☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.
If you like or support Chris brown BLOCK ME NOW...
Cause I will find out & I will block you
I’m seeing women defending this man… and I’m disgusted.. especially black women, this man has said out his mouth he’s the type to not let his exes be happy and will stalk and threaten them, y'all got former neighbors confirming he used to assault this girl, even had to call the cops on him. He has stalked her to her home 3 am in the morning before, takes every chance he has to to verbally assault her on social media, and has a past of abusing women… and it’s so far-fetched for y'all to think he threatened to kill this girl… furthermore think of all the shit he’s done to this girl and she didn’t report him, he must have did some wild shit to make her say enough is enough, & y'all really making it seem like as if this girl shouldn’t have reported him even if she felt like her life was at risk because “he’s already got a bad rep & why we gotta do this to our black men”, the role of a black woman isnt to pacify black men and ignore their damaging behavior, y'all need to go tell Chris to seek the medical attention he clearly needs, and leave this girl alone. If you support Chris you’re trash girl and he’d probably beat your ass too…. but anyways
Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife.
You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life.
Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let the armor slip?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned)
Word Count: 2936
Warnings: language, mentions stalking, death threats, mentions of blood
Author’s Notes: This was written for two challenges: @impala-dreamer One Prompt for All (had to be Dean x Reader, no more than 3,000 words, and the prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”) and @luci-in-trenchcoats AU & Things Challenge (I chose Bodyguard AU). I’m not gonna lie, a lot inspiration for this came from the Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner movie The Bodyguard.
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hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of february. I recommend that you read these great fics in march, if you haven’t already. there are SO many good and unique AUs this round, so please check them out!!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
Harry is the world’s most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis’s biggest fan. Louis hasn’t written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It’s probably destiny.
With seven years of blissful marriage behind them and four wonderfully unique kids to brag about, Harry and Louis seem to finally have life all figured out and under control. How much more real could it get?
Very real it turns out, when Harry reluctantly leaves home for a 5 day business trip leaving Louis to manage their rambunctious, hyperactive household. Do they really have it all under control or are they just faking it?
Featuring all the usual suspects, inside jokes, embarrassing moments and of course, Harry and Louis’ wild antics + the addition of their four equally wild and outrageous kids.
“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.
Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.
Idk, this is just a summery fluffball of a Sterek getting-together drabble because I’m tired of winter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.
He knows such people exist because he’s been standing in line with them for the Blazing Bombardier for half an hour now, but even when he’s looking right at them, it’s hard to believe. Seriously, why. The list of things to do on a Saturday afternoon that don’t involve screaming and trying not to hurl is literally infinite. He could be lounging around in his pjs in his dorm right now and rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, just for example. Or working out, or going for a drive to the beach, or watching a movie with Boyd and Erica. (Boyd and Erica are officially his favorite people right now because, unlike his sisters, they understand the basic concept that friends don’t make their friends who lose bets ride the most terrifying invention since clown costumes.)
The line moves forward, and oh god, now Derek can actually see the loading station. The seats are wicked-looking hanging harnesses painted to look like flames. He’s going to be sick before he even sits down in the thing.
Hello, for my one and only soul, could I get Dans 20th birthday where Phil waited to have The Full Sex™ with Dan because he didn't want to be that creep that bangs a teenager?
can you write a bit where phil’s always been rlly loving and soft and vanilla and dan says “harder” like 38291928 times and phil keeps being gentle af but then dan like looks up at phil and says “h a r d e r .” in like a “sex” voice and phil just fickin loses it and p o u n d s him into the mattress and also detailed orgasms thank you so much bby
Plus dirty talk. If you have problems getting past the cut on mobile, open in your phone browser.
much competition when it comes to Dan’s top three best birthdays. Now, his top
three worst, that’s another story –
so many of them have been so downright awful it’s hard for him to choose. There
was that time in Kindergarten when he’d had a barbeque at the local park and a
freak storm had blown through, tearing down their gazebo and knocking his
Winnie the Pooh cake to the ground. Or his ninth birthday, when his cousin sprayed
him with Poundland silly string, which had given him a severe allergic reaction
and he ended up spending the remainder of his party in A&E. And who can
forget his twelfth, when he’d climbed onto the roof of his single-storey house on
a dare and broke his wrist on the way down? The list goes on, but, physical
injury and heartbreaking loss of desserts aside, nothing will ever rank higher
than his sixteenth, which he’d spent crying into half a dozen share-sized packets
of Doritos when none of his guests turned up.
