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The One Who Makes Me Laugh (Jerome Valeska x reader) Smut

Jerome sees another guy make you laugh, which cause him to show you who you belong to.

Warning: Pretty heavy smut, dom!Jerome, sub!reader, and some cursing. Also kinda shy reader. Hope you enjoy:)

Originally posted by smooshywrites

Jerome had been watching you and some guy talking and laughing at the bar. Jerome was much more than mad and jealous. It took him weeks for you to open up to him and laugh at some of his jokes. This guy took 5 minutes. Sure you looked kind of uncomfortable but you were still laughing at his jokes non the less. Then he heard it your laugh. It wasn’t your usual small and quiet giggles, it was a loud laugh. You only made that laugh for him, no one else deserved to receive that laugh except him. You noticed Jerome looking at you, so you sent him a small wave. He just smirked back at you, while you excused yourself from the conversation with the guy  and went up to him.

“Hey Jerome.” You exclaimed

“Hey y/n,” he protectively rapped a arm around your waist, and fake yawned “doll I’m pretty tired how about we go hit the hay and head home?” You replied with a nod and left the club with Jerome. Boy you were in for a surprise when you got home Jerome thought.

The minute you got home Jerome dragged you into the your shared bedroom. One you reached the bedroom Jerome opened the door and pushed you inside.

Jerome quickly pushed you onto the bed and he got on top of you. He started roughly kissing you, while grinding into you. You whimpered slightly at the contact.

“You like that baby girl?” You nodded hastily. He started nipped your neck “well I didn’t really appreciate your behavior tonight,” you looked at him confused “I didn’t like you talking to that boy tonight, I think you need a punishment and if you are a good girl than you will get what you want. Ok?” he moved his face up so he could look at your face to make sure you were ok with the idea, your eyes were closed but you nodded hastily.

Jerome walked up to the closet and grabbed a couple of ties that were hanging. He walked back to the bed and took your shirt off, then unclasped your bra. You then put your hands over your breasts to cover them, insecure of them. Jerome noticed this “Hey come on doll you don’t have to be insecure, I love em’,” Jerome took your hands off of your breasts and kissed you. “Now hands up baby.” You obeyed, so then Jerome tied each of your wrists to the head board.

He soon unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs. Soon followed by your panties which Jerome took and stuffed them in his pocket for later use. He got off the bed undressed starting with pulling his shirt over his head. Right before taking off his pants he noticed that your eyes were screwed shut overwhelmed by the pleasure you were about to experience. He found it absolutely adorable and took out his phone, snapping a quick photo he would use also for later use.

You were nervous about what was going to happen next but also really excited. You and Jerome had gotten intimate before but it was mainly sweet since Jerome knew that you were inexperienced. But you were excited to have some more fun during sex with Jerome.

“Okay baby if it get too much for you just tell me ok?” You nodded eyes still shut. Then you heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and it dropping to the floor. You finally slightly opened your eyes seeing Jerome taking his boxers off. He then walked over to the bed and got on top of you again. Starting to slowly kiss you then becoming more rough. He also began to grind on you roughly.

“I didn’t like the way that guy was making you laugh. I think you need to learn who is yours.” He whispered in your ear as he began to nibble on it. He then moved down to where you wanted him most. “Mmmm y/n your so wet for me.” He parted your lips sticking his tongue inside you, which resulted in many moans from your end. He then started sucking on your clit, making you scream his name.

“Jerome i’m-m gonn-a,” He shushed you pulling away right before you were about to climax. You lightly groaned but remained silent not wanting Jerome to get mad at you.

“Not yet doll,” He then went back down to your cunt but before he fully reached it he started kissing the inside of your thigh slowly reaching your core, resulting in you making a low whimper, but then Jerome shushed you. He then reached your core and he inserted a finger into you without warning. He then stuck another finger in you pumping fast. You tried your best to contain your moans by biting on your lip. He curled his fingers very so slightly causing his finger to brush over your g-spot. Which caused you to moan but then he pulled his finger out of you.

He moved up to your face “I told you not to speak.”

“I’m-m sorry.”

“Mmmmm let’s have a deal y/n. If you can beg good enough I will fuck you, and if you don’t I will just leave you here all hot and bothered. You got a deal sweetheart?” You nodded. Jerome began to nibble and kiss at your neck, teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“You want it baby don’t you?”

“Yes Jerome please. I need it. Jerome please.” Jerome frowned at your begging.

“Now sweetcheeks I know you can do better than that. Come on y/n talk dirty to me.” He said as he continued to tease your entrance.

“God Jerome please I need your big thick cock pounding into my tight little cunt. I want you to cum all over my fucking face. I want you to fuck me.” Jerome smirked and slightly shocked of what you said but he loved it “Please.” you said quietly after that. He released your hands from your restraints. He then quickly pounded into you causing you to rap your legs around his torso and bring your hand to his hair lightly pulling on it. “Thank you.” you lightly said.

Jerome began to grind heavily on you, making you scream his name.

“Yes baby say my name. Who’s are you y/n? Tell me.“ 

“I’m yours. I’m yours Jerome.”

“Yes y/n.” He continued to grind on you “No one is else is supposed to make you laugh except me right? Tell me y/n” You just lightly whimpered. "I said tell me y/n.“

“Your the only one who makes me laugh.” You screamed as yo almost reached your climax, “Im-m going-g to…”

“It’s ok me too baby come for me.” You reached your climax and Jerome quickly after too. He then pulled out of you and clasped next to you. He pulled you into his chest hugging you. “I’m sorry if I was rough on you sweets.” He pressed a kiss into your hair, “I just got jealous when I saw that guy was making you laugh.”

You ran your hand threw his hair. “It’s fine Jerome. Most of those laughs were fake anyway. You are the only one who makes me laugh. And don’t worry I enjoyed it.” Soon after you both feel asleep in each other loving embrace.

After you woke up the next morning you couldn’t walk for the whole day. And when Jerome saw you were struggling with walking , he just smirked to himself knowing he was the one who caused that.

Helping Hands (M)

Originally posted by pkjjm

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

✓  Genre: smut

✓  Words: 2.827

✓  Warnings: a little of voyeurism | dirty talk | Dom!Jungkook | Slight Dom!Reader.

✓  Requested: No

✓  A/N: my dirty dirty mind was working a lot this morning in physics class.

Also,I’m sorry for the ending, I could not think of a better one. But I hope you dirty minds and souls enjoy this smut.

✓  Remember: English is not my first language; if there’s any kind of errors please tell me and send me your thoughts so I can get better and better. Thanks!


צ “I interrupted your ‘alone time’,Jungkook. The least I can do is jerk you off right here”

It was a Saturday night and as always, I found myself chatting with my friends at their dorm.

Instead of playing videogames like we always do, we decided to watch a movie because we would rather relax than scream at each other the words:”YOU CHEATED”.

Jin was ordering four boxes of pizza when I noticed someone was missing.

Jeon Jungkook.

My crush. The Golden Maknae that was good at everything and even more at making my heart beat like I ran a marathon. The guy that was so out of my reach but I never lost hope. We were so alike that we could be best friends, however his shyness and my nervousness made the bond impossible.

“Where’s Jungkook?”, I asked Taehyung, that was right beside me looking at the screen of his cellphone.

He looked at me and smirked. I just rolled my eyes in response. Everyone has the same reaction every time I say his name. Everybody knew about my feelings for him but the golden boy was the only oblivious about it.

“He’s in his bedroom. He said he needed to do something really important”, he told me while looking back at his cellphone.

“Talking about him, can you go and call him, (Y/N)?”, Jin said while taking the plates and cups to put on the table.

Hesitating a little, I nodded and went upstairs to go to his bedroom but not before seeing everybody’s devilish smirks and stares, making me blush and roll my eyes at the same time.

I slowly walked in the hall and in 15 seconds I found myself staring at his room’s door. I breathed heavily and raised my fist to knock on his door but stopped midway when I heard him groan.

Confused, I frowned. 

“Is he in pain?”, I thought.

But this thought faded away when I heard a moan and my name spilling from his lips.

My mouth fell wide open and I couldn’t help but to feel aroused.

My curiosity took the best of me and I opened the door, leaving just a an ajar open. I watched him buck his hips into his hands making him gasp and groan louder.

“You’re such a good girl, (Y/N)!”, he moaned making me feel like I was close to a volcano.

“So,so good princess. Fuck!”

Maybe it was the heat that was exhaling from my body or the way he was moaning my name and imagining me there with him but I found the confident person in me and opened his door for real when he was, again, saying how much of a good little girl I was.

“Am I? I must be, I’m making you a mess and I’m not even touching you”, I said leaning against the door frame with a sly smirk while watching him cover himself with the eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“(Y-Y-YN)”, he stuttered. 

“We’re gonna start watching the movies; finish the important thing you have to do”, I said grinning.”And come join us”, I finished my sentence closing the door going back downstairs.

“Where is this confidence coming from?”

“Where’s Jungkook?”, Namjoon asked when I reappeared in the kitchen.

“He’s on his way”, I answered,  not being able to contain the sly smirk that came on my lips again.

The boys frowned in confusion but I ignored them.

Jin was putting Coke in the cups for everybody when Jungkook showed up, not even giving me a glance.

“Hey, did you finish the important thing you were doing?”, Yoongi asked.

I looked at Jungkook and saw him gulp in nervousness.

“He did”, I grinned, seeing Jungkook look at me with wide eyes.

“Does he think I’m gonna tell?”, I laughed inside my head.

“What were you doing that was so important?”, Hoseok questioned.

 “I-I”, my crush stuttered.

“He was playing Overwatch”, I lied.”And he won”, I said jumping with a grin on my face.

The boys nodded, congratulating him while going to the living room.

“Congratulations, Kookie”, I said passing my left hand on his hard chest while passing past him.

The boys took the best seat in front of the TV, leaving just a two-seats sofa free. I knew that they didn’t do that just because of they wanted the best seats, they were doing on purpose so I could be close to Jungkook.

In any other day, I’d have rolled my eyes but not today.

I smiled sitting on the couch feeling Jungkook’s presence one second after I sat.

Jungkook looked around and noticed that the only available seat was next to me.

The room fell silent while everybody was waiting for Jungkook to make a move.

Slowly, he made his way towards the small sofa, sitting beside me.

“Okay,let’s start!, Jin said,pressing the play button of the remote.

The tension in the room seemed to fade as the movie started, catching everyone’s attention.

Well, everyone except me and Jungkook.

I could see his broad shoulders get tenser and tenser when I would make a move.

Thirty minutes passed and I couldn’t pay attention to the movie as the image of Jungkook masturbating because of me took place on my mind.

I took one of the blankets piled on a table close to the sofa that Jin left just in case if we would feel cold.

I put the blanket over me and Jungkook, making him jump in surprise and look at me startled.

I giggled and got close to him, whispering in his ear.

“Relax,Jungkook”, I murmured in the sexiest voice I could make.

“My plan is only starting”, I thought with a smirk.

I looked around discreetly and saw that everybody was too into the movie to notice if something happens. And even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t see anything because the sofa’s back was totally facing them.

I started in slow motion, rubbing my legs to show I was aroused. Gently moving to make my legs touch his. I pretended to fix my hair just to brush my fingers on his ar and shoulders. In a few more attempts I saw him squirm and I knew my plan was working.

I got closer to him and put my right hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly and then grabbing his shaft, gently, through his pants, feeling it’s hardness.

“You’re so hard,Jungkookie”, I said looking at him with a smile.”Well, is no surprise since I interrupted you”, I chuckled darkly.

“Wh-wha-what are you doing?”, he asked with wide eyes, looking at me and then my hand.

“I interrupted you, Jungkook”, I repeated more firmly with a pout on my lips.”So I’m going to jerk you off right here”, I finished the sentence making him gulp.

With no warnings nor hesitation, I put my hands inside his boxers briefs, feeling his hard cock get in contact with my hand.

“Oh my God,Jungkook. You’re so big”, I said seeing in the corner of my eye his cocky smile.

But it soon disappeared when I started to move my hand up and down bis shaft, feeling how thick it is.I passed my thumb over the head of his cock, spreading out the pre cum all over the rest of his length, lubricating it.

A few minutes after, my movements started to make wet noises so I had to go a little slower, making Jungkook whine in complaints. 

“Ah”, Jungkook hissed.”Please don’t stop”

“I’d love to see you a mess,Jungkookie,but do you want them finding out?”,I said watching him bite his bottom lip.

“Let’s go upstairs”, he suggested,breathlessly, more like a command.

I nodded stopping my movements, making him whine at the loss of contact. I made a sign, indicating that he should go first.

He nodded and got up, hiding his erection with the movement of his hands in front of his crotch. 

“I’m really tired”, he faked an yawn. “I’ll go to bed”, he announced but no one really paid attention.

He made a sound with his lips while making a pout making me giggle quietly. He looked at me and smirked,winking at me before heading upstairs.

After 2 minutes, I faked an yawn too saying I was going to sleep.

“Tae, can I use your bed?”

“You can use any bed you want I guess, no one will sleep in their rooms tonight, well, except Jungkook”, he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up! Seriously you guys don’t mind?”

“Yah, we’ll pass the whole night watching movies, now go to sleep and let us watch the movie, please?”, Yoongi said stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

“Okay. Goodnight,guys!”, I said making my way upstairs.

When I was almost knocking on Jungkook’s door, it suddenly opened and then Jungkook pushed me inside.

“You took way too long”, he looked at me seriously.

“I had to make a good excuse”, I shrugged my shoulders.

Jungkook hurriedly got closer, circling my waits with his strong arms. He buried his face on my neck, giving light kisses, going up to my jawline and then my lips.

The kiss started slow but soon started to get faster and passionate. The lust between us growing and growing.

“God, I waited so long for this”, he said taking off his shirt and throwing me on his bed.

“I dream so much about you and your gorgeous body”, he told me while looking into my eyes.

“Yeah?”, I stared intensely at his eyes, taking all my strength to not look at his abs.”What do you usually dream about?”

He smirked.”You sucking me off; me eating you out; fucking you so hard that the only thing you’ll be able to say and scream is my name. I dream about making you mine and just mine”, he listed making me moan.

“Make me yours, Jungkook”, I whispered maintaining the eye contact.

He grinned taking my shirt off, throwing on the floor. My bra soon followed.

Jungkook was going directly to the point. He kissed my right boob then started to suck my nipples, sometimes surrounding the areola with his tongue. He soon followed to my other boob, giving it the same treatment.

After he was done, he gave little pecks and licks on my abdomen, tummy, belly button until he got on the hem of my jeans.

He unbuttoned my jeans and forcefully pulled them down my legs.

“Man, he really is in a hurry. I most have worked him up pretty badly,huh?”

Jungkook stopped to look at me all spread out on his bed. He licked his lips like I was some kind of meal, making me more turned on with his stare.

“Jungkook!”,I whined catching his attention.”Please,fuck me!”

He smirked.”Soon baby, I wanna taste you first”, he winked at me, pulling my panties down.

He gave both my inner thighs little pecks, soon he was in front of my dripping core.

He took some of my substance on the tip of his index finger, smirking while doing it a few times. It was like he was playing with my juices like a little boy with his truck.

“You’re so wet,baby”, he grinned.”All wet and just for me,right, princess?”

“Yes,yes,please Jungkook”, I whined.”Do something”

He grinned, soon licking a long stripe up my folds, humming with a smile on his face.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined your taste on my tongue”, he hummed once again.

With no warnings, he started to devour my pussy, making me gasp and arch my back, earning a grin from him. He latched on to my clit, sucking in forcefully. He went down, plunging his tongue inside my leaking whole, massaging my clit with his thumb, making me moan louder.

He hummed in response.

“You like that,princess?”, he asked me then licking my whole with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, Jungkook”, I moaned.”Please,keep going”

“Look at me,princess”, he commanded. I obeyed him, seeing him grin at me.

“That’s right,princess. Watch what I’m doing to you, to your tight little pussy”

With that, he plunged his two fingers inside of me, making me squeeze the sheets. His mouth came back to my clit, abusing it in the most delicious of ways.

His pace fastened and I felt that magical knot forming in my stomach. Sensing that I was close to cumming,he stopped making a whine come out of my lips.

“Don’t worry,princess. The fun is about to start”,he smirked and winked at me.

“W-wait! What about you? I want to play with you too”, I said with a pout.

He smiled and caressed my cheek.

“Other time,baby. My cock can’t wait any longer to be inside you”.

He took off his gray sweatpants and boxers, showing me perfect and toned body. My eyes traveled from his face,passing to his collarbones,chest,abs and finally his erect cock, that was dripping with pre cum,begging for attention.

While he was busy looking for a condom, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly, making him tense and moan above me.

He shooed my hand, soon after, putting the condom hurriedly. He put both of his hands on each side of my head,giving a peck on my forehead making my heart melt.He slowly looked at my eyes and silently asked for permission that was hurriedly conceded it.

The romantic aura was soon gone when he inserted his dick inside of my pussy. He hissed loudly whilst I moaned his name in a high pitched voice. He slowly set the pace, fastening minute by minute.

I clawed his back,hissing at the amount of force he was using to fuck me.

“Yeah,you like that,princess?”, he asked me breathlessly.”Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt like that?”

The amount of pleasure made impossible to answer to his dirty talk, so I just moaned instead. But Jungkook wasn’t very pleased with that.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you,princess”, he said giving me a hard slap on my right thigh, earning him a yelp from my lips.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time and you better answer,baby, or you’ll regret. Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt,huh?”

“YES! Yes,Jungkook! Oh my God,please Jungkook!”,I replied him gripping his hair locks between my fingers.

