Relaxing off the clock, cause not everything in these two’s lives is about their janitorial jobs.

Bottle Blonde

Summary: Bucky has two people he cares for more than anything in this world. It’s just too bad that one of them is a little shit and the other is this close to kicking his ass. 
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1802
Warnings: Minor language, very tame.
A/N: Just an innocent little fic for Fluffy Friday, I hope you like it! ❤
I needed something to balance out the filth I have planned for Sinful Sunday. ;)

Originally posted by enochianess

Bucky didn’t like waiting. He’d been waiting for too many days already and his anxiety was starting to frustrate him. You and Steve had been out on a mission together for almost a week now. What made the situation worse was that you were on radio silence. Bucky knew he shouldn’t worry as much as he did but not knowing if you were okay was stressful for him. He knew you and Steve were more than capable of taking care of yourselves, of each other. But when it came to his best friend and his girlfriend, Bucky was a little paranoid. Sitting on the couch in the common room and tapping his foot incessantly wasn’t easing his stress at all.

But a few minutes ago, he finally got some news. Sam had come out of the comms room and told him that your mission was a success and the two of you were almost home.

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griffiee  asked:

So I absolutely love Bughead (who doesn't?) and I need more fanfics. Could you possibly write something where all of their friends don't approve of their relationship because Jughead doesn't seem to care but it slowly grows on them as the relationship goes on?

Thanks so much! I Got you!

Betty and jughead, the oddest pair to walk Riverdale halls since Dilton Doiley had landed that model from Sweden.

Jughead Jones was all types of dark and moody, keeping his head down and a permanent grimace on his usually grumpy face, Betty Cooper on the other hand, was sunshine wrapped up in a pretty blonde bottle, always willing to lend a hand or a smile to absolutely anyone.

So when the pair came out to the school as a couple, the response was not positive. Almost everyone would awkwardly stare at Betty when she clung to jugheads arm chatting his ear off as he nodded absently. and when he showed up at football games, lurking in the corners to watch her cheer they were both on the receiving end of some disapproving stares. The support their relationship received left nothing to be desired.

Veronica lodge was no exception, she had pulled Betty out of her booth at pops shooting Jughead a challenging look, as archie slid in across from him. Dragging Betty to the counter, she placed a comforting hand on her best friends shoulder.

“Betty, we have to talk.”

Raising a brow, Betty quirked an unamused smile

“I kinda caught that when you dragged me away from my boyfriend. What’s up?”

“It’s about Jughead..”

“No.” Betty cut her off

Pleading eyes caught Betty’s

“Betty just listen.”

“No. I’m not doing this with you, you’re my best friend v and I love you, but we are not discussing my relationship, we’ve already done this countless times.” Betty turned to leave by Ronnie grabbed her wrist.

“You deserve someone who cares about you, someone who actually wants to be with you, I love Jughead too Betty, but he isn’t made for relationships. You know that.” Shaking her head, Betty leaned against the counter. While Veronica was grilling the blonde, archie had taken it upon himself to share his opinions with jughead.

“She’s a great girl, betty I mean.” Archie said anxiously

Jugheads face turned to stone

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m dating her.” His tone was even and calculated as he stared the red head in the eyes.

“Is that why?” Archie challenged.

Placing his burger on his plate Jughead leveled Archie

“What’s that supposed to mean ..pal?”

Archie looked serious now, no longer nervous just concerned.

“Look jug, you’re my best friend but so is Betty and people… well people are talking. They’re saying you’re only dating Betty because you feel bad, you don’t really care about her, you just owe her for getting your dad a job.”

Jugheads knuckles turned white as he clutched the table so tight he thought he might splinter the wood.

“Me and Betty don’t pay attention to gossip, we know how we feel and that’s what matters.”

Archie shook his head , unconvinced

“does she?” his eyes moved to the blonde walking over to the table the raven haired girl shaking her head as they reached the two boys.

“Juggie, can you walk me home, I’m not feeling too well.” Betty said quietly. He just nodded, stuffing his text book in his bag and grabbing her water bottle. He placed his hand on the small of her back, gently shoving her to the door.

“I’ll see you guys at school.” She threw over her shoulder.

As soon as they hit the street, Jughead grabbed her backpack out of her hands and thread his fingers through hers. She smiled at him weakly and he returned it giving her fingers a squeeze.

“Are you really feeling sick or just sick of our annoying friends?”

She giggled “a little bit of both, I think I’m just tired is all, Alice cooper has decided her youngest daughter can not get Bs so the studying has been upped quite a bit.” She leaned into his shoulder as they walked.

“Well Jughead jones has decided his girlfriend can get whatever grades she wants as long as she gets the appropriate amount of sleep.” He said raising a brow at her as she twisted to see his face.

Reaching up she pressed her lips to his and they fell into familiar conversation about their plans for this weekend, too soon they arrived at her door and his hands went to her waist, he took a deep breathe ducking his eyes to meet hers

“I love you, you know that right?“he asked seriously

She smiled her heartbreakingly gorgeous smile, eyes lighting up as she placed her hands on his cheeks

"I know. I love you too, so much.”

When they kissed, he felt the same warm, safe essence of home that was purely Betty. He felt her getting more and more passionate and he could the moan that escaped his lips. Sliding his hands lower in her hips he tugged her center to his. Gasping into his mouth as his lips moved to her neck, nipping lightly

“Juggie” she whispered

“Betty.” He returned, panting slightly in her ear

All too soon the familiar porch light turned on and he knew Hal had heard the pair.

“Okay Juliet, time to return to your tower.” He said pecking her lips one more time.

She giggled moving to the door, “I’ll see you tommorow Romeo.” He turned throwing her a wink and a lazy wave. Before she called his name causing him to turn back.

“We’re okay. We always are.” She smiled showing off her pearly whites.

He laughed and returned her smile

“We’re okay. We always are.”


The next day at school, the pair was greeted by the familiar, questioning stares and the faces of their friends.

Cheryl was ranting about the fact that one of the vixens had dyed their hair pink.

“Our uniforms are blue! Blue! No one can pull off pink hair, literally no one.”

“I bet Betty could.” Everyone’s eyes snapped to Jughead who was smiling down at the blushing blonde connected to his arm. Looking up he noticed everyone’s eyes on his and shrugged “s'true”

Who knew Jughead could be cute? Veronica sure didn’t, And by the looks on everyone else’s face they didn’t either.

The cute just kept happening and Veronica and Archie were certainly confused.

At lunch Betty had started coughing, choking on the apple she was eating. Jughead had nearly broken an ankle reaching for the water in his bag, after she had calmed down he was rubbing her back soothingly “no more apples for you” he had said dropping a quick kiss to her lips.

During free period, they had all decided to hang out in the blue and gold office. Leaning back on the couch Veronica close to Archie, Kevin had started laughing.

“I’m guessing this is jugheads station.” The desk was covered in a mess of paperwork and food wrappers but what caught the most attention was the framed picture of Betty and jughead as kids, sitting in a tree house holding hands displayed proudly amongst the mess.
Archie chuckled “is this Betty’s doing?” He gestured towards the photo.

Jughead shook his head

“No I put that there. It’s my desk.”

It went quiet in the tiny office, minus Cheryl’s declaration of

“That’s hashtag cute.”

Archie and Veronica shared a glance.

The final straw was when, the group was walking home. Archie had asked Jughead to come over and play video games with him. Betty was wrapped up in his jacket and she went to take it off, She lived next door so it wasn’t that far a walk to brave the cold. Jughead immediately placed his hands on her shoulders keeping the jacket firmly in place.
“I don’t think so. Keep it on, it’s cold out. Don’t need you getting sick, I’ll pick it up tonight.” Then with a smile he was walking into the Andrews house.

An hour later Veronica was laying in Betty’s bed reading the newest glamour magazine, her brain on something entirely different

“What was with jughead today?” She blurted out

Betty looked up from painting her toes, a confused expression on her face.

“What do you mean? He seemed fine to me.”

Veronica shook her head

“No I mean he’s fine, it’s just he was extra… lovey today.”

Smiling gently at her friend Betty turned back to her toes.

“He’s always like that, you just never payed attention before.”

Staring at the beautiful blonde girl next door in front of her, she couldn’t help but think

Maybe Betty was right, maybe she just wasn’t looking hard enough.

Love hides in mysterious places.

Things about TAZ that everyone pretty much agreed on that I love (From what i have seen personally)

- Magnus has a cute lil red handkerchief around his neck.

