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Hi hi! I’m sure you’re being flooded, but I’d love a little something about younger (20 or older though!) reader babysitting for dad! Steve. Smutty if you feel so inclined. Can be single or not, dealer’s choice!

I went wayyyy overboard with this, oops, but it was so sexy omfg

word count: 2k

warnings: huge age gap (45+ vs 20), unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral m receiving, sliiiightly mean dom steve, size kink, stomach bulge kink, daddy kink

You'd been crushing on Mr. Harrington for years, actually... even before the divorce.

It wasn't just that he was good-looking, although that was obviously part of it. It was the way he acted with you, it made you feel all girly and little and dumb; it was the way he played with his kids which made your uterus sob in envy; it was the way he wore reflective shades to the pool and you had to wonder if he was looking at you and seeing how much you'd grown.

For the longest, much to your dismay, nothing happened between you. You'd been trying to make conversation after he came back each night to finish your babysitting shift, but it never really worked. Nothing worked, actually, not even the skimpy outfits or the strategic bending over or the casual touches to his arm or knee.

Nothing worked until last night.

It started mostly normal, except that he was obviously in a worse mood than usual. You asked how his date went; he dodged the question. You pressed again, and he shook his head as he sat down on the couch, running his hands over his hair.

"It's starting to feel futile," he explained, speaking quietly knowing his kids were asleep down the hall.

"What is?"

"All of it," he breathed. "Dating, work, all of it."

You sat next to him, pulling your knees up on the sofa and tilting your head sympathetically. "Tell me about it," you offered.

Amazingly, he did. He told you about how each woman he went out with was worse than the last, and he didn't trust any of them with his kids. That made your heart skip; I'm his babysitter, he trusts me with his kids.

He told you about how rough the divorce had been, and then the custody arrangements. Apparently he was still dealing with that even though Mrs. Harrington had moved out probably almost two years ago now.

He told you about how hard his job was, how the hours killed him, how he could barely find time to spend with his family because he was putting out everyone else's fires at the office.

"That all sounds really stressful, Mr. Harrington," you cooed when he finished his rant. "You need to relax."

He chuckled a little. "Easier said than done."

"Maybe I can help you."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his eyes went wide as he watched you get on your knees on the ground.

"Let me help you relax, Mr. Harrington," you pleaded, running your hands over his legs gently as they stayed slightly spread on the couch.

"Oh, uh— I— sweetie, we can't—"

You reached up to his belt, and even if his words were hesitant, he lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for you to unbuckle it.

"Are you— fuck— are you really—? Baby..."

It made your hips wiggle against the carpet hearing him talk like that. You got his fly open next, and started to rub his cock through his boxers underneath. His eyes followed your every move in disbelief.

He was just starting to get hard when you took him out, but he was already so big... your mouth was watering. You couldn't wait any longer: you looked up at him for just a second before you leaned forward and took his fat head into your mouth.

Groaning and tilting his head back, his hands found purchase in your hair instantly.

"Fuuuck," he breathed, "you're... you're so bad, sweetie, you know you shouldn't... oh my god."

You bobbed your head eagerly, feeling him swell and harden against your tongue until your mouth was stretched to its limit by his size. You hummed around him joyfully, revelling in the softly salty taste on your tongue. Stroking with your hand what your lips couldn't reach, you took a break after a few minutes to look up at him for approval.

"Where'd a sweet girl like you learn how to do that?" he asked with a long sigh. "Fuck, keep sucking... look up at me, baby."

You did as you were told, and he adjusted his hips slightly so it was easier for you to keep eye contact with him while you suckled at his throbbing head.

"Good," he praised, stroking your cheek as you worked. "Such pretty eyes... and that pretty mouth too, god. Take it deeper, sweetie, you can choke a little."

His hand helped push you down until his dick hit the end of your throat, and you gagged helplessly. He moaned loudest at that, eyes falling shut for a moment.

"Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he noticed. "Poor baby. Choke on me again."

