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rklve · 8 months

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RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART ONE

summary: your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

➣ pairing: jk x f!reader

➣ genre/au: exes to lovers; angst; slow burn; fluff; smut (eventually).

➣ 3.4k words

warnings: e2l. oc broke koo's heart :( but she did not mean it. they both overthink too much. jk is such a pet dad (BAM IS HERE YAY). oc is a confused mess. mutual pining. cursing. a lot of angst (sorry!). jungkook is a simp, head over hells crazy about oc. fluff bc why not. tae is bitter asf but he's right on this one. jk is the best boy I WANT HIM!!!!!!!!!!

song inspo: rainy days — V

wish I knew how to find the way right back to you, on rainy days like

part one | part two | drabble one

“I can't take it anymore,” Jungkook says as he stumbles for the seventh time on his feet walking around the living room “I’m losing my mind, Bamie.”

The dog looks at his owner with his head pointed sideways as if he understands what he’s been sorrowing about for the past 10 minutes. The rain pours angrily outside the apartment, Jungkook sighs as he realizes talking to his big ass puppy won’t solve any of his problems.

“She’s like, 5 min away from us, Bam! I should text her, right?”

He looks over his phone again, your instagram story is open and a picture of a window full of raindrops is seen — he knows where you’re at, you’ve both been to that coffee shop over a hundred times for the past years now. Can’t remember the last time he’s been to that place ‘cause he couldn’t stand the thought of being there without you. Now he’s wondering, wondering, wondering. Wonders if you’re back for real this time. If you are alone. If you are thinking about him too. Wonders what would happen if he just replied your story right now.

@jeonjk97: heard it’s the best caramel macchiato in town 👍

No— that’s too lame. Quickly erases the message.

@jeonjk97: want a ride home? it’s pretty bad outside.

Throws his phone on the sofa as he realizes he doesn’t know if you would accept his offer, doesn’t know if you’re sharing an apartment with Lola again either. Realizes he doesn’t know anything that’s been going on with you for a while now. More than what you let your 897 followers on Insta know too, at least. Blames himself for it, but knows it was for the best. Misses you like a fucker anyway.

“I should just call her.”

He picks up his phone, then also realizes he deleted your number months ago so he wouldn’t call you whenever his drunk ass thought it was the right thing to do.

“For fucks sake, grow some balls, Jungkook” he whines angrily at the air purifier as if it is the source of his problems. “Okay, Taehyung will know what do.”

He calls his best friend quickly, and prays Taehyung picks up before he grabs his car keys and drives himself to the colorful little cafe at the end of the street. Remembers how much you loved that place and the cookies they served. One caramel macchiato with extra topping and two medium chocolate cookies. You always ordered the same thing. Every damn time. Said it was in you, to never let go of the things you loved. You let go of him anyway.

“Jungkook-ah! Why are you calling? I told you I can't go out—“

“She’s back in town.” He cuts Taehyung abruptly and suddenly the other line is mute as well. Probably doesn’t believe it’s happening just as Jungkook didn’t believe himself minutes ago.

“Man, are you sure? Like, back for real?” he says, and Jungkook swears he can hear the disbelief in his tone from the other side. Yeah, he knows Taehyung is full of his late night calls to talk about you. Knows he is the one that’s been listening to it for months now —besides from his dobermann, of course— he’s the one who gets it, ‘cause he’s the only one who feels bitterly betrayed too. You were one of his best friends and yet, he didn’t knew your plans to move out from Busan as well.

“Aish, I’m not sure hyung. But she posted a picture a little while ago at the cafe down the street.” he blurted out, “Can’t even think straight now, man. You think she’s back for the holidays?”

Taehyung wondered for a little while. It was still August, Chuseok was weeks later. He didn’t say it out loud, but it wasn’t like you to drop work for so long, even if it was to visit your hometown. Nevertheless, he didn’t want Jungkook to get his hopes up. He knows how he is. Doesn’t want to see his friend’s heart breaking all over again.

“Mmm. Maybe, don’t know.” he sighed out loud “I thought we agreed to unfollow her after the second month.”

He hears Jungkook’s sad chuckle on the other side of the line, “Yeah, we did.”

Taehyung knows Jungkook wouldn’t bring himself to do it tho, and now he just confirms it. Being a little bit more resentful than Jungkook gave him the motivation to do so, but it doesn’t mean he hasn’t been missin’ your ugly face.

“Ok, so I need you to refresh my mind now. Tell me something so I won’t step outside that door right this second and make a fool of myself.” Jungkook continues to talk as if he’s been charged on 220W. And maybe he was. His heart has never beaten so fast for the past twelve months. His hair is all over the place from the countless times he grabbed it since he saw your photo. The tip of his fingers are tingling. Yeah, maybe he’s been electrocuted or something.

“Go.”

“What?” Jungkook says in disbelief. Doesn’t think he hears straight, ‘cause Taehyung would be the last one to say such a thing.

“I said go, Jungkook.” he sighs for what it seems to be the tenth time on the phone call. “I know you need this. You haven’t been yourself for so long now. You two have to talk properly at some point.”

“Ay, how frustratin really—” he tsks.

“For real, man. Go. Now.” he firmly says “What’s the worst she can do, leave?” Jungkook senses the bitter words coming from Taehyung’s mouth. He knows he’s not mad at you, just hurt. Knows Taehyung would forgive you in a heartbeat if you said how sorry you were for everything that went thru. Wonders if he would forgive you that easily too. But he knows his friend is right. He needs closure. Needs this.

“Yeah. Right.” he bites his lips and looks around. Sees Bam looking at him, as if he’s expecting an action from him too. “I’ll talk to you later, bro. Thanks.”

He turns off the phone and grabs his car keys tightly. Yeah, he’s doing it. Won’t think too much, it’s better this way. He will get in the car, drive for 5 minutes. Enter the coffee shop. Order. Pretend he doesn’t know you’re there. Eventually look over the spot he knows you’re at, the same table over the corner where you two always used to sit together, by the large window. Grab the coffee and go over casually, ask how you’ve been. Offer you a ride home —to your parents, probably, since you moved out from your apartment on the neighborhood for a while now. Say it’s because of the rain, he knows you hate to ask for Ubers on the rain. Didn’t trust just anyone driving on bad weather. Such a smart girl. He misses the shit out of you.

“Damn, ok. Pack it up, man.”

He calls Bam to his house and watches as the dog quickly follow his lead, as if he knows Jungkook is too anxious to play around right now. “Dad will be back soon, okay? Behave.”

And so he checks out his hair one last time on the mirror at his bathroom and goes before he changes his mind.

The drive is pretty quick. It’s actually a route he does walking, but it’s still pouring rain so he’s carrying on. On a rainy day. To a coffee shop. To get a coffee he could have made at the comfort of his home with his own little coffee machine. But it’s okay, he will just play pretend for this time.

He stops the car and just realizes he forgot his umbrella. “Are you fucking serious, Jungkook?”

Great. Brilliant. He feels so fucking dumb right now.

Thankfully, due to the cold season he was wearing his black sweatshirt and sweatpants so the rain wouldn’t do so much damage. He quickly got off the car and ran inside the cafe.

Surprisingly, it was full for a rainy night. Perhaps everyone had the usual thought; too lazy to make their own foods, they step out to grab something warm on the best coffee in the neighborhood.

Jungkook plays the script on his head over and over again as he whipes his hair side to side like a fluffy dog to get rid of the water that soaked it a little bit.

He looks ahead to the counter and his mind goes blank as he sees you over there now. At the little chair on the middle of the cafe. You seem lonely, messing with your hair a little bit, making a braid with a single tiny lock. It’s an old habit to make time pass, and Jungkook hates he remembers every little detail about you. His heart now has stopped, dropped to his knees. He really misses you.

“Bee!” the waiter calls, and Jungkook recognizes the nickname. Knows it’s you, ‘cause he’s the one that gave it to you years ago. Used to call you bee just to make fun of you, ‘cause you’re such a sweet tooth. Never met someone that loves sugar more than you do, so he started to call you that since you two became friends.

He watches at the end of the waiting line as you get up, straight your hand and pick up two cookies in a little pink plate. Chocolate chips cookies. Your favorite. His favorite as well.

You start to eat slowly so he averts his eyes. Doesn’t want to be catch staring and look like a fucking weirdo. It’s not like he drove here to see you. Talk to you. Not at all, the coffee here is great.

Finally the line walks and it’s his turn. “One black coffee, please. No sugar.” He says softly and suddenly feels his neck start to tingle. Knows you just realized he’s here, and you’re staring at him. Pretends he doesn’t tho, so continues to talk to the waitress as she asks who she would call when it’s ready “JK.” he says, then turns around to look for somewhere to sit and wait for the order. Looks over the table that you originally were, the one you posted a photo of. Then realizes now there’s a couple there, laughing together and taking pics of each other. He knows you. Knows you most likely offered the clingy couple the table, cause the house is full, and you wouldn’t take the table just for yourself. Even if it meant you would end up eating by the counter on the little puffed chair, you loved to drool over the pastries anyways.

He slowly looks the other way. Knows you’re on this direction so he has to be careful. You’re looking down. Seem sad all of the sudden and he just wants to hug you. For fucks sake. This is harder than he thought.

He sighs again as he realizes the only spots available are the 2 chairs on your right. He chooses the one that’s a little bit far just to be safe.

As he walks down, his chest tightens a little bit more. Now he doesn’t know what he’s doing here. It was a bad idea. Doesn’t even remember what the plan was at the first place.

He can smell your perfume as he walks past you and it’s like someone punches his stomach. Your sweet smell fills his nostrils and he just wants to be closer. Shove his nose on your hair like he used to. Then go down your neck and feel your skin respond with little goosebumps as he moves along it softly. Damn it. Jungkook wants to curse the life out of you but he can’t even bring himself to be mad right now. Only knows he misses you. Your touch. Your kiss. You.

Finally he sits and pretends as if he didn’t notice you there, continually looking over his phone as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world trying to figure out what to do next.

“JK!” The waitress calls him and he’s put out of his own world, looking up right away. You seem to be startled too as you look directly at him. You two look at each other for what seems to be minutes in a trance. You give him a tiny smile. He gives one back.

“JK!” he hears the call again and pulls himself out of the trance, going to grab the coffee from the waitress who’s on your left side. He pays for it and looks at you again. You’re still looking at him. Kinda unsure on how to act, he figures. It’s okay, cause he doesn’t know how to either.

As he sits, now on the chair closer to your right, he looks straight ahead and takes a gulp of the coffee. “Fuck!” he curses and pulls the coffee cup away as he burns his tongue with the damn thing.

You laugh thru your nose and his ears rapidly catch the sweet sound he used to hear all the time. Looks sideways to you, “Funny, huh?” he feels the air a little bit less heavy now, and he’s relieved.

“You just never change, Koo.” you say, still with that damn smile on your face he adores so much. He can’t take his eyes off of you. Realizes he never got over you, not even for a second. Probably never will.

“Don’t call me that.” those damned butterflies on his guts as he digests what you’ve said. You know it’s his favorite nickname. Knows only you call him by it. Knows he melts alway with this shit everytime.

You’re staring at him like that. So pretty. Soft brown sparkly eyes he missed so much. Now they seem to start hardening. “I’m sorry.” You say with a broken voice, and he feels the air shift all over again in a matter of seconds. Doesn’t know if you’re apologizing for the sweet nickname. For leaving him. For not calling. For not coming back. For everything.

“How’s everything?” He tries to ease the air back again. “It’s been a minute.”

He sees the corner of your lips tremble a little bit and you gulp. His chest pangs. Wonders if he did the right thing by pretending you never existed for the past months now. Just wants to make up for all the time both of you lost.

“Yup, it has.” You reply after a while. “I’m doing okay. What about you?”

You look up at him like everything is okay. If he didn’t know you, he would believe you were. But he knows better. You can’t hide anything from him, really. At least that’s what he thought. Knows he could be wrong, just like he was a year ago too.

“Cool. I’m cool.” he licks his dry lips and starts to think about his next move. Mind starts to blow up, a trillion thoughts at the same time and he’s back at it again. Can’t put his neurons to work properly. You’re actually right here in front of him, how is he supposed to?

Seems like you’re struggling yourself too. He doesn’t know if you’re trying to come up with an excuse to leave right now, or trying to find a subject in common as well.

You stare at your now half eaten cookie like it’s the most valuable thing in the world. The other one is already on the bag to go. You probably were planning on taking home to eat when the late night sweet crave hits you, like he remembers. Will put it on the microwave so it gets warm again and take a cup of milk with you, like you used to. Turn on netflix and watch one of those lame cooking programs, ‘cause you loved to waste your time watching people losing their heads to make giant chocolate sculptures. He secretly loved watching it with you. It’s the reason he watched every episode back and forth while you were away too.

“Is Bamie okay?” you murmur, now staring at your coffee cup with a little smile, thinking about the little puppy. Remembers how energetic and loving he was. Just like Jungkook. “You haven’t posted him in a while now.”

His tongue feels bittersweet again. He’s somehow happy knowing that you’ve been catching up with his life throught social media, even tho he disappears once in a while. At the same time, he’s sad. You could have been there for Bam. Should have, since you are the one who came up with the idea in the first place. Said he needed a little friend to match up with his chaotic energy. He ended up convinced and adopted the little guy. You always tended to get the best of him. Promised you’d help him to take good care of the baby, but only spent three months with Bam. Still, it’s like the puppy knows something is missing. Every night he looks over the door at any noise, like he’s expecting you to come throught it. Just like Jungkook used to do for the first months back then.

“He’s great, actually. Bigger than I expected him to be. Eats like a fucking bear.” he giggles a little remembering his big boy. “He’s loud too. Don’t know how the neighbors still haven’t ganged up against me to kick us out of the apartment.”

You giggle alongside him imagining the chaos those two must have been doing together. “I figured. You always have spoiled him too much. Told ya he would get bad habits.”

“Hey! You spoiled him too!” he throws it right back. Remembers how you used to let Bam sleep with the two of you on bed. It took him months to break that habit from the puppy’s routine.

You look up at him and smiles. Bright now. You know he’s right. You’ve treated that puppy like it was your own son. Kinda misses the three of you together like a big happy family.

Suddenly a loud thunder is heard and both of you look out the foggy window at the same time. The sky is even darker now, angrily pouring rain like it’s the end of the earth. The coffee shop is emptier. Everyone outside your bubble must’ve realized that it was no longer safe to be out in the streets. But here you two are. Letting time pass by, enjoying each others presence even if it’s kinda weird. Kinda sad after all these months apart.

Jungkook knows it’s time to act. Step up and do what he was planning since he left home. Can’t bring himself to. Is too scared you will say no. Too scared you will let him down again.

“I think I should get going.” you say softly wrapping up what is left of the cookie and putting it on your bag over the counter. “The weather is getting worst.”

“Want a ride home?” Jungkook quickly says before he looses the sudden courage. Sees you're taken aback so he continues, “I know you won’t be able to catch an uber or taxi right now.”

You still wonder a little bit. Jungkook’s anxiety is bubbling up again as he waits your answer. Why can’t you accept a simple offer? You can’t stand the thought of being around him? Do you hate him? Perhaps you don’t want him in your life ever again. You want to stay like this. Just be somebody that he used to know.

And that’s what scares him the most.

“I brought an umbrella” you finally say. Jungkook frowns. Knows you have no umbrella with you, he would’ve seen it by now.

He puffs. Knows it’s bullshit, but won’t call it. “Right. Suit yourself.” Then he gets up, forgets his full coffee by the counter, now cold. He feels fucking cold too. Already regrets coming to this stupid cafe, in this stupid weather, for no stupid reason. He takes his sweatshirt off and puts it over his head so the rain won’t get to him this time. Opens the door.

“Jungkook! Wait!” you suddenly say. “I actually didn’t.” you say pouty, coming up to him.

He doesn’t say anything. Just takes his sweatshirt, puts it over your head instead. He was wearing his taegeuk warriors jersey underneath it, will definitely get soacked but can’t bring himself to care at all. Just cares about you. Holds the glass door for you just like old times. You look up at him with your big doll eyes and he can’t do anything but look back. It’s like you want to talk through them. He wonders what’s going through your pretty little head right now. Probably overthinking too much, just like he does.

