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4joonkookie · 1 year

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Neighbors

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Words: 3K (A solid 50/50 of build-up vs. smut) Summary: You make a move on your noisy neighbor, but things really get going when there's a blackout. Notes: Chapter 9 of THIS. Catch yourself up or don't and just enjoy the smut.

Tags: see story for tags, SMUT, noisy neighbors, boy-next-door, college flashback, roommates, getting eaten RIGHT for the first time, JK's voice is so pretty, canon-ish JK behavior, beefy JK, oral sex, riding, protected sex, blackout, fire escape.

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You study peacefully when the voices start. The neighbors are having company over, amplifying their existing nuisance.

It starts with the dull hum of laughing, trash-talking, and playing video games. Soon, the dull hum will become a vibrating roar through the walls.

Ugh. I just want to study, you think, rolling your eyes.

It's the umpteenth time since they’ve moved in. The building is full of students and parties can be found on any floor at any time, but don't students also study?

You approach the wall and pound your fist on it in frustration. They repeat your rhythm on the other side like it’s a game, cackling through the cheap drywall.

Assholes.

You grab your laptop and head to the library, resisting the urge to go over and curse them out.

Your roommate peeks her head out of her bedroom as you open the front door.

“Where are you going?” She asks.

“The library,” you say.

“I'm coming with you,” she says, grabbing her things. “They’re so fucking loud.”

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The worst part is, that’s just the living room. Today, the noise lingers through the walls of the shower.

As you rinse off, a singing voice carries through. You roll your eyes, trying to tune it out. Only… the more you listen to it, the nicer it is. You find yourself forgiving his contribution to the noise in the living room.

The voice moves to the bedroom, so you do, too. Music starts playing on the other side of the wall and the voice continues singing along. An encore.

Then, the voice is gone, and it's just music.

It’s fine until you sit down to study and the song never settles. It keeps changing ten seconds into every song.

Who does this? Just pick a song and stick with it.

The shuffle of songs and the lack of vocal trance are a distraction. Once again, you admit defeat and head to the library.

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Another Saturday night, another party.

When the next doorbell rings with visitors, you climb out to the fire escape to sit on the steps and study. It’s too late to go to the library and you just want to be settled in for the night.

You huff out, annoyed, but find that it’s nice. It’s not stuffy or cramped like the library. There’s fresh air and ambient noise. The hum of bros is faint enough through the adjoining window of that apartment to be less disturbing.

You work for a few hours when the fire alarm goes off in the next apartment.

The window opens and smoke billows out along with the bitter smell of burning food. You get a whiff in your lungs and cough, standing from where you sat on the ladder steps. A man hangs outside, waving the smoke out.

“Is there a fire?” You ask.

“No, sorry,” he says. You can hardly see him through the cloud of smoke. “Someone in here doesn't know how to use a damn microwave.

You back away and roll your eyes, cursing the inability to get a moment's peace. The smoke clears, and he steps outside.

“What are you doing out here?”

You recognize his voice right away. That voice. It’s smooth and mellow and light and bright all at once.

“It’s the only quiet place to study,” you snark. “You guys are so loud.”

“It’s Saturday,” he defends.

“It’s not just today, it’s nearly every day since you guys moved in,” you say, hating the twinge of whine in your voice.

“Why haven't you said anything?”

“Does the banging on the wall not count?”

He chuckles in realization and it’s infuriating. And really cute. “That's you,” he realizes out loud.

He’s gorgeous. Muscular, with a few tats hiding beneath his t-shirt sleeve, making it that much harder to be annoyed with him.

“Yeah,” you say, embarrassed. “That’s me.”

He takes a step closer. “Are you also the one that turns on the blender at 6 am every day?”

You blush. “That's also me,” you say. “Noisy breakfast smoothie. You didn't say anything either,” you antagonize.

“It's an old building. The walls are paper thin. You have to live, right?” He softens. “Besides, I don’t mind. I’ve usually snoozed my alarm 4 or 5 times by then and it's the final push I need to get up.”

You laugh, feeling your guard fall. “You have a nice voice,” you say, looking down at your feet. “I hear you in the shower sometimes.”

He gets shy, looking down. “I didn't know you could hear that.”

“It’s pretty,” you say, feeling the hearts form in your eyes now that there’s a face attached to this voice. “But when you listen to music, what’s with the constant shuffle? I mean, do you ever listen to a song, start to finish?”

He laughs, getting embarrassed again. “I don't know. It's like I start listening and I like it and I feel the vibe and let it flow through me. Once I get a feel for it, I’m ready for the next one.”

You exchange names and you’re confident enough to stand, showing off the ratty t-shirt and fabric shorts that leave your ass cheeks peeking out from underneath.

His eyes drift down, sensing your exposed skin in the air. It gives you a boost of confidence as your eyes take each other in.

Can’t believe you’re out here with this stranger, drawn completely in. He takes a pen from behind your ear and gets a gentle grasp on your forearm, turning it slightly. He writes a phone number on your arm.

“You can always text me if it’s too loud. You shouldn’t have to hide out on the fire escape just to study.” His doe eyes open wide beneath his lashes. “I’ll tell them to try to keep it down. But it’s Saturday, so no promises.”

There’s no chance of getting any studying done, maybe ever again knowing that the likes of him are on the other side of that wall. You think of anything to keep him outside before he steps into his window.

“Hey.”

He turns back to look at you.

“Want to keep me company? You look out at the city landscape and twinkling lights. "It’s nice out."

He thinks for a moment. Then he looks down, and the air gets awkward. “You know, I should really get inside,” he says.

And your face burns with embarrassment and confusion.

“See you later,” you say. You watch him re-enter his window and hope you never see him again.

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You spend more time over the next few weeks studying on the fire escape just because.

Occasionally, you catch JK coming and going for a long run. He doesn’t see you from the ground as you’re many flights up.

Despite not wanting to see him again and the shame and embarrassment of misreading the whole interaction, it's just a matter of time before you hear him again. Singing in the shower, playing his music. Even when he’s loud with the others, you’re only able to tune into that voice.