So, yes, Dan’s got a plethora of bad birthdays to choose from, but good
ones? Honestly, his top three is probably just his nineteenth listed three
times. It was the first he’d spent with not only an actual best friend but also a boyfriend
– and okay, technically they’re the same person, but give him a break. He’d never
expected to have one of those, let
alone find both wrapped up in the miracle that is Phil. Dan had gone to spend
his birthday week up in Manchester with him, where Phil had taken him to dinner
and a movie and, sure, it was cliché and cheesy as hell, but that’s exactly
what Dan had wanted. They’d eaten overpriced meals and made out in the back of
the cinema and drank on a rooftop bar and it was by far the best birthday Dan’s
ever had. Today, however, that’s about to change. Today, Dan is going to have a
new number one, because today his boyfriend is finally, finally going to fuck him.
Anon: Heya so I’ve seen the in bed posts tht have been written for monsta X and was wondering if you could do a in bed with taeyong? Thankyouu ❤️
I’ll read this whenever Yuta is trying to pull me into his lane - I must remain loyal to Taeyong and Hansol. This is so fucking long like wow, y’all better be thirsty after this, especially after how many people wanted it. Get some water and a pillow to scream into afterwards bc you will feel very dirty after this lmao… Enjoy ;-)
Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy, practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader
A/N: I’m starting this fanfic again, I promise you that it is not like the last one it just has a the same concept (hopefully it will do as well) This is the first part but since i have exams this week i won’t be posting this week. But please tell me what you think :)
Standing next to your Mother and Father, you waited for the boy with a smiling face.
“I really hope he doesn’t hate us” your Mother stressed, her husbands hand tight around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure he’ll have a great time” he reassured her.
“Mum, I’m sure everything will be okay. What could go wrong?” you smiled, staring at the crowd of people emerging from the flight.
“I think that’s him” your mother exclaimed, holding up the sign which had his name on it. The tall boy smiled, dressed in jeans and a white sweater with glasses shaping his face.
He was cute. Perfect even.
You squirmed with excitement as the boy strutted towards your small family, you pulled down your skirt making sure to present yourself nicely and make a good impression.
“Nice to meet all of you” the boy smiled and shook your Dad’s and Mum’s hand and smiled at you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Jungkook” he smiled even wider this time, making your heart swell.
“Nice to meet you too!” your mum said clutching her bag to her side grabbing your shoulders and pulling yourself next to her.
“This is my daughter Y/n”
You put your hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepted.
“Right, It’s time to get going, to beat the traffic” your dad smiled patting Jungkook on the back as the four of you walked out of the building.
Pulling into the gas station on your drive home your dad offered you and Jungkook to get something from the there.
Heading straight towards the packets of chips you notice Jungkook looking around suspiciously on the other side of you. Walking around to the other isle you see him shove a packet of red vines into his jacket pocket he had put on earlier.
Your eyes went wide in fear of getting caught.
“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper trying to get to the packet of liquorice out of his pocket. Pushing your hand away and shoving the packet even deeper, he laughed.
“You’ve really never done this? Gees, I knew you were a good girl the minute I laid my eyes on you” he rolled his eyes and continued on to the counter.
“And a packet of those” he pointed to the cigarettes on the top shelf, your jaw dropped and your eyes became wider.
“Sixteen dollars” the old mans voice rang through the station, not giving two shits about how young the boy in front of him looked.
Shoving the packet of cigarettes into his jean pocket you still couldn’t believe your eyes. The boy that you thought was perfect is the complete opposite.
“Have fun getting cancer” you snickered to him as you walked to the other side of the car.
“I’ll be the first to tell you Miss Goody Two-Shoes” he smiled and opened the door.
“Welcome to the Y/L/N residence” your dad brought Jungkooks bags in to your house.
“So basically Y/n’s Father and I run a popular clothing business, meaning we won’t be here that often. My Husband is going on a business trip to Morocco tomorrow morning and I’m going to Milan this evening”
Your mother explained the situation of your father and her about their busy work schedule whilst you were half way up the stairs to your safe haven.
“Y/n, show Jungkook to his room. Your Father and I are going to go pack” Your Mother told you as her and her husband walked to their room on the ground floor.
“C’mon” you mumbled.
Walking down the hall way and into the common room that was also yours you turned to him and pointed to the door that was opposite yours on the other side of the room.
