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beautifulfuckup99 · 9 months

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since you do SMUT, I must have a min Yoongi 1-sh0t. I'm BEGGING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It'd be my pleasure! Lol

Title: Making it official

Warning(s): D!rty talk, Curs!ng (A lot of F-Bombs dropped), Dom!Yoongi, Public S!x, Unprotected S!x (Be safe, guys!), Sp!ting in mouth, Breed!ng K!nk, and some A!r Play K!nk

Author's Note: Read at your own risk. You have been warned! Lol!

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“This... Is nice.” You say gently as you sit across from Yoongi. The restaurant you two were sat at was a laid-back BBQ one and it’s clear, Yoongi had probably used Jin’s knowledge of food to pick this place out.

Actually, it’s clear Yoongi used MULTIPLE people’s help to plan this out for you. You eye Yoongi a bit closer. He’d been away on tour for so long that you had gotten used to only seeing him on your phone screen.

“Really? You like it?” He asks as if relieved, and you hum gently. This was awkward. It had to be though. Last time you two had spoken was right after hooking up for the first time...

You told him that a FWB arrangement just wasn't for you, and that you wanted something more official, but... Yoongi was scared. Scared of how toxic ARMY members would treat you. Scared that the public eye would scare you away. So, you two agreed to just stay friends. And then he ran off to tour.

But here he was now. Taking you off to Hawaii for a mini birthday vacation. And it was amazing. Because it wasn’t him. This wasn’t something he’d normally do. But he was doing it for you. And that had to count for something.

“Hey. Remember what we used to do?” Yoongi asks finally as he finishes his third drink of the night.

You pause at the question and eye his wicked smirk, trying to ignore the fire that it so effortlessly started in your core.

“We used to do a lot of stuff...” you tease, acting neutral on the outside. Yoongi laughs softly and blushes a bit at the innuendo.

"No. Dirty." He snorts humorously. "Follow my lead." He says just as a waitress walks over.

“Refill?” She asks and Yoongi smirks and nods. “Um... why not. It is our wedding night after all.” Yoongi says casually and the waitress pauses.

“Wait, really?” She asks and you stiffen a laugh, catching on instantly. Oh god. Not this same trick! Yoongi and you loved doing this at restaurants because it always ended in you getting something for free. You used to do this a lot as teenagers, and the fact that even now, in all of his much-deserved fame, he still remembered it? It just showed nothing had actually... Changed between you two.

“Yup! Went to the courthouse today...” You play along and the waitress gasps happily.

“Oh! Give me one second.” She says fast before rushing off.

You turn to Yoongi and shake your head playfully. “You’re still just as sneaky as before.” You tease and Yoongi laughs. “What? Me?!” He gasps playfully.

You hum. “I said what I said...” you laugh softly, giving Yoongi soft eyes.

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After getting your dinner for free, and an expensive wine bottle that’s also on the house, you two decided to head back to the hotel that night and wash up for bed. Yoongi had booked one room with two beds and you had shrugged it off, thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Yoongi showers first as you take off your jewelry and heels, and wipe off your makeup. When he comes out in boxers and a shirt, you slip past him, ignoring the way he eyed you.

The tension between you two was clear all day. At breakfast, at the beach, during lunch, afterwards when you were tanning by the pool. And again, at dinner. You could tell Yoongi was holding back on something.

The shower is nice and hot, and you wash every inch of yourself before getting out. You throw on a robe and walk out of the bathroom. Yoongi is already sat on the edge of the bed, watching you.

“Go ahead. Spill it. Whatever’s got you thinking so hard.” You say finally with a soft chuckle.

He presses his lips together, as if thinking about how he’s going to phrase the next few words before giving up. Instead, he looks at you, eyes soft and colored dark. You pause. You know that look. He’s giving you those eyes...

You blush almost instantly. “You..." You shift a bit but stay in your spot by the bathroom. "Now, Mr. Min Yoongi..." You mutter, deciding to tease a bit. "Are you giving me bedroom eyes? Huh?” You joke with a snort, trying to make light of this situation, but your heart is practically racing in your chest.

“Can we?” He whispers softly, voice deep and calm, as he looks up at you some more, rubbing his hands on his boxers slowly. You shift a bit. Could you? Could you actually break your promise to yourself and give in?

You shift the weight from one foot to the other. “I... I don’t know. Will tomorrow be the same?” You ask gently as you cross your arms around yourself slightly.

“I don’t think so. Because tonight, I... I wanna...” He takes a deep breath. “I just wanna claim you.” He finally says, honesty plain as day in his tone. It makes you blush. You stand up straighter too, in hopes that fixing your posture would stop you from melting to your knees the second his eyes roam your body and his tongue pokes out to lick his lips.

“Claim me?” You whisper, trying to play it off like it's the cringiest thing you've ever heard.

He nods slowly. “The way a wife should be claimed...” He whispers softly, referring to the restaurant game you two had just played earlier this evening. You snort at that.

“Oh? Wanna play married couple?” You try and joke, but your small smile falters the second he looks at you, completely serious. It makes you take a pause.

“And..." You hold yourself. "How... How should... A wife be claimed?” You finally ask, slightly giving in to the fantasy. The stare down you two were having was an unbreakable one. One that told more words than what you were actually speaking. He needed you. You could see it clear as day. And it made you whole body heat up...

“Like it’s the most important thing to me. Like having your body to myself is... Just as necessary as the air that I breathe.” He says. You swallow a bit.

“You’ll have to show me how it’s done.” You finally say, voice soft and coming out as a whisper, as if you were being squished by the tension in this room. You needed actions though. No more words. You needed to see him actually claim you. Actually say you were his. Not just a friend who he’d sleep with once when the alcohol kicked in.

He slowly stands up from the bed, and walks over to you, causing you to back yourself up against the wall. His hands start to roam your sides. His fingers worm their way into undoing your robe as he watches your face with gentle eyes, as if waiting to see if you'd stop him.

You don't.

You watch him as your breath stays stuck in your throat, and he pulls one hand away from your robe tie to place on your cheek. He strokes his thumb back and forth across your cheek bone, and his other hand tugs at your tie, causing your robe to fall open. He gives you one last look, silently asking, and you nod at his silent question. He slowly lowers himself on to his knees and you look down at him with your cheeks bright pink.

“I’ll only ever kneel for you.” He admits quietly before grabbing your hips to kiss along your stomach. Your stomach flutters at that, and you look down at him with a soft giggle. “You’re… you’d never have to kneel for me...” You try as you run your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

“Well, how else can I feel you on my face?” He asks simply as he keeps eye contact with you before lightly grabbing and moving your leg over his good shoulder. He kisses and bites down on different parts of your inner thigh, just enjoying the feel of your soft skin against his lips and cheek. You gently run your fingers through his hair and hum, head falling back against the wall, feeling at peace. “That feels... so good.” You sigh.

He looks up at you. “It should...” He whispers before slowly licking along your wet slot tenderly. You shiver slightly.

“I-It should?” You whisper.

“Mm... You taste so good...” he mutters against your pussy before sucking softly on your clit, rubbing his tongue on the tip of your clit as he sucks and holds it between his lips. Your back arches and you cry out softly, hips rolling against his mouth as you grip his hair as if holding him in place.

He picks you up and practically sits you on his shoulders as he moans against you, lapping at your pussy more eagerly now.

“O-Oh my god! Sh-Shoulder...” You gasp, instantly worried about hurting him. He pulls back and smirks.

"Any pain I get will be well worth it." He whispers before sucking hard on your clit, causing the curling heat in your stomach to get stronger.

“So pretty...” Yoongi breathes out right against your pussy before he dives right back in to eat you out, looking up at you. His eyes roll back slightly as if tasting you was his ecstasy.

He slurps at your clit before tongue fucking you, using his nose to nudge at your clit. You’re pressed against the wall with his face pressed against you and he’s using a free hand to touch himself as you leak on his face.

You feel every moan and groan he lets out as he focuses on your pleasure that was obviously giving him pleasure. Your back aches and Yoongi pulls back only a bit, a thin line of your wetness or his saliva connecting your pussy to his slightly puffy lips.

"Look at me." He orders and you pant hard, looking down at him instantly, feeling completely worshipped. You shiver slightly when you see him palming his cock through his boxers. Your cheeks flush deeply. “My god...” you groan at the sight.

“That’s right baby. I'm your god now. Say my name. My beautiful wife...” Yoongi taunts against your clit. It twitches at the vibration.

“Hm, fuck... Y-Yoongi. Call me your wife again,” you pant, body shaking slightly at the vibrations.

“My wife. My perfect fucking wife...” he moans before tongue fucking you faster as you begin to tremble. Your eyes roll back, and you cry out.

“I need to cum,” you call out, loudly. Your head falls back, and you hold his hair tightly to hold him deeper against you.

“Cum. Cum on my face. Oh, baby. My baby. My wife.” Yoongi pants breathlessly. Your back arches and you cry out loudly, eyes fluttering as you cum against his face. Yoongi licks it all up and then sets you down before yanking the tie off of your robe.

Your legs are trembling as he wraps the tie around your neck like a leash. "Get on your knees." He orders against your lips and you smirk, taking this as a chance to prove you were just as good as him.

You get on your knees in front of him and focus on trailing your tongue along his hard bulge through his boxers, reaching up to grab at the hem of them only to feel a tug on your new leash. "No hands." He growls, completely serious. You blush hard and hold your hands behind your back as he makes you look up at him.

"Open." Is all he says and you open your mouth, tongue falling out to hang outside of your mouth. "Fuck. Why do you look so prefect like that?" He shivers softly before using one hand to free his already fully hardened length.

You drool at the thought of it sliding into your mouth, and when he hits your tongue with it, you moan. God it was hard and heavy. And from the sight of pre-cum on the tip, you knew he was more than ready for you to return the favor.

You try wrapping your lips around it, but he hovers it above your mouth, tauntingly. "Beg." He orders, stroking his length slightly, lazily gathering more pre-cum at the tip.

"Please. Please. Let me taste it..." You pant, mind fully gone at this point. All you wanted was him at this point. Nothing else mattered.

"You're so hot..." He pants softly and leans down to kiss you, sucking softly on your tongue as you moan. He pulls back and spits the mixture of his and your spit back in your mouth before reaching two fingers into your mouth to rub it into your tongue and push his fingers down your throat, causing you to choke. More drool drips down your face and he rubs it in, moaning at how wet your mouth was for him.

He yanks at the tie around your neck, pulling your head closer to his cock, that's now twitching in anticipation. You moan excitedly and hold your mouth open as he finally slides the first two inches into your mouth, moaning in relief.

It eggs you on to keep going. You suck him off sloppily, working more as a vacuum cleaner than a person from how fast Yoongi was bobbing your head up and down his hard shaft. He moans loudly and looks down at you, his tongue slowly poking out to lick his bottom lip, giving out a breathy chuckle. "You drive me crazy..." He pants.

You moan against his shaft and the vibrations run through his dick. "Oh fuck..." He gasps sharply. "You take it so fucking," He pauses to pull your head further down to see how deep he could go. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat and gag, eyes watering as you hear him moan louder, so you focus on breathing through your nose. "G-Good! Good... Good girl..." He gasps out. He lets go of your head and you back up to breathe fully, trying to catch up on your breathing as your heart raced and the ache between your legs returns in tenfold.

He grabs your chin and leans down to kiss you deeply. “I want you. So bad...” He whispers against your lips before moving to kiss and bite along your neck. He then stands up and yanks at the tie around your neck. "Crawl." He smirks and you blush hard, feeling embarrassed, but doing as he said. You couldn't deny it anymore. You loved this new side of him...

He leads you outside, on to the balcony, and picks you up in an instant. He presses you against the railing. You hear the sounds of the ocean and feel the cool island night air against your hot skin since your robe is hanging on your shoulders now. Yoongi grips your ass and holds you against his crutch, you feel his cock pressing against your slot and whine softly as you grind your hips against it, causing him to groan. “You’re soaking me so fucking good...” He pants as he grinds against you.

You pant hard, head rolling back. That's when it all comes back to you. The reality of your current situation. You look around with wide eyes. “O-On the balcony?” You squeak in surprise.

Without missing a beat, Yoongi slides his tip into you, causing you to melt into a puddle of hurried pants and soft gasps. “I wanna make sure you see stars.” He whispers against your open mouth as he takes his time slowly sliding into you. “You feel me, baby?” He whispers as you nod hurriedly.

"M-More. More." You beg fast.

He smirks and shoves the rest of the way inside of you, causing you to moan loudly while he bites back his own sound of pleasure. "Getting a little loud there..." He taunts and you shiver.

“Of course, I am! You're... You’re so big...” You moan out as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Mm... All fucking yours, baby...” He shivers, blinded with lust.

“Oh fuck.” You groan as you arch your back and start to grind your hips with his cock deep inside of you, moving with your hips. You angle your hips and moan, head rolling back as his tip finally hits that good spot. "Ri-Right there!" You practically plead as your arms go around his neck so you can dig your nails into the back of his shoulders.

“Oh fuck...” He hisses at the scratching. He fucks you harder and reaches up to grab your neck. “You’re so… fuck, you’re so fucking good. So sexy...” He shivers. You hum happily as he grabs your neck, and groan.

“How often did you think about this? Railing me... For everyone to see?” You pant. “Did it get you through tour?” You whisper in a taunting tone as he fucks you rougher.

