pairings: model y/n x idol jk
warnings: nsfw 18+, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), fingering, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, orgasm control, choking, swearing, multiple positions, nipple stimulation, much moree <33
overview: you’re one of Victoria’s Secret’s top models, and this year’s show is bigger than ever especially with Jungkook performing. he’s been secretly obsessed with you for months, waiting for a chance to finally meet you. you’ve never paid much attention to him before, but once you do, you can’t seem to look away.
a/n: in honor of the victoria’s secret fashion show coming back on wednesday <33
The backstage area is chaos — music, makeup, people yelling about outfit changes — but in your dressing room, it’s all giggles and glitter. You’re sitting in front of the mirror in your first outfit of the night: sparkly light blue lingerie, matching heels, and the huge pair of angel wings strapped to your back. Your hair’s blown out perfectly, soft and bouncy, and the lights make everything shimmer. “I still can’t believe Jungkook’s performing tonight,” Bella says, leaning over your shoulder with a grin. her glossed lips curling into a grin. “He’s so hot, like actually unreal.” Beside her, Lila nods, scrolling through her phone before flashing you a photo of him — dark hair, tattoos peeking from his sleeve, that stare. You laugh, shaking your head as you reach for the can of glitter spray. “Yeah, I’ve heard of BTS,” you admit lightly, misting sparkle over your skin, “but I’ve never really paid much attention. It’s not that deep.” The girls groan dramatically, squealing as they zoom in on his photos while you just shake your head, pretending not to care — even though you catch yourself looking a second too long. He definitely is handsome.
The music starts up from the main stage, the usual crew knocks on the dressing room door indicating its time for the last practice before the show starts. The angels make their way to the front and line up as they prepare to strut one by one down the runway, Jungkook stands in the center of the stage doing a last minute sound check. Bella’s eyes go wide. “Oh my god, that’s him,” she says, grabbing your arm. Sure enough, Jungkook’s voice echoes through the speakers as he starts his soundcheck, smooth and low enough to make the walls hum. A producer pokes his head in, calling for the next round of practice walks, and before you know it, you’re stepping out under the bright stage lights. He’s right there — standing near the edge of the runway, mic in hand, head tilted slightly as he watches the stage crew move around.
You keep your pace steady, strutting like it’s nothing, but your pulse jumps when his eyes find yours. For a second, everything feels like it slows down. He doesn’t look away — not once — and the way he’s watching you makes it impossible to ignore the pull in your chest. You tell yourself it’s just because he’s hot — all tattoos, veins, and silver piercings glinting under the light — but the way his gaze lingers makes your skin feel too warm. Your heart is practically jumping out of your chest.
When the practice wraps up and everyone gathers backstage again, Bella and Lila are practically vibrating. “He was totally staring at you,” Lila says, smacking your arm. “Like, not even trying to hide it.” Bella nods, wide-eyed. “Yeah, he wants you, babe. You saw the way he looked at you.” You laugh it off, rolling your eyes as you sip your water and pretend to scroll through your phone. “You guys are imagining things,” you say, though your heart’s still racing — and no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop replaying the way he looked at you when you walked past.
The show’s only minutes away, and backstage is buzzing — stylists shouting last calls, glitter floating through the air, heels clicking against the floor. You’re lined up with the other Angels, wings in place, trying to steady your breathing. Beyond the curtain, the bass rumbles so hard you feel it in your chest. Then his voice cuts through it — smooth, deep, unmistakable. Jungkook’s soundcheck turns into the real thing, and suddenly, the show has begun.
“Showtime!” someone yells, and before you can even think, you’re stepping out into blinding lights. The crowd erupts instantly, phones flashing from both sides of the runway. Every shimmer of your sparkly blue lingerie catches the light as you walk, each step confident, hips swaying to the beat. The air feels heavier when you spot him — Jungkook, center stage, dressed in black, mic in hand, eyes locked on you like he’s been waiting all night. His gaze is sharp, hungry, following every move you make.