“That one is yours, this one is mine” You whispered. You don’t know where this sudden fear came from but you didn’t like it. Walking to your room you hurried making sure he couldn’t say something but before you could go in, he asked you something.
“Why are you acting so shy?” he asked.
You froze in your steps and slowly turned to him, he walked to wards you standing two metres in front of you.
“I dunno” you whispered still looking at your feet.
You knew exactly why you were shy. He was cute you won’t deny it, but you always avoided these types of guys but now having one in your house for a year was insanity.
“Perhaps you’re afraid I’ll try and make a move on you?” he smirked
You nodded your head quickly still looking down.
You felt his hand grab your chin and lift your face up so you were staring at him. The sudden action made your heart beat faster, while all you could do was stare at his facial features.
“Don’t worry kitten, I have no interest in you whatsoever” he laughed and let go. Walking back to his room you laughed to yourself as well.
“Well I have no interest in you either!!!” you shouted at the closed door.
“No good, idiotic, hateful, heinous jerk” you mumbled to yourself as you entered your room.
Collapsing on your bed, you let out a frustrated sigh thinking how in the hell are you going to put up with him for a whole freaking year.
7:00pm and your stomach was growling for food.
You had eaten the last piece of chocolate in your room and you wanted dinner but you were to afraid that you would bump into him.
“Whyyy” you whined, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Opening the door a creak you looked out to see Jungkook’s door open and him laying on his bed a phone in his hand.
“Alright I can do this” you gave yourself a mini pep talk and tip toed out of your room.
It was going great until you tripped over your cat. Yelping the cat scattered down the stairs causing you to hear foot steps emerge from the boys room,
“Are you going to get food?” you turned around and got struck by how good he looked in just jeans and a simple white shirt, the shirt clung to his muscles making him look ten times hotter.
“Yeah” you choked out of your mouth.
“Good I’m starving” he uttered walking your way. The two of you headed down the stairs to see two suitcases at the door, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.
“Looks like you two are getting along” your dad said holding his passport in one hand looking like he was waiting for your mum.
“Oh yeah! We’ve been talking for hours, pretty much like siblings” Jungkook laughed causing your dad to cackle.
“Dad I thought you were leaving tomorrow” you questioned your dad as your mum emerged from the dimly lit hallway.
“Something came up so your Dad and I thought it was best to go together to Morocco then Milan”
Your mouth went into an O shape as the two of them got ready leave. Your mum came over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead whilst your dad hugged you, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks” you nodded your head.
“Be good you two” your mum laughed as they left the house.
“Isn’t the whole point of exchange for me to improve my english by you know speaking to people?” Jungkook snickered and grabbed two packets of ramen.
“Am I a horse? I speak fluent english” you question him and poured the hot water into a pot.
“Like we’re going to talk” he rolled his eyes and took a seat at the island table.
“If you make an effort I’ll make and effort” you smiled at him, he nodded his head and fiddled with the fork in his hand.
A couple minutes later you put the pot on the table as the two of you ate from the pot.
“This is nothing like home” he mumbled still shoving the noodles into his mouth. “Well I’m sorry, I’m not exactly Korean so I can’t cook you whatever you eat” you snickered, “this is my brothers, I ate it once and i liked it so I thought i might as well eat tonight.”
“Speaking of your brother, why did he want to learn Korean?” he asked shoving more of the noodles into his mouth.
“He likes Kpop and drama’s, especially that one group what were they called again?” you racked your brain for the answer until Jungkook gave you it.
“STB?” he asked putting the fork down.
“Yeah those guys! He plays the song ‘Tears, Sweat and Blood’ again and again” you laughed.
“Yeah they’re quite popular, what about you, do you like Kpop?” he asked and picked up his fork again to eat more.
“Yeah I don’t mind it. I mean I’m not in love with it but if my brother puts it on then I’ll sing broken Korean with him” the last statement made him laugh.
Your heart fluttered looking at him, you felt warm inside…’No Y/n this is not how you’re supposed to feel, he’s vulgar…look at him scoff down the ramen’
“Can you slow down your eating, you’re going to choke” after your statement he grabbed the pot and chugged the noodle soup.
Your face turned into disgust as you stood up.
“That’s so gross” you whined and started to walk away.
“That’s so gross” he mimicked in a higher voice. “I do not sound like that” he mimicked you again laughing to himself. “You’re such a dick” you exclaimed as you walked into your room.
It was late and you wanted to get some fresh air.
You walked on onto the balcony and hopped up on the railing tot he side and rested your back against the wall.
