but the opportunity arose

anonymous asked:

(NSFW???) Jared (I’ll platonically marry you if it’s all of the frick dorks) hcs to having a VERY FLEXIBLE s/o

you know what i like bby (also im just doing jared bc i’m working on a long ((hopefully)) halloween fic but i still wanna get something out whoops) 

  • okay so originally he didn’t realize you were flexible bc the opportunity to show off your skills never arose 
  • until one day you’re over at his house just chillin and hanging out. he’s sitting on the couch playing video games, and you’re on the floor stretching and stuff
  • i’m imagining that you’re doing something like this btw
  • he dies in the game and so he looks down at you and as soon as he realizes you’re /that/ flexible, he legit makes the “:O!!!!” face 
  • “how….are you even doing that?” 
  • you giggle a bit and sit up and you’re just like “that? heh, that was nothing.” 
  • he raises his eyebrow and says something like “oh really? well then show me what you’ve got.” 
  • you move into this pose and he fuckin loses it
  • when you look up at him again he’s definitely at half mast, at least. you kinda blush and he’s like ???? and then he realizes and he blushes too 
  • i’m not gonna delve too far into the explicit stuff but 
  • he loves trying new positions and seeing how far he can take it 
  • semi-advanced bondage? yep. 
  • jared,,,,,,so good 
Who I was at the beginning of the year, is nothing compared to who I am now. Thank God for growth and self love and all of the opportunities that arose directly after I reminded myself of who I am and what I deserve.

- Meggan Roxanne

Our party—a bard, a fighter, and a ranger—were on a one-off side quest to deliver a letter to somebody. He wasn’t at his house (learned after breaking in, to the DM’s dismay), so we found out the general area he was in and went there, confusion in our wake and a spring in our steps. I, the bard, had decided that I would funnel every ounce of skill I possessed into charisma, and at level 5 had a +6 modifier. I had been using that power at every opportunity that arose. We wander through the foothills full of caves, looking for this guy, when our fighter rolls a nat 20 perception trying to look for any signs of life.

DM: You—okay, so. Yeah. With that, you actually notice about fifty feet away that a particular cluster of bushes is rustling just slightly, but not with the breeze.

Fighter: Oh. Cool. “Hey guys, I think there are some folks in those bushes over there.”

Me: “Cool beans! HELLOOOOOOO, MY DUDES!”

DM: There’s a few seconds of silence before four guys come slowly forward from the bushes. They look pretty rough and tough, and uh—

Ranger: Can I roll perception? Uh… that’s a 15.

DM: You deduce that they’re probably bandits or something. They’re walking forward and one of the guys says, “Who are you little pests, and what’re ya doing in these here foothills of ours?”

Me: “We’re just hanging out, traveling, and actually it seems like a good time to break for breakfast if you lovely gents would like to join us! I can brew us up some chamomile, I have like a thousand mushrooms I got earlier—”

Fighter: “I got that chicken, too, and jerky.”

Me: “Oh hell yeah, we’re gonna chow down if y'all want in on that action.”

DM: That’s, uh… that’s persuasion, advantage because you’re offering them food and seem too dumb to be dangerous.

Me: Thanks man. Uh… 14 total.

DM: *head in his hands* I just—okay, they join you for breakfast I guess. And yet again you avoid a fight I planned for you. One of the dudes breaks out some eggs from somewhere.

Ranger: What’re their names?

DM: Uh, uh, they—it’s got. There’s Bablo, Sanchez, Kent, and uh. Eskabar.

Me: Cool. I roll to flirt with them.

DM: ………<i>all of them???</i> I mean… sure?? I guess??

Me: Hells yeah. Rolling.

Proceeds to roll: 16, 19, and <i>two natural 20s</i>.

DM: *head on the table* Like. You—you make your fellow party members super uncomfortable. You are piled under boys, it’s kinda gross but super chill for you. Kent wasn’t super into the whole group thing before, but now he would straight up die for you. He’s learning a lot about himself today.

Me: I’m gonna write those names down for later. Can I put “a boys harem” in my items list?

ALRIGHT NEW LION SWITCH EXPLANATION inspired by a discussion with @bisharpshooter as a tangent from this

the lion chooses its paladin and forges a mystical bond with them. these lions have already chosen their true paladins. their choices for new paladins are for the sake of their true paladins. 


in s2e1, black only responded to keith because shiro was in danger and keith could save him. in that same episode, shiro told keith that he wanted him to lead when shiro was gone. 

in s3, shiro was gone, and although allura is the “decision-maker”, black chose keith.

it all comes back to the trust between black and shiro, something that grew between them throughout two seasons. it’s the foundation of their mystical bond. 

black has been used and abused by zarkon, but shiro respects her and knows that she cannot be commanded. this has earned black’s trust. if shiro truly believes in keith as the leader of voltron, then black will trust that.

EDIT: as an anon pointed out, keith was talking to shiro when black chose him, making it even more obvious that black is carrying out shiro’s wishes, not her own. black literally responded in shiro’s place here, trying to tell keith, as shiro would, that he can lead the team. 

lance even said, “i respect its choice” when black chose keith. by extension of respecting black’s choice to trust shiro’s judgment, lance and keith are trusting shiro’s judgment as well. the very thing that keith doubted so much. 

furthermore, this would add significance to black rejecting the shiro in season 3. she didn’t reject him because he was unworthy or because she’d moved on; she rejected him because she does not trust him.

TLDR: the mystical bond between black and shiro is founded on trust. black chose keith because shiro chose keith, and she trusts her true paladin’s judgment. 


red called out to lance only after keith literally called out to lance for help. essentially, red called out to lance because keith called out to lance. her desires mirrored keith’s. if keith wanted lance to be there, then by god lance would be there. 

get in, lancey lance, we’re going shopping to save my son.

throughout s3, lance looked out for keith both physically and emotionally, more so than any other character. without his help, it’s not fun to imagine what would have happened to keith and the rest of the team. 

red has demonstrated on two major occasions that she is very concerned with keith’s welfare and will do anything to keep him safe. this is particularly interesting, since she was so temperamental when she first met him that she waited until he was about to die to let him in. the foundation of their mystical bond is protection

we know that lance in particular is great at keeping keith safe, even if he wasn’t before… (hmmMMMMMMMM. HMMMMMMMMMMMM.)

furthermore, allura emphasized that red must have chosen lance to be keith’s right-hand man, to which lance said, “i won’t let him down.” he explicitly made the connection between red calling out to him and keeping keith safe. this is red basically saying, “please keep my idiot son from getting himself killed. be his impulse control, i believe in you.” 