“C’mon," he softly says "Let’s get you home.”

yayyy there it goes! my first ff ever i'm so happy <3 this was supposed to be an oneshot but i got carried away and wrote more than i expected so i had to cut it off hehe

also, please be aware that english is not my native language so i’m sorry if there’s any typos 🥹

i'll upload part 2 soon! if you want to be tagged pls comment under the post :) thanks for reading xx

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badasgirlfriend · 7 months

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Twisted Fantasy | A Bada Lee Wattpad Fanfic

pairings: bada lee x chen jiayi (fem oc)

genre: ex best friends (ex lovers) to lovers, enemies to lovers

a/n: here's a brief of chapter 8<3 read the rest of the chapter here (if the link doesn't work my user is hoezzwantme on wattpad)

'Are you familiar with the hitmaker known as Lucky? She's the mastermind behind some of the biggest hits from BTS and other HYBE groups. The truth is, no one knows her identity. Well, no one outside of a select few who have been fortunate enough to meet her or work alongside her. We know nothing about the female producer, save for one single detail: her age, which is alleged to be 27 years old. She supposedly revealed this information to the public, along with her birthplace of Daegu's Otgol Village, which was leaked by someone back in 2019. HYBE, meanwhile, remains guarded about her privacy. They've never shared any information regarding her, nor do they intend to in the future'

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck" this was really her, this was her Jia. All this time, she thought she'd moved away somewhere far. But she couldn't have been more wrong. Her emotions were torn between joy and sadness.

She found her Jia

Now it all made sense. She remembered when Jia told her that her name Jiayi, meant lucky one. She felt a chill run down her spine as that fact finally dawned on her. It was lucky indeed, for their paths to cross once more in such a way.

Bada starts laughing while a few tears stroll down her cheeks. She was proud of Jia for her accomplishments, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and longing. She was happy for her, but wished she could have been there with her all along.

Wiping her tears away from her cheeks, Bada wanted to hear her songs, even though she didn't have that many. She didn't have a large collection, only 6 songs, but her numbers of listeners was huge.

As she scrolled to the most streamed song on Jia's page, Bada closed her eyes and let the melody wash over her.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

Bada sank down onto the floor, her emotions taking over as she covered her mouth. She tried desperately to keep herself together, covering her mouth and restraining herself as best as she could. But the tears were already running down her cheeks, and she was crying again. She knew that this particular song was about her, about the night that had cost them their friendship, and every time she heard it, the memories came flooding back. The cover of the song was a dead giveaway

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

Bada could feel the hurt in Jia's voice, and it hurt her so much that it felt like a stab to her heart. The lyrics were like a razor to her soul, carving out deep wounds that she knew were self-inflicted. She knew that she had hurt Jia deeply, but now knowing how she somehow felt, it was like the whole world was crashing down around her. In that moment, everything that had happened came flooding back to her

"I'm sorry," the broken girl choked out the words between sobs, rocking back and forth. She was overcome with grief and regret, her whole body shaking with emotion "It's all my fault Im sorry"

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

#bada lee x yn #bada lee #bada lee imagine #bada lee x reader #bada lee fanfic #bada lee edit #bada lee x oc #swf #swf 2 #team bebe #Spotify

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lemongingerart · 7 months

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Hi Peb, responding to your 'get help'!

(((I made a separate post for several reasons. Lately, if I reblog something with extra content, it's just ignored. Also, this content has dirt on it. Lemons. NSFW. I wanted you to choose whether or not you want to be associated with it and how you want to get the tags right 😅))))

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that you're going through tough times! How is it that bad things always seem to happen simultaneously? I certainly feel you on the first topic though, right now I'm under a pile of blankets with covid as well. Tough mf.

We all sometimes need a pat on the back (or a bottle of red wine to share 🥲) so I do like this idea and dug through my Hux x OC fic for something shareable (because in all honesty that's the only content I have 🙃)

So… have this partially unfinished and unreviewed smutty chapter, that I won't be publishing this year anyway, because it’s so far up my fic no one will remember I shared this today 😅

(Oh stars, I think this is the first time I'm putting smut out in the open, and it's not even romantic, it's pure horny filth mainly for the ginger general's pleasure … but I'm too exhausted from corona to care 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️ )

Tagging the moots, in case they're horny for Hux: @liminalpebble, @mylifeisactuallyamess , @morby - let me know if you want in

Wourd count: about 2 500

Tags/warnings: Hux POV, in universe but kind of AU if you read this separately, established relationship, Hux x female!OC (called Miko), hints of dom/sub relationship, boobs, dry humping maybe?, oral (m!receiving), a shoe.

Let me know what I forgot, because I most certainly did forget something (hence, corona)

'H, we got an issue on the eastbound production line' Miko said, barging into his office and suddenly standing next to his desk.

Armitage skeptically looked up from his datapad, not amused by her lack of discipline. Still… he thought he would never have to admit it, but he was getting slightly used to it. The annoyance towards her unprofessional behavior had dwindled, now only a minor hindrance and thus making him able to focus on the reason she stumbled inside his office in the first place.

"Lieutenant, at ease." He said, although it wasn’t like she was standing straight up anyway. "Please explain. Slowly. "

Miko nodded, but the way she pulled up her eyebrow made it clear she wasn't having any of it. Stars, each time she was besting his authority she was encouraging him to find ways to fuck her and he wondered if she was doing it on purpose or even by reflex.

She swiftly provided him with an overview of various calculations, clearly visualized on her datapad, while she was elaborating on the numbers with her usual passionate style.

Hux didn't hear what she was saying though. Although he was watching her lip movements closely. And the way her chest heaved when she took a breath in between her rambling. Hmm, he'd love to free up some time in his busy schedule to open the clasps of that uniform and feel how warm and pliable her breasts feel today.

Miko stopped her exposition. "You aren't listening, are you." She stated, setting up a pouting face and her right hand on her hip. He knew her enough to assume that the disappointment was at least exaggerated, at best staged. He also knew how to turn that disappointment into something much more pleasant.

"You’re distracting me, Lieutenant. " Miko turned a quarter when she laid down the datapad before him. She switched hands, planting her knuckles on her other hip. She frowned. "Distracting you? This is kind of urgent, otherwise I wouldn't barge into your office and disturb your heavily stuffed planning like this." He could swear she was mocking him now.

She sighed, waving her free hand towards the datapad on the table and ticking on the graphs. While doing so, she leaned on his desk and he could smell the champoo on her hair - of course she wasn't using the regulated one - and a hint of the tea they shared this morning.

"Still, you know what your lack of manners and disrespect do to me." He hissed, turning his desk chair and sliding her way. Miko looked back to him in bewilderment. Did she really not expect him to make a remark like this? She frowned for a second.

"Apologies, sir, for speaking before my time. " she then quietly said, blushing and turning her gaze towards the ground. He didn’t miss the flicker in her eyes, though, signaling Hux she was more than happy to play along. Stars, he never was sure if she did these things on purpose in the first place.

He did want to get that uniform open now, just a little bit to feel if he could make her moan with one hand in, kneading her tits and making her nipples get stiff between his fingers.

Outstretching his right leg, he locked his foot behind the back of Miko’s knee, coercing her to come closer. Hux hips had sunken more towards the end of the chairs seating now, making him lay back a bit. She followed his unspoken directions with baby steps, the closer she got the more blush apparent on her cheeks.

As she was standing in between his legs now, he raked his long fingers over the side of her figure. He could spot how she pulled in her lower lip, biting it as if it could stop her from breathing heavily, betraying she needed his touch.

He chuckled, he deeply appreciated the way she played her part right now. It was still a mystery to him how she could just… be who she was to him.

"I'm not sure if I can just accept those apologies. But I am in a good mood. Can your eastbound issue wait for another 15 minutes?" Miko only nodded. "Good. Because I'm going to solve another problem first." He whispered, pulling her closer by the neck clasp of the uniform. She had to bend her knees forward and he made sure her upper legs reached the chair, right before the center of his pants. The next friction created by her leg moving was no coincidence though, it made it clear to him she was aware of the boner in his pants and how she was more than willing to do something about it.

But first, he wanted to open up that uniform just enough to see her nipples come out and give them some of his treatment, while still some of the skin remained locked in fabric.

He pulled her closer even more, planting a kiss on her lips, the kind of kiss that is making her want more by the way she tries to pull on his lips. But he wasn’t going to give her those yet. He still had a firm grip on the collar, making sure she couldn’t steal away any extra kisses. The soft but needy complaining sound that escaped her lips, made him chuckle.

His other hand found a way to the clips of the uniform, expertly opening it up from under the collar to right under her breasts. Keen on reaching his target, he slipped his hand inside, pulling up the tank top she was wearing underneath. Still holding her by the collar and enjoying the way she looked bothered and desperate for another kiss, he cupped her left breast, fingers sliding between the fabric of her bra and her warm skin. The way they moved made him knead them a single time, before pulling down the bra and exposing her skin to the cold air.

Seeing her facial expression change to something even more needy, almost animal like, was his new favorite thing. While he was most certainly doing this for himself, pleasing her always gave him that extra rush to the head. Lately, in the afterglow, it made him realize that he would do anything to keep her by his side.

He repeated the process on the right side, this time taking in how both tits looked out in the open and if it was matching his recent visualization. Gods, he loved the sight of how tense they stood, all restrained through the fabric and the cold air. Matching the pout on her face.

He pulled her closer by the collar again, contemplating if he should kiss that cute pout from her face or not. Her feigned disapproval had proven to give him more inspiration before.

"H., s-sir… we really do have an issue in the eastbound.." she breathed into his ear, stopping mid-sentence due to the soft pinch he performed on her nipples. While he should probably credit her for not leaving out a sound, he relished in how he could control her like that.

He pushed her back, letting her neck go, making her stand up so he could appreciate the sight. The minute he saw realisation dawn on her features, she became to blush even more. "Lieutenant, how come that you always have such a lood mouth, but somehow this is the only way I can make you feel-"

BLIEP, the comm on the desk did, making Hux snap out of it and Miko have the strangest reflex he ever saw in a human: she dived right onto the floor, hiding from the visual receptors of the holocomm device. Hux sighed, turned his chair towards his desk and pressed the accept button to answer the call. He had made it clear he only wanted to be interrupted for urgent matters only, so he could not ignore the call.

"Better be something important, Captain." He started with a snide. He could hear Miko giggle from beside him and he almost rolled his eyes.

The problem with captain Gavin is that he thinks every gossip that happened in his department was of utmost importance. Another problem is that Hux, while higher in ranks, could not simply replace him yet. Drawbacks of running a mid-sized business compared to a complete fleet.

He sighed, annoyance apparent on his face, but still having a hard dick under the desk and a Lieutenant on all fours, tits out, next to him.

He subtly rolled his desk chair to Miko’s side, sliding his foot towards her and halting it right in front of her. He then moved his toes upwards twice, the leather of the boot making a scratching sound, to signal her to come closer. He saw her nodding in the crook of his sight, eyes wide, expressing she got the message. On hands and knees, she silently started crawling towards his foot. While Hux feigned interest in Gavin, he reached further and lower with his leg, the calf of his foot first touching her right boob, then making her crawl closer even more until he could settle his foot in between her legs.

Making sure her head remained under the line of sight from the desk, he turned back in forward position so she slided on his foot, under the desk. "Captain, explain to me why you're not wasting my time.", he asked the holo. Said captain resumed his reasoning while Hux tried to remain as boring looking as ever, while stars he could feel her grind on his shoe right now.

If there was something he really wanted to see, it was the sight of his favorite Lieutenant (the only Lieutenant he favored), half naked but still in uniform, riding his shoe and enjoying it very much. Sadly, he couldn't afford looking down right now, so he just had to imagine her boobs bouncing, her pants getting soaked and the leather of his shoe getting stained. He'll wear the mark throughout the remainder of the day with pride, something his old self would forsake him for.

Gah, he needed some depressurising for himself, and resume with what he had in mind before he got the holocall.

He subtly brought his hand down, fingers stretching and probing for contact with the only person he could trust down there. Almost immediately, he found her hair and pulled it closer in between his legs. That was enough for her to interpret the silent order correctly and get to work on his belt, all the while Gavin rattled about modulators and wrong versions and disgraces and what not.

Hux wasn't sure his face remained stoic the moment she slowly licked the head of his dick, making sure no precum got spilled. What he was sure of though, is that his right leg bumped the underside of the durasteel desk as if it was hit by lightning. That would sting later.

She had pleased him with blowjobs before, so the sensation itself wasn't new, although each time it felt as heavenly as before. That's why he knew she was taking whatever she would get, the wretched woman loved to turn him inside out whenever she could.

But this setting, with Miko under a table and he himself having to concentrate on acting like he was interested in captain chippy? That was completely new and more of a challenge than he had anticipated.

When he felt her make little circles with her tongue, obviously having fun and trying extra hard to make sure he won't forget this particular session, he automatically clenched his fists. He pulled her hair, and she took the action as encouragement, taking him in her mouth completely and slowly sinking down towards the base. Fearing this would be too much to handle all the while making the holocall, he brought his free hand up before his mouth, trying to hide the scowl that was forming. When she reached her limit, she started to go up again, sucking with all might and making him see stars. As soon as he felt the turn in her movement on his cock, he commenced curling his fingers and pressing his fist against his lips, to make sure he wouldn't start panting in front of the camera.

Soon, she started pumping his dick, following the rhythm she knew he enjoyed all too well, and he had to stop his hips from tensing and stretching. By a thousand suns, why was she so good at this?

"General, I'm sorry to disturb you, but have you seen Lieutenant Ylena? We have an issue in the eastbound sector and she wanted to be informed of the process." Sergeant K interrupted captain Gavin during his boring plea. Hux had to focus on the conversation again, now that two of his subordinates were in view of the holo. A daunting task considering how much underpressure she was putting on his cock right now - he could imagine the dimples in her cheek. Oh frack, he needed to answer now, so he pulled her still with the grip he still had on her scalp. Miko immediately stopped, but didn't let him go though, applying the littlest of pressure and letting him know that this game works both ways.

Hux sighed and answered the men in the holo: "I've just heard her, she's on her way up to me for some other matter. I'll send her over once I'm done with her."

Shit, she was definitely chuckling on his dick now. Then, she started doing little short sucking motions on the head of his cock, sending him to new heights. This conversation had to come to an end now.

"Captain, sergeant, I propose we end this debate right now and I will see to it that Lieutenant Ylena will be at your department as soon as she can," he blurted out, way too fast for his doing but he just needed to close the communication line and stop her from using her mouth and driving him to his peak so soon. In the meanwhile, he had come up with other plans.

He pressed a button and the holo disappeared. Now that he could move more freely, he brought his other hand down and stroked her filled mouth: "Shush, I still want you on the desk my little Lieutenant." He said with a crooked smile while pulling her back from his cock at her hair. "Get up while I lock the door. This time I will not be disturbed while I make you feel exactly how hard you made it for me. "

#general hux smut #general hux x oc #armitage hux fanfic #general hux x you #star wars fanfiction #lemon #generalginger #this is my username for a reason #I'm kind of anxious right now though

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greypetrel · 3 months

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1 and 9 for all of them!

Hi Mo! :D

Thanks for asking! A premise for number 9: I firmly believe that there's something of the author in every character, so I'll just listen what they got from me.

Tis the prompt list

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

Alyra: as above, time has passed and I don't remember much. I recovered her character because I liked the way she looked. I think it was the race, I remember I spent A LONG TIME back them deciding on the background. Raina: Her class. I didn't want to play another rogue, but then I remembered my one failing try with a mage in DAO and the Warrior armor wasn't as pretty as the rogue one. (she was born in trash and kept living in it.) Garrett: "Ok, I want to try the Fenris romance WITH A BLOOD MAGE." (sorry Fenris.)(But it worked out so there's that? They're happy growing pumpkins now) Aisling: "I want another Dalish whose character is the opposite of Alyra, this time.". Basically, I decided she would be a cinnamon roll first. Radha: The Dirthamen vallaslin. it looks very cool. Also, since my characters tend to be chatty, I wanted one that on the contrary speaks very, VERY little. Max: The name! I wanted a masculine nickname that's short for something quite embarrassing for the character. Hence she's named Maxine. She'll say it's a dog name and she hates it, but that nonetheless she got lucky because grandpa wanted to name her Jolene and that reference is too much on the nose.