As you reach the point where the runway meets the stage, you slow down just slightly, your fingers brushing against his as you pass. He doesn’t miss a beat — still singing — but his hand lingers, fingertips gliding along your arm before he lets go, a touch that sends a chill straight up your spine. The crowd screams louder, lights flashing, but all you can feel is him — that piercing stare, the smirk tugging at his lips, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
You hit your final pose, glitter dusting off your skin under the lights, and then turn to head backstage again. You can feel his eyes on you the entire way, and even when the music swells behind you, it’s his touch you can’t stop replaying. Your heart races and your body feels weak. The snapping of the photographers cameras fill your ears as you exit the stage for your next costume change.
You step off the runway, heart still racing, the roar of the crowd echoing behind you. The second your heels hit the backstage floor, chaos erupts — Bella practically screams, “Y/N, what the hell was that?! You touched him!” Lila’s right behind her, eyes wide and hands flying dramatically. “You planned that, didn’t you? Oh my god, everyone saw it! He looked like he wanted to drag you off stage right then and there!”
You burst out laughing, trying to brush past them, but they corner you near the mirrors, squealing and pushing your shoulders playfully. “It was part of the walk!” you protest, blushing so hard your cheeks burn. “I just thought it’d look good, that’s all.” Bella rolls her eyes, grinning. “Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that. The way he looked at you, babe? That wasn’t acting.”
You try to keep a straight face, but the smile cracks anyway — small at first, then impossible to hide. The memory flashes again in your head: his fingers brushing yours, the way his touch lingered a second too long, the heat in his eyes as the crowd screamed around you. You shake your head, pretending to focus on the next outfit, but your heart’s still beating like you’re back out there.
“Next look in two minutes!” someone shouts, breaking the moment. You strip out of the blue set, careful with the wings, and a stylist rushes in with your next outfit — delicate baby pink lingerie covered in tiny silk flowers, soft and romantic against your skin. It’s breathtaking, and somehow more intimate than the last. The floral pieces frame your body perfectly, like something out of a dream.
Bella leans in the doorway, smirking. “He’s still out there, by the way. And if he wasn’t obsessed before, he definitely is now.” You grab your perfume and laugh under your breath, shaking your head. “You guys are insane.” But when the next song starts and the crowd roars again, you can’t help wondering if he’s still thinking about that moment too.
The stage lights shift into a soft rose hue, glitter dusting the air like magic. The crowd’s hum turns into a roar as the first notes of “Seven” pulse through the speakers — smooth, seductive, and alive with energy. You’re up next. The stylist gives your wings a final adjustment, and someone whispers, “Go,” just as the curtain parts.
You step onto the runway, and it’s like walking straight into a dream. The floor beneath you shimmers in pink sparkles, every step catching light that bursts into tiny stars under your heels. Behind you, the massive screen glows with soft, starry pink visuals — like the sky at sunset, glowing just for you. Flashes from photographers pop like fireworks on both sides, the audience leaning in, captivated, phones raised, eyes following your every move.
Then you see him. Jungkook stands center stage in that same black outfit, mic in hand, singing directly into the crowd — but his eyes find you instantly. It’s the same look as before, only heavier. Hungrier. He doesn’t look away as you strut toward him, the rhythm of the song matching your pace, his voice smooth and teasing as he sings “seven days a week…” You can feel the bass vibrating through the runway, through your legs, straight into your chest.
As you reach the edge of the stage where the two of you meet again, you slow down just slightly — intentional, just like before. The crowd screams as he takes a step closer, still singing, eyes locked on you like he’s memorizing every detail. You pass by him, close enough to smell his cologne, your arm brushing against his as you walk past.
For a split second, the world shrinks to just that — his voice, the glittering pink light, and the heat between you that feels too real for the stage. Then the cameras flash again, and you keep walking, wings glittering, the crowd erupting as you hit your final pose. From the corner of your eye, you catch him still watching you, singing your way through the last line like he means it.
You turn away, smiling for the audience, but inside, you’re trembling — not from nerves, but from the way he looked at you. Like you were his favorite part of the show.
The finale music fades, and the crowd rises to their feet in a blur of lights, cheers, and camera flashes. The Angels gather together on the glittering pink runway for the traditional group photo — wings brushing, laughter echoing, everyone glowing under the warm stage lights. Jungkook’s still out there, mic in hand, sweat glistening on his skin as he takes a bow with that charming grin that makes the crowd scream all over again.
