was happening by pestering Taehyung, he had no idea where they were heading and why.

"Just trust me, Bammie. We're almost there" Taehyung comforted Bambam before stopping the car in front of the luxury mall Bambam visited often. They both stepped out and Taehyung dragged him to the Gucci store. Inside the store, the racks had been cleared and two dinner tables were set up, one small one with seating for two and a long one with seating for twelve.

"Kun?" Bambam turned to see Jungkook standing behind him with a huge smile on his face. He took Bambam's hand and guided him to the table before sitting down opposite to him. Once they were settled, the rest of their band members walked in and sat down on the long table.

"Six years ago I saw a man in this very store who absolutely took my breath away. He was the most perfect person I had ever met in my life. His name was Kunpimook Bhuwakul but he went by Bambam and honestly he was annoying as hell. But he turned out to be just the man I needed. Bam, I love you so much and I can't describe in words how amazing the last six years have been. I still remember the day I asked you to be my boyfriend and they day I first told you that I loved you. You make everything better and I can't imagine spending a day without you, let alone two years. I know that I've not been the greatest boyfriend in the world but I'd die for you if I had to. I remember the words you said to me that day in the hospital when I almost starved myself to death and now I realise, I agree with you. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side. Things will be hard along the way and I will be annoying as always and so will you but I can't imagine myself doing anything else. I love you with every ounce of my being and I want you to be my yesterday, today and tomorrow, forever. Bambam, Kunpimook Bhuwakul, whateveryour god damn name is cause I couldn't pick one, will you marry me?"

Bambam just nodded because his brain was unable to make cohesive sentences. Jungkook slipped the ring that he had gotten custom made for Bambam onto his fingers and pulled him into a tight embrace. The boys cheered and made a ruckus as they celebrated their best friends' engagement.

They spent the night drinking and eating and having fun together. Youngjae, Jin and Jimin tool turns singing cute love songs for the couple while Jaebum sang his iconic song 'Deeper' as foreshadowing for the activities that had been left for later that night.

By the time Jungkook and Bambam got home, it was almost two in the morning. That didn't stop them from falling into bed and peeling each other's clothes off. Jungkook made love the Bambam that night, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. They layed tangled in each others arms afterwards when Bambam finally spoke up.

"I don't know how I'll survive the next two years without you but I will and we'll get married the day you come back. The only sad part will be the crew cut you'll sport in our wedding photos, I like your long hair better" Bambam joked and placed a peck on Jungkook's lips.

"At least I'll have hair. I'm sure you'd have pulled all of yours out by the time I'm back out of loneliness" Bambam hit Jungkook on the chest for the comment and Jungkook just chuckled.

"Jungkook?" Bambam whispered.

"Yes baby?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, for the rest of eternity"

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jaehyeonsgf · 5 years

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Hey babe, I love your scenarios they’re amazing, I come to your blog to see if you’ve posted. Can I request a scenario with Jaehyun 17, 12 and 24.

12 : “whatever you have to say about me, say it to my face”

17 : “its like you’ve made it your sole mission to annoy me”

24 : “don’t underestimate me”

a/n : highkey wanted to write another fratboy!jaehyun, but I opted for idol!jaehyun and photographer!reader. hope you enjoy and thanks for your support :> it means a lot to me

warning : smut

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Landing a placement in SM Entertainment as a photographer meant that you’d have a stable income for the next few months, but it also meant that you find yourself in the company of a certain arrogant ass more often than you’d like.

Jaehyun is the hottest model currently and is making leaps and bounds in the k-modelling world, famously walking in the New York Fashion Week show, and he knows it. He knows that he is a big deal and he’s aware of how a single smile leaves a flutter of girls at his feet – that explains his bigger-than-his-wardrobe ego.

You wonder what would the public think of him if they saw what actually goes on behind the scene. They say that you should never meet your celebrities. That if you do, you’ll realise that they are nothing more than rich snobby kids, put together by absurdly expensive clothes, and that their personalities are nothing more than printed words, editing and a façade. You think that that is an accurate depiction of the contrast between the man you see in giant posters or interviews on The Late Late Show and the man that stands in front of your camera.

You come to the conclusion that before any fragments of Jaehyun’s true self reaches the masses, his management will be willing to drop large sums of money just to keep it all under wraps.

The fact doesn’t disappoint you that much, you’ve already gotten used to the reality. It simply means that you’ll have to suffer under his reign silently for the foreseeable future, or at least the end of your contract with his management.

It doesn’t stop you from bickering with him when he acts up though.

“B-but I thought you said these were okay to use!”

“That was a week ago but right now, I don’t think that they don’t look good enough,�� Jaehyun calmly answers, his eyes never leaving his phone screen. He continues to swipe through his Instagram feed and it does more to further annoy you.

You roll your eyes. You had pulled two all-nighters, editing photos from a Harper’s Bazaar Korea photoshoot, only to have it been rejected by him.

“Don’t you know how long I’ve worked-“

“You say that as if my job is that easy,” he quickly shuts you up.

You acknowledge that it’s not easy to stand in front of a camera and look as good as he does. There’s a reason that you chose a life behind the camera instead of in front of it. It doesn’t stop you from showing every trace of annoyance you have on your face.

His eyes glance up at you in the mirror and at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and tight lips, the corner of his lips raises into a smug look. He takes your silence as answer.

“Great. So I don’t see any problems with you choosing another set of photos and have them done by… Wednesday,” he arches a sculpted eyebrow up.

You open your mouth to argue that two days aren’t enough. His eyebrow arches further up.

You sigh and brace yourself for another sleepless night.

The next time you see Jaehyun, it’s at another photoshoot and you have half a mind to commit a felony right there and then. It doesn’t help that his stylists had all rushed down to MNET to help out a group of newly debuted group, leaving you all alone with him in a luxurious hotel room.

You wonder where did the professional model go because for whatever reason, Jaehyun is simply not delivering enough. Usually a few prompts are enough to get the shots of Jaehyun you needed – thanks to how his expression, gaze and posture all coming together in the perfect union. It’s one of the few perks of working with Jaehyun, shoots are usually shorter and easier to coordinate.

But not today.

Today, he’s no where near half his usual capability. Today, his concentration is fixated on something else, rather than his job. Today, you predict, will be the day he finally pushes you off the edge.

“Soften your gaze,” you demanded through clenched teeth for the third time in a row.

