(awe poor baby)

Mock up the courage

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, just pure fluff. 

A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.

This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.

Actually, it was more like a drawn out whine.

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[ that’s honestly so adorable ^^ here ya go, hope you enjoy it !! thanks so much for requesting !! :) ]

Seokjin 

➸ It was late at night when Jin felt the pressure against his side. It was if something were pushing him, or trying to grab his attention. He tried ignoring it, only for the force to become harder - concluding that he wasn’t dreaming and that whoever it was, wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep. Groaning softly, he sits up with squinted eyes, them adjusting to the darkness and finally onto you - hunched over in fear with wide and guilty eyes. Seeing your expression seemed to knock the sleep right out of him, as he sat up, giving you his full attention. 

“What’s wrong, jagi? Did you have a nightmare?” 

You shook your head, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I…I have to…”

“What is it?” 

He couldn’t see it, but he knew you were blushing from embarrassment as your refused to look him in the eye. It wasn’t until he noticed how tightly you were squeezing your thighs together that he had to put two and two together. Jin chuckles softly as he rubs a warm hand over your leg, allowing you to relax - now that you were sure he wasn’t upset that you woke him up. 

“Y/n, do you want me to walk you to the bathroom, again?” Nodding your head, you quietly apologized for it being the sixth time that week you woke him up to walk you to the bathroom; it made you feel so immature. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry for. We all have our fears. Yours, unfortunately, happened to be the dark and our bathroom just happened to be down the hall. So, no need to be sorry, okay?” 

He leaned forward to place a tired kiss on your forehead, bringing a small smile to your burning face. “Thank you,” you would sigh in relief that he didn’t reprimand you about your fear. 

“Now, let’s go empty that bladder of yours.” He suddenly cringed. “Forget I said that - that sounded a lot cuter in my head.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You laid in the bed, wide awake, contemplating your next move. It was currently 2:47 AM, your had to pee really bad, but it was also pitch black in your room. Mentally cursing your childhood fear of the dark never going away, you were stuck with two options. The only problem was that one of those options involved waking Yoongi up. Which, from experience, didn’t always end up being pretty. He was very persistent in his sleeping, always letting you know how important it was to him - and you understood completely. 

But right now, you were desperate and ready to burst. 

It was fine until you suddenly started feeling as if you could no longer hold it, and the squirming had begun. You couldn’t help it, holding in the urge to pee was just pure torture, it nearly driving you to tears; you were in a major dilemma.  Suddenly, a hand gripped one of your squirming legs rough enough to the point you almost peed yourself right then and there. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The sound of his gruff morning voice sent chills down your spine.     He’s awake. 

“I…I have to pee…” 

“Then fucking go pee, Y/n…” 

“I-I..I can’t…” 

He sighs loudly, sitting up in the bed. Turning on the lamp on his side, Yoongi stares at you with hooded eyes. The sight of his hair being all over the place would have made you laugh any other day, but right now he looked a little pissed - so laughing wasn’t even thought of.  “Why not?” 

You sat in silence for only a few seconds, fiddling with your fingers, while avoiding eye contact. There was no way you could just admit your fear and have him walk you to the bathroom - that’s just embarrassing, especially at your age. Yoongi sighs once again, tilting his head until it rested on his shoulder, his eyes closing slowly. 

“Sweetheart, just spit it out, so we can both go back to sleep, please?” 

“ImafraidofthedarkandIneedyoutowalkmetothebathroom!” 

His eyes reopened at how fast you actually spat it out. Blinking a couple of times, his brain finally process what you said. “Is that all?” 

Shocked that he took your confession so well, probably from being barely awake, you nodded. Sighing for the third time, Yoongi sluggishly got out from under the covers, heading for the door. He turned his head backward once he realized you were still in the bed, raising an eyebrow while holding out his hand. 

“Come on, you big baby~” 

Namjoon

 He woke up to whispers in his ear. Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he grumbled lowly at the feeling of his ear being tickled by whoever the voice belonged to. It wasn’t until the whispered turned into normal volume, and dragged him from his dreams and back to reality. Opening his eyes reluctantly, they immediately set on you as you hovered over his figure, with your hands caging his head in. Namjoon stared up at you for a moment - as if he wasn’t sure if you were real or not. 

“Joonie, will you walk with me to the bathroom?” 

Now he knew he was dreaming. There was no way that you would be hovering over him in this position - better yet, waking him up in the middle of the night - just so he could take you to the bathroom, instead of funny business. It wasn’t until you gripped his shoulders and started shaking him, while whining softly in desperation. 

“Please, Namjoon-ah, it’s really dark down the hall - and I can’t go by myself! What if something grabs me?! What if there’s a killer just waiting for me in the dark abyss, ready to stab me?!” 

“So you want me to go with you so I can get stabbed for you?” 

“Namjoon!” 

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Calm down, I will walk you to the bathroom.” Sitting up to stretch, he pats your head after he yawns. “You’re lucky I love you, because if you were one of the boys, they wouldn’t have to worry about some killer stabbing them - I’d do it for him.” 

Hoseok 

 Hoseok had just found the perfect position to sleep in, sighing deeply that he could now finally drift into dreamland, after tossing and turning all night. Right when he crossed the line between awareness and unawareness, you started to gently poke him on his back, making his muscles clench up in surprise. Rolling over to face you, he almost choked you when you asked a ridiculous question. 

“Did I wake you?” 

Obviously. But he bit back the sarcastic reply and replaced it with a more sweeter one. From the look on your face, it was what you needed at the moment. “No, no, I was awake. Just laying here, trying to get comfortable. Why, what’s going on?” 

“Okay, you’re gonna think I’m stupid for asking this…” 

“I would never, no matter what the circumstance, jagi. I am your hope, your angel, you can ask me anything.” 

You sighed. “Promise you won’t laugh?” 

Hoseok sits up, doing the absolute most by actually crossing his heart and zipping his mouth shut. Now giving you his full attention, you inhaled a deep breath. 

“I’m terrified of the dark, have been ever since I was little, and I…I need you to walk with me so I can use the bathroom…” 

Now, he knew that he promised he wouldn’t laugh. But, he never promised that he wouldn’t coo at how adorable you were at that very moment in his eyes. Squishing your cheeks while making kissy faces at you, Hoseok couldn’t contain how cute you were being. 

“Aw, my poor widdle baby, of course I’ll escort you to the bathroom. You sweet little princess, you~” Placing tiny pecks on every aspect of your face, you couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly at his sudden shower of affection. But, hey, this was Hoseok. What did you expect? 

“I think it would’ve been better if you had just laughed, Hobi…”

“Oh, hush, you love it. Now, TO THE BATHROOM.” 

Jimin 

 He had passed out after attempting to sit through a horror movie with you. It’s not that it wasn’t scary, Jimin was just exhausted from practice that once he got comfortable on the couch - he could barely keep his eyes open. That sadly left you to suffer through the movie by yourself. Unfortunately, toward the end of it, you had to go to the bathroom.  Looking around the living area, you whimpered as you saw that he had turned all the lights out before the movie started, leaving the tv to be your only light source. 

