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Yoongi, 6&“Get on your knees.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Rated - M

goblin inspired. 

muses: ceo!yoongi x heiress!reader
genre: angst, smut, fluff
words: 2.8k
note: this was meant to be under 1k bc it’s supposed to be a drabble but. please forgive me for the upcoming ceo au’s

warning: sexual tension, oral, “get on your knees, yoongi.”

you knew him, not personally per se. but you might as well claim to with all the things you’d been hearing of that man. at the age of 22 he had graduated college and immediately got into the business. two years later, he’d earn his masters degree and his startup had been blowing up with established business pledging alliance and overpouring promising clients waiting to sign contracts of agreement before others waltzed in and stole the chance.

and yet, you refused to be one of the many that’d worshiped the ground he stood on. you detested the need to have him as an affiliate. you loathed having to put on the ivory, skin tight dress, wear your hair up and don yourself the bloodiest red on your lips. and you gravely hated having to sit across from the man who didn’t even bat an eye at you as though you were another pretty instrument he would keep within his chambers as your father discussed the terms of the agreement with cold sweat running down his temple - as if this man was beyond god. min yoongi - what a humble name for a god though.

“the things here all belong to you, you may do as you like, go along with your routine as before so long as you do your part in the contract - appear as my beautiful loving fiancee in public events.”

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The Pawns And The Kings

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

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot:  The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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There it is @chaoslaborantin!
Character Aesthetic #8: Diana Farley

”She spoke of slavery, because that’s what this world is. No one dares say it but that’s what reds are. Slaves and graves.”

None of these pics are mine, I found all of them on Pinterest, I think, but edited the majority. Especially the middle picture. I wiped him out…. 😭😭😭

Cheryl Blossom x Female!Reader - Practise

Originally posted by roadtoriverdale

AN: This was a few requests back in my inbox: “Could you write some kind of Cheryl X female reader at some point? Something where the reader could be a football player or something, you could take it from there.” I didn’t know if you meant english football or american football so since I know nothing about american football, it’ll have to be english aha

Summary: You’re a soccer player and you can’t help but catch the eye of a particular red head

Pairing: Cheryl x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,150

Warnings: None

You watch the ball you had just kicked towards the goal fly past the goal keeper and a smile grew wide on your face as you heard the eruption of cheers and screams from your fellow teammates. 

Your final goal had just won the first game of the season. 

You laughed as the girls surrounded you, hugging you and jumping up and down with joy. With you as team captain, they knew it was going to be a good season for Riverdale High. 

From the corner of your eye, past the heads of your teammates, you saw Cheryl Blossom stood by the sidelines. She had a gym bag on her shoulder and was still in her yellow and white gym shirt so you figured she had just finished cheer practise.

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Dive Part 1

Photo creds to @levitann on tumblr


Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language,

Subject: Smut, Angst

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Words: 2447

Anonymous said to :

I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY! 😊😊😙😙😍


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Welcome to My World

Ok… So i tried to write a little Prinxiety… But I don’t know. If i need to add more tags please let me know, i’m not sure exactly the etiquette for things like this.

Pairing: Prinxiety, Logicality (literally half a millisecond)

Warnings: Badly written short panic attack

Tagging - @twentyoneparades-to-panic-at @helpaca (<— these two sorta gave me the prompt, sorry if i didn’t do very well) @de-is-me @authordreaming13 @introverts-assemble @lilylunalovegood2002 @musicwitchthomas

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Love - Joe Sugg*

Warnings: Swearing, Smut 


 Requested:Could you do a smut with either Joe or Jack and it’s just really slow and passionate and loving and there’s lots of slow and soft touches and it’s not rushed and it’s cute and kinda fluffy as well? like foreplay and stuff is very cute and taking their time and passionate and they’re just loving on each other a lot. please and thank you, love you a lot 💙

 A/N: Ahhhh I hope you enjoy 💓 



It was a surprise to you, as soon as you walked out your door to greet Joe who was standing there in a full suit for your date tonight you could tell the atmosphere was different, he was acting different
You didn’t know what it was but his movements were slowly than usual and he kissed you every chance he got

 “M’ lady” he spoke when he pulled out the chair for you at the restaurant making you giggle 

 “Your such a gentlemen” 

 “I know” he winked back making you laugh 

 “You look beautiful” he spoke up whilst looking through the menu 

 “I know, you’ve told me at least 5 times already Joe” you replied making him laugh “I’m just stating facts” 

 The conversation went on for a while until your food arrived and you began eating, his eyes flickered between his plate and you as he watched you shoot him a small smile while taking another bite of your food, him doing the same but still watching you carefully
He didn’t mean to act different tonight but he couldn’t help it, his plan was to tell you he loved you for the first time tonight but with the mix of him being nervous and you looking gorgeous made it even harder for him to get his words out 

 “Are you okay?” You finally asked after finishing your food “you seen on edge, nervous” 

 “I’m fine love” he spoke, his voice slightly shaky  

“You sure?” You laugh 

 “Honestly no” he spoke laughing back “there’s something” I’ve been wanting to tell you"
The atmosphere went serious again, you couldn’t tell what exactly he wanted to say obviously the only thing going through your head was that he was going to break up with you 

 “Okay” you spoke hesitantly as he took your hand in his smiling softly as he rubbed his thumb over your soft skin 

 “We’ve been together for almost 8 months now” he spoke laughing to himself “and I, fuck it Y/N I love you” he spoke breathing in, a smile taking over your face as he spoke “shit I’m sorry” he said again, rushing his words out when you didn’t answer 

 “Joe calm down” you laughed at his reaction “I haven’t even said anything yet” He let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding in as you ran you thumb over his knuckles 

 “I- okay” 

 “I love you to Joe, of course I do” you smiled as a grin took over his face and he brought your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss there 

 “Thank fuck” he breathed out, laughing and shaking his head 

 “Why were you so worried?” You asked smiling at him as he stood up, bringing you up with him after paying for the meal and heading towards the door of the restaurant hand in hand 

 “Part of me expected you to reject me, throw water at me and leave” he laughed as you walked towards his car leaning back against it as he stood in front of you, arms going either side of you trapping you between them 

 “You should’ve known better” you laughed wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned into you, his head going into the crook of your neck placing light kisses there 

 “Come back to mine, please” he whispered, his hot breath fanning against your neck making you shiver as his hands went to your waist 

 “Okay” you whispered, your head fallen back as he sucked lightly at the skin on your neck, biting lightly as his hands slid up from your hips to your face, cupping your jaw as he placed his lips onto yours and moved them, a slow passionate kiss taking place between the two of you 

 “Come on, we should go” he spoke against your lips, pulling back before anything got too heated
Opening the passenger seat door letting you get in before closing it and going around to get in the drivers side putting his seat belt on and starting up the engine The drive back to Joe’s was silent, his hand sitting on your thigh as tension filled the air
Your only wish for tonight was to show him how much you truly loved him and luckily for you he felt the same 

 You felt a yourself growing wetter throughout the drive as you glanced over to see Joe’s ever growing bulge through his trousers
You melted into the passenger seat when he began massaging your thigh softly with his hand, running it lightly up and down it 

 By the time you got to Joe’s you were aching for him, the growing wetness between your legs worse than before
He brought you to his room and stood in front of you, letting out a deep sigh as he looked you over 

 “you are truly beautiful” he spoke out walking around so he was behind you, his hand going up and pulling the cold zipper down on your dress making a shiver run through you as he let your dress fall to the floor, he moved your hair to one side of your neck as he lowered his head and nuzzled it into your neck, his lips placing chaste kisses up and down before reaching your collarbone and sucking lightly once again 