9. Are they based off of you, in some way?

Alyra: I was told I can be indimidating when I am pissed off, but I don't think I reach her levels, LOL. I do blink. Raina: She won the lottery as the character I do the most self-inserts. Beside the family, she won the lottery of sarcasm and being a mental wreck with zero self-esteem and a good façade of one. I don't eat stuff off the ground tho, I swear. Garrett: Surely not the green thumb nor the love for pumpkins. I'm chill like him. Aisling: "I'm fine :) " said as I'm having an anxiety attack. Being chatty and unable to hold a poker face. I would like to say I'm not a horse girl, but my instagram feed thinks otherwise. Radha: The love for reading and catching on, and vaguely the "no shit taken" attitude. Max: She got my taste for oldies and '80s rock, and well. Being Italian.

#creating your oc ask #i vaguely think that's the first thing I thought of when creating them my memory is shit :"D

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obscurest-reference · 2 years

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Lies

so i wrote something with the intention of focusing on my Stranger Things OC and then. it turned into Steddie so. (i rewrote the beginning to NOT include my OC and just turned into full-on Steddie)

genre: confession, fluff

warnings: swearing, drinking, weed mention

wc: 2,021

Lies

Steve threw a party.

But seriously, this victory was staggering. What better way to celebrate evil life forms getting obliterated by a high school freshman with weird mind powers than to throw a major get-drunk blowout party?

So Steve threw a party.

Eddie didn't drink. His poison of choice was weed, and the occasional hallucinogenic mushrooms. Him and Argyle got on well because of that. Eddie's weed had worn off a while ago, and frankly, he was too busy to try to find more.

Because Nancy drank. And when she drank, she drank. She might start off with beer, but soon she'd migrate to the mystery punch, and later she'd do vodka or tequila shots.

So Eddie was kept busy, watching Nancy, making sure she or anyone else around her didn’t do anything stupid. When Eddie first arrived at the house, he got spit on and called names, but it wasn’t anything he wasn't used to. But when Steve, Nancy, and Robin welcomed him, everyone sorta backed off. Now that everyone’s drunk, save for Eddie, Robin, and one other designated driver, they’re all just now realizing how… attractive Eddie is.

“Hey,” one girl says, stumbling over. “You’re that freak, huh? Heard you play guitar, right?”

Eddie studies her. “Yeah, not the kinda guitar you’d like, sweetheart.”

“Mmm…” she looks vaguely disappointed. “But you can still play guitar for me.”

“I’m a little busy right now.”

She follows his line of vision and watches as Nancy and Steve intertwine their arms and do another shot.

“Ohh,” the girl says. “Watching after your friends?”

“Something like that.” This was not Eddie’s crowd. He wanted to leave. But Steve seemed to be having fun. Nancy seemed to be having fun, too. So he stayed.

“Okay,” the girl slurs. “I can give you my number if you want it.”

“I’m alright.”

“Okay,” she repeats. “Byyyeee.”

"Byyyeee," he says, mimicking her tone.

Eddie watches her stumble away, feeling that same protective feeling he did when Chrissy asked for "something stronger". God, he was in trouble. He glances at Steve and Nancy. He's just--

He can deal with it like he's been dealing with it.

But here's the kicker: Steve and Nancy have agreed to just stay friends. They weren't eager to revisit their past and potentially fall back into their old habits, so they're keeping that distance. Eddie thinks it would be easier for him if they were together. But they're not, so he's suffering in silence.

Nancy appears in front of him, pink lipstick smudged in the general area of her mouth, eyes dilated and hair a mess.

"Hi, hotshot," she slurs, grinning a little.

"Who've you been kissing, Nance?" Eddie teases, folding his arms.

"Ngh… no one. Maybe someone. I don' remember."

"Listen, it's 12:30," Eddie says. "I was supposed to call my uncle 30 minutes ago to tell him I'm okay and I'm staying at Steve's place."

Nancy groans and leans forward, her forehead resting on Eddie's chest, arms dangling loosely in front of her. Eddie pats her back supportively. "I don' wanna have to come with you," she groans.

Before the party had started, Robin paired with Steve and Eddie paired with Nancy to babysit and look after them. It was what good friends would do, and now that they're all good friends, they're doing it.

"I'll get Robin to keep an eye on you," Eddie says.

Nancy lifts her head up again and brings her hand to his cheek. "Make sure you sound sober."

"Well, I am sober." He moves her manicured hand away from his face. "I'll call upstairs, there's less noise."

"Less music," Nancy corrects. "More moaning, I think."

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn't try to hide a smile. "Yeah, okay, princess. Don't do any more shots."

"Fuck you, hotshot," she says, stumbling away.

Eddie glances around the packed house for Robin. She's at the other end of the living room, just observing. After a quick round of charades, he successfully communicates to her that she needs to watch Nancy while he goes upstairs to make the call.

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"Harrington, Harrington," Eddie drawls, interrupting a game of beer pong.

"Shut up, Munson," Steve slurs, holding a finger up to him without looking back. Steve sways a little as he aims, then bounces the ping-pong ball nearly perfectly into one of three remaining cups. Cheers go up, Steve rushes over and downs the cup, and Eddie (once again) rolls his eyes.

"Okay, what?" Steve asks, wiping his mouth. If Eddie was drunk he'd think Steve just glanced at his lips. But Eddie's not drunk. He's not even dreaming.

"I need to use the phone in your room, but the problem is, I don't know which one is your room."

Steve thinks on this. His face is very flushed. "Okay okay. Lemme just come show you. 'm way too drunk to try to explain."

Well, at least he knows when he's hammered, Eddie thinks to himself. Steve pushes past him and starts marching over to the stairs, swaying every other step. Eddie has to help him up the stairs like he's helping an old lady cross the street.

Nancy was right. There's voices coming from down the hall. Steve leads him in the opposite direction and to a closed door, which he promptly opens and lies down on his stomach on his bed.

"Uh," Eddie starts, a sick feeling in his stomach. "Y'gonna go finish your game down there?"

"Nnno," Steve decides. "Those guys were all losers."

Eddie doesn't say anything. He sits on the edge of the bed and picks up Steve's phone, dialing his home number. After assuring his uncle that he's fine and lying that he's tired, Eddie successfully convinces his uncle that he'll be home by 11 a.m. tomorrow.

"You're a pretty good liar," Steve notes. "Tell me a lie."

"Ooh, I dunno about that," Eddie says, moving the phone back to its place on the bedside table.

"Come onnn," Steve presses, rolling over to his side. "Make me believe that the sky is green and grass is blue."

"Uh. The sky is green and grass is blue."

"Agh," Steve says, waving his hand dismissively. "That wasn't as good."

"I can't do it on command."

"How d'you get your hair like that?" Steve asks, sitting up and scooting closer to Eddie. "Didya get a perm?"

"No," Eddie says, swallowing. "It's like this naturally."

"Hm." Steve gently takes a lock of Eddie's hair and twists it between his fingers. "We both have amazing hair, dude."

"Yeah," Eddie says quietly, still as a statue. His face burned so much it hurt. That sick feeling in his stomach spread outwards and now everything felt sick.

He was sick.

"Did Robin ever tell you she likes girls?"

Eddie whips around suddenly. "Y-yeah, she did."

"I like girls, too." His pauses, then his voice grows quiet. "I like you the way she liked Tammy Thompson."

If Eddie didn't have an empty stomach, he would've puked right there on Steve Harrington's floor. Instead, he shoots up and stomps over to the entrance, slams Steve's door shut, and gets really close to Steve's face.

"Steve, you're drunk," Eddie says, more to himself than to the boy on the bed. "You need to go to bed."

"No, no, I think…." Steve takes a deep breath through his nose. "I think I'm really actually very sober right now."

Eddie takes it back. Steve doesn't know when he's drunk. Because how could he say that? To him? And how could he say that here?

"Eddiiieee," Steve sings. "Can you say something now…?"

That's it. Eddie's done with this stupid dream. Wake up, Eddie, please, because this surely isn't happening. It's not. It can't be.

"Edward Munson."

"Don't-- don't call me that." Eddie finally backs away and stands far away from Steve, facing the wall, so he wouldn't have to face him. Isn't this what he wanted? Isn't this the impossible becoming reality? I mean, that's what this past spring break has been about, right?

This time, Eddie inhales sharply through his nose. "Steve," he says quietly. "I want you to think long and hard about what you just said to me."

"I have been for the past week, but okay."

Eddie forces himself not to waver. "You're drunk. And you just told me you like me. You pretty much just said you like me the way you used to like Nancy."

"Yeah."

He turns around. "Are you trying to get back at me for not lying to you?"

"No."

Eddie just stares at him. His face feels like it'll melt off.

"C'mere."

"What?"

Steve waves him over. "C'mere."

His legs felt glued to the floor. He didn't want to get close to him. He felt that if he got closer, he'd never be able to get farther. He felt that, if he saw him any better than he could now, Steve would never leave his mind. He did not want to be with him because he was scared that it wouldn't be real and that he would remain a fantasy.

Steve gives up and marches over to him instead. "Can I show you something?"

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, and then forces them to open and look Steve in the eye. His eyes weren't dilated like Nancy's. "What?"

Steve takes a single step forward, and before Eddie can react, before he knows what's happening, Steve's hands are cradling Eddie's cheeks, his feather-light touch making it hard to feel all the scars and callouses from battles past.

And Eddie wanted to fucking cry.

"Eddie…."

"Steve."

"Can I kiss you?"

What was he supposed to say to that? How could he respond to that? Who would know what to do?

Eyes wide, hands sweating, body light, Eddie Munson replied with: "Yeah."

The only thing that told Eddie this was reality was the smell of Steve's cologne. You can't smell in dreams. People who say you can are liars. But as Steve's cologne and the smell of beer mingled in Eddie's head, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut like he was avoiding looking down at the drop of a rollercoaster. And boy, did the drop come.

Steve had to physically take Eddie's hand and place it on his waist to let him know that he was okay with it. Frankly, Steve was scared. He wasn't scared of Eddie. He was scared of being found out. He figured it would be easier to do this when drunk, because if they were caught, it would be more excusable.

Eddie still didn't know if Steve was lying or not. He wanted to keep his hands to himself in case he was lying. But then Steve moved his hand and he knew, he knew, that Steve couldn't be lying.

In the past week, Eddie had learned more about Steve than he ever thought he'd want to. One interesting point was that Steve was ticklish, and hated when anyone touched him anywhere between his ribs and his hips.

So when the King moved the Freak's hand to his waist, it was the final confirmation.

He decided if he was gonna kiss Steve Harrington, he was gonna do it right.

Eddie's hand pressed against the back of Steve's head, pushing him further into the kiss, and his other hand stayed on his waist right where Steve left it. For a moment, Steve didn't know how to respond. Eddie's hand in his hair was a feeling he only recently realized he wanted to experience. But Steve found his footing and pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together, nearly tripping over each others' feet as they stumbled to Steve's bed, his hands clumsily reaching under Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, and Eddie landing on top of him with a sharp exhale.

"They're gonna kill us," Steve breathes, brushing Eddie's hair away from his eyes.

"Who's 'they'?" Eddie asks, lips pressed Steve's jaw.

"The-- the girls. Nance and Robin."

"Then just don't tell them."

"What do I say when Robin asks me where we went?"

"I dunno," Eddie says, moving up and planting a long kiss to Steve's cheekbone. "Lie."

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things 4 fanfic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things oneshot #stranger things steddie #steddie oneshot #steddie fluff #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things steve #steve harrington #stranger things eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #neo wrote a oneshot

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mydayserenade · 2 years

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- snapshoot

synopsis: when hongjoong had failed many times in his life trying to capture memories around him through his camera, one stranger will make his dream turn slowly into a reality.

hongjoong x oc

genre: fluff, romance, slight gut punching sadness (?), slight angst (?),

word count: 941

warnings: swearing, mentions of memory loss

a/n: surprise muthafuckas, im BAAAACK! did you all miss me? (probably not, its okay though 🥰 no hard feelings) it has been a hot minute since i have been writing smth, a lot was going on (acads wise) for me to sneak this in my sched but fortunately enough i now have the energy to write again! woohoo! just a little backstory with this fic; originally i wanted to post more of a horror, mysterious, thriller type fic w/ hongjoong in it but then after listening to So Tender on loop thanks to Nevertheless, my sleep deprived brain had come up with a plot that was based on the vibes of this song and so came my brain child which is this 😉... so um yeah, enjoy reading a slightly angsty joong with his baby film camera ❤️ and hi again

"You're a dickhead" "What's with that camera, weirdo?" "This guy probably got some demon inside of him to latch onto that old thing." "Asshole."

Hongjoong aggressively gets out of bed after the overlapping voices that constantly bombarded his mind. Old movie posters, off-white sheets, magazine cut-outs scattered on the wooden floor; yup he is definitely not dreaming he assured himself. He leans near his bedside to check the time on his phone; 7:30 A.M, still enough time to sleep. He plops back onto his position and stares dully at the blank space before drifting off into the abyss.

Alarm goes off, its 11:30. Hongjoong groans as the high-pitched shrieking of the ringtone resonates throughout the entire room. He grabs the phone to turn-off the alarm and after a few lazy attempts, he finally jumps out of bed. As he dragged his feet along the hall, the welcoming aroma of sausages and noodles wafting through the air instantly woke up Hongjoong's spirit as he neared the starting point of the savory smell. "There goes our number one champ, how did dreamland do for you today?" A chirpy voice welcomes the disgruntled Hongjoong in the kitchen while his back was turned and focused on the pan. "Same shit, different day." He replied with distaste. Wooyoung then swiftly flips the sausages and serves them up in the counter with a smile, signaling Hongjoong to eat up.

"Are you sure you don't wanna join with me and San? Hiking can do a lot to ease your mind." "Thanks, but I don't think hiking's enough to really fix something so complex as to what I am experiencing; besides, I'll just be a third-wheel to you both anyways so why bother joining in?" A sarcastic grin and two middle fingers standing strongly were enough for Hongjoong to shut up and keep his distance away from Wooyoung exploding. Hongjoong grabs out of his pocket a mini film camera; or as something he would call an "invaluable value". He props his elbows on the counter to get an eye-level shot of Wooyoung eating across the table and with a swift press of a button, the shutter goes off.

"Still got nothing?" Wooyoung asks concerningly, Hongjoong shakes his head in disappointment. Wooyoung clicks his tongue as he saw his friend fiddle around the camera while leaving the deepest sigh in the room. "It doesn't make sense to me, I'm literally the only person in this room who you trust more than yourself. And yet not even a single, simple moment can be captured?" "I've been asking that same question for more than a year Wooyoung, you think that I would have the fucking answer by now?" Hongjoong grits his teeth in annoyance. "If I did then I wouldn't rely on this stupid device to help me remember my family members, let alone what relationship I have with them." Wooyoung softens his posture as he watches Hongjoong slowly submerge in his emotions. As he tries to calm him down, Hongjoong gets up firmly and storms towards his room.

A few hours after the breakfast incident, Hongjoong gets out of the shower and ready himself for today's errands. "Already gone out with San, coming home around 9ish. Food's there in the fridge, just heat em up in the oven. Sorry for what happened in the kitchen, will make it up to you when you get back :)" Hongjoong scoffs at his roommate's note pasted on his door. "I'm sorry too for lashing out, I'll make it up to you." Hongjoong said in his mind as he proceeded to get dressed and head on out. Camera slung over his neck and a plastered smile, he heads on out to the busy city to begin his daily hustle.

Blaring sounds of car honks and rampant voices with colorful tones greeted Hongjoong as he walked towards the main building of his office; the hell-hole as he would like to refer to it. As Hongjoong takes a gander in the freezing lobby waiting for the elevator to come, he takes a look-see outside the window to lessen his boredom. From then he saw an old-time couple on the sidewalk, sharing an ice-cream cone and giggling like they were in their glory days. Hongjoong took out his film camera to try and attempt if he could capture such a sweet moment but before he could even take the perfect shot, he was greeted by a body slam of a young woman who just got out of the elevator who was seemingly rushing. “Oh my God, I am so sorry sir.” The lady helped Hongjoong get up and dusted off his camera. Hongjoong was enraged by this woman’s carelessness, but before he could even open his mouth to give her a good lecture she had already vanished. As Hongjoong cursed her out in his brain, he frantically viewed his camera to check its condition and if the lady stole any of his SD’s cards--- like there’s even something in them.

