“My heart thump, not from being nervous. Sometimes, I’m thinking God made me special here on purpose. So all the while, ‘til I’m gone, make my words important so if I slip away, if I die today…”
Cruising down a seemingly endless country road, the familiar, soothing lyrics rolled effortlessly off the tongue of your boyfriend as he quietly sang along to his favorite artist. The setting sun emitted the most stunning golden glow, adding onto the warmth the faded pink color of his over-sized hoodie brought to his skin. Tousled hair paired with the hoodie and a pair of dark shorts came together to give off a comfy, laid back vibe.
Grayson was currently behind the wheel of the brand new, custom made Bronco his twin brother had surprised him with just hours before.
(A/N: shortish smut. Seriously, who doesn’t want to marry Wonho? Stop me from writing about him I just love him so much he makes me feel things)
Your friends spun you around and held your hands as you danced to the deafening techno music in the club. Full of alcohol, you were finding it increasingly hard to stay up, especially in your new high heels but you were having the best bachelorette party you could have ever hoped for, even though you did miss your fiance who had already had his bachelor party. With just a few days left until the wedding, you were glad to let go and dance with your friends, celebrating what they’d been calling ‘your last night as a free woman’ though of course, you didn’t see it like that. Wonho made you your best self; he made you feel alive. It was almost as if something was missing before you met him. Blue, green and pink lights beamed from the ceiling, moving at a pace that almost made you dizzy. With a ‘Bride to be’ sash on and a neon tutu around your waist, you felt like the centre of attention with everyone encouraging you to down your shots and wishing you well on your future marriage. Even on a night like this where you were supposed to be celebrating your independence, you wanted Wonho to be there with you; dancing in his strong arms sounded perfect. Giggling at your maid of honour who was trying to dance as sexy as she could, you could have sworn you saw one of Wonho’s groomsmen Minhyuk out of the corner of your eye and when you thought that was unlikely, you spotted the leader of Wonho’s group Shownu at the bar. In a haze of confusion, you could barely hear your bridesmaids yelling your name and trying to get your attention.
“(Y/N!) Look who’s here!”
Your bridesmaid called before reaching behind her and pushing your fiance in front of you. He grinned mischievously before cuddling you. Wonho smelled so good and he looked so damn fine in tight denim jeans that hugged his muscular thighs.
“Hoseok! What are you doing here?! You know it’s supposed to be girls only.”
You pretended to be stern with him when really you were over the moon that he had come to see you. With that jaw dropping, dazzling smile, he chuckled with a glimmer of lust in his eyes.
“I just couldn’t stay away jagi. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me? I missed you.”
You couldn’t fight your smile and the feeling of being home and safe when you were with him. Even in the crowded room full of intoxicated strangers, when you were with him, it felt like just the two of you in this crazy love bubble. All of a sudden, he pulled you close and crushed his lips upon yours, desperately needing you. Like it was an instinct, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper in to the kiss. You sensed his hunger, his wanting for you. It became obvious why he’d come and how much he really missed you. You weren’t there in his bed with him and that was something he didn’t like at all; he wasn’t complete without his partner in crime. Wonho grabbed your behind, squeezing it tightly as if no one was there when you heard:
“Oh my fucking god guys, get a room!”
He pulled away with a soft, warm laugh. Your foreheads rested against each other, the two of you gazing in to each others eyes, breathless.
“I missed you too.”
You uttered, just loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. Eagerly, your fiance took your hand and started leading you through the crowd of people.
“Where are we going?!”
You cried as loudly as you could.
“Somewhere! Anywhere! Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”
Within minutes you were in a toilet stall, sat on the seat with your legs around Wonho as he reached forward and kissed you passionately, reaching under your tutu and dragging your panties down your legs.
“Touch yourself jagiya. Let me see you play with yourself. We don’t have much time and I need you, right now.”
You were shy, even in front of your fiance, the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with, though the alcohol in your body helped you feel a little more confident. Wonho stood up and unzipped his jeans, his erection almost breaking the zipper as it bulged out. His deep eyes almost burned in to you, watching you rub your pulsing clit as he dropped his black boxer shorts down around his ankles. Wonho told you to rub yourself as he wanted you to be wet for him but you were already dripping just by seeing his thick, hard manhood in his hand. In the background, you heard the loud bass of the music thumping, hoping it would mask your whimpers. Making you giggle, Wonho lifted you up off the seat and took your place, hinting he wanted you to ride him. Your heart fluttered whilst your horniness was making you a crazy woman. Perhaps Wonho wanted to take advantage of he fact you got extremely aroused when you’d had a few drinks. You could barely believe you were going to fuck your husband to be in a club toilet cubicle but you were both painfully desperate to feel each other, to connect in the most intimate way. Easing yourself down on his hardness, the two of you struggled to keep your eyes open with the insane pleasure and relief. With his cock inside you, you felt full and stretched; you always forgot how big Wonho got when he was fully erect.