“So. Fucking. Often.” He grunts through each thrust he gives you. “Almost every fucking night I thought about you.” He pants and hits your sweet spot relentlessly. It's like an endless wave of pleasure, only building higher. A loud moan escapes you before you can stop yourself. “Put on a show, baby. Get fucking loud.” Yoongi growls in your ear before he smacks your ass hard. Your head falls back now, not caring that you were so vulnerable on the railing, because you knew Yoongi had you. You just cry out for him, loudly, calling out his name repeatedly into the tropical night air.

“That’s my good fucking girl. You like being fucked? Hm?” He taunts as he makes you look at the stars by holding on to your hair. They just seem to get brighter with the pleasure. You two were up on the 18th floor and the air just felt thinner up here. You felt higher here.

“God, yes! I fucking love it! Fuck me! Own me!” You call out, not caring about modest behavior anymore. You felt so... Needed at this moment. It was a struggle to keep your eyes focused, let alone open. You were definitely seeing those stars now.

Yoongi pulls out of you and before you can whine about your pussy walls clenching against nothing, he turns you around, so you’re bent over and holding the railing. He starts fucking you faster from behind as he grips your hips harder. You know there’ll be a bruise tomorrow. But you don't care. You can't care. Not now. Not with this being the best pleasure of your life.

With a hand entangled in your hair, he pulls your head back and starts whispering in your ear that anyone can look up at you at any moment and see you getting fucked. That this is how he was claiming you. You were his. Anyone that saw you two would know that. That he was taken. His hand stays tight around your hair while the other one moves to rub your clit.

You fuck your hips back against him, moaning at the idea of people seeing you being so unapologetically his. Your eyes roll back and with no warning, you didn’t trust your voice anyways, you cum on his cock and hand, making a drippy mess.

“Oh, you really like that, don’t you...” Yoongi moans happily, not letting up. Something in him just needed to have you. Fully. He pulls you right against his chest and kiss along your neck. You whimper at the relentless thrusting. This time, it's slow and purposeful, like he was using your tight walls to jerk off his throbbing member. “Say. It.” He orders in your ear.

“I like it! I love it! I-I’m so fucking wet for you!” You practically purr and turn your head to bite down on his pulse point to stay quiet. He moans at the pain. “F-Fuck… Fuck, I’m going to cum...” You whimper against his skin. His neck has a deep bite mark in it now. You can't help but find it beautiful on his skin.

“Beg.” He grunts out, making you look at him as you feel his cock swell inside you. He was so close.

“Please. Please... Yoongi...” You beg quietly, so close to creaming his cock. He spreads your legs more, so your pussy is on display, and he rubs your clit fast and hard as he fucks you right against the railing now. The cool metal of it is pressed against your sweaty skin. It felt so good...

Your back arches and you moan his name in his ear, cumming again. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes, Y/N..." He gasps out as you milk his cock. "I’m gonna breed you.” He growls, deciding in that one moment that he had to make you fully his. It makes you giggle, sex drunk by now.

“Do it… fucking do it!” You moan eagerly. He gives a few more pumps before shooting his load right in you. You barely have time to enjoy the feeling before he's picking you up.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He grunts, blinded by lust. You squeal as he carries you inside the hotel room.

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“Do you think someone caught us?” You whisper as you rub his shoulder lazily.

“And if they did?” He snorts and you chuckle.

“You wouldn't wanna deal with management.” You try, voice soft and slightly distant. You only come back to the reality of you laying in this bed with your best friend when he holds you more firmly.

“I’m a grown man, Y/N. Life is so short. Being scared that I can get in trouble for loving you? It’s not fair to either of us.” He whispers gently. You pause and look up at him.

“L-Love?" You blush hard. He chuckles.

"I’m done trying to please people. I want you.” He says as he gives you a look of adoration. It makes you blush. Yoongi grabs his phone, and you pull the sheets up to your nose.

“What are you doing?!” You giggle and Yoongi hums.

“Giving everyone the heads up...” he says simply.

He takes a selfie with your hair sprawled over his face and chest. Your face is not in the photo though. He posts it on to his Instagram with the caption: “Just me and you🖤”.

It makes you cover your mouth and stare at him in awe before you kiss him lovingly.

“Thank you...” You blush before hugging him tighter. He laughs and shies away as you roll on top of him to kiss all over his face eagerly.

#bts #bts army #bts fic #bts imagine #bts suga #min yoogni #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi #yoongi imagine #suga imagine #suga x reader #suga smut #yoongi smut

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loud-sturniolos · 25 days

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Soulmates, pt.1

A Matthew Sturniolo fic✨

Summary: Your best friend/roommate is an influencer and decides to throw a huge party, parties aren’t your thing, but what happens when a familiar boy stumbles into your bedroom?

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, swearing, mentions of doing drugs/getting high, reader and Matt smoke, a few uses of Y/N

Tropes: Age gap (2 years), slow burn romance, friends to lovers, possible forbidden love(toxic fans), soulmates(obviously)

A/N: I’ve had writers block for AGES so this may be bad😞 I’ve also never written a series sooo..

11:00PM, 8th May

The party your roommate had been planning for weeks was now in full swing, lots of influencers, big and small, scattered across the large house. The music was blasting, everybody was at least a bit tipsy, and a few were getting high, including your roommate.

You decided it was a bit too much, so you slowly shifted your way through the hundreds of drunks and headed upstairs to the third floor where your bedroom was located, and where nobody was meant to be. Of course, a few people were up there making out, but not many.

Opening your bedroom door, you headed in and shut it behind you, then quickly changed into something more comfortable rather than your tight dress and heels. You made your way towards the bathroom attached to your bedroom, grabbing some wipes to scrub off your makeup.

You’d only had about 2 drinks, you weren’t drunk, but definitely a bit tipsy.

As you finished wiping off your makeup for the night, you put the wipes back into a drawer then went back into your bedroom, over to your nightstand to get out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, before walking over to your window, climbing out of it and settling yourself onto the roof.

As you carefully placed the cigarette into your mouth and lit it, the familiar burning sensation now in your throat, you looked up at the peaceful night sky, the only sound being the muffle of music from the party.

Taking out the cigarette and blowing out the smoke, you heard a small click of your bedroom door being opened and closed. Confused, you turned to look and saw a familiar YouTuber, Matthew Sturniolo, now stood in your bedroom.

Your eyes tracing carefully over his figure, whilst his eyes traced over everything in your bedroom, then your eyes met. A shy smile tugged at the boys lips, “Sorry.. I know people aren’t allowed up here, I just needed a quick break.” he said in a slightly awkward voice, making a small smirk creep onto your lips. “s’fine. You can come sit here with me,” you offered, opening your window more and signalling for him to come sit on the roof with you, “Only if you want, though.”

Matt happily obliged and made his way over to your window, slowly climbing out of it and sitting on the roof 2 feet away from you. Glancing at the lit cigarette between your index and middle finger, he watched as you placed it between your plump lips.

“You got another I could have?” He abruptly asked, making your eyes dart back towards him, before you nodded and handed him your pack of cigarettes and lighter. Your eyes were completely fixed on his slender fingers as they pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, before cupping his hand at the end of it to block the slight breeze as he lit it.

“You’re Matt, right? One of the Sturniolo triplets?” You asked, earning a grin and nod from the brunet. “Yup. And you are?” “Oh, I’m Y/N.” “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He muttered under his breath before taking another drag of his cigarette, smirking as he watched your eyes widen ever so slightly once you had comprehended what he said.

“Soo.. where are your brothers?” You queried as curiosity got the best of you, but you only managed to earn a shrug from the boy.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, until Matt finally spoke up again, “What’s your insta?” You quickly pulled out your phone after stubbing out your cigarette on the roof tiles next to you, scrolling to find Instagram before showing him your profile. Matt smiled and took out his own phone, looking back and forth between the devices as he typed out your username before clicking onto your profile and following you back. And then it was back to comfortable silence.

It was now around midnight, you and Matt both looked down off the roof to see a lot of the party starting to leave as the music quieted down. As you opened your mouth to speak, you were cut off by an obnoxious yell of Matts name, presumably from one of his brothers wanting to go home.

Matt looks towards you, “That’s me, I guess I’ll see you around?” “Or you could text me later?” you reminded the boy as he started to climb back through the window and into your bedroom, hearing a slight giggle escape his lips as he remembered he had your instagram now. “Yeah, I’ll text you later then.” He restated before gently grabbing your hand to help you back into the room, you stumbled slightly and fell against his chest before quickly regaining your balance. Neither of you stepped backwards as your eyes trailed up his neck, to his sharp jawline and cheekbones, before landing on the smirk thats plastered on his lips. Just as you go to speak, yet again, you’re cut off by an obnoxious yell of Matts name, now closer you could tell it was Chris.

Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully towards his brother, before letting go of you and, without another word, leaving your bedroom, only leaving you with a wink before shutting the door.

A/N, again: uh, idrk what to put, tell me if you liked this ‘cause I’ll probably make a pt. 2😻 I’m going to London tomorrow (i js realised it’s tomorrow jesus christ😟) and the drive is like 4 hours so I’ll probably post the part 2 at some point tmr🤗

You can send me requests in my asks or messages, I’ll write pretty much anything!

tags:: @junnniiieee07

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pythonees · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MAKEUP WIPES — xavier thorpe

A/N: it's short and sweet and cute cute cute. also makeup wipes are not good for your skin babes don't use it

Xavier loves to watch you do your makeup. It doesn't matter if you do something fast and simple or your going all out on a look that takes hours. He will sit through all of it.

If you're the type of person that gets up at the ass crack of dawn you better fucking believe he's sneaking into your room to watch you do it. Doesn't matter where your room is located, top or bottom floor. He will be there so long as you want him to be. He just loves spending time with you in any way he can.

Sometimes he'll bring a sketchbook and draw you while you're doing your makeup, wanting to look back on the adorable look of concentration whenever he wants. Other times he's just watching, asking questions about what your doing and how things work. You happily tell him everything he wants to know, glad that he's taken an interest in something you like to do and isn't annoyed by the time you take getting ready.

Eventually he watches you enough times that he feels comfortable enough to ask if he can do your makeup for you. He knows how to handle paintbrushes, so he figured it's the same thing.

It's absolutely not.

He's used to working on a flat canvas, not on the curves on a face. So he works really slowly, hands a little shaky because he really really doesn't want to hurt you. That's the last thing he ever wants to do.

After everything he does he's shoving a mirror in your face so that you can check over his work, a wide smile on his face when you tell him he's doing good. You have to force yourself not to smile back, not wanting to crease any of his hard work before he was done.

The first thing he does is your foundation, which comes out flawlessly, like, way better than you have ever done before in your life. It's smooth and blended to perfection in a way that you didn't think was humanly possible. When you tell him as such he blushes a cute pink that you wanna feel on your lips. But you hold off, sitting still and letting him do his magic.

Contour and blush is also perfect, making your face come together better than you have. This he somehow takes longer than the foundation, tilting your face this way and that, trying to find the best spots to put them on you face. Again he shows you his work. He smiles when you tell him it looks amazing.

He does your eyeshadow in an array of colour that bring out your eyes beautifully. They seem to flow and sparkle when you look in the mirror, the colours super pigmented and without any patchiness. He moves onto your eyebrows before showing his work again. By this time your roommate is awake, used to Xavier being in the room by now. She says she wants him to do hers next.

The liquid eyeliner is one he makes you do on one eye, watching avidly as you easily apply it. It's usually what you wear everyday, not one to bother with eyeshadow when your just going to class all day. So your confident in your strokes, painting on a solid black wing that isn't even a millimetre out of place.

He takes the bottle from you gently, dipping the wand into the pot to pick up more of the inky black liquid. It takes him a while to even touch the brush to your skin, and after having to convince him four times that it's an easy fix if he messes up, he finally starts in on your eyeliner.

It feels funny against your skin, the tip tickling you from how lightly he's pressing it to your skin. But you don't say anything as you sit as still as a statue. You don't want to discourage him or make him any more nervous than he already is.

After an hour or so of pampering from your boyfriend, he finally holds the mirror up one last time, and you find yourself speechless. You've never had your makeup done this well in your life, and you've had it professionally done for your cousins wedding. It's perfect for your face shape, blush and contour done in a way that looks natural while defining your bone structure.

You go the whole day feeling like your on the top of the world, a pep to your step as you make your way to each of your classes. Every time you see Xavier you're all over him, smothering in kisses as a thank you in the time you have before you have to split up again for your next class. Your friends tease you for your overt display of affection, but you couldn't care less. You just want to appreciate your talented boyfriend.

Not only does this boy offer to do your makeup, but he'll also offer to take it off for you too. He will hold your face so gently as he wipes your face, laying down with your head in his lap. You can feel all the love he has for you with every swipe of the makeup wipe, unbelievably tender as he glides it over your skin. The whole time he does it he has such a soft look on his face it makes your eyes water.

You don't cry, though, you just smile back at him and hope that he can see all the love you have for him, too.

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

#xavier #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday #Ꮺ. my work

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8aji · 1 year

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We need to hear your shin hc!!!! What you write abt him it’s always so good >_<

a glimpse of a relationship with shinichiro sano...

a/n. very self-indulgent + i went all in with these TT i got so excited and im sorry it took me so long to post !! i wanted to perfect them as best as i could !! i had so much fun writing em as well and im so down to do more of these ngl. a part of me thinks i should do a more neutral layout for my fics or hcs as well LMFAO BUT ANYWAY !! i hope yall enjoy :D

Loves it whenever you ask for his help to put sunblock on your back; it's a way to show he cares + a mild form of intimacy. Will literally melt when you help him do so in return; borderline squealing, he loves the feeling of your hands against his skin.

