Summary: In a world where soulmates can share thoughts, you never imagined that the sweet voice in your head would belong to a guy like Jungkook.
Word count: 1.5k words
You dropped your backpack beside you, and it landed on the ground with a loud thunk. Sighing quietly, you collapsed onto a beanbag (because your university was trendy enough to have them in the library) and tried not to cry. Your body sank into the soft material of the beanbag, and you wished you could just disappear.
The sunlight streaming in from the window beside you doused you in warmth, and soon you felt yourself slipping into sleep.
“Rough day?” a voice rang through your head. Your lips quirked into a smile, your earlier hardships completely forgotten.
It was a rare moment when soulmates shared thoughts. No one really understood the science of soulmates–the mechanics of thought-sharing, in particular. It was just a universally accepted phenomenon, and you thought it was beautiful.
Yeah, you could say that, you thought, hoping your soulmate would be able to hear you. Sometimes, all you got was a passing thought, and sometimes you were able to have conversations. There was only one limitation–you could never share your identity.
Still, you tried and tried and tried. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.
“What happened?” your soulmate asked, his sweet voice making you blush. You thought his voice was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and you wondered if the boy was just as beautiful.
Just…life. University’s hard, you know? you replied. The little information you knew about your soulmate was this: he was around your age, also in university, studying music and dance, liked anime, exercised a lot.
“Trust me, I feel that,” came his response, and it sounded almost amused. “But you’ll be okay.”
For the next few minutes, you tried to think of something to ask him. You hoped he couldn’t hear your embarrassing thoughts. His thoughts were silent too, and you knew the connection had been lost.
Smiling sadly, you stood up and grabbed your bag. Your encounter with your soulmate, however brief, was enough to energize you. Ready to face the rest of the day, you walked out of the library. Your thoughts lingered back to your soulmate, and you wondered if he was thinking about you, too.
Your phone blared loudly, and you startled awake. Still disoriented, your heart thumped wildly as you searched blindly for your phone. Finally, you located it on your nightstand. Squinting at the bright screen, you saw that you had an incoming call from your roommate.
“Hello?” you mumbled, pressing your phone to the side of your face.
“Oh, shit, did I wake you up?” Jieun exclaimed, her excited voice too loud so early in the morning. “Well, since you’re up, we can talk! Y/N, you’ll never guess what just happened.”
You sighed, flopping back onto your bed. “So tell me,” you said blandly.
“You’re no fun,” Jieun pouted. “Okay! So. I just slept with Jungkook! Let me tell you, the rumours are true. He’s great in bed and he does this thing–”
“Wow! Cool!” you squeaked, quickly cutting her off. You did not need to know about Jieun–or Jungkook’s–sex life. “Is that a good idea, though? I know you’re low-key crushing on him, but Jungkook doesn’t do relationships, right?”
“I don’t know, Jieun,” you replied slowly. “Be careful, because with a guy like Jungkook, you’re only gonna get hurt.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she snorted. You could hear rustling in the background as Jieun moved. “He’s a major fuckboy. I’m trying not to catch feelings, but he’s so damn hot.”
You grunted in agreement.
“Oh, Y/N, can you do me a favour?” Jieun asked suddenly. “I’m going straight to school from Jungkook’s flat. Could you bring me a change of clothes and, like, mouthwash or something?”
“Yeah, sure,” you yawned, getting up to go to Jieun’s room. “I’ll be at school in like an hour. Should I just meet you in the music building?”
Jieun was majoring in music, since she was such a great singer.
“Yep!” she chirped. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You’re the bestest friend ever!”
You walked aimlessly through the music building, a bag full of clothes and toiletries on your back, as you searched for the room number Jieun had sent you earlier. It was a practice room, and the hall you were moving through seemed endless.
In the distance, you could hear the sound of someone singing. As you continued forwards, the voice became clearer and clearer. The person had a beautiful voice. It was clear and melodious, floating softly through the air.
It tugged at the back of your mind, like a faint memory. It was almost like a weird sense of deja vu, and you struggled to recall why.
Then–it hit you.
This was the voice you had been hearing in your head your entire life–the one you had listen to transform over the years. Your soulmate was here.
Your heart thundered in your chest as you practically ran, following the sound of your soulmate’s beautiful voice. It led you to a door that was slightly ajar. Your soulmate was still singing, completely unaware that you were just outside the room, listening.