“Good girl”,he praised me,going even faster,making my whole body bounce.One of his hands went down and grabbed one of my boobs, squeezing it gently even with his rough pace.

Just when I was about to feel that knot again,he stopped and pulled out of me.

He didn’t give me time to protest as he roughly turned me around. Instinctively, I lifted my butt earning a slap from Jungkook that made me moan in delight.

“I wish I could do this all day,but I’m desperate to milk you with my cum”

He started his violent thrusts again. He put one hand on my hip and the other on my waist,keeping me steady. The only sound that could be heard was skin slapping skin and our moans, that were getting louder and louder. Surely, the boys and the whole building was aware of what we were doing however we weren’t minding it.

“Fuck,you feel so good around me,baby”

“Yeah? You like when my pussy squeezes your cock?”, I asked with a smirk, trying to look behind me, seeing him with his head thrown back.

“Oh,fuck, I like it so much,princess”,he said looking at me.”You look so beautiful on all fours for me”

A few more thrusts and the knot on my stomach was just ready to explode.

“J-Jungkook! I’m close! I-I’m going to-”

“No,you’re not allowed to cum until I say so,baby”

“But ple-”

“I said no”,he said with the most dominating and sexiest voice ever,making me whimper and nod as a good girl.

I was trying my best not to cum and at the same time I was praying that he found his release soon, if not I’m damned.

“Oh,princess! I’m so going to cum!’”, he started to let out multiples ‘ah’s’, indicating that he was indeed close to his orgasm.

“Please,Jungkook! Let me cum!”, I pleaded.

He hovered me,pressing his chest against my back. The hand that was holding my hip traveled to my clit and started massaging it making my eyes roll.

“Cum for me,princess”,he commanded and it seemed that my body only needed his words because soon after I was clenching around his member,making him cum with me.

He gave a few final thrusts and then he pulled out of me. I fell on the bed feeling too tired to move,I heard shifting around so I presumed that he was getting rid of the condom.

I soon felt his presence beside me as the bed shifted with his weight. He gently pulled the white cover over us,bringing my body close to his,making me lay on his chest.

I was already drifting off to sleep but not before feeling Jungkook’s lips on my hair.


And hearing his final command,I felt asleep with the happiest and most genuine smile on my face.

                                               ©  2017, Starwarsrin 

                                                 All rights reserved.


Warnings: daddy kink, smut

Song: power trip - j Cole

Requested! You and Ethan lied in your bed as you both watched the tv in your room quietly. You were both tangled in the bed sheets as the movie baby driver flashed on the screen in front of you. You both had watched this movie before but it didn’t take away the fact that it was an amazing movie. You were both laying next to each other, a bowl on popcorn separated you two. You and Ethan had been friends since you were young but after you guys grew up, you both kind of agreed on being friends, but with benefits. You could both still hang out, but you both could still have fun in bed, no strings attached. At least that’s what you both thought.
Ethan’s hand came between you two as he moved the bowl of popcorn,
“You know, I’m getting kinda tired of this movie.” He slid his hand up your thigh, “maybe we could do something else a bit more entertaining?” He smirked as he gave you a look. He lightly flipped on top of you, grinding down as he brought you into a rough kiss. You kissed back with the same amount of roughness, neediness, passion. You tongues danced together as everything went by way too fast, just like every other time you and Ethan did something sexual together. He was always so needy and you couldn’t blame him, you were too. But something just didn’t feel the same anymore. You felt like every time you hung out, you fell more and more for his deep brown eyes. You moaned as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck, coming back to reality.
“E-Ethan.” You stuttered as he hummed against your neck. He continued his movements as you cocked your head back, giving him more access to your neck. He slowly sucked on your collar bone as he paused to lift your shirt over your head. He massaged your left breast with his left hand through your black bra as his right hand reached behind you to unclasp it. His soft hands slowly slid your straps off your shoulders, discarding your bra as he hungrily attacked your right nipple, making you gasp. His soft hands roamed your body as he bit and flicked your nipple with his tongue. It hardened under his touch as you felt his painful hard on against your leg through his now tight jeans. Your hands reached down, tugging at his shirt until he reached up and took it off quickly, revealing his toned chest that pressed against your stomach. He switched nipples as you moaned quietly, watching him work lightly to pleasure you. Your nails raked up his muscular back lightly as he sucked on your nipple. Ethan groaned into your skin as he trailed wet kisses down your stomach, keeping his eyes on yours. His deep brown eyes were hooded and filled with lust, his neediness was radiating off his body as his large hands pulled your shorts and panties down with one tug.
“Ethan!” You moaned unexpectedly as his tongue dived into your core. He rested your thighs over his shoulders as he moved his tongue against your walls. You gripped at his thick hair, feeling him moan against your entrance.
“You taste so good baby girl.” Ethan praised as he licked a stripe up your core to pay attention to your throbbing clit. He wrapped his plump lips around your clit and sucked lightly as he poked his middle finger at your entrance. He slowly slid it in as he immediately rubbed the pad on his finger against your g-spot making your hips buck. He looked up at you with a smirk, god, he was so cocky when it came to knowing how to pleasure you. You gripped the bed sheets as he returned his warm mouth to your clit, slowly adding another finger as he pumped them in and out of you. His biceps flexed, the veins in his arms protruding as he pleasured you. He rubbed your g-spot with the pads of his fingers as you clenched around him tightly.
“Don’t stop, Ethan!” You moaned, pulling at his hair. You felt Ethan smirk against your clit as he sucked harshly, wiggling his fingers deeply inside you. You began to convulse around his fingers as he prodded at your g-spot over and over.
“Oh my gosh, E.” you moaned as he flicked his tongue across your swollen clit repeatedly. You bucked your hips in hope for more as Ethan pumped his middle and ring finger in and out of you at an inhuman pace. You clenched around his fingers, pulling at his hair as you lifted your hips off the bed, grinding into his face. He hummed on your clit as his eyes gazed up to meet yours. Your head flew back against the pillows as you moaned, his fingers curling inside you. Ethan slowed his pace as he eventually discarded his fingers from you. You whined at the loss of contact, you were so close. Ethan licked up your slit, collected your juices. He hummed in satisfaction as he slowly came up to hover above you,
“Suck baby.” He demanded, shoving his fingers in your mouth. You obliged and sucked roughly on his fingers as he watched you, his mouth hung open. A deep groan emitted his mouth as you swirled your tongue around his fingers. He hummed, “I would love to feel your mouth around my cock but I can’t wait any longer.” Ethan groaned, flipping off the bed as he discarded his tight jeans and boxers, his cock stood hard and red. You slowly crawled to the end of the bed as you lapped up the pre cum that dripped from the tip. Ethan’s cock twitched as you slowly wrapped your mouth around the tip, taking him all the way. Ethan’s eyes bored into yours as his mouth hung open, his breathing uneven as you got his cock ready for you. Ethan laced his fingers through your hair as he took you off his cock, laying you down.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Ethan spoke deeply as he hovered over you, rubbing his cock over your clit. You moaned lightly, impatience took over as he rubbed his cock against your slit. Ethan’s teeth clenched as he entered himself inside you slowly. You moaned as you immediately clenched around him from pleasure. Ethan moaned deeply as he began thrusting deeply into you. The sheets were tangled underneath you two as the sunset lit the room. The television was now in the back of your mind as Ethan fucked you roughly. His hips bucked into yours, causing the bed to creak with every thrust as you clawed at the bed sheets. Your thighs clapped together as he moaned,
“You’re always so tight, y/n. Holy shit.” Ethan groaned through gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper inside you.
“Fuck me harder, daddy.” You moaned as Ethan got taken aback by the name.
“H-how’d you know?” Ethan suddenly stilled. You smirked,
“We’re best friends, we know everything about each other.” Ethan’s eyes darkened as he began thrusting faster inside of you,
“You have no idea what you got yourself into.” Ethan growled as he pushed you farther on the bed so he was able to kneel at the end. His hips snapped into yours roughly as he pinned your hands above your head. You moaned loudly as Ethan grunted with every thrust,
“What’s my name?” Ethan smirked.
“Daddy!” You screamed as he thrusted deeper with every moan. Ethan groaned loudly as his hips rolled into yours, sweat forming on his forehead and chest. His body glistened as his hands quickly moved to your hips. He lifted your hips up slightly as he continued his hard thrusts deep inside you. You screamed unexpectedly as he found your g-spot. He hung his head back, moaning as you clenched around him. His biceps flexed harshly as he pounded into you. He slowly leaned over you as he began sucking roughly on your neck. Your hands flew to his muscular back as you clawed at him. Ethan moaned in your ear, reaching a hand down to toy with your clit.
“You gonna cum for daddy?” Ethan edged you on as you moaned louder. “You gonna cum all over my hard cock?”
“Yes daddy!” You moaned loudly as you bucked your hips into his. Your thighs began to shake around his as he quickly grabbed the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider for him. You cursed loudly as he thrusted deeper inside you, his hips slapping the back of your thighs. You moaned uncontrollably as Ethan fucked you into next week.
“Come on baby girl, I know you’re close.” Ethan groaned as he rubbed your clit with his thumb roughly. You began convulsing around his hard cock, clenching tightly as he groaned. He hit your g-spot over and over as your legs began shaking.
“I’m gonna cum daddy!” You screamed, clenching around him as hard as you could, cumming around his cock. Your hips lifted off the bed as he kept rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly, clawing at the sheets beneath you. Your hips began to stutter from over sensitivity as Ethan pulled out, jerking himself off. You quickly got on your knees as you swatted his hand away and began bobbing your head up and down on his cock, sucking roughly. Ethan began moaning louder as he grabbed your hair and started fucking your mouth. His hips thrusted roughly into your mouth as he chased his high. You ran your tongue across the underside of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” His abs clenched as his cock twitched in your mouth. You made eye contact with him as he threw his head back and moaned loudly, cumming deep in your throat. You swallowed every last drop as you kept sucking and hollowing your cheeks. His hips bucked sensitively as you let off his cock, lightly sucking the tip before letting him go.
“You’re so good to me.” Ethan groaned, going to the edge of the bed to toss you your clothes and get his. You forced a smile as you thought back about how you guys were just friends. You got dressed as you lied back in bed as Ethan joined you.
“Y/n.” Ethan got your attention as he lied beside you. You looked over at him and raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘what?’.
“I’ve just been thinking…” he trailed off, “this is going to sound so stupid.” He covered his face.
“Ethan, it’s okay. It’s not like we just met yesterday.” You reassured him as you rubbed his shoulder.
“Okay you’re right.” He sighed. “I just-” he took a deep breath. “I like you, like, more than friends with benefits. I want to be able to call you mine.” Ethan let out in one breath as he studied your face for any sign of disagreement.
“Ethan, I feel the same way.” You smiled, turning to face him.
“Really?” Ethan’s face lit up as a smile grew on his face.
“Yes, really! You goof.” You lightly slapped him as he pulled you in for a small hug. He held you there in his arms for a few minutes before pulling away.
“Can I kiss you?” Ethan asked nervously. You giggled at his sudden shyness.
“Ethan it’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”
“I know but like, it’s different now. We’re dating now.” He smiled shyly as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. You could get used to this.


Bad porn

KJ Apa x reader

Summary; It’s movie night with the cast that you’re living with while filming and a bad sex scene gets you frustrated but luckily, KJ’s there to help you

Warnings; It’s overly smutty as promised! (but not as dark as I wanted) kinda public, masturbating, toys, fisting, anal, rough KJ and as usual, cursing

A/N; Request by my giiiiirl @allibear01 💕 I loooooved the idea for this one and I hope I lived up to your expectations 😘 ps, if anyone’s still wondering, yes, I’m a kinky bastard and I get many ideas straight from porn 😂 (there are people who watch porn and people who lie about not watching it)

Tonight was movie night with the whole cast. You had all moved into a big house in Vancouver as you were filming Riverdale and everything was just easier by doing so.

You were currently seated on the big and comfy couch with Lili, Madelaine, KJ and Charles. A few armchairs were taken by Camila and Casey as Cole was spreaded on the floor on top of a ‘pillow bed’.

The pick of the night was some scary movie and even when you loved horror, you still covered the screen when a scary part was on. Everyone knew about your silly manner and you were just waiting for the teasing to start.

The movie began as everyone had settled down and the lights were turned off. About 15 minutes into the movie, Charles decided to speak up from next to you.

“Might wanna cover your eyes now Y/N, something might come and get you!”, he yelled the last part as he grabbed your arm and you jumped a little. Everyone let out a small chuckle but continued to focus on the movie. Soon enough, an actual scary part was on and you unknowingly grabbed a hold of KJ’s bicep, who was sitting on your other side. The moment you got scared, you dug your nails into his skin, making him hiss in pain but no one heard as they got scared too.

“Damn Y/N, save the scratching to the bed”, he said quietly enough for only you to hear. You whipped your head from the screen to see KJ smirking at you as you removed your hands from his warm skin. The blush on your cheeks was fortunately covered by the darkness of the room and you didn’t say anything as you paid attention to the movie again. You couldn’t deny that KJ wasn’t attractive but you were too good friends to ruin it. Right?

About a half an hour passed and you had started to slid down on the couch into a comfy, slouching position with your legs over Charles’ lap and your head resting on KJ’s stomach. The screen started to show some bad sex scene and suddenly you felt too aware of the boy’s bodies touching yours. KJ’s hand had slid down to rest on your hip, partly on your ass as you were on your side. Your legs were basically over Charles’ crotch. The scene was reminding you of your sexual frustration as it had been a while since you had sex, so you pressed your thighs together to suppress your urges. The scene turned into a full wild, bdsm sex and now you were really feeling the wetness between your legs. Feeling worried about someone finding out, you slowly started to get into a sitting position to prepare to excuse yourself to leave. KJ didn’t remove his hand but instead, he snaked it around your waist to cup your crotch.

“Getting excited, are we?”, he smirked as Charles heard and gave your ass a small spank.

“Is little Y/N into kinky sex?”, Charles teased and you looked around to see if everyone was staring at you. But thankfully, no one did. The boy’s behavior was normal and they were always making sexual comments and acts towards everyone but never had KJ been so bold towards you.

“Shut up you guys. I’m just tired, I’m gonna go to bed”, you quickly said and tried to escape to your room.

“Hey Y/N, would you please make some more popcorn?”, Lili asked as she saw you getting up and you sighed in defeat.

“Of course”, you faked a smile and walked to the kitchen that was behind the couch. It was all one big room, only a tall counter separating the spaces.

“I’ll help!”, KJ voice yelled and you felt a little nervous suddenly. You took the popcorn out and placed it on the counter as you felt KJ coming to stand behind you. His breath was tingling on your neck before he whispered in your ear.

“I know why you really wanted to leave”, he said and you felt a little embarrassed.

“What do you mean?”, you played dumb.

“I saw how that scene was effecting you”, he continued and you just shook your head.

“No need to deny it Y/N”, he said as he grabbed your hips and you pushed your ass back just a bit to feel his erection.

“I think you’re the one that’s feeling something, not me”, you teased as you kept looking forward at the movie, making sure no one was watching you.

“Is that so? Then what’s this?”, he whispered and shoved his right hand into your loose pajama shorts, making contact with your wet pussy since you weren’t wearing any underwear. You gasped a little when he pulled two fingers from your entrance to your clit and started to rub.

“I felt your wetness through your shorts on the couch so no need to lie, baby”, he cooed into your ear and you had to bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping your mouth. You didn’t even think about pulling away from his touch as it felt too good, no matter how shocked you were from his actions.

“Is the popcorn ready?”, Lili shouted and you came back to reality and pulled away from KJ, not wanting to get busted by anyone.

“KJ’s making it! I’m heading to bed!”, you quickly told everyone and sprinted to your room.

Falling back to your bed, you took a deep breath and removed your wet shorts, spread your legs and pressed your index and middle finger against your clit and started to do circles. You immediately relaxed and fell into the bliss of your own fingers, imagining they were KJ’s. Small moans fell from your mouth as you pushed three fingers inside and stretched yourself for a moment before pulling your loyal friend from your nightstand drawer. A big black dildo. It wasn’t that long but it sure was thick as hell. You rubbed it against your pussy, making it wet to push it in more easily but then something horrible happened.

“I didn’t know you were into this kinda thing but I could’ve helped you with that”, you heard KJ’s voice and immediately threw the dildo under the blanket and tried to cover yourself.

“KJ! What the fuck! Get out!”, you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to find out about this. KJ only smirked as he looked at you and closed the door behind him.

“I don’t think you really want me to”, he said seductively and started to approach you. Pulling the covers over your lower body, your cheeks turned red as you tried to imagine this wasn’t happening.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes so, why don’t you open your legs again and show me that delicious pussy that I’m about to destroy”, he said and your heart skipped a beat. You were too horny to deny him so you did as he told and laid back, with your pussy fully exposed to him. His dirty words were making you wetter than before and you didn’t even think about what was actually happening as it felt like a dream.

“You want me to fuck you?”, he simply asked.

“Yes”, you moaned when two of his fingers were pushed inside you. Another one was added but you needed more.

“Please”, you whined at him as he smirked.

“You want more?”, he questioned and you would’ve rolled your eyes at him if he wasn’t making you feel this good. The fourth finger was added and now your moans were getting louder, but not loud enough to alert the others.

“Think you can take my fist, baby?”, he asked and you rapidly nodded. You had a fisting kink. That was kinda obvious. Your pussy wasn’t loose but you just felt amazed about how much it could expand so you were up to trying anything.