TLDR: the mystical bond between red and keith is founded on protection. red chose lance because he will keep her true paladin safe. 


lance said it himself: “i’m glad it was you.” it’s as simple as that. despite his obnoxious flirting that he’s done in the past, he deeply admires allura. this dynamic in particular really appealed to people, but it was a new angle that had yet to be explored until this opportunity arose. 

blue must have know that lance being separated from her would be difficult, but she guessed (correctly) that allura taking his place would put him in a position in which he wants to be supportive and feels the least upset about it. despite all my complaining about blue shutting him out, i think this decision was made with lance’s self-doubt (which is exactly what blue responded to in allura) in mind. 

blue supports lance. she’s his best bud, his old girl, his blue, his beautiful. she makes him feel useful and happy. as the “mom” of the lions, she’s there for him. the foundation of their bond is support

TLDR: the mystical bond between blue and lance is founded on support. blue chose allura because blue knew that lance would be supportive of allura

as for why lance needed to lose blue at all, maybe she knew that red would continue to refuse allura (being temperamental about keith), and thus needed to force red’s hand. this one is still…kinda fuzzy as to the “why”, but the “who” absolutely matches up with the pattern. that fuzziness also lends itself to a potential explanation for blue being so…cold about the whole thing, both to lance and to allura. 

black’s true paladin is shiro, red’s true paladin is keith, and blue’s true paladin is lance. the lions chose new paladins for their respective true paladins, not for themselves as they did initially. this is merely emphasis as to who their true paladins are.  

it’s interesting that lance was the one to confirm the true reasoning behind all of these switches. black: “i respect its choice.” (respect shiro’s choice to trust keith.) red: “i won’t let him down.” (protect keith.) blue: “if i had to lose blue to someone, i’m glad it was you.” (support allura, thereby supporting lance.) 

this highlights why season 3 was so effective in strengthening the bonds that lance has with both allura and keith. the switches were based on the bonds that their true paladins had with the other paladins, so of course the switch would strengthen those bonds. lance and allura always had the potential to mutually respect and admire one another, and now they do. lance and keith always had the potential of being leader and right-hand man, and now they are. 

TLDR: lance’s bond with keith was strengthened because red chose him to protect keith, her true paladin. allura’s bond with lance was strengthened because blue chose her to support lance, her true paladin. black chose keith to trust shiro, her true paladin, and rejected new shiro because she didn’t trust him. 

if this is the explanation, then i’m honestly okay with the whole thing. 

(if you’re wondering where allura would end up…)


Filthy Frank TV Lore Masterpost

I just wanted to take some time out (actually i’m bored) to fully explain the whole ~Filthy Frank~ lore, or at least, the “main” characters and how they weave in and out of the show.

Because, let’s be real, George didn’t even know what the hell was going on for the first two years and the Wikia is a mess.

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I will fight anyone who characterises Pike solely as a source of innocence and light. In the times she has actually been played by Ashley, she has:

- Almost joined Scanlan in shitting on a random Duergar’s bed, before realising Sarenrae would strongly disapprove
- Instantly agreed to wear gauntlets that make her super strong, just so she could be super strong
- Run out of her bedroom to fight a rakshasa BUTT NAKED EXCEPT HER GAUNTLETS
- Commissioned a group portrait from an artist she knows is going to draw VM weird and heavily characterised
- Gotten drunk whenever the opportunity arose, including with the super strong liquor they brought back from Ahn’karel
- Part of her resurrection poem to Scanlan included the threat, “We’ll burn down your whole fucking town”
- Dressed Scanlan’s comatose body in her nightgown (which we know she doesn’t actually wear)
- Basically told Tary that Vox Machina is poly and accidentally offered herself to him
- Upon discovering that the portraits she asked Doty to draw were all naked, half of them featuring mid- or post-coital positions… still told Tary to look at them every night
- Without hesitation, told Tary that she can always see him and kept up this ruse 

Pike Trickfoot utterly lives up to her last name. She can be gentle and is incredibly loving of her family, but she is not meek or reserved or innocent in the least.


Greek Gods Series
Prologue Poseidon Ares Ares Aphrodite Apollo Hades Hermes Zeus
Ship: General!Jungkook | Spy!Reader
Description: Jeon Jungkook, to put it, was a very lustful man. Lust for the opposite sex, lust for blood, and soon enough, lust for you. And they say keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. As in, intimately closer.
Warnings: TRIGGERING! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! GORE! TORTURE! Mentions fo Self Harm, Death, Choking, Breathplay, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Intercourse, Blowjob, Humiliation, D/S Themes, S/M Themes, Creampie, Slight Exhibitionism, Fingering, Biting, Spanking, Degrading Names, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Light Angst
Word Count: 13,804
A/N: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! Take warnings seriously! This is extremely triggering for some and definitely not light-hearted in any way, shape, or form. Also, this isn’t meant to be disrespectful towards certain countries because of politics, and it isn’t meant to do any harm.

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Bland L head canons someone stop me:


-Was one of those little kids that didn’t expressly dislike you but would definitely shove a handful of sand down your pants if given the chance

-Likes plants but can’t take care of them himself, always forgets to water them

-Eats tic tacs, m&m’s, skittles and the like by the bag. Like he just opens the bag on one end, upends it over his mouth and chews.

-Slipped in the shower one (1) time and now he only takes baths

-Gets depressed often enough, but very, very rarely cries, and was worried that he was going to start doing so in the moments after Watari’s death. He never got the chance to

-On that note, he’s an ugly ass crier, like once he starts he can’t stop and he finds it hard to close his eyes and form words and his entire body shakes aggressively. 

-Never dries his hair because it fluffs up into this enormous black cloud that obscures the edges of his vision when he does

-Loved those glitter filled water tube toys when he was a child, and never really kicked the habit of putting them in his mouth. 

-Absolutely hates going on long walks so when he was little Watari would just tote him around in a backpack with his head sticking out whenever he had to

-He doesn’t remember jack shit from before he got to the Wammy’s house. It used to come back to him in pieces when he was younger and they were all completely indiscernible. The only conclusion he could come to was that he probably didn’t have a mother or any sort of older female figure during his early life. 

-Prefers to sleep in a chair or bed, but will sleep literally ANYWHERE after long periods without sleeping, always with his arms wrapped around his legs, sometimes upright and sometimes lying down. Sometimes in the middle of hallways, sometimes on the floor of the bathroom, sometimes at the foot of his own bed. Watari is instructed not to move him, but he will cover him with blankets sometimes.

-Started crouching when he sat when he was 7 years old. He hadn’t yet stopped sitting on Watari’s lap though, so he just crouched on his lap whenever the opportunity arose, completely ignoring the fact that a skinny ass child’s heels digging into your knees gets painful after a while but Watari totally ignored it bc he loves his frog son

anonymous asked:

Any chance of a few good modern au fic recs for this piece of enjoltaire trash?

oh I’m sure I could think of a few… *winks with both eyes at the same time*
(also, here’s a list I made from a while back of some good e/R fics!)

Still the One by kjack89

Enjolras and Grantaire’s 50th wedding anniversary.

I don’t want to give it away, so I’m just going to say you should read it. Seriously

Word Count: 3,438

Oblivious by kjack89

The trouble with approaching your relationship the same way you approached your at-times contentious friendship is that apparently, no one realizes you’re actually dating. Or else Enjolras and Grantaire just have the absolute most oblivious of friends.

Or both.

I’m so used to the “everyone except Enjolras and Grantaire knows they like each other” trope, so this one was really fun to read!

Word Count: 4,567

flightless bird by sarahyyy

Combeferre grins. “How long did you wait before you called me?”

There is a short pause. “Two minutes?” Grantaire says, and Combeferre can’t help but to huff out a laugh. “He said three hours!” Grantaire says defensively.

“He’s fine,” Combeferre says, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll call. He always calls.”

Damn….it’s the slight ambiguity at the end that gets me… (not to be read if you’re in the mood for fluff!! You might cry!!)

Word Count: 1,883

Years Since It’s Been Clear by lady_ragnell

Grantaire really doesn’t expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire’s apartment is. And he definitely doesn’t expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor …

Yeah, he may be in some trouble.

Everything. Everything about this. SO GOOD (ps there’s some smut at the very end, just in case you’re not into that)

Word Count: 10,726

Of Roommates And Hallways by madlyie 

Prompt: “we both got kicked out of our rooms because our roommates are having sex so now we’re standing in the hallway avoiding each other” au

Enjolras learns that the guy from apartment No. 27 is much more talkative than a closed door.