For a moment, you stopped, not entirely sure if you were ready to meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be the most beautiful moment in life, and it felt strange that your meeting wasn’t going to be spontaneous.
Still, your curiosity got the better of you. You peered through the crack in the doorway, searching for the owner of the voice.
Before you, Jungkook stood. His profile was facing you, the light from the window behind him highlighting his features. Jungkook was beautiful.
Then, you turned away. You could feel your heart breaking already. A guy like Jungkook didn’t believe in soulmates, if his sexual escapades were any indication.
So you left, locating Jieun’s practice room and placing the bag in front of it. As quickly as you had come, you exited the building, headed towards the library to drown yourself in work. You wanted to forget–forget who he was, forget about soulmates, forget about the future you had hoped for.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly spoke, clear in your mind.
You pushed his thoughts away, keeping your mind blank as possible as you hurried through the quad with your head cast down. You didn’t want to indulge in something you could never truly have.
You spent the entire day in the library, alternating between working and staring blankly at the textbooks in front of you. You had forgotten to eat that day, so when you finally staggered out of the library, you were exhausted and hungry. The walk home was quiet. The sun had set a long time ago, although you weren’t entirely sure what time it was.
Once you reached your apartment, you were surprised to find the front door unlocked. You and Jieun didn’t live in the best part of town, so you were always sure to lock the door whenever you came and went.
You turned the knob, and the door creaked as it opened. As you stepped through the threshold, you stumbled over a pair of shoes that were haphazardly strewn on the ground.
“Y/N!” Jieun exclaimed in surprise, sounding breathless.
At that, you looked up.
In front of you, Jieun was pressed against the wall, shirtless, as some guy was leaning over her, his lips attached to her neck. The guy turned towards you once he noticed Jieun’s stillness.
It was Jungkook.
“Oh my god, Y/N! I’m so sorry,” Jieun rambled, pushing Jungkook off her as she reached down to grab her shirt that had been discarded. “I thought you weren’t coming home tonight, since you were so late!”
“D-don’t worry,” you stammered, your voice wavering. You kept your eyes on Jieun, trying not to look at Jungkook. You could feel his heavy gaze on you. “I can stay with Rose or something, it’s not a problem. I’ll j-just leave–”
Suddenly, Jungkook was in front of you, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall. His face was morphed into shock, even awe, before he schooled his features back into indifference. Jungkook peered over you, his large frame blocking your line of vision. You were forced to look at him, and his eyes were burning into you yours.
“You’re my soulmate!?” he demanded, his normally sweet voice rumbling. The person he was in your mind was completely different than the boy who stood in front of you. “Answer me!”
“Yes,” you whispered, your voice faltering. You continued, your voice stronger, “I am.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook spat, leaning back. He stepped away from you, returning to the front door where he slipped into his shoes. Jungkook turned back to you, and when he spoke, his voice was cold. “I’m not the guy I pretend to be. So do us both a favour and stay the fuck away. Forget this every happened.”
With that, Jungkook exited the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You stood, back still against the wall. You could hear Jieun talking to you, but she sounded far away. But for the first time, your mind was completely blank.
You decided you hated the silence.
- Girl in Luv
Thanks for reading! I think I’ll continue this story…I hate sad endings. When I first imagined this story, it seemed like it could be a longer piece? Maybe I’ll rewrite it or make it a chaptered thing…what do you guys think?
A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo
The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.
Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.
The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, Eric wasn’t Reb. Reb was who Eric longed to be, guiltless, strong, someone who didn’t give a fuck what you said and wasn’t afraid to tell you. Reb was the guy at the bar who flirted with your girlfriend right in front of you and then fought you just for fun afterward. In the end Reb was a mask too big for Eric to wear or shoulder, a mask that he realized all too late was nothing more than a fantasy and Eric was all he’d ever be… Whereas with Dylan, its the opposite. VoDkA wasn’t the mask. VoDkA wasn’t who he wanted to be, VoDkA was who he was. When he looked in the mirror, VoDkA stared right back at him, stone cold and angry, and I think a part of him despised him. Dylan was the mask, kind, sweet, and unassuming. Dylan was who he wanted to be, who he hid inside and thrived in. But unlike Eric, VoDkA knew how to shoulder his mask. And it’s in this way, that we see both their personas documented in journal form…
Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader
Requested by Anon -
a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.
The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately.
Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.
Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building.
Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room.
“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away.
“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”
Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him.
“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.
Here’s some soft loving pynch headcanons bc it’s something we all need rn:
Adam loves holding Ronan’s hand. Where Adam’s hands get cold easily, Ronan’s are always warm somehow, his hands big enough to completely engulf Adam’s and warm them. When Adam laces their fingers together he can feel the slightly rough texture that comes from Ronan’s work at the Barns, and the small scratches at the back of Ronan’s hands because he refuses to wear gloves while he works. He loves the way Ronan moves his thumb in circles against the back of Adam’s hand without thinking.
Adam loves it when his hands are cold and Ronan just seems to know, so he takes both of Adam’s hands in his own and silently holds them until they’re warm again. He loves the way Ronan never fails to gently kiss Adam’s palms afterwards.
Sometimes they hold hands without lacing fingers, the way children in fairy tales do. On those days they’re walking through Ronan’s new dream forest with Opal, exploring every corner, laughing and chattering as new creations float into view, and all the while Adam holds Ronan’s hand easily and without thinking. As if they have been walking through enchanted forests, holding hands, for years.
One day on finals week in his first year, tired and sleepy from studying, Adam has the thought that the Barns are home the way no where else is. Adam loves his college and his dorm room and the many friends he has there, he’s content in the life he built for himself, happy to be in study halls and in a new city, but no other place has the warmth that the Barns offer. He comes back to this line of thought several times over the next few days, and finally decides that the warmth there has everything to do with the presence of Ronan and Opal. He thinks about the various spaces he occupied, the places he’s been, the way he’s starting to feel like he could build homes anywhere. He thinks back to the Barns and the people waiting for him there. He thinks Ronan is home the way nothing else is, and decides to leave it at that.
Ronan uses his phone a lot whenever Adam is at college. It’d be funny if it weren’t something that Adam completely saw coming. Maybe a few-months-ago-Adam wouldn’t have expected it, and last-year’s Adam definitely would have snorted at the concept, but the Adam that left the Barns late August for his first year of college knew without a doubt that he’d be hearing from his boyfriend before the end of the day. A text, a call, a picture, hell maybe even a meme. Adam knew Ronan would be there, several hundred miles away or not. Ronan didn’t disappoint.
They are not loudly sappy, per se. They are not fancy love declarations and explicit displays of affection. Instead, they’re steady. Sure and quiet in the way they’re just Adam and Ronan. They’re fingers laced together as they quietly walk through the fields, glances shared across the room in both exasperation and amusement, they’re forehead kisses in the morning, and cheek kisses as one of them leaves for work. They’re soft I love yous murmured against the other’s lips and smiles pressed into each other’s skin. They’re stupid inside jokes and the ability to always always make each other laugh.
Adam and Ronan are best friends. They’re supportive and always there for each other, shoulders pressed together, arms around the other’s waist when one of them needs to be held, or sitting a few steps away waiting for permission to touch but knowing their mere presence counts. They’re Adam and Ronan, a team, even on the tough days when one of them would rather be anyone else.
They are independent each but they choose to share their lives, and to always be there for each other.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 1,917 AN: So this was a song fic request that @writing-obrien got but she wasn’t familiar with the band. Since I am pop punk trash, I love me some As It Is (Patty Walters can fucking get it, let me tell you) so I was really excited about it and I asked her if I could write it instead. Please be aware it’s super angsty and sad and then kinda fluffy and idk what I was doing. And I know the song is kind of a goodbye but I couldn’t leave Stiles like that lol.
Based on the song Still Remembering by As It Is. Listen HERE.
Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even though she’d left me. She’d gone one day without a word, a note left in her place, explaining that she needed time, that she was afraid. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone.
Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky takes you by surprise while you’re walking home from class.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,289
A/N: Well here it is! The first deleted scene from “A Lesson in Love”. I imagine this happening some time between “The Unintentional Run-In” and “The Little Things (Part One)”. I hope you babes enjoy it!
@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing this like the beautiful queen you are.
The sun is nowhere to be found when you finally get out of class. In your eyes, this is the sole downfall that comes with winter - day turns into night while you’re stuck in a room with a professor who really loves the sound of his own voice.