- Merle wears socks w/ sandels

- Kravitz, who is described as strikingly handsome, is depicted as a beautiful black man 90% of the time and if not that, a dark-skinned POC the other 10%.

- Taako is a trans man 

- Chaalupa

- Magnus is a BIG BEEFY BOY, and I mean BIG.

- Merle wears Hawaiian shirts.

- Merle is Dad. 

- If Taako’s blond, boy’s a bottle blond.

- Angus, who is smart and kind and clever, is almost always depicted as being black.

- Killian is SWOL AF.

- Elves ears can move A LOT. 

- The Director says everything, and I mean everything,  with the most deadpan expression ever. 

Feel free to add. 


•Make it Alone•
Total Au story that I’m currently obsessed with!

“There are children on this street.”

“I just don’t see how this is legal.”

“And so young too, such a shame he was brought up that way.. but still.”

Jughead Jones shifted in his seat at the old fashioned Diner, blatantly ignoring the not so subtle whispers aimed his way. The flashing Neon sign reflected in his coffee cup, Pops it was called. He could feel the stabbing glares against his back as he slid a five dollar bill across the counter and gave a weak smile to the older man in charge. The dark haired 25 year old said a silent prayer of thanks that he was able to make it out the front door without having any food pelted at him, it was a welcome change from the last town he had moved to.

He hit the sidewalk and instantly shoved his hands in his pockets, fingers curling bitterly around the fabric of his jeans, a habit that had stuck with him from the long years he spent locked away in jail.

That’s right, he was a convicted felon, just recently removed from the Federal penitentiary
Facility in New York after the truth of his conviction was revealed. The time he spent in Rikers had been straight out of a horror novel, everything they said about jail? It was all true and Jughead Jones had lived through it all.
It’s what brought him here to Riverdale, The town with Pep, well.. atleast that’s what his real estate agent had said.

He made his way down the twisted roads that led to his house, it was tucked away, hidden behind the town exactly the way he wanted it. The only neighbor he had was the house just a few feet away from his, it was painted Sunshine yellow and had more flowers planted in the front yard then he had ever seen in his life. Jughead had been living in his new home now for five days and had yet to see a single sign of the person who owned the yellow house, well that was until today.

He stood awkwardly in his driveway as he watched the tiny blue beetle pull in. The first thing he saw was children, a set of twins to be exact, they came tumbling out of the car, pulling each other’s hair and shouting at each other.

“Fantastic.” Jughead mumbled, his realtor had promised no children or frat teens. The next person to emerge was a blonde woman a few years older than him, her hair was pushed back with a head band and she was clearly pregnant,

“Boys!” She called out to the quarreling children.

They instantly stopped fighting and stared up at their mother with apologetic faces.

He heard her before he saw her, a voice so sweet it could have been dipped in honey

“Oh Polly come on, they’re just playing! We’ve been cooped up in a car for three days after visiting mom! I’m feeling a little rambunctious myself” she hopped out.

The most beautiful woman Jughead had ever seen in his entire life. An angel for sure, honey wheat hair and sea green eyes followed by full lips and sun kissed skin, Jughead let his eyes travel down her body taking in the soft white dress she wore and the long toned legs that followed. Her laugh rang out through the front yard as she picked up the tinier of the twins and swung him around in her arms.

The older blonde simply rolled her eyes and leaned against the car, a playful smile on her lips

“As much as we’d like to stay and play Reggie is waiting for us at home and this pregnant mama needs her man.”

Betty nodded, pulling the twin boys closer to her chest and squeezing

“I had a great time this week boys! What do you say tommorow you take me out for ice cream, my treat.” She winked and Jughead felt his heart ache at the soft way she spoke and the adoration she had in her eyes as she looked at her older sisters stomach. There was a story to his new neighbor and he loved a good story.

As Polly piled her kids in the car she turned to the leggy blonde and pressed a kiss to her cheek

“Please call me tonight, I know this weekend was… a lot.. but I’m here for you okay.”

Jughead felt his shoulders tense, he was zoning in on a personal moment and it felt wrong, he turned to head to his front door when he heard tire against pavement. Daring one final glance back he inhaled sharply when his eyes met the new shade of green that was sure to be his favorite.

Her smile got wider when she noticed him looking, she lifted a tiny hand and waved excitedly.

Jugheads eyes widened and he whipped himself back around slamming into his house and locking the door, leaving a slightly confused and frowning blonde right next door

What was he thinking watching her like that? She was trouble wrapped up in a perfect blonde bottle.

She looked like sunsets and milkshakes and freshly printed books all wrapped in a tiny white dress and he.. well he looked like what he was… a murderer.

He shook his head aggressively taking cautious steps to the kitchen and dropping down in front of his laptop. He wouldn’t have to pay her any attention, he rarely left the house anyway typically only for food and coffee but there was always takeout and as for coffee… well he would just have to figure that out another day. He could avoid her, who cares that she was his neighbor, who cares that she was the only human life form for miles, he didn’t have time to get messed up with Pretty blonde girls with haunting green eyes.

Opening his emails he groaned audibly, another three angry subjected emails from his editor. The only way Jughead was affording his home was because people were already pre ordering his upcoming novel, a tell all about his life in prison and what brought him there. He had to finish the book eventually and the publishing company was getting restless, but they didn’t understand, they didn’t know what it felt like to relive all that horrible time and then to just simply write it down. It was hard and it was painful. But.. he had to pay the bills and his therapist had said it was a good idea to write it out, besides Jughead loved writing he already had two books published, unfortunately all that money went to legal bills.

Cracking his knuckles Jughead began typing.

Two hours later His eyes were burning and his fingers were sore when he heard the soft knocking coming from his front door.

Grabbing the bat that stood against the door frame Jughead took a heavy breath. It may be more threats, he shuddered remembering the half dead pigeon that had been left on his apartment door the day he got out of prison. He swung his front door open quickly. Instead of fighting bloody animals and hand painted threats he saw only a large plate of chocolate chip cookies with a note pinned to the top, glancing around he only saw bare woods, he reached for the note.

“Hi neighbor, it’s nice to (informally) meet you, if you need any help getting adjusted just give me a knock, I’m right next door! Welcome to Riverdale Jughead Jones- Betty Cooper”

Jugheads eyes widened, she knew who he was? She knew his name? She knew who he was and she was still baking him cookies? He picked one up and sniffed it suspiciously before taking a hesitant bite. The minute the cookie hit his tongue he let out an in Involuntary groan

“Oh shit.”

Yeah avoiding Betty Cooper was going to be harder than he thought.

Notice Me!

“You’re home pretty late.”

“What are you, the ‘Neighbourhood’s Watch’?”

Genre: Fluff (and like teen drama lmao)

Pairing: Teacher!Jungkook x Reader, BadBoy!Yoongi x Reader

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‘Look at me.’

Jungkook stepped towards you and you felt the gap between your bodies shorten. Your eyes were still glued on your black shoes which were violently tapping against the polished tiles. Your reflection blinked back at you, eyes filled with anxiety. Without saying another word, you could hear Jungkook mutter something under his breath.


Warm hands grasped onto your chin and your eyes widened. Swiftly he lifted your face, eyes inches away from yours. Jungkook’s fingers burned into your skin as your hands grabbed onto the edges of the seat. His eyes were the same brown as before only now, a certain wave of frustration surged through them. You had felt the lump in your throat wash away with a slow gulp. Your eyes had quickly darted elsewhere, resting on the window behind him. Birds flew across the afternoon sky without a care in the world. The leaves stood still amongst the cool air. You wanted to avoid his gaze which continued to pierce through me. “Tell me the truth (Y/N),” he said, “why did you smoke?”

Looking back at him you couldn’t help but advert your stare to the small freckle below his lip. It could easily be invisible far away, however, you were merely centimetres away from Jungkook. You could map out every feature of his face. You silently wished he couldn’t see the red hue rising in your cheeks. Jungkook sighed from the lack of response, tugging your face closer towards him. You let out a little yip and he chuckled. This was not a kid-friendly sight. Here you are, body glued against a plastic chair as Jungkook loomed over you, his body slightly hunching as he bends down to your eye level. A chunk of brown hair fell upon his forehead, eyes still narrow. You held your breath as he continued to cusp your skin as he demanded, “Answer me.”

The first time you ever got in trouble, you were seven. You remember playing outside picking wild flowers at the edge of the school with my friends. Bending down, you would pluck each little daisy, snapping them from its stem. By the time lunch had ended you would all have your own small bunch of wild flowers buried in your arms. An array of oranges and yellows filled the classroom as you would give them out to our classmates. You remember the sun shining especially bright that spring day, as you played around with your friends laughing for no particular reason. You remember the look Ms. Byun had on her face when you walked up to her with dirt smeared on my cheek, one wild daisy in your hands just for her. 

