Moodboard : Moonchild (Bts Hyung Line)

Moodboard : Moonchild (Bts Hyung line)

The moon is our goddess.

Our kind knows best.

She is the mother of our nature.

She gives us lives.

She brings us partners.

She is the source our of abundance.

All story of her greatness can’t be told in one day.

However, there is one prophecy.

The legend of her becomes alive.

Our kind manifests for this one.

Howling like a prayer pray for the god.

If there is a way for making the prophecy into the reality,

To show it isn’t just a fairytale,

We vow to do everything.

Everything even if it costs our lives.

| choose your side |

- coming soon -

BTS Song drabble : High enough (Ot7)

Summary : “I used to like liquor to get me inspired, but you look so beautiful...my new supplier.”

A/n note :  Bachelors au | Body kinks...maybe? | They/them pronoun since I want to make it gender neutral.

Autrhor POV.

Cling.

One shot. 

Cling.

Two shot.

The sound from the glasses beat periodically. The owner of petite figure uses their skillfull hands to prep all the ingredients before drop them into a metal shaker and use their magic. 

Clck.

Shkkkk...

After clicking the lid close, Y/n begins their performance. As if it is a show, their body is vibing along the jazz ambience while shaking the drink. If the music is a canvas, y/n will be a paint brush. And the dance? Of course, they’re the colors painting the song.

Under the dim light,

Behind the luxurious marble counter,

that is where they belong.

Flick.

Pshhh.

The fire lit up.

“Enjoy.”  An angelic sound leaves their lips the soon as they serve a drink. Snapping boys and girls back from their dream.

Y/n POV.

“Damn, thanks. I thought I will be dead today. Here is hectic.” 

A sigh and light grey smoke leaves Vincent’s lips.I am busy changing my uniform into a new one. Tonight will be another troublesome night as I get to serves the lounge.

I hate that zone. The work in the area is far too boring. Not like the other clubs, the lounge here is for parties and events. Most of the time, rich bratty kids will book the zone. 

I need to be hype all the time arounds those kids. No nice talk, no relaxation. Just a pure chaotic and horny people? There’re too many things to describe the lounge, but not the word ‘calm’.

And sometime...I get a request. 

Despite high tips, that one can be too much. They are adults. However, most of the time, they are pretty bossy. Dealing with them is the same as dealing with kids.

“Lucky you. You are our madame favourite. When there is a fancy event, madame won’t pick anyone accept you.” I chuckle.

“Trust me, this isn’t call lucky. Next time, I’ll let you replace my job. Then you can decide wether it’s great or not.”

‘Vincent’s eyes lit up. Poor boy, he donesn’t have any idea what is waiting for him in the lounge, does he?’ I think to myself.

If it isn’t because of my personal reason, I sure will quit.

With a few more chit chat, Vincent decides to leave me alone. Letting me prepare myself for awhile before I step out of the fitting room, ready to perform another show.

As I approach the door, a velvet envelope plaster on it.

‘Zsss, I nearly miss her notice.’ I hiss to myself before tearing it open.

“A platinum request?” I look at the ticket with surprise.

The platinum request is the highest price in the house. No one has ever order this one before. It has the simplest rule out of all order, yet it is the hardest for the host. If the guest dare to tick thise one, that means I need to prepare myself. 

Whatever he/she asks for, I need to fullfill it.

‘It’s gotta be a long night.’

Author POV.

“So what’s up. Why are we here?” 

“Why is it so quiet? Don’t they have a show for us?”

Finishing their questions, Taehyung takes a seat at the counter along with Jungkook. The two arrive in the middle of the older ones’ conversation.

“Well, ask Jimin. It’s his idea.” Hoseok eyes the guy beside him.

“Why? Can’t I just bring you to somewhere new? The old room starts getting dull. I even book the whole floor.” Jimin gestures to the floor.

“I’m really surprise that Yoongi and Namjoon is here. They hate somewhere unfamiliar yet they trust Jimin this time.” 

