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Paper cranes | 방탄소년단

okay okay so I was just scrolling through Tumblr which led me to a link that said “out of these random objects, what would be their favourite?”

And one of the answers was ‘a paper crane’.

And that got me thinking, what if;

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Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘵

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘣“𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳?“ 𝘸𝘢𝘴 “𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴“

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘨

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘬𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨, 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘮𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦

Shy!Jungkook 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴

a/n: It was 4:30 in the morning by the time I finished this…

Date posted: 17/08/23

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# - “𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐃𝐎? 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘?”

☆彡 1 : 29pm

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : In which Megumi has a hidden crush on you and plans to keep it that way until a certain pink haired boy and 6’3 man-child take it upon themselves to help.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : The fluffiest of fluff

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megumi fushiguro is not new to the feeling of embarrassment.

In fact, he’s quite used to it considering he’s best friends with Itadori Yuji and Nobara Kugisaki, who apparently can’t go a single day without causing some sort of a scene. As well as being raised by a certain white haired, 6’3 man adorned with a black blindfold.

“Stop it! Why didn’t you order your own if you’re just gonna eat off my plate?!” A certain pink haired boy screamed, slapping away the greedy hands of the ginger.

Nobara quickly whips back her hands to her chest, cradling them with a look of offence for one, being slapped and two, being denied food, replied; “maybe because I wasn’t hungry then?!”

Yuji stared at Nobara with a blank face, “go order now then!”

Now it was Nobara’s turn to stare at Yuji, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “No! cause it’ll take too long and I won’t be hungry by then!”

“Yeah cause you’ll have eaten all of mine!” At this point, Megumi wanted to slam his head onto the table as if to wake him up from this embarrassment. But he couldn’t, because if that were to happen then he’d gain the attention of a certain y/c/h sat just three tables away.

All Megumi had done since they arrived 30 minutes ago was sit in a corner booth, with his head turned towards you and stare at your angelic form while sat opposite the two loudest idiots he calls his best friends with half his face buried in his high collar.

That was until you turned your pretty head towards them. Their table. Him.

At this realisation, Megumi’s eyes widened and a blush crept up his neck and stained his cheeks as he quickly whipped his head in the opposite direction, conveniently towards the wall next to him.

Or maybe not so convenient considering he probably looked like an idiot staring at a plain wall. But what else was he supposed to do when the one person he actually liked was staring straight at him?

Well, maybe not at him exactly but he was grouped with these idiots considering he was sat at the same table so that counted for something.

This was certainly not the way he wanted you to notice him.

And this did not go unnoticed by a particular boy sat opposite him, suddenly forgetting the petty argument moments before as he he took notice of his friends red face hidden in the collar of his uniform. Also, why was he staring at a wall? He’d barely even touched his food?

Observing the repetitive way Megumi’s eyes would go back and forth from darting around the cafe to quickly look at something or someone across the room.

Confused, Yuji’s eyes slowly followed where Megumi’s went.

Oh.

Oh.

The next day, Yuji took it upon himself to help his best friend out. And who better to recruit than the one and (thankfully) only Satoru Gojo, who was very keen on taking part in this plan.

What kind of adoptive father would he be if he didn’t help his growing son find love. Just the thought brought a tear to his eye.

Sat behind the dark haired boy in question, Yuji, as inconspicuous as he could possibly be (considering he was sat next to Nobara), raised his hand in a thumbs up motion. A signal that the plan was ready.

Satoru took notice of this as well as the longing gaze Megumi held as he tried to discreetly take a glance at you every few seconds. How had he not noticed before?

With a very loud and very obvious fake cough, Satoru gained the attention of his students. Satoru went to stand from his chair when he accidentally knocked some books over which were conveniently (or not so conveniently) placed on the corner of his desk where the said books landed on his feet, perfect.

“Ak! I’m injured!! Man down!” Their teacher yelled as he dramatically fell to the floor with the back of his hand placed on his forehead as if he was in one of Nobara’s dramas. He probably took inspiration from them actually.