Ok this is super frickin cute and the ending is just perfect. 11/10

Word Count: 1,376

I’ll be your Shelter, I’ll be your Storm by missandrogyny

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Fluff! So much fluff! Good things and happy thoughts!

Word Count: 5,532

One Hundred Ways to Say “I Love You” by the_sky_is_forever

In which Grantaire and Enjolras take a very long time to actually say those three special words, but if you pay attention, the words are there.

Love love love love love. I felt super content (in an “I’m wrapped up in a warm blanket sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day” way) after reading this and honestly that’s one of the best feelings to have after reading a fic (for me personally)

Word Count: 16,484

nothing alike by nightswatch

Enjolras comes across a guy who’s trying to steal his car. Except that he’s not actually stealing his car.

The second hand embarrassment is real (I may or may not have buried my face in a blanket while reading this)

Word Count: 2,023

We’re All Stories, In The End by theglitterati

Les Amis discover fanfiction. About themselves.

I had to put this one on here just for fun because I was cackling when I read it

Word Count: 2,210

Ice Ice Baby by sigh_no_more

In the almost four years that Enjolras had known his friends, he always managed to avoid ice skating with them. This was very purposeful. It had to be. After all, they lived in the Northeast, so plenty of opportunities arose for him to go ice skating. He just never took advantage of them. Because Enjolras had a secret. A dark, terrible secret.

Given how nosy and internet savvy his friends were, it was kind of a miracle that only Combeferre and Courfeyrac knew about his past.

But it was time.

(Or the Amis go ice-skating and find out a surprising truth about Enjolras.)

Ok I had to include this one on here too because when I was rereading it just now, it kinda reminded me of Yuri on Ice and that made me happy sooo :)

Word Count: 2,945

Whosoever's Is The Storm
A JeanMarco Pacific Rim AU!
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Whosoever’s Is The Storm

Rating: M, descriptions of graphic violence, major character injury, and emotional disturbance

Pairings: JeanMarco, Jean & Marco | background: YumiKuri, Springles, EreJean (Drift pairing make this complicated to tag lol)

Word Count: 57,000 (more or less) (across 4 chapters)

Alright lads! Here’s my entry for the JMGE, as requested by my secret santa, @yoitay, who wanted PacRim! Merry Christmas, friendo! I hope I delivered everything you wanted. This was a blast to write.

Fic Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a Jaeger pilot, just trying his damnedest not to meet a disappointing end. Maybe he had goals once. Maybe there was a part of him that the storm didn’t touch. Not anymore.

Having been kicked from the Mark II Jaeger, Atlas Rogue, on account of the fact no-one Drifts with Eren Jaeger and walks out unscathed, Jean finds himself relegated to the Anchorage Shatterdome, Alaska, the very edge of the world. There’s a new Mark IV about to be launched, and it needs a pilot. Technically - it needs two pilots. It’s a shame he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a Kaiju.

A JMGE PacRim AU for Yoitay, exploring the journey of a Jaeger pilot from the bottom of the barrel, to the cusp of hope, across every up and down in between.


When people find out I was in an abusive relationship for three years, they almost always ask the same questions:

“Why didn’t you leave?”

“Why didn’t you just break up with him?”

“Why did you stay?”

You really want to know why I stayed?

I stayed because I was afraid of him. He was unpredictable and violent, and a lot stronger than me. He carried a knife on him at all times, and he used to come to my yard at night and watch my house to make sure I wasn’t sneaking around with other guys. I knew a piece of paper from a judge wasn’t going to keep me safe, and I’d seen time and time again what he was capable of when things didn’t go his way. So I stayed. 

I stayed because I felt sorry for him. He was clearly mentally ill and struggling, and his family had all but abandoned him. He was depressed and desperate for some kind of connection, but he struggled to make friends. He was terrified of being abandoned. I was the only person in his life he could turn to, open up to, and I knew if I left him he’d have nobody left. So I stayed. 

I stayed because I was embarrassed. Leaving the relationship meant admitting that I’d let myself get abused in the first place, and I didn’t want to admit that. I was a straight-A student, a member of every student club, a kid with a bright future. I wasn’t supposed to get into an abusive relationship. I was supposed to be smarter than that. If I just kept going, kept dating him, I could pretend everything was okay. So I stayed. 

I stayed because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. To them, I was a happy, successful kid. I didn’t think they would believe me if I told them I was getting belittled, degraded and demeaned behind closed doors. I didn’t want to be accused of exaggerating. I didn’t think I could handle being told I was ‘being dramatic’ or ‘playing the victim’. So I stayed. 

I stayed because I felt I deserved it. I was overweight and self-conscious, and he never missed an opportunity to remind me that he could have dated a prettier girl. He pointed out girls with nicer bodies, girls with nicer hair, girls with nicer eyes. He made lists of girls who were smarter, girls who were funnier, and girls who were more talented. He never stopped telling me that he was the best I’d ever get, that no one else would ever want me. After a while, I believed him. So I stayed. 

I didn’t stay because I was stupid, or weak, or because I wanted the abuse. Eventually, it became clear to me that I had to get out, and when the first safe opportunity arose, I took it. So next time, don’t ask me why I stayed. Ask me if I’m okay. Ask me how I’m doing. Or don’t ask me anything at all - just be there when I need someone to listen.

a very happy belated birthday to @dandymot !! kit i love you a whole lot, you’re a star and amazing writer and i’m very happy that we became friends, you’re hilarious and an angel, i love you!!!

It had become a tradition of sorts. Magnus would whisk Alec away to a different country at a moment’s notice, and Alec would pull him over to the first photo booth that he saw. Ever since their trip to Tokyo a few years back, where they had first taken the photos together, the act would grow even more.  

After a while, they decided to make it their thing. It didn’t take long for there to be a collection of them growing. Magnus had bought a scrapbook for them to keep every strip of photos in, so that they could look through it and remember all their trips from around the world.

It was another one of those days, where Alec had a free day, and Magnus took advantage of the fact that they had a day to themselves. They had woke up early, and gotten ready, Alec trying to get out of Magnus the truth of where they were going, but his boyfriend was determined to keep his lips sealed.

Once they had stepped through the portal, Alec couldn’t contain the grin that grew on his face, a twinkle in his eyes as he looked over at Magnus. He had taken them back to Tokyo, like the very first time. They hadn’t been back since, opting to visit as many places as possible, but Tokyo held a special place for them, as the beginning of their relationship.

They had spent the day revisiting all the places they had been to before, and visiting some new sites that they’d wanted to see. They laughed and held each other close, not caring about any of the other tourists or residents as they would steal kisses whenever the opportunity arose.

It wasn’t till later in the night, when they were on their way to their hotel that Alec spotted it. It was the same photo booth that he had pulled Magnus into when they first visited. He knew Magnus had spotted it as well when they both caught each other’s eye and grinned, both changing the direction they were walking in to go into the booth.

Alec sat down, watching as Magnus put the money in and went through the options so they could take the normal four photos that they always opted for. And while watching, Alec felt a warm wave of nostalgia rush through him, and he knew, in that very moment that, this is what he wants for the rest of his life.

“Okay let’s start this off with funny faces.” Magnus sat back and the two of them pulled ridiculous faces towards the camera.


The next photo ended up being Magnus facing Alec with a confused expression on his face, while Alec was mid sentence.


The next photo was Alec holding a ring box in his hands, a grin on his face and tears in both his and Magnus’ eyes.


The last photo turned out to be Magnus kissing Alec, his hands on either side of his face, and a new ring on his left hand.


It had become a tradition of sorts, for them to take photos in a photo booth wherever they went. It had started out as a pinpoint for the beginning of their relationship. But now it was something more.