“(Y/N) don’t pick the school flowers!” she scolded, raising her voice. “You’re all dirty too, what would your parents think?” She said, dusting off the clumps of dirt that had clung onto your blue dress. You remember the class staring at you in front of the classroom. In the corner of your eyes, your friends looked at you with worried faces. Small patches of dirt were glued to their socks and arms as they hid their daisies underneath their desks.

“Did you do this all by yourself?” Ms. Byun asked, pulling up your scrunched up socks. Turning back to her, the class was quiet as you nodded firmly with a smile.

She sighed, pulling a loose strand of hair behind you ear, “Don’t do that again.”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a frown, eyebrows also furrowing.

“I’m frustrated,” you said, shifting in your seat, “It was a onetime thing anyway.” Your eyes continued to linger on his. He snickered and let go of his grasp, his fingerprints almost leaving a stain on your skin. The ghost of his touch continued to nip at your flesh as your teacher leaned against his desk in front of you, hands slipping into his pockets. You watched as he crossed his ankles and tapped his fingers along the oak desk he rested on. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“You reek of smoke for it to only be a onetime cigarette,” he said.

“And how would you know?” you replied hastily as you let your eyes roll over.

“Remember who you’re speaking to (Y/N).” Jungkook snapped back.

Your lips shut quickly, returning your attention back to the open windows. The energy seeping off him was foreign to you. You had wondered what had gotten into him. One day he’ll be walking you to the station and the next he’ll be scolding you for something you didn’t even do. Instantly, Yoongi’s face came into mind. His empty gaze and lazy grin had filled your thoughts and you couldn’t control the frown on your face. It was all his fault.

Jungkook sighed as he massaged the back of his neck, “I don’t know why you’re acting like this,” he said, “This is so unlike you (Y/N).”

You lifted an eyebrow as you adjusted yourself in your seat, one leg crossing over the other. You didn’t miss the look Jungkook gave you as he shot a glance at your skirt which crept further up your thigh. You didn’t care. You scoffed, “Unlike me?” you chuckled, “Mr. Jeon you’re not my father. Don’t scold me like I’m a baby.”

“Well you’re definitely acting like one.” He shot back, laughing in a mocking tone. Jungkook pushed himself off the desk and made his way behind it. He sat down with a soft thump, his back pressed against the leather seat as his eyes closed momentarily. He reached his hand towards his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ah,” he sighed, “What am I going to do?”

It was getting late as the sun had already begun to set from the sky. You wondered how long this would take as Jungkook clicked open a pen to start scribbling down onto a piece of paper. Silently, you fiddled with your skirt unconsciously, watching the colours of the sky fade from pink to lilac. You glanced at the small clock above the staff room door.


You had been at school longer than usual. If it weren’t for the unusual confrontation that had occurred behind the library, you would have been at home relaxing. Eating dinner. Taking a nice warm shower. Talking to Joy on the phone. Never in a million years had you expected to be in this situation before you. Getting scolded by your attractive young teacher for smoking with an equally attractive bottled blonde classmate. You snicker to yourself and Jungkook raised his head from his paper to glance at you, “What’s funny?”

You hesitated, fiddling with your skirt, “Nothing,” you muttered, “It’s just crazy to think this is my life right now.”

The look Jungkook had responded with was one filled with genuine curiosity. Quietly, he picked up his glasses and slipped them on before he looked back down, jotting down a few more notes. Moments of silence flew pass before Jungkook had finished writing down the last of his notes. You watched him. He had a different look to him when he was concentrated. A mature aura had appeared around him as his broad shoulders hunched down to his desk. Your eyes followed every seam of his white button up. The black tie was held down by a tiny gold tie bar. Mr. Jeon had a face of an idol and a body of a model. Every time he walks down the hallway girls would follow him relentlessly. When he taught P.E, the boys grew rowdy every time Jungkook scored a goal. Since the first day he had arrived, you had never encountered a student that didn’t like Jungkook.

Except for Yoongi.

You recalled the words that he had drily coughed out a few hours ago. You recall the way his eyes glazed over to you with blonde hair spiking out of every direction,

“He’s a jerk.”

“How do you know?” you ask.

“I just know.” He replied.

Clearing your throat, you turned towards Jungkook, “Why did you ask me to tutor Yoongi?” you blurted, “Why not Taehyung or Wendy?”

Lifting his head from his cluttered desk Jungkook glanced at you before he continued to sort out different coloured sheets of paper on his desk. You were slightly taken aback by the amount of files stacked in front of him. Jungkook worked hard, there was no doubt to it. He pushed his chair back, the wheels rolling against the tiles. Opening a drawer from beneath his desk, he slipped a sheet of pink paper into a folder. “When I asked Yoongi who was the best at English,” he mumbled, straightening and stapling a stack of blue papers, “he told me it was you.”

You stiffened under Jungkook’s words, “Me?”

Jungkook nodded, “I did tell him that he would be better off being taught by Taehyung,” he said, “but for some reason he only agreed to be tutored if it were you.” Jungkook reached out in front of him to place his pen back into its metal cup before turning back towards you. He propped his elbows on top of the table, his chin resting on top of his intertwined fingers. The slim, gold wires of his glasses rested loosely on his cheeks. He let out a small smile, “Looks like someone has a little crush on you, (Y/N).”

Jungkook didn’t ignore the clench in your jaw that had formed from his words. His smirk only grew. It wasn’t until his eyes trailed down to your short skirt accompanied by your exposed thighs crossed in front of him. It was then he stood up from his chair and stepped towards you once more. Without warning, Jungkook’s fingers reached for the hem of your skirt.


With one firm tug, he pinched down the length of your skirt. The fabric pulled and covered your thighs, ending at your knees. Quickly, you swatted his hands away as your legs uncrossed.

“How many times do I have to tell you to fix your skirt?” he scolded.

You stood up from your seat after what seemed like forever. You winced at the spark of pain that hit your lower back from it. Nevertheless you stood in front of your teacher, the space in between you two significantly smaller as Jungkook stayed in his place. His breath fanned your face softly, smelling like mint gum. “I like wearing it like that,” You say to which Jungkook grinned. You wanted to slap it off his cheeks.

“For Yoongi?” he teased.

The words that had slipped from Jungkook’s mouth into the open air of the teacher’s staff room had frozen you into ice. Who was the person standing before you? Your eyes never left his, searching for the answer. Nothing. Jungkook’s gaze was only filled with a sense of pride you couldn’t understand. You grit your teeth, “Are we done here?”

Jungkook nodded and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off his body into yours. You scoffed, shoving your bag onto your shoulders before turning towards the door. Jungkook watched as your heels scraped against the floors, the whole school silent. You reached for the handle and swung the door open. However before you made your way out into the hallway you stopped. Craning your neck over your shoulder you looked at Jungkook with frustration painted all over your face, “Yoongi was right,” you said.

Jungkook turned his body towards you, one hand casually in his pocket. The other hand raked through his messy hair. “About what, exactly?” he asked. His voice was now raspy from the amount of times he had raised it at you. You ignored the twitch in your vein by the sound of it. You gulped.

“You are a jerk.”

To this Jungkook nodded slowly, placing his other hand back into his pockets. “Looks like the both of you have a lot in common (Y/N),” he wondered, clicking his tongue as he looked up towards the blinding ceiling light. He wore a pondering expression, “You both like to lie.” You let out an incredulous laugh but before you could retort back, Jungkook had already spoken, “I know Yoongi was with you behind the library.”

You didn’t know how to reply. Before any thought could manifest in your mind, your teacher decided to walk towards you. Anxiety had started to bubble within your stomach as a familiar feeling began buzzing in your veins. You quickly peeked your head out, turning to the corridors which were silent and empty. It was getting late. Turning your head back, you gasped as Jungkook grasped his hand onto your arm, pulling you back inside.


Jungkook closed the door behind you and you felt your body roughly press against the door. Your head bumped into the wood causing you to wince. You let out a breath as you could feel the heat simmering from your legs upwards. Eyes shooting open, you come face to face with Jeon Jungkook. Your breath hitched, throat dry. Quickly you raised a hand to push him away however Jungkook’s hand wrapped around your wrist, holding it against the door, face inches away from yours. Strands of his hair had brushed at your forehead, your lips tucked between your teeth.

“Why did you lie?” Jungkook ask.

You didn’t reply.