But there was.

It wasn’t the merry old couple he wanted to take a shot of, no not at all. But it was the blurry, candid shot of his encounter with the woman. With streaks of blurred colors and motions that only the lens could make sense of the situation. Hongjoong was appalled, never in the course of his time would his camera pick up a distinct memory to help him remember; not even his own birthday. He zooms in even more to try and take a good look into this woman but no visible figure could be found.

“Who the fuck are you?”

#kim hongjoong #Ateez hongjoong #hongjoong x oc #ateez #ateez angst #ateez fanfic #ateez au

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mykilljoyhq · 8 months

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Infodump about my Killjoy Ocs written like my OCs pt.1

Gaz Guzzler-🤪

Aight, let’s get started, assholes

1. What is your full birth name and any nicknames you go by

What are you a cop? You don’t need to know all that. I’m Gaz Guzzler, friends call me Gaz(mainly DJ)

2. Who do you currently live with at the moment

The Batcave with Spellcaster and DJ. Oh and that kid we picked up in like..zone 2. Didn’t get their name, but I call them Red.

3. What is your gender identity and sexual orientation

Man I don’t know….nothing? I’m just Gaz the Killjoy. Never saw myself like a chick or a dude or something in between. As for sexual identity…I read in a book it might be something like…ommisexual…I don’t know. I like everyone but WOMEN MAN, THEY REALLY GET ME!

4. Describe yourself(features, clothes,etc)

Im like a tanish…color I think. Anyways, I have short pink hair and wild magenta eyebrows(that’s right motherfuckers I dyed my eyebrows👌) I have light blue eyes(almost looks white for some reason). There are freckles all over my nose and cheeks. I wear a pink jacket over a light magenta shirt with a blackstar on it(our gang sign). I got dyed dark magenta pants and two patches on the knees that represent DJ and Spellcaster…gotta make one for Red if he stays with us. I also got a duck earing.

5. What are some words or phrases that you use often?

Swears…so many fucking swears bitch.

6. What is your best memory?

One time me and DJ went to a zone rave and we had a bunch of fun. I remember we danced to the music like there was no one else there. Also one time, DJ showed me her favorite songs and we got high and listened to them. Yea most of my happy memories revolve around DJ.

7. What is your worst memory

Well, even though it’s where I got my name, that one time that Fun..uhh another Killjoy dared me to drink gas after I said I’d rather chug gas than be left alone with him. That was pretty sucky. Tasted like shit. Also the ummm…the botched job. Yea that was………..NEXT QUESTION!

8. Out of the people in your gang list them out of how much you like them.

Aight well, DJ’s definitely number one. She’s as sweet as soda. She keeps all of us from dying. But don’t mistake her sweetness for weakness.(looks around to see if DJ is there) Word is around the zones, one time someone tried to assault and rob DJ. They fought behind a shed.yea DJ gave one hell of a beating…legend has it…her words after she finished was “if you die, give my regards to Jimi Hendrix.” Yea…sometimes she scares me. Red…man I don’t know them that much but they seem pretty cool. Spellcaster is last. Bro is a total hothead and a complete Narcissist. But he’s our leader and sometimes he’s okay. Just don’t bring up….uhh “the four”

What four?

You know exactly which ones I’m talking about……THE four…especially the blond one. Yea unless you’re looking for a fight, don’t bring him up around Spellcaster.

…..Ok then next question

9. Any particular hobbies you enjoy

I do graffiti a lot. And I also sew shit together sometimes to make new shit. I’m also pretty good with cars.

Last question: is this a facade just to hide away from the fact that you are afraid of the future? Do you really blame the fab four for the death of REDACTED and the botched job or are you just projecting your own blame onto them to avoid facing your feelings? Do you act rude and inappropriate towards others because in reality you’re worried about being just as bad as “them”. What happened to your old gang before the Blackstars…who really are you REDACTED?

What is your favorite color?

I’m dressed head to toe in pink and magenta…I have pink hair…and i painted my blastah pink….it’s yellow.

Thank you for your time

See ya bitch-🤪

#oc info #killjoy ocs #gaz guzzler #the blackstars #killjoys

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tsukasageorge · 1 year

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8 10 12 14 16 18 artist ask

nico is carrying my entire inbox

1. what is your favorite color to work with?

pink and purple my beloved. red is cool too

2. who is your favorite character to draw?

(shoves mound of alluka drawings under the table) i do not have a favorite ahaha maybe aubrey because she has long hair 😊😊😊😊😊😊

3. what song(s) do you listen to when you do art?

a lot

4. how often do you draw?

at least every few days. it's pretty rare for me to go more than a week without drawing nowadays but i used to draw much less regularly and improved so much slower

5. digital or traditional?

digital! traditional is nice in small doses. i think im done with normal pencils i prefer either painting or like. charcoal as i recently discovered

6. tag your favorite artists/inspirations!

UH. UH. YOU DO I TAG YOUR ART BLOG OR MAIN. @shitbox-drawn my friend who's not on tumblr but she was my first art mutal ever i love her her names kyoki um. ngl i dont know anyone's name. tiucotheus (i dont wanna tag them i feel like id bother them) & yuumei art. hyperpop type art has been a pretty big inspiration for me recently i love colors

7. do you prefer sketching, outlining, or coloring?

sketching <3 lineart is to me what coloring is to normal people. it's relaxing sometimes but i need 1 million stabilzer. you already know how i feel about coloring

8. show us at least 2-3 drawings from 1-2 years ago.

this is the iconic sibling moment i was talking about. its roughly a year old now, and looks pretty stiff, but it was like. kinda insanely good for my skill at the time. pretty big point in my art history

here's one from 2021, its one of the oldest drawings i have on my computer. gilda was supposed to be there but i couldnt draw her so i gave up

9. what drawing program do you use? (if the artist does digital art)

clip studio paint my beloved

10. are you right or left handed?

right

11. warm or cool colors?

why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other..... personally i like ourple

12. draw one of your favorite characters in 15 seconds.

unlluka

14. what was something that you used to draw a lot that you don’t draw as much anymore?

um. bows i guess? butterfly wings, i really liked drawing those for a bit (i drew like 2 ever)

15. when was the last time you did art?

1 minutes ago if u count unlluka. i did draw earlier today though

16. what kind of tablet do you use? v v

the wacom one its like. flat. no screen

17. (alternative for traditional art ) ^ ^ do you work with pencils or pens more often?

pencils my beloved

18. how long have you been drawing/ when did you officially “declare” yourself as an artist?

i considered myself an artist when i actually drew something and didn't just shade a picture. i've been drawing for probably like... 4 years now??? that's insane i swear it was 3 yesterday

19. do you like drawing short hair or longer hair more?

LONG HAIR ESPECIALLY THE KIND THAT IS SLIGHTLY WAVY

20. how often do you get art block?

not in my art block era but if i dont have an idea then yeah

21. draw one of your original characters.

not gonna lie i actually dont really like my ocs but anyways this one is nyx they're chaotic silly. remember that royal who randomly disappeared 3 years ago yeah thats them they were hanging out w some dragons this whol time

22. do you use a mac or pc to do (digital) art?

23. draw your fav as a vampire

i will do this as not an ask bc i want to put actual effort into it

24. how many followers do you have? (on your art blog)

like 23 iirc but lets say 24 so it matches with the question number

25. where in your house do you usually do art?

exclusively on my bed but i drew nyx on nicos bed

26. draw urself! (it doesn’t have to be detailed)

same as 23 ive been meaning to make a meet the artist for a while

#asks <3 #long post

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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RED | JJK (2/3)

Summary: You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: FLUFF, smut, angst:(( pregnancy au

Word Count: 10k (twc:44k)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of oral (fem and male rec.), mention of drunk sex, tatted!Jk, pierced!Jk, pregnant oc, self conscious oc, oral (fem rec.) vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, pregnancy sex, slow sex, lots of kissing, character death, loss, mentions of blood.

Notes: Here’s a little something:) pls don’t hate me lol.

Previous --- Next

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Week 14

Thankfully, the queasiness has subsided, you finally feel like a functioning human being again. You are getting ready for work when you realize your pants barely fit, they won’t fucking button. You’re definitely showing now. This means people are going to know for sure you are pregnant, and you guess you have to have no shame.

Jungkook 7:42am

Hello you are officially in your second trimester:)))

Jungkook 7:44am

Our baby can squint her little eyes now…she can also frown. Not saying I want her to frown because I don’t want my baby to be sad but imagine? How cute? She would be? With a little? Frown on her face?

Jungkook 7:45am

She’s also the size of a lemon:)

You can’t help but giggle at Jungkook’s texts. You have to admit, he has been very great the last few weeks. He’s always attentive, always communicating and even said no to a night of partying with your friends to stay in with you since you were feeling tired. But your friends miss you and you promised tonight you guys could all chill at your apartment.

Jungkook 7:50am

Also tonight, I am making lemon squares to celebrate our baby being the size of a lemon.

y/n 7:50am

Ew, pls don’t do that.

Jungkook 7:52am

Listen I don’t like it either but we must. For her.

You laugh as you walk out to your car, your phone in your hands as you read his message. Jungkook’s cute. Really cute. His messages always make you heart flutter, and your hands pool with sweat. But you have to remember his kindness isn’t because he has like, feelings for you but because you are quite literally carrying his baby.

You wonder if he is still seeing Liza…you aren’t sure what they are but he says it’s nothing serious. You guess you’ll have to believe him. It makes sense though, doesn’t it? He wouldn’t do serious with you either.

Work goes by slowly, probably because you are so excited for tonight. All 7 boys will be in your apartment and you cannot wait.

“Hi baby, hi baby, hi baby.” Taehyung coos at your stomach, his hands wrapped around you.

“Okay, we get it.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, tugging Taehyung off of you.

“What?” Taehyung whines. “I’m just so excited. I bet you talk to her all the time, the baby, not y/n.”

“I…” In truth, Jungkook does not talk to your stomach, he finds it…kind of…embarrassing.

“Okay, no more touching or talking to my stomach.”

“Unless you’re me.” Jungkook raises his hand. “Right?” he looks over at you with doe eyes.

“Fine,” You roll your eyes with a smirk, “No more touching or talking to my stomach unless you’re..” you gesture towards Jungkook as he stands here proudly.

“You two sure haven’t gotten close.” Yoongi says quietly, sipping a whiskey water. You sit down next to him on the sofa and you bump shoulders with him.

“He may be my baby’s daddy, but you’ll always be my number one.” You half joke. You miss the way Yoongi’s cheeks turn rosy.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He bumps your shoulder back. “Have you guys decided on names?”

“We haven’t even discussed it.” You say honestly. “I think that can wait a little longer.”

“I know you guys are coparenting and stuff…but I’m still here for you.”

“I know, Yoongs.” You smile, “I feel very supported. Everything has been running so smoothly.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?” Yoongi all but whispers.

“What do you mean?”

“That everything is so perfect that something is going to happen.”

“W-Why would you say that!!” you punch his arm and he chuckles.

“I’m just messing with you.” He lies. “Everything is going to be perfect.”

You and Yoongi continue to chat on the sofa, Jungkook is chatting with Namjoon about parenting tips. Namjoon isn’t even a dad? Jin, Jimin, Taehyung and Hobi all play a video game, sitting criss crossed apple sauce on your living room floor.

You notice Jungkook’s eyes falling on you throughout the night, the same way he used to when you two were in the same place before he got you pregnant. It feels all too familiar. You rise from the couch and head towards your small kitchen, you reach for a glass and pour yourself some cold water. Not even 30 seconds pass before Jungkook is walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.

“How you feeling? Tired yet? I can tell everyone to go home…and we can watch a movie or something.”

“If I’m kicking them out you’re going with them.” You laugh, “And no, I feel fine.”

“So, what have you and Yoongi been talking about?” his eyes slide to the side, “You guys have really kept to yourselves all night.”

“Just chatting.” You say nonchalantly. “Why?”

“I just know the other boys want to spend time with you too, seems like Yoongi is kind of hogging you.” He bites his lips nervously.

“Hogging me? I am talking to the others as well! But you guys are playing games and I don’t really feel like it, and Yoongi doesn’t either so.”

“I wasn’t trying to say…ugh…” Jungkook continues to chew on his lips, “It’s fine.”

“Of course it’s fine?” you walk closer to him, you can smell his detergent.

Jungkook runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he finds the words to say to you.

“What’s going on Jungkook?” you inch closer and closer, “I know you’ve been watching me a lot tonight. Are you worried about the baby?” you ask, looking up into his dark eyes.

“It’s…” he tries to talk but his words get lost on his tongue…you reach for his hand and place it over your belly.

“See? She’s here. She’s alright.” You rub his hand over your clothed stomach and he slowly closes his eyes.

“Do you think she can feel me?” he whispers.

“Well, I don’t know about that.” You giggle. “but maybe she can hear you. Do you want to try talking to her?”

“No…” he says quietly. “That’s okay.”

“Come on, Jungkook. She wants to hear her daddy.”

Jungkook can’t help the deep blush that arrives on his face, he gulps as he nods his head. He's turned so red and you love it. He bends down until he’s face to face with your stomach and breathes in and out a few times trying to collect himself.

“Hi princess.” He decides to say. “It’s me. Ummm, your papa.” He keeps rubbing your stomach in soothing circles. “Mama is here too…well duh, but uh…I hope you look like her.” He looks up at you and smiles, you scoff playfully.

“She’s so pretty and I know you will be pretty just like her.” He says softly, “I promise I will love you so much…and take care of you and mama.” His eyes go back down to your stomach. “I’m going to be the best dad in the world. I promise you.” Then surprising you, he leans forward and kisses your stomach.

“Oh.” You hear Jimin’s voice interrupt this sweet moment, “you guys are doing cute shit. I will come back later.”

“No, no, no.” Jungkook is quick to stand straight again and turn a million shades of red. “We were just…we’re done.”

You chuckle as you step away from him and you gesture for Jimin to come into the kitchen.

“Beer?” you ask, already looking in your fridge for one for your friend.

“Please.” Jimin stands here awkwardly, “You guys really are cute.” He winks towards Jungkook and Jungkook turns even redder.

Week 15

You stand here in the mirror as you moisturize your stomach, you are trying your best to avoid stretch marks but you know they are natural and almost inevitable. Your phone starts buzzing and you already know who is texting you.

You would be dumb if you couldn’t admit that you are Jungkook are growing closer and closer thanks to your growing baby. But you won’t let yourself grow too hopeful.

Jungkook 9:18pm

Hows my little apple doing? The baby, not you. She’s the size of an apple, can you believe it!:)

Jungkook 9:20pm

She is forming…taste buds! How cool is that, so make sure you eat lots of foods she likes ;)

y/n 9:30pm

I’m going to be up for a while…horrible heartburn. Your little apple is killing me!

Jungkook 9:31pm

Should I come keep you company?

y/n 9:31pm

hmm texting me is enough.

Jungkook 9:32pm

But what If I want to keep you company..

y/n 9:33pm

I look ugly right now lol.

Jungkook 9:34pm

I refuse to believe that. You are the most beautiful girl.

Jungkook 9:34pm

Or woman? Should I call you a woman? You are carrying a child.

y/n 9:35pm

You can call me whatever you want

Jungkook 9:35pm

Oh?;)

y/n 9:36pm

I take that back you ruin everything

Jungkook 9:37pm

:( hey don’t be mean…so lemme come over.

y/n 9:45pm

fine

You rush to apply a little make up and change into some fresh PJ’s. Why are you trying so hard? You don’t know, he’s your ex, and also your baby daddy. You want to at least look presentable.

You sit and wait on your couch until finally there is knocking on your front door.

“Hi.” You say as you swing the door open, “Wait, what’s that?” you point at a bag he is holding. He lifts it up and jingles it around.

“Ice cream.”

“Ice cream?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you eat a lot of ice cream lately, figured it was one of your cravings.” He shrugs. But you’re confused, you have not eaten ice cream lately and then it hits you.

“That’s gravy.” You say with a straight face. “I have been eating straight up white gravy.”

“W-What…” Jungkook walks through the front door, “Please tell me you are kidding. And that you aren’t feeding our baby gravy. Plain fucking gravy.”