 “Joe” you let out a shaky breath as he hummed against your neck before turning you around to face him, running his hands down your arms ad stopping on your hips, pulling you closer to him as your arms went around his neck as he hugged you, his head going into your neck once more as yours rested on his chest, rocking you both from side to side as you sighed into him
He pulled away before pecking your lips as he let your hands wonder his shirt, undoing the buttons on the way down before reaching the bottom and sliding your hands up his abs, pushing his shirt off of his broad shoulders and placing light, feathery kisses there
Your hands went down once more, pulling the zip off his jeans down before letting them fall to the floor so he could step out of them 

 You took the time to admire him, the work he had been putting in for his diet and going to the gym had paid of, seeing him achieving a goal he’s been looking at for a while is enough to make your heart burst with love 

 He moved so he could push you against the wall lightly, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist grinding into your slowly, a breathless whimper slipping from your mouth at the feeling of his clothed cock against your clothed core
He moved and laid you on the bed, hovering over you and placing his lips on yours, one hand running down the bare skin of your waist and the other lifting your upper body up to release the clasp of your bra and throwing it off of the bed before letting your body fall back into the mattress
 He placed kisses down your neck and between the valley of your breasts, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses around your nipple before attaching them to it and running hip tongue around it as one of his hands massage your other breast slowly making you whimper slightly under him, your hands pulling on his hair making him groan out against you before switching over and doing the same on the other, he kissed up and sucked the skin above and around them leaving small but prominent love bits every few minutes 

 He continued on a trail down, kissing down your stomach until he reached the line of your panties continuing to your dripping center before placing one single open mouthed kiss against you before hooking his fingers on the edge of them and slowly dragging them down your legs placing kisses up your thighs as he reached your core blowing on it sending shivers up your spine as his hot breath hit you
One of your hands tangling it’s self in his hair whilst the other laced through his as he licked a bold, slow strip from your entrance to your clit making a loud moan slip from your mouth and your hand to pull at his hair slightly making a low groan vibrating through your body as he attached his mouth around your clit before sucking lightly, two of his fingers entered you suddenly moving slowly in and out of you curling up, lightly pressing against your special spot making his name mixed with a moan leave your mouth at the feeling
His thumb ran over the top of your hand as he placed a chaste kiss on to your core before kneeling up and laying over you to kiss you, his fingers still curling into you again as his lips moved against yours his tongue sliding into your mouth moving against yours as you could taste your self on him 

 For him pleasuring you was more than enough to get himself off, he loved to give especially to you so watching you unravel underneath him made his cock throb at the sight of it
You grabbed his arm and took his fingers out of you, and pushed him off of you and sliding his boxers down his legs, throwing them to the side and straddling his legs and sliding one of your hands down cock, a soft grip taking place there as you lead down and placed a kiss on the tip before lowering your mouth down, your hand sliding up and down the part your couldn’t reach with your mouth 

 He moaned out loudly, a mixture of profanities leaving his lips before you took your lips off of him and got a condom from the bedside table and sliding it on him, a groan leaving his mouth as you did
He flipped you over after that, lacing one of his hands with yours and the other guided his cock down your slit, circling around your cult before he slowly pushed into you, your back arching slightly at the feeling as his other hand laced with your other before lifting them above your head and pulling out of you before thrusting back in 

 The slow movements mixed with the pleasure sent him into a daze as he moved in and out of you attaching his lips onto yours, releasing them when ever you had to let out a moan or a whimper His took his hands from yours and brought them to your legs, lifting them up and wrapping them around his waist, his arms went either side of your head your arms snaking around his neck as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, attaching his lips and sucking at the skin there lightly as you moaned out at the new angle 
Slow, deep thrusts filling you up the whole time your name falling out of his lips as little whimpers into your neck as he began to get close to finishing, his breath hot on your neck making you flustered as you moaned out his name once more
He thrusted into you once more, his deep cock hitting your spot straight away making you moan out and release on to him, your nails scratching down his back at the intensity of the orgasm as he released into the condom a few shallow thrusts later after riding out both of your orgasms and threw the condom away

He put on a pair of clean boxers before throwing you one of his shirts letting you sit up and put it on before lying under the covers, him joining you shortly after Wrapping his arms around you as you cuddled into his side feeling the warmth radiate off of him, nuzzling your head into his neck 

 "I truly do love you" he whispered before kissing your head making you smile into his neck 

“I love you too” your replied before drifting off into a deep sleep, gently running his finger tips up your back and arms as he sat and thought to himself, looking down at you and questioning how he ever got so lucky

Traditional Witchcraft at Issue

Detractors of traditional witchcraft begin by using our words differently than we do to discredit a premise we never made. Traditional is wrongly defined by detractors as meaning ancient unbroken unchanged lineage and practice. And witchcraft is wrongly defined as self identified witches’ practices. Traditional to us usually means rooted in pre 1900’s folk magical traditions. Witch to us is a postmodern term that applies to a variety of folk magical practices, cunning person professions, and certain trade and fraternal lodge customs that only in some noted historical circumstances self identified as witchery, but were more often called witch as a long dangerous criminal slur. Traditional Witchcraft is a post modern term that indicates irreligious (indifferent to religion) counter-cultural and animist magical practices. In contrast, Wicca is generally understood to be a tradition of religious (organized set of worship practices and moral rules) pagan ritual magic. At this point, the differences between Initiatory Wicca and Traditional Witchcraft are fuzzy as lineages old gard wiccans include traditional witchcraft elements.

One of the problems we face is the disbelief that Gardner based his pagan religion off of anything, but in reality he did know traditional witches and did include elements of their practice in Wicca. A few entirely Wiccan elements are the three fold law and the Wiccan rede. The 8 spokes wheel of the year is from revival druidry (also a type of fraternal lodge that traditional witches draw upon).

Another problem we face is the increasing exaggeration of the level to which major source texts for Wicca and traditional witchcraft were discredited or credited. Yes, much Margaret Murray’s The witch cult in Western Europe’s conclusions were disproven and unsupported by the evidence. But she misinterpreted the evidence and her disproven conclusion was that there was a unified pagan witch tradition, but there was witchcraft and there is lots of evidence in her books that is supported. Yes Ronald Hutton wrote an excellent book about British Paganism in which he questioned the legitimacy of Wicca, but it wasn’t the final word on the matter. Previously, Aiden Kelly In his book he assumed the people Gardner claimed to know we’re entirely made up with totally fake names. Easily people found the folks Gardner claimed to know and even showed they had interest in animism and fraternal lodges which loosely supports the traditional witchcraft roots for his pagan religion. Hutton himself found the new information compelling and engaged with other scholars. His book was written 15 years ago a lot has been found since.

There has always been controversy over Gospel of Aradia, but recent scholarship has shown that Madellena was likely a real informant as Leland talked in his letters to friends and family of the mundanity of paying her and such. Clearly and by his own word he reworked what she provided him.

Finally, detractors in their requirement (again not our own definition) that the traditions be culturally pure. Cornwall is tiny, itty bitty. It’s near other parts of England, it’s not a fortified island, it’s a part of the British island. Same with nearby Wales. The entire Island of England is the size of the state I live in. The way detractors act as though there is a pure Cornish tradition unlike anything else nearby is untenable. Of course Cornish craft is alike to Wicca in some ways they come from the same island and cultures.

Finally, detractors charge that these witch authors claim their work is ancient pure cultural unbroken lineages self identified throughout as witchery. When a simple reading of the author’s own words usually says the opposite. Gardner claimed he dressed up the traditional witchcraft he found. Gemma Gary claims she wrote her own rituals based off of the local folk practice and other influences. Schulke and Chumbley claim their work is from channelled visions and personal experience on top of the traditional lineage practices rooted in the last two centuries.