Jin looks at the duo while stating the sentences with an amusement. 

Clack...Clack...Clack...

A set of footsteps sound interrupts their conversation, making the seven of them turn at the same direction.

“Good evening, gents.”

Jimin POV.

The soon as our eyes meet, my heart skips a beat. That...that...is hot. Their golden eyes stares at us while enter the place like a boss. 

Just those eyes alone makes me excited. I am right when my sense said to me chose this place.

“Hmmmm, I’ve just got a surprise today, have I not?” A side of their lips lift into a smirk. 

“Welcome to the show. I am your host today, pleasure of mine to serve you all.”

Their head bows at us a little before continue to introduce the event.

I can’t wait what’s going to happen.

Taehyung POV.

Oh?

A private...show.

I look at the host who begins their performance. Changing the playlist, the lighting also changes. 

Their finger tips start tracing the bottles in front of us, choosing an opening drink. Their hands move like they are casting the spell. 

Long and lean fingers.

I wonder if it will fit my hands perfectly when I grip on them and lock them tight.

‘Jimin, you really choose the right place.’ I praise my friend in my own mind.

Hoseok POV.

What a sight...those figure.

Just the way they move has already spin my head. I didn’t expect they alone can control our mind like this. 

I can sense everyone thirst. Jimin keeps staring their eyes while Taehyung staring their hands. 

For Namjoon, Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung, they are the best when it comes to concealing emotions. However, Jin hyung and Namjoon body couldn’t lie. The two of them sweat a little already.

For Jungkook and I, I know we fascinated on the same thing, their dance. Jungkook tries his best to calm his engine.

Aish...there we go.

Their body roll along with the beat before giving a last firm shake. 

What will it be to have them under my body and do the trick?

Jungkook POV.

Jimin hyung...

I was about to curse him a moment ago when I saw an empty lounge.

God...I am so wrong. The way they move along while making our drinks has already made me daze. I know Hoseok hyung feels what I feel. 

That last body roll makes it worse.

“Welcome drinks for you, gents.” They gently put down the glasses on the counter before pouring the drink. 

I didn’t think I am that thirsty, but when the drink finishes, I immediately grab on it.

“Woh woh woh, calm down.” Their hand slaps onto mine, catch us by surprise especially me.

“Calm you horse or you won’t experience the best.”

Their eyebrow lift while their mouth grins widely.

Ah...such a tease.

Jin POV.

They easily make Jungkook wrap around their finger. 

Our cocky bastard becomes a lap dog? I didn’t expect today I will witness a sight of Jungkook looks so submissive. 

‘Jimin, thanks for the revenge.’ I think to myself. This guy keep saying I am to submissive to the prey when actually it is the opposite.

I am being pretty and submissive to lure them. At least, before I get them onto my bed.

“Don’t mind him. The boy is being thirsty. Tonight, he didn’t drink ‘anything’ yet.” I emphasise the word ‘anything’ to annoy the youngest. 

There..there...Jungkook, my revenge for the last time you comment me.

“No need to rush. The night is still young. You guys gonna get all the drink you want since you pick our highest package...”

And all of sudden, the host turn to me.

“I will make sure you drink ‘everything’ from the bar.” They smirk.

Lub dub.

Yoongi POV.

When I enter with no one around here, I somehow felt relief. It has been a while that we hang out without girls or guys grind on us and beg for attention, to get fuck.

However, everything changes when the host start their solo show.

How they move,

how they tame almost all of us make tonight getting interesting. I get to see Jimin and Taehyung being horny easier than usual. Hoseok tries his best to be calm. Jungkook becomes submissive. 

And Jin hyung finally find his match. That guy sits there, flutter right now.

When the drink finally done, I gulp down a whole shot. Feeling the burn inside my neck makes me satisfied.

The soon as I put my glass down, they refill mine.

“Extra shot on the house since you are being nice and quiet.” I see the rest look between me and Namjoon. Their eyes stares me down. 

