also the the textures came out way too strong on this one

Unconcealed: Part 2

Unconcealed: Part 2

Word count: 7.3k

Genre: smut, angst

There will be and epilogue to this. Hope you enjoy, it does get a little angsty. I almost cried while writing one part, haha. 

(Gif not mine)

Part one

You and Taehyung had been secretly seeing each other for three months now. He would sneak into your apartment some nights and stay over, sometimes you’d go to his house and sneak in. Although Taehyung didn’t like the fact that you two were sneaking around but he had such strong feelings for you he did whatever you wanted with no second thought. He knew it was to hide from your roommate but he also thought this had something to do with the fact that you hadn’t been in a relationship since Will. He didn’t want to bring it up. He knew he should but he was so head over heels for you he didn’t want to ruin anything.

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Listen. Jinhwan would want to taste you. “Come here. baby girl.” He’d call as he snapped his head from his thoughts and worked to act on them. He’d have you strip down and hover over his face as he laid on the bed. He’d eat you slowly. Only groaning or humming into you as the hands around your thighs and ass got tighter and tighter. Jinhwan would start to sit up higher and higher in attempts to get farther inside of you. By then you’d be shaking and screaming or whining for him to let you come. But Jinhwan is in the zone. He’ll sit so far up you start to loose balance and then he’ll flip you on the bed, his hand coming up your back to help you adjust a bit. The new position means him between your legs and your back against the bed. He would his circle your clit with his tongue and a loud humming noise and you would come around him so hard. Jinhwan would lick his lips and fall onto your fast moving chest to smile. “Damn baby.” He say and you’d smile at the irony before he came to kiss your smiling lips.


Yunheong would do anything to please you. He would eat you out in every room if you said you wanted him to. He might be a bit inexperienced but his shaky tongue would have you arching high and moaning loud in no time. Yunheong would roam his hands around your soft skin, really admiring your textures. Anywhere he could he reach too and he’d be open to suggestions. If you gave him a direction he would follow your word quickly. Yunheong would moan and suck harder at every sound you made for him, taking them as praise. He would hum into you often and when he needed air he would pull off and inhale right above your sex before going back in. You’d end up smiling as you hold his hair in your hand, your other arm propping you up and arching your back over the kitchen counter.


Jiwon’s down for this. So down. He’s good with any kind of sex ever so you wanting him to eat you out wouldn’t be something he hadn’t thought about himself. He would have you sit, either on a counter or desk; something high so when he goes onto his knees you’re right in front of his eyes and ready for the licking. Jiwons hands would be spreading your thighs wider or pulling them closer to his face. Jiwon would love the feeling of your thighs closing tight around his head and he’d hum to tell you. When he needed air he would groan as he backed up a bit. “Damn, girl.” He’d groan with his husky before returning. Or just a simple, “Fuck.” I’m about to fucking faint! I can see Jiwon getting carried away and you ending up with 2 or 3 orgasms before he realizes and comes up to wipe his face and kiss you back onto the surface. Oral for Jiwon would be foreplay, only! Meaning? Get ready for a fourth orgasm, girl.


Hanbin would be fine with the idea, but it would be his idea. You would be sitting or watching tv and he would come and spread your legs. Kissing your pants as you squirm a bit under him. If you tried to tell him you were busy or it wasn’t the right time he would whine against your sex and that alone would have you moaning softly. That little sound would be all he needed to continue. Hanbin would want eye contact with you as he worked you with his tongue. If you looked away he would slow down until you looked at him again and he would groan as you squrimed and whined at the felling of his tongue/lips. Hanbin wouldn’t be quiet. He’d want you to hear what he was doing to you and let the sounds he made affect you the way the sounds you make affect him. He would also push his lips against your folds and blow, making his lips vibrate and causing you to arch your back and scream for him.  Hanbin would want you to talk to him. Tell him how good he was making you feel, maybe even hear a “thank you” as you come onto his beautiful lips.


Donghyuk would jump at the opportunity to eat you out, but he would usually try to play it cool. He would go with whatever room he was in so you wouldn’t have to go far, but it’s for him because he’s impatient and wants to taste you as soon as possible. He would start by slowly undressing you. Donghyuk would want you either in sexy lingerie or absolutely nothing at all. Once you were down to only what he wanted he would start blowing on your heat before brushing you with his tongue. His hands would be massaging your knees and thighs as you lean over his body, your back on his stomach. Your head resting between his legs and your heat hovering over his face. You would shift and lay your head onto his thigh and he would bring his knees up so you could watch him work. You would have his other knee to hold onto as he progressed. Donghyuk would hum and groan into you as much as he could and the vibrations would cause you to cry out and when you did so he would smirk on your sex.


It would be Junhwes idea to eat you out. You would be laying on the floor or bed with your legs spread eagle. His legs would press around one of yours with his hand on your other thigh. Ready to push it open if you try to close them. His other hand would be playing with your breasts and if you got testy he would wrap his fingers around your neck. Get testy, baby. All while he sucked on your clit until your thigh was shaking against his strong hand and your toes were curling. Junhwe would groan into your folds at every movement you made and when you came he would release your neck and smirk at you as he sat up over your other leg and reached for his belt as you panted loudly on the bed. “My turn.” He’d say as he impatiently removed his clothing.


I feel like oral with Chanwoo would be a bit rare. It doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t be great at it, it just means that he’s probably being a bit lazy but still wants to hear you moan. He would lay on the bed between your legs and his hands would be up massaging your breasts. Chanwoo would lick up your folds and kiss your clit before going back down and twisting your nipples to hear you moan louder. You would shake around his tongue as you came and he would lick up all of your juices as you came down from your high. Even after you had came down and your body started to relax, he would continue causing little mewls and moans to push through your lips at him licking your over sensitive core.

anonymous asked:

Any headcanons about Reyes family or generally his past?

I was going to hold off on answering this for awhile, mainly so that I could get back to you at a time when I had more to share. But after starting a self-indulgent drawing of Reyes earlier… I ended up going full psych on him and digging deeper than ever before, adding to the few headcanons about his past that I already had. If that’s not a testament to how much I love his character… I don’t know what is! 

Before anything, there are two things I’ve noticed about Reyes. Number one, he’s a character within a character, which makes him more difficult to pin down. Second, despite the theatrics, I really think one of his biggest struggles is insecurity -over his identity and place in the world mainly. These two factors have lead me to these headcanons about pre-Andromeda Reyes!

I should note that these interpretations are only my own, and could be way off. Also, SPOILERS.

☆ I’d like to think he comes from a modest sized family, with both parents being around. I like the idea of him having siblings and the idea that he was the youngest of the bunch (as the last born tends to be more rebellious, charming and self-centered). I also think that his siblings were all successful, which led to him feel sub par. I can’t imagine he had very good relations with them, as he never mentions them. If he loved them deeply, surely it would have been harder to leave, regardless of personal motivations. 

☆ One of my favorite headcanons, is that Reyes overindulged in fiction as a teenager. Everything about him, from his one-liners to his duels, is like something from a movie. So maybe it is. Maybe he read and watched and escaped to be something bigger than what he was. He appears to have a rich imagination and is fascinated by characters and stories. I mean, he goes as far as to create one for himself (charlatan) -and maybe gets lost in the process. But I think that all that came from an early age.

☆ Now for insecurities! One of the first things that hit me when I saw Reyes, was the texture of his skin. Of course, he’s gorgeous… But his skin seems a little bumpy. I like to think that he may have struggled with acne at some point, only adding to him feeling bad about himself. I think he grew into his looks, but still holds on to the insecurities from his teen years, when he had considerably less success with the ladies and the gents. In game, he’s a massive flirt… But a lot of that could be overcompensating for how he sees himself. He wants validation, to be accepted, to be desired

☆ Back to the parents thing, Reyes doesn’t strike me as the type to jump into piloting. I think maybe his parents pushed him in that direction. I feel like, in the Milky Way at least, he lived through years of being told what to do, in school and at work. Eventually, he wanted to break free. He likes the idea of breaking rules, especially when it helps him out. And despite vying for some sort of structure and peace in Kadara, I think a part of him loves the unknown. 

☆ Lastly, I think Reyes had quite a few relationships and/or flings before coming to Andromeda (I also think it may have been to make up for lost time as a shy teen). Out of all of the romances in MEA, he’s the one who comes on the most strong. He makes the first move, twice, and isn’t afraid to put himself out there, which shows experience. I can’t see him having had anything too serious, though. Mainly because he’s so adamant about getting Ryder to like him for him, as a person, as Reyes… as if that’s something he’s never had before. 

Aaaand I’ll stop now before I get committed. 

EXO Reaction when they ask you to be their girlfriend

I was like 99.9% sure this was already done but I couldn’t find it xD Anyways, if it’s there… we are going to have two now xD It’s a little bit long tho. Xo,

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The Emancipation of Me(mi)

The month was April. The year was 2005. I—a scrawny, ill-proportioned boy of 16, with skin the color of Lily’s peanut butter—had set out in the mild morning heat for our quaint town mall.

I began my day knowing how it will be spent. It would start with a 14-minute journey to Robinson’s. I remember vividly how I left home to do just that, with the clanging of our iron gate as it closed behind me. I didn’t even try to hide the spring in my step.

You see, I had marked April 11th on my calendar like it was my birthday. And who could have blamed me? After months of revisiting various websites and countless hours of staying tuned to the radio (a thing that began and ended in this period in my life), it was finally here. For those who’ve had to wait for something with great anticipation, you know what it feels like when the wait is finally over.

The day of The Emancipation of Mimi’s release ultimately became a hot one, scorching even. Smack dab in the middle of summer, with the 9 AM sun hovering somewhere above me, I walked. I couldn’t look at the sun, of course; I only felt it. The sky was cloudless, blue as it could ever be. I felt a drop of sweat drawing a line behind my back and still another one rolling just below my left ear. I kept on, feeling my bag jostling next to my waist. In it was the money I had saved from skipping recesses and denying myself after-class trips to McDonald’s. 

When I reached Robinson’s, I sat on its front steps, in front of its still-closed doors. The security guard, fidgeting with his phone, was oblivious of me. I knew I was too early. I wanted to be the first one in the music store. I wanted to hear the whole 50 minutes and 10 seconds of it. I didn’t have to search for what the word emancipation meant; it was defined in Mariah’s website: To set free from care or restraints.

I had gained a bit of freedom myself at this juncture in my life, having hurdled high school in a fashion not a lot could emulate, having been able to secure a spot in the top university.

I was a generally a happy boy on the outside. A lot of things were working out for me. Inside, however, there was a growing tumult, a barrage of self-perpetuating questions regarding my identity.

High school graduation, entering college—these times told me I was growing up. And growing up made answering these questions more urgent. Who was I? What would I become? Where is my niche? Every day that came and went, with these questions unanswered, I got a little bit more lost. I remember looking at the mirror and not liking what I saw—the way my hands moved, how I could easily roll my eyes, or just the way I stood. I even hated that I loved Mariah so much, something I shared with one of my closest friends. Being bullied about this was another thing we shared. In hindsight, maybe it was because I didn’t want to be queer and yet everything I knew pointed to just that. (Why is it that a lot of us like Mariah?)

At 16—in a devoutly Catholic family, in a provincial town, inside a campus where everybody knows everyone, where your parents are both professors—growing up gay was an unnecessary scourge. Life is unfair, isn’t it? I had a support group, though, comprised of a few good friends, but most of them were to study in other universities in far places. I guess that added, too, to the dreading of the growing up part. In a lot of ways, college was the beginning and the end. And in this paradoxical time, little did I know, The Emancipation of Mimi would serve as its soundtrack.

My love affair with Mariah Carey began in our car, in a parking lot. I was with my father and he had just installed a CD player.  He had me listen to My All and pointed me to notice the texture of the singer’s voice, how she easily glided from a breathy, sultry coo to a strong chest voice. I listened. By the start of the new millennium, I was already purchasing copies of her albums and had memorized all of her runs and melismatic ways.

I had also learned about her story: How she was discriminated as a child, for being of mixed decent, for being somewhere in between. How their family car was burned and their dog poisoned because her interracial family lived in a white neighborhood. How this molded her and made her strive to be more. How she already knew at a tender age that she was going to sing for the rest of her life, how she wrote her feelings, made them into songs, which would later become no. 1 hits. I started to be a true fan, I think, at that point—the previous years, I was just mildly obsessed about her.

Her life became even more fascinating, particularly in the light of all her achievements in the music industry, not to mention the influence she’s had on so many artists. She vehemently denies it, but to a teenager, her life easily looks like a fairytale. That is, up until her famous breakdown in 2001, following her debut film Glitter tanked in the box office and its accompanying soundtrack’s sales failed to compare with her previous releases. (Interestingly, the album was released on 9/11. Yes, that 9/11.) She received bad publicity after bad publicity and people forgot that she had at least one no. 1 song for each year since her debut, nor that her collaboration with Boyz II Men, One Sweet Day, was and still is the longest-running no. 1 song in music history (16 weeks), and never mind that she had just received the Artist of the Decade award by Billboard. All these and more in less than a decade, but one failure was all it took to relegate her to pariah status.

Mariah sort of bounced back late 2002 with Charmbracelet–easily forgettable save for the lead single, Through the Rain, which became an anthem here in the Philippines. She became quiet afterwards. Rumors about Mimi went around in late 2004. Here, only a few people cautiously predicted it to be her comeback album. Most didn’t want to bet on her. She was easily a has-been in the early 2000s and understandably so. She had been counted out. I wasn’t one of them. In fact, I was betting on her, to prove her critics wrong. I saw myself in her, somehow. Growing up, I was bullied and teased a lot, for acting soft, for reading books too much, for liking to hang out with girls more often, for not being sporty, and for favoring Mariah Carey songs.

Mariah has claimed music saved her life. Whenever she’d feel low, she’d write lyrics or listen to the radio. I realized that I did the same, only I listened to her music. Songs like Hero, Through the Rain, My Saving Grace, and Can’t Take That Away (Mariah’s Theme) have helped me get through a lot of dejection. And my showing up there, half an hour before the mall opened was my thank you, my statement that I was rooting for her, like how she rooted for me.

That day, after getting my copy of The Emancipation of Mimi from the town mall, I immediately went home and locked myself in my room. I placed the CD gently in the player and carefully unraveled the album inlay, which to my surprise doubled as a poster. I looked at the large photo of a woman in gold, beaming with triumph, like a phoenix from the ashes. I took a deep breath and pressed Play.

I—a scrawny, ill-proportioned boy of 16, with skin the color of Lily’s peanut butter—had set out to find saving. Being in this world was harsh, I had learned early on. But within the confines of my room on that hot summer day, in spite of everything, life seemed fair. The month was April. The year was 2005.

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This Isn’t Love - Part 2

Words: 1,519

Pairing: Eventual Lucifer x Reader

Summary: Reader develops irrational feelings for the devil. But those feelings could never be reciprocated, could they?

Warnings: Reader is yelled at. Nightmare-ish dream. Mentions of loss of breath and feel suffocated. Angsty-ish.

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Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

This Isn’t Love - Part 2

“I told you she wasn’t ready for this!” Dean raged to Sam as the Impala raced down the all but abandoned highway. His jaw was set as his hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly the tops of his knuckles were white.

It was supposed to have been a simple salt and burn case, the Winchesters reluctantly agreeing to bring you along on your first real hunting trip. But none of you could have anticipated Lucifer showing up. Even less anticipated was your still unexplained reaction towards him. Your mind whirred as you tried to reason away your behaviour, hoping to find a logical conclusion, but you couldn’t. You barely even heard Dean’s anger over your own thoughts.

“Dean, you agreed to her going” Sam replied rationally, though it was obvious that he too was a little shaken by the encounter.

“Guys, I’m sitting right here and it was my choice to go” you grumbled from the backseat, staring at your hands in your lap as guilt welled up in you.

