did you seriously believe that

Done!! Phew, that’s probably the fastest painting I’ve ever done O.o Good thing is, I got that A in History!

Anyways, based on @beanpots’ awesome day\night AU and @exile-wrath’s fic! I absolutely loved both, and since I wanted to do a night themed History project, well, this happened XD

Acryllic on canvas and some sharpie and white gel pen for details. Only took like 12 straight hours to paint the whole thing .-. Don’t leave projects for the last day, guys. It hurts.

Btw thanks to my awesome bff @96rebo for listening to my midnight senseless babble and helping me pick out colors, even if you did fall asleep on me yesterday 😂😒

Shiratorizawa Week Day ???:

Sooo, ALL! of this draw is actually Team bonding, they’re having a sleepover in Tendou’s place for the Golden Week, (Holidays week), Kawanishi and Yamagata are playing Persona Q! a crossover of P3 and P4, Tendou is talking about how Tsutomu looks like him when he was a child and that maybe in the future he’ll have his curret hairstyle, Semisemi doesn’t have the heart to deny it, in a previous talk Ushijima promised Shirabu that ‘’Obviously we’ll keep in touch after graduation’’ and Shirabu died, they are just a big family. Save Reon.

Super mega hyper mic drop

so my darling bf @howtheskycries sent me this shirt which exists in real life:

and said “Au where everything is the same but rhys wears this shirt instead of his other one.

and I couldn’t stop laughing. Naturally, I had to draw him in it.

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. Rhys tries to justify this by saying he’s tired of cutting holes in all his shirts. It gives his arm more freedom.

I am still pretty rubbish at drawing bodies and clothing, but I tried to model Rhys’ face after the way @lutnik draws him! I am obsessed with their art style. Even though it seems they don’t use tumblr anymore, you should seriously check their work out (:


… How dare Cheritz use my weakness against me… I’m so weak against girls… so when that happened with you-know-who… I’m like WHAT THE HELL DON’T– NO DON’T… STAY AWAY. I can’t believe them alksdfjlskdj But it just makes everything so much more interesting… LMAO

imanarwhalbitch  asked:

I'm so excited! I just preordered your signed Sanders sides poster!!! It's adorable, Butch did an amazing job, and I'm gonna be so happy to have your signature on it as well! <3

Yesss!!! First of all, thank you!!! Secondly, still can’t believe that he did that, seriously, what an absolute honor!! I hope you enjoy it when you receive it!

Starved pt 3

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Chapter Notes: This one will be heavy angst, guys, and probably pretty upsetting, but it is the dark night before the dawn, I promise. I will do my best to have Chapter 4 up as quickly as possible, too. <3 

CW: Yelling, anger, graphic descriptions of panic attacks, self-loathing, self-deprecating thoughts, depression, crying, swearing

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The doll worked.

The others were still being weirdly affectionate with him–still giving him the occasional little touches that made his chest ache and set his skin on fire–but the doll soothed them. When he crawled into bed and snuggled into its embrace, the ache eased. Not all the way, but…well, that was always going to be true. He’d grown to accept that there would probably never be a perfect substitute for a real hug, but as far as he was concerned, this was close enough. 

And besides, he’d never have to know the difference.

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Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂

You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.

“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.

“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”

“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”

“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.

“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”

“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.

“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.

“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.

“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”

“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”

“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”

“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.

“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”

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Dangan thieves AU masterlist
  1. Hajime Hinata - Ace
  2. Izuru Kamukura - Blackjack
  3. Hinazuru - Dealer
  4. Chiaki Nanami - Bonnie
  5. Nagito Komaeda - Pierrot @kitucan
  6. Twogami - King [secretly the Wild Card]
  7. Peko Pekoyama - Owl  @annsparksthegmr
  8. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu - Gangster  @annsparksthegmr 
  9. Sonia Nevermind - Enchantress [navigator]  @annsparksthegmr
  10. Mikan Tsumiki - Heartbeat @killr-cupcake​ spirte edit @professionally-exhausted
  11. Gundham Tanaka - (Evil Overlord) Lich
  12. Mahiru Koizumi - Scope [navigator]
  13. Hiyoko Saionji - Ibis
  14. Ibuki Mioda - Noise
  15. Kazuichi Souda - Shark @dontmesswithabunnyposts
  16. Nekomaru Nidai - Mammoth or Coach *up for adoption
  17. Akane Owari - Badger or Brawler *up for adoption
  18. Teruteru Hanamura - Head Chef or Artisan *up for adoption

First Palace: 


me : Bam cutting his hair short could be a metaphor. His long hair gives off the impression of him being caged under FUG’s grasps, limiting his actions, and even following their orders. Cutting his hair would mean he cut his ties with FUG and finally broke free, moving on with his journey, trying to bury “Viole” in the past.

also me, an intellectual : I want his long hair back.

“You’re Spider-Man.” (Peter x Reader)

Summary- You, Ned, and MJ tell Peter you know he’s Spider-Man, in his efforts to prove otherwise, Spider-Man visits you to tell you he isn’t Peter. You decide to have fun with this, and make Peter a little jealous of your feelings for Spider-Man.

A/N- I finally have my laptop working again so can actually write! This is a super light-hearted thing, I enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it! (Send me a request! Ask box is always open!)

Word count- 1680

You watch as Peter looks as if he’s really struggling to figure out how to get out of this study group with you, Ned and MJ. “Uh,” he starts, and you all turn to him, your eye brows risen, questioning him, “I got to go,” you all give a small nod and turn back to your work. He pushes his stuff from the table and into his bag in one smooth motion, he’s got good at that the past few months, practice does make perfect, he does this pretty much every day. “The internship, Mr Stark needs me.”

You nod, continuing with your chemistry questions, “Yep, okay Peter.”

“I’m sorry guys, the internship is just really important you know?” He pulls his bag to his shoulder as he stands up.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you say without looking up at him, you can hear Ned and MJ laugh slightly next to you and you smile. No time quite like the present to let him know you all know his secret. He stumbles back into his seat.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Take The Blame

Requested by @fangirl4799

Summary: Y/N unintentionally breaks a law and is sentenced to 50 shock lashes, but she’s on hunt so Bellamy, trying to save her from the punishment, takes the blame on himself.

Word Count: 2388

Originally posted by princessclarke

Bellamy was just about to go to shower when he heard a knock on his door. With a groan he walked over to the door mentally cursing whoever was on the other side, he couldn’t even take a shower without being interrupted. As he opened it his eyes fell on Octavia standing there with rather frantic look on her face.