Detractors also like to insult writing style and cost of books. They feel that selling nice books is capitalist. I wonder if they just imagine these witches raking in the dough. Often these authors lose money on their book sales. Writing a book is a labor of love. Schulke is a book binding artist. That is why Xoanan books are beautiful and a tad costly (no more than a school book). Gemma Gary’s books are only costly because of the exchange rate and shipping. Most of her books come out in paperback shortly after the hardback just like most mainstream publishing houses do. Like I bought Harry Potter books the day they came out in Hardback and accounting for exchange rate and shipping were about the same price.

The last detraction is based on writing style. I see no point in answering that it’s a matter of taste.

Traditional witchcraft can be written off anytime you want if you make sure to make up your own definition of what it is and then prove it doesn’t fit that definition. But if you take it at face value for what it claims to be in the fine print, then you got it.


By Holly Gleason

When Taylor Swift took the witness stand in Denver, it seemed many people had forgotten—she was being sued. This public rehashing of an ugly breach-of-personal-space (a clinical term for gross sexual assault) was not instigated by Swift lashing out at a guy who lost all sense of courtesy, boundaries or couth. It was a result of a $3,000,0000 suit brought against her because his employer decided they didn’t cotton to that sort of conduct.

Swift—who countersued for sexual assault—had the “privilege” of retreading the experience of a man, an industry professional who should know better, sliding his hand under her garment, and grabbing her “ass.” When the picture-perfect star tersely hurled the term, she more than echoed the attitude of the kind of man who might consider such an action funny, a good story—or who just decided to act on his worst impulses. She’s not coming at him, people. On the day of the incident, she went back to the dressing room and told her mother—more than many victims of sexual assault or harassment get to do—and they had the gentleman escorted from the building. If they let his employer know, providing physical back-up, that’s only good stewardship: who wants someone repping their call letters who crosses those kinds of lines?

That the station said, “We don’t think so” is a victory for decency. In an industry where women are shushed or demoted—or promoted in exchange for their silence—a radio station stepped up and terminated the guy. Because beyond being bad for relations with Team Taylor, his violation sets a bad precedent across the board.

But what’s so egregious here is that we live in a world where this is a debatable, where an aggressor can just keep coming instead of taking responsibility for his actions. Where instead of apologizing he feels justified in suing the victim for the consequences of (as Swift pointed out in her testimony) his choices.

Andrea Swift, her mother, not only had to take the stand—and defend actions that in the momentum of a concert cycle in motion are locked in—but had to question her own parenting. After all, the mega-multiplatinum blond didn’t cause a scene; this was most likely to keep the incident from turning into a cyclone as people whipped out cell phones to tweet, snapchat or Instagram the moment. This, protector rues, “made me question why, as a parent, I had encouraged her to be so polite.” We live in a world where parents are forced to question the wisdom of teaching their children manners, courtesy, respect? Yes, the same world where a person saying “no” or “that’s not appropriate” (no matter how many people agree) is not acceptable.

As Karen Glauber points out with the title of her brilliant “In Other News, Today Is Wednesday” piece following the ouster of L.A. Reid, this sort of behavior is hardly unprecedented. Nor is perpetrator David Mueller’s allergy to consequences. What is news is an artist standing up for herself, digging in and saying, “No.”

And what’s especially heart-rending is even with witnesses, proof, a fairly clear pool of who did it, initially even the Swifts opted to keep silent. Again, Andrea Swift acted as a mother, concerned for the welfare of her child more than a clinical execution.

“I did not want this event to define her life,” she insisted in testimony reported by People. “I did not want every interview from now on to have to make her include what happened to her. I did not want her to have to live through the endless memes and GIFs that tabloid media and Internet trolls would come up with.”

We absolutely wanted to keep this private,” she added, “but we did not want him to get away with it. He sexually assaulted her.”

I’ve been there. Didn’t tell my parents for fear of the emotional damage it would do to them. I couldn’t face grown-ups asking questions, insinuating a tomboy from an all-girls school in baggy jeans and a t-shirt asked for it because I was in the teenage perpetrator’s home while the mother was at work. Even though I was kicked in the stomach and thrown into a wall. Because having to talk about it over and over with people who didn’t know me, care about me, would want to destroy me to save this football-playing jock who took my virginity, felt even more terrible to me, as a 15-year old girl, than everything else that had transpired. Did Taylor Swift or her people get the DJ fired? Doubtful. She’s got better things to do, and she trusts nature to take its course. Did Taylor Swift make it up,  as the DJ is alleging? Seems hard to believe in all the galaxies of meet-and-greets, scads of young girls, tons of music industry executives streaming through. Why would she single him out?

Our culture has come to a place where “reasonable doubt” often silences the ones who’ve been assaulted. There is no meaningful support for them, especially as they go through the judicial system. And for the defendant in these cases, it’s no holds barred because—as we saw in the Stanford sexual assault ruling—it would have a “severe impact” on the man.

So, we shut up and shut down. It’s a rare person who will stand up and speak out in the face of this glare. Maybe it’s because he sued her. Maybe it’s because she recognized that she had more evidence, more ability to tell. Maybe it’s because she has a platform and enough support that when she says enough is enough, Taylor Swift is unstoppable. Taylor Swift stood up, because so many of us couldn’t. And even more importantly than women, or anyone being pursued inappropriately, speaking up, it would be nice if men would check their game. Maybe the rule of thumb should be: Would I want someone doing that to my daughter? My sister? My assistant? My wife? If you wouldn’t want it done unto those women in your life, then don’t do it. Not to the cocktail waitress, the perky promo rep who hasn’t been through the ringer, the assistant who knows it’s her job to make you feel welcome. Here’s the deal: We want to be nice, friendly, helpful. Being interested in what you’re saying is not a license to grab someone’s butt—or suggest what someone ought to be doing to you later. It means you’re on the list, and “have fun at the show.” Rather than worrying about “standing up,” it would be nice to not have to worry at all. Let’s hang out. Be pals. Let’s leave the conjugal conjugations elsewhere. My Dad raised me not to poop where I eat—and it’s happened that I’ve had fiancées in my business – because when you work the kind of hours we all do, industry people understand.  Still, there’s a massive difference between mutual attraction and intimidation, even in this hook-up world.

So, think—about your daughters, sisters, assistants, friends. Then, as the Georgia Satellites once brayed, “Keep Your Hands To Yourself.”

I found this at my grandparents house today. I wrote it when I was 6 years old. It says “you are the bistist grandmo and grandpo in the ho wid wrod.” Translation - “you are the best grandma and grandpa in the whole wide world.”

Sometimes I forget how much I struggled to learn English. Sure it’s my native language, but there were nights when I could not figure out grammar rules for the life of me. There were weeks when spelling anything the correct way seemed like an impossible task. But little by little, bit by bit, I got there.

So I guess this is a gentle reminder to myself. It’s okay that my French isn’t perfect even though I’ve been learning it for 8 years. I probably speak it better than my 8 year old self spoke English. Same goes for Chinese or Norwegian or any other language I choose. Struggles are merely the stepping stones to success. As long as I keep persevering and take time to enjoy the journey, it will all be worth it in the end.


Matt Bomer in Everything  8 (2012)

I spoke to Jeff [Zarrillo] before I did the reading just to see where he was emotionally and what this process was like for him. Because I wanted to tell his story as authentically as possible. When you’re up in front of a jury and everything, it’s a little bit different than in the rehearsal room. So I wanted to know exactly where he was.

