but i had so much fun tonight :')

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 5: Out of place

Words: 971

Tags: Attempt at Humour, Sexual Humour, Fluff  


Week 5 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper

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Notes:  I had SO much fun writing this!! I was going to go a completely different way with this prompt but when I sat down to write, I had this idea and all of a sudden, this just happened. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think when you’re done! :’)


“Can you come and pick me up, please?”

“Are you alright?”

“No, Oliver, it’s just not fair,”

“Honey, talk to me. Why are you crying right now?”

“I just wanted to have fun tonight and now I’m sitting in the bathroom crying and hoping no one finds me because then that would mean having to go back out there and I’m not sure I can do that because-”

“Felicity, where are you? Are you drunk? You sound drunk,”

“Of course I’m drunk. I’m very drunk. I had to get very drunk to get through… that. Everyone is just so pretty, Oliver. And all the girls have abs and long legs and perfect boobs and look like they could pick me up and throw me across the room without even breaking a sweat and I’m-”

“Wait, wait. Hold up. Where are you?”

“A strip club,”

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Operation Cobra-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty.
Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh
THIS HAS 4,274 WORDS AND IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE
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I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning.
When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.

That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me.
When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.

Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.

I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time.
I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.

Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.

I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.

“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.

“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.

What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.

Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand.
“Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.

Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.

“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.

“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.

“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.

"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.

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It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.

“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “

“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.

I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.

“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.

“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.

“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “

“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”

“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.

“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.

“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.

“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.

“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”

“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere

Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.

“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door.
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“Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “

“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.

The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.

“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.

“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers.
After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time

I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.

“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.

“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.

“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away

“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “

Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “

My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.

“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “

“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “

“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”

“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.

“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”

“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.

“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away.
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I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.

I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.

“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

“I like it up here.” I defended.

“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.

“No.” I protested.

“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.

“Ok, that’s fair.”

“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.

“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.

“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.

“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.

“Whatever, I’m going home- “

“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.

“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.

“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”

“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.

“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.

Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck.
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“I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.

“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.

“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes.
Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.

“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.

“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.

“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.

“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.

“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.

“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.

“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.

“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.

“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.

“Yep.”

“I am a little hurt that he’s not here tonight. We had so much fun the last time. And it is surprising. You got a room full of reporters, celebrities, cameras, and he says no. Is this dinner too tacky for The Donald? What could he possibly be doing instead? Is he at home, eating a Trump Steak, tweeting out insults to Angela Merkel? There’s one area where Donald’s experience could be invaluable, because Trump knows a thing or two about running waterfront properties into the ground. That’s probably enough. I’ve got more material. I don’t want to spend too much time on The Donald. Following your lead, I want to show some restraint. With that I just have two more words to say: Obama Out.”

Breeding Time.

Hi guys! It’s Raphaëlle talking! Hope you were good to Santa this year. But in all honestly, I preferred you when you’re naughty ;)

Submission of Thunder-Banger 

Disclaimer: Smut. Breeding kink. Daddy kink. Swearing. If you are a prude, you’ll may want to scratch your eyes out.

Words : 2537

MasterList.

Imagine, you just got out of Belle Rêve and he wants to put a baby up your belly. 

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It was 00h37 when you arrived at J’s house. Tiredness was dripping from all the pores of your skin. Escaping Belle Rêve was harder than you though it would be. At some point you even stop believing it was possible. Guards were surrounding you from everywhere, Mr J’s men were all getting killed. 

When you it was sure in your head that you were going back into your cage tonight, a helicopter came out of nowhere and drop you a rope. Holding you firmly by your waist, J hoist the both of you up to safety, bullets charging at you from everywhere. 

 The helicopter drop you off when you were in a safe perimeter. A car was waiting for you. You climbed in it while J killed the pilot. You were happy to see that he thought of bringing you clothes to changes. You went in the backseat so you had more place to change before going back in the front. You pulled down the window and pitched the orange uniform as hard as you could.

 It took 15 hours of driving before arriving at J’s house. 15 hours of driving in pure silence. He wasn’t saying a word, you weren’t either.

 When the Rover pulled up the entry of the mansion, the sun was beginning to go down, J told you to not wait for him, that he’ll be back later in the night. You didn’t ask any questions, you didn’t have the force to, and even if you had your brain wouldn’t have registered his answer. 

 You climbed off the vehicle, and went directly inside, to your room, more precisely, while you heard him putting the car on reverse and leaving the manor. Getting out of your stained blood clothes, you slipped yourself under the cover of the bed you share with J. 

 The smooth mattress under you felt so good after the year you passed slipping on the floor that you can’t help yourself: as soon as your head touch the pillow, you fell asleep. 

 *** 

 You were put out of your sleep, maybe some hours later, you didn’t know, by a sticky and hot substance that was running down your cheeks. You were laying down on your side by the window, so the sticky stuff was going all over your lips. 

 Still light-headed and not really sure of what was happening, you just ran your tongue over your lips. When the viscous substance touched your taste buds, you knew exactly what it was. You opened your eyes immediately and raised yourself up. You turn yourself on the left side and come face to face with J, who had is hard-purplish meat in between is hand. 

 Cum

 His torso was raising up and down in a fast speed, his eyes closed and a little smile tucking his lips softly. His boxer were only down at the middle of his thighs. Humidity was starting to make its way into your panties, but you shook your head, furious. 

 “What the fuck J!” 

 When your voice reach is ears, his blue eyes finally come into sight. 

 “What? I had blue balls for almost a year, I needed little relief.” 

 “But were you really obligated to cum on my motherfucking cheek?! I was finally having a good damn night of sleep!” You said, rage spilling out of you. 

 “I jacked off so often to your pictures that they are all ruined now.” 

 “Oh please, you’re worse than a fucking teenager.” 

 “Don’t speak like that to me. You never complained before.” 

 “J, I just spend 9 fucking months in jail sleeping on the goddamn floor. Is it too hard to ask from you to just leave me alone for one goddamn night? Just cum into your fucking pillow.” 

 Suddenly, your cheeks were caught in his right hand, putting your mouth awkwardly forward. His eyes were getting cloudy with anger. He was slowly gritting his teeth, the metal of it making a sound that gave you goosebumps all over. 

 “Listen to me you little brat. You are not allowed to speak to me on that tone. You are not allowed tell what to do with my fucking dick. If I want to mark you like a fucking dog who mark a tree by pissing on it, I’ll fucking do it. Do you understand?” He was so calm compared to his eyes, it was scary. You didn’t want to answer. 

 “ANSWER!” He screamed. 

 “Y-yes, J.” 

 “J? Wow, they really had fun with you in there, hey? So much you forget who I was. I should give you a spanking for that. But I’ll give you one more chance. Yes-who?

 You didn’t want a spanking. At least, not tonight. 

 “Yes, Daddy.” 

 He gave you a smile. You gave him one in return.

 “Good girl. Now undress and get on your hands and knees.” 

 You smile slowly faded to an uncertain look. 

 “What, but Daddy I did everything you asked!” 

 He gave you a malicious smile. He just win a hiding game he had been playing. 

 Knowing that if you didn’t do it, the consequences would’ve been worse, you did what you were told. Getting out of bed, the coldest of the room came rushing at you, making the hair of your arms raising. Your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the expression on his perfect face when you pull up your shirt, revealing your braless torso. You began to slowly slide down your burgundy velour short along with your lilac laced panties. 

 You turned on your heels, coming face to face with Mr. J, whose eyes was eating you alive. You could see the lust in them, the desire to swallow you in one shot. His cock had already took a deep red color and was able to support itself by its own. 

 Some liquid was already showing at the tip and you couldn’t help yourself at the sight: you squeezed your thighs to get some friction. Its only when you did that that you realised how wet you were. You could feel it running shamelessly down your legs. A deep shade of pink appeared and colored all of your face. You hided yourself behind your (h\c) hair. 

 “Don’t be shy baby. You weren’t before you left.” 

 You stay still. 

 “What? You became a prude in there? Your baby hole got closed up? You suck a dick to deep you busted your vocal cords?” 

 You bite your lips at his obscene words. 

 “You like that? You like thinking about another’s dick deep in your throat? Hum? You like that little slut?” 

 “I-I only like your cock, Daddy.” You affirmed. 

He show you his metal teeth. 

 “Good girl. Now on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.” 

 Without missing a beat, you go on the bed, on your hands and knees, putting your ass facing him and a little bit higher than the rest of your body, to make it seems more enticing. You can feel the bed moving under you and you know exactly that J is moving to try to get the best angle for your spanking. 

 His rough hands are suddenly touching the bare skin of you ass. A good goosebumps make all of the hair on your body raised up in excitement. You could feel the coldness of his golden bracelets travel behind his hands. 

 “You know why I am punishing you babygirl?” He ask, the roughness of his voice showing up. 

 “Because I have been a bad girl to my Daddy.” 

 “You are right baby. That little mouth of yours put you in trouble. I thought I educated you better than that.” 

 “I’m sorry Daddy…” 

 “Being sorry won’t save you baby girl.” 

 Then come the first slap. It sound echoed in the room along with my hiss. He messaged it for a while before hitting the same spot even harder. The same pattern kept going for a while: hit, massage, hit harder, hit, massage, hit harder… You were a moaning mess at the end, and you couldn’t feel your ass.

 “You can’t imagine how much I love the sight of your ass all red and ready.

 You can feel his fingers sliding down carefully towards your wet folds. You moaned when you felt his big finger splitting your lips apart to give him a better look. 

 “That’s it baby, make your little pussy cry me a river.” He said while putting a finger inside of you. 

 You could feel your walls trying to suck it in, recognising it right of the bat. Your pussy was squeezing his finger so hard that when he tried to retract it, a sound of suction could be heard. It’s like if your pussy didn’t to be left without him. 

 Of course you were used to getting something in it every day. Before getting your ass into Belle Rêve, you always had his daddy stick up your tight cunt. 

My, my, my baby, you’re so fucking tight it almost hurt!” 

 Another finger was added to the equation. You bite the sheets under you, muffling the sounds of your moans at the same time. Your daddy’s fingers were hammering inside of you. And you could hear the sound of slapping flesh all around you. 

 Suddenly, you were on your belly, face to face with him. His fingers were shot down your throat without warning, making you chocked over the surprise. You started to swirl your tongue around, the taste of your juice all over your mouth. Soon enough, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. Your wet muscle was dancing with his for a couple minutes, spit falling down of your mouth at how sloppy the kiss was. 

 "You know what baby? I think I found a better way to show people who you belong to.“ 

 ”What is it daddy?“ You asked, in a baby voice.

 His big blue eyes was on you the all time he was lowering his head so his mouth could be at the level of your ear. His fingers were moving all around your body, pinching your nipples at some point, which made you trembled. 

 ”I’m going to breed that little cunt of yours.“ He whispered. You cried out in ecstasy as your hands grabbed a hold of the covers on your bed as his ginormous cock entered your tight little pink pussy.

 You could hear his moans of pleasure as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight walls of your cunt. 

 ”Fuck yeah, suck daddy’s meat with your tight little cunt. Make me feel good babygirl.“ 

 He started moving slowly inside you, breaking the tight suction of your hole around the thickness of his cock. He started to move faster as your moans begin to be louder and louder, working his cock completely in and out of your little cunt. 

 “Mm… that’s it, little pussy, grab onto my cock. Make me fuck it harder.” 

 J grunted with every thrust into your little pussy. His balls popping against your clit over and over slowly turning your pussy into a lake of wetness. Your moans turned into screams ad you knew that if anybody were to be in the house, they would perfectly heard you. 

 He dug his fingers once more into your hips, pulling you into his hard thrust. He could feel his gut twisting in pleasure inside of him. It was so good, so good. It was making his balls tighten with every stroke. He was about to breed his babygirl. 

 ”Fuck, I can’t wait to put my fucking baby inside you.“ 

 You could feel your muscle started to cramp over the movement of in and out of his meat inside of you. Sweat was dripping all over his face. You lift yourself up to wipe it with your tongue. J moaned at your action. You smiled, proud to make him feel so good. But you were rapidly pull back into the bed by his hand that was now wrapped around your tiny neck. 

 He used his grip as leverage, his cock slapping inside you harder than ever. The smell of your sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him go totally insane. He put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into you, to push as far up into your belly as he could get and breed your little hole with his potent seed. 

 ”Oh god, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum with your long, big stick!