“What is it, O?” He asked her impatiently getting worried just by looking at her uneasiness.

“Have you seen Y/N?” She questioned him urgently, breathing heavily as she was probably in hurry.

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Slip Of The Tongue {Chae Hyungwon} ~Happy One Month!!~

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

Prompt: Hyungwon makes it his mission to show his girlfriend how beautiful she is…

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Word Count:

Warning: love making, fluff, 

**This is completely like popping a cherry for me, I don’t write slow sex scenes well,

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||

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Be More Chill AU Stalker Jake AU, I Always Feel Like

“Hey Michael, have you seen my deodorant?” Jeremy asked as he did through his gym bag. “Damn it, I thought I put it right on top of my jacket…”

“Sorry, here you can use mine,” Michael tossed his over to Jeremy who fumbled to catch it. “Didn’t you just buy this one?”

“Yeah, I’ve already lost two this month.”

“Maybe you should talk to Mr.Williams about this. I think somebody’s taking your stuff…”

“Dude, why would somebody steal my deodorant?”

“I don’t know there’s some weird people out there.” The bell rang prompting them to leave the locker room. Unknown to the two boys their conversation was being watched from behind the lockers by the only other boy still in the locker room.

Jake looked at the deodorant with a concerned look. Jeremy was starting to get suspicious…but after the incident a month ago where he almost got caught trying to take Jeremy’s cardigan he knew he had to play it a lot safer. Taking off the lid he deeply inhaled the scent Jeremy on the Old Spice. Walking out of the hallway to his locker Jake looked around to make sure Jeremy wasn’t in sight as he opened his locker door.

Adding the deodorant to the bottom of his collection of Jeremy memorabilia. Looking up he can’t face to face with his picture of Jeremy that had some of the teen’s hair in a ziplock baggie taped next to it. Touching it Jake let out a happy sound. One day he be close enough to Jeremy to touch the actual hair still on Jeremy’s head. He wondered if Jeremy changed his shampoo recently, when he cut this off it smelled like strawberries….

“Dude what are you doing?” Jake was startled by the voice immediately slamming his locker shut. Turning around he saw Rich and let out a relived sigh that it was just him.

“Oh, Rich, Jesus don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Dude, I have no problem with your dork obsession just try and keep it on the down low. If anyone else saw your weird shrine-”

“But they didn’t.” Jake grabbed his backpack off the floor as Rich stared down the hallway. Following his friend’s line of sight Jake saw Jeremy and Michael walking down the hallway together. As they turned around he could see BOYFRIENDS written across their bags. Rich snorted as he saw Jake’s confused face. “Boyfriends?”

“They always walk next to each other like that, thought it’d be funny.”

“Yeah. Funny.” Jake knew Rich didn’t mean to make him angry but seeing Jeremy that close to Michael with the word boyfriends on their backpacks he felt his blood boil. Why did Jeremy have to be so close to Michael and not him? What’s so special about the kid with the expensive headphones and the stupid hoodie? But that didn’t matter. Tonight he’d be at play rehearsal, with Jeremy. They’d be so close together, reading lines, talking…

Jake smiled at the thought forgetting that he was moving and walking face first into a wall. Rich’s laughter did not help his pride.


As Jake entered the auditorium with his friends and “girlfriend” behind him he saw Jeremy. He was already sitting near the front making Jake smile as he approached the other boy. His walk slowly came to a stop as he saw Jeremy was already talking to somebody. It was a girl in their grade, Christine? Jeremy smiled as she talked to him with a look on his eyes that Jake unfortunately recognized. It was the look he gave Jeremy every day.

To make things worse sitting just behind the two was a familiar red hoodie. What did he do deserve this kind of torture? He couldn’t talk to Jeremy in front of them. This was supposed to be his only chance to get to talk to Jeremy…away from Michael.

“Jake what’s-oh,” Rich stopped mid-sentence when he saw Jeremy talking to Christine.

“Yeah. Oh.” Sitting on the other side of the aisle next to Rich, Jake stared at Jeremy longingly. Why couldn’t he just talk to Jeremy? It’s not like he had these problems with anyone else. But then again, Jeremy want anyone else. His train of thought derailed when Mr.Reyes got on stage and called for everyone’s attention. He could find an excuse to talk to Jeremy later.


“-I can’t believe you did that with Madeline Jake. I mean seriously don’t you have any standards? Jake, Jake are you listening to me?” No Jake wasn’t listening to Chloe. Instead he was watching Jeremy leave the auditorium. Ignoring Chloe he walked out the door following after the two while trying not be seen.

“Hey Michael, I need to go to the bathroom real quick.”

“It’s cool, I’ll be out in the car.” As Jeremy began to head the other direction a smile crossed Jake’s face, finally he could get him alone.

Caffeine (pt 2)

Originally posted by jikain

Member: Exo Chen/Jongdae

Type: Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut in Next Part

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

You screamed, slamming your hand against your living room wall before tossing your phone onto the couch and falling down onto it, wriggling into the pillows, letting them muffle your groans of frustration.

This week had been going pretty great considering the breakup. Usually your breakups were filled with movies and ice cream and some friends braiding your hair and telling you to get it together but not this time. Well, you still watched movies and ice cream and talked to friends but since your meeting with Jongdae, things hadn’t seemed so bad. Your ex did cheat on you, and even though it hurt, there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

It was all fine and good until about an hour earlier, when the messages started popping up one by one, along with the string of calls that you continuously rejected.

I’m sorry

Please just let me talk to you

Please pick up

I wasn’t thinking okay

You weren’t sure what to think, what to say, what to do…your mind spun as you stared at your phone in shock. He didn’t seriously think that you believed him, right? Did he think you were that stupid?

Things would’ve just easily blown over if he hadn’t started spamming you with all these messages and voicemails that you didn’t even bother to listen to. You moved onto your back, grabbing your phone and turning it off in frustration, not wanting to see your ex do this. You were doing fine. You were doing really well considering it had only been a week and he just had to go and ruin it. You felt your chest tighten as the pain returned, and you cursed loudly, wondering why you had to feel this awful when you didn’t even do anything wrong.

You suddenly heard the doorbell ring and you froze on your couch, your eyes widening as you looked around your messy apartment. It wasn’t exactly messy perse, just a bit unorganized. You hadn’t done the dishes from last night’s dinner yet, and they were still piled in the sink. There was a laundry basket full of clean laundry that you were just too lazy to fold. Everything else looked pretty okay in your opinion, so you stood, running your fingers through your hair as you shuffled to the door.

