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A Little Bit of This (& A Little Bit of That)

a/n: i am so tired of rereading this thing. i’ll probably have to come back an edit it again in a few days; i just gotta get this posted kajsdlfkja. is it ooc? dog i don’t know but we doing what we can lmaooooo. also, what city are they in?? yeah idk that either lolol. also also, have y'all see loweater's shinsou fanart? hot firstly. secondly i won't tag bc this is a smut story LOL but go check out their pretty pics man!! LASTLY i hope y'all enjoy this piece.

summary: you find your own little adventure after losing your group in the club. shinsou x reader.

cw: 18+, smut, adult content, au, car sex, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, alcohol, shinsou refers to reader as angel and sometimes baby, some degradation, dirty talk, fingering. inexperienced!reader. afab!reader. she/her pronouns.

word count: 7,136 words

The club was dimly lit with atmospheric glows of reds and blues. There was the occasional flash from the lights on the stage, flickering in time to the vibrating bass of the live band. None of it was helpful to you though, more mood-setting than visual help. Shadows still licked along the walls, obscuring the people swaying to the beat. You couldn’t figure out where your roommate and her bachelorette party disappeared off to.

You had gone to the bar to grab a drink; it had only taken a few minutes, but when you had returned to the exact spot you had left them, you found yourself alone in a sea of swaying strangers. You sighed, running your hand through your curled hair. It was fine, you reassured yourself. As long as the bride was having fun, you didn’t mind catching up with them later. Besides, you couldn’t keep up with their wild energy, and you had been internally begging for a chair to give your blistered feet a break for the last forty minutes.

You turned around to make your way back toward the bar, hoping you could find an empty seat. As you maneuvered through the crowd, someone stepped backward and bumped into you. You only had time to catch his short blond hair coming into your vision, unable to avoid the collision.

“Shit,” you muttered as your drink sloshed, spilling over the rim of your cup and dripping down your hand. “Sorry! Did it get on you?”

When you looked up to him, pretty blue eyes glinted back mischievously. He said something, but his words were swept away with the pulsating music.

“Sorry, what?” you yelled back.

He leaned forward to be better heard; you felt wet lips and warm breath brushing against your hair as he tilted too close to your ear. “I said, it’s fine. Getting spilled on is a risk you take inside clubs.”

The feel of his words pressing against your curls and skin made an uncomfortable shiver slip down your spine. Whatever curiosity had been flickering at the color of his eyes immediately extinguished.

You leaned away from him, as subtle as you could. “Very true,” you answered back. Then, shooting him a polite smile, you turned to eagerly disappear into the crowd.

Abruptly, though, a firm grip on your wrist yanked you back.

“Hey, wait, wait,” he said, projecting his voice over the pulsing bass. “Where are you going so fast? Are you here alone?”

His hold had loosened as soon as he had your attention, allowing you to tug your hand easily out of his grip. “I’m with a bachelorette group,” you responded, trying to maintain some type of distance despite the club being packed. “And I really need to find them, so…”

“I’ll help,” he said, grinning. “What do they look like?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine—I’ll—”

He reached out for you again, fingers brushing against the skin of your waist, exposed by the cut out panels of your black dress. It was a cute detail when you had seen it online, but now you thought it was less cute, seeing as how a stranger was taking advantage of the easy access to your body—and how he wasn’t bothering to hide the long, lingering looks at your low cleavage.

“Let—” You flinched, stumbling backwards out of his reach and into something hard. From behind you, an arm snaked around your midsection. The dread that had been growing from the blond’s advancements suddenly shot into a heart-spiking fear as worst case scenarios passed through your mind—until you saw a left hand grab a hold of the blond’s wrist, keeping him from getting closer.

“I’ve been looking for you, angel—” The voice, low and smooth, rumbled from above you, cutting through the intrusive thoughts and vibrating music.

You looked up—past the hard chest peeking through an open, dark gray shirt, the thick neck with a simple silver chain, the shaved, sharp jaw—to the stranger’s half-grin and purple eyes. He looked friendly enough, but his eyes were staring intensely at the blond. He released his grip on him, but kept the other around your waist, still holding you loosely and gently even as he pressed you against him.

“Who’s your new friend?” His tone was relaxed despite the weight of his stare.

“I thought you said you were here with a bachelorette group,” the blond said to you, glancing at the new guy with irritation coating his tense smile.

So, they didn’t know each other? Was it just luck that this person had come by and stepped in?

The purple-haired stranger interrupted with an easy lie: “It’s a mixed group.” He tilted his head minutely, the shifting of it giving his once nonchalant smile a new pressure, as though he were daring the other to question him. “And this one,” he continued, “is supposed to be my buddy for the night, but she always slips away so quickly. You should really let me know when you’re running off, angel.”

You glanced between them, analyzing the situation, the stakes, the risks—the feel of one hand that stayed loose around your waist and the memory of the other one that had tightened against your skin.

You mustered a sheepish smile; you weren’t the best at lying (your face gave too much away), but you hoped the shadows hid whatever uncertainty was present in your cheeks. “…Sorry,” you finally said. “I’ll be sure to tell you next time.” You looked back to the blond. “Thanks for the offer anyways.”

The blond didn’t answer right away, still suspicious of the new man’s appearance and trying to figure out if there was anything he could do about those suspicions. Ultimately, though, the only other play left was a retreat, so he simply said to you, “Come find me if you get lost again,” and then turned and waded through the sea.

You absolutely would not, you thought to yourself, letting out a sigh of relief.

As you were about to thank your hero, you felt him shift his hold from an arm around your waist to a hand on your hip. He leaned toward your ear, keeping distance between his mouth and your hair, unlike the other guy, and said, “Sorry for my hand still on you, but he’s still watching. Third window from the door.”

Of course he was, you thought.

A hand squeezed your side gently. “It’ll be fine,” the purple-haired stranger said, giving you a reassuring smile. “You’re heading toward the bar, right? I’ll go with you. Got a seat saved.” He stepped behind you and placed both hands—light, calloused, and warm—on your exposed waist. You were suddenly very aware of the size of his hands, the breadth of his chest hovering behind you, and the light sparks that suddenly danced up your back, originating from the warmth of his hold.

You let him maneuver you through the crowd to the barstool against the wall. He raised a hand in thanks to the bartender that tilted his head toward the empty seat.

“Sit,” he said, and because your feet were aching so badly, you disregarded your need to decline several times before accepting, taking the seat instantly with a a grateful sigh at the weight and pressure lifting from your bruised feet.

“God, thank you,” you muttered, resisting the urge to take off your suede heels and massage your pulsing toes.

“It’s just Shinsou,” he said with a cheeky grin, and it took you a second to understand the joke.

He leaned forward against the counter, grabbing the attention of the dark-haired bartender to request a drink. They chit-chatted for a bit, seemingly friends, and it gave you the chance to fully take in your hero as you sipped on your watered down mojito. Logically, you knew that the bar was brighter so that the bartenders could effectively make drinks, but you felt as though the universe was spotlighting Shinsou just for you.

(The thought was embarrassing, maybe a little cringe-inducing, too, but that didn’t stop you from looking anyway.)

He had broad shoulders and he was lean, as far as you could see from his half-buttoned shirt (as far as you could remember, being pressed against his chest moments before). He was dressed well; you particularly liked his jewelry, the chain around his neck and the dangling earrings. His face was handsome, too, the chiseled jaw, the high cheek bones, the messy hair.

But what made him really handsome, what cemented your interest and curiosity, was how he held himself. He had a calm presence and a confident posture, neither a straightened back from nerves nor a curled spine from fear. There was a fluidness in the way he filled the space, shifting his movements like water filling a cup, touching every part around him without the fear that he was taking too much space. It was a surety that you yourself had been chasing for years.

It showed in his easy smile, too. It wasn’t a trait you had ever given though to, but Shinsou’s lopsided grin had stayed on his face during the interaction with the blond and after, unwavering, and you found that—captivating. He looked like he was in on a joke that no one else was privy to, one between him and god—or the devil.

When he turned to look at you after the bartender turned around to make his drink, your breath caught in your throat. His gaze was intense—not fierce or piercing, but heightened, sharp—secretive even, if the soft shadows under his eyes were any indication. He looked aware and watchful, but unbothered and untroubled, like he knew the effect he had on others but simply didn’t carel.

His brow shifting upwards in curiosity and his smile tilting into a full smirk made you realize that you had been staring at him quietly for too long.

“Got something on my face?” Shinsou asked, amused.

“No, I was just”—you scrambled for a reason—“realizing that I actually never gave you my name.”

He didn’t say anything. It took you a flustering amount of time to register that he was waiting for you to then say your name.

“…Which is [Name],” you finally said, clearing your throat. “That was…super awkward, sorry.”

He laughed. The sound was nice, sending goosebumps down the line of your spine. Too bad he was laughing at you. You mentally berated yourself.

The bartender came back and slid two drinks in front of Shinsou, who then passed one over to you.

“Rum and coke,” he said.

You didn’t want to tell him that you needed extra coke with this, not after he had just laughed at you, so you resisted the reluctant grimace and simply thanked him.

“So, you’re here for a bachelorette party?” he asked.

You nodded, pushing your mojito to the side and taking a small sip of your new drink—god, more coke would be better. “Yeah, my roommate’s,” you responded. “A whole group of twelve other girls that I somehow lost.”

He seemed to have noticed something in your tone and said, “Not your friends?”

You gave a guilty grin. “They’re all her high school friends.” You tried to keep your tone light, not wanting to sound bratty. “All of them have known each other for years, and I’m not super used to clubbing, so it’s been hard to keep up with them… It’s fine, though! As long as the bride’s having fun, it doesn’t matter if I get lost a few times in the crowd.” You wondered if that was as long-winded as it sounded to your ears. “…Um, so, are you here for anything in particular?”

“I flew in for a friend’s birthday,” he replied. “He’s dancing with someone near the stage.”

“Oh, fun,” you said weakly. You took another sip of your drink, swallowed both the bitterness and the wince, and wondered if this was the extent of your conversational skills. You had been wearing your social hat all day for your roommate’s friends, so maybe you could blame your social stumbling on that—and the fact that Shinsou was more intimidating than you had expected.

Not that he had done anything to make you scared—just that he was overwhelmingly attractive, and you were pretty sure people didn’t make friends in clubs. You were wildly unprepared to handle all of that, all of this. Everyone always hoped for a fun story, but you never thought you’d be so ill-equipped should it ever happen.

He didn’t say anything more, opting to look at you instead. You tried to match his stare, but you felt warm under the heat of his eyes and ended up looking away.

“You’re not as I thought you’d be,” Shinsou remarked suddenly.

This wasn’t a conversation that you were used to having, but one you were aware of. You knew he was trying to reconcile how you looked—dark lipstick, low cleavage, mini-dress—with how you acted—hesitant, awkward, inexperienced. He would probably leave soon; they usually did, after realizing that you didn’t match whatever energy you were putting out.

“Right, less interesting?” you said, relying on your habit of self-deprecation to avoid hurt feelings.

“Less…shy.”

It wasn’t a bad word, but you had never been called that before, not since high school, and you didn’t know why it bothered you so much. “I’m not really shy.” You tried not to sound defensive, but you could hear the way your tone betrayed your intent. “I mean—I wouldn’t consider myself to be.”

His hand slid across the table toward you, inches from your hands cupping your glass, but he didn’t touch you. “I didn’t mean it offensively,” he said. “I meant that I thought the way you’re dressed is different from how you act.”

You cleared your throat. “I’m confident in myself. Generally.” You glanced at him. He was still looking at you. You felt self-conscious before, but now you were on another level of distressingly aware. “I just don’t have as many experiences as other people, so sometimes I come off, um, weird.”

You felt your self-esteem take a hit, starting to compare yourself to the other people around you—and then you you steeled yourself, forcibly interrupting your own spiral.

This was not the first time you had said something off-putting in front of people, and he was not the first cute guy you had done it to either. This was fine, and if it wasn’t fine, it would be fine.

You took a longer sip from your drink, calming your nerves.

You weren’t in high school anymore. You weren’t going to whip yourself for feeling unsure. You were just as glamorous as the rest of the women around you; maybe you weren’t as experienced, but that was okay. You weren’t ashamed—just a little embarrassed whenever the light was shined on you.

Maybe a lot embarrassed, but no matter.

The hand that had been in your peripheral suddenly moved into your line of sight, his fingers looping around your wrist.

“Yeah…I should probably clarify, angel,” Shinsou announced, “that I think it’s cute, not weird.”

“Oh.”

Well, that was a bonus.

And an ego boost.

The back of your neck tingled from both his declaration and pet name for you.

Shinsou released your wrist and shifted to lean his back against the counter. You noted that, in swapping positions, he had closed the few inches between where he was standing and where you were sitting. Your knee buzzed as his shirt tickled your leg every time he adjusted or breathed, and you realized that the new angle allowed you to see further into his shirt. You couldn’t help but cast a glance at the new skin, see a glinting piece of metal against a brown nipple.