KJ put his hand into a ducks beak position and started to push in. Your dripping wet pussy making it easy to slip in but it got a little harder around his knuckles. He pulled back and forth a few times before his hand finally slipped in and you gasped.

“So good Y/N. Damn, that’s so fucking hot”, KJ praised you and you bucked your hips to signal him to start moving his hand. He fucked you with his hand for a moment, stretching you.

“Ready for the fist?”, he asked and you nodded, a little nervous now. You felt him moving around inside you and the he started to pull out. It hurt but there was more pleasure than pain. His hand finally slipped out and your mouth hang a little open when you saw his hand in a fist.

“Shit, babe. I’m gonna fist you now”, KJ said as he started to push back in. The thought of his big fist inside you made your head spin and the fact that it was actually happening, you felt like your were in heaven.

“Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore!”, he said after a few minutes of fisting. He pulled out and flipped you over, making you get on all fours as he pulled his pants off.

You eagerly waited for him to enter you but when his fist was back at your entrance, you looked back and saw that it was not him, it was your dildo. He pushed it in before you could say anything and then you felt him rub his cock at your asshole.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet”, he told you as you obeyed. He grabbed your hips and pushed in. You tried to keep quiet but couldn’t stop the moan that escaped and it earned you a spank on you ass.

“If you don’t keep quiet, I’m not gonna fuck you”, he said and you shut your mouth and nodded. Satisfied with your silence, he started to pound into you with force and you knew you were about to cum.

“Don’t cum before me”, KJ said as if he read your mind but how could you control it? It felt too good. Not even a minute passed and you came. You hoped he didn’t notice but suddenly the dildo was out and you were pulled up by your hair and thrown on the floor.

“Told you not to cum”, he said with a scary voice and pulled you up on your knees as he grabbed your hair and shoved his cock right down your throat. You gagged but it only caused him to push deeper and tears started to flow from your eyes. You choked on him but at the same time, you loved it. KJ was being dominant and that’s exactly how you liked it. He started to fuck your mouth and after a minute or so, he pulled out and released on your face, making the cum drip from your cheeks onto your tiny top. And that’s when the door opened.

There Charles was. Standing with his mouth open, looking at you on your knees as KJ’s cock was in your face and he was still gripping your hair. No one moved as if time had frozen. You had no idea what to do. Clearly, it was obvious what had happened and he had seen enough.

“Shit. I just watched some lame porn on the tv when I could’ve been here watching some live action?”, Charles chuckled but you and KJ stayed silent.

“Next time Y/N, I’m joining you”, Charles winked before he left.

You still didn’t move but only looked at KJ with horror, knowing how everyone was gonna find out about you two.

“Well, shit”, KJ chuckled a little. You both cleaned up and got dressed before going back to the living room, neither of you saying a word. Maybe it was better to talk about everything later.

You dreaded to see everyone but no one seemed to pay any attention to you as you sat on the couch with KJ as he threw his arm around you and pulled you close. You felt a little surprised at it but your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Cole’s voice.

“Hey Y/N?”, he questioned casually. Maybe Charles had kept his mouth shut?

“Yeah?”, you turned to look at him on the floor. He smirked at you before speaking.

“You got a little cum on your cheek”.



ahem, anyway… 

Originally posted by neotechs

  • Imagine Yuta being that total asshole cocky kid that goes to your college 
  • don’t tell me I know thats the complete opposite of him okay
  • anyway, one day during the 3 hour break you have between your classes
  • you’re like sitting down in the courtyard
  • studying, being a gOOD CHILD 
  • and Winwin walks up to you like the little squish he is 
  • and he’s like “hey (Y/n), I brought a friend with me if you don’t mind” 
  • and you’re all smiles because “any friend of Sicheng’s is a friend of mine” 
  • lol hunnyyyy mistake   
  • Yuta plops down in across from you - adjacent from Winwin 
  • and you’re like “Hi, I’m (Y/n), I’m a (insert major) major. Nice to meet you,” and you’re all polite and everything 
  • and you lean over to Sicheng and you’re like “Is he always like this?” 
  • and the poor beb doesn’t know what’s wrong with his friend today. 
  • and he explains that he’s not normally like that,,, 
  • so being the nice person you are, you brush it off and assume he’s having a bad day 
  • and skip to another day you guys meet 
  • your friend is like a dance major or something 
  • and she always talks about Yuta and how he’s hot and a great dancer and actor and singer 
  • and just a great performer overall 
  • and one day while you’re strolling through the performing arts section of the uni
  • you see Yuta 
  • and he’s like dancing to this song 
  • and suddenly it’s very cliche in here you find yourself watching him from outside the door
  • he dances so gracefully and it’s honestly extremely pleasing to the eye 
  • and then the music stops and he turns around and for some reason 
  • you just duck, as if you were spying on him in secret
  • well technically you were spying on him, but you didn’t mean to do it in secret
  • it just happened
  • you were ducked on the lower non-glass part of the door 
  • and you thought you were good 
  • so you start crawling away for some reason 
  • and he comes out of the practice room and he’s like 
  • “uh…. (Y/n)? Why are you crawling on the floor?” 
  • and your face goes red as you stand back up and dust your clothes off and you’re like 
  • “why are you standing?” and as soon as you say it, you regret it 
  • And he’s like “because we normally stand on the floor, not crawl.” 
  • and you’re still embarrassed so you’re like “so why don’t you stand in the practice room and let me crawl out here!” 
  • and he just laughs harder and the further this conversation goes the more stupid you look 
  • when he’s done laughing, he looks at you and says “I saw you watching me dance from the mirror, so I wanted to invite you in.” 
  • and you go even more red (if thats even possible)
  • he steps out from underneath the door frame and goes to grab your hand
  • your obvious redness telling him that you’d probably enjoy the company seeming like you didn’t have anything to do anyway 
  • pulling you inside the room he gives a smile more of a smirk as he walks towards the radio
  • “You wanna dance with me?” He’d ask
  • “oh no I don-”
  • “Come on it’ll be fun! Loosen up a bit.” 
  • and without another word, he just pulls you over to the middle of the room 
  • and teaches you some moves 
  • and it’s honestly so tiring, yet so fun 
  • after an hour or so, you guys are both extremely tired 
  • and you’re leaning against the mirror 
  • and he looks over at your tired self and smiles as you give a smile back
  • “Stop staring,” you warn
  • “How could I stop staring at something so beautiful?”

Originally posted by nctinfo

‘’Don’t get any wild ideas.’’

A/N: My first ever Au! I just love this idea and I can’t help but run with it, please give me some feedback (Good or Bad) to keep me motivated and hopefully get back to love writing as I did. I really hope you like this!! Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bartender Au / You’re not sure what started it but one thing is for sure, Bucky Barnes is a person you can’t stand and he’s not particularly happy with you either. What do you do when your feelings towards your annoying coworker during the preparation for your best friends’ wedding suddenly shift to a different direction, leaving you terrified.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, mention of cigarettes

Word count: 1417

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

It was a relatively quiet hour at your work, a refreshing change from the usual busy atmosphere. Your heart was beating to the sound of music, the air smelling of alcohol and cigarettes while you mixed another drink behind the neon lid bar. It was a saturday night and you knew that soon the place would be crawling with people in search of more drinks, and other ways to put the seriousness of their lives on hold for a few moves on the dance floor. 

‘’Someone’s in a good mood tonight.’’ Your sister in life, your best friend, Natasha remarked as she scooted past you in the narrow bar in search of a bottle of whiskey. You swayed your body in line with the music, giving her a flirtatious smile in response, which she only returned with a giggle before returning back to her station. A couple of hours passed and soon the place was packed, heading into the dark night. 

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jeon as your bf;
  • memes
  • cute nerd relationship tbh
  • but memes forever and always
  • video games
  • like during a lazy day off
  • you’d wake up and go sit on the couch
  • and play
  • and when you’d be tired of playing
  • there would be a short pause before you look at each other 
  • “okay just one more”
  • not much pda
  • because he’s a shy guy
  • but when he’d feel someone watching you intensely or being too close
  • he’d protectively hold your hand and bring you closer 
  • and you would look at him with a smirk
  • “you jealous kook ?”
  • and he’d just ignore you and smile as if nothing was wrong
  • okay so first of all when you’d sleep together
  • he’d be most likely shirtless with just some sweatpants on
  • and you would wear his t shirt
  • just because its comfy and smells good and everything
  • sometimes there will be pillowtalks
  • but most of the time he would just hold your hand and you’d both fall asleep soon after
  • when you can’t sleep or had a rough day he would sing or hum you something sweet and soothing to relax you
  • and damn right that would work just fine
  • he would most likely always wake up before you so
  • he would time to time take his time to look at your at peace/asleep form and smile to himself
  • and then a little peck on the forehead before going out and getting ready
  • he would so use nicknames
  • baby
  • love
  • sweetheart
  • his fave skinship would probably be back hugs, or hand holding
  • because it’s cute
  • IN BED
  • at the opposite of all the fics where he appears like a wild boy
  • I personally think it would most of the time be something really sweet and gentle with a lot of feelings and I love you’s
  • he’d be a sleeper tbh like right after he would put some boxers or a sweatpants and take you in his arms before falling asleep
  •  he’d so make you a special playlist
  • with all the songs that makes him think of you
  • his lockscreen would be a cute pic of the both of you holding hands or smth like this
  • and whenever you’d be around him he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling
  • which is one of tthe reason he would be teased by his hyungs
  • “Aigoooo Jungkookie is so in looooove~”
  • and he would just blush and bit his lip while smiling
  • because it’s true
  • he’’d be so in love with you
  • to conclude and kinda resume all this
  • jeon jungkook would be a cute ass boyfriend who would love you with all of is heart
  • even tho he ain’t the best to express his feelings, he would make you understand how much you mean to him
  • and he would do everything to make the relationship last even tho he’s always busy and traveling and stuff
  • because he would truly deeply love you

Admin K

You’re mine, aren’t you?

Request:  Could u write an extremely dirty smut for carl. He’s like really jealous and hot and shows u that ur his and not rons or benjamins and when it’s over he holds u and calls u really really cute nicknames and is like your MY BABY no one else’s??oh and ours u fit a little bit of dirty talk in there😏😢😘thnx luv u and your writing

a/n: This is set around the time when they arrived I guess. When Ron was alive lol.  Oh and this is probably shit but I’m letting you know the next fic is bite me (Part 2) but for now enjoy this xo

Warnings: Smut, think there’s use of bad language but that was one time.

Maggie decided to throw a party of the Alexadrians. She wants everyone to get to know each other better and she thought it would help everyone become closer. Of course you were going. You were going to help Maggie and to see everyone. You look at yourself in the mirror and chuck your hair up into a pony tail before feeling arms snake around your waist and a pair of lips on your neck.

“Do we really have to go?” Carl whispers against your skin. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his touch and you sigh before turning around to face him and lacing your fingers in his hair. You place your lips upon his but he deepens it by placing his hands on your face and pushing you up against the wall. His tongue enters your mouth but you place you hands on his chest. He stops and you are both left breathing harshly.

“Yes. We really have to go, now get ready.” You say and quickly kiss him before heading downstairs.

You, Carl, Rick, Judith and Michonne walk through the door and everyone starts to mingle. Carl helps with food and you spot Ron and walk over to him. When he spots you he immediantly embraces you and invites you to sit with him.

“Hey (Y/n), how’ve you been?” He sits next to you and you guys get to talking. You talk about everything and you really enjoy yourself until he asks a question that makes you tense up. “So how come you came here with Carl Grimes?” You swallow hard. You and Carl haven’t told anyone that you’re in a relationship and you know thst Ron has a crush on you and you didn’t know how to react. You look up to see Carl talking to Spencer, or spencer talking to Carl, and Carl is looking at you both with raised eyebrows.

“Well, me and Carl are kind of a couple now I guess.” You sigh. You and Carl have been best friends since it all started really. As you both grew you sort of understood more about how things worked and sharing a room at the prison you both stayed at sort of led to things. Rick found out of course but it never really occured to you both to tell anyone.

“Wow, really, that’s great!” You nod at him and he continues. “So how long has this been going on for?”

“A while, nobody really knows about it though.” You answer him back and he nods. As you look over you realise Carl still has an intense gaze on you both.

“Why isn’t Enid here?” You ask and Ron shrugs.

“She’s probably in her room reading some comic.” Ron just smiles and you laugh a little and then you both talk some more before you feel a firm grip on your arm. You look up to see Carl looking down at you and he looks like he’s mad at you. He leans down so that his lips are close to your ear.

“We’re leaving.” He pulls you up but when you try to say goodbye to Ron he pulls you faster so that you’re not able to. You both go to leave but you hear the sound of Rick calling out to you both and asking you where you’re going. You’d also like to know the answer to that. “We’re going home dad, we’re tired.” Carl answers back and you look back at Rick to see a slight smirk on his face and befre you know it you are being dragged along again. As you guys walk home Carl still has his grip on you but he’s walking really fast.

“Okay, stop!” You shout as you pull your arm away from his grip and you are both stood in the middle of the street. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Me?” He looks at you and a smirk grows on his face. “Were you purposfully trying to turn me on like that?” You furrow your brows as you smile a little and cross your arms over your chest?

“And how did I do that exactly?” Carl raises an eyebrow and then walks closer to you.

“I never had to put up with it before.” He takes another step closer to you, “Because it’s never really been an issue.” another step, “But seeing you talk to other boys makes me realise that I need to show you, ” He takes one last step and now you can feel the heat radiating off of him, “That you. are. mine.” He says before placing his hands on your hips and kissing you shortly but roughly. He grabs hold of your hand again and you’re off. When you finally reach the house, waisting no time, Carl is dragging you up the stairs and into his room. His hands fly to your shirt and he lifts it over your head and your hands move to unbuckle his belt.

He picks you up slightly and moves you to the bed, lying you down and then his hands move to your jeans. He pulls them down quickly along with your underwear so that you’re left in nothing but a bra. He kisses your lips before moving down your body and then to your neck, then your collarbones, the vally of your breasts, then slowly down your stomach, and when he reaches your pussy and lays a soft kiss.

“You’re mine arent you?” He looks at you and you furrow your brows, surprised by his question.  You don’t even get to answer before his tongue delves inside of you and your back is arching away from the bed. He keeps going, his tongue flicking against your clit over and over and your moans fill the room. His tongue creates patterns against your clit which has you unravaling beneath him.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love to watch you cum?” He smiles up at you before climbing up your body to connect his lips with yours again. You moan against them before pushing him down onto the bed so that you are above him. You move down his body and pull on his trousers and boxers. You take them off and throw them somewhere behind you and then you move to his length. You take a hold of him and pump a few times. He was already hard and had pre-cum leaking from the tip. You take your thumb and spread it, using it as a lubricant. You look up at him and smirk for a couple of seconds, teasing him.

“(Y/n) baby!” He warns, his eyebrows raising as he tilts his head. You pump a few more times before taking your tongue and licking a stripe up the underside of his cock.

“Fuck” Is all you hear from above you as he throws his head back and it hits the pillows as you bob your head on his cock. His hips start thrust upward as an instinct and you gag a little before Carl’s hands reach for you hair to move it out the way. He tugs slightly, moving your head along his cock. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder. You know it drives him mad. Anyone would know by the sound of his moans which vibrated off of the walls. You keep bobbing your head and you feel his legs go a little stiff before he pulls on your hair gently to bring you up to him.

He quickly flips you over so that your back is on the bed and he’s on top of you. He grabs a condom out of the draw and rolls it on fast, wasting no time. He looks down at you before positioning himself at your entrance and thrusting, a moan following the thrust and you gasp as you try to adjust to the feeling and he lowers his head to your neck.

“The best feeling in the world.” He pants out as his lips touch your neck. “Nothing will ever beat the feel or taste of you.” He smirks against your skins as you whimper.

“C-carl.” You make a feeble attempt to moan out his name but all that escapes your lips is a whisper of his name.

“You’re mine aren’t you?” He asks you but you are so lost in all the pleasure that you only nod.

“I need words baby.” He thrusts, over and over, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel Carl’s breath against your neck. You revel in it. The feeling of Carl sliding in and out of you, your high approching. The feel of his breath, hot as it fans over your neck.

“Yes. Yes Carl I’m yours. No one else’s.” Carl’s head snaps up from your neck and he looks you in the eye before resting his forehead on yours.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He whispers. He continues to slam his hips against yours and he delivers one particularly deep thrust which sends you over the edge and the feel of you cumming around Carl has him cumming too. His body goes limp against yours, both of you hot and breathing like you’ve just ran a marathon. He slips out of you and disposes of the condom before crawling next to you and turning you so that your back is to his front. He laces his hands with yours and places a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’re mine! You know that right?” He says and you nod slowly, feeling your eyes flutter as you drift off. “I love you, so much.” You turn within Carl’s arms to face him and you place a hand on his cheek.

“I love you too Carl. And only you. I don’t even remotely like Ron. It’s you. Always you.” You sigh out and Carl’s eyes shut, as if that’s all he waned to hear from you. All that he’s been waiting for.

Death of a Bachelor (Part 1)

Tony x reader

 You are the last person Tony Stark would think he would see again, and you happen to come back into his life when he needs you most. Thing is; is it good timing for you? What happens when he finds out about one of your deepest, darkest secrets?


Warnings: Mmmm a little depression? I mean this one is from Tony’s view so yes, you’re gonna get the feels.

A/N: So this is finally happening after me saying it would for a while now. Sorry I’ve been quiet!! <3 Please tell me what you think of this, as it’s my first time writing from first person like this from a character!!