Jealous much. I look into thier eyes and gulp the drink slowly to tease them.

Let’s the game begin. This one is going to be mine.

Y/n POV.

Ok, I’m in control right now, I think? 

I look among seven of them while they enjoy their drink. Two men at my right, comparing to the others, seem calm and compose so I give them an extra shot to spice thing up.

It seems like the guy at the end of my counter is suppose to be the hardest to impress. Or, maybe, he conceals his emotions too well.

“Well, let’s move on to the next stage.” I shuffle the golden deck in my hand. 

Shff...shff...glck.

With a final tap, I spread the card onto the counter.

“Choose your drink.”

I observe their actions. They all cooperate with my show which is good. At least, now I know I still have their attention. 

I feel relieve that we are nearly coming to the half of my performance and no one make a reqeust yet. 

I hope it will be like this till the end because it will help my stress self relax a bit.

“Now, lay down your card and let me see what you’ve got.”

Namjoon POV.

A bartender being witchy?

Well, I like this mysterious host.

Hearing her footsteps, a strong firm set of sound has already made me wonder how would they entertain us. 

Then the next thing was they started the show, solely by themselve. 

With her moves, the veltvet shirt that hug their figure nicely, and those sweat talks completely heats up the room. And I dare to say, the feeling I have right now is mutual to all of us.

They didn’t let us down.

I don’t pay much attention to the card since I can drink anything. Their performance is the only thingi care. And I am so eager to get them tonight.

I flip open the nearest card that I can reach. 

“Ooohhh la la, the emperor. I’’ve just found my majesty.”  The others look at me, burning me with their curious yet jealous. 

Guess this is my lucky night.

They offer their hand in front of me. As a gentleman, I grip onto her hand lightly. 

‘Honey, soft and smooth skin.’ My mind is racing as I discover another things that I like about them.

“What can I do to please my emperor? Command me, your majesty.” They stare at me while asking the question. 

Did I tell you yet that I like someone praise me and being submissive?

Author POV.

Namjoon reads the vibe in the room. He knows well what his friends want right now. Theirs eyes are burning with envy. This is his chance to step up his game.

“Dance on the counter for me, princess. Make my drink while you tease us.” 

Namjoon smirks when he finishes his command, making the other six sit straight. Their body now react according to their instinct and thirst, nothing else.

“I see. My majesty is a kind heart man.” 

Y/n strech themselve for a few minutes, preparing their body for another exlusive show. Finishing the warm up, they start unbutton their shirt a bit and change into their favourite high heels.

Clack..clack..clack...

Y/n stop their step  in front of Namjoon, making the man lean back to give them space. 

“Choose your song.” Namjoon tap a few time until he finds his favourite tune.

As the melody fills the air, they start the performance. Tracing the glasses, making a little clinging sound. Then they flip the glass up before filling it with the first ingredient.

When the ingredient finally ready, Y/n step onto the counter. Their golden eyes stare down seven men in front of her. 

Starting off at the center, they approach the first pair, Taehyung and Jimin. The two are beyond satisfied as Y/n show their move and lean toward them. However, immediately move away as they about to touch.

“Only look. No touching.” They wink before moving on to the next pair.

Hoseok and Jungkook taps their feet while gently grooving with the beats. Seeing their customers eagerness to join the floor, Y/n whisper something to them.

“All you do is ask him.” Jungkook eyes immediately sparkle. Now, he doesn’t care about his pride. Just to join them, he can even go down on his knees and beg.

“Namjoon hyung, let me dance with her.” His request make Jin chuckle. 

“And look who is so eager and submissive.” Jin comment, making Jungkook hiss. 

Namjoon just nod as a reply, letting the youngest join his host. Y/n, being a tease like Namjoon’s command, start grinding light onto Jungkook body. The man fight her back by buckle his hip up a bit.

Only their clothes are the barrier between their body.

For awhile, Y/n and Jungkook has a dance battle until the time is up. Y/n move forward and approach the oldest pair. 