“Hey neighbor,” chirped Jongdae as he leaned against your doorframe, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grinned.

Jongdae was probably the best thing that could’ve happened to you after your ex cheated. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d visit you at work, because that past week he’d walked in almost every single day to get coffee and chat with you. You’d see him in the mornings sometimes before he left for work, and he’d give you a cheeky grin, saying something cute like “Bye neighbor!” and giving you a little wave.

You smiled at him as he stood in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes travelled down your body. Your eyes shifted down too, and you cursed as you realized that you may have been a bit too underdressed with your oversized t-shirt and slightly too short shorts. You didn’t have work today, so dressing well wasn’t exactly a high priority on your list.

“I promise there are shorts underneath this,” you insisted, and you were rewarded with his musical laughter.

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth still twist upward as he replied, “No, no, I just thought you may be cold is all. Um anyway, I came over here because I wanted to ask if everything was okay.”

You lifted your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side. “I think so? Why?”

“I heard screaming and banging noises so I figured that something was either very, very wrong or you were just having really fantastic sex.”

You snorted, doubling over as you laughed at how casual his words sounded. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you lifted your head to meed Jongdae’s worried eyes as you continued to shake with laughter. Seeing your face, his expression changed, his worried look changing into a smile.

“Sorry…I…no, no sex…” you confirmed in between little bursts of giggles, wondering why you were still laughing, knowing you probably must’ve looked pretty stupid at this point.

He grinned, his hand squeezing your shoulder lightly as you shivered, feeling him lean a bit closer to you. “Was it really that funny?” he asked, his brows lifting and his tongue peeking out to lick his lips quickly. You shrugged awkwardly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he watched you. “Wait no,” he began, his thumb rubbing your shoulder where he was still holding you. “Don’t feel shy, I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve just never seen you laugh like that before, it was nice, I’m sorry.”

Now you felt really embarrassed, and you looked down at your feet, nodding as you felt him release his grip on your shoulder. He cleared his throat before he continued, “Um well anyway, what was that sound from earlier? Are you sure everything is alright?”

You smile faltered and you heart sank as you remembered the building messages from your ex. Jongdae noticed the change, bending down slightly to get a better look at your face.

“Um…” you began, feeling him near you slightly. “Well my ex started texting me and calling me…like a lot…and I’m just a little frustrated.” You looked up to see his eyes widen, flickering between anger and disgust.

“What did you say?” he asked, his pitch slightly lower than before. “I mean, how did you respond?”

“I didn’t.”

His lips formed an ‘o’ shape as he slowly let out a breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “May I…see?” he asked carefully, realizing that you hadn’t known each other long and not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

You nodded, stepping away from the door and gesturing for him to enter before closing it, heading back to your couch where your phone was. You plopped down, turning it on again as he sat next to you, leaning in to look at your phone.

“What kind of a password is that?” he muttered sassily as you unlocked your phone and you turned, glaring at him before smacking his chest lightly. He held his hands up in surrender, laughing as he apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t look at anything…”

“Don’t make fun of my password…” you grumbled, making him laugh again as you looked back at you phone, gasping as you say how many messages had built up over the few minutes you’d tuned off your phone. Jongdae, noticed as well, grabbing the phone out of your hand and beginning to scroll through the fifty or so unread messages.

Jongdae clicked his tongue, his brows furrowing as he looked back at you. “Yah, this guy’s crazy. Twenty missed calls? What the fuck-” he was cut off by your ringtone as you ex called again, and before you could protest, Jongdae answered, putting the phone to his ear before you could grab it.

“Hello?” you heard the muffled voice of your ex on the other side, and you tried to grab the phone from Jongdae but he grabbed your wrists with his free hand pinning them together as he held the phone to his ear.

“Yah,” began Jongdae loudly, making you jump slightly. “Why do you keep calling her, huh? No- No, you shut up, why does it matter who the fuck I am? Your messages are so creepy dude, like fucking chill okay. She doesn’t want to-” Jongdae groaned loudly, turning to look at you, his hand tightening slightly at your wrists. “I’m sorry that you had to deal with this excuse of a human being, you did not deserve this man as your boyfriend,” he said to you apologetically before turning back to the call.

“Jongdae, I-” you were cut off by him yelling at your ex again.

“Oh, so you think that you’re better than me? You don’t even know me dude, why are you even-” he scoffed, clicking his tongue again. “Yah, you can’t seriously think she actually wants you back, right? Like please at least tell me you’re not that stupid…Oh my god, you’re a fucking idiot, aren’t you? My IQ is dropping just because I’m talking to you. You know what- no, no you listen to me, okay stop calling her, because I swear if I even see one tiny little message you will fucking regret it…God, do you kiss your mother with that mouth, what the fuck is wrong with you? Ugh,” he scoffed, pulling the phone off his ear and ending the call.

You stared wide-eyed at your neighbor as his thumb tapped away at your phone, his other hand still on your wrists. You tugged slightly and he looked over, his mouth opening as he released you quickly, apologizing.

“It’s…um it’s fine,” you mumbled, rubbing at your wrists. He stared at the slightly red marks he’d left, dropping your phone to gently grab your hands.

His tongue peeked out to lick his lips, and he whimpered softly. “Was I really holding you that tight? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Do you need ice or something?” You watched in disbelief as he rubbed the red spots soothingly, his brows crinkling.

“You,” you began, making him look back up at you with his brows crinkled. “What…wait why are you…what the hell just happened?” you muttered, blinking several times as you replayed the past few minutes in your head.

His laughter filled your living room as he released your wrists, grabbing your phone and tapping away at it again. “I hope you didn’t mind,” he chuckled, watching your expression. “Oh, also I’m blocking his number on your phone. You know how to do that right? If he ever bothers you with another number just block him again.”

You nodded, your eyes flickering to his face. His hair was ruffled and messy, and you figured he didn’t have work today because he was still home. His t-shirt and sweatpants made that even more obvious, but before you could keep studying your neighbor, his eyes caught you staring.

He laughed, “Do you think I’m being weird? Sorry, I just don’t like people who cheat. Well, honestly I don’t get the point. If you don’t want me, then tell me you don’t want me. Don’t just start seeing someone else behind my back.”

His words turned bitter quickly, and you bit your lips as you softly asked him, “You’ve been cheated on too?”

He looked at you again, the corners of his mouth twisting upward as he shrugged. “Maybe,” he teased, handing you your phone. You took it, sticking your tongue out at him and making him laugh again, his arms stretching to rest behind his head.