Ah, maybe you shouldn’t have looked.

Your cheeks warmed; your stomach flipped.

When you flickered your eyes back up to him and saw a tilted chin and a tilted smile, you wondered if he had done that on purpose.

He was different than how he looked, too, you thought.

“So,” Shinsou began, “since we’re confessing things, I’ll admit that I had a secondary motive for helping you out.”

He paused, as though savoring the sight of your stilled chest as you held your breath for his confession.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “And I was tired of watching you talk to him.”

The redness of your cheeks expanded to your ears and the back of your neck.

“It was only two minutes,” you said.

Shinsou sighed exaggeratedly. “And those two minutes were exhausting.”

You laughed. Any previous awkwardness of the conversation (or awkwardness you had conjured in your mind) slowly melted away with his admission. “Your confession is more interesting than mine, actually. More relevant, too. And shorter.”

“Mhm, and what about sufficient?” he asked. At your confused look, he continued, “I’m trying to convince you that I’d like to kiss you.”

Instinctively, you bit your bottom lip.

“Um, sure, yes.” At the feel of the small, creeping anxiety of watching him leaning in, you said quickly, “I feel really obligated to say the whole making-out thing is part of the inexperience.”

Shinsou still entered your space as though he had been waiting for this moment the entire conversation and nothing—not even your hurried divulgence—would stop him. He tucked the disobedient curl of your hair behind your ear and then tangled his fingers into the rest of your strands, gently gripping the back of your head. Your heart was beating rapid-fire in your chest as you let him angle your head the way he wanted.

“How much have you done?” he asked. His breath, tinged with mint and alcohol, and his purple eyes, darkening as he looked down at you, sent chills down your back.

“Everything, I guess,” you answered—abashedly—excitedly—softly. “I mean, I’m not a virgin.”

Shinsou didn’t say it, but you could see in the teasing glint of his purple irises that he was laughing at you, that he could show you how little of everything you knew.

He closed the distance with a soft press of his lips against yours. It was a kiss that was slow and chaste, like he was testing the waters, like he was holding the smallest wildflower in the large palm of his coarse hands. His free hand danced faintly over your body, following the edge of your dress down your cleavage, down to your uncovered waist, down to rest on the little peek of your thigh at the end of the hemline.

He pulled back a few seconds later, checking your face for any signs of discomfort.

Your face was hot. Underneath the sharp mint and bitter alcohol was the boyish citrus musk of his cologne, wrapping around your senses in a dizzying manner.

“You alright, angel?” he asked. So close to him, you caught the way his voice ended in husky notes. Your gripped the edges of the stool in anticipation, thinking that, of all the men you had dated or kissed, you hadn’t felt this type of stirring electricity before.

“I’m not that much of a prude,” you said, trying for a light comment.

“Oh, so you are a bit of one?”

You made a face. You should’ve worded that better if you were trying to avoid turning even redder, you thought. Still, feeling emboldened, you were determined to maintain eye contact, to show him that you were interested, that you were interesting, that there were things you had done and things you wouldn’t mind doing—but you, once again, buckled under the intensity of his violet gaze.

You heard him chuckle.

“Dress like this but act like that,” he said, more to himself than to you.

The hand that had been tangled in your hair pressed against your lower back, nudging you to the edge of your seat so he could stand slotted between your legs. Seeing Shinsou lean in for another kiss, you angle yourself toward him and closed your eyes—but then a second went by where you could smell his scent but not taste it. When you opened your eyes to check, you found him staring with a quiet laugh at your puckered lips.

Shinsou closed the centimeters with a firm kiss before you could voice your complaints. His tongue traced your lips and probed the boundaries, and then he crossed them, the slick appendage dipping behind your lips and teeth. You reached out to touch his chest carefully; the muscle flexed under your caressing, and the surprised noise you made—somewhere between a strangled gasp and groan—was eagerly swallowed.

Fingers slowly ghosted up the inside of your thigh, higher and higher, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His thumb brushed over your clothed clit, and you trembled under the anticipation, under his tantalizing scent, his consuming kiss, his contracting muscles. The noise of the world around you, the background conversations humming under the loud bass, fading into a hazy muffle.

He kissed your jaw down your neck, latching onto a space that had you wanting to writhe and squeeze your legs together. When he hooked his fingers through your underwear, purposely rubbing at your heated skin with his knuckles as he did so, a moan fell from your lips.

“You wanna come back to my hotel room?” he asked. He nosed against the smooth expanse of your neck, inhaling your skin and floral perfume; you hoped the scent was just as dizzying to him.

“I don’t think I should leave the bachelorette party,” you muttered. Even though you couldn’t even find them, you thought reluctantly.

“Well, angel,” Shinsou said, “I have a Plan B, if you’re interested.”

“You’re not going to tell me what the Plan B is, are you?”

With his hand still under your dress, rubbing circles against your thigh, he pulled out his phone and said, “No.”

Moments later, Shinsou helped you down from the stool and took your hand to lead you through the crowd. The two of you passed by the blond near the exit, to whom Shinsou winked cheekily. You also caught sight of one of your roommate’s friends (of course it would be now, you thought). You made eye contact with her; her brows shot high into her forehead as you did an awkward wave before exiting the club.

The night sky was filled with a late summer heat and the booming bass from all of the clubs crowded onto that street. Groups of bachelors, bachelorettes, visitors, and townspeople intermingled throughout the shadows, cups and cigarettes in their hands as they made their way from one end of the block to the other, searching for flesh and fervor.

Shinsou glanced down at the Uber app on his phone and then scanned the parked cars, finding a black SUV some feet away. Still holding onto your hand, he led you toward it, opening the back passenger side and sticking his head in.

“Hey,” Shinsou said. “$100 for you to just park your car in a less crowded location.”

You tried to keep the surprise off your face. You had a risqué memory in the back seat of a tiny Honda, but you had a distinct suspicion that this Plan B would quickly eclipse that.

The driver didn’t look up from the game he was playing on his phone. “$150,” he countered, voice low and raspy like he had been screaming all day.

“$120,” Shinsou said.

There was a pause. Finally, the driver looked up from his phone and turned to Shinsou, eyes finally landing on you. He had a black jacket with the hood up, but beneath the shadows, glowing red eyes looked you up and down.

“$120,” the driver agreed in his cracked voice. “And I get to watch.”

You stiffened.

If you were Shinsou, you would’ve laughed, too, when you had answered him everything.

“Up to you, angel,” he said.

“Um.”

You felt warmer than the night air under the stranger’s scrutiny and Shinsou waiting. You wanted to—and that thought surprised you, even scared you a little. Was it bad that you wanted to? Or—did you want to because you were truthfully interested in an experience like this, or were you just trying to impress a pretty face? Or were you trying to prove something to yourself, to your roommate’s friend that had watched you leave with wide, disbelieving eyes, prove that you weren’t just dressing like this and acting like that.

“Hey.” Shinsou’s voice shook you out of your thoughts. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he maneuvered hs body to block the driver’s impatient, crimson stare. He kissed the top of your head, the move affectionate and comforting. “It’s whatever you want—don’t think about it so much,” he murmured. He gave you a tilted smile. “I like that you’re a little bit of this and that.”

You bit back the instinct to say that he didn’t know you, that he couldn’t know what this and that were, because for the short time you had spoken to him, you could already see in the dark lavender gleam of his eyes what he would say—that, though he didn’t know you well, he liked what he found; that, though he didn’t know you truly, he knew you enough.

“This is embarrassing,” you muttered.

“This is hot,” Shinsou corrected.

“This is dragging,” the driver complained. “Hurry up, or I’m kicking your request off the app.”

You took a deep breath, feeling reckless and red and hot and heavy, and you blurted out, “Okay. Okay, let’s—let’s go for it, fuck it…!”

Shinsou laughed. “The dress is starting to make sense,” he teased, letting you climb in first. He dug his wallet out of his pocket, flung a wad of cash at the driver, and then followed in behind you, slamming the door shut.

The SUV was clean with old, leather interiors. There were two back passenger seats; the third, middle one had been folded downloading to the back of the SUV. It wasn’t a bed—or comfortable—by any means, but it’d get the job done.

As the car drove off without any warning, you fell forward into the back area, hands out to keep from falling onto your face. The moment you turned around to try and get a grasp of your balance, Shinsou’s large body encompassed yours, his mouth pressing heated kisses against your neck, traveling down your to your collarbones, down to the swell of your breasts where he lingered and licked and sucked, leaving marks that you wouldn’t be able to ignore in the morning.

Your rolled your head back, ignoring the pain that erupted from hitting the ground haphazardly. Shinsou didn’t bother with the buttons at the back of your dress, opting instead to slip your breasts out of their fabric constraints. As soon as the new skin was exposed, his hands and mouth were on you, exploring with his teeth and tongue, searching for all the places that had you whimpering and pulling his hair, for all the places that had him groaning in anticipation. A chorus of sighs left your lips, filling the vehicle with hot breaths and fast pants. You hadn’t realized that the car had stopped until that moment, arching your back to press your chest further into his face as he worked you like an easy instrument.

In a daze of hot ecstasy and pleasure, you barely registered Shinsou pulling off your underwear and throwing it somewhere behind him.

“Come here,” he murmured. He climbed over you, helping you shift positions; he sat with his back against the car and with you sitting in between his legs, facing the front. At this angle, you could see the driver’s red eyes in the rearview mirror, and you immediately remembered the deal. The sight of him staring at you—watching you—sent an exhilarated heat down to the wetness between your legs.

“You like this?” Shinsou whispered. His tongue flicked out to trace the shell of your ear, sending vibrations down your spine. “You like him watching?”

Your breathing was heavy, eyes wide with lust and an excitement for something you didn’t know could turn you on. You didn’t know how to answer, weren’t sure if anything you could say would effectively convey whatever emotion this was, so you opted to stay quiet, attention desperately glued to the driver who reached into his pants and pulled out his hard cock, glistening under a street light. There was still the feel of thundering music around you, muffled by distance and metal, but you could still hear footsteps and movements and chattering conversations. The knowledge that you could be discovered—that there could be more watching—only made you warmer.

Both of Shinsou’s hands palmed your breasts, pinched and twisted your nipples. He was making it a show, you distantly realized through the cloud of pleasure; he was showing the driver how his fingers sank into your skin, how he gripped the fleshy mounds, how there were already bruises and red marks and slick saliva across the entirety of your chest.

“Spread your legs for him, angel,” Shinsou said, nipping at your shoulder.

Slowly, you bent your legs and spread them apart.

“A little more—that’s it. That’s a good girl.” His tongue flickered up your neck to your ear where his mouth latched onto your lobe, sucking it into the a heated and wet cavern.

“You want me to touch your cunt, baby?” Shinsou whispered. The word was strong and vulgar, sending a flush of desire down to your already dripping core. “Hmm?”

You watched the driver start pumping himself.

One of Shinsou’s hands slid down your body, putting pressure against you as he mapped out a path to your pulsing cunt. “So quiet,” he remarked. He gripped a handful of fabric and pulled your dress up to your waist, revealing all of you to the driver who you saw clench his jaw and heard grunt a swear.

You swallowed a moan, suddenly aware of the rise of an uncomfortable and unknown guilt, one you didn’t know had been cultivated somewhere in your life, pitted against your growing arousal. “I—”

“It’s okay,” Shinsou murmured, as if hearing the lustful confusion in the high pitch of your voice. “You don’t have to say anything. You can just be loud.” Shinsou nipped at your cheek. “We don’t have go all the way. A little bit of this and that is fine.”

“I’m—” You swallowed a thick lump; you didn’t know if you were about to complain or agree or just plead for him to continue, but you closed your eyes, let your neck relax as you leaned back against Shinsou, feeling his hardness against your backside, the steady beating inside his chest. He kissed your neck gently—tenderly—patiently. You were surrounded by the smell of weed and old leather and unknown cologne in the car, intermingling with the circle made of your floral perfume and Shinsou’s citrus scent. You could hear your rapid heartbeat, your own shallow panting, and beneath it, you could still hear the soft grunts from the front of the car and the desperate sighing of Shinsou breathing against your neck, even as he waited patiently.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, feeling your lust and longing overtaking whatever hesitation had been placed inside you years ago. “I want—more.” You reached back to reassuringly tangle your fingers into his soft locks.

He kissed your cheek. “This goes on for as long as you’re okay with it,” he reminded you.

The hand that had waited against the bunched up fabric of your dress finally dipped down to its destination, paying a visit to your twitching clit. You shifted and jerked, arching your back against his hold as you felt his other hand reach in between your legs, fingers probing at your slick tightness. Every gasp and movement and stiffening of your body jerked and jolted your breasts, and the driver’s dark red eyes drank you in thirstily. He made eye contact with you, and you found that you couldn’t break it, mesmerized by how much you felt craved and exposed between the two men.