Learns your skin care (+ makeup) routine down to a T. He’ll hand you your serums and moisturiser and any other product that you use all in perfect order while he does his own routine — the one you designed and he enthusiastically learned.

On that same note, he loves it when you help him do his skincare. It relaxes him to feel you lather his face with moisturiser and serums and sunscreen and whatever really. He can't help but hum in satisfaction and close his eyes as if he could fall asleep with him standing up between your legs while you sit on the bathroom counter

Loves when you curl his lashes. Ik a lot of people don't think much of it but for me curling someone's lashes requires a lot of trust and can be a very intimate moment between people. Youre letting someone else get up close and personal to you and use smth that looks like a torture device close to your eye. But anyway, he loves the way you hold his face in place, gently yet firmly before using the curling thingy; is amazed by the result as well, princess lashes look pretty on him — I think he's got fairly short lashes ngl

I think he loves being taken care of because he’s used to always taking care of people. Of course this doesn’t mean he doesn’t like taking care of you. This mf ADORES doting on you. Will literally go above and beyond to make you happy and fulfil any sort of need you have. One of his love languages is definitely acts of service.

Whenever you are too sleepy/drunk he’ll wipe your makeup off and do a fast version of your skincare. He knows it's important to you so he’s happy to help. Plus, he’ll gladly play along to your booze induced rambling. He still blushes at the memory of you drunkenly mumbling about ‘asking him to marry you someday’

Whenever you buy a bag of gummy bears, he eats the gummy flavours you don’t like. I think it’s cute. You don’t like the blue gummy bears? he’ll happily eat those without a complaint. And whenever he grabs your fave flavour by mistake, he’ll just put it back without you noticing

Always, and I mean ALWAYS, enthusiastically agrees to go to the store with you. Even if you’re just going to a corner store to buy a bag of chips. He’ll go where you like tbh, as long as he’s with you

On that note, he loves going shopping with you. Idc what anyone says, Shin is the perfect designated bag carrier. Is happy to follow you into any store and look at as many things you want. The only “downside” is he genuinely thinks everything looks amazing on you so if you are indecisive or want an unbiased opinion he isn’t your guy; in those situations he just nods because you’re so pretty, you should get anything you want.

Will blush if you take him underwear shopping. Still follows you inside and gives his opinions when asked, even if they consist of ‘I think you look really pretty in both :)’ while he sports a blush and a lovesick smile.

Aside from the designated bag carrier, he’s also designated swatch palette. Perfume? Makeup? Skincare? Wall paint? He offers his arm any time you want to try anything. Its a very endearing sight tbh, Shinichiro with a thousand lipstick stripes on his forearm with his hand in yours.

Even in cute family outings with his siblings and you, he’ll be the one to carry your bags. And the breathing swatching palette act is even more adorable when you have a grown ass man following his s/o and little sister around a makeup/skincare store so they can use him as a canvas. At least his enthusiasm makes up for Mikey’s bored groans and disgust over dramatic complaints whenever he sees the two of you kiss or hold hands.

Shin doesn’t care tho, he is and will always be a hand holding enthusiast. Sometimes he even swings your interlocked hands back and forth to make the two of you giggle. He can’t help it that he loves how your fingers fit so nicely against his; he likes having you close whenever possible.

I was at the beach while writing this so forgive my biases but — one of his fave things about summer is going to the beach with his friends and then falling asleep on top of you after swimming in the sea. The two of you are still in your wet swimsuits, hair dripping with salt water and enjoying the feeling of the water droplets cooling the skin of your chest and arms after being exposed to sun. His cheeks are smushed against you, forming a pout on his lips while he hugs your torso; bonus points if you brush your fingers through his hair while he drifts off, smiling at you and your friends chatter.

He is a bitch for getting called pretty.; gets all smiley n sometimes shy. Won’t outwardly ask for you to compliment him but is a sucker for those. It doesn’t even have to be about his physical appearance, although those def have a positive impact on his self-esteem. It makes him feel appreciated in a way.

So the way he shows his love is through quality time and acts of service, but he likes receiving words through words of affirmation, touch and quality time — IMO, ME THINKS

And like everything in life, a lot of my hcs are up for change BECAUSE i'm indecisive <3

#shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro headcanons #shinichiro hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs #tr hcs #tokyo revengers fluff #shinichiro sano fluff

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gowonders · 6 months

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lucid ♥ j.js

minors dni with this post!

warnings: not proofread, english isn’t my first language, makeup artist dom!jinsoul, fem idol!reader, sorta manipulation into consent, jinsoul is implied to be older than reader, sweet names (sweetie, doll, baby), jinsoul has a maam kink, oral (jinsoul rec. + reader rec.), reader is kinda inexperienced but she’s a natural luckily!, reader has mommy kink hehe, degradation, thigh riding, cursing, climax denial, reader gets fucked with a makeup brush ☺️, lmk if i missed any!

notes: FINALLYYY A FULL FIC AFTER FOREVERRR .. this is actually something i don’t really do but i feel like all of my stuff is kinda vanilla.. sooo i tried something a little different at the end TT 🫡 my loona fics never really do well, but if you actually read for loona i hope you like this!

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jinsoul who’s been your makeup artist since your debut, happily smiling as she brushed eye shimmer on your eyelids, sweetly complimenting your full cheeks as she applied blush on them. but over the moments you would spend together, early mornings at music shows, she would get quieter and quieter as she did your makeup.

see, what you didn’t know is that jinsouls mind would be flooded with such perverted thoughts when she did your makeup >_< when she applied shiny gloss over your pretty lips, she would think how cute you’d look when you’d eat her out. or when you obediently flutter your eyes closed so she can apply mascara, she thinks of how perfect you’d look when you unravel on her thigh. not to mention how docile you were for her.

“yn, sweetie, would you pass me that concealer?” she asks, slender hand rubbing your shoulder. “yes ma’am.” you respond, hand reaching over to grab the concealer. and she gulps at that, cheeks turning pink at the way you call her ‘ma'am’. you were so polite for her, so obedient! “thank you, doll.” she smiles, taking the tube from you and starting to apply it to your face.

she finishes up your makeup, applying glimmering gloss on your plump lips as she nods. “all done, yn! good luck on your performance, doll.” she coos, smoothing out your hair as she motions you to get up. “you made me look so pretty, ma’am!” you smile up at her. “of course, but i just made you look even better.“

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you finish your performance, cheering with the other girls in your group and all of the staff claps and cheers along with you all as you enter the green room. “great job, everyone!” your leader cheers, and with that, you all make your way to your dressing rooms, and as you enter yours, you see your makeup artist, sitting on the counter that her makeup supplies sit on. “oh, hi ma’am! did you.. need something?” you ask, setting your things down and taking a sip of the drink you got earlier in the morning before your performance. “not at all dear, just wanted to congratulate you on your performance.” you nod silently, finishing the sip of the drink you took.

“thank you-“ you start, before she cuts you off. “sweetie, come here, you smudged your lip stain, i can fix it really fast before i go!” she motions you over, jumping off the table as she sits you down , taking a wip to the corner or your lips, and you can feel her breath on your lips as she wipes the lip stain away. “you did so well today, doll.” your heart skips a beat at the praise, but you smile shyly as you nod. “thank you, miss!” “of course. also, here you are, i’m done! you can be on your way, sweetie. i’ll see you in a few days for the next music show!”

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“you fit this concept so well, doll.” she mentions as she puts blush on your cheeks, her mind filled with thoughts of how cute you would look all fucked out for her. “thanks, miss!” you mumble, not wanting to interrupt her work she always does so well. like always, she finishes the look with a gloss that overlays your lips perfectly, and she motions you to stand up. “yn, i actually finished up quite early, yeah?” she mentions, checking her watch. “oh, did you? you’re pretty fast then!” you smile, her returning it as she pats your shoulder.

“look..” she starts, sighing as she looks down at you. “baby, you’d always help me out, right?” she coos, slender fingers tracing lines into your shoulder. “yes ma’am, do you need something before i perform?” she swallows hard at how you call her ma’am once more, and she just relishes in the way you’re so obedient again. “mm.. you’d do anything for me right? after all.. i am your elder, doll.. and i really want you to do something.” she says, voice slightly turning possessive. “cmon.. baby.. you can’t say no to me, i’m your elder.” she coos, just like that, you’re being pulled on your knees onto the floor, a submissive rag doll all for jinsouls pleasure.

“ma’am, what are you making me do..?” you ask as she stands over you, stroking my hair. “baby.. need you to eat me out, if you do well, i’ll give you a reward after your performance. can you do that for me? huh? do it for me, i know better, doll.” she coos, squatting down a little to rub your shoulder. “y- yes ma’am…” you say, looking down at the floor before your hands creep up to her waistband, pulling her panties and pants down slowly. you look back up at her.. more like her core. “baby, we don’t have all day.. only like.. 25 minutes, hurry up.” she groans, hands gripping at the table as to not ruin your hair. “yes ma’am.. ‘m sorry..” you mumble as you bring your lips to her core.. that’s been soaking wet the second you sat down in her chair to get your makeup done.

your tongue travels to her clit, rubbing at it to stimulate it, you’d never really done this before, but at the way jinsoul groans you name out loudly, you hope it’s good enough for her. “momma…” you groan against her heat. you’d known her long enough that she’s not even suprised, and the way your voice vibrates through her has her writhing and rubbing herself against your face so she could get more. “baby.. please.. more..” and you give in, your tongue rubbing at her clit as your fingers insert her hole, your fingers hesitantly pumping in and out of her hole. “d-doll…” she mutters, thighs squeezing around your head subconsciously. “doing so w-well.. fuck, m’ gonna-!” she yelps, and with one stuttered thrust against your lips, her release fills up your mouth, her thighs relaxing their grip as she pulls away, her breath shaky as she pulls you up. “l-lets.. fix your lipstick really fast, doll.”

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you finish your performance as best you can, but you feel like it showed that you had jinsoul on your mind the whole time.. and jinsoul could definitely tell as she watched the recording as she waited for you. and she was totally going to tell you off for the slightest mistake, just as always.

you sigh as you walk back into your dressing room, back pressed against the door , you spot jinsoul sitting on the table, and her glare on you is harsh as you walk in. you know she’s not praising you for how well you did.

“yn, baby.” she beckons you over, staring into your eyes, she grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. “i watched your performance, i saw your little mistakes. you think you’re gonna get a fucking reward after that? huh?” she says sternly. “no ma’am.. i-“ you say before she cuts you off. “you what? had me on your mind too much? i know you know how to perform this choreography, you did it the other day. and the other girls did it just fine.” she starts, her grip on your wrist tightening. “what is it baby? can’t deal with a little favor then going straight to performing? anyone else could’ve done it.” she says, her face getting closer to yours. “please ma’am-“ “no! if you fucking do this again i’ll.. i swear. i’m gonna tell everyone how much of a whore you are for your makeup artist.”

and with that, her lips are starting to work down your jaw, marking down your neck. “miss no-!!! i have a show tomorrow too-“ she pulls of your neck, scoffing. “what, so you can perform messily there too? don’t worry, i can cover it up just fine, doll. you know that.” her hickeys trail down to your collarbone, before she pulls off ,flips your skirt up and drops your panties down to your ankles. “fucking ride me, doll.” she says, holding you by your waist and placing you on her thigh. “don’t know how..” you mumble, whining at the way her thigh makes contact with your mound. “course you don’t. figure it out, then. i’m not helping you until you make me proud.” you whine in annoyance before you weakly start rutting your hips against hers, whining as nothing really reaches what you need.

she laughs cruelly at the way you can’t get yourself off :( “poor baby.. wanna feel good so bad??” she mocks, slender fingers ghosting closely to your clit. “momma.. please-“ you moan, and she can’t help but take pity on you, she wants to help her girl sooo bad. her free hand grips onto your hip, guiding you to actually get yourself off better. and you practically crumble on her thigh right then. “ma’am..!!” you whisper, face hiding in her collarbone. and it doesn’t help how her fingers finally start to play at your sweet spot, and all she does in response is chuckle, loving the way your eyes squeeze shut and your whole body trembles.

“momma.. wanna c-cu-“ she immediately pulls you off her thigh, and takes her fingers away from you. “nuh uh. not yet doll.” she moves behind you, holding you up by your waist so you don’t fall.. your legs are already so weak.. then she pushes your down onto the table, ass up for her to do anything. “doll, hand me the brush i put your blush on with earlier?” she asks, hand reaching out for when you get it. your shaky hand takes the thick brush from the side of her bag, handing it to her. “open wide, sweetie.” she says, easing the brush into your mouth. “noooo~” you mumble around the plastic. “baby, you don’t get a fucking say in the matter.” she says sternly, pulling the brush out of your mouth and bringing it to your core, teasing it at your entrance. “p-please.. it’s gonna hurt..” you mumble against the table, squeezing your thighs shut, but of course it won’t do anything.

“no doll, it won’t.” and with that, she’s pushing the end of the brush, not even giving you time to adjust to its size before she’s thrusting it in and out of you, chuckling at the way your squirm and squeal at the sensation. “a-ah..!!! miss..!!” you yelp as she presses your hips against the table. “stay still. with the way you’re moving so much it’s only gonna hurt worse.” she says, kissing down your shaky thighs as she keeps doing her work on you, just waiting to see you unravel.