The gaze he gives you is instead one of frustration.

“Y-you know what, let’s just take a break,” he breathes out, lifting a hand to run it through his hair, only to stop midway when he realises that his stylists aren’t around to help him position each strand in its perfect position. His hand forms a tight fist as he lowers it.

You frown. The both of you only have the room for the next two hours and the fact that you haven’t exactly taken pictures – well, at least not pictures that can be published – bothers you.

“We can’t stop just ‘cause you aren’t feeling it, Mr. Hotshot,” you say.

“It’s not like we’re getting any work done anyways,” he throws you a pointed look, as if to toss the blame on you. And, as if his point isn’t clear enough, he chooses to add in, “Don’t underestimate me. The only reason I’ve gotten here today is because I’ve never taken a single day off.”

Your eyes widen in the rage. Who does Jung Jaehyun think he is? Who does he think he is to cast the blame on to you, when it’s clearly his fault? It annoys you to no end that he actually thinks that you’re the one screwing it up.

Yet you choose not to retaliate. At least you try not to. You breathe and set your camera down on the nightstand, trying desperately to stay calm. Your best friend had shared with you a breathing technique that was supposed to work wonders to calm yourself down and you try it. You recall the instructions and breathe in, holding it for a moment, then letting it go.

Still, it doesn’t stop you from mumbling under your breath, “It’s as if you’ve made it your sole mission to annoy me. It’s not even my fault.”

You hadn’t mean for Jaehyun to hear it, but he does. And it flips a switch within him and in one deft movement, he has you back against the soft white bed and pinned under him.

“Whatever you have to say about me, say it to my face,” he almost growls out.

Getting what he wants isn’t a matter of privilege, rather it was a given. More of a right than a blessing. His status meant that everywhere he went, there’ll be crowds of people following him around, taking pictures of him as he goes through his day. His popularity doesn’t end with the masses. Modelling agencies from all over the world are pining for him to sign contracts with them. So, it comes as no surprise when people start doing things just to please him, just to gain his favour.

Still, he can’t deny the surge of satisfaction he gets when he manages to force his way through life. And he feels it, looking down on your blushing face and eyes fixated at the window beside the bed, rather than him.

It is then that you make the mistake of tearing your eyes away from the window. Because when your eyes meet his, something dangerous transpires.

You gulp visibly and remind yourself. He is… a client.

It doesn’t stop you from kissing him back when he places his lips against yours. You sigh against his lips and relaxes your body. The kiss starts out slow but then it isn’t. It becomes clashing teeth and rough tongues that speaks of desperation.

He is a client but God, if you aren’t excited for what’s in store. It’s been awhile since you’ve last were intimate with anyone. That isn’t to say that you didn’t have your chances, the chances were there but you just refused them. Your mind was simply too preoccupied with Jung Jaehyun and his lists of unreasonable demands to do anything else – sex included.

You bend one knee up, slotting it between his legs, feeling the growing erection. You’re rewarded with a lustful moan. It sends shivers down your spine but you refuse to acknowledge just how angelic it sounds next to your ears. Instead, you lift one arm up, snaking it behind Jaehyun’s neck and up into his hair. They aren’t smooth or soft because of the amount of hair product in them, but it doesn’t stop you from tugging on it. Your other hand quickly undoes his button up shirt.

His hands don’t leave you alone either. He steadies himself using one hand to grip on the headboard, as the other slips under your shirt. His warm touch is enough for you to elicit a hiss into the kiss. His hand is everywhere, from your waist, to your hips and rests against your ribcage, caressing your skin.

“Your clothes,” he says when he pulls away from you.

The both of you are breathless and you just know that your lips are swollen red. You push him upwards, so that he is sitting on his knees and you’re sitting upright. It takes only a brief moment before you’ve gotten rid of your top and your pants, leaving you in a mismatched black laced bra and a white silk panty. He takes the opportunity to work on his own pants, quickly pulling it off so that he’s in his boxer briefs.

Within moments, both your bodies are again pressed up against each other. His lips wander across your jawline and works down your neck.

“Wait- Oh god…” You exhale shakily and turns your head one way to give him access to your neck. “Don’t-I’m!” you try to warn him about how sensitive you are along your neck but Jaehyun gets there first with his soft lips.

Your soft mewls encourage his smug smirk and he decides to treat you by generously littering patches of red and purple down your neck and on to your chest. You know that they’ll bruise tomorrow but you don’t care enough to stop him.

Then his body leaves yours again and, this time, you let a whine out.

“Hold on, baby doll,” he comforts, using the side of his index finger to lift your chin up so that you’re looking at him.

He uses his index finger to split apart your lips and in an act of seduction, you lick his finger. The act catches him off-guards but he lets you have his hand. You take his index and middle fingers into your mouth, slightly hollowing your cheeks as you suck on them, playing with them using your tongue.

There’s something at the sight of you with saliva dripping down your chin and mouth full of his fingers that turns Jaehyun on even more. So, he removes his fingers and, instead, pulls down his boxer briefs, letting his fully erect length spring free. You let out a shaky breathe when you see his size. He aligns it to your swollen lips.

“Suck on this instead.”

You get on your knees and obediently swallows him into your mouth. You feel his length hit the back of your throat and a single tear rolls out your eye. You steady yourself, one hand on his hips before bobbing up and down, letting him complete destroy the back of your throat. He doesn’t try to control his moans and it’s soon that your name is bouncing off the walls, punctuated with the occasional hisses.

It made you feel good that the Jung Jaehyun is at your mercy. This lasts for a mere moment because without warning, his hand is gripping a fistful of your hair, shoving his dick down your throat making you gag from the unexpected move. Your voice is muffled by his cock and he doesn’t notice how badly he is wrecking your throat.

Your salvation comes the moment he pulls out and orders you to get on your hands and feet. You obey, sticking your ass high up in the air. This is the moment that you’ve been waiting for.

“You’re so wet for me baby doll,” he breathes against your warm core as he pulls your panty off of you.

A whine leaves your lips because you know the exact smug expression he has on. “H-hurry up.”

“Impatient,” he comments but is quick to reach over to, what you think is, his wallet.

But your hand flies out, stopping him. You’re already dripping in desperation and the longer you waited, the more it felt like torture. “Don’t… I’m on the pill.”

The way lust rolls off your tongue is enough to stop Jaehyun and his grin widens upon hearing the fact. It takes him less than a second before he slides himself in you and it makes a sinful sound.