Shinsou whispered in your ear as one finger entered you. “Look, baby, he likes the show. Fucking loves it. He’s imagining himself touching you like I am”—another finger entered you as the pressured circling of your clit intensified, eliciting a frenzied whine from your lips—“imagining that it’s his fingers knuckle deep in your sopping cunt. God, just listen to you—make that sound for him again—yes, that one, god fuck—”

You felt a third finger slip inside you, your walls trembling to shift and accommodate his thick, coarse fingers. The car filled with the lewd nosies of his fingers pumping in and out of your wetness, the sound of your pants and cries steadily growing louder as you pulled farther and farther away as you lost yourself in Shinsou’s expert attention.

“Dressed like a fucking slut, but you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? So sweet and innocent, so good. You gonna cum for me, angel? Fuck…” He was rutting into your back, biting needily onto your shoulder. “Fuck…!” Your walls pulsed and tightened around his fingers, three curling his name inside your walls with a fourth probing outside still. You were dizzy from the pleasure, dizzy from his words, dizzy from his smell, from the way he held onto you so desperately as if there weren’t anything else but this, nothing else but you and the way you arched and panted and chanted his name.

Your climax was building quickly. Every touch, every obscene word whispered against your skin, every press and rub and sound of his fingers inside of you, against you, your whimpering and the driver’s grunting and Shinsou whispering hotly and feverishly in your ear—you were climbing farther and farther into a blinding whiteness, reaching the peak of your pleasure. Shinsou bit down on your neck, quickening his movements to push you father, raise you higher. Your walls pulsed and tightened around his fingers, but it’s the way Shinsou groaned against your skin—dazed and dazzled from your smell, from both your cunt and your desperate hands squeezing him—that made you come and fall with a tight shutting of your eyes and a loud cry, louder than you’d ever been with any of your partners.

There was no break, though, no pause to catch your breath. At your next inhale, you were jolted, feverishly shifted to fit a hard body between your legs. You opened your eyes to see Shinsou’s face close to yours, his lopsided grin having been replaced by an urgently frantic need.

“Sorry, angel,” he grunted, undoing his belt and zipper. “I wanted to tease you some more, but I’m gonna fucking lose it if I wait any longer…”

He leaned forward to kiss you, taking both your breath and your sanity away. You felt him at your entrance, still sensitive and coming down from your orgasm.

“I’ll pull out. Didn’t expect to meet anyone as interesting as you tonight,” he said by way of an explanation. His finger brushed against your swollen and twitching clit. “Ready for round two?”

Feeling emboldened, you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and said, “I’ve never cummed twice before.”

He smirked. He looked handsome with his ruffled hair falling into his eyes. “Is that a challenge?” he mused.

“More like—setting expectations,” you remarked cheekily.

You gasped suddenly as he pressed into you, pushing through the tense ring that, though wet with pleasure, was still tight and aching.

“So mouthy,” he whispered, grinning smugly at your reaction. “We’ll see how long you can keep that up, [Name].”

Him using your actual name sent butterflies in your stomach, but the feeling was quickly replaced with another growing heat in your lower belly as he pushed further into you, playing with red and puffed nub to help ease the process. You were still so sensitive, though, and you instinctively shuddered and writhed. He gripped your thigh fiercely to keep you still and close, right beneath him, right where he wanted you to be so that he could see every open mouth gasp and fluttering lash as he pushed further inside you.

“Shinsou—” you gasped out his name, and he still managed a self-satisfied chuckle. He leaned over you, sucking on the meat of your breast as he shifted the last few inches needed to fully fill you up. You whimpered at the feel of his veins vibrating against your stretched-out walls, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head.

“This view’s all for me,” he whispered.

You gripped his shoulder as he started to rock his hips.

“God, you feel so good,” he muttered. “Shit…”

You opened your eyes, hearing the adoration and strain in his low tone, and your stomach did multiple flips. He was staring right at your face, eyes flickering between watching himself enter you and watching your hazy, needy expressions, obsessively honing in on your parted lips as you let out throaty exhales with every move of his hips.

Despite the cramped interior of the car, Shinsou shifted your legs against him as best as he could, sinking further into you with a pleased grunt. The position wasn’t the most comfortable; your legs burned with his weight and you wanted nothing more than to have the open space to writhe and grip at heated sheets, but the feel of being filled, his hand still rubbing against your clit, his intense gaze and groans and murmurs, the words dirty and degrading and hot, helped push you toward another climax along the steady strokes of his cock impale you with a quickening speed.

“Nothing smart to say now, huh?” he said, shifting his hips just so to get you to make that noise again, the gasping and guttural one that he and the driver liked so much. When you felt him brush against that spot inside you, the moan fell from your lips, and Shinsou gripped your legs to and pressed against that spot again and again and again, listening to that moan like it were his favorite song.

“Fuck, you’re so tight—you want to cum on my cock so bad, don’t you, baby? Wore this dressed because you wanted to get fucked in the back seat of a car, huh?” He was lost in chasing after his own pleasure; the words spilled mindlessly from his lips. What had been initially said to rile you up was now for him to reach his own high. Your walls squeezed and tightened around him, your second climaxing approaching quickly as you trembled beneath him. “You feel so good, angel—shit…!”

With him swearing and muttering in pleasure, pumping in and out of you, with your hand snaked in between your bodies, providing tense rubs against your clit, you saw white and stars. With a final cry, your walls spasmed around his cock, and you came, hotter and heavier than the first time.

Shinsou pressed hs mouth against yours to get one last piece of you as he abruptly pulled out and came onto your thigh, the seed dripping down your leg and onto the car.

It sounded like the driver came too, as the three of you were heaving in the dimness of the car.

As you slowly caught your breath, you opened your eyes, letting your vision adjust to the dim light. You could see Shinsou’s tiled grin, so close to you. He leaned forward to kiss you gently, one hand holding himself up so he didn’t crush you with his weight and the other against your thigh, smearing his cum against your skin.

“Did you have fun?” he whispered, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your chin, your cheek, the sweet spot beneath your ear.

“Yes,” you responded, voice still husky.

He chuckled. “You better stop that or I’ll give him another buck-twenty,” he teased.

“Hey,” the driver interrupted, “I’m dropping off you off.” The car began to move, and you saw the familiar lights and buildings as he took the two of you back to the club, giving you no time to bask in your post-sex haze.

You didn’t feel like you were in a decent enough state to go into a crowded public space again, but you know the bachelorette party was still there—and there was something hot about being in the club with your dress barely covering the paint of cum on your thigh.

Shinsou pushed himself off of you and sat on the passenger seat. He zipped himself back into his pants but kept his shirt open, more interested in unabashedly watching you tuck your breasts back behind thin fabric and wipe off some of the dripping cum with your dress. You looked around for your underwear, but didn’t find it—your eyes glanced to the driver.

“Consider it tip,” Shinsou muttered with a snicker.

The car stopped, signaling your arrival. You stepped out, feeling the driver’s gaze on your legs, but he drove off without another word.

You stood on the street in front of the club and avoided other people’s gazes. You probably looked a mess, you thought, smudged make up, ruffled dress, disheveled curls, standing beside a man with an open shirt and lipstick markings—but you found you didn’t care. You were warm, and satisfied, and pleased.You probably looked a mess, you thought, smudged make up, ruffled dress, disheveled curls, standing beside a man with an open shirt and lipstick markings—but you found you didn’t care. You were warm, and satisfied, and pleased.

“You okay?” Shinsou asked, touching your arm gently.

“Yes—yeah.” You flushed. “It was fun. I enjoyed it.”

He grinned, and it wasn’t a crooked one. “Good. What’s your number, angel?”

You gave it to him, stomach lighting up with butterflies at the intensity of his attraction to you—the intensity of your attraction to him. He texted you his name so that you could save it—Hitoshi. His first name was pretty.

“When do you leave?” he asked.

“Two days. I have the afternoon flight.”

“I have an evening flight that day. If you want, we can do this again.”

“…Maybe a little bit of something else, too?” you said. “I…know of a cute brunch place, nearby our hotel.”

Shinsou smiled, another uncrooked and even one that had you smiling back. He pulled you in for another kiss, tasting the sweetness of his name on your tongue. “Okay. I’ll call you,” he said. “Go back inside before I call that Uber back.”

Shinsou answered his buzzing phone as you walked away and entered the club. The bachelorette group had caught you as soon as you arrived, pulling you aside to demand an explanation and call for community shots as congratulations. You laughed as they berated and interrogated you, feeling, for once, just as wild as them.

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for-a-longlongtime · 8 months

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Wow. Y'all. I truly never expected so many awesome responses on the post I wrote last night about Dieter, Goya and Pedro on Talk Art. It is the first 'fun' thing I've written in so many years - after having felt blocked/paralyzed re: creative pursuits since 2020 (shit happened) -, without stressing about how I wrote it, and it means the world to me that so many people liked it and shared it.

I don't want to clutter up all the feeds by individually sharing and responding to the reblogs etc, so I'm throwing it together in one post here - because I want y'all to know I appreciate it so much. And it honestly made me even more excited that some of my favorite PP fic authors did so, because I've been enjoying YOUR work so much!

@chaoticgeminate Sending those hugs right back, and your fic was absolutely not a silly little piece! I truly love(d) it, and I'm glad it sent me down this little rabbithole. And yes, while writing that piece I also became more convinced that Pedro himself was a really big part in shaping Dieter and his background story. It's so damn intelligent and very much his style.

One thing I didn't mention yesterday (and I'm sure this is something a lot of people already spotted since the first day that the movie was online) is that I also came to realize how much Pedro has based Dieter's outfits and some mannerisms on Jeff Bridges' character The Dude from 'The Big Lebowski'. Never really saw that movie but I put it on today for a bit, and it was striking -- I'd even dare to say that the "'Bola, hold my hair!" moment on the toilet is a nod to how The Dude (who has longer hair) gets his face shoved into a toilet. Also, at one point when Bridges' character is addressed with "Mr Lebowski", he dismisses that and tells the guy to call him Dude, or even 'Duder' which, yeah, that's just a small step from 'Dieter Bravo'.

amycben on Reddit said the same thing about Bridges, and shared these Dieter pics, which definitely made it clear how our Feral Raccoon Boy's style is inspired by 'The Dude' <3 I don't care much for the Lebowski movie, but I love a good reference, especially since it's a Coen brothers movie - and we all know that Pedro now has a small role in Ethan Coen's upcoming movie 'Driveaway Dolls'. Anyway, I honestly hope that at some point Pedro will be asked about the work he did in shaping Dieter, because I'd love to hear more about this. There's no chance in hell that'll happen, because which journalist would ask him this? But I'm cool though if the universe wants to manifest one of us getting to interview him some time in the future, haha.

Anyway, again @chaoticgeminate - thank YOU really. I needed that deep dive more than I knew thanks to your writing!

@nicolethered thank you too for being responsible for my deep dive, haha, it were your screenshots that made me recognize the other Goya paintings! <3 (and I love your gifs btw!

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings well hearing from you that you loved MY writing is just such a super awesome thing after how much I've been enjoying your Dieter story! <3 <3

@julesonrecord I'M TOTALLY IN hahaha, I saw your comment right before I went to bed last night and it made me smile so much!

@imaswellkid I'm def not an Apatow person either, and I'll be honest - the first time I watched the Bubble I couldn't get past the first half, haha. But I later began to realize that you should indeed watch it through a critical lens and as a reflection about the craziness that was going on, rather than 'oh this is a movie about the pandemic'. The Mando bud is great btw! But even better is the Baby Yoda bud - I have no clue how growers/dispenseries (I'm in the midwest) get away with naming their product after Disney stuff, but I'm sure glad it got me to try that hahaha.

@lunapascal IKR artist Dieter is so damn underrated, and I'm so glad that at least a whole lot of fic authors are giving him more of what he deserves! OK and I totally want to write some too now, hahaha. Especially because there's a lack of Dieter x OMC/m!reader fics, which tbh needs to be fixed.