“mommy.. can’t take any more-“ you whine, nails attempting to grip at the table, biting your lip to hold yourself together. “baby.. yes you can. just a little more.” she says, leaving pecks and marks up your inner thighs, speeding up her pace as she gasps at the way you practically scream. “miss.. please..!” “please what, baby.” she mocks. “if you make me stop i’ll tell everyone how much of a fucking whore you are.” she threatens once more, making you whine, but you go along, and you practically thrust back into the brush. “momma- wanna cum this time ..!” you beg, broken whines leaving you. “okay baby. you can this time..” and with that, she speeds up her pace even more, making you last just one moment more before a staccato moan leaves your lips, and jinsoul is catching your release with her lips, pulling the end of the brush out and replacing it with her knowing tongue, thrusting it in and out of you to help you ride out your high.

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“aaaand there.” she says, cleaning the rest of her spit and release mixture off your thighs. “seriously baby.. you kept making mistakes.. i don’t want you to do that badly just because of me. i know you can do better. okay?” “okay.. i’m sorry, ma’am.” you respond, looking down at your trembling thighs. “don’t be, i know you can do better, sweetie. ‘m proud of you.”

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liberty-barnes · 2 years

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And They Lived Happily Ever After

Epilogue of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and Tom Holland get their happily ever after. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: uuh the end there got a bit on the steamy side so just some nice like snogging and plenty mentions of honeymoon sex and nudity, but otherwise you’re good, switching POVs so you’ll get to see everyone appreciating their love, and you’ll get to see the ceremony from so many people’s eyes, including some you haven’t seen yet ;)

Word Count: 3.4k words

Estimated Reading Time: 15 minutes

A/N: I’m not crying, you’re crying, shut up. This is a really emotional moment for me. My second series is finally over!! I started this accidentally, and it took me ages to finish, but I don’t regret a single second of it. It brought me so much happiness, and I loved reading your thoughts and comments as time went on. I only hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Just wanna send a million thank you’s to @the-girl-in-the-chair for being my test person and the one I could always talk to when it comes to this series, I love you so much Lana, you’re the beeest

I was picturing this dress (mostly cause it has pocketssss) so if you want a visual, here you go)

Also very important: the vows in this were inspired by the PA Series on AO3 and honestly check it out cause it’s just awesome and those are my relationship goals right there

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“Alright, sweetheart, deep breaths, everything’s gonna be alright.”

She follows her mother’s instructions, taking in shaky gulps of air.

Breathe in, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

Breathe out, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

“Feeling better?”

She nods slowly, then immediately shakes her head.

“No, this is a disaster!”

Blake finally gives up on keeping her dress unwrinkled, sitting down on the floor next to her.

“Angel, everything’s gonna be alright, I don’t even know why you’re freaking out so much. You’re marrying your best friend. You two love each other so much, and you’re gonna be so happy, there’s nothing to worry about.”

She sniffles.

“But there are so many people, Mommy. And they’re all gonna be looking at me. You know I’m not good at the mushy stuff when I have eyes on me, they make me nervous. This is supposed to be perfect, and instead, we had to invite a hoard of insignificant Suits and entitled bitches, all for business. We already give them so much, why couldn’t we just keep this to ourselves?”

She sighs, and brings her daughter closer to her body, crushing her in a hug.

“Cause the world sucks, and it’s all part of the business. You and Tom have been on a break from acting for three months now, and you’ll stay there for another year at the very least. These Suits like to feel like they’re important, and inviting them to events like these keeps up a good relationship for when you come back.

“Besides, who cares about them? You’ll have to shake their hands once at the reception when you’re making your rounds and then it’s over. Don’t let a handful of idiots ruin the best day of your life.”

(Y/n) nods, gently wiping at her eyes, then crawls until she’s in front of the mirror.

“Well, at least we know the waterproof makeup works.”

Blake just smiles.

—

When Ryan first sees (Y/n) he has to pinch his thigh to keep himself from outright sobbing.

“Hey, no! No, no, no, you’re not allowed to cry, because if you cry, I cry, and if I cry, I’ll trip on my dress. These heels are tall, keep yourself together for both our sakes.”

It’s hard, it’s very hard, that’s his little girl, his sweet little daffodil, and she’s gonna sail off into the sunset with the love of her life.

“Alright, let’s do this shit. Try not to fall.”

He’s glad to see that Tom starts crying the second he sees her, so really it isn’t emotional weakness as much as it is the (Y/n) In A Wedding Dress Effect™.

(Y/n) manages to stay composed the whole walk, although her eyes are shining quite a lot.

“Thomas, if you hurt her, I will do something so unspeakably cruel to you that Satan himself will shudder.”

Tom looks at him with a face full of betrayal.

“What if she hurts me?”

“Oh, she most certainly will, you’re much more emotionally fragile than she is. That’s why I know that if you hurt her, it’ll be over something big, and therefore I’m legally allowed to fuck you up.”

(Y/n) kisses his cheek happily.

“Thank you, Daddy, the shovel talk was long overdue.”

It was actually part two of the shovel talk: wedding edition, but she doesn’t need to know that.

—

Taylor reaches into her purse and passes Harry a tissue, eyes still focused on the happy couple in the front.

This is it, right here.

The way (Y/n)’s looking at Tom like he’s the second coming of Christ. Tom rubbing his thumbs on her hands cause he just can’t stop touching her. The way they keep tapping each other three times, an endless loop of I love you I love you I love you.

This is what she’s been trying so hard to describe her whole life.

It gets her a little emotional…to remember the little girl who used to gape at her, and who’s now a badass independent woman marrying the person of her dreams.

It’s a lot.

And if she feels like she’s one strong gust of wind away from an emotional breakdown, she can’t even imagine how Blake and Ryan are faring.

“I understand that you’ve written your own vows. Tom, if you’d like to go first…”

He nods and clears his throat, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before grabbing (Y/n)’s again.

“Do you remember the night we met? When you were crying over a movie and I took you to Burger King to cheer you up?”

She rolls her eyes and Taylor can relate, honestly. The whole world knows that story at this point.

“Vividly.”

He smiles so softly that Taylor’s itching to pull out her notebook and start writing.

“I’ve never told you how I fell in love with you. I always told myself I’d tell you the story in our wedding vows, so here it is. From the moment we left the afterparty, you kept ranting about the movie, about how it’s gonna end, about your theories… And I loved listening to them. There was one moment though, where you just took a huge bite out of your cheeseburger, while mid-rant… and on everyone else, that would’ve looked disgusting, but your eyes were shining so bright, and you were giving me your full attention and that…that was when I knew I loved you. And I would keep loving you for the rest of my life, 'cause there’s no one else in the world who could pull me in as completely as you do, even though there was ketchup dripping down your chin.”

(Y/n) blinks back tears, eyes wide.

“Oh, you fucker.”

That’s love, Taylor’s sure of it.

—

Now, to be perfectly honest, Harrison thinks those vows were shit.

Seriously?

You looked disgusting but I still thought you were hot?

That’s his big wedding speech?

As the good Best Man he is, he’s considering smacking Tom upside the head and making him start over.

He’s not expecting (Y/n) to like it to the point of tears, though.

Like, I’m sorry, but what the fuck?

He’s lucky he’s an actor cause no ordinary person would’ve been able to keep the confusion out of their face, and you don’t want a hoard of confused people on your wedding pictures.

(Y/n)’s turn now, and hopefully, she’ll do better.

“I promise that your ability to cook, clean, and remind me to eat only make up sixty per cent of why I’m marrying you.”

Harrison has to fight back the urge to sigh and facepalm.

“I wasn’t planning on liking you, let alone falling as deeply in love with you as I did. My plan was to hate you, make all my fans hate you, and do it fast enough that Marvel would have no choice but to replace you with Andrew again.”

From the audience, Andrew laughs.

“But unfortunately for me, you’re not easy to hate, and let me tell you, I tried really hard. You slithered your way into my heart like a particularly stubborn snake and I had no choice but to let you carve out your home within me and prepare myself for the inevitable heartbreak.

“That still hasn’t happened. For some reason, you’ve chosen to ignore the fact that I’m a barely-functioning sarcastic bitch whose favourite way of showing love is through insults and slaps on the ass.

“I don’t know why you chose me, and I expect I’ll be thanking every deity out there for the rest of eternity for putting you in my life, but I know that I couldn’t have chosen a better partner if I had tried.”

She pauses, and Harrison thinks that maybe, just maybe, at least one of them will have said nice vows.

“Also there’s no way I’m gonna live in a world where I can’t bite your ass on the daily, so you better say I do or I’ll end you.”

And he spoke too soon.

Tom still reaches behind him to grab the tissues Harrison was told to bring. Maybe his best friend was dropped on the head as a child, so now everything makes him emotional.

—

Nikki keeps her eyes firmly on her son and daughter-in-law as they flit around the room greeting their guests. She and Blake have made it into a game of sorts.

Every time (Y/n) wipes her hands on her dress after shaking hands with a Suit, Tom pulls her back by the waist, or the happy couple are asked to kiss, they take a sip of the very expensive and very tasty red wine provided for them.

The sound of clinking glasses feels the air once again and Blake tilts her glass.

“Bottoms up!”

And that’s one more glass finished. How far along are they now? Five? Six? She looks around at the empty bottles. Maybe a little bit more.

“Oh, my God, I’m so glad it’s over if I had to deal with another second of that, this wedding would have turned into a remake of Saw!”

(Y/n) slumps down heavily onto the chair, toeing off her heels until she can bring her knees to her chest and lean on the backrest.

“Why did we have to have a wedding? We should’ve just eloped. It would just be us, maybe I’d fly us out to Iceland and we could get married in a hot spring, I’m sure the water would do wonders to relax us, no?”

Nikki fills up her glass and hands it to (Y/n), who immediately downs it.

“Look on the bright side, tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight to Syros and one step closer to a full month spent only with your husband and the inordinate amount of cats on that island.”

Nikki’s been there. It’s amazing. They should plan a family holiday there.

“I agree.”

Oh, she’s talking out loud now.

“Yes, you are. But Nikki!”

(Y/n)’s eyes brighten, and she feels her arm get grabbed and pulled towards her brand new daughter-in-law.

“You said husband. I have a husband, I’m married!”

Yes, if someone had to marry her sweet little boy, she’s glad it was someone like (Y/n).

—

“And now, please gather around to watch Mr and Mrs Holland have their first dance as a married couple.”

While they get into place, Harry shares a look with his own husband, sitting primly at the piano, staring back at him.

When (Y/n) and Tom first came to them, shily asking them to sing If I Could Fly as their wedding song, Harry burst into tears. He just loves love, and to be a part of something as monumental as a first dance-

He really should have said no cause Louis just started playing and Harry’s already having a hard time holding back tears.

But the way Tom and (Y/n) stare at each other- that’s how he stares at Louis. And it’s the look he sees reflected back in his husband’s eyes every second of the day.

Love is just such a beautiful thing.

For your eyes only I’ll show you my heartFor when you’re lonely and forget who you areI’m missing half of me when we’re apartNow you know me, for your eyes only

He feels privileged to even be in the same room as them. It’s no secret that (Y/n)’s fiercely private. She loves, deeply and wholeheartedly, but not for others to see. She loves each person in their own special way, pieces of her heart are cut, shaped, and fitted to fit her feelings for everyone around her. But her love for Tom as it’s shown today is a sight to behold.

It’s the sun after long dreary weeks. It’s the first flower bloom after months of cold, harsh weather. It’s seeing the stars out in the countryside after a life spent in the city.

It’s fragile. It’s new. It’s special. It’s lovely.

Harry loves love, but he thinks that right now, he may love their love the most.

—

Georgia takes yet another sip of the very expensive but very tasty champagne offered.

To be honest, she didn’t want to come. Weddings are boring, if not for the open bar, and knowing that she isn’t really welcomed here isn’t making her feel particularly better. I mean, she’s met (Y/n) all of once and they mostly trash-talked the Kardashians, she can’t have made an important enough impression to be an esteemed guest.

But, the Lighthavens are an important family in the film industry, earning them an invite to the most awaited event of the year, and it would look bad if someone didn’t show up to represent them.

Still, being twenty-seven and single, there are many things she’d rather do than sit by the open bar getting smothered by other couples’ happiness while she wallows in her own misery.

“Whiskey sour, please.”

He turns towards her.

“And refill the kind lady’s glass.”

Oh, goodie.

She barely spares him a glance, eyes still focused on (Y/n), flitting around the room.

“Enjoying the wedding?”

She shrugs.

“It’s entertaining.”

He puts a hand on his heart in fake offence.

“Ouch. As the Best Man, it’s my job to ensure everyone’s having the time of their lives, so tell me, what can I do to make this night more enjoyable for you?”

She turns towards him, taking in the ruffled blonde hair, white shirt sleeves folded up to his forearms, vest and tie discarded somewhere.

“Actually, your job is to stop any upcoming crisis so the groom doesn’t get blamed and inevitably murdered by his newly-aquired wife.”

She steals the whiskey from his hand and starts drinking it. He blinks dazedly but dutifully orders another.

“Your unhappiness could quickly become a crisis, though. As much as she hates to admit it, (Y/n) doesn’t like it when people are miserable, especially when she’s having so much fun.”

She sighs.

“Do you know who I am?”

Panic shoots through Harrison’s eyes. It’s fleeting, and it’s subtle, but it’s real.

“Am I supposed to?”

Interesting.

“You’re telling the truth.”

He shrugs.

“(Y/n)’s motivated me to be more honest, although I can’t quite see the benefits she’s always raved about as of yet.”

She smirks into her glass.

“You genuinely have no idea who I am.”

A single mention of him from her lips and his acting career would shoot through the roof.

“I’m sorry. Although from how happy you look, maybe I’m not?”

“What’s it gonna be?”

He’s saved by the bell.

“All the unmarried people out on the floor I wanna see which unlucky bastard will have all grandmas pinching their cheeks and cooing cause they're next.”