This fic is a mix of a request from @inkhearted-23, and is named and takes lyrics from Panic! At The Disco’s song: Death of a Bachelor. (Lyrics are randomly placed to fit the timeline of the fic)

 Word Count: ~1200

Originally posted by dailymcugifs


Do I look lonely?

I see the shadows on my face.

People have told me, I don’t look the same.

I can hear my party going on beneath my feet, the music choice of the night being Steve and Bucky’s. Might as well have their moment, I guess. I’m a generous guy, after all.. Though I still don’t trust Barnes as far as I can throw him. I don’t know if I ever will.

Looking at myself in the mirror used to be something I loved to do, because let’s face it; I’m a handsome guy. What once was a charming smirk and a devilish look in my eye has now worn down to a tired frown and a depressive mask staring right back at me. Makes my damn stomach churn, this face looking back at me.

Still, gotta put on a show, right? Gotta change the mask and not let anyone know exactly how bad it is. Straighten your tie… no fuck it, take it off and leave the top two unbuttoned. Hair a mess? Eh, it looks good, why not. Not enough alcohol in my system yet, but that’ll soon be fixed with the gathering downstairs. Being around friends again should make me feel better…. Right?

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Summary: You’re an old acquaintance of Barry Allen and The Flash’s enemy, but when you’re together you’re way more than that. You’re struggling with your evilness and Barry wants to help. Will you let him?

Requested by Anonymous: The reader is a metahuman and she meets The Flash and beats him up but he ends up falling in love with them and the reader is really someone he knows.

Requested by Anonymous: The reader is a villain and she and The Flash have history and they flirt with each other and make out whenever they meet.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 1967

A/N: My hand slipped and I went to a smutty side! It’s the first time I write something like this so is not too good. What do you think? I hope you enjoy it, let me know if you’d like more stories like this :) 

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The Day After Tomorrow

Summary:  A weather catastrophe sends Sam and Dean out on a rescue mission.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex

Word Count:  1348

Warnings: fluff, slightly annoyed Dean

A/N:  This is for @supernatural-jackles SPN Birthday Challenge My prompt was the film “The Day After Tomorrow” and I wondered what Sam and Dean would do in a naturally occurring weather catastrophe.  This ended up going in a totally different direction than I originally planned.  I blame the Wayward Sisters announcement.  I hope you like it Jen!  Happy Birthday!

And thank you to the always lovely and wonderful MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for checking it over!

Originally posted by canonspngifs


“Babe, I still don’t like you going off to Jody’s alone.”  Dean looks up at you as you enter the library.

“Dean, I’ll be fine,” you say, dropping your bag at his feet.  “Besides, I need a girl’s night.  I’ve been spending too much time here with you and Sam.  It’s testosterone overload.”

“Call me as soon as you get there.”  He stands scooping up your bag.

“I will,” you say over your shoulder as you lead the way to the garage.

“Don’t text and drive.”

“I won’t.”

“Make sure you check the tires when you stop for gas.  Which will be often since the Jeep gets terrible gas mileage,” he says, stepping in line with you.

“Pot,” you sass.  “Indy is worth the extra gas.”

“Baby is too, but she’s all essentials.  Indy’s full of useless crap, not to mention those ridiculous tires.  Your mileage would be so much better if you got rid of all that.”

“Excuse me?  Indy is not full of useless crap.”

“When will you ever need a winch?”

“You never know… And those tires never get stuck.  I can’t believe you’d talk about Indy like that, he’s a good Jeep.”  You bump his hip with yours as you enter the garage.

“Well, just be careful and no talking to strangers.”  He stops next to your Jeep.

You stop too, giving him a hard look.  “Seriously?  You do realize I can take care of myself, right?”

He laughs.

“Just making sure you’re paying attention.  Gotta make sure my girl stays safe.”  He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.  “I only have one of you.”  His lips capture yours and you can’t help sighing into this kiss.  This man was made to kiss, among other things.

You finally break away, “Ok, I gotta go.”

“Y/N,” he hesitates.

You look up into his peridot eyes and it seems like he’s holding something back.

“Tell Jody I said hi.”

“I will.  Bye, Dean.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

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07. Call Me Kookie - Jeon JungKook Fanficiton

AN*  So I ran across this “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 7th in a series of oneshots(links to others listed below). I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s,  

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by roselstra

Call Me Kookie

Prompt: We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?! (Why did I get tingly???????)

Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Reader *Bonus Epilogue by Yoongi* 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut-lite,

Word Count: 5.4K

Why the hell did you have to be here!? Jeon JungKook sat on the couch, trying to focus on the game.  It wasn’t working. 

“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath as he died… again.

“Geez man, what’s gotten into you?  I never beat you…”  Jimin said laughing.  JungKook didn’t answer, and simply waited for his character to respawn.  Out of the corner of his eye he had seen you sitting at the dining table with NamJoon, playing a card game… and laughing… and touching his arm.  JungKook turned back to the T.V., his tongue pressing into his cheek.

This was supposed to be a guys’ night…  Then you and your friend had shown up…  He didn’t even know your friend’s name… 

He didn’t care…

Where was your friend anyway?  Oh wait… Hobi had disappeared too….  Damn it. JungKook pursed his lips and tried to focus as his character returned and he started playing with Jimin again.  He wasn’t going to lose this time. 

He was getting into the game now… really concentrating.  He’d gotten in a few good shots and was about to attack when he heard your laugh.  It practically sparkled across his vision and his heart stopped. 

And so did the game. 

“I’m on a roll tonight!” Jimin said laughing and hitting JungKook’s leg from where he sat on the floor, back to the couch.  JungKook looked down at Jimin, hoping to come across as though he didn’t care. The smirk on Jimin’s face told him he hadn’t succeeded.

“He’s preoccupied…” Yoongi said in a low voice from his perch on the loveseat. JungKook glared at him, but Yoongi just smirked and raised an eyebrow.  JungKook looked back down at Jimin. 

“Nice one,” he said, trying to be a good sport.  He hated being a good sport.  He hated losing.  And why was he losing!?  He glanced over at you again, sitting with NamJoon, deep in conversation.  Apparently you had abandoned the card game.  You were both smiling and NamJoon reached up to wipe something, probably non-existent, off your face.  He tossed the controller onto the floor and looked back at Jimin, whose head was just turning back from watching you and Joonie as well.  Damn it. 

“Maybe we should play something else?” Jimin said, a smirk on his face.  He knew. The little bastard knew!  Well, JungKook wasn’t going to admit to anything.

“That would be my suggestion,” Yoongi interjected.  “I’m getting bored…” 

“Whatever,” JungKook agreed.

“Your mind doesn’t seem to be on the game, JungKook…” Jimin nudged his knee again. “Anything I or…” he nodded in your direction, “…can help you with?”  He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.  Holding back his anger, JungKook rolled his eyes and sank back against the couch. 

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idol// sehun

(n.) a person or thing that is greatly admired, loved, or revered.

Originally posted by royalyeol

pairing: sehun x reader

genre: hella angst, hella fluff

words: 10k+

summary: you were never good at describing things. but sehun was like a manual, except his manual was in a different language and half the pieces were missing.

A/N: YO GUYS SHOW SOME LUV FOR THIS FIC XO p.s. if this fic sounds familiar its because i deleted it and reuploaded on a new account :) QUICK DISCLAIMER: very brief mentioning of suicide and all opinions made are not my own so yeah, enjoy :)

The smell of congestion and late-night fumes proved an ironically refreshing change from the suffocating warmth left behind the glass doors.

A deafening sound of mainstream music had now been reduced to a soothing muffle and it was only when you leaned against the balcony railing that you could finally breathe, without being offered a drink every three minutes.

You love the city. Despite the constant honking from taxi drivers who overcharge, and the soaring buildings that hold white collar workers running on empty fuel and energy drinks, it was always enough to drum up a fascination of how your thoughts sizzle out, leaving nothing but quiet in a midst of chaos and carbon fumes.

It was a calming change from your current situation. A dull ache made worse from a stupid kid kicking your seat on the plane from New York made it all the more desirable to crawl into bed and forget about this stupid party. Or what Yeona would call ‘a party of opportunities’.

Business was never your speciality. Even if it was embellished with Korean idols sporting elegant clothing amongst overpriced drinks, mingling with the elite like it was merely second nature. You didn’t know how Yeona did it.

You also didn’t know how they did it. Because it was easy to miss the glimpse of sleep-deprived eyes made more prominent under certain lighting, the enrapturing smile of an idol enough to fool anyone into thinking they were the symbol of modern day perfection. It hadn’t taken you long to realise that the finer details mattered, and that it was easy to miss something seemingly unimportant.

“I heard that 1 in 5 people commit suicide by jumping.“

You jolt slightly, whipping your head towards the noise that disrupted the constant audio of nocturnal rush hour. Hawaiian print is the first thing you’re welcomed with, or more so unwelcomed with because the clash of colours is too much, too vibrant, too happy for a guy whose opening lines were about suicide.

“Excuse me?“ Your mind is unable to catch up with the quick change of situation but it strikes a comical streak because the strangers lips turn upwards, amused at the phased expression you were involuntarily sporting.

“It’s just a fact. I’m not insinuating that you’re suicidal or anything. I mean, if you are then that fact was completely uncalled for and I apologise.”

A hint of discomfort is present towards the end of his sentence as he makes his way over, seeming hesitant in case you reached out and slapped him for making assumptions about a stranger.

“I’m not suicidal.” You shoot back, half weary and half confused at the fact that you were speaking to someone who could’ve been a psychopath that snuck past security. Maybe it wasn’t smart leaving Yeona’s side.

“That’s always good to hear.” He nods, his eyes scanning the people below whom were probably too drunk on nightlife to focus on the beauty of Seoul.

Envy tugs at you slightly, the silence floating between you and the stranger makes the idea of joining the people below more appealing, knowing they were free to grab a cab home, roam any area of the city they wished or head into a concession store to buy blisters because you’re sure that your feet are begging you to do the same.

You are both silent for several moments.

“So, I’m guessing you’re not a fan of parties?” He asks, and it was then that you were able to get a good look at the strangers face, hoping your eyes didn’t linger for too long before turning towards the view again.

A few layers of concealer combined with the sharp eyeliner slashed across his eyes aided the steady progression into what appeared to be a young girls fantasy. Finer details really did matter.

“You guessed correctly.” You mumble, still hesitant towards him because the scenario is too strange, too random. Sehun nods and continues.

”What’s your name?” he asks, rubbing his eye and somehow managing not to disturb the display of eyeliner.

“Why do you want to know?” You question, remembering your mother’s warnings about modern day kidnapping and ‘stranger danger’.

You can hear her voice in your head and it makes you fight back a smile.

He grins amusingly, his head dropping slightly at the defensive display. “Has anyone told you you’re really conversational?”

It didn’t take a genius to sense the underlying sarcasm but you thought it best to just click your tongue and answer his question. A conversation never killed anybody, anyway.


“Where are you from, Y/N?” He continued.

It’s strange hearing a stranger say your name the first time, the way it rolls of their tongue in a way that’s different to any other saying your name. You wonder what his name is.

“Is this 21 questions? Jesus, do I not look Korean to you?” His invasive persona irks you, maybe it was because the silence you were revelling in had now been disturbed by a boy too bold for his own good. Either way, Sehun is still expecting an answer.

”You have an accent and I’m curious.” He responds simply, resting his chin on his propped-up hand.

“America. I got here yesterday.”

“Did your parents disown you?” Genuine curiosity laces his voice and the idea of your parents disowning you makes you laugh in a morbid, pathological kind of way. Come to think of it, you hadn’t called them yet. You’d do that later.

“Not that I know of. I’m here visiting a friend. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”

He hums. “Your Korean’s good.”


“A little broken though.”

A scoff escapes your lips and you shake your head at the turn of events. Less than two minutes ago, you were complaining about that stupid kid on the plane and now here you were, having your Korean critiqued on by a man whose shirt was brighter than the interior chandeliers you’d fought to get away from.

“Yep. Okay. Probably should’ve seen that one coming. So whose decision was the hair colour. Yours or your managers?” You start, already knowing that the vibrant orange was a visual concept drafted by his management, a daring statement likely to draw up both hungry fans and press, each eager to witness his next move- if he even knew what the ‘next move’ was.

Two nights in Seoul teaches you a lot of things.

“How’d you guess?” His eyes narrow, humoured at the fact that you had been able to read him like a manual, except his manual was in a different language and some of the pieces were missing.

“Not everyone wears Hawaiian print in late autumn. And you look too young to be a manager so it was a lucky guess.” You shrug, watching him pull out a white stick from a box of cigarettes he’d dug out from his pocket.

You wonder what smoking tastes like, what the fascination is and whether Sehun’s allowed to be doing that. It isn’t something you see an idol doing in the pictures, anyway.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. So, do you know who I am?” He asks, no element of knowingness in a voice that many would die to hear.


And it was true. You didn’t know who he was, but something told you ought to have because it isn’t every day idols are told to sport what looks like a shirt belonging to a pensioner enjoying his remaining years in the coastal breeze whilst he sips on a fruit smoothie.

“You really are a fake Korean.” he laughs, inhaling a deep drag before breathing out white smoke which blends into the night air that was only slightly polluted.

“Let’s hope that changes then.” You say, not missing his lingering stare on the groups of people below who could laugh as loud as they wanted, be as crazy as they wanted because the city would never judge them, never narrow their eyes and tell them to collect themselves. Up here is a different story.

The muffled laughter from indoors is now louder, reminding you both of what was waiting behind the doors and it seems to awaken something in the man because he clears his throat and stands straighter, the cigarette that had only once touched his lips once now being flicked off the balcony.

“Well it was nice talking to you Y/N. Oh, and you should get some plasters. You look like you can barely stand.” He finishes with a small smirk, bowing slightly before brushing past you and making his way towards the doors that separated another world. A noisy world.


The orange haired guy turns on his heels just before pulling the door open, the music still a muffle.

“Did you know one cigarette takes away 11 minutes from your life?” You call. The motive behind blurting out that fact was unknown, but the flash of his thin fingers and tired eyes makes you question what it was that made him seek comfort in something that was slowly killing him.

“Really?” he glances at his watch before continuing.

“Well these 11 minutes have been pretty enjoyable for me so thank you for the memories, Y/N.” He finishes, bowing his head before turning again.

“So you’re not gonna tell me your name?” You question at last, a small part of you offended either at the lack of information he’d revealed about himself or the fact that he’d cut the encounter short, you weren’t sure. 

Either way, the autumn coldness is more prominent now and the thought of going back inside is becoming all the more appealing.

He smiles.

“It’s Sehun. But you probably would’ve googled that.” He remarks, a small wave being thrown your way before he slips through the doors and disappears as quickly as he’d appeared. The doors swallow him whole, yanking him back into a world laced with idolism and allure.

Now alone with only your thoughts and about a thousand other pedestrians below who had no clue that some of the biggest names in the industry were right above their heads, you were left to think.

”See you Sehun.”

Oh sehun is a force of nature. Whilst many 15-year olds dream of getting video games for their birthday, Sehun was being groomed for stardom at a time where his body was still changing and his voice had the tendency to crack. But all this had washed over by the time he’d reached 23 and the world of desire and sexuality had become a norm he was taught to upkeep. Through his music and overall aesthetic, Sehun has become an emblem of youth and a symbol of fantasy that young girls can dote on between classes and study periods.

But Sehun is a fleeting trend. Sehun knows that he is a brand with an expiry date, ready to be thrown out with the rest once he turns 30 because the signs of aging can no longer be covered by concealer or eyeliner. Sehun knows that his stint is merely temporary, that when the clothing racks are wheeled out and the cameras stop rolling, all that will be left is Oh Sehun, an unloved boy whose tired of being used.

Sehun is like a puzzle, except everyone was stealing the pieces and leaving nothing but an empty slate. An empty, unsolvable slate.

 You couldn’t pinpoint how long it had been since you arrived in Seoul, but the relentless calls from your parents whom fussed over whether you were eating properly was enough to suggest it had been a while.

What held you here was also something you couldn’t pinpoint. Perhaps it was the spirit, perhaps it was an essence of home that America didn’t offer. Either way, your love is growing with every sunrise; something which is currently being blocked by Yeona.

“Do you do anything apart from work and sleep?” She questions, the hand on her hip making her resemble that of a motherly figure. Maybe she is a motherly figure. Although she’s a year younger, there is something in her character that possesses a nurturing instinct, a concept you are sometimes grateful for because Seoul is an intimidating place and it doesn’t take much for someone to get lost within the labyrinth they call a city.

“I know if you don’t leave now, you’re gonna be late for work.” You remark, feeling slightly sorry for your friend who always seems to be in a rush, something a lot of people are in these days.

“Enough of the sass, girl. I have enough of that at work.” And a small laugh bubbles up at the thought of Yeona bossing about young trainees, already drunk on the idea of fame.

The TV is currently stationed on a random music channel, the faces of up-and-coming youngsters adorning the screen in eccentric hairstyles that they probably don’t even like. ‘It will fit the brand’ was something they were probably telling themselves, reciting it in the mirror every day because if they said it enough times, maybe they would start to believe it.

It was the flash of orange that awakens your attention, and you turn your eyes back to the screen only to see Sehun standing there with a lazy smile as an interviewer asks him about what rituals he carries out when on tour.

“Oh Sehun. How I’d love to have his bank account right now.” Yeona wonders, leaning against the couch and slipping on her shoes but you are too focused on his response to acknowledge Yeona’s presence.

“You know him?” You ask, a little too quickly. Your eyes are still on the TV.

It’s strange seeing him through a screen. He doesn’t appear uncomfortable at the fact that the microphone is a little too close to his mouth, or the fact that the woman is asking him about what he does in his personal time.