It was the beginning of the rest of their lives. The beginning of their forever, trapped inside a photograph.  

Wake Up (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Pure smut
Summary: Waking up to an orgasm is the best way to start your day.


A small whimper stirred Jimin from his sleep. His half conscious mind listened for any more sounds, but when he found it was silent he thought he was just dreaming. A few minutes after drifting back to sleep, a slightly louder whine grazed his ears, one that resembled his name. At first he thought you were calling him, so he cracked an eye open to peep at the back of your head. When you didn’t move he realized you were still asleep and concluded that you were having a nightmare. He tightened his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest, snuggling into your back, preparing to fall asleep again. It wasn’t until the third noise that Jimin became concerned. He moved away from you slightly and you rolled over onto your back, allowing him to see the side of your face. A dim beam of light trickled through your drawn curtains and he used it to his advantage to see the outline of your features.

He watched you for a moment to make sure you were okay. If he thought you were having a bad dream he was prepared to wake you up and comfort you if needed, but the next thing that came out of your mouth surprised him.


A soft moan escaped your parted lips and his eyes widened. You didn’t sound distressed, you sounded blissful. His name came from you in such a way that he immediately knew exactly what you were dreaming about. Watching you with darkened eyes, Jimin thought about what he wanted to do. He really didn’t want to wake you up because you seemed like you were in paradise, but he felt some type of way about you being pleasured by a dream version of him when the real one was right there. He had to do something about this, but what? Without him thinking about it, he reached between your legs and slipped his hand beneath your panties. When he felt your wetness he decided that he was going to take care of you in real life. He didn’t want you to have to settle for dream pleasure when he could give you everything you wanted and more. It was obvious that you were horny and he felt a pang of guilt when he thought about how dull your sex life had been recently. You were both really busy with work this time of year and you only really had time for quickies and rushed blowjobs every once in a while, that is if you weren’t too tired when the opportunity arose. His sexual needs always came before your own for you; you didn’t want him to get blue balls because you didn’t have time for sex, but that often led to your needs being neglected in the process. You didn’t want to ask him to take care of them, so he wanted to do you a favor for once.

Now wide awake, Jimin moved the blankets away from your body and looked down at you, observing how your thighs were pressed together and how your lips were parted to let out shaky breaths. He moved carefully down your body, trying his hardest not to make too much noise or stir you. He slowly pulled your legs apart to sit himself between them and his eyes locked on the wet spot in the middle of your panties. Running a finger lightly over the fabric, Jimin watched your face to see your reaction. His lips curved when he heard you sigh at his touch.

He almost felt bad for taking advantage of you at this moment. You were asleep and it was wrong to disturb you, but he knew you needed this, your throbbing clit under his fingertips confirming his suspicions. You stayed silent as he rubbed you through your panties. He thought you would wake up but you remained in deep sleep, breathing still heavy and even. Jimin brought your legs together for a moment and slid his hands under your ass to grab the hem of your underwear and pull them down. Once they were off of your legs, he spread them wide open gently and licked his lips at the sight of your drenched folds. You must have been having some dream if you were already this wet. A hand pushed your shirt up your torso until it was bunched up around your neck and your breasts were exposed. He couldn’t help but pinch your nipples as they hardened in the morning air, letting his hand travel back down your body to hold onto your thigh again.

Your taste coated his tongue as he licked a fat stripe up your core, collecting your juices as he pushed through your lower lips. He ran his tongue up and down your entrance a few times before moving up to lick circles around your clit lightly. Jimin studied your face the entire time he worked on you, taking in every movement and reaction your body had to his ministrations. Your chest rose and fell with heavier breaths as he felt you get wetter, but you still didn’t stir awake, even as soft noises came from your mouth. He sucked your clit into his mouth and you flinched, but immediately went back to being relaxed. Your head had lulled to the side on your pillow and a bit of drool seeped out from the corner of your lips, but Jimin found it to be cute, a small smile crossing his lips.

He could tell you were enjoying this by the way your brow furrowed occasionally, sweat beginning to bead at your temples and the backs of your legs, thin drips gliding down them from the crease of your knees. You felt hot to the touch and Jimin loved the way your body reacted to him even when you were asleep. It let him know you weren’t faking. Deciding to venture further, he dipped his tongue into your opening, letting it feel around your velvety walls. He had to bite back a moan at your taste, a taste that often made him feel feral, sending his hormones and instincts into a frenzy and making it hard for him to control the urge to fuck you. You sighed his name as his agile tongue pushed in and out of you, the sensation getting a stronger response from your body. He curled his tongue up and pushed it in as deep as it could go, pressing it into a sensitive spot inside of you that made you whimper quietly. Your juices dripped down his face as his mouth engulfed your core, nose brushing against your clit every time he moved. You bucked your hips into him a few times but remained relatively still as he continued, your face contorting subtly as the pleasure built.

The light outside was slowly getting brighter as the sun rose and it illuminated more of you, allowing Jimin to see how flushed your face had become. Your cheeks were full of color that spread to your ears and down your neck because of how high your temperature had risen. He removed his tongue and dragged it up your folds slowly, replacing it with a single finger as he focused back on your engorged clit. Applying the perfect amount of pressure, he flicked his tongue side to side skillfully, causing your legs to tighten. Your forehead creased as your eyebrows drew together, chest rising and falling at an uneven pace. Jimin alternated between flicking side to side, up and down, and circles as he watched your reactions become more intense. His finger kept a steady pace, going deep and aiming to hit your g-spot with every stroke. He didn’t need your reaction to tell him what you liked, he knew your body very well.


You mumbled his name as he increased the speed of his finger and tongue. A jumble of words left your mouth and he couldn’t make out exactly what you were saying, but it sounded somewhere along the lines of “don’t stop”. Licking a thick stripe up your clit, Jimin went down to stick his tongue back inside of you. He used one hand to keep your legs open and pushed his thumb against your bundle of nerves with the other. Rubbing fast circles around it, he applied more pressure until he felt you jerk slightly with every lap around the pearl. Stiffening his long tongue, Jimin thrust it in and out of you over and over again, indulging in the wet noises it made every time it entered your dripping cavern. He moaned quietly when he saw your back starting to arch off of the mattress, legs trembling on both sides of his head. He was sure that you would wake up soon as the pleasure began to overtake your senses rapidly, his eyes watching eagerly as you slowly came to your senses.

Your groggy mind was taking its sweet time grasping the situation. Your eyes were still closed and you were still half asleep, but you had been knocked out of dream world by an odd sensation in your lower regions. For some reason you felt weak in your legs and you could feel them buzzing slightly. You felt sweat droplets gliding down your calfs and temples, coupled with unexplainable warm puffs of air on your lower lips. It seemed like butterflies were rattling around in your stomach, trying to break free, and a familiar tight knot was building in your core, but you couldn’t put your finger on exactly why you knew that feeling so well. Your ears were assaulted by various unusual sounds that included a mysterious wet noise and moans and whines that were growing increasingly louder. Then it seemed like everything hit you all at once. A hand was gripping your inner thigh tightly as one -no two- different sensations attacked between your legs. Everything was moving too fast for you to tell what was going on or what you were feeling, so you cracked open your eyes and glanced down at your naked body, only to be met with your boyfriend’s gaze as he continued to explore your walls with his tongue and furiously rub your clit. The sight made you instantly realize what was going on and that the moans you were hearing were, in fact, coming from you.