It’s been a while and you’ve totally forgotten how amazing it is to feel completely filled. You sigh in pleasure. Jaehyun makes an equally loud moan, fingers lightly digging into your hips. The pleasure of your walls clenching so goddamn tightly around him is enough to overwhelm him and he almost comes, but controls himself. He steadies himself, letting you adjust to his length. It’s only when you desperately started grinding down on him that he starts thrusting into you.

He reaches forward and pulls your head back by your hair and his other hand reaches forward and grips tightly around your throat. He wastes no time and starts moving his hips, with each thrust comes quicker than the next.

In a blur of strained moans, desperate whimpers and gasps, Jaehyun keeps up with the brutal pace and nothing stops him. Not even as you came undone under him, shaking and shivering, yelling at him to stop, only for the moans and whimpers to completely fill your throat. Quickly after your first orgasm, the overstimulation builds up your second orgasm and this time, the knot is wound tighter. It only when you feel him coming into you that it snaps, bringing you into your second orgasm. Even then he doesn’t stop, until his creamy white cum seeps out of your drenched pussy.

He pulls himself out of you, taking a moment to take it just how absolutely ravaged you look. Hair in a mess, eyes glossy with tears, cheeks and chest flushed, your lips are slightly parted and there’s saliva leaking out of it, and the way his cum overflows out of you. It almost enough to get him in the mood for round two.

But it’s been a while for him too and he’s tired. So, instead he collapses beside you. You’re panting and take a moment to catch your breath.

But the camera by the nightstand is a reminder to yourself, the purpose of your visit to the hotel. And you pick it up, carelessly snapping away photos of Jaehyun, with his hair in a mess and his shirt unbuttoned. He lets you.

And when those photos finally come out, a month later, it surprises you that the public enjoyed the look almost as much as you do. So much so that his stylists don’t question why his hairstyle is different and why his lipstick has turned much redder.

Jaehyun invites you over to his house that night to celebrate its success – this time you make sure that your lingerie matches.

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #jung jaehyun #nct smut #jaehyun smut #mine #requested

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nympsycho-ao3 · 4 years

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DID YOU SEE THAT NEW 6TARO/4TARO FIC BY STARBOYPLATINUM ON AO3 YET? Fuckin’ good shit right there gd

you know, i havent. this one? might not be the right one but this one intrigued me so here we are.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23973151

so i opened it up and read the tags and decided to liveblog my reaction to reading it here.

first reaction is “oh boy, piss” and then “Oh boy cockslut jotaro” and then...

curry udon sounds pretty good

i would pay so much money for daddy jotaro to do my laundry holy fucking shit

lemme google pocari sweat real quick. sweet it’s japanese gatorade

dr daddy kujo contact name i am WHEEZING

imagine whipping your cock out and pissing from your snake skin PANTS

oh my god he even shakes it to get the last drop off i love this so much. im not into piss sexually but this is absolutely hilarious to be and also hot what is going on

damn 6taro be hydrated

their dynamic is incredible. i like how it’s not acknowledged that they’re even the same person? so far? lol

dfw you see your daddy’s phat piss-dripping cock and you run to ur room and cuddle ur dolphin plushie that ur daddy bought u

he’s kissing it holy fucking christ he is KISSING the dolphin

....cetacean companion... is genius fucking writing....

he cummied on the cetacean companion

holy fuck kujo leaving the door open on purpose is so fucking funny and hot

hey jotaro i feel you i wouldnt want my stuffed animals watching me jerk it every time my daddy goes piss either

he owns a BAR is this gonna have... boozey sex.... omg... maybe... ill still be happy without it but thats big bonie and also lots of piss

DILFY SILVER FOX OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOO

you know i would totally go to this bar just to give this sexy man my money. he doesnt even need to make me a drink ill just slide him my debit and tell him to put whatever he wants on the tab.

“perfect fourty-two” lmao ok i totally fall victim to this too but 42 isnt like, silver fox territory. its so tempting to do with jotaro tho. maybe he goes grey early lmao. god he’s hot teasing like this all loud and shit god damn.

DADDY’S SPECIAL BABY BOOOOOY

phallic drink mixing is excelelnt and my boner is here for it i LOVE

yes please get jotaro on his knees some more... damn...

this is intensely arousing and incredibly well written. jesus christ the absolute smackdown that jotaro gets, trying to get an ounce of power, only for it to be taken back by the smug and sexy kujo is exhilarating.

oh my god is this the beginning of a piss fetish? is this is? is this who i am? im big bonie rock hard i want daddy kujo to piss in my mouth wtf

kujo literally pisses the ocean

love love love how the author acknowledges that a guy stopping mid stream is “herculean” but fuckiin writes him doing it ANYWAY the fucking balls... who cares its porn god bless kujo’s piss stopping abilities. taint of steel.

the dialogue in this is like, palpable

do any of you have any fucking idea how much money i would pay to have daddy kujo’s piss soaked precum-oozing cock slapped across my cheek??? like??? thank you starboyplatinum sm...

“you only call me that when you want something” what a hot and visceral line. this dialogue cannot be matched.

thank you for reminding me that he’s wearing snants

ARE YOU CRYING? I CANT TELL WITH MY PISS ALL OVER YOUR FACE????? OH MY GOD??? LINGUSITIC..... GENIUS this should be a lyric in a song

i cannot even handle this right now. jotaro steals his underwear im legit gonna nut to this

THERE IS A CAMERA. IN THE DOLPHIN. RED ALERT RED ALERT SOUND THE FUCKING SIRENS god thats so god. that crosses into yandere territory for me. imagine crazy-ass dilftaro giving you a stuffed dolphin so he can watch you jerk it oh my fgodd

oh it was a joke ahahhaa well, im not deleting that still good

HUMP HIS LEG HUMP HIS LEG YOU SILLY LITTLE BITCH COCKSLUT yes

step on my bladder and wring my piss out like a gogurt, daddy kujo

aw i like that he knows he wont hurt him. too much.

oh my god he’s making him go out like this holy fucking shit

hnnng the way he grabs his hand when he tries to wipe his face hnnng such an amazing detail/choice

that fucking authors not at the end is fucking real and really relarable. like holy shit this fic converted me im gonna make my man piss on my face fucking shit jesus christ

Easily one of my favorite reads in a very long time. Wow, this was just fucking filthy and amazing. i really loved everything about it and im surprised at that, I thought i would have to overlook the piss but now i embrace the piss. piss embracers unite. god bless you starboyplatinum holy fucking shit you magnificent word wizard, you.