The students, clearly not fazed in the slightest, turned back to their previous conversations ignoring the cries for help coming from the floor. Except for you of course.

Standing up and making your way towards your “injured” teacher, you crouched down to eye level as he lay motionless on the floor as if already succumbed to his fatal injuries if not for him peeking from under the arm that lay across his face.

“OH! Y/n-chan! My saviour! I feel as though I may not make it…” the said teacher explained in an overly dramatic sigh. “I’m sure you will Gojo” you replied with a slight pat on his stomach. “But if I don’t… I want you to do something for me-”

Before Gojo could ramble on any further he was cut short, “I’m not buying you mochi” you stated with a blank face.

“I understand why you would think that but no” he started before quickly switching back into his role, “these books that just so happened to fall in unison onto my now clearly fractured foot, needed to be delivered to principal Yaga! Oh what am I to do now!” Your teacher explained in an almost pained voice while flailing around on the floor.

“Why doesn’t Y/n do it!” The pink haired boy popped up from behind Megumi, who had been watching the ridiculous scene play out. “What a wonderful idea Yuji! Oh could you Y/n-chan? Would you help an injured man like me deliver these urgently needed books for me?” Gojo’s voice now laced with faux desperation while you were left confused, did he owe principal Yaga something again? Is that what this was about?

“Uhm, I suppose so, sure.” You could barely get the words out before Gojo jumped up onto his feet, realising his mistake and quickly leaning against his desk, the “fractured” foot elevated in the air. “Megumi! Why don’t you help Y/n-chan out huh? Be a gentleman will you?”

Megumi, already figuring out what he was up to planned on declining before he set his eyes on you. He didn’t care if he came off as rude, but to you? Megumi didn’t want you to think he was some sort of high and mighty jerk. That was the last thing he wanted.

So with a huff, Megumi stood, stuffing both hands into his pockets as he made his way towards you.

“You didn’t need to help me. They aren’t that heavy anyway” you tried explaining as you both walked towards Yaga’s office, trying to fill the silence with something, anything.

“It’s fine, really.” Did you not like his presence? Why were you acting so awkward? “So… your friends are pretty loud huh” you chuckled out.

Megumi grimaced at the recent memory, “You remember that?” He prayed that you wouldn’t remember that time, or at least not remember him.

“How could I not, it was pretty entertaining. Especially the way you stared at a wall” so you did notice him. “It was better than listening to them squabble.” He grumbled out with a sour look plastered on his face until he heard the prettiest sound leave your mouth, reminding him of a soft melody.

You laughed. Sure it was at him but you laughed at him. He made you laugh!

“Squabble? What are you? An old man?” You managed to wheeze out, the previous awkwardness quickly forgotten about.

“Y’know, with the way you’re teasing me and if I didn’t know any better, I might think you like me” what was meant to come out as a joke only started a chain of teasing on both parts. “I could say the same to you mr. Fushiguro” you retorted, a sly smile sneaking it’s way onto your face.

“And if I do? Would that be okay?” The sudden seriousness his voice held startled you. Slowing to a stop, you looked up at his tall frame and saw how genuine and truthful his eyes were causing a blush to quickly rise to your cheeks.

Averting your gaze towards the floor, you answered with a small smile,

“I suppose it would”

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— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓.2

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : just pure crack activity

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A dinner invitation | 방탄소년단

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : After accepting a dinner invitation at your manager’s house, you hadn’t expected what the night would bring, or did you?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Taehyung x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : straight smut :]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : unprotected sex (put some protection on that erection), fingering (f receiving), Tae’s a hoe.

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With a frustrated sigh, you shut the bathroom door and banged your head lightly on it. "Stupid“ You thought over and over. There was no getting away from the facts though, you were as aroused as you’d ever known and needed relief. With trembling-sweating palms you fumbled through your purse for your keys and un-clipped your keychain vibrator at the third attempt, silently thanking God for small miracles. "I can't even control my own hands anymore“ You murmured to herself.