Luckily, the window next door hasn’t opened again.

You’re studying and the sun has long set when suddenly, it all goes dark, inside and out. It’s pitch black and you turn on your phone flashlight.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, wondering how long the power will be out.

It’s then when the window opens and JK’s head peeks out, candle in hand. A layer of transparent colored wax sits at the top. It’s been burning for a while now. The lavender and vanilla scents waft into your nostrils.

“Hey,” he says, stretching his neck to see if the entrance to your bedroom is pitch black, too.

“It’s out for blocks,” you say, and your stomach tightens, feeling uneasy with him around.

He climbs out and approaches, standing next to you and looking out over the balcony. Goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Here again, huh? I told you to text me,” he says, appearing way more confident than the shy guy from your last encounter.

“There wasn’t any noise, it's just kind of nice out here. And less crowded than the library. And I can wear my pajamas,” you add.

He lifts your textbook, holding the candle up and scouring the title.

“Well, it makes sense why I’ve never seen you at school. We’re on the opposite ends of campus.”

He speaks like he wants you to ask more questions, eyes glued to you like a second opportunity. He’s so close and seems glad he stumbled upon you again.

“Sometimes I'm out here and I see you go for a run and you don’t come back for hours.”

“I run to the gym, work out, and run back.”

“When do you find time to study?”

“I don’t. But, for what I want to do, being healthy will help.”

He looks at you, scanning your face in the candlelight.

It’s obvious now. Nothing to be questioned, but you still remember the heat of the embarrassment when he chose to go inside that last time.

He takes a step closer, leaning in.

“Are you… ok in the dark?” he asks.

“Yeah, I'm okay,” you say, knowing you’re only ok as long as your half-dead phone battery holds out. No emergency candles or supplies to mention.

He’s close enough to smell again and your heart pounds against your chest. It’s dark. A little dangerous.

“Do you mind some company?” He asks, eyes drifting down to your mouth.

“I don’t mind,” you whisper. He leans in close and you speak before your lips meet. “Why didn’t you stay the first time?” you ask, unable to help yourself.

He takes a deep breath, clearing his throat. “Because I found a beautiful woman in a vulnerable spot. Private. Studying. In her pajamas. I just didn’t want to be weird.” He takes a step closer. “And you make me kind of nervous, so I'm glad I have another chance.”

You laugh, feeling your heart pound, secretly grateful he feels this way too. “Why do I make you nervous?” You whisper.

“Because for the past few weeks, all I can think about is my neighbor. And she’s been my neighbor for months, but I didn’t know she looked like this. And that she can hear me doing everything.” His voice is soft, forbidding, wrapping you up. “And I'm caught halfway between picking up and moving just for peace of mind and just," his voice drifts off and he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. "Wishing the wall wasn’t there.”

You take a deep breath, feeling yourself fall deep. “The wall isn’t here now,” you say, closing the space between your lips.

His hands immediately make their way to cup your ass, running up your waist and through your hair, hands exploring every inch of you he can’t see.

You do the same, gliding your hands up his shirt and feeling the ridges of the stomach, drawing him closer. The stairs press against your back and you wince while loving the feeling of him between your legs.

Reach your hand down to where the fabric of his shorts is tented, getting a grip on his hard length and letting it rub between your thighs. He gasps and presses his cock to you.

You lace a hand with him and guide him as you both climb into your bedroom window. He sets the candle down and gets both hands on you.

He groans when he slips his hands beneath the waistband of your shorts and feels no underwear. He gets his hands under your ass cheeks, groping and feeling his fingers slip. He rubs at your slicked opening and presses against it. Your eyes roll back as you push your hips to him.

“Fuck, how long have you been this wet?” He says, his warm breath hitting your face. His voice is deeper now, darker.

“Before you stepped outside,” you say. “When I was just wishing you'd show up.”

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your ankles. He whispers. “Get on the bed.” You hear him wrestle with his own shirt in the dark.

You walk backward until the mattress touches behind your knees and lay back. He crawls above you, kissing over your breasts and expertly slipping two fingers inside your pussy, causing you to gasp.

He drags them out and moves wetness over your clit. You see stars at his rough rhythm.

“Slower,” you guide, touching his wrist. And he does, slowing his fingers, but not letting up any pressure.

“Like this?” He says you nod, forgetting he can’t see you. He takes the signal from your moans and circles his fingers, occasionally slipping them inside. The lewd squelching is somehow more emphatic in the dark.

“Can I taste you?” He asks, through a panting breath.

“Pleeease,” you moan, blissed out already. Can’t believe how eager you are. You can’t really come from being eaten out, but when he brings it up, you know it’s all you want.

His warm breath hovers over your pussy and he goes right to the source, lapping at your opening and swiping his fingers to feed himself.

It’s titillating to be actually eaten, hearing his delighted noises. Strange almost, especially in the dark. You stop thinking about it when he latches his mouth around your clit.

It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced. Usually, it’s a tongue flapping randomly and wildly over you with little effect. Like they're just guessing.

There is no guessing here. He’s swallowing, taking the whole of your flesh in his mouth and sucking. Your thighs shake uncontrollably. Another first.

He hooks an arm around your thigh and then his tongue starts, never letting off his suction, still sucking and releasing while never moving his lips away, gently running his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You squirm and moan, uncaring and unaware of the sounds you’re making. He finally lets off.

“Stay still for me?” And you freeze, willing to do anything to get his mouth on you like that again.

You anticipate his lips again but feel fingers plunge deep inside instead. He keeps them buried down to the webbing of his fingers, pulsing and pressing to the deepest part of you.

Then, his mouth, bringing that precious suction that makes your muscle quiver. Even the vibrator doesn’t get this reaction.

Everything burns at your core as you teeter on the edge. Gripping at the sheets, you bear down against him. He moans and the vibrations send you over the edge.

He never stops his pace, staying with your body as you come.

Coming down, you feel the mattress bowing as he grinds into the mattress, giving himself an enticing friction and feeling good for himself.