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jamaisvu002 · 5 years

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Particular taste - SM

A/N: I wanted to write this for the longest time and now it’s finally done. I’m all about tipsy, flirty Shawn and this is my version of it. Comments are always highly appreciated, so feel free to tell me what you thought!

Thanks, @coveredinpoutine for helping me with the idea and create the plot. Also thanks @siennarossi & @mendesoft for proofreading it and supporting me with the idea since I was a bit unsure about it and now after talking to them, I feel a lot more confident about posting it. ♥️

Warnings: Alcohol & drug use ( weed )

Word count: 4K

The signature black skinny jeans and dark button up with the sleeves neatly rolled up. Dark messy curls that were slicked back apart from one curl that had a mind of its own. He was sitting on the bar stool leaning against the bar with his friends. They all saw how he had been staring at you all night from the minute you had walked in. They took turns on telling him to go for it, but he just sat there with a drink in his hand, while the other kept wandering around, dangerously close to his crotch. His eyes were almost black and full of lust as they remained glued to your body and you loved it. Every second of it.

Your curls were a sweaty mess as you kept swaying your hips to the beat. You made sure to bite down your lip every time you looked at him. It was almost like a game to you to count how many drinks it would take for him to join you. He was almost done with his second one when your friend returned from the bar with a round of shots.

“Really Meg? More shots?” You asked and rolled your eyes. The other girls just grabbed the shots and downed them in a matter of seconds.

“They offered so why not?” She answered gesturing towards his friend group. As you turned to look back at him he had a shot in his hand as well. He looked at you and mouthed “cheers” before downing it. It wasn’t long until one of his friends put another on his hand and he downed it as well. You took your shot and grabbed the tray from Meg’s hands and walked towards the bar. You set the tray on the bar counter next to him and suddenly all their eyes turned to you.

“Cheers lads, but we are big girls. We can buy our own drinks.” You smiled kindly and turned to walk away. You heard a couple “oof’s” as you made sure he had a good glimpse of your backside whilst walking back to the dancefloor.

You felt the shot kick in and even though you hadn’t drunk that much you suddenly felt like a different person. You didn’t only just hear the music but felt it in your body. Almost like every single cell wanted to just dance. You stopped thinking for a second and just let your body move to the music. For a moment you had no idea where your friends were or if the guy was still looking at you and it didn’t even matter.

As you got back from your high your eyes started to scan for him. You turned around hoping to find his warm eyes but you couldn’t spot him. The stool where he sat before was now empty. You scanned around the club to find him and saw his friends sitting on a booth near the bar. He wasn’t with them anymore.

You looked around the bar once more hoping to find him but he was nowhere to be seen. As you turned back to look at his friends you felt someone behind you. They were standing really close, so close that you could feel their breath on your neck. As you were about to turn around and see who it was you felt fingers trail up from your elbows towards your neck. The fingers brushed your hair away from your neck and suddenly you felt their hot breath against your ear.

“Are you looking for me?” A voice said playfully and you knew exactly who it belonged to. His voice sent shivers down your spine and it was even sexier than you had thought. You looked back at his friends and they were all looking at you with huge ass smirks plastered on their faces. His hands trailed down to your hips and stopped there. You felt your skin burn under his touch and leaned back since you didn’t quite trust your legs anymore. Your back pressed against his front and suddenly your whole body was on fire. His masculine cologne lingered in the air and you thought you were going to pass out anytime.

“I chose this next song for you.” He suddenly whispered in your ear again. The tip of his nose brushed against your ear and you couldn’t help but bite down your lip as the shivers took over your body. As the song started playing you started moving your hips to the beat. The song choice made you smile since the lyrics were way too ironic. You slowly started moving your whole body to the rhythm. He responded by tracing his hands around your body and moving side to side following your hips.

“You have a good taste in music, Casanova. Who would have thought.” You pointed out and heard him chuckle in response. He knew exactly what he was doing and it showed.

As you got more comfortable you pressed your backside harder against his front and felt his hands glide down the sides of your thighs. You don’t know if it was the alcohol or simply just his presence but your whole body was on fire when you felt his hands on you.

You felt his hot breath against your shoulder as he pressed his lips against the bare skin and moved up towards your neck. You tilted your head to the side and gave him full access while closing your eyes and enjoying the euphoric state your mind was currently in.

“I could tell how much you loved having my eyes on you this entire time.” He said into your ear and pulled your body closer to him. You felt something press against your ass and smirked to yourself. You grinded on him and made sure to feel his ever growing erection. You dropped down low on him whilst moving your hips and felt his hand brush over your breast as you went down slowly.

As you got back up he grabbed your hips and pulled you back against his crotch. You leaned your head against his chest as you felt his hips move in sync with yours never breaking the contact. You placed your hands on top of his and traced your fingers up and down his arms. He lowered his head down and you felt the familiar hot breath against your neck again.

“You sure as hell know how to move that body of yours. Look what you are doing to me.” He spoke again with a raspy voice as he pressed his now hard erection harder against your ass. You let a moan escape and bit down your lip to prevent more noise from coming out.

He grabbed your hand and spun you around so you could finally face him. His eyes were soft and the red on his cheeks was sexy and adorable at once. He ran his hand through his messy curls and placed it back to your hip. His sweaty chest was glowing under the flashing lights. You opened one more button on his shirt to reveal more of his bare chest.

You placed your hands on his stomach and bit down your lip again as you stared at his tall, hot figure. The smug smile on his face made your legs weak. You felt his hot skin through his shirt but decided it wasn’t enough and slipped your hands under the damp shirt and let your fingers wander around his middle. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back in pleasure as your fingers traced against his bare skin. He took a deep breath and grabbed your face between his hands.

“I have been wanting to do this all night. You make me fucking crazy.” He stated and mashed his lips against yours. The kiss was full of passion and you could still taste the liquor on his soft lips. His hands lowered down to your ass as you placed yours around his neck. He squeezed your ass gently and you moaned into the kiss. You felt him smile in the middle of the kiss and knew he was pleased about your response to his actions.

“Asshole.” You murmured into the kiss and he chuckled again. After making out for what felt like half an hour you needed to catch your breath, so you moved your hand back to his chest and gently pushed him off. You were both catching your breaths, almost like if you had just run a marathon.