After witnessing death on the television, getting up from the safety of your boyfriend was the last thing you wanted to do. But, you really had to go pee, and sitting there hoping the feeling would go away was out of the question. Sighing heavily, you looked over you sleeping boyfriend, hating that you had to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. But, it was now or never; at least you could wake him up gently. 

Leaning closer to him, you place soft kisses on the side of face, while rubbing a hand up and down his chest slowly. That seemed to get him to stir a little bit, as his eyes fluttered open not too long after. Looking around for a bit, a little disoriented, he realized where he was and who woke him up. Smiling softly at you, he leaned in as well to return the sweet gesture. 

“Sorry, I must have dozed off…guess I missed the whole mov-”

“It’s fine. Uh, but you can make it up to me some other way.”

Taking that suggestion the wrong way pretty fast, his content smile melted into a grin in no time, as his hands slowly trailed to the inside of your shirt - all the while, gently pushing you backward to lay on the couch. You quickly stopped him by shaking your head, your hands placed firmly on his chest. 

“No, no, no, not like that. I mean you could…I don’t know, possibly, maybe…come with me to the bathroom? I have to pee really badly, and after watching this movie, and it being dark as shit, I don’t want to walk by myself.” 

As Jimin hovered above you, he couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation. That was not where he thought this was going. “Don’t tell me the fearless Y/n L/n is afraid of the dark~” 

“I never said I was fearless! And so what if I am…there’s no harm in being afraid of what you can’t see in.” 

“Jagi, that’s so cute~! Okay, I’ll walk you to the bathroom - but what shall be my reward afterwards?” His grin returns, lips going to work on your jaw - slowly trailing down to your neck. Playfully rolling your eyes, you push him back once more, almost letting out a chuckle when he whined in protest.  

“Bladder first, dirty tango later.” 

Quickly jumping up from the couch, he grabs your arm to hurriedly throw you over his shoulder, practically sprinting through the darkness toward the bathroom. 

“Tonight, we shall dance!” 

Taehyung 

“Tae. Taehyung, please wake up, this is an emergency..!” 

He groaned once it finally registered that you were trying to shake him awake. Scrunching his face in annoyance, he merely pulled you to lay back down as he slowly started to roll on top of you - just to make sure you wouldn’t wake him again.   He was mistaken. 

“Tae, please get off, holding it in is hard enough! I don’t need you pressing on my bladder, too!” Now you were beating on his back, tugging on his shirt, while wiggling from side to side. It was apparent that you weren’t going to let him fall back to sleep at this rate, so he decided to finally give in and open his eyes. 

Still not rising up from laying on you, he lifted his head to where he could glare at you through the darkness. “Okay. I’m awake. What is the matter?” 

“I have to pee really bad, but it’s dark and I can’t see a thing, and the bathroom is so far away and I’m afraid to go by myself. And now, you’re currently putting pressure on my stomach, making it 10x harder for me to hold it in, so would you please get off and take me to the bathroom?” 

Taehyung held a straight face for a short minute and a half, until a shit-eating smirk spread wide across his face. 

“You need me to protect you, Y/n?” 

“Tae, don’t make this weird, please…this is embarrassing enough…” You shrunk underneath him, trying to avoid eye contact, but he wasn’t having it as he gripped your jaw - directing your attention back to him. 

“I’ll keep the big, bad monsters away, babygirl~ You came to the right oppa, I shall guide you through the night - among many other nights to come - and keep you from ever fearing the-”

“Baby, that’s nice and all, but unless you want me to piss myself right at this very moment, I suggest you start guiding me asap.” 

“Good idea.” 

Jungkook 

 “You want me to what…?” 

It was almost midnight when you decided to wake Jungkook up, cuddled up to his chest as you muttered into his shirt. The first time you spoke, it wasn’t even above a whisper, now you were replying with your face buried in his chest. Lifting up, while taking you with him, he made you straddling his waist so he could finally understand what you were trying to say. 

“[Sigh] I said…can you please walk me to the bathroom?”  

“But you know where the bathroom is…” He croaked, rubbing his eyes. Jungkook didn’t understand what you needed him for, when you would go to the bathroom just fine in the daytime without his help. But, that was just it. 

It wasn’t daytime anymore. 

“I know it’s just…dark. And I…I’m…” 

This was definitely new to him. Never in his life did he think that his girlfriend would wake him in the middle of the night, just so he could walk her to the bathroom. But, that idea alone made you special. And the fact that you trusted him to protect you - filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Leaning up to peck you lips, he smiles softly. 

“Want me to buy a night light?” 

Unexpected | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut
POV: Second Person’s

WARNING: Contains sexual content and swearing!!!

A/N: You guys don’t even know how hard this was for me to write. I’m not used to this but I really hope you guys aren’t disappointed. I literally had to take a 5 minute break after writing every paragraph. But anyway, this was requested so I kinda had to lol. Enjoy!

Request 1: Do you by chance right smut because Zach smut is my guilty pleasure?? My friend, you wouldn’t disappoint me, I promise!! - Anon who requested Zach smut

Request 2:  Hey, I adore your writing! It’s sooo good❤. I was wondering if you could do like spending the weekend with Zach and he’s your first. Xx (I’m sorry I had to change your request up a bit!)

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It’s a Saturday night and you were supposed to go to Jessica’s party but you decided to stay home and finish a research paper which was due first thing next Monday. However, instead of actually doing the paper, you find yourself scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of your friends enjoying the party you were missing.

You let out a loud groan as you shut your laptop; to be honest you really couldn’t be bothered to finish the paper. You kick yourself thinking that you should’ve just gone to the party tonight, especially since you’re home alone because your parents are out of town for the weekend.

Finally, after procrastinating for so long, you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. He was currently in the party with the rest of your friends.

You: I’m dying here.

A few seconds later and your phone buzzes.

Zach: Aw my poor baby. Well you’re not really missing out on much. This party’s boring without you. Wish you were here.

You smile at his reply before sending one yourself.

You: Well, I’m wishing you were here too.

Zach then sends out a sad emoji with a heart next to it and you pout as you place your phone down beside your laptop. You decided to open it up again as you stared at the page count. Great 2 pages out of 5, you think to yourself. You need 3 more pages to finish the paper.

You let out a loud sigh as you push your laptop to the foot of your bed. You then proceeded to shut your eyes momentarily. A few minutes later and the doorbell rings which causes you to suddenly sit up and wonder who that could be. You take your phone and your pepper spray as you slowly make your way down the staircase. You send a text to Zach while doing so.

You: There’s someone at the door.

You: Babe I’m scared.

Zach: Just open the door babe, make sure to have the pepper spray that I gave you ready okay?

You: If something happens to me, I love you Zachary okay?

Zach: Stop messing around Y/N and just open the door!

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Krasivaya-Chapter 12

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Powers: Think Jean with immortality and accelerated healing

Trigger Warning: There is mention of suicide. if this is a trigger for you please dont read. it’s only one line, but still give it a skip

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression, Anxiety. Violence.