He rises up to your face, placing his skilled tongue right in your mouth. “Mph. I need to fuck you,” he groans. “Do you have?_”

“Yeah,” you say, before he can finish the sentence. You lean up and fumble in the darkness to pull a condom from the nightstand.

“Lay back,” you whisper with a hand on his chest, the darkness giving you a certain confidence. You climb on top of him, nerves still shaky.

He reaches for the wrapper in your hand, but you pull it away. You drag your fingertips over his shaft and stroke over him a few times, cupping his balls, feeling his breath hitch and feeling even more sensation in the darkness.

You open the wrapper and place the rubber on his tip, rolling it down with your hands until it's covered.

He groans, pulling you down to kiss and prodding his tongue inside. You spread your thighs over his lap and he grips hard as you slide down onto him, digging nails into the flesh of your ass. He’s happy to be inside you twice, bucking his hips up.

You let him stretch inside you, starting a rhythm and rolling your hips. It feels incredible. Sensations moving from your swollen pussy and out to your fingertips. He runs his hands up your chest, feeling the weight of your tits in his hands.

It's then when the lights come on, bright and harsh. You look up, blinded and distracted. Embarrassed.

He takes your chin in his hand and forces your eyes on him. “Don’t stop fucking me,” he says, pulling your hips over his, getting you moving again, reminding you of what you need. “Please, don’t stop fucking me,” he whines.

You nod and grind on him, feeling him press against your walls. The sound is lewd and wet as you circle your hips, barely rising on his shaft. He watches you, eyes surveying your body as you move with his hands on your hips. Finally taking you in.

He's so hot. Dark, sweaty hair sticks to his face. The faint light in the room allows his tattoos to be exposed. The sweat beads and pools between his chest and abs, tapering down to his little waist where your bodies are hot and connected. There’s simply too much for your eyes to take in.

“God, you're gorgeous,” he says.

“That's just what I was thinking,” you say, running your hands over his tight abs in response.

He put the pads of his fingers on your clit and you gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm. He barely moves them, just presses them against your clit as you grind and move and bounce.

He takes a deep breath, trying to hold back his own orgasm.

The pressure is too good, combined with the feeling of him pressed inside you to the deepest point. You can’t recognize the sounds coming from your mouth or explain the way your hips buck and grind above him.

“Oh my god,” he whines, and it's so hot. He loses himself as you cream and tighten around him, riding out another intense orgasm.

“Don't stop,” he moans. “Don't stop, ple_”

And you must muster everything to keep your body moving and grinding.

His jaw goes slack, head thrown back. You drag nails over his chest, acknowledging the goosebumps rising on his skin as he throbs inside.

He releases the grip on your hips and you collapse on top of him. Panting and catching your breath, he leans up, carefully tying off the condom.

You look at each other and laugh through your breath. He kisses you, running his hand through your hair. Drunk on each other.

There's laughter and commotion on the other side of the wall, and he appears surprised.

“Is this what it sounds like?" He asks, banging on the wall to his roommates on the other side.

Coming Up... Taehyung ;)

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thirstybtsthoughts · 1 year

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taehyung would have the hottest bedroom eyes n theres many pics to prove it

Oh absolutely 😏

Tae, Jimin and Joon - seductive bedroom eyes line imo

#bts #asks #anon #taehyung thirst

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jxngh · 2 years

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sexting with taehyung headcanon ⊰⊹ฺ

- in this headcanon i simply share my humble opinions about how they'd sext, what nicknames would they use, how often would you guys talk and stuff ❤‍🔥

enjoy! don't forget to comment or tell me your thoughts as anon if you'd like ✨

babes..

he's into it

king of thirst traps, almost every night sends a half naked or full picture

badly wants you to send him back

sends you voicenotes says you ' be a good girl for me ' with the most fkn attractive tone of his

he doesn't care if he's in public

would reply as shameless as you but sometimes tries to joke it off

idk if this is a word but yeah it should be

whispers the dirty things you've wrote to him in public and loves it when you react him

takes lots of pictures in everywhere so his phone has folders of your media.. you wrapped halfly with bedsheets..

hot ones help him get off 🥵

taglist : @nglmrk - @allora1233 - @youmyjhope - @raiiisstuff - @bookfrog242 - @athiesam - @hopestastic - @mapleglasses27 - @enhacolor [ ask to be added! ]

#taehyung smut #tae headcanon #tae smut #bts smut #taehyung #taehyung x y/n #tae x you #tae x reader #kim taehyung x reader #sexting series #taehyung thirst

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kookieswan · 2 years

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Ok my request is from one ask 👀👀

Sweet Blood 🩸 where MC is on her period with the boys👀👀👀 funny+fluffy+🥵🔥

Do your magic woman ✨✨✨

u’re da best! Tysm

Sweet Blood - Inhale

Poly!Demon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Poly AU, Demon AU, College AU, fluffy with some humor, Suggestive 👀

Warnings: Thirsty content, no actual sex. Dirty talk; TaeKook are filthy. Talk of blood/periods.

Summary: Never had you thought your period of all things would attract the attention of demons, and yet…

Notes: They’re filthy and soft and I love them. Thank you for requesting lovely ❤️

Sweet Blood Masterlist here!

Tags: @parkdatjimin @jookiemonie @pamzn

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“Are you okay?!” Jungkook is in front of you in an instant, looking surprisingly frazzled so early in the morning, eating. I thing more than some sweats. You pause, the spoon you’re holding hanging in the air as you stare at him.

“Yes? I’m literally sitting here eating cereal. I’m fine.” Fine except for the fact you feel like shit and it’s eight in the morning. It really can’t be helped though, the life of a college student is essentially a living nightmare. It doesn’t help that you have two addition nightmares living with you.

“I smell blood, you’re obviously bleeding from somewhere!” Bleeding? Blinking up at him, you go to respond before realizing what he’s smelling. Your period started last night, and apparently he can smell the blood leaking out of you. How embarrassing. Tae wanders in as you gape, eyebrows furrowed as he sets his sights on you, not wearing anymore than Jungkook is.