“Then maybe you could tell us what the hell you were thinking back there” Dean demanded, ignoring Sam’s comment as his anger was clearly too far gone to attempt to make peace right now.

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These are my personal headcannons for each flight’s scales! In my lore every dragon has small differences in their scales, like human fingerprints, so irregularities are common, but for the most part scales follow the models listed here. All scales of a flight are resistant to that element, since they have adapted to it (ex. fire dragon scales resistant to fire, ice resistant to ice, etc.)

Fire- fire scales are tough and surprisingly soft like leather, but harden at higher temperatures to be strong as diamond. This keeps scales from melting or getting stuck to things near the forges. They radiate heat all the time, even after falling or being torn off. For the most part, a fire dragons scales are the same shape ( a rounded semicircle) and size is mostly uniform. They’re the closest match to most traditional dragon scales in stories.

Shadow- for shadow dragons, scales are irregular and can range anywhere from as pointed as a wind dragon’s to nearly as blunt as an earth’s, and all on one dragon. They tend to be very small and tight-packed also. Their scales are lightly ridged towards the ground, which prevents an easy grip for most opponents. Their scales are slick as well, lending to the “slippery shadow dragon” stereotype.

Wind- a wind dragon’s scales are small, thin, and pointed, almost like little feathers. The scales are very light too, almost weightless on their own. This allows something a bit different from any other element; wind scales can lift slightly from the dragon’s body. Lifting scales can be a sign of aggression or threat, but it also helps slow the dragon in flight. When slicked down, the dragon can become faster than any breeze.

Water- on water dragons, scales tend to be large and regular like a fish’s. Their scales lie completely flat against the skin to allow for a more streamlined form. There’s no space between scales for any water, or anything else, to get through. They tend to have a shimmery quality, like the dragon just came out of the water, all the time no matter the dragon’s genes. The long plate-like scales can make water dragons great in defensive positions of battle.

Arcane- arcane dragons have some of the most unusual scales of any. They appear slick and membranous, but are surprisingly thick. As for shape, they tend to be long and tapered, and grow shorter near the head and claws. Their scales also have a slightly jelly-like property that makes lighter objects glance or bounce off the dragon instead of hitting directly. It isn’t uncommon for an arcane dragon to have a few off-color scales as well.

Ice- ice scales are thick and insulated, good for keeping the heat in the dragons body. The thickness leads them to be hard as well, nearly the consistency of the frozen rock of the ice fields. As they age the dragon’s scales will become brittle and fall off for stronger scales to grow as they mature. Their scales seem to carry the cold of their natural home with them too, making them popular in warmer weather as cooling systems for their clanmates.

Plague- the scales of plague dragons are usually more scarred than any other flight, from disease to battle wound to anything in between. Plague scales seem to repel any illness attained, so keeping healthy is not nearly as much of a problem for dragons of this flight. They are not as thick as Ice scales, but a close second, and are shaped raggedly. The jagged edges help protect the dragon from light injury and make even a simple tail slap dangerous to an enemy. Add that to the diseases possibly remaining on the scales, and an opponent is in for quite the fight with a plague dragon.

Light- light dragon scales are regarded as some of the best in terms of looks. They are bright and reflective like mirrors, but very thin, which makes light dragons better suited to long-distance combat in most cases. As the dragon grows it’s scales grow with it, unlike some other element’s scales that will molt with age. The scales are closest to human fingernails in shape, and are relatively small in comparison to the dragons size, but make up for it in numbers. A light dragon can blind an opponent with a pinprick of light off their scales with enough practice.

Nature- for nature dragons, the upkeep of scales is very important. Like cats, these dragons will spend hours grooming each other’s scales. Since nature scales are shaped much like leaves, with tiny scalloped edges, foliage is easily caught on them, so grooming is actually necessary. The ends of these scales lift from the dragons body for a blooming type of look. Scales are thick at the base and thin out towards the end to enhance this. They can also be edged with a bright color opposite the dragon’s primary in some cases, like poisonous plants.

Lightning- when it comes to lightning scales, they have some of the coolest to look at. They’re normally curved like flat claws, but can also be straight as an arrow. Some are even notably spiky at the ends. Made hardy and thick all the way through, they can resist many types of magic and weaker weapons. Running all the way through the scale are tiny currents of lightning for elemental attacks, which light up the dragon a second before they attack.

Earth- the bluntest scales of the bunch, an earth dragon has plate-like scales that are hard as rock, except around the joints and belly where they turn more leathery. The individual scales are round and big with a sandpaper texture and curved edges. These scales give great defensive capabilities but are prone to falling off rather easily, like pebbles shaken from a larger rock. They also can have immense blunt force when the dragon slams into an opponent, no matter how strong the attacking dragon really is.

Reasons Why I Love You // Park Jinyoung

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Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Summary; Jinyoung loses you in a crowd of people and finds you being picked on by a few nasty fans.

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precious and fragile things (rebelcaptain, 3)

Okay, so yeah, it’s now officially four parts, but I’m relieved to say that it will be finished in the next one. There was just a lot that needed to be done in this part and I wanted to end on a sweet note, which wouldn’t have been possible in this one as it didn’t fit. I almost ended it completely on a cliffhanger, but then thought better of it. Oh, did I mention that this chapter will be angsty as hell? Because that’s who I am.

Summary: After the unexpected deaths of their mutual best friends, Cassian and Jyn must work together despite their differences to help raise their friends’ two year-old son. Of course, what neither one of them anticipated was how their own relationship would change from a tense friendship to something much more. (A Modern AU based on the movie, “Life as We Know It”.)

precious and fragile things
part three

His next assignment came at the worst possible time. Poe’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks and Cassian knew right away that this one would take much longer than a few days. It was deep cover, not as bad as the one a  few years ago that had lasted months, but still not good. He’d be cutting it very close. The idea of possibly missing Poe’s third birthday tasted bitter on his tongue and turned his stomach sour.

Cassian had never once turned down an assignment – had never had a reason to before – and yet here he was, hesitating over the file.

Kay peered at him from his desk. “Are you feeling well, Cassian? You look like you’re five seconds away from throwing up the four cups of coffee you consumed for breakfast.”

Honestly, Cassian wasn’t sure that he wasn’t going to vomit. It didn’t matter if he came out of this assignment completely in tact; Jyn would murder him if he missed Poe’s birthday. Hell, he wasn’t certain that he might do something drastic himself if he did. Things were going so well right now. Poe was both tentatively excited about his birthday and upset as well because it would be his first birthday without Kes and Shara. There was no way that Cassian could miss it. Him not being there would break the kid’s heart and betray all of the trust that he’d worked on building between them.

And Jyn would never forgive him. Whatever warm, comfortable thing that was going on between them would be shattered and she would cut him out of her personal life quicker than anyone could imagine possible. Nothing sounded more excruciating than the cold shoulder she would give him. If there was one thing that Cassian knew about Jyn, it was that she held some serious grudges and it had taken him moving mountains to get through the first time.

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Sandor - You Don’t Scare Me

Imagine not being afraid of the Hound and touching his scar without being disgusted.

(This is my first Sandor writing! EVER! Besides the preferences so i hope it’s alright!)

(Word Count: 1, 438)

“It is nice to meet you Ser,” you whispered with a small curtsy the moment Prince Joffrey, your cousin on his Mother’s side, introduced him. Your Mother and Father and little sister had flinched away from the Hound the moment they saw his face, but you didn’t. You weren’t afraid of the cruel scars that marked his skin…and it had nothing to do with you being a Lannister. Although, if you had been afraid you would never show it.

You were a lion of Lannisport, the niece of Lord Tywin Lannister and cousin to the Queen of Westeros. Not that anything had ever really scared you anyhow. It was a “quality” about you that often made your Father and mother worry about you more than they should, a certain personality trait that had been making you reckless and “stupid” since the day you were born.

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Jikook -“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

Fight Fire with Fire

Jikook, 1k, CRACK

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A/N: Well guess who’s had this request since… May? June? Oops sorry (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but enjoy~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

“Will you stop blatantly staring?“ 

The hint of annoyance in Taehyung’s voice snaps Jungkook out from his thoughts. 

“What?” He turns to look at his friend, sitting on the stool next to him. As Taehyung’s eyes twinkle with the reflection of dim lights overhead, Jungkook tries to remember when this face became so good at convincing him to come out to places like this. Well, it’s not like he’d rather be studying back at the dorm, but being at a bar definitely wasn’t his thing either.

“Yah, I didn’t mean that you should stare at me instead.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Jungkook shrugs and takes another sip of his drink. He doesn’t know what it is but relishes in the burn as it goes down his throat. It leaves some sort of fruity aftertaste that doesn’t quite mask the bitterness.

Somehow, he finds his eyes drifting back to the girl a few seats over at the bar. We watches intently and notices how her long hair spills over one shoulder, curling at the ends in a neat spiral, and how the collar of her shirt sits just a little too low, revealing milky skin over collar bones. 

“You’re staring again.” Taehyung elbows him. 

But he doesn’t hear him at all. 

Because in that moment, just as he looks up from her, he meets the most beautiful eyes as they look up from her as well. They radiate a sort of warmth that the alcohol couldn’t create, immediately capturing Jungkook in their gravity. The boy’s face seems familiar, but he’s not sure where he’s seen it before. There’s a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips, and Jungkook decides that he’s definitely cute enough to be a Kpop star.

“Hmm? What’s wrong with that?” Jungkook mutters as he unintentionally tries to get a better look at the guy across the bar. The girl’s now in the way, blocking his view. 

Taehyung kicks his shin lightly. “She might notice.“ 

"Who—” Jungkook stops as he sees the girl looking straight back at him. 

What’s even worse is that she starts heading over in their direction. 

Jungkook immediately tenses up, looking over to his supposed best friend for help, for a distraction or some sort of way out, but Taehyung simply offers him a shrug and turns away to down another shot.

“Hey,” she whispers into his ear as she passes by, voice a soft sultry texture. “Call me sometime.” She presses a slip of paper into his hand subtly, skin brushing his lightly.

“Um,” Jungkook freezes, remembering Taehyung’s words to at least try to put on a smile or presentable face. His smile feels all wrong on his face, like a grimace, but he keeps it on anyway, before awkwardly backing away with a nose full of her strong perfume. “Okay." 

He shouldn’t have stared, shouldn’t have been so obvious. Now the girl thinks he was staring at her, and well, it’s not like he wasn’t, but he really should’ve taken Taehyung’s advice while he had the chance because he didn’t plan this far— 

"So you think you got her, eh?” The beautiful pair of eyes are on him again, and it nearly makes him jump in surprise. It’s the attractive stranger from across the room again. Standing right in front of him.

The guy’s voice makes his words sound like a statement and Jungkook doesn’t know how to react to it. It doesn’t help that he’s so, so close and if it weren’t for what he said, then Jungkook’s mind might’ve almost trailed to something else…

“I’m Jimin.” The attractive stranger flashes a smile and his eyes disappear like they’re smiling too. 

“Jungkook.” He tries to keep a cool tone to redeem himself. As if he could somehow pretend that nothing just happened. Key word: pretend.

“Are you a vampire? Because you looked kind of thirsty when you were staring at me,” the Jimin guy says, a smirk on his lips. He’s still quite a bit shorter than Jungkook despite standing up to his full height now.

The room around him seems to spin slightly, and his mind is just slightly clouded, but suddenly, Jungkook’s got a ton of insults lined up. “A bloodsucker? Really?” he scoffs. “You must be a booger, because I’d pick you.”

“Did you just call me a booger?” Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Well, you must be the cause of global warming, because of how hot you are.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, mouth moving faster than his brain could keep up with because he just thought of the funniest thing ever. “Dude, then you’d be a dirty old broom, ‘cause you swept me off my feet." 

"Then you’d be an accident, because I can’t stop staring.” Attractive-stranger-boy steps forward, face that much closer to Jungkook’s.

Jungkook doesn’t trust his voice but just like that, another insult jumps into his mind. “Then y-you’d be a thief, because you stole my heart.”

“Maybe I should take you out then, because you’re trash.” Jimin takes another step forward.

“Let’s go then,” Jungkook blurts. “Fight me, you attractive stranger.” It isn’t until the shorter boy’s eyes glint in amusement that he realizes what he just said. Oops.

“Sure,” the attractive stranger in question replies easily, “how about my place?" 

Jungkook’s cheeks heat until they’re burning, probably a furious blush visible if it wasn’t so dark. But before he could shrink back into the shadows and curse at Taehyung in his mind, the attractive stranger boy in front of him suddenly bursts into laughter. It’s a light musical laugh that drowns out all other sounds in the room and it makes Jungkook’s vision zero in on him. Attractive stranger indeed

"I’m just kidding, you know. She’s clearly not the one I came over here for in the first place." 

The next day, Jungkook’s the most embarrassed he’s been in his life, when he finds evidence of his "fight” with Jimin on Taehyung’s YouTube channel for the world to see. But on the other hand, he’s also glad that neither of them will probably ever have to worry about girls talking to them again.  

Leaving a Mark: Marks of Inheritance

So my original plan was to make one big Marks of Inheritance post in this Leaving a Mark series… but there were too many clusters of related individuals to address so I’m breaking them down by family/resemblance instead. And the only reason I’m starting with the Randalls instead of the Frasers or the MacKenzies is because they and their Marks of Inheritance are most prominent in the earlier books and there are fewer passages to wade through (and it’s gonna get long so some of it’s going under a cut).

The Randalls: BJR, Alex, Frank

“The first person I ran into was an English dragoon in full fig[…] I thought I was hallucinating at first, because the man looked so very like Frank; at first glance, I thought it was he.” I glanced at the table where a copy of one of Frank’s books lay, with its back-cover photograph of a dark and handsome lean-faced man.

“That’s quite a coincidence,” Roger said. His eyes were alert, fixed on mine.

“Well, it was and it wasn’t,” I told him, wrenching my eyes with an effort from the stack of books. “You know he was Frank’s ancestor. All the men in that family have a strong family resemblance––physically, at least,” I added, thinking of the rather striking nonphysical differences.

Dragonfly in Amber

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Pink Hoodie

[While I wait for suggestions, here’s a TaeJin. I’m not sorry. Except for any grammatical errors. Lol]


“It’s cold in here.” Your first thought of the day. You’re almost tempted to just stay in his bed all snuggled up in the covers.

Once you finally drag yourself out of bed, wash up, and get dressed, you decide to forego the usual white tee, jeans and converses. Today you decide to bum it a little and wear your boyfriend’s favorite pink hoodie, jeans, and slippers. There was something super comfy about not wearing anything except a bra underneath. So soft and warm on your skin. No bunched up shirts or conflicting textures.

Of course, there was also that part of you that thought it was sexy. The part that would think about the ease of access and how best to tease him when he came home. The part that, just thinking about it, made you wanna reach under the hoodie, glide your fingers up your stomach and play with your breast under your bra.

Your phone goes off. Since you’re at home still, you have the volume up. Blood, Sweat, and Tears is your tone.

“Hey, Love. Just wanted to let you know Taehyungi and I should be home around 6. The others are staying late tonight.”

“Okie, Jagi,” You liked using your cute voice with Jin because no one appreciates cuteness like him and it always made him smile. “I’ll be waiting. Tell Tae hi for me.”

“Hiiiiiiii Noonaaaa!!” You can hear Taehyung yelling in the background. You and Jin laugh.

“I love you, (y/n)-ah”

“I love you, too.” When he hangs up you look at your phone. It’s only three o'clock. You decide to make dinner for the three of you and take off Jin’s hoodie to keep it clean.

It’s five o'clock by the time you finish dinner and clean up the mess from cooking. You plop onto the couch in the living room, pull on his hoodie and smell it. It smells just like him. The smell of his skin and his cologne… Memories begin to flood your mind of his body, naked and hovering over you. Your hands running hungrily down it, gripping him close. Wandering lips, grazing teeth and breathless moans.