A collective groan was heard throughout the crowd.

“If it helps, there’s a hundred-dollar bill in the bouquet that you can keep.”

That got people moving.

Harrison takes a look at her ring finger.

“Not gonna join?”

“If you out me as single, I’ll end you, there’s no way I’m doing this.”

He shrugs.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve broken whatever fight will undoubtedly come from this bouquet tossing.”

He stands on the sideline, ready to stop things from escalating.

The bouquet lands in his hands.

(Y/n) squeals.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Even with my back turned my aim is impeccable.”

Tom pushes him forward when Harrison’s reluctant to move and whispers something in his ear.

Georgia doesn’t break eye contact while he walks towards her and takes a lavender rose out of the bouquet.

“Here. It matches your dress.”

Alright so maybe weddings aren’t that bad.

—

It’s a testament to his patience that Tom waited until the hotel door is closed before pressing (Y/n) up against the wall and getting started on his Wedding Night Ravishing.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we actually pulled it off.”

She mumbles through their kisses and to be fair, he kind of can’t either.

“I swear to God- we got him the perfect fucking girl- if he doesn’t invite Georgia on a date- fuck, baby- I’ll kill him myself.”

He starts trailing kisses down her neck, slowly unzipping her wedding dress.

It’s pretty, and it’s special, and it has pockets, he’s not gonna rip it, thank you very much, he wants to have ‘just got married’ sex tonight.

“Georgia’s a tough one to get to, you said it yourself. He’ll have to work for it.”

She pulls his hair harshly until they’re eye to eye and he moans. His pupils are probably about as blown as hers right about now.

“You had to work for me.”

He licks his lips and her eyes trail on the movement, mouth falling open unconsciously.

“And what a good fucking decision that was.”

And if there’s one thing that never fails to get her going, it’s that.

“How loud do you think you can make me scream before the other residents complain?”

Challenge fucking accepted.

—

(Y/n) lowers her sunglasses a tad, wanting to take in her husband in all his blazing glory, no filter in between them.

Whoever invented honeymoons was a fucking saint. One month of a near-constantly naked Tom more than eager to fuck her into the nearest solid surface made for a very happy (Y/n).

Currently, she’s sunbathing on a pool chair with a mimosa while Tom is swimming laps in the pool. Or was. Now he’s getting out and the water’s trailing down every single inch of him and suddenly she’s not as thirsty for champagne and orange juice-

“Princess, are you listening?”

Her eyes flit back up to his face.

“Don’t ask me the colour of anything, this isn’t fair, you’re distracting.”

He chuckles and climbs over her, tasting the mimosas right out of her mouth.

“I’m distracting? You’re distracting! Do you know how hard it was to swim my usual laps while you’re just laying here, happy and calm and naked and mine?”

She grins smugly.

“I can feel how hard it was, yeah. I’d ask if you’re up for it, but I kind of already got that answer, so you should just hurry and get it in.”

For a few more glorious seconds, she gets lost in the kiss and in his hands moving along her body, getting so close, so close-

“No, but actually I did get out of the pool for a reason.”

In the back of her mind, she remembers Harry in that one concert saying this is called edging after stopping Kiwi for the millionth time, and the way Tom grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, smiling in interest.

If she weren’t such a good person, she would have kicked him in the balls for that.

Unfortunately, she needs those, so.

“Haz got a date with Georgia.”

Her jaw drops open and she slaps his arm happily.

“What the fuck, are you serious? Tom! This means it worked! We got them together! We’re the best fucking matchmakers in the world!”

Tom chuckles and flips them over until she’s straddling him, running his hands from her knees to her waist, where they dig in just a little.

Great idea, if you ask her.

“Calm down, darling, it’s just one date.”

She hums.

“That’s what I said about you, and now look at where we are. We’re married and on our honeymoon.”

His eyes all but sparkle at that.

“We are. We’re married. I’m your husband, and you’re my wife, and we’re married.”

She leans down, can’t stop herself from snogging his face off when he looks so sweet and happy at the prospect of spending eternity by her side.

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, right?”

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, princess.”

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Promise

Pairing: Anna Jay x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Arguments, Crying, and Cursing.

Word Count: 2,286

Summary: Anna had been hanging out with her friend Tay recently and it’s making you think if she loves you anymore.

A/N: First time writing for Anna Jay, if this flops, I’ll delete it. Hope You Enjoy!

The relationship between Tay Conti and Anna Jay was know, but what wasn't, was you and Anna's relationship.

Tay and Anna have been best friends for years and almost every fan and wrestler knows that, but your not talked about. You've been dating Anna for almost 5 months now, and so far it's been a secret.

You have came out to your parent, but not to the public. Everyone backstage knows also, so it's not really a huge secret to all. You just want your love life to be private, but what's happening recently is making you think otherwise.

Ever since Anna turned on Ruby Soho and joined Jericho Appreciation Society, she been acting distant towards you and hanging out with Tay recently. You get that they are on a teams and bestfriends, but where is your attention?

You watched the TV screen from your locker room as she hugged Tay in victory. It hurts because you want to be up there hugging her and kissing her on the cheek, but your just some mid card wrestler. Fans loved you, but your nothing compared to people like Kris Statlander, Dr. Britt Baker, Jade Cargill, Saraya, and so on and so forth.

The door opened causing you to drop your thoughts as Anna walked in. "Good job out there babe." She leaned over and kissed your cheek. "Thanks, by the way, me and Tay is gonna go out for dinner. Do you wanna go?" She invited you to a dinner? You two haven't gone on a date since last month.

You instant took the offer. "Yes!" Anna looked a little surprise by the quick outburst of your answer, but ignored it. "Imma go take a shower." She grabbed street clothes before going to the bathroom. You will finally have a chance to hang out with her!

Happily, you went to the duffel bag and grabbed a pair of shorts and a MJF shirt. You put on the outfit and even did a little makeup. You wanted to look good for her even thought there will be another person, it didn't matter. What mattered was, you and Anna will go out together.

Anna walked out a raised her eyebrow at you, seeing you all dressed up and with makeup on. "You excited?" You nodded your head before grabbing your purse and walking to Jericho's lockeroom.

Walking in, you saw all the members sitting on the couch and floor playing cards. "What? You can't do that, that's not fair!" Jake argued with Sammy while playing Monopoly. "Tay you ready to go?" Anna announced, making all the attention turn on you both. Tay looked and instantly made eye contact with you. "What is she doing here? I said me and you. Not her."

Her tone was a bit sassy and rude. "Can she not come? We haven't been out for a while and-" Her sentence was cut off by Tay. "No she can't. Do you want people knowing about your relationship?" Anna looked at you before looking at Tay. "No, but I was thinking we could get a private room or something?" She suggested.

"No, were not gonna waste money on her just because you want her to go. She'll eat from the catering or something." Her hand dropped to her sides, seeing that Tay wasn't gonna let you go. She looked over at you apologetically. "Im sorry babe, but your gonna have to go to the hotel." Your eyes dropped down to floor.

You felt burning to your eyes as tears threatened to spill. "It's alright, go have dinner." Anna opened her mouth to say something, but Tay started to drag her out. "Okay, have fun with catering food!" She laughed as she walked down the hall hand in hand with your girlfriend.

The door closed leaving you and the rest of the JAS members in the room. You let a tear slip down as well as a sniffle. You looked up and saw them all looking at you so you wiped you eyes. "Sorry, I'll leave." You didn't wait for them to say anything, leaving back to the lockeroom. You grabbed the bags and went to the car.

This isn't the first time you've had to ride home alone and sleep in a cold empty bed. You drove home as tears kept coming in your vision, making it blurry to see. You stopped at a fast food restaurant, before going home. You unlocked the door and took your shoes off.

Going upstairs you cleaned the room, and put all the clothes away before eating. This is how it usually was. Nobody, but you in the house doing all the chores and being lonely. Once finished you decided to watch TV like any other night and stay up for Anna.

Instead she didn't come home at a normal time.

Before she and Tay left she texted you, 'I'll be home by 8.' It was now 11 and you were starting to get worried. At first you thought she would come in at 9, but as the hours started increasing you were getting more and more concerned. You tried calling her, Face Timing her, and even texting her, but nothing worked.

You stood in the kitchen pacing back and forth until you heard a phone notification. 'Anna Jay has posted on her story.' You clicked on it fast, trying to see what she was doing, but it was her and Tay dancing at a club. She was grinding all over Tay and Tay's hands roamed over her body, caressing her breast, thighs, and hips.

'I thought she was at dinner.' You thought. She lied to you. Yeah, you wouldn't care if she went out to have a few drinks and dance, but it was almost midnight and she didn't tell you any of this. A car light pulled through the driveway making you shoot up fast to the door.

Came out was Anna and Tay. You could hear their faint conversation, due to the window being open in the kitchen. "We gotta do that again." Anna exclaimed. "Yeah, you looked so sexy, tonight!" Tay complimented, getting closer. Her hands wrapped around Anna's body. You couldn't dare see this rest as you opened the door.

"Anna, get your ass in here!" Anna and Tay jumped apart from each other as confusion crossed her face, but anger was shown on Tay's. Anna waved at Tay before walking up the concrete, driveway. She entered the house and you shut door behind her, locking it. "What the hell Anna, where have you been?!" Anna yawned before waving you off.

"Calm down, I was with Tay at dinner and the club." She said, calmly. "Until midnight?" You added making Anna's face scrunch up. "Okay, it's not that big of a deal, I'll just get some sleep since I have to go training with Tay, tomorrow."

"What do you mean it's not that big of a deal? You have a match tomorrow night, but instead of resting, your out partying." Anna shook her head before standing up. "Okay, and? I'm having fun, something we don't do!" Your mouth dropped open. Was she accusing you of y'all not hanging out?

"Well maybe if you stopped riding Tay's dick and made me feel like your girlfriend for once, we could hang out! All you want to do is party and play with Tay, but what about me? I was worried sick when you came home all late, just to find out you were grinding on Tay." She was silent as she listen to your rant.

"If you're embarrassed of me then say that! If you don't wanna make me known then, break up with me." Your voice cracked at the end of the sentence. It was hard to say, but you both knew it was true. Tired of the argument, you walked away and went to bed.

You weren't gonna sit there and argue over something that wasn't your fault. Anna tried opening the door, but you stopped her. "You can sleep on the couch tonight." You said, closing the door in her face. You could heard a slight groan outside the door, following footsteps to the living room.

You love Anna truly, but if she was gonna act like this, then you don't wanna be with her. You wanna be know and your pretty sure you made it clear by the argument. Your tired of being a secret. Your tired of not being able to hold her hand in public, you just wanna be known.

The Next Morning

You woke up to the house being quiet. You hardly got any sleep, because you were stressing about you and Anna. You then remember that she went training with Tay, so you called your friend Kris. You weren't about to ride with her after last night.

Lucky, Kris agreed and took you to the arena. You had a match against Nyla Rose. You wanted to train with Kris so she can distract you from your thoughts so that's exactly what you did.

It was now time for your match and you still had the same Dark Order attire. You met threw the Dark Order so when it broke up, it made you upset. Your music played and you walked out, listening to the cheers.

You did your entrance and waited for Nyla to walk out. Vickie, took the mic and began talking. "Shut up Justin, you don't know how to do you job right!" Fans booed at her annoying, high pitch, squeaky voice as she screamed. "Tonight, my client, Nyla Rose will beat, Y/n. Tonight, Nyla will prove why she should be the new TBS champion!"

More boos came around as they didn't believe Nyla would beatJade. You grabbed the mic from Justin and began speaking. "Vickie, your client isn't worth shit." The fans cheered to that, making you smile. "There's a difference between Nyla and Jade. Jade is a strong independent woman that earns what she fights for while Nyla whines and hurts other people to get what she wants."

Fans clapped and agreed with your statement. "Oh please Y/n, you'll lose this battle, like you lost your girlfriend and Dark Order." That hit deep to you as you became silent and looked at the ground. All of a sudden you got hit from behind by Nyla. Vickie's laugh echoed around the arena as Nyla kicked you on the ground.

You ended up winning due to pinfall. As you celebrated, you didn't notice Nyla's known friend, Marina Shafir came from behind you and hit you with her chain. They both beat you brutally as you curled in a ball, screaming in pain.

The Jericho Appreciation Society music played and out came Anna. She rang down to the ring and started attacking the two women. Nyla kicked Anna in the stomach and held her back as Marina got her chain again, but what surprise you was, Tay coming out.

You don’t know if she came out because they were beating Anna, or because you, but you were grateful to have their help. A mad Anna, got up and grabbed a mic. “Come near my girlfriend one more time and I’ll make sure to end your career.” Anna threaten. Gasps and cheers were erupted from the arena as she said it.

Everyone was shocked that y’all were dating, but even though your ribs were hurting, you smiled. Anna dropped the mic and helped you up before kissing you. Everyone in the arena was estatic. The only boos you could hear were from the fans that wanted to date you or Anna.

Nobody except for you two to be dating, considering y’all don’t have the same popularity. When you pulled back, you could see the smile on her face. Tay was clapping in the corner of the ring with a genuine smile on her face. Tears lined up in your eyes. You would of never thought she would do something like this.

You two walked back in stage, hand in hand before going to the lockeroom. You wanted to talk to her in private before RJ City comes, and interviewers. Silence took over the room as y’all stared at each other. “I love you.” She was first to break the silence. “And I’m sorry, for last night, I was an idiot.” She confessed.