@survivingandenduring @sp00kymulderr @thesimulationswarm @pedrit0-pascalit0 @gemmahale @sin-djarin @perotovar @ladamedusoif @gracie7209 thank you so much for your kind words, they honestly mean so much to me! @angelofsmalldeathandthecodeine WOW, that Dali piece is fuckin incredible! And @basicoccult woahhh maybe y'all did!? See now I feel like I need to inquire about whether y'all take new initiates! <3

@chronically-ghosted God don't get me started, it's so tempting - next thing you know I'll have suckered myself into writing Dieter fic (while I'm only just getting started now on two other WIPs), haha. But yes I'm so curious about what the unspoken canon is there -- and most probably Pedro is the one with answers to that since it seems so much like he created Dee. I ended up googling some Apatow interviews this morning and saw that he set out to make the Bubble as a sort of Christopher Guest movie (the mockumentary style), and other articles said that there was a lot of improv involved - so obviously Pedro must've contributed a lot. Particularly because I've read at least interviews with four directors (Zeke who did Prospect, Craig Mazin from TLOU, I wanna say Patty Jenkins, and I'm currently blanking on the other name) who spoke about how involved Pedro was, down to specific dialogue and character's motivations etc in shaping the movie (I think Zeke said that Pedro worked with them to tone down Ezra's Shakespearian manner of speech a little, which I can totally see happening since Pedro has done/read so much Shakespeare and it's easy to picture that he wants to fine tune it so it's accessible enough for audiences). Ugh, it's probably gonna take a long while until there'll be any long form interviews with him again, and sadly interviewers are probably not gonna ask about any of this.

Re: painting or acting, yesterday I read @blueeyesatnight 's That's Not Your Name-Dieter fic (LOVED it, can def recommend it!) and one of the coolest things about Dee's character development there is that it indeed delves into 'okay how did he pick acting versus art' and more background story, plus how in the current day events of the story he is even making his own oil paint. That has become my headcanon now <3

@tessa-quayle I'm so glad you liked my post!! I really really wish that Russell and Robert would do another episode with Pedro. I love Russell in particular (sorta followed his work since Being Human was released, which holy crap was already 15 yrs ago?), but the way they attempted to interview Pedro back then was kind of a hot mess - and I say that lovingly hahaha. They were so enthusiastic that they talked over him so/too many times, so I'd love a tad calmer conversation where P has the opportunity to go more indepth.

@tvversionperson IKR there is SO much plot and character development to be explored with Dieter in that movie, which of course it doesn't have room to delve into but shit I wish they would/could. Or at least to just hear Pedro talk about what his thoughts are on it, because you know he most definitely had Dee's entire back story fleshed out in his head when he shot this movie.

Super long post, but again, I just wanted to thank y'all for the love. This is the first time I've done anything writing wise re: the PP cinematic universe, and all your responses have been so heartwarming and really encouraged me to do more stuff in one way or another with the Pedro boys, be it rabbit hole analysis or fic.

#pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x f!reader #goya #francisco goya #black paintings #saturn devouring his son #witches sabbath #two old men eating soup #he-goat men #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble #art #talk art #painting #oil painting #mural

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miasiegert · 2 months

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CATS Suncoast Broadway Dinner Theatre - Hudson, FL (with Pics)

Thanks to Suncoast Broadway Dinner Theatre for renting our set and having us for the past two weeks in the Junkyard. It's always a delight working with Chaz, and we got to know an incredible cast and crew. I'm not sure how many hashtags I can use so I am going to include the cast list here for pics that arrive since all of you are so talented at Tumblr (the cast is so intrigued by Superfans, btw!)

We had many challenges with a dinner theatre because the stage is very small in order to accommodate tables. As well, actors serve patrons so I needed to design an outfit to protect the costumes and suspend disbelief. And from patron reactions, we've been told this is one of the best openings, if not the best opening, and the best show/costume the theatre has had to date and hoped we'd be back, which was very, very kind of them.

Pouncival, played by Isaiah Mayhew

Electra (u/s Bombalurina) played by Rachel Knowles (so sorry for the bad photo quality--she's stunning!)

Misto played by Kory Randles

Pounce, and these two randos, what losers. :P

Mungojerrie/Macavity split track, played by Andre Spathelf-Sanders and yeah, this jerk who keeps showing up. I adore the whole cast to bits truly but we're planning on cosplaying Green Lantern together and he was the first to get my "Archer" references in the make up classes. If it's ever of interest, I'm happy to sometime talk about my make up classes and what to do when there are "mistakes" with what I call the Bob Ross Method.

Demeter by Iraya Catalina is making an argument that maybe all Demeters need to be Filipino because she slays!

Jennyanydots and her incredibly supportive husband. She was one of the most delightful people to work with, hilarious, fun, loving, amazing hugs, and just a joy. I've never had a Jenny almost refuse to take the Gumbie suit off (which is a huge compliment). What a joy.

David was the make up designer for all of the designs except Bombalurina's, and I taught about 5-hours of make up classes.

The magic of an incredible LED screen came into play as there were cool effects, such as a first person POV of a cat going to the junkyard (bringing YOU into the show) and the sky changing with the hours of the day, the moon, everything. The lighting designer Dalton Hamilton was wonderful and provided the following photographs. All costumes designed/created by David and myself (The Costume Asylum/Siegert Creative):

I am going to try to get some rehearsal pics and one of the funniest bloopers ever but I hope this is a nice start. Happy Sunday, I'm happy to be home, but I miss these kitties so much already!

Apologies if I missed tagging anyone, y'all know I'm really trying with Tumblr very hard. Oh! Rhagan Carter (Rumpleteazer) is the Dance Captain! Knew I forgot something.

Also... is there a way I can add text when I add a bunch of pics at once to name the actors? I cannot for the life of me figure out how. I keep clicking in between photos and hit return and nothing!

Each passing day, I become more and more of that "how do you do fellow young people" meme, I swear.

If there's anything specific you'd like to know, feel free to ask or comments in general. Not sure how long it'll take to get back because I got 2 hours of sleep last night, flew in, and today is a "fuck it, let's order dominos" day. ... but... ordering dominos... is hard. moving is hard. falling down the stairs... easier than anticipated. 0/10 do not recommend.

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faebriel · 9 months

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and you caused it (a fic scrapbook)

fun fact: today is the two year anniversary of my very first dsmp fic, cause most of us are bitter over someone!

this fic means a lot to me. i'd never quite been able to stick with writing, fanfic or otherwise, as a hobby before writing it. i made a lot of wonderful friends both through the process of writing it and through people discovering it after it was posted, many of which i'm still close with even two years later!!! how wild is that!!!!! so to everyone who has left kind comments or tags, who has recommended my fic to other people, or has even just left a kudos or a hit, thank you very much. <3

for a while after writing bitter, i had a sequel in mind - but unfortunately trying to write it took a bit of a toll on me, and i ended up pretty burned out for a long time. eventually, i figured it just wasn't meant to be. aw ew i just realised the reference after i typed it. anyway, while i was never able to get the sequel just right, i do have various snippets and outlines that i made while i was trying to plan it. i've asked around a bit if anyone would be interested in seeing these notes, and i figured an anniversary was the perfect time to put them all together!

so, i'm posting a very deconstructed fic outline - and you caused it.

each chapter will be posted over the coming week, containing an outline of what-would-have-been and snippets of scenes/dialogue (plus a few snippets i have written over the last few weeks to fill out the experience a bit!). i'll make a compilation post at the end too.

while it's not the same experience as reading a full-fledged fic, i hope that anyone who was interested in what happened next after cause most of us are bitter will enjoy it. thank y'all <3

In which Niki has a terrible secret, Puffy just wants to move on, Tommy sneaks into casino parties and Wilbur learns to deal with anger being justified. Or - the one thing they don't warn you of, when dropping nuclear warheads on old friends, is fallout.

(rainduo-centric, with a particular focus on niki after her part in the nuclear murder plot was revealed; the epic highs and lows of trying to make amends for attempted murder; awkward roommates; and a whole lot of hurt to get through to the comfort.)

pics for reasons!

#and you caused it tag #ill make a compilation post at the end and maybe maintag that....try to link it via ao3 for those guys....#but for now this is a faebriel blog special :]

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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I am back and feeling better than I was last week! Hopefully this analysis is better than last weeks lol.

But anyway, this weeks analysis was hard because of the Tyler picture. So that’s the one I’m starting with first. Get the hardest out of the way.

I scanned every part of this story and read through so many asks but I couldn’t find any reference to Tyler at all. I don’t know if I missed it or what (I’m gonna feel like an idiot if I missed it lol) so I’m just gonna go off if this being the first mention of him. And my reasoning for it being Tyler and not a random barista is because you could’ve used a random Starbucks employee pic instead but you chose Tyler specifically. Now, there are 2 possible things that involve Tyler. The first is that Wednesday meets him after the shit that happened last chapter. Or Marcus and Kristi know him and use his Hyde (if he’s still a Hyde in this universe) to try and keep Birb in check. That’s the best I got with the info I have.

The second picture I analyzed was the one of someone sitting by a river or creek. It’s either a reference to maybe a flashback of Birb and Nicky or that’s where Birb goes and isolates herself. A lesser theory is that it’s Wednesday looking for Birb at some point.

The next picture I looked at was the little meme. I think that little meme isn’t a direct reference to anything but more so about Birb’s mental state during everything. Like her whole life is being torn apart, she’s loosing all the progress she made but she’s still trying to pretend she’s ok.

The one of the person in handcuffs gave me a few ideas. It could be that Marcus and Kristi called the police on Birb for something. It could be Wednesday getting arrested after the two menaces framed her for something to separate her from Birb. It could be someone from Birb’s adopted family that tried to take Birb back. My hopeful thought is that it’s Kristi and Marcus getting arrested finally for the shot they’ve done.

That’s this week’s analysis! I’m looking forward to know what I got right lol. And if there was some mention of Tyler anywhere 🤣

Ayy welcome back, bestie! I'm glad you're feeling better! 😊

Okay, about Tyler, no I don't think he's been mentioned before (it's bad that even I don't remember 😪) so don't worry, you didn't miss anything!

As for everything else, you've picked up a good amount of pieces. I'll admit it's a little unfair cause I'm throwing a lil bit of new stuff in this chapter, so I'm cheating a bit but you still got pretty close even with that!

Can't wait for y'all to read it! I always love comparing y'all's analyses to the chapters, it's some of the most fun I have all week 😌

#birb answers

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taechnological · 1 year

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the bald pic in the forehead category. LMAOO

and yeah i get why they posted it, for us to see him one last time, but i feel like it should’ve been kept private. there’s a reason why jungkooks face was fully hidden and he barely spoke🙁. it’s a very emotional time for them and i feel like they should deal with it as friends and as knj, ksj, myg etc. rather than as idols who have to put on a happy front for the cameras. especially knowing them— they’d do anything to comfort us and i feel like faking smiles isn’t something they shouldn’t have to worry about right now..

i kinda went overboard but i hope you guys get what im trying to say..

<reference> okay first of all y'all gotta stop calling buzzhead bald okaysjsjjsjs

and yeah i get u, that's what i'm saying as well. it's messed up to think that privacy is a luxury to them.

#ask sae #ask taechnological

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beautifulpersonpeach · 2 years

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Repost: Ask About BTS and Women

Anonymous: Hi BPP, Hope you're well! I just want to say it's funny that a few days after some people are saying BTS are isolated from women and can't have female friends because of their fandom, Halsey posts about her friendship with Yoongi on his birthday, calling him her twin, and posts pics of him caring for and holding her baby. You were right about antis. Most times they don't actually know what they're talking about, they are uninformed about the group because they only follow BTS to criticize things they don't like, and never out of an interest to actually find out what the group and fandom is like. Which makes their opinions silly at best. I love how you answered by listing some well known female friends of the band. Including the female choreographer that's an ARMY that they've become so close to. I hope you keep doing what you're doing here. There aren't many blogs like yours on Tumblr of people who truly are knowledgeable about BTS.

Hi Anon,

Thanks for the compliment.

I have no idea where that comment about BTS and women came from. It has no basis in reality, as everyone can clearly see, but that hasn’t stopped it from being a topic of interest for years, unsurprisingly for the sorts of people who, for some reason, are unable to stop talking about BTS though it’s clear they do not like the group or it’s fandom, nor know a lot about it.

The fandom has always had casual listeners eager to give an opinion, and while these aren’t “antis” per se, in the last few years there’s been an uptick in seeing this sort of fan. When you have a bunch of them parroting the same uninformed takes en masse, it’s just unhelpful.

Whenever I mention Halsey some people might think I’m only referring to their musical collaboration or professional relationship, but Halsey has been a good friend of the boys and especially Yoongi for a long while. He’s met her friends and she strongly respects his art.

BTS have known and lovely friendships with many women and all this information is literally public. You don’t need to go to some Exposé website. I get it can be exciting trying to uncover some sinister, unsavoury, angle to seeing seven guys hang out most of the time, but contorting reality to fit an opinion is just weird.

EDIT:

I received a reply about how BTS is isolated from women in BigHit content, which though not true (Sienna, Megan, and Ryujin, among others, do exist), I can understand why some people might feel this way. BTS is somewhat removed from *everyone* in BigHit content, and though this has been happening since 2017 or so as the group’s popularity took off, anyone used to how typical k-pop groups present and then compares that to BTS, might be taken aback. People have commented on how there isn’t a lot of interaction between TXT and BTS in video content, for example. And incidentally, based on Bang PD’s comments over the years, it appears this ‘separation’ is at least partly to give the illusion of independence from BTS.