Thank you to @tilltheendwilliwrite because i hit the worst wall, only had a shell of a chapter and she got me out of it. 

Song:Placebo running up that hill  I recommend listening to this while reading. it gave me chills. 

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Ya know what gets me???? I mean I’m just saying

Fandom when allura expresses greif with anger: wow 👀 what a jerk, allura is horrible, poor Keith 😷🚫👎

Fandom at Keith when he expresses greif with anger in the season 3 stuff: aw poor baby, bet you wouldn’t be nice and able to lead if your brother disappeared AGAIN 👏🐸☕

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My first gifset obviously had to be of Patton. I just love this sweetheart too much.

A few of my favourite Patton quotes:

“It’s usually your pop who pops in on you!”

“Boy, what an ass…et to ur personality am i right???”

“Logic and i are playing dress up, i found a dollar and anxiety is making us question our existence!!”

“A bigger house means more dogs!”

“I love my dark strange son.”

“AW YOU POOR LITTLE ANXIOUS BABY!!”

drabble 002

Originally posted by tyler-dun-pilots

oh whoops here’s a drabble that was requested forever ago. not even sorry


You shove Josh against the wall in the bathroom, gripping his lapels in your fists; he grins widely at you, letting out a deep chuckle, giving you a whiff of the whiskey on his breath. Your mouth attaches to his, knocking his head back against the wall with a loud bump. His hands are bunching up your short dress, trying desperately to get his fingers on your skin, but you push his hands away, causing him to break the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” he breathes, as your hands begin to work at his pants.

“I’m not gonna let you fuck me in the bathroom at Tyler’s wedding,” you whisper, slipping your hand down the front of his briefs. “But I’m dying to suck you off.” Josh moans softly, tipping his head back against the wall when your fingers come in contact with his erection. “You want that?” you mutter. “Tell me, Joshua, you want me to suck your dick?”

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Wee Little Babs / Gabriel

Request:  Do you do fics for the angel Gabriel?? If you do can you do some fluff with him? Plot up to you. Also, if you don’t do fics for Gabriel just change it to Castiel!! Also, I hope your day is going great!!

Warning: Chuck is being such a dad in this

A/N: I hope you enjoy this Nonnie!!!

Sam and Dean were out on a hunt in Colorado leaving you with Chuck and Gabriel. Sighing, you adjusted yourself for the third time in a minute. Chuck looked up at you, over his newspaper.

“You okay over there (Y/N)?”

“I’m just bored,” you whined.

He chuckled and set his newspaper down,” Ask me questions. About anything.”

You looked up at him and squinted your eyes, thinking of a question. Suddenly, a smirk made it’s way onto your face.

“The angels, did they grow up or ‘poof’ they were adults?”

“They all grew up. Surprisingly, none of them were much trouble. Except for Gabriel of course.”

“Any embarrassing stories I could use for blackmail?”

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BTS Reactions to Kissing Around the Other Members

Request: Can I request a reaction where the other members are in the room and one member of bts and their s/o kiss each other? Thanks :) loved your ‘Bts reacting yo a clingy s/o’ reaction♥

Note: Ahh thank you for enjoying my work! I try my best to make it satisfactory. Thank you for requesting and I hope I do this justice! Also, for the general audience, don’t forget to request! my ask box is completely empty and though i have some ideas, they’re mostly scenarios that’ll take while to write. Bless me with your creativity!

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Honestly, giving a Jin a kiss is probably the only way to get him to quiet down from one of his tangents, so whenever the members are gathered in the dorm to relax and the eldest begins to talk about cooking cleaning, or (god forbid) himself: the others practically ask his s/o to take care of him. Though it was very cringey to watch at first, they would get used to seeing the act of Jin getting a light kiss to the lips and a few words whispered to him that often had him smiling like a maniac. As long as he would just stop talking, they would endure anything.

“Honey, do you know how many times I’ve been called here just to shut you up?”

“Do you know how many of those times I just wanted a kiss without having to put in much effort?”

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by smol-jims

Namjoon would probably kiss his s/o in front of the others just to get the reaction. It would be out of nowhere, too. The group would be messing around in the practice room while the guest sat to the side of their phone, and this large dork would take time before a run-through of their choreography just to waltz over and tilt their chin up for a light kiss, claiming it was for “good luck.” This would probably earn a laugh from Hobi, a semi-disgusted grimace from Yoongi, and exaggerated “awe’s” from the others, to which the couple would become a red-faced mess over.

“Hyung I know you were trying to be smooth, but that was just cheesy and cringey.”

“Jungkook-ah, watch your words before I tell Jin-hyung to limit your food supply.”

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

It’s a well known fact among the members: soft kisses make Min Yoongi soft-hearted. They found this out after witnessing his s/o draped over the back of his shoulders and forcefully pressing soft kisses to his cheeks. The true smile on his face fueled a ton of teasing from the older and younger members alike. Whenever he had a foul mood or threw around a bit more salt than usual, once of the others (usually Hobi) would offer kisses in their best aegyo voice just so he could cheer up. From the disgusted responses they got, it also became a well known fact that only soft kisses from Min Yoongi’s s/o made him soft-hearted. Did it stop them? Of course not.

“Hoseok if you take one more step near me with those kissy lips I will stuff these chopsticks so far up your a-”

Jeon Hoseok

Originally posted by jhope-ah

Kisses from Hoseok are completely spur of the moment. There’s no telling when they’ll be placed, or where, so it’s a complete surprise to everyone when in the middle of a match of rock, paper, scissors (completely fueled by boredom) in the corner of the practice room that Hobi takes his s/o’s cheeks in his hands and presses a ton of scattered kisses around their forehead, nose and mouth. The couple that are full of giggles and cheesy love gain attention from the others and ultimately get kicked out for being a distraction (aka being disgusting).

“This is why I told you to stop, you dork!”

“But why would I want to stop showing you my love? It makes no sense, my love.”

Park Jimin

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin kissing his s/o weirded out the other members (”He’s just…my child”) and that’s exactly exactly why he did it so often. As the happy couple practically sat on top of each other on the couch, Jimin would often amuse himself by creating an awkward atmosphere. Wrapping an arm around their waist, playing with their hair lovingly, pressing soft kisses to their jawline. One by one, each member just ended up taking their leave. It’s comparable t making ot in a room of family, and Jimin loves to laugh at the thought.

“Jiminie, the others are going to run away again, stop.”

“I’d rather be alone with you anyway*

Cue Min Yoongi’s exit.

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by dammithoshi

Taehyung probably wouldn’t even realize his actions until hearing a chorus of groans and “get a room’s” in the general area around him. Kissing his s/o will probably become habit in the midst of them messing around with one another like toddlers. With the other members always having to watch over them like parents, there is imminent disgust in watching Tae pick up his s/o and spin them too harshly before setting them down and kissing the dizziness away from their features. It becomes either a “hit him whenever he’s too cute” or “suck it up and let them be in love” situation amidst the six witnesses, and of course the former is a more enjoyable response.

“Tae-ah I literally cannot stad straight anymore what have yoU DONE.”