“I-” she held her hand up to stop you before continuing. “I just didn’t know that I was making you feel like that. If I would of known, I would’ve stopped hanging out with her, outside the ring, a long time ago. I just want you to forgive so we can continue this relationship and so I can sleep in the bed instead of in the couch because that hurts my back.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Really? So you can sleep in the bed?” Anna cracked a smile on her face. “Yes, and because I want you. I don’t want Tay, I don’t want Fans, I don’t want, Red Velvet, I want you.” She said while grabbing your hands. “Please. I promise we won’t have this problem again.”

The look in her eyes showed sincere. You could see a little bit of shunning in her eyes. Was she about to cry? “Okay, I will, but please treat me like your girlfriend.” She sniffed before wiping her eyes and smiling. “I promise.” She leaned over and kissed you. The moment was interrupted by the door being busted open.

“Anna Jay and Y/n! I need y’all for an ‘Hey EW!’ video now!” RJ City said with his camera crew in the background. You and Anna looked shocked at each other at the sudden outburst before laughing.

You couldn’t be more happier.

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justrandomfanfictionskh · 1 year

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Mary Todd pt 2

Present Day...

Marinette took a deep calming breath and smiled. It was over. It was finally over! One month ago today, Ladybug and Chat Noir had discovered Hawkmoth's secret lair. The battle was hard for more than one reason, and not one of them left without some sort of new scar. But after three hours of fighting with fists, words, and magic, they had done it. The final Miraculous Cure had swept over Paris and everything was put to rights, just like in the story. Marinette sighed as she drifted into more sobering thoughts.

"What's wrong Marinette?" Tikki said as she flew up to look at the girl in the mirror.

"Nothing Tikki," Marinette said as she continued to apply her makeup. "Just thinking about...everything."

Tikki hummed as she came to sit on the counter. "What's everything?"

Marinette chuckled, but said, "Oh you know, Chat, Adrien, Hawkmoth, Paris, family, Justice League..."

"But those things should make you happy!" The small goddess exclaimed.

"They do," Marinette with a smile, "But they also make me confused." Tikki hummed and waited for her chosen to continue. "I guess..." she finally said, "I just thought that once we defeated Hawkmoth, everything would be simple. Finished. I would find the love of my life and we'd live happily ever after with five hamsters or something."

"Is that not what you want now?"

"Yes. No. Yes and no. I don't...Tikki...things were supposed to get simple. But something in me...something in the pit of my stomach is telling me that once I get on that stage, things are only going to get more complicated. And I don't..."

"Don't what, Marinette?"

"I don't even know who my brother is," Marinette said the words in barely a whisper, and with them came the crashing wave of guilt and shame that threatened to drown her ever since Marinette had gone over to Alya's under the guise of a sleep over. What they were really doing was having a Miraculous meeting in an attempt to discover who Hawkmoth was. Right in between the investigation and the ice cream, Max had suddenly declared, "Oh my gosh! Marinette, why didn't you tell us you were adopted!" Marinette had frozen as memories of darkness, cold, and pain rushed over her culminating in a single image of soft blue eyes and a kind voice, and a name, a nickname, Jay-Jay. The rest of that night was spent making sure Marinette didn't get akumatized, as the weight of guilt and shame spiraled her anxiety into a crescendo of noise and tears. How had she forgotten her brother? It was enough to make her snap as the weight of everything that was happening in her life crashed into her like a tidal wave. Max had had to teleport them out of Paris before she could calm down, and explain herself.

Her friends had changed after that. They started taking on more Miraculous responsibilities, and school responsibilities. Luka got a job at the bakery so she wouldn't have to fill in for her parents. Alya took all of the minor class president duties on herself. Adrien eased off on the flirting. And Lie-la wasn't allowed within five feet of her, if any of them could help it. Marinette was grateful. With the pressures of Ladybug and everyday life eased a bit, she was able to focus a little more clearly. In the six months that her friends had stepped up, Marinette was able to get twice as much done as she had before. But that didn't stop that niggling worm of guilt that whispered at her pure audacity. She had forgetten her brother. But Hawkmoth had still been active, so Marinette had pushed it aside and focused.

But now...

"Marinette," Tikki said wiping the single tear from her chosen's face. "It's ok. I'm sure your brother will understand. Besides, it's not like you completely forgot him. You remember somethings right?"

Marinette nodded and at Tikki's insistence, she told her everything she could remember about her life before. "Our home was always cold. But Jay-Jay always made sure I was warm. He gave me a pink jacket. There was always a lot of noise, but Jay-Jay would block it out with stories. He told the best stories. I don't remember all of them, but they were always about the Knitting Fairy. The Knitting Fairy would help everyone, and fix everything---"

"That sounds familiar," Tikki giggled.

Marinette smiled and kept taking, "He had bright blue eyes, and a kind voice. And he always made me feel safe." Marinette wiped another tear as she stopped talking. That was it. That was all she could remember. Dark, cold nights of memories had been replaced by the warm, sunny days of Paris. Harsh voices and indistinct words were traded for the soft, clear words of her parents. And Marinette was happy that they had. Except, it meant that she had left her brother behind. It meant that she had abandoned him. And Marinette didn't know if she could ever forgive herself for that.

Tikki nuzzled into Marinette's cheek, and soon Marinette was swarmed by the soft, warm, and tiny arms of all of the kwami in her possession. She laughed dryly as she let them comfort her. And when they were done, Marinette did feel better. So she cleared her throat, stood up straight, drew on her Ladybug confidence and said, "Alright. New mission, tomorrow we start looking for my brother. But tonight! We party!"

The kwami cheered and soon every last one of them was buzzing around her room in a way that was far from helpful, as they tried to help. Marinette laughed at them and closed her eyes. Tonight was a celebration. She could be happy tonight. She didn't have to worry about tonight. It was going to be ok.

. . .

Marinette stepped out of the limo to the overwhelming sounds and lights of cameras and reporters. She did her best to smile and wave, as she moved down the red carpet, but she was far from being comfortable. Jagged Stone had her arm, and he was a grounding presence as she fought to stay calm. She dreaded the moment when he would give into the public and stop to answer every single question, but as it turned out she didn't need to worry. Jagged moved at her pace, and only stopped once to answer only one question of a single reporter.

"Jagged who designed your suit?"

"The one and only MDC of course! My honorary niece, Marinette!" The next thing Marinette knew, she was standing by herself as Jagged, Luka,andJuleka recreated the Will Smith meme with her front and center. Marinette was certain, her face was the color of a tomato as the cameras increased. But Luka quickly saved her by straightening his own suit and taking her arm.

"What was that?" Marinette said through gritted teeth.

"What?" Luka said with a mischievous smile, "It's your first red carpet. Did you really think we weren't going to show you off?" Marinette shook her head as they passed through the pavilion wall.

The city had blocked off the entire area around and under the Eifel Tower for the grand gala that was meant to celebrate Paris's heroes and their victory. Shielding the exclusive party from the press with giant white pavilions, the park had become a world of its own. And what a world it was. String lights lit the party like Christmas Time. Violins and cellos filled the area with the contrasting harmony of a piano. And the cheerful and excited murmur of a guests dancing on a polished wooden floor and mingling on the freshly cut grass, filled the space with warmth and cheer. The women looked like queens and princesses, and the men looked like kings and princes as they glided through the park. Marinette was so captivated by the elegance and grandiose of it all, that she almost didn't see the pièce de résistance, the Eiffel Tower. Luka gently tapped her arm and pointed. She gasped. The tower shone a brilliant Ladybug red as black spots danced across the metal sides. Marinette felt the tears forming in her eyes as she laughed.

But before she could say anything she was caught up in a hug that almost crushed her lungs. She laughed as she saw a mass of blonde hair. "You deserve this," Adrien whispered. "You deserve all of this!"

"So do you, Chaton," Marinette whispered back. "So do you."

Adrien pulled back and looked at her. The weight of the last month had settled heavily in his once bright green eyes. The shock of discovering the truth about his father and Natalie had broken him in a way, that Marinette was not sure would ever heal. Marinette herself had no idea how to help her friend as she was drowning in her own issues, but thankfully neither of them were in this alone. Luka kissed his boyfriend playfully, as Marinette turned to Alya and Nino, who were pushing through the crowds, shouting about the tower and how wonderful it was. Kagami was walking elegantly behind them with Chloe and Zoe. Marinette still wasn't exactly sure how the two sisters had managed to get on the same page, but Marinette had decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth. Drifting back to her thoughts from earlier Marinette decided that her original dream for a world without Hawkmoth, was not to far off.

Life had become simpler. Luka and Adrien were dating and trying to convince her to date both of them, thus removing one source of her anxiety. Chloe was using her impressive powers of persuasion for good. Nino and Alya were talking about rings. Lila was gone. Zoe had just gotten accepted to an acting school in America. Juleka was being scouted by a modeling agents. Lila was gone. A publisher had just called Marc and Nathaniel about their comic. Max was getting internship offers right and left. Lila was gone. They had all managed to graduate, despite the unending akuma attacks. MDC was overflowing with so many commissions, that she had a waiting list three years long! And did she mention that Lie-la was gone!

As Marinette watched and listened to her friends chatter and laugh, she smiled and hugged Tikki through her bag. Everyone was getting their happily ever after. Everyone, except her. She tried to shake the self-deprecating thought away, which ended with her drifting into a state of happy complaisance. She refused to feel sad and guilty tonight. Not when everyone else was happy, and with the future looking so bright. Not with the damn city projectinghercolors of the fucking Eiffel Tower of all things! So she smiled and wandered over to the bar. Maybe a glass of wine would lift her spirits to the boisterous exuberance everyone else seemed to be feeling.Or maybe something stronger, she thought idly.

There were already two tall men already there, but only one turned to look at her as she approached.Cute, she thought noticing how his red hair contrasted well with his black suitBut why is he so tall. She smiled but didn't give him or his friend much thought as she ordered her drink.

"Aren't you a little young to drink?" the man with red hair said in broken French.

Marinette blinked at him. He was smiling in a way that she supposed was meant to be flirty, and she guessed it could work on her if she let. But she decided to mess with him instead, and so said in perfect English, "Not in France. But if you think I'm too young then why are you ogling my dress?"

His friend snorted, and the red-head flushed with a cough. "I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry. I was trying to be clever. I just...can I get a do over?"

He waited for Marinette to respond which she appreciated as the bartender paced her drink. Marinette considered it before thinking, "What the hell, its not like I'm ever going to see him again," and nodded. The red-head beamed and holding out his hand said, "I'm Roy Harper, 20 years old, and my favorite color is red, which is why I was staring at your dress. It's very beautiful. Please don't think I a douche."

Marinette smiled and taking his hand said, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, 18---"

His friend began choking on his drink, and they both turned to face him concerned, with Roy exclaiming "Woah, Jay you ok?"

His friend nodded and muttered, "Sorry, wrong pipe." He then straightened and faced Marinette. He was almost as tall as her Papa, but not nearly as broad. Although he was still the size of a barn door. His black hair was slicked back and for some reason he had a white streak in the middle of it, like a skunk. But what caught Marinette's attention were his eyes. They were blue, tinged green around the edges, with a vibrancy that almost seemed unnatural. And through Tikki, Marinette felt a strange aura around him that was both familiar and foreign, comforting and terrifying. And those strange eyes were staring at her with absolute terror.

After an awkward moment, Roy cleared his throat and cautiously said, "So anyway, it's nice to meet you Marinette. This is my business partner and best friend, Jason Todd."

(a/n I have no idea how consistent I will be updating this. But I'm also posting on ao3 under the same name. Let me know if you want me to tag you!!)

@laurcad123 @craftgremlin

#maribat #marinette dupen chang #marinettexroy #batfam #jason todd #miraculous ladybug #mlb x dc #dc x mlb

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peekaboo-icyou · 11 months

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No longer fearful

Part 1

Pt 2 of fear, is the title cringy lol?