You did as he said and noticed his hips rocking up to push his cock even deeper and gag you even harder. Tears welled in your eyes but he purred in satisfaction.

"Mm, good job," he praised, "you're so good for me, sweetie."

Needing a break for your throat, you pulled back and stroked him slowly as you made conversation. "How long has it been since somebody sucked your cock, Mr. Harrington?" you asked sweetly.

"Fuck, I don't even know— years? Before Allie was born, probably. She didn't... she never did it, really," he mumbled, and you tried not to bite your lip. Of course his bitch ex-wife never did this to him, he was probably so starved for affection for ages.

"That's such a shame," you pouted, "it tastes so good. I'd never be able to stop tasting you, Mr. Harrington."

"Then don't stop," he encouraged, pushing your head down again. You got back into the pattern, only taking breaks to lathe the shaft in long licks from base to tip; he seemed to like those a lot.

Sometimes you felt his cock throb and you hoped it meant he would come soon: you couldn't wait. You went on for a while longer, though, and started to get desperate for it. When his heavy breathing made you pretty sure he was close, you broke the pattern one more time to encourage him. "I want you to come in my mouth," you informed him. "M'gonna swallow it, sir, I promise."

"No, fuck no," he interrupted, surprising you. "No, I want that pussy. Fuck, I need your pussy, get up here."

You climbed onto the couch eagerly, straddling his lap as he started to pull your skirt up right away. He snapped your panties off like it was nothing, instantly groaning at the sight of your mound beneath; you felt so exposed in the best way, you worried you were going to drip right down onto his khakis with him looking at you like that.

"Fuck, sweetie, you're so gorgeous," he sighed, "such a gorgeous little pussy. C'mere..."

He held your thighs, petting them as he guided you down to his cock. He stopped looking at it once he was just barely pushing inside, instead starting to watch your face as you sank down onto his length with a moan. "Fuck!" you whimpered. "Fuck, too big, you're too—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, "gotta be quiet, baby, the kids are asleep."

Your gut burned from how stupidly hot that was, and you bit your lip to try to keep it down. His cock reached the end of you and you jolted, trying to move back up, but he shook his head and kept guiding you down.

"No, sweetie, you need to take all of me," he scolded gently. "You're gonna take all of me, fuck, so good..."

Finally, somehow, he managed to get it all inside until your thighs were flush with his. You were shaking, it was so deep you were shaking; there was a slight bulge in your tummy where his cock filled you. "Mr. Harrington, it's too deep..."

He growled, actually growled, and held your hips tightly. "No, baby, it's just the right amount. You're taking me so good... all of my cock is in you, sweetie, you're doing so fucking good. Now just ride me."

Shaking and whimpering, you started to rock your hips on top of his; he sighed and watched you, looking wrecked in the best way.

"Yeah, fuck," he encouraged, "fuck, you know how long it's been since I had pussy like this? Tight, wet, young pussy like yours? You feel so fucking good..."

"You too," you moaned, "you feel so good, Mr. Harrington..."

He smirked a bit. "I think we're on a first name basis by now... but I want you to keep calling me that anyways. It's so fucking cute."

Pulling you a little closer, he whispered right by your ear.

"Maybe," he suggested, "you could even call me daddy."

"Oh, daddy," you pounced on the opportunity immediately, and he groaned in satisfaction. "Daddy, it feels really really good..."

"Yeah? Well then why don't you cream for me, huh? Let that cute little pussy come on my cock—"

You didn't even let him finish. You'd been worked up since he got here and it hit you all at once. He watched you proudly, thin laughter ringing in your ears.

"God, you're so sensitive," he groaned, "it's gonna take me a while, baby, I'm not as young as you... takes me all night sometimes."

You shuddered; "I don't have anywhere to be..."

"Yeah you do," he corrected, starting to guide your hips as your motions faltered from the exhaustion of coming. "Your parents are probably worried about you, sweetie. They don't know what a slut you are, do they?"

You shook your head. "N-no, daddy..."