“Sadly, you didn’t get to drink everything. Ask my majesty and maybe he will allow you to have something.” Yoongi smirk at the sight. 

‘Someone has finally won Jin hyung.’ He thinks to himself.

Y/n POV.

The vibe is nice.

I can sense that one by one getting high. I sniff their sense in lightly before starting toperform. I choose to approach the first pair on the right since their body is ready for me to ‘drink’.

Taking enough, as they about to touch me, I quickly move on to the next pair. 

“Only look. No touching.”

Seeing they have already enjoyed the music, I then take a chance to lure one of them out. My plan is successful without a doubt. Him dancing along with me chrage my energy up to the fullest.

“Time’s up.”

I continue to perform until I arrive in front of my emperor. 

I lock my eyes with him as I give a last shake to his drink. I make sure to capture his attention so that he won’t notice his surrounding.

“And that’s your drink, your majesty.” I lit the flame onto the surface.

As he drinks, his scent change into something sweet. 

That is a sign for me to sip my last drink.

“Uhh...that was strong.” His eyes start flutter. However, he is trying his best to fight it.

“Can I have my second request?” He asks me despite his consciousness start to diminish.

“Yes.” I answer sweetly. I can feel myself getting more eager. My trueself start to come out slowly. 

“Be our host, only us.” 

I chuckle at his request. He looks last and confuse with my reaction. I then trace my hand along his face before stopping at his neck.

“If only you remember tonight.” I inhale his scent in.

Author POV.

“How was the new supplier?”

Y/n walk out of the dressing room. Seeing their boss, they smile.

“They’re great. They even ask me to be their private host.” Madam chuckle.

“I see, you went all out. If you like, I will make sure to set them up to you again.”  Y/n seems to please at what her boss offer. 

If their new suppliers were that sweet and juicy, who are they to deny such a wonderful offer.

“Deal. I will give you 30/70 split this time.” They throw on their coat, ready to leave the place.

“Oh, set them a place to sleep. I take too much this time. bye.” 

Y/n point at the room. Madam take a glance through the glass window and witness seven body pass out on the counter. A few piece of their clothes scatter around the place.

“Go call the doctor for me.” Madam call the guards to the room and let them take care her guests.

“Huh...this devil...hope they didn’t die yet...”

Author note : This has been sleeping in my draft for so long. I finally have time to write. Thanks to my excitement toward october, I finish the rest in one go. A few days left before we enter halloween month.👻

Please can anyone help me?

Wait? What happen to the size of my banners? The other ffs’ banner work just fine, but not the latest one I post. What’s goign on?

I really read this to wake myself up? 😂

Anyway, 🥵🔥 (I would love to see some shots of fluff next....or it can just be smut😉)

seven tattoos later | jjk

🐰pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x tattooartist!reader

🐰genre: fluff, smut

🐰summary: if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him?

🐰word count: 3.3k

🐰warnings: unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, sex on the couch, doggy, hes big and rough, lip tattoos, hickeys, lil bit of drinking, hes so annoying in this im so sorry

As you close up for the night, you look out the window and count at least four couples out for a dog walk. It’s past eight, but still warm and bright out. It’s like the sun never stops shining. Summer sucks like that.

Maybe you’d appreciate the sun a little more if you had a puppy to walk or at least a handsome guy friend to drag you outside so you aren’t just rotting away in your empty tattoo studio on a Friday night. Everyone’s apparently on vacation or getting married in Hawaii or something, so work’s been exceptionally slow this week. Fuck summer.

It’s lonely.

You might even miss Jeon Jungkook, the last person you ever expected to get along with. The first time he walked into your studio, he didn’t waste any time in hitting on you and making it painfully obvious. You were convinced he only walked in and got a tattoo that day because he thought you’d be an easy lay. 

That was around two months ago.

“What do you think would look good on me?” he’d asked while scrolling through your portfolio. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to take in his good looks, imagine the carved out physique beneath that leather jacket. That’s what guys like him do. And he was far from the first male client to ask you that. He wasn't special.