 Your pussy clenched down on his dick like a vice, making it close to impossible for him to withdraw. Suction noises was flying in the air as he kept pounding into you. You were still trembling underneath him. 

 You could tell he was close to cum. 

 ”C'mon you little fucking cunt. Milk me. Fuck!“ 

 When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside your sucking walls, milking the incestuous seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed you. He dived as deeply as he could into you. Again and again he stabbed his meat into you forcing your womb to opened up against the head of his cock. 

 “Fuckkkkk yeah… swallow it… little pussy,” he hunched his cock against your womb with every spurt. 

 “Swallow all of Daddy's… hot seed,” he grunted, shaking as he forced the head tight against your cervix and held it there, letting the last drops leak into your opening. Allowing your womb to suckle on the tip, trying to draw every drop from his potent cock. 

 “God damn… suck it… suck it,” he moaned before finally collapsing on top of you as his softening cock fell out of your pussy with an obscene slurp. 

 Your chest was falling heavily as you tried to regulate your respiration. You gently passed your hand into his green hair, kissing his temple sweetly. He raised his head that was currently burried beside your neck and kissed you slowly. 

 “You took all of Daddy’s big cock, little girl,” he murmured against your lips, pecking it once. 

 “And Daddy is really proud of his babygirl,” he pecked it once again. 

 "Nobody will ever take you away from me now.“ He said, rubbing your belly who will soon be the home of somebody else.

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Please- Taehyung Best Friends!AU

Originally posted by pangguk

Genre: Angst

Pairing: TaehyungxReader

Word count: 6k

Summary:  “I’m completly in love with you.” You wanted to say, every time that he asked you to lay down next to him.


“Y/N, are you still awake?” You hear Tae’s slurred voice on the other side of the line. You sit up from the spot that you were previously laid on, on the bed and turn on the lamp, rubbing your eyes.

“I am now. What is it Tae?” You ask. You were peacefully sleeping when you heard your phone ringing. You were ready to kill the person that was calling you at one thirty a.m., perturbing the only good sleep that you had in a while. Until you saw who it was, that is.

“Could you come and pick me up?” He says and you hear the sound of music blasting through his speaker. You rub your forehead and try to focus only on his voice, to try and comprehend what he was saying.

“Where are you?” You question him, getting up from your bed and putting on a pair of jeans, still with the phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder.

“The same place from last night” And from the previous months, you wanted to add. From past months this has become a routine to you, getting up in the middle of the night and picking up Tae from whatever club he was on. By the time you got there he would be already out, drunk and high out of his mind waiting for you, with some lipstick marks all over his face and neck.

The reason why you kept doing this was because you knew you were the only stable thing in his life, you knew that you were the only person that he allowed himself to get this close to. And you just couldn’t let him down.

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten. Be careful” You say putting some pair of sneakers on.

“I always am.” He responds and hangs up.

You get out of your apartment, closing the door behind you, walking down the stair to the front door of your building, towards your car. It was completely dark outside, with the exception of a few sidewalks that were illuminated by the light posts and some houses who still had the lights turned on. It was a bit chilly as well so you rub your hands against your arms in hopes of getting yourself warmed up.

You open the car door and get inside, turning the engine on. The club isn’t very far from where you are staying so you don’t take too long to get there, just as you told him. You could tell him to walk to your place since it is close to where he is, but the last time you told him that, you ended up having to go pick him up anyways, since he almost passed out on the way there from the quantity of alcohol that he had on his body.

“You are a good person Y/N.” He once told you, or even better, slurred to you. You were tucking him in on the sofa of your apartment and he was completely drunk, for a change.

“Why do you say that?” You ask, ruffling his brown hair.

“Because you always put up with my shit” He simply states with his eyes closed “I don’t think I have ever told you this, but thank you, that means a lot to me.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the broken boy that was laying besides you.

“You are welcome.” You said getting up and walking to your room. You stop midway to admire the state that he was in. Sleeping, and slightly snoring with his mouth open, he looked so different from his usual self, more calm, more at peace. “You mean a lot to me too.”

You pull up near the sidewalk. He was there, alone, leaning his body against the light post with his eyes closed, waiting for you. His white shirt was slightly open on the top, reviling a bit of his tanned chest that was covered in red lipstick stains. Typical.

“Hey” He said, still with his eyes closed, as you got out of the car and walked in his direction “You came”

“Yeah, are you okay? Can you walk to my car by yourself?” You ask and he nods with his head.

He took a step or two, clumsily, before almost falling down on the ground. You sigh, helping him up and putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Your house or my apartment?”

“Jimin is having friends over, besides I don’t want to argue with him about all this anymore” Jimin was Taehyung’s roommate and one of the first friends that he had ever made in college. You have talked to him multiple times, when you brought Taehyung home or when you saw him around your campus, and from the contact that you had had with him, you could see that he was a very cool person to be around.

Jimin shared the same opinion as you did when it came to Taehyung, that he had changed. He was always warning him about his constant drinking and the fact that he always came home high, which Tae absolutely despised and always answered with a shrug of his shoulders. But he was only watching out for him, even though that Taehyung couldn’t see it.

“My apartment it is then” You say and keep walking.

“Do you remember when we were young and my mother used to take us star gazing?” He said and pointed at the sky. “I remembered that you fell one day while you tried to see one up close. It was so funny, you got your face all covered in dirt!”

“You still remember that?” You laughed. It wasn’t easy walking with all his weight on you but with the time it got easier for you.

“How could I forget? It was one of the best days of my life, I had so much fun” He said and smiled, as if he was remembering of it all. “Speaking of that, you should have come with me tonight, it was really amazing.”

“Yeah, I bet it was” You said, getting him inside the car and putting his seatbelt on.

“The music was really loud and the drinks… God, you should have been there, you would have a blast.” He smiled at you “But, you know what” He said turning the radio on and putting the volume in the maximum “Since you couldn’t go to the club tonight, I’m going to bring the club to you”

He suddenly started dancing and you couldn’t help but to laugh at his movements. It was at moments like this, even though that he was highly intoxicated, that you liked being his best friend, since he acknowledged you more than simply a ride home.

It didn’t used to be like this before. You and Taehyung had been friends since you were little kids, running around your mother’s garden and playing hide and seek behind the big old tree that was on your backyard. But as you grew older and his mother passed away that Taehyung had become a completely different person. The both of you still remained best friends, but he grew more distant from you, and the more you tried to pull him back, to keep him altogether, the more you started falling for him.

You ignored that feelings, in hopes that if forgot about them they would go away, but they didn’t.

You pull off into your parking lot as he got out of the car. In fear of him falling down since he could barely keep himself up, you run next to Taehyung to help him.

“Don’t worry about me, I can do it” He said while walking up the stairs.

“The last time you said that you almost broke a leg. Now stop being stubborn and let me help you” You said and help him walk towards your apartment door.

“Hey, Y/N, do you think that fishes are thirsty?” He suddenly asks.

“What?”

“Do you think they are thirsty? Or that koalas have feelings?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I never actually thought about it.” You say as you open your door for him to get in. In a normal conversation, if you could call it that, you would try and engage more in his questions, no matter how stupid they were, but now it was very late at night and you were really tired, so you didn’t feel very chatty yourself.

You leave him standing in the middle on the living room alone when you go to your closet to find him some warm blankets since your apartment isn’t very warm at night time.

“Well I think that-” He starts but quickly gets cut off. Oh no. He just didn’t do what you think he did.

You turn around, only to find a pool of vomit on your carpet and on Taehyung’s shirt. Great, just great.

“Sorry” He says and you groan. He goes to your kitchen and picks up some paper towels to clean the carpet, but only ends up smearing it even more.

“You know what” You say, taking the papers off his hands “Don’t worry about it, I will take it to the dry cleaner tomorrow morning. So, how about I get you cleaned for now?”

You grab his arm and lead him towards your bathroom, sitting him on the edge of your toilet .Your bathroom wasn’t very big, with only a sink, a bathtub and a toilet on it, so you two were standing very close to each other.

“I need you to hum… take off your shirt.” You say. He seems a bit nervous with your statement and you can’t help but to wonder why. He gulps, nervously, and you turn around to one of the cabinets, to take out a towel and wet it with a bit of water.

“Tae, you are getting kind of smelly with the vomit on your shirt. You should hum.. take it off” You repeat, blushing. He starts to unbutton it and you tear your eyes away from him and into the white wall that was right before you. He stops midway and looks at you, taking a deep breath, before continuing to do so.

However, you definitely weren’t expecting that. Right on his stomach was a very big purple bruise that seemed to have been made very recently.

“What, what is that?” You said pointing at it. “Are you okay? Who did that to you?”

“I… I owed money to some guys and-“

“Tae, you are still doing that?” You said, disappointment evident in your voice. He looks down, embarrassed by his own actions, and you sigh, taking the first aid kit from under your sink. You put some betadine on a piece of cotton and start pressing it against his stomach “This may hurt a little.”

He groans at the contact and winces in pain.

“This pain is going to sober me up” He says.

“Well, maybe this will serve as a lesson to not do that next time”. You stated and he rolled his eyes. “I want to slap you so much, you know?”

“What? Why?” He asks, confused.

“You make worried sick every time you go out. I’m always afraid that someone might beat you up and I will not be there to help you. Don’t you ever consider the other people’s feelings?” You ramble.

He grasps your wrist with his hand, making you stop your movements, and presses his other hand against your cheek. Your heart starts to race and it feels like it is going to pop out of your chest at any moment and your whole body starts to feel really hot, especially your cheeks.

“I do consider them. That’s why I do what I do.” He simply says. His statement makes you even more confused than you already were. What did he meant by that?

He starts to lean closer and you do as well, until your noses are touching. But you suddenly notice the lipstick marks all over his neck and back away from Taehyung, getting up and clearing your throat.

“I will give you your shirt tomorrow morning. Do you want some other to sleep with or…”

“I’ll be fine like this” He says and gets up from his spot. He walks over to the couch and lays on it, leaving you standing alone on the bathroom.

You then have this sudden feeling of regret. There was a part of you who wanted him to kiss you, a big part, but the reasonable one said no. Mainly because you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if that actually happened, and that it would cost big on your friendship with him. Besides, you knew how he treated girls, and you didn’t want to be one of them.

You join him in on the living room with the blankets on your arms.

“Here” You say while stretching them over Taehyung’s body. He was laying flat on his back, with his arms under his head, and had his stare focused on the ceiling above him.

“Y/N, could you please… just stay with me for a little while… just for today?” He asks, looking you straight in the eyes.

You simply nod your head and lay besides him, under the blanket as he closes his eyes and you ruffle his hair, lovingly. He stretches his arm and wraps it around your body, pushing your back against his chest. Now, under the dim light of your living room’s lamp, he looked beautiful.

“Y/N, come here honey” Taehyung’s mother says and pats on the chair next to her hospital bed, as if mentioning for you to sit down.

“Hello, how are you?” You say, politely, while sitting down on the chair. “I heard that you wanted to talk to me”

“Ah, yes I do. I wanted to talk to you about Taehyung” She smiles.

“Oh.” You blush.

“I know that you care a lot about him. As he does about you” She says and you widen your eyes “So I want you to do me a favour. I want you to look out for him”

“There is no need of that. You are going to get out of this hospital and you-”

“Y/N, I’m dying.” She simply states and a tear starts to slide down her face. “I know my son, and I know how he is going to react when I pass away. He will push everyone away, but please, promise me that you won’t give up on him”

“I… I…” You try to answer to her but nothing seems to get out.

“Please, promise me that. He is just a boy, a lost boy. He just needs someone. He just needs you.” She says, wrapping her hand around yours.

“I… I promise.” You finally say.

You looked at his sleeping figure and smile.

I’m trying the best I can.


You wake up the next morning feeling a bit dizzy. You roll over to your stomach and come face to face with the empty, cold space besides you.

You were already expecting Taehyung to be gone in the morning when you woke up, as he usually did, but this time you felt even sadder and lonelier. You were hoping that maybe, just maybe, what had happened last night had made him change his mind. But you should know better by now, nothing will ever change.

You get up from the couch and boil some water for your morning coffee. God forbid you to go to your morning classes without your coffee.

You get dressed and brush your teeth, tiringly, with your eyes still half closed. When you get back to the kitchen you notice the brown stain on your carpet with a funny smell on it, and all the memories from last night come crashing in to you.

You look at the clock and realize that it’s time for your classes, and today isn’t the best day to be late since you had a very important presentation today.