“Oh shit, I need a drink.” You admitted and started walking towards the bar. He grabbed a hold of your hand and walked closely behind you in case you’d try to run away. As you got to the bar you leaned your hands against the counter and wiped the sweat off of your forehead. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle. He leaned his jaw on your shoulder after first kissing the skin gently. His body was still moving softly to the music while he hummed along to the song that was currently playing.

“Can I get some water, please?” You asked while signaling to the bartender. As he handed you the drink you downed the whole glass at one go. The cold water felt amazing as it ran down your throat slowly cooling down your insides. You placed the glass on the counter and placed your hands on top of his and swayed your hips slowly to the song.

“Come to my place with me, please?” He suddenly murmured in your ear and placed another kiss on your neck. As much as you loved having his lips on your neck you had to try and think straight.

“You don’t even know my name!” You protested while chuckling at his request. He tightened his grip around you and nuzzled his face into your hair to muffle out his laughter.

“It’s Y/n. Jackass.” You noted and turned around to face him. That annoying smirk was once again plastered on his adorable face.

“I love when you talk dirty to me, Y/n, but it’s Shawn.” He corrected proudly with a smug smile. You just shook your head in return and crossed your arms. He snaked his arms around you again and pulled you closer, that smile never leaving his lips as he looked into your eyes.

“Shawn, are you coming out for a smoke?” Someone yelled suddenly from behind you. Shawn looked at them and then back at you. He was biting his lip trying to figure out what to say.

“Eh, do you wanna go?” He finally spoke, still biting down his lip nervously.

“Sure I’d love a smoke.” You answered with a smirk. He raised his brows at your answer and nodded his head as a response to his friend. He grabbed your hand and escorted you out through the sea of drunken people. When he opened the doors to the rooftop, you felt the fresh air hit your face and you felt like you could finally breathe properly. The chilly night air felt amazing on your skin.

You walked towards the last table that was near the edge of the building. Instead of sitting down you walked towards the railing and leaned against it. The city lights and the illuminated CN tower created a breathtaking view. Not that you hadn’t seen it before but it was just one of those things you’d never get tired of.

Not even a minute passed until you felt his hands snake around your waist and his lips on your shoulder.

“Isn’t it beautiful”. You asked quietly with a sigh. He tucked your hair away from your neck and you felt his familiar hot breath against your ear again.

“Yes, you are.” He whispered and traced his lips down your neck and back to your shoulder, pecking it gently once more. Your whole body was tingling under his touch and no matter how badly you tried to deny it you kept wanting more.

Something about all of this, with him, felt right but at the same time, it was too good to be true. You wanted to just give in to him and enjoy it but that would make you vulnerable and it was something you couldn’t handle, not with him. Going home with him would be an act of weakness and it would allow him to use you for his own needs. You weren’t just going to be another stop along the way on his journey. You just wanted to have a little fun and get him to dance with you. You weren’t even sure if he was going to join you, but the fact that he had and had also kissed you made all of this a bit harder since it had completely changed the game for you.

“Let’s go sit down, eh?” He asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You nodded your head and walked behind him to the table were his friends were sitting. Since it seemed to be a bit crowded around the table he offered you a seat on his lap and you agreed without hesitation.

“Are you cold?” He asked gesturing towards the small blanket that was hanging on the back of the chair. Before you could answer he grabbed it and laid it over your shoulders. He snaked his other arm under the blanket placing it around your middle.

“Thank you.” You whispered and gave him a slight smile. He returned the smile and tightened his grip around your waist. He sure as hell wasn’t making this easy for you.

“So, lovebirds. Are you sharing one?” One of his friends asked while holding a joint. You turned to Shawn hoping he’d answer for you.

“Yeah, we can share.” He said and grabbed the joint from his hand. He lit it up and took a hit. He tilted his head back and exhaled the smoke upwards. Even him doing such a simple thing as smoking a joint made your blood rush and you couldn’t help but bite down your lip while admiring him.

“I’m sorry my best friend took so long to grow a pair of balls to come and join you back there.” His friend suddenly remarked gesturing his hands towards the inside. You couldn’t hide the giggles as you felt Shawn’s shift uncomfortably under you. His cheeks turned slightly red and he quickly looked away.

“At least he wasn’t too easy. That would have been boring.” You noted with a smirk. You heard Shawn chuckle behind you while his friend just laughed. Shawn handed you the joint and placed both of his hands on your hips.

“Feisty, I like it. I’m Brian by the way.” He said and took a sip of his drink.

“Y/n.” You answered and took a hit from the joint. The familiar feeling of relaxation slowly took over your body. The tension disappeared and you felt more alive. You knew you had to turn him down somehow but at this moment it didn’t seem important anymore. You took a couple more hits and handed it back to him. You were afraid if you’d take more you’d change your mind.

“So Y/n, how would you rate Shawn as a kisser from 1-10?” Brian suddenly aked while wiggling his eyebrows. Shawn almost choked on his joint and started coughing. You found the whole situation hilarious and started giggling again at his reaction.

“Umm… I’d say a solid 9.” You smiled. “It wasn’t too sloppy and he didn’t try to force his tongue down my throat. I would have liked a little tongue action though so hence the 9 instead of 10.” You added biting your index finger. Brian laughed again while Shawn’s cheeks turned red before hiding his face into the crook of your neck.

“Man, this one’s a real keeper.” Brian burst out between laughter. You couldn’t help but laugh too as you gently played with Shawn’s curls while he was blowing raspberries on your neck. You bit down your lip again as he slid his lips up to your neck towards your ear. The tip of his nose brushed against your earlobe and you felt his familiar hot breath tickle your ear.

“Maybe I’m saving that tongue action somewhere else for later.” He whispered while his hands squeezed your sides gently. You tensed up and took a deep breath pressing your back against him. You felt like you were going to pass out if he kept talking like that.

“Have I mentioned how good you smell?” He asked while sniffing your neck and tickling your skin with the tip of his nose.

“No, you haven’t but I’m well aware.” You answered and turned to look at him. He brought his gaze up to meet yours while he kept brushing his lips along your shoulder. The sly smile on his lips made your cheek heat up. He chuckled again quietly and pecked on your shoulder again.

“What happened to your friends?” Brian asked suddenly interrupting your moment as you both quickly turned to look at him.