Instead of thinking about the excessive amount of homework Professor Loki had assigned at the end of class, you tilt your head back and look up at the stars decorating the night sky. Tonight, they’re the only things keeping you company on your way back to your dorm. As soon as this thought crosses your mind, your slow stroll becomes a speed walk. You’ve attended enough of Natasha’s self-defense classes to know that being a female and walking alone at night is the worst combination imaginable. You’ve also heard more than your fair share of horror stories to know that this has a high possibility of ending badly.
JUNGKOOK GETTING JEALOUS AT YOU DANCING WITH ANOTHER GUY AT THE CLUB
Hey guys, so if you have been following us, I recently wrote a smut but then compared to my other admins smut and I was like ‘DamN, I reaLLY Need tO rewrite mine’ so I thought i would give this a second go :) This was a request and the request was that you are in a club with jungkook and the gang, and you start dancing with a random guy and Jungkook starts getting jealous :)
It is a bit of a long intro but please bare with :)
‘Oh come on , that song is SooOOO OLD! Play a different tune. A tune everyone can jam to!’
Taehyung and Namjoon were bickering away at what to play on the journey to the club. You were stuck in the middle of Taehyung and Jungkook in the cab while Namjoon at the front with the driver. In a way, it was good because Tae always kept the journey’s fun, but it was also difficult because you couldn’t keep your mind off of one thing. While staring out the window and into the pouring rain, You couldn’t keep your mind off of how good Jungkook looked today and the thought of it slightly aroused you. He was wearing his usual black jeans with his timbs, his blue shirt with his top 4 buttons undone, which slightly revealed his chest. It was accompanied by a thin silver chain and he had one diamond stud in his right ear. You snapped out of this thought track when the driver shouted ‘We’re here!’
You had to patiently wait for either Jungkook or Tae to get out of the car. But of course, Tae was busy fixing his oh-so-beautiful hair, so you waited for Jungkook to get out. As you shuffled your way to his seat, you were met with his soft hand reaching out for yours, ‘Careful, its really slippery out’
God You thought. I really need to do something tonight to get my mind off of him. I can’t hold this in anymore Hesitantly, you take his hand and climb out of the car. You catch Jungkook staring at your arse and then realise that your dress is half way up your arse. You giggle to yourself and think wow, I’m really not helping myself today You start to make your way towards the club when you feel cold fingers touching your back. You felt a sudden shiver down your spine, and already knew whos delicate hands they were. ‘We don’t want you tripping or slipping do we?’ You turned your head slightly to be met with a face that was angelic and beautiful and eyes that anyone could be lost in.
But it was also in that moment when you questioned whether you really wanted him doing this. His fingers touching your body, his eyes gazing into yours. And you so badly wanted to escape this torture of his body not against yours.
With these thoughts in mind, you shrugged and walked off with Tae and Namjoon to meet with the rest of the gang at the club.
After Tae handed in the tickets to the bodyguard and let you lot in, you could suddenly feel the rhythm of the music and the pounding of the beat. You just badly wanted to get onto the dancefloor, get as drunk as you can, dance and take your mind off things.
As you walked further into the club, you realised that to really take your mind some place else, you needed to take a couple of shots. You scan the club looking for the bar, and spot a bright lit sign saying ‘shakers’. You start to make your way there when some random guy bumps into you and steps on your toes.
‘OW!’ you screamed while hopelessly hopping around with your foot half in the air. The guy immediately bent down and put your foot on his knee. He started to massage it and kept saying sorry and how he wasn’t looking properly. You started laughing and he looked up at you, confused.
‘I’m a bit of a drama queen. It didn’t actually hurt that much. Sorry!’
You start giggling to yourself and realise that you made yourself look like a complete fool. He started laughing with you, got up and leant closer to your ear.
‘Why is a gorgeous girl like you, alone in a club like this?’
‘Trying to get away from all my problems’ you replied back
‘Why don’t I help you get rid of them’ he teased.
He grabbed your hands and twisted you half around and pulled you against his body. You could feel his bulge against your ass and he started to push your hair to one side. He started to caress your neck with his lips and then sucking your skin into his mouth, while one hand was on your hips. You were both moving rhythmically to the beat and he started to make his way to your shoulder.
It was then when you looked across the dance floor to see those very eyes that met with yours when you came out the cab. The very eyes that made you fall in love with him in the first place. But this time, they looked different.
They looked sexy. They were filled with jealousy and for some strange reason, this turned you on. You loved to see this side of him. The side of Jungkook that only ever came out when he saw something he wanted, being taken away from him. And it was only moments after when you saw him striding towards you. But you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of winning just yet. So you turned around and started to unzip the guys trousers.