You get out of your house and walk to your college as fast as your legs allow. If it was like before you would be cautious since you may find Taehyung walking around the campus, but now he barely came to his classes so you were good. You weren’t ready to face him after what happened last night, after you two had almost kissed.

“Y/N!” You hear someone scream behind you. You turn around to find Jimin running while waving at you.

“Jimin, hey.” You say.

“Did you see Taehyung last night? He didn’t come home so I got a bit worried. I even called him but he didn’t answer.”

“Oh.” Your face falls at the mention of his name “He… he called me and I let him crash at my house.” You say as the wind starts to blow a bit stronger.

“Again?” You could hear the sad tone on his voice. Jimin may not know you for long but he wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what was going on between you and Taehyung. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You brush your hair behind your ears.

“I mean, are you really okay?” He says, looking straight in to your eyes.

“I… I don’t know, to be honest.”

“How about we do this, I have to go to class now but I’m going to be at the university café the whole afternoon, so… If you want you can pass by so that we can talk.” He offered and smiled at you.

“Okay, sounds good to me” You agree, shaking your head.

“Okay, see you then.” He said goodbye and then walked away.

You weren’t expecting this, for Jimin to ask you if you wanted to talk but you really wanted to go. You felt this need to just talk it out with someone and you didn’t have any more close people to you other than Taehyung, and Jimin didn’t seem like a bad person. Besides, he already knew about the whole situation between you two.

The time never passed as slowly as it did today and to make it all better, your teacher gave you one and a half hour more of new contents so you didn’t have any way out.

By the time you were finally finished it was already dark outside. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist that read seven thirty p.m. Crap. Was Jimin still at the café?

You ran as fast as you could down the street and in the café direction. The students who were passing by were looking at you with a funny expression on their faces and some of them were even encouraging you to run much faster by giving you thumbs up. College students.

When you finally see the café name from afar you can’t help but to pray that Jimin is still inside, otherwise you would have to walk all the way back and your legs were killing you.

You adjust your hair and your shirt one more time before deciding to go in. To your surprise, there are still a lot people inside, the place is practically packed, so it takes you a while to find Jimin.

He is sitting on the table right beside the window, with his computer in front of him, indicating that he was probably doing some essay.

“Hey” You say as you sit down on the empty chair that was in front of him, and put your stuff on the ground “I’m sorry I’m  late, my teacher decided to make us stay inside for almost two hours”

“Don’t worry, it’s okay” He said and smiled at you.

“Miss” The waiter said, interrupting your conversation “Can I get you anything,?”

“Water please” You answer and he walks away. You focus your attention back on Jimin, who was closing his laptop and clearing his table for you.

“So” He starts “What happened last night?”

You take a deep breath before explaining him everything. From when Taehyung called you to him vomiting on your carpet, to the bathroom scene when you discovered about the bruise on his abdomen and the almost kiss, and finally about when he asked you to lay down with him.

It felt good talking all of your feelings out for a change. And instead of what you were thinking, Jimin didn’t judged any of your actions, he just listened. It was nice to have someone who finally understands your point of view on things for a change, since most of them limited themselves to blame you for everything.

“Woah” He said after a while. You had already finished talking but he hadn’t reacted, which left you a bit nervous. “That’s a lot to process”

“I know” You sigh.

“Have you talked to him yet?” He asked.

“No. When I woke up he was already gone and since he doesn’t come to the classes anymore…” You ramble on. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“Do you plan on going to his rescue every time he is going to call you?”

“I… I have to. I promised his mother that I would watch out for him and-”

“Y/N” He interreputs you, passing a hand through his hair “Do you have to or do you want to?”

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, furring your eyebrows in confusion.

“Do you like him? Y/N, do you like Taehyung?” Did you?

The moment  that those words came out of Jimin’s mouth that the world around you stopped. Did you liked him? It was true that you did felt something different when you were around him, when he hugged you or when he would just simply look at you. Besides that, there was the fact that you always came back to help him, even when you knew that he didn’t deserve your help, because there was something deep down that always kept pulling you towards him. And the time when he said that he cared about you… Did you actually liked him?

“Y/N? Are you there?” Jimin said, waving his hand right in front of your face.

“I… I think I like him” You say and he smiles.

“I knew it.” He smuggled.

“But there is no use in that, he would never see me in that way.” You say as realization hits you hard in the face.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that…” Jimin whispered while scratching the back of his neck.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head a bit.

“I think that he… he may like you” He says and you laugh. You knew Tae very well and there was no chance that he would ever like you that way. But, what if Jimin said was actually true? You wanted to believe that, you honestly wanted to, but you didn’t want to end up even more hurt than what you already were.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, something happened a few days ago…” Jimin starts and you nod your head as a sign that you were listening to him “Surprisingly, he had come to our apartment and was not high, just a bit drunk. -trust me, I know he is very drunk. - and when I tried to help him get to bed, he started saying some stuff…”

“What stuff, Jimin?” He just couldn’t stop there and expect you to be fine about it.

“He started calling out for you, saying that he needed you…”

Your mouth hangs open at his words and you can’t help but look socked. Your heart and brain start to race at the same time and you feel like you were going to explode.

“After that, he started crying. It was the first time ever that I saw him cry. He looked so vulnerable and I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him” Jimin continued. “And then, well, the rest is history.”

He looks at you in hopes of you saying something but you keep yourself quiet. You didn’t move a single muscle since he had finished speaking, you did not even blink.

It was like at this moment a thousand bombs were being thrown at you and you didn’t have any places to hide. It was just too much information to process, especially when all of it was all at the same time.

“I… I…”

“He likes you Y/N, and more important, he needs you.” He says.

“Do you really think that?” You say, your vice filled with hope.

“No, I don’t think that. I know that it is true.”

“It’s just… I just don’t know. I don’t know.” You say and run a hand through your hair. “What do I do?”

“How about you tell him how you feel?” He states as if that was the most simple thing to do in the entire world.

“I can’t do that” You shake your head and scratch your arms. It wasn’t as simple as he made it out to be.

“Why not?” He asks.

“It’s just… I don’t know how to do it. To be honest, he is the first person I have ever… liked. This is all new to me.” You tell Jimin.

You push your hair out of your face and take a deep breath. It was just so funny how your world could collapse in just a matter of minutes. I guess you we are never fully prepared for it.

“I know it isn’t easy to be in the position that you are in, and I admire you for that. But it is time for you to stop thinking so much about him and start focusing more on yourself and from the experience I have, the best thing for you to do that is to talk it all out.” He said.

“Are you sure about that?” You question him again and he smiles at you. Maybe he was right, what did you have to lose? And it was good to take a risk every once a while, to live a little.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’m going to tell him” You say and get up.

“Then go! What are you waiting for? He must be home by now, if you get there quick you might catch him before he goes out!” He says as proceeds to shush you away from his table and towards the door. You smile apologetically at the waiter who was coming at your direction with the bottle of water and at the lady who was cursing at you two for making so much noise.

This is it. You thought while leaving the café.  I am actually doing this.

You swore you had never run this fast in your entire life. Your legs were begging for you to stop, to take a rest, but you just kept going. You were careful to doge the obstacles that came in your way, some of them being people that were going for a walk or a simple trashcan, and that contributed to rail up the emotion that you were filling, like you were in some kind of movie.

In the middle of your way to his house it started to rain and your hair started to get all wet and sticky. Nevertheless, you continued to run. It didn’t matter the fact that you were getting tired, it didn’t matter the fact that you were all soaked in rain, what did matter was that you were going to tell Taehyung that you liked him. And that was the only important thing.

By the time you spotted his house you saw that the lights were turned on, which meant that he was still home.

You tried to make yourself look the most presentable possible and took multiple deep breaths before deciding to knock.

It doesn’t take long for him to open the door, a few seconds or so. When he sees you on the other side, his face goes from a blank to a confused expression. He definitely wasn’t expecting you to come and knock at his door at this hour of the night and he sure has hell wasn’t expecting for you to be all soaked in water and breathless. However, he wasn’t the only one who was surprised, you were too, since it was the first time in days that you actually got to see him sober.

“Y/N, are you okay? Do you want to come in? It’s warmer inside” He says and leaves the door opened for you to come in. You wipe your forehead with your hand, not sure about what you were trying to clean, the rain drops or the nervous sweat that was starting to form on your face.

“Thank you”. You respond as he closed the door behind you. It seemed easier and simpler to do this when you were at the café or when you were running all the way here. Now, it felt like the most difficult thing that you had ever done in your entire life, as if you said the wrong world you could ruin everything.

“I wanted to say something to you” You start, taking a deep breath.

“Jeez, and it couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” He laughed but stopped as soon as he saw the nervous expression that was on your face.

You sat down next to him on the couch and start playing with your fingers, a nervous habit that you had since you were a child. The both of you stay silent for a while, while you get uo the courage to tell him what you really wanted to.

“I like you.” You say, catching him, and yourself, off guard.

The room went quiet for what seemed like hours, the only audible sound being the tick-tack from the wall’s clock and the sound of the rain drops falling against the window. Taehyung suddenly got up, with a blank expression, and walked to the centre of the living room, his back facing you.

“No, no, no.” He said “You can’t like me.”

You get up from the couch and walk towards him, until you are standing in front of him. His eyes were filled with tears and his bottom lip is shaking in between his teeth. You were confused by his reaction. From all the million scenarios that you were created in your head for the possible outcome of your words, this certainly was the least probable one.

“Why not?” You asked, confused.

“You just can’t. Y/N, please, you can’t like me.” He says.

“No, Tae! You just don’t get the right to drop a bomb like that and then walk away like nothing happened. Talk to me, please.” You say. Now it was you who had tears in your eyes. Your face was all wet, your sweat and rain drops were starting to get mixed with your tears, and your insides started you break a little.

“This is why!” He says and cleans the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. He secures your face in between his hands and gets closer to you. “You are crying because of me, I caused this. I hurt you, and I don’t like seeing you hurt, it kills me inside every time I see you sad.”

“No Tae, you don’t hurt me.” You say, smiling. “You make me really happy”

“No I don’t, Y/N. I have seen the look on your face when you are around me. You look sad, lifeless, like someone had sucked all the energy from you. And knowing that the cause of all that was me…” He says. He was now fully crying and you were too. You never knew that he felt this, you never even thought about that. “That was why I always kept pushing you away, and why I am doing it now. This is for the best, Y/N. You will find someone who isn’t broken as I am, someone who can make you smile every day and be there for you. Someone who actually deserves you.”

“No Tae, no. Please don’t do this, please.” You begged.

“I’m sorry Y/N. But I can’t live with myself knowing that I’m hurting you, tearing you apart. So please, I’m begging you, please don’t like me.” He said, hugging you, while you cried in to the crook of his neck. “Please”.

Not So Vanilla 

Summary: The reader is stuck in the friend zone with Archie but desperately wants out. She’s so in her head that she doesn’t pick up on the constant hints Archie drops, or even listen to what Jughead tells her. One party changes all that. 

Word Count: 5458

Author’s note: Okay this is my first Archie imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts and I’m sorry it’s long but trust me theres a lot of smut;) I want to write more Riverdale so tell me if you like it!

You were sitting at a booth in Pop’s across from your best friend Jughead, eating some fries and a milkshake. Jughead was in the middle of one of his philosophical rants about this small town and, “ All the damn secrets within it”.

Riverdale had been turned upside down ever since of the murder of Jason Blossom, and everyone was acting differently. Jughead swore something was up and suddenly your small group of friends turned into, “ Mystery Incorporated” aka the characters of Scooby Doo.

You were distracted from what Jughead was saying when you saw Archie walk in to pick up an order. The thing about Archie was that you were good friends, but you’d always had feelings for him.

The reason you never acted on it was because your other best friend Betty had been in a similar boat, and when she confessed her feelings Archie explained he didn’t feel the same way. Betty was incredible and if Archie turned down her you’d hate to see what he’d do to you.

Betty had moved on and actually started to have something with Jughead, but you still felt like by the laws of girl code it was a no go. Regardless you couldn’t help but stare and let your thoughts drift.

There was always something about Archie that made you think he wasn’t as “innocent” or  “vanilla” as he seemed. Maybe it was because you weren’t so innocent yourself, but that was something not a lot of people got to see.