“Answer me.” Jungkook said, his lips so close to yours. His shadow covered your face as he held himself up with an arm pressed against the door, the other still gripped onto your wrist. You felt your knees tighten together. He smelt like peppermint and wood.

“I don’t know,” you murmured.

It wasn’t a lie that time. You honestly did not know why you had covered yourself for the rude blonde you had discovered smoking behind the school library. You barely knew Yoongi. He had done nothing for you. If anything, this whole situation could all be traced back to him. You internally sighed in frustration, cursing him. Jungkook remained quiet. He looked at you carefully. Your eyes were hard as you glared at your teacher. Jungkook watched as you darted out your pink tongue, swiping against your dry bottom lip. He watched your eyes shifted from left to right, a question playing within your mind.

“What is it?” Jungkook asked, his body still close to yours.

You wanted to ask him about the train. You wanted to ask Jungkook what he had said and what he had meant. You wanted to know why your teacher was pressed up against you like this. You wanted to shout at him and demand for the answers to the questions you had spent nights wondering. You wanted to ask him everything you could think of. But nothing could escape your lips. No oxygen had manifested the words you wanted to confess. You remain wedged between the staff room door and your teacher, Jeon Jungkook.

“Nothing, Mr. Jeon,” you reply.

You caught a glimpse at the way Jungkook’s jaw clenched for a second, his hand losing its grip against yours. You pressed your hands against his chest and for a second you had felt the silky white fabric of his dress shirt before pushing him off yourself. Strands of hair covered your face as you quickly brushed them behind your ears. Without a word you opened the door and slipped through the opening.

“I meant it, (Y/N).”

You stopped in your tracks and Jungkook didn’t move. You stood silently, back facing him. Had he read your mind? You couldn’t look at him. Not with a thousand electric bolts running up and down your spine. Jungkook remained on the other side of the door frame, his teeth gnawing down at his lips. He hesitated for a second, lifting a shoe to taking a step forward. He shook his head, planting his feet back down.

“I really did mean it.” He said.

Nails dug into the fleshy meat of your palms, “What are you talking about?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

He sucked his teeth, “(Y/N).”

Your knees buckled at the sound of his voice. It was as if his tongue was made out of velvet. You wanted to hear him say your name over and over again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you ruffled the back of your hair roughly. Without another word you reached behind, wrapping one hand around the door knob. You pulled, letting it slam behind you as you ran off into the hallway.

“You’re home pretty late.”

Jungkook looked up at the voice from the bottom of the stairs and sighed, “Yeah, well,” he said as he started to climb up, “Who’s fault was that?” he muttered. His black dress shoes tapped against the stairs one by one, leaving an echo dissipating into the air. It was dark outside, only the small lights along the roof illuminated the pathway to his door. His body was tired after today’s events.

Jungkook scrunched up his face at the sight of the figure waiting outside quietly, “What are you, the ‘Neighbourhood’s Watch’?”

The figure laughed drily as it leaned against the concrete wall of the apartment building. His head covered in a black hoodie as small strands of hair poked out from a baseball cap. Jungkook avoided the glare sent his way as he made his way over to his apartment door. The figure continued to stand in silence, his attention shifting to the city night. Countless lights of red, green and yellow spread across the horizon like confetti. Various cars swirled around the highway like ants on the pavement. Reaching down into his pocket, Jungkook grasped onto his keys as he wriggled it into the door knob. The figure watched in the corner of their eyes, amused.

“Everything alright, Jungkook?” they chuckled, hands buried into the front of their hoodie pockets. The figure then pushed themselves off the wall, rolling their body so their shoulder pressed against it instead. “Don’t tell me you and (Y/N) had a little fight,” they laughed. Not bothering to reply, the elder twisted the doorknob and swung open the door. Nothing but an empty dark apartment had greeted him and he sighed. Bending down, Jungkook placed his bag by the door. Turning towards the figure, he frowned.

“Stop smoking.”

The shadow watched in amusement at his frustration. Lazily, he pulled out a small box from his pocket. Jungkook watched silently as the figure proceeded to fetch out one cigarette, lighting it between his lips. The smoke swirled in the air and around Jungkook’s figure. He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You really have no shame, huh?” he asked. The rhetorical question hung in the air, clinging to the familiar scent of tobacco and cologne. Yoongi shrugged, leaning his back against the wall once more. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, tugging at his roots in frustration. In his mind, a repeat of (Y/N)’s heated face played over and over again. Her angry gaze. Her reddened cheeks. The short skirt she had relentlessly pulled up against her thighs. The images continued to pour over his frantic mind.

“Stop pulling (Y/N) into whatever it is you’re up to,” Jungkook warned. By this point, Jungkook was facing towards the slightly shorter figure, his hands hidden into his pockets. “She’s a good kid.”

Yoongi let out a laugh, tossing the half smoked cigarette onto the ground, “And who are you to tell me what to do?” He asked, stepping onto the ashes with his white sneakers.

“I’m still your teacher Min Yoongi,” Jungkook snapped back, “I can easily make (Y/N) stop tutoring you,” he said, “Besides, you should start learning how to work for yourself.” 

At the sound of his words the student next door stepped towards Jungkook. In one firm motion he tugged down his hoodie revealing dark eyes shielded from strands of creamy blonde hair. Jungkook stared down at him with a glint of pride upon his eyes. The two continued to stare at each other, tempting one another to break the silence. Yoongi clicked his tongue, turning back to the door a meter away from Jungkook’s. The other watched as his hand wrapped around the doorknob, pushing the wooden door open. Before stepping inside, Yoongi turned his head towards Jungkook with a smirk laced on his face.

“I like (Y/N),” he said, “There’s nothing you can do to change that.”

With that, Yoongi stepped inside his apartment and closed the door shut beside him. Only the ghost of his cigarette mushed in front of Jungkook’s feet was left out in the open. Slowly, Jungkook inhaled deeply as he tried to calm himself down. Shaking his head he stepped inside his apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

You hadn’t seen Yoongi for a while. In the midst of a sea of students you weren’t able to spot the blonde anyway. His seat was empty for a couple of days. This wasn’t the first time he had disappeared. Every now and then he would take it upon himself to not come to school for days at a time. Today was no exception. Entering the front of the school gates with Namjoon, you couldn’t help but ask him about it. Leather shoes grazed against the concrete as you look up at him, “Hey,” you say softly, “Have you seen Yoongi around?”

The taller boy cocked his head to the side with a response in mind. However, as his lips parted you could see a flash of hesitation run through his eyes. Namjoon ruffled the back of his head, “I don’t know,” he said, “You know how he is,” he laughed. 

You nodded slowly, trying to figure out what your friend was hiding. “Don’t you hang out at his place?” you asked.

Namjoon shook his head as the curiosity continued to rise within you. “I’ve never been to his new place ever since he moved further into the city,” he explained. The school started to fill up with more students chattering as you try to catch up with Namjoon’s long strides. Before you could ask any more questions, Namjoon stopped in his tracks and flashed you a dazzling smile.

“Don’t worry (Y/N)!” he grinned. Your eyes caught the small dimples embedded in his tan cheeks, “Yoongi always comes around.”

“Kim Namjoon!”

Both of your bodies turned towards the school entrance only to find Taehyung and Jimin making their way through the school gates. The brown haired boy swung an arm around the smaller, rattling his shoulder as he whispered something into his ear. You scrunch your nose at the look Taehyung gave you. He smirked, winking at the sight of your face, “Good morning (Y/N).” Jimin gave you a small smile. Lifting a hand you gave him a soft wave before he was dragged off by Taehyung. 

Namjoon sighed, shaking his head. He turned towards you, “I’ll see you later?” You nodded, waving as he jogged towards the two. The small bear keychain swung violently against his backpack and you couldn’t control the small laugh that escaped you. You truly were friends with the weirdest people around.

It was a Friday and you couldn’t be any happier to let the school week come to an end. As you made your way into the school building, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at a couple by the entrance. You watched quietly as the girl bent over, laughing at something the boy was saying. His hand naturally grabbed onto hers as he smiled down at her widely. Before lingering any longer, you continued to walk into the school corridors, your mind spinning. It had been an eventful couple of weeks. Jungkook walking you to the train station. Tutoring Yoongi. Smoking with Yoongi behind the school library. Jungkook pressing you up against the door. Your chest pounded at the thought of facing any of them any further. “When can I escape this eternal hell?” you groan to yourself, hands clamping down at the straps of your backpack. Craning your head down you puffed out your cheeks, making your way to your classroom.