“Thank you,” you added, bowing your head slightly towards your neighbor. You felt his hand touch your head, and he ruffled your hair, chuckling slightly.

“Anytime, neighbor,” he mused before standing, stretching again. Your eyes met the strip of exposed skin at his waist as his shirt rode up when he stretched and you swallowed, knowing it was way, way too early to be having any of these thoughts. He turned back towards you, crossing his arms and letting his shirt fall as he looked around the apartment. “So, should I help you clean?”

“What?” You looked around, your eyes landing on the dishes and the laundry. Everything else seemed fine, and you looked back at Jongdae with your brows raised in question. “Um…is this really messy?”

His eyes widened and he shook his head, his hand shaking with it. “No, no I mean…I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, my old roommate was kind of a neat freak, and he kind of rubbed off on me I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes landing on the dishes piled in the sink. “Want help with the dishes? I can help you, really-”

“No, no,” you interrupted, standing and walking towards the kitchen. “I can do them myself, it’s alright, you don’t have to-”

“But I want to,” he whined, his bottom lip puffing out. “Ok, what about this. You scrub, I rinse. You’ll basically be the one doing the dishes, I’ll just rinse them and put them on the rack. Please, please, please I want to be helpful.” He stomped his feet like a child, pouting as you watched.

You rolled your eyes, giving into him as you stood in front of the sink, scrubbing and then handing him the soapy dishes for him to rinse off. He smiled, humming an unrecognizable tune as he ‘helped’ you with the dishes.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath as one of your plates slipped out of his had and clanged into the sink. It wasn’t broken but he still gave you a sheepish look, apologizing before picking it up and setting it on the rack.

You scoffed, squeezing more soap onto your sponge as you teased, “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

He burst into laughter, realizing what you were referring to. “Yah,” he chuckled. “I don’t say stuff like that in front of my mom, okay? Come on, do I really seem like that kind of person?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you shrugged, handing him a soapy cup. “I mean, I barely know you, and here you are in my apartment, doing dishes.” The strange reality of the moment hit you, and you were greeted with a wave of uneasiness. He seemed to notice as he set the cup on the rack before turning to you.

“Hey,” he murmured, and you turned up to the sound of his voice. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, feel free to kick me out. Sorry, I just…I mean I didn’t notice that this might be weird for you. You’re right, you barely know me, I should-”

“No, it’s fine!” you reassured, waving your soapy hands at him. “You’ve helped me a lot, and you live next to me. I mean, I’ll get to know you. I’m not uncomfortable.”

He smiled, “But seriously, I’m really glad you’re my neighbor. I was hoping I’d live next to someone I could talk to, you know? I’m really talkative sometimes so it’s nice living around others who are willing to talk to me.”

You hummed in agreement, handing him the last soapy bowl. “So, what would you like to talk about?” you asked, and he chuckled, rinsing off the bowl and setting it on the tray as you dried off your hands.

“Well,” he began, tilting his head in thought. “You seem to be in a good mood. Are you feeling better now?”

You nodded, handing him the towel for him to dry his hands. “Yeah, thank you. You know it’s funny, doing dishes actually helps me cope with things a lot. Or just chores in general, because I get so occupied that I forget that I was upset. It helps me clear my head…is that weird?”

“Not really,” Jongdae shook his head. “I mean, everyone has their little ways of getting over things. Like my old roommate? He’d always clean. The place would be extra spotless whenever he was upset about something.”

“Ahh, I see,” you nodded, shifting your weight as you felt the atmosphere turn awkward. “So what do you do when you’re upset?”

His eyebrows lifted and he licked his lips, his eyes teasing as he replied, “I’m not sure you want to know.”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

His eyes darted around, not meeting yours has he rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean…it’s not bad…I just think you’d feel uncomfortable.”

“Just tell me, now I wanna know,” you whined. “What’s your secret? How do you get over breakups?” You raised your brows suggestively, and he wrinkled his nose leaning down slightly towards you. He turned his head to the side, flashing a grin and making your stomach flip as he answered.


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“Oh good god.” You said breathlessly as you pull Shawn out of you before falling back into the bed. Pulling up the cover you turned to Shawn. He was out of breath too, and you loved that you had done that to him.

A smile turned onto his lips as he held his eyes closed. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he did. He turned his head and his pretty brown eyes opened up as both of your chests still expanded and collapsed. Slowly he put up his hand and held it.

Confused you gave it a look before you realized he wanted a high-five. The moment you did, you began to laugh, but quickly fulfilled the high-five.

“Nice job.” He said still breathless.

He was giving you a high five for the sex you both just had.

What an idiot?

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Drink Up Some Fun - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You), Implied Jongdae (Chen) x Reader (You)

Words: 2,085

Warnings: Smut, Car Sex, Rough Sex, Choking kink, Drunk Sex, Jongdae being a complete drunk.

Summary: Just some steamy car sex with your boyfriend, but with two drunken idiots in the back.

Patiently you wait at the bar for your boyfriend, sipping consistently at your glass, the rush of harsh liquor scorching your throat as it goes down. Any longer you had to wait though made you consider the facts that maybe he ditched you.

The more oh sit the more you ponder. Of just why Jongdae would even think to touch you in that manner. Was he just that drunk? You knew he went both way but c'mon you guys knew each other for years, the relationship you shared was nothing but platonic.

Of all people too, you would’ve thought Chanyeol to understand that, that you wouldn’t cheat on him, especially with that idiot…


You take another big drink, you really shouldn’t think too hard about it. The buzz was just making you worry more than you should.

“Hey there, little missh.” You look over towards the slurring voice next to you, only to scoff. You turn away not ready to deal with him. “What do you want?” You paused. “Oh you know what, I just remembered I don’t care.”

Jongdae huffs, resting his face on the cool marble of the bar. He turns his head in your direction. “Why sho meam? What’d I sdo to you.” You couldn’t believe your ears, did he seriously forget already. You don’t even bother bringing it back up. “This is all your fault, you know? I’m now resorted in sitting at a bar full of strangers because of some dipshit ran my boyfriend off.”

When you get no response you look over to notice Jongdae had fallen asleep. “Hey! Wake the fuck up!” You shake him, but he doesn’t move.

When all seemed pointless you gave up, he wasn’t your responsibility. Sighing you watch as the bartender walks over to you, looking at your drunk friend. “He won’t be driving home tonight. You his transportation?” You almost hated to admit that you knew this dumbass. You nodded.