Your hand snakes its way down your jeans, into your panties and starts massaging your soaking wet pussy. Fingers rub circles around your swollen clit. You don’t care if you get caught. That’s the last thing on your mind right now. You bite your lip and let out a soft moan, quickening your pace and moaning louder until you finally reach your high. You look up to see Jin watching what your hand is doing, blushing intensely, biting his lip, and finally locking eyes with you. Taehyung just now enters the room. Trying to play it cool you pop up and run over to hug Jin.

“Hyung, what’s got you so bothered?
It’s just a hug,” Taehyung teased. You giggle and kiss him.

“I’ve made dinner. You guys should go get washed up and have some.”

“Yeah, you go ahead, Taehyungi. I’ll go after you.”

Taehyung goes to wash up from a long day of rehearsal and then it’s just you and Jin.

“What’s the matter, Jagi?” Feigning ignorance as to what might have him so worked up.

Trying to regain some composure, he just comes right out and says, “Nothing, really.”

Bull shit, you think to yourself.

“What were you thinking about when you were doing that?” He pulls you close to him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jagi.” You can’t help but smile at your blatant lie.

“You know…” He grabs your hand and slips your finger into his mouth. “That thing you were doing when I walked in.”

“Oh, this?” You take his hand and slip it into your jeans directly over your pussy and start slowly rubbing yourself with his hand. “I was thinking about your body. About when your on top of me, in me, pleasing me…” You smile and bite your lip while staring at him. He bites his lip and blushes hard.

“Yah! Not here!” He tries whispering to offer some kind of voice control, but inevitably fails. “Taehyungi will be out here soon.”

“Let him see,” you tease. Then you actually start thinking about it and stop. What if he didn’t just watch? You start getting wetter and Jin could feel it.

“What are you imagining, Love?”

In your cutest, most irresistible voice you answer, “Jagi, I want Tae to join us.”

“Mwo??” Apparently Taehyung was done with his shower, clad only in his favorite basketball shorts he liked to wear to bed. “What did you say, Noona?” He looked genuinely surprised.

Jin looks at you. “Is that really what you want, (y/n)-ah?”

“Chebal?” You look up at him with the widest eyes and the cutest face you can muster.

They look at each other for a while, then Jin turns back to you. “Okay, Love.”

“But don’t blame us if you can’t handle it.” Taehyung smiles at you mischievously.

Jin goes and takes a quick shower. While he’s gone, Taehyung walks up to you, puts one hand at the nape of your neck and the other on your waist and bites you. You squirm as you feel him kiss and bite your neck, but he’s so strong you can’t wriggle away. Not that you want to.

He licks up your neck and whispers in your ear, “Are you sure you can handle both of us?” He pulls back just enough to look at you, his face thoroughly riddled with devilish lust. Satisfied in seeing you bite your lip, he resumes biting your neck and reaches up under your hoodie, running his fingers lightly over your bare skin.

Jin walks out of the bathroom with just a light pink towel wrapped around his waist. Lowly around his waist. So low that you could tell it rested just above his member. No doubt in an attempt to draw in your attention and mess with you. You knew deep down he did actually have a problem with sharing. Especially when it came to sharing you. He might try to hide his jealousy tonight, but he wont likely let you forget who your man is. That sexy little stunt with the towel there? Yeah, he’s already started. Dinner was just going to have to wait.

The look in Jin’s eyes tonight was new for him. Usually you could tell he wanted you by the little things he would do, like blushing or biting his lip, but all in all he was still kind of shy and cute. Tonight there was an intense look of lust and the need to dominate your body. Probably the jealousy poking through. But God it’s hot.

Jin walks up to you, grabs your hand and pulls you close to him, wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. His skin and hair were still wet from the shower but he felt and smelled amazing. He lifts up the hoodie, runs his hands up your back and unsnaps your bra. Tae goes into their room and pulls out two mattresses and lays them next to each other on the living room floor. Meanwhile Jin walks over to the couch and pulls you onto his lap. He presses his warm, soft, pouty lips against yours passionately then kisses down your neck, stopping at you collarbone. You can’t resist touching him. His chest is smooth and warm under your hands.

Suddenly you feel a second pair of hands on you, slipping around your waist from behind. You feel Tae’s hands work up your torso and tug on your bra. You take this opportunity to slip it off your shoulders underneath your hoodie and pull it out through your sleeve. Neither Jin nor Tae waste any time. As if planned they both bite and kiss your neck and reach up your hoodie to grope your newly exposed chest. They each slip two fingers in your mouth to moisten and then start rubbing and lightly pinching and pulling on your nipples. You bite your lip as your chest rises and falls with your quickening breath. The guys become impatient with the amount of clothes you still have on.

“Tell me, Noona,” Tae whispers in your ear, his deep voice making you shiver, as he slowly pulls your hoodie off, “are you wet yet?” Tae’s hands make their way lightly back down after taking it off of you, barely grazing your skin. They skim down your arms and linger on your breasts before heading for your waist. “Are we making you ache?” His warm breath danced across your skin sending chills down your body. Fact is, you’re drenched by now. But you’re going to try to hold onto whatever will you think you have left.

"You guys are going to have to do better than that.” You start grinding against Jin, “How easy did you think it was gonna be?”

Jin wraps his arms around you, pulls you up over his shoulder and smacks your ass before he lays you on a mattress.

"Taehyungi, go get a couple of ties.”

He leaves to do just that while Jin straddles you and starts kissing up your stomach towards your chest. You start to quiver and your breathing hitches. He starts teasing you with his tongue, swirling circles in between your breasts and popping one at a time in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue around your hardened nipples and sucking on them. Small sighs and moans escape your lips when your teeth aren’t abusing your bottom one.

"Mm,” an evil little grin spreads across his face, “I love the way your body responds to me. It’s so sexy.”

You pull off Jin’s towel and start massaging him. He moans into your chest as he starts to grow and stiffen at your touch.

Tae returns with the ties and kneels next to you. Your free hand wanders over to his leg and slips up under his shorts and you start to massage him, also. His eyes roll back and close, enjoying your hand on him, and you can feel him becoming hard in your hand. Jin lifts your legs to a bent position and starts pulling off your jeans leaving a trail of soft and slow kisses where the fabric used to be. Your legs begin to tremble at the desire building up within you.

"Look, Taehyungi,” he traces the patch of wetness on your panties, “I think our Princess wants us to satisfy her.” He bites your thigh causing your breathing to hitch again. “You want us to please you,” he crawls up to your face, hovering near your lips, “to fuck you, don’t you, (y/n)-ah?” He grins n sits up, leaving your mind reeling and heart racing from this newfound intensity.

Tae reaches between your thighs and hooks two fingers around the crotch of your lace panties. He then slips them between your lips and into your pussy to feel how wet you are for them. You close your eyes and let out a soft moan and immediately you can feel his eyes on your face.

"Mm,” he licks the fingers he just had inside you and smiles, “you taste so good, Noona.”

Jin crawls up between your thighs. “Or perhaps,” he lays between your legs so close to your swollen, throbbing core you can feel his breath on your skin, “my (y/n)-ah is being greedy and wants more?” Your brain is complete mush and your body has zero will of its own by this point. All you can do is groan and bite your lip in response.

"That’s a bad Princess. You shouldn’t be so greedy,” he smirks n bites your thigh, “we’re going to have to punish you now.” He pulls down your panties while Tae moves next to your head and blindfolds you and bites n sucks on your neck. Jin slips his tongue between your lips and slowly licks up toward your clit.

Your hands slide down to your legs and claw gently at them. Tae biting and sucking on your neck,… Jin between your thighs, licking you, tasting you,… It felt so good and it was so exciting you start moaning and breathing shakily.

"Princess, you won’t last very long if just this is making you moan already,” Jin licks his lips and smiles up at you.

He starts swirling circles around your clit then flicking it with his tongue while Tae hovers over you to suck and nibble on your chest, paying special attention to your nipples, ribs and collarbone. You moan a bit louder and reach up to feel Tae’s body. His muscles are firm but his skin is still soft and you find yourself running one of your hands all over from his face down to his chest and abs and finally landing on his dick again. It’s much closer to your face this time so you grab it and pull him even closer and slip him into your mouth and start sucking him.

He gasps and braces himself over you. Jin starts licking more vigorously and sucking on your clit, occasionally slipping his tongue inside you. This makes you arch your back and moan onto Tae’s dick making him moan as well. He pulls off the blindfold so he can lock eyes with you while he’s in your mouth.

You slide your other hand down to Jin and run your fingers through his hair, gripping it gently, moaning and squirming from the pleasure. He grabs your thighs and pins you in place. No reprieve from his tongue was to be had.

Your moans cause the guys to become flustered. Tae pulls out before you could drain him and he leans down and heatedly kisses you. Biting your lip, sloppily kissing, licking your lips to gain access and ultimately letting his tongue dance with yours.

They’re too hot and hungry for you and seem to know every inch of your body and its turn ons. You can’t take it anymore and your hands start grabbing and pulling at everything within reach. Jin’s hair, Tae’s body, the mattress… You let Jin know with a scream that you’re only seconds away and, cruelly enough, he stops only to slip his tongue inside your tight pussy, tasting you one more time.

He crawls up your body and French kisses you so you can taste yourself then bites your neck. Tae leans in and sucks on your nipple while reaching between your thighs and slipping a long, slender finger in and out of you. He adds another after a couple of minutes, and then a third. Ordinarily, this would’ve stretched you a bit, but you’re so turned on there’s no resistance. After a while of them teasing you, Jin blindfolds you and pins your wrists and you can feel Tae slide himself between your thighs. He hikes up your legs around his waist and grinds into your pelvis, his clothed hardness rubbing against you. You bite your lip.

"Take it off, Tae…,” you beg him.

"Is that any way to ask?” You can’t see, but you just know he’s got a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He stops grinding on you n starts rubbing your clit with one hand while Jin plays with your nipples.

"Tae…, Please take them off for me,” you manage between the moans and the squirming. “Noona needs to be fucked.”

"I don’t know, Princess,” Jin says, on your neck, “that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking like that.” Tae rubs your clit faster n runs his other hand softly down your thigh, tickling your skin. You moan louder and buck against him. He stops all together and puts on a condom. He doesn’t touch you again until Jin lets him.

"Jagi, pleeeease…”

He must’ve told Tae to go ahead because the next thing you know you feel his naked skin against yours and, at first, he slowly thrusts himself in your soaking wet core then powerfully slams into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his large, throbbing dick. You gasp and ball your hands up into fists. The feeling of your tight, dripping wet pussy surrounding his dick made him gasp and let out a deep, throaty moan.

Jin gets turned on by the sounds you both are making and the sight of Taehyung fucking you and starts making out with you… Swallowing your every moan and running his hands all over your body. Beads of sweat start to form on your forehead. Your wrists are still pinned but by Taehyung’s hands now. His thrusts keep switching from slow and sensual to hard and powerful leaving you both a gasping and moaning mess.

Suddenly he stops and gets off of you. You get frustrated at first, not knowing what’s going on. They both stand and help you up. Taehyung bends you over and pulls you by your hips and slams you back onto his dick, making him growl and you gasp.

Jin comes up next to you and pulls the blindfold off just to tie it around your wrists. He stands in front of you and strokes himself a couple of times before steadying himself with your shoulder and slipping his throbbing member into your mouth. Taehyung’s thrusting slows as you start sucking Jin.

"Y/n, …rub yourself for me,” you obediently reach down and do as Jin told you to.

Taehyung can feel you tighten around him as your pleasure intensifies causing him to bite his lip n let out a low moan. Jin slides his hands down and plays with your breasts that are bouncing around freely in time with Taehyung’s thrusting. He loves the feeling of your soft skin, the warm wetness of your mouth on him, the sound and feel of your moans, ever increasing in volume, sending vibrations up his dick. His breathing hitches and high pitched moans escape his lips.

There’s a tightening within your body as Tae’s found your spot and your moans become so much louder that you drown out Jin and Taehyung. You pull Jin out of your mouth and claw at his stomach.

"Faster, Tae,” you beg breathlessly, “please fuck me faster and harder, Tae.”

He licks his lips n bites the bottom one. “I guess I’ll give it to you,” he moans loudly, “but only ‘cause you feel so good,” and he does.

Seeing you so worked up is just so frikkin hot to Jin that he masturbates to seeing Taehyung fuck your brains out. Seeing every bead of sweat roll off your body, seeing your breasts bounce all over the place, seeing every lip-bite and expression of ecstasy that washes over your face and your desperation to get your release, he can barely contain himself.

You manage to get your hands free and you go back to rubbing your clit vigorously and you scream the closer you get to cumming. Taehyung goes as fast and hard as he can and suddenly your body erupts with heat and spasms of pleasure causing you to scream one loud, final time. He goes crazy feeling you tighten so much around him that he, too, climaxes. He keeps slowly thrusting afterward to ride it out with you and enjoy the feeling of you surrounding his over-sensitized dick.

You stand up slowly and turn to face him, biting his neck and kissing him breathlessly. He lays down on a mattress to rest n you crawl over to Jin.

He lays down next to you and you kneel between his legs, gently placing kisses about his thighs.

You do your best to please your man, especially since he agreed to share you with Taehyung tonight. He grips your hair as you suck as much as you comfortably can of him slowly, letting him enjoy your mouth and working the rest of him with your hand. A slow flick of your tongue against his slit allows you to taste his precum. The poor thing. He tries to watch you, he always loved to, but he couldn’t keep from closing his eyes and letting the pleasure wash over him.

You tease his head, swirling your tongue all around on it and sucking hard. His breathing quickens and he bites his lip, slightly smiling. Some of the time you let as much of him in as you can handle without choking, switching from sucking fast to slow. You slide him out of your mouth and kiss up his thighs. At first, he looks upset that you’ve stopped but he just watches you. Higher and higher you go until you get up to him, where you then lick and suck on his balls. Shallow breaths and quiet moans make their way to your ears. Painfully slowly you lick up his shaft and precede to suck his dick with all possible conviction. You put in all your effort to giving him what he needs the best you know how, speeding up your sucking, continuing your tongue tricks. His moans get louder, his breath quicker.

"Y/n-ah!” You look up to see him writhing, eyes closed, lip swollen from continuous biting. He is definitely close. Ordinarily you don’t do this but given the circumstances you change your mind for tonight. You let him finish in your mouth with a loud, high pitched moan, n swallow his hot release. His body is shaking after, but he sits up n kisses you.

The delicious mixture of sweat, primal desire, and dominance that filled the air was only made better by the sound of bodies colliding and the harmony of moans and sighs that came from everyone tonight. You look over to see Tae sleeping solid.

"I’m going to get a shower,” you whisper to Jin. You cover Tae with a blanket before going.

"Okay, Love.”

He waits until you’ve been in there a few minutes and goes in after you. Steam and the smell of strawberry shampoo fill the air. He enters the shower and promptly finds your lips with his own. His hands glide all over your wet skin stopping only to play with your breasts. A lot. Definitely a boob guy. He makes his way down your stomach around your waist. He runs his hands down your ass n lifts you up onto him. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders. Jin slams you against the wall and bites your neck.

"You didn’t think I was going to let Taehyungi be the only one to take you, did you?”

"Were you jealous, Jagi? Seeing him fuck me like that? Hearing how good he made me feel,” you tease as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Would it make you happy if I said yes?” He pauses. “It did. I don’t want anyone else touching you, or you touching them. Let alone doing that …but I wanted you to be happy. Plus I enjoyed being able to see you experience pleasure from a different angle. You’re so sexy, Jagiya…” He kisses up your neck hungrily, then bites your lip softly. “I want you so bad, y/n.” He leans in to bite and suck on your neck.

"Then take me, Jagi. Be the one that touches me, that pleases me,” you drag your nails down his back. “Please me like only my man can.” Jin loves it when you talk to him like that.

His lips press against yours in a heated kiss, then travel down to your chest. He lightly runs his fingers from your knees up to your thighs where he grips hard, pulling you against him tightly. He starts grinding against you and only stops once he becomes hard against you, kissing you and sucking on your neck the whole time.