All’s Fair (pt 7)

Originally posted by wooyoung

Member: Exo Baekhyun

Type: Fluff/Angst/Future Smut

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

“Okay, but seriously, why are you wearing pants?” asked Sehun, crossing his arms as he craned his neck towards the ottoman where you were seated, your head thrown back as you chugged the beer from a can. You swallowed and gave a satisfied sigh, setting the can down and narrowing your eyes at Sehun, who was still being straddled by your drunk roommate.

“Why are you under Baekhyun?” you pointed out, and Baekhyun turned his head to look at you, scrunched his brows, then looked down at Sehun, finally seeming to realize that he was straddling him. His drunken form made a strange sound before falling off the couch, his head missing the coffee table by an inch, landing next to your feet.

He stared up at you, his eyes filled with puppy-like innocence as he pouted, “I thought the couch felt funny…but it wasn’t the couch, huh?” You giggled, reaching down to run your fingers through his soft hair. He smiled up at you, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your fingers on his scalp.

“Sorry to interrupt,” piped Junmyeon, who plopped down onto the floor next to Baekhyun with his plate of…whatever that was. He’d probably had just as much alcohol as Sehun and Baekhyun, but seemed relatively okay in comparison, with the lack of slurring words and falling. Even you seemed drunker than him and you got home half an hour ago. His shirt was still missing and you had to hold yourself back from staring at his toned body as he spoke. “But Sehun is right, you’re still wearing pants. You told us that you didn’t wear pants. Don’t worry, I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed in you.”

“Thanks hyung,” muttered Sehun from the couch, groaning as he turned onto his side to face the rest of you. As his half-closed eyes landed on you he groaned, his hand coming out to flop down at the side of the couch as he tried to point at Junmyeon. “Hyuuuung,” he whined, his bottom lip puffing out. “Your food smells funny.”

“It’s healthy!” said Junmyeon, a little louder that he meant, making Baekhyun jump, quickly scooting himself closer to you so he could hug your legs, resting his cheek against your knee. “At least it’s not like the junk you eat.”

“My head hurts,” pouted Baekhyun, rubbing his cheek against you. “Make it stop.” You began rubbing his scalp again, your fingers tangling in his dark locks and your thumbs rubbing his temples soothingly. He smiled lazily, moaning lightly in content. The sound made your cheeks hot, and you forgot the other two were watching until Junmyeon gave a loud, exaggerated sigh.

“I wish I had a cute roommate to massage my head,” he sighed, taking another bite of the substance that he called food on his plate. A sound of protest came from the couch.

“I’m fucking adorable and you know it,” shot Sehun, flailing his arms and legs on the couch like an upset child.

Junmyeon scoffed, “But you don’t give me massages. You don’t rub my head like that when I say I have a headache.”

Sehun stuck his tongue out in response. “You don’t get headaches, hyung you’re always all hydrated and healthy and stuff. And why should I give you free massages, isn’t it enough that I’m cute? Or would you rather have that creepy ass stalker girl from earlier live with you. I bet she’d massage you anywhere you wanted-”

“Yah, quiet,” Junmyeon cut him off, shoving more food into his mouth and chewing with a frown. Your mind whirred, your eyes moving from Sehun to Junmyeon and back to Sehun and back to Junmyeon as you tried to understand the exchange that had just occurred with your hazy mind.

Baekhyun stirred as you stopped your movements, too deep in your thoughts to remember that you were trying to rid the boy of his headache. “More please,” he muttered, his hand moving up to tug at yours. Your hands continued, and another satisfied sigh left Baekhyun’s lips as your fingers worked his scalp.

“Wait,” you said, your brows crinkling as you looked up at the boys again. Sehun’s legs had both fallen off the couch while his head and shoulders still remained half up, so he was awkwardly propped up. Junmyeon was still chewing, his cheeks puffed with food. “So you guys are roommates?” They both nodded awkwardly as you continued. “So you have an actual home? Then why the hell are you guys always here?”

“Because Baekhyun has a cute roommate who doesn’t wear pants-” began Sehun as his eyes moved towards you, but then he immediately groaned. “Hyuuuuung, she still has pants, we were lied to.”

You stuck your tongue out at Sehun just as Baekhyun’s head popped up, his eyes half closed and dreamy. “Come down,” he muttered, tugging your hand and gesturing for you to get off the ottoman and sit on the floor. You obliged, sitting down next to him. “I’m sleepy,” he muttered, and you watched him rub his eyes cutely.

“Same,” muttered Sehun. “Usually Baekhyun hyung is the most talkative but today he’s all sleepy. We should all sleep.”

“I’m eating,” said Junmyeon, and you stared at his mostly empty plate in disgust as he continued eating. “You guys sleep, I don’t mind. Hey, it’s kinda cold in here, right?”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so cold if you wore a shirt,” you grumbled, and Junmyeon raised a brow at you.

“Says the girl who doesn’t wear pants-”

“I’m wearing pants right now,” you groaned. You felt Baekhyun tug at your arm before his head moved to rest on your shoulder. You sighed, feeling the warmth of his body as it wriggled closer to you, trying to get comfortable. The other two boys stared silently as Baekhyun nudged closer to you, and you watched him yawn before finally settling in.

You looked up at the boys, your eyelids starting to get heavy as one of them started saying something else about your pants, but as your eyes closed you stopped listening, and let yourself slowly drift to sleep, feeling Baekhyun’s breath on your neck.

When your eyes cracked open, your throat felt dry, and your head hurt a bit. Your eyes scanned over your mess of a living room. Sehun had ended up on the ground completely, face down as his arms hugged a pillow under him. Junmyeon fell asleep curled up on his side, his empty plate now upside down in front of him.

You suddenly felt two arms wrap around your waist, pulling your back into a warm chest. You heard a groan as his arms tightened around you. “Yah,” muttered Baekhyun, yawning and resting his chin against your shoulder. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered, trying to pull yourself out of his grasp. “Baekhyun, can you…”

He hummed before finally opening his eyes, realizing what he was doing and releasing you, his face turning pink. “Sorry,” he muttered softly, and you nodded, turning away shyly.

“What do we do about them? Wake them up?” you asked, sitting up next to your roommate. His eyes moved to his friends, scanning over their lifeless bodies.

He nodded slowly, groaning slightly as he moved to sit up as well, running his fingers through his messy hair before putting a hand on Junmyeon’s shoulder. “Hyung…Hyuuuung…get up…” he grumbled, and Junmyeon wriggled away from his grasp, groaning in protest. Baekhyun turned back to you, sighing, “Could you wake up Sehun?”

You nodded, crawling over to his side to shake him gently. “Sehun? Sehun…wake up…Sehun…” He hummed, shifting to lay on his side as he hugged the pillow tighter. You saw him open one eye, letting it adjust to the light before opening the other, blinking a few times.

Baekhyun was still shaking Junmyeon, who only kept wriggling and pushing his hands away. Baekhyun chided, “Hyung, don’t you have work or something?”

Junmyeon whined, “No, I don’t…not yet…what time is it?” He shifted again, moving onto his back and stretching his arms upward, making his toned stomach and chest visible. Where was this boy’s shirt?

“I…um…” you began, your eyes still on Junmyeon. You heard Baekhyun groan next to you before moving to cover your eyes with his hand. “Yah! What are you-”

“Stop staring,” grumbled Baekhyun before turning back to Junmyeon. You pulled his hand away as he spoke. “It’s 8:46, hyung.” Junmyeon sat up immediately, fingers running through his hair as he looked around.