“I wish I could lie to you, Jungkook.” You smile, “but you know I am as honest as they come.”

“You are so…” he shows you a disturbed expression, “…disgusting.”

“I can’t help what I want.” You pout, “Don’t judge me, I am also overly emotional so you will probably hurt my feelings quite easily.”

“Okay, well no hurting your feelings.” Jungkook sets the bag on your kitchen counter, “But you’ll still eat ice cream right?”

“Oh hell to the yeah.” You reach for a tub and head towards the drawers for a spoon. “I will eat anything at this point.”

“That’s good to hear.” He grins at you, “Want to watch a movie?”

“Yes.” You start heading towards your couch, plopping down on one end. Jungkook follows you and sits down on the other end.

“Actually…” Jungkook begins to speak up but he loses his words somewhere along the way.

“Actually what?”

“Can I sit….ah, nothing.”

“Jungkook just tell me.” You open the lid on the ice cream and start digging in.

“Maybe sometime during the movie I can….” He scoots a little closer to you, “I can…” his eyes slide to the side.

“Words, Jungkook.” You say as you eye him over, he looks nervous. But why?

“Maybe I can rub your belly.”

Your eyes widen at his words and you feel your heart start beating a little faster.

“I want to touch you.” He finally says in one breath.

“Me?” you point at yourself. “You want to feel my baby bump?”

“That’s what I mean, yes.” He clears his throat. “I want to feel closer to her.”

“Ah, I see.” Your heart continues thumping wildly in your chest, “Sure, come here.” You set the ice cream down and lean back on the couch.

“You can get comfortable…you can lay on me.” Jungkook offers you his lap.

“You sure?” you ask as you are already laying your head down on his thighs, you put your feet up and turn your head to look up at him. “This is okay?”

Jungkook swallows down his nerves as he nods his head yes. His right hand reaches for your stomach, he starts rubbing soothing circles. And his other hand plays with your hair.

“This is nice.” You breathe out, “Relaxing.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook agrees, “It feels nice feeling this close to you.” Then he is widening his eyes, “You know, the baby.”

“Both are nice.” You say, your eyes still closed. “Here, lift my shirt.” You begin lifting your shirt up and exposing your swollen belly to Jungkook. He exhales a deep breath and smiles at the sight.

“You can feel her better this way. She should be kicking soon.”

“How soon?”

“Any day now.”

“Then I need to spend every day with you because I am not missing my baby’s first kicks.” He half jokes, but you know he is half serious.

“Fine by me.” You admit softly, “If you want.”

Week 16

Jungkook has spent the last week with you, barely going to his own place purely because he wants to be with you when the baby kicks. But he hates that it might happen while you two are at work.

Jungkook 3:58pm

Hows my little avocado? Kicking yet? I swear I will leave work just to feel.

y/n 4:32pm

I will let you know Jungkook.

Jungkook 4:40pm

Maybe her dad needs to talk to her, get her to kick.

y/n 4:52pm

oh? I’ll be home in 30, you can talk to our stubborn lil avocado then:)

Jungkook 5:42pm

Be at your place in 5

You have changed out of your work clothes and begin drawing yourself a bubble bath, Jungkook can just let himself in. You send him a text letting him know to just walk through the front door when he gets here. You dip inside the tub, covering yourself with a million bubbles and soak in the warm water.

You hear Jungkook announce his arrival, the front door opening and closing quickly. You’re really hoping he brought food with him because you are starved. You continue to soak in your tub when you feel it. You feel like something is squirming inside you. Honestly, kind of freaks you out but then you see it. The kicking of your child.

“Jungkook!!!! Jungkook!!! Come here!” you yell for him over and over and he is quick to burst through your bathroom door, worry draped over his features.

“What?! Are you okay?! Did something happen???” he comes to you, his hands cupping your face gently but then he’s confused when he sees you smiling.

“Hurry! Hurry!” You take his hand and guide it towards your bubbly stomach, “She’s kicking!”

At this Jungkook lights up, his eyes traveling down to your belly, he cups you in his large hand and starts rubbing your belly softly.

“Come on princess, kick for papa.” He whispers. “Come on…” he waits with excited eyes. You look fondly at the scene in front of you, you go to cup his hand with your own and start talking to your daughter as well.

“Kick for mommy and daddy.” You say, “Come on my love.”

“Yeah, come on.” Jungkook smile begins to fade. “She must be being stubborn again, she obviously gets that from you.” He teases but you can tell he is actually sad.

“Just keep talking to her.” You urge, “She will kick, you will feel it I promise.” You squeeze his hand.

“Okay…” Jungkook looks back down at your bubbly tummy, he wipes some of the bubbles away and traces his fingers over your skin.

“Want to hear a funny story about your mom?” he talks to your stomach, “When we had our first anniversary, she totally and completely forgot!” he laughs, “I thought she was so mean for that, that she didn’t take our relationship seriously.”

You grow warm at the memory.

“She remembered when I brought out a cake at the restaurant that had a 1 on it. But even then she looked at me like what the heck is going on?” he starts chuckling harder. “I was honestly so hurt. But then she definitely made up for it that night.” He looks up at you and winks.

“Hey! That’s inappropriate!” you laugh.

“But I was so, so in love with her I didn’t even care that she forgot.” He says quietly, “I still—”

“She’s kicking!!!” you scream, “Do you feel it?!”

“Oh my god!” Jungkook jumps up excitedly, his hands never leaving your stomach. His entire face lights up and he looks so genuinely happy. That it melts your heart. He has been waiting and waiting for this moment and it’s finally here.

“Do you feel that?” he asks you, his voice high pitched and excited. “She’s really kicking!”

“That’s our little avocado.” You smile for him and he feels absolutely smitten by your smile.

Week 17

You read you are supposed to avoid sleeping on your back, but it’s so, so hard. You keep tossing and turning from side to side but you really want to sleep on your back.

You have plans with Yoongi in the morning so you really need to get some sleep but you’re so uncomfortable.

The morning comes by way faster than you wanted, you got almost no sleep. You get up though and get ready for the day, deciding on a nice, flowy dress that shows off your pregnant tummy. You drive to the café you’re meeting Yoongi at and wait inside for him, lucky for you he doesn’t make you wait long.

“Hi.” He says sliding in the booth across from you. “You’re looking more and more pregnant every time I see you.”

“Well, that’s how it works.” You deadpan.

“How is the pregnancy going? Smoothly?”

“She’s the size of a turnip…or so Jungkook says.” You laugh, “I don’t really look it up, I just believe him.”

“Jungkook…” Yoongi whispers out, “Do you think you guys are getting back together?”

“I…” you set your menu down and look Yoongi in the eyes, “The Jungkook I have gotten to know during all this is a Jungkook I don’t mind being with. But it really isn’t up to me, now is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s the one who doesn’t want to be with me.” You state plainly, “It’s really that simple. I’ve come to accept it, you know? We’re just going to be coparents.”

“And you’ll be satisfied with that?” Yoongi quirks a brow at you and you scoff.

“Obviously not.” You laugh, “A part of me…feels sad every time we are together. But like I said, I’ve accepted it.”

“Maybe you should move on?” Yoongi waves over the server, “Someone new?”

“Who’s going to want a pregnant chick? A single mom?”

Yoongi frowns because he…

“I don’t know.” He answers, then the server is coming to your table. “Coffee. Black.” He tells her and you just order a water and a fruit tart.

“I’m happy right now, just focusing on my daughter.”

“I’m going to laugh if it’s a boy.”

“It’ll be a girl, Jungkook has mother’s intuition.” You say with a straight face and Yoongi chuckles.

“When do you find out?”

“Next week.” You say excitedly. “Me and Jungkook will think of names after.”

“I hope you're happy y/n. And that only good things come from this.” He says with a smile. “You know I love you?”

“Of course, Yoongs.”

~~~~~

Week 18

Your appointment where you find out the sex of the baby is today. You can’t hide your excitement or your jitters. Jungkook is supposed to come pick you up…10 minutes ago. But you know he is on the way. Your phone starts buzzing with a string of texts, it’s Jungkook letting you know his is here.

You make your way down and he’s waiting for you outside his car.

“Ready?” he says with a grin.

“Why are you late?” you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you. “With Liza?”

Jungkook pulls his brows together in confusion.

“Liza? y/n I ended things with Liza a while ago.” He admits, “I just want to focus on you.” Then he clears his throat, “And the baby.”

“Oh?” you ask, but you can’t help the growing smile. “Well, let’s go find out what we already know, shall we?”

“It’s a ….” Kathy has your tummy gelled up and about to tell you the sex of your baby.

Jungkook stands at your side, his hand in yours as you both squeeze them in anticipation.

“A girl!”

“I knew it!” Jungkook jumps up and down, “Mother’s intuition is my bitch!!”

You can’t help the laughter that erupts from your swollen body, you go to squeeze Jungkook’s hand again.

“Everything else look good? Nice and healthy?”

“Nice and healthy.” Kathy repeats, “Healthy baby girl. Why don’t I go print out these pictures for you two?” You and Jungkook nod your heads frantically.

“Can you believe it?”

“Yes, actually.” You say, “I never doubted you.”

“Awh thanks.” He pats your head with his free hand. “This is amazing. Let’s talk names tonight?”

“Already making plans with me?”

“Always.” He grins, “You know I like spending time with you.”

“Okay!” Kathy comes back in, “Here’s for you.” She hands you some photos, “And for you.” She hands Jungkook his own. “Lou misses you y/n. He’s talked about having dinner…maybe you and Jungkook can come by the ho—”

“Uh, yeah. I can.” You look at her awkwardly, “Jungkook obviously doesn’t need to come.”

“Is it because you don’t want me to?” he asks, his expression gone serious. “I mean, I would love to go. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Uncle Lou. Although he probably isn’t happy with me.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.

“Somehow he is more excited than anything.” You say. “But if you want to go…maybe dinner tonight? I can call him and ask.”

“Oh!” Kathy lights up, “That’s a wonderful idea! I’ll call him right now.” Then she is taking out her phone and dialing for said man. You and Jungkook gaze at one another, your eyes lingering on his.

“What?” you crack a small smile.

“What?” Jungkook reaches for your hand again, “I can’t look at you?” He squeezes your hand in his, “I really hope she looks like you.” He whispers.

“Why? So you can have a reminder of me every time you look at her?” you joke but Jungkook nods his head and smiles sheepishly.

“Yes.” He responds honestly.

Kathy hangs up the phone and walks toward you two, making you both turn your heads towards her.

“Lou says he can do dinner tonight.”

It’s a 45 minutes car ride to Uncle Lou’s place, he lives in the countryside, says he hates the city folk. Classic Uncle Lou.

“Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?” Jungkook turns his head to face you as you two are at a stop light. “He probably wants to kick my ass?”

“Nah, he was excited it’s you.”

“Excited?”

“Yeah, in his mind we are totally going to get back together.” You roll your eyes with a timid smile and Jungkook nods his head slowly.

“He blames me for the breakup,” you tell him, “Says I pushed you, didn’t give you much of a choice. That you’re young and needed more time.” You look out the window.

“Oh.”

“Is he right?” you turn to face Jungkook. “Yoongi also blames me apparently.”

“The only two who have opinions that matter are me and you. And I don’t blame you.” Jungkook grips the steering wheel a little tighter, “Yes, you did push me into it.” He admits under his breath, “But I am at fault too. I was a coward.”

“How were you a coward?”

“I should have told you I loved you and would make it work, that no matter what I can be on the same page as you.”

“But that would have been a lie.” You frown. “You would have just said that to make me happy.”

“Maybe, yeah.” He admits softly, “But at least I would still be with you.”

“Is that….” You pause, biting your lips as you think of what to say. “You want to be with me?”

“y/n…We’re pulling up to Uncle Lou’s maybe we can finish this conversation tomorrow or something.” Jungkook mumbles.

“Sure.”

You two pull up to Lou’s place and find a parking spot in front of his house. It’s big, got red and orange bricks and you know it will smell like vanilla. Jungkook helps you out of the car and you both walk to the front door, you knock a few times but let yourself in.

“We’re here!” you announce your arrival when the short, mustached man comes bulldozing through. His face absolutely lights up when he spots you, he eyes your stomach and laughs.

“Your belly is about as big as mine!”

“Yes, yes. Ha-ha.” You hug him quickly, pulling away so he can take a look at you, a proper look.

“You look beautiful, you look like a superstar.”

“Hi Uncle Lou.” Jungkook awkwardly waves, “Nice to see you again.”

“Ah, Jungkook. Come here you rascal.” Uncle Lou puts Jungkook into a headlock while Jungkook giggles like a school child. “You’re the one who did this to my y/n?” Lou asks playfully.

“Guilty.” Jungkook continues giggling, “But you are right, she looks beautiful.”

Lou let’s go of Jungkook and hugs him properly, “She is, isn’t she?”

“Guys stop.” You say, suddenly feeling super embarrassed. “I’m right here.”

“So it’s official huh? You’re having a girl.” Uncle Lou ushers you to come into the living room and take a seat. “Thought of any names?”

“That’s next on our list of things to do.” You say shyly, “We probably will discuss on the ride home or tomorrow.”

“Ride home? Don’t be silly. You two will be sleeping here tonight.” Lou motions towards his spare room, “I doubt you two mind sharing a room.”

“Lou.” You say sternly, seeing right through his agenda. “We can drive home tonight just fine.”

“Ah, we will see, we will see.”

“I don’t mind staying, or sharing a room. We can talk baby names all night.” Jungkook looks at you with his big, doe eyes and you feel yourself give into him.

“Maybe.” You decide to say. “When’s Kathy getting here?”

“Should be here any moment now.” Lou turns around to look out the window, “Don’t worry, we won’t start dinner without her.”

“Does she still come for dinner every week?” you ask.

“Of course.”

“Uncle…when will you two just—”

“Don’t start that. I’m old, I’ve had my time and fair share of love. It’s you kids I’m worried about.” He points at you and Jungkook and he grows red.

“Lou.”

“Oh alright, alright.” He chuckles, “Kathy and I…maybe our time will come.”

“It could if you just made it happen.” You groan, “She won’t know how you really feel unless you tell her, or ask her out or I don’t know, something.”

“Is it that easy though?” You hear Jungkook whisper. “Just ‘ask her out’ is it that easy?”

“It should be.” You decide to say.

“But what if she doesn’t feel the same anymore?” Jungkook looks up at you. “What if too much time has passed between them and he missed his opportunity?”

“It’s Lou and Kathy.” You deadpan. “Too much time has passed but the feelings are there and anyone can see it.”

“Yeah, Jungkook.” Lou looks at him with soft eyes, “anyone can see it.”

“Anyway,” you look over at Lou, “What on the menu for tonight?”

“We really don’t have to stay here, if you’re too tired to drive, I can drive.” You offer weakly, your tired body tattle telling on you.

“Let’s sleep here. I was serious about talking about baby names all night. Even though I’m pretty set on the one I want.” He grins.

“You’ve already thought about a name?”

“Yeah. Since you got pregnant.” He admits sheepishly. “I haven’t said anything though but I finally want to run it by you.

“Since-Since I got pregnant?!” you close the door behind you two as you walk into the spare room. “And you kept it to yourself?”

“I wanted to wait for the right moment.” He pouts. “And I finally found it.”

“Okay what is it?”

“Wait until we are in bed.” He says. “Which side do you want?”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor?” you peel back the covers on the left side, “Like a gentlemen?”

“Oh.” Jungkook frowns, “I can if you want.”

“I’m only kidding. It’s just sharing a bed.” You shrug.

You slip underneath the covers and pull them up to your nose, they smell like vanilla like the rest of the house.

“Turn off the light when you can.” You tell Jungkook. He nods his head but first he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and begins lifting upwards.

“Woah, woah, woah.” You find a breath, “What are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable?” He tilts his head then he smirks, “Why? Does it remind you of the past?”

“Maybe.” You gulp. “I haven’t seen a naked man in a while.” You admit shyly and Jungkook snorts.

“What the hell y/n. I’m not getting naked. Just shirtless.”

“K. Been a while for that too.”

Jungkook laughs as he continues taking his shirt off, he throws it on the chair in the corner of the room.

“Not so bad right?”

“How did you get hotter?” you groan. “You got even more fit and here I am looking like a beached whale.”

Jungkook switches the light off before he’s getting into bed, he slides underneath the covers and scoots closer to the middle of the bed, closer to you.

“I happen to think you look very sexy.” He whispers to you, “Very beautiful.”

“You better think that, you’re the one who did this to me!” you whisper shout and he chuckles.

“I did do this to you.” His hand goes to your swollen belly, “I put a baby in you.” He says lowly, his voice gone down an octave.

“Yeah, you did.” Your hand goes to cup his, “So tell me. What’s the name?”

“Nari.” He says, rubbing your tummy. “It means lily. Which are the first flowers I ever bought you.”

“Ah.” You lightly squeeze his hand. “I love it.”

“Really?” he asks, his tone excited. “You’re not just saying that?”

“Our little Nari, she upgraded from random food to Nari.” You giggle and Jungkook joins you.

“We’re going to be the best parents ever.” Jungkook states confidently, “She has two parents that love her so much.”

“More than anything.” You look down at your stomach, Jungkook’s hands touching you.

“You know she’s the size of bell pepper?” Jungkook asks, “She’s growing so much.”

“Jungkook…” your hands go to his hands, you pull them away from your body and he looks confused.

“Yes?”

“It’s my fault isn’t it?” you ask, your breaths becoming a little unsteady. “The break up.”

“What’s best for you obviously isn’t me.” Jungkook hangs his head low, “You want someone who can offer marriage and kids. And that’s what you want.”

“Yes.” You reply quickly. But then your eyes are wetting with tears as you reach out for him. “But I want that person to be you.” You cry out.

“But that person isn’t me!” he grits. “So yes. Let’s breakup.” He says softly now, “You deserve everything you want y/n. And I’m sorry that person can’t be me.”

“Wait, wait.” You sob, “hold on, just hold on.” You clutch onto his shirt but he rips your hand away.

“Sorry y/n. But I can’t do this…not anymore.”

You start getting teary eyed thinking of the past, Jungkook senses your mood shift and his hands go to cup your face.

“I was a coward y/n. I didn’t break up with you because I didn’t love you. I thought I broke up with you because I did love you.”

“I pushed you into it.” You begin to quietly cry, “If I would have just shut up.”

“Baby don’t think that way.” He scoots closer to you, “It’s in the past now, our present is much better don’t you think?”

“What being friends with you? Coparenting?” you sniffle, “It’s nice but—”

“No.” his hand slides down your arm, “Too much time has passed but the feelings are there aren’t they?” he repeats the words from earlier, “y/n I never stopped…I never stopped lov—ugh.” He takes a deep breath again, “I never stopped loving you.” He squeezes his eyes shut, “The breakup was hard on me too. I coped differently than you, I partied a lot, slept around, so on and so forth.” He admits between bated breaths, “But you are the only thing I have thought about…until you told me you are pregnant. Now I think of you and her.”

You know you feel shocked and confused. You know you want to ask him a million things…like why is he only now telling you this but instead you lay here wide eyed, staring at his face in the dark and wondering why the fuck you aren’t kissing him.

“Jungkook.”

“Hm?” he opens his eyes to look at you, “What is it?”

“You’re still attracted to me…even like this?” you gesture towards your swollen body. Jungkook chuckles darkly, his eyes finding yours as his hand slides back up your arm to cup your jaw.

“I said you’re sexy.” He breathes out roughly, “Most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Then why aren’t you kissing—”

His lips push against yours, the feeling is so soft, so tender. He stays on your lips for several seconds before he leans back away from you and brushes his thumb over your jaw.

“You know how long I have been wanting to do that?” Jungkook breathes against your lips, “You know how long I’ve wanted you again?”

“Jungkook…” your fingers spread across his broad chest, “I miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

“Even still, I miss you.” You lean forward until your lips are on his again, you peck his lips several times. “I was so sad without you…” you admit, leaning away from him.

“I was sad too baby. Sorry I was so immature half the times we met.” He awkwardly laughs, “And made you mad so many times.”

“You think you were only immature half the time?” you tease, “Why did you make me so mad all the time?”

“I don’t know…felt a little fun…to rile you up.” He chuckles, “Sorry, sorry.”

“I’m sorry for everything, Jungkook.” You say more seriously, “I was wrong…I should have just let things be. We were so happy. And I ruined it by bringing up things we didn’t even need to worry about.”

“No, no. I think that conversation was going to happen soon enough anyway. It’s normal for couples to think of that stuff…I just wasn’t there yet. I wasn’t ready.”

“And now you’re forced to be ready. I’m so sorry.” You get choked up but Jungkook leans into you and kisses your lips.

“No…don’t think of it that way.” He tells you, “Yes, I would have liked to do this more traditionally and you know, a little further into the future but I couldn’t be happier.”

“You couldn’t be happier?” you ask in disbelief, “Jungkook we’re exes who drunkenly had sex and you got me pregnant.”

“And I couldn’t be happier.” He beams at you, “Aren’t you in love with her? With baby Nari? I know I am.” He says.

“O-Of course, I am. But—”

“No buts.” His hands find your waist, “Everything happens for a reason.” He tries explaining, “We were just meant to live this life, I guess.”

“What does this mean for us though? I mean,” you take a deep breath. “You just told me you still love me. What do I do with that information?”

“Oh.” Jungkook frowns. “I was hoping you would feel the same way.”

“I do.” You sigh out, “But—”

“No buts.” Jungkook rubs your waist with his thumb. “But I don’t want to just ‘get back together’” he tells you, “I want to start new. From the beginning.”

“What do you mean?”

“First I want to take you on a date. How does that sound?”