Upon seeing you awake, Jimin added more pressure on your clit and rubbed harder, sending you head first over the edge before you could fully comprehend the situation. Your eyes widened momentarily before the knot building in your stomach suddenly snapped, releasing the fluttering butterflies and causing you to tighten uncontrollably around his tongue. Jimin watched as you threw your head back onto the pillows roughly, fingers gripping the sheets while your legs shook violently as they tried to close on his head. Your back made a perfect crest as it rose high off the mattress, toes curling at the pleasure. Waves crashed through you as he kept moving his fingers, pulling his face away when you started bucking against him wildly. The moans erupting from your lungs were loud enough to be considered screams, but neither of you cared, you could only focus on the intense pleasure you felt and Jimin was too caught up in how unbelievably sexy you looked in this lighting.

Calming down from the first initial shock waves of your orgasm, Jimin removed his thumb and returned his face back to your entrance to lick up all of your cum and help you ride out the remainder of your high. You tried to get your breathing back under control but gasps were all you could manage at the moment. Your brain was once again confused by reality, any thoughts being pushed away and clouded by the overload of pleasure on your senses. When you finally opened your eyes again, you found Jimin looking up at you with smiling eyes as he finished licking you clean, planting gentle kisses on your hip bones before leaning up to hover over you.

“Good morning, baby.” He licked his lips and wiped your juices from his mouth, holding your stare the entire time.

“Why-” You had to take a few breaths before you could speak properly. “Why were you eating me out while I was sleeping?” You could feel how hot your face was as you spoke.

“Ah~ you were having a sexy dream.” Jimin cooed with a smile. You tried to remember what you were dreaming about before your body exploded into pure heaven, but your mind was still kind of foggy. “You were moaning my name so I decided to help you out. You don’t remember?”

“I can’t tell which one was real. My dream was pretty vivid.”

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” Jimin suggested as he laid on his side next to you. He rested his head in his palm as he stared down at your form lovingly.

“What time is it?” You pulled your long shirt back down to its original place, ignoring his suggestion for the moment. He glanced behind you and looked at the window.

“Dawn. The sun is rising.” He used one of his fingers to trace around your nipple as it poked through the thin fabric for your shirt. There were bags under his eyes, but his excitement was readable in his expression. Eyes traveling down, you spot the tent in his boxers and run your hand over it. He stiffens at your touch.

“Hmmm it was a good dream,” You palm him lightly, but he catches your hand.

“You don’t have to babe…” His face is serious but his eyes practically beg you to go on. You know he won’t be able to sleep without relieving his boner, so you disregard his comment and continue.

“Why don’t I just show you what I was dreaming about?” Before he can answer, you push him onto his back and straddle his hips. Sitting atop his erection, you grind into him, pulling a soft groan from his throat.

“You dreamed about grinding on me?”

“No,” You smirk as your fingers run along his sculpted torso. “I was riding you.” Your voice was velvety as the words fell from your lips. Riding Jimin was one of your favorite parts of sex. Because of your starved sex life, you hadn’t gotten the chance to do it in a long while; he usually took control when you had quickies, but you were going to take full advantage of this moment and finally fulfill your fantasies.

Jimin bit down on his plush lower lip and stared at you. He didn’t say anything, just laid there waiting for you to make the next move. It didn’t take long for you to react because you were soon pulling his underwear down his thick thighs and throwing them elsewhere along with your shirt. Jimin slept shirtless so you were now both completely naked.

“Will you let me ride your cock?” You asked innocently, bending down until you were an inch away from his lips, fingers gripping him at the base.

“Please,” The word left him as a breath as he grabbed the back of your neck and crashed your lips on his. You pumped him slowly as you devoured each other’s lips. It was a passionate kiss that sent heat down to your core, reviving the wetness between your legs. Jimin sighs into your mouth and you can feel that he is fully hard now, so you pull away from his mouth to line up his member with your entrance. He expected you to sink down on him as soon as you repositioned yourself better but instead you just rubbed his tip against your folds, teasing both of you. You caught his confused and impatient glare and grinned a little.

“In my dream I teased you a bit, made you beg for it,” He gave you his irresistible puppy eyes and pouted, knowing that was your weakness. Luckily, you were feeling soft today and wanted to finish this as quickly as possible so you could go back to sleep, so you didn’t tease him for long. “I’ll have mercy on you though.”

The sigh of relief that left his lips quickly turned into a groan as you plopped down on his length, taking him all at once without warning. You had to admit, it did sting a little, he was always thicker than you expected even though you’ve done this with him more times than you could count. But the sting didn’t last long and as soon as you started moving, all that was left was pleasure. He was veiny and heavy inside of you, his ridges rubbing your walls perfectly and you moan. You placed your hands on his toned chest and started moving faster, bouncing on him with a steady pace.

“I love the way your hips move.” Jimin groaned as he watched you fuck yourself on his dick. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way you slowly lifted yourself until just his tip was left inside only to slam back down on his hips, the way your breasts jiggled every time you came down on him, how you stopped occasionally to grind on him, letting his cock find all of the sensitive spots within your cavern. Your nails scraped up and down his abdomen as you moved, hissing when his tip rubbed against you in just the right way. He didn’t know what he wanted to grab more: your thighs as they flexed with effort as you bounced on his lap, your hips as they moved with wild control against his own, or your breasts that bounced so hard he thought it would be painful. Eventually he settled for your breasts, grabbing onto them as though to keep them from flying away, entranced by their jumping.

You slowed your hips to tease him a bit. Jimin always liked a show and you knew he was watching. Dragging out your movements sensual and slow, you grabbed ahold of him at the base and pulled your body up until his tip slid out. Then you lowered yourself back onto him halfway with an exaggerated moan before repeating the process. His Adam’s apple bobbed at the sight, light sounds escaping his lips as he relished in the feeling of exiting and reentering your warmth over and over.

The teasing didn’t last long, however, because soon he began craving your lips and pulled you down against him to suck the air out of your lungs. His tongue played with yours as he moved his hips beneath you, hands holding your waist to keep you in place. You groan against his mouth, his expert hips thrusting powerfully below you. Trying your best to keep up with him, you grind down into him as much as you can in this position and rock to his pace.

“Oh shit, right there.” You whisper against him, already feeling short of breath.

“Right… here?” He gives an experimental shove into you and you gasp as confirmation, gripping the sheets beside his head tightly. Your walls contract quickly and he bends his legs to get better leverage to push into you. The pace increases immensely as Jimin rams his tip into your sweet spot repeatedly, pulling loud whimpers and gasps from your lips. You had to pull away from his mouth so you didn’t accidentally bite down on his bottom lip because of the amount of force he was using.

Sitting up in his lap again, you supported yourself on your hands, leaning over him as your fingers balled into fists in the sheets. You were amazed that Jimin could keep up such an intense pace for so long, his hips never seeming to get tired. You rocked into him so he didn’t have to work as hard and you both dropped your heads to peek between your legs. Each time he plowed into you, his lower abdomen would smack against your clit. The nub was covered in your sticky juices and you watched as it collided with his skin with every thrust, sticking to it briefly as he pulled out, the skin peeling away from each other creating a pleasurable tickle before they made rough contact again. Jimin’s eyes focused on how shiny you made his dick as it slipped in and out of your sopping heat, getting coated with a new layer of your wetness with every push. He moaned deeply and bit his lip. A thin sheen of sweat slicked his skin and his hair stuck to his damp forehead. You moved his messy hair out of his eyes, catching his attention as he brought his gaze back up to your face.

He couldn’t believe how hot you looked. Your cheeks were flushed with color as he sent relentless waves of heat coursing through your body. Your bottom lip was caught in the trap of your teeth, expression already fucked out. A trail of sweat ran from your temple down your jaw and neck, leading his eyes down to your lively breasts that jerked in tandem with your movements.