“I’m late-” he choked before scrambling up and running around your living area to find his shirt. “I don’t have time to go home oh gosh-”

Sehun groaned, finally pulling his own body up as he spoke, “Hyung, you’ll be wearing an apron anyways, nobody will notice. But I don’t think you’ll make it in time, because getting there from here is like a thirty minute walk.”

Junmyeon stopped where he was, his shirt in his hands. “But…but…” his bottom lip puffed out as he pouted. “I’ve never been late before.” Everyone was silent then, unsure of how to continue as Junmyeon pulled on his shirt, the pout still evident on his face.

“I can drive you?” you offered as the idea popped in your head. Junmyeon looked at you for a second confused before a smile broke out on his face.

“Really? Thank you so much, I’ll repay you I promise,” he grinned. Sehun stood, wrapping his arms around Junmyeon’s shoulders and turning to you.

“Ooh,” he began, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Can you take me too? It’s close to where we live.”

You nodded, hearing a scoff next to you. “Yah,” muttered Baekhyun. “You never drive me anywhere. Why are you driving them?”

“I don’t want him to be late to work!” you gestured to Junmyeon, who stood silently next to Sehun.

Baekhyun pouted, crossing his arms against his chest. “Then I’m coming too. I kinda want coffee anyways, I drank too much last night.”

“Coffee?” you questioned, and the boys nodded as you quickly left the apartment.

Junmyeon apparently worked as a barista at a café that you’d never been to, because you assumed it would be overpriced as hell. The second you walked in along with the other three, you knew you had been right. The place was nice; semi-crowded with young, well-dressed people sitting at tables sipping coffee without a care in the world.

As soon as you walked in, Junmyeon rushed to the back to grab his apron and join the other two baristas who were already working behind the counter. He beckoned you over as he began helping fill orders.

“Your drinks are on me! Thank you, I would’ve been late if you hadn’t driven me,” he grinned at you from behind the counter. “So please relax!”

You sat with Baekhyun and Sehun at one of the empty tables at your coffee was prepared, staring around at the customers. It wasn’t long before Junmyeon walked out with a tray, grinning as he gave each of you your drinks.

Time went by with small talk and sipping on your overpriced drink, which you had tried to pay for but Junmyeon refused to let you. You looked over to him, seeing him smiling and being polite to customers, which was obviously part of his job but you couldn’t help admire him for that, because he actually seemed genuinely happy to serve them.

“Is he always like that?” you asked, your eyes staying on him as he laughed with a customer, his eyes crinkling as his teeth showing.

“Who, hyung?” asked Baekhyun, noticing your stare and setting down his cup. “Yeah, he is. I mean, you’ve only seen him drunk so I guess that’s why you’re surprised, but he’s a really good guy actually. We all really respect him.”

“Hyung works really hard at everything he does,” agreed Sehun, turning to look at Junmyeon as well. You sipped your drink as he continued, “A lot of people really like him for that. I’m surprised he’s not dating right now despite how many girls are interested. Actually, you know what, he thinks you’re pretty cute, why don’t you ask him out?”

You and Baekhyun both began coughing simultaneously as Sehun looked back and forth between you to. Baekhyun coughed again before protesting, “Yah, you can’t just say things like that! W-What if she’s not interested huh? Don’t force her to-”

“I’m not forcing her!” explained Sehun, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest as you continued coughing silently, your eyes wide. You took another sip of your drink, clearing your throat again as Sehun continued, “Hyung said she was cute, so I just thought-” He stopped suddenly, his eyes going wide. “Wait…you two…are you guys together?” You coughed up your drink again, grabbing a napkin as Baekhyun reached over to rub your back. Sehun gasped, “You are, aren’t you?”

You and Baekhyun looked to each other and then to Sehun, and immediately began shaking your heads no.

“Well it’s not like-”

“We haven’t really talked about it-”

“I just didn’t want her to feel pressured-”

“Can we not talk about this-”

Neither of your words had any effect on Sehun however, who was still grinning like an idiot and staring at Baekhyun. He reached over to pinch one of his cheeks, laughing to himself, “Junmyeon hyung is going to be so proud that you’re finally getting laid-”

Baekhyun slapped his hand away, before he retorted, “Yah, I’m your hyung too! Stop…doing that…” He continued pushing his hands away as Sehun continued teasing him. You sat there unmoving, your face getting hotter by the second. You weren’t sure how long this teasing was going to last until suddenly one of the baristas yelled.

“Stop bothering him!” he snapped, and the café went silent. Junmyeon grabbed the barista’s shoulder, his eyes wide as he tried to pull him away from the register. In front of them was a girl, her head down and her face in her hands. “No,” the other barista pushed Junmyeon away and turned back to the girl. “She’s been a pain for you for the longest time. You can’t come here anymore, okay? You’re a disruption to our customers and to our employees and I will not deal with you anymore.”

Junmyeon grabbed his shoulder again, shaking his head at the other barista before turning to the girl himself. Taking a deep breath, he spoke softly but firmly, “I’m very sorry, but I really don’t want to date you or anything of the sort. I would really appreciate it if you accepted that, because this is really getting out of hand. I’m sorry for the yelling, and-”

“Why won’t you go out with me?” she asked, and although you could only see her back you could tell she was crying. You noticed that a lot of the customers went back to their drinks and conversations, as if this scene wasn’t still happening.

“Oh god,” muttered Baekhyun next to you, and you head turned slightly to meet his gaze. “So this is the stalker girl they were talking about.”

Sehun stood up from his chair, walking towards the girl with a sour look on his face. “Yah, can’t you just give it a rest? We’re so tired of this,” he started, his tone more exasperated than angry. “You can’t just stalk people like that, you’re invading our privacy-”

She shook her head madly, interrupting him, “No, no I didn’t mean to! I just wanted to get to know him, I didn’t mean to be weird or creepy!”

“You didn’t mean to?” asked Sehun, his eyebrow raised. “You…I don’t know how you got hyung’s number since he doesn’t just give it out like that, but the nonstop texting and calling is definitely a problem and you just keep coming back every time we block the number. You were outside our apartment and I don’t think we invited you over. You liking him isn’t an excuse to make him uncomfortable or pressure him like this,” he finished, running his fingers through his hair.

The girl started crying again, turning back to Junmyeon. “But why don’t you like me? I really like you…it’s not fair, I don’t mean to be creepy I just really-”

“Please stop,” Junmyeon said, his tone just as exasperated as Sehun’s. “I really just-”

“But why not? It’s not like you have a girlfriend,” she whined again and you stared at the scene in front of you, not believing what was happening. The rest of the customers had gone back to their business and you looked to Baekhyun, a shocked expression plastered on your face.

He shrugged, “She does this a lot apparently. I don’t see it in person usually, but when I do it’s always this bad. They’re all probably regulars…used to the drama at this point.”

You turned back to Junmyeon, your eyes meeting his. As he saw you, his eyes widened, his head tilting slightly to the side ever so slightly. He opened his mouth to speak again, “Actually…” Suddenly he rushed out from behind the counter, walking towards you with a pleading look in his eye, mouthing a quick apology. You stared at him in confusion as he grabbed your hand, pulling you up and bringing you next to Sehun and the girl.

Your head turned back and your eyes met Baekhyun’s worried ones. His mouth suddenly dropped open, his expression turning cold as he seemed to realize what was happening. Junmyeon wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing your attention back to the scene in front of you.

“Actually, I do have a girlfriend.”

The café went silent again, and you felt your face getting hot once more. On the other side of you, your heard Sehun mutter something under his breath, too silent for anyone except you to really hear.

“Well, shit.”