~~~~

Week 20

You and Jungkook spend almost every day together…ever since the trip to Lou’s you two have become even more inseparable. It’s been two weeks and he has taken you on several dates, dates that end in making out on the living couch at yours or his place. You have never felt happier.

“Our little Nari is a banana.”

“What?”

“She,” Jungkook points to your round belly, “is the size of a banana.” He leans over until his face is just an inch away from your stomach. “You’re growing so much princess.” He coos.

“Oh.” You laugh, “Yeah, she’s making me feel huge. Can you believe I’m 5 months?”

“You’re more than half way there babe. I can’t wait! Ugh, can she just come out already. I want to see her.” Jungkook pouts, “Want to hold her.”

“You can hold me in the meantime.” You scoot closer to Jungkook. You two are laying in his bed, just relaxing, chatting away. “I feel a bit uncomfortable…” you admit softly, “But I think I’m ready…”

“Ready?” Jungkook asks with wide eyes. “Oh…if you aren’t comfort—”

“It’s not that. I’m just a bit self-conscious.” You cut in, “But I’m so, so ….”

“So what?” Jungkook raises a brow with a smirk, “So horny? I read about it. Also read that sex while pregnant feels amazing.”

Trail of fire spreads across your skin at Jungkook’s words, you hate it but you nod your head.

“Yes.” You agree with him, “I get so ….excited just kissing you.”

“You can say wet, baby.” Jungkook moves his body closer to yours, his hands finding your waist. “I get excited too. I know you feel how hard I get.”

“Yeah. Feeling you…makes me even more excited.”

“I’m ready whenever you are, but I want you to feel comfortable babe. I know me telling you that you have nothing to feel self-conscious over won’t help but you really are beautiful.”

“It helps a little.” You breathe out lightly, “You’ve always been good at making me feel wanted.”

“Because I always want you.” Jungkook leans in to kiss your neck, “But I can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait.” You blurt out, “I’m going crazy.”

“Wait, even right now?”

“That kiss on my neck went straight to my vagina.” You say with a straight face and Jungkook starts laughing.

“How about we start with just making you feel good?”

“How so?”

“Let me go down on you.” Jungkook offers with a sweet smile, “I haven’t in months and it’s killing me. I miss tasting you.”

“I don’t know…” you begin to feel self-conscious again, “Are you sure?”

“More than sure.” He leans in to kiss your pouty lips, “Once I start making you come I don’t know if I can stop though.” He warns softly. “I want to make you feel good.”

You sigh out, your breaths are sharper than you intend. Jungkook has such an effect on you, it makes you dizzy.

“Jungkook…” your hands find his and you guide him over you, “I really want you.”

Jungkook places himself between your parted legs, he looks at you with eyes that long for you. His hands reach for the waist band of your leggings and he starts dragging them off you, sliding them off leg by leg, your panties coming down with them.

His fingers glide up and down your smooth legs and then he begins massaging your calves. He lays down between your legs and places them over his shoulders, you whine when you lift them but they settle nicely down his back.

“This okay?” he asks, his eyes on yours. “Are you comfortable?”

“It’s good.” You exhale deeply. “It’s good.”

Jungkook starts kissing the inside of your legs, he takes his time as he places his soft kisses on your skin. He scoots closer and closer to your center, where you are thrilled and aching.

“Jungkook.” You moan, “Please don’t tease me.”

“Okay gorgeous.” He listens to you, nodding his head as he licks his lips. “Going to taste you now.”

He dips his head between your legs, his tongue starting a slow lick up to your clit, you immediately tense your body at the feeling. You grip the sheets beneath you, your hands balled up. Jungkook’s tongue stays on your clit and he starts to flick his tongue over it nice and slow. You grip the sheets harder, your toes curling.

“Jungkook.” You moan again, this time as you exhaled one deep, long breath. “Fuck.”

Jungkook starts flicking his tongue faster, your bundle of nerves getting assaulted by his offensive tongue. You begin moaning more consistently, some low, some higher pitched. Jungkook holds on to your thighs as you begin crushing his head with them, his tongue lapping you up deliciously. His tongue does not quit, he licks you up, wraps his pretty lips around your swollen clit and sucks on it.

“F-Fingers.” You pant. “Please.”

Jungkook does not disappoint, not as you feel two of his fingers teasing your hole. Then as he licks you up faster and faster, you feel his fingers slide into you. He starts to pump them quickly, matching his pace on your clit and you cry out in pleasure. His fingers go deep, so deep, your fingers are no competition for his.

Your whole body is tense, feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking lose. Your hands finally leave the sheets and make their way into Jungkook’s dark hair. You tug and pull and listen to him groan into your pussy. You roll your eyes to the back of your head when he starts sucking on your clit again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cry out, “I’m so close.”

Jungkook feels motivated to fuck you even harder with his fingers, they push In and out of you quickly as he continues to flick his tongue over your clit. You get hit with a sudden wave of warmth, with a sudden wave of electricity. You can’t control yourself as your orgasm washes over you, your body tense and tingling. You squeeze Jungkook’s head between your thighs as you ride out your high, moving your hips against his wet mouth.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” You yell out, your moans filling the room.

Jungkook lifts himself from your pussy, lowering your legs carefully and looking up at you with doe eyes.

“How was it?” he asks, looking for praise.

“You did amazing baby,” you lean back on the pillow, “So amazing.”

Jungkook chuckles, feeling satisfied. He wipes his face with his shirt before pulling it off his body.

“Do you want me y/n?”

You lift your head up to get a look at him, your eyes lingering on his. They’re filling with love and lust and you have a hard time saying no to him.

“Yes.” You reach for his hand and he gives it to you. “I want you.”

Jungkook is quick to stand and take his sweats and briefs off, leaving him completely naked in front of you. You can’t help but gulp at the sight, his beautiful skin is glowing under this light.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asks, crawling over your body.

“Yes.” You agree shyly.

Jungkook helps you sit up, he carefully lifts your shirt off your body, revealing you in nothing but a bra. He leans forward and unclasps the bra, freeing your breasts.

“Holy shit, your boobs are huge.” He licks his lips, “Can I feel them?”

“They’re a bit tender but yes.”

Jungkook’s hands grope your breasts softly, he massages them and brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making you sigh out in satisfaction. Jungkook’s eyes go from your breasts to your lips, he leans forward and starts kissing you slowly, his tongue finding yours. You moan over and over, loving the skin to skin contact.

Jungkook places himself between your legs properly, his hard, leaking member teasing your pussy as it bounces against you with how he grinds into you as he kisses you. You start to feel more and more needy, you reach below and grab his length and start stroking it, making Jungkook groan.

“Please.” You quietly beg between erratic breaths, “I need you.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, his gaze so deep and powerful as he grabs his cock and positions it to your hole, he slowly very slowly starts easing it inside you. He isn’t even half way in before he has to pause to catch his breath.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Jungkook breathes out heavily as he starts pushing inside you again, his cock hard and throbbing, He doesn’t stop until he has bottomed out, until his balls are snug against your ass.

“Holy shit…” your eyes roll around, you’re so needy and so dizzy at the feeling of him inside you.

“I need a moment.” Jungkook admits, “This feels too good.” He leans forward and starts kissing you again, his lips move against yours slowly. He savors the feeling of your lips before he is slowly starting to slide out of you, before he is pushing back in. He grunts when he bottoms back out, his cock desperate to fuck you.

“Going to fuck you now, okay?” He warns as he moves his hips back, you nod your head as you moan out and his hips are thrusting forward. He rolls his dangerous hips into you over and over, you both groaning out at how good it feels.

“Ah, Jungkook.” You whimper, “Faster, faster please.”

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he concentrates his thrusts, his hips slapping into yours faster and harder now. He finds a good pace and keeps at it, he falls forward and kisses you roughly now. His hands in your hair, your hands in his hair, you both holding on to each other so tightly as he fucks you deeper and deeper.

Jungkook pulls his lips away from yours and begins attacking your neck, he kisses down your throat, he sucks into the side of your neck and you moan, loving the attention.

“I love you.” Jungkook starts grinding into you, hitting spots so fucking special, “Love you so much.” He breathes into your neck, his words muffled by your hair.

“I love you more Jungkook.” You whine out, “Need your fingers.”

Jungkook’s hand slips between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He starts rubbing tight circles over it, making you see star after star.

“Ah, fuck, keep going, I’ll come.” Your harsh breaths and moans reach his ears and he smirks.

“My girl going to come all over my cock?” Jungkook starts fucking into you faster, his balls slapping against your ass. You love the sound.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You pant. “Want to come.”

“Going to cream this cock?” he lifts himself up, fucking you with so much more precision now, his fingers never giving up on your clit,

“Fuck, yes!” you cry out, “Come with me, please, please.”

Jungkook lowers himself down again, his lips on yours, he sloppily makes out with you as he fucks into you harder now, his cock is throbbing and needing to find release.

You reach below you, fondling his balls and Jungkook whimpers into your mouth.

“Come.” He tells you between kisses, his fingers pressing down harder onto your clit as you come. Your body goes tense and your legs shake as you come on his cock, he kisses you through it. His hips slam into you until he’s stilling them, shooting his cum inside you. He pants into your mouth as his muscles clench as he comes.

“Fuuuuck.” He moans out, he starts to kiss you more slowly now as he slowly grinds into you, riding out his and your highs.

“Oh my god.” You breathe out roughly. “That was…that was.” You can’t even finish your sentence because you’re so out of breath.

“Yeah.” Jungkook smiles, pecking your lips. He slowly eases his cock out of you, and rolls to the side. He cuddles close to you, pulling you in.

“Amazing.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

“I needed that.” You laugh, “You made me feel so good, Jungkook.”

“Good.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes it, “You make me feel so good too. Incredible actually.”