"Fuck," he breathed, "you're so cute... show daddy your tits, sweetie— lift up your shirt for me and show me your tits."

He was more than capable of doing it himself, but he preferred to watch you roll up your tank top and let him see your tits, hardened from being so turned on by all this. You'd stopped wearing a bra around him months ago, and it was all worth it as he reached up and palmed one of your breasts.

"Mm," he hummed, "you've got great tits, baby— you show them off too much, though."

He slid his hand across your chest to touch the other gently. "I only did that for you, Mr. Harrington," you promised, "I just wanted your attention... wanted you to see how grown up I am..."

He smirked. "You got my fucking attention, sweetie."

With renewed energy, you started to take control again, riding him in earnest. "Really?" you confirmed hopefully. "Did you think about me, daddy? Did you ever jerk off and think about my tits?"

He delayed his answer by hissing a little, looking down at where your pussy slid up and down on him before tilting his head back again. "Yes," he admitted, "yeah, I thought about you. I would've done it a lot more if I knew you wanted me to."

"Of course I wanted you to," you giggled, "I have such a big crush on you, Mr. Harrington, I have for so long..."

"A crush, huh?" he laughed.

You nodded eagerly, whining when he held onto you tighter and started to thrust up into you off the couch.

"You know I'm more than twice your age, right?" he reminded you with a purr, and you nodded. "You know I'm older than your dad, right?"

Your head was spinning, but you nodded again.

"And you know I could get you pregnant... right?"

You moaned, head falling back, and he laughed.

"I knew it," he gloated, "I knew that was what you wanted— knew you needed some babies fucked into you, sweet girl. Daddy's gonna knock you up, s'that what you want?"

"Yes, yes!" you sobbed.

You weren't moving at all now, you were limp and useless as he thrust up into you hard and fast, making you cry and moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth. "I'll come, fuck, nice and deep," he promised, "and give you a baby, yeah? Get you so full and pregnant, just how you want it."

You were begging him for it, but it was all muffled into nonsense under his hand as he fucked up into you rough and fast. It ended with a groan, his head falling back and his body going limp under you as he came. You collapsed onto him, both of you sinking into the couch as you caught your breath.

His hands rested on your thighs still, sometimes petting them or moving up to your waist; you shyly hid your face in the crook of his neck, hardly believing that this really happened— and terrified you would wake up and realize it was all a wonderful dream. "Think I'm gonna need you to babysit for me again tomorrow night," he broke the silence suddenly. "I'll pay double for the short notice."

"I'll do it for free," you replied.

Poly!Yugbam

Requested: anon asked: um hey I wanted ask if you could do a poly BamBam and Yugyeom from GOT7 please? thank you!

Pairing: Got7 Bambam x Yugyeom x Reader

Warnings: nsfw implications

Thank you for your patience ♡ I finally got inspiration for this. I did try to get it out in time for their comeback (which is a.m.a.z.i.n.g) butttttt yeaahh

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BFF

switch hyunjin x switch female reader

warnings: fwb, minor drug use, drinking, unprotected sex, cursing

i listened to bff by slayyyter while writing this,, love that song

the two of you sat in the red toyota supra, facing the many other cars that were also parked on the large front lawn.

“how do i look?”

“hot, now how do i look?”

“hot.”

“then we’re ready,” hyunjin turned to reach the door before you stopped him with a hand on his chest, your fingers feeling the hot skin that wasn’t covered by his button up shirt.

“you’re forgetting the pre-party ritual.” you pulled a flask from the back of your jeans, watching hyunjin’s face light up.

you unscrewed the small cap before taking a swig, passing hyunjin the small tin and watching him as he took a swig.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a bit buzzed, and you already had texted your friend to save some ecstasy for the two of you.

tonight you were ready to get fucked up.

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you and hyunjin walked up to that large house doors with your arms linked together hearing a classmate shout out your arrival.