“Awe, my poor baby I’m so- oW WHAT THE HELL, JIMIN-HYUNG?”

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by ken-z-the-aesthetic-queen

Honestly, who wouldn’t want to kiss this child every time he acted an ounce of cute? After his s/o explained to the other members that his soft cheeks and puppy-eyed glance were always too cute to avoid kissing, he became the main focus of teasing. Jungkook would probably hear the exaggerated noise of “cute~” more often than ever before just because of his s/o admiring everything he does and rewarding it all with a kiss. He wouldn’t understand, but he definitely wouldn’t complain either.

“Why do you always kiss me when I’m in the middle of spacing out?”

“First of all, you look like a really lost puppy whenever you do. Second of all, it’s so goddamn adorable that I can’t resist the urge.”

x | (m)

Originally posted by jeonbase

• pairing: min yoongi x reader
• genre/warnings: smuut, oral, fingering, slight dirty talk, light orgasm denial, double stimulation?? sin, sin and more sin
• words: 3,475
summary: in which yoongi comes home late and misses you, waking you up from your slumber just to show you how much
• note. inspired by this song here and, also named after it. This fucked me up tenfold, I need to vent


It wasn’t unusual for Yoongi to come home at stupid o clock in the morning. He was constantly busy and lived, breathed and ate music. If he wasn’t in his studio producing he was in his room at the dorm, huddled over his laptop— sometimes even at yours too, and you often told him what was the point in staying over? If he came home when you were asleep and left before you woke up, was there any point to it? He just told you to shut up. Even if all the contact he got with you was a sleepy mumble of hello and a grunt of goodbye, it was enough for him— because he loved you.

That was enough for you to know that you could survive anything, and, it wasn’t like you didn’t try to stay up to greet him— you did. It’s just when you were lying in bed waiting for him when he said he’d be back by eleven, and the clock continued to tick with no sign of him, until it was 12am, 1am— sometimes 2am, and then you were succumbing to the tiredness that filled your body and the haziness that covered your eyes, not even hearing him come in to your bedroom when he finally arrived home. He was good though and never woke you, always trying to be as quiet as possible as he tip-toed around the bed, stripping off and getting in beside you.

You repeat— he never woke you…usually. Tonight was different, though.

You were in the limbo state when he came home tonight, only managing to drop off maybe an hour before, but still not fully asleep. Tonight, his footsteps woke you from your slumber, rousing you to the point of being awake but not wanting to show it, and in the back of your mind you wondered if his movements were louder tonight? Keeping your eyes closed as your face stayed flat against the pillow, your body turned and curled up on its side, you tried to even out your breathing, slowing it down, and hopefully being able to fall back asleep. That was your first mistake, because no matter how much you tried to hide you were awake, you couldn’t keep it.

You felt the bed dip as Yoongi climbed in, picking up his side of the duvet to get under, lifting his legs up and sliding them in, before turning to his side and scooting closer to you. He was definitely not being considerate tonight. The bed jolted with his motions, when usually he moved slowly, but you scrunched your eyes further shut, ignoring him, despite feeling his arm wrap around your body and his lips ghost over the back of your neck. That was the mistake. No matter how many times you felt Yoongi’s lips against your body, you couldn’t help but fall into his touch, especially late at night when you had missed his presence. You hadn’t seen him in three days, and that’s why you may have, subconsciously pressed a little into him, welcoming his touch.

He felt it. Of course, he felt it.  

“Are you awake?” He murmured against your ear. “How long were you asleep?”

You could only manage a nonsensical mumble in response, but he carried on, rubbing his hand over your bare arm.

“You’re so warm. I’m cold.”

He wasn’t lying. His skin was icy, and he wrapped his limps around your whole body, snuggling you tight, humming in contentment. You grunted out at him, feeling his cold skin against yours, and you wiggled a bit, trying to get him off you— that’s when you felt it. He was just in his boxers, so it wasn’t difficult to feel something hard against your lower back. Of course, this was why Yoongi wasn’t being discreet when he came in, part of him was hoping for you to wake, and luckily (for him) you had already been, and unknowingly to you, you had played into his hands.

As if he noticed, he pulled back slightly, head lifting up a touch to look down at you, but you gave him nothing in return. Stubborn to the bone, you would not give in. He had been cunning tonight, he knew what he was doing and despite the fact you may have already been awake, (although you did think his footsteps had been louder than usual) you were still pissed. So, you ignored him, feeling him let out a breath of air and lay his head back down on the pillow, his fringe falling next to your ear and tickling it. You ignored the urge to move, despite the tickling.

He was silent for a few moments, probably calculating his next move, and just as the thought slipped into your brain, your felt him grip your hip and press his erection against you once again, testing the waters, holding it there and in your mind, you imagined his head tilted, eyebrows raised as he waited for your reaction.

“Yoongi, are you just gonna press your dick against me and wait for me to react— or do you actually want something?” You finally asked, voice leaking sarcasm.

As if he’d been holding back all this time, he let out a loud childish whine, something you didn’t hear often and then he was speaking, his tongue running too fast for his mind and he wouldn’t shut up.

“I’ve been horny for like, the past two hours. Seriously— Y/N. I wasn’t going to wake you up, but then you moved and I saw you were awake, and I mean— I can’t not take the chance. You didn’t push me away, right?” He asked you hopefully.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the slight tingle between your legs at the thought of Yoongi alone and horny, not being able to contain himself as he thought of you.

“No offence, Yoongi, but you weren’t exactly quiet when you came in here.” You grumbled.

“That was just a happy coincidence,” he insisted, his chin now running circles in the juncture of your shoulder, his breath hitting your cheek.

“Happy for who? ‘Cos from where I’m standing, I’m the one who was woken from their sleep,” you carried on, but there was a teasing in your voice now.

“Actually, you’re laying down…” he digressed.

“Yoongi…” you warned, kicking your foot out against his leg, and he chuckled, breaking contact with you, until you were silent again, and then he was back again, holding you gently as he had been once again, pressing his erection into you, lower this time, against your butt.

“I’m still hard…” he pointed out, his voice low and hopeful.

You sighed loudly, but you could hear the defeat in your own tone, and he began to rub his crotch in circles against you.

“I mean, c’mon baby, it’s been, like, over a week,” he whined again and you chuckled, “aw, diddums for you, poor baby.”

“I know you want me too,” he teased arrogantly, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes again, but went in favour of shutting them instead.

“See if you can make me wet,” you bargained, “and then maybe you can get some.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, he was up on his knees, the covers lifting off both of your bodies as he made his way to kneel over your body.

“Is that supposed to be a challenge?” He smirked, his eyebrow cocked and you scoffed, but nevertheless widened your legs for him to fit between you.

There wasn’t much hiding your body, dressed in a t-shirt and just your black panties; Yoongi the same, although he was topless to go with his boxers and you looked down to see — yes, he was very much still, incredibly hard. It pressed against the tight fabric, visible even in the dim moonlight.