 After school you had decided to walk Joy to work. The café a few blocks away from your school was a hot spot for high school students alike. You couldn’t recall the last time you had visited. “It has been a while hasn’t it?” you asked aloud, counting your steps one by one as you walked down the pavement. Joy confirmed your question with a hum as she walked by your side.

“You’ve been caught up with Yoongi and Mr. Jeon too much (Y/N),” she sang out, swinging her arms back and forth in front of her. You laughed at the way she had pouted, her red hair flowing behind her like satin ribbon. Shaking your head, you let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t even know what’s going on to be honest,” you said. Joy glanced at you before locking her arms around yours. You looked up from your feet as she gave you a smile. You felt the sun’s warmth seep through your skin as you wondered how lucky you were to have Joy by your side. “Would Mina let you have red hair?” you asked, referring to Joy’s manager. 

“She doesn’t mind,” Joy chirped, squeezing your arm tightly and you smiled.

The two of you continued to walk, looking left and right before crossing the street. Joy had insisted to take the ‘short cut’ which consisted of quiet neighbourhood streets and stray cats. You were surprised Joy had discovered the hidden route, however, it was peaceful and quiet- just the way you liked it. The afternoon sun had shone down brightly as Joy began talking about what had happened in her P.E class. Jungkook hadn’t shown up to coach the boys’ basketball team which shocked everyone.

“He’s never absent from school,” Joy pondered, her eyes focusing on a small white cat emerging from the neighbourhood shrubs. Its white coat stood out against the leafy greens as it laid silently on the footpath. You stopped in your tracks as Joy stepped cautiously towards the cat. Bending down, a small squeal of excitement erupted with her as she stroked her hand through the cat’s fur. It remained quiet, enjoying the warmth of your hands.

You remain motionless, “Jungkook wasn’t at school today?”

The red haired girl nodded, “He left a bit before lunch,” she explained, her attention drawn towards the cat, “Mr. Lee said he had an appointment.” You decided not to say anything else about the subject, making your way towards Joy and the cat she had decided to nickname ‘Cloudy’.

“How original,” you chuckled, bending down next to Joy as you scratched Cloudy’s fuzzy chin. It seemed to enjoy the endless affection the two of you were rendering as it lazily yawned. Its legs sprawled onto the concrete as its chubby body remained flat out in the sun.

Joy pouted at your comment, “It suits him!”

The café was buzzing as usual. The afternoon was its busiest time as everyone in town had finished work and school. This week’s Top 10 songs were playing through the speakers nuzzled within every corner of the shop. Sitting alone at a table, you sipped at your caramel macchiato as various strangers walked in and out of the glass door.

“Welcome to ‘Paradise Café’, what would you like?” Joy grinned, standing tall behind the register. You smile at the cute uniform. Her hair had matched the cherry red polo top and white skirt. From the corner of the café, you could spot her neon pink socks tucked underneath her clean white sneakers.

The customers, two girls from a neighbouring high school, glanced at each other before ordering, “Two vanilla milkshakes please!”

An hour had passed and the café continued to fill in with people as you felt your limbs ache for a shower. Eyes scanning the room you found Joy cleaning up a table, picking up numerous empty glasses and placing them on the tray in her other hand. Closing your book that you had read amongst the chaotic noise, you packed up your things and made your way over to Joy. “I’m heading back Joy,” you call out. Joy glanced over her shoulder and gave you an ‘okay’ with her pale fingers.  

Walking towards the door, you press your hand against the cool glass. Before stepping out onto the street, you heard Joy call out your name. She quickly stepped up to you, a mischievous gleam hidden in her eyes. Instantly, your eye brow quirked up, “Yes?”

Joy cautiously looked over her shoulder before pulling her phone out of the pocket of her apron. Without saying a word, the bright screen was pushed against your face. “Read it!” Joy said, a sense of thrill in her voice.

From: Park, Jimin

Hey Joy! There’s a party tomorrow night~ I know its last minute but you should come! Bring (y/n) too :)

From: Park, Jimin

You coming???

Blinking at the text messages, you had wondered when the two of them had exchanged numbers. Turning off her phone, she slipped the phone back into her pocket and returned back to the table behind her, wiping crumbs away with a damp green cloth. “Let’s go (y/n)!” she said, her back facing towards you. You stood by the door, thinking it over. From your lack of enthusiasm, Joy whined, “It will be fun!”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Fine, whatever.”

Turning back towards the door, you felt Joy wrap her hands around your waist. Her cheek pressed against the back of your blazer and you laughed. “Okay, get off!” you say, swatting away her arms. Waving goodbye, you step out of ‘Paradise Café’ and onto the streets. The giant neon rose glowed behind you reading the cafe’s name. You looked up into the fading sky as strangers pushed pass you. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you quietly walked through the crowded street alone.

Opening the bathroom door, clouds of steam followed you as you walked into you bedroom. You smiled to yourself happily, sighing at the feeling of your muscles in your body loosen and relax. You walked around your room, ruffling a yellow towel against your head. Soft music played from your laptop as you walked around your room. 


Glancing over your shoulder, you spot your phone lighting up against your pillow. The bed sheets sunk slightly as your body lowered onto the mattress, still drying your hair. Picking up your phone, you swipe it open.

Your eyes widened.

From: unknown number

Hey (Y/N) it’s Yoongi

From: unknown number

You coming tomorrow night?

I Like The Bartender - Yixing Smut

Word Count: 3,134
Contents: Smut
Characters: Reader x Zhang Yixing
Soundtrack: Moon U - GOT7

Originally posted by royalyeol

“‘Ey! Sweetheart! Come over here and pour me a drink babe!”

I closed my eyes to resist the urge to roll them. I took a deep breath before spinning on my heels and slapping a cheesy grin on my lips. I reminded myself that I had chosen a bartending gig for nights like this.

We were swamped. I had restocked my bar twice already, and I was dangerously close to loading everything up a third time. I had already sent my barback to the stock refrigerator to get me a few more cases and a keg of beer.

However, as slammed and irritated as I was, my tip jar was also on the verge of overflowing. I glanced at it to remind myself why I stuck with bartending.

“What can I getcha sir?” I rested my elbows on the bar. I made sure to press my arms against my chest so that my cleavage popped out of my low cut top a tiny bit. My red lace bra was peeking out as well. There was a reason my bar was always busy, and I felt no remorse behind my decision to flirt my way to my rent payment.

The man made no attempt to pretend like he was not staring straight at my chest.

“Well, a double whisky and coke and a night with you should suffice.” His friends roared as though he had just spoken the most incredible pick up line that they had ever heard. One pat him on the back and shouted, “smooth, Kris.”

There was no denying that he was handsome. His bottle-blonde hair was turned up into a perfect quiff. His deep eyes and smile screamed, “fuckboy.” If it had been my night off and I was not exceptionally annoyed with how he had just addressed me, I might have given him my number.

Alas, the circumstances were different.

“So a double whisky coke. That’ll be six bucks,” I said as I made the drink. I stuck a napkin on the bar and placed his drink on it.

“Do you have a tab or cash,” I asked, but he seemed to have other plans.

“How about, instead of six dollars, I give you my phone number and we call it even?” He teased the straw of his drink along his lips and winked at me.

I reached over and took the glass from his hand, leaving him with only the straw between his teeth and the surprised look on his face.

“It’s three dollar wells tonight. I poured you two shots in this glass. You owe me six and to quit harassing the staff and threatening to not pay for your drink, or I’ll have my buddy over there show you where people who don’t pay for drinks hang out. Here’s a hint. It’s outside with no re-entry.”

I nodded my head to the bouncer who was watching from the corner of the bar. He knew that I was capable of handling my own, but it was always nice to have him for a visual threat.

The guy named Kris rolled his eyes and threw a five and a one on the bar. I handed him his drink back and thanked him, my sweet demeanor back. He rolled his eyes and turned away, his group of friends in tow.

I shook my head and tossed the cash in my register.

When I turned back to the bar, I was surprised to see one of the guys had hung back.

“Sorry,” I apologized, “I thought y'all had left!”

He had a softer look about him. He had black hair that was shaved on the sides and pushed back. His eyes were kind and his smile formed adorable dimples in his cheeks.

“I wanted to say sorry for my friends back there. They tend to think they’re a lot cooler than they are when they drink,” he slid a few ones in the tip jar, “for having to put up with him.”

“Thank you! You really don’t have to do that-” but he raised a hand to cut me short.

“Let me,” he insisted.

“Okay. Fine. But only if you let me do this…” I reached down and poured another whisky coke, “this one is on the house. Thanks for being sweet.”