“Oh baby. You feel so amazing. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
He uttered, his hands resting on your hips, helping to lift you up and down on his long shaft. Your fiance looked so attractive as he closed his eyes and bit down on his plump lower lip, gently groaning at your tightness. Each time you lowered yourself down, you found a new wave of bliss; it was becoming hard to stay quiet. You just wanted to scream his name.
You whimpered, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Holy shit I can’t wait to marry you. I just want to call you my wife already. I just want you to be mine.”
Wonho grunted as his pupils dilated and his hands moved from your hips to your behind.
“I am yours Hoseok. I’m all yours.”
You moaned before feeling his lips return to yours, demanding your touch. Your mouths moved in sync; you were captured in his sensuous embrace. Moving your hips faster, you felt your orgasm build as your walls tightened and your clit rubbed lightly on Wonho’s neat pubic hair. The orgasm felt like a warm tingling sensation in your pussy and as soon as Wonho reached down and played with your excited clitoris, you felt yourself tipping over the edge.
“Baby I want to cum!”
You cried, too engulfed in pleasure to care if anyone could hear. Feeling Wonho’s cock twitch inside you, you could tell he was seconds away from finishing too.
“Yes! Cum on my cock baby. Show me you’re mine!”
Wonho growled before kissing and biting at your neck, inevitably giving you a hickey that you hoped would fade before the wedding but he knew you loved it when he nibbled on your neck. Wonho had to stifle your screaming with a harsh, scorching kiss as your orgasm rocked through your body and soon enough, you felt his warm liquid drip out of you. For moments you sat there, tangled in a warm cuddle as the two of you tried your best to get your breath back. With his arms wrapped around you so tightly, you didn’t want to move. You almost forgot it was supposed to be your bachelorette party. Deeply, you sighed.
“I suppose I should go back to the girls baby. This is supposed to be my last night as a single lady.”
You said, trying to move but Wonho wouldn’t let you go yet. He smirked boyishly; the smirk that made you fall so hard for him.
“Do you want me to go?”
He asked, his eyes turning puppy dog like. You giggled, shaking your head.
“Just, I want round two when we get home. But for now, we better go and dance…and pretend we didn’t just fuck in here.”
You responded. It was nearly painful to climb off Wonho, suddenly feeling empty and colder. You passed Wonho some tissues as you tried to clean up but you were pulled back down on top of him.
“Baby. I want everyone to know we just fucked in here.”
SONG of the DAY _ Love Spells ~ Bleached - from “Ride Your Heart” (2013)
I don’t wanna see you anymore You keep on knocking at my door I told you once Yeah, I told you before You’re a lost ‘cause Don’t work anymore I know I’ve seen you before Are you coming back for more? Will I see you tonight when I open up my heart?
I know I’ve seen you before Are you coming back for more? Will I see you tonight when I open up my heart? I gave you all I had I gave you all that could’ve been mine
Told you once Yeah, I told you before You’ll keep on running back, for sure You’re a lost cause Don’t work anymore
I know I’ve seen you before Are you coming back for more? I’ll see you tonight when I open up my heart I know I’ve seen you before Are you coming back for more? Will I see you tonight when I open up my heart?
I know I’ve seen you before Are you coming back for more? I’ll see you tonight when I open up my heart I know I’ve seen you before Are you coming back for more? Will I see you tonight when I open up my heart?
I know I’ve seen you before Are you coming back for more? Will I see you tonight when I open up my heart? I know I’ve seen you before I know I’ve seen you before I know I’ve seen you before
I know I’ve seen you before I know I’ve seen you before I know I’ve seen you before
Well I couldn’t use my reflex today because of the policies of the concert, but my other crappy camera helped me! This is my best shot! I love it! And I loved the show! This girls rock [Bleached]! FOREVER BLEACHED! loving them.
Okay stupid question: why do you ship Andras and Lucien? Was there subtext that I, the English major who loves queer theory missed in ACOTR? I mean I'd love to read more fics and your headcanons of this!
omg someone is asking about Landras I’m DELIGHTED. Okay so like when I say I ship it (and I do, dear god I do) it’s…Like I don’t think it’s going to be canon/was ever canon/was ever really hinted at being canon in any way. I just…Enjoy the idea of it? And it adds another layer of angst to ACOTAR and a bit of extra depth to Lucien’s character and his early interactions with Feyre if you read it that way? So I choose to.