He began by lifting your t-shirt up and kissing the soft skin that lead to your navel, making sure to run his tongue over you as he went, and you shifted under his touch, enjoying the warm, wet feeling. You watched him smirk against you, and you frowned. You didn’t like it when he thought he had won, so you bit the inside of your cheek and willed your body to keep still, trying to ignore the way he trailed his mouth down towards your core, kissing over your panties, hoping for a reaction from you when he left and started kissing up your thighs, but you clenched down harder on your cheek, desperate to not give him what he wanted.

He spread your legs further as he kissed up and down, his lips coming dangerously close to your bikini line and licking strips up the side. You concentrated on keeping your breathing even for the second time tonight, even when you felt him run his forefingers under the side of the fabric, letting it ping back against your skin. He was teasing you; that’s what he did best. Trying to prove he could get you wet without even touching you there. You closed your eyes then, keeping a stoic expression as you felt him look up at you, not wanting to see the dark look in his eyes that usually — without fail, got you dripping.

He gave up then, bringing his fingers to the waistband off your underwear and pulling them down quickly, resolve going now that he wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted, and then his fingers were rubbing against your entrance, thin, long fingers running along the sensitive, swollen skin.

“Ta da ~ you’re wet,” he sang out, his voice whispery and breathy against your core, and this time you groaned out loud in defeat. Cocky little shit, you thought.

You kicked your foot out, hitting his thigh and he hmphed a little in shock, pushing back against you, his head dipping as his lips made contact with your slit.

“Why so angry, babe?” He let out, right against you, and you felt his breath tickle, cool against your wetness.

He began to kiss you then, there was no other word for it, his tongue swirling against your sex as he began to flick it against your sensitive bud, taking it in his mouth and grazing his teeth across it. It was taking everything you had to keep still and not make a noise, even though your whole body was screaming inside and your thighs shaking with exertion.

Yoongi pulled away to lean back on his ankles, a drawn-out whine leaving him, his face scrunched up in defeat.

“Babeeee, why are you doing this? Give me something — it’s not fair.”

You opened one eye, squinting at him, painstakingly trying to hide your smirk. “Why are you annoyed? I’m the one who got woken up prematurely.”

“Well, we’ll just stop then. I’m not into, it if you aren’t,” he began, but then he watched you spread your legs further, inviting him in and he looked up at your face to see you smirking, head turned to the side, eyes still closed.

“You’re really mean, do you know that?” He questioned you, his voice whiny still, but he shuffled closer to you, his thighs pressing against the underside of yours, and his hands came down to pull them further out. You giggled at his annoyance, but gasped when suddenly his fingers were once again at your entrance, dragging up and down slowly.

“You really like teasing me, huh?” He pressed, one finger dipping lower, shallowly entering you, and you bucked up, urging him to push more, getting tired of pretending you weren’t into it, but he held you by the thigh, pushing you away slightly and stalling your motions, his finger wiggling back and forth.

“Answer me, Y/N,” he commanded, his voice low and gruff.

Your eyes fluttered open at the tone in his voice, sending electric bolts to you core, even more so when you saw his eyes, dark and blown out, as he waited for your answer, head cocked to the side.

You took a deep breath, before breaking out in a grin, “yes, I do.”

He looked shocked for a moment, at your obvious disregard, before smirking himself, “you’re naughty,” his voice trickling seductiveness as he let his finger fall from you, rubbing your juices against your skin, “I would tease you back, but I’m too fucking horny,” he shrugged and with that he thrust his finger inside of you, suddenly, making you gasp out, and then he was pushing a second one in to join it, thrusting straight in and out, watching the motions intently as his other hand still gripped the inside of your thigh, his blunt nails making crescent marks in their wake.

“Don’t think I won’t next time though,” he told you, lifting his head a little to look at you squirming around under him.

You wanted to speak, think of something witty to shoot right back at him, but then he began curling his fingers inside of you, brushing against your g-spot, and you moaned out, your thighs hot and sweaty on top of his, the squelching and slick noises of your juices filling the room, and you watched as his collarbones arched and flexed with each movement of his arm, feeling the urge to speed him up, break him into a sweat. So, you met each snap of his wrist with your hips, rolling them as he curled, making you groan out.

“For someone who’s so tired,” he mimicked, his mouth raising up and his nose wrinkling, “you sure are enjoying this— you’re like a bucking bronco,” he smiled his gummy smile.

If he wasn’t teasing you sexually, he was definitely teasing you verbally and you opened your mouth to answer him back, but at that moment in time as your eyes met, he straightened out his digits and began using them in a scissoring motion and you silently cursed, biting on your lip.

The familiar tightening was soon making itself present, and he could feel it, as you clamped around him, squeezing him, your breaths becoming shallow.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asked lowly, watching you as he began to thrust straight against you again, helping you chase your high.

You whined, meeting his thrusts as his wrist snapped against your core, the palm of his hand pressing against your clit, pressure encasing your lower half.

“Y-Yoongi, y-yoongi,” you panted, nodding your head, encouraging him to keep on moving. You were so close you could taste it and he watched you intently, his face actively enjoying your moans and whines of pleasure, until —

He pulled away. His fingers pulled out as quickly as they were moving inside of you, and you cried out in frustration, your core now empty and clenching around nothing, the feeling in your stomach disappearing as quickly as it came, just the lingering tingling feeling of a ruined orgasm left, so far out of your reach.

“My bad,” he shrugged a shoulder, smugly, “I guess I am teasing tonight.”

“Yoongiii,” you wailed, trying to shake your legs childishly.

“Don’t be a big baby,” he teased, moving from you and you watched him remind his boxers, his length bouncing upwards as he bounced back down on the bed, scooting back to you and regaining his spot underneath your thighs, sitting back on his calves.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, watching the pout on your face, smirking again, “I’ll let you cum all over my cock if you like.”

You wanted to spite him, wash away the eagerness that flashed on his face, and tell him no, but then he began rubbing the head of his member up and down your wetness, running past your clit and back again and you let out a weak moan, your body pulsing in anticipation.

You didn’t have to wait long, and he was pushing in slowly with a deep groan, savouring the feeling with each inch, until he was buried to the hilt, feeling your sex stretch and tense around him, hugging him tightly to you like it had missed him.

One thing about Yoongi was that he liked to go slow at first, picking up the pace until he was steadily thrusting into you, and then going for it, snapping his hips back and fore against you, his dick sliding in and out quickly. Tonight, he seemed to be more eager than usual, and he picked his pace up almost instantly, your legs wrapping around his waist to let him gain a deeper access, the palm of his left hand coming down to your stomach to hold you flat, immobilising you as you tried to meet his movements.

“Y-You want more, baby?” He got out with a heavy breath, sweat balling on his forehead and upper lip, and you nodded, expecting him to bring a thumb to your clit to add to the stimulation. However, his right hand came down to your entrance instead and suddenly his finger was probing at you too, meeting his dick as he slipped inside, above his member, and he curled upwards, making you gasp out loud, feeling the toe-curling, pleasure inducing stretch. He grinned at you, sweat now dripping from strands of his fringe as he watched you lean up on your elbows, curiously watching him as he fucked and fingered you at the same time, lewd noises bouncing off the four walls.