I don’t think it needs to be said that because one is used to seeing k-pop groups interact a certain way which might not align with what they see in BTS, this does not mean BTS members do not have friendships with women, with people in their own agency, or with other people in general. Nor does it mean the interactions we do see of them with women, including footage released by BigHit, are somehow less valid, simply because it doesn’t line up to the expectations of certain fans. This is one of those topics that doesn’t even make sense for me to debate honestly, because most of their friendships are already quite public.

Originally posted: March 8th, 2022 12:19pm

Repost EDIT: This post and all the other narratives, asks, theories related to BTS and women that I've seen and talked about before, such as the one referred to in this post, look very funny to me after Hobi's JITB listening party last week. Lol. These last two months have been such a trip y'all...

#bts #bts and women #repost

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tampatom12 · 3 months

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Retirement has so far not given Tom any cake. Seriously, he has to bend so far forward in the first pic to get even a hint of 🍑 HOWEVER, the “just throw it” picture his grandma sweater rides up and we see a hint of belly and it seems he’s still cut (better shape than he was at the 2000 combine??) thank u for sharing these photos so I can give my serious analysis in objectifying this 46 year old

To start, for those that are unaware this post is what Anon is referring to. 🙂🧡🏌🏻‍♂️⛳

Now, onto my commentary on the real part of this ask (thirsting after Tom Brady):

I KNOW RIGHT?!?!?!

I have also been hoping for Tom to get hella cake in retirement, even with the full knowledge of him having a mostly flat ass throughout his entire professional career. 😔😢

He now has plenty of free time build a fabulous 🍑 that really POPS; what the fuck is he waiting for?!

Moving on:

YESSSSSS, I was SO HAPPY to see that little slice of his belly!!!!! 🤩🥳😍🥵🙌🏻👏🏻💥👏🏻💥👏🏻💥🌟💯🔥

We all need to see more of that from him, fr. 🫡

He does INDEED still look super cut...in fact, I can CONFIRM that he is...he loves to post shirtless thirst traps on Insta stories, especially when he travels someplace fancy!!

You best believe that I always l👀k at/study these photos & videos whenever he feels like sharing stuff like that with us and uhhhhh...YEAH.

The man has still got it!!! 😍🥵❤️‍🔥💗💓💖

And I agree; I think he looks better now compared to his 2000 Combine photo!! But that's definitely also part of what having money-and a cool witch as a wife for 10 years!!!-can do for you.

Also, while on that note...!!

I am absolutely not shaming men having bellies over men having six packs. Both look SO GOOD!!!! ❤️‍🔥💯🌟🔥❣️

I only commented on Tom still being cut because that's what those photos in the above, linked post represent!!

(I'll have to go searching for that one iconic photo of shirtless, soft boi Tom to share with y'all...!! 👀😍🥵)

Last not not least:

YOU'RE SO VERY WELCOME FOR SHARING THAT SERIES OF PHOTOS!!!!!! 🤩🥳

I am THRILLED that you are enjoying/have enjoyed them and that you are giving this 46-year-old man the CORRECT objectification that he very much deserves!!!

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Thank you for sending this ask in!!! Please don't hesitate to come back if you ever have more thirsting that you need to talk about. ☺️💞

#asks #askbox #anon #asked and answered #NFL asks #Tom Brady #thirst trap #“grandma sweater” was SO accurate and absolutely CORRECT!!#TB12 #This ask goes into my Top 10 Asks of All Time <3 <3 <3 #I love reading about y'all being thirsty bitches just like meeee!!!!!#favorite #Top 10 #I also just love talking to y'all in general and FOR REAL am gonna clean out what's already been asked!!!!!!!!#Keep the new ones coming in if you want though!!!#babe #love

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folklorebae · 2 years

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𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 <– you could check them out if you want

Cast(s): Rockstar!Eren & Model!Reader

Cw: Swearing, reader using she/her pronouns

A/n: This is not part 3 actually. I'm just bored and Coachella week 2 is coming. So I decided to make this lol. Also, girls in pics/video are for references only!

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ynln.jpg Y/N at LAX last night!

OMG GUYS I THINK SHE'LL ATTEND COACHELLA WEEK 2

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ynspradabag THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED Y'ALL!! I MISS HER SM

ynfan12 OMG YES YES YES

erenfan10 MANIFESTING WE'LL GET EREYN CONTENT

Eren via Instagram Story

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yourinstagram Guess who's in cali rn😈

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erenfan11 GODD WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY😭😭😭

ynln.editx STEP ON ME OMFG😭😭🛐🛐

erenjaeger Do not miss my performance again or I'm breaking up with you🤬

↳yourinstagram Bitch, I was on the other side of the world. What do you expect?😒👎

↳carlajaeger Eren! Don't be rude to her

↳yourinstagram Carlaaa ilysm! It's okay, he apologized😊

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yourinstagram Coachella Week 2 🎡

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ereynpost gorgeous, gorgeous girl attends coachella to support her boyfriend<3

ynfan14 Our girlfriend is the prettiest😍 @erenjaeger

↳erenjaeger I'm sorry?? OUR?? OUR GIRLFRIEND?? SHE'S MINE, NOT OURS.

ynfan13 AHH I'M SO EXCITED! I HOPE I COULD MEET YOU!!

imaanhammam Omg I can't come today☹ Will you be there tomorrow??

↳yourinstagram Of course! I would never miss my husband (@harrystyles) performance😌

↳erenjaeger I hate you🙂

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paradisofficial Connie Springer. Backstage pre show. #CoachellaWeek2

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paradisfan5 Is it bad that I knew who this was before I read the caption?

paradisupdate We have been blessed😀

paradisfan6 Okay, but look at Connie's nails😍

hange.zoe HAHAHAHA WHO TOOK THIS PICTURE?!?!?

↳yourinstagram @jeankirschtein obviously, who else?

↳jeankirschtein EXCUSE ME?? Go ask your man🤨

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ereynpost Y/N AND CARLA WATCHING PARADIS' SET TOGETHER AT COACHELLA!!

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allaboutyn TWO PRETTY WOMEN<33

erenfan12 EREN & Y/N WEDDING, WHEN?

ynfan15 THEY LOOK SO CLOSE LIKE REAL DAUGHTER AND MOTHER😭😭😭

↳erenfan13 Ikr, she's so clingy. I love it🥺❤

ynfan13 I MET HER OMG! SHE WAS SUPER SWEET! SHE EVEN OFFERED ME HER FRENCH FRIES

↳ynfan16 FR?!? YOU'RE SO LUCKY😭

paradisheart Babe, have you seen @overheardla post? Idk if its real or not, but it's funny😭

↳ereynpost I just saw that! Carla really said "I don't understand paradis music. But I need to support them though."😭

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ereyn.daily EREN AND Y/N WERE SPOTTED TOGETHER AT COACHELLA'S BACKSTAGE!

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erenfan14 Carla seeing this👁👄👁

ynfan17 Man kisses like he just got out from prison

↳ynfan18 STOPGSDFCD☠

erenfan15 Jealous but they are the hottest ppl on earth so

ynfan19 I wanna join

erenfan16 Backstage? Why would a crew took this picture of them?

↳ereyn.daily No it was a fan who took this pic. People who have "artist pass" are allowed to be in backstage or around the artist's van!

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carlajaeger Had the best day with my favorite Jaeger❤

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yourinstagram AHHH I LOVE YOU! CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW<33

↳carlajaeger I love you too sweetheart😊❤

ynfan20 FAVORITE JAEGER??? WAIT, Y/N WAS THE ONE CARLA SPENT THE WHOLE DAY WITH! IS Y/N A JAEGER NOW?!?!?

↳erenfan17 NO WAY OMG! THEY'RE MARRIED?!?!?

ynfan21 Damn, today's international heartbreak day😭💔

erenfan18 Alexa, play that should be me by Justin Bieber

ynfan22 Wait, wtf is going on? My brain can't process this😀

erenjaeger Mom... why you didn't tag me?? I was in the picture too

↳yourinstagram 😛😛😛

#aot x reader #aot x female reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #aot smau #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #snk smau #eren x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren smau #actually no. eren and y/n aren't married yet #carla just being number one ereyn shipper😌

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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ALRIGHT LET'S GOOO. This live blog's gonna be a little different I think.

this chapter's theme is…nudes.

I'm so smart I know

who could've guessed huh

Shinyun I will drown you

the birthday part is so sad

BABE YES YOU WILL BE ON THE COVER ONE DAY!

I too love sitting on the floor

Oh my

sir I am eating your text chain does not seem to be going in an appropriate direction-

I heard he would do anything for you.

[To: Alexander]

Anything?

[From: Alexander]

Anything.

giggles.

y'all cute

LMAO, HE RAN-

alec do you not know how to take a picture-

y'all cute srsly

:( is so cute

I actually melt every time Alec calls him baby

alec send him a shirtless pic.

If only he dreamed about shirtless Alec.

He would sleep so much better if that’s the case.

I am literally dying to find out about his nightmares

hehhehehhe we get a pic

please we all know this ain't a one-time thing

im reading all this with the biggest grin ever

y'all are so AHHHHHHHHHHH

Magnus bby you're overthinking :( it's okay I promise

Oh that makes sense

Magnus hey it's different for him but at the end of the day no one has the right to choose out life for us. So make your own path.

It’s one of his favorite words now.

Boyfriend.

Y'all <33

Omg Alec :((

I'm so glad he gets to have the eventually y'know? but it still sucks so much and I wanna punch someone

Yo I love this! He's right. It is different...

He wants this forever. He wants Alec forever.

Oh boy-

Even if this doesn’t work out, he wants Alec to remember him.

He wants to be remembered by Alec.

YOU GUYS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

but like same

what if you lose the polaroid?

“You look like a fucking model.”

CREEPY GIGGLING BECAUSE YES

oh god he licked it...my my

biter!alec

There is a part of him, an ugly part, that wants to be the only man who will ever be touched and kissed – and bitten – like this by Alec.

HONEY, YOU GOT YOUR WISH!

“No, I was actually hoping to publish them in the university’s monthly bulletin.”

LMAO MAGNUS SUIHSDUHIUHIDFSUIHF

"love" INCOHERENT SCREAMING

Middle!

OMG THE GROUP CHAT NAME

MAGNUS YOU DID MY LOVE

Jace:

Babe. I’m right here.

Clary:

You in Afghanistan, bitch

THESE TWO IUHISDUIHSDUHUFID

Simon:

The last time you went to France you came home with a child

omg my Daviddddd

Alec:

🙄🙄🙄

Can we go back to talking about Magnus???

Oh look it's me!

Alec:

Please only refer to Magnus as the sexiest man alive.

Or I will sue all of you for slander.

YESSSSS

Alec:

See you tomorrow, Sexiest Man Alive. 😘

Izzy:

I’m about to sue People Magazine now

Alec:

For not naming Magnus sooner?

I agree. Let’s do it.

IMMA JOIN Y'ALL LET'S DO ITTT

OMG ALEC YESSSS BABY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU AMAZING BEAUTIFUL SEXY LITTLE SHIT

This is so sexy of Alec

just when I thought I couldn't love this man anymore.

At least, next time people will be careful when they vote.

stares at all the shit in the national assembly yesterday

yeah babe I get you...

“Tell him to go fuck himself,” Alec replies to his chief of staff.

YES!

They are Lightwood-Banes. They can get through anything.

Besides, isn’t this the point of being a politician?

To stand up for your people? To call this shit out?

I'm so proud of you. I love you <3

LMAO MAX

omg when Max and David were friends...

Alec remembers how Magnus used to force himself to eat raisins because he doesn't like throwing food away.

In retrospect, he thinks it might be the moment he might have fallen in love with Magnus.

That's actually so amazing. I love one man and one man only

giggles The Magnus Bane

MAGNUS HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM ACTUALLY THIRSTING FUCKKKK DUDE BRO YOU'RE SO HOT HOLY SHIT

oh my godddd

He is the only one Magnus wants. He is one in a million after all.

HBJSXYYHJCDSUIHDCSUIHD YOU GUYS

lowkey wanna see the will

the polariods ahhh

Hodge...why are you here

He's in their house I dont like

Hodge and Valentine gonna do something against alec I just know it

WHAT IS GOING ON

WHAT WHAT WHAT

dude my anxiety is sky rocketing and I refuse to scroll down

IM SCARED

SHIT

THE POLARIODS

FUCKING HELL

I AM ACTUALLY FUCKING TERRIFIED

NO NO NO

Valentine did this

I know he did

Hodge you motherfucker

Y'ALL COMMENTERS THIS IS NOT HELPING

alright nope nuh uh no I'm gonna murder a bitch

dear vacayinginedom, those photoshoots he does are with his consent. But these pics? No they were theirs. Esp after everything he said about why he doesn't send nudes to people. The polaroids Magnus only wanted Alec to see. So no he won't be okay with this just because he's a model. There's a fucking line.