A couple moments later Jungkook came out lighting a cigarette in his mouth not aware that you two were there.
“Could you find somewhere else to poison your body?” you startled him as he quickly turned around looking at you with a shock expression on his face.
“Can you be a smart ass somewhere else?” he question.
You scoffed as silence filled the air.
You felt yourself cramping up and you stretched your legs, which was the biggest mistake of your life.
You were about to fall to your death but luckily Jungkook acted fast, he dropped the cigarette and clutched your arm dragging you onto him making you both fall to the ground.
You were positioned on top of him as if you were straddling him.
You looked intensely into his eyes as he did with you, you were mere inches from kissing him and that was all you wanted to do.
Summary: Reader (she/her) is fairly shy and keeps to herself, and Richie tries his best to get her to open up and usually fails until now. Then he falls hard and in love.
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Female! Reader
Warnings!: Richie’s swearing, and nothing else I think
A/N: first request heck yeah. and sorry it’s a bit different, I made it more subtly trying to open up the reader.
(Y/N) sat uncomfortably while the Losers talked amongst each other, Richie rambling on about how New Kids On The Block wasn’t as good as A-Ha. In your opinion, A-Ha was just another band, but Richie was hell-bent on his thought.
“I’m just saying! A-Ha is totally better, Ben,” Richie shrugged with his arms crossed. Ben opened his mouth to snap back with his opinion, but pushing the glasses kid any farther would make him continue with talking. No one likes a rambling Richie, except you. You see, Richie was loud-mouthed, sure. But you were hopelessly infatuated with him and no one really expected it, so thought it was you just being nice.
You’d never dare speak to him in fear of saying the wrong thing or fainting from the pressure. He was loud but sweet, funny but somewhat offensive, and adorable but not yours. In any situation, he’d look to you for a laugh. You never laughed but you only wished you could.
“Am I right, (Y/N)?” Richie looked to you and had a grin spread across his face like a dork. You tensed up and shriveled back from his gaze, trying desperately to disappear and for him to turn to someone else. Though, you really enjoyed the thought of him looking to you for back up and help. “(Y/N)?”
“Um,” You felt like speaking made your face hotter and more flushed. Clearing your throat, you replied, “Uh, yeah. Sure.” You let out a sigh of relief as he turned to the others with his grin wider than before. To be honest, it was funny how you were scared of him but loved him anyway.
“See? I told you, (Y/N) agrees with me! New Kids suck dick,” Richie’s nose crinkled as he cackled to himself like a starting engine or motor. In the Losers’ minds, he was a motor. His mouth ran off and was hard to stop, especially when it was about you. “I mean, who wouldn’t agree with me? A-Ha has some fire shit, like Take On Me? That’s fucking everything.”
You crinkled your nose and laughed quietly, but Richie noticed and turned to you with a bright and sweet grin. He gave a thumbs up and turned back to joke off to the others. Your face turned bright red and burned viciously.
Ben looked over at you with a confused smile, “Are you sick? Your face is red.” You shook your head and looked down at your fumbling hands. You could hear Richie joking about Eddie’s new hairstyle that day, puffed up curls that were unruled and untamed.
“What happened to you, Eds? Your mom do your hair or something? Did your hair catch a disease or something?”
Eddie gasped and held his fluffy hair down, “For your information, hair cannot catch a disease, okay? And no, my mom doesn’t do my hair. I gel my hair down every day but today I ran out! I do everything myself, geez.” Richie snorted and prepared a comeback before you instinctively replied.
“Like your mom?”
Eddie gasped louder and almost snapped at you before Richie cut him off with a loud laugh. He burst out into a fit of giggles while your face burned brightly.
“(Y-Y/N)? W-wuh-wow.” Bill watched you in shock, as did everyone else. Never in your years of knowing them, did you ever have a comeback because you were always too shy. Now, it was only a spaz in the moment.
“I, um, I’m sorry,” You slouched back and tried to hide your face in your hands. Beverly sat next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. She’d usually do this since you two were friends before the Losers Club.
Beverly was cut off by Richie pushing her to the side and sitting next to you closely, his eyes bright with awe and amazement. He placed his hands on your shoulders and stared you in the eyes with his enlarged ones. “That was fucking amazing!”
You stared at him with the same awe, he was directly in front of you, your crush, and praising you. Hell, you were in Heaven. Well, Heaven was anytime you were around him.