A photographer waves everyone into place, calling out names and directions over the noise. “Jungkook, center! Angels, gather around him, please!” You start to step to the side, but the photographer pauses when Jungkook leans in and says something quietly. There’s a brief exchange, then the photographer smiles and gestures for you. “Y/N, right next to Jungkook, please.”
You blink, a little thrown, but move into place beside him. The lights flash, everyone smiling wide for the final shots, but you can feel his gaze before you even look up. He’s not subtle about it — his eyes trace over your face, then down the delicate pink floral details of your outfit, before meeting yours again with a look that makes your chest tighten. He looks proud, almost possessive, and for a moment, it feels like no one else is even there.
When the photos wrap, everyone scatters — hugs, laughter, champagne, glitter everywhere. You slip off the stage and back to your dressing room, finally letting out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. The first thing you do is kick off your heels, sighing in relief as you rub your sore feet. You peel off the wings, set them aside carefully, and start changing into something more comfortable — a stretchy black mini skirt and an oversized off-shoulder pullover that reads Victoria’s Secret Angel across the front. It hangs loose around your collarbones, soft and warm, paired with fuzzy pink slippers. The noise outside is still buzzing — makeup artists packing up, other models laughing, a dozen people trying to get a selfie with Jungkook before he leaves.
You sling your bag over your shoulder, ready to call it a night, when a light tap lands on your shoulder. You freeze for half a second before turning around — and there he is. Jungkook. Up close, still in his stage outfit, sweat-damp hair curling against his temples, eyes soft but focused right on you.
“Hey,” he says, voice low from performing but still warm. You can barely hear him over the chatter, but your pulse pounds loud enough to drown everything else out.
Jungkook stands there, close enough that you catch the faint trace of his cologne under the lingering scent of hairspray and perfume. His hair’s still damp from the lights, dark strands falling over his forehead, and there’s this look in his eyes — focused, unreadable, like he’s trying not to stare but failing miserably.
Across the room, Bella and Lila freeze mid-conversation when they see him. They exchange a look, then both give you giant, exaggerated thumbs up, grinning like they’re watching the final scene of a rom-com. You fight the urge to laugh, shaking your head slightly before turning your attention back to him.
“Hey,” you say in a tone so quiet you thought it would be impossible for him to hear.
He smiles, that small, easy kind of smile that still somehow feels like it’s meant only for you. “I’ve been wanting to meet you all night,” he admits, voice low, the edge of a laugh sitting underneath it like he’s nervous to say it out loud. “I saw you rehearsing earlier, and then…” His eyes flicker — just for a second — down to your lips, then back up. “Well, you kind of made it impossible not to.”
Your face warms instantly, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear to hide the way your hand trembles a little. “Guess it worked, then,” you joke, trying to sound steady, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to.
He chuckles, glancing down for a moment before stepping just a little closer, enough for the space between you to shrink to something noticeable. “Can I get a picture with you?” he asks, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Just one. For me.”
You hesitate for half a second — mostly because you can feel your heart pounding through your chest — then nod. “Sure.” He leans in beside you, arm brushing yours as he raises his phone. The screen lights up, and you both look into the camera, but when the shutter clicks, his eyes are already on you instead.
You try to laugh it off, stepping back just slightly. “You’re gonna make people talk,” you tease, slipping your hands into the pockets of your pullover.
He smiles, thumb hovering over the photo before locking his phone. “That’s fine,” he says quietly, still looking right at you. “Let them.”
Your chest feels tight again — not from nerves, but from the way he says it, calm and sure, like he already knows you feel the same. And when he smiles again, you realize you don’t really know what to do with the way you suddenly, really don’t want to leave.
For a second, neither of you say anything. It’s just the quiet hum of the room — distant laughter, heels clicking across the floor, the faint sound of camera shutters somewhere down the hall. Jungkook slips his phone into his pocket, still half smiling, eyes never leaving yours.
“So…” he starts, voice low, casual but careful. “Are you going to the afterparty?”
You blink, caught off guard. “Yeah,” you say quickly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean—yeah, I’ll probably stop by for a bit.”
He nods slowly, the corner of his mouth lifting into something that looks dangerously close to a smirk. “Good,” he says, backing up a step. “Then I hope I’ll see you there.”