SHIT DON'T PRINT THEM OUT DUDE WHAT THE FUCK

malechardcorestan1 Whoever leaked these nudes better run because I know that bitch is about to get murdered by @governorofnewyork

This one!

oh fucking hell

But is he using it?

Or is he just doing what is best for other people? Like he always does?

alright shit hurts

Magnus...

Alec notes Magnus is wearing more layers than usual. It breaks his heart.

YOU KNOW WHAT JUST STAB ME NEXT TIME

alright pain wow okay

Because something tells him Magnus is reacting this way not because he is more confident or strong.

But because he is getting more tired.

He is no longer fighting back.

He is accepting this as his new normal.

fuck...

this hurts so much worse.

OH EW BELIAL AND LILITH RUN THE SHOW

But Alec notes how his hands are shoved into his jacket pocket.

He knows what Magnus is hiding.

And that’s how he knows Magnus is feeling far from perfect right now.

oh...oh baby

fuck i wanna punch someone

you didn't just...dude ffs

Belial fuck you

Don't you get it?? What is wrong with all of you? How dare you compare something like this- a violation of someone's privacy- to a consentful photoshoot dude come on!

Alec wants to text Thomas and see if he has a good criminal attorney he can recommend – for Alec is literally about to kill this asshole.

fucking same

"hot topic" NO! FUCKING HELL

This fucking interview tested my paitence worse than today's fast and that was the hardest fast I've done in all my years.

Sometimes I wish murder was legal

MAX YESS

you know what I would've done worse to that boy

I...What did he say to you?

Max looks at Magnus, his face serious. “If anyone tries to hurt you, I’ll kill them.”

It’s a deeply concerning statement, especially considering the way Max says it – with absolutely no hesitation.

Alec wants to high-five him.

I'll fucking help Max

“I don’t know what you should do, Max,” Magnus smiles sadly. “I wish I could tell you how to make this better. But I don’t know it myself. All I know is that I don’t want you to turn into someone who hurts people because of me. I don’t want to be the reason for the hatred in your heart.”

goddamn it.

shit sucks.

And for the first time in his life, Alec wants Magnus to lie.

He wants Magnus to say he is okay. He wants to hear that Magnus is okay.

Even if it is just a lie.

this hurt so so much.

He doesn’t see it. But hears Magnus’ quiet tears that night.

He finds comfort in the fact that he isn’t the only one crying himself to sleep.

He cries all over again, on his own of course, when he finds out the photos were leaked by Hodge.

Okay ouch

I knew about the last part but it must've hurt him so much...

I'm so sorry.

The End!

AYY THEY'RE GOING TO CANADA

max and trudeau's kids gonna be chaos besties I just know it

“I’m proud of you, Max,” Alec tells his son during dinner. “You finished your internship with no incidents.”

“How you manage to compliment me and insult me at the same time, I’ll never know,” Max shakes his head with a chuckle.

YAY MAX!!!

Max thirsting oer trudeau like yesss

“Which is ironic considering he is sleeping with the senator’s daughter,” Max snickers.

LMAO MAX IM DONE

Alec informs him of the logistics. “I’ll ask Kadir to email you the itinerary.”

“Email?” Max makes a face. “Can’t he just send it on Snapchat?”

“No, Max,” Alec says. “Kadir is not going to send you highly confidential state itineraries on Snapchat.”

You say as if emails are very reliable

did we not learn our lesson from RWRB??

oh shit that's hot

wow oh wow

Because the only thing hotter than Magnus' body is his kindness.

Okay very very true

WHAT HAPPENED

Y'ALL NEED TO STOP DOING THIS EVERY FEW MINUTES MY HEART CANNOT DO THIS

SELENA

BABY YOU OKAY

ANGEL?? FUCK THIS IS ABOUT MICHAEL RIGHT??

omg magnus :(

his growth omg

NO FUCK NO

SELENA MY LOVE

I'll kill him. I'll fucking murder him

ANGRY DAVID BOUTA WRECK HAVOC ON MICHAEL IM TELING YA

“I’m going to kill him,” Jace whispers. “I’m going to find the little fucker and I’m going to kill him.”

“I’ll help you bury the body,” Alec manages with a smile.

DUDE I'LL HELP

Okay but kids please don't share your intimate pics with strangers. NEVER! DO! THAT! But first imma kill that bitch and make him regret his existence

YES! THIS ISN'T HER FAULT! FUCK BELIAL GET THAT FUCKER HERE I'LL BURN HIM ALIVE

please don't name someone Kentucky it's horrible

not jersey please

Brooke...baby Brooke...

FUCKING HELL SOMEONE GIVE THEM A BROOKE PLEASE

Because sometimes when things like this happened, you don’t want justice. You just wanted to stop hurting.

Yeah...you really do. We get there eventually right? it hurts but we get there...

Alec knows that shit can hurt worse than any name-calling or bullying – especially since Magnus and Izzy used to be pretty close.

oh ouch

“There are rumors we are getting back together every other week,” Magnus sighs.

I mean...you could :D

OOP IZZY-

oh shit the other people hurt

but like he ain't wrong

BUT STILL OTHER PEOPLE

lmao alec's having a crisis here

IZZY-

"just a kiss" FUCKKK

Yeah.

Alec will be thinking about this kiss for the rest of his life.

He'll probably - definitely - jerk off to it too.

I-

good for you

He wants to say that he has forgotten what it feels like to kiss Magnus.

But he hasn’t.

You can’t forget something that good.

That kind of shit stays with you forever.

Y'ALL-

FUCKING HELL

Rafe sweetheart I love you so so much but...WHY

“These are a bunch of sixteen-year-old girls. No offense to you both, but they don’t care about you.”

They should

If they are going to kiss again, it’s going to be because they want to.

It has to be because it feels right.

Because it feels good.

Because it’s them and this is what they do.

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS JUST GET BACK TOGETHER

sigh

I love you, idiots.

This is Rafe with Magnus

#okay love you byeeeeee #tlnd

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rightsockjin · 3 years

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Timbs part 2

Hello beautiful people! Merry Christmas and Happy holidays! Since this blog has grown so much even during the time of our temporary hiatus, and this story (Timbs from the dynamite series) continues to get attention, I thought that I'd listen and write a part two! Happy Christmas Y'all! Also, I do want to address some stuff that is in this pic. First off, as a group, the writers at right sock decided to give each member of BTS a permanent girlfriend. So basically, nicknames which will make it easier to refer to other girls. This is the first real place you will see that. Y/N is nicknamed Bunny in this. But Y/N is used as well. Just incase it confused you.

Anyway! On to what we all came here for!

Summary: After your last encounter with your best friend and the words exchanged, you aren't sure where you stand... but maybe you should focus on where you lay...

Rating: M! Big M!

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff. All the good stories are hehe.

word count: Drum roll please....7,378!

Warnings: Stalking, being eaten out, mentions of blowjobs, kink talk. someone walks in during the deed....kinda. Jealousy. General meanness. Naked people y'all. nipple stuff. I think that’s all??

Part one

Master list

He closed the door behind him. It thudded thickly in the small apartment of his that you frequented. It was in the same state as you had seen it the last time you had been over. Boxes were still packed, dust covered the old furniture, save for the couch that had been a combined gift from all of his friends as he was the last to move out, that had come with the appartnemnt appartment, and heaps of bubble wrap and packing peanuts littered the floor. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

Your nose itched and you could feel a sneeze coming on. With a slight shake of your head, you looked over your shoulder and gave your best friend the look. Eyebrows slightly raised at the center, a light smile teased your nude, mint chapstick coated lips. A hint of incredulity mixed with “really?” and some other emotion that you tried to snuff out completely. Something akin to fondness perhaps?

Jungkook had his black shirt covered back to you. His hair was grazing his lower ears and lightly ruffled as he turned to look at you after checking that the door had indeed locked as he forgot to lock his door constantly which made no sense because it was an automatic lock, but somehow, he had already gotten people accidentally walking in on him in less than opportune moments. Namely, this girl who lived near by was always accidentally walking into his apartment thinking it was hers, but you surmised that she couldn’t possibly be that stupid and was coming in purly because she thought Jungkook was cute and single.

You knew this because one time, you had been over and she “accidentally” walked in while Jungkook was in the restroom with a cute little confused face on which fell as soon as she saw you lounging on the couch eating a particularly stringy mango. She stumbled through an awkward apology before quickly closing the door and going to her actual apartment.

But Jungkook was convinced that she was just very lost and very new to the building. You couldn’t bear to break it to him. Or maybe you didn’t want him to realize that she most likely had a crush on him. A creepy, stalkery crush… maybe you should tell him...

Jungkook’s mask sat slightly under his nose. His eyes widened when he noticed you staring, completely zoned out from your light flashback. He blinked in confusion, frozen for a second before he slowly crossed his arms and raised his own eyebrows at you.

You shook your head and scrunched your eyebrows at him then. Your hands held up in question. A stance that clearly said “what are you looking at me like that for? I’m the one judging you here.”

Again, with mirth in his eyes and his nose scrunched slightly, signaling that he was smiling under his face cover, he mimicked your stance. He leaned down slightly to get on your level. His mistake. You would think he’d learn by now.

You smacked the side of his head lightly enough that you were sure it didn’t hurt but also hard enough to get him out of this weird theater mirror exercise thing he was doing.

“Ow? What the fuck, Bunny,” he questioned, closing one eye tightly and rubbing the spot on his head you had tapped as if you had bruised him.

You rolled your eyes but reached up and patted his head lightly before giving his hair a small scratch that you knew he loved as an apology. Without fail, he smiled down at you with squinty eyes and a scrunched nose. The fondness in his eyes reached your own body. A sense of calmness. Your body relaxed.

You made to remove your hand from his hair, but he put his own hand over yours, begging you to keep it on his head for a second longer. You complied, only because you liked to mess with his hair almost as much as he liked for you to mess with it.

Jungkook ripped his mask off as you mused his hair gently. His breathing slowed and he let himself take yet another step closer to you. The scent of sweet pea flowers danced around him like a lullaby.

He was tired. He hadn’t realized he was tired until that very moment, since your outing hadn’t really been something to tire him out. He was usually fairly energetic around you and lunch was hardly an activity that would make him feel tired, but now, a nap was sounding really nice. He wondered if you would nap with him if he asked.

But then your hand was off his head and you were stepping away and the peace was lifted. He snapped his eyes open, a pretty pout decorated his pink lips which went ignored by you.

“You should really unpack all this stuff Kookie. The dust is really obnoxious.”

And then you rubbed the underside of your nose and sniffed aggressively. Jesus, how were you this...breathtaking? He felt the emotion building in his chest. It compressed into his ribs and pressed on all his organs. It grew bigger and bigger until it felt like he would explode. Almost like the weeks before when you had your head between his legs with your saliva dribbled down his cock and onto his-

AACHOOoo!

Jungkook was nearly knocked off his feet with the force of his sneeze. Instantly, the pressure in his chest loosened a bit but not entirely. Not enough. He blinked down at his body, feeling betrayed.

He could already feel his nice slacks starting to squeeze around his middle. He could only stand there in shock as he watched blood flow to his third leg. He had really thought that he had gotten past the phase of his crush on you where every little thing you did turned him on.

But then again, sucking him off while he fingered you in a barely lit room wasn’t exactly a little thing. It was huge. And he wasn’t just talking about his dick.

If he was a braver man, he would have made something of that first encounter. Maybe asked you where you stood. Maybe confessed that as much as he thought you were beautiful in every physical way, he was highly attracted to you. Just you. The you that barged into his room whenever she felt like it. The you that texted him every morning with a synopsis of your crazy dream and used the word dick as a verb, a noun and an adjective at any given point. The you that liked to bitch at him for every little thing he did because it was out of affection.

But no. You had left that day and neither you nor him had mentioned it once while you hadn’t rejected any of his date invitations, he couldn’t muster the courage to actually ask what your relationship was. Not even in passing. He was starting to wonder if it had actually even happened or if he had imagined it, but every time he goes for his laptop and sees the dent on the edge where it hit the floor, he is forced to recall the sweet scent of flowers and your dripping center.

He had to stop that. If he kept letting his head wonder this way…

Well, he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, which is why he hadn’t brought it up. Or that’s what he told himself.

“Well bless you,” you said with a slight giggle, “That sounded like it hurt.”

Jungkook forced his awareness away from his crotch, realizing that if he wanted you to not see it, it would be best to not draw more awareness to it himself and the limb that was awkwardly sticking to his left leg.

“A-a little. Maybe you’re right. I really should sweep this place. I just haven’t had time since i’ve been spending so much time out with you.”