“Jesus Christ, why don’t you just kiss her already, Richie?” Stanley looked up from his miniature booklet of found birds, an annoyed frown carved heavily into his features. Your face immediately lit up when Richie cussed him out and leaned forward towards you.
You closed your eyes tightly and the two of you leaned towards each other in a long and awkward kiss. Richie raised his hands to your cheeks and pulled you closer.
You could hear Beverly scoff and pull Richie away from you, “Okay, okay. Enough. We get it.” Richie smiled at you with dreamy eyes, his eyes half-lidded while he smiled dorkily.
“Score,” He cracked a grin and made your face flush once again. Your heart skipped a beat while he gave you a double thumbs up like an idiot.
Happiness was something you couldn’t afford. It was something that only the lucky got and somehow you turned out to be just another unlucky fool. Happiness was overrated anyways. All it meant was that you got to live your life without trial and error, without pain, without hurt, and god you wanted that so badly. All you wanted was for a chance to be happy, and not feel the ache in your chest that you felt now.
There was the thought, that maybe you never would be happy. Maybe you were destined to live a life of loneliness and pain, and never overcome it despite how hard you tried. Maybe you were never supposed to make it over the mountain and just continue falling down like you had been your entire life.
You thought for a while, that there was finally an end to the pain, and you had found it in a man named Min Yoongi. Everything with him had been perfect. Nights and days were meaningless to both of you as you had each other. Everything you ever needed could be found in one another, and that was how the both of you lived during your relationship.
A/N: HELLA unedited. Needy/desperate Shawn. What else is new? I had a lot of…inspiration for this. Y’all can thank @permanentguitar and @achinglyshawn.
Before you even step foot across the doorway, you knew that he was desperate for you. You made sure of that. A small grin makes its way across your face as he pulls you close to him and attaches his lips to your neck, breathing you in in the process. What started off as a simple “I miss you” escalated into Shawn telling you how much he wants his mouth on you. The funny is you weren’t even gone that long, but right now you’re not complaining.
“Nice to see you, too.” The words are meant to tease him but the way he looks at you sends an ache between your thighs that you want him to take care of.
Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.
Note: Okay so, basically this chapter is the start of a lot of stuff, and I actually removed some things from this chapter and will be posting it in the next one. Simply because things will flow better with me doing that. I’m not entirely happy with this, because it’s rushed, but oh well. It’s the start of flashbacks, which I’ll be including a lot in future chaps.
“✐” means flashback and two of them means end of flashback.
You smiled down at your result papers on your desk, a sense of pride in your chest from acing the test today. It was a nice feeling, to know your hard work payed off in some aspects of your life. But you shook your head at the negativity trying to cloud your mind, refusing to let the rejection of Choi Seunghyun’s dance academy ruin your good mood right now.
The classroom was silent as everyone mulled over their results - some students looked pleased, while others had poker faces.
A piece of paper being slipped in front of you by your left desk neighbor, Sohyun, caught your eye and you realized it was a note. After checking and making sure the teacher wasn’t paying any attention to you, you grabbed the paper and unfolded it under your desk.
“tutor me babe” Was what it said, and you looked over at Sohyun in confusion, (why was she asking you to tutor her? As far as you knew, she was one of the better scoring students like yourself. And what was she doing calling you babe?) but she just shook her head at you and pointed to the guy behind her, letting you know she was just passing along the note for him.
He was busy typing away on his computer for an email that needed to be sent out immediately. You peeped open the door just enough to see him, but sadly the door squeaked a little too loud. His attention was drawn straight to you and the little bit of skin he could see through the sliver. You would see the dimpled smirk from a mile away. He shut his laptop and say it to the side, beckoning you over with his fingers.
You cheeks erupted in a blush and you intertwined you fingers in front of you. With a small push of the door opened wide and you stood before him with the dark purple lingerie. The bra created a V line down your body. It barely covered your most precious part, which was what Namjoon’s eyes were drawn to first.
He held out his arms and grasped your hips when you inched close enough.
“C'mere Princess, give Daddy a show.”
You waited patiently for your boyfriend to get him from his tour. You sat on the sofa with your legs crossed and the jacket pulled over your shoulders. The front door to your apartment opened and every nerves you had tensed. Jin wouldn’t notice you at first, setting down the wine he had bought before turning and looking at the couch.
His jaw would drop and he couldn’t form even small words. You felt the shyness take over and you struggled to pull the lace pink jacket to cover your chest. Jin refused to let you do so. Jin took your hands and pulled them away from the underwear, laying a kiss at the valley between your breast.