The more you thought about it the more you realized Jughead was right, the people of Riverdale did have a lot of secrets. You were pulled from your day dreaming when a fry hit your face, “ Earth to (y/n) stop staring I can basically smell the angst radiating off of you”.

Rolling your eyes you threw a fry back, “ Come on Juggy maybe you’re just threatened that someone might have just as big of an imagination as you”. The Archie you truly wanted lived strictly in your imagination because in real life you couldn’t act on your feelings.

Jughead grinned, “  I have a feeling your imagination turns 50 Shades of Orange themed when you look at Archie, and I am NOT threatened by that”. He began to laugh, amused at his own joke leaving you sighing.

If there was anyone who knew just how dirty your mind could get it was Jughead, but that’s why you loved your friendship. You shot right back, “ Don’t even make me bring Betty into this it’s called a Betty Bomb for a reason and I wonder how she makes you explo-”.

Your sentence was cut off when Archie forced Jughead to push over, sitting down in the booth. Jughead sat there looking all to smug watching a blush creep over your face, praying that Archie didn’t pick up on what you’d been saying.

Archie picked up a fry, “ What were you guys talking about? Normal “this is all a conspiracy theory” stuff?”. Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ Something like that…what are you doing here?”.

He leaned forward and sipped from the straw of your milkshake, a weird look in his eyes as he did so. Once he’d drank long enough he explained, “ Picking up an order for the ole man I swear we better do something tonight because if I stay in my house any longer-”.

Jughead intervened, “ You’ll end up like Jason Blossom?”. Archie laughed, “ Jeez Juggy that’s morbid of you…but I guess so”. You felt your mind begin to run wild thinking about what plans the night could possibly bring.

Jughead looked to you, “ You know (y/n) was saying the same thing earlier, she’s just dying to have some fun tonight”. Archie raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed upon his lips. He was intrigued, “ Really doll? I figured you were spending too much time with Jughead over here and going to the dark side”.

Archie had many pet names for you ranging from doll to princess, and they were all really outdated. That was the thing about this town and the people within; you could all be so old fashioned at the same time you were living in the 21st century. Each time he used one of his nicknames it made you core ache.  

You smiled, “ With everything that’s been happening recently I think we all could have some fun….distract ourselves from the current episode of Pretty Little Liars that we’re living in”. Both boys laughed, it was all too true.

You heard the clack of heels which only meant one thing, Veronica. She walked right over to the table after saying hello to her mom, “ Hello Archiekins and the rest of the rag-tag gang”.

Unlike you Veronica had no problem showing her feelings for Archie, and she walked right over Betty while doing so. Jughead sighed, “ That’s what we’re referred to as, the rag-tag gang?”.

She made Jughead push down again as she slid into the booth, making space for herself where there was none. Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, “ Don’t worry Juggy, you’re the ragiest of them all”.

Jughead rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with the little space he had, “ You know I think there’s a limit for how many people can sit on one side of a booth…. yeah Newton founded it”. Veronica had put all her attention on Archie so Jughead’s comment went over her head.

Munching on a fry she asked, “ So what’s a girl like me to do on a night like this?”. Jughead made a face meant only for you and you couldn’t help but giggle. Betty was able to see the good in everyone, and she was the one of the few who could find it in Veronica.

Veronica had been a classic mean girl at her old school but was trying to fix her ways, with everyone BUT you. There was always this tension between you both, and it was all her creation.

In your life of sin all you truly needed was; Jughead, Betty, and Archie. When Veronica was thrown into the mix things became unleveled, but you hoped that you’d soon get to the bottom of whatever was causing it.

Archie looked to you with a smile on his face, “ Well (y/n) suggested we do something fun, and I say we embrace her wild impulses”. He finished his sentence with a wink and you felt your heart leap from your chest.

Veronica wasn’t as amused, “ You’re kidding right? She’s a total Janis not a Regina”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ I don’t know what’s worse Ronnie the fact that I understand that reference or you ability to forget it’s always the quiet ones”.  

Jughead choked on his milkshake at Archies comment, if only he knew. Archie patted Jughead on the back but raised an eyebrow at you, picking up on what had just happened. Trying to downplay things you laughed, “ Come on Jug you should know how to drink by now”.

After catching his breath Jughead replied, “ Sorry (y/n) I just had a revelation, maybe we should hangout at your house..won’t your parents be on a work trip”. You wanted to kill Jughead but instead just smiled.

Veronica grinned, “ Let’s have ourselves a little project x shall we?”. You shook your head, “ Uh how about more like The Breakfast Club”. She rolled her eyes but both Jughead and Archie seemed down.

Archie laughed, “ Anything that will get me out of the house I’m down, let’s invite Betty too”. Veronica tried to hide her disappointment, but both you and Jughead picked up on it. Smiling you replied, “ I’m sure Jughead would love another night with Betty huh Juggy?”.

Once again he threw a fry at you, hoping to distract from how red his face was. Veronica smiled, “ So I guess that means you pair off with me Archiekins”. You wanted to pour your vanilla milkshake over her head right then and there.

Archie looked to you, “ Sorry Ronnie but I think I’m going to have to watch over (y/n) tonight, make sure she actually has fun for once”. You grinned right back at him, and the thought alone made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Veronica got up, “ Well I should be going, text me the details and I’ll grace you all with my presence later” she tried to hide her anger towards everyone else but shot daggers at you. Finally she walked away leaving you three alone.

Archie took another fry, “ I know Ronnie is trying her best to be a good person but I wish she’d respect my space”. You’d always thought that Archie was interested in Veronica, but that all just changed. Jughead gave you a look that said, “ I told you so”.

You spoke your mind, “ I wish she’d respect mine two I swear she has it out for me”. Normally you’d have stayed out of drama but you wanted to see how Archie would respond. Pop called Archie’s name meaning his order was ready.

Before leaving he took one last fry, “ She’s just jealous of you (y/n)… I don’t blame her”. With that he was gone. You thought you’d faint right then and there, did Archie basically just say you were better than Veronica Lodge?

Jughead crossed his arms over his chest, “ I believe there’s a certain saying for times like these…ah yes….I told you so”. You were too happy to be annoyed by his comment, your heart flooding with feelings.

Grinning you explained, “ Did Archie just say Veronica has a reason to be jealous about me? Veronica couldn’t be more of the classic “it” girl Juggy..”. Whenever you compared yourself to Veronica you always came up short due to your own insecurities.

Jughead rolled his eyes, “ What have I been telling you for weeks? Archie likes you (y/n) and Betty likes the idea of you both too”. You nearly choked on your milkshake….Betty knows? He continued, “ Look Betty and I spend many a night pondering certain topics and you and Archie are a common one….basically you have her blessing”.

You were confused, “  She really doesn’t mind Jug…you sure? I love Betty and-”. Jughead started to laugh, “ Let’s just say she’s been too preoccupied to care…”. A smile formed upon your lips not only because Jugheads sexual comment but that fact that two of your closest friends finally found someone who loves them back.

Jughead continued, “ And anyways Betty knew that Archie was just a classic school girl crush and that they work better as friends, but for you and Archie….”.   You were feeling so many emotions at once you felt you could explode.

Smiling you explained, “ I feel so relieved Juggy I was scared that Betty would be hurt if she knew how I felt about Archie! Oh god does this mean I have to actually act on my feelings now?”. You’d spent so much time imagining scenarios with Archie that possibly making them come true was scary.

Jughead grinned, “ Let’s just call this party tonight disney because-”. You finished his sentence, “ It’s where dreams come true”. You shook your head, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Jughead called for the check, “ Come on (y/n) we have places to be, things to do, and a Ginger to make very very happy”.

Jughead used a suggestive tone while saying the words “very” because he knew how badly you’ve wanted to be with Archie. You placed down your half of the check, “ Well let’s see how the party tonight goes-”.

Your sentence was cut off by no other than Cheryl, “ Party tonight…is Pop’s suddenly handing out fortune cookies because this is giving me serious Freaky Friday vibes”. Just when one door closes another door opens, and you wouldn’t mind slamming this one shut.

The last thing you wanted was for Cheryl to come, “ Sorry Cheryl I meant to say our close get together, inner circle only”. She laughed, the kind of laugh you hear before someone pulls a trigger or drops a bomb.

Placing a hand on her hip she replied, “ Oh sweet naive (y/n) nothing in this town happens without me knowing, I’ll be there tonight and you’re welcome in advance”. She was gone as quickly as she had come.

Jughead shook his head looking up, “ He taketh as soon as he giveth”. Cheryl had the power to ruin this party on a biblical scale, locusts and all. Getting up you sighed, “ Let’s focus on the good for once Jug, like how Archie Andrews actually likes me”.

Getting up from the booth as well he placed a hand on your shoulder, “ It’s only been five minutes and it’s already going to your head, how the mighty crumble”. Rolling your eyes you walked out of Pop’s and made it back towards you house with Jughead.

Within five minutes you were already there, entering your empty house. Jughead spread out on your living room couch, “ When the cat’s away the mice will play”. That analogy painted a vivid picture in your mind, your house trashed.

Turning to him you laughed, “ Well I just hope the mice don’t go crazy…”. Jughead smiled, “ It’s going to be fine (y/n) the only people that matter tonight are; you, Archie, and Betty. The rest could be real mice for all I care”.

It felt good to have such a loyal best friend, Jughead really was like no other. Within a second your door bell rang and Jughead just had a grin on his face. Opening the door you realized it was Betty, with about three boxes of party supplies.

She smiled, “ Juggy here explained you were in over your head so your lifeboat has arrived!”. All you could do was giggle and just be thankful for how caring Betty was. She placed the boxes on the coffee table and clapped her hands together, assessing the situation.

Jughead held up a finger, “ Before we go off to battle I should relay the game changing drama that has unfolded”. Betty raised a eyebrow and sat down next to Jughead, “ Do tell Juggy”.

He looked to you and then Betty, “ We were at Pop’s and were visited by the three ghosts of Christmas, Cheryl the ghost of no other than Christmas past because no one willingly spends time in the present with her, Veronica the ghost of Christmas present because she’s somehow always in our lives, and finally the ghost of Christmas yet to come…Archie”.

Betty grinned, “ Now why exactly is Archie the ghost of Christmas yet to come?”. If Jughead wasn’t smiling like a madman before he was now, “ I’m passing the torch to (y/n)”. Betty was beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Blushing you explained, “ Well as per usual Veronica was being a bitch to me and Archie said it’s because she’s jealous of me..”. Jughead intervened, “ That’s not all our sweet little (y/n)”. Jughead was loving this moment because you were finally realizing that you were worth it.

He knew how insecure you were and he hated it, he wished he could go into your mind and rewrite each bad thought you had. Biting your lip you continued, “ He said he didn’t blame her for being jealous..”.

Betty let out an excited scream, “ OMG I told you Jughead!!! Archie totally likes (y/n) I KNEW it!”. You felt relieved to know Jughead wasn’t lying, she really was happy for you. Still you wanted to double check, “ It’s not weird for you Betty I don’t want-”.

She cut you off, “ Trust me (y/n) Archie was just a really intense crush for me before I knew what actually caring for someone felt like….and what it feels like when someone cares about you the same way”.

As she spoke she looked to Jughead and you swore there was a sparkle in both their eyes. You placed a hand over your chest, “ Awe you two melt my heart, as long as I know I’m not hurting you and you’re happy now that’s all that matters”.

Jughead scoffed, “ Now can you remind me why we tolerate Veronica, she not only has a thing for Archie but also has some weird vendetta against (y/n)”. He was right, you wanted to know why Betty still remained friends with her.

Betty smiled, “ Look Veronica is trying to be a better person, and when you try most often than not you also fail…but I don’t want to be a reason why she doesn’t try at all”. How could Betty be so compassionate?

You shook your head, “ But Betty she clearly has a thing for Archie and doesn’t even try to hide it and she knows what happened between you both!”. Jughead nodded his head, agreeing with you. He hated that Veronica clearly took advantage of Betty.

She just shrugged her shoulders, “ I know trust me I see it, but I know Archie doesn’t care about her. He wouldn’t support Veronica trying to get out the last of her mean girl ways”.

Betty continued, “ Archie cares about you (y/n) and so it doesn’t even matter how Veronica acts because he’d never act on it. She only wants him because he wants you (y/n) and soon she’ll get the hint”.

Shaking your head you replied, “ I guess Betty but it still irks me to know she didn’t even talk to you about it”. Once Betty set her mind to something there was no changing it, if she wanted to still see the good in Veronica than damn straight she would.