You scrunch your nose at him. His cheeks were a little red, though you assumed it was from the cold outside since the tip of his nose was also a bit red. Then, he pushed his hair out of his face, you noticed that so were his ears.

Weird. He only ever got rosy ears when he was embarrassed? Well he should be. His apartment was a mess. He probably shouldn’t have even moved out. You doubted that he knew how to clean his own ass let alone do his laundry. You were going to tell him exactly that, sass locked and loaded but something- maybe it was the way his pants fit or the way that his chest protruded through his shirt or the muscles in his arms- told you to look down.

His thighs were always your favorite part of him. So strong. Rideable. How could you not when he spent so much time making sure that they were solid as a rock. You could salivate, in fact you were salivating thinking of the last time you had your mouth anywhere near those legs and his dick deep in your throat.

If you really focused, you could fool yourself into thinking that he was hard in that instant. But no. Wait. Was it? Was he?

You snapped your eyes back to your friend. Your friend that you wanted to be more than that but you refused to say so, to see that he was looking around the apartment thoughtfully.

“Why don’t you go home for today, Y/N? I should get started on-,” he cleared his throat and visibly swallowed, hoping that if he got rid of you quickly enough, then you wouldn’t have a chance to notice the log that was in his pants.

You on the other hand weren’t sure what to do. His suggestion made you do a double take. Your boundary issues had not been resolved from last time. And this was evident in what you said next.

“Gonna beat it to the last time you got a real blow job instead of asking for one or what? Small dick energy.”

And who else could that have been than you? Your brain caught up to your mouth a second too late to take anything back. The words floated out in the open like an invitation. Well, wasn’t it? Isn’t that what you had meant? Probably. Your brain tended to go that direction when it came to Jeon Jungkook but had you really just offered him a blow job?

There was a second in which Jungkook’s face steadily turned the color of a cherry tomato and he began to sweat slightly. His eyes were wide and he was looking at you like he must have misunderstood. Were you speaking the same language?

His body tensed and blood pumped predominantly to his cheeks or his nether region. He felt a little faint even. Was the room spinning? It felt like it could be.

You watched him reel and try to compose himself. This was similar to the last time you guys had partaken in activities that weren’t usually shared by platonic friends. And like that instance, you felt the urge to run. To get out before he had a chance to don his other persona. The one that makes you weak in the knees and something of a brat.

“Is that like an offer or are you being an ass?” he asked, sass dripping from his tone. He pushed both hands into his pockets, the tips of his fingers grazed his hardened rod, already sensitive despite it not being entirely hard.

You crossed your arms, not sure if you wanted him to take you up on your invitation or if you wanted to retract it.

Jungkook took a step closer to you, waiting patiently for you to find your voice. He wasn’t going to pressure you. As much as he had enjoyed it last time, he couldn’t live with himself if you did something just for his sake.

You leaned against the back of his couch, the head rest was pushed slightly against your lower back, grounding you.

“No pressure, Y/N,” he assured, suddenly feeling like the playful tone that this activity had taken on the last time may seem a little pushy if you really didn’t want to partake once again.

But this solidified in your mind that as much as he seemed turned on, he clearly had enough respect for you to make sure you really were into the situation as much as he was. This was enough to push any feelings of unease aside and focus just on what was being given.

“I mean… honestly, don’t you kind of owe me for last time? I basically did all the work and you just sat there like a rock.”

Jungkook gaped at you, he put a hand over his heart and scooted slightly closer so that there was only a foot of distance between the both of you now.

“You were the one calling the shots babe. If you wanted me to do something more than just shake that,” Perfectly sculpted and hard work evident, “ass then you should have said something.”

His vibrato dropped for a second, his eyes met yours, “I’d do anything you ask of me, Bun.”

Your heart palpitated wildily in your chest. The words he had spoken to you that night came back to you then. You dreamed of those words. Hoped he would say them again in a different setting but never had even acknowledged that it had even happened, so you were left only with dreams and foggy memories of the way your name sounded on his sweet lips and the three words that you craved to hear.

He’d probably said it in the heat of the moment. The emotions were high and your climaxes had just...well climaxed so maybe it wasn’t that he L-worded you. It was that he L-worded what had just happened.

The issue then was that you did mean them. You meant when you said that you L-worded him so the blow of your relationship staying exactly the same as it had been before, nearly made you want to cut ties with him completely out of pure embarrassment. But you couldn’t. Because he didn’t let you. Any time you didn’t answer your phone, he was at your door. Any time you avoided set dates, he’d find you. The jerk wouldn’t let you leave, and you were too weak to let him go anyway.

But then there was that sparkle of...something, in his big eyes that made him seem so genuine and willing. Subconsciously, he licked his lips and you could only imagine those same lips on you. His head between your legs.

Could you take his offer? Did you have the courage to ask for what you wanted?

“A-anything?”

Junkook’s teeth made an appearance before he chuckled lowly, “Do I make you nervous? Is- is that’s what’s going on here?” He asked, gesturing between you two with one finger. Confidence poured out of every pore.

Instantly, you scoffed. Because no. Jungkook, baby boy, bunny teeth Jeon didn’t make you nervous in the slightest. But then why did your voice get stuck in your throat? Why did your mind go blank? Why were you fidgeting incessantly?

Jungkook hissed, a laugh chimed deep in his throat, “Who would have thought that the only thing I needed to do to get you to shut up was to offer to do you? Wish I would have known this years ago! I would have offered more often.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles flexed against his shirt. Your body thirsted at the sight. What would he look like on top of you? Pinning you down?

Your eyelid felt heavy. Lust coursed through your body. If you could just speak-

“So what will it be? Want me to eat you out? Fuck you? Spank you? Or are you more of an orgasm denial type of girl? You know, if this is going to work out, we should really talk about those kinks. Maybe think of a safe word? Or are you not that kinky? Cuz I’m pretty kinky so we should definitely talk hard limits as well-”

You watched him monologue in complete shock. Did he think that this was going to be a common occurrence? No. You didn’t usually sleep with guys just for the hell of it unless you were never going to see them again, and Jungkook clearly did not fit that criteria so no. You couldn’t just casually sleep with your best friend.

You opened your mouth to tell him this when you suddenly tuned back into the conversation.

“-and I mean… I know it might have been a bit fuzzy but I’ve had fun on our dates so far so I guess it’s natural that we take this to the next level? If- If that’s okay with you! Mama always told me that a gentleman never rushes his woman. Not that you’re mine! Or like that I own you or anything like that! No, no, I just mean that I like you and well you like me and like… the dates? So we’re like together? A couple? Should we have that conversation as well? I don’t know… what do you think, Y/N?”

You blinked at him in complete shock. Had you been dating Jungkook for the last couple of weeks and hadn’t noticed?

In hindsight, he had been paying for some of your meals and while he had done this on occasion, it had become more of a regular thing. He’d also been a lot more clingy than he had been. He’d even tried holding your hand a couple of times only for you to panic and pull away.

All of this information seemed to hit you like a ton of bricks. Oh my God… You had been dating Jungkook! How the hell did you miss that??

When you didn’t answer, combined with the horrified expression on your face that he had no way of knowing wasn’t complete disgust at the idea of him touching you, Jungkook feel like a total idiot.

To him, it seemed clear that the last thing you wanted was for his nasty hands anywhere near you. Couldn’t he take a hint? Clearly not, because you hadn’t so much as tried to kiss him on the cheek and now here he was offering to eat you. Talk about jumping some steps.

He took a step back, trying to give you some room so as not to force himself on you but he could feel his heart constrict. He was not gonna cry. He was not gonna cry. He was not gonna- oh…

Tears pooled in his pretty eyes. They burned with emotion and he really wanted nothing more than for you to leave and never speak to him again while at the same time wanting to jump into your arms and be comforted.

Regardless of his feelings, he stayed rooted to the spot he was standing in, his hands folded neatly before him as he bowed his head in a small apology.

“Oh...I uh… I overstepped. I’m so sorry, Y/N… I didn’t mean to- to make you uncomfortable.”

He balled his hands into fists trying to distract himself from the emotional pain of the blow you had dealt.

You on the other hand, were struggling to come to terms with what was happening. How did you stop this from spiraling further? And.. was he crying? No! He couldn’t be crying! You had to stop this. He may be obnoxious and a baby but he was apparently… your… obnoxious baby!

Without thinking much, you closed the distance with one big step and wormed your arms around his torso. You shimmied your head under his chin. Jungkook seized for a second. Unsure what he should do.

But as the shock wore down, he let his body relax and wrapped his strong arms around your body as he was shocked with emotion. At the end of the day, you were his best friend and if he was going to be consoled after a girl broke his heart, it would be you who would do it, even if that girl who broke his heart… was you.

But then, why were you kissing his neck softly? Was he imagining it? No. Because in the next second, you were grabbing his chin with your thumb and forefinger- they were ice cold- and you were pulling his face to look up at you.

When your eyes connected, your heart shattered. The pools of tears turned to streams in the mountains of his cheeks then conjelled at the valley between his collarbones.

Of course, on top of his good looks, he was a pretty crier. That was so unfair. Almost as unfair as the beautiful fan of eyelashes that caught his sparkling tears. And the voice that could only belong to an angel that he possessed.

You couldn’t help the slight smile that crossed your chapstick lips and the fond scrunch of your nose before you closed the three inches or so of air that divided you. When your lips settled onto his, you felt rather than saw him freeze for the third time that day.

His lips were a little salty and a little minty. Vaguely, you remember him applying and reapplying his chapstick all day. Now you wondered if he had been doing it out of nervousness.

Then his hands were in your hair, pulling you closer, balled at the nape pleasantly. He was breathing hard. Like he’d run a marathon or danced a full concert.

His lips were pressed so firmly onto yours that you were sure they would swell and bruise after this. You let all semblance of control be taken from you. One of his hands slid down to the arch of your back tentatively. Like he was scared to break you or that you would tell him to get off.

You arched your back with his hand, pressing your high necked cotton shirt into his chest. You could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his own shirt and the muscles that covered it.

With a sigh, you opened your mouth as he opened his lips and sandwiched your top one within his own.

You could feel that he was still crying, but you weren’t exactly sure why. You could ask later. Right now, all you wanted, all you knew he needed, was for you to kiss him and make it all better. To fix whatever it is you had done. You could piece him back together if you tried hard enough.

So when he began walking you backwards towards the couch, you didn’t fight. The hand on your back moved over to your hip. His lips were connected to yours, open wide, his tongue explored the wet cavern of your mouth. Teeth clashed awkwardly, the kiss was out of sync. You let him maneuver your head whichever way he wanted with the hand that was still firmly in your hair. He leaned over you. His body seemed to completely incompace yours. Your back was arched almost forty five degrees. It wasn’t painful at all. Instead, it pushed your hips flush against his.

His member, which had shrunk significantly only seconds before, was now growing again, filling with the erotic arousal that pulsed in his veins. A hulk in disguise was being pulled from the Bruce Banner you were so used to. And you were all too eager to let him show you this side of him.

Like a man on the brink of drowning, he pulled his mouth from yours. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. In a split second, he leaned down and picked you up from the knees. You wondered if he would carry you to his room or throw you over his shoulder, but he sat you down on the back of the couch before he placed a quick peck to your lips.

Then, like the sadist he was, he pulled away again, smiling up at you through red eyes. He wasn’t sure what this meant. If this was a sign that you too were too scared to bring up the relationship and the conversation that could change everything, but that could wait for another time. Right then, all he wanted was to show you, with his tongue, with his mouth, with whatever limb you let him, that he was falling for you. Hard.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes. A sigh escaped your lips. If you opened your eyes, would it be over? Would he ask you to leave? Would it once again go back to how it was for the last couple of weeks?

Eventually, you did open your eyes. Jungkook could see the fear and unsteadiness in them. The red around the brown made you hurt deeply in your soul. A tender hand reached out to cup his cheek. The light scratch of your freshly done nails was pleasurable to his senses. Goosebumps. Then a strong shiver. And he felt himself melt for the girl he had known for so long. And you for the man whom you had watched grow from a frightened boy.

“Are you going to touch me or are you going to punish me for all the times I left you high and dry,” you laughed. Even in this tender moment, you couldn’t hold your tongue, but Jungkook didn’t mind. The engine of his brain was whirring and he could hear, all he could see and feel, was you...you...you. Nothing but you and the way your hair hung under your chest and covered your left eye. Nothing but your chest rising and falling and the smile on your kissible, bruised lips.

How could he help himself? The answer? Would always be you.

He kissed your nose, then your cheek. An eskimo kiss. You giggled. It was the most beautiful music to his ears.

“You want me to Bunbun?” Internally, he cringed at his overly affectionate name but you smiled brighter and the insecurity left as soon as it came.

“Is that my name now?”

“If you want it to be, or you could choose another one?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, now that you were almost level with his eyes- though now you were a bit taller than him. You shrugged.