“I don’t know, maybe like a bunny or a duckling?” You just said the first things that came to mind—your two favorite animals. You didn’t give a flying fuck about what design would actually look good on someone you’d just met. Your icy heart definitely doesn’t warm up to people that quickly no matter how hot they are.

“Bunnies are cute,” he said without hesitation. You swear he was staring right at the dainty bunny tattoo on your collarbone. Then he tapped the top of his left hand, the one without all the other tattoos. “I’ll take one right here.” 

At the time, you didn’t think he was serious. (He was serious.)

“So, for touch-ups and stuff, it’d probably be good if I had your number, yeah?” he asked, leaning against the counter and admiring the final product on his hand. Him and his cocky ass smile. It’s annoying how hot he is. Unfair, too.

After inputting your number into his phone, you needed to make one thing very clear: “Send me a dick pic and I’ll tattoo all of your exes’ names on your forehead.”

“I promise no dick pics,” he chuckled. He must’ve taken your threat as a cute little joke. “But I would like to take you out sometime.”

For a moment, you just stared at his handsome face. Everything about him was bright and shiny. His pretty eyes, the art wrapped around his arm, that confident smile. The sun had nothing on him.

But the thing is, you knew better than to trust guys like him. They’re always saying shit they don’t mean. And you were tired of being let down by those empty words.

What would make Jeon Jungkook any different from the fuck boys who’ve burned you in the past?

You didn’t know enough about him to answer that question, but you also weren’t willing to get to know him.

It was for the best.

So after you politely declined the invitation, the boy nodded, waved farewell, and jogged out the door. At least he was decent enough to accept his fate and move right along. (He wasn’t.)

Just when you thought you’d gotten rid of him, he spun around. “See you next week for the touch-up, Y/N.”

He was still smiling like an idiot. You didn’t understand why.

“You’re not gonna need a touch-up in a week,” you shouted back as he dashed off. Fast little fucker. You doubt he heard you, but it didn’t really matter. With all those other tattoos, he already knew how touch-ups worked.

Besides, what were the odds of him showing his pretty face again after rejection? Every other client you turned down never came back. Not even for a touch-up.

You didn’t believe for a second Jeon Jungkook would be back.

A week later, he proved you wrong and waltzed right back in like you never rejected his ass. Of course he did. The week after that, he had three of your designs etched into his hand. And he just kept coming back for more, week after week.

Somewhere along the way, you learned he’s a wedding photographer, an artist like you. He’s shown you his photos a few times even after you specifically said you hate weddings. The photos were gorgeous, though. As much as weddings make you want to gag, the sweet moments he captured had the reverse effect. Somehow, you were envious of what those couples had.

You’ve also overcome the impossible task of learning to tolerate his dumb humor. It’s probably because his laugh and smile are so contagious. He won’t stop running his mouth until he sees you smile either, especially when you’re having a bad day. Your cheeks hurt whenever he’s with you.

Fast forward two months and he now has a total of seven of your tattoos. It feels weird not seeing him this week, not breathing in his woodsy cologne, not leaving your mark on his perfect skin. But you suppose that’s just what happens when the guy who’s been annoying the shit out of you suddenly goes to Hawaii. The withdrawal symptoms are kicking in. 

Your world is a whole lot quieter. It’s peaceful for once. And yet, you miss that chaotic idiot. 

Fuck summer. Fuck people who get married in Hawaii.

Your phone buzzes just as you finish cleaning up. Hopefully it’s someone who wants to book an appointment. (It’s not.)

When you read “jungcock,” you roll your eyes with the faintest smile—the perfect example of your clashing feelings for the boy.

jungcock🥴 [8:24PM] “Got time for me tonight?🫦”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “arent you supposed to be in hawaii rn?”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “and dont use that emoji ever again”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “I’d never choose Hawaii over you😌”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “(They called off the wedding)”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “🫦”

[8:25PM] [jungcock🥴 is now blocked]

[8:31PM] [You’ve unblocked jungcock🥴]

jungcock🥴 [8:31PM] “Is that a yes?”