“oh look it’s our favorite pair of bestfriends!” a couple people turned to face you, greeting by gently lifting their cups in the air or a simple head nod.

loud music filled the cramped building as bodies mingled with each other. you pulled hyunjin threw the crowd immediately heading over to the drinks, and also where your friend with the ecstasy would be.

you stared at the selection of drinks, choosing a clear pink concoction and handing hyunjin a purple.

“give me one moment,” you excused yourself, making way to the other side of the drink table, exchanging money for the two pills you had been waiting eagerly for.

hyunjin was already comfortable on the wall, three girls hanging off his sides playing with the boy’s hair and laughing at any little thing he’d say.

yeah your bestfriend is hot, but you came to hang out tonight qnd get totally trashed, not split up five minutes into the party.

you placed the two pills onto your tongue, walking over to the small group with a toothy smile. you make your way over confidently, grabbing the back of your bestfriends neck and pulling him into a messy kiss.

hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to place his hands on your waist and kiss back, the girls around you scoffing before stomping away.

you opened your eye and peeked making sure they had left before using your tongue and pushing one of the pills into his mouth.

you pulled away breathless, standing next to him as his left hand still rested on your waist.

“sure know how to make an entrance,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair and looking down on you.

“i know.” you playfully winked and swallowed the pill, feeling it slip down your throat.

“something’s telling me it’s time to dance,”

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sweat was dripping off the two of you, the pills had kicked in a while ago and the amount of alcohol you guys had drank in between breathers was not making the situation lighter.

you and hyunjin were locked in one of the bathrooms, you sat on the counter and he stood in between your legs.

“this glitter thing on your face, woah.”

“has your hair always been this long hyunjin?”

“your eyes are literally glowing!”

“your lips feel so soft” you ran your thumb across his bottom lip as he laughed, his fingers tracing against the glitter decorating your cheeks.

“your lips look soft too,” his eyes widen as he pokes the soft skin of your lips before getting imterrupted by a banging on the door.

“someone needs to take a shit, get a fucking room!” one of the boys in your class shouted from the other sode of the door.

“oh shit we should get out,” hyunjin laughs, a boyish grin adorning his face as he lifted you up off the counter.

the two of you stumbled down the long hallway, hyunjin leading you while holding your smaller hand in his.

you looked at the vibrant lights jumping out at you, feeling almost as if you could taste the color on the tip of your tongue, the music seeping through your ears and mushing up all your thoughts.

“oh hey y/n!” the two of you stopped and look towards the person that called your name, a loud scoff leavimg hyunjin’s mouth as you stared up at you ex jongmin.

“uhm.. hi!” you smiled feeling the grip on your hand tighten, hyunjin walked towards you wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your head.

“hi jongmin~” he mocked, pulling you closer into his embrace.

jongmin glanced at hyunjin and completely ignored him, directing his attention back towards you.

“i was just about to head out you tryna come with?” jongmin reached out to grab your wrist but was quickly stopped by hyunjin’s hand.

“we’re busy, but we appreciate the efforts.” hyunjin no longer was smiling, hoping your ex would get the message to fuck off as you stepped furter into hyunjin’s embrace.

“i’m having fun here jongmin.. bye, let’s go jinnie,” you walked away before you amd hyunjin bust out laughing “did you see his face, he was heated!” hyunjin continued to lean on you as you made way down the halls looking for an empty bed to crash on.

“ooo when we find a room we should play a game!” hyunjin suggested in a cheery manner.

“lucky for you, a room is right here! ladies first madam” you oet hyunjin walk into the room and followed after, watching him flop onto the bed and crawling in after him. “okay what’s the game?”

“spin the bottle,”

“hyunjin we don’t have a bottle.. and there’s only two of us.” you look him dead in the eyes, watching the color in his pupils swirl.

“oh.. then we can just make out,” he suggested while studying how the glitter changed wth every subtle movement you made.

you shrugged leaning in and pressing your lips gently against him. the two of you relaxed and let your tongues slide into each others mouths, tangling with each other.

hyunjin pulled away and watched the saliva string atretch between the two of you before swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and cleaning up the mess.