“Dove, are you alright? I can smell blood…” Clenching your legs together, you know that there’s not much you can do at this point. They’ve smelled the blood and aren’t likely to let it go because why would they? They’re like sharks in open water, pesky sexy annoying demons.

“I-um, yeah it’s fine. Don’t worry about it guys.” Ignoring them, you spoon the last few bites of cereal into your mouth as they stare on, unwilling to take your answer. They move in closer, because of course the would, and Taehyung places a gentle hand on your shoulder while Jungkook sits on the table next to you, face surprisingly gentle.

“Why would we not worry about it? If you’re injured we can help heal you, just show me where and I’ll take care of it.” Flashes of Jungkook licking over the wound to heal you from summoning Taehyung runs through your mind rapidly, the thought of him licking between your thighs to do the same soon following. Somehow your body manages to heat up even more as you scream internally at yourself to shut up.

“It’s not like that Jungkook…” Raising your eyebrows, you gesture to your lower tummy, praying that he gets the hint. His eyes remain confused while understanding washes over Taehyung’s face, a slow smirk creeping up the corners of his lips. Oh no.

“Kookie, our sweet little dove is on her period, not injured. I don’t believe there’s anything you can do to stop that.” At least one of them finally caught on. Letting out a sigh, you nod, mumbling about how it’s not a big deal as Jungkook smiles cheekily, and you just know Tae is doing the same.

“Maybe not, but I can help take your cramps away baby. I’ve heard orgasms do wonders.” Sputtering, you look to Taehyung to help but he just shrugs his shoulders, clearly not on your side and ready to tease. Horny bastards. Jungkook leans down, face to face with you as he brings a hand up to hold your chin between his fingers, head cocked and eyes dark. Why does he have to be so handsome…?

“Hm? I could stretch you out real nice with my fingers sweet thing, have you seeing stars. I bet it would help.” A clench of your tummy, a clench of your thighs, and the imagery runs wild. At least you can blame all the horny thoughts you’re getting on the hormones raging through your body and not on how badly you actually want them. You can’t do much more than fluster, eyes fluttering as Jungkook strokes his thumb over your cheek.

They both inhale deeply, and with how satisfied they look, it’s likely now they’re smelling more than just blood. The good side of your brain tells you to keep your thoughts clenched, and yet, you let them fall open slightly. Just enough to drive both men a little more wild. Tae hums, clearly satisfied with how pliant you’re being.

“I could always help too beautiful. Play with your little clit till you cum all over Jungkookies cock like a good girl. You want that?” Taehyung’s leaned in from beside you, cool breath drifting across your ear like a wave as you nod just barely. The whiney moan that escapes you really can’t be helped, especially at the sight of Jungkook’s eyes going completely black.

Taehyung gets closer, lips brushing against the side of your neck while Jungkook does the same, leaving a kiss against your jaw. Another whine escapes you, hands clenching against hot and cold skin alike, not sure whether to pull them closer or push them away. They’re so hot and fuck you want them so bad but… They’re demons...

“As lovely as that sounds, I have a class to go attend!” It’s not a lie, not really. Standing up quickly, you push the chair out and the demons away, going to grab the empty bowl as a wave of dizziness takes over you. Before you can even begin to stumble, both men have hands and arms wrapped around you, holding you firmly in place. Taehyung looks at you seriously, eyes softening as he analyses your face.

“I think what our dove might need instead is some bed rest, passionate lovemaking will have to wait. Would you like to stay home today ____? I’m sure your professor will understand.” Hesitantly, you nod. It still blows your mind how they can go from sex crazed to almost nurturing in the snap of a finger, and it blows your mind even more how endearing you find it. Jungkook’s voice comes out raspy yet affectionate as he places his hand on your forehead.

“He’ll have to understand because we’re not letting you leave the house; I’ll email him for you. You have a little fever, so how about we cuddle and watch a movie instead.” With that, Jungkook picks you up bridal style and starts to head toward you room, Taehyung ahead of him to open the door. What lovely horny gentleman they are. The pale demon pulls back your covers and allows Jungkook to set you on the bad, both fucking you in

“The offer still stands for us to fuck you later though baby; just say the words.” A loud scoff echoes through the room ad you role your eyes, Jungkook giggling to himself as Taehyung shakes his head. Snuggling into the bed, you reach out for the two of them.

“I’m your dreams. Now come cuddle.”

#sweet blood #poly taekook x reader #poly taekook #taekook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #jungkook thrist #taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #taehyung thirst #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts thirst #bts demon au

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jjksecondcheekmole · 1 year

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POV: You saw your high school crush at the gala you are attending with your boyfriend. You realise, the crush is still there

#kim taehyung #taehyung thirst #kim taehyung the most beautiful human being ever

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jiminswh0re · 8 months

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i have two hole for a reason.

#bts #bts nswf #kpop #bts smut #jimin smut #yoongi thirst #jimin thirst #jimin scenarios #jimin #jikook x reader #jimin hot #jungkook thirst #jungkook smut #namjoon #seokjin smut #taehyung #hobi smut #i can take them both

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kth1 · 10 months

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Omg this tiktok SENT ME

#tiktok thirst #mb #taehyung

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gimmethatagustd · 10 months

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#not me going on about how I love a man in a thin gold chain and a white tank #cuz of laundromat Jungkook #and then the love of my life posts THIS !!!!!#he knew I was thirsting over someone else and had to fix it #daddy taehyung

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nemjoonsart · 9 months

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JUNGKOOK for CALVIN KLEIN 🌸

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subtaegguk · 2 years

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Begging-Sub Kim Taehyung

you come home to walk in on tae masturbating and as a punishment, you sit aside and watch as he humps a pillow. making him beg for you to touch him but while you ignore his cries.

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"tae, i'm home!" you call out walking into your shared apartment. you kick off your shoes and let out a deep sigh of relief from finally being home after a long day. you were ready to just cuddle up with your boyfriend and catch up on some conversation. being with him always makes you feel better after a day at work. you place your keys and other belongings on the coffee table and make your way towards your bedroom.