He seems fine, completely undisturbed.

“We had a meeting with him last week. Though he seemed much more interested in what was going on outside the conference room.” Her eyes are still on the TV but the thought of him appearing bored in a business meeting makes the corners of your lips turn up slightly.

“What’s with the interest?” she asks, having a sixth sense for whenever there’s something more to a fleeting question.

“Just met him at that party you took me to a couple months ago. He seemed cool.” You explain, hoping to keep it as brief as possible.

“Ah.” She starts. “Well I have a promotion gathering next week. BigHit, I believe. You should come.”

”I have work on that-”

“That wasn’t a request.” She finishes, standing up and walking towards the door, the clicking of her heels followed by a quick ‘goodbye’ soon falling to silence after the door shuts. The room is now quiet despite the sound of a new song that was said to be a ‘chart topper’, making it difficult to process the fact that you could possibly Sehun again.

Maybe you could ask him what he’s been up to. Maybe you could ask if he still wears hawaiian print. Maybe he wouldn’t even fucking remember you.

You throw the remote onto the coffee table and crawl back into bed because it’s too early and too cold to start worrying.

“At least look like you’re having a good time.”

An overwhelming aroma of champagne mixed with Givenchy cologne was enough to make you stiffen in discomfort. You begrudgingly listen to Yeona’s advice and plaster on a smile more artificial than the decorative flowers, fingers fiddling with a wine glass that has been placed in your hands because everyone seems to know their purpose, and all you seem to know is that the decor costs more than your yearly salary.

It hadn’t taken long for Yeona to get pulled aside by various partners, leaving you with no option but to weave through the mingling crowds, careful not to bump into anyone in fears that you might disrupt their carefully constructed ensembles.

It was easier said than done, mostly because you’re a fresh face and any source of new meat is enough to arise interest; in a place where the only cameras idols must live up to are the eyes of intrigued managers or CEO personals on the hunt for the next best thing.

No orange can be seen amidst the crowd and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t sigh at the thought of Sehun not being here tonight. Probably getting bloated on nicotine.

“What about nicotine?“

You tend to think out loud.

“Jesu-Sehun? Do you always sneak up on people like that?” You scold, your mind once again running to keep up with Sehun’s presence that popped up at the times you least expected.

“Sometimes. If I’m bored. How are you?” He asks, his orange hair has grown and it brushes against his forehead more. He looks younger but the glass of bourbon in his hands says otherwise.

The only thing different about him is the suit h’s wearing, the sheer material exuding a form of elegance which compliments his surroundings and makes you realise that the price tag costs more than your half of the monthly rent.

But the chandeliers do catch something. His smile is forced, his back is no longer slouched but more upright and he doesn’t rub his eyes for fears of smudging his makeup. 

The colour of his hair has also faded.

So maybe he is different.

”I should be asking you that. You look like you’ve been busy.”

What you really want to say lies somewhere between ‘you look fucking tired’ and ‘when was the last time you slept?’. But it’s too direct, too personal. And that’s the thing with unspoken words, they disappear without any evidence of them being even a thought.

“Do I? Well I’ve started taking Yoga lessons. Maybe that’s it.” He guesses, and in that moment, you smile slightly because the image of Sehun in tight leggings, surrounded by young mothers seeking a break from their domesticated home lives makes you chuckle inside.

“Isn’t Yoga supposed to relax you?” You question, tasting the irony.

“Is it? Maybe Yoga’s not my thing then. So, are you here by yourself?” 

And it’s when Sehun says that that you realise he has a habit of changing subjects quickly. But then again, Sehun’s whole life is probably quick. Quick and complicated.

“With a friend. She works for a label, and don’t ask for the name because there’s too many to remember.” You explain, and he smiles because Sehun himself struggles to remember all the names, and when he meets people he doesn’t know, he laughs and just goes with it because that’s what Sehun’s been taught to do.

Just go with it.

“So you’re a plus one?” he asks.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” You reply. Is it a bad thing?

“It will be after the fifth time at one of these things. They get boring after a while.”

“You seem to be hanging on alright.” You comment.

He waits a moment before replying.

“We all have a boost.” He says, gesturing to the glass which makes the cubes of ice clink against each other. You frown slightly, because boosts should be in the form of a nap, or a smoothie. Maybe even an energy drink. Not a glass of brown liquid that burns your throat as it slides down.

“I didn’t know you were a bourbon guy.”

“Trust me. I didn’t either until tonight.” He laughs harshly and takes a gulp, knocking his head back slightly and you can imagine the warm sensation in his stomach that bourbon tends to have on people with a sweet tooth.

“So don’t you thin-”

His speech is cut short when another male taps him on the shoulder, and it’s as if the noises return to a normal level because what was once a world of ‘you’ and ‘me’ is now a world of ‘you, me and a hundred other people’.

The male mumbles something about a guest wanting to meet him before pulling Sehun away and into the crowd, his head constantly turning to look at you in case you disappear.

A soft laugh escapes at how he bumps into people; an apologetic look on his face. So you simply wave in understanding, catching the small grin on his face before he vanishes entirely, leaving you with no proof of his presence except the unfinished bourbon on the table.

Empty glasses of champagne are beginning to pile up and idols are making plans over future dinners and collaborations that will only ever be plans. Chaperones are being called and paparazzi are likely anticipating a quick snap of their favourites as they jump into black tinted cars where they’re free to rub their eyes and pull of the jewellery that is nothing but suffocating.

You swallow the last sip of your drink, wondering where Sehun has gone. Yeona is discussing the latest advancements of sound management but you zone out because you don’t know anything about the topic, so you excuse yourself and edge your way through suede jackets until you find a door that leads out onto a balcony.

The midnight skyline reminds you of the wallpapers on the library computers you used when you were younger although the smell of traffic and distant police sirens add to the authenticity of the view, but you take a deep breath and tut because you don’t have a jacket and your dress is too thin to protect you from the approaching winter cold.

“Y/N! Did you know the bar has every brand of alcohol ever made?”

Suit now dishevelled, the slight slur in Sehun’s voice is enough to suggest the obvious and the glass of brown liquor between his trembling fingers leaves little room for guessing.

”Sehun? Have you been out here the whole time” You call, taking long steps towards Sehun who is resting against a fire escape, the nub of cigarette between his finger dangerously close to burning his pale skin that was likely drenched from the freezing cold.

“Maybe I have. I like it here. The temperature makes it hard to think.” He utters, pumping his stomach full of tobacco with every brief drag; the sound of his short splutter making you wonder if his stomach could scream out, beg him to stop before it was too late.

You yank the cigarette out of his hand and step on it, the orange flame sizzling out just like Sehun’s willingness to even breathe.

“Why’d you do that for?”

You wonder how Sehun feels now, whether he chooses to stand on a balcony because it makes him feel detached from everything. Or whether it gives him a sense of control in a life where even his breakfast is decided for him.

Maybe he just likes the view, or the smell of pollution.

“How are you getting home?” You ask, ignoring his questions. Sehun rubs his eyes.

“I’m not going. I’m gonna live on this balcony forever with my flask so people like you can’t annoy me.” He retorts, taking a hasty sip of alcohol as demonstration. You sigh.

In Sehun’s head it would be a dream to live here. Away from everyone even though loneliness is what Sehun hated most.

“Get up. I’m driving you.” You announce, knowing that your conscience wouldn’t let you walk away after imaginary news stories pop into your head. Idol discovered dead in car crash.

Oh Sehun dies at age 23, fans are grief stricken.

“No. I’m an adult, I can make my own way home.”

You blink quickly.

“Take help when it’s given to you, Sehun. Now come on, you’ll catch a cold.” And you help him up, ignoring his protest because he’s too weak to even pull away, so Sehun allows himself to be guided down the stairs because he knows he will attract attention that would bite him in the ass tomorrow morning.

“You’re warm.” He slurs, his foot almost slipping against the metal stairs that’s slick with rain because Seoul never understood the memo about nice weather.

“And you’re freezing. Have you never heard of hypothermia?” You complain, shocked at his lack of care but then again, he didn’t seem like the type to care about a lot of things.

Sehun looks at you and grins. “You’re funny when you’re annoyed.”

“I’m glad I amuse you.” You mutter, relieved when you dump Sehun into the passenger seat of your car with a groan.

It was only when you were on the street and approaching 40 miles per hour that you feel a burning stare on you. You turn on the radio and clear your throat.

Sehun quickly turns his attention towards the building structures that watch, but don’t say. It was too quiet to say anything.

It took precisely 4 times for Sehun to coherently mumble out his address, inbetween the attempts are spent trying to keep Sehun awake because he’s too heavy to carry even though the diet plan keeps his body mass relatively normal.

“Glass pisses me off.” He mumbles, and its only when your eyes land on his house that you see what he’s talking about.

His house isn’t a home. A home is supposed to be warm, welcoming, safe. Although nothing short of wealthy, Sehun’s house was anything but a home, and the only thing that’s safe is the security cameras adorning every corner.

It isn’t long before you’re at his door and nudging him for the keys. “Come on Sehun, your managers will probably kill me if I leave you on the doorstep.”

“Fuck my managers. I’m gonna fire them all anyway.” He brags, leaning his head against the cold door because it’s the only thing that soothes his pounding head that will only grow worse by morning.

“Yep. Fuck them. Where are your keys Sehun?” You repeat, the only think you care about in that moment is putting him into bed so you can get into yours and rest your aching muscles after this strange night.

It doesn’t take long for Sehun to hand you the keys that has a small mickey mouse keyring attached. Despite circumstances, you smile a little before guiding Sehun through the halls, the only thing that stops you from getting lost is the small whines and gestures Sehun makes when reaching a specific door or hallway.

Sehun’s room is just as simple as the rest of the house. Palettes of neutral greys and blacks combined with a glass interior makes you wonder how Sehun sleeps in a room that feels, and looks, so cold.

But Sehun doesn’t have an issue because as soon as you lay him down onto the mattress, he’s practically half asleep. You slowly pull of his shoes and hope that your movements don’t wake him, but the small voice that emerges makes your eyes close. Sehun is a difficult drunk.

“Why are you here, Y/N?”

A sudden spark of intrigue holds nothing but curiosity for your act of kindness as you tuck his figure under the expensive sheets. This is what his girlfriend should be doing for him, not a random person he met at a party. Does he even have a girlfriend? There are no pictures to suggest so but then again, Sehun doesn’t look like the sentimental type.

An irrational thought about whether you’re the first girl to enter this room is swatted away, because that’s a personal thought and nothing between you and Sehun is personal. It’s public. Nothing secret.

There was nothing secret about why you drove him home when you hardly knew him. There was nothing secret about you wanting to make sure he was okay. Anyone would do the same so to answer his question of ‘why you were here’, you simply respond with a “Who else is gonna keep you out of trouble?”

Sehun thinks for a minute before speaking.

“I need to smoke.” He states, and pulls himself up but if it isn’t for you pushing him back against the pillow, Sehun would’ve gone outside and smoked another five cigarettes like they were m&ms, maybe ten if he was really in the mood. But you were there. So he needed to settle.

He’d smoke tomorrow.

“But I can’t sleep with all this shit on my face.” He mumbles, pointing to the makeup that is now half rubbed off, aiding the whole ‘wasted’ concept. Maybe this will make a good feature for next month’s Vogue edition.

Sehun mumbles something about his manager ‘killing him’ if his skin acts up and you don’t miss the hint of panic in his voice. There always seems to be something to worry about and seeing him spent on the bed with no energy to show, you wonder how he’ll function tomorrow. If he’ll function.

You reach for some baby wipes that have been left on the bedside table and gently push him down onto the mattress, brushing some of the hair away from his forehead but making sure your touch was quick and mechanical. Nothing lingering.

“Let me do it.” You murmur, pulling out a baby wipe and inching slightly closer so you can reach his face. A quick nod and a closing of the eyes is all that was needed before the cold material touches Sehun’s cheek.

His skin is smooth but you don’t dwell on it because dwelling means staying in the moment, and Sehun didn’t stay in the moment.

He was constantly moving, constantly trying to hide days of restless sleep and brutal rehearsal with concealer that is lifted with one swipe. Whether he likes it or not, Sehun is always two steps ahead yet his lungs are screaming for him to stop, take a break, drink some water. Relax.

“You do it nicely.” He hums, his body stilled under your touch and if it isn’t for the small noises of appreciation, you would’ve thought he’d fallen asleep.

But it isn’t as easy as that, because when the eyeliner is wiped away, you see him in his natural state. You see what he looks like when he wakes up in the morning and the only word that comes to your mind, despite the fiery orange hair, is gentle.

”You look pretty without makeup.”

Sehun is surprised but he won’t remember this in the morning, and maybe its best that way.

“Are you lying?” He whispers, keen not to disturb the silence because then maybe everything might stay exactly as it is. But the sun will rise soon and in place will come a new day, without her.

You frown slightly at Sehun, scrunching the wipe up and pulling the covers over his form. “I don’t lie, Sehun.”

Nothing more needs to be said and as quickly as you’d arrived, you stand up and go to the door. But Sehun calls your name quietly to which you turn around and wonder what’s on his mind.

“Thank you.”

You realise now that this might be the last time you see him, and that’s a weird thought. But you shake away the confusion with the fact that he’ll probably wake up and not remember any of this. So you smile lightly and wave.

“You’re welcome, Sehun. Get some sleep.”

You don’t know if he replies because you’re too busy scurrying down the dark corridors that are still foreign to you, and its only when you leave the house and slide into the comfort of your own car that you release a large breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding.


Sehun doesn’t know he ended up in bed that next morning. All he knows is that his head’s pounding and his phone has not stopped ringing for the past 5 minutes. He can already hear his manager scolding him for leaving the party abruptly last night but that’s not a priority right now. Because when he finds himself bending over the toilet seat and vomiting up what he couldn’t even remember eating, that’s when he feels disgusted with himself.

Or maybe it was just the smell of vomit-induced vodka that sticks to his sweaty skin.

Regardless, Sehun pukes until his throat is tired and the migraine returns. Speaking of migraines, Sehun sighs when he leans his head against the tiled walls, the cool plaque soothing his warm head. Warm. He remembers warmth. Hands? Flashes of last night return and he remembers a pair of warm hands.

Y/N’s warm hands.

Did she bring him home? Sehun looks in the mirror and sees a make-up free Sehun staring back at him. Y/N had brought him home. Y/N had put him in bed and saved him from embarrassing himself. She had seen everything and the thought makes Sehun retch once again.

But months pass and his drunk episode hasn’t surfaced in the media, almost as if it had never happened. Y/N hasn’t told anyone, and he doesn’t know how to feel about that.

If it wasn’t for that text message, you probably would’ve never met Sehun again.

If it wasn’t for that text message, you probably would’ve lived out the rest of your days in Seoul wondering whether he still sported orange hair or wore eccentric print.

Yet, the vibration that wakes you up at an ungodly hour in the morning has other plans.

[4:45AM] unknown: Is this Y/N?

[4:47AM] unknown: If not then this is very awkward

Somewhere between drowsiness and confusion lay your brain, a muddled web of thoughts that were pulled away from their slumber too quickly because now the bright light is beginning to irritate your sensitive eyes.

[4:48AM] you: who’s asking?

[4:48AM] unknown: the guy who likes to embarrass himself when he’s drunk

Oh my god.

It’s a wonder you manage to type out a message in the time you do after trying your best to silence your thoughts and type something that made grammatical sense.

[4:48AM] you: we’ve all been there don’t worry

[4:49AM] sehun: so you’re not gonna ask how i got your number?

[4:50AM] sehun: what if i was a stalker who just wanted to lure you in?

[4:50AM] you: i’m pretty much lured

[4:51AM] you: so how did you get my number?

[4:51AM] sehun: i found your friend and she gave it to me :)


[4:52] you: wow you really are a stalker

[4:52] you: so is there any reason you woke me up at 5 in the morning?

[4:52] sehun: shit did i wake you?

[4:52] you: no, i’m just texting in my sleep.

[4:53] sehun: sorry, i forgot about the time difference

[4:53] sehun: i’m in mexico for a show

[4:54] you: it’s okay. how’s it going?

[4:54] sehun: i’m homesick and it’s too hot.

[4:54] you: well that’s a little negative

[4:55] you: wanna talk?

[4:55] sehun: no no no i’ve prepared what i’m gonna say

[4:57] sehun: just wanted to say thank you

[4:57] sehun: for making sure i didn’t die that night

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at a memory that was over four months old, wondering what made him remember.

[4:59] you: what’s with the sudden thought?

A few minutes pass and you wonder what’s taking Sehun so long. Maybe he regrets texting you and is hitting himself with regret because now he has to endure a conversation he shouldn’t have even dug up. Your worries dissolve when the phone vibrates again.

[5:04] sehun: i don’t know

[5:05] sehun: can a guy not say thank you?

[5:05] sehun: you didn’t need to do any of that for me

You imagine Sehun getting all defensive when he’s put under a pressure and you smile at the thought. Your fingers start typing.

[5:05] you: i know sehun

[5:06] you: i wanted to

Several moments pass and the wait is gruelling. Like you’re having a pregnancy test. Not that you’ve ever had one before, but that’s what you imagine it to feel like.

[5:06] sehun: well i appreciate that

[5:08] sehun: so are you going with Yeona to the Mama’s?

You briefly remember Yeona mentioning it but you were probably too focused on a word trivia or the back of a cereal box to remember the details.

[5:08] you: probably

[5:09] sehun: will i see you there?

The corners of your lips twitch upwards because you find it hard to imagine Sehun asking this in real life, or sober in general.