Jughead sighed, “ Oh Betty Cooper the world truly does not deserve someone as forgiving and caring as you”. He kissed her forehead after he finished his sentence and she looked so blissfully happy.

She clapped her hands together, “ Okay enough drama talk I think it’s time we get this party going”. Betty started to unpack the boxes which included things from plastic cups and snacks to a first aid kid.

You started to pick up around your house and before you knew it you’d spent an hour and a half setting up. When it was finished Betty smiled, “ It’s perfect, now we have to get ready”. Jughead looked himself up and down, “ This is as ready as I’ll ever be, you two can go get ready upstairs”.

You and Betty looked to each other completely giddy, it had been awhile since you’d gotten all dolled up. Betty had brought along a light blue dress and ballerina flats for herself. You decided you’d wear a short black dress that hugged your curves but flared out, simple yet stunning.

You paired it with a black lace choker and short black pumps and when you turned around Betty’s jaw dropped, “ You look so good (y/n) Archie is going to love it”. Betty did her normal makeup look and you did a gold smokey eye and pink lip.

Betty’s mood changed, “ I love it, but why are you so dressed up?”. You’d almost forgot to explain that Cheryl was coming, which meant the rest of the school as well. Rolling your eyes you said, “ Cheryl overheard us in Pop’s which means she’s bringing the entire school with her”.

Betty looked mad for a moment but shook it off, “ Who cares? All the matters is that something finally happens between you and Archie tonight and when you look like that how could he resist?”.

Laughing you hugged Betty, her kind words meaning so much to you. You did a slow spin, “ I guess I do clean up nicely huh?”. Looking at your phone you realized another hour had passed, making it nine o’clock.

Now that you were ready you and Betty headed downstairs, preparing for the possible arrival of any guests. Walking down the stairs you realized music was already playing and there were voices talking.

In your living room sat; Jughead, Kevin, Ethel, Veronica, and Archie. When you walked over to them Kevin whistled, “ Shit (y/n) you look good! If I weren’t gay-”. Veronica cut him off, “ But you are…nice clean up job guys”.

Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s a special night” and she looked to you and Archie as she said so. Archie smirked, “ You look really good doll, black has never looked better”. Jughead winked at you, hinting to Archie’s feelings for you.

You smiled, “ Thanks Archie you’re not looking too bad yourself”. He winked at you and leaned back into the couch. Kevin was eager to start the night, “ So when will our other guests be arriving?”.

Before you knew it the doorbell rang and Jughead said, “ Speak of the devil…literally we might as well be summoning the devil”. Opening the door you were greeted by Cheryl, and nearly half the school.

Cheryl smiled her fake smile, “ One keg in the backyard boys the other in the kitchen”. Stepping back you allowed everyone in, flooding your house. Cheryl turned to you, “ You look good (y/n) hoping to finally tie down Archiekins?”.

Faking a smile yourself you replied, “ Something like that…”. A strange look appeared on Cheryl’s face and you suddenly feared you’d fed her inner monster. She made her way towards the living room where everyone was sitting and placed a bottle of tequila on the table.

You followed suit, trying to brace yourself for whatever she had planned. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ We’re going to play a good old game of truth or dare”. Jughead laughed, “What are we five?”.

Cheryl shot back, “ No Jughead we’re just a group of people that need to be forced into action right (y/n)?”.  You nodded your head hoping Archie wouldn’t pick up on what she’d been hinting at.

She continued, “ The rules are simple pick either truth or dare, BUT if either option is to much for you take a shot instead”. Looking to Jughead you didn’t hide your apprehensions, this could go really bad really fast.

Betty wanted to help, “ I’ll go first Cheryl” but Cheryl just shook her head. Grinning she said, “ Aw sweet Betty you’re a little to naive for this, the first round goes to Archie”. Cheryl winked at you before asking her question.

She smiled, “ So Archiekins what will it be, truth or dare”. Archie just looked at you and then giggled, feeling daring himself. He replied with dare and those around you roared with excitement.

Cheryl smirked, “ I dare you to choose who you’d rather hook up with, Veronica or (y/n)”. You felt your heart stop beating and you just looked to Jughead and Betty, too paralyzed to do anything else.

Archie didn’t hesitate, “ (y/n)” and he winked at you. You never wanted him more than in that moment, and the rest of the room roared again. Cheryl turned to you, “ Do I have to dare you to kiss him or are you going to give the boy what he wants?”.

You bit your lip unsure of what to do but then you remembered what Jughead and Betty had told you, “ All that matters tonight is you and Archie”. Both Jughead and Betty were trying to hold in their excitement, but were miserably failing.

Summoning up the courage you extended a hand to Archie, “ Now or never Arch”. He took your hand in his and let you lead the way, beaming with excitement. You lead him upstairs and did your best to ignore the comments and cheering from everyone else.

When you got upstairs you lead him to your room closing the door behind you. You stood there unsure of what to do next, and he picked up on it. He picked your chin up with his fingers, “What’s the matter doll?”.

You told the truth, “ Are you sure you like me because-”. He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, he tasted lightly of cinnamon. As he kissed you his hands explored your body, roaming up and down your curves.

He began to kiss your neck and whispered into your ear, “ I’ve wanted you for so long (y/n) you don’t even know”. It sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to appear all over your skin. Archie brought his head up to face you again, “ Talk to me doll, let me know what you want”.

He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb begging you to speak. You barely got it out, “ I want you Archie”. Your words caused a smirk to spread across his face and his eyes to light up. Licking his lips he replied, “ Good girl”.

Archie lead you to the bed and you were now straddling him. He rested his hands on your hips and you began kissing again. This time his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, he needed more.

As the kiss intensified your grinded your hips against him earning a groan from him. Archie started to kiss down your neck until he found that magical spot and sucked, “ God Archie”. You felt him smile against your skin, proud of how good he could make you feel.

You groaned again when you felt how hard he was, your confidence growing. His fingertips brushed your upper thighs and he started to push up the hem of your dress, his touch sending waves of need to your core.

He whispered into your ear again, “ You look so damn good in that dress doll, but you’d look even better out of it”. It was your turn to smile and you leaned back, beginning to take off your dress. Archie sat there watching you with lust filled eyes, completely in awe.

Slowly you pulled your dress over your head and off of your body keeping eye contact the entire time. Archie was biting his lip trying to hold back from taking you right then and there. When it was off your body you grinned, “ Your turn”.

He smirked, “ Fair is fair (y/n)” and he took off his shirt. Leaning forward you rested your hands on his chest as he took off his pants. Grinning you said, “ Working for your dad this summer did have it’s benefits”.

There was barely anything separating you from Archie and you felt how hard he was. Archie leaned forward and kissed the valley between your breasts, coaxing you to undo your bra. Taking the hint you unclasped it from behind, the cold air making your nipples erect.

He began to suck on your left breast, “ God you’re beautiful (y/n)”. As he swirled his tongue around your nipple you moaned his name loudly, making his erection grow even more. Your voice was shaky, “ Archie I need you”.

Archie took his mouth off of your nipple and instead massage your breast, “ All I needed to hear (y/n)”. He slid down his boxers and you took off your panties, now nothing separated you both. Archie bit his lip, “ So fucking beautiful”.

He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing to make sure you truly wanted this. Looking down you saw a different look in his eyes possibly love, “ I want this so bad Archie…I want you”. He smiled and kissed you passionately, crashing his lips into yours.

Archie finally entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were still straddling him and feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Archie felt your walls tightening around him, “ God (y/n) this feels so good”.

Feeling more confident you started to rotate your hips, moving back and forth. Archie groaned, “That’s it doll…fuck”. His hands gripped your hips guiding your body to move perfectly with his.

It felt so wonderful to be so in sync with him and you started to moan his name. You began to kiss his neck, leaving marks resembling the ones he’d left on you. You’d never felt anything like this, being this close with someone both emotionally and physically.

Maybe it was because the beginning of this year had started with death that you felt this exact moment represented so much more. The both of you had stopped letting things get in the way and were truly living.

He groaned, “ You feel so good (y/n)” and you felt him starting to thrust his hips up. Your bodies were moving together as you started to bounce up and down. Feeling him enter in and out of you was all too much.

Each time he entered fully into you he hit your g-spot, and you felt your orgasm coming. Archie felt it two, “ Fuck (y/n) I’m going to cum”. His thrusts got even quicker, pushing you closer.

Your face was still in the crook of his neck, “ I wanna see your face baby”. Moving your head you made eye contact with him and saw his lust blown pupils. Leaning forward you kissed him, intensifying the moment.

Picking up the pace you went faster as well, needing to reach your climax. Archie took his lips off of yours and moaned loudly, this all too much. He barely got it out, “ Cum with me (y/n)”.

His words pushed you over the edge and you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Suddenly every nerve in your body was on fire from the amount of pleasure you felt. Your eyes closed shut trying to handle everything you were feeling at once.

You felt Archie twitch inside of you as his orgasm washed over him. You both moaned each other’s names, it was the only thing your brains could process. He held onto your body tightly and you felt him shake beneath you.

The both of you were lost in the moment, neither of you had felt something like this before. You rested your head in the crook of his neck again, “ Fuck Archie that was amazing”. He turned his head and kissed your forehead, a huge smile on his face.

Suddenly he shifted so you were now on your back and he was hovering over you, propping himself up with his elbow. Looking down at you he grinned, “ I can’t believe we waited so long…”.

As he spoke with his free hand he dragged his fingertips lightly down your body, sending shivers down your spin. Smiling back you replied, “ I always knew there was another side to you Archie Andrews”.

Biting his lip he replied, “ And you’ve barely explored it”. The entire mood shifted and you suddenly felt extremely needy again. He winked, “ Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not done with you yet”. He placed his lips lightly on yours, wanting to take his time.

You ran your hands through his bright orange hair making him groan, and you felt him smile. He pulled his head back, “ And I always knew there was another side to you doll, and I want to take my time exploring it”.

Biting your lip you imagined what that would mean for you both. Before you could continue there was a loud banging on the door, “ Wrap it up love birds, the sheriff is busting this popsicle stand”.

You both started to laugh knowing by the phrasing it was no other than Jughead. Archie yelled back, “ Way to ruin the moment Juggy!”. The both of you started to get dressed, and you wished you could lay your bed with him forever.

Jughead yelled back, “ Trust me Archie I heard you were finished, I’m not ruining anything!”. You heard him laugh from the other side of the door, proud of his own joke. When you were finally dressed Archie pulled you close again, “ Because I got cutoff, I really like you (y/n) and although you make me fucking explode by just thinking about you I want more than that”.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach again, “ I really like you two Archie…for more than just how hard you can make me cum”. He started to laugh and you knew you were falling in love with him, but you didn’t know he was falling in love two.

Jughead yelled again, “ You’re going to want to get down here and talk to the sheriff with Kevin because I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fool around if (y/n) is grounded for life”. Archie kissed your forehead again before leading you outside of your room.

Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ No more comments Juggy, I’m too worn out for that”. Jughead’s jaw dropped, feeling extremely happy for you but also shocked. You didn’t care that you’d have to talk to the sheriff, Archie Andrews was now yours and that’s all that mattered.

BTS reaction when you have tattoos 

(requested by 2 anons: can I request a bts reaction to y/n having tattoos but being real soft instead of intimidating? thank you thank you !🌞🌞  + if you don’t mind can I request a bts reaction to y/n having tattoos but is an actual softie pls 🐸 have a nice week !!! 😇)

warnings: smut*ish*

This was the first time he saw your multiple small tattoos and knowing you’re a soft cutie he was caught off guard by this


Yoongi

„Those are lovely“ he said and it took you a while to get what he was talking about. But you realised very quickly as he kept staring there where the tattoos were with a smile on his face.


Namjoon

They were actually a turn-on for him. He bit his finger and looked at your leg where one of them was. „Hidding something from me?“ he said with a low voice as he hovered over you on the sofa.


Jin

He never thought you’d have a tattoo, let alone a few of them. He smirked and looked at you with a dark gaze. „You’ll have some explaining to do princess“


Jimin

Once he noticed them he went quiet and just stared at them intensely. He liked them.. a lot. His boner could prove that. „Jagi come here before I lose the little self-control I have“


Hoseok

He was mesmerized and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. At first he was shocked but on the other hand he liked them way too much. „I want to see them better. In bed. Now.“


Taehyung

He liked them but that was covered with pure shock. He gasped and looked at them wide-eyed. „Wow jagi um they are so pretty.. I had no idea.. Wow“


Jungkook

He walked in the room still eating breakfast when he saw your tattoos. He leaned on the table near you, smirking. „We’ll have fun tonight, I promise“ he gave you a dark, pervy look.