Smiling slightly, you dropped your damp skirt and inched your naked ass onto the cold black marble counter top. Leaning back against the mirror, you spread your thighs and ran your fingers over your dripping clit and closed your eyes as your body trembled at your own touch. You were close...really close to stepping off the edge of bliss. Turing on the vibrator and feeling the pulsating beat dance up your fingers, you felt your body flood with more juices. Bracing a foot against the rim of the sink, you slipped the vibrator into your open, dripping body. Sinking the vibrator back and forth, you fingered your clit and thought of your date.

It had all started with the dinner invitation: just a simple, "Will you have dinner with me sometime?" It was an invitation that should have never been given and never been accepted because of your working relationship. You knew that any relationship between you both had to be nipped in the bud. You smiled wickedly, you liked playing with fire and for once- you were going to play and had accepted the invitation.

Waiting for him to come into the living room from the kitchen, you thought of the man who you hoped would become your lover. Tall for his Asian descent, Taehyung carried himself with a strong sense of pride and joyfulness. Those months of working with him as your manager, slowly built the tension so tight that a knife couldn't cut it and had fellow employees looking at you both with knowing grins. Catching him walking into the room, you watched him move towards you, the dimmed lights making his ink black hair shine with an iridescent blue hue. Your eyes roved over his body taking in the button-up black shirt that hugged the slim muscles of his chest and arms and the tight blue jeans that hugged his hips and outlining the long, muscular thighs and calf of his legs.

"Madam, your whiskey-laced tea" You chuckled as Taehyung handed you a glass coffee cup, his palm and long fingers dwarfing the small cup. "Thank you, Tae" Playfully, you lowered your eyes and peered at him from beneath your lashes, "Now, if I'm guessing right, I think you've been avoiding this question all night, but I need to know why you invited me to dinner tonight”

Taehyung looked at her, really looked. Your shoulder-length, dark brown hair fell gently around your sharp cheek bones that told the story of the native blood that flowed in your veins. The backlight from a lamp cast a soft glow around your face giving you a classic sexy look, but behind your tiny, silver glasses, your dark eyes held his, waiting for his answer. "I think you know Y/n. You know I've asked Erin about you”

". . . and I've seen the women you date" You cut Taehyung off, it was rude, but you wanted answers, and not the answers your friends could give you. "I'm not like them. Taehyung, I know you've talked to Erin, she's told you many times that I'm not someone who takes sex, dating, and all the other stuff that goes with it lightly. I know that she's told you how I feel about myself, which means you know that I'm really insecure about myself and how I look”

"How you look? My God Y/n, your body's perfect!" You raised an eyebrow and looked at his whiskey brown eyes. You knew he was telling you the truth; one of the knacks you acquired over the years was the ability to read people's eyes, and his were just devouring you. Softly he said, "You have a body that a man can fall into Y/n, soft and rounded. Those women you’ve seen me with . . . they mean nothing" Taehyung sat on the couch next to you and leaned his head back against the soft, buttery black leather, "Not anymore” he finished with a distant smile.

You looked though the sliding door of Taehyung’s apartment and stared into the darkened sky beyond the pool. You knew he wasn't lying; you just couldn't bring yourself to accept that someone as good looking and sought after, as Taehyung, would want to become your lover. Still looking out into the distance you took a sip of your laced tea, and nearly killed yourself as you chocked, sputtering your tea all over yourself as Taehyung’s quiet words washed over your musing form. Turning your head sharply, your eyes clashed with his. "Did I hear you correctly?!”

Taehyung smiles, "Yes you heard me correctly" He paused and watched hungrily as your fingers brushed over the drops of tea that had landed on the curved, swollen rise of your breast. Licking his full lips, he groaned softly, not noticing as your eyes glanced to his suddenly flushed face. Slowly you, dipped your fingers into the deep cleft of your breasts made by the confinement of your bra and smiled, reflecting the wickedness and passion your body was starving for. Watching his eyes fix on the fingers that rested between your warm breasts, you whispered his name softly, "Taehyung?"