[5:10] you: probably

[5:11] sehun: ok don’t sound too enthusiastic its cool

You laugh. It interrupts the silence so you quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

[5:11] you: will i see you there?

[5:11] sehun: do you wanna see me?

You let go of your phone and ponder for a moment. Maybe it’s the early hour that’s making you more volatile, or perhaps it’s the fact that he’s not in the room so you feel like you can say anything and nothing at the same time.

Regardless, it’s a weird feeling.

[5:11] you: maybe

[5:12] Sehun: good. i wanna see you too.

[5:12] you: good. i need to sleep now. you should too.

[5:13] Sehun: its 3 in the afternoon.

[5:13] you: take a nap then. goodnight. and wear sun cream.

[5:13] Sehun: will do, night Y/N

Your phone doesn’t vibrate again and your emotions are mixed. But that doesn’t stop you staring at the ceiling and fighting back a stupid smile because then you’ll definitely look like you like him, and that’s not the case. That’s not the case at all.

So you clear your throat and close your eyes, naive in thinking that sleep would ‘consume’ you because you lie there for what feels like 2 hours, annoyed at how things are never clear with him. Annoyed at how the sun is rising even though you aren’t ready for the obstacles of the day to hit you.

And annoyed at the fact that you hope Sehun will text you again.

Hope is a miraculous thing. Though draining to maintain, the constant wish of hoping that something happens and it actually becoming a reality is one of the most satisfying things life can offer.

Almost as satisfying as goodnight texts which Sehun has a strange fascination with. Every night, Sehun will ask what you’re doing, what you did that day, whether you’ve eaten. And though its near enough the same response every time, he still asks. You don’t know how you feel about that, though you don’t fight it.

In fact, you like it when Sehun texts you the small, mindless things.

Maybe it makes you feel like you know more about him, or maybe it’s just refreshing to see Sehun take an interest in someone that hates buses and trams because they’re confusing and busy.

Your guess is as good as anyone else’s.

Late October rain patters against the billboards which uses strategic colouring to advertise a new product that’s supposedly lifesaving, but was in actual fact an abuse to the visual senses. You wonder if many people died in road accidents because they were too distracted by billboards.

It isn’t long before the Mama’s begin and Yeona is tapping away on her phone, an issue backstage that had made its way onto the social sphere and you could only imagine the flustered stylists who search for extra safety pins as the idols panic about how there was only ten minutes remaining before the show aired.

“So how’s things with Sehun? Have you spoken to him?” She asks, meaning it to be a fleeting question but it leaves you stumped.

“Good. He’s a good friend.” And that was all your brain could muster up.

A good friend.

Sehun steps off stage with another award that means nothing to him. It’s a reflection of the label’s hard work, not his. He’s immediately greeted by stylists who quickly try to retouch the powder that has melted off under the intense light, strangers who pat him on the back and promise him a dinner because its ‘their treat’ and also his manager, whose likely to go home tonight and share the news with his wife and kids whom Sehun has never met because that would be unprofessional. And Sehun was always professional.

So he smiles and agrees.

‘Dinner sounds great.’

‘I couldn’t have done it without you.’

‘An interview? You have to speak to my manager about that.’

It was the usual routine, like sifting through mail. Except the mail spoke back and asked him about what he’s planning to do after the award show. To which he responds with lies. Lies as smooth as his hair that has now been dyed back to black, a last-minute change from his stylist.

He can’t remember lying to Y/N about anything. Speaking of Y/N, where is she?

Sehun had won an award. He’d also dyed his hair black.

You wonder if he still gets nervous, making speeches that is. Hell, you were nervous even sitting there because everyone was sitting straight and smiling, whereas you spent the majority of the show shielding your eyes from the strobe lighting that probably looks great on TV, but gave you a headache in real life.

But the lights have now been unplugged by underpaid technicians, and idols are beginning to disperse because the afterparty is what they’re really looking forward to. You wonder if Sehun is going to an after party. You haven’t seen him yet and you want to congratulate him- for not messing up his speech, that is.

Your phone seems to have heard your request because it vibrates in your clammy hand.

[10:45] sehun: where are you i can’t see you

[10:45] you: aren’t you supposed to be mingling

[10:46] sehun: i wanna mingle with you

Your heart jumps a little but you continue.

[10:47] you: did you forget the cameras?

[10:48] sehun: i’ll find you later

[10:48] you: okay boss

Yeona doesn’t miss the small interaction with your phone, but she doesn’t say anything which you’re grateful for because it was too short to mean anything.

It doesn’t mean anything.

So when the arena empties, Yeona guides you backstage, where sweaty idols are bouncing on the balls of their feet because they’re too wrapped up in adrenaline to focus on their manager reading out the schedule for next week’s tour.

You wonder if its ‘later’ yet because the crowds seem to decrease with every high heel that’s been kicked off and swapped for comfy vans.

Its only when you’re regretting wearing the shoes you did because now your feet will hurt for a week that you hear your name being called. Yeona smiles and pretends to busy herself with a passing stylist.

And its only when your pulled into Sehun’s arms that you realise what’s happening. It’s an odd fit, but it feels familiar. He smells familiar too, a certain cologne that you don’t know the name of but inhale anyway.

You also realise that this is the first time you’ve hugged, and the thought makes you chuckle because Sehun looks untouchable but he feels warm, safe.

The irony.

“Congratulations. I’m pretty sure I heard panties dropping in the crowd when you won.” You add, your voice no longer muffled once you’re both standing in front of each other because it’s dangerous to linger when others are watching.

Your fingers are fidgeting and you don’t know whether it’s just the sheer excitement of not having seen Sehun in a while or the post-show adrenaline that might be contagious.

Either way, you’ve missed Sehun.

Luckily, Sehun doesn’t notice because he just laughs and rubs his eye. He has a habit of doing that.

You know, its weird hearing your sarcasm in real life. Don’t lose it, it’s funny.” He says. “So, how did I do?”

“Your Japanese greeting was a little broken.” You tease, referencing the time where he critiqued your Korean on that balcony that’s now just a distant memory.

Sehun seems to have realised too because his eyes widen and he laughs. “Okay, maybe I deserved that one. It’s gotten better though.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back a smile that Sehun has a tendency of bringing about.

“No but really, you did good. I’m proud.” You finish.

Sehun hears a little bit of commotion behind him, probably a fan who snuck past security. But he doesn’t turn, and instead finds himself repeating those two words that affected him more than it should’ve. I’m proud.

Sehun mumbles a small ‘thanks’ and scratches the back of his neck, the sudden praise making him stuck for wording. Sehun was never good with words.

“You dyed your hair.” You say simply. Sehun’s fingers run through the strands.

“You like? I think it looks more natural.” He teases, but there’s a small amount of truth in there somewhere because orange was never for him. Sehun thought it was too bold, too intense, a passing phase that his manager would get bored of soon. Speaking of managers, he hopes he can keep this colour for a while.

The relentless dye is starting to make the ends frazzle a little anyway.

You notice but don’t say anything. “Yeah, I think it does as well.” You agree, and you don’t miss his small smile because he realises it’s the first compliment you’ve paid him.

Little does he remember the fleeting ‘pretty’ that left your mouth the night he was too drunk to remember his own name. You don’t mention it, but maybe you’ll bring it up someday. The thought makes you smile.

“Let’s go somewhere.” He suggests.

“Like where?”

He thinks for a moment before replying.

“Your house.”

Sehun sees the look on your face and realises how it sounds. He lets out a sigh and facepalms.

“Not like that! You’ve got a filthy mind, Y/N” Sehun laughs, for real, and it’s the first time he’s really laughed in a while. He misses the feeling.

“What about the after party?” You ask, and Sehun scoffs at the thought of having to stand through another one of those events used by youngsters as an excuse to take aesthetic pictures with people they don’t like just so their feed looks ‘pleasing’.

“The alcohol’s shit. And half the people hate each other. Let’s just go to yours.” Sehun says, because he can’t be bothered to explain the details.

The idea of Sehun being in your house where you eat and sleep is strange and you debate on suggesting something else. But the thought fades when you find yourself being guided through clothing racks and storage boxes by Sehun.

You stand close, but not too close because you don’t want to give the wrong idea to others. Or to yourself.

And it’s not long until you’re both out of the venue and on the back alleys of Seoul, where orange street lights and overhead electrical wiring greets you with an industrial sigh.

It’s dark but your car is visible, the late-night silence cracked by your hushed giggles because Sehun has now broken into a full-on sprint.”You’re taking too long” He calls, his voice catching on the biting wind, a small echo bouncing off the graffitied walls tarnished by idealistic youth.

Sehun hasn’t broken the rules in a long time, but it doesn’t faze him. A bubbly sensation settles in his stomach and he welcomes the feeling. Sehun also welcomes the warmth that encloses him when they climb into the car, their breaths heavy with excitement.

Maybe if you close your eyes, you can pretend. Pretend that there’s no paparazzi waiting to get a snap of Sehun that will make the cover of next week’s magazine.

And maybe you can pretend that Sehun sees you as more than fleeting company because every hour that passes makes the thought of not knowing when you will see him next a little suffocating.

But your thoughts surrender under the purr of the engine, sky scrapers that never sleep beginning to crowd your vision. Water droplets race down the windows and it reduces the city life to a mere blur, but you don’t mind because you have a thing for rain.

Sehun rubs his head and you realise that perhaps he still hasn’t gotten used to the strobe lighting, even after all these years.

“There’s painkillers in the glove compartment.”

Sehun looks up slightly and laughs, because he doesn’t realise how readable his is. Or maybe it’s just that Y/N has deciphered the manual and senses these things.

Either way, he slips two painkillers into his mouth and washes them down with lukewarm water.

You don’t say anything else, and neither does Sehun. Nothing else needs to be said.

Silly, irrelevant thoughts pop into your head as the key slides into the door. You hadn’t tidied away the pile of books that littered the coffee table, and you were pretty sure that Yeona had left the wallpaper samples on the floor because she’s going through a strange design phase. Had she put away the dishes?

“So it’s not the biggest apartment but it does the job, and sorry for the mess. We don’t usually get visitors.” You ramble, but Sehun just smiles because hospitality is easily forgotten about these days, so it’s nice to see some people still remember.

I’s also nice when Y/N offers him house slippers. The gesture reminds him of his mother and her little habits, making him realise that he hasn’t spoken to her in a while. He’ll call her later, ask how she is.

Maybe he’ll visit if he has free time.

You hear Sehun whisper an ‘okay’ and you smile at his quiet response but decide not to comment.

Instead, you leave him to take in his surroundings because the smell of honey reminds you of the tea that Yeona’s colleague had gifted her. You make a cup for yourself, one for Sehun too because you remember him telling you about Mexican tea and how it was ‘life-changing’.

The tea isn’t Mexican, but maybe he’ll like it anyway.

Sehun smells honey and it makes him feel warm.

He sees Y/N making teas in the kitchen, and the sight of two mugs is a nice one.

Sehun has forgotten what a home feels like. His glass interior makes the bed cold, and it’s only when darkness falls that the emptiness becomes harder to disguise. He wonders how long it took for Y/N to read the books that crowd the shelves, worn with age. He imagines her feet dangling off the kitchen countertop, mouth slightly open as she soaks in the scratchy words on each page.

Sehun has been thinking about her a lot recently. It scares him more than it should.

In Sehun’s hand lies on a framed picture. It’s you in the prime of your adolescence. Though ‘prime’ isn’t the most suitable word to use because the braces on your teeth and acne on your skin is enough to remind you of the tumultuous rollercoaster you called ‘youth’. Sehun doesn’t seem to mind though, the smile on his face seems nostalgic, like the memories are all flooding back.

The very few he has, of course.

”Yeona has this infatuation with embarrassing me. Hence the picture.” You finish, handing him a steaming mug but Sehun’s focus is still on the picture.

“You looked cute, I would date you.” Sehun replies, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Your heart jumps so you start to ponder on what Sehun would’ve been like in high school.

You can’t imagine ever crossing paths.

You’re both too different, cut from different materials, different colours, nothing about you two resembling anything close to similar. Maybe you would’ve nodded to each other in acknowledgement in the hallway, or perhaps you would’ve shared a textbook in class, thanking the other when they turned the page. But that’s as far as your mind stretches.

The rest is empty and silent.

You tilt your head at him, half a smile on your lips before collapsing on the couch you spent so many comfy nights on. Sehun still stands near the framed photo in a stance you couldn’t mistake for slight awkwardness.

“You can sit down, I don’t bite” You smile.

Sehun quickly mumbles an ‘I know that’ before hastily sitting down because now he looks embarrassed and Sehun doesn’t like to look embarrassed.

You simply chuckle before taking a sip of the tea that soothes your dry throat.

Are your parents missing you yet?” Sehun asks, shifting slightly. 

“That’s a random question.” You reply, wondering what it was that sparked his interest.

Sehun smiles because he has a tendency of being nosy.

“Just wondering.” Sehun takes a sip of the tea. ”I know if I had a kid in a different continent, I’d be a little worried.”

The sun has set a long time ago but an aura of warmth still surrounds you. A slight buzz from the next-door neighbour’s television set seeps through the wall and invades the background noise of your small living room. It’s muffled. But it’s strangely comforting.

“They’re traditional.” You ponder. “So maybe they do- I don’t know. Does it make me a bad person if I say it hadn’t really crossed my mind?”

Sehun shakes his head. ”No, it’s good to live in the moment”.”

He internally laughs. It’s funny how people give advice they themselves don’t abide by.

“What about you?” You continue. “I’m sure your parents miss you.”

Sehun hesitates before asking. “You’d have to ask them. I’m never home.”

He still manages to smile and it makes your stomach twist. Sehun is just a boy who’s tired of being tired, yet, by some distant stroke of luck, he still manages to grip onto what he had before.

But through one glance, you see his fingers are trembling. Its subtle, and can easily be mistaken as a simple fidget but it makes you frown.

“Are you nervous, Sehun?” You question.

His eyebrows raise slightly. 

“Why do you say that?” He asks, oblivious.

“You’re fidgeting.” You point out simply.

Sehun plays with one of the rings on his fingers.

”Would it be bad if I said I was?” he says, and Sehun doesn’t look up.

You take hold of his hand and start playing with them absentmindedly. A warm jolt of electricity spreads through Sehun and it makes him feel safe.

He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he laces your fingers with yours.

“No.” You begin, shaking your head. “Why is showing what you feel a bad thing?”

Sehun smiles lightly. He doesn’t know the answer. And you can sense that, so you fill the void with something, anything your mind can conquer up.

“No one likes a robot, Sehun. It’s nice to be open. And people tend to get intimidated at my luxurious apartment, so I’m used to it. You gloat, but the condensed windows and coffee stained table disagree.

Sehun grins and in that moment, completely forgets that his manager is searching for him, asking the stylists where he went only to be responded with useless shrugs and confused looks. He should’ve been writhing in panic at the thought of breaking the rules and having to face him during morning call.

But he doesn’t. The writhing doesn’t occur. His limbs are taking a break and he doesn’t fight it. He likes it. He likes Y/N.

”Has anyone ever told you you’re very sarcastic? He muses.

You scoff.

“Has anyone ever told you it’s bad to dye your hair too many times?”

“They do actually, but it still happens.” Sehun chuckles, and you don’t know how to feel about that.

He’s not bitter. Nor does his voice carry any sharpness that suggests hatred, or spite. It’s almost as if he’s a machine, with built-in programming to stop any possibility of malfunctioning that would take time to repair, time being something that Sehun lacked a lot of these days.

“That’s not right.” You reply, quite abruptly.

And Sehun laughs, throws his head back in fact.

“Why are you laughing?” You question, not expecting an honest answer.

“Because your funny” He replies, laughter still lacing his voice until it dies down to a small, quiet chuckle.

He’s wearing that smile. The one his manager encourages him to use at fan meets because it will make the girls feel special. The one he’s probably nipped and altered until it became a trademark image used for variety shows because statistics claim it makes him look ‘more inviting’.

It’s the one that’s making you question whether his eyes are telling the truth, the one that strikes a chord of what tune? That, you had no clue.

Sehun sees the lack of amusement and pats your hair. “You worry too much about me. It’s a nice feeling.”

You shift slightly, crossing your arms. Sehun’s hand feels comforting and if things were different, you probably would’ve leaned into his touch. Perhaps sighed in bliss because you didn’t have to worry about where things stood, or whether there was a hidden message behind his quick glances that left what was supposed to be black and white, tinged with subtle splashes of grey.

“You’re very confusing, Sehun.”

Sehun places his mug onto the table and clears his throat.

”What makes you say that?” He muses.

“You’re hard to figure out.” You reply simply.

You and Sehun haven’t known each other long. It’s an uncanny combination, and yet it leaves you intrigued. Frustrated, in fact. A frustration that makes you grit your teeth when he allows you to step closer to him, only for him to take one step back.

The distance laughs, and it’s as crude as the sound of midnight rush hour as it seeps in through the window.

”No I’m not.”

“That’s exactly what a person who’s hard to figure out would say.” You fire back.

Sehun drops his head because he can’t help but smile. There’s a hint of truth in what Y/N says. He doesn’t admit it, though.

Doesn’t want her to give the satisfaction.

“You’d be surprised to know how comfortable I feel around you. So I hope the way you feel changes.” Sehun retorts. His mind seems to catch up with him but he doesn’t mind. For once, he waits for it.

Your stomach feels funny and you forget to breath. Sehun senses your surprise and it makes him feel warm. He always feels warm around Y/N.

“You’d also be surprised to find out the effect you’re having on me.” Sehun continues, tilting his head slightly.