That being said like…I didn’t pull it entirely from nowhere there are lines in ACOTAR that send the wheels a-turning. Which I will now take the time to point out. (Like I said I don’t consider any of this subtext or hinting or foreshadowing or evidence. I’m just like…okay but if you slap a landras lens over this it’s so much more fun to read so this is less…canon interpretation and more…okay but if you look at it like this it’s much more fun)
“Is Andras dead, then?” (Lucien has….a habit of using snark to cover up his feelings)
A nod from my captor—savior, whatever he was. “I’m sorry,” he said
quietly. “How?” the stranger demanded, his knuckles white as he gripped his
“An ash arrow,” said the other. His red-haired companion hissed.
“The Treaty’s summons led me to the mortal. I gave her safe haven.” “A girl—a mortal girl actually killed Andras.” Not a question so
much as a venom-coated string of words.
“You’re joking,” he said quietly. “That scrawny thing brought
down Andras with a single ash arrow?”
“Did you enjoy killing my friend, human?” the red-haired one
said. “Did you hesitate, or was the hatred in your heart riding you too hard to
consider sparing him? It must have been so satisfying for a small mortal thing
like you to take him down.”
She brought Andras down? We never should have
sent him out there—none of them should have been out there. It was a fool’s
mission.” His growl was more bitter than threatening. (Lucien feels guilty for sending Andras across the wall….which gets approximately 1000000x angstier if you consider them having been in a secret ‘in denial about feelings’ relationship beforehand)
“I’m sure her life will be a fine replacement for
Andras’s—maybe she can even train with the others on the border.”
A snarl of irritation resonated through the air.
“Please let me go. There must be—must be some other
loophole out of the Treaty’s rules—some other way to atone.”
“Atone?” Lucien said. “Have you even apologized yet?”
Apparently, all attempts to flatter me were dead and gone. So I
looked Lucien right in his remaining russet eye and said, “I’m sorry.”
Lucien leaned back in his chair. “How did you kill him? Was it a
bloody fight, or just cold-blooded murder?”
My spine stiffened. “I shot him with an ash arrow. And then anordinary
arrow through the eye. He didn’t put up a fight. After the first shot, he just
stared at me.”
“Yet you killed him anyway—though he made no move to attack you.
And then you skinned him,” Lucien hissed. ( :( )
Lucien clicked his tongue. “I’m Tamlin’s emissary for formal uses, but this was
Andras’s shift. So someone needed to fill in. It’s an honor to do it.” (he is literally doing his old rounds and calling it an honour I??)
I swallowed hard. Andras had a place here, and friends here—he hadn’t been just some
nameless, faceless faerie. No doubt he was more missed than I was. “I’m …
sorry,” I said—and meant it. “I didn’t know what—what he meant to you all.”
Lucien shrugged. (Lucien shrugging is like…Lucien speak for ‘I’m deeply hurt but have no idea how to properly verbalise my emotions so I’m just going to brush them off instead’ see also: the whipping)
“No, no. Andras was High Fae, too. Tam can shift us into
other shapes if need be. He saves it for his sentries only, though. When Andras
went across the wall, Tam changed him into a wolf so he wouldn’t be spotted as
a faerie. Though his size was probably indication enough.”
A shudder went down my spine, violent enough that I didn’t
acknowledge the red-hot glare Lucien lobbed my way.
Over the next three days, I found myself joining Lucien on
Andras’s old patrol while Tamlin hunted the grounds for the Bogge, unseen by
us. Despite being an occasional bastard, Lucien didn’t seem to mind my company,
and he did most of the talking, which was fine; it left me to brood over the
consequences of firing a single arrow. (aaaand he keeps doing Andras’s patrol. It’s fine. I’m fine.)
The wolf—Andras had just … stared at me before I killed him. Let me
kill him. (Not exactly Landras related but let’s just TAKE A MOMENT TO THINK ABOUT MY BRAVE WOLF BOY OKAY? And also Andras doing this so Lucien could be safe :) that’s fun too :) )
Literally none of this really implies anything more than a deep friendship between Lucien and Andras (which…makes me feel things in itself because fuck me Lucien needed someone on his side at the Spring Court, someone who might actually care about him) But it’s fun to imagine there was more between them. (And by ‘fun’ I mean deeply and utterly agonising, my soul is in pieces, please join me in the pit of despair. There’s plenty of room.
And if you want more headcanons that are purely headcanons and nothing to do with the text…let me know I have plenty.
She was so much more than just another person. She was selfish, undeniably, and manipulative, and she could even be cruel. But when she wanted to, she had this way of making you feel like you were the only thing in this world that mattered. And that feeling was worth the fighting and the pain and roller coaster ride she would take your heart on that never ended or slowed down. She was worth it. All of it.
On the car ride to your apartment, your heart was beating so fast and so hard that you swore that Harry could hear it. You thought you could. Your hands were placed folded on your lap, trying to keep your composure. You felt like you were back in high school on you first date, and you were waiting for your first kiss. Harry seemed unbothered driving. His eyes stayed on the road, but flicked back to look at you at red lights, and would give you a smile. After arriving to the apartment, Harry had gotten out first to open the door for you. Harry followed you into the apartment.