“Oh umm.. Meg is actually my neighbor and I just tagged along with her and her friends since I didn’t have anything better to do.” You explained while shrugging your shoulders. You felt Shawn shift under you uncomfortably and turned to look at him. His face was slightly red again.

“Um, I’m sorry, I need to use the washroom.” He said while running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh. Yeah, of course!” You quickly stood up and he followed your actions. He spun you around to face him and grabbed ahold of your waist.

“Please don’t disappear while I’m gone.” He whispered quietly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You just nodded in response and he smiled and started jogging towards the door. You watched him disappear into the mass of people before you sat back down.

It would have been the perfect time for you to escape but something kept you in place. Even though you felt nervous and maybe even a bit scared you mostly felt curious. Wanting to know more and see more because something inside of you thought that it could have been more than just a hookup that he was after. The way his friends were acting signaled you otherwise. They didn’t even look at you and the only one who had been talking to you was Brian. Maybe this was something he did often so they didn’t even bother to get to know you cos they all knew how it was going to end.

You were still sure about not leaving with him cos it would be a mistake. He thought that he had you wrapped around his fingers and to be honest he almost had but you didn’t let that happen. Teasing and having fun was all fun and games and you didn’t mind that but taking it further than that would just create unnecessary feelings and then it would turn into something very complicated. For him, it was something he was used to but to you, it would mean crossing the line.

“So they aren’t going to miss you?” Brian spoke again interrupting your thoughts. He seemed very sincere and nice. He had this look in his eyes as if he was trying to make everything easier and less awkward for you. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was something he was used to do.

“No, they know I’ll be fine on my own.” You smiled kindly. He returned the smile before turning back to his friends. You grabbed your phone and opened it and saw a new message from Meg. Letting you know that they had left already and wished you good luck with the mystery guy. Instead of answering her you considered about ordering an Uber. Before opening the app you looked up to see if Shawn was anywhere to be seen and sure enough he had just walked through the door.

He thanked the person who held the door and gave them a warm smile. He placed his other hand into the front pocket of his jeans while the other swayed back and forth effortlessly in a steady rhythm as he walked back towards the table. He was looking down at his feet as if he was worried he’d trip over. As he got closer he lifted up his gaze to look around the terrace before locking eyes with you. The sweet smile that formed onto his lips woke up the butterflies in your stomach.

For the first time that night his gaze didn’t feel intimate. It felt soft and genuine and you were able to notice his adorable lazy eye. Earlier his eyes were dark brown and full of lust and now suddenly they were hazel and filled with warmth and kindness. You didn’t know what had happened while he was away but at the same time, you were scared to find out.

Just before he reached the table you heard someone call his name and he stopped on his track. He looked to his left at this guy that was walking towards him. They shook hands and hugged and from his smile you could tell it was someone he knew quite well. The guy seemed to be a bit older than Shawn. He was around the same height but his hair was lighter and much longer.

Suddenly Shawn was pointing at the table you were sat in and the guy followed the direction of his hand. He noticed you were looking at them and turned to Shawn to say something and you could see him wiggling his brows as Shawn’s face turned slightly red again and suddenly found his own shoes more interesting than the conversation. After talking for a while they hugged again and the guy walked inside.

As he reached back to the table you got up to give him the seat back. Instead of him sitting back down he stepped closer to you and put his arms around your middle pulling you closer to him.

“I don’t want to force you into anything but I really don’t want our night to end here.” He spoke softly, eyes never leaving yours. You placed your hands on his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt.

“I- I don’t know Shawn.” You said and bit down your lip nervously. You saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes but knew he wasn’t going to give up on you that easily.

“I’ll make it worth it. I promise.” He said and started to lean in for another kiss but you turned your face to the side and his lips met your cheek instead. He leaned his forehead against yours and you turned back to look at him.

“Aw, no more kisses?” He said with a pouty lip. You just smiled shyly and shook your head in response. He chuckled slightly but you could still see the disappointment in his eyes. He didn’t feel defeated yet but he was starting to lose hope.

“I’m just not the type of girl you think I am, Shawn.” You pointed out while running your fingers gently through his hair. You then placed your hand on his cheek and carefully caressed the soft skin with your thumb. He looked confused and a little hurt but you knew it was the right thing to do.

“I’m sorry.” That was all you could say. You kissed his cheek softly and turned back to the table. They were all looking at you as if they had heard the whole conversation you two just had. You ignored the stares and looked at Brian with a sigh and he gave you a reassuring smile.

“It was nice meeting you, Brian.” You told him before you started walking towards the door. You felt Shawn’s eyes on your back until you disappeared into the sea of people.

You didn’t know it would actually feel that bad to turn him down, but you knew he was just looking for someone to sleep with for the night and you didn’t want to be that person. Especially when he seemed like someone you could actually fall for. Hurting him felt like the better option, instead of letting him use you for his needs since you knew that would only end up hurting you. It was better this way, he’d find someone else who was willing to fill his needs and give him what he wanted.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fic #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes blurb

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lazyneonrabbitt · 6 years

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Scales. [Pt.2]

Sweet Pea x Reader [Pt.1]

Soulmate AU: When you meet your soulmate, you grow your own unique, fantastical body part (hooves, antlers, feathers, etc). At that point, no one (including you) can see it. But once you and your soulmate gain a mutual interest, everyone’s- and your own- wondrous quirks become visible to you. You have finally been able to see your (insert peculiarity). But you don’t know how you got them, because your SM has an incredibly discreet one that you simply have never noticed.

"I'm happy with this, Sweet Pea. But what's the plan now?" "I don't know. Continue this at my place?" He asked smiling as you both got up to leave.

After paying for your orders you left for Sweet Pea's place, walking through the trailer park and staying close to him, holding his hand. You got some looks from people outside their trailers but everyone always quickly went back to minding their own business when they realized they were dealing with Sweet Pea. "Don't worry, they won't bother you. You're with me." He reassured you as you turned the corner. "So you're like, what? My personal bodyguard now as well?" You both laughed at the comment while you were led up the small steps to Sweet Pea's front door and walked inside.