He smiled at me as he accepted the drink. Before he walked away, though, he threw a few more dollars in the tip jar.

“Come back and see me before the night is over,” I called after him.

“I bet you say that to every drunk guy who tips you well,” he called back, but not before turning and winking at me.

That wink sent butterflies flying through my stomach. I blinked my eyes a few time after him and then shook my head. I had work to do, and I could not let a handsome stranger throw off my groove for the night.

Periodically, he would catch my eye. He was in my line of sight as the other girls and I were doing our bit where we danced on the bar. Later, when I was running to the bathroom while my manager covered my bar, I had run directly into him. He had managed to catch me before I tumbled to the ground.

“Y'know,” he leaned in close to my ear, “I had hoped I would get to have my arms around you tonight, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting.”

I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm,but laughed. His sweet nature made his pick up line more genuine than threatening. I escaped his embrace, but before I jogged to the bathroom, told him, “I told you; come back to my bar later.”

As the night neared an end, and the dj called out “last call,” over the microphone, my bar started to pick up again. A line of people formed to close out tabs for the evening. It stayed formed until about thirty minutes after close.

The last person in my line happened to be the handsome, kind man from earlier.

“Dimples,” I greeted him as I began organizing my receipts, “I was positive you had left and forgotten about me.”

I pointed at a stool and poured him another drink. I waved the bouncer down and told him to not kick him out, as he was there on my invitation. Sometimes, being the head bartender had its perks. He nodded and walked away after he had realized that he did not need to chase the guy from my bar.

“Yixing, since you asked,” Dimples said as he took a drink.

“(Y/N), but I think I’m going to stick to Dimples.”

He laughed. It was a light and airy laugh that made it impossible not to smile.

“So, your friends aren’t going to worry about you, are they?” I started counting my register. I had become good at multi tasking, so holding a conversation while counting bills wasn’t difficult for me anymore. I made sure to face them all the same direction, something I knew was a pet peeve of my boss’ if it was not properly done.

“Nah,” he took another sip of his drink, “they found a group of girls actually willing to fall for Kris’ charm. They were going back to our apartment to play beer pong. They seemed exceptionally unphased when I told them I would catch up with them later.”

Yixing shrugged as I asked, “what? Not enough girls for everyone, so you’re stuck here?”

I was teasing, but he smirked and said, “I think there’s a song that better describes it,” and proceeded to sing, “I like the bartender,” by T-Pain. I laughed and threw a handful of napkins at him.

We continued to carry small talk while I closed up my bar. I traded my tips for bigger bills and gave the bar one final wipe down before turning back to him.

“I appreciate you keeping me company!” I wanted to leave the ball in his court to see if he would ask me to hang out.

Luckily, he did.

“Hey,” he started as we began to walk out of the bar and into the parking lot, “I really don’t think that I want to go home to a house party. Are you hungry after a long shift like that?”

I nodded and clutched my stomach, “I’m starved! I’m practically withering away!”

Yixing chuckled at my dramatics.

“There’s this great taco place that’s 24 hours. They have these smothered burritos…” but I cut him off.

“I know exactly where you’re talking about! Josie’s! Of 19th!”

He nodded and I offered to drive and bring him back to his car later since he had been drinking.

When we walked in, I made my way back to the corner booth without waiting to be sat. Yixing looked surprised, but followed me. We sat down, and my favorite waitress made her way over with two glasses of water and two cups of coffee.

“Thanks, Marie,” I smiled at her as she walked away.

“So you’re a regular, then,” Yixing asked, “and you drink coffee at nearly 3 am?”

I tore open a sugar packet and stirred it into my coffee.

“Don’t worry. It’s decaf,” I nodded at his cup that he was eyeing nervously, “I like the warmth of the drink, but I don’t want to be awake for over 24 hours at a time.”

He seemed relieved by my words and began to doctor his to his preference.

“I’ve been coming to Josie’s pretty much every Friday night since I started at the bar. After a long night of loud music and drunk dudes, there’s something refreshing about the comfort of a quiet diner with few, but friendly and kind faces.”

Yixing let a little grin dance across his lips, “I can understand that, I guess. I’m sure bartending isn’t the most fun job in the world.”

“It has its ups and downs. The money is alright. Some nights are shitty. I get patrons like your friend Kris more than I do patrons like you.”

He smiled again and sarcastically asked, “what do you mean, ‘like me!?’”

“Nice. Not annoying.” This time he let out a big laugh. That laugh was going to become one of my favorite sounds, I could tell.

It was dangerous how easy it was to be around Yixing. We sat and talked while we ate as though we had known each other forever. He felt like an old friend as opposed to someone that I had just known a few measly hours.

Once we paid Marie, (well, once Yixing had paid for both of our meals after insisting relentlessly), we made our way back to my car. He called his roommates to see if the party was still going on.

I could hear the loud music and shouting from the opposite side of the car. He seemed annoyed as he hung up the phone.

“Do their parties normally go on for this long?”

He let out a heavy sigh, “unfortunately. Sometimes they’re not as long winded if the girls aren’t as interested once the alcohol wears off. I guess I didn’t get to avoid it this time.” He shrugged.

I looked at the clock on my dashboard. It was a little bit after 4 a.m. I wanted to go to bed, knowing that I had another late night tomorrow, but I also wanted to continue to be around Yixing.

“Hey,” I started, nervously nibbling at my bottom lip, “why don’t you just crash on my couch tonight,” I offered, “I have my own apartment, so no noisy roommates.”

He feigned surprise at me, “(Y/N)! I’m shocked! If I didn’t know any better, I would assume that you were trying to seduce me. A sweet girl like you, inviting a strange man back to your apartment? I’m appalled at your assumption that I’m…”

I cut him off by slamming my lips into his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He did not pull away. Instead of acting surprised by my sudden action, he grabbed a fistful of hair and let out a slight moan of satisfaction.

When we finally broke apart to catch our breath, Yixing said, “thank god. I’ve been wanting to do that all fucking night.”

“So, are you staying at my place or not,” I asked.

He nodded and kissed me one more time, a bit more gentle this time.

I drove to my apartment. Yixing seemed unable to keep his hands off of me. He played with my hair as I drove. His fingers skirted along my thighs. Once we arrived at my place, he held my hand up the sidewalk, placing sweet kisses on it as my other hand was occupied with opening the front door with my keys.

The moment that we were inside with my door shut, Yixing’s hands cupped my face and he kissed me again. I tiptoed a bit and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our tongues met and, occasionally, he would pull my bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a slight moan from me.

I guided him back to my bedroom.

“I thought I was getting the couch tonight,” he joked between kisses.

My hands flew to his shirt and began to unbutton it.

“Who says that you still aren’t,” I quipped back as he reached down and returned the favor of pulling my shirt off.

He chuckled but did not let it distract him. Suddenly, his arms were around me and I was spun around. My back landed against the bed and Yixing hovered over me. He undid the snap on my jeans and pulled them down. I was left in my red laced bra and black boy shorts.

Yixing drank in the sight of me as he stood to remove his own pants. His eyes traced every inch of my body, and I assumed that he liked what he saw by the way his eyes darkened with lust and his tongue ran along his lips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said.

He made his way back over me. His mouth landed right under my jaw on my neck. He kissed and sucked at the spot. I let a little hiss escape as he bit to solidify the hickey there. He kissed it gently, as if to soothe the area. He then continued by repeating this several times along my collar bone and across my body.

He placed a deep, dark purple hickey at my hip bone right next to my tattoo that was there before hooking my panties with his thumbs and pulling them down my legs. He positioned himself between my thighs before looking back up me for approval.

I do not think that I had ever been more turned on in my life than I was with seeing Yixing, mouth hovering over my core. I nodded to give my okay, and his tongue immediately landed on me.

My back arched, and Yixing’s hands flew to hold my hips down. His tongue swirled, alternating between my slit and my clit. Occasionally, he would suck my clit between his lips to create a new sensation.

After a few moments of pure bliss, Yixing took one of his hands and used two of his long fingers to slide into me. I was so wet that it was easy for him to do so, and he wantonly groaned against me, sending a vibration through me that nearly threw me into my orgasm in itself.

“Shit,” he removed his lips from me momentarily to speak, “I wanted to make you cum like this first, but I can’t wait. I need to feel you this wet around me.”

He removed his fingers and gave my folds one last lick before he stood up and removed his boxer briefs. I whined at the lack of contact.

Yixing pumped his length a few times before kneeling in front of me on the bed again. He grabbed my legs and hooked one over his shoulder. 