Jin’s hand slides down your inner thigh and starts rubbing your clit causing you to let out a soft moan and grind your hips against him, trying to get as much friction as you can. He stops rubbing you and slips two fingers inside you, feeling how wet you are for him. Jin adjusts himself at your entrance and slides in. You dig your nails into him and he waits, giving you time to adjust to his size. No matter what, he doesn’t like seeing you in pain.

Once Jin sees you’re comfortable, he starts slowly thrusting in and out of your warm, wet core. He grabs your ass n licks up your neck, speeding up his thrusting little by little. You take in your surroundings. The water from the shower hitting Jin’s skin. His hand moving from your ass to the wall, bracing himself as he fucks you harder and faster. His face showing you how good he’s feeling… his lips parted, pants and moans escaping them, his bottom one red and swollen from being bitten, eyes shut and focused, face flushed from the heat of the shower and his blood rushing. You lick his neck and tighten yourself around his dick, sending a shock through his system, his breathing hitches and he thrusts deeper, summoning a loud moan from your lips.

He quickly looks up at you, kisses you and continues thrusting deeper. It’s now your turn to be watched. He bites your lip kisses your neck, your shoulder and finally your bouncing chest. He bends down and sucks on your nipple, teething gently and swirling his tongue around it. You both let out a series of moans, increasing in volume and pitch the faster and harder he goes, until you both reach your climax. Jin holds you up against the wall a bit longer n you give him a huge hickey on his neck. You can feel his muscles shaking all over.

The two of you finish up your shower and walk out of the bathroom, naked, only to be greeted by the stares of some very amused and flustered hyungs seated in the living room…

Top Ten Films of 2014

Last year, I made my first video top ten (which you can see here), and while that was fun, as it so happens I’m a bit too busy right now to go through all the trouble of making a video at the moment. So here we are, back to the old way of doing things.

On an interesting side note, I found an unintentional theme in my list this year. Many of my films are in some way about the creation of art, as well as the price paid to be a great artist. Also, many of these movies could be seen as “coming-of-age” films. Once again I find myself astonished at how many great films came out in a single year (and I haven even seen all of them yet). So as usual, you can find my long list of “honorable mentions” at the end. 

Like always, this is just my personal top ten films of the year. Even if we share the same tastes, I guarantee you that my list would be different than yours. It’s just too subjective.

So starting at number ten and counting down… here we go!

10. Mr. Turner

As far as pure craftsmanship goes, “Mr. Turner” is perhaps the most well made film of the year. Mick Leigh is a master, and every shot is purposeful and completely stunning. The film itself looks like an old beautiful painting. Timothy Spall sinks deep into his role as J.M.W. Turner, and it’s probably his best performance to date. The deliberate pacing and lack of traditional structure might turn away some viewers, but “Mr. Turner” is nevertheless a great work of art, and a portrait of a fascinating man.

9. Frank

I knew very little about this film before seeing it, and I think that’s a good thing. From the opening scene, I instantly fell in love with this darkly funny film. At it’s core, there’s some rather deep subject mater, and yet “Frank” cleverly offsets this with some truly hilarious moments that keep the film entertaining throughout. Domhnall Gleeson is outstanding here, but of course, the real star of the show is Michael Fassbender, who gives an incredibly expressive performance despite the fact that we can’t see his face. I enjoyed nearly every moment of this picture, and it’s definitely one that you need to see.

8. Ida

Some films just belong in the Critrion Collection. Ida is one such film. It’s haunting and artful and features the best black and white photography I’ve seen in years. The sharpness and contrast of every shot is remarkable. The narrative is beautifully simplistic. In fact, the minimalistic nature of the film as a whole is part of what makes it so special. “Ida” is sparse, gorgeous, and masterful. Certainly one of the best foreign films of the year.

7. Only Lovers Left Alive

Vampires are cool, but Tom Hiddleston and Tida Swinton bring it to a whole new level. These old lovers have seen it all, and while they still appreciate art, science, and philosophy, they’ve grown tired and indifferent while mankind continues to make the same mistakes.  Jim Jarmusch’s film is a special kind of vampire story, because it may be the first one to really capture just how lonely, dangerous, and exhausting being immortal really is (or would be).  "Only Lovers Left Alive" has a deliberate pacing that glides slowly along with it’s characters. Along the way, we learn how they live and what they’ve grown to appreciate, and it’s all quiet fascinating. It’s my opinion that “Only Lovers Left Alive” ranks as one of the very best vampire films ever made. 

6. The Grand Budapest Hotel

A Wes Anderson film can always put a smile on my face. His last few films have been some of his best, and “The Grand Budapest Hotel” is certainly no exception. This film is so beautifully stylized, and so hilariously funny, I find it hard to believe that there’s anyone who wouldn’t enjoy this film. The cast is fantastically entertaining (especially Ralph Fiennes), the colors are vibrant, the humor is clever, and the filmmaking is flawless.  When I saw “Moonrise Kingdom”, I said it might be Wes Anderson’s best film yet…. when I saw “The Grand Budapest Hotel”, I said the same thing.

5. The Duke of Burgundy

Captivating and visually arresting, Peter Strickland’s “The Duke of Burgundy” is one of the most compelling films I saw all year. It’s beautifully shot, colored, and textured with elegant pacing and precise direction - I really can’t say enough positive things about this film. It’s surreal and challenging while retaining a soft and gentle nuance of love and tenderness. “The Duke of Burgundy” certainly won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I found it extraordinary and deeply inspiring.

4. Boyhood

I know many cinephiles will probably place “Boyhood” as their number one film of the year, and I wouldn’t fault them for that. Richard Linklater’s “Boyhood” is one of the most innovative and uniquely profound films ever made. Shot over the course of 12 years, we literally watch Mason grow up before our eyes. It’s a remarkable experience unparalleled by any comparisons I could make. We owe it to Linklater for having the guts to push our medium forward in such a beautiful way. This will probably win Best Picture at the Oscars, and it’s easy to see why. 

3. Birdman: (or The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Simply one of my favorite cinematic experiences in a very long time. In the first scene, I made a mental note that we were in a long take, but to my wonder and astonishment, that long take never ended. There are, of course, cuts and interludes (this isn’t a “Russain Ark” situation) but the effect is very much that Alejandro Iñárritu’s film is one singular shot. It’s remarkable, but could be called nothing more than an impressive gimmick if the film itself wasn’t so strong. 

This is the best cast ensemble of the year, and the cinematography is gorgeous (made more impressive again by the long takes). But “Birdman” also has some interesting things to say about the creation of art, as well as the criticism that always accompanies it. It’s an intriguing film, and one with something to say. I loved every minute of it.

2. Vi är Bäst! 

Every year, there are films that just seem to come out of nowhere and surprise me. Before it was released, I knew nothing of “We Are the Best”, nor was I familiar with Lukas Moodysson’s previous work. However, this film was perhaps the most enjoyable film I saw all year.

If you know nothing of this film, it’s the director’s adaptation of his wife’s graphic novel “Never Goodnight” (by Coco Moodysson). It centers around three young teenage girls living in 1980s Stockholm who start a punk band - despite two of them not knowing how to play an instrument. While the band plays an important role in the film, some of the most interesting scenes are when the girls are simply hanging out. The performances from these three young ladies are perhaps the most natural I’ve ever witnessed from anyone their age. At times, it seems that they’re not even acting at all, as if the cameras just happened to be there to catch these authentic moments. These girls are so funny, enduring, and most importantly, real. This film understands what it really means to be a hardcore punk. And that is a rare thing. I really can’t say enough good things about “We are the Best”. You just need to see it.

And my number one film of the year is…

1. Whiplash

This is not the most ambitious film of 2014. It’s not a space epic. It wasn’t shot over twelve years. It doesn’t give the illusion of being one continuous shot. It’s not even by a famous director. Yet, “Whiplash” was the single most thrilling  piece of cinematic art I saw all year.  

“Whiplash” tells the story of a young ambitious drummer who dreams of being one of the great jazz musicians of our time. He soon finds himself under the mentorship of a cutthroat teacher who is willing to do whatever it takes to push his students to the limit. The film shows painful abuse and heartache, but then just when you think the film will find contentment in an obvious solution, it aggressively charges forward into the single most intense, passionate, raw, violent, and beautiful final scene of the year. A scene that made my heart race until it finally cut to black, and the credits rolled. Then, and only then, did I finally catch my breath. This film bleeds with a passion that’s visible in every aspect, from its photography, to its editing, to the stellar performances. Enough can’t be said about Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons. They both give 100% to their roles, and it’s both beautiful and heartbreaking to watch.

I found “Whiplash” to be painfully relatable at times… and I’m sure that contributed to my fondness for the film itself. Nevertheless, I think everyone should see this amazing work of art. Damien Chazelle has crafted a challanging look at what it truly means to be a young artist with high ambitions. The road to greatness is filled with suffering, pain, loss, frustration, blood, sweat, and tears… and it seems the filmmakers here understand the price that is paid. 

So there you have it - My top ten films of 2014. Please let me know what your favorite films were! Now, some of you may have noticed that a certain favorite director of mine not on this list…. so please see my honorable mentions below.

Honorable Mentions 


Inherent Vice - I know! I know! I can’t believe it either. P.T. Anderson is my favorite director, and I do love this film…. it just didn’t move me like his other work as done in the past. “Inherent Vice” is great. I just like 10 other films more.

Gone Girl - Yet another one of my favorite directors. David Fincher is to the point where he really doesn’t make bad films anymore. The craftsmanship is just too good.

Calvary - This is a touching and somewhat heartbreaking portrait of a priest genuinely trying to live a good life. A thankless job to be sure. It’s bleak but Brandon Glesson gives a wonderfully tender performance.  

The Babadook - Rich with metaphor, this is easily one of the best horror films in years. Love it so much, and you really need to see it.

Under the Skin - Who could forget this surreal work of art from Jonathan Glazer? Scarlett Johansson does wonderful work here.

Jeune & Jolie - “Young & Beautiful” was an underrated French film from François Ozon. I really loved it a lot, though I might be in the minority.

Snowpiercer - Joon-ho Bong is a crazy good director, and “Snowpiercer” is a thrilling sci-fi action movie far more worthy of your time than most summer blockbusters. 

Top Five - Chris Rock made an excellent film with a deep Woody Allen influence. I really hope he will continue this style into future projects. 

Foxcatcher - A remarkable film. Bennett Miller is on a roll. There’s really nothing to complain about with this film. See it.

The One I Love - A fantastic little gem from Charlie McDowell. Mark Duplass and Elisabeth Moss are great.

The Imitation Game - A very sharp screenplay, and a brilliant performance from Benedict Cumberbatch.

A Most Wanted Man - The last leading performance from my favorite actor. 

Guardians of the Galaxy - Finally, Marvel made their finest MCU film yet. It’s fun and fast and a really great watch. 

Unfortunately I did not get the chance to see “A Most Violent Year”, “Winter Sleep”, “Goodbye to Language 3D”, “Leviathan” and serval other foreign films. I’m sure they all could have made my list if I had seen them. 

Guardians Angel

Raphael X Aria

SUMMARY: Aria had been knocked out. Not only has she been rescued but also taken under the city to heal resulting in a unlikely friendship.




Aria felt her cheek swell and tingle. She got hit hard. She had very faint memories…metallic eyes, large arms and….THE BUS!

SHE GOT ATTACKED COMING OFF THE BUS! But how did she get here and where exactly was here? She felt confused and irritated. How could she let this happen? She was taught better than this.

She slowly sat up, looking around. Where was she?

She was on a very large bed…maybe 2 Queens put together, with a rather odd imprint on it. She looked around the room, it was dark but she could hear the city noises above her…luckily. The room had a stale, rainy smell to it. She can barely make out shapes but she did recognize weights layered on the floors and thanks to the gleam of the streetlights above she saw a very used punching bag across the way, with tape covering most of it.

“I got ya..” That memory punched her in the side of her head from a few hours earlier, competing with the current pain. She was curious on who was behind the thick New York accent but she remembered feeling out of danger…she believed him then passed out. Her head shot with pain. She let out a small moan, cradling her head.

“Easy there,” she heard the voice again but this time he wasn’t from her came from the shadows. She gulped trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness.

“Are you in pain?“ The voice growled out. “Yes,” she faintly whispered. “My head…” was all she could get out.

She watched as the figure appeared from where he hid. He walked a few feet towards her then stopped abruptly before the streetlights could hit him but she saw a few things. Green skin it looked like and some tints of red and maybe black armor? She couldn’t be sure.

“Did you save me?” She blurted out when she got a surge of curiosity.

“Yes,” the voice trailed on a little hesitant. He seemed more afraid of her then she did of him.

“Where am I?” She squeaked out. His face seemed to tilt down. He didn’t answer. Maybe if she seemed more confident he would too.

“My name is Aria..what’s yours?”


“Thank you Raphael for saving me..I don’t remember much…I remember coming off the bus then being grabbed…I-”

“Do you remember what I look like?” Raphael interrupted, a little uneasy.

“No…not exactly. I remember being held tightly and seeing your eyes and..hearing your voice.” Raphael’s face shot up only being slightly hit by the streetlights. She recognized the goldish gleam and his look- so powerful, filled with concern and anxiousness.

“I am happy you are ok, I can have my brother take a look at ya..I’ll bring ya home if ya want me to but…” His voice fell back. “ We are..I’m not exactly what you think I am.”

“Well…you aren’t human.” His eyes snapped towards her. “Your silhouette is too large. I am not exactly sure what you are. I can’t really see you.”

He corrected his posture to make him look even bigger. She felt slightly intimidated but not afraid. Was he testing her reaction?

“I’m not afraid of you, you saved me…you are my guardian.”

“I’m no guardian,” he growled.

“To me you are, please let me see you.“

He took a big breath and she watched his body tense as he took a step into the light. She studied his foot as it trailed up his colossal leg to a muscular torso with black straps held tightly to his body. He was rough looking, resembling a turtle. He had a red bandana covering half his face with only his eyes showing. She felt a sharp pain hit her side trying to process him but she knew if she reacted to it….he would be reluctant. She swallowed the pain.

“Are you afraid yet?“ Hhis voice deepened, noticeably staring right through her.

“No.” She stood up meeting his stance, almost challenging him. She was trying to feed off his energy. She stepped a little closer to him. “Should I be?” She heard him swallow, causing her to slightly grin. That softened his face a little. She studied his chest and his arms. He definitely was a turtle. She hesitantly touched his chest, trying to memorize every texture she encountered on him. He did a sharp inhale as she gently touched up to his neck and down his shoulders, biceps and hands.

“You’re incredible,” she whispered. Raphael looked at her shocked . Her eyes were so tranquil as she peered into his. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was real.

Aria felt her legs give out as she landed on his chest. He scooped her up as fast as she fell.

“I’m sorry..” Aria whispered. “That took a lot out of me.” She rested her head on his shoulder. He sat down with her in his lap, cradling her firmly. She felt safe again, beginning to doze. “No! Don’t close your eyes on me, Aria!” She could feel him tremble. “Donnie! Help!” She heard the door smash open, followed by heavy foot steps.

“ I told you to get me If she woke up, Raph!” She heard an unfamiliar voice say coming close.

“I know but…”

“Raph….” Aria whispered under her breath.

Then everything fell silent.



Aria woke up to daylight peaking in gently hitting her face. She felt a lot better then she did the last time she woke up besides waking up on a rather solid surface. Her head wasn’t pulsating and felt stronger. She began to sit up, studying her appearance. Her brand new tights were ripped on the knees and her skirt was all tattered. She could only imagine what her face looked liked, probably runny mascara and tangled hair. She frowned at the idea.

Balancing on one hand she was reminded of the hard surface, she kind of remembered the texture. She peered down only to realize it was Raphael. As she attempted to move off of him his grip seemed to tighten on around her thighs, it seemed like he was preventing her from rolling off of him even though he was still sleeping.