All’s Fair Mini Masterlist

Mobile Masterlist


[170909 Diamond Edge in Kuala Lumpur Fanaccount]

“Writing a note to record yesterday’s Kuala Lumpur concert. First of all the venue, it really wasn’t that great, really small, all the areas were very crowded. But let’s talk about what I was able to see, I’ll start with my three biases. Wen Junhui, he’s really too great of a person, whether it’s personality or appearance. I raised up my Jun sign during the encore stage, so he waved in my direction, I was able to film this moment even though it’s very blurry 😂😂😂 While he was leaving the stage after performing ‘My I’ I yelled out his name loudly, and he turned his head back. Since I’m a Wen Junhui stan I always focus on him unknowingly, his dancing is seriously good, his actions are precise with great body position, so it’s very pleasing to the eye, and also Lil’ Wen’s voice is so cute. He also has a lot of little interactions with the members, him and Kim Mingyu hurting each other, locking eyes with Yoon Jeonghan and smiling at each other, fooling around with Lil’ 8, they really have a good relationship. And during the ending ment Lil’ Wen was quite bored, he kept fumbling with the holes in his pants, and rubbing his ring. But he still listened seriously to the members’ ments, he gave reactions. Next is Boo Seungkwan, his expressions were cute throughout the whole thing, his dancing was also cute, a lot of people were screaming for Tiantian [T/N: Seungkwan’s nickname among C-fans, it means ‘sweet’], you could tell he was really happy, Tiantian’s expressions were very rich hahaha. Even though he didn’t look at me, he was in front of me plenty of times, I watched him intricately. Both cute and cool, about his singing he has a very full voice, his live ability is great. Mr. Lee [T/N: literally ‘Teacher Lee’, a nickname for Woozi by C-fans] was a bit taller than I imagined hahaha (not dissing him), I am supposed to be the same height as Mr. Lee, but his proportions are good, anyway he just looked taller than me, Jihoonie’s dancing is really amazing, his actions are clean and straightforward. His singing is also good beyond my imagination, a nasally sweet voice, full of texture. I also wore Mr. Lee’s head accessory, although he didn’t look at me, but I’m still going to fangirl over him. Aside from my biases Mingyu and Jeonghan had me shook. Jeonghan was very close to me many times, walking past me, sitting in front of me, making eye contact with me, it was very heart throbbing, he looked too good, so good no words can describe it. I filmed a couple of videos of Mingyu, super long legs that fills up the whole screen, every movement felt very heart fluttering, and Mingyu’s temper is really very good. A fan threw something on stage, it hit Mingyu, at first even I was shocked, but Mingyu just smiled at the fan gently, the type of smile that says ‘Of course I choose to forgive you’, it was really very gentle, he really spoils the fans. Xu Minghao was also very good-looking, he seemed to be very interested in my Wen Junhui light-up poster, he kept glancing at it, the choreography for My I is too good. Lil’ 8 is still a water-spraying monster [T/N: I’m not sure if this was referring to his sweat or if he was really spraying water lol], squarely splashing onto my face, but of course I choose to forgive him 😃😃😃 During the ending ment Lil’ 8 spoke Mandarin, I felt happy listening to it, he even reminded us that it’s raining outside, we need to be careful while going home. I seriously studied Lil’ Choi’s face, it’s just as refined as it seems on screen. Dino was just very cute, his smile was also very sweet. And then I don’t really remember the others!!! Also Lee Seokmin is super good-looking, when he turned to wink at us my heart throbbed… Working hard at remembering these things, let’s meet again next year! SVT as a whole gives off a good vibe, there’s really nothing to pick at regarding their dance, and the members exchange looks, actions, and interactions a lot, a strong group bond, I have to compliment it.”

High school is absurd.

Listen y’all. I recently saw a post about things that happened at some other persons high school. I will say it was weird, but my high school takes the crazy cake I think. Let me give you a quick run down on some different goings on.

1. Classes just had no curriculum so teachers made up assignments.

2. Because of that in my forensics class I got hundreds on assignments like watch CSI or catch a fly

3. Same forensics class, just also we watched a pig decompose for six weeks.

4. I once spent an entire class period tied to the desk on the floor trying to escape. No one helped me. The teacher did not look up from her desk. I have video evidence of this once so please hmu.

5. A friend once turned in a paper that just had the word llama written on it 100 times and she got a 100 on that paper.

6. One of the english teachers turned out to be a porn star one year

7. I took a Spanish class where surprise the teacher only spoke english.

8. In some digital media class the kid next to me just made an animation of Obama riding in a car while a pig did cartwheels in the sky. He too got a good grade.

9. In that class we all just played games and my entire row would have competitions. Not like normal games though. Our big game was a game where you had put all the states on the map in the correct place. We did it so much I got to where I could do it in 45 seconds. 

10. There was a security guard that no one liked so kids would regularly just flip over his golf cart. 

11. He also once let me leave the school, but then wouldn’t let me back in to go to class.

12. One year a bunch of kids convinced the librarian that they were going to turn the library into a pool and she had a mental break and quit.

13. The color guard won the world championship contest and literally no one cared. They barely had an assembly to tell people about it.

14. One day some kid pulled the fire alarm so everyone went outside for a while until they figured out the truth, so we went back in. Ten minutes later there was a scheduled fire drill so everyone went outside again for a while. Then we go back in and within the hour there is an actual fire so we all return to the outside. 

15. I learned how to make a bong out of literally anything one day in my biology class. The lesson only took a few minutes that day, so my teacher decided to tell us about how he once caught a kid with a taxidermied raccoon that he made into a bong. Then he told us how to do it with anything.

That is just some of the wild things that happened. If you want to know more I will happily tell you. I think my school inspired Greendale Community College.

Blame it on the Alcohol

Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut

Request: Hi! Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are friends and he is all shy, literally just being his typical self. One day you go out clubbing/partying together and he gets really drunk and turns into the complete opposite, suddenly full of confidence . Somehow that night you end up sleeping together ;) Thanks in advance!!

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4

I just stared at him, willing him to speak. Just one word, that’s all I wanted. He tapped his pencil on the table and stared at the empty space in front of him.

Knowing that I was watching him, his eyes flickered toward me, his pencil froze in its actions, then his gaze quickly turned back to the space in front of him and the pencil started hitting the wood on the table as it had done before.

I sighed, I hate partner projects.

I looked to my professor who was leaned far back in his desk chair and his legs crossed on the table. His thin framed glasses were balanced on the tip of his nose as he blankly looked at an old newspaper. I silently cursed him for partnering me up with the shyest person in the class. No, the shyest person on the planet.

I side glanced my partner again, “Sooo, we need to come up with a topic for our presentation,” I tried to encourage him to come up with something. Every idea I came up with had been met with a meek shrug of his shoulders.

“Mhm,” he hummed as he was now twirling his pencil in between his long, thin fingers.

I pursed my lips and squinted at him, “Got any ideas?”

He chewed on his lip and shook his head.

I sighed and slumped back in my chair. Every other group had come up with their topic and started their projects yesterday. We were already behind the other groups and I couldn’t figure out how to get through to him so we could catch up.

You know, he’s lucky he’s gorgeous because if he just looked like every other Joe Shmoe in this school, I’d be furious with him right now. Every time I felt myself losing my temper, I would look at his profile and would suddenly feel calm, entranced even. His name was Jungkook. His features were soft and silky. His had a faint hint of a scar below his eye and I wondered how he managed to get it. His deep, inviting dark brown eyes were surrounded by thick, long black eyelashes.

“I was thinking we could—” just as I was about to pitch another idea, the bell rang.

“Pick up from here on Monday,” I finished my sentence.

“Okay,” he said without looking at me, gathering his belongings and standing up from his chair.