This was new. This was different, but you liked it, loving the feeling of being filled by all of Yoongi at the same time… if only he could get his tongue down there too… that would be amazing, but you knew that was impossible— he wasn’t a contortionist. This was plenty; this was more than enough, and you felt the familiar knot in your lower half appear again, as his dick hit your g-spot and his finger curled against your walls, making you a panting, moaning mess.

“I’ll let you cum this time, Y/N.” He informed, watching you intently as you gazed down at his dick and finger disappearing in and out of you. “Y-You like this, uh, my cock and, ah — my fingers at the same time?” He groaned out and you nodded, feeling the knot tightening and tightening inside you, the pressure too much as his actions and dirty words sent you over the edge.

Your eyes clenched tight as you came with a cry, around his length and digit, squeezing and hugging harshly as you saw white spots blind your vision, your head and back falling back into the pillows as your body tensed, feeling your thighs shake around Yoongi’s waist, your breath heavy and before you could recover,  he was kneeling up completely, removing his hand from you as he kept on pounding into you with his dick, chasing his own high now that he had given you yours and he brought your legs together, gripping them by the ankles as he lifted them up, blocking your view of him as he thrust into the cushion of your ass, grunting out.

You felt his hand manoeuvre it’s way around your legs, pushing them to the right as he held on with one hand, the other running up your t-shirt, his hands boiling and fingers covered in your sticky arousal as he slid up your cleavage, finding one of your nipples and toying it with it, twisting and pinching, making your cry out as he continued to snap his hips into you, messily now as he met his end, groaning out, his breaths turning into pants as he lost it and suddenly, you felt his own hot arousal shoot inside of you, painting your wet, soft walls.

It took him a while to calm down, riding it out slowly, until he stopped altogether, leaning against your legs, breathing heavily, and then he let them go slowly, gently placing them down as he fell against your body, both sweaty, and his lips finally found yours, not having kissed since he came home, his tongue running along the seam before you gave him entry, lapping at each other’s mouths eagerly, yet tiredly and you wrapped your limbs around him, holding him tightly to you’re the fabric of your t-shirt, acting as a pillow for him when he pulled away from your mouth and laid his head down to close his eyes, humming in content.

“I needed that,” he mumbled, and you already heard the tell-tale sound of sleepiness in his voice— it wouldn’t be long before he was asleep again.

“Hmm, me too,” you agreed, wrapping your arms around him too, shutting your eyes, wanting to join him.

“I love you,” he whispered after a couple of minutes, and in the back of your tired mind you heard it and whispered back, “I love you too,” squeezing him a little tighter.

Disposable pt11

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10


When you returned to the house, both you and Yoongi were in good moods. You never would have thought you and Yoongi would (or could) be anything more than unfriendly acquaintances, but you were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you could be friends of sorts.

All of the previous day’s tension and anger had disappeared, and it was a struggle to keep reminding yourself that none of this was real. Just because you and Yoongi had spent the day together without murdering each other didn’t mean that his arm around your waist, or the brief but oh so perfect kisses meant anything. Three days with him and you were already forgetting all the pain he had caused you.

“You two look like you had fun.” Jimin said when you walked in.

“We did.” Yoongi said, flashing you a small smile.

“We’re eating dinner on the patio, and just so you guys know, Seokjin’s about to lose it. Namjoon has already dropped three plates and he and Hoseok have been banished upstairs.” Taehyung hopped into the entry way, wobbled, then leaned on Jimin.

“Wait, why Hoseok too?” You asked.

“He thought it’d be funny to trip Namjoon.” Jimin explained. “You’re supposed to be icing your ankle, dummy.” He scolded Taehyung, who shrugged.

“I’m going to go help Soekjin.” Yoongi said quietly to you as Taehyung complained that Jimin was not his mother and could not tell him what to do.

After some coaxing, you and Jimin finally convinced Taehyung to at least sit down in the sun room instead of hopping around everywhere, and once he was settled you left to find Yoongi.

You expected to find him either in the kitchen or on the patio, but you ran into him in the living room frowning at his phone.

“Who’re you texting?” You asked, leaning over his shoulder and trying to see. You weren’t naturally a nosy person, preferring to give people their space, but you didn’t think Yoongi would mind–he didn’t seem particularly secretive (if you excluded lying to Namjoon about dating you, that is. But that was your idea, so it didn’t count).

“No one.” Before you could get a good look at his phone, he was clicking the screen off and spinning to face you. “I mean, someone. But no one important.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. If he had given you even a slightly better answer you wouldn’t have pressed the matter, but he was acting exceptionally strange. “Who then?” You asked, taking a step closer. While you still didn’t know Yoongi all that well, you felt that over the course of the day the two of you had gotten significantly closer and you didn’t mind getting a in his personal space a bit. Not to mention, physical contact between the two of you wasn’t exactly a new concept.

“What does it matter?” Yoongi asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” You said quickly. Were you? You didn’t think so, just curious and getting more so by the second.

“So why do you want to know so bad?” He asked.

“Why don’t you want me to know?” You countered, and Yoongi smirked.

“Because you want to know, and this is fun.”

You debated for only a moment before reaching forward, trying to take his phone from his hand. Yoongi saw it coming, however, and held it high in the air.

“Give it here!” You demanded, reaching up on your tiptoes. If Yoongi would stop moving you’d be able to reach it, but he was apparently determined.

“Rude.” Yoongi said, not looking even slightly annoyed. If anything, he looked rather like he was enjoying himself. You jumped in one final attempt to reach the phone, at the same time Yoongi stepped backwards into the couch. If he hadn’t lost his balance, you bumping into him probably wouldn’t have been an issue, but as it was, both of you toppled over onto the couch (luckily it wasn’t the wood floor). You landed nose-to-nose with him, eyes wide, reminding you much of the previous night (except neither of you was mad at the other).

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Purple Jewels (M) | 03

Word Count: 7288
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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11, bts, jimin, nsfw prompt pls 💓

Send in a number & the name of the member you want the drabble written about,

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word count: 403

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

“Jimin, fuck. I don’t know if I can take it anymore, please.” 

You begged him as your body shook from the oversensitive that your boyfriend was providing. He somehow thought it would be a good idea to get you vibrating panties. It’s a present he said, and you unknowingly thought they were normal, ordinary panties, that was until they started to send vibrations to your core whilst you were out for lunch at a posh restaurant.

“It’s ok baby, you can do it,”Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head as you squeeze your thighs in a weak attempt to stop him. 

“Now baby, you know that’s not going to work,”

“I’m sorry FUCK,” You yelled as your stomach clenched as your back arched off your body.

 “And what is the reason behind you being sorry?” He questioned with a smirk as he played with the buttons on the remote that was controlling your underwear.

 “Fuck, I don’t know but shit shit shit shit shit shit.” You chanted, you could feel the tears running down your face, exhaustion running through your veins.You just wanted it to end, you didn’t know much much you could take any more.

“What do we say, baby?” He whispered in your ear as you lay on your bed in your shared room.