Your mind went blank as pleasure overtook your senses again and all you could think about was Jimin’s cock and the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall. He took you by surprise when he pushed himself up to a sitting position, snapping you out of your trance as the front of his body connected with yours.

His arms wrapped around your middle as pushed up into you. The contrast from his hard and fast thrusts seconds earlier to his now gentler, deep grinding was making your body go crazy. You could feel every inch of him as he moved slowly inside of you, pulling your body back and forth into him on his lap. You wanted to feel him closer in any way possible, not just because of the chill of the morning air that blew goosebumps onto your exposed skin, but because you felt your high building up and you could tell he was close too. Unfolding your legs to cross them behind Jimin’s back, you tugged his bottom closer so he could penetrate you at a better angle. A soft grunt came from his chest when you buck your hips into his, increasing the friction between your bodies where you were connected. You supported yourself with your hands on his strong thighs behind you as he leaned in to lick your sensitive nipples. The stimulation caused your head to loll back and exposed your neck to his mouth as his kisses travelled higher, eventually reaching your lips.

Jimin snuck his hands down to grope your ass tightly to help you move against him. The way you were leaning back allowed you to buck your hips harder into his and soon you were both rocking together, synchronized movements shaking the entire bed beneath you. The angle that he was hitting was heavenly and your arms almost gave out. His eyes were once again glued to your point of intersection and you were sure he could see how your juices leaked down his shaft and balls, wetting the sheets he sat on. The sight turned him on, however, and his thrusts became more desperate as the tightness in his balls grew stronger.

“Oh my God, fuck, baby,” You lifted your head to meet Jimin’s eyes and you could see the concentration on his face. He gritted his teeth as he forced the words out. “You feel so good. I’m so close to cumming– shit.”

“Mhm,” It was hard to reply when he was fucking you so deep right against your spot. The pace wasn’t fast, it was a steady, moderate speed, but it felt so good. Your walls were getting tighter around him and your legs began to shake as your fingers dug into his thigh muscles. “B-baby, please cum inside me.”

You knew how close he was and you fought to keep up with him. Raising a hand from his leg, you reached between your bodies and pressed your fingers to your clit, trying hard to move your hand to a stable rhythm. Meanwhile, Jimin was losing his as the pace slowed down slightly. His hips rolled up into yours smoothly and his eyes were now squeezed shut. You could tell he was focusing on being inside of you, having his pulsing cock glide effortlessly in and out of your warm entrance as he neared his end. He didn’t want to be selfish but his sleep deprived brain wouldn’t let him think about your orgasm as it put all of its energy into reaching his own.

You sped up the circles around your clit and added more pressure, determined to get a second orgasm. Jimin was now a moaning mess as your name slipped from his lips continuously. You loved how vocal he was and it pushed you closer to the edge. Even though his hips were starting to stutter as the pleasure overtook his body, Jimin kept the pace slow and even, making sure you slid along the entirety of his length all the way up to the head. You could feel his tip swelling as he throbbed inside of you and you knew the end was near. Your body was in flames as he continued the slow burn in your core, making your insides scream for release.

“Ah~ I’m gonna– fuck, (Y/n).” He groans in a strained voice that could not have sounded sexier. He can’t finish his sentence because his mind is going blank in the pleasure, but you couldn’t care less. His arms circle around your waist and pull you to sit up against him again and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily next to your ear. You take the lead when he falters, teeth sinking into your skin as you feel him cum inside, painting your walls with the warm liquid. Your name is muffled into your shoulder while Jimin shakes beneath you, and the feeling of his orgasm was enough to topple you over the edge as well. Your juices mixed as you removed your hand from between your legs to wrap them around his neck. His fingers dug into your sides as he rode out his high on your tightness and subtle rocking and you were sure you would have bruises, not that he wouldn’t have marks to match.

You both rested there as your highs subsided, bodies still shaky and weak. You moaned his name one more time before you finally stopped moving on top of him, relaxing your muscles as you brought your lips together with his. Neither of you had the breath nor energy to kiss each other properly, so he just leaned back and pulled the sheets back over your bodies, not caring that you were still connected. His heart beat could be felt against your chest and you smiled at the calming feeling.

“I’m gonna be so tired at work.” Jimin mumbled sleepily, eyes already halfway closed.

“Yeah, I bet you’ll get asked why.” You snicker, lifting up a little so his soft length could fall out of you, cozying into his chest to get comfortable.

“If they ask I’ll tell them that I was up at the wee hours of the morning making sweet love to my wife.” He plants a kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes completely.

“I already know I’m going to have a good day today.” You yawn.

“Why’s that?”

“Because it started with you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You both drift off into sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms, feeling satisfied and warm.

04. two to play

Genre: Smut.

Content: Jeon Jungkook. It was but an innocent game that took a tumultuous turn

Request: Thigh riding w/ Jungkook

Word Count: 1,937

“The rules are simple,” he coaxed, “don’t get caught.”

It started off as something demure, thoughtful, an idea that Jungkook proposed to spice up your vanilla sex life, but along the way something went terribly wrong. This wasn’t to say that the two of you hadn’t had your fair share of erotic nights and kinks, but throughout the years, time became a crippling factor as job opportunities arose, and Jungkook moved into a small, prepaid studio apartment with the rest of Bangtan for easy access to BigHit. 

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Fourth Period - Part One

A/N: Just a tiny, tiny, tiny, Teacher!Baekhyun series I have been working on.

How long will it be? Two to three parts, most likely.

An AU of this nature was requested what must’ve been two months ago, I apologize for taking so long to provide. Finding time to write has become increasingly hard with school starting back up for me and activities that are centered outside of school.

I am trying my very hardest, loves. Please be patient with me.

Stay safe, alright?

“Any boys catch your eye, Y/N?”
“Dad, I’m a senior, there’s no face I haven’t seen yet.
“Because all of a sudden your school doesn’t take Freshman in anymore.”

You made at a face at the inclination of you dating a freshman. Not only was it illegal, you weren’t going to get yourself involved with a kid who only wanted an older girl because he was sick and tired of going after girls with underdeveloped tits.

“Hey, Y/N, my friend said you’re in one of his classes.”
“Chanyeol, there’s endless Parks in my school, he probably-”
“He said you had our trademark ears, no mistake could’ve been made,” your brother joked with you.

Chanyeol’s teasing caused you to cup your ears with your hands as to hide them while you pouted.

“What’s wrong with my ears?” Your dad asked, clearly offended, while the rest of your family just laughed at him in turn.

“Which friend was it, honey?”

Chanyeol had a lot of friends.

As a child who had grown up playing baseball, it was only natural for him to join the high school varsity team when the opportunity arose. Only thing was, he was recruited in eighth grade.

Being the youngest on the team (and also one of the best), he was welcomed into the team with open arms and was seen as a little brother in the other player’s eyes.
Chanyeol spent a majority of his time around boys that didn’t match his age, meaning he had friends two, three, four years older than him. There was an abundance of options when it came to a friend of Chanyeol’s and it was impossible to pinpoint who he was talking about unless he gave you some clues.

“Byun Baekhyun.”

You almost choked on your peas.

You weren’t lying when you told your father there were no boys on your mind, because the one on your mind was a man.
And also your teacher.

“I- I thought you meant a student…”
“Nope, I told some of my boys on the team to scout you out but he was the only one who got back to me.”
“I don’t need you sending your boys to spy on me at school. Having you as the new baseball coach is enough, I don’t need more freakishly tall boys up my ass in the halls.”
“Y/N, language.”
“Someone needs to keep an eye on my little sister while I’m out in the athletic department, god knows you never go over there.”
“You have baseball and I have music. It’s not like you ever come to the music wing.”
“As a matter of fact, I do. I visit Baekhyun all the time.”