I followed his actions and grabbed my stuff, then walked toward the door. I just wanted to get out of this class and temporarily avoid the stress that this project had brought to me.

“Hey Y/N!” a girl shouted my name before I could get through the door.

I turned around to a girl who I’d spoken to a few times calling for my attention.

“Are you going to the party at the bar tonight?” she asked.

I cocked my head to the side, “I didn’t know there was a party at the bar tonight?”

“Oh, well… you should come! It’s gonna be a blast!”

I debated her offer inside my head then my eyes found Jungkook who was stood close to me and I was reminded of the stress of our project and my desperation to get my mind off of it.

I turned back to the girl, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there! I’ll bring a friend too,” I told her with a smile.

She clapped happily, “Great! It starts at 8,” then she turned to Jungkook, “You should come too!”

He looked at her with wide eyes like a deer, surprised that she was addressing him directly. He let out a long breath then nodded, “a party could be fun,” he muttered, quickly looking down at the ground as he addressed her.

So he’ll speak to her but not me? 

His eyes flickered in my direction once more before he bowed his head and ducked out of the classroom.

I took my time getting home. I decided to grab a coffee from the campus’s cafe and take a stroll through a nearby park. I walked until I naturally headed down the path to my apartment and unlocked the door. I called my best friend and asked her to come to the party with me tonight. Of course, she obliged because that girl loved a good party. By the time I got back to my apartment, I only had a couple hours until the party started.

I went into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of ramen and slowly slurped small mouthfuls of noodles. After I finished my pre-party meal, I put the dish in the sink and filled it with water to soak. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting until the bathroom was filled with steam to peel off my day clothes then slipped into the shower. I lazily lathered my body with soap and scrubbed my scalp with shampoo, not being in any rush to get to the party. I stood in the shower, letting the water run down my body until it went cold. I turned off the water then wrapped myself in a towel and walked into my bedroom.

I jumped with I walked through the door and was welcomed by my best friend sitting on my bed, fully dressed and ready to go.

“Why aren’t you ready yet?! It’s already 8:30!” she spoke shrilly while flapping her hands around. She wore a tight sparkly strapless red dress that perfectly accentuated her womanly curves and voluptuous breasts which I had always been slightly jealous of.

I shrugged, “Just taking my time. No one shows up to parties on time anyway.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Well hurry up.”

Brushing off her bitterness, I walked over to the closet to find an outfit. I dug through my underwear until I found what I was looking for: a padded black lacey bra with underwear to match. I always put on my prettiest pair of underwear before a party, not because I was looking to get lucky, but because it gave me confidence. I picked out a pair of skin tight black skinny jeans and paired them with a black sparkly top with straps that crisscrossed in the back.

“Aren’t you a little dressed down?” my friend asked me, looking at her outfit, then mine.

“It’s just a bar, I think this is fine,” I gestured to my appearance, “come do my hair while I do my makeup,” I ordered and walked down the hall to the bathroom. My hair was curled and left down to frame my face. I stuck with fairly tame eyeshadow colors— just a few shades of brown which was dark enough to make my eyes look bigger and more defined but not dark enough to make me look like I just got out of a fist fight and lost. I applied a soft pink lip color and a pair of black high heels which made my ass look fantastic. Then, at 9:30, I was ready to go.

The bar was just a short walk from my apartment. My friend was already complaining about her feet hurting and her dress riding up and I just rolled my eyes and laughed at her. I could hear the bass of the music blasting from the bar from a block away. When we got to the entrance, there were lights of various colors strobing through the windows. The music was deafeningly loud and pulsed through my body, filling me with excitement as we walked through the doors into the pool of people.

I turned to speak to my best friend but found her already attached butt to crotch with a smitten stranger. His hands were on her thighs as she ground herself onto his hips sexily. My gaze wandered from her to a man leaning against a support beam with a half drank beer in his hand. He had a sleazy smirk on his face as he raised his glass to me and winked. I groaned and my stomach churned at his hungry expression.

I need a drink.

I struggled to make my way through the crowd to the end of the building where the bar was. When I finally reached it, I slumped against the cool wood of the long bar and took a seat on one of the open bar stools. The music was significantly less intense over here, now I could actually hear lyrics and some sort of tune rather than just bass.

Just as the song was ending, the bartender began to walk over to me. Just as I was about to tell him my order, the sound of a guy laughing loudly caught my attention. I turned my head to where the laughter was coming from and my stomach lurched in surprise.

On the bend of the bar counter, my partner in class, Jungkook was smiling hugely with his hand on a girl’s shoulder. He was wearing a black leather jacket which he paired with a white v neck shirt that showed off a bit of his muscular smooth chest. He leaned in close to her and whispered seductively which made her melt into a fit of giggles and playfully push him away, letting her hand linger on his chest much longer than it needed to.

Just as the opening chords to a new song blasted through the speakers, Jungkook’s eyes found mine across the bar. I froze unsure of what to do next. Should I look away? Wave?

His already dark brown eyes grew even darker as he turned his head to the side and rolled his tongue across the inside of his cheek, a devilish smile grew on his face. He leaned in close to whisper something in the girl’s ear, never breaking eye contact with me. He stepped away from her and he head snapped in my direction. She shot me a glare as Jungkook moved around the bend toward me.

Before I could react, Jungkook was standing extremely close to me, looking my body up and down, “Hellooo,” he drew out the the “o”, “you look ravishing,” he flirted.

I stood there stunned, there’s no way this was the same boy that refused to even make eye contact with me in class today.

“I–I didn’t think you’d show up to this,” I admitted in a fluster.

He turned his head to the side, “Why not? I said I would in class today.”

I shrugged, “You just don’t seem like the party type.”

He smirked, “I only came on the off-chance that I’d get to see you.”

His bold confession made his current state obvious to me, “Are you drunk?” I asked him, brushing off what he had just said. There’s no way he meant it if he was drunk, right?

He looked off to the side like he was debating his answer, then he looked back at me with a single raised eyebrow, “I’m not sober.”

I nodded. Shit, maybe he did mean it. I turned away from him and tried to let my curls fall over my face and block my blushing cheeks from his line of sight.

“Do you want a drink? How about a beer?” Jungkook asked and before I could respond was shouting at the bartender to get him two beers on tap.

I was going to interject but I couldn’t find anything wrong with letting a cute boy buy me a drink, so I said nothing. Especially after this cute boy basically put me through hell during class by refusing to work with me on our project. If anything, he owed me this drink.

“Are you here alone?” he asked before taking a long drink from the golden frothy liquid that the bartender had just put in front of him.

I grabbed my glass and turned my body so I could see the dance floor. I scanned the crowd until I spotted my best friend, who was now grinding on a different guy than she had been earlier, “That one,” I pointed to her, “I brought her,” I also chugged half of my beer.

He leaned closer to me to see who I was pointing at, “Red dress?”


He laughed and took another huge drink, essentially emptying his glass, “She looks like she’s having fun.”

I scoffed, “You could say that.”

Jungkook put his empty glass on the counter then tapped the table with his fingertips as he thought through something.

“Can you take shots?” he questioned playfully.

One corner of my mouth raised, “I don’t mean to brag but, I am excellent at taking shots,” I found myself sending out flirtatious vibes without meaning to.

He raised his eyebrow again, “Oh really? Prove it,” he baited.

I leaned back and put my hand over my chest, pretending to be hurt that he would ever doubt me, “Maybe I will,” I called the bartender over and ordered two rounds of shots of tequila for both of us. He poured the poison into shot glasses in front of us. Jungkook and I both grabbed one glass out of the four sat in front of us and clinked them together before downing the liquid and feeling as if it was burning a hole in my throat since I had no chaser.