Taehyung jerked his gaze to meet yours and realized they were focused on his flushed face, he said ; "Have you ever played "I want you to . . .?"

Your mind reeled. You not only knew the game really well, but you knew, personally, the author who originated the game through one of his own erotic stories. As if through a fog, you heard Taehyung’s voice washing over you, "From your look, I can guess that you do know the story, where it comes from, and its meaning”

With a trembling hand, you set what was left of your tea on the small coffee table and looked directly into Taehyung’s eyes and read the promise of what was to come. "Yes. I know the game and the story very well. Mr. Kim is quite a pleasurable writer. He's a very good friend of mine. We met when I complimented him on one of his pieces. From there on it's been a great friendship"

"You know him?"

You looked up and raised your eyebrows, your gaze never leaving his face as he shifted his body toward yours. "What's wrong with that?" You asked quietly, tracing one of the leather buttons on the couch's seat.

"Nothing. I've always wanted to meet him. His stories leave something to the imagination”

You bowed your head and chuckled. You knew how well his stories could lead to the imagination and hoped that you and Taehyung could sometime act them out.

"Well then" He mused aloud in the heavy silence of the apartment, amazed that you knew Mr. Kim and his writings.

"Tae . . ." You scooted closer to him on the couch, your knees touching his thighs as you faced him. Your eyes betrayed your uncertainty at the reaction you received from Taehyung about your online friendship.

Taehyung smiled and reached out to trace your full lips, with his broad tipped fingers, "I was just surprised that you would know someone through e-mail, but you've never met him in person" Trailing off, he leaned forward and kissed your small pert nose. "Now, back to the original concern of tonight, I'm going to make you see that I want you and only you. Do you still want to play?" At your small nod, his smile broadened into a grin. "I want you to kiss me Y/n. Kiss me with all that passion you've been storing up for me at work”

You blushed. You couldn't help it, you thought you had kept your desires in check at work, but apparently Taehyung, and others, had noticed. Shifting once more on the couch, you rose over his lounging form and pressed your lips gently against his warm firm lips and felt them soften as your tongue gently ran a warm, wet line across the seam. With a growl, Taehyung deepened the kiss, his mouth opening on yours. Slipping your tongues into the other’s welcoming mouths you explored, tasted. Shifting your mouth, you coxed his tongue deeper into yours and returned the favor to him. Soon, the kiss spiraled deeper and deeper into heated passion, your mouths and tongues dancing a duel of possession that was as old as time.

With a quiet moan, you lowered your upper body against Taehyungs, your hips pressing into his side, your soft, lush lips closed firmly against his to stop his thrusting tongue from taking possession of the kiss. Chuckling, Taehyung pulled back and rested his head against the back of the couch, his heaving breath mixing with yours in an attempt to breathe. Slowly he ran his hand down your smooth hair, wrapping his fist around it once he reached the layered ends.

You shifted your weight as Taehyung’s hand tightened his possession on you. Grinning, your straight white teeth gleaming, you straddled his thigh, your skirt rising to expose your long toned thighs. "I want you to kiss my neck" Taehyung arched a black eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. Tugging on your hair to bring your head softly to the opposite side of his tilted face, Taehyung’s firm lips caressed your jaw down to the dancing pulse in your throat. Taking a deep breath, Taehyung inhaled your own feminine sent and perfume before he traced your vein with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he clamped his lips and teeth over the vein and felt you responding exclamation of "Oh!" along with the deep grind of your hips against his leg as he suckled the soft, giving flesh.

Letting go of your hair, his mouth lifting from your neck, he shifted their bodies and lowered you onto your back; the leather of the couch sinking as his weight settled over yours. Just as slowly as he lowered your bodies, your hands rose in panic and shoved at his broad shoulders.