“I really, really love you.”

~~~~~

Week 22

“You know our little Nari has hair now?” Jungkook tells the boys, “Her hair is literally sprouting as we speak!” he says excitedly.

“You told us already.” Yoongi says plainly but he has a small smile on his face.

“Well, did I tell you guys she is the size of a squash this week?” he shows them the size with his hands.

“Squashes are smaller than that.” Namjoon says with a smile, “But good try.”

“Whatever, point is, she is getting big!” Jungkook brings his water to his lips as he takes a sip, his eyes finding yours. “I mean, just look at my girl. She’s huge!”

“That’s not the compliment you think it is.” You deadpan.

“What?” Jungkook pouts, “It makes me happy.”

“I can’t wait to be an uncle!” Jin exclaims loudly, “I am going to spoil this little girl so much.”

“I bet she will love her Uncle Tae the most.” Taehyung stands up to grab a drink from the fridge then looks over his shoulder at you. “Right, y/n?”

“Yes, yes. Right.” You wave him off.

“And her Uncle Jimin.” Jimin frowns. “Can you grab me one too, Taehyung?”

“So guys,” Hobi looks between you and Jungkook. “You guys are together now…are you guys going to make it official and get married?” He wiggles his brows and you stare at him in surprise while Jungkook goes red. Absolutely red.

“W-What??” you stutter out, “We just got together. Plus…” your eyes slide to Jungkook.

“We haven’t talked about that yet.” Jungkook sighs out, but then a smile makes its way onto his lips despite how flustered he looks.

“Yet?” you ask, “Jung—”

“Anyway, what’s for dinner Jin?”

“Okay, we’re heading out.” Taehyung and Jimin stand at the front door, “But again next week?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, we have to meet again next week so Jungkook can tell us what food Nari is.” Jimin laughs, “And a new fun fact about her.”

“You guys love my fun facts.” Jungkook pouts.

“I know I do.” You say, bumping your shoulder with his. “But I think we should head out too, it’s getting late.”

“Ah, okay.” Jungkook smiles down at you, “My girls are tired?”

“Yes, we need some sleep.” You giggle. “Boys.” You nod at all the guys in Jin’s house. “Until next time.” You blow them all a kiss and they each pretend to faint from it making you laugh. “Bye.”

“See you guys later.” Jungkook’s hand wraps around your middle, guiding you through the front door.

“Let’s walk out together!” Taehyung smiles.

You four make your way to the driveway, Taehyung and Jimin walk you and Jungkook to Jungkook’s car and Taehyung immediately bends down to talk to your tummy.

“Uncle Tae loves you!” then he starts making innocent little kissy noises making you and Jungkook smile.

“Uncle Jimin too!” he rubs your bells tenderly, “See you guys later. Love you!”

“Love you too.” You smile at the boys as they head to Taehyung’s car. Jungkook helps you in the passenger side, making sure you’re all buckled up and closes the door for you.

Jungkook walks around the car, waves at Taehyung and Jimin as they drive away and gets in the car, buckles up and puts on the radio. He hums along to some old song as he rolls down the windows, letting the evening breeze sweep you two away.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Jungkook asks, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh.

“Of course, baby.” You turn your head to smile for him, “Did you?”

“Always.”

Jungkook reverses out of the drive way and drives off into the street, he continues to hum along to this song as he drives, his hand never leaving your thigh. You turn your head to get a look at him, his hair is starting to get a bit longer again. He’s concentrating so hard on the road, it almost makes you laugh. His big, doe eyes are so beautiful. Jungkook feels your eyes on him and he faces you with a dopey grin on his face.

“What?” he mumbles with a smile.

“I love you.”

You feel your heart glowing as he stares at you, his eyes filling with adoration. He squeezes your thigh and you see him get teary eyed.

“What’s wrong babe?” your hand goes to his hand.

“Nothing. I’m just so happy. You and Nari are everything to me.”

“You’re everything to us too.”

“Yet.” He quotes himself from earlier. “We haven’t talked about marriage yet…but maybe we should soon?” he smiles sheepishly. Red. His cheeks turn a wonderful shade of red as he blushes.

“We can talk about that after Nari is born…hmm?” You say, your heart bursting with love and joy. “Do we have a deal?” you ask, teasing.

Jungkook stops at a red light, he takes advantage to take your face in his hands and kiss you passionately.

“Deal.” He whispers against your lips. “I love you too, by the way.”

Then the light turns green, his bright smile imprinted in your mind. He accelerates through the light when Jungkook glances at you and you see how his face turns from relaxed to…something else. His eyes widening and his face losing all color.

You remember the loud, long sound that echoed in your ears, you remember the sound of the car rolling over. The crunch of metal and glass. You remember the sound of Jungkook’s cries. You remember blurry vision, but most of all you remember red.

You remember all the blood that pooled around your limp, helpless body. The red, red blood that stained your hands. The way the blood dripped onto the car floor, the way it dripped from your fingers. When you think of red you usually think of the blush on Jungkook’s cheeks but now you think of the blood that surrounds you. Then all you see is the world fading to black.

After a long while, you begin to slowly open your eyes. The bright lights in the room almost blinding you, making you squint. You notice the IV drip first, then the other things connecting you to a machine on your right. You feel your body ache as you try to sit up, but it feels impossible. You jerk your head around wondering what the hell happened when you see Jungkook asleep with his head on the edge of the hospital bed. You begin calling out for him but your voice is weak and hoarse. You finally are able to reach out for him, panicked, you shake him awake.

Jungkook immediately comes to, his swollen eyes finding yours and his face immediately twists into a look of devastation. He starts crying on the spot, his eyes bubbling over with unstoppable tears. Your hand cradles his jaw, wondering what happened. Your other hand goes to your stomach when it hits you—how empty you feel. You look down and start panicking. You look between Jungkook and your belly, with wide eyes that are full of terror.

Jungkook slams his eyes shut as he continues sobbing, his hands find your hand trying to relax you but you finally begin muttering words.

“W-W-What happened? Why are we here?”

Soon, the doctors are rushing in the room. Everything happens so quickly, they try to calm you, laying you back down on the hospital bed. But you feel how wrong this all is. You feel the dread building and building.

“The baby?” you scream out, “The baby???” your lip begins to quiver, your eyes find Jungkook again who is sobbing into your arm. “Jungkook!” you cry out. “How’s the baby?”

He doesn’t even look up at you as he continues to bawl into the side of your body.

“Mam, please calm down.” One of the doctors rests a hand on your shoulder but you shove him off.

“My baby?” You choke out, “How’s my baby?” your eyes fill with inevitable tears. You can just feel how wrong this all is, you can feel how empty you are but this doesn’t stop you from screaming and crying out for her.

“Nari???!!!!!” you scream at the doctor, “Where’s my baby?” you start sobbing as you hold your stomach. “Where’s my-my-my baby???”

Jungkook finally lifts his head pathetically, his eyes are swollen and puffy, his tears nonstop even as he stares at you.

“Jungkook?” you cry out. “Jungkook.” You sob, repeating his name over and over, “Where’s our baby?” Your hands finally find his hands again, and he squeezes yours so tightly as he just shakes his head. He is unable to say it out loud. He feels nothing but pure devastation.

“W-W-What does that mean? Why…why are you just shaking your head???” you continue to sob, knowing exactly what it means. “No.” you cry, “No.”

“y/n…” The doctor tries again, “I’m so sorry.” He tries to speak over your crying. “You…you lost the baby.”

You don’t believe you heard him right…because there is no way. She was just here, her little body inside you, growing every day. She went from being a kumquat to a squash. She is currently growing hair on her precious head. You shake your head furiously.

“Stop….S-Stop lying.” You force yourself to say. “Where is she, huh?”

“y/n.” Jungkook chokes out. You snap your head to face him and you see the absolute devastation in his big, doe eyes. “She’s…..” he starts breathing in and out quickly, his words broken and choked on.

“Don’t.” You shake your head. “Don’t say it too.” Fresh new tears begin sliding down your face. “What the hell is going on?”

Suddenly, Uncle Lou and Kathy are barging in the room. Uncle Lou makes his way to you quickly, his hands going to your bruised face.

“Oh darling…” he says, his eyes glossed over. “I’m so, so sorry.”

And that’s how you know this is reality. Your face scrunches up as you begin sobbing heart wrenching sobs. You can barely breathe, too choked up on your own tears. You hold your stomach and cry and cry and cry.

Jungkook holds your hands the entire time…his own tears creating an ocean in the room. An ocean you would love to drown in. An ocean with waves as high as buildings, crashing over your poor, weak body.

“I’m here my love.” Jungkook finally says something, “I’m here.” Then he is making his way onto your hospital bed and holding you. He holds you softly, as not to hurt you. You took a bad beating in the wreck.

A truck. A truck running a red light, hit your side of the car. It’s a miracle you’re alive. You’ve been unconscious for several days, Jungkook crying at your bedside. He is devastated to learn about Nari but if he loses you too…he doesn’t know if he could continue living. But you woke up and you’re okay.

Jungkook continues to hold on to you as you cry into his chest.

“Our-Our b-baby.” You wail. “Our baby…our baby…”

“I know babe.” Jungkook whispers, his own tears still falling onto his cheeks. “I’m here. I’m here.” He starts rubbing your back soothingly, “I’ll always be here.”

#bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #red jungkook

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired. In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

Next Chapter ----->

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in.

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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haikyuu!! + things they were doing on the internet when they were like... 12

a/n: is this also a call-out post for myself and a way to make fun of things i did? yes

Hinata: playing those free to play weird-ass games on y8.com when he’s not fighting over the computer with his sister

Kageyama: watching ‘top ten best sets in volleyball games with slow-motion’ again and again until his sister taught him how to use youtube

Tsukishima: writing long essays that he posts on facebook about how much twilight sucks and how much he hates it. definitely had a twilight phase

Yamaguchi: secretly writing twilight fanfiction and posting them on wattpad. he got pretty famous for them but he’ll never talk about it

Ennoshita: played Feeding Frenzy a lot. like, a Lot. this man was a literal god

Tanaka: MAKING PUNK/EMO EDITS OF HIS FAVORITE CELEBRITIES. his masterpiece was punk harry styles feat. 6 earrings and a neck tattoo

Nishinoya: watching american ninja warrior compilations but the ones with ‘eye of the tiger’ edited over them to make them extra awesome

Daichi: coming up with his own inspirational quotes that are kind of terrible like ‘even though i’ve been beaten down, i’ll always get back up’ and posting them on facebook thinking that he’ll inspire people somehow

Sugawara: watching ‘Hetalia Ep. 25 VIETSUB|SPN|ENG subtitles pt. 2/28′ on youtube. either that or ouran high school host club idk this guy had a phase

Asahi: taking a whole bunch of those ‘what your fashion says about you’ quizzes until he eventually made one himself as well as a polyvore account

Oikawa: reading and writing doctor who fanfiction before eventually getting into sherlock and supernatural. yes, he shipped destiel. yes, the destiel canon thing on november ruined him

Iwaizumi: he was really into looking up random animal videos like ‘tarantula vs. scorpion fight’ and stuff like monster bug wars from animal planet and when oikawa made fun of his search history he figured out how to delete it

Hanamaki: vibing to the Phineas and Ferb songs playlist that he made on youtube (of course the aglet song is his favorite one)

Matsukawa: a true tumblr child and was there when this hellsite was first birthed. he remembers the tumblr wars between the fandom and the hipster blogs all too well

Ushijima: didn’t know what the internet was until tendou realized he didn’t have a skype so he made an account for him. until now, ushijima’s status still says ‘hi, wakatoshi here’

Tendou: watching a whole bunch of minecraft song parodies on youtube before eventually making them himself

Semi: either learning guitar through youtube videos or looking up ‘how to play lucky by jason mraz EASY VERSION | NO BAR CHORDS’

Shirabu: he used only Google+ as his social media and wondered why he wasn’t getting any friends

Goshiki: this kid was blessed to be twelve years old when the lego movie came out so he most definitely just used the internet to listen to ‘everything is awesome’ again and again

Kuroo: definitely a fandom kid, one of those from the six major book fandoms (hp, pjo, hg). used to run a fricking roleplay group on tumblr and his oc’s always have a Dark Backstory

Kenma: youguysaregonnacomeformebut--- SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FANFICTION OKAY BYE

Yaku: playing Pet Society on facebook. is it such a coincidence to see him so decked out and rich now when his pet had the same lifestyle? nO

Lev: playing those papa louie games (papa’s pizzeria, papa’s burgeria, etc) and trying to force the game to crash by serving customers 500 chicken wings

Bokuto: as soon as he got a skype account, he’d pretty much voice call anyone and everyone he saw had an ‘active’ status on but his friends didn’t have the heart to switch their status to ‘inactive’

Akaashi: was the king of making ‘which ___ character would be into you (for girls and gays only!!!)’ quizzes that are very detailed. he’d even make a whole character profile with a ‘how you met them’ at the end

Atsumu: used to secretly watch episodes of ‘boys over flowers’ and ‘meteor garden’ on the computer when he was alone at home. eventually got into girl’s generation and super junior

Osamu: a master at playing poptropica and even had a whole gig making poptropica walkthroughs for other people. sometimes he’d play club penguin and get himself kicked out for swearing just for fun

Suna: looking up ‘demons by imagine dragons with lyrics’ on youtube and just playing it on loop. his desktop wallpaper says ‘don’t get too close, it’s dark inside’

Kita: didn’t know what the internet was until suna and aran took pity on him and helped him create a facebook account. until now, his profile pic is still a picture of his jersey number and he has 99+ unchecked notifications

Sakusa: his cousin introduced him to sims. except, sakusa doesn’t play ‘for fun’ but to vicariously live the average salaryman life through his virtual character (he named him steve)

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racheloveyunho · 3 years

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Till death do us part - 4

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 1883

TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Obsessive behavior (from Y/N’s and San’s side), threats, swearing and a hint of jealousy.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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Chapter 4

I woke up in the same room I felt asleep on. The unusual walls made my heart ache at the thought of what had happened between my father and I. I knew deep inside me that there will be no turning back with my relationship with him but strangely enough, i didn't feel bad about it, I was more concerned about my brother than anything.

"Did you sleep well?"

I looked up and was greeted by this angelical face of his. San was laying on the same bed as me, one of his muscular arm holding my frame tightly. I smiled back and hide my face on his chest, smelling his addictive scent at the same time.

"I did."

It was a weird feeling. I knew almost nothing of San, I met him three times and still... I felt as if I could give him my whole body and soul. I couldn't help but think about what my mom told me when I was still a child.

"Someday you will find someone you can rely on, someone who doesn't need words to know how you feel, someone who understand and cherish you as the most precious thing in the world. You will find this person one day Y/N, I'm sure of it."

My lips came upward in a smile as I remembered my mom's word, they had a new meaning to me since I met San.

His grip tightened a little around me while his other hand was busy, gently petting my hair.

"You are acting like a boyfriend"

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" I smiled, looking fondly at him and before I knew it, San leaned on and kissed me slightly.

His lips felt like feather, there was nothing but sweetness and love in this kiss, his right hand cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb against the soft skin.

When our lips finally moved apart, I looked up to meet his - oh so lovely - gaze.

"You are so beautiful"

"Say the man whom is beauty itself" I giggled softly.

This moment was almost perfect - almost.

My mind was quick to remember about the bitterness of the situation I was in. I looked down sadly, avoiding San's intrigued eyes.

A lot of questions were running on my mind. What will happen from now on? I was still minor and my dad was stubborn, he would never let me escape from his grasp so easily. How will I survive? I didn't even had enough money to stay on this hotel for more than a week.

Unconsciously, I sighed heavily. San took my chin between his thumb and his index and lift my face towards his.

"What is it?" San asked me in a whisper.

"Did you bring your phone with you? I have to call Hana, she must be worried."

After a few seconds, he nodded and gave me his phone. I entered the familiar number and quickly enough, Hana's voice was heard through the phone.

"Y/N!! Is everything okay? I was worried sick! I thought you were coming early in the morning?" Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. I frowned my eyebrows. She was whispering yelling and it was odd since she was always a loud girl.

"Sorry, I didn't wake up. Why are you this quiet?" I suspiciously asked.

"Y/N, I don't think you should come here, your father was there one hour ago and he was beyond furious! He threatened me and my family, saying that he will ruin our lives if he find out we are hiding you from him!" She cried out.

This sentence came before a long and heavy silence where no one dared to talk. My mind was processing this new information while my heart was scolding me for bringing my best friend and her family into a delicate situation.

San was quietly listening to our conversation, his right hand on top of mine while his thumb was gently rubbing the back of my hand..

"I'm so sorry Hana... I didn't mean to bring you into this mess..." I lowered my voice, guilt eating me alive.

"Hey sweety... It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong but... I don't think this is a good idea to go against your father will. He is really scary."

"Are you telling me to came back home and let my father do everything he wants with me?" My throat felt suddenly dry and my heart heavy in my chest.

No answer.

I knew she was just afraid of what could possibly happen to her and her family, she just wanted to protect her loved ones. However, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. She knew how my father was and how hard it was for me to handle this situation.