Your fork almost slipped out of your hand at the mention of your teacher, your heart fluttering as the memories of your first class with the man rose to the surface of your mind.

You couldn’t push the sight of him rolling up his sleeves before beginning our warmups, the way he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt midway through the period when it got too stuffy, and we can’t forget the way his beautiful fingers dash across the black and white keys of the glossy, deep red piano at the front of the room.

You took a large gulp of my water and hoped you family couldn’t see you sweating profusely.

“How did I come up in conversation?” You tried to push for more information as slyly as possible.
“We were eating lunch when he brought it up, said you were going to be taking voice lessons with him.”

In your school, it was mandatory for all kids enrolled in choir or any other singing group to receive private voice lessons. They could either get them outside of school from a teacher of their choosing, or they could stick with a teacher from your school.

There were three music instructors who focused on singing and they took a certain amount of students organized alphabetically.

Baekhyun seemed to have been stuck with “M” through “R”.

“Okay, you guys are on clean-up duty,” your dad announced to you and Chanyeol.

The two of you groaned in unison at the thought of sorting leftovers and scrubbing plates.
Some things never change.

“I want everyone to hold up two fingers, like this.”

He gestured, we mirrored.

“Now open your mouth, enough to fit those two fingers inside and keep them there.”

The class did as he said.

Baekhyun gave us all a note to sing, watching as our mouths got used to the objects keeping it from closing, as well as giggling at how ridiculous everyone looked.

That is how wide your mouths should be open when you sing, if not more.”

We all nodded our confirmations, waiting for the next set of instructions from our teacher.

Instead, Baekhyun strolled over to his seat in front of the piano, his fingers resting on the keys as he counted silently. He had a habit of only mouthing counts to make sure we kept all of our attention on him.

As if anyone would want to look away.

By the end of the week, all anyone was taking about the new, very attractive choral instructor. You either wanted to be him, or get with him. Everyone and their mother were after this guy.

“Legend has it, a single glance will have you questioning your sexuality.”

You laughed openly at your friend’s comment, the two of you referring to the well-dressed man sitting opposite Chanyeol in the athletic office, the glass windows allowing both of you a good view of them munching away on the lunch your brother had run out to get for them last minute.

You knocked on the glass once, hoping to get your brother’s attention.

There was no indication that he had heard you, so you tapped a couple more times.

This time, you got a reaction, but not the one you had wanted. Instead of your brother turning to glance at you with a fake look of disgust, Baekhyun had whipped his head around at the sound of your fists, and stared at you with curiosity stitched into his expression.

You sucked in a breath to pull yourself together, offering a soft smile to your teacher before jerking your head in your brother’s direction.

Baekhyun got the hint and turned towards Chanyeol, slapping his knee before telling your brother something you couldn’t figure out, but were convinced it was along the lines of “your annoying, unattractive, short ass sister-”

“I’m not getting you out of gym class again, Y/N.”
You scoffed at your brother’s statement.
“That’s not why I’m here, and I asked you not to tell anyone about that,” your murmured before continuing, “I came to get a ride home.”

“No can do, shorty,” Chanyeol ruffled your hair, much to your disgust, “I got practice in ten minutes.”
“Practice? It’s not baseball season yet, football hasn’t even had their first game.”

“Pre-season, baby.” Baekhyun threw his arm around Chanyeol’s shoulders and pulled him down to his level. “Your brother here’s gotta keep the boys in tip-top shape.”

He glanced at you for a moment before his eyes rested on your friend.

“It was nice seeing you two. Y/N. Yeri. Next lunch’s on me, Yeol.”

If your brother wasn’t staring at you, your eyes would’ve been glued to the sight of Byun Baekhyun’s ass.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m gonna run before I miss my bus. Uh, bye Chanyeol,” your friend dashed away as you watched her sway her hips a little more than extra.
Yeri had had a crush on Chanyeol for years.

“Can I come to practice with you then and get a ride once it’s over?”

Chanyeol considered this as he shoved a couple things in his bag, packing up for the day.

“Are you sure you don’t mind sitting on the bleachers for two hours?”
“It’s better than sitting on the bus for half of one.”

Your brother laughed, understanding your hatred of the bus-ride home all to well.
“Come on, let’s head out. I can’t wait to see how much the boys try and show off once they hear you’re going to be watching them.”

Chanyeol was ruthless.

You had grown up watching your brother come home from practice whining and groaning about what his coach had everyone do, but you had never seen what he had gone through to receive the muscle soreness throughout his arms or the gross, yellow bruises scattered across his legs.

You would’ve been crying if you were to attempt half the exercises Chanyeol was putting these boys through, but they were laughing and joking and basically playing grab-ass the entire time. Completely carefree.

Chanyeol had started with laps, forcing the boys to run around the track eight times (which was equal to what, two miles?). You pretended not to notice how to boys would pick up their pace significantly whenever they reached the side of the track you were sitting by.
After that round of torture, they were told to find a spot against the fence for wall-sits… that lasted five minutes.

Not once did these boys complain, even after Chanyeol made them grab their bats, drop them straight down, pick them back up, drop them, pick them up, drop them… all because #94 (you didn’t know his name) threw his bat too hard when they were playing a small game of their own.

If Chanyeol’s coach was anything like he was, I could see why he came home so beat up.
I could also see why the team hasn’t lost a game in fifteen years.

“They’re good, aren’t they? Your brother is doing a good job.”

You looked to the right of you and the bleachers, eyes widening when they settled on the image of Baekhyun, dressed in a pair of jeans paired with a white shirt that he must’ve changed into at the end of the day.

You nodded a couple times, obviously flustered but trying hard to hide it.
Knowing this was an opportunity to make a good impression on the man, you took a deep breath before facing him.

“I didn’t know baseball was so… hardcore.”

Baekhyun turned to face you once he realized you were speaking to him, and laughed at your obvious expression of surprise.

“You should’ve seen the guy Chanyeol replaced. I was stuck with him and his drills for four years and now I can’t even look at sunflower seeds anymore.”
You raised your eyebrow, pushing for more of an explanation.
Baekhyun refused to comply, shaking his head in a way that expressed his comical distress and turning back to face the field.

“Makes me glad I don’t play a sport.”

Your eyes hadn’t left his face after he turned away from you, now focusing on the way the one visible side of his face turned up in a genuine smile.

“You have music, that’s enough.”
“Says the man who managed to do both,” you pointed out.

He laughed at this, a mental victory for you.

“And yet, look at which one I ended up choosing, the one that, arguably, took me somewhere.”

Thinking back to a few weeks ago, when Chanyeol had been offered the job you had been watching him fulfill before your eyes, you vaguely remember Chanyeol’s pride at assuming he was picked over Baekhyun. Your brother hadn’t known at the time that both were “tied for first place” (as always), but seeing as how the latter was employed by the same school in an entirely different area, Chanyeol was the obvious option.

“Chanyeol seemed devastated when you turned down that college in America… what was it? Vanderhills?”

Baekhyun’s demeanor changed with your mention of the University. Within a single moment, it was back to normal, minus the slight somber tone in his following confession.

“Only one student from our school would be accepted by Vanderbilt, but both Chanyeol and I applied. Even though we were both seen as the best-”
“They chose you. Probably because of your music, right? You had something extra?”

Baekhyun turned back to face you, gifting you with a dazzling smile that was probably another reason that university overseas wanted him so badly. He would’ve been used all over their brochures.

“I guess I’m the reason you didn’t have your brother for four years, right?”