Perhaps the AC has broken, or maybe it’s just the heat of Sehun’s gaze that has you regretting wearing such a thick material dress that Yeona persuaded you to wear.

Sehun has moved closer and the distance is mocking. It always is.

“And what would that be?” You finish, and your wavering voice is uneven.

“You. Feeling like home to me.” Sehun murmurs.

And his lips touch yours.

Sehun’s hesitant at first, ready to pull back. But the thrumming of your heart is too wild to ignore so your unsteady hands rest gently against his heated cheeks, instantly reminding you of that faraway night, another distant memory.

The constant whirring of the ceiling fan is too quiet to pull you back into reality, so you appreciate the soothing rhythm of Sehun’s lips that taste sweet and inviting for a little longer. He smiles into the kiss and presses himself closer to you because distance is his biggest enemy.

It’s only in that moment that the kiss grows in affinity, and the scent of Sehun drowns your senses in complete bliss. His hands rest on your waist and it makes you realise how lost you feel without them.

Yet you pull away, breathless. Dizzy on the idea of affection. Sehun’s lips are slightly glossed over when a hint of a smile makes itself present.

“Your lips taste like honey.” He hums.

Sehun leans back slightly and pulls you against him, both your breathing still enamoured with a slight sense of wavering. You can hear his heart beating wildly.

But his voice is so quiet that the universe doesn’t even hear, so you revel in these few undisturbed moments of silence that you don’t know when you’ll have next with him. Sehun might be unpredictable, but it’s one of the things you love most.

“I knew it was a good idea making that tea.” You mumble, a lazy smile on your face after Sehun leans his forehead against yours.

Sehun seems like the type who’s afraid to love. Perhaps it scares him. Sehun is the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you can point to and know what it is. Maybe that’s why he struggles with love. He can’t touch it, know what it is or if it will stay.

Sehun can hold onto it and make sure it never changes.

So you’ll hold onto it for the both of you. Because what was once ‘you’ and ’him’ has somehow morphed into a strange, yet familiar ‘us’.

You like the sound of that. Us. It makes you excited for what’s to come.

- hope you enjoyed & requests are open :)

BTS Reaction - You teasing them underneath the table

  • I can take requests if you want me to do some more :)

Seokjin ( Jin)

Jin would jump at the sudden contact causing the table to make a noise and the members would turn around to look at you guys if you were okay, Jin would just brush them off and adjust himself. As your hand glided further up his thigh he leans back casually so you reach him quicker, he’d then swing an arm around the back of your chair then place his free hand ontop of yours underneath the table following your hand until you reach your goal.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi honestly wouldn’t move, he’d stay still as if you weren’t touching him but you knew he was only doing that so the members couldn’t suspect anything. As you kept gliding your hand up his thigh you noticed his tongue poking the inside of his cheek and his legs would tense. But just as you reached his crotch he’d grab your hand gently before leaning in to whisper in your ear,

“Now do you really want to do that here? I mean I will fuck you in front of them if that’s what you want because I don’t care.”

Originally posted by nnochu

Namjoon (Rapmonster)

He’d slightly react by widening his eyes at you but you’d give nothing away just keep gliding your hand up his thigh, but what you didn’t expect is that he grabs your thigh tightly making you gasp. It causes the attention of the members but you smile at them giving them to suspect nothing. Then Namjoon would tighten his hold on you before raising his drink to his lips and saying quietly that only you could hear,

“Keep doing what you’re doing and daddy’s gonna have to punish you.”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hobi would be like Jin in a way but almost choke on his drink as you rested your hand on him, thankfully only Jungkook noticed and you brushed him off giving him an assuring smile. Then as you’d glide your hand further up his leg he’d adjust himself in his seat allowing you to reach him quicker, he’d then place a hand on your bare thigh caressing it gently as you both teased one another.

Originally posted by 4jiminnie

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung wouldn’t make a scene enough to grab the members attention but enough to make sure you know it’s affected him, he’d sit up straight in his chair lick his lips and grab your hand before you even got the chance to tease and would place it right on top of him shocking you. You’d see him grind his teeth then squeeze your hand so you squeezed him and before you could react he stands holding your hand causing the members to look over.

“Sorry guys but me and Y/N are very…very tired and need to go.”


Jimin would immediately smirk or suppress a chuckle as you teased him, he’d then wait for you to reach his crotch then as you did he’d grab your hand rubbing it against him causing him to let out a hard breath. Just as you were about to continue he brushes your hand off and grabs your thigh instead making you bolt up right, he then smirks leaning into whisper,

“Two can play at this game but this one ends with you moaning my name.”

Originally posted by chimcheroo


Jungkook would be jungshook. He’d freeze doing whatever he’s doing and tense beneath your hold he’d then inhale deeply licking his lips before gently placing a hand on top of yours in a warning. You dont listen and continue up his thigh watching his face tighten as you do. As you reach his crotch he instantly places a hand not on your thigh but your upper inner thigh his fingers brushing over your crotch. You freeze too and see him lean into your ear,

“See who lasts the longest.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 8.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS

Genre: Romance / Drama.

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

It was obvious after that day that something had happened. At least to Yoongi’s inner circle it was, as some of them has already insinuated it and had made comments about it. You were having none of them which kind of confirmed it, and as for Yoongi, he was being himself, but worse.

You only had one week left until your vacations were over, and even thought you could go and just leave things as they were, you didn’t want that. You wanted an apology from Yoongi, you felt that after what he had said and the way he was being you deserved one. So you decided to stay in the manor for the little free time you got, Yoongi didn’t oppose of course, he just went on with his duties as normally as he would any other day, but you knew him, you could notice that he was going out of his way to be colder with you, to spend as much time as he could out doing who knew what since you wouldn’t be asking, why would you? You didn’t want to hear him saying that you should stick to your business, not saying anything since he was angry.

You frowned, well this was your business. If it was for you to stay put inside then it also was for you to know and be informed about what happened. Before Yoongi wouldn’t have a problem in telling whatever, but the last few days he was giving you as much insight as a rock would.

You rolled in bed seeing his bare back in front of you, the bed was big enough for you to sleep without touching, even still you always found yourself waking up closer than you had been before. In other circumstances you’d run the tip of your fingers down his spine, up and down until he woke up, he’d grumble and groan at first but then he’d turn around and put you to his chest, holding you tight enough for to not move away from him. You wanted that, but you didn’t move your hands to touch him. 

After you went to the bathroom you were surprised to find Yoongi still in bed, could demons be exhausted? You supposed they did, if they slept then that meant getting tired, maybe he was too tired lately. You wouldn’t find it odd with how busy he had been.

You crawled to bed once again and your eyes were drawn by the katanas on the wall, getting on your knees you took one, it surprised you how light it was, you had figured it would be heavier since it was after all a blade, but it wasn’t like you had held any other sword before so it was natural for you to be in awe. You looked at it, elegant, curved and slender, much different from Taehyung’s swords that looked sturdy and heavier. The scabbard was made in lacquered wood with flowing lines and spring flowers carved on it, the same lines showed in the handle as well, it was a true work of art and you wondered what the blade would actually look like.

-Put that down, you’re going to cut yourself-

Frowning you looked at Yoongi who was now turned to you, his lean body barely covered by the blankets, his hair was tousled but he still looked pretty hot like that. You huffed and kept looking at the sword.

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Phantom Thief! Park Jihoon

Originally posted by jazzyjaemin

This is legit the whole reason I’m starting this blog sovdbiosb. Inspired by Detective Conan, Saint Tail and the Cat’s Eye because they’re nostalgic asf and I love them. Also, Jihoon in a white suit would be a pleasant sight.

  • rightrightight ok
  • phantom thief! jihoon works with phantom thief! park woojin
  • they go by the name “PS”
  • which everyone thinks means something deep af
  • PS actually stands for “Pink Sausage”
  • but no one needs to know
  • everyone also thinks that it’s just one person
  • but in this au everyone’s clueless so please let it slide
  • what do they steal?
  • they steal hearts
  • lol jk
  • the two steal “priceless” paintings, sculptures and all sorts of art resulting in the town calling them art thieves
  • but the only art the duo steals are the ones that don’t belong where they are
  • they also drop not so subtle hints at the police about the illegal item
  • for example, there was this one time when an owner of a museum put up a painting of the famous “Cafe Terrace at Night” by Vincent van Gogh, claiming that it was the original
  • he wanted more publicity for the museum
  • surprise, surprise
  • it was a fake
  • the citizens were clueless lmao
  • so off went the pink sausages
  • the museum and the fake painting was the headline on next morning’s newspaper
  • how the two know of the frauds you ask?
  • associate! jisung runs a coffee shop down the block and overhears everything
  • you would think that the police would let them be because they’re doing the right thing, bUT NO
  • speaking of the police
  • you are the daughter of a famous detective who has solved many crimes
  • you’ve grown up seeing your dad work and reading detective novels
  • you were like, “i wanna be a detective lmao how hard can it be”
  • its hard
  • especially when you use your dad’s high position and become a junior detective of some sorts
  • and get assigned to the PS case
  • ok that’s fine but,
  • “technically you could just let it slide and half ass your work,, i mean,,, they’re not stealing anything just for the sake of it-”
  • PS has been sending you calling cards on what, where and when they’ll be stealing something next
  • per your request of course
  • you kinda just screamed at one of the two one night while chasing them,
  • “heY, PS, YEAH YOU.”
  • PS stopped to look at you in amusement
  • he left without answering you
  • you were dejected
  • but then a note came for you!!
  • yay!!!
  • not like it help a whole lot but,,,
  • back to the present,
  • so, you’re in your last year of high school
  • park jihoon and park woojin happen to go to the same school as you but you, for some reason, have never ran into either of them in your whole high school career
  •  you have but you’re oblivious af
  •  the two know you of course
  • they fucking notify you every fortnight about their heists how could they not know you
  • heck, everyone knows you
  • you’re that one detective who’s never solved a case
  • but because fate loves a good show, jihoon transfers to your chemistry class in the middle of year
  • you’re like
  • ????
  • in the dab smack middle of the year??? what- how-
  • apparently, he somehow screwed up a experiment in physics and the teacher had enough lmao
  • wow what a great thief amirite
  • your class bursts into whispers as soon as he steps in the lab
  • you just,,,, sent an uninterested glace his way then buried your head in your arms and went back to sleep
  • “ok guys, this is park jihoon, he’s a new addition to the class.”
  • “ohmygod he’s adorable”
  • “bless the heavens for some eye candy at last”
  • “look y/n it’s a cute dude why aren’t you reacting”
  • “fuck off, daehwi”
  • “alrighty jihoon you can sit next to bae jinyoung at the back over there. raise your hand jinyoung”
  • jihoon heads over to jinyoung and brushes past you on his way
  • you glance up as he does and you thought you saw him smirk? ?? ? ?
  • “how tired am i tf”
  • it’s not your imagination, jihoon recognizes you
  • after the class, jihoon rushes up to you and asks for your chemistry notes
  • “hi! y/n is it? could i borrow your notes?”
  • “?? you couldn’t borrow baejin’s?? why me?”
  • “uh,,,, i couldn’t read his handwriting,,,,, yeah! that’s why!!”
  • sounds fake but ok
  • you end up surrendering your chemistry notes to him
  • “thanks y/n!! you’re a life saver!!”
  • runs off like the cutie he is
  • daehwi slides up to you with jinyoung in tow while wiggling his eyebrows
  • “jinyoung has really neat handwriting if you ask me”
  • “yeah well, you’re practically in love with him so you think everything about him is neat”
  • “i- you’re not wrong”
  • jihoon returns your book to you the next lesson and everything goes as per usual for the next two weeks
  • until the next calling card arrives with a bang
  • literally
  • you opened your book, expecting nothing to happen
  • but a fucking balloon went off above you or something the moment you opened it
  • and the calling card falls down with colored confetti onto your head
  • “i’ll be taking the sculpture from Jung’s house tonight -PS”
  • normally, calling cards would arrive without much,,, pow
  • like in the mailbox
  • all the students around you were shook
  • as were you
  • jihoon was just,,,,,, hiding his grin
  • daehwi and jinyoung walk into the class, takes one look at you and goes,
  • “what happened to you”
  • “it looks like a unicorn pooped on you”
  • “thanks”
  • jihoon’s new hobby unlocked!
  • teasing y/n!
  • so from then on out, all the calling cards would arrive with a huge noise
  • you hated the attention you were getting along with it
  • people actually thought you worked with PS!!
  • ok but jihoon would have the time of his life planning
  • “should i just write jeojang on the school notice board and the details underneath?”
  • “…. jihoon, your dumb aegyo has nothing to do with our heist”
  • “fine,,, i’ll bake y/n a cake instead”
  • woojin just sighs
  • jihoon has actually gotten quite close with you recently
  • daehwi and jinyoung readily accepted him and woojin in your little squad and you guys would frequent jisung’s cafe after school iaubfisbfvis thATS ACTUALLY SO CUTE IM CRYING
  • jihoon’s favorite pastime was still teasing you though
  • like
  • you did worse that jihoon on that chemistry quiz?
  • you’re never gonna hear the end of it
  • you fell face first into mud?
  • jihoon still has video he recorded to this day
  • the five of you were really close and y’all thought you knew everything about each other
  • hahaha
  • nope
  • you still had no idea that woojin and jihoon were PS
  • ffs y/n
  • the people you’re basically obsessed with are right in front of you
  • actually, jihoon’s just as obsessed with you tbh
  • daehwi, jinyoung and woojin has caught him staring at you on multiple occasions
  • he likes you
  • all the teasing basically lead to this
  • it’s not that jihoon hasn’t realized
  • he knows
  • but he ain’t about to admit that
  • a thief liking a detective??? psssh how absurd
  • but in jihoon’s eyes, all you ever cared about was PS
  • was he jealous of himself? yes
  • you,,, kinda,,, sorta felt things towards jihoon as well
  • but you ain’t about to admit that either
  • so you two just stay in a relationship full of teasing
  • the whole school lowkey thinks you’re together tho
  • one night, you were standing in front of another “priceless” art
  • courtesy of jihoon’s card earlier in the day
  • “i’ll be taking the min’s painting tonight hehe~~<3 -PS”
  • oh how the cards have changed over time
  • remember when i said that everyone thinks that PS is one person
  • well, everyone included you up til tonight
  • you were just strolling around the painting by yourself
  • the cops were situated around the building
  • complete with two standing in front of the door to the room with the painting
  • the plan was for you to stay in front of the painting all night and if PS came, you would tackle that bitch and call for backup
  • then PS actually came and all hell broke loose
  • the cops were running around trying to catch him, forgetting what the initial plan was
  • but for some dumb reason, they forgot to notify you
  • resulting in you having no idea what was happening outside the room lol
  • until finally, some cop remembered notified you via handheld radio
  • swearing under your breath, you decide to just sit and wait for PS to come into the room you were currently in
  • why run around if he was after the painting that you were right in front of
  • he’d have to come sooner or later
  • you then saw a shadow outside the window
  • white suite, white gloves and that familiar badge on his chest
  • no mistake, it had to be PS
  • and you rush to hide behind a corner
  • PS makes his way in and stands in front of the painting, seemingly admiring it
  • “it’s quite beautiful, such a shame that it was stolen”
  • iT WAS STOLEN????
  • nonetheless, you act according to plan and lunge for him
  • but in a swift motion, he clutches the painting and avoids you
  • “whoops, watch your step” he says, chuckling
  • you let out a noise that resembled a growl at him and lunge yet again
  • but he was already out the door
  • you ran after him
  • picking up your handheld radio, you were about to call for backup when suddenly you meet with another person dressed in a white suit
  • but he didn’t have a painting in his hands
  • you stopped running, trying to figure out a sensible reason
  • the figure brushed past you and jumped out a window
  • then you receive exasperated message from cop! daniel stating that PS has gotten his hands on the painting and is now running away
  • not forgetting to question your whereabouts
  • you were now confused
  • you were 100% sure you saw PS run out with the painting
  • but then you ran into him without the painting the same time as daniel saw him with the painting
  • the thief got away that night but you called up your dad and told him that the painting was a fake
  • your dad whooshed over in record time
  • after doing his research your dad had found out that the painting had originally belonged to a woman in her 60s
  • the person you had met tonight before the case was a man in his 40s
  • your dad arrested him on the spot
  • you hardly slept that night
  • wondering about if PS was just one person, how could he be at two places in the same time
  • you concluded that PS was two people
  • spoiler, woojin was the distraction and jihoon was the person you saw take the painting
  • you tried to convince your coworkers the next day but they wouldn’t believe you
  • in fact, they had gotten more suspicious of you
  • you were the only person who wasn’t there during the chase
  • frustrated, you complained to jinyoung (who i forgot to mention, was a cop in training oops)
  • jinyoung believed you
  • he knew how hard you worked just to find out who this guy was
  • but he couldn’t do much to help
  • so he just comforted you
  • you were thankful for him (I’M SO SOFT IDBFUVIS)
  • with no one able to help you out, you decided to take matters inyour own hands
  • you were drained the next school day
  • jihoon felt bad for making you chase after him to no avail
  • so he did aegyo for you
  • it worked
  • sorta
  • woojin and jinyoung ended up dragging him out of class because of the second hand embarrassment though
  • daehwi just,,,,
  • cringed
  • really hard
  • you received another card three weeks later
  • “i’ll be after the “gem of the sea” necklace tonight. sorry for making you run all the time :c -PS”
  • ???? is this thief apologizing???
  • anyways, this time, you were ready to find out who he was
  • it was a fool-proof plan
  • you see, you were familiar with this museum and knew it like the back of your hand
  • you were already starting to feel sad about ending the three year chase
  • that night, you were situated in front of the necklace
  • with a dozen cops because they didn’t trust you lmao
  • the necklace was a beautiful royal blue and you could understand why people loved it
  • it shone even in the moonlight
  • when the clock hit ten, all lights were cut off in the room and turned back on in a matter of seconds
  • but the necklace was gone in the mere seconds the light turned off
  • cops started to stream out the door of the display room, running everywhere trying to catch the thief
  • you were about to do the same
  • but daniel stopped you
  • “nuh uh kiddo, let me check your pockets first”
  • “yes”
  • so you were held back for a minute
  • you didn’t even give daniel time to apologize for suspecting you before you were out the door
  • cop! seongwoo announced that he saw PS in the left wing
  • but you head towards the right wing, knowing that there were two of them and the one seongwoo saw was likely a distraction
  • your suspicions were confirmed when you catch a glimpse of white
  • it was jihoon with the necklace
  • he was casually strolling towards the storage room where he would make his escape
  • jihoon had no idea you were after his ass
  • but as soon as he neared the window of the storage room, you appeared in the doorway
  • huffing because wow that was the quickest you had ever been
  • jihoon turned to you, the full moon shining through the full-length window behind him
  • it was a breathtaking sight
  • “oh, it seems as though i’m cornered”
  • “PS, obviously”
  • “NO SHIT”
  • he chuckled, pulling the necklace out of his pocket
  • “after this? it’s quite pretty isn’t it? almost as pretty as you are”
  • holy shit
  • is this thief
  • f l i r t i n g with you????
  • you blushed
  • but blamed it on the exercise lmao
  • “it’s a shame that i can’t just steal you away”
  • but jihoon then notices that he’s taking way too long and woojin would beat his ass if he took longer
  • looking down, he finds a couple of cops below, waiting to see of anyone tries make an escape
  • jihoon sighs, opting to escape another way
  • aka jumping across trees until he reaches jisungs mini van lmao
  • so as you jump for nth time at time
  • he brushes past you whispering in that deep ass voice,
  • “i’ll save you in my heart instead”
  • leaving you shook af
  • “why did that remind me of that stupid jeojang thing jihoon does?”
  • you think you have a little crush on PS (with his low pitch voice lmao)
  • but your heart also goes crazy around park jihoon (and his high pitched voice obvfisbv)
  • you’re just like,
  • “fuck”
  • “do i really like two guys at once”
  • it’s one dude
  • but you didn’t need to know that

this was long and kinda crappy but here’s my first au!! sorry there wasn’t much jihoon here aaaa

please give me some feedback on how it was,,,, 2.7k words is a lo t, should i try make my next one shorter?