“Fuck. You. Park. Jimin.” You spoke through gritted teeth, it was like every time you opened your mouth to talk, the speed increased. 

“Aw, poor baby, she’s all sensitive, I wonder why?”

Your body was glistening with sweat, your pants loud, it was no longer pleasure but pain, something Jimin enjoyed. He loved seeing you wither in pain, it was a kink he had, he said he enjoyed seeing you in pleasure, he was a very giving lover but sometimes he gave just a little too much. 

The sadistic bastard.

You’re pretty when you cry,” He said with a grin.

“Wait, till I get my hands on you. We’ll see who’s crying then, you prick.” You managed to let out sobbing, your hands were fisting a pillow as your hips rutted. 

He simply let out a chuckle as if there was little to no chance of you getting him back. 

But little did he know, as you shook with pleasure, you had started to form a plan. 

Game on Park Jimin.

Batter & Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Requested: Yep!

Words: 3485

Warnings: A bit angst, some swearing, and I don’t know if I should include this here, but there is a special appearance!

Request: @smiles-and-skittles:  Hey! So I just found your blog and I was wondering if I could request a Jeff Atkins imagine where the reader is the new girl and he shows her around school and ends up asking her out to Monet’s or something?

So sorry for the long long wait but here it is!

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Liberty High, Admissions office

“So here’s your schedule and locker combination.” The lady said, handing Alison, her schedule.

“Thanks. Are there cheerleading tryouts this week?” Alison asked

“I don’t know dear. You can ask Sheri Holland, she’s the head cheerleader” She smiled

“Okay thanks” Alison smiled back, and She turned her head to the opening door, revealing a cute tall guy with his ear pierced

“And here’s your peer mentor, Jeff Atkins” She pointed to the guy

“You know I’m only doing this because you promised extra credit right?” He said to the lady

“Yes. It will be added to your record” The lady said, rolling her eyes at the him

Then he turned his head to Alison, and Jeff Atkins was speechless. He tried forming words in his mouth but it’s like his mind just wanted to stare at the beauty in front of him. He knows that he hasn’t even spoken two words to her, but he found himself getting lost in her eyes that were pulling him in and he swears that he somehow saw himself falling in love with this girl and he doesn’t even know her name.

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Missing You

Request: can you do an imagine where justin misses Y/N and be clingy everytime they talk bc he’s on tour and with the help of Scooter and the crew, Y/N surprises justin on tour. love your imagines! <3

So sorry for the wait. Im a terrible writer. But I hope it was worth it.

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Lectures - probably one of the most boring and time consuming activity incorporated into my daily week as a university student. The constant blabbing of a professor and failed ability to keep your eyes open only made the hours so much more unbearable. 

The female professor currently diverging into a heavy lecture on the topic of economic perspectives was really beginning to become increasingly annoying - not that it wasn’t before - but at this current moment, I had never contemplated throwing a text book at a persons head more then I had now. 

“From an economical point of view - the standpoint of where you are on the spectrum of wealth, age, health, income-” If I didn’t focus on something other then her voice soon, I was seriously going to cause a scene.

And that won’t look good on my report card.

If only someone were to come to my rescue and save me of my misery. A.K.A this class.

‘But that’s one thing that I know for sure. I’ll show you….’

The sound had my entire body stifling and eyes widening in cringing shock. All people within a 5 meter radius of me, turning my way with annoyed eyes. The professor at the front shot me a quick glare for interrupting her class, and as I dove for my phone, she continued to speak over the ringing.

I could of sworn I put it on silent before class.

Finally reaching the source, I managed to click the main switch and silence the phone, also setting it to vibrate only. A sigh of relief was blown through my nose, but was quickly drawn back in once seeing the name displayed amongst the screen.

A picture taken by Carl of Justin and I mucking about displayed against the name ‘Justin my baby boy ❤️❤️’.

I almost wanted to tear up at the name but managed to hold back the emotions and shove my phone back into my pocket. It had been months since I’d seen the boy and right now I knew he was in Sydney for the Hillsong conference. 

(😏😏 Hehe)

The poor boy had a completely different time zone then me and was probably up real late at whatever time it was, waiting for an hour he knew I’d be free. Though something I had forgotten to mention to him was that they had rescheduled my lecture today.

Damn it

After a second or two, silence from my phone finally overcame the blurring tone and all that was heard again was the professors voice. I listened intently, jotting down some notes as she spoke before once again, the ringing began.

Though it was nothing but a buzz this time, the sound was still audible throughout lecture hall, and once again, all attention was drawn back on me.

My first instinct at this moment being to just act like I couldn’t hear it and continue on with my work was a complete fail when the professor stopped and directed her eyes towards me, a scowl of disapproval present.

The professed folded her arms in clear annoyance, “Is there an emergency Miss L/N or are you deliberate trying to distract my class?” She called out in an annoyed tone.

Was she serious? It wasn’t like I was calling myself! I can’t control whoever was on the other line  - that person more then likely being Justin.

“No professor,” I vigorously shook my head. “It’s just that my bo-”

“Phone.” She suddenly interrupted, drawing out an arm with grabby fingers. At her request I froze with a frown. 

“What?” I questioned. 

“Phone Miss L/N!” She called out. I would be lying If I said this woman didn’t scare me, and with a huff - not wanting to annoy the woman further - I slid my phone from my pocket and stood up. 

I began my descent down the isle, feeling all eyes of many students following my figure with either a humoured, thankful or annoyed glare. Soon I was stood directly in front of the frightening woman, watching as she motioned me to place it in her hand.

And with a sigh, and a glance down at my boyfriends name, I sadly obliged. 

My shoulders slumped as I watched her draw away back over to her desk, and began walking back to my seat with a sad aura. Friends from around all glanced back with sorry eyes and with one last huff, I slumped back in my seat.

The professor on the other hand was glancing down at the phone, obviously ready to roast the shit out of me. All professor’s were the same. They all knew who my boyfriend was and loved to have a go at me. Maybe they felt satisfaction in having power over a popstar’s girlfriend.

“’Justin my baby boy, love heart, love heart.’” She read out the contact name for the class to hear. Many chuckled at her announcement all except me, who slumped back in the chair with red cheeks. “I’m guessing this is Mr Bieber.”

Lord kill me now.

“I didn’t know you were so kinky Miss L/N.” She smirked. Was this even permitted? Though once again, the class laughed and I remained silent.

Suddenly, a ping was heard throughout the room, and the professor’s smirk grew as she looked down at my phone. “Justin wants you to call him as soon as you get this message. Or, and I quote ‘Baby girl please call me when you get this I miss you’re touch, sad face’.”

Why was she doing this?! Oh lord I feel so embarrassed.

Then another message rolled in, and as the professor smirked, scanning her eyes over the message, she suddenly paled over and it hadn’t taken me less then a minute to realise what had happened.

Justin tended to talk dirty when I didn’t pick up, it was a method he had which was to make me flush enough to the point where I got mad and called him back to verbally abuse him, which usually lead to a normal conversation.