"tae?" you call out again while walking up to the door. that's when you hear a high pitched whine coming from the other side. you stop as you were about to turn the doorknob and raise an eyebrow, listening again closely. you hear a moan this time and notice some faint wet sounds of lube being used. you don't recall him texting or calling you asking for permission to touch himself, actually you don't recall him texting you at all today. he told you before you left not to worry about him and just focus on your work with a kiss on the lips.

"y/n... fuck, please." you hear tae moan out again, quite loudly and the wet sounds intensifying. that's when you decide to walk into the room and disrupt his 'fun'. you watch tae's head whip towards the door in shock, he notices you and his eyes go wide and his face burns in shame. he quickly tries to cover himself up by grabbing a pillow from behind him and kicking the bottle of lube off the side of the bed. it falls with a loud thud and he flinches still looking at you in shock.

"is this why you told me not to worry, hm?" you ask, clearly not happy with the sight in front of you. you can feel your eyes dropping into a glare and your hands lightly twitching at your sides. tae continues staring with wide eyes, fiddling with the pillow in front of him. you walk up to tae and tower over him, snatching the pillow from covering him. he scrabbles to take it back and once he realizes he lost it he covers himself with his hands, feeling too exposed.

"i'm sorry y/n. i-i didn't expect you to be home so ear-" he starts to ramble and fumble over his words trying to make an excuse for disobeying you. though you hardly listen to him as you're thinking about a punishment to give him. you eye the pillow in your hand and smile a little when you come up with a plan. you place the pillow on the bed and place a finger over tae's lips to get him to stop talking. he immediately quiets and swallows, looking up at you with his pretty brown eyes.

"no excuse. get on the pillow, now." you command, leaving no room for argument. tae looks beside him to see the pillow there and looks back at you questioningly. you give one nod in response and raise an eyebrow at him as if you dare him to test you any further. he stares at the pillow once again and then climbs over it, one leg on each side. he hear him quietly hiss as his still hard cock comes into contact with it. you sit on the bed beside him and pull tae's hair so he's looking at you. he whimpers and grips the pillow underneath him, hips twitching against it, already so needy for you.

"since you're so desperate to feel pleasure, use the pillow to feel good." you spit with a glare and let go of his hair. you go to sit at the head of the bed against the headboard to watch while tae starts to move his hips slowly. you watch as his hips move a little faster and grind deeper as a frown grows on his face and a groan comes out of his mouth. you smirk as he grips the pillow tighter and tries again at a different angle, only to come out short and lets out a loud whine.

"what's the matter taetae, not enough?" you laugh at his struggle. tae looks up at you and whines again, pressing his hips deeper into the pillow trying to gain more friction on his cock.

"y/n, please. not enough, i need more." he whines out. you smile and scoot down the bed until you're in front of him. you look down at his cock against the pillow and laugh at the spot of precum starting to form. looking back up at tae, you lean into kiss him, only when tae leans in to capture your lips you lean back with a smile making him cry out. "please, i need you. i need your touch." he cries out. you notice his eyes starting to become glassy from unshed tears and you decide that you want to see them fall.

"i bet you do, but you won't be getting it right now," you start. you push tae's sweaty hair back from his forehead and he leans into the touch, whimpering. you smile before gripping it again and bringing his face close to yours. "you'll cum on this pillow or you won't cum at all, okay?" you finish, letting go of his hair and leaning back to watch him again. you notice the tears have started falling from his eyes and you smile, satisfied. as much as it may seem like tae hates this, you know he secretly likes it by the way his hips have not stopped moving since he started and the wet spot has grown since the last time you checked.

"y/n, please just a little touch? i'm begging." he moans out, moist eyes squeezed shut and his grip so tight on the pillow that his knuckles are white.

"no baby, but thanks for asking," you say with a smile, noticing the way tae's hips jump from the denial. "besides, it seems like you're enjoying the pillow and you were enjoying your hand earlier. seems like you don't need me baby." you finish with a sigh. that was tae's breaking point, his whole body shivers and he starts to grind against the pillow faster and harder than he has since he started, his moans and whines loud and beautiful to your ears.

"i do, i do need you y/n! only you, please touch me!" you moans loudly, more tears leaking from his eyes as he continues to reach his orgasm. you smile at how easy is to break him down to where he belongs, how pliant he becomes from just a few words. you love how you can make him whine and beg for you so easily, how you're the only one that can.

"sorry baby, but no. are you gonna cum soon, hm?" you ask. you notice the way his legs won't stop trembling, his cock won't stop leaking, and his moans can't stop coming out. he nods his head wildly, one hand letting go of the pillow to flick his nipple and making him tremble even more.

"i wanna cum, but i need you y/n, please." he whines out. he's such a needy mess for you and it makes you want to give in, but he also has to learn his lesson somehow. besides, you know he likes it, he gets off on the humiliation and the torture.

"you take what i give, since you're so needy to touch without permission. cum on the pillow tae, or don't cum at all." you say, repeating yourself from earlier. tae cries out, but his hips never stop moving and his body never stops trembling, taking pleasure in you being so mean to him.

"fuck, y/n... i'm gonna cum!" he moans out loudly, his breaths picking up and his grinding becoming faster. he comes when his fingers pinches his nipple. his hips stutter and then stills, his moans are high pitched and short, his legs shaking violently. you praise him as he cums, running your hand through his hair gently. as he comes down, you continue your praise and he whimpers from such an hard orgasm.

"so good for me, you took your punishment well." you tell him once he's fully down and laying on your chest. he whispers out a 'thank you', exhausted from it all and only wanting to be cuddled and babied. you kiss the top of his head and rub little circles on his back until you feel his breaths slow down and become even.

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The Local ♡

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Words: 3.6K

Summary: How Taehyung and O/C met :) Smut, flirting, and skinny-sipping. Can be read alone or be read in the CIGARETTE BURNS universe.