"Taehyung . . .?" Your body tensed under his in fear of knowing what he was going to do.

"Sh . . ." His eyes met your own and held your gaze. "All you have to do is say 'Stop' and it all ends" You nodded and tilted your head back as Taehyung lowered his lips once again to the vulnerable skin of your neck.

"You know Y/n..." Kevin whispered as he nibbled and sucked on your ear, "I've wanted to this for the year and a half I've known you. I've always wanted you, even before you became a manager and you turned that sexy I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-think attitude on me” Pulling back from your sweet neck, Taehyung looked into your closed eyes. "You're mine Y/n. Mine." Taehyung lowered his head and sank his teeth into your neck and shoulder muscles, branding you as his and only his by marring the soft, white skin.

Your back arched off the couch, pain mingling with pleasure of having his teeth press onto the soft skin, your hips ground into the hard thigh that pressed you deeper into the couch as you felt his firm mouth suckling your neck. "Ah . . . shit . . . Tae . . ." You murmured as you pulled away from his mouth. You were trembling and your neck felt like it was on fire. Slowly his words came back to you "You're mine--. . ." You laughed and basked in the pleasure of his words even as your fingers came to rest on the tender spot. Just from the low throbbing sensation you felt, you knew you’d have trouble hiding it when you went into work the next day.

"I want you to give me permission to do what I want to your body Y/n. I want total control." Taehyung raised himself from your body and sat at the base of your feet, waiting for an answer and your surrender. You smiled to yourself, a pleased happy smile . . . you were getting what you had wanted ever since you first saw him. Lowering your fingers to the buttons of your blouse, you flicked them open to reveal the black cami, lacey black bra, and creamy white skin underneath. Sitting up, never breaking his gaze from yours, you shrugged off your shirt, tugged the cami over your head and reached to your side to undo the zipper of your skirt.

"Don't. Please, leave it on."

Your hands fell away from your side. Under his intense stare you began to wiggle and squirm. "Tae . . ."

He chuckled and moved to your side, "Take this off." His hands reached out and grasped the black cami's hem and together you raised it over your head, revealing the lacy black bra and the hidden destined pink nipples. "Lay back Y/n, I think it's time to show you what I want." You smiled and lay back on the couch, the black leather caressing your naked back.

Taehyung looked down and let his eyes feast on your perfect body. Your pink nipples stood to attention behind the lace, waiting for the homage he would pay them, your belly, slightly round, dipped into the covered waist and gentle "V" between them. Taehyung laughed and traced a finger around your navel and the silver Playboy Bunny ring that pierced it “I heard that you had this done. Did it hurt?"

"Only afterwards" You laid your hand over his, stopping the circular motion of his fingers. "That tickles” Taehyung smiled as he lifted your hand and placed it on his shoulder. He felt your fingers tighten briefly before they began to rub light circles over the muscles through his shirt. Stretching out beside you, Taehyung pressed an open mouth kiss on the now deep purple teeth mark he left behind.

You arched your neck back into the couch's pillowed arm as Taehyung’s mouth ran a hot, wet trail down your upper chest. "I always wondered what you’d taste like," you heard him murmur against your breast before his mouth closed hot and insistent over the black lace and your nipple. Suckling you deeper, Taehyung felt your hips twist and press and thrust into his. Flicking his tongue across your nipple, he heard you whimper as your fingers dug crescent moons unto his back through the cotton of his shirt.

Taehyung grinned as he looked up at your passionate face, “You taste like the sea" Finding the clasp of your bra in the valley of your breasts, he flicked it open. Looking down, he sucked in his breath. "My god Y/n . . ." he muttered. Your breasts were lightly tanned at the top from your summer in the sun, but the rest of you was creamy white, your areola, a light dusky pink. Your nipples were just perfect and as hard as bullets. With a groan, Taehyung lowered his head again and flicked one nipple at first and then the other, moving his dark head between the tasty fruit. Clamping his teeth once again over the tight buds, he felt your fingers slide into his hair as he bit down gently. Hearing your slight cry of pain, he closed the warm, wet cavern of his mouth over your breasts, softening the love-bite he had given you. Feeling your covered hips push harder into his jeans-covered cock, he suckled her deeper, groaning softly as your hips continued to thrust into his.