 This made his initial thrust deeper than I had expected. I gasped out and he held still to make sure that I was able to adjust properly. 

 “You okay, love,” he watched me intently to make sure that I was not hurting too bad. 

 I nodded, “just had to adjust. Please move, Yixing. I want to feel you more.” Yixing moved slow at first. His hips maintained an easy tempo. I was able to feel every inch of his cock as it filled me again and again. 

 Eventually, he picked up his pace. I felt a knot tightening in my stomach. Both of our breath becoming ragged. 

 Yixing’s name left my lips as desperately as though it was a prayer. I repeated it over and over, gasping. I knew that I was going to cum soon. 

 Suddenly, Yixing pulled out of me. He readjusted us quickly, before I could even complain about the sudden lack of contact. He was sat on the bed, and had pulled me to straddle him. I slid down on his cock, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

 Hands clawed at each other’s back. Our mouths landing on any exposed area that we were able to. Every single place that our skin could touch, we allowed it to. His hands tugged at my hair, exposing my neck to the side. He bit at my skin, leaving more love bites in it. 

 My hips rolled, and I felt myself tighten up around him. 

 “Go ahead, beautiful. Go ahead and cum,” Yixing managed to say between moans. 

 I found my release with one last movement, and I felt Yixing find his climax simultaneously. Our foreheads pressed together as we slowly rode out our highs together. His hands moved down my spine at a slower, less aggressive speed and I shivered as he sent chills through me with his gentle grazes. 

 I sighed contently as he placed a sweet kiss on my cheek. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. 

 I stared in the mirror and laughed. 

 “I guess at work tomorrow I’ll be wearing a turtleneck instead of a low cut shirt, huh?” I spun in circles, catching my reflection all the way around, and admired the scratches and hickeys on all of the various parts of my body. 

 Yixing came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “I hope that I didn’t hurt you,” he whispered. 

 I met his gaze in the mirror. I liked the sight of him draped over me. 

 I shook my head, “it was all perfect.” He turned me around and kissed me again. 

 “Let’s get you some sleep so that I can take you to breakfast in a little bit.”

LOOKING BACK I DONT THINK I EVER UPLOADED THE TAAKO VIDEO ON HERE! i spoke about it on my lup post lol well here is this it was the first time trying to closet cosplay this boy and i don’t really like how it came out that much tbh but the video and lip syncing was p good

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - June 16th, 2017

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

Oh and I’m wicked behind in my reading!! So if I tagged your post #can’t wait to read and you don’t see here, I will still read - I’m just REALLY behind  - such a first world problem!

Summer House multi-chapter by @laurabelle2930 - Oliver Queen has been missing for two years. On the eve of his 2nd anniversary the local paper with the families consent has decided to run a memorial article since one was never done when he first went missing. Sara Lance was assigned the story at first but know the paper’s hotshot reporter Felicity Smoak has been assigned the story. Felicity must now put her personal feelings aside as she searches for the truth to Oliver Queen’s disappearance.

Untitled by @effie214 - post 5x23 Thea’s POV Olicity after safe return from island

Girl of My Dreams multi-chapter by @tdgal1 and @c0bra5nak3 - Oliver Queen, CEO of Queen Consolidated, meets IT specialist Felicity Smoak.   Playboy turns boyfriend as he dates and falls in love with this amazing woman.  But everything is not perfect and the couple will find that they must face some obstacles together.

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. - I really cannot tell you how much joy and happiness this story brings to my life DAILY. I’m almost caught up and will be at a loss waiting fro the next AMAZING chapter!!

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard

You Had Me at Hello by @tdgal1 - Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak met at a Gala and had an instant attraction but Smoak Technologies and Queen Consolidated have to work together.  Can they make that sexual chemistry work and still work together.

You Call it Madness by @smoaking-greenarrow - Cupid’s Arrow strikes the Green Arrow and there are unintended consequences

When I’m With You - How To Fall In Love multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - ARROW AU - Felicity is a Merlyn. When she was only five years-old, her father dropped her off to live with the Queens. She had expected it to be a few days, but those days turned into weeks, into months and into years. This is the story of her friendship with Oliver, her struggle to find a purpose in life, and her life with an absent father. (Part 1 of the ‘When I’m WIth You’-Series)

I Will Always Trust You @felicityollies - A collection of oneshots for Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon 2017. 01. Summer Vacation - Cabin in the Woods (smut) 02. Eye Contact - More than Words (smut) 03. Taste - Sunshine in a Pretty Blonde Bottle (vampire au / smut)

Summer Vacation by @dmichellewrites - Oliver and Felicity actually have some time off from Team Arrow business. It’s everything Oliver has ever wanted from quiet date nights to trips back home and more. The Queens, their friends, and family have a fantastic summer vacation after escaping Lian Yu.

The Way He Looks at You by McDrama - My entry for the Olicity hiatus Week two prompt: Eye contact This is something completely AU I just started writing and this is the result. Oliver is a hired gun living two lives and one day during his daily routine he meets a blonde whirlwind at the coffee shop, as their eyes locked he felt like seeing light for the first time in ten years.

Tastes Like Pure Joy by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity almost has her school paid off - and her last night as a live-donor at a vampire restaurant will settle her debt. But her encounter with client Oliver Queen was anything but the quick and easy feed either of them was expecting.

The Bond multi-chapter by @green-arrows-of-karamel - On Earth-837, a world so alike and yet so different from ours, people bond with their soulmates through a single gaze into each other’s eyes. Oliver Queen has not found his mate yet, and he fears that he never will. But one night, he meets a woman with sapphire eyes and their life changes forever. (Fulfilling OHFAT week 2 prompt: Eye Contact)

Normality by @cruzrogue - Oliver and Felicity just having a normal day by their standards. Olicity hiatus fiction prompt: Eye Contact.

Most Secrets Come With a Price by @diggo26 - Oliver Queen wants to get his life back in order. He seeks out an old friend, Felicity Smoak, believing she is the one person who can help him. With years passed and both having grown, will spending so much time together forever change their relationship? But not all is as it seems. When secrets, the past, family, and life, all start to unravel before him, can Oliver trust anyone?

Kiss Me by @laurabelle2930 - So this weeks prompt was Taste for the Olicity Hiatus fic-a-thon and as usual when you give me something like taste I can’t help but go down the smutty road. However this week I did so with an angel/demon trope.

What She Whispered by @beemichelle7 - Post 5x23 fic, so so wonderful!

To Make You Feel My Love multi-chapter by @smkkbert - One year after the Gambit went down, the incredible happens: Oliver is found alive and brought back to Starling City. All he wants is getting back to Felicity and Madeleine. Though Felicity welcomes him back with her arms wide open, Oliver struggles to find his place in the family. It seems like his place – at least in Mae’s heart – is already taken. And it doesn’t help that it’s his best friend Tommy who seems to have taken it. A MUST READ.

Checkout by @arrowgirl20 - Thea asks Oliver for a favor which leads to Oliver meeting a helpful blonde saleswoman.

When I’m With You - Withdrawal Symptoms multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - Arrow AU - After finally becoming a couple, the worst possible thing you can imagine happens to Felicity Merlyn. Her other half is gone and she has to find a way to live without him. Or does she? This is Felicity’s journey to finding herself after Oliver is gone and the decisions she has to make in her quest to find him. (part 2 of the 'When I’m With You’-series)

Summer Vacation by @thearrowandhisgirlwednesday - Summer vacation prompt for Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon - so sweet!

Taste by @diggo26 - Summary: Oliver gets a very nice and surprising mid-sleep wake up.

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life if you missed read here: Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday

Olicity: Coming Home by @ghostfoxlovely - Dialogue prompt #102: “Are you done bleeding yet?”

Olicity: Raise Your Glass by @ghostfoxlovely - Dialogue prompt: “I’m going to need a lot of alcohol.”

Untitled by @ghostfoxlovely - Prompt: Honey, you just got out of surgery

Olicity: Fall Into You by @ghostfoxlovely - Dialogue prompt: “How did you even get up there?”

Untitled by @ghostfoxlovely - Prompt: Honey, the doctor says you can’t have caffeine

Liked the Deserts Missed the Rain by @almondblossomme - Felicity’s thoughts after that slip up in the lair - SO SO WONDERFUL!

Dinner with the Chef by @bitchwhwifi - They meet at the grocery store and argue about pasta.

I Could Use a Drink by LIngall - Felicity joins the Team in the bunker to share some exciting news. Too bad she missed out on the first round of the celebration. OTA toasts to Felicity’s new venture. Later, our favorite couple continues to get closer and Oliver shares a memorable story from his time away from Star City.