“He hasn’t left your side, you know,” the same voice spoke from before she passed out. She looked over only to see another turtle. Smaller in size but just as tall wearing a purple bandana. He was fidgeting with a gadget. “Let’s have a look at you.” He said getting up, walking towards her. “My name is Donatello, but my brothers call me Donnie.” He grabbed her hand checking her pulse then shined a bright light in her eyes. “Your vitals seem strong, you feeling okay?”

“Yes,” she said studying the gadgets and of course the four-eyed turtle studying her.

“You obviously met Raphael. I am pretty sure he was slightly in shock he even brought you here. He seemed terrified,” Donatello seemed to grin at the memory.

“Brothers? You said you had brothers?” Aria questioned.

“Oh yes, 2 others, to be exact. I am sure you will meet them real soon,” he said running a few more tests on her and fiddling on some sort of watch on his arm.

“Not if I have anything to say about it-” Aria felt the large mass she was on begin to move. She looked down greeting his eyes but he instantly looked away. “Is she alright, Donnie?”

“Oh yes, she should be fine,” Donnie looked at Aria. His glasses made his eyes look huge. “We were worried you had a concussion the way you fell back into it, but I ran some tests, you were just overstimilated.”

Raphael stood up hoisting Aria into his forearm. She kept her balance by holding his shoulder. He made her feel like she was so light and little. Before Aria could say anything, a commotion came through the door. She watched Raphael groan and roll his eyes, preparing for the excited Tornado that was about to ensue.

“Donnie! Raph! Is master really telling the truth? Did you really save a girl? Did you really-Oh!” Another shorter but stocky turtle appeared, with pure joy on his face. He instantly shot Aria a slick smile noticing her angel like appearance with tangled curls, rosy cheeks, and big blue eyes staring at him with amusement. “Well hello there? I love me some Angelcake!” He began. Aria immediately blushed slightly turning to Raph.

“Enough Mikey!” Raph snarled turning Aria away from his brother. Another turtle with a blue bandana appeared, also studying Aria but immediately glared at Raphael.

“You brought her here?” He snapped.

“What else was I suppose to do Leo? Leave her in the alleyway? Turn the other cheek?” Raphael growled putting her down standing in front of her. She noticed the one in orange was getting closer and closer, that seemed to make her smile.

“The hospital would’ve been a good option.”

“She would’ve woken up with no explanation on what happened or even how she got there! At least now she has something!”

“Oh yea ‘big mutant turtle saved me sounds better.’ Don’t be a hero, Raph.”

“That is enough, Leonardo and Raphael! What is done, is done. She is here now,” said a raspy, old voice. She peaked around Raphael’s shell to see an elderly rat wearing a worn out Japanese robe. “Come here my dear, you have nothing to be afraid of.” He said reaching his hands to her. She steadily walked out, grabbing hold of his hands. He had long fingers but very soft. “I know who you are,” he said giving a slight chuckle. She looked at him confused. “Raphael, you sure know how to pick them. This is the mayor’s daughter, Aria right?” He gave her a sweet smile.

“Of course she is!” The turtle in blue groaned, walking away. “Good job, Raph! Out of everyone you could’ve saved. The mayors daughter!” Raphael turned to Aria and the elderly rat, with a worried looked. He didn’t want to put the family in danger but he couldn’t let her get hurt, he wouldn’t.

“You did fine my son,” he said leading Aria to Raphael’s hands. “You saved her, you two are forever connected, you two are friends.” Trying to comfort his son, she also snapped him a smile, squeezing his hand.

The turtle in orange chased after the other. “This could be a good thing bruh!! We have a in with the city! Maybe we can finally come out of hiding!”

Aria flashed back into reality, it had to be at least 9 in the morning now and her parents would definitely know something was wrong.

She turned to Raphael. “I need to go home now, please.”


Chapter 3

Raphael climbed up the building until they got to the penthouse. Aria jumoed off of his back. She has been lodged between his shell and his arms through this whole adventure. It was amazing his strength and speed, climbing up buildings and jumping on rooftops. It had the adrenaline of a Rollercoaster but much more free. Aria was happy to actually look at him in the daytime too. She noticed his skin and his scales. The anatomy was much like a humans. He occasionally caught her staring at him causing her to blush. She couldn’t read if it embarrassed him or made him mad.

Typing in the passcode to get in, she could hear Raphael pacing around.

“This is where you live?” Raphael said sounding rather impressed. She took a step back to see what he saw. It was rather breathyaking. The pool was crystal clear and very inviting with topnotch landscaping, complete perfection. It was perfect for a busy family..or just her. She knew no one was home. While she was passed out Donnie had charged her phone for her so she could make a quick phone call to end the search. Luckily, she called at the right time, her dad was about to call the city commissioner. That’s all she needed was the cops and one of her best friends looking for her.

“Yea,” she said opening the door. “We did have a mansion in the upper East side but my parents were never home to enjoy it. It was always just me.” Aria appeared to be sad talking about being alone but she managed to try and shake it off. Raphael could read right through her though. He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to leave her alone, he wouldn’t.

It has only been about 14 hours since he met her about something about her caught his attention. He couldn’t understand what it was, it was almost a sense of responsibility for her. He thought Aria was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen with her big ocean blues that always made him Jump when she looked at him, which was often. He sometimes couldn’t even make eye contact with her. How could she be so comfort with him?

“Well you’re home now, I should go” Raphael began to say almost feeling a sense of guilt. He saved her and that was it. This will probably be the last time he would see her anyway, why become attached?

“You don’t want to come in?” She asked turning to him, slightly begging with her eyes. He could feel his heart jump, again. It was a catch 22: if he went inside, what he felt but couldn’t understand would become stronger but if he didn’t he would kick himself later.

“Sure..” He said biting the bullet, Aria wasn’t sure if he wanted to or was just being polite.

“Are you afraid you won’t fit through the door?” She teased, playfully putting her hands on her hips attempting to lighten the mood. He gave a little smirk. Aria melted a little inside.

“No…this is all just a little new to me.”

“What do you mean?” Aria began only to be interrupted by phone buzzing through the TV. “I bet that’s my parents…stay quiet. I doubt my parents will be very happy about me hanging out with a guy, alone,” She smiled at him. Answering her parents in a very pleasant tone. That’s what she was worried about? About her parents seeing her with a guy not the fact that, that guy is mutant turtle? He smiled at the idea, shaking his head. She really did see him differently.

Raphael wandered around the house listening to her talk to her parents. He had a moment when he remembered her in the lair digging into her purse to find a brush and seeing the joy in her eyes as she began to fix herself up, straightening her clothes all thanks to a little pink compact mirror she kept in her bag. Even when she looked a mess in her eyes, he thought she looked flawless: she was human.

Aria stuck to her studying late story and fell asleep. She was very believable, he almost believed her. She apologized over and over again talking about how irresponsible it was. Raphael watched her movements, playing with her hair mostly, with a blend of standing on her tippy toes and laughing a lot. Her curls bounced with her movements. She was so perfect, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright Aria, we will be home in a couple of weeks, almost done with the Senate tour. Are you sure once you go on spring break you won’t join us? We will send a plane for you,” her dad said getting ready to hang up. She watched Raphael move across the room catching him stare at her then immediately look away. She snickered.

“No daddy, I think I will stay here.”

“Alright sweetheart, let me know if you change your mind. We love you very much and don’t scare us like that again. We thought something happened and your body would be found in the sewers.” Aria’s eyes widened, trying to let out a fake laugh. She said good bye, quickly turning off the TV.

“ Ari, huh?” Raphael teased.

“I know only my parents could make an already short name, shorter.” Aria sat on the couch and stretched. She motioned Raphael to sit next to her. His entire body including his shell took up basically the entire couch which brought Aria close to him.

“Tell me about your brothers,” she asked determined. He looked at her quizzically.

“What do you want to know?” He seemed annoyed. The last thing he wanted to do was tell a pretty girl how great his brothers were.

“Donnie is the one in the purple? He is the brains?” Raphael nodded. “Mikey is the shorter in orange. He seems like a character.” Aria smiled. “Who is the one in the blue? He seemed so mad at you…and me.” Raph tensed a little. He definitely didn’t want to tell her about Leo.

“He is the oldest, his name is Leo. Then comes me, Donnie, and Mikey,” he said trying to keep it short and basic.

“And the rat? He was so kind,” she said gently, she didn’t want to insult Raphael.

“Master,” he corrected.“He raised us.”

“So he is your dad?” Aria questioned, Raph nodded.

“How come you ask?” He looked at her hoping for no sign of interest in his brothers.

“Oh…they just remind me of a few of my best friends.” They fell silent for a few minutes, Raphael was trying to think of the right words to say.

“How did you find me last night?” Ari questioned, wondering if she really wanted to know. Her mood changed, Raphael sensed it.

“I was on patrol. My brothers and I take shifts. I was taking a break when your bus stopped. I watched you step out.” Aria looked at him in surprise but he wouldn’t meet her gaze. “I was about to leave when I heard a scream…I knew it was you.” Aria watched as his hands turned into fists…she immediately rested her hand on his to try and relax it. She looked up, finally meeting his eyes. He gave a tiny squeeze on her small hand. “I didn’t hesitate..”


Chapter 4 (last chapter for Guardians Angel)

Over the course of the last few weeks, Aria didn’t really see much of Raphael. He almost seemed to avoid her. His visits were brief, mostly making sure she was okay then immediately leaving. She tried of thinking of ways to make him stay but he never did. 

10:30 the clock read.

Aria was finishing brushing her hair to remove the tangles that day had left. Being alone in the penthouse was always silent and boring the only time it seemed to have life was when her friends were over. She was so absorbed in cheer and dance it luckily got her mind off her hard-shelled hero. 

She heard a hard tap on the window. Raphael. She quickly went to the window, opening it. She gazed at Raphael’s face with pure joy but it quickly diminished assuming this encounter would also be brief. 

“Hi Raphael,” she said giving him room to enter. She watched as his large frame come through the window. Aria had a large room but he always made it feel small. He looked around her room, she stood close to him waiting for him to say something…but he didn’t.

“Is everything okay?” she said after a long pause of silence. He walked to her bed sitting on it, so she followed, after her body turned to him. He looked at her in the corner of his eye, she sat perfectly still but looked so happy being by him, with the breeze of the night hitting her face. He was so brave with his brothers but not with her, not with her. He knew she was waiting for him to say something but he instantly lost his nerve. 

“I can’t…” he grunted shooting up, exiting out her window.

“Wait! Don’t go!” she pleaded racing to the window after him. Just as quick as he came he vanished into the shadows. 

A few weeks had passed and Aria hadn’t heard from Raphael but recently another foot clan attacked happened with reports of human-like vigilantes stopping them. She knew it was the guys and she was beyond relieved to hear they were okay but disappointed he hadn’t done his normal drop by.

She heard a tap on her window, more gentle then he normally does but it still made her perk up.

“I am so happy you’re okay, i read about the attack, I…” she began opening the window but instead of gold hues, she was looking into Mikey’s.

‘Aww babygirl, you missed me?” he said playfully. MIkey and Donnie began to fill in her room. 

“Hey guys,” she said happy to see them but slightly disappointed. “Everything okay?” 

“NO! IT’S RAPH! SOMETHING IS WRONG! WE NEED YOUR HELP, ARI!!” he said frantically grabbing her arms. Aria eyes grew wide in terror.

“Stop it Mikey!” Donnie said pushing him. “Don’t listen to him. Raph is fine, just odd. We think you could help.”

“Yea, he is like 10x more angrier then normal.” Mikey added.

“Me? how can I help? I can’t even have him stay with me for more than 5 minutes…I don’t think he really likes me,” she said sadly. The boys looked at each other and began to laugh.

“You think so, huh?” Don sneered.

“Yo, he is like obsessed with you. He is always here, he just makes sure you don’t see him,” Mikey joked, wrapping his arms around her shoulder. Aria looked at Donnie to clarify. Donnie gave a side smirk. “He got it bad, angel face.” Mikey continued.

“Then why does he act like he doesn’t like being around me then?”

“Raph sometimes does stuff he doesn’t mean,” Donnie insisted. “You will get use to it.”

Donnie and Mikey brought Ari back to the lair. She was happy to be back. They led her to his door. She was pretty sure she could figure out which was his room since it had a giant spray painted red skull on it, with distinct punch marks all around the door. The boys urged her to knock.

“I don’t need your dumb therapy, Don!” he shouted on the other side of the door. 

“Go in,” Mikey whispered slightly pushing her in as he opened the door.

“Raphael?” she said a little shaky. She saw him sitting at the corner of his bed slouched over, playing with his sai. 

“Great now I am hearing her voice. Get yourself together, Raph!”  he thought to himself, letting out a big sigh.

“Raphael?” she said again but clearer. His face instantly shot up, meeting her eyes. She hesitantly began to walk closer. He swallowed hard, trying to concentrate. “Hi,” she said sweetly giving him a smile.

“What are you doing here?” was all he could manage and he seemed a bit mad, unintentionally.

“Your brothers,” she said stopping in her tracks, grabbing a strand of her hair. “They brought me to see you,” she began to play nervously. 

“I figured I would bring the therapy to you,” Donnie said from behind the door. Raph gritted his teeth, chucking his sai at the door causing it to slam on his brothers.

“Is everything okay?” she said kneeling by him looking up at his face. She gently put her hand on his knee, butterflies began to form in his gut causing him to wince. She instantly removed her hand. Raphael immediately regretted that decision. 

“Great job meathead, no wonder she is so afraid of ya,” he thought. 

He sometimes does stuff he doesn’t mean. Aria heard Donnie ringing in her head. That gave her a little hope. She scooted a little closer to him. She wasn’t sure what to ask, everything she had in mind she heard him giving a one word answer, defeating her hope. It had been more the 20 minutes the most she had ever spent with him conscious. She couldn’t help but smile.

“What are ya smiling for?” He said interrupting her thought. She looked up and he was watching her from the corner of his eyes, giving a slight glimmer.

“Nothing,:” she mumbled, blushing.” I am just happy I am here…and actually conscious.” That gave him a grin and she felt her heart swoon but just like that Raph’s eyes darkened, looking away from his radiant angel.

Raphael’s mind was poisoning all the positive thoughts he had. He would quickly remember how he was a mutant and how beautiful she was and how she deserved more then he could ever give her. He couldn’t bring her on dates,and get her nice things, he didn’t deserve her. The world was at her disposal and that sewer was at his.

“Raphael..” she began. Her eyes locked him in. “How come you never want to stay around me? Is it because I am human? Or because I am a liability since I am the mayor’s daughter. I promise I won’t tell anyone about you or your family. Did I do something wrong?”

He looked at her confused. She blamed herself? How could she think she did something wrong? 

“No, Ari,” he began trying to collect the right words. “I don’t hang around because I don’t deserve this. It would be better if you completely forgot I existed. I just got lucky meeting someone like ya. I can’t look at ya sometimes because I can see the disappointment in your eyes. I don’t want to make ya sad. It’s just hard knowing I don’t deserve ya.” 

He waited for her eyes to shift into sadness again but instead they seem to electrify. She threw herself between his legs, spontaneously hugging his neck tightly with her small arms. He instantly hugged back, inhaling her sweet smell. He intuitively nuzzled his face into her neck.

“You are my friend, Raph. I need you around.” She smiled resting her forehead on his. 

He held her tenaciously, listening to her. “Then I will always be here.”


Donnie switched off the computer screen that they used to spy on Raph and Aria. He turned to Mikey.

“BOOM! Therapy.” he grinned childishly at his brother.

“Yo Raph, will be soooooo mad if he finds out we were spying on them,” Mikey said playfully.”If Aria is going to be around, do you think maybe she has some hot friends?” 

“Well she is big in this city, goes to an all girl school. Not to mention on a travel team for cheerleading and dance. The odds are in your favor.”