And just like that, he turns and walks off, disappearing into the swarm of people still buzzing around the backstage area. You stand there for a moment, still holding your breath, heart pounding like the music’s still playing. Bella and Lila rush over a second later, practically bursting.
“What did he say?!” Bella demands, shaking your arm. You just stare toward where he disappeared, a small, stunned smile pulling at your lips.
Back at your apartment, it’s pure chaos — in the best way. Music’s blasting from a speaker on the counter, clothes are everywhere, and the three of you are yelling over each other trying to get ready. Lila’s curling her hair in the reflection of your TV screen, Bella’s sitting cross-legged on your bed doing her eyeliner, and you’re standing in front of your vanity, lip gloss in one hand and your phone in the other.
“Y/N, hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Bella shouts, tossing you your heels. You laugh, slipping them on, checking your reflection one last time. Glitter still clings to your collarbones from the show, and your hair’s fallen perfectly into soft waves — effortless but still just enough.
Twenty minutes later, you’re stepping into the afterparty — the music low and sultry, lights flickering gold and pink across the crowded room. Everyone’s there, champagne glasses in hand, laughter echoing over the bass. You try to act casual, chatting with Bella and Lila as you glance around, pretending you’re not scanning the room for someone in particular.
Jungkook’s across the room near the bar, dressed in all black — sleeves pushed up, silver chain catching the light. He’s mid-conversation, smiling at something someone said, but the second his eyes find you, he stops. Just for a beat. His expression shifts — the same piercing look from the runway, that quiet intensity that makes your breath hitch.
And even from across the room, you can feel it — that pull, that spark — like you both already know where the night is heading.
Jungkook starts weaving through the crowd, eyes locked on yours the entire way. Your heart beats faster with every step he takes, the world around you blurring into music and laughter and the soft glow of the party lights. When he finally reaches you, he smiles — that same half-smirk from the runway that makes your chest tighten — and you can’t help but grin back.
The two of you spend the night talking, laughing, sharing stories over the music and clinking glasses. The crowd swirls around you, but it feels like you’re in your own little bubble. Photographers snap pictures from the edges of the room, flashes going off every few seconds, but neither of you care — your attention is entirely on each other.
At some point, he takes your hand, pulling you just a little closer, and leans in to press a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. It’s electric in the best way — a spark that makes the air between you feel alive. You smile against his lips, and he smiles back, that same mischievous glint in his eyes.
The kiss becomes more passionate, rougher, and hungry. As you both pull apart for air his thumb runs across your bottom lip.
“Fuck Y/n you have no clue what you do to me..” he groans. You look up at him innocently with a smile, your lips puffy from kissing. “do you wanna leave..” you say softly. you weren’t sure how to tell him you wanted him, but he got the hint. He takes your hand leading you out of the party and to his car. “my hotel or your place?”
“Mine.” you say softly as you type your address into his phone in a hurry.
You guys arrive to your place within five minutes, the tension only rising higher. As soon as you reach the elevator your lips are back on each other.
You let out small whines and whimpers into his mouth as the kiss grows rougher, his hands immediately move to your ass squeezing it as hard as he can.
as the elevator reaches your floor you both move quickly, you unlock the door desperately and as soon as the door closes behind you he wastes no time.
You’re against the wall now as he picks you up, legs wrapping around his waist. You break away from the kiss guiding him to your room with a giggle.
The door swings open and he lays you on the bed, immediately climbing on top of you, he removes his shirt and begins to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving marks all the way down.
You take in the sight in front of you, his muscles flexing as he manhandles you, his tattooed arm snaking around your waist. You felt so small underneath him, your clit throbbed for him, your nipples hard.
He continues kissing down your neck, then down your stomach as he reaches your skirt. You instinctively buck your hips and he smiles as he pulls it down.
“mm.. so needy for me to touch you, huh baby?” he rasps.
You part your legs in response, feeling completely vulnerable and undeniably horny. His eyes scan you from the top down, the wet patch on your panties completely visible to him.
He takes a deep breath and begins to circle his thumb on your clothed clit making you whine. “let’s get this top off baby hm? wanna see your pretty tits.” he says lazily.
With his other hand he palms your tits through your sweater, pinching your hardened nipples through the fabric as the other hand continues rubbing your clit through your panties.