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Movie Night Pt. 5

Girls Night Edition

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2226

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, swearing, fingering, dirty talk, biting, marking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fluff and yucky love stuff.

A/N: I had 2 requests in my inbox for a part 5! Movie Night is so much fun! You don’t have to read the first four parts to know what is going on, but it would help! Words in italics is a memory, bold is text messages.

One - Two - Three - Four

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“Let’s talk about Bucky!”

You picked up your wineglass and peeked at Natasha above the rim as you took a sip. You shook your head with a smile.

“This is the third time tonight that you have tried prying information out of me,” you said to the group.

“Well, if you were a little more forthcoming with details, we wouldn’t have to pry,” Pepper said, tucking her legs underneath herself on the couch next to you.

“You and Bucky have been so secretive, it’s annoying,” Maria said, swirling the wine in her glass.

“What has it been now?” Sharon asked from her spot on the floor. “Three or four months?”

You took another sip of wine before answering, “Close to four.” A bowl of popcorn appeared in front of your face, suspended in the air by a red mist. Startled, you grabbed it before it fell, “Jesus Wanda… scare someone to death!”

She laughed before sitting in front of you on the floor, back against the couch. “I like the way Bucky grabs her butt when he thinks no one is looking,” she said, looking over her shoulder at you with a wink.

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Homecoming

// In which Alejandro Antonio Bartholomew IV makes his first appearance  in Miami //

This is Part 1 the much awaited sugar daddy Justin series. 

Disclaimer: I am not a spanish speaker therefore I apologize in advanced if there are any grammatical issues.

*Contains Mature Content*

pls enjoy and i hope y'all look forward to this series - drea✨

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bring me home in a blinding dream

title from ‘castle of glass’ by linkin park. another of those fake dating aus because apparently they’re the source of my life.


She was going to kill Mary Margaret.

It’s one thing being set up on a blind date. Emma had suffered through enough of those; her sister-in-law kindly believes that there’s a soulmate out there for everyone, and the way to find them is through chance encounters. Emma gets plenty of chance encounters. Nothing like being a bail bondswoman to introduce you to a lot of men.

(She had pointed that out to Mary Margaret the day before. Her sister-in-law had frowned, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Yes, you definitely want to spend the rest of your life with a criminal who you caught while wearing four-inch stilettos. No, you’re going out to dinner with a friend of a friend of a friend that I heard was recently single. Tomorrow night. At seven. Be prepared.” She had then kissed Emma on the cheek, pushed her toward the couch, and had left Emma’s apartment without so much as a chipper “bye!”)

It’s quite another thing being stood up on a blind date.

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Thigh riding (Woozi)

Smut.


Work had been stressful for you recently, with assignments, meetings and the like piling up one after another, and now that they were all behind (for the time being), all you wanted to do was let go after weeks and weeks of stress and nothing but work, work and work.

So you had decided to go to a club with two of your best friends. It was surprisingly empty for a Friday night, but you didn’t mind: you didn’t particularly enjoy huge masses of people anyway.

Having left your jackets at the cloakroom, you and your friends went straight to the bar and ordered whatever your hearts desired. While enjoying your drinks, you looked around.

“So, Y/N,” one of your friends began and smiled at you. “What do you want to do tonight?”

You looked thoughtful as you sipped your drink, and slowly moved your gaze from the dancefloor to your friend. “Dancing is a must, otherwise I don’t mind as long as it’s fun.”

Your other friend cheered in excitement. “Leave it to us, it’ll be a fun night alright!”

And that it really was - you couldn’t remember having smiled and laughed that much during the past two weeks combined. You talked a lot with your friends, met new people who you had fun with, and like you had wished, danced.

At first, you danced with your friends, but at some point you felt someone bump into you. Upon turning around to look at the person, you were met with a small, embarrassed smile from a guy who pointed behind him. “Sorry, my friends are idiots and thought pushing me into you was a good idea.”

You quirked your eyebrow and looked at the two laughing men behind him, and giggled. “It’s fine, really. I didn’t fall, after all, did I?”

The male grinned. “Luckily, you didn’t. Anyway, my name is Jihoon.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said with a bright smile, and with the song changing into one of your favorites - and a very sensual one, at that - you licked your lips. “Do you want to dance?”

There was something in your gaze and the way you said the words that made Jihoon swallow, but he really didn’t know why he would refuse, especially when he was still slightly bummed at his friends, so he found himself nodding, and soon later, dancing very closely with you.

It almost took you aback how much chemistry there seemed to be with the two of you from early on, even if physical. His body felt toned and all around good as it was pressed against yours and moved along to the rhythm of the music. You danced together for a few songs, during some pressed more closely to each other than you normally would with anyone - yet you wished you could’ve been even closer to him - and during some just having fun and letting go as you moved about, turning around and joking with each other.

Jihoon had unbuttoned some of his dark red button-down by the end of your dances together, and if he had looked attractive before, he looked sinfully gorgeous then. While dancing, you had taken a better look at him, too: he had handsome features, and with his killer smile and shy yet somehow confident aura, he was your type in more ways than one. It was only a plus that he danced well, wasn’t afraid to hold you, and most of all, managed to make you laugh.

After dancing, you found your ways to the bar and started talking more, with drinks in front of you. It was mostly casual chit-chatting with some very flirtatious undertones, and the longer you talked, the touchier your found yourself getting, your hand flying to Jihoon’s arm more and more often, feeling up the slightly defined muscles through the crisp material of his shirt. Not that his hand would’ve left your thigh once it had settled on it, either, though.

Eventually you found yourself leaning closer to him, and when he didn’t do anything to pull away, pressed your lips to his, curious and a bit reserved. However, when Jihoon kissed you back passionately, all reservedness of yours flew out of the window, and your hand on his arm tightened a little.

Some minutes later, Jihoon swallowed and squeezed your leg before turning to look at you, his eyes the slightest bit darker than they had been a bit earlier. “I’m sorry if this sounds pushy, but would you like to just–”

“Take this to your place? Gladly,” you said without waiting for Jihoon to finish his sentence, but judging by the grin that spread to his lips, you concluded you had been correct about where his question was headed to. His hand lingered on your thigh for a while longer, as if he didn’t really want to let go.

“Shall we go, then?” he asked while standing up, and with excitement pooling inside of you, you nodded and followed him to the cloakroom, from where you retrieved your jackets. You sent a message to your friends, who you had been separated from around the time Jihoon bumped into you, and told them that you’d be spending the night with him, just so that they wouldn’t get worried about you at a later time. Not waiting for a reply, you put your phone into your purse and followed Jihoon out of the club, your hand reaching for his while he tried to get the two of you a cab.

“Do you live far?” you inquired when a cab finally pulled by, and opening the door, Jihoon smiled at you.

“Not that far, maybe five, ten minutes away,” he said and motioned for you to get in the car, and so you did. He joined you on the backseat of the cab and gave the driver his address before turning back to you, his hand absentmindedly finding its way to your leg again. You scooted a little closer to Jihoon, placing your hand on his leg, too, and squeezed it.

“You should know I don’t do this very often,” you said quietly and looked into his eyes, just as deep and lustful as your own. Considering you had indeed not done things like that too often, it all felt incredibly good and familiar with him. His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned a bit closer to you.

“Me neither,” he whispered, his eyes slowly falling down to your lips, and all it took was another breath for you to lean in for a kiss, needy from the very second your lips met his.

He replied to the kiss almost immediately, his hand squeezing your thigh and moving slightly higher on it while his other hand found your neck, cupping it gently. You teased his lips with your tongue and grinned when you heard Jihoon sigh, only a moment before he parted his lips and let your tongue into his mouth. Needless to say, things were getting heated, and they got heated fast.

Had it not been for the voice at the backs of your heads nagging at you, reminding that you were in a cab, you would’ve probably gone a lot further than you ended up going, which was nothing but making out with some good caresses over the clothes that allowed you to feel how hard Jihoon was while he felt you up over your clothes, although his fingers did slide under your skirt as well.

“Excuse me, we’ve arrived,” the cab driver said after clearing his throat when the car had indeed stopped, and turned to face you with a disinterested face, as if it was perfectly normal for him to see his customers all over each other on the backseat. Then again, it probably was.

You got off Jihoon’s lap, which you were half on and, giggling, waited for him to pay for the ride before you both got out of the cab. It didn’t take you long to get to his apartment in the sixth floor of the apartment complex, and as soon as he had shut the door behind himself, you found yourself pressed against the wall next to the door.

“Straight to the point,” you said with a grin when you felt Jihoon’s hands on your legs, sliding up them and under your skirt, while his lips latched onto your neck. He hummed, whereas your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of him kissing and sucking lightly on your skin, and with his hands on your ass, it was impossible not to grind into him, if only a little.

“I think we’re both just as impatient,” he chuckled against your neck when he felt you pushing against his crotch, and began trailing kisses a bit lower on your chest. Wetness was pooling between your legs already, and you knew for a fact that Jihoon had been hard for a good while as well. Impatience felt like an understatement, really, because you were downright desperate.

You got your hand in Jihoon’s blond hair and tugged at it lightly, so that he pulled back and looked into your eyes. Biting your lip playfully, you placed your other hand on Jihoon’s chest and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Where’s your couch?”

A grin spread to his lips as he tilted his head to the left, where you figured his living room was located. “It’s right there.”

You just nodded, and instead of saying anything more, pulled him into a kiss from his collar, during which you began stumbling to the living room, desperately trying to get both yourself and him out of your clothes as you went. It was your pleasure to unbutton his shirt until the end and slide it off his arms, because what you were met with was a lot more muscle than you had expected, and you couldn’t help but let your fingers trace down his abs and play with the trail of black hair leading to his boxers.

“That kind of tickles,” Jihoon said with a lopsided grin as he sat down on the couch and pulled you down with him. You chuckled and sat on his lap, looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

“Not my problem,” you muttered before slowly closing the distance between your lips, while your hand moved down his stomach to his boxers, where you palmed him through the fabric. Jihoon grunted against your lips and unhooked your strapless bra, and after tossing it away, easily slid his hand into your panties from the back. You jolted at the touch, and when you felt his fingers moving around in your wetness, you moaned, and the sound Jihoon let out wasn’t far from that, either.

“You’re soaked, baby,” he mumbled into the kiss, while you let out a slightly frustrated sound.

“I know, and if you don’t mind, you could do something about it,” you whined, trying to grind against his fingers a little, which in all honesty was incredibly satisfying yet not exactly what you wanted. Sliding your hand into Jihoon’s boxers, you took a firm grip on his cock and stroked it slowly. “God, I really need you to fuck me.”

“I can’t wait to,” Jihoon said with a breathy gasp when your palm went over the head of his length, and continued exploring your wet pussy with his fingers. You spent a while like that, with you stroking him slowly and him being so close to fingering you that eventually you just told him to go for it. While one of his fingers slowly slid into you, you bent down and pulled his boxers down enough for his cock to be free, standing up hard and proud, with some pre-cum smeared around it.

You looked at his length with such adoring hunger that Jihoon couldn’t help but chuckle while his finger moved in and out of you steadily. “That’s all you can think of right now, isn’t it?”

“Pretty much,” you sighed and leaned down, pressing kisses along the shaft in your hand. Jihoon was fairly well endowed, which you were infinitely grateful for, and apparently fit pretty perfectly in your mouth.

Upon feeling you take him into your mouth and your tongue swirling around the head of his length, Jihoon threw his head back and grunted. His voice sounded the slightest bit unsteady as he spoke with another finger teasing your entrance. “That’s a good girl.”

You hummed around him, which prompted another deep grunt from Jihoon that went straight to your core and had you clenching a little around his fingers. When you felt the second finger enter, you let out a satisfied sigh and took as much of him into your mouth as you could before pulling back up, a thin trail of saliva connecting your puffy lips to his cock, glistening with the mix of your saliva and his pre-cum.

Jihoon’s gaze was almost burning when you looked at him, and his fingers never ceased moving inside of you. You were certain your juices were just about everywhere at that point, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Suddenly his eyes widened, and his fingers came to a halt. You frowned a little. “…I forgot I ran out of condoms.”