‘OOhh, I like where this is going’ He purred into your ear
But only you really knew where this was going and you couldn’t wait to see it happen. When seconds after you felt a grapple on your arm that yanked you away, making you tumble back. ‘OI!’ You shouted. ‘I was ENJOYING myself’
‘You hardly FUCKING know him’
You loved it. You loved it when you saw this side of Jungkook. The sexy, angry and dominant side of him that never failed to turn you on.
‘what does it matter to YOU’ you replied aggressively, trying to hold back a lip bite.
He walked up to the guy and shoved him back. ‘Don’t you DARE touch my girl like that again’ ‘It’s not my fault she’s not getting what she wants from you’ the guy started to laugh with his hands up as if he surrendered. He started to back away and it brought a smile to your lips. You knew this was going to end one way.
'We were enjoying ourselves. Whats wrong with you?’
Although you two were not in a relationship, Jungkook felt as though he had to protect you. A responsibility to protect you from everyone and everything. It was as though you belonged to him and no one else
But thats all it took. Those two simple words that you were longing to hear. And as you looked into those brown eyes, that were full of dark jealousy and lust, you knew then and there where the rest of night was going to lead.
Slowly, You started walking towards him. The music in the backround started to slowly fade away. Everyone else’s existence in the club seemed irrelevant. And in that moment, your eyes were not wandering anywhere else but towards him. You noticed the way he was looking at you. Filled with lust and desire. When you had finally reached him, you wrapped your arms gently around his neck and he wrapped his hands around your waist.
‘It was never really going to lead anywhere you know. If anything he was only reassuring me on what I really wanted’ you teased
‘Yeah? And what was that?’ He purred into your ear
‘Well maybe, we should leave the rest of them here and have the couple of hours to ourselves back at the apartment’ he cooed
And without hesitation, you grabbed his wrist and started to make your way out of the club. You waved for a cab and when it pulled up, Jungkook opened the door for you
‘After you M’lady’ he smirked
You climbed and as soon as he sat down in the car, you pulled on his shirt and grabbed his hair. He instantly pulled you on top of him and started to unzip your dress. You put his other hand on your ass and whispered into his ear ‘Maybe we should wait for that part when we’re alone.’
He chuckled to himself but pressed his soft, plump lips against your shoulders, slowly making his way up your neck
‘But how can I resist such a delicious thing like you’ he mumbled
‘You’ve waited this long…I’m sure you can wait a bit longer’ you whispered while gently licking your lips.
And before you knew it the cab pulled up to the kerb where your apartment was. Jungkook signalled to his pockets and you giggled as you realised he needed his wallet. You jumped out the cab and impatiently waited for this beautiful creature to hurry up. You couldn’t wait for him to do you right. You’ve been waiting for this day for what felt like years. He finished paying the driver, stepped out and immediately flung you over his shoulders.
‘You’re going to take way too long to walk to the lifts, I’ll take you there myself’
You started laughing while playfully hitting him. You got to the lifts and as soon as the doors opened he put you down and pressed you against the wall.
‘You’ve been a bad girl tonight you know’
‘Well then show me how I should behave’ you teased back gently stroking his face
You reached your floor and he flung you over his shoulders again. When he reached your door he already knew where the spare key was. He slowly kneeled down and retrieved the key from under the map. Hastily, he opened the door, walked in, slammed it shut and started striding towards your bedroom.
‘And now…for the fun part’
He half chucked half placed you onto your bed and climbed ontop you. As your dress was already unzipped, he gently started to take each strap off and slid your dress off of your body. He then leant in towards your inner thigh. He licked his lips first and started to kiss every part of your skin there. He slowly started making his way up, but then came across the barrier that was your knickers. He bit into them and started sliding them off maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. As soon as he was done, he went back to finish the job.
He steadily made his way towards your clit and although he was not fully touching you, you could feel his lips lingering over. You grabbed his hair instantly as to pull him up, but he growled back. ‘Today you’ve been a bad girl, going off with guys you’re not supposed to be with’
You licked your upper lip as he continued and finally, he delved his tongue into your pussy, tasting every bit of your juices. Your hands grasped onto his hair even more and you let out a moan. And to your surprise, he went even further in, and kissing the lips of your pussy between every flick of his tongue. And between every lick and every kiss, you felt weaker and weaker but never felt more alive. He made sure to go slow. He wanted to savour every taste and every moment he had with you. You head jerked forward and he started to slow down. But you knew he wasn’t finished.