You kind of expected the place to look like a typical teen's room, a mess of clothes and books, maybe some snacks, but this actually looked pretty neat.Pillows were neatly places in the corners of the couch, a blanket nicely folded on one of the armrests and school books stacked on a corner of the table. "You like the place?" He saw you looking around and taking everything in, nodding yes with a smile on your face. "It's really nice, Sweets." Of course it still had signs of someone living here, like empty cans on the counter and dirty dishes in the sink. "My grandma likes to drop by unannounced so I try to keep it nice, she helped me get this place so it's the least I can do." You just couldn't get how a tough guy like him could be so adorable and sweet, but honestly you didn't mind not knowing, the way things are now were totally fine with you. You got some drinks and sat yourself down in the living room, turned on the TV for background noise and continued working on your English project some more, writing down some basics about the Serpents like their rules and how people could join them, making plans on who to talk to for some info about how things went back in the days.

After working for what seemed like hours, but was probably a lot less, the two of you kept getting more and more distracted by the TV and agreed to stop. Sweet Pea got up to grab more drinks and came back with a six-pack of soda cans, put them on the table and dropped himself down on the couch next to you. "So, you got to ask me all kinds of things. But now it's my turn." On your English project list you wrote down some of your hobbies that he wanted to know more about. Showing him some photo edits you did for family and friends with their traits, telling the story behind every single one. He loved listening to you talk on and on about this thing that made you happier than anything. "It's true what people said. It's really like a whole new world opened up when I first saw people's traits." The smile you wore hadn't left your face during the entire conversation. "There's so many different ones, mom's antlers are so much prettier than I could ever edit them! And I now know why Jughead never takes off his hat, he has adorable black, floppy dog ears." You giggled at the mental picture and got Sweet Pea to laugh as well. "Damn, I have to see that." He joked as he tried his best to stop laughing at the idea.

You both got taken off guard when the TV suddenly started the night program started playing. You groaned at how terrible it all was as Sweet Pea dove of the couch to grab the remote and turned off the TV and you two sat there in silence for a moment. "We need a movie. You have any suggestions?" Sweet Pea said after a while."I don't know, what are you in the mood for? I can't imagine you like Disney moves and that's kind of everything I watch." Sweet Pea thought for a moment and turned to you. "Are there any ones I really have to see in your opinion? I think I'm good with anything."

You grabbed your bag and dug around for your laptop, plugged in the charger and turned it on, waited for it to start up and open your movie files. In the Disney folder was an entire list or movies, sorted alphabetically and all had the year of release behind the title. "See anything that sounds good to you?" You asked, motioning him to take a look and pick something.He scrolled through the names, all the way down and back up, down again and all the way back up. And down again. And back up again and he just groaned and sat back on the couch. "Damn. Why is this so difficult?" "So you give up?" You wondered. "Yeah I do. I have no idea what they're all about! Picking something on the title alone almost always ends in me watching terrible movies with friends." He explained and went back to looking at the list, turning the screen towards you. "You choose." He stated. "At least you know what's fun to watch." You scrolled through the list and ended up stetting up The Emperor's new Groove. "This one never gets boring, you'll love it." You said, but turning back to face Sweet Pea, you only saw and empty space on the couch and herd rummaging in the kitchen.

After a while he came back with two bowls of snacks and some more drinks. "You may know what movies to watch, but I know how to watch them." He stated with a smug smile that you could only respond to with a laugh. "That made no sense, Sweet Pea. Come here!" You reached out to grab some stuff from his hands and put it on the table. When everything was set up, Sweet Pea took the laptop and put it in his lap and the two of you enjoyed your movie until you started getting tired and slowly started moving further towards Sweet Pea and eventually ended up snuggled into his side.

By the time you woke up the movie credits were rolling and Sweet Pea helped you sit up again, talking about how he clearly misjudged Disney movies and that they were actually pretty fun to watch. You let out a sleepy laugh, "So we'll be watching more Disney movies from now on?" Your voice was groggy and you kept yawning so Sweet Pea agreed to get you to bed. "You'll get the bed, I'll take the couch. You probably need more sleep to make it through a school day than me." He offered you one of his shirts to sleep in and gave you some privacy to change, when he came back to make sure you were comfortable you grabbed at his shirt. "Stay, please?"

It took some time but you managed to convince Sweet Pea to stay with some soulmate talk that he apparently was a huge sucker for. You had already turned away when he got into bed but quickly turned back to curl into his side and cuddle. "Sweets?" You had your hand on his chest and it didn't feel like either cloth or skin. "What exactly is your trait? You never showed me." He took your hand off his chest and turned away to switch on the lights, sat up against the headboard and pulled down the covers to his waist. "You know," You said, sitting up with him. "It's really fitting, with you being a Serpent and all."

His entire torso was covered in large areas that looked like there were snake scales underneath his actual skin. "Wait, you like it?" He was honestly surprised. "I'd be way happier with something else." He admitted as he laid back down and pulled up the covers again. "What, no! You look amazing." You joined him under the covers and cuddled up against him, tracing the scales with your fingers. "I love you, Sweets. Scales and all."

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Wrong side of the tracks pt5