please ignore any mistakes haha,,,, i’m really tired and don’t wanna proof read fsovbuiqoebvo

thank you all for reading my shit though <3333

Teach Us

Prompt: Batsis is hurt, and bribs her brothers to get them to behave while she’s healing (Go wherever you want with this! BTW, I love your work!)

Just a short little drabble with Batsis!


You stand on the outskirts of the sparring mat, quietly watching your brothers. Damian and Dick are circling each other.

“Bend your knees Damian, you know he’s limber”

Immediately Damian’s knees bend, allowing him to avoid the kick that Dick sends his way. Your younger brothers throw a few more easily blocked punches before they separate again.

“Dick, don’t hunch your back, you won’t be able to avoid Damian’s staff”

Dick decides not to listen, and a few moves later, Damian has him pinned. “You should have listened to Y/N, Grayson”

“Get off me, kid. I’m tired, I’m gonna hit the showers”

Jason stand up from beside you, gently lifting you to your feet. “Thanks”

“I can’t have you hurting yourself again. Taking a bullet to the leg isn’t fun, and I know it’s driving you crazy not to be out sparing with them”

“I look forward to your healing, Y/N. It will be nice to have a worthy opponent again”

“Just a few more weeks and I’ll be back here with you guys. I can’t have your ego inflate too much, by then you’ll need someone to knock you down a peg or two”

Damian smirks, “I that a challenge, sister?”

“It’s always a challenge, little brother”

Jason nudges you toward the elevator, “You need to go back upstairs. It’s about time for another dose of pain meds, and you know those make you tired”

“I’m going, I’m going”

“I will meet you all upstairs. Tell Pennyworth to have my tea ready …” His eyes flick over to you, “… please”

“Good job, brat, finally using your manors!”

“They are not for your benefit. Y/N prefers that I use my maners, and I indulge her”

You chuckle, slowly crutching your way to the elevator, “Thank you for that. Since you’ve been so good about using your manors, remind me to teach you how to choke someone out with your thighs when I’m better”

“You said that you would never teach anyone how to do that”

“I lied”

Damian grins, “I look forward to your recovery even more”

“I bet you do, I bet you do”

“You said you’d never teach any of us that move! Why does he get to know?” Jason whines

“Maybe, if you can be nice to Bruce for a week I’ll teach you that move too”

Now it’s Jason’s turn to perk up, “I can do that”

“That means no snide comments, or rude remarks, no shooting at anyone in the family, no arguments, and no threats”

“I can do it”

“I believe you. You have until I’ve healed to do that, and then I’ll teach you”

Six weeks later you’ve finally been cleared to spar again. Damian and Jason are standing in front of you, a dummy in front of them, ready.

“Are you guys ready for your first lesson?”

“Been ready, Y/N”

Damian nods, lowering into a fighting stance, “Teach us”

You grin and get to work.

It Takes Time (Gang au)

A/n: I figured out how I want to do this series for now which is introducing each member on their own. So heres Jungkook first. It’s not very climatic right now. Also I’m sorry it’s so short I just wanted to get something out because its been a long time since I’ve last updated this whoops plus I’ve had some anons rushing (which I understand, I mean its literally been months.) Enjoy!

Prologue, Part 2

He threw you into the room and you landed on the cold floor. “Now stay here until someone comes to get you,” he turned and laughed, “if someone ever comes to get you.” Jimin shut the door and left. Out of sight out of mind for him. You backed up to the corner of the room, not staring up to meet the other girls. “H-hi I’m Neni but everyone calls me Pip-” Jimin barged back in and threw a piece of cloth at you which you realized was a dress. 

“Wh-what’s this?” You asked him. 

“Your new uniform!” He said cheekily. 

“Here? In front of everyone?” You asked softly. 

“Well yeah?,” he laughed, “do you see any other rooms? Unless you wanna change out in the hall? But if someone comes out I won’t stop them from touching you.” He looked down at you and grin. “So what’s it gonna be girly?“ You pointed to the door. 

"No-” Neni started saying but was cut off by Jimin, “Hey! Shut it!” He lifted his hand up to her to make her flinch then put it back down, “That’s what I thought. Now come on girly let’s get you changed.” He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out. “Go ahead don’t be shy.” He shut the door behind you. You started taking off your shirt when Jimin started running up and down the hall slamming and banging against the walls yelling, “Fresh meat! Fresh meat! A cute little gal! Get it while it’s hot!” You realized you made a big mistake when men started coming out of their rooms. 

“Hey what’s all the ruckus?” A brown haired man asked as he rubbed his hair looking as if he just woke up. 

“Well Hobi and comrades, we have a new one with us today. It’s her first day, in fact, it’s her first hour.” Jimin answered. 

“So the freshest of the fresh I see.” An evil smirk popped up on his face. “Guess I better get to it before they do.” He walked faster towards you along with the other men. You quickly put your shirt back on and backed up against the wall at the end of the hall. Tears making their way down your face. All the men looked down at you like a group of hound dogs ready to attack. 

“She’s very pretty.” One said. 

“Yeah look at that hair.” Another spoke picking up a sliver of your hair. 

“Look at her curves. Wooh, mami let me getta slice of you?" 

They all kept saying sexual things about you, making you crying even harder. "Alright alright alright alright, that’s enough pigs. Go back to your room.” A man got in between you and the crowd but none of them listened. “NOW!” He yelled making everyone drag themselves back into their rooms and slam their doors.

“Man, Jungkook you’re no fun.” The guy named Hobi said while putting his hands against the back of his head and walking away nonchalantly. 

“And you’re a dick.” He said back, “Jimin she’s coming with me.”

“We gotta take it up with Namjoon first though?…" 

"I said she’s coming with me, so that means she’s coming with me.” He hovered over Jimin with his teeth clenched. Jimin put his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever man but if he comes by, I’m blaming you." 

"Yeah, yeah whatever wimp. Now come on.” He turned to you. “Stop crying and let’s go!” He waited for you to pick yourself up and wipe your sleeve against your face. You looked up at him to see his still face. He twirled back around and headed down the other side of the hall then took a right. You guys walked to the third door then entered. He closed the door then sat at the edge of the bed. You stood there, confused on what to do. “You could sit down if you want.” He said patting the bed. “If you wanna lay down take your shoes off okay?” You nodded in response. “Your not much of a speaker are you?” You shrugged making him chuckle. “Hey it’s okay, it’s just me. Jungkook! I just saved you, well kind of.”

“Kind of?” You questioned softly. 

“Even if I didn’t step in, Jimin wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. I mean I hope.” He put his head on his hand as if to think about it. “Nah, nah, he wouldn’t have. Well I mean if you haven’t done anything to him but I heard you’ve only been here for an hour so I don’t think you’ve fucked up already. Have you?” You shook you’re head furiously. “Didn’t think so. Waah you’re so pretty. What’d you do to get down here?" 

"M-my brother got into some trouble with another gang, a smaller one. They wouldn’t leave him alone and I didn’t know what to do so I tracked down Namjoon to help. I told him I’d repay him back for the damage but I couldn’t gather up all the money. So here I am, for exchange of my brothers freedom really.” Jungkook just stared at you with wide eyes. 

“That’s the most you’ve talked and your voice is so light and pretty.” You smiled and looked down. “Well I’m going to shower… don’t try to escape okay? It’s much worse out there than in here.” He grabbed a shirt and pajama pants from his drawer. “But if do escape, don’t get caught. They’ll take care of your family in front of you then you after… trust me, it’s not something you want to see…” he looked down and slowly walked to the bathroom that was connected to his room. He shut the door and ran the water. You took this as a chance to change your outfit and look around. There wasn’t a closet, just a drawer with a tv on it and a nightstand. The window above the bed had bars. 

“I’m being held captive…” you looked outside only to see crates next to crates next to crates. Behind them all was just forest. You took a peak into Jungkooks nightstand and found a small picture. It was of a lady with an older woman next to her and two kids in front of them. “Oh. That kind of looks like Jungkook.” You set it down and kept looking. Not much was in there and all the other drawers were filled with flimsy clothes. You’d think for a gangster they’d have better quality clothing but I guess this isn’t a fashion business. You heard the water shut off and quickly jumped onto the bed, sitting on the side closest to the wall. “I see you’re ready for me.” He smirked as he walked into the bedroom. “I’m just kidding I know Jimin had you wear that.” You nodded your head making it known you heard him. “So what do you wanna do?” He asked but all you did was shrug. “Uhm you wanna watch tv? Here.” He handed you the controller.

“No thank you.” You handed it back. 

“Okay then I’ll watched tv and you could just sleep?” You nodded. “Okay cool.” You laid down, not going anywhere near Jungkook. “Here.” He handed you a blanket. 

“Thank you.” You said softly.

The last thing you remember was falling asleep as Jungkook watched tv and now here you are up while he’s sleeping. You sat up a little and looked out the window, curling your knees up to your chest and hugging them. “I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry Jay. I wish I could’ve done better for this family. I should’ve done better for this family. I got Jay away though… I hope you can look after him okay?” You felt a warm stream roll off your face. They wouldn’t stop coming and you started to breathe heavier. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying frantically. And that’s when you felt the body next to you start moving. He shifted his weight towards you. 

“Can you keep it down?” He said in a harsh tone. “I said shut it!” He raised his voice but you couldn’t stop. “Goddamn it! I’m trying to help you! But I can’t if you won’t let me sleep! I have to work tomorrow…” so you tried. You really did but all the loud sniffling and small squeaks irritated him. “That’s it!” He grabbed you by the back of your neck and slung you across the bed onto the floor. “You’re going back to the flower room!” He got up, still having a grip to your neck, squeezing it so you wouldn’t get out of his hold. He opened the door and walked down the hall. 

“No no please!” “I don’t want to go back there!” “My neck! My neck! Let go!” You shrieked, trying to grab at his hands. All your screaming woke some of the men up. They peeked their heads through their doors looking tired and disoriented. One caught your attention. You guys stared at each other for what seemed like a while but was only mere seconds. You were in too much pain to actually see any features to the male other than his eyes. 

“Brought her back already? Poor thing wasn’t up to your standards? Aish Jungkookie, maybe you need to stop being so rough!” Jimin smirked as he opened the door. “Let the bitch in.” He said with a slight bow and his hands gesturing towards the inside of the room. 

Jungkook threw you down on to the floor only to leave with one phrase, “I tried.”

anonymous asked:

So idk how much longer your ask is gonna be open, but if you get around to it, I wanna see how the chocobros would react to their S/O calling them daddy accidentally. Thank you! I love your writing!

OMG! I was just thinking of writing a free form drabble on this! Can you read my mind! This is going to be so adorable it’s going to be horrible! Horra-adorble!  (I originally had another for Gladdy, but you’ll get that later. ;) )



“I’ll be back about 7, you sure you don’t wanna come?” You called to the couch of your lump of a boyfriend, already knowing the answer since it was raining.

“No thanks.” Noctis called, as you checked your belongings one more time. “Do you have your keys?”





You laughed as you walked over to the man, leaning forward as you pressed a kiss against his lips, hearing your phone jingling, seeing your Father calling you. Meaning he was downstairs to pick you up for your family dinner with your great aunt who was in town, when all you wanted to do was cuddle with your Prince.

“I do now.” You giggled, sliding your phone to silent, only to gasp as Noctis pulled a hand to the back of your neck.

“Just a few more to hold you over.” He replied, more kisses littering your red painted lips, as you phone buzzed again. “Better get going.”

You rolled your eyes playfully to your boyfriend, “Sure, Daddy.”

Both of you froze, it was a slip, you didn’t mean it, Hell! You couldn’t recover!

Noctis blinked those bright blue eyes in confusion, “I’m not a, Father.”

You petted his head, “Of course you aren’t sweetie, I’ll be back soon. Love you!” You yelled all but sprinting out the apartment door.



You bounced, all those days practicing with Prompto and you got your first bullseye! Plus the recoil damage no longer hurt, well not as bad.

“You did it!” “Prompto cheered, as you lowered your earmuffs.

“All thanks to you,” You smiled, as Prompto took his gun, magicking it away as he scooped you up in his arms for a spin.

“I think this calls for a celebration, take-out, King’s Knight and cuddles?” He smiled, twirling you.

You beamed, head still rushing with excitement, “Sure thing, Daddy.” Only as the words left your mouth, did you realized the stupid mistake you made, inwardly groaning.

Prompto smiled brightly, before tilting your head up to him, “I’d knew you’d agree, Mama.”



You gasped, at the large hand than barely missed your head, ducking out the way, as you rolled into a crouch.

A friendly sparring match between you and your boyfriend was always a good way for the two of you to release the week’s tension, and often how many of your arguments got solved. Both of you never went for a kill shot, but there were many close calls.

“Gotta be faster than that, babe!” Gladiolus called, throwing a left haymaker at you.

You squeaked, dodging out the way, wrapping both your arms around the man’s forearms, at the same time shifting all your weight, as you spun. Bending over, as you lifted the man over your head with a loud roar, before slamming him into the ground.

The two of you stood in shock, trying to process what happened, Gladiolus laying on his back, as you stared down at him. Only for the spell to break as you realized what happened

Panting heavily, you fucking did, you flipped your behemoth of a boyfriend over your shoulder, and now you didn’t have to do the dishes for a week!

“Ha ha I did it! Yes!” You yelled, before collapsing on the man, who knew that lifting the big guy would take every bit of energy you had in you.

“Nice job, babe.” Gladiolus chuckled, sitting up cradling you in his lap, as he pushed a kiss to you cheek.

You turned to the man, a huge smile on your face, “I kicked you ass big guy!”

“I know, I was there.”

“Fuck you, Daddy!”

Gladiolus smirked, “If you insist.”

You barely had time to react,  as you were tossed over a shoulder. “Wait, no Gladdy, I said Gladdy! Come on I’m tired.”

“That’s cool, I only need you to lay there.”

“Uh fuck me.” You groaned letting out a gasp, at the hand slapping your ass.

“That’s the plan.”



You felt like the living dead, shuffling into the kitchen, your hair looked like a Chocobo’s nest, your robe somehow on your body, possibly out of sheer will power at this point, one sock on, the other sock was who knows where. Two all nighters, led you to this pageant beauty of a morning.

When you had woken up, you had realized the bed was empty, as your arm was splayed across Ignis’ side, yourself face down,mouth open, obviously snoring throughout your first night asleep in 48 hours.  Only to smell breakfast floating through the apartment, meaning Ignis was being the perfect little dear, and making you something to help your fried body and mind. When all you really wanted was for the man to come back to bed.

“Good morning.” Ignis called.

You managed at what you hoped was a good morning, your blurry vision leading you hopefully to the table. Collapsing into a chair, as you held your head, it felt like you had a hangover. A work hangover!

“Here you are, my love.” Ignis called, placing a large mug of Ebony tea before you.

“Thanks, Daddy.” Your fried mind managed to get out, as you picked up the cup. You watched Ignis’s eyes widen slightly, before he chuckled, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“After breakfast, why don’t we retire back to bed.”

You sipped your tea, “Perfect.”