He made his way up your torso, nibbling on it bit by bit and he finally met with your breasts. Again he was met with the obstacle of your bra but already knew what to do. Without even trying, he unhinged the hooks and threw them off. He let his breath tickle over your breasts and then went on to gently kissing and sucking at them. You hooked your legs over his waists only to realise that you were the only one undressed.
‘It’s only fair if I try too,’ you breathed desparetly, while trying to flip him onto his back And he did just that. You went down on him and put his trousers zips in between your teeth, you slowly started to unzip them and you pulled back his trousers. You could see his bulge under his tight Calvin Klein boxers and bit your lip.
Immediately, you ripped them down and grabbed his waist and put straight away put his cock into your mouth. Your mouth hollowed during every suck and you could hear him gently moaning and could feel his nails raking through your hair. His breathe
‘I know’ You groaned back. His breathing started to go deeper and deeper while you putting his cock further into your mouth. You never would’ve guessed that it was this big, but still you wanted every taste of it, Savouring every bit of it with pleasure, with your wet saliva all over it. Your lips were red with pleasure and you glanced up only to see his head jerk back. He clenched onto your hair even tighter and tried to pull you up.
You slowly came to a stop and kissed his tip. But you both wanted more. You licked your way up his torso.
‘And now I need to treat a girl who’s been misbehaving tonight’
He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your stomach, slapped your ass and climbed onto your thighs. Every fibre f your being was set alight and you could feel electric shocks being sent down your body as you felt his skin touching yours
You could feel it slowly going in and him sinking into you but then he thrust harder and started to set a rhythm. You wanted to grab onto the headboard, but he stopped you. He set his hands onto your wrists and buried them into the pillows. You could feel his breath tingling on your shoulder blade and his tongue started to make way for his lips to viciously clasp your neck. You took a sharp breath while gripping the bedsheets. He bit your neck and then licked off the sweat that you were producing from this rhythm.
And then finally…You felt the world spinning on its axis as your mind dissolved into the world of pleasure. You hear him slowly panting but you let out a loud moan and you both finally release. He smacks your ass again and the bed finally stops shaking. He comes to join you lying down.
Two beautiful bodies lying next to each other on the bed, legs intertwined.
While simultaneously panting and breathing aloud together, Jungkook, slides his hand over your breasts and starts to play with your nipples.
‘And thats what happens to girls when they grind up against the wrong guy’
‘Maybe I should grind up against him harder next time’
You both chuckle and the rest of the night was something never to forget…
OHHHHHHH DEAAAAAARRRR LOOORRRRRRRRRRD. GUYS YOU ACTUALLY DON’T KNOW MY STRUGGLE WHILE WRITING THIS. To be absolutely honest, this was my first ever smut that I wrote completely. I still feel its pretty crap and hopefully my next couple of smuts will get better and bbetter.. Please leave some comments on how it went lol
‘I swear to God, James. One day I’m gonna be on the news for your murder’ Bucky had sat at your seat at the breakfast table again, after you had told him again and again that it was your seat.
‘Ohh harsh words from the short ass.’ You rolled your eyes at his attempt to hurt your feelings. ‘And don’t call me that’
‘What? James? Oh, James’ you continued saying his real name in different voice, mocking him. He retaliated by throwing daggers at you with his eyes.
‘I will be on the news for both your murders if you don’t stop’ Steve, who was reading a newspaper and had just finished his bowl of cereal, murmured at you. Loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough for you to listen.
Isn't it annoying that eren treats the scarf like a replaceable thing?
Eren never realized the meaning that scarf had to Mikasa. See, you have to look back at the night they first met. When Mikasa says that she’s cold, Eren doesn’t fully understand what she meant. He thinks she’s physically cold, not considering the idea that she was reference being cold on the inside, and it makes sense for him to throw a scarf over her head.
However, to Mikasa, it was a symbol, an invitation for her to start over, to have a second chance at life when she was pulled back from the brink of despair. it isn’t until chapter 50 that Eren learns what the scarf, and his motion of wrapping it around her head, meant to her.
So, no, i don’t think it’s annoying, I think its a really cool detail to add to make chapter 50 even more meaningful when we do get to it.