Y/N🐰 [8:31PM] “i hate you a lot”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “Hear me out”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “What if😳👉👈 I brought snacks?”

Y/N🐰 [8:34PM] “fine”

You groan and shove your phone back into your pocket. Sometimes you wonder how you let this dork finesse his way into your life. Where did you go wrong?

Jungkook arrives at your studio ten minutes later with your favorite peace offerings—soju and pancakes. Ah yes, this is how he finessed his way to the top.

“Ooh snacks,” you hum as if you didn’t believe in his ability to pick something up on the way over. “What kind of pancakes did you get?”

“Your favorite, obviously,” he nods, handing you the warm box and a fork. There’s something about the way he crosses his arms, as though he’s just waiting to catch your reaction when you open it. Why does he look so fucking proud of himself?

“I never told you my favorite pancakes.” You raise a brow. The only thing you told him was your favorite pancake place. But they have like a million different options, ranging from classic (blueberry and chocolate chip) to fancy (tiramisu and that edible gold stuff). There’s no way he can magically guess your favorite pancake.

“Just open it.” He gives you his idea of a “playful shove” on the shoulders, which would’ve knocked you over with the pancakes if he hadn’t grabbed a hold of your wrist. He was definitely that annoying kid on the playground who chased around all the girls he had a crush on.

You mumble on about him being too rough as you open the box. To your surprise, it’s strawberries and whipped cream drenched in red syrup on top of a fat stack of pancakes—aka your favorite pancakes.

You look up from the mountain of strawberries and tilt your head at the boy like a confused puppy.

“I asked the waitress with the purple hair what you normally order,” he explains.

“Okay, but she doesn’t know me by name. How’d you describe me to her?”

He takes a few steps closer until you get a whiff of that woodsy cologne you missed so much. You feel the tips of his fingers trace along your collarbone. He’s not so rough anymore. In fact, the warm caress just barely grazes your skin, as if to tease your body. You’ve always lowkey looked forward to that tiny bit of warmth while working on his tattoos. Maybe he’s always been aware.

“I called you a cutie with a bunny tattoo.” His nose scrunches when he smiles this time, giving your skin one last poke. “She knew it was you when I showed her the one on my hand.”

Of course Jeon Jungkook walked into your favorite pancake place pretending to be your boyfriend. Of course he did something as embarrassing as showing off what appears to be matching tattoos. All for the sake of bringing you your favorite pancakes on an otherwise shitty summer night.

“Now she’ll think we have matching tattoos,” you say softly, shoving his chest. “How am I supposed to show my face in there ever again?”

“Hey, I don’t have a problem with the whole matching tattoos thing.” He puts his hands up to protect his chest from your wrath in case you’re feeling feisty. “I’ll just pick it up for you again.”

You’re not feeling feisty, so you give the boy a thumbs-up and bring him over to the couch in the back corner of the studio where you usually eat or take naps.

At long last, you stab a piece of pancake and strawberry and coat it in whipped cream before shoving it into your mouth. It’s delicious. “Is it mean if I say I’m glad the Hawaii wedding was canceled?”

“Because you’d be lonely without me here?” he teases.

“No, it’s because you bought me free pancakes, you simp,” you grin, handing off the fork to the simp so he too can get a taste of heaven. He passes you the soju in return even though you’re already feeling a little giggly.

“It’s not free,” he denies. “I’m supposed to be here for another tattoo, remember?”

After a tiny sip, you set the green bottle aside and grab Jungkook’s hand with both of yours. It looks so silly with all your tattoos surrounding the cute little bunny in the middle. He’s silly for letting you do that to him.

“I don’t think there’s any more room on your hand for another one,” you giggle. “Where am I gonna tattoo you next?”

You wonder how many tattoos he has under his clothes. Maybe he’s already got them all over the place. Then, eventually, his body will run out of space and you won’t be able to tattoo him anymore. That would suck. You kinda like his company.