Mikey slouched back in the chair. “YESSSSS!!”


Originally posted by violue

Characters: Cain x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 3456

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), humiliation kink if you squint, Penetrative Sex, Sex in inappropriate places, Voyeurism (in fantasies)

Summary:  College AU.  The reader needs an elective and finds her self at the whims of her Biology Professor: Cain.

A/N:  Damn he’s sexy.  I’ve had this one rolling around in my head for a while now, so special thanks to by babes @notnaturalanahi and @thegreatficmaster for your forcing encouragement. 

It was hard to focus on lectures with a professor as attractive as Cain.  You bit your lip as he continued on about the importance of bees, and mentally kicked yourself for taking his class.  

You’d needed a science elective and Sam had jumped at the thought of the two of you taking a class together.  At Cas’s suggestion, Sam had been all too happy to sign up.  

So here you were, trying to pay attention, but all you could think about was how his beard would feel ticking the inside of your thighs.  It’s not that he was a bad teacher.  On the contrary, he was an engaging lecturer and incredibly intelligent man.

But he was also hot.  

Hot as fuck.  

And every class left you with wet panties as well as reading assignments.

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He was looking over blueprints, flipping through the endless mountain of paper scattered over the table. Derek had been frustrated the last few days, especially with the new found problems circulating in Beacon Hills, he didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to trouble him more than he already was but the little brown leather book in your hands was scaring you more than the oncoming supernatural storm brewing in the heart of the town.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You felt small, too scared to approach him. 

He didn’t bother responding, just giving you one of his infamous eyebrow raises, forcing you to continue.

You lifted the leather book, watching as his whole body tense.

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Allow Me To Erase Your Fears - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 6,170

Warnings: Smut, Romance, Loss of virginity, Slight fluff.

Summary: You huff out a shuttering sigh. How were you just going to say right out in the open that you’ve never done this type of activity before? That you haven’t been deflowered yet?

Th-That you were a virgin?

(A/N): This idea has been eating at me for quite some time now, so I decided hell why not? Honestly I’ve never written anything like this before (virginity loss and all) so let me know if there is anything I missed or didn’t include.

I’m aware that its…different than most I’ve read but that was only because I wanted to change things up a bit. I was aiming for something unpredictable, I guess you can say. Hopefully it’s not too horrible. ´^`

It was bound to occur eventually, you think fearfully as you await for the despair of your fears to come true. It’s not like you hadn’t guessed it wasn’t going to sometime, you just always believed it would when you gathered enough information in making it less stressful. Yet here you were today, attempting to escape a reality that cannot be outran.

Don’t take it wrong you loved your boyfriend very much, he was your entire world, your one and only, that much was genuine but the fact that you willing agreed to his sudden affairs was not. You guys have been dating for over a year and a half now, you knew it would sprout eventually, but why so soon? You wouldn’t deny it, you were utterly frightened the moment he brought up the bazaar topic, and as much as you needed to tell him what you thought about it, you couldn’t bring yourself too. Frankly you were too scared. Deep down in your heart, you really honestly wanted to carry out his purposal, to be one with him in the way he so dreams, but the terror overpowered the feeling. It was pathetic, cowardice in a way, so much that you had actually let your worry cloud your judgement and for that it made it strictly impossible to convey that you weren’t entirely “one” with his choices.

You huff out a shuttering sigh, how were you just going to say right out in the open that you’ve never done this type of activity before? That you haven’t been deflowered yet?

Th-that you were a virgin?

You hated to admit it but he’d undoubtedly want to back out. You’ve been together far longer than any other cheap shot boyfriend you had before, therefore you knew him well. Too well actually. Indefinitely he would be too horrified of hurting you and in which would also result in him hating himself for suggesting something so selfishly cruel. You just couldn’t win, your brain may wish for such a catastrope of not losing your virginity to happen, but your heart did not.

You sigh defeated, looking down at the carpet beneath your toes, the soft texture gentle against the skin. You think over whether or not you should carry out with his desires? But what happens if he ends up disliking me for not telling him? Will he be disappointed with having waited so long? Would he-

Suddenly there’s a heavy knock heard from the front door that tossed you out of your troubled thoughts. You immediately knew all too well who it was.

Reluctantly standing you make haste towards it, knowing if you don’t he’d grow concerned. Upon unlocking the door you pull it open. The face of your handsome boyfriend greets you with his signature smile, a ‘hey baby’ in tow. You delivered the greeting with one of your own, pulling him in and locking the door before he has any sudden thoughts of changing his mind.

You turn, your boyfriend opening his mouth to say something but you don’t give him the chance as you lean up on your toes and plant a kiss upon his lips. You hadn’t thought twice about it of course, but then again you by now were far past asking permission when it came to kissing each other.

The man quickly gasps at your straightforwardness before complying with you, an arm snaking around your tiny waist to draw you closer while the other rests underneath your chin to bring it up more.

“Chanyeol,” You whisper when he begins to drag his mouth in unknown territory. Upon the calling of his name he tenses and stops abruptly, the worried thought that he made you uncomfortable beginning to torment him. “-I-I need to tell you something before we continue. It’s quite urgent.” Chanyeol pulls back immediately, concern in his dark brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I didn’t… I-I got a little carried away.” Chanyeol quickly apologizes, distangling himself from you in a mere heartbeat. Your own twists with regret. It was becoming harder and harder by the minute to tell him.

Chanyeol may be holding back to the best of his ability now, but after this certain stunt you’ve discovered just how extreme it truly was for him not to jump you. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. You feel slightly flattered and guilty.

You throw him a reassuring smile upon the questioning look, cupping his cheek in your hand. Your thumb runs across his strong features, his skin soft. “Its alright, Chan. It’s not that.” He lets out a sigh of relief, his cheerful self returning almost immediately. You laugh softly at his bipolar moment before quietly guiding him into your bedroom.

You sit on your bed, tapping the spot next to you for your boyfriend to take. Once the both of you were comfortable you open your mouth to acknowledge what’s bothing you, to finally share your fears but the words wouldn’t come out no matter how hard you tried. Chanyeol furrows his brows at your struggle, a gentle hand reaching over to cover the ones in your lap. “Baby, what’s this about? Is something the matter? Did I go too far? You can just tell me if you don’t want to-!”

“-No! I mean n-no, that’s not it I promise. It’s just… Well you see…” Your words stammer before your very ears and the reminder of the pain of what’s coming haunts your conscience once more. You look down at the carpet for the third time within a 30 minute radius, biting your lip in frustration. It was getting really irritating of being afraid of something that’s supposed to be magical, of the bliss your boyfriend would without doubt bring you. It wasn’t worth it.

You rent out a exasperated breath. “I can’t conceal it anymore, you see Chanyeol the truth is I’m a virgin. I-I’ve been intending to tell you sooner, to get it off my chest, but I didn’t know how or what to say when you suggested we take our relationship to the next level.” You look up at him with love and honesty in your eyes, bringing his hands to your lips. “I’m scared of losing it is all, this is so new for me and I’ve heard the first time was anything but gratifying. Don’t think its because of you, because its not. It’s me. I-I just didn’t know how you’d react is all. If you’d be upset with me for not telling you sooner.”

There of course was more to the story than your letting on but you really didn’t possess the guts to speak those particular one’s aloud. Besides it wasn’t like you were the only one. Everyone’s thinking it nowadays, c'mon they don’t even try to hide it. Regretfully you’ve read enough fan fiction to grow curious of what’s truly beneath the layer of clothing yourself, of what he’s so desperately hiding. Never believe what you read on the internet is what they always say but you knew enough that not everything on it was a lie. You wasn’t stupid, nor were you blind. Deep husky voice, freakishly tall built, big hands, a mean stroke… There’s only so much the imagination can conjure.

Honestly you were too small to have something of such a unknowing size to fit within you, to be torn from the inside out without your consent. You shiver at the realization, your lips trembling against Chanyeol’s fingers. You can’t seriously be getting second thoughts already?

Chanyeol smiles brightly at you, his lips desending against yours whence the hands were moved to your sides.

Your eyes widen, this wasn’t hardly what you were expecting, though you accept it nonetheless. Quickly you fall into the kiss, eagerly exploring his lips with yours. It was once you’re apart and breathless that he cups your face in his gentle hands. They’re callused against your skin from his guitar playing, but anything but harsh. You furrow your brows. “I’ll make it pleasurable for you (Y/N), not everything you hear is entirely honest, believe me everyone has different experiences in this type of stuff. I truthfully wouldn’t ever forgive myself if I didn’t bring my baby pleasure. Just the thought of you suffering pains me. I desire to make you feel good in all this, to reflect the bad thoughts of your first your brain conceives and replace them with something far better.”

You want to articulate something, something to thank him for understanding, for not ditching you, for being well…him, but like before the words are lost within you. You sigh with gratitude, a smile growing upon your lips at how perfect he can be without even trying, before you lean in to kiss him. The confidence to continue now was more powerful than you ever imagined possible. You really wanted this, you really wanted to be with him completely, to make your bond stronger than ever.

Chanyeol lays you back on the bed, towering above you, the kiss that was once angelic and sweet, morphing into something more intense and dirty the longer it lasted. You shiver at the unexperienced feelings that were coursing through your veins, at the passion that’s being welcomed to you.

A moan escapes your lips now, strong fingers tightly latching onto his shirt, legs squeezed shut between his own unsure what they should be doing. Chanyeol trails down your jaw with soft lips, down your neck, kissing each part of flesh that marks the area in search of all your sensitive spots. He wants to memorize them by heart.

“Allow me to erase your fears, baby.” He mumbles into your neck, his voice thick with desire. His hand gently runs across your side in hopes in aiding you to relax, to have you looking forward to his actions rather than dreading them. It appears to be working if your consistent gaps and moans was any indication.

“Your moans, (Y/N), I’ve never imagined I’d actually hear them. I reckoned you’d never give me the opportunity.” You whimper at his confession, further exposing your neck so he had better access in tasting it.

“Chanyeol… I can’t… Please, I need you to touch me. To do something.” You had stepped so low to begging now thanks to the unforgivable urge to feel those lips, that tongue, those hands, his everything on your heated flesh. Fuck call is selfish, greedy, call it whatever you’d like, it honestly didn’t matter to you. The sensations he was portraying were just too perfect to not beg upon.

Having gotten permission your boyfriend nods, snaking the hand that stayed dormant at your side up your loose t-shirt, where he greedily takes the pleasure in squeezing your breast through your bra. You arch into his actions, a moan of velvet erupting from your lips. Chanyeol groans at the beautiful noise, his kisses rough and wet across the delicacy of your neck.

The pleasures felt too surreal, seemingly like a dream, particularly one you never wanted to wake from.

Chanyeol minutes later slides that hand down your thigh, eager to get his body between them. He doesn’t force you, however, rather simply waits until you were ready, gingerly running soothing circles into the taunt muscles with his thumb. He peppers marks upon your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders, working in silent to get you to enjoy every flare of passion he’s delivering, to feel every ounce of his love for you.

You mewled at the discovery your legs willingly opening for him. “It’s okay (Y/N), take your time, I won’t hurry you. You’re welcome to set your own pace.” He breathes out, his hands going in to explore the new territory that lies between your soft thighs. He doesn’t once touch you in that place of course, but that didn’t stop your lewd thoughts from wanting him too.

With legs spread wide enough Chanyeol places himself in between them, yours now on either side of his own. Your arms encircle his neck when he meets your mouth, savoring and familiarizing himself within the warm moist cavern. Both groan wanton into each other. Your crotch tingles in flurries of excitement, following with a faint gush of something wet making its way out of your body. 

It was a accident that Chanyeol ruts up against your clothed sex, having been too lost in the rapture he moans aloud. You duplicate his pleasure with one of your own. He soon realizes what he’s done however, and in his horror he backs away. You gasp displeased at the loss, at the incredible touch of his arousal against yours, at how hard he has already become. If it was this good with it just touching you than It must be heaven with it inside you. You couldn’t even envision it. 

A whine creeps from you at the displeasure of not having him against you no longer and in your resolve you forcefully buck your hips up into his groin for further exploration. You wanted to drown in the rapture. Over and over and over again. Chanyeol not on the same page, though, is quick to hold them down, preventing your actions instantly. He pants. “(Y/N) I won’t be able to control myself if you keep doing that, please I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have to.” He explains sternly in your ear, his pants and deep voice sending tremors down your spine. You nodded, your breathing heavy and spoty. Perhaps maybe later then?

Chanyeol pulls himself back, a sincere smile on his face before he’s kissing you again, his hand switching their positions in holding himself up before he runs it beneath your shirt one time more. He glides the hand across your belly, your ribs, feeling every bit of your soft skin underneath his rough fingertips, memorizing what spots are more ticklish and tender and which are not, intent on finding all your spots so it’ll make the finale so much more desirable. He wishes to make you remember your first time as the best night of your life, rather than the worst.

“Can I see you?” your boyfriend asks, his voice ghosting across your damp-with-sweat skin. You flush at the question, turning your head to the side before you bashfully nod.

Soon enough after you were relaxed he lifts the shirt over your head, placing the clothing somewhere beside him on the floor. Your bra follows. Once unsnapped he puts it with the shirt. With them gone you blush beat red, your arms quickly hugging your front in hopes to cover your exposure. It’s not like anyone could blame you, this was really the first time you’ve ever willingly showed your body to anyone. It’s quite embarrassing. What if you were ugly? Your breast surely weren’t desireble. What if he gets grossed out? If that were to happen you’d likely die.

Chanyeol slides his hands up your arms gently, silently encouraging you not to be diffident. “It’s okay baby, take your time.” You nodded letting out a shuttering breath. You mentally urge yourself to steady your nerves before your allowing him to guide the limbs away from your chest.

With nothing in his way now Chanyeol takes in your nudeness, his breath hitching in his lungs at your breathtaking beauty. (No pun intended.)

Content with your obedience, he motions you back down on the bed with little resistance. You tilt your head up at him, worry written all across your face. “Don’t look at me like that, (Y/N), you should know already what I’m going to say. And that’s your beautiful.” He gives you a loving grin, lightly pecking your bewildered face before sitting up on his knees.

Having captured your attention he reaches behind himself and pulls his own shirt over his head until it was off and with the others. Your eyes greedily swallow up the view of his own nakedness, taking in what hasn’t been shown to anyone. Not even his adoring overzealous fans had seen. Chanyeol reaches for your small hand and places it against his beating heart. “See I’m just as nervous about what you’re planning to say just as you were. My heart literally won’t slow for nothing.” Chanyeol shyly looks down at the discarded clothes before meeting your gaze.

The man is quick to move forward, his heart warming as your other hand joins the first. Unwittingly they explore every plain, every muscle, every fiber of his being that he’s so eagerly willing to offer you.

What’s honestly not to like, you ponder? True he may not be as graceful or buffed up as the rest of his band members— preferably Kai and Sehun, or even Lay or Xuimin— but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy what you were seeing. He was working out and even though he still doesn’t match up to those 4 doesn’t mean he’s any less sexy in your eyes. Simply put he was gorgeous the way he was, defined muscles and overlydone abs have no justice to make him any more perfect that he already was. And you make damn sure to tell him this too.

He is mum for the longest of times before his lips crash onto your swollen ones. You giggle at his brashness unable to stop the groan that escapes you the moment he silences the laughter with his tongue. The appendage greets yours in haste, tangling with one another in a dance of utter passion.

Within your fuzzy mind you could faintly feel Chanyeol’s hands begin to trample all over your body again, littering your skin in pricks of pleasure to add on to what he was already inflicting. He squeezes your breast in his large hands, nearly swallowing them whole, but you didn’t dare feel insecure about it, at least not when you didn’t care. The feeling was mutual, Chanyeol also didn’t care. He loves you for who you are, for the fun, bubbly smiley self you was, not by your breast size. He’s made sure to drill that into your head countless times.