"I see. Don't worry for me, I'm gonna find a way." I finally stated with the coldest voice I could muster. I didn't let her the time to give an answer and hung up right away.

I stayed silent for a while and so did San.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally looked up at him and sighed with a small smile "Thank you for what you did to me. I owe you one"

"Why are you talking as if you are going somewhere?" he arched his eyebrows before leaning close to me with his signature smirk of his "I'm not planning to let you go away from me, love."

I gasped in surprise "L-love?" I asked stuttering, embarrassed by this sudden pet name.

"Why are you embarrassed about? We just kissed a few minutes ago"

I avoided his gaze and coughed slightly to get rid of the awkwardness "I can't stay here San... You will be in trouble if my dad find out you helped me and I don't want it to happen."

This time, it was San's turn to sight.

"Y/N. Listen to me. I will let you two choices" I frowned but stayed silent to let him continue "You don't know who I am but I can help you. However I won't take you with me if you don't want to. It's up to you. Do you want to stay with me, where I'll promise to keep you safe by my side, or do you want to go back and be toyed your entire life by your father against your own will?"

Silence again.

His face was serious and his voice demanding, It actually made me think I couldn't choose the latter choice - not that I wanted to choose this option anyway.

"Why are you doing this.. I mean, we don't know much about each other and-"

"Kim Y/N, born in Seoul the 25th September 1999 at 3:48. You like horror movies and all kind of sweets, your mother passed away the 4th June and since then, your father had changed completely, leaving you and your brother behind" San said, never breaking visual contact with me "You are the student with the best grades on your class and you are the teacher's favorite and even though you want to attend the prestigious Seoul national college, you don't know what to do in your life yet"

I was astonished, how did he get all his information?

As if on cue, he slipped a hand in my hair "It's been two years now Y/N, no one know you as much as I do. I know every single details about you but now, I don't want to look at your life from far away, I want to be apart of it" He smiled but frowned as I slowly stepped away from him "were you stalking me all this time?" I asked, heart beating fast.

"Come on, I know you are as obsessed over me as I am over you" He laughed before standing up and quickly doing his hair while looking his own reflect on the mirror “I was there every time you talked to your friend about me”

I watched his every move and couldn’t find anything to say. No matter how crazy it sounded, I knew he was right.

"And how are you gonna help me?"

"Your dad isn't all white, quite the contrary" He said "I know enough to tell him to let you be" He added.

"Are you going to... threaten him?" I looked at him through the mirror.

"Why? You don't want me to?" He smiled at me, his back still facing me.

I took a deep breathe.

"No... He deserves it"

He turned around and came closer to me with the widest smirk.

"So... Are you coming with me?"

I watched as the landscape kept changing from outside the window. The spacious car was moving in slow pace in a part of Seoul I never went in.

I knew it was the beginning of something new but everything seemed so unreal, the only thing that kept me back to reality was the warmth of San's hand intertwining with mine.

I quickly take a glance at the driver, his sharp nose and strong eyes made him look cold, a perfect contrast with his tanned skin. I was surprised by how young he was, probably not much older than San and I and obviously both of them were getting along with each other.

I was so focus on looking at the man and wondering who he was to San that I didn't took notice of my staring until I felt San squeezing my hand.

"Y/N...I'm not sure of how I feel about you looking at another man" He pouted cutely to grab my attention back to him. I laughed lowly and gave him a apologetic look "I'm not sure how I feel about you being jaleous while we are not in an official relationship yet" I smirked at him.

"The kiss wasn't official enough for you?" He smirked back "should I give you an other one then? " He asked, his face coming closer to mine.

His lips ghosted over mine but we were interrupted by a loud cough before we could properly touch each other.

"Please San, can you keep your hands for yourself until you both are alone? I don't especially want to see you guys kiss in the back seat of my car" The driver said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Look who is talking" San scoffed "Should I remind you how many times you made out with your girlfriend in front of me?"

The older man let out a dry laugh, his eyes still on the road.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silencex the driver looked at me from the front mirror.

"Your name is Y/N, right?"

"Yes... And you are..?"

"I'm Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa" He said "I'm glad to meet you, San wouldn't shut up and talk about you every fucking day" He laughed, earning another loud scoff from San.

"Watch your mouth, you are older but I'm still the boss here" San growled.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly.

"We safely came back to your home sir~" Seonghwa politely stated, not without a hint of teasing in his voice.

San pulled me out of the car, hand still holding mine firmly. I followed him and looked up at the huge mansion in front of us.

My mouth fell agape, this place was way bigger than mine.

"Welcome to your new house" San smiled.

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We are finally starting to introduce the others members!

Also this chapter is a bit shorter, I didn’t even noticed until I checked the number of words but I thought it was better this way, there was nothing to add since the next chapter was already done lol.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

See you next time~

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OC Interview: Fane Lavellan

Thank you for the tag @dungeons-and-dragon-age! I’ve been eyeing up this meme for a while actually, so this was perfect timing! X3

This takes place Post-Trespasser, about a month or two after, in fact. Solas brought the idea forward, and of course, Fane refused. But after some coaxing, some explanation as to why, and the promise of a whole cake, Fane agreed to humor the request.

*THERE BE BIG THINGS REGARDING FANE HERE*

I got carried awaaaaaay! XD

Introduction

Can you introduce yourself?

“I can, but it’s a lengthy list,” He sighs, “...Those who are close to me, who see as but an elf, call me Fane. Those who wish to meet cobble, call me Lavellan or Herald. Those who are blinded by reverence call me ‘He Who Flew Above’. Denizens of the Fade refer to me as, ‘Devotion’ or ‘Tenacity’. However, my true name is..” He sighs again, “...Aterian. I rarely go by it, but the truth won’t be ignored. It never can be.”

What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

“Male. Elvhen. Dragon.” He huffs through his nose, shifting his gaze off to the side, “That’s all I’ll say on that. As for orientation, I’m...emotionally driven. If you asked me to look at another and tell you what’s attractive about them I would say, ‘Nothing.’ I don’t know them, so I feel nothing for them.“ He shrugs, turning his gaze back, but brandishes a glare, “There’s only one person who defies that response, and that’s because he knows me, without and within. More than that, is none of your business.”

Where and when were you born?

He lifts a hand, massaging a temple, “The ‘where’ is simple; Elvhenan. Specifics are lost to me, however, so you’ll have to be content with that response.” He shifts his gaze downwards, slowly crossing his arms, “As to when?” He sighs heavily, “...I have no answer for that other than: I’m roughly the same age, if not older, as Solas. Does it matter, honestly? Numbers fall through the cracks after a specific threshold is crossed.” What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

He unravels a crossed arm and guides his hand downwards, tapping the pommel of a sword he has fastened to his waist, “Sword. I use either long swords, short swords, or great swords.” He raises an eyebrow as a question is forwarded, “Shields?” He sneers a bit. “I don’t use shields. They get in the way, and anyways,” He raises his hand once more, the expanse steadily beginning to glow blue and silver before a spectral coating of scales cover the entirety, “this is better than any shield. I prefer the front lines, the place I can make sure no one breaches, and the lingering memory of what I once was makes sure I can do just that.” He dispels the scales and shakes out his hand before returning it to his crossed counterpart, “It takes energy to maintain, but I’m getting better at holding it for longer.” Lastly, are you happy?

He blinks before his entire expression softens, two toned eyes shining with primary gold as they shift downwards, “...If you had asked that of me over twelve years ago I would have spat in your face and said, ‘Happiness doesn’t exist in this world’. But now..” He trails off, casting a sidelong glance towards one of the fortress’s entryways; a familiar voice sounding, firm, but soft, as if reprimanding a child, “...I understand what happiness is, and it’s in every corner if you allow yourself to see it.” His eyes shift back, holding a far away look and voice coming forward in a murmur, “I only wish we all could be happy; together.”

Family and Friends

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

His face holds a conflicted look, as if the memory is painful before speaking, “Complicated,” he says before beginning to tap a finger against his bicep, “I had a mother. She died when I was fifteen from a wasting disease, but she was the picture of serenity. Calm, guiding, measured. Hair like moonlight. Eyes like a clear autumn day. She was--” Unbranded features twist with a look of grief, eyes going dark as his voice drops, “...I’d rather not speak of her. It still hurts to. It hurts to speak of any of them,” His eyes narrow, grief stricken expression turning somewhat bitter, “...Especially those who throw all you did for them back into your face because they refused to listen when you needed them to most. Even so, I still wish for her happiness. Cullen better be treating her right,” That bitter turns outright malicious, dark eyes going darker as another question is meekly asked, “Father? I have no father. I only had a monster that haunted my childhood, tore my token of devotion apart, and then stalked me in my dreams. So, no. I have nothing to say about that concept.”

Have you ever ran away from home?

He chuckles, “Many, many times,” He throws most of his weight into one side, tilting his head back as if thinking, counting, “I can’t even remember the amount of times I fled into the forests, to be honest. All I know is that it happened weekly, maybe even daily,” He brings his head back, snowy hair moving with the action to brush the tops of his cheekbones, “Why do you look so surprised?” he asks, snorting a bit at the meek response of, ‘Why so often?’, “Because I refused to endure being treated like a beast every hour of the day merely because I believed differently, or rather, not at all.” He sighs within the next moment, “...I wasn’t any better than the Dalish, though. I lashed out, I spat in their face, dragged their heritage through the dirt, inflicted harm from the smallest of things...” He squeezes his arms, eyes narrowing into a glare, but seeming to see through everything, “...The past repeats. An infernal spiral that will never slow.” Would you consider marriage or having children?

“Marriage? Children?” He blinks, pale visage suddenly going flush before he snarls, “Why do I need to answer those questions?!” The blush deepens and he responds despite his displeased expression, muttering and biting the inside of his cheek, “...Damned keen eyed elves. They know, don’t they? I swear if Abelas fucking ran that mouth of his, I’ll--” He sighs heavily, letting his head fall limp a bit in defeat, “...Yes. To both. The latter is already taken care of, as everyone situated in the Crossroads knows, but...” Pointed ears are now a deep shade of red, “...marriage is...on hold. War time isn’t an ideal summer wedding.” His voice drops, eyes shimmering as if he was before the person his heart yearned for, “...The sky deserves a venue better than a garden of death and deceit.” Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

“There were those in the Inquisition who I didn’t exactly see eye to eye with,” he started before shaking his head, “but I didn’t hate anyone. Everyone is entitled to their own views and what they find important.” He scowls a bit, tapping his bicep once again with a finger, “...Even if they didn’t extend the same kindness to me in the beginning. ‘Do you believe in the Maker?’ ‘Do you believe you’re chosen?’ ‘You need to use the people’s faith. It gives them hope.’” He mocks before snorting harshly, “No. No, I don’t. Oh, that suddenly makes me trash? Ohhh. How terrible.” He scoffs. “Disgusting.” Which friend knows everything about you?

“Solas,” He says within a heart beat before clearing his throat, shifting his gaze away sheepishly, “He knows me without and within.” Emerald and gold blaze as the orbs go wide, the blush of roses coming back in full force, “Wait, wait, wait! I didn’t mean--! Fuck! You better wipe that shit eating grin off your face, elf, or I swear I’ll do it for you!” He growls in frustation, throwing his hands in the air, “Why did I agree to this? What fucking dragon entertains an interview!? This is worst than the courts in Arlathan used to be! And that’s saying something!”

Asked by Fans

Are you literate? Have you been to school?

”I am literate. Sometimes to a fault, in fact,” He smiles a bit, “Poetry is my niche; a lingering memory of my mother. So, I speak cryptically at times,” He snorts, amused, “Although, I guess that isn’t much of a surprise since the Elvhen language is riddled in verse rather than practical application. Still, even some of the ancients left have a hard time deciphering my words,” He shrugs, smile turning into a smirk, “They never expected a dragon to be able to talk, I guess. Well, ta-dah.” The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

A somber expression flits across his visage and eyes, “...That, eventually, I would hurt the one person I never wanted to.” The corner of his mouth twitches, holding both bitterness and grief; a painful duo, “...And retribution came just as swiftly, but it--” He sighs, shaking his head in defeat before muttering under his breath, “Observe and accept. Observe that what came to pass was uncontrollable, and accept that it had to happen for your path to continue, for your soul to be complete.” What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

His face blanks, mouth going into a hard line before a sigh exits through his nose slowly, “...That I don’t have tail.” He snarls, blank expression twisting in warning, “Laugh, elf. Do it.” He nods in the next second when no sounds of amusement come forth, expression going stoic once more, “That’s what I thought. You try living centuries in one form and then transitioning. See what happens.” Do you have mental health or physical issues?

He nods, sighing tiredly. “Like my names, I have a lot.” A hand motions to his body lazily, “My entire body is littered in scars, inflicted through crude experiments by an abomination that sought power like so many others,” He expression sours, jaw working back a forth, “They’ve calmed over the years, but the memories are not so kind.” He sighs, trying to calm himself and lifts his left hand; the Anchor glowing faintly and his eyes watch it, “I have an illness, or rather, sensitivity to any Fade born essence. That, too, has calmed and I’m grateful for that. As for my mind..” He trails off, grimacing a bit as if suddenly in pain, “...Visualize the Void, and there’s your answer. Black walls with crimson torches, seats empty, but somehow wanting for memories to take their seats. However, those occupants never come, burnt to ash by fury’s flame. That’s my mind in a nutshell.” What is your current main goal?

He raises his eyebrows, pursing his lips, “Mm, as of right now, I’m busy helping Solas unlock the eluvians that he couldn’t while I was away,” He flexes his marked hand, watching it with a look of determination in his eyes, “That’ll take time, but after, my people, my kin will have their skies back. I won’t let this power be squandered, and I won’t let the key that I’ve been entrusted with fall into the wrong hands.” His face hardens further, “For if that key rusts, the locks break and the sky will blacken as surely as the earth will redden.”

Choices

Drink or food?

“Drinks.” He says with ease, shrugging, “Food is comforting, especially sweets, but a glass of rum or ale, or a cup of chamomile tea really pounds the word ‘relaxation’ into my head.” Cats or dogs?

He smiles, warmth caressing its edges, “You’ve seen Nislean wandering about the halls, laying on the window sills and curling up in front of the fire,” He hums suddenly, crossing his arms again, “Which reminds me, I need to go out of the Crossroads for milk. I’ll be getting more than five bottles this time.” Optimist or pessimist?

“Depends on who you ask,” He shrugs, seeming unbothered, “I’m neither from a personal standpoint. I try to see the bright spots, but shadows can be very persistent.” Sassy or sarcastic?

He snorts, “Ask Fen’harel,” his voice is light upon the title, playfully mocking in its deepness, “He knows all about that side. Although, he would label it, ‘insufferable’. I would call myself dryly sarcastic, though.”

Have You Ever

Been caught sneaking out?

He purses his lips, “Hmm. Not that I can recall,” he says slowly before his brows jumped and his eyes lit up with memory, “Oh! Wait. There was that one time where I was with Solas and Mythal in a...courtyard, I think?” He shrugs before shrugging, “Doesn’t matter. But, I tried to slip away, tail and all, and I...may have shattered one or two or three eluvians trying to get to the balcony.” He somewhat wistfully, smirking, “Elgar’nan got fucking stuck in a far off settlement for a week, though. Completely worth getting my horn chewed off by a wolf.” Broken a bone?

“Surprisingly, no.” He huffs in amusement, “Wonder of wonders, truthfully.” Received flowers?

“I have,” He scowls, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disgust, “but I always throw them into the fire. Most are from suitors, those who don’t know what the fuck ‘taken’ means.” Ghosted someone?

His face tightens, completely deadpan, “...No?”, he says, voice raising in question a bit, “At least I don’t believe so. But, then again...oh.” He blanks further, “...Oh. I understand the term now. You mortals are forever twisting the languages, aren’t you? I can’t keep up, but the answer is still no.” Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

“Maybe once or twice, but I don’t ‘laugh’ per say.” He huffs through his nose deliberately, “I do that; a puff of air. Some habits are never truly able to be broken. No matter the form.”

Tagging: @oxygenforthewicked @blueheaded @little-lightning-lavellan @noire-pandora @the-dreadful-canine and anyone else that’d like to play! (no pressure, of course!)

#oc: fane lavellan #welcome to the future! :3 #where fane is more complete and content but suffering in different ways #no one said the path would be easy *shakes head sadly*#again. fane is...a ball of many things and his titles and names show that XD #*thinks about writing post-trepasser shenanigans* :3 #fane used to fuck off elgar'nan as a dragon so HARD #maybe why the god vengeance decided to personally attack him #HMMMM.#dragon age #male lavellan

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