“Uh, Y-You can take you’re phone back Y/N.” The professor suddenly stuttered. “You can call you’re boyfriend outside.” She announced, until she suddenly perked up, the professional manner once again taking over. “But you only have 5 minutes.”

With an exasperated nod, I made my way down the aisle, grabbing aholf of my phone and was out the door dialling the boys number.

The call hadn’t even made it through the first full dial before Justin’s voice was heard through the other side, his voice urgent and excited. 

“Hey baby girl! God I missed you, What are you doing? Wait- don’t answer that you’re probably studying as usual. How are you?” The way the boy raced through his words had my heart swelling in adoration, it really showed how much he missed me.

With a chuckle, I glanced around at the few students bustling through the halls before sighing. “Slow down baby, I’m good. What about you?”

“I’m great! The Hillsong is really fun. But’s it’s kinda boring without you.” He muttered. 

Awe my poor baby. “Yeah, I’ve seen some photo’s. You’ve actually been stopping to take some pictures with fans. It look’s fun. But don’t think too much about me, don’t let me spoil you’re fun.”

“I miss you.” He suddenly blurted and I chuckled heartily at the way he felt the need to tell me.

“Me too baby.”

“I wish you were here.” He sighed quietly. “How’s Uni?” 

“I-It’s good.” I stuttered. “I’m actually in lecture hall right now.”

Justin’s voice ceased for a minute, before he suddenly spoke up with a shocked and apologetic tone, frantically spluttering words in urgency.” Oh shit! Are you getting lectured? Did I interrupt you? Shit baby I’m sorry. I didn’t kn-”

“Relax Jay.” I giggled. “It’s fine. I mean my professor publicly humiliated me but It backfired in her face when you started sending messages, and I got to leave the class for a bit. Win win, right?”

“Backfired in you’re professors face?” He questioned. 

I sighed. “It’s a long story, I’ll facetime you later.”

“Facetime.” He muttered to himself. “I wish you were here to tell me instead.”

The way he spoke always made me feel so bad. I was the one who rejected his offer to go on tour with him but school came first, he always told me to never quit it considering he regret dropping out himself.

“I’m sorry baby.” I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows. But Justin’s voice once again came back with urgency.

“No it’s not you’re fault! I just miss you is all.” 

“I know.” Then it was silent for a second before I decided to speak up. “What time is it over there?” 

A few shuffling sounds were heard, as well as justin breathing an “Um.” before he spoke. “It’s 3:30.”

“In the afternoon?” 

“In the morning.” He corrected. 

I gasped. “Justin baby, you need to sleep!”

Though I could just picture Justin shaking his head. “I don’t need sleep, I need to hear you’re voice.” 

His words, so charming, he knew just how to make a woman feel special, but overall I sighed. “Baby you have to be up early tomorrow and I’m sure Scooter will kill me if he knows I kept you up.” 

“Scooters awake too.” Justin announced and I sighed muttering a ‘smartass’ under my breath.

“Well I gotta get back to my class anyways. At least before my professor eats me.” I muttered.

“Hey!” he growled. “Only I get to eat you.”

My cheeks heated at the sexual joke he pulled, sighing as i heard him chuckle through the line. “You are disgusting.” I whispered. “Alright, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay.” He frowned.

And as I went to pull the phone from my face, he suddenly called. “Wait!” 

I hummed. 

“I love you.” He cheesed and I chuckled. 

“Love you too babe.” 

And then the line went dead. I felt bad for the boy, he’s been so clingy lately and I knew that was just a result of the distance and the lack of time we’d had to spend together. Now time for one more quick call.

With a few clicks of a button and a number of dials, the person finally picked up.

“Hello?” The raspy voice questioned.

“Scooter!” I exclaimed. “Hey, I need you’re help…”



Justin POV

“Hi Justin!” 

The smiles of people from around were really beginning to get to me, a smile of my own plastered across my face. The way people where really respecting me here made me feel welcomed, they gave me space and most kept their phones away.

I waved at the girls currently calling my name, grateful that they ceased to take their phones out. They smiled, approaching me with an intent to converse and not take pictures, God I was enjoying this. 

But I wish Y/N was here.

“Oh my gosh, hi.” A blonde smiled in a cute australian accent. 

(A/N: Ew. I hate it. But Justin likes them so…. *sassily flicks hair over shoulder*)

“Were so excited you’re here.” She exclaims, motioning to the brunnette besides her who began vigorously shaking her head in agreement.

“Are you enjoying hillsong?” The brunnette asked. 

I nodded, smiling down at the two, they looked young, but not child-like. Mature, maybe 16, no less then 15.

“I’m loving it. I love being able to exclaim what I believe, ya know?” I smiled to which the girls nodded. 

“Yeah, I come every year, It’s a fun way to preach.” The blonde said.

“It is, isn’t it?” I agreed. “Yeah my friend Carl is a pastor and we came together, I just feel li-”

“Justin!” A voice suddenly exclaimed, interrupting me of my sentence, and I spun on my heels to spot scooter motioning me over. With a nod, I held a hand out to the two in front of me, a pout on their faces as I announced “One second girls.” But they nonetheless nodded. 

“Yeah?” I questioned as I approached the man.

“Was I interrupting something?” He questioned. 

With a glance back at the eager girls still eyeing me with patient eyes, I nodded. “A little.” 

“Well in that case I should just leave.” This time, the voice came from somewhere behind the bulky man in front of me, this one being a familiar rasp of femininity who I had yet to hear in person for months.

My eyes widened, heart sinking but also speeding up momentarily. I felt mixed, emotions wise - happy, confused, joyful. She was here, really here. My baby girl.

“Y/N?!” I questioned with a hopeful mindset, some sort of doubt that it just might not have been her building within, but as I spot a petite body emerging from behind, that doubt withered into a joyous reunion.

“Baby!” I exclaimed, running forward. Catching Y/N In my arms, I lifted her and began twirling my baby girl around. She laughed, clutching into me for dear life when I finally settled her down.

“Are you really here?!” 

At the words, she chuckled, reaching both arms to link behind my neck. “Yeah baby I’m here.” She clarified. 

The smile on her face left me trailing my eyes over her lips, a tugging urge to lean forward and place mine against her’s was overpowering, and in a matter of seconds I found myself doing just that. 

She wasted no time in returning the gesture, no surprise evident on her small being as she intensified the kiss. People around watched on with smiles, some with their phones out recording the scene before them but for once, I didn’t mind. 

I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I had never missed her as much as I had now and now she was finally back in my arms. Slowly, we finally began pulling away with red cheeks, a slight blue tinge also from the lack of oxygen.

God, I missed those lips.

“Fuck I missed you.” I sighed, leaning my forehead against her own.

“I missed you too.” She whispered.

“But I mean, what about school?” I frowned. 

Y/N only shrugged. “They can wait on me for a while. Besides, this is so much better then daily lectures.”

I chuckled, closing the space between us. I intertwined our lips once again, moving the flesh in sync with each others. Pins and needles shot up between the space she touched, the girl had me numb with her fingers yet I loved the feeling, just like I loved her. “ So much better.” I agreed.

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