“I like it. Bunny, Bun, BunBun, any variation.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“Who knew you were this cheesy, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you opened your legs so he could slot himself between them. You pulled him closer and wrapped your legs around his waist. A mischievous smirk crossed your lips.

“What’s with the face,” he asked, sniffling a little.

“What face,” you asked, feigning innocence.

“This face,” he countered, gesturing vaguely at your eyes.

“Oh this? Ah well you see,” and then without ending your thought, you let yourself fall backwards with your legs and arms wrapped tightly around his frame. He was much heavier than you and clearly more muscular but with the weight distribution you were able to pull him over the back of the couch and twist both yourself and him so you landed on the cushions. His body atop yours.

By the look on his face, he clearly had not expected you to pull him, nor did he expect for his center to land directly on yours, but the shock gave way to the joy and fun that tended to encompass your everyday encounters.

His high pitched giggle of a laugh made an appearance which caused a multitude of butterflies to flutter through your intestines and chest. He relaxed into you, laying his head cautiously onto your breasts, pushing his middle away from your heated core. (yes, he noticed)

He could hear your heart beating against the- hehe squishy- lump of fat on your chest. Instantly, he knew that he could spend eons on your bosom uninhibited and satisfied.

But the pulse of his confined member made his head swirl with thoughts less than innocent.

When your nails lightly scratched at his back and the smallest, lightest moan left your lips, he knew you must be on the same page. Or at least, he hoped. Spurred on by the heavenly shapes and your inquiry from a couple seconds before, Jungkook picked his head off your chest and hovered over your left breast.

There was a question in his eyes as he looked between your boob and your face. One which you couldn’t answer verbally as your heart rate picked up and the lust poisoned your veins.

With the slightest nod, he had everything he needed to lean down and lightly nip at the mound through the thin material of your beige shirt. The warmth of his breath traversed the stitches easily. It sent pleasant shivers through your body, settling in your core.

He nibbled softly around what he hoped was your nipple, before he kissed the center of the mound with tender lips. His eyes stayed looking up at yours, searching for any signs that he should stop. You bit your lips and took a deep breath, dropping his questioning gaze and letting him take the reigns once again.

Jungkook felt you relax into him. Relief flooded his chest. With a little more confidence, Jungkook looked with his mouth for the hardened bud of your breast and pulled it softly between his teeth. He was rewarded with a moan, only slightly louder than the one before and he realized, he wanted you screaming. He wanted you to moan his name. Hear your voice penetrate through the walls of his apartment and disturb the neighbors. This was his new goal.

“Y/N,” he said softly trying to get your attention. Instantly, you looked down from your position, your pupils were blown wide. A beautiful sight.

“Is it okay if I-” and then his confidence waned and so he gestured to your shirt with his eyes a couple of times. You smiled at him.

“Mhm, go for it Kookie.”

Was this what it felt like to be called a good boy? Because Jungkook loved it. He needed more. More. More.

Eagerly, Jungkook untucked your shirt from your pants and bunched it up right under your boobs. The expanse of skin that he had exposed seemed like an oasis in a desert. He couldn’t help the pull of gravity that connected his lips to your stomach. They were not soft, nor gentle. They were fast and more pecks than anything. They tickled your skin as he tried to cover every single open spot with his love.

He worked his way up and nudged your shirt higher with his nose.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jungkook?” You asked exasperated.

“Can I take this off?”

You groaned, “Yes. Take it off. All of it, my shirt, my pants, my underwear. Whatever you want. You have my permission.”

Sheepishly, Jungkook obeyed. You raised your arms over your head and arched your back to make it easier for him to undress you.

He pulled it off swiftly, ruffling your hair in the process. He tossed the shirt aside, excited to see what he was unwrapping. He wasn’t disappointed. Had you known you would be undressing for someone today? Or did your undergarments always consist of lavish fabrics and sexy shapes?

Jungkook didn’t care. He just felt honored to be able to see it. The see through fabric held together by underwire did little to hide the prize behind the clothing. Your nipples stood pert and puckered under it all. Begging to be released. He wondered if your underwear matched.

It was weird. The things one noticed when something monumental was happening. Like the golden stiching that held the bra together, or the way that the underwire dug into your skin to hold your perfect breasts in place.

Then in a second, he was moving again, frantically unbuttoning your pants and ripping them off your body without hesitation. He must know. It was life or death for him to know if your underwear matched.

He tossed the pants in the opposite direction of the discarded shirt. He watched it fly over a lamp and land on a box that he thought had his art supplies. With bated breath, he turned to look at you. It felt as if his whole life had been leading to this moment.

And yes. The answer was that you were wearing a set. His mouth salivated as the scent of your arousal hit his nose. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in your folds and die.

But he slowed down and took in every inch of your body. He wanted to remember it. Every freckle, every curve. He wanted a picture to hang in his bathroom or to draw you on his ipad so he could use it to jerk off when you weren’t around because after this, he knew that no other image would do it for him. Not anymore

He watched your chest heave. He looked up at your face again, asking for permission even though you had already given it to him.

“Jungkook, if you don’t touch me in the next five seconds I’m gonna bite your dick off,” you growled.

Oof… that was not one of his kinks, thank you very much, but it was the last push he needed, because he slithered down your body and pulled your legs around his shoulders staring at the promise land between your legs.

He could already see a bit of your natural lubricant running down your lightly covered slits.

You watched him, entranced by how hypnotized he seemed by your entrance. A laugh gurgled at your throat.

“Wow, if I knew that all it would take to shut you up was for me to wrap my legs around your head, I would have done it sooner,” you teased.

But the laughter died on your lips as jungkook opened his mouth wide and licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. Even with the fabric in between his tongue and your skin, it felt like heaven.

“Fuck, Jungkook…” your hand flew to his hair, tangling in the locks of deep noir that you loved to braid when you two sat together watching a movie.

He kissed up and down your lower lips lovingly, lickig his lips as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life.

He hummed, sending a long vibration to your core which clamped around thin air as if trying to stop it from leaving.

“I can’t wait to really taste you, Bunny… fuck you’re delicious…” Every word was like a strike to your center. Arousal gushed from your entrance that made jungkook’s eyes sparkle in earnest enthusiasm.

Without asking, he pulled your underwear to the side, and buried his face in your juices. A bit of self consciousness wormed its way into your brain. He could be lying about how it tastes. Did it smell okay?

But the devilish sounds of him slurping and sucking at your folds pushed the thoughts away. He held your ass up, pulling you closer and closer to his face. He never felt like he was quite close enough. His nose brushed continuously against your clit and when he noticed the way you screamed under your breath every time it happened, he made it his mission to continue to do just that as he laved at your pulsing hole.

You had been hiding all of this from him. The paradise between your legs. The treat at your center. He wouldn’t let you hide from him any longer. He’d rather perish than to go one more day without your center at his lips.

Short, consecutive moans fell from the petals of your lips. Your orgasm built slowly at first, not coming to a head- both literally and figuratively and he could tell. He pushed his tongue into your entrance. Your walls closed on it, trying to keep it inside. His name came from your lips like a prayer. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted you to scream his name. To never be able to think of another doing what he was doing to you in that moment, so when your eventual crash came, he was less than satisfied.

You were breathing heavily. Your legs twitched. Jungkook ripped his face from your core only because you pulled harshly at his hair. From his nose to his chin, he shone with your cum. If there was anything hotter than that you couldn't picture it.

But then he was standing, and he ripped his belt from the loops and began to undress.

Looking over his shoulder as he pulled his pants down he said, “Take off your bra and underwear. Are you on the pill?”

Shocked, you followed his demands, though they were given loosely. You shook your head no and he gave you one nod of confirmation.

“I have condoms. You’re not allergic or anything right?”

Again you negated his question with a shake of your head and he half smiled.

“We could stop if you want-”

“Don’t be a fucking tease, JK,” you rolled your eyes and spead your legs, hooking one on the head rest of the couch so he could see your abused lips which were dripping for him.

His eyes widened only for a second, but then he tore his shirt off and scrounged for his wallet where he kept a condom. He ripped it open with his bunny teeth and pulled his underwear off unceremoniously.

You watched in fixed fascination as his cock sprang free of its confines, so hard that it looked painful. It was bound to feel good.

He rolled the condom on carefully before he situated himself between your legs and wiped your juices from his face. He was partially on his knees and partially standing. It was easy to find your entrance with your legs spread so wide.

When his head pushed in, you let your head fall back. Maybe it was because you already had one orgasm under your belt or maybe Jungkook’s dick was just a good fit but pure pleasure filled your body. He watched your reaction, gritting his teeth as your walls clamped down around him, resisting his entrance.

“Does it hurt?”

You gurgled something that you couldn’t make out but Jungkook seemed to understand because he nodded and pushed in farther, slowly. He bottomed out, his balls gently hit your ass and your vagina clenched, feeling every ridge of his member within you.

“Fuck… Y/N… I… I don’t know how long I can last…”

It was so sensitive. Every little twitch of his dick felt monumental. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you could last either.

“Move,” you managed.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulled out slowly then slammed back into you. Your skin clapped loudly in the mostly empty apartment. You whimpered. Your back arched. He pulled out again, then slammed back in. His pace was marked. Timed. It made your boobs jiggle as he grabbed your hips to help you meet his movements.

Cute little ‘ah’s filled his ears. They got higher pitched as you neared your end. Jungkook couldn’t believe his luck. You were so tight. So wet and the way your walls closed around him made him grow close to his end much quicker than he ever had by hand.

“Y/N… I’m gonna… I’mma…”

But you beat him to it. Your pussy clamped down and fluttered around him as your second orgasm crashed upon you.

You moaned his name as he continued to pound into you. Whines and pleas went unheard as he sped up. He needed you to know who you belonged to… in like a totally consensual way.

You were so sensitive, but the pain of over stimulation gave way to pleasure far too soon and a third orgasm consumed you.

In pure shock, Jungkook grunted and moaned, your vagina got even tighter around him. And he came violently, with his dick mid thrust and his name bouncing off the walls in the tone of your exhausted voice.

Spurt after spurt of white, hot cum spilled from his member and into the condom. He was so caught up in his pleasure that he didn’t notice nor hear the front door open.

Both of you heard a gasp and footsteps. Jungkook, mid orgasm, snapped his heavy head to the sound. To his complete surprise and embarrassment, there stood the aloof neighbor that was always walking into the wrong apartment.

At first, you were embarrassed, being naked was not something you did frequently in the presence of others, but then you were upset. Angry. How stupid could one girl be? Shouldn’t she learn that this was not her place after a billion and one mistakes?

For a second, all three of you were frozen. Jungkook’s orgasm finished and his cock quickly deflated. He jumped to action quickly, throwing his body over yours to cover you before he looked back at the neighbor and said, “this isn’t your apartment!”

Over Jungkook’s toned shoulder, you watched her eyes dart to his exposed ass before they filled with tears.

“Oppa…” she said under her breath, before the tears streamed and she turned on her heels and hurried out.

Your blood boiled. It seemed you were right. She wasn’t stupid at all. She had a crush on your… person? Whatever he was. He was yours- in a ‘I want to be yours and like it’s totally okay for you to say that’ kind of way, and you were not going to put up with some random girl who clearly didn’t have boundaries.

Jungkook looked down at you, his cheeks were red and you could tell he was extremely uncomfortable.

Carefully, he pulled his softened member from your core and made a show of removing the condom then disposing of it. You began to put your underwear and bra back on, watching him walk around his apartment butt naked. Would he say something? Or would you have to bring it up?

After minutes of silence, you decided you would have to be the one to break the awkwardness.

“So uh… do you know what her actual apartment is? Maybe we can put a note on your front door for her to remind her,” you half joked, standing to find your shirt and pants, but settling instead for the button up he was wearing before.

Jungkook pulled his shorts on, his back was to you. There was a tenseness in his muscles that wasn’t going away and something in the air struck fear in the pit of your stomach.

“She lives next door.”

Something about the way he said it made you feel like it was a confession of sorts. It made you want to run. But instead, you sat in his shirt as he rifled in his boxes for a pair of more comfortable pants before you decided to drop it for now, knowing that whatever it was that was hanging in the air around you wasn’t something you were ready for.

“Jungkook, where's your broom?”

“Uh…,” there was a hint of a laugh in his voice and some of the pressure lifted from the atmosphere, “was I supposed to buy one?”

You rolled your eyes for the millionth time that day and berated him for not having bought the basic necessities for his home. Everything felt lighter, but still like you were trending on eggshells. It felt like instead of taking a step forward, you had taken six steps back. You were no more clear on what you were or what to do than you had been the last couple of weeks.

You helped him unpack that day, because you knew he wouldn’t do it on his own. He joked with you as if nothing had happened, and you sassed him all the same but something was off… and you didn’t know if it could be fixed without it first breaking you both.

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