“Thank you for driving me home.” You say to Harry, as you unlock the door to the apartment.
“It was no problem. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” Harry says at the door, not entering.
“Thank you.” You thank him again. “Would you like to come in for a bit?” You ask, not wanting him to leave yet.
“Well-“ Harry is about to say, but you interrupt him saying, “I totally forgot, you have your own party to get back to you.”
“No, it’s fine. I have a friend staying with me for the week, so he is looking over the house for me.” He says, “If the offer is still open, I’d love to come in.”
“Of course the offer is still open.” You say walking in, as he follows.
“Would you like a drink?” You ask walking into the kitchen, as he relaxes on the sofa.
“Just water please.” Harry requests politely.
After you pour two glasses of water, you sit down next to Harry and pass him his water. Harry takes a sip, and then puts the glass on the coffee table in front of you both.
“How have you liked living here so far? I know it’s only been two days.” Harry asks.
“I love it here actually. I was so nervous moving here, but Noah’s been a great roommate, he’s friends are great.” You say, leaning into him playfully at the last thing you said.
“I’m glad you like it here. Well, we all love you being here.” He says leaning into you, like you did to him.
You both don’t say anything for a while, but it’s not awkward. It’s a comfortable silence. You didn’t notice, but Harry’s arm was on the back of the couch where you were. You slightly moved closer to Harry, wanting to be closer to him. Harry noticed this, and looked down at you, and you looked at him.
“You have such beautiful eyes.” He complimented, looking at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.
“Thank you.” You say, feeling heat come to your face, under his touch.
“Is it okay that I do this?” He asks, as his hand stays on your face, stroking your cheek.
“Yes.” You say honestly.
Harry then runs his thumb over your bottom lip. “I want to kiss you.” Harry states, looking up from your lips.
“I want you to kiss me.” You admit.
Harry smiles, and leans in presses him lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t hungry, or fast, it was simply just nice. The kissing has a hint of passion because of his hand on your face. As the kissing became more “hot”, Harry’s hand moved down to your hip, and you moved your hand up to his face, then to the back of his head to play with his short hair.
“Do you want to do this?” Harry asks, seeing how this could turn out tonight.
“Yes.” You say nodding your head. “I want this. I really want this.”
“Can we move this from the couch?” He asks, chuckling lightly.
“Yes.” You say laughing, getting up, grabbing his hand. “Yes, we need to move this.”
When you get into your room, you immediately straddle Harry as he sits on the edge of your bed. You two kiss again and discard each other’s clothing.
“Lay back, love.” Harry tells you, which you do.
“Open your legs.” Harry instructs again, which you did.
Harry then began to pleasure you. He focused on your clit first, with his two hand firmly on your hips. He kept a constant rhythm between flicking his tongue, to sucking on your clit. Harry took his time, not trying to rush you into an orgasm, but making sure you were feeling pleasure. Harry moves one hand to your chest, kneading on of your breasts and tweaking your nipple to give you nipple stimulation. Then with his other hand, he began to pump fingers into you, while he still focuses on your clit.
“Oh, Harry.” You moan out, feeling yourself getting close. You were getting close because Harry was eating you out like he really wanted to. He was eating you out not as foreplay, but as the “main event.”
“Just let go. Let go.” Harry encouraged you.
“Yes, yes.” You moan out, and your moans got louder as you came, and Harry continues to eat you out.
After you come down, Harry tells you that he wants to focus on you tonight when you were about to go down on him. He promises you, “Trust me, if you want to do it next time, then yes you of course can” And he winks at you.
Harry then rolls a condom on his hard on, and pumps himself a few times before he enters you. As he enters you, you both moan at in pleasure at the feeling of you feeling full, and him feeling you wrapped around him.
Harry thrusted into you in a steady beat, as you kissed his neck with your hands tangles in his hair.
“Yes, Harry, yes.” You moan out.
Harry began to thrust into you faster, and harder, as you were getting closer. You scratched down his back at the overwhelming pleasure.
Without warning, you came hard and fast, moaning out Harry’s name loudly.
Seeing you cum, causing Harry to cum, and groaning out as he thrusted into you sloppily.
As Harry lays next to you, he puts his arm around you, and you two fall asleep immediately. But, when you woke up, you had woken up alone. You were upset at first, thinking Harry just got up and left and didn’t even say anything, but when you walked out of your room, you saw Harry sitting on the stool in the kitchen talking to Noah. Immediately when you and Harry made eye contact, you started blushing remembering the events that happened the night before.
Noah looked back in forth between you and Harry as you two looked away from each other smiling and blushing.
Noah laughs shaking his head at you two and says, “Wow, I may be extremely hung over, but, you could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife.”