He refills your glass, even though you hadn’t bought. “On the house.“ He says. You smile in thanks, taking a drink. “So I happen to notice that your boyfriend was acting weird tonight. I seen him out in the parking lot a while ago, seemed he had a little too many drinks.” This makes you perk up. “Really? I thought he left.”

The man looks at you shocked, “Um, with how drunk he was-” he chuckles, “-I sure hope not. I actually think he’s out in his car now.” You smiled, drinking down the rest of your shot before thanking the man.

“Come on Jongdae, let’s go home.” You urge, persistently shaking him awake. “Ugh why I’m having sho much slun. Haha I sound funckly.” You roll your eyes. “You’re sleeping how is that fun?” You didn’t expect a answer so you just wrap his arm around your shoulders, groaning as he was heavier than you thought. Stupid dead weight.

Luckily Chanyeol’s car wasn’t too far, and when you reach it your boyfriend gets out. Seeing his friend’s state he helps you. It was surprising to you honestly, you hadn’t thought he could walk. Given he had way more drinks than both of you combined. “Let’s just toss him in the back with Baekhyun, they need to make up anyway.“ Chanyeol points out.

When he was secured in the back, you walk around the front, leaning your back against the hood of your boyfriend’s car. You wasn’t nearly in the mood to head back yet.

Its when Chanyeol walks by that you reach for him, asking. “Why didn’t you come back in? I thought you left me.” He visibly hesitated, looking at you almost ashamed. “There was a problem, I couldn’t rightly take care of it around a bunch of people.”

You blink up at him, that last drink really hit you hard, especially if your vision was fuzzy. “Well did you?” Chanyeol shakes his head, “I couldn’t…not without you.” Before you could even think about his words he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You gasp, feeling his arm pulling you close to his body, the other tangled in your loose fallen down hair.

There was so many thoughts roaming your brain but the liquor made it impossible to decipher just what they all were. The hands rested at his hips, dig into his skin when he slid his tongue past your lips, a low moan erupting from your lip-lock.

You wallow in the feel of him like this but like all the times before he ultimately pulls back. You stare up at him dazed, licking your lips. “Just what exactly was your problem?” You smile, already having a slight clue.

“Here I’ll show you.” He grins, lifting you up effortlessly and placing you on the hood of his car. “After our dance there was nothing more I wanted then to fuck your brains out right here in this dark parking lot. Although then Jongdae came and just made it worse.” He moves in close, well closer. “Let’s just say jealousy and alcohol do not mix well.”

Your breath hitches in your chest when Chanyeol presses himself against you, the true reason behind his sudden absence. You had thought it started because of Jongdae but fuck nothing would have made you think this.

Your head got tossed back, Chanyeol’s name forced from your lips as he bucks his cock up against your wetten cunt.

Your arms hurriedly wrap around his neck, pulling him to your eager lips, your tongue quickly finding his own, the taste of different alcohol ignighting both your drunken senses. Chanyeol’s hands play and squeeze at your clothed breast, feeling your nipples harden with every gentle touch.

You hummed into his mouth, pressing him even harder against your mouth, the rush of pleasure overpowing your current state.

The more he dry humps you however the further you craved for him, but not out here. “Let’s go somewhere out of sight, baby, I don’t want a audience.” Chanyeol nods, helping you down off the car. He holds the door open for you to get in before walking to the other side.

No time was wasted with Chanyeol as he immediately pulls you in his lap, reclining his seat, but not far enough to hit the sleeping men behind. Well you hope their sleeping.

A rush of adrenaline coarses through your veins at the thought of getting caught. At the thought of being quiet and secretive. It was just so exhilarating.

Chanyeol moans rubbing himself up against your pussy, you matching his pace, the movements hiking up your skirt. Your fingers slide up the side of his face, tangling in his hair. Yanking at it when he grinds against you harder, a low broken whine heard when he suckles at your neck. It was the feel of his teeth that really has you crying in bliss, the pinch of every bite mark that lands upon your shoulders only turning you on further.

Chanyeol slides your shirt more off your shoulder, placing dark hickies in his wake. “Chanyeol…” You mewl, pressing yourself harder against his groin, anticipating the cock beneath your panties.

Chanyeol’s uneven breath is loud in your ear, whispering all of the dirty things he was thinking about when he was alone in his car, far before Baekhyun or you ever showed. It just ignights your desire, the ache to be fucked already .

You were mildly impressed that the alcohol didn’t affect his sex drive like it does most, although you could say the same with you. Never had you been so turned on.

Chanyeol soon begins to unbutton his jeans, the tightness just now growing unbearable.

While he was busy you kissed up his neck, creating your own marks before meeting his lips. You lightly pulled at his bottom lip, taking over completely, hazing his drunken mind like he did yours.

Reaching down you slide your panties over, pressing yourself down against his slick cockhead. Chanyeol grunts swiftly forcing the rest of his cock into you without any hesitation, both letting out your held in voices. Chanyeol cursing under his breath while you cried his name out loudly.

When Beakhyun moves in the back however you both stiffen. Worryingly you watch, making sure he doesn’t wake though when he throws his leg atop of Jongdae’s face, small snores coming out of his mouth, you knew you was good. Chanyeol covers your mouth with his hand when you snicker. “Quiet baby, you don’t want this night to get ruined do you?” You shake your head and Chanyeol grins, “Good.” He again thrusts up against you, stifling your moans.

Eventually he lets go, slamming your back to the steering wheel, fucking your pussy to the best of his ability in this position. You help, grinding against him, loving how good his dick felt inside you.

Both you stay in this position, rocking your bodies together before Chanyeol abruptly moves, laying you across the console. You hum, holding yourself up, moaning in sync with your boyfriend as he re-enters you, but this time he was able to move more freely, besides his head hitting the ceiling every now and again. Of course he was problaby too drunk or wrapped in the pleasure to even notice.

Your eyes close, the whiteness behind your eyelids spinning and erratic. You couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the pleasure. Guess it didn’t really matter.

Chanyeol forces his hips into you harder, so hard the car rocked from his roughness. You breathed his name, panting and sweaty, eager to reach your endless satisfaction. To watch Chanyeol’s face as you tighten so beautifully around his cock, the gasp of your name as he’s never felt anything like it.

Eventually the tone of your voices didn’t matter anymore, you both screamed in the pleasure of each other, not giving a damn if you woke the boys in the back.

You boyfriend, pants heavily the further he pleases you, droplets of sweat dripping down his face and neck. It was honestly one of the sexiest things you’ve ever witnessed. Chanyeol goes back to the other position however, announcing that he was getting close.