Notes/Tags: SMUT, angst, one-night stand, sex, drinking, cigarettes, skinny-dipping, Taeconda is real, build up at the beginning and smut at the end.

♡♡♡

Opening your eyes and propping up on your elbows, you look around the unfamiliar room.

Where am I?

Whose bed is this?

What happened last night?

Your weary eyes aren’t open long before they instinctively shut due to the throbbing pain in your head.

Trying to keep the brief image alive behind your eyelids, you attempt to nail down where you are. This bedroom is as big as your whole apartment and is unfamiliar.

“Good morning,” a voice says from the other side of the bed, and your eyes shoot open to look over at the barely familiar stranger.

“You were pretty gone last night,” he says, tilting his head. “You remember?”

Letting out a painful groan, you rub your eyes and lay back on the pillows. “If you were there, maybe you should tell me.”

“Well, you went pretty hard for a Wednesday,” he says, scrolling on his phone. Then, he looks over at you. “No judgment,” he adds.

He sits up under the blanket with no shirt. Lifting the covers, you peek beneath to confirm your suspicions. And again, your eyes fall shut, head collapsing on the pillows in regret.

“You don’t remember,” he remarks and sighs sarcastically. “My poor ego.” He places his phone on his lap, offering you his undivided attention.

You open your mouth to snark at him before it hits you. “What day did you say it was?”

“Yesterday was Wednesday, so today is...” He trails off.

You leap out of bed, clutching pillows to your naked body, panicking. “What time is it?”

“Five after ten,” he says, standing from the bed in unabashed nudity. You quickly dart your eyes.

“Shit.” You scramble around, searching for your clothes, phone, or anything. The trail of your belongings leads the way out of the bedroom.

“What's the rush?” He asks, following you around the living room.

“My chem final starts in ten minutes and I can't even begin to fathom the levels of screwed I'll be if I miss it,” you sputter, struggling to get last night's crumpled, inside-out clothes on.

“Can I have your number?” he asks, helping you get your head through your shirt collar. “I'd love to see you again.”

You give a dismissive wave of your hands. “Look. If we meet again, we can call it ‘Meant To Be’ and start fresh. It’s not like I remember a thing that happened, anyway.” You tuck the last of your belongings into the crook of an arm. “Right now? I’m late.”

He heads down the hallway leading back to the bedroom, and you rush to the front door, unable to even consider giving this guy another second.

And you stop as your hand reaches the doorknob, realizing you haven’t answered your waking question.

Where am I?

Turning, you’re relieved to see he’s returned from the hall. Only now, he’s carrying aspirin and a water bottle, handing them to you.

“Where am I?” you ask, frantic. “How do I get to campus?” Wondering if you're even close enough to make it in the next 8 minutes.

“I can drive you_” He starts to offer.

“Like this?” you retort, eyes glancing down at his bare presentation and sighing heavily. “Can I get there on foot?” you ask, taking the aspirin and cracking open the water bottle.

He exhales, finally giving in. “Run 2 blocks at full speed that way and you just might make it,” he points.

“Thanks,” and you're out in a flash, run-of-shaming your way to campus.

“What's your name?!" He shouts down the hall behind you, peeking his head out the door.

You ignore him and continue dashing, all the while scolding yourself. It serves you right for celebrating the end of the semester too soon.

♡♡

That night, you’re at the bar again with the morning’s hangover a distant memory. It's crowded as everyone celebrates the actual end of the semester.

You arrive with Jungkook, a neighbor you’ve been hooking up with for a few weeks, planned to spend the evening hanging with a mixed group of friends.

You approach the bar on your own for a drink. Your eyes scan the crowd as you wait for the bartender. They stop on someone familiar.

A few patrons down, there he is. The dark and gorgeous one-night stand, looking straight at you with a cocked eyebrow, pleasantly surprised to see you.

You look down at the bar top, chuckling to yourself.

Out of the corner of your eye, he struts toward you and stops short, sitting a couple of stools away. He leaves the first move to you.

You sit down on the closest stool and sip your drink. Looking anywhere but ahead, at the risk of seeing JK or meeting eyes with this stranger, feeling the heat on both sides of you.

Unable to help yourself, you catch his eye, noticing the onset of a coy smirk at the corners of his lips.

He’s stubborn and not giving in. He knows you’re intrigued by this silent game. The push and pull of it all.

He moves over one stool closer and your shoulders are almost touching.

You give in, but maintain looking ahead.

“Are you gonna ask how my final went?”

Just then, a friend shouts your name, greeting you with a wave as she passes.

He repeats your name, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Like he’s trying to taste it.

“How was your chem final? Did you even make it on time?” He asks.

“Barely. And I barely squeaked out a C.”

“But you did. I’m proud of you. Cheers,” he celebrates, lifting his glass.

He sips his drink, and it gets quiet for a moment. You feel the need to fill the silence, adding on.

“And thanks for the aspirin. It really staved off the headache.”

“You’re welcome,” he says in a questionable tone, going up slightly at the end.

Suspicious, you continue your train of thought. “And thank you for letting me crash at your place. I was pretty far gone and anything could’ve happened to me.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “You’re welcome, and I don’t need any thanks. It was the thing to do.” He pauses before continuing. “Plus, you were pretty insistent.”

You scoff and glare at him. “I was not.”

“Oh, has your memory suddenly returned?” He snarks, playfully, but you shut up “I just wanted to take you somewhere safe to crash, but, we got home and you totally mauled me.”

“I mauled you?!” you squawk in disbelief.

“Yes, you mauled me and took what you wanted from me and then you just woke up, brushed me off, and ran out without even telling me your name,” he says, nodding and pointing his index finger. “You were an ass.”

He feels equally honest and playful, but you can tell he’s serious about that part. And you take a deep breath to reflect and ease the pang of guilt that washes over you.

“You’re right. I am an ass. I’m sorry for brushing you off and rushing out. You were so sweet to offer to drive me, too.”

“I know,” he says, milking this for every drop.