You bent your legs slightly and pushed his hips away from you with your hands. Confused, Taehyung pulled away from sucking your breast at your frustrated whimper. With jerky movements, he watched as your fingers grabbed the edge of your skirt and your hips arch as you tugged your skirt above your thighs.

"No, no, no . . ." Taehyung said as the skirt reached a little higher than mid-thigh, and revealed the white thigh-hugging garters. Catching your hands he brought them over your head and held them in his loose grip.

"Y/n, that's my job” You whimpered, low and deep, and opened your eyes to stare into his. You wanted to press yourself against him, first your skirt still stood in your way and now his hands held yours captive, preventing you from lifting the offending skirt.

"Please Tae, oh please." Your hips arched into his, asking, demanding, hell, pleading for what he could give you. Taehyung kissed your breasts one more time and ran his hand down your thigh and back up. Stopping, he fingered the white garter.

"Black and White . . . Purity and Evil . . ." Taehyung shook his head, met your gaze once again and released the hands he held between his fists, "Put my hands where you want them. If we go any further Y/n, you must put my hands where you want them” Taehyung watched as your hand hesitantly came up to rest on his. With a pause, you grasped his hand under yours and moved it to the junction of your thighs, raking your skirt up past the garter belt so your pussy was exposed. Taehyung gasped as he saww you were naked under your skirt. Your pussy, partly shaved, sported a black triangle of curly soft hair, which glistened, wet and inviting.

"You're naked!”

You laughed low and huskily at his exclamation and the shock that masked his passionate face. "Please, Tae” You repeated as you arched your hips into his hand, brushing his still fingers against the dampness. Recovering from the unexpected, but wonderful, shock at finding you naked under the skirt, Taehyung ran his fingers over your swollen lips, slipping his fingers between the warm folds, closing his eyes as he felt the inviting heat.

"You're so wet. Oh, god, Y/n, you feel so good” Finding the nub of your pleasure, Taehyung flicked his finger across it. "Ah . . . Oh!" You cried out as his fingers moved over you, your breath now coming out deep and harsh.

"Please, inside me . . ." Your breath heaved in and out; one hand gripping his arm, the other the back of the couch. "Taehyung . . ." Your plead slipped off into a high moan as he flicked his fingers across your clit again. Your eyes opened and you strained your head off the pillow, "Please . . . put your fingers inside me" The tone of your voice rose and Taehyung smiled. He had never heard you beg for anything before.

His finger tips were now coated in your dew, sliding his fingers down, he found the entrance into your body. Sliding finger-deep inside you, he felt your body's muscles tighten around him. Thrusting your hips up, you forced his finger further inside of you.

"Slow down, we have all night" He murmured but knew you didn't hear him. You were too far gone in pleasure; your face flushed, body gleaming with the sweat from your exertions, his finger gripped tightly by your inner muscles. Smiling, he slipped his finger out of you and grinned when you whimpered in protest. Fingering your clit again he wondered how many of his fingers you could take. Slipping his fingers down again, he slid three into you and felt your body giving a response.

"Oh!" Your eyes opened, bright and glazed over, as his fingers pushed steadily into your tight body. Feeling his knuckles hit your lips he slid them back and thrust them back in. Your body tightened and your thighs clasped his arm tightly. Your whimpers and cries mixed with the wet suction sound of Taehyung’s fingers in your body, causing your pelvis to arch upwards as your hips pistoned faster and faster onto his fingers.

"Oh . . . fuck . . . Tae . . ." Your voice trailed off into a low scream as he lowered his head to take your breast into his mouth. Shifting his weight, he thrust his fingers harder into your body as his teeth closed and tugged at your nipple. He knew you were close, so close that a few more thrusts . . .