You followed, giggling, sitting back in his lap, moving yourself in time with him. Chanyeol places his hand lightly on your neck, trailing it to your hair but you stopped him, covering yours atop his instead.

He doesn’t question the sudden stop but when you force him to press even rougher he begins to understand. Chanyeol pulls you close. “You naughty girl, since when was you into chocking?” Lightly he squeezes harder, mesmerized as your brows knit in pure ecstasy.

“Its a guilty pleasure.” You finally breathe out. You’ve never told him because you knew that your boyfriend was sensitive about anything that could result in hurting you, and this certainly was no exception.

At the near edge you move against him faster, your orgasm creeping up into you like wildfire. And when it hits you you scream Chanyeol’s name, your body trembling as you tighten almost painfully around his cock, your fingers digging harshly into his shoulders.

Before he got too absorbed in the feel of your orgasm he pulls out, removing his hand from your throat so he could stroke his cock the rest of the way. He groans noisily the closer he gets. Then finally when he reaches his satisfaction, he cums all over your pussy and his stomach.

You smiled, falling limp atop of his chest, both your heart beats irregularly fast.

Chanyeol after he semi catches his breath reaches behind you, turning the keys in the ignition before rolling down the fogged windows. You sigh in bliss when the cold air hits your weak sweaty body.

Finally cooling off Chanyeol moves up, your back landing back upon the steering wheel once more.

“Talk about kinky.” He chuckles exhausted, tracing the marks he made on your neck. A sloppy satisfied grin rises on your face. “That was new, but you really should’ve told me.” You rest your arms on his shoulders, tilting your head. “I couldn’t. I know you don’t like anything that can get me hurt.”

“I will do anything if it makes you this wild.” He smiles wide. You gasp. “Hey are you impling that I’m a boring lover?” He laughs, pressing light kisses to your nose and cheeks.

A smug smile itches on your lips when you speak. “I’m mean if that’s the case I could always just find me a new man,” You bluff. “Jongdae maybe?” Chanyeol huffs, shaking his head immediately. “Oh no, I don’t think so, you’re mine, whether you’re boring or not.”

“Really, Channie, fucking really.” You tried to push him away but he just wouldn’t budge.

He chuckles at your weak struggles. “God I love you so much.” He murmurs, kissing you squarely. You slump defeated, kissing him back.

He’s still not forgiven.

The Trip. Mystic Messenger Fanfic.

(V X MC  Smut/Nsfw Warning.)

(Also, if your wondering why V can see, it is because he got the eye surgery he needed to prevent his blindness.)

The day was bright and sunny, the temperature was perfect for going out, especially to have a picnic, or to even just hang out with friends.  Earlier that day, Mc and V were planning to go to the park with one another. 

The problem was that the park was a couple of miles away and there was no way they were going to get there anytime soon. There was a traffic jam after all, and the car started to get heated. 

Beads of sweat began to drip down Jihyun’s face as his breathing was a bit heavy. Mc rolled down the windows since the air conditioner decided not to work at the time. 

The both of them were pretty hot at the time, why did it have to be a heat wave all of the sudden? Or was it just the car? Either way, it was really hot and the both of them were wearing long sleeves.

Mc sighed lightly, the cars seemed not to move at all, the traffic seemed to be worse that she had thought. Why today did there have to be a traffic jam? Why did we choose to wear long sleeve’s? 

Before it was a nice and cool, now it was just an unbearable heat that made you sweat. Jihyun seemed to unbutton a couple of his shift buttons. Some of his chest showing. 

A nice pink blush on his cheek and beads of sweat continued to drip down his face and down his chest. Showing off his rippling and toned body. His breathing seemed to be pretty heavy. 

The urge to strip was strong, especially for Mc. She looked over at Jihyun, her pink blush seemed to turn into a red flush. Becoming a bit flustered at seeing some of his bare chest. 

Let alone, the way he looked was so.. Sexy.. Especially since his hair was a bit disheveled. Slowly after, he caught your stare. His blush seemed to darken as he began to apologize.

“I-I’m sorry for you seeing me this way Mc.. It’s just.. So hot.. I couldn’t take it anymore to be honest..” 

All you did was shake your head gently at his comment, your hands waving around drastically. “N-No. It’s fine, I totally understand why. Besides.. It’s not like your bothering me, you look very attractive in my opinion.” 

The last part of your sentence seemed to make him flustered, as well as yourself. Did you seriously just say that? Especially to him? He couldn’t believe his ears. Nor, could you believe that you actually said this.

  “I-I’m sorry, I said that without thinking and-”

        “No, it’s fine. I completely understand. The heat makes us do things we’ve never thought we would.”

All you could do was nod, you couldn’t handle the heat anymore and absentmindedly began to take off your shirt. Taking your hands at the rim and pulling it up, removing it.

“M-Mc- w-what are you-?”

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t bare this heat anymore.” You interrupted him gently, panting ever so lightly. He caught himself starring at you ever so gently. Taking in ever detail of your upper body. 

The sweat that seemed to form on you seemed to help show your appealing details. Rolling down and between your breasts, rolling down your slightly fit abs. Your curves as perfect as ever.

If he had his camera at the time, he would defiantly take pictures of you. Not only were you looking very innocent, but also very sexy. It was either this heat making him feel this way or something else. Whatever it was..

The urge to touch your body was strong. And you felt the same at the time. He adverted his gaze  once he caught himself starring. It was just.. You were so perfect.

Slowly, you sat you gently, the sweat from your body seemed to smell like sweet flowers. It was very pleasant instead of it smelling like dirty socks. He liked it and he wanted to have the incredible smell around him even more.

You began to stretch a bit lightly, he took glances at you, though didn’t dare to look at you fully, he was a gentleman after all. After wards, once done with stretching, you looked over at him and gave him a reassuring smile.

You saw that more of his buttons from his shirt were unbuttoned. Revealing his nice toned chest, his sweat seemed to continue to run down it. You bit your lip at this, damn he was so sexy.

He noticed you taking every detail of his body, he seemed to stare at your face. Your hair seeming a bit disheveled as well. He seemed to lean in close to you. Sure, he was still in love with Rika but.. He felt.. Much more with you.

Sure, Rika was his sun. But.. You were his whole world, you were his galaxy and his stars. Though.. He never admitted it. The both of you were still friends after all but.. You seemed to like one another more than just friends.

You were zoning out at the time, not noticing his face coming close to yours until you felt soft lips on yours. This caused you to blink a few and find yourself kissing V.