The sounds you’re making are so sinful yet beautiful to Jungkook. He groans and fights against the strain in his pants, his goal to make you feel good before himself.
He pulls off your sweater revealing your tits. “Fuck” he gasps as he reaches out and begins to play with them again.
The feeling was overwhelming, you begin to move your hips against his hand desperate for more friction. He pushes your hips down and in place.
“Patience baby, gonna take my time with you”
He brings your nipple to his mouth, softly sucking as his other hand continues its ministrations before removing your panties.
His middle and ring finger immediately connecting with your slit, rubbing up and down slowly as he collects your slick on his fingers.
Your head slowly falls back as your hips continue moving against his hand.
He releases your nipple from his mouth with a pop, then his lips find yours again. The kiss is sloppy and yet passionate. He bites down on your lip, then pushes his tongue into your mouth. His tongue moves around yours, saliva dripping from both of your mouths.
He sucks on your tongue softly making you whine, then breaks away from the kiss as you both catch your breath.
“Need to eat your pretty pussy baby, please let me.” He says softly in your ear as his fingers continue to tease your slit.
You nod incoherently. “Please J.. need to feel your tongue.”
Those words were all it took, next thing you know Jungkook is pushing your knees up to your chest and his tongue plunges into your tight hole.
The feeling is too much, your fingers grip his hair like your life depends on it. Your whines grow louder and your hips begin to move against his face.
“Yes oh my god yes Jungkook fuck its so good” you whine
He eats your pussy like it’s the only meal he’s had in days, his slowly pushes one and then two fingers in as he continues sucking on your clit.
Your back arches and your mind clouds from the immense amount of pleasure. His fingers move faster and your vision blurs.
“Think you can take another finger baby? gotta make sure you’re all stretched out for me” he mumbles.
A harsh smack lands on your clit causing you to whine.
“Need to hear you say it.”
“Please.” you whine, he smirks and adds a third finger.
You’ve touched yourself many times, but the difference is his fingers are much bigger than yours, you’ve never felt this way when you use your own. His fingers make you feel so full, you could only imagine how you’d feel when his dick is inside of you.
As the heat in your stomach intensifies, you feel yourself getting closer. Your pussy clenches around his fingers tightly, making it harder for him to move them in and out.
He gently places a kiss on your ear, "You close, pretty baby? Can feel you gripping my fucking fingers so tightly. Let go for me, baby, such a desperate girl, hm?" he whispers into your ear as his fingers speed up.
You let out a high-pitched moan as you finish all over his fingers, your hips stutter, and your legs shake uncontrollably. The burning feeling in your stomach hurts so good. You felt like you were levitating.
He pulls his fingers out and brings them to your lips. You absent-mindedly open your mouth and suck on them, tasting yourself. He smiles and shoves his fingers towards the back of your throat, watching as you gag.
"So much for you being an angel, huh? You may look like one baby, but underneath that, you're such a slut. Do they know that baby?" He teases.
As you try to defend yourself, he shoves his fingers further once more, making you gag again.
"What was that, baby? seemed like you were trying to say something. My fucking slut. You got everyone fooled thinking you're this sweet little angel, little do they know you're over here gagging on my fingers like a whore." He laughs and removes his fingers. He smears the saliva all over your lips before kissing you roughly.
He pushes his pants down, his boxers, following.
"Need to be in you, my dick is throbbing for you, baby."
You whine in response, completely gone at this point. You spread your legs, waiting for him to fuck you. Your pussy, glistening from the slick gushing from your little hole.
He drags the tip of his dick up and down your slit, his pre-cum mixing with your arousal. You clench around nothing.
"Please.. Please J.." you begin to cry and incoherently babble, too deep in pleasure.
"Yeah, baby? You want my big fat dick inside of you? Want me to fucking split you in half? ruin you and that pretty angel makeup you have on?" he can't wait any longer, he pushes his dick inch by inch inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan.
"Oh my god, Y/n, so fucking tight, you're squeezing my dick so good," he groans.
Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he pounds into you deeply. Your eyes roll back, and drool escapes your mouth as you're fucked into oblivion. This feels like a literal dream. Lila and Bella are going to have a time tomorrow when you all debrief.