Suddenly, like a knife, the classical shrill of his ringing cell phone cut through the tense, passionate atmosphere, causing the both of you to freeze, your eyes locked onto each other. His fingers still inside you, he looked at the chair where his discourteous phone laid. Your breath was low and harsh, your body shaking and trembling around him.

"Tae, it's work, you're on call. You have to take it” Taehyung looked down at you in disbelief. His fingers were still inside your tight, trembling body and you were telling him it was work on the phone? Your muscles tightened around his fingers, your wet heat, your shaking body, still keeping him close to your side.

"Fuck" Taehyung muttered violently, as he pulled his fingers from your dripping body. You whimpered, your hand moving between your legs as his fingers left you.

"This better be good" He bit out as he answered the phone. Turning to face you, he watched as your thighs pressed your hand tighter to your pussy. Trembling still, you sat up. You needed release, needed it badly, a few more thrust of his long fingers and you would’ve cum like never before.

Testing your shaking legs, you stood, proud and half naked before Taehyung. Dropping your gaze down, you stared at the bulge that waited to be released. Licking your lips, you wondered how he would taste.

"He's how much under?" You sighed; this was going to be a long conversation if an employee was under by the five hundred dollars that Taehyung sputtered out. Smoothing your skirt, you grabbed your purse and headed toward the bathroom thinking that this night was completely ruined.

Taehyung sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. The conversation he thought would take so long turned out to last less then ten minutes. Smelling your scent on his fingers, he looked around the living room. He knew you had gone to the bathroom, but you hadn't come back. Eyes narrowed, Taehyung padded softly across the living room to the hallway where the bathroom was, taking off his shirt along the way. Pausing before the door, he eyed it hesitatingly, unsure whether he should open it or not.

"What the . . ." He muttered as he heard your low cry and slowly, his brain recognized the restrained signs of a passionate woman climaxing, "Y/n?" He twisted the door's gold handle. Finding it unlocked, he pushed it open and stopped dead in his tracks. In the far corner of the room, your head was arched back; your legs, still clad in the white garters, were spread open on the black marble counter, your fingers furiously working your clit and a small vibrator into your open wet body.

You were so enthralled with yourself that you didn't hear him open the door. Moving quietly, Taehyung unbuttoned and unzipped his pants; his cock straining to be free of the Levi's and white boxers. Never breaking his gaze from watching you, he dropped his pants and began to stroke himself.

"Now that you're . . .out . . .of . . .your . . .pa . . .pants . . .I. . .” Taehyung froze and your panting dialogue broke off as you moaned long and deep, your hands moving faster over your clit. "I . . . I want your cock . . . Now." You slid the wet vibrator from your body, your sexy, intoxicating sent filled the bathroom; Taehyung moved towards your body, kicking off his pants and boxers as he neared you.

Once in reach, you focused your dazed eyes and reached for Taehyung’s twitching and long, veined cock, and grasped it in your small fist. Pressing his lips to yours, his body shuddered and shook as you slowly started to pump his cock. Slipping his tongue into you mouth, he pulled your hips closer to the counter's edge. Taking his cock from your pumping fist, he rubbed his cock over your pussy lips and clit, feeling you shudder at the feeling of the broad, blunt head as it moved towards the entrance of your waiting body.

"Fuck Me” Simple, powerful, and demanding. Taehyung’s groan of satisfaction from being inside you was drowned out by your scream as he thrust into you. "Fuck, you're so tight . . . ah . . . shit . . .Y/n" his body trembled, his legs shaking, with the effort of supporting his body. Feeling your inner muscles tighten around his cock, milking him closer and closer to climax, he gritted his teeth and grunted. Slamming himself to the hilt, your hips ground into his. With one hand gripping the shower door handle, the other the mirror behind you as you screamed and shook as your climax came over you. Feeling your hips lift, press, and grind hard into his, Taehyung lowered his head and took your tit into his mouth suckling on your deep and long. Feeling your body's muscles relax, he flicked his tongue across your erect nipples and felt your inner muscles clench him tight once again.