Well more like, he was kissing you. His head was filled with so many thoughts, what would become of the two of you after this? He didn’t care what other’s thought, he just wanted you for himself as he seemed to kiss you with so much passion and love.

Your face seemed to heat up with a dark scarlet blush, though slowly after you began to melt into the delightful kiss. It was the truth, this was indeed your first kiss. Heck, your still a virgin, though was too embarrassed to say anything about it.

Your hands seemed to make there way up his neck and behind his head, messing with his hair ever so gently as the two of you kissed. Lips colliding and shifting to add more and more pleasure.

The both of you knew that you were longing for one another’s touches. His hands going down to your waist and holding you close.

After a couple of hours of the sweet kisses, things started to take another turn. At the time, the both of you were in the back seat. His hands gripping your butt roughly, your thighs around his waist lightly. His mouth seemed to be attached to your neck.

Attacking your sensitive neck with love bites and an army of kisses. His tongue swirling and whirling around some area’s which seemed to drive you crazy. You seemed to moan his name oh so loudly. Repeating it over and over.

This seemed to give him more courage, as well as drive him off the edge. Your moans seemed to make him get more flirtatious, as well as suggestive. This was new to him but, he enjoyed it.

The both of you seemed to be turned on at the time, your hips grinding, your bodies touching, the rubbing, the licking, the kissing. It was so pleasurable. Soon.. The both of your clothes seemed to be discarded to the floor of the car. 

The both of you seemed to moan as the intense grinding of your hips against one another seemed to grow. Of course the two of you were in your undergarments at the time. Though it was obvious you were turned on.

Especially Jihyun, his boner seemed to throb for more. It being very stiff and long, you could feel the tent within his boxers seemed to grow. The boner poking your inner thigh.

You of course were all hot and bothered, your panties soaked with your own juices and fluids. You need him inside of you, feeling yourself be so ready for him.

He didn’t have a condom though he hoped you were on the pill, because he wanted to be inside of you very badly. Eventually, the two of you were naked. Not only that but you were giving him the blow-job of his life.

“Ngh.. Your so good at this.. Agh.. I’m so close.. Mc..~”

You seemed to give a soft amused chuckle, licking and swirling your tongue all around his hardened member. You were surprised at how big he was, let alone, how hard he was.

Eventually, he came. The cold though slightly salty liquid seemed to drizzle down your chin as you swallowed it. This drove his urge to be inside of you to increase. 

Next thing you knew, he had you pinned down to the car seat. Since your breasts were already bare he sucked and licked you breasts, giving soft kisses and licks all over one of them while massaging the other.

His hips began to grind against yours, you felt his member rub lightly against your womanhood which made you moan more. You needed him badly, just like how much he needed you.

He looked down at you, giving a look of wonder. Asking for your approval, which of course you said yes. So with one whole thrust, his member penetrated you and went deep within you, hitting your g-spot.

Your body jumped at this, tears brimmed your eyes as you groaned lightly in pain. He gave you a reassuring look, “You’ll get use to it.. I promise you.” he kissed away your tears and stopped himself from thrusting any further. 

Allowing you to adjust, once you have adjusted he began to thrust once anew. Going at an inhuman pace, his member opening up your walls more with each thrust. Going in and out of you in a swift and rough manor.

Moans from the both of you seemed to fill the car as this continued for an hour and a half. Eventually, the two of you reached your climax. Panting heavily once finished. Laying beside one another and cuddling.

“.. I love you Mc.. I really do mean it.”

He stated lightly, giving you a rare smile as you gave him a mutual look. Him holding you close. This was the best day of your life, you wished this could last for forever. He made you so happy, he was your world.

“I love you too Jihyun, more than the world itself.”

This seemed to make him give a soft chuckle, his smile growing as he gave soft kisses all over your face. Which made you giggle.

After all those hours in the hot car within traffic, the both of you got dressed. Sitting back in your seats and not minding how much time this took. As long as you were together. It made you the most happy, the both of you.


Pretty Lies - Part Five

Originally posted by jungkooz

Genre: Angst

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven

Word Count: 1,872

Summary: You knew the truth, but still clung onto the pretty lies he told you.

“How are you doing?” Namjoon grinned at the annoyed sigh he got in return. “Is that the kind of reaction you give to the guy who saved your ass yesterday?” 

“It is if you still have a killer headache and said guy didn’t bring you hangover soup. Tell Jin to make me some,” you whined, doing your best to keep your voice steady. Namjoon had called you in the middle of your cry fest, forcing you to pretend that you were stable when you were the complete opposite. 

“So, did Jungkook ever call you back?” Your eyes closed as you controlled your breathing. Tears threatened to escape your eyes and your throat was tightening, but you couldn’t let Namjoon know that. “I waited for him to come back today since he wasn’t here when I got up. He said he was working out.”

“I called him,” you choked out, voice already wavering. If Namjoon noticed, he chose not to comment. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Namjoon.” You sounded so weak, like a small child who was lost. Namjoon’s heart clenched as sobs filled the line.

“Tell me what happened,” Namjoon demanded, frustrated at how Jungkook could treat you like this. You explained everything; the call, hearing Areum, and how worthless you felt knowing that Jungkook had probably done more than just visit her. Namjoon listened to it all, fist tightening to prevent him from physically lashing out. 

Namjoon rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You have to confront him about this.”

“I can’t,” you immediately whimpered. Confrontation was not your forte. You were more likely to breakdown in front of Jungkook than weasel answers out of him. Your heart was racing at the thought of even talking to Jungkook. “Joonie, you know I can’t.”

“You have to!” he growled. He hated being harsh towards you, but he knew he had to knock some sense into you. “Are you going to let this slide? Y/N, face the facts! He’s probably cheating on you and you can’t just let him walk all over you like this! Have more respect for yourself. I know it isn’t your forte, but just try. Otherwise, you’ll spend everyday after regretting it.” 

He was right, you couldn’t just turn a blind eye to this. Even if you chose to remain silent, things wouldn’t get any better- only worse. Things would change between the two of you now that you had caught him. 

“Alright, I’ll talk to him about it,” you finally consented. Relief washed over Namjoon, he had been afraid that you would let Jungkook get away without explaining. He sucked in a shaky breath as he pushed himself to ask the question that had been plaguing him since he found out about what Jungkook had done.

“Do you think you will forgive him?” The both of you stayed silent as you wondered if you could ever forgive Jungkook. Would you ever forgive him for the pretty lies he had left you instead of being there for you?