You arch into his presses, into the fingers that have began to pinch and tug at your hardened nipples, your kiss collapses from the mewls of bliss that shake your being upon the new emotions your witnessing.

“More. Chanyeol, I-I need more… Please.” You pant, the heat between your legs growing unbearable to ignore now. Unable to ignore what he was doing to you. You lift your hips into him for emphasis, showing him exactly what you are so desperately craving. Of what part of your body it was that was chasing to have his attention on.

Chanyeol grunts loudly, not able to resist not meeting your actions with his own. So pulling you up slightly to his chest he holds you from the curve of your back. You both were a moaning groaning mess, willingly falling into the euphoria of overwhelmed pleasure the harder he dry humps you. He doesn’t stop this time much to your delight. With legs tightly wrapped around his waist, the balls of your feet were beyond forgiving as they dug into his ass. It only makes his dick press down upon your pussy with more force. And god was it so fucking worth it!

Chanyeol buries his head in your neck, suckling onto the sweet flesh until it’s red and bruised. You whine, your fingers combing into his newly dyed hair at the indescribable friction. Unfortunately he stops himself short, a heavy groan of distaste leaving him at his own cockblock. “I’m sorry, I-I’ll come if we continue that any farther.” The man explains breathless. You nodded in understanding.

Pulling away from you with a moan he carries on to removing the lasts of your clothing. You don’t dare stop him, specially not with how much you needed to carry on. It would seem the fear was beginning to fade the more your boyfriend brings you all these pleasures and for that you were grateful.

Chanyeol was slow working in removing your your shorts. Having been unbuttoned seconds later, he hooks his fingers onto the fabric at your hips before he’s carefully sliding them off. He makes certain to keep his eyes on yours the whole time, worried if he hadn’t you’d grow weary and push him away. It was no time before your panties were thrown out as well.

You had gasped, immediately shielding your eyes with your hands, far too embarrassed to look at his face the moment they’re gone. He chuckles at your adorableness. With all your clothing offically off your body and somewhere out of the way, you lay vulnerable. Chanyeol completely absorbs the breathtaking sight. Your blush darkens the more he stares at your nakedness. And in your way of escaping you try to close your legs to block his wandering gaze, but the man once again moves between them preventing such.

“D-Don’t stare Chanyeol… It’s embarrassing.” You stammer, looking away from his intense stare. He lets out a thick laugh, leaning back over your petite body with his towering height, his lips desending upon your earlobe. “How can I not? Your so gorgeous when explosed. My baby girl really needs to think more highly of herself.” You whimper feeling Chanyeol’s hands search and take in the fresh skin that’s been recently uncovered. The sneaky fingers tenderly slipping between your legs, rubbing the insides of your thighs until he’s at the desination that marks your womanhood.

He looks at you, a question of permission on the tip of his tongue. You bite your lip, the touch of his fingers grazing your aching core far too torturing to just say no. Your heartbeat jumps in a completely different way than before, perhaps because, like this it was so much more naughty than having felt his dick through one another’s clothing?

In the end you give your consent. “Please. I can’t stand not knowing what it’ll feel like not having you in every way possible, Chanyeol.” Your legs spread apart more in a way that tells him just how needy you was for his touch. How much you trusted him with your body, knowing that he’d never hurt you.

Chanyeol grins lovingly into your skin, kissing your cheek. Once he finally slides the fingers through the satiny folds of your cunt he couldn’t help but gasp at how incredibly wet you’ve become from just his simple touches. It was nothing he’s ever seen before. His cock agrees, throbbing in the tight restraints of his jeans and before you knew it he’s slipping the finger all the way inside you.

Your eyes widen at the new experience, a cry of absolute bliss falling from your throat. Its so much more different than your own, his were so much more thicker and longer. Chanyeol capturing the reaction he was looking for, gently goes in and out of you, lapping up your slick pre-cum in the process so it didn’t make the movements he was creating dry and uncomfortable.

“Chan-, ahhh!” You moan. Your breaths get ripped from your lungs when he picks up the pace, your wet walls clenching around him with the desire to feel him go deeper. Thrust in harder.

Chanyeol’s groans were increasing in volume, occasionally a moan leaving him at how beautifully tight your virgin body was. If he could he would’ve added a second finger to heighten and intensity the pleasure but you were too tiny for that. He was lucky the one fit. It wasn’t only that either, there was also the possibility that it’ll break your virgin barrier, which would result in more pain than just entering you fully. Decidedly he sticks with the one.

You grabbed a hold of him, your head tossed back against the pillows in the pure ecstasy that’s clouding your mind. You mewl out Chanyeol’s name for the first time, pleading that he never stop. Your boyfriend grows hornier at the sound of his name falling from your lips before he’s quickly ceasing his activities. You whined at the loss, but soon forget it as you watch in awe when the man hurriedly begins to remove the remainder of his clothes. “Chan-!” you began confused, “-I can’t. I can’t wait any longer (Y/N), if I don’t have you now I’m going to lose it.” Chanyeol interrupted, his fingers shaky in their desinated need to free himself.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, is what you wished to say but the words got caught in your throat the moment Chanyeol removed his boxsers. Your eyes widened slightly at his size. Its clear now, books simply have no justice. Its not like you didn’t see it coming, you did hear that tall guys have, well…

Chanyeol hovers above you once his clothing was discarded and you blink up at him, wondering why he didn’t enter you already? Isn’t that what they do? Quick and forceful right, to make the pain hit you all at once instead of it flowing through you while they’re going in and out?

Regretfully you have read too many books.

You watch Chanyeol as he reaches down between your bodies and grabs a hold of his leaking cock, he slowly smearing the pre-cum around the length, you guessing to slick it up. When you presume that it’s been enough he gingerly rubs the tip against your entrance, your swollen clit, using the cockhead to collect all your escaped juices. A choked moan is loudly heard resonating the bare walls at the delicious feeling. You were unable to figure out what he was trying to acomplish by doing this given the outstanding pleasure but you knew you never wanted him to stop.

Chanyeol grunts and growls in your ear, his breath hot against your sweaty skin. He wants to fuck you so bad, that much was clear but the realization that there will be pain on your end forces him into second thoughts. As for right now he was trying to wet himself the best he can with his and your cum, eager to think it’ll make the intercourse less stressful.

Having figured out his ordeals you smiled warmly. With the thought in mind of wanting to pleasure you before hand so it’ll make the real thing much more favorable, swells your heart expedentuly. Still for him to suffer just for this simple action was cruel. “Its okay Channie, I want this… I want you. I don’t dread it as much anymore, not when I know you’ll make me feel good till the end. So please stop holding back, you need to feel me around you just as much as I need to feel you inside me.”

Chanyeol understands your pleads and pulls himself up, moving your hips closer to his own by your thighs. He positioned himself at your entry, a worried gasp heard from your different sizes. You were little, he was big, just how did he expect to fit?

There’s a apology heard that cuts through the awful silence, their voice strained and apologetic, the fingers that lie at your hips strong and sturdy. You had thrown Chanyeol a confused look for the sudden strange of behavior, your mouth opening to ask what for but his hips stop that question instantly.

With just one powerful thrust forward he breaks past your hymen, completely stuffing you with his cock to the hilt. You cry out immediately, tears hurriedly blurring your vision as an intense unforgivable pain shoots throughout your being. Sobs are ripped from you, fingers tearing at the bedsheets underneath them in the strong need to get some type of release from the agony. Chanyeol’s apologies are continuous in your ear, worried you’d never forgive him if he stops. 

Your boyfriend  leans down and kisses your tears, prying your hand from the abused bedsheets, where in turn meets them with his own, interlocking your fingers together beside your head. The walls within clench and constrict around the forceful intrusion, eager to memorize the feeling of being filled of something other than your fingers.

You couldn’t begin to imagine how good it must feel for Chanyeol, with the way you’re swallowing him up, the tightness around his cock that not even his hand can come close to bringing. It must be taking all his will power not to move.

Chanyeol looks down at you, sheer concern for your well-being written clearly in his eyes. Lust lies there too but his worry overpowers the emotion. You give him a pained smile, tightening your fingers around his in emphasis. He had hissed in pleasure when he moves in to kiss you, a whine from you at the mixture of feelings of pain and pleasure. It’s by the next couple of seconds that the pain has decreased and in the need to continue you beg Chanyeol to move. To do something that would make the pleasure engulf you endlessly.

The man is reluctant at first but does as you ask in the end. You looked down when he pulls out to catch a glimps of red but before you could actually decipher why it was there Chanyeol was kissing you again, keeping you from furthering your suspicion. “I’m sorry, please don’t look baby.” He pleads against your kiss-swollen lips, his pace slow and steady. You nod, the bliss of his movements between your legs was more important to keep your mind on anyway.

It’s when the pain is gone and you were happily moaning his name in ecstasy that Chanyeol picks up the tempo of his hips, gradually speeding up in the desire to hear his name leave your lips again and again. You circle your arms around his back, your fingers docile at first but becoming harsh the more pleasure that washes over your senses. Like this you could feel every muscle react, flexing from all the work he’s putting in to to get you feeling good.

In response your legs spread wider apart, craving to feel every inch of him enter and leave your body in the swift thrusts. Your moans grow in quality, becoming more sexier, hotter as do Chanyeol’s but neither care if the other is being too loud or not specifically because the ecstacy that’s coaursing through each other’s veins was too exhilarating not to be loud upon.

In the end your boyfriend was right. This did feel good, like blissfully amazing good. Every push of his hips, every thrust that somehow always hits a different spot every time entered, the bounce your breast do whenever he quickens his pace, the pleasureable burning in your belly you get whenever your orgasm nears, the sound of skin slapping skin, the mingling of sweat from your bodies the more you move and mend together as one. It’s all so wonderful. You had already forgotten where Chanyeol starts and where you end.

What was the worry of being scared when all these emotions, these feelings, these sensations, experiences were in store. It was nothing you could ever conjure up. Masterbation simply has no comparison, it’s shameful compared to this. Sex with the one you love is so much more meaningful, it expresses one’s true love for another with just one heavy activity.

Your fingers claw down Chanyeol’s back when you lift your hips to meet his rapid thrusts, the slight rolling of your hips beyond describing and the man moans huskily, your name in tow.

He slows then he speeds up, creating a friction that’s beyond imaginative. It drives greater pleasure into you than the last. Sweat rolls down Chanyeol’s forehead from the intensity of his actions, the force that he brings forth to please you. The flavor of it against his neck on your tongue, sweet and salty. Chanyeol wasn’t very vocal but his breathing was loud and horase in your ears, his hips sloppily moving in time with your tight rolls.

“Chanyeol?” You had whimped when he suddenly stops. You were so close too. Said person doesn’t respond, instead he grunts and quickly pulls out of you.

You gasp. White. The scent of cum.

Chanyeol was cumming on your stomach. You shiver at the beautiful sight of him getting off, at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue like velvet. The look on his face however takes the cake. He trembles while he strokes himself through his intense orgasm, his cum shooting all the way onto your breast. It’s once he has none left to sprout that he lays atop of you, exhaustion seeping into his bones.

“I apologize, I couldn’t last any longer, not after how good it felt with you around me. So hot and tight and wet.” Chanyeol whispers into your sweaty skin once he slows down his erratic breathing. He soon pulls himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you with his weight.

You smile tiredly, swear rolling down your neck. You stroke his damp hair, moving the loose strands that fell into his eyes over. “Its alright babe, you made me feel good that’s all that matters.”

“But it’s not, you didn’t get off, how is that alright?” He argues. Your mouth opens to tell him that you were fine with that but Chanyeol is stubborn. Moreover he is quick in his movements.

With him between your legs now, you gasp. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was aiming to do and upon realizing, a dark blush rushes upon your cheeks. “One way or another you will reach your own orgasm. I’m not a selfish bastard that just leaves my girlfriend hanging.” Having gotten that out of the way Chanyeol grabs a hold of your knees, spreading them apart nice and wide before he leans in.

Dragging his his tongue against your sex you let out a strained cry, your legs trembling at the dirtiness. How is it so wrong…yet so right!? Letting go of one of your legs he circles your assaulted slit with a deft finger, collecting the mingled cum, before sliding it inside.

His tongue is quick to match the rhythm of his fingers, going both fast and deep. Chanyeol soon slides in another and you jerk violently, the unfairness that he’s only attacking your clit with his tongue making it seemingly impossible to hold back your climax.

You comb your fingers through his hair, pulling at it in either the desperate need to pull him closer or to drag him away, whichever one you didn’t know. Didn’t care. He moans at your reactions, at the acknowledgement of how desperate you were with wanting to come and for that he speeds up. You moans grew louder.

It seems that Chanyeol’s ignoring the ache in his jaw, focusing on only pleasuring you. Its sweet but still unfair. It had been when you begin to spasm that he knew you were nearing. So angling his thrusts he aims for your g-spot, building onto your rushing orgasm. He doesn’t once slow.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You scream out Chanyeol’s name the moment you come, your mind going blank within a matter of seconds, the vision behind your eyelids whitening. It’s so overwhelming that your body shakes in the quakes of pleasure, the bliss beautiful as you reach satisfaction.

Chanyeol smiles pleased before pulling himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he lays himself beside you. You turn to face him when you regained your sanity, your body shaky from the aftershocks. He sees this and smiles scooting over closer to you. He wraps a protective arm around your waist, resting his chin atop your head.

“Thank you, Chanyeol.” You murmur, snuggling closer into his warm embrace.

“For what?” He inquires.

“For everything. You showed me how wonderful losing my viginity was. Your erased my fears, gave me a whole new experience I didn’t imagine possible. I don’t think I could have done it with anyone other than you. For that I’m thankful.” You admit, closing your eyes. The exhaustion was really weighing you down.

Chanyeol smiles brightly at your confession. “I love you (Y/N), of course I’m going to give you everything you least expect from your first time. That’s the type of boyfriend I am. I don’t believe in just one of us getting off while the other doesn’t. You’re my princess.”

You feel tears well up in your closed eyes. “I love you too, Chanyeol. I’m really happy I agreed to this.”

“So am I, (Y/N).” Having said this Chanyeol reaches over and pulls the covers over your bodies, wiping his cum off your breast and stomach the best he could with the duvet before moving in closer to your sleepy form. He chuckles at how cute you were while sleeping before he takes a deep breath. “I’m definitely the luckiest man alive to have you in my life, there’s no doubt about that.”

You smile at that, drifting off. 

Biker! Mikey

As you may or may not know, I’m going to be starting male smuts. As there are male fans along with females and most smuts are based around vaginas and boobs. So I’m doing this…this is my first one for Y/N!male I hope you love it as much as I love writing it!

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Warning: smut obv

Summary: Seeing greaser Michael Clifford at a gay bar on a Friday night was unusual. The fact he always described himself as a ladies man and yet here he was..


It was strange to say the least, to watch the ‘lady’s man’ of the town just waltz up in. It was strange because the club you were in is a gay bar. I mean straight people do come in here, but usually with a gay friend to support them. But here he was by himself, a black snapback supporting his head and a pair of black shades even know the club was dimly lit. He was wearing a sexy leather jacket and a white shirt. He had a light stubbly beard around his face and his blonde hair was tucked away under his hat. 

Michael was the ‘bad boy’ of the school, he wasn’t the boy would would go round and pick on people. He was actually quite sweet when it came down to talking to other people. I mean he never usually did go out of his way to talk to people, he was more laid back and would be either fiddling with his motorbike or drawing motorbike designs in his book. He was quite talented with bike’s actually, he knew how to fix them and I know he had quite a few as he’d drive in on different bike with different patterns. He was also known as a ladies man, all the girls would swoon over him but now thinking back he never reciprocated the action.

Michael made his way through the crowd and over to the bar. I was sat at the other end of the bar and watched him intently. The way he would gently smile at the gay men and the lesbians grinding against each other. I looked down at my pink cocktail, it was a sex on the beach one of my favourite cocktails. It wasn’t too strong and was just right, plus the bartender knows what I like. 