You shrugged in your seat on the cold bleachers, rubbing your thighs to generate more heat.

“That also makes you the reason I got to visit the Grand Ole Opry and Graceland during visits to Chanyeol.”
“Anything so my students can have some more exposure.”

You returned the smile he was presenting you with, hyperaware of the blush rising to the surface of your cheeks.

Your teacher broke the eye contact, unfortunately, and glanced uncertainly at the very bleachers your ass was planted on.

There were six levels of the bleachers, each one higher than the other, with space for about ten people on benches that were interrupted by stairs to the higher levels. Once the stairs stopped, the bleachers resumed and it worked like a pattern for thirty-two feet across.
Plenty of room for any spectator to sit back and enjoy the game.

So why did Baekhyun decide to plop his ass down right next to yours?

“I could see your shivering shaking the entire set of bleachers, I had to hold them down myself,” Baekhyun defended his actions.

You giggled halfheartedly, mind still racing over the fact that the hottest man you have ever seen is sitting merely inches away from-

“When does the practice end?” You were ripped from your thoughts, reaching for your phone to check how much longer these boys had before they were home free.
“One more hour of torture and they can rest.”
“Yes, they can rest just to wake up sore the next morning.”
“At least I can keep my throat from getting sore.”
“Don’t jinx it, maybe I’ll drag everyone out here tomorrow and start rehearsal with a mile or two.”

You recoiled from your teacher, one hand splayed over your heart in a mocking manner.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Baekhyun didn’t bother coming up with a snarky reply for your joke, he just settled on laughing and almost rolling off the silver bleachers in the process.

“With those acting skills, I’m surprised the drama department hasn’t recruited you.”

You smile sheepishly, neglecting to mention that the drama club instructor actually has asked you to join multiple-

“I’m going to have to head out right now, I’m expecting some sheet music to get delivered today… and no,” your face scrunched in a pout, “you’ll find out what the songs are when everyone else does.”

You flashed him a playful scowl that you both knew you could only get away with because this man sitting next to you was your brother’s best friend.
And your teacher.
He’s your teacher, Y/N.

Baekhyun stood up and made his way to the end of the bench, stopping his feet as his hand made contact with the makeshift stairway railing.

“They’ve got another hour, you said?”

You nodded once, not really sure where the hell this was going.

Baekhyun glanced out onto the field for a moment, obviously considering something, making a decision.

“Come on,” he ordered, “grab your stuff. I’ll give you a ride home.”

Your eyes bulged outwards as your mind followed suit, going completely blank.

Baekhyun could sense your confusion, your slight panic, and decided to try and save his own ass before you pictures him as some old man luring a little girl into the back of his car to look for his dog.

“I won’t let you sit out here for another hour. Who knows, your brother might even make you drag the equipment inside.”
The two of you looked over to the field, where bases and bats and balls were organized in stacks and buckets.
“Sure, Chanyeol might be a little upset that you won’t suffer any longer,” he laughed as he spoke, “but I think he’ll appreciate one less thing on his plate.”

I silently agreed, appalled by the amount of responsibly resting on Chanyeol’s shoulders myself.

“Yeah, okay. That would be really nice. Thank you, Mr. Byun.”
“Seriously? ‘Mr. Byun?’ I even tell my students to call me Baekhyun!”
“Mr. Byun has a nice ring to it,” you teased, slipping past your teacher to make your way down the stairs with a bounce in your step that could only be from the promise of alone time with Baekhyun.

The two of you walked towards the teacher’s parking lot at the back of the school in silence, your body in front of his despite you not actually knowing where Baekhyun’s car was parked.

Once the sound of feet pounding on sidewalk was replaced with the sound of feet on gravel, you turned to face Baekhyun, arm outstretched towards the parking lot that was close to empty.

Your teacher seemed to understand the gesture and sped up his strides in search of his vehicle. You took advantage of the opportunity to stare at his ass.

‘It is totally unfair that a dude has a better butt than me.’

“Here we are, your majesty.”

You snapped your attention back to Baekhyun’s smiling face, hoping to God he didn’t catch you checking him out, and looked over at the car to Baekhyun’s right.
Only, it wasn’t a car. It was a motorcycle. A full-blown motorcycle with sparkling silver handlebars, smooth leather seats, and navy blue detailing.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

But, oh no, Byun Baekhyun was certainly not kidding. He was already retrieving his helmet from where it was lodged underneath one of the seats, busying himself with tightening the straps.

Your teacher let out a huff of amusement at your reaction to the gorgeous bike, although he seemed a bit offended at your astonishment.

“What? Am I not cool enough to drive a motorcycle?”
You shook your head quickly, eyes still locked on the spokes of the back wheel, trying to figure out why they resembled a hexagon with an extra line segment coming out from the center.

“I… I’ve always wanted to ride a motorcycle,” you admit to your teacher, finally looking back up at his face that easily rivaled the beauty of the bike.
“Then today is your lucky day,” Baekhyun replied, handing you the helmet he was previously adjusting.
“Where’s yours?” You questioned, slipping the helmet over your head before securing it.
“I’ve only got the one and I don’t need you getting hurt. Chanyeol would probably kill me if he knew I was doing this, regardless, gotta make sure I get you home without a scratch.”
“I’m not a car,” you mumbled.

Baekhyun swung his leg over the side of the motorcycle and planted his butt on the front end of the seat, leaving room for you on the back.
You stayed where you were, basically standing in the middle of the parking lot, arms crossed over your body defensively.

“Aren’t you coming?”
“Isn’t it dangerous?” You asked Baekhyun, visibly terrified.

Baekhyun cocked his head to the side and gave an amused smile as he thought about how cute you were acting.

“Don’t worry,” he assured you, “just hold onto my waist. I’ve got you.”

You blushed at his words, glad that the helmet shielded the rosy tint of your cheeks. Not that Baekhyun would’ve noticed otherwise, he had turned away from you the moment he felt the heat from his words rising to the surface of his own cheeks.

“This is like a weird romance movie,” you joked, doing as Baekhyun said and gently wrapping your arms around his small torso.
Baekhyun laughed and flicked a few dials, adjusted a few levers.
“I’m not sure Korea is ready for a romance movie about a teacher and his student.”

Your mouth stayed shut as your mind screamed that you were more than ready for a romance like that.

“You ready?”

Baekhyun’s head turned on his neck so that he could view your helmet-clad head, smiling at the way your neck struggled to keep everything upright if the way your head was bobbing back and forth was any sign of a struggle.

“I hope your parents don’t hate me for this.”

reblog-trasher  asked:

How did you manage to get behind the scenes of SU?

It’s funny because when I think about all the things that ended up putting me there this summer, it goes so much further back than I realized. Pretty much everything I’ve done since graduating high school has sort of been a domino effect that helped carry me here (shouts out 2 my dreams for coming true?? tf)

I worked as an unpaid intern at a local graphics design company, then started a YouTube channel, then worked at CN games as an intern, then got to know the voice cast of SU, then worked freelance for CN social media part time.. it wasn’t any particular step, but all of the things together that lead to a big network of connections of people within CN from the games department, the social media department, and the voice cast. The network of people who believed in me, liked me, and would vouch for me helped me get my name in the back of people’s minds at CN. So when the opportunity arose this summer and they needed someone, they ended up thinking of me!!

my situation is weird, but if there’s any takeaway, it’s this: every step of the way contributes to what you do next, even if you don’t see it right away. So start doing what you wanna do now, even if it’s just for fun. And don’t burn bridges–just be a nice person and that alone will take you a long way. 

anyways I’m 20 i dont know how to live yet but its been pretty wild so far lemme just tell u right now !