“What about a lip tattoo?” you chirp, tapping on his lower lip with your index finger. When he doesn’t swat you away, you tug down on his lip ring to check for a hidden tattoo there. Nothing. “I have one.”

“You do?” His eyes immediately fall on your red strawberry lips. You pull down your lower one for him to see tiny black letters that read “bad girl.”

“My ex did it. I was supposed to tattoo ‘bad boy’ on his lip, but he chickened out,” you shrug. “Isn’t that crazy?”

“Wait, I thought you can’t stand matching tattoos?” He’s such a good listener. Boyfriend material.

“I didn’t have anything against them up until that point,” you hum as you play with his wavy hair. The perm is cute on him. “But that’s basically when my perspective changed.”

That’s when you lost faith in men. When you grew to hate the idea of marriage. When you started rejecting every guy who approached you, even if he was half as hot as Jeon Jungkook.

“Well fuck your ex,” he frowns. Yeah, fuck him. No, wait. Your ex isn’t the one you want to fuck right now. “You’ve convinced me. The next tattoo I’m getting is a lip tattoo.”

“Got any design ideas for what you want there?” You climb into his lap, cup his chin with one hand, and play with his lip piercings some more. You’ve never been this up close and personal with Jungkook, but you like it. You can already feel his cock hardening beneath you through your leggings.

“Your lips,” he says without hesitation. Cheesy, but you’ll take any excuse right now to close the gap between you and him.

Just like that, something clicks in your body, and your lips just find their way to his. You’re not sure how much of it is alcohol and how much is your actual feelings for the boy, but it doesn’t really matter. Not when the kiss tastes like strawberry pancakes. It’s perfect.

You throw your arms over his shoulders as he kisses back. He’s already got his hands slipped up the back of your little tank top. 

Your hips start to roll against him.

“Should we close the blinds?” he asks against your lips. “Unless you like an audience.”

You glance at the window. The sun is finally going down, but of course people are still walking their dogs. Maybe they didn’t get the memo that it’s officially fucking hours, not dog walking hours.

Normally, you’d be all for closing the blinds and turning out the lights, but your ass is nice and comfy in his lap and you’d rather not change that. Plus the back of the couch should hide 90% of what’s going on.

You shed your tank top off and toss it onto the coffee table next to the unfinished pancakes. His big eyes flick to your lacy black bralette. 

“Let them watch.” You press your lips into his neck and suck away like a vampire. The hickeys you’re about to leave him with will have to make do as temporary tattoos for now. You’re not gonna have time to tattoo him tonight.

“You sure you want people to see you so desperate and needy like this?” he asks as you wiggle out of your leggings. His hands immediately find your ass and give it a good squeeze.

“I’m not needy,” you whine, your naughty hand feeling how large his cock is through his joggers.

“I think you’re pretty needy, Y/N.” Two fingers slip past your thong and spread the wet lust between your legs. He has the biggest smirk on his face as your body squirms to his touch. You do everything in your power to hold back a gasp. “Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”

Yes, but you’re not going to admit it. Ever.

“No way,” you answer with confidence. He helps you out of his lap and you let him prop you up on your hands and knees so he can get a good look at your ass. “This is just my way of thanking you for the pancakes since we both know you aren’t getting that lip tattoo tonight.”

“The lip tattoo can wait.” You feel your thong drop to the couch where it belongs. Two very strong hands hold you at the waist. “You’re my number one priority tonight.”

As he fills you with his cock, you’re already melting to the heat between your legs. Your weak little arms lose all their strength. You reach for your fluffy white cloud pillow to muffle your moans and let him do all the work from behind.

The tight hold he has on you is a mix of possessiveness and all the sexual tension built up over the past two months. You wonder how many times he thought about bending you over and fucking you silly in the midst of getting a cute little frog tattoo. You’ve seen the way his lustful eyes look at you during his appointments. You’re not that oblivious.