It felt like a rough blow of cold wind straight into your face, and you found yourself blinking. “Are you saying you have none?”

Jihoon seemed a bit embarrassed as he nodded, although it was obvious he was just as disappointed as you were. “Do you have any?”

“No,” you sighed heavily, and once Jihoon had pulled his fingers out, moved to sit next to him on the couch, the dark leather of it cool against your warm skin. “I wasn’t planning for this to happen, and I’ve been too busy lately to even think about keeping one in my bag.”

For a moment you sat silently, you with your arms slightly crossed by your chest and Jihoon with his hand on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into it. He hummed, and you felt his hand move up your leg slowly. “Well… I know we were both looking forward to something else, but we could still do other stuff.”

By the end of his sentence, Jihoon’s hand was already on your crotch, and you couldn’t help but buck against it, desperate for the friction. You uncrossed your arms and placed one hand on the couch and another on Jihoon’s hand, giving him a small grin. “I like the sound of that.”

You got out of your panties, which left you naked, and got Jihoon’s boxers off him, too. Standing on your knees above his lap, you ran your fingers through his hair and looked down at him, straight in the eye, practically eye-fucking him, while his finger massaged your clit in slow, utterly satisfying circles, with you slowly grinding into his finger.

Jihoon chuckled, half-joking as he spoke. “If you want to ride something, I do have two thighs.”

You froze for a second, then let your eyes fall down to his legs - a quiet gasp left your lips when you saw just how nice those two thighs happened to be. “Well, if you don’t mind…”

He just shook his head with a lopsided grin while you moved about until his left thigh was between your legs and you were lowering yourself onto it with Jihoon’s hand on your hip. “Just go for it, baby.”

And you did, moaning as your wet pussy met his cool thigh and you moved for the first time. It was just the friction you needed. He watched you in curiosity, taking in just how swiftly your hips were moving and how erect your nipples were right on his face level, which was also why he was unable to hold himself back when he brought his lips to your breasts and began kissing them.

“That feels good,” you mumbled through your quiet moans as you continued grinding on his thigh at a steady pace, the feeling of his lips moving on your breasts and wrapping around your nipple every now and then only making you that much wetter and needier.

“That was the point,” Jihoon muttered into your skin and continued giving your breasts the kind of attention that infinitely fueled your desire.

You loved the way his thigh felt against you: the way Jihoon would occasionally tensen it so that it felt more solid; the way your clit rubbed into it; the way it was just that much better than using an inanimate object, even if you couldn’t really compare them in the first place. On occasion Jihoon would also shake his leg a little, which always had your breath hitching and your nails digging into his shoulders.

And just as much, he loved watching you, knowing it was his thigh giving you so much pleasure, and especially when it was something he did that clearly made you feel good, he felt a surge of pride inside of him. Naturally it was also something he greatly appreciated that you looked incredibly hot while so needy and so open about it (although he had thought you were hot for the whole night).

From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand start to move closer to his cock, but you grinned and took a hold of it before he could. He gave you a surprised look, but you merely shook your head with a small, playful smirk taking over your features. “Let me.”

He definitely didn’t mind, and so you began stroking him more or less in time with your movements on his leg, and felt his fingers dig a little into your hips as his breathing grew heavier.

“Holy fuck,” Jihoon hissed and let his head fall back and his eyes fall shut while he was overcome with pleasure, both from being touched by you and knowing just how horny you were, right on his lap. Your hand felt heavenly on his length, soft skin on soft skin, and whenever your thumb gently slid over the head of his cock or dipped into the slit, his hips bucked up a little, also resulting in his thigh rubbing into your pussy in a completely new way.

You grinned at his reaction, which he was so obviously unable to hold back, and let your forehead fall against his shoulder as you rode his thigh desperately, your body jolting whenever your clit got just the right kind of a rub. As you got closer to your orgasm, further assisted by Jihoon’s hands that were roaming on your body, it was impossible for you to be quiet. Jihoon’s lips spread to a grin when he could hear the quiet, breathy “Yes”es coming from you and felt your hand get sloppier on his cock.

“Let me help you out a little,” he said, voice raspy and deep, and slid one of his hands down from where it had been on your breast, all the way down to your crotch. You bit down on your lower lip with a whimper when his forefinger pressed into your swollen, sensitive clit, and began massaging it in fast circles.

But it wasn’t enough for you, which Jihoon learned when you, with the most commanding tone you could muster (which in all honesty wasn’t that difficult when you were so close to and so desperate to come), told him to finger you instead.

His hips bucked up at your command, and he for the first time moaned at the feeling of himself moving in your fist. Jihoon moved his hand from your front to your back, and when you adjusted your hips a little, he easily caught some of your wetness to his fingers before easing the first, and soon the second finger into you.

And oh how badly he wished it was his cock inside of you instead, because that was just how temptingly hot and wet you were.

With Jihoon’s fingers moving inside of you fluidly, riding his thigh felt even better. You could barely hold your moans back at all at that point, and instead you allowed the pending orgasm finally start washing over you, while you also stroked Jihoon with a delicious twist of your wrist.

“I’m coming,” you were able to whimper into Jihoon’s shoulder right as you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach open and your core clenching around his fingers, your legs shutting a little by instinct as you released. It was that, joined by your palm moving on the head of his cock, that had Jihoon ejaculating soon, too, his cum covering your fingers and some of his lower stomach while he let out a long, satisfied grunt.

“That was,” he breathed, slowly sliding his fingers out of you and sucking them clean with an approving hum, grinning a bit tiredly afterwards, “a lot better than expected, after the condom catastrophe.”

“It was,” you chuckled and remained in place, slowly moving your hand from Jihoon’s cock to your mouth before licking it clean from his release, his eyes following you intently.

You were panting as you leaned into him, your legs shaky underneath you and your pussy quivering against his sticky thigh. Jihoon stroked your back absentmindedly, and you loved the way it felt. When you had caught your breath, you swallowed. “So… is this a one night kind of a thing, or…”

Jihoon chuckled, at which you pulled back so that you could see his face. His eyes scanned you, and at the end he quirked his eyebrow meaningfully. “Not to be disgusting or anything, but I still want to nail you, so I’m hoping for at least a two night kind of a thing.”

It was impossible not to smile at his comment, so your lips curved into a wide smile as you stroked his hair with your fingers. “You’re lucky the feeling is mutual, because otherwise that wouldn’t have sounded good at all.”

He shrugged and grinned, and you leaned down to kiss him, right on time to hear the wall clock of one of his neighbor’s hit 2am.

“Can I sleep over?” you asked quietly, your forehead resting against Jihoon’s, and felt him smile against your lips.

“I don’t mind.”


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Hello! Could you please do some RFA + Saeran imagines with MC taking them to the skating rink on Valentine’s day? Thank you, love your imagines a lot^^ @chen-meilin

Yoosung:

  • It was really an impromptu idea to go ice skating
  • Yoosung and you were walking around with hot drinks in hand (from your cafe date) when you both saw that the skating rink was open
  • It was only early afternoon, so why not? There was a lot of time to kill before dinner
  • Yoosung paid for both entering fees (so gentlemanly!) 
  • You both got laced up and ready to go!
  • Luckily both you and Yoosung knew how to skate decently and it was really cute even though you acted like every other couple in the rink
  • He held your hand and pulled you along with him, just enjoying talking and spending time with you
  • Leans down to kiss your nose a lot because “It looked cold!”
  • If you got separated from him at any point and see you from a distance, he’d hold his arms wide open for you to skate into, resulting in a big hug!!
  • Skating was a lot of fun!
  • In fact, by the time you both left it was sundown
  • “We should go skating next weekend, MC!”

Jaehee:

  • She’d love to go ice skating for Valentine’s!
  • The only problem is that she’s a little worried because the last time she’s skated was as a child
  • But right when she hopped onto the ice, it was like she never stopped
  • Baehee’s got this
  • She’s having so much fun doing spins and twirling with you, her smiles and laughter is so contagious
  • Luckily for the both of you, there was a cafe in the arena so she definitely stopped there for a break
  • There was a couple’s deal for coffee too! Buy the Valentine’s themed drink with your partner and get them both half off!
  • “MC COME HERE I’M GOING TO GET TWO DRINKS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE”
  • The coffee was a rich chocolaty flavor and the swoosh of warmth in your stomachs was so refreshing
  • After the coffee break you and Jaehee skated together for another hour or so before leaving
  • “I almost forgot how fun ice skating was! We should go again sometime.”

Zen:

  • He’s down for Valentine’s ice skating
  • He actually learned it sometime in the last year for a role where the character he played was an ice skater so Zen was still pretty passionate about ice skating
  • The producers had professionals teach him how to skate so he was really good at it
  • Zen will totally make the whole date as romantic as possible, holding your hand constantly and kissing said hand
  • “Babe, are you cold? Here take my jacket!”
  • Lowkey showing off his skills to you by trying to teach you some of tricks he’s learned
  • This sweetheart will also make sure you don’t get hurt
  • Accidentally slipped? Not happening babe, he’s gonna catch you
  • So happy when the couple’s skate starts and sings to you softly while skating with you around the giant heart they illuminated in the middle of the rink
  • When you get really tired, it’s time to head home
  • But right when you reach the outside, he pulls you in for a deep kiss
  • “I had a fun night tonight, I love you.”

Jumin:

  • “Ice skating for Valentine’s Day?”
  • “Yeah!! It’ll be really fun, Jumin!”
  • You bet he rented out the entire rink much to other’s couple’s dismay for Valentine’s Day
  • While you knew how to skate, Jumin did not
  • He insisted on having a trainer come out and teach him but you happily said that you could teach him
  • Jumin liked that idea more because you were so sweet and patient with him
  • Your hands were always securing his balance unless he was trying to skate a short distance
  • It took a little while, but he could keep up with you now!
  • Relaxing romantic music played in the arena while you and Jumin idly skated about while talking
  • He actually found ice skating quite fun with you, maybe he should try this more often
  • “Thank you, MC. I would have never gotten to experience this if not for you.”

707:

  • The local lake froze over and dammit Saeyoung wanted to get his fill on the childhood he never got
  • So he dragged you there on Valentine’s day at midnight, where there would be no people around
  • Admittedly, it was a little creepy being in an empty park but thankfully they kept the lights on around the lake in case that wackos like Saeyoung come at midnight
  • He had his skates on in a flash and got frustrated when you took too long, so he did them quickly for you
  • Right when you were ready, he ran onto the ice
  • This guy is such a big show off, he’s doing jumps and twirls with a huge smile on his face
  • “AM I I LIKE THE GUYS FROM YURI ON ICE YET, MC??” he yells over to you
  • He’s so goofy, chasing you around the lake and trying to tackle you
  • You’re so happy to see that he’s having a good time, it’s worth the cold and tiredness
  • Around 3am was when he deemed too tired to continue
  • He skated up behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder
  • “Thanks for letting me fill in my missing childhood, MC. This was the best Valentine’s Day so far.”

Unknown:

  • “What’s Valentine’s Day got to do with ice skating?”
  • He wasn’t so fond with being in a crowded rink so you took him to a lake deep in the woods where nobody really went
  • It was serene and beautiful surrounding
  • You laced up your skates and Saeran’s as well since he didn’t really know how
  • He didn’t really know how to skate either since he never got the opportunity to
  • You carefully guided him around, but he was still having a lot of trouble
  • It took a good portion of your time there to teach him how to skate on your own, but he admitted that he kind of liked you constantly holding him
  • So even when he learned, you still held on to him
  • When he got tired, it was time for a break! You packed hot chocolates in the thermos and boy did they warm you up
  • “Thank you for taking me here, MC…Happy Valentine’s Day? That’s what I’m supposed to say, right?”
Auston Matthews - Part 32

81440 words, 159 pages and countless followers later, this is my last post for my first story and I could not be more grateful. 

“Oh, come one! One more dance,” I beg Auston, pulling on his hand in a failed attempt to get him to stand. “Please,” I pout, giving him the full effect of my too big of eyes and pouty lip.

               “You’re a pain in the ass,” Auston grumbles at me before getting to is feet much to my delight.

               “If my parents weren’t here and watching us like a couple hawks, I could give you a really good dance,” I whisper to him and he makes a face at me.

               “Why you gotta do that? We are in the middle of a reception where I can do nothing to you,” Auston complains, letting my drag him back out onto the dance floor.