“I-I don’t know,” you admitted, heart twisting at what those words meant. Your love for Jungkook couldn’t smooth over all of his mistakes. Not to mention that he probably didn’t love you anymore. “A part of me still loves him, and I don’t know if that will ever change. But there’s also another part of me that doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore. It’s confusing.”

Namjoon nodded, he figured that would be your answer. Jungkook and you have been together for a long time, but your hesitation in answering gave him hope. Maybe there was room for Namjoon in your conflicted heart. 

“Well, whatever you choose, know that I’ll still be here for you,” Namjoon mumbled gently, wishing that he could convey all the emotions he felt for you. He wanted to be able to love you freely but as long as you were still with Jungkook he knew it would be pointless.

“I’m going to go now. I’ll call you later when I’ve sorted things out with Jungkook,” you promised. You paused, not wanting to hang up right away. Namjoon had always been there for you and it disappointed you how weak you were. He was always there picking up the fallen pieces for you while you were just a burden on him. “Thanks for everything, Namjoon. I know it’s hard to deal with me.”

“Don’t say that! I love-” Namjoon paused, stopping himself from getting too heated. Now was not a good time to spill his feelings, not when your heart was already so conflicted. “I love… helping you. You help me all the time with my problems and I can always count on you to read over my music and give me constructive feedback. I will always be here for you, just like you’re always here for me.” 

You grinned, tears brimming your eyes at Namjoon’s sweet words. 

“Alright, now I really got to go. Talk to you later!” Once the call ended, you dropped your phone, contemplating how you were going to approach Jungkook. You didn’t want to wait any longer, afraid you’d lose your nerve and never confront him. Although meeting him face to face scared you, you knew it was the only way you would be able to know if Jungkook was being sincere or not. 

You took a deep breath and dialed his number, heart pounding as you listened to the call ring. 

“Hello?” Jungkook’s voice mumbled, sounding raspier than usual. 

“Hi Jungkook,” you murmured as you fiddled with your fingers. “Can you come over right now?”

Jungkook had expected you to call about what had happened today, but he definitely didn’t predict how quickly you would call. He had assumed you would wait it out a few days before calling him and getting him to explain over the phone. Instead, you had demanded he come over to your apartment. 

Peering up at the familiar building, Jungkook quickly entered your apartment building. It didn’t take long to get to your door and he stopped to prepare himself for the battle coming. He’d walk out of this apartment later with you still as his girlfriend or as an ex. One wrong move and Jungkook would lose you forever. 

He unlocked the door and entered. You were already seated in the living room and Jungkook slowly approached you. “Hey jagi, what did you need?” You flinched at the endearing name you used to yearn for. But now it felt like a sharp blow every time it spilled out of Jungkook’s mouth. 

“I wanted to give you a chance to explain what I heard this morning,” you explained, trying your best to keep your emotions locked up. You would not let Jungkook leave without answers. 

Jungkook hesitated. He knew he should come clean about everything, but he couldn’t. The truth would destroy you. You were fragile and Jungkook didn’t want to break you. As long as he didn’t see Areum anymore, he could still patch things up with you never knowing. 

“I was at Areum’s to give her back some stuff she had left at the practice room. Since I was already at BigHit that afternoon, I figured I might as well return it to her since she might need it,” Jungkook lied, keeping his voice steady and unwavering. One slip up and you’d catch on. 

You quirked an eyebrow at his explanation. While his voice had been steady, your eyes had caught on to his fingers twitching. His explanation didn’t match with what you had heard at all. 

“Jungkook, I gave you a chance to come clean with what had happened. Why are you still lying?” Jungkook’s blood turned to ice at your words. Did you already know what had happened? Had Areum talked to you about it cause she had felt guilty or wanted to brag?

“W-What do you mean?”

“Did you seriously think I would believe your lie? I heard what Areum said when I called you earlier. You didn’t go work out today, you had barely just woken up when I had called you!” you screamed, frustrated with all the lies. You were sick and tired of them and how they had destroyed your relationship with Jungkook. “Just admit it, you slept with her, didn’t you?”

Even with the tears blurring your vision, you could still faintly make out Jungkook crying. He tried to come closer to you but you backed away. You couldn’t just let this slide.

“I’m so sorry. I was just so drunk, and I know it isn’t an excuse, but I didn’t think we would…” Jungkook trailed off. “But I don’t love Areum, I love you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Jungkook, you lost me when you started lying to me,” you sobbed. “All I wanted was you, but you clearly were interested in Areum! Otherwise, this would have never happened. We would’ve still been a happy couple. You ruined us.

Jungkook knew what was coming next. He knew that the end was inevitable but he still reached out to draw you into an embrace. You stiffened, trying to pull away but Jungkook held on. 

“I know I’m an idiot. I know I shouldn’t have ever given Areum hope. I know I should’ve treated you better. I know I made a mistake, but I can make up for it. I won’t ever do it again and I’ll treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” he promised to you. You stilled, tears still sliding down your cheeks. “Just trust me, please.”

“How can I trust someone who continually betrayed my trust?” 

Jungkook released you, locking eyes with yours. He let out a loud sob at the hurt swimming in your eyes. He had ruined everything. 

“Please, just give me one more chance.” 

“I’ve given you more than enough chances, Jeon Jungkook,” you hissed. “Every time you chose the same path. Face it, Jungkook. We’re over.”

It was like Jungkook’s whole world had shattered. Everything seemed different now that you two weren’t together. As if the world was slightly tilted and dull. He had lost his other half and no amount of words could convey how much he was hurting. 

As Jungkook stumbled out of your apartment, he kept replaying the breakup over and over in his head. Each time he changed his words, seeing the scene play out and still end up with the same conclusion. He still lost you every time.

‘I’m an idiot,’ he mumbled to himself. His eyes drifted up to the gray and depressing sky. It suited his mood perfectly.  

He passed by the bakery he used to take you to. The two of you would stay there for hours, just basking in the sunlight and smell of fresh pastries. That seemed like years ago. 

He felt a sudden hatred for the bakery. All of the lovely memories of you were suddenly so bittersweet and he found himself hating it. He hated the bakery the two of you used to visit, he hated the way your eyes would twinkle when you ate, but most of all, he hated himself. He hated himself for ruining everything and destroying the love between the both of you. 

‘I should’ve treated you better.’

a/n: so school is starting and i don’t know if i’ll be able to update as often. i’ll do my best to try writing when i have time so please be patient! i will definitely do my best to continue to update