“Don’t cover up Y/n, I wanna see it all.”
Yoongi wasn’t one to get overly excited when he saw you dress up for him. At least he didn’t show it. So when you showed up to his studio with a long black trench coat, he didn’t look twice. He flicked his head in your direction to signal he knew you were there and went back to writing lyrics. With a shaky sigh, you unlatched the belt that kept the coat together and let it drop to the floor.
The top was held up by two thin straps that were tied in bows. An oval in the center showed off nearly all of your cleavage. The bottoms were a thong that hung low against your center and left nothing to the imagination.
The favorite accessory by far was the satin black chocker with the gold bell.
You stood in the cold air as the clock ticked by and Yoongi had yet to turn around. With a simple couch you had his attention and the smallest of smirks grew wide. He let his arms rest on the rests of his leather chair and propped his chin against his hand.
“Kneel kitten. Crawl to me.”
Hoseok loved how shy and innocent you were. That was one of the things he enjoyed most about you. Yet you couldn’t deny that the same old Vanilla shy was getting old. You decided to spice it up a bit.
Visiting the mall plaza early in the morning so you wouldn’t be exposed, you picked out the most appealing underwear set. Even as you tried it on that night at home, you still felt embarrassed. The fabric was baby blue and the top feathered out from the bra to cover your back but expose your cute belly. The underwear was a triangle tied back by two thin strings.
“Y/n? Are you ready?” Hoseok thought the two of you were going out for a movie, but was he ever so wrong. You opened the bedroom door and watched his eyebrows disappear under his bangs. At that point you tried to close the door but he jammed his foot in the doorway.
The hunger in his eyes grew and you back away slowly with your chin dropped. Hoseok cupped your chin with two fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.
“Get on the bed Angel. We aren’t going anywhere tonight.”
Anybody who knew Jimin was aware of his love of dance. Yet somehow it managed to overshadow your relationship with him. An hour at practice turned into a whole day without seeing him. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.
He was at rehearsal so you picked that time to make a surprise visit. You dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and matching sweatpants to hide the true present underneath. You have a smile to the woman at the front desk and quickly found Jimin rehearsing for the newest song. Jimin was sweaty and had a wet towel wrapped around the back of his neck.
He could see you through the glass on the door and grinned. You entered the room with arms crossed over your chest and heat rising to your cheeks. Jimin cocked his head at you and rubbed the covered skin of your arms.
“Are you alright Jagiya?” His concern was genuine when he forced you to look him in the eyes. Swallowing your pride. You reached down and pulled the sweatshirt from your body. You knew this was risky and that anybody could walk in at any moment. This was stepping out of your comfort zone 10x.
The bra was a dark blue with a large keyhole in the front. Two straps crisscrossed to cover your nipples but didn’t leave much to the imagination. The bottom was a intricate design that wrapped around your upper thigh and hugged your hips.
Jimin stood slack jawed as you stripped down completely. His first reaction was to cover you back up and coddle you like a child. But his hormones took over. You were dragged to the small couch in the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows. Jimin pushed you down and began ravishing your throat.
“I love this outfit Y/n, but I think you’ll look better out of it.”
Tae was busy typing away on his phone, headphones on full blast. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it just bobbed right back up. As of now you were standing before him in the plump colored gown. The top was a corset material that pushed up your breast.
The bottoms were a simple thing that matched the color and the pullover was completely translucent. You had never felt more exposed. Even if you were naked, it still wouldn’t have the same effect.
Taehyung was humming and happened to lift his eyes to you. His phone fell from his phone and slapped against his face. You would have laughed at that if not for Tae hovering over you in the next 3 seconds.
“Trying to tease me Y/n? It’s working.”
Jungkook and you were watching a rom-com in your living room. His pad was much to overfilled with boys for your liking. You didn’t do well around other people. Especially people with that much energy. Jungkook was stuffing popcorn into his mouth and not really paying attention to the way you were uncomfortably shifting in his lap.
“Stop moving. I’m starting to have a….problem.” He grunted in your ear. You whimpered under his deep voice.
“I have something to show you…"you reached for the remote and turned off the tv. The lamp beside of the couch gave Jungkook plenty of light as you stood and stripped. Jungkook stared wide eyed at the black body suit hugging your curves. Not to mention the lace chocker and the string that ran down the center of your breast to the bodysuit.
"Y/n, you look gorgeous. But get on that fucking bed before you regret it.”
~First request I did from my own ideas in awhile. Hope you enjoy!~