Drunk Felicity by @ilovefelicitysmoaks - Prompt: Drunk Felicity when her and Oliver aren’t together

The Daughter, The Closet and The Wardrobe by @olicitydaydream - “Can we maybe get back to the conversation we were having, where you were explaining to me that you got called down to our daughter’s school today because she was caught skipping class to make out with a boy in a closet?!”

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens.

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter!

See Beneath multi-chapter by @someonesaidcake - Fantastic, hot story of Olicity meeting on a cruise but of course it’s not all smooth sailing

Blue Eyed Angel: Taste by @tdgal1 - Oliver is determined to win Felicity over.  This is for the Olicity Hiatus Ficathon but the wonderful @thebookjumper  and the prompt is taste.

Some Fairytale Bliss by @callistawolf - Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon, this is the week 3 prompt: Taste. The team lands in Star City and Oliver and Felicity are left alone… at last. Will they be too unsure to pick things up where they left off before?

Don’t Get Me Started on Ladders by LIngall - We catch back up with Oliver and Felicity as they return from Lian Yu along with Thea, Samantha and William.  Everyone settles in for the night at the loft, but Felicity wants to finish cleaning up the remains of  Oliver’s recent birthday party. We all know Oliver is a light sleeper. This story assumes that Felicity is not very good with ladders – of any kind, and that Oliver will come to her rescue – no matter what.

Definitely, Love by @leonie1988 - To say she was a vision of beauty and grace would have been unworthy to describe her sheer perfection.

Mayor Queen Triumphs in Celebrity Chef Competition by @xblondepiratesopheeex - Article on Mayor Oliver Queen winning a celebrity chef competition.

How Do You Get Bloodstains Off by @oneofakindxx - Olicity dinner date conversation

Killer Frost Smoak multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity is with Barry during the particle accelerator and becomes Killer Frost.  How does she handle this and does she tell Oliver?

Bonds That Can’t Be Broken multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity goes off her meds to enjoy one heat with a random stranger after her graduation before settling down to focus on her career. On the drunken night out in Vegas, she finds an Alpha and they have what she hopes is a one night stand. But the next morning, she wakes up with a bondmate bite and realizes she cannot remember many details of the night before. Oliver Queen knows that he bonded with a beautiful woman, but he has no idea who she was. The two try (and often fail) to move on with their life without hope of ever finding their mate, but does fate have other plans for them? And when they reunite, can they overcome all the forces of evil in their path to finally be together?

(Untitled) Masterpiece multi-chapter by @overwatch-smoak - He ignited a passion inside of her that she didn’t think she had. And when he proposed it was romantical and fantastical and so utterly beautiful. His creative soul called to her in the strangest ways. His career was really getting off the ground, and once he had the actual model of his angel, they were happy.

The Summer People multi-chapter by @olicitysmoaky - Genius IT girl, Felicity Smoak, takes a trip to the Hamptons to take care of her movie-star cousin’s kids for the summer and meets billionaire playboy Oliver Queen, who’s lost his way within QC and with his relationship with his father. Felicity’s disenchanted with her current life, too. She’s just left a job at Wayne Enterprises and attempting to regroup at the beach. Will these two help the other find themselves or will they remain lost in the disenchanting world of the wildly idle rich? ***Yay for Arrow in the Hamptons. Fluffy but has action and a bad guy. ;)

A is for Aerial by @smoakmonster -  Felicity is an amateur and struggling trapeze performer in Vegas. Slowly but surely, her new partner Oliver teaches her how to overcome her fears, both on and off the stage.            

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iamtonyredgrave  asked:

Cool. Well my prompt is this.: How about a prompt where the bullies in Angel Grove are belittling and spreading rumors about Trini around highschool which is causing the yellow ranger a lot of distress. Kimberly steps in like the protective girlfriend she is and confronts those bullies and gives them a stern and physical warning :)

It starts slowly, for Trini. First, she’s roughly shouldered in the hallway by the brainless beefcakes and their entourage (which she hardly feels, but it’s hard to not notice the glare it’s partnered with) before escalating to her books being dashed out of her hands and her locker being defaced in ugly red, the word dyke prominent and angry across the face of it. Trini hardly breathes a sigh, but merely waits for the cleaners to do their job.

It’s getting harder and harder to hide from her girlfriend, too. Kimberly’s observant, and she notices when Trini avoids talking about getting to class late with papers askew in her hands, or why she texts Kim to say she’ll meet her in the cafeteria instead of at her own locker.

One day, though, Kim sees it for herself.

It’s after gym, with Trini changing in a corner with her back to the rest of the room (god only knows it’s the only way to escape the accusing looks if she manages to so much as catch another girls eye while she’s changing) when she’s slammed into the wall.

“What the hell?” Trini whirls around, only to get face-to-face with Amanda, resident bitch, one of the Top Three before Kim was booted from their ranks.

“Oh, hey Trini. Just thought I’d teach you a lesson for looking at me, dyke.”

“Like I ever would. You’re not my type, you know? Sorry to break it to you.” Trini spits back.

“Yeah, sure. And who is your type, huh? Kimberly?” Amanda turns around then, looks at her minions scattered around the room. “You guys remember Kim, right? Our old friend? Think she’d go for some angry, pining lezzie with a creepy crush on her?”

“Nah, last I heard Kim was all about Jason,” one of them pipes up.

“Oh, that’s right. Jason Scott. Golden boy, until that whole cow thing. How does it feel to know he’s fucking Kim instead of you?”

“Jeez Amanda, I don’t know. How does it feel? Seeing as it’s obvious you’ve got a big fat crush on him yourself.” Trini’s almost finding this funny now, but gym’s over and she’d really like to get to bio to see Kim. “Now, not that this hasn’t been fun, but I’ve gotta go.”

“No way. You’re not leaving that quickly.” Amanda steps in to her space, crowding over her. “You’re gonna sit right here, because we’re just gonna have a bit of a talk to you.”

“Sure thing, babe,” Trini steps up to Amanda, tilting her chin up. “As I said, you’re not my type, but maybe I can teach you something.”

“You fucking little-“ There we go. Amanda steps back and swings. Trini’s ready for the impact (not that it’ll hurt, but she’s interested to see how this plays out), surprised and kind of proud that she managed to rattle Prom Queen enough that she actually gets her hands dirty. She hears a smack, but feels nothing, and opens her eyes to see Amanda’s fist caught in a hand that Trini knows like her own.

“Sorry Amanda, you were saying?” Kim’s voice rings out, and God is Trini happy to hear it. Kim turns to Trini, her hand still wrapped around Amanda’s. “Sorry for interrupting, but I thought I’d come meet you before bio.”

“All good, we were just chatting.” Trini takes the chance to glance around the room at the shell-shocked bottle blondes in various states of undress.

“Right.” Kim turns back to Amanda, twisting her arm and forcing her to her knees. “So, I heard a little of what you said there. No, Jason Scott and I aren’t fucking. No, this doesn’t mean that you’d ever have a chance in hell with him, because he’s a good guy who’d never be into a vile, self-centred bitch like you. Now, I might have done some seriously shitty things in my life, but I’ve done what I can to make up for them. At least I’m not the one throwing around homophobic insults like it’s fucking 1963.”

“Now, you’re going to watch Trini leave, and I’ll be right behind her, and you’re not going to touch a hair on my girlfriend’s head because if you do, I will absolutely fucking demolish you.” She nudges her head at Trini, and Trini takes the cue and leaves, trusting Kim to follow her. She does, catching up with her as she exits the gym, joining their hands together.

“Okay, now that? I’m not gonna lie, that was hot.” Trini jokes as they walk down the mostly empty halls to biology.

Kim smiles beside her, but tugs on Trini’s hand and pulls her to a stop. “Trin, why didn’t you defend yourself? You could’ve easily blocked or dodged that.”

“Maybe I was just waiting for my white knight to save me.”

“Fine, we’ll talk about it later. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been hiding this from me for a while, though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Trini leans into Kim’s arm, savouring the warmth of her. “Wait,” she pulls back and looks her girlfriend in the eye, “girlfriend? Are you sure you’re ready for people to know?”

“Oh, well.” Kim puts an arm around Trini’s waist as they keep walking. “I guess I was just tired of people making assumptions about me, and thinking that you have some gross crush on me. I mean, it’s true, you do, but it’s not the issue they’re making it out to be.”

“God, you’re gross.”

“You love it.”

“You know I do.”