He flips you over and fucks you at a different angle, one hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back against him. The other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy and slightly struggle to breathe. The scene felt dirty, yet intoxicating.
"J.. i-it's so deep can't take it oh my god.." you whine, it was half true though. He's so big it feels illegal. You were struggling to take it, but you didn't care. You wanted every part of him; you're obsessed.
He smiles and squeezes your neck harder. He pulls your head back just enough to make contact with your mouth, he spits in your mouth, and you swallow it immediately.
"shh. You fucking wanted this dick, so you're going to take every fucking inch, you understand me? You were made for me, this pussy, your whole body it's all mine. You're my fucking slut, my angel, my baby," he groans against your ear.
He smacks your ass harshly, making you whimper. His words have your legs shaking; you're so close, but it feels different from your other orgasms; this one is more intense.
The position changes again; now you're riding him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your head buried into his shoulder as thrusts meet yours. He kisses your forehead and your neck, and whispers praises into your ear.
"So beautiful, baby, my own angel. Been wanting you for the longest, now you're mine."
You whimper and bite down on his shoulder, the pleasure becoming too much. He notices you slowing down and begins to thrust his hips up aggressively.
"Oh baby, you're about to cum, aren't you? That sucks, you're going to have to wait."
You immediately begin to beg and whine, you needed to finish, it was so intense you couldn't hold for much longer.
He laughs and continues thrusting, now at an animalistic pace. "You can take it, baby, you're my little slut, right? just a little more, wanna cum with you, pretty girl."
His dick begins to twitch inside of you, indicating he is about to cum. He positions himself to pull out, but you lock your legs around him and meet his thrusts sloppily yet desperately.
"Don't pull out of me, please, kook. Don't you want to fill me up with your cum? need to feel full," you whine.
He groans at your words. "Fuck, cum with me, Y/n, I'm cumming."
That's all it took, and you let go, your orgasm shooting right through you. He locks his arms around your waist and kisses you, swallowing your loud moans. You feel his cum shoot inside of you as it fills you up completely.
After you both come down from your high, you both stare at each other breathlessly. He slowly pulls out, his cum leaking out slightly.
He gets up and walks away for what felt like forever before coming back with a water and a rag. He cleans you up and helps you dress before handing you the water.
"Will you stay the night?" you whisper. You know it was just supposed to be a hookup, and he probably wants to never see you again, but you don't want him to leave.
He turns to you. "Do you want me to?" he says in a surprised tone.
Your face turns flush, you become embarrassed. "Forget it, it's okay. I'm sorry for overstepping. I know you probably are busy anyway."
"Y/n, do you want me to stay the night?" He asks again, completely disregarding everything you just rambled on about.
"Yes." You say nervously.
"That's all you had to say. I didn't really want to leave right after anyway," he says in a softer tone.
He lies back down next to you, and you both cuddle up and fall asleep.
You wake up the next morning to your bedside empty, disappointed, you sit up waiting for a second, maybe he went to the bathroom?
Seconds turn into minutes, your anxiety gets the best of you. You get up and walk around your apartment, no trace of him.
You sigh and sit on the couch. You open your phone to call Bella and tell her everything. You felt hurt, wondering why he couldn't even say bye at least, you wanted to see him again.
Your eyes sting as you blink back tears. You felt embarrassed for being this worked up to begin with over a celebrity whom you had just met, but you really did want to get to know him and see where things went.
As you wipe a couple of tears, your front door opens, revealing Jungkook, who's holding a bag from your favorite bakery. His gaze softens as he sees your teary face.
"What happened?" he asks, concerned as he walks over to the couch.
"Sorry, I thought you left and didn't want to see me again.. I really want to get to know you, Jungkook, and see where this goes.." you say in a soft voice.
He smiles and kisses you. "No, silly, Bella was calling you this morning, but you were sleeping. I answered and asked her where you like to eat breakfast, then I went to pick up your go-to order." He says in a caring tone.
"Thank you so much, you didn't have to."
"Of course I did, I wanna get to know you better too, Y/n, you're mine." He says as he tightens his grip around you and kisses you again.
A/n: this is def my fav one so far that i’ve written!! this was so much fun and I hope you enjoy it my loves <33
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