“how are your lips already swollen?” he didn’t give you time before pushing his lips back against yours forcefully.

you gripped his loose shirt and pulled his fogure on top of yours, your head hitting one of the pillows as you spread your legs to give him room to rest between them.

hyunjin broke the kiss a second time and went straight for your neck, dragging his tongue across it while you tried your best to unbutton the rest of his shirt.

hyunjin began to mark up your nevk with love bites, sucking harshly on the sensitive skin as you decided to play around a bit. your right hand reached onto his now completely bare upper body, feeling him up before finding your target.

you took his nipple in between your two fingers and gently twisted causing hyunjin to moan onto your neck and thrust his hips against yours.

your eyes lit up at the reaction, your head filling with the sound of hyunjin’s pretty moan.

“hyunjinnie~ never told me your nipples were so sensitive.”

“fuck, no one had ever done that before,” hyunjin’s breath fanned your neck as he tryed to calm himslef down from the sudden feeling.

“lay down for me,” you slightly begged as hyunjin rolled over onto his back.

“fuck you really took be out with that one i’m so hard jeez” you laughed at his words climbing on top of him before gently kissing his chest. “oh my god don’t you fucking dare.” hyunjin shivered knowing what was coming next.

you wrapped your lips around his sensitve nub, running your tongue against the warm skin.

“fuck!” hyunjin grappef your hair harsly, hips thrusting up in eagerness, “jesus fuck,” he cursed out.

you pulled away softly biting his nipple before parting and smiling at him.

“look at how hard you are! it’s so cute!” you cooed whike tracing your hand against his hard on. “look it twitched,”

hyunjin grabbed your hips and flipped the two of you over, firmly pressing your hips into the mattress.

“stop talking to me like your bitch, god~” he rolled his hips against yours, drawing a mewl from your through as hyunjin groaned. he looked down at you through his hair, tugging down your jeans and underwear down and throwing them to the floor.

hyunjin took off his belt and pulled his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them and crawling back to you.

he tapped his cock against your bare cunt, causing you to slightly stir.

“hyunjin stop stalling,”

“ok ok, just let my stare at your hot ass body for a second.” hyunjin placed his hand onto your boob and softly groped your clothed chest. “i’d fucking kill for these.” he pushed your shirt up and pulled your sports bra down, just enough to pull out your tits and fondle them. “next time you gotta let me cum on your tits,”

“maybe if we could get through this time first,” you whine impatiantly.

“oh hush,” hyunjin puts hand between your legs and works two fingers in you, knowing you were already running out of patience he decided a quick prep would be best.

he worked you open, dragging his thumb across your clit a couple of times causing you to choke on some of your breaths.

“hyunjin just put it in already!”

hyunjin laughed at your impatience, using some of your juices to lube himself up before lining his cock up.

his hips sank into yours, the warmth envelpoing him causing him to bury his face into your neck and softly bite down.

your walls instantly clenched around him, loving how you could practically feel him in your stomach.

“god my bestfriend has a pretty dick.”

hyunjin pressed his forhead against yours.

“don’t forget a pretty face.” his hips dragged against yours slowly but he had enough force with each of his thrust.

“who knew my bestfriend would be the best at taking my dick.” hyunjin groaned out, catching your lips into another kiss, his tongue tasting the inside of your mouth as his non-supporting hand creeped down your body.

his hand found his way to your clit and rubbed figure eights on the small nerve, causing your body jolt.

“jinnie i’m gonna come!”

“no one’s stopping you.”

at his words you let go, your body spazzing as you rapidly clenched around him, hyunjin guided you through your orgasm before pulling out and stroking himself a couple of times, spilling onto your stomach.

“that was some of the best sex i’ve had in a minute.” you gasp out, staring at the ceiling intensly.