Pairings: Jughead x reader, Ryan x being rude Warnings: issues of abandonment, swearing, arguing, mild violence (like super super mild barely even violence), mentions of blood and the cleaning of blood//cuts, fluff. Mentions of alcoholism and abuse (no description of both) A/N: oh you guys, you guys, you guysss things are kicking offfffffff. I think my writing and layout have already improved (at least I hope so 😂). This part is eventful to say the least. I finally wrote from Y/N POV and we learn a lot about Y/N that Jug is yet to know because of it. I'm thinking of writing smut in the next part but I'm still undecided. I think the idea of an Ace writing smut is hilarious and I don't mind doing it, I just can't promise it'll be any good hahahaha. Enjoy and dont forget to leave your feedback. REQUESTS ARE OPEN P.s (()) means it's me speaking,I'm using my phone so can use italics or bold. Excuse mistakes I thinkin irish. ---------------------------------- Y/N POV Oh god I wanna punch his stupid smug face. “You're not my brother. A brother wouldn't have done what you did.” my tone was sharp and brash. Good. “Listen Y/N I'm not here to talk about what you think I did or didn't do…” “DID! IT WAS DID! DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TRY AND PLAY IT OFF LIKE YOU DIDN'T ABANDON ME WITH OUR ALCOHOLIC ABUSIVE MOTHER! YOU ABANDONED ME! JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!” i screamed my heart out, if this hadn't been the Southside the neighbours would have called the cops at the sound of the shouting. “I'M YOUR BROTHER, BLOOD IS BLOOD” he retaliated loud and sharply. “I HAVE NO BROTHER!”. I must admit he did look hurt at this. Good. He stood up and walked to meet me face on and although I wouldn't admit it and it's not like he had done before, I was afraid he'd hit me in that moment. I moved back to put distance between us, playing it off as I just needed to take off my coat “I.did.what.i.had.to.do.to.survive.” he bit out. “Did it have to be surviving without me?” my voice was more shaky than I had wanted it to be. Damn it. “Just get out.” “Kitty..” “YOU LOST THE RIGHT TO CALL ME ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY NAME THE DAY YOU LEFT. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” my voice came back to me with vengeance, without even thinking I threw the mug on the side table at him, narrowly missing his head. DAMN IT!!!! “JESUS CHRIST KITT….Y/N! Alright I'm going I'm going. I guess you don't want to know about your precious Jughead than” oh my god I'm going to kill him. I'm going to go to prison for manslaughter….no no I'm going to go to prison for murder. God damn him for trying to use Jughead to manipulate my emotions. God damn me for buying into it. Ryan moved for the front door, stepping over shards of mug as he went. “what….what about Jughead” i stuttered. DAMN IT Y/N! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! He pushed down the door handle and smirked “you'll find out soon enough and I won't be there to pick up the pieces” “you were never there to begin with.” that was a kick in the teeth. Even though it was hard to admit, before my dad died, Ryan was there for me but after. Never at all. “I may have not been there for all of it. But you can't say when this is all done that i didn't try and keep you away from him and him away from you.” “if he's so terrible then why are you trying so hard to get close to him” it was a genuine question. “cause I'm a snake now, and soon he will be too….and besides it's easier to get revenge when you're close to the person you want to hurt. Keep your friends close, enemies closer and all that.” And he closed the door and once again walked out of my life. I dropped to my knees and cried. Cried because he had left again. Cried because he was tormenting me with Jug and I was allowing him to. Cried because he was going to hurt Jug. Cried because pieces of mug were piercing my legs but mostly cried because once again Ryan hadn't admitted or apologised for what he did to me. He walked out on the Eagles, he walked out on the family, walked out on me. 3rd Person. Ryan was upset with the events that had unfolded but not upset enough to do anything about it. He looked at his clock. 8.30, wow a whole half hour screaming. He sat in his car and closed his eyes wanting the situation to disappear. He stayed for a little bit. Simultaneously. Jughead POV I stood on the curb, gear bag in hand. Betty flew off the handle and threw me out. Rightfully so. I am a terrible human being. I ruined something good in my life for the chance of something better that may never happen. Idiot. I walked along the main road to the southside, over train tracks and around potholes. Riverdale had come to life on the bitterly cold Saturday morning. It seemed like years ago that I sat at the waterfront with Y/N talking about nothing in particular and happy in doing so. I couldn't do that with Betty….at least I hadn't been able to for awhile. *sms: Y/N/N : hi y/n/n...hope you got home okay. I was wondering if I could come over for awhile, Betty kicked me out….it's a long story I don't really wanna get into it. My foster parents aren't expecting me back till tomorrow and I don't need the excessive questions, would it be okay if I stayed with you till tomorrow? I understand if it's a no. Xx -7.57am There I go again with the stupid Xx, she's going to think I'm in love with her or something….am I? I continued walking aimlessly in the direction of the centre of the southside. I didn't actually know where Y/N lived so I thought that'd be a good place to start. I reached there in 20 minutes, feet aching and eyes tired I checked my phone, still no reply. *sms: Y/N/N: hi y/n/n I really hope you're alright...sorry for asking if I could stay and sorry if I possibly made it really awkward...that's my style I guess haha sorry for saying sorry again please don't hit me - 8.30 Wow that was lame, wow I regret sending that, wow Jug you're such an idiot. *sms:Jug: Sorry I took so long. Yeah you can. I'll pin the address there xX- 8.34 SHE SENT THE XX TOO! Maybe she does like me?! Maybe she does want to be together?! Okay juggy okay calm down she hasn't proposed yet, take a breather. I followed the directions to a block of gated apartments. I found her number on the buzzer and pressed it. As I did a car buzzed open the gate and drove out. It was Ryan. He looked upset. I turned my back to shield my face as I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate me being here. At all. In fact I think he'd kill me. The gate protecting the path clicked open and I slipped inside before Ryan could see me. I knocked on the door and stood back a little. The door opened slightly at first with the chain in place. A sheepish y/n stood peeping out. She looked like she had seen a ghost. I hated seeing her this way. She closed the door again and I heard her slide over the bolt. She ripped the door open and ran into my arms. I dropped my bag in shock and I just held her. She was slightly shaking in my arms but I held her tightly and she soon stopped. I loved being this close. She left my arms and I instantly felt empty. Y/N bent down and picked my bag up, hauling it inside. She gave me a weak smile that broke my heart and nodded slightly telling me to come in. As I stepped there was a crunch under my feet. I looked to see shard of what I presume was a mug or a plate all over the plush cream carpet. I looked at her shyly and she returned the same look, closing the door as I stepped further in. The place was a small open plan apartment but covered in all her belongings and I loved it for the reason alone. This apartment was her. I turned and looked at my new landlord properly for the first time in proper lighting. Her eyes were puffy and red like she had been crying, the ends of her shorts were stained red from the blood coming from her legs that were covered in little scratches and one deep gash still producing a steady flow of blood. I had no idea what to say to her. I stepped closer to her and pulled her into me again. Holding her I rocked her back and forth for a few minutes . We had both clearly had an eventful half hour. Reluctantly I pulled out of the hug and picked her up in my arms as she wrapped her wounded legs around my waist, only releasing her grip as I propped her down on the kitchen counter. She looked and searched deep in my eyes. “I’m..I'm not going to ask you what happened….I want you to tell me when you're ready.” she gave me a small nod and an even smaller smile. I took paper towels ((in ireland we call it kitchen paper but I digress)) and a small bowl of water. I knelt down till I was level with her knees. I began to clean her wounds, feeling her flinch as I removed small shards from her legs. As i cleaned her wounds i felt her warm gaze never leave me. I put my hands on her knees as I gently pushed up until I was eye level with her again. Her eyes were glossy but still as beautiful as ever and I could stare at them all day. She leaned in closer to me and I could feel myself do the same. We did this till finally our lips met. Euphoria. ----------------------------- Teehee. Well?

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