Kissing his neck where the shoulder met, you moved your hips against his. Taehyung stopped thrusting, his cock completely covered by your dripping pussy, waiting for your numb, still trembling body to relax it's hold on him. Unconsciously, you tightened your inner muscles, milking his waiting cock and making him growl in frustration. Chuckling slightly, you pressed a kiss to his neck and took a deep breath against his sweaty skin; slowly, you felt your body relax from the climax's grip, tingling as your senses came down from their powerful high. Not wanting to loose the feel of him inside you, you tightened your legs harder around Taehyung’s hips.

"Finish. Fuck me and fuck me hard” You whispered as you locked your feet in the small of his back. You were ready for the bruising ride he was about to give you——and the next orgasm.

Groaning, Taehyung surged back, his cock nearly sliding from your body before he slammed back in. Over and over he pounded into you. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, primitive groans of satisfaction, the tightening of muscles and bodies, Taehyung knew he couldn't last much longer. Feeling you tighten around him once more, he thrust into your dripping body again and felt his body tighten. Pressing his mouth to your arched neck, he trembled and locked his knees as his orgasm began to pump through his body. Panting, he bit your neck and pushed his hips harder into yours as his body fought not to spill his seed to soon. Reaching down between your meshed bodies, he thrummed your clit and felt your locked feet press his hips harder into yours.

"Y/n, cum."

You opened your glazed eyes and met his as he pressed your clit back and then up. Your animalistic scream mixed with his shout of pleasure, as your legs tightened even more around his hips and your small inner muscles milking his cock as he shuddered in release, his seed spurting deep into your body. Relaxing is head on your chest, he felt your short, buffed nails dig into his upper arms as both of your bodies shuddered and trembled.

Now limp, his body still shuddering as it came back to reality, Taehyung rested his head against your breast, kissing the side of it, before licking it, tasting the sweat that dewed your skin.

"Thank you" You whispered as you un-wrapped your aching, quivering legs from around his waist. Your body was just coming back to earth from the three orgasms that you had had that night and a pleasant tingle worked it's way up your body from your toes, making you smile sleepily through half-lidded eyes.

Taehyung looked up into your still glazed eyes and smiled. "My pleasure, my beautiful, passionate Y/n”

Standing on shaking legs, Taehyung pulled out of your body. Picking you up, he carried you from the bathroom and down the hall. "It's not where I planned to have sex with you for the first time, but I'll never forget it” Kissing your forehead, he laid you down on the deep blue feather comforter, joining seconds later.

"Can I ask you something?" Sitting beside you, Taehyung rakes his fingers over your belly and up your chest. You arched a brow, giving your silent assent for him to ask his question. "Why didn't you wait?"

You laughed and rolled over on your side, burrowing your head in the pillow. After a few minutes of laughter to yourself, you rolled back to face him, your sleepy eyes still holding the laughter that you had released into the pillow.

"You left me on the brink of complete sexual satisfaction and you didn't think I wouldn't get myself off?"

"Well," Taehyung’s hand paused under your breast, his voice disbelieving, "You told me to answer the phone”

You laughed impishly at his sour expression. "Don't worry, we have all night, plenty of . . ." Your voice trailed off. You didn't know if you had all night. Hell, you weren’t certain that Taehyung liked you finishing without him.

Smiling, Taehyung climbed into bed beside you, his limp cock growing hard once again. "Yes we have all night as long as I get to watch you masturbate again, if we get to finish playing 'I Want You To,' and if you'll have dinner with me . . . again”

Your full-bodied laugh filled the masculine bedroom at his demands. Slowly, you brought his head down so your lips could caress his. After all, the night had started with a dinner invitation, so why not end it with another one?

Date posted: 13/08/23

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