I tried to play it off cool and pretend that the shot was nothing but I lost it when Jungkook became a laughing and coughing mess in front of me. I followed him quickly after as my body tried to reject what I had just consumed. Without pausing, we did the second round, having the same reaction as the first. Jungkook called for yet another round of shots, which we both did easily since the damage had already been done from the first two.

“You’re right,” he commented, “you are good at taking shots.

I shrugged smugly. Just then, a particularly loud song started playing.

“I can’t believe this,” I screamed over the blaring music.

“Can’t believe what?” he shouted back.

“You’re actually fun!”

He laughed and held up his shot glass, which the bartender had kindly refilled, “Blame the alcohol,” then the poured the shot down this throat.

I grabbed my glass and held it still for a moment, knowing I needed to slow down before the drunkenness hit me like a ton of bricks, “You’re just so quiet normally, I’m surprised,” I said before opening my throat and allowing the liquor to pass through without touching my tongue.     

He shrugged, putting his mouth to my ear so he didn’t need to yell as much, “I like to think that tipsiness shows my true colors.”

We continued talking about nothing for about thirty minutes until I felt the five shots and half a beer beginning to set in. Just as my mind started to get loopy, I heard the opening to my favorite song.

I gasped and aggressively tugged on Jungkook’s arm, “Oo! Oo! I love this song!”

He looked around at the very full dance floor then looked at me suggestively, “Let’s go dance!”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the bar, onto the dance floor. We both began to move our bodies to the rhythm of the music. The alcohol that was tracing through my veins allowed me to forget about any insecurities or embarrassment that I may have had if I were sober.

This song wasn’t exactly classy. It was definitely a booty shaking, boob bouncing song and I did just that right in front of Jungkook. A huge smile grew on his face as he watched my body move and swayed his body left and right.

He put a hand on my hip and helped guide me to the beat of the song. His hand moved from my hip to the curve of my lower back, pulling me closer to him. Adrenaline coursed through my body alongside the alcohol. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap between us. Our hips rocked against each other as Jungkook looked into my eyes and smiled seductively. I had no idea he had this sexy and smooth side to him and it was making my body get very warm and my breathing heavy.

I wasn’t sure how this dancing was making him feel but I knew I was started to get very turned on at the feeling of having my hips pressed to someone else. His hands were skimming up and down my back, getting very close to my butt but never actually resting there.

The song faded to its end and Jungkook and I just stood there, hips still pressed together, just looking at each other. His eyes were dark and hypnotic, making me yearn for him even more.

A new song started playing and Jungkook leaned his mouth to my ear, “It’s loud in here, let’s go somewhere else,” he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the exit of the bar. I frantically looked around for my friend and found her making out with the guy she had been grinding with, in the corner of the dance floor. She seemed occupied, I’d just text her to let her know where I went later.

Jungkook lead me outside into the cold, bitter air. He aggressively pushed me up against the brick wall of the bar and crashed his lips to mine. Drunk and extremely turned on, I immediately began kissing him back and spastically rubbing my hands all over his body. He grabbed at my upper thighs and ass, not being shy about grabbing it anymore. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I tangled my hands into his hair. I ground my hips on his just as I had done on the dance floor and he reciprocated the action.

“Hey, take that somewhere else!” the bouncer shouted at us, causing me to jump in fright and push Jungkook back.

He looked at me and smirk through his panting breath, “My apartment,” he said simply then grabbed my hand and pulled me down the road away from the bar. This is definitely not how I saw my night going.

We walked quickly down the deserted street to a tall apartment building. Jungkook led me through the lobby and into the elevator. He pushed the button for his floor, then pressed me against the side of the elevator and kissed me again, this time less harshly but still just as urgently as outside the bar.

We made out until the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Jungkook grabbed me again and led me to his front door, opening it with a shaky hand then pulling me through the doorway.

I was once again shoved against the wall and Jungkook firmly pressed his lips to mine, unable to contain his desire for me. Our bodies pressed together and I could feel his hardening dick against me. I ground against the bulge and his breath hitched at the contact.

I grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pulled the piece of clothing off of his body. He helped by pulling his arms out of the sleeves and cupped my face with his hands and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. He kicked off his shoes and hiked up the bottom of my shirt and his hot hands grasped my bare waist. I also took off my shoes without breaking the kiss and grappled at his belt and tugging it open.

He broke the kiss and led me to his bedroom where everything was neatly lined up on shelves but the bed was unmade. He pushed me onto his bed and I landed on my back. He jumped onto of me and leaned in to reconnect our lips.

I put my hand on his chest to make him halt, “I don’t normally do this with people,” I informed him.

He smiled, “I don’t either,” then crashed his lips to mine. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt again and this time he pushed it up my body, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull it over my head. His hands grabbed my breasts and I silently thanked myself for wearing my nice bra.

He popped open my jeans and slid them down off of my hips, enough to have easy access to the hem of my underwear. As his fingers played with the top of my underwear, I pulled open his jeans and slid them down his body with my feet. His hand dipped into my underwear and let his middle finger run over my wet fold.

I hummed in pleasure at the feeling of his long fingers on me. He brought his finger up from my opening to circle my clit. I jolted, feeling relief from the pent up desire and moaned into his mouth. My hand cupped the bulge in his underwear, rubbing it. He ground his hips into my hand and rubbed my clit harder.

Sweat gathered at my hairline and I panted, already feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. He pulled his hand away from my center and tugged his underwear off, letting his dick spring free. He pulled my underwear off too as well as his shirt and my bra. His mouth left open kisses all over my chest as he lined himself up with my entrance.

He easily slid himself into me and didn’t hesitate to start rocking his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into me. He thrusted roughly and quickly, desperate to reach his release. I clenched around him, increasing the pleasure for both of us as he pounded into my g spot. He had me whimpering and moaning his name, knowing exactly what to do to make me unravel under him. He grunted and looked into my eyes, his brow furrowing and his mouth hanging open.

We both reached our highs quickly, the desperation for each other made it easy for both of us to cum. With one last grunt, he rolled off of me and laid on his back on the bed next to me. I rolled onto my stomach and looked at his sweat drenched face. He lazily brushed his fingers through my hair and looked at me through half lidded eyes.

It was then that I remember that this was the boy from class who was so incredibly shy that he couldn’t even look at me. How was it possible that I was now lying naked in bed with him.

“I honestly had no idea that you were like this,” I admitted, “you’re usually so shy.”

He chuckled, “I’d like to blame the alcohol but the truth is… The desire, the attraction for you, is real. The alcohol just brought out the confidence for me to act on it.”

“I didn’t even realize we had the same attraction for each other,” I shook my head in disbelief.

He smirked mischiefly, “Does that mean we can do this again sometime?”

I laughed and nodded.

“Good, I’ve got a lot more I want to do with you,” he told me and pulled me close to his body, wrapping his strong arm around me.

I sat silent for a moment, savoring the feeling, “Hey, you know something that you could do with me?” I lifted my head to look at his face.

He looked at me curiously.

“Our project,” I said.

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his eyes scrunching closed, “Oh yeah, sorry about that.”

“It’s due in a week. I’m begging you to help me with it,” I jokingly begged.

He rubbed the back of my head with a smile, “should we work on it right now?” he suggested.

I contemplated his suggestion and shook my head, “Let’s just do this right now,” I rested my head on his chest and snuggled into him.

He hummed in agreement and pulled me close to him.

We ended up falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and come Monday, we finally made headway on our project.  

I changed it a bit and made it a College Au, I hope that’s okay?

I’d love feedback on this! Also, requests are open but you’ll have to forgive me for writing SUPER slow.

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