“Should I apologize for mauling you? Or…” you joke.

“No, I liked that part,” he smirks, and a flutter sinks down to your gut. Landing like more of a punch.

“Is my tongue-lashing over now?”

“For now,” he replies, offering a wink that sends a second set of flutters to your stomach faster than the first time. He signals the bartender for the next round.

“So you said something before?”

You roll your eyes, knowing where this is going. “Yeah?”

“You said, if we met again, it must be ‘meant to be’.”

“I said that,” you confirm. And you’re suddenly reminded of JK, the last time you knew it was ‘meant to be with a guy’.

It still does.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day and I played out all the ways it might happen.” He looks off into the distance. Maybe we’d meet up 5 or 10 years from now and the timing is right. Or… maybe I’d be thinking about that girl that ran out of my apartment so rudely and never see her again. But it’s neither." He smiles, and it’s too sweet. “Today is the day.”

“Well, you’re quite the romantic.”

He chuckles, sipping his drink. “Something like that.”

“Taehyung,” he says, extending his hand. “So. Your finals are out of the way. We’ve exchanged names and agreed we’re meant to be,” he says, like he’s checking things off a list. “What do you say about making this an at least 2-night stand?”

“Ok,” you reply.

You shuffle on your feet, knowing you’ve already made plans with JK, but you can’t deny the attraction to this stranger.

“You wanna get out of here?” He suggests.

“Sure.” looking around and nervous. “Just…Give me a minute, ok?”

“You're not gonna run out on me, are you?” he asks. “You can just say ‘no’.”

And you believe him.

“I'm saying ‘yes’,” you assure, placing a hand on his chest. “I just need to check-in with someone.”

♡♡

After poorly excusing yourself, you follow Taehyung outside the bar. It doesn’t seem like Jungkook picked up on anything.

“So, who’s he?” He asks as you stroll down the sidewalk.

You think about it. “My neighbor is the best way to put it.”

“I saw you guys together last night. He looks like a drip.”

“He isn't,” you defend.

“Then why didn't you go home with him last night?” He snarks.

“Unlike me, he would never get trashed the night before a big final. He went home at a decent hour, before it all went black.”

“Oh,” he rolls his eyes. “So why didn’t you go home with him tonight?” he smirks.

Slightly peeved, you change the subject. “Why are you dressed like that?” You hardly ever see a guy in a button-up and slacks around here.

“I graduated last year, but I work just nearby.”

“Yeah? What do you do?”

“Private equity & Investment banking”

You cackle. “Speaking of a drip.”

“Touché.”

Something about the banter is familiar. Memories from last night become less fuzzy as you talk.

“Was that your house?” You ask, remembering the massive mansion that certainly couldn’t be his.

“My parents. They’re vacationing in Europe for a few months.”

“So you’re from around here?” You ask, intrigued. “Ah, I haven’t met a local yet.”

“Born and raised,” he says.

“Now that I think about it, I don’t even know what exists outside of these few blocks around campus.”

He stops in his tracks, gazing at you. It’s hypnotic. “Let me show you?”

“Sure,” you nod, a little weary. “Where are we going?”

He reaches his hand out and pulls you in, kissing you. Soft. You inhale and pull away, feeling your body set on fire.

“A local spot. Are you up for an adventure?”

He unlocks his fancy car, opening the door for you to walk inside.

♡♡

A short drive later, he slows down a beaten path, through some woods, and parks beneath the trees.

“Is this the part of the story where I get murdered?” You ask, as he parks.

“No. My friends and I used to hang out here all the time. Let's go.”

You both head to the rear of the trunk, where he removes a duffel bag. He pulls a bottle of liquor from a side pocket, cracks the top, and sips from it. You take it and swig from it too, hiding the wince.

He carries the bag with him as you begin walking to the lake. It’s beautiful. Serene. The water is luminescent beneath the moonlight.

He lays out a blanket just by the shore and you walk up to the water, dipping your toes in. It’s cold and refreshing at once.

Taehyung lines up his body behind you, wrapping arms around your waist. He kisses down the line of your neck and over your shoulders.

“And how many times have you done this?”

“Done what?” He asks. His voice is like honey.

“How many girls have you brought to this spot? With the blanket by the lake and the charming moonlight reflecting on the water?” You mock, craning your neck back to face him.

You’re on to all of his antics and want to make sure he knows.

“Plenty,” he admits, and you’re taken aback by his honesty. “But none from out of town,” he offers. He kisses you deep before you can speak and it works.

He pulls away and starts removing his clothes.

“Who’s eager now?” You tease.

“Well, we can't swim in our clothes.”

The realization slowly dawns on you when he pauses his motion at his fly.

“Are you in?”

You think for just a moment and remove your clothes, handing them over. He tosses them on top of the blanket.

He walks past you and directly into the lake, ducking his head below the surface before reemerging.

“You coming?” He asks, backtracking to where you’re only ankle-deep in the cool water. “Come on.”

“I’m coming,” you say, inching your way in.

“Do it faster,” he says.

“It’s cold,” you whine back.

He makes a huge splash and you gasp, sprayed from head to toe.

“Faster,” he says, splashing again, and you chase him into the water. Horse playing, splashing, wrestling, and erupting in giggles at the surface.

You settle, wrapped around each underwater. The noise settles.

“I was trying not to get my hair wet,” you scold.

“Why?” He asks, and you regret mentioning it.

“Cause it’s gonna…” you gesture wildly around your head. “Dry all weird.”

“Yesterday, I watched you barf into my mother’s rose bushes. I think we’re past that level of modesty.”

You shut your eyes in utter embarrassment. It’s bad enough it happened, but you can’t even remember.

“No, I didn’t,” you tell yourself out loud.

“Yes, you did,” he laughs.

You let go of his body and sink yourself underwater, playfully wishing you can sink to the bottom forever.

He gets hands under your shoulders and hoists you up, amused. Placing you back where you were around his torso.

“Why would you even want to see me again?” You ask, shaking your head.

He looks at you for a moment, perplexed.