I looked over to the dance floor to my friend Liam, he was very camp. Wearing leather pants and a sparkly silver jacket and evident glitter in his blonde hair. I defiantly wasn’t like that, Liam was outrageous and I wasn’t. Although I’m proud to be what I am, i’m defiantly not as wild. Liam was dancing with his boyfriend as I took a gulp of my drink. I looked back over to Michael and he was already smiling at me with his warm green eye’s. I quickly looked away not wanting to cause any drama and I drank the last of my drink watching the alcohol go down in the glass. I felt a presence next to me on the chair and I grabbed the melon slice that was perched on the edge of my glass, not looking to see who it was. I brought it to my lips and sucked onto the juice and bit down into the soft texture, the sweetness hitting the back of my cheeks.

“Hey Y/N” I heard a gruff voice besides me. I coughed on the melon and put the skin on the bar and looked next me. Michael was sat on the wooden stool with a grin on his face as I finished off the melon in my mouth. 

“Hi” I mumbled, the barman came over to me and took my glass.

“Would you like anything else?” he asked leaning on the bar.

“Could I have a glass of Sangria?” 

“Make that two” Michael said besides me slipping the bar man the money. I went to protest but Michael smiled at me and winked slightly. 

“Michael what are you doing here?” I asked shyly, wanting to know why he was actually here was he into guys or was this just amusing him. 

“Can I not sit with you?” 

“N-no I meant like here at the bar, it’s a gay bar?” 

“Yeah I know” he laughed. The barman placed our drinks on the bar and I grabbed mine, twirling the straw around and drinking it.  “S-so are you-”

“Gay? Well..I’m Bi sexual” he cut in. I turned toward him looking at him questioningly and at his lips. They were a beautiful shade of pink contrasting against his white skin. Michael leant toward me and nudged his nose against mine. My breath hitched in my throat as he leant back grabbing his glass and chugging it back. 

“Want to dance with me?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have asked” he smirked. I drank the rest of my drink feeling myself go a bit woosey but not to drunk, just giggly. Michael held his hand out like a gentleman and I took it feeling tingles travel up my body. Michael took me towards the dance floor and pulled me into him. His hands came to my waist and turned me around so my back was against his chest. 

“You’re such a pretty boy you know that” Michael rasped into my ear, I laughed a little grinding my ass slowly into him. 

“Thank you” I blushed, moving my ass to the music. Michael’s hands were securely on my waist as he tucked his head in my neck. He slowly nipped at my neck, feeling them silky lips against me. I exhaled out as I shut my eye’s feeling one of his hand’s stroke down my waist and onto the front of my trousers. Michael licked over the shell of my ear and tugged on my lobe, getting a small mewl escape from my mouth. I looked over at Liam who was looking at me shocked as he danced, he mouthed an ‘oh my god’ at me. I laughed a little whilst blushing and turned my neck towards Michael. He was looking at me with his dark green eye’s yet they were sparkling due to the strobe lights. I nudged my lips against his and watched his lips turn up into a small smile.  I turned my whole body toward’s Michael and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“You want to get out of here?” Michael whispered, I nodded my head as he held out his hand. I smiled cheekily taking it as he lead me out the club. 

“My apartment is just a few blocks away” 

“Ok, let’s go to yours” I mumbled, I quickly took out my phone and sent Liam a quick text telling him where I was going before actually feeling the cold air. I tucked my phone back into my pocket and held onto Michael close wanting to warm up my now cold arms.  

“You know I wouldn’t have thought you’d be into guys, you’re such a lady’s man” I teased, poking at his side 

“Well look’s can be perceiving” He smiled looking down at me. I fluttered my eyelashes as he smirked and wrapped his arm around my body. We made our way to his apartment and I leant on the door as he unlocked it, the key clicking to the left. He stood there looking at me and leant in close, sending shivers down my body. “You’re also an extremely sexy man and I can’t resist” I let out a gulp as he pushed me back into the apartment. 

We stumbled on in as he grabbed my ass picking me up, his hands squeezing it in his palms. I let out a yelp as he took me to his room, not before smashing his lips against mine. He had the most pure pink lips as the moved against mine. He set me down in his room as I pushed off his leather jacket, it making a loud thump noise. He snickered grabbing my face and kissing me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth. He moved his hands from my face down to the bottom of my t-shirt and he tugged onto it. I pulled back from Mikey and pulled my shirt over my head. 

“Wow” he breathed stroking his hand down my chest, his hand came back on my hip and puled me towards him. He pressed his delicious lips back to my letting out a whine and pushed me back to his bed. I sat back as Michael towarded over me, he detached our lips again as he took off his top, his hat falling off in the process.

“You want to suck my cock pretty boy?” Mike mewled, I instantly felt my dick twitch at his words becoming hard from the statement. He undone his trousers pulling them down his legs and stood still, giving me a smirk. I gasped at his size and grabbed my crotch squeezing it. He teasing stroked the base of his cock as I leant forward on the bed, crawling towards him. I kissed his tip, poking my tongue out of my lips to lick over it slightly. 

“C’mon Y/N” I smirked taking his tip into my mouth and swirling my tongue around. Michael put his hand at the back of my head and pushed me down onto him. I took his long cock down my throat and moaned around him, my nose touching the small hairs on the top of his cock. I pulled back and bobbed my head onto him. He whimpered, his hips slowly thrusting into my mouth. I made sure to wiggle my tongue around and flick it over his balls when I went down deep enough. Michael pulled me by my hair and leant down kissing the side of my lips. I smiled licking over my lips, tasting the pre-cum that was left lingering. 

“Lay back” he moaned, I did as I was told leaning back onto the bed. Michael stroked his hand’s up my jeans, and pulled down the zipper feeling it run against my boner. He un-done the button feeling the pressure of my bulge be released. Michael pulled down my jean’s as I kicked them off my feet. He leant down toward my tummy placing a kiss above the waistband of my boxers before pinging them against my skin. I squealed kicking his thigh lightly, he smiled against my skin licking down my stomach. He pulled them down my legs whilst kissing down the path my underwear took. My cock sprung up and Michael let out a breath kissing the bottom of my balls. 

“It’s so perfect” He adored stroking up it, my tummy clenched as he tore my underwear off my legs. Mike circled his thumb over the tip and around the head. He swiped his thumb over the small bead of pre-cum and ran it down my dick with his fist. I thrusted my hips up into his hand, it moving along my dick. He tucked his head between my thighs sucking onto my balls. I ran my fingers through my hair rolling my hips into his touch. He jerked off my cock as he sucked onto the base of it, licking around it. I ran my hands over my body whilst feeling the pleasure of Michael’s tongue.  He licked down over my hole and prodded my entrance, licking around. My hips juttered upwards as Mike moaned into me. I felt like I was in heaven with the constant pleasure of Michael’s tongue. 

“Michael please” I whined, he smirked kissing my hole before kissing up my thighs and over my dick. He moved his body so he could kiss up my chest, he placed his hands either side of my face and leant down kissing my lips. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck mushing our faces together, Michael giggled into my lips and grinded his cock into mine. 

“Oh fuck” I moaned, my eye’s rolling back. Michael moved my head to the side and kissed down my jaw, sucking onto my neck. He reached for his cock, moving his body back and pushing his tip into me. He kept sucking onto my neck as he pushed his full length into me. I whined, gripping a hold of his hair as he slurped the hickey into my neck. 

“You ok?” He said raising up his head and moving his body slowly, so his dick slid along my wall’s. My hole stretched right out at the feeling of him, he was so big and thick. He slowly rocked into me, my ass clenching around him. He shut his eye’s in pleasure as he picked up the pace. I let out little hisses as he pecked my lips every time he filled me up. I stroked my finger over his lips as he kissed it. I arched my back so he could grind into me. It felt so nice to be filled up, with his balls slapping against the bottom of my back. 

“You like that baby boy?” He groaned, I nodded my head looking up into his green eye’s. He sat up straight slowly thrusting into me as he lifted up both my leg’s up and over his shoulders so my ass was off the bed. He rammed into me at a lower angle hitting a new area within my ass. His hands came to my thighs which were resting on his chest and I squeezed my feet against his neck. He shut his eye’s as I watched his cock disappear into my ass. He quickened his pace back up and I felt his tip graze my prostate. 

“Mikey right there” I whimpered. Michael’s eye’s opened as he watched me come loose below him. I tried to thrust up into Michael’s pace feeling his tip scrape against every right place. I placed my hand over my mouth and moaned into it as I felt my belly crumble and my orgasm start to build up rapidly. Michael reached down for my cock and fisted his hand onto it. I shivered feeling his cold hand wrap around me and tug onto it. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and I knew Michael knew I was close as he sped up his actions squeezing my dick. I clutched onto the bed sheet and came, the spurts of cum spurting all over my tummy. He kept thrusting into me, ravishing my hole. 

“Fuck Y/N” Michael groaned, he flung my legs down taking his cock out from my ass. I whined, feeling the emptiness now and watched him jerk himself off. He pumped himself at an unholy pace, suddenly everything tensed and his cum squirted all over my stomach along with my cum. Michael smiled weakly down at me and let go of his cock. He grabbed a tissue from the box next to the bed and wiped up my stomach, it collected most of the cum but he had to use a second tissue. After he thrown them in the bin he collapsed next to me, tucking his arm under me and resting his head on mine. 

“You know, I’ve always kinda always had a thing for you” Michael stated stroking over my hip. I smiled tilting my chin up towards him, his other hand came towards my jaw as he kissed me sweetly. When we detached our lips, I bit my lip as Michael pecked my forehead and we laid there the rest of the night. 

anonymous asked:

Can I get a scenario about Bokuto's adorbly shy s/o who for the first time see's him with his hair down?? Handsome Bokuto without his spiky hair :)

I am so bad at shy s/o’s please forgive me!!!

~Admin Emma

It was hot. Like, don’t-touch-me-as-I-perish-in-my-own-fluids hot. Just a miserable summer day, and the air conditioner in your boyfriend’s apartment was temperamental on its best days. That day, it had decided to throw a minor hissy fit and spit freezing water all over Bokuto’s carpet. In an attempt to escape the oppressive heat, he’d suggested you go to the beach.

“This is the best idea you’ve ever had, Kou,” you replied, pulling your bag out of his car and replacing your sunglasses on your face.

“I’m sure I’ve had at least one or two others,” he riposted, tossing his arm around your shoulder. “I asked you out, after all.”

“That you did,” you sighed. “Thanks for lending me your t-shirt.”

“No problem, babe, but I was hoping I could see you in that bikini today,” he teased, nudging you with his elbow.

“K-K-Kou! I can’t… I mean–”

He chuckled; “Relax, babe. I was kidding.”

You flushed. You and Bokuto hadn’t gone much further than some lingering touches and passionate kisses–he was your first serious boyfriend, so you were pretty inexperienced–but he didn’t seem to mind your shyness. As a matter of fact, he thought you were super cute, and he loved that you only let your snarky sense of humor show around him. It was like something special, just for him.

Bokuto had texted his friends, and Akaashi and Kuroo had joined you. The sun was strong, but you were being protected by Bokuto’s oversized t-shirt. You were too nervous to go into the ocean, so he’d suggested you all just fool around in the sand. Kuroo helped you build a giant sandcastle; Akaashi had to talk Bokuto out of a slump when you’d refused to bury him in the broiling sand (you were too nervous it would burn him); they’d even managed to convince you to participate in a two-on-two volleyball game. They were going easy on you–that much was obvious–and Bokuto was talented enough to spike your feeble tosses. It was fun, but it was also tiring, and combined with the hot sun beating down on you, you had to take a break. Kuroo and Bokuto were both starting to turn pink on their shoulders, and Akaashi was red across his cheeks. You were hot and tired too, so you  joined Akaashi under the umbrella with bottled waters. Kuroo and Bokuto decided to swim.

You watched him splash around in the waves, play wrestling with Kuroo. You had to grin a bit–you loved your boyfriend so much. There were times when you felt like his mother: you had to keep him under control, remind him to eat and sleep, and you’d been after him all day about hydration and sunscreen. But then there were times that were just for you, when you saw his snuggly side, or his affectionate nature. He would sometimes get lost talking about how much he loved you, and that was something that was just for you. He never stopped reminding you how beautiful you were to him. Bokuto was a bit like the sun itself–dazzling and beautiful, if a bit wild. You watched him run back and forth with Kuroo for a minute before he tripped, plunging into the waves.

“Kou!” You rushed forward to where he went down, searching for his bright trunks in the chaos. He came up sputtering, wiping water out of his eyes, and you had to freeze for a second. God, but he looked good… water dripped over the defined ridges of his muscles; you watched a droplet roll over the ridge of his Adonis belt and had a sudden urge to run your tongue over it. You followed the rippling glory up his powerful arms until you came to his face.

You’d never seen Bokuto with his hair down before. Normally, it was up around his face in a wild, spiky burst, but when it was wet and down… God, he looked so sexy. It softened his features, accentuated the strong curve of his jaw, and when he looked up through his fringe at you, gave even his standard grin a distinctly sexual quality.

“Babe?” He canted his head in askance, which told you you’d been staring. Openly. “You OK?”

“I should be asking you that,” you replied, recovering quickly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, brushing sand off his elbow.

“Is anything hurt?” You fussed over him, feeling over his arms (which totally wasn’t an excuse to touch those muscles of his… when did he get so ripped, anyway?).

“My ego,” he said, his expression drooping dramatically.

You laced your fingers through his, giving him a slight tug; “Let’s go somewhere, yeah? Just the two of us? By the time you get back, Kuroo will have done something awkward and everyone will forget.”

“Hey!” Kuroo jibed with a chuckle. “I resent that.”

You didn’t wait for a response; you simply tugged Bokuto after you, leading him towards a more secluded area on the beach. You  knew no one would bother you here, and that suited you just fine. The second you were out of sight of everyone, you sank your fingers into his wet hair. You didn’t exactly expect it to be soft–the mountains of product he put in it combined with the salt water certainly made for an interesting texture–but it was just so…grabbable. You curled your fingers around his salt-and-pepper locks, giving a slight tug, which drew a delicious sound out of Bokuto–somewhere between a growl and a moan.

“Babe,” he gasped. His hands had migrated towards your hips, his hard calluses swirling over your bare hips.

“I’ve never seen you with your hair down,” you purred, nuzzling his nose with yours. You felt a flush work its way over your chest as his soft sigh ghosted over your lips. “I like it. I can do this.”

You gave his hair another little tug, and he groaned deeply, pressing you flush against him; “Fuck, babe. You’ve gotta stop that.”

“Why?” You tried to pull away, but his hands held you fast. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” he groaned, his voice lower than you were used to. Quieter. Sexier. “It’s sexy… I like it.”

“Oh,” you responded, feeling your face heat up again. “I see.”

“You know I don’t want to push you,” he said, his hands migrating upwards until they settled on the curve of your waist. “I love you, and I want to go at your place, but…”

“Touch me, Koutarou,” you whispered against his lips.

“Fuck, babe,” he moaned again, rocking against you. His hands moved again, one up and one down. It was so bizarre, seeing this buff, brazen ace be so gentle. One hand grazed softly against the swell of your breast; his fingers shook as he cupped it in his big palm. The other hand slid between your legs, running the pad of his finger against your bikini. You spread your thighs a little wider, and he groaned. “I can feel how hot you are. God, I want you.”

Your legs shook as you sank your fingers into his hair again, more to stabilize yourself than anything else, but the way his fingers twitched did something to your insides. You wanted more. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted him to lay you out on the sand while you tugged on that perfect hair of his. But you’d never done anything like this before, and you were acutely aware of the people nearby.

“Take me home, Kou,” you whispered against his lips. “Please.”

He chuckled as you tightened your fingers in his hair; “With pleasure, babe. If I get this reaction all the time, I should wear my hair down more often.”