“Nice ass tattoo, by the way.” He pinches the bit of skin with two pink butterflies. You’d always regretted that one because not everyone shares the same appreciation for it, but that tiny love pinch made it all worth it. “You and your cute little tattoos.”

He slides in and out, pounding your deepest spot, and drawing a pathetic whimper from your throat every few seconds. Doesn’t help that he has a finger or two rubbing away at your swollen little clit. That’s when you realize you’ve been missing out on amazing sex for far too long. Seven whole tattoos. That’s how long it took before you gave in.

He’s already rougher now than the playful shove that nearly knocked you over earlier. Good.

This is exactly what you need after such a boring work week.

“What would you be doing now if I were taking wedding pictures in Hawaii?” His voice is getting breathier. He’s working hard out there.

“Gagging at all the romantic shit you’d be sending me.” Even if he weren’t physically there with you, you know he’d still find a way to be annoying. He’d let you know he’s still thinking of you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you gag tonight.” You don’t have to turn around to know he’s got that dumb smirk on his face. “Maybe another time. If you’re into that.”

Your response is a soft moan into the pillow. The thought of his cock shoved down your throat isn’t as repulsive as you would’ve thought two months ago. Giving head isn’t usually your thing, but you’re open to trying it with him. You’re glad he can’t see you lick your lips.

He doesn’t slow down either, instead picking up the pace and going harder. Your fingers dig into the pillow, your whole body dripping in pleasure. It feels too good.

“Mm, Jungkook,” you pant like a poor puppy with your ass up in the air. Your little clit can’t take much more of his fingers. You’re so close.

“Thought you couldn’t stand me,” he teases as you tighten around him. He’s so annoying! During sex, too. “And now you’re about to cum for me?”

“Fuck you,” you gasp as the wave of pleasure passes through you. His fingers and cock help you ride out the high. He’s lucky he’s a sweet guy with a strong sex game. Otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen for his annoying ass.

As soon as he pulls out, he flips you onto your back, staring down at you with his cock in hand. A few extra pumps along his length is all he needs to get his release and drizzle your belly with his creamy glaze.

He climbs over you to give you a soft peck on the lips. You’ve been with a lot of fuck boys before, but you can’t remember any of them kissing you once the sex was done and over with.

This boy is different.

He lets you lie there, basking in the afterglow as he searches the studio for a clean towel. When he finally gets ahold of one, he offers a hand to help you sit up and gets you cleaned up.

“All jokes aside, I’m happy you were here tonight,” you say in a tiny voice. “Fuck Hawaii weddings.”

He chuckles in his usual adorkable way. “You should come to a wedding with me sometime—when I’m not working, of course. Maybe you won’t hate them as much as you think.”

You lean in for another kiss. There’s still a hint of pancake on his tongue, but it's even sweeter. “Sure.”

The corners of his lips curve upward in satisfaction. The annoying little shit is about to jump out. You can feel it. (The annoying little shit does not jump out.)

“Now finish your pancakes,” he smiles. For once, it’s not him looking all smug and shit. And it’s really endearing.

Somehow, he just keeps proving you wrong. In a good way.

You look at your favorite pancakes on the table and wave them off. “Nah, I’m good.” Once more, you scoot your ass onto him and press a finger to his lip. “I think I like the taste of you better.”

POV. Your hot nerd friend calls you for a study date.

(This pic keeps me in check. Once in a while, I keep forgetting that he's the youngest of the group.😂)

CUTEEEEEE

Thanks for your support 🥺

BTS Song drabble : High enough (Ot7)

Summary : “I used to like liquor to get me inspired, but you look so beautiful…my new supplier.”

A/n note :  Bachelors au | Body kinks…maybe? | They/them pronoun since I want to make it gender neutral.

Autrhor POV.

Cling.

One shot. 

Cling.

Two shot.

The sound from the glasses beat periodically. The owner of petite figure uses their skillfull hands to prep all the ingredients before drop them into a metal shaker and use their magic. 

Clck.

Shkkkk…

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