“Honestly, I don’t know. There’s just something about you, I guess,” he says, and you’re not sure how to reply. He breaks the silence. “I mean, besides you being an eager lay,” he adds.

“Jerk,” you say, splashing. Then you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, arms draped around his shoulders.

“I’m really going to have to refresh your memory, huh?” pressing your lips to his. He pushes closer to you, feeling his hard cock press against you.

“Oh,” you mutter. He’s hard on the thrill. It’s huge.

“Things are slowly coming back to me,” you say, kissing his lips.

“Like what?”

“I remember it hurt to walk this morning, much less run to class.”

He smiles, nods shyly. “Well, that’s something.”

“And your voice. I don’t remember meeting, but I remember that once I heard your voice, I needed to take you somewhere.”

He kisses you, wading in the water. “And you did. And you had your way with me.”

“Yeah,” you laugh. And you duck your head into his shoulder.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You were taking exactly what you wanted. It was hot.

“And I wanted it too. I could’ve just put you in a car and sent you home if all I wanted was for you to get home safe.”

You push his wet hair back from his face. He continues.

“Last night, you told me you and your friends from home would hang out by the lake. That’s why I brought you here.

♡♡

After a while (and some making out), you’re making your way back to the shore.

Laying you back on the blanket, his eyes go narrow, looking at you like prey to be devoured. His fingertips are between your thighs, sending electricity up your spine as he lines himself between your knees.

You kiss wildly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses his naked body against you.

Reaching down, you grab his hard length, guiding him to the center.

You gasp when he presses the tip inside. He stays there for a while, stretching you wide.

“Oh shit,” you remark, feeling how big it is inside.

“Is that okay?”

“More,” you moan, gasping.

“Yeah?” and he pushes in deeper. “Greedy,” he says.

You nod and moan through a bitten lip. The hard ground scrapes against your back and you don’t care.

“Do you want more, Greedy?” he challenges, pulsing his tip in and out. “I’ve got plenty to give you.”

The nickname eggs you on and you feel yourself become different. Somehow darker, and hyper-focused.

“I want it to hurt,” you whisper, and it triggers him.

He shoves to the hilt and your ears ring. Three or four good thrusts, slapping into you. It feels like you might split in half in the best way.

He stops and looks at your face, wondering if you’ve had enough yet.

It’s a dare, a silent challenge.

And he pulls back and slams inside again. Your hands are braced over your lower belly, where you swear you can feel him bulging through. He grips your hips and lowers your body to him over and over.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he instructs, and you are uncaring of the world around you. Almost forgetting you’re in the woods.

“Bossy,” you seethe, looking up at him and bringing your legs further apart. You pull his head down for a kiss, biting his bottom lip and tasting blood.

He brings his hand to his mouth and swipes at the wound.

He slams in again and you yelp at the pressure on your cervix. He leans down to your face.

“Mouthy,” he seethes and covers his hand over your mouth. He watches as he pulls his cock slowly out, leaving you hopelessly empty. You whine behind the flesh of his palm.

“Turn over,” he instructs, stern. Never letting his hand leave your face. He uses his free hand to spank you. It’s hard, echoing into the trees.

You’re shocked, seeing spots for a moment and unsure what happened. But you find yourself asking for more.

“More,” you whine, muffled behind his hand.

He pulls his hand straight off your mouth, like he knows what you said.

“What was that, Greedy?” He asks, halting his motion.

You fuss beneath him, bucking your hips back, trying to take more of him in. He doesn’t cave.

“I can’t hear you, Greedy,” he says, twisting your hair into a ponytail in his hands and pulling up slightly.

“Again,” you cry, and he hits you again as he slams himself inside from behind. He resumes plowing, and it’s heaven. You're helpless as he rams inside. Gasping and panting, drool rolling down your chin.

He goes impossibly faster, and you grasp at the ground beneath you.

“So glad I get to be in this pussy again, fuck,” he moans. The slap echoes.

He pulls your hair back further, arching your back deeper. His warmth spills inside.

♡♡

You lay there for a while, panting and catching your breath, sitting in silence for a while and processing what just happened.

“Did we do that last night?” You ask, somewhat embarrassed and processing the name-calling, the spanking, and why you liked it so much.

“Do what?”

“Did you spank me?”

“No. You have to be in the right headspace for that type of thing. Besides, you took more of the lead last night.”

You nod.

“Was it okay?” He asks. “Was there anything you don’t want to do again?”

You think for a long time and he’s all ears. “It’s ok,” he whispers. “Think about it.”

You do and shake your head. You liked everything, you're just not sure why.

“This was fun,” he says, drying his damp hair with his shirt.

“Can I have your number?” You ask “I’d love to see you again,” parroting him from this morning.

He doesn’t respond, smiling and removing a pack of cigarettes from the bag and offering you one.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke,” you say.

“Oh?” he laughs. “You did last night.”

You’re mortified, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I’m not smoking right now,” you correct.

He takes a drag and gazes at you, slowly handing the lit cigarette over. A challenge.

Accepting it, you take a drag, holding it deep before letting it out.

“Mmm, you look good like this,” he comments.

You shrug. “There’s something about every cigarette I smoke being the ‘last one ever’,” you say, taking another drag. “Makes it that much better each time I smoke one.”

He nods. “What I meant is, you look good when you’re doing exactly what you want.”

Smiling, you pass it back to him. He continues. “So, you're seeing that guy? Your neighbor?”

“Sort of,” you shrug.

“Sounds kind of messy,” he remarks.

And you’re a little resentful at the accusation. He passes the cig back to you.

“It’s nothing serious.”

“Either way, I just want to be upfront. I like hanging out and I want to see you again, but I don't really do relationships.”

“I'm not asking for one,” you say, taking another draw.

“I'm just saying. If you're seeing other people, and you like them, you should keep seeing them. I prefer to keep things pretty casual.”

“Ok.”

He leans over to kiss you amidst the smoke. The night is quiet, silent, except for the hum of the woods and the stillness of the water nearby.

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