“Baby!!!!!” He searches the house for you and finds you in the library but you don’t notice him, he grabs you and throws you up and catches you “hello my wittle baby” “WIL!” He holds you like a baby “aww is my baby grumpy” you frown at him “you made me lose my page” he pokes your pouts “aww poor baby” he Carrie’s you to your shared bedroom “wil no not right now I am not in the moodddddd I’m tired” you try to escape his arms “oh darling I just need you to get ready for me how about you wear that new dress you got that you were going to show me on a special occasion” you look at his confused “what’s the special occasion?” He smirks “a surprise” “ugh” “c’mon princess you’ll like it I promise” “fine”

you do your hair and makeup then put the dress on its a cute f/c floral dress that goes to just above your knees and it has puffy sleeves with lace trim, of course will knew that he hates secrets so he had to snoop and also he had to make sure it wasn’t a ball gown cause that would not be very dress code for a flower field picnic, once you finish you go out and into the kitchen to get your f/d that your addicted to cause everyone has a drink they are addicted to and wait for Wil,

he comes inside wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants and a chain with your first initial on it and his gold rings and glasses hanging on his collar, “are you ready to go princess” he still hasn’t looked up from his phone “oh um yeah what were you doing outside” “uh huh i um need to put this blindfold on you” you frown “ok” he quickly puts the blindfold on you but right before everything went dark you saw a super nervous expression on his face “oh my you look beautiful darling” you smile and blush “maybe I should have gotten a white blindfold to match your dress better” he kisses you

“ok I’m going to lead you to the car, okay?” You nod and he holds your hand leads you out the door, his hands are really sweaty “is everything okay Wilby?” He chuckles nervously “oh um yeah” you helps you in the car “there you go it about a 25-30 minute drive so feel free to take a nap” and that’s what you did,

when you arrived you were awoken by a stressed sounding Wilbur on the phone you pretended you were asleep still “is everything set up? What do you mean the f/d (favorite dessert) isn’t here?” He whisper yells “out of stock?! I’ve had this planned for weeks didnt the reserve it when I called?!” You pretend to move a little in your sleep “shit I got to go your lucky I got a back up” you heard Wil unbuckle his seat belt and get out and open your door, you feel him wipe some drool of your face and laugh “god your so damn cute” a second goes by and then he gently shakes you awake “wakey wakey it’s time to get up sunshine” you pretend you just woke up “mmm” he unbuckles your seat belt “are you all good and awake now?” You nod “watch your-“ you hit your head “…head” he chuckles a little “shush” he grabs your hand and his hands are even sweatier then before, you giggle “the grass tickles” he mutters something but you don’t hear you finally come to a stop

he takes the blindfold off you you gasp and jump into his arms “I love it Wilby” he smiles “did you just call me Wilby” “yes” you run over to the picnic “come sit down!” There’s a willow tree above you with fairy light and it’s golden hour it’s all you could ask for “you got my favorite snacks!” You immediately start to eat he smiles and watches you eat happily “are you going to eat” “oh um yeah just admiring the view” you giggle and feed him a strawberry he smiles and wipes something off your face after your done eating dinner and stuff like that (you had other stuff than snacks it was just in the car so it was safe)

“come here for a sec n/n I need to show you something” “okay!” When you go behind the tree wil is on one knee you gasp “y/n l/n you’ve already made me the happiest man just dating me but will you make me a happier man and married me, you’ve awaken something inside me ever since I met you before I did I was a cold blooded asshole and treated no one with respect until I saw you, you were so cute and innocent and it made me remember there’s still good in the world so will you please marry me” you start to sob “Yes!!! Yes yes yes!!!!” And you jump into his arms and he kisses you and puts the ring on your finger “god it looks even more beautiful now it’s on your finger” you sniffle “I love you Wilby” “I love you too princess” and that’s when you hear yelling, he freezes and grabs you he runs back over to the picnic blanket and lifts it up and there’s a hole “go in there and don’t leave until me or one of my men come get you” you start to cry again “but” he yells at you “no buts just stay there I’ll be back” you grab his arm “no you can’t leave! What if you get hurt we’re supposed to get married!” He slaps your hand off of him “I promise I’ll be back I love you” he kisses you and then covers you up.

Should I make a part 3

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt wilbur #mafia au #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dream smp #mafia boss x reader fluff #mafia romance #mafia rp #mafia aesthetic

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sukuna-lover · 9 months

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Happily Never After

Dabi x GN!Reader

Cursing, fighting (arguing), angst ending, cheating, kissing (Slight dub con?), and a bad wedding

Summary: When you was ready to walk down the aisle you find out that Dabi cheated on you.

A/N: This is my first fanfic I ever wrote for anime, Dabi is probably ooc.

Your wedding day is supposed to be the most beautiful and happiest day of your life. And Y/N believe that, ever since they were a kid they thought of this day so many times. But now that it is happening they’re nervous. What if they messed up their vows? Or if they trip while walking down the aisle? These thoughts filled Y/N’s head while Toga was helping them get ready to walk down the aisle, Twice was also in the room for support and helping Y/N with their nerves.

“You look stunning, Y/N!” Toga said loudly while she smiled and clapped her hands together. “Thank you Toga! And thank you Twice for being here to help me with my nerves!” Y/N said smiling brightly at the both of them “You’re welcome!” Jin said “Anything for you cutie!” Twice chimed in, making Y/N chuckle a little. “Jin, can you check to make sure Dabi is ready?” Jin stood up and quickly nodded “Of course, be right back!” Jin said while he left the room to look for the groom-to-be.

“You still nervous, Y/N?” Toga asked as she sat on the chair next to the mirror where Y/N was checking themselves out, They turned their head to look at Toga and smiled a little “A little, I never thought this day would come.” Toga tilted her head to the side and frowned softly “What do you mean? You are gorgeous! Anyone would kill to marry you!” This made Y/N laugh, Toga has always been so sweet to them. “I love you Toga, You have always been by my side and I truly appreciate that.” Toga gave them a big grin “I love you too! Let’s go over your vows! Okay?”

Y/N nodded before facing the mirror again and taking a deep breath “I always thought about my wedding and what I would say to the person I would be marrying, but yet I have nothing. No words can express how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. You are my soulmate, my best friend, and my other half. I promise you from this day onwards I will always love you through everything. I promise you that I will always be with you in this life and any other life after this. You are truly the one person I want to spend every life with. For you are my person. I love you.”

Y/N smiled and looked at Toga to see if the vows were any good “That was so beautiful Y/N! I bet if Dabi could cry he would be crying when he hear this!” Toga said with tears in her eyes, Y/N smiled a little “Toga, why are you crying?” They asked while carefully wiping the tears from her eyes so she wouldn’t ruin her makeup before the actual wedding.

Jin quickly came running into the dressing room “Y/N! We have something to tell you!” Twice said his voice loud startling Toga and Y/N “What is it Twice? Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, “You might want to sit down for this.” Jin said walking towards Y/N and pulling the chair out but they didn’t sit “Jin, whatever you need to tell me I promise I can take it.” Jin looked at Toga and his eyes told her that whatever it was it was very serious “Y/N, I think you need to sit down.”

The tension in the room became thick “Guys, just tell me!” Y/N said sternly with one hand on their hip “Rip it off like a bandaid okay?” They added hoping It would get Jin to just tell them what was the problem. “I went to look for Dabi like you said. And I found him,” Jin started but Twice cut him off “We found Dabi cheating on you!” Y/N eyes widened as they slowly sat down “You’re lying.” They said with tears filling their eyes, Dabi wouldn’t cheat on them. He wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Jin said all Y/N could do was shake their head.

“Where is he, Jin?” Y/N asked looking up to meet Jin’s eyes “He’s in his room, but I don’t think you should go see him!” Jin said but his advice fell on deaf ears and Y/N stood up and made their way towards the door “Y/N, Jin is probably right, you shouldn’t go see him. It’ll hurt you more!” Toga chimed in trying to get her friend to stop, but to no avail. Y/N walked out of the room and made their way to Dabi’s. As they made their way to his room he saw one of the guests leave his room fixing their clothes and hair.

Y/N knocked on the door waiting for Dabi to give them the okay to come in. Once he did, they opened the door “Doll! I’m not supposed to see you until the actual wedding.” Dabi said as he looked at them “Twice told me.” Was the only thing Y/N said as they placed their engagement ring on the table in front of Dabi.

Dabi looked at the ring and back up to his partner “Y/N it’s not like that at all!” Dabi replied as he stood up in front of Y/N, who was looking at the ground, afraid to meet Dabi’s eyes “I can’t be with someone let alone marry someone who cheated.” Y/N replied, Dabi grabbed their face slightly, lifting it to meet his gaze. “I love you, more than anything!” Dabi said as he kissed them. Y/N just stood there for a moment not reciprocating, how could they? Knowing that the man they loved cheated on them. Dabi tried deepening the kiss but Y/N pushed Dabi's chest back, making him stop kissing them.

“Dabi stop, You just making it worse.” Y/N said as they turned around to leave, but Dabi grabbed their wrist “It was a mistake, Y/N.” Dabi replied as he gripped his partner's wrist tighter. “Let go of my wrist.” Y/N said as they pulled their wrist out of Dabi’s grip, “So this is it? You throwing 5 years away, because of one stupid mistake?” Turning around Y/N looked at Dabi “A stupid mistake? Cheating isn’t a mistake, it’s a choice. You choose to cheat. Not only that but you decided to cheat on our wedding day!” Y/N said as they jabbed a finger on Dabi's chest “You choose to throw away 5 years not me.” Dabi sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair “You being overly dramatic, people cheat on their wedding days all the time.” Is he being serious right now? “You joking right? Do you think people decide to go on with the wedding if they catch their partner cheating? Are you trying to justify your cheating by saying ‘People cheat at their wedding all the time’?”

Dabi sat back down on his chair “Look, I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N, you make me a better person. You are the only one I want to be with no one else.” Letting a tear slip from their eye Y/N sighed “If you love me like you say you do. You wouldn’t have cheated.” Dabi looked down at the table looking at the engagement ring he gave them, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen.” If Dabi could cry he probably would have let out a tear. “I’m sorry too Dabi, I’m sorry that I trusted you with my heart for 5 years.”

Y/N sighed as they turned to leave the room before Dabi could say anything else. Once they were outside of Dabi's room, they started to walk down the hall, before they started to run until they ran out of the back door. Collapsing on the ground and letting out a choked sob “You were supposed to be my person!” Y/N cried as they buried their face in their hands.

Thank you so much for reading this! I take nicely worded constructive criticisms <3

Also my ask and request boxes are open! So if you have any questions or requests please don’t be shy to ask or request them!

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kozubaby · 2 years

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First Date -> Kenma x Reader

You have your first date with Kenma after ages of perfect friendship. Rated: G Kenma x Reader in a Skirt

Also posted on AO3: Here

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt in the passenger seat of the car and you watched the streetlights go by outside. You were unbelievably nervous, and Kuroo’s propensity for breaking speed limit laws was not helping.

“Kuroo please slow down.” You ground out and gripped the door handle. He chuckled amusedly and sped up.

“Don’t wanna be late for your daaaate.” He teased and laughed again. Your following silence made him pout, and he slowed down just a tad. “What’s got you so stressed, cuz? It’s not like you don’t know him. You’re best friends.”

“Yeah and that’s the problem. This could ruin everything, and I’d rather have him as my friend than not at all.” Wasn’t that obvious?

“Okay and he feels the same way. You remember that he’s my best friend too right? I’m just not so blinded by love that I can’t see how you two feel about each other. Just relax. It’s gonna go great.”

You huffed and sat back in your seat. Maybe Kuroo had a point. Or maybe he was driving you to your doom. Your mind wandered to worrying about superficial things. Did you dress up too much? Put on too much makeup? Spent too much time on things he would never care about?

Before you knew it, Kuroo was pulling up in front of a really fancy restaurant, one you’d never visit on your own and could never dream of affording.

“So this is why you kept telling me to dress up more…” You breathed out as your palms started to sweat.

“Yeah, he really wanted to go big.” Kuroo chuckled, shaking his head and pulling up to the valet. “Hey, make sure to compliment his outfit, cuz I helped him out with his, too.”

Your car door was opened by a tall, suited gentleman who then reached in and offered a hand to help you out.

“Have fun cuzzo! Give him a couple of big smooches while you’re at it!”

Kuroo waited until you were inside the restaurant before driving off, so you were able to spare one last glance back and see his reassuring smile. If anything, he would hold the three of you together, and that was a comforting thought.

Once inside, you were ushered off to a table on the second floor in a room much quieter and more private than the downstairs dining room. You could see your date sitting in a very cozy looking booth, silky two-toned strands held half-up in a bun, hands clasped in his lap as he stared out the window at the glittering lights of the city. Your steps faltered a few feet away from the table as your nerves got the best of you, but he noticed your reflection in the glass and turned to greet you, stumbling to climb out of the booth quickly.

It was then that you realized he was just as nervous as you. You watched him wipe his sweaty palms on the impeccably tailored, soft grey suit he was wearing before looking back up at you with those pretty amber eyes. His cheeks flushed when he noticed your soft smile.

“U-uh, hey. You look...wow, you look beautiful.” The way his voice quivered set off butterflies in your tummy as you thanked him and he ushered for you to see down.

“You look great too, Kenma. I haven’t seen you dressed up like this in years.” You mused.

“There’s never been an occasion more special and important.”

You looked away as the weight of his words settled heavy on your heart, threatening to steal your breath and fall head first into this. Luckily, a waiter came by to take your orders.

Dinner went so well. The food was delicious, and you and Kenma were able to settle into old habits and routines like the best friends that you were. You thought that if dating him would be like this, you’d happily take the plunge. You were enamoured by him. The way he spoke and interacted with the staff - the owner even came by to personally greet him as if they were old pals and Kenma acted so smooth and confidently - the way his eyes seemed to sparkle whenever you spoke, how he would reach up to tuck a long piece of hair behind his ear, or how enticing his lips looked as he brought a glass of whine up to his mouth to sip at. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to him in every way.

When dinner was over, Kenma offered to take you home as he would after any night hanging out unless you’d already KO’d at his place, which had happened a million times. The drive was very quiet and the air started to turn quiet in a way that even Kenma had a hard time dealing with.

“Hey...are you okay?” There was always a chance that this wouldn’t work out, but the night had gone so well. At least he thought so.

“Hm? Oh yeah I’m…” You frowned as it became harder to find words to explain what was going on in your head. You even flinched when Kenma reached over to place a reassuring hand on your knee. He pulled away quickly and made a split decision, cutting into the parking lot of a park just a few blocks from your apartment. You frowned and looked over to your date, questioning why you were there.

“Come on. Let’s go for a walk.” He turned the car off, climbed out, and walked over to your side before you could even get your thoughts together. He helped you out and bent his arm, offering it to you for the walk. The air outside was comfortably cool, but that did nothing to calm your rapidly beating heart.

For a while, the two of you just walked, looking out onto the water as the sounds of the night filled the silence better than inside the car. Eventually, Kenma spoke up.

“What’s going on in your head, sweets?” He’d called you that for years, but it landed so differently tonight. “I’ve never seen you this quiet. Is this...not something you want to pursue?”

