If I Die Tonight, Imma Make It

૮꒰ ྀི if i die tonight, imma make it 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 ྀི ꒱ა

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951230 ♡ happy birthday taehyung! (credits)

“flower field, that’s where i’m at.” ⤷ wild flower (with youjeen) - rm

medicine. (m) kth. jjk

I’ve had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

I’m coming down I figured out I kind of like it, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it. 

pairing. jungkook x reader x taehyung genre. smut, pwp word count. 9k warnings. no plot, just vibes (and smut), grunge!taekook, threesome, oral sex, voyeurism (jungkook likes to watch okay), protected sex, multiple orgasms, tummy bulging summary. a drunken night at a dive bar after a show was always a given, finding yourself in some form of chaos before the night was over, and as two strangers walk in with eyes that sparkle with mischief, you make it your personal mission to have them be your reckless decisions of the night.  note. i was on a smashing pumpkins kick and this was born hehe, just picture taekook in baggy band tees right after a show, cornering you in a dive bar makes me want to bark so enjoy !! (also its been a hot minute since i’ve posted so give me some love or ill cry tysm bye) ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST FOR IT HERE !

Nothing in the universe tops the feeling you get after a show, the high coursing through you in a rush that leaves you jittery and searching for more. Maybe that feeling is the reason why you make so many reckless decisions after shows, on the hunt for the next activity to keep the high going, doing things that had you running from cops with a group of people you just met, or waking up somewhere new with no recollection of how you got there. 

As you follow the group of people you just met into the local dive bar, you can only hope that whatever choices come next don’t involve a chase because you’re not sure your shoes can keep up. You don’t get a chance to take a look at the interior as you step in, an arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you in so someone can ask you a question. 

“What are we drinking tonight?” His long blonde hair brushes against your face as he pulls back, staring down at you with a smile. You had met him when the show first started, apologizing to him when a shove from the crowd left you spilling your beer on his shoes. He had been friendly and easily welcomed you into the small group of friends he had with him, and that was all the convincing you needed to stick with them. 

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