“thank god i have a sexy little bff,”

[7:19pm]

You’re exactly where you love to be on a Saturday night, on your couch in your comfiest clothes, sandwiched between Felix and Jisung with Hyunjin on the floor between your knees with all eyes glued to the latest drama on your television set. Nights like this are absolutely perfect.

Hyunjin leans into your touch as you run your fingers through the messy french braid you’ve been working into his hair and smoothing back out repeatedly. Your bookends, Felix and Jisung alternate between laying their heads on your shoulder while sighing dreamily over the unbelievably handsome male lead and battling silently for the attention of your free hand. 

“Why are you three always cozied up with my wife every time I come home?” Jinyoung says as he enters the living room behind you, having to announce his presence since you’re all too wrapped up in the whirlwind romance on-screen to notice. 

“Dad’s home!” Felix shouts, making you giggle and the other boys light up with excitement.

“For the last time, I am not your dad. You guys are nineteen,” Jinyoung tries, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Dad, why don’t you love us?” Jisung says with the most ridiculous pout that is immediately copied by his two counterparts. 

Jinyoung realizes there is no reasoning with the four of you. Not with the three boys making puppy dog eyes at him while you hold them all to you protectively, brows raised, just daring him to break your babies’ hearts. 

“Must we adopt all the stray children?” Jinyoung asks, plopping down on the couch next to Felix.

“Yes,” You reply simply while scratching Hyunjin’s head and squishing Felix and Ji’s cheeks in turn.

“Hey, dad,” Hyunjin calls and you snicker as Jinyoung replies with a resigned ‘Yes?’. “Can we get take out for dinner?” He asks, rolling his head back on to your lap and grinning hopefully at Jinyoung while the other two boys nod in agreement. 

After a long sigh, Jinyoung only says, “Ask your mother.”

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Trust & Lust — Jasper Hale

TW: smut, language, etc.

Summary: After the baseball game Jasper invited you to - he sneaks into your room later that night to take care of your sexual needs.

Additional info: (Fem!Human!Reader), sub/dom vibes, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, praise, lowkey breeding kink(?), oral(f), jasper has to keep you quiet bc your parents are asleep, this was fun to write so I hope y'all enjoy! <3

I’ll fix any typos later

Word Count: 2.4k+

@opalrose0 bestie dinner is ready 😎

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dealer’s choice

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader

an. i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics​ for latest updates<3 synopsis. your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

warnings. 18+. i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.

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protective || matt murdock x fem!reader

you tried to distract yourself from the way you felt about your mom’s new boyfriend, you really did, but matt murdock just makes it so damn hard.

words: 3k

cw: fem!reader, mom’s boyfriend!matt x reader (so, tw stepcest to be safe), oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, matt invading privacy using his senses as per usual lolol

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“Why were you being so weird the other night?” The question slips from you frustratingly despite your best efforts to approach him carefully and calmly.

Standing there in his office, you’re reminded of the night that had started the chain of events that led to this very moment.

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four christmases

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

warnings:  slight violence, angst, fluff, smut && SPOILERS

word count: 16k

description: part 2 of 5. CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FILM. you’ve been working for the thrombeys for four years now,the last three years of your service being a glorified babysitter to the most annoying, self-absorbed, dickhead hugh ransom drysdale. These are the four christmases you’ve spent with the thrombey/drysdale clan during your times of service. 

a/n: this story is brought to you by season 4 of schitt’s creek and maybe 12 cups of coffee. it felt like it took forever to write, but i’m happy to bring it to you. this is the follow up for my other ransom one-shot ‘the assistant’. i hope you guys like it! 

2018

What a fucking asshole. 

“You have to be there, it’s your job.” Ransom huffed indignantly. You rolled your eyes from the passenger seat of his beamer, tablet open in your lap as you scrolled through your sister’s amazon wishlist. 

“I have a family too Ransom. I can’t just abandon my own family on Christmas just because you can’t get along with yours.” His knuckles turned white against the gear shift. Nothing else mattered, only him it seemed, and his whining Mommy complex. 

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Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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