“N-no, it’s not that!” You rushed to explain because the anxiety in his voice was something you never wanted to be the cause of. “I just...I…” You bit your lip and frowned deep. Your vocal paralysis really had a way of rearing its ugly head at the worst possible times.

“You’re afraid that dating me will ruin our friendship.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes of surprise because he hit the nail on the head.

“Y-yeah I just love you so much and I don’t want to lose you-”

“You love me?” He stopped walking and turned to you.

“What? Did I say that out loud?” You covered your mouth, feeling heat rush to your face of sheer horror and embarrassment.

“Yeah…” Kenma breathed out and stepped impossibly closer to you, amber gold eyes staring deeply into yours. “Did you mean it?”

Could you lie to him even if you wanted to with the way he was looking at you? Not a chance.

“Yes…” It came out barely above a whisper, but you were able to watch Kenma’s eyes light up, lips curving up into a brighter smile than you think anyone else had ever seen.

“Then you have no reason to be scared because I love you, too.” And he didn’t leave a single moment for you to doubt because right then, he swooped in to play the softest kiss on your lips and if that didn’t convey true love, you didn’t know what could.

When he pulled back, laughing breathlessly and taking your face in his hands, you also couldn’t help but smile as you were flooded with serotonin and a feeling of relief enough to be even more honest with him.

“Kozu...I’ve waited for you to do that for years now. All of this doesn’t even seem real.” But it was real. Kenma Kozume was standing in front of you, holding you, smiling at you, confessing his love for you...kissing you…

“I’ve waited too, sweets. Tell me I don’t have to wait anymore.”

And instead of answering him with words, you pulled him in for another kiss.

Best First Date Ever

#haikyuu fanfiction #kenma x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kozume #haikyuu drabbles #reader insert #haikyuu time skip

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aceontheline · 9 months

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Helluva Good Time (Maybe) (Pt. 2)

I didn't even really have to wait until Blitz sent me a text message because when I woke up the next morning, he called me. I was mildly panicking when I saw his number pop up across my screen. He told me that he was on his way and told me to wear something casual and cute. Done and done. We hang up shortly after that and I go throw on some ripped jeans and a decent t-shirt with flannel over it. I just barely put on makeup, then got some water & a light snack before I left my house. Right as I step out, there's Blitz, waiting in his van and blaring music. Clearly enjoying himself too, as I see him headbanging and giving the "devil horns" gesture with his hand. I giggle at the sight of it, knocking on the passenger side window. Sort of humiliated, Blitz asked me if I saw anything. I lied in order to humble him. He wiped the sweat from his brow and told me to get in his van. I asked where we were going.

"We're gonna stop over by that HUGE mall here in the Gluttony ring and just enjoy ourselves. Then maybe back to Imp City?" Blitz asked.

"Oh sure! I haven't been to that mall in forever! Can we invite some of my friends?" I follow up.

"Who was that girl in the coffee shop? Caitlyn? Maybe her" Blitz replies, sounding a bit huffy.

I called Caitlyn and asked if she wanted to come to the mall with Blitz and I. She said that as much as she wanted to, she couldn't today. She had a rough day at work during her night shift and needed the day to decompress. "So sorry! Hope you feel better" I said in my usual positive tone, to which she thanked me and hung up. Blitz smiled. "Looks like it's just you and me. Cool, let's go" he said happily, driving away from my house in a heartbeat.

Truly though, we did enjoy the time we spent together. Buying new clothes, seeing different stores and finally getting a moment to just sit down in a more one on one conversation. Based on his body language, I could tell that he was trying to get closer and closer to me. Blitz talked more about his job because I asked him about I.M.P and how it all worked. Then he asked me about myself. My hobbies and interests, all that good stuff. "Are you really interested?" I ask. Blitz nods firmly. I told him that since I was younger, I really enjoyed cooking. When I was back up on the surface, I even opened a side business where I sold decorated cookies and cupcakes.

I also told him that, even though I wasn't very good at it, I liked to sing. Blitz smiled and assured me that I couldn't be THAT terrible, considering all the trash he's heard on the radio. A soft smile crept up on my face, as I felt my face get warm. Was... Was I blushing? Blitz chuckled at the sight, brushing some hair out of my face. Presumably so he could see my blushing face. He gazed at me for a moment, then quickly pulled his hand away, as if he knew he messed something up. I asked him if he was okay, to which he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just thought I saw something in your hair" Blitz replied sternly.

"Probably just loose strands. Tis the consequence of having long hair" I reply, twirling a chunk of my hair.

Blitz nods and keeps talking about cooking related mishaps he's endured, like nearly setting his kitchen on fire while trying to make eggs. "I had to get better at cooking. After all, I got Loona" he insisted, looking at a picture of her. I ask if that's his adopted daughter he mentioned before. Blitz nods in response, showing me a picture of her. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place her. I shrugged this off as coincidence for now and just asked him about work again. He was talking business for a long while, before he asked me about my job and what it is I do.

Truthfully, my job wasn't as exciting as ever. I was in charge of coordinating parties and events for people. It was a lot of work, but I got a lot of money in return for it so it didn't matter. Plus, I do enjoy the feeling of organizing things, especially if they go well. Blitz asked if I helped out with anything major recently. "Yeah, Beezlebub's party actually. She was really chill through the whole thing and paid me well" I reply, showing him pictures of the venue. He looked shocked, saying that he was actually at that party, asking me why I didn't go.

I said it was because the party was on a random night in the middle of the week. I needed to work the next day, which was true. Blitz then asked me if I'd want to go to a party with him sometime. He knew my kryptonite... I agreed to go with him to one that was happening next weekend in his ring. He already looked excited, telling me all the details I needed to know. It was a bit of a larger party, but I could manage it. After talking all of this out, Blitz and I continued on then left after a while. We went back to his place in Imp City and watched some movies until...

I woke up a little while later, my head in Blitz's lap. He was looking down at me, asking me in a sarcastic manner if I was "comfy down there". I laughed in his face, hitting him lightly with the couch cushion. He and I were laughing, not realizing that we were... Also "play fighting". Blitz and I were still giggling, until he looked down over me. Both of us were blushing a bit, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest a bit. Shit... This would've been a real movie moment if he were to-

It was happening. I felt it. He smiled at me in such a way. It was... Warm. Soft. I could feel his heartbeat somehow. It was fast and chaotic. He apologized for pinning me like that and got up quickly after, hoisting me up.

"It's okay. I do dumb shit like that with my friends a lot. That was fun though" I say, returning the look he gave to me. Blitz blushed a bit.

"Heh, yeah. It was nice-" Blitz replied, placing a hand on my shoulder. "It's getting late though. I should get you home" he finished his thought.

I nodded, putting my shoes back on and waiting for him at the front door. He and I left shortly, rushing to his van. Blitz put on some music for us to listen to on the ride back to my place. For some reason or another, he decided to get bold with me. He placed a hand on my thigh, occasionally stealing glances at me. Once we got back to my place, Blitz said he needed to ask me something. He took a deep breath and then gazed into my eyes softly. He mentioned how he knew that we met not too long ago and that we were mainly talking over texts and "Facetime", but he wanted to ask this for some time now. Blitz sighed and then asked me if I wanted to actually be his date to that party he mentioned earlier.

I suggested that we at least go out on a trial date first. Maybe a simple dinner date on a weeknight. Blitz agreed, saying that he knew a decent place in Imp City, telling me to dress somewhat decent. I agreed and hugged him before stepping out of the van. I felt him hug me in return... It was nice. Then we pulled away from each other and went our separate ways for now. When Blitz got home, we hammered out the details over text. It would be a Wednesday night, as the party was on Saturday night. It would give him and I at least a few days to see if this push in the relationship is what we actually wanted.

Knowing me though... It's exactly what I wanted. I had to become even more desirable to him, so I asked around for advice before heading to bed, having absorbed a bunch of information. I was already counting down the days until Wednesday, which seemed odd. It didn't matter. I had a little sliver of a hope for happiness.

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#helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss

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jasperenthusiast · 2 years

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Late Shift | Jasper X Chuck E. Cheese PART 2

[Thank you for the comments, it honestly helped me a lot with staying motivated on writing, without further adue, chapter 3, this one dose have a few tiny time skips I hope it isn’t too confusing <3]

[Also Incase ya’ll are wondering who Ronnie and Bella are they’re new characters in the rockstar chuck e band, I just decided to add them since they add diversity and honestly deserve some love]

[Post writing, I’m just gonna release one chapter at a time, if I do 2 chapters per post I’ll just stress myself out lol]

Chapter 3

Jasper sighed as the car parked, he looked up at the mirror, the local bar reflected at it. As the dog pulled the key out of the ignition the bright lights and air conditioning whirred down like a candle with the lid put back on. He didn't come to any old bar, Crusty was actually quite the regular, the dog was probably hoping that his baseball star friend would be there today.

Luckily for Jasper, it was happy hour. So indeed crusty was there, happily info dumping random stories about his various games. The Bartender probably bared the rambling because crusty tipped well, and also ordered a lot of easy to make drinks. Crusty stopped mid sentence and his mouth smiled when he saw the dog sit next to him, he was about to splurge at how shocked and admittedly excited to see his friend here so suddenly. But realizedJaspers face was that of a confused and overall just...not a good one. "Jasp? You good man? What's goin on??" Crusty rested a paw on the dogs shoulder as the dog took off his hat and put it on the counter. The dog just responded by looking up to the bartender with an order, and then crossing his arms he sighed looking at Crusty. "I...don't really know, how to explain it." Jasper sighed, the dog wasn't even able to manage eye contact.

Crusty sighed, "How about a couple drinks...on me, and then you tell me when you feel a bit more loosened?" The dog shrugged his voice was a little louder "I guess a dog like me can't say no to free drinks."

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Ronnie was sitting on his couch hanging upside down staring at the TV as it played on of his makeup tutorials. He was a gay unicorn that did makeup. Truly shocking. The unicorn decided hanging upside down would help get the brain juices flooding, and help him think of a new video idea. Until he heard a knock on the door, he sighed sitting up. He didn't think much about it as he went to answer, he orders plenty of makeup and businesses often send him stuff expecting a free shoutout.

As the door opened the tired unicorns eyes quickly widened when he saw a puffy eyed rat standing in front of him, it wasn't any rat. It was Chuck E.

Ronnie was sitting on a mini sofa adjacent to the couch as he looked at Chuck whom he sat on the couch. "Lemme get this straight, you're gay. And you told jasper before mE?" Ronnie's crossed his legs "Chuck E you know me and Bella would've helped you come out to the whole gang, I'm like the only gay friend you have Chuck." The rat responded with a sigh and retorted "I just wanted to tell Jasper first, a-and I know it wasn't the smartest I just don't know what to do now..." And the tears started to swell in his eyes again. The tears were interrupted by a phone being slid in front of him along with 2 cans on monster. The unicorn spoke "Order takeout and get ready, we are watching your favorite show and talking the talks." He spoke in his naturally feminine accent as he faded away into the kitchen and back out with a glass of champagne, "Annndd, this is also a celebration, for me finnaly having a fellow gay friend, and for you...finding out you're gay obvs" he shrugged as he put the glass on the table as well.

Chuck E stared with confused eyes but eventually smiled and wiped the tears away as he laughed. The Rat responded "Ronnie you're really something else." and the unicorn came over to the couch hugging him carefully as he sighed "you know I'm your faves babe~(Babe in a platonic way)" before letting go and grabbing the remote. "Now, Hurry and order before I pick the show for you"

(To clarify, I’m 90% sure that Ronnie is LGBTQ+, I’m not sure what so for this I’m writing him as He/Him genderfluid pan, he refers to himself as gay in the umbrella term fashion and while acts quite stereotypical I just think that’s best fitting for the little we know abt his personality, I used to be just like Ronnie so I hope this stereotype of writing isn’t offensive to anybody, not every LGBTQ+ member acts like this, but Ronnie dose, and he’s proud of it <3 Happy Pride Btw <3~)

#art #chuck e cheese #jasper #jasper t jowls #pizza time theatre #fandom #cec #fanfic #fanfiction #crusty #crusty the cat #Ronnie the unicorn

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“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary- after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks and @hongism for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you.

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily.

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it.

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water.

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk.

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo.

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?”

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above.

“You call Jimin a prince?”

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband.

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.”

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.”

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own.

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.”

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.”

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid.

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom.

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed.

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it.

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can.

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone.

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway.

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk.

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read.

He just matched with YOU.

His best friend.

His secret, lifelong crush.

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it.

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen.

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other.

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message.

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone.

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend.

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone.

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion.

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff.

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband.

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line.

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend.

“It’s nothing!”

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.”

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.”

You roll your eyes.

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off.

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams.

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback.

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly.

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures.

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen.

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is.

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork.

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you.

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause.

“What’s up?” He asks curiously.

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner.

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours.

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own.

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to.

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator.

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze.

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face.

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest.

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others.

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park.

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too.

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth.

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm.

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing.

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it.

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck.

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes.

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently.

“And I promise to never run away from you again.”

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself.

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again.

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with.

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing.

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss.

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours.

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly.

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed.

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?”

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement.

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.”

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited.

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs.

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes.

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more.

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.”

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable.

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan.

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water.

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently.

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue.

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue.

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets.

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully.

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.”

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body).

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are.

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down.

“Still dreaming?”

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire.

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes.

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout.

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug.

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing.

“I plan to find out everything.”

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.”

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss.

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you.

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body.

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands.

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.”

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation.

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.”

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off.

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt.

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation.

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion.

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship.

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister.

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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