               “Well,” I start, putting my arms around his neck as a slow song picks up. “My parents are staying here in the hotel tonight… I told them that I would just stay at the house and go home early in the morning…” I cock my head to the side and give him a grin.

               “Are you saying that your childhood home is going to be vacant for an entire night?” Auston asks me, raising his eyebrows at me.

               “I am saying that,” I nod, licking my lips as he puts his hands on my waist.

               “So I get to take this dress off you a second time?”

               I laugh. “Technically you just unzipped it the first time,” I correct him and he rolls his eyes. “But yes, you can take this dress off for me. But I have something else in mind that I will need to put on,” I give him a smug look and his goes still.

               “What do you mean?” He asks and I can see the excitement in his eyes.

               “I guess you’ll just have to be a good boy for another…” I look at my pretend watch on my wrist. “Thirty-two minutes.”

               Auston sighs dramatically and starts swaying me to the soft music again.

               “I hate you sometimes,” he mumbles and I giggle.

               “Hmmm, I don’t think you do,” I say softly, leaning my forehead against him.

               Auston breathes in deeply and his brown eyes meet mine, glowing with affection that makes my heart ram against my ribs.

               “I think you’re right,” he whispers and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

               “I love you,” I say, kissing his lips softly.

               “I love you,” he whispers back, moving his lips to my forehead as I rest my head against his chest, even as the song comes to an end and a more upbeat song pulses through the speakers.

               “Mind if I cut in?” My mother’s voice says behind me and I lift my head off of Auston to smile at her.

               “Be my guest,” I tell her, moving out of Auston’s arms as my mother takes his out stretched hand.

               I smile to myself as I back away from them and back into the maze of tables surrounding the dance floor. Watching them twirl around the dance floor and Auston’s cheek turn pink at something my mother says to him.

               “There you are!” A loud voice says making me jump. I look over to see Melissa barreling towards me, white dress billowing out behind her looking like a goddess.

               “Here I am!” I exclaim, taking her hands in my own as she reaches me.

               “Oh, Y/N, tonight has been so perfect,” Melissa says, her eyes aglow and her cheeks a pretty pink with excitement.

               “I know! Everything is so beautiful and everyone is having so much fun! And…” I raise her hand up so the lights above catch the ring on her finger. “I’m so incredibly proud of you.” I say and tears well behind her eyes.

               “You’re going to make me cry again!” She wails and I pull her into my arms, tears in my own eyes. “I’m just happy we both found someone, me a wife and you… that glorious boy wooing your mother right now.”

               I giggle and pull away from her to look over my shoulder to see Auston pull my mother up from a low dip, her face is cherry red and she’s giggling like mad.

               “I think she’s had a little too much to drink tonight,” I laugh and Melissa nods.

               “I think so too, but hey, at least she’s having fun and it hasn’t turned into Aunt Cassie’s birthday party yet,” Melissa smirks at me.

               “True, all the poles seem untouched,” I say.

               “There you two are!” Another voice says and I look over to see Emily, Melissa’s brand new wife sauntering over. “Keeping my wife from me I see,” she winks at me and pecks Melissa on the mouth.

               “My bad, she’s all yours Emily,” I grin, squeezing Melissa’s hand once more before releasing it.

               “Nonsense! I came over here to dance with my two favorite girls,” Emily exclaims, taking both Melissa and me by the arm and dragging us out onto the dance floor. I laugh as they dance around me, both a little uncoordinated due to the amount of wine both of them have had. Auston joins me once again after a few more songs of dancing with my mother before passing her off to my father. His hands slip to my hips, my back against his front and I wiggle against him making his hands tighten around my waist.

               “Y/N, don’t you dare,” he whispers in my ear and I bite my lip.

               “What am I doing?” I ask him and he scowls, tapping my nose with his finger.

               “You know exactly,” he says and then he smirks at me. “If I had known that sleeping with you would unleash this kind of attitude, I would have been more persistent a few weeks ago,” he whispers. I swat at him and push against his chest.

               “It’s just because your friends aren’t here for me to babysit, mama needs to let loose sometimes,” I grin at him and he laughs.

               “I can loosen you up whenever you want,” he says and then is interrupted by a commotion by the door and I know it’s time for the newlyweds to depart, which means Auston and I get to do that same shortly after.

               “Come on,” I say, taking his hand and tugging him to my rightful place as maid of honor and secure Auston at my side.

               We wave and throw the rice, kissing my favorite cousin and new second favorite cousin on the cheek as they make their way down the steps to their waiting chariot, or in this case their waiting Mercedes. We wind through the crowd and finally spot my parents who are already heading back inside to continue the party.

               “Mom! Dad!” I call after them, Auston and I hurrying up the stairs to them. “We’re going to take off, gotta leave early to get Auston to practice in the morning,” I huff at them, out of breath from the six stairs I had to climb to get to them.

               “Oh so soon?” My mom pouts and engulfs me in her arms. More tears well in my eyes, which has become a norm every time I talk to her on the phone or anytime that I caught a glimpse of her on the dancefloor.

               “Unfortunately,” I say, rubbing her back gently.

               She puts her hands on my shoulders and takes a step back, her hands going to my cheeks.

               “You really look so beautiful,” she whispers and I blush.

               “I look like you, mama, of course I look pretty,” I smile and she winks at me.

               “And you’re just as humble as your mama,” she kisses my forehead and hands me off to my dad, taking Auston into an embrace as well. I can see her whispering something to him but before I can make it out my view is cut off by my dad roping me in a hug.

               “Miss you, baby girl,” he whispers and I close my eyes, burying my face into his neck.

               “I miss you more,” I whisper back and raise my head, giving him an up and down look. “Forgot to tell you that you clean up good, dad.”

               He chuckles and pats my hair much to my dismay. “What can I say, you watch hockey players get to the rink every day, you learn,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “Take care of yourself, kid,” he says gruffly and I throw my arms around him once more before taking Auston’s hand and leaning into his shoulder. My father and Auston shake hands, my dad gazing at him fondly but sternly.

               “And you take care of her as well,” my dad says and I roll my eyes.

               “Of course, sir,” Auston stammers, nodding at my father. I find it hilarious that Auston is intimidated by him.

               “Come on,” My mom says, rolling her eyes at me as she takes my father’s hand and drags him back into the hotel.

               Auston and I make our way to his car, complete with two overnight bags in the backseat. The second I’m buckled in, Auston roars out of the parking lot. I grab at my seat and give him an amused look.

               “Eager to go?” I ask sweetly and he throws a filthy look my way.

               “If you think for one second that your words left my mind once the last hour you are dead wrong,” he snaps at me.

               “Well that’s saying something given you were dancing with my mother half of that time,” I muse, fighting a smile.

               Auston just shakes his head and rockets towards my parents’ house. He had been there earlier to get ready, but I hadn’t allowed him to go into my bedroom. Instead, making him change in the spare room. Now it seemed I wouldn’t get a say in if could go in or not.

               Once we pull in the driveway, Auston grabs both of our bags from the backseat as I pull my dress up to step through the damp yard, all the snow recently melting. It feels odd walking in the garage door and not having two fur balls running like mad men towards me, instead they were home in Toronto, being babysat by Uncle Mitch and Uncle Morgan. I cringe just thinking about what my living room must look like right now.

               Auston wastes no time and goes straight up the stairs, though he hesitates by my bedroom door, allowing me to open the door for him and enter first. His eyes ravel around the room, most of my childhood things were still here, having bought mostly new bedroom furniture for my house in Toronto. I let him look in silence, though I do stand in front of the closet so he doesn’t go in there.

               “Good enough?” I ask him and he glances at me.

               “Lot different than Toronto,” he says and I laugh.

               “I was a tween at one time, and if I remember correctly, last time I was in Arizona a certain someone still had NHL sheets on his bed…” I smirk at him and he laughs.

               “Hey, it got me here didn’t it?” He asks, taking off his suit jacket and laying it across the chair to my vanity. I stare at it, it looks so odd. “So… what were you going to show me?” He asks quietly, not meeting my gaze and I laugh again.

               “Eager much?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him and he gives me a pathetic look.

               I walk over to him and he eyes me warily, standing up a bit straighter.

               “I wanted to thank you,” I start and he tilts his head to the side, confused. I take a deep breath and continue on. “That first week, I was a complete and utter mess, the only person not telling me how smart and brilliant I was, was you. You kept my head on my shoulders and didn’t try to put me up on a pedestal. Every time I cried, you were there, whether it was through texting or tapping on my wall…” I trail off, tears overflowing from my eyes as Auston stares at me.

               “When I came home after that week, my mom said that she thought there was something different about me. A new ‘air’ is what she said actually. She knew before I did, she knew I loved you…” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand. “And when they dropped me off at my house in Toronto, she told me that I was home, where I’m supposed to be, but she never said Toronto.”

               I finally bring myself to look at Auston and his face is slack, staring at me in awe.

               “She was referring to you,” I whisper, twisting my wrist and listen to the charms clink again each other.

               The silence in the room is deafening, we stare at each other, his eyes are red and I realize there are tears there, though none fall. After what seems like an eternity, Auston reaches out to me and I gladly step into him arms nuzzling into his neck.

               “You know I’m not the best with words,” Auston whispers into my hair, his voice crackling slightly.

               “I know. Sometimes actions are better than words,” I whisper back, squeezing him tightly as does he.

               “I love you,” he says.

               I pull back to look at him again. “Show me,” I whisper.

               Auston blinks at me and smiles slightly, leaning down and kissing my so sweetly that the silk of my dress is a mirror of my insides. His hand slowly goes to the zipper, he doesn’t have to ask where it is, and just like before, he takes his time pulling it low to my waist. Taking his hand, I let it fall to the floor and step out of it. Auston drinks me in before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me, laying me on my bed.

We take our time, this is slowest and sweetest moment we have shared together, our bodies moving as one. And when we are done, we lay together fingers entwined and our breathing and heart rates settling down back into a regular rhythm. Auston drifts off to sleep and I let him for a short while, but my surprise is still sitting in my closet.

“Auston,” I whisper, gently running a hand down his back. “Wake up,” I say a little louder when he doesn’t wake and he jerks up.

“What? What?” He asks and I erupt into giggles and he scowls at me.

“What did you wake me up for?”

“You forgot about the surprise I had for you,” I say, slipping off the bed and making my way to my closet. His face instantly brightens up.

“Your coach made me think of it,” I tell him and he frowns.

“Babs made you think about something for the bedroom…” Auston asks slowly and I laugh.

“Just something he said, Auston,” I roll my eyes at him. “You have to close your eyes until I come out.” I demand, pointing my finger him. “Close them!”

Auston sighs and obliges, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows high on his forehead.

“Good boy,” I say and slip into the closet, slipping off Auston’s shirt and putting on another thing that he once wore.

“Eyes still closed?” I call and he answers quickly.

“Yes ma’am.”

I peek quickly to just make sure and then step back into the room, walking to the front of the bed where he’s sitting and take a deep breath.

“Okay,” I say and his eyes open, focusing in on me and taking in the item of clothing I had chosen. A slow smile forms across his face.

“I thought you would never,” he quirks and eyebrow at me and I shrug.

“Well, when you happen to fall for a certain boy on a certain team with a few certain teammates, you learn to love… or dislike less,” I grin at him.

“And the name and number?” Auston asks, a smirk replacing the smile.

“I raided your closet, didn’t expect to find a number sixte-“ I’m cut off by Auston pouncing off the bed and silencing my words with a kiss.

“Better get used to that last name on your shoulders,” he whispers against my lips and I smile.

“I already am.”

hey i hope every single one of the ladies on snl is having a good day and that they all have so much fun on the show tonight and that they’re not too stressed out about the political climate or other things and i hope they had a good time rehearsing with alessia and kristen and i hope that they don’t get ambushed too much after the show and that the crowd is nice and everything!!!! they’re real people and it’s easy to forget that sometimes because we don’t really know them but i hope they’re all feeling great because they deserve it

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Word Count: 1.1k

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A/N: This is my first attempt to write a kid and maybe even pure fluff. I hope you guys like it!

A/N 2: Now that Rebound Girl is slowly coming to an end I am taking requests! so if you want to, go and shoot me an ask or a message with someting you’d like me to write! But there’ll be a post about it soo as well!

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“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Jared laughed, “You’re totally fine. I haven’t been on a date in ages so I’m super nervous too.”

Giving him a grateful smile you pulled the door shut. Well I haven’t dated ever, so this should go well.

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