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Sunny Days-chapter 12

Sunny Days- Masterlist

Summary- Sunny’s first few days at The Sanctuary

Word Count- 3K

Warnings- Smut and Language

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Negan established a routine for the two of them over the next few days. Setting a few boundaries and expectations for her would help her transition into her new life. He’d waked up early and quietly pick out an outfit for her, laying it on the foot of their bed. He’d gather dishes from the day before and leave them outside the office door in the hallway for someone else to deal with…they always disappeared before he returned. He’d dress and get ready in the office then leave and check in with the Saviors for the overnight reports. He’d make the rounds then end up in the cafeteria getting yet another tray set for two. By the time he’d make it back to their suite, she’d be dressed and ready for the day. He always looked forward to seeing how she looked wearing the outfits he chose.



Her second day, he set out a black garter belt, thigh highs, and some platform stripper heels he scavenged from a sex store. No panties. No bra. As he set the tray down, she walked out of the bathroom. She walked slowly with a little wobble every now and then, her hips swaying, naked breasts bouncing. Her dark hair pulled into a pony tail. Her pussy outlined by black lace. His dick went instantly hard. His mouth dry, wanting to quench his thirst between her legs.

Sunny walked towards him and gently pushed him down into the chair. “How do you like my outfit?”

“Fuck, princess. You look good enough to fucking eat. Turn around let me see that sweet fucking ass.” His fingers ran through his scruff. He shifted in his seat, his cock straining against his pants.

Sunny turned and peeked at Negan over her shoulder, watching his eyes darken as he drank in her body. She stepped back between his legs and lowered herself onto his lap, leaning back against his chest. She draped her legs over his, spreading herself on top of him. His hands immediately traveled over her body. One stopping at her breast squeezing the soft curve, pinching and pulling her nipple into a hard taut peak. The other skimmed down the flat plane of her torso, touching the intricate pattern of the lingerie before his fingers slid through the hair on her mound reaching her smooth wet slit. She moaned when he spread the wetness he found over her folds covering her delicate pink flesh up to her throbbing clit. He pinched the bundles of nerves causing her to arch and push herself into him. His fingers thrust into her wetness stretching her to accommodate the thick digits. Her hips rolled grinding her ass on his dick as his curved his fingers inside of her.

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Sequel: Bully Yoongi Ends Up Falling For You

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You sat in the library, reading some supernatural teen romance drama that had been checked out more times than the date log could count. You were completely immersed, but not immersed enough to ignore the sounds of giggles and snorts from the group of kids sitting at a table opposite of you, throwing paper balls at one another and playing music on their phones. Did they have such little respect for the only area in the entire school that required silence? Students began to leave the library to avoid them, but as you already had your filled quota of books checked out for an essay you were writing, the only way to read this sickeningly amazing novel was to stay within the library’s walls. So, you ignored them.

“Guys, please be silent.” The librarian whispered to them again. “If you don’t, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“But, we’re writing a paper,” you heard one of the boys say. Min Yoongi. Ugh, that boy annoyed the living hell out of you. “Are you seriously going to kick us out? We can’t meet up off campus after school. Are you really going to let us fail?”

Was he really guilt-tripping the sweet librarian? Surely, she wouldn’t fall for it. They hadn’t touched their assignment since they walked in there over forty-five minutes ago. The librarian frowned. “I-I suppose not.” She said before walking back to her desk regrettably. You shook your head and looked back at the pages. A few lines later, a paper ball flew in your direction, landing on the rounded table that you sat at. You jumped and looked up.

“Aye,” Yoongi said. Ugh. Why did he have to bother me? “Did you do the homework for fifth period? Let me borrow it,” he said obnoxiously loud.

“Do it yourself,” you hissed back. You rolled your eyes and went back to your book, only to have another paper ball thrown in your direction, this time hitting you square in the face. You huffed, looking up at them as they all laughed. You then realized you’d had enough, and gathered your things after deciding to leave the library—grabbing the wad of paper that he threw at you to throw away in the trashcan. You knew a hooligan like him wouldn’t think twice about not leaving his trash on the floor. As you left, you could still hear them laughing, presumably at you. Whatever, you thought. That kid’s gonna end up all alone with no one if he doesn’t get his act right.

Who would’ve thought that in a few years’ time, you’d be in this predicament?

You lay still on the bed—afraid that if you moved too much, your body would begin to tremble even worse than it was—as Yoongi kissed your neck, his large, warm hands wrapped around your hips. It had been two months since you two began dating, and this was the first time you were both guaranteed alone time. You both decided to utilize the time wisely. In mere minutes, his shirt was off, your skirt was pushed up, and your heart was racing. You were so ready to do this, after thoughts of being with him in such an intimate way had infiltrated your mind from the first time you two made out. He was ready. You were ready. Everything was in place. You would do this.

His teeth nipped at the skin on your collarbone and you flinched. He looked up.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

You sighed as you looked into his eyes. Those eyes that once were so cold towards you now looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing. You shook your head. “No… you just surprised me.”

He smiled and kissed your lips. “I love you, _______.”

I love you. Those words made your heart melt. Things had been difficult since you were tripped by a classmate and he’d taken care of you. Your relationship amongst school was assumed, but no one really talked about it. Instead of bullying you, kids said nothing to you—only stared, as if they were thinking, ‘how did she end up so lucky?’ Yoongi, however, received the same attention he always had. He was still popular. Everyone still loved him. Though, when it came to you, they didn’t acknowledge his relationship. And neither did you two. You two barely walked together or even spoke during school hours—in fact, you weren’t even entirely sure how people knew you two were dating. You walked home together and spent time either in the confides of your houses or out at date spots that the regular students in your class didn’t go to. You figured now was as good a time as any to mention that.

You shifted underneath him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yoongi, do you think… we can be more public about our relationship after today? I feel like we’re hiding.”

He looked at you for a moment before sighing. “People know we’re together.”

“I mean, yeah, but… we don’t kiss in public, or hold hands… we barely talk. It almost feels like we’re ashamed of each other.”

“But we’re not.” He said, his expression hardening.  He began to kiss your neck again, insinuating he wanted the conversation to end. You wanted to comply—his kisses were just so mesmerizing—but you weren’t finished talking.

“I mean… We can at least eat lunch together.” You suggested. He exhaled roughly as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. You could tell he was growing steadily annoyed.

“I told you, this is best for you. No one bullies you this way.”

“Do you really think people would bully me if you were to just kiss me in the hallway?” You asked him, folding your arms.

“I’m trying to keep assholes from messing with you. I know how they can be-”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” You mumbled. He squinted his eyes at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, besides the fact that you were the main one teasing me before we began dating. It’s not that big of a deal, Yoongi! Us being more open about our relationship won’t do anything but force people to look at what they already know exists. If people aren’t bullying me now, they sure as hell won’t bully me once we start actually speaking to each other. It’s like you’re ashamed of me or something!”

“I’m not ashamed of you.”

“Then act like it!” You practically yelled at him, you were growing so frustrated. You couldn’t believe something with such a simple solution was developing into such a heated argument. “I’m tired of just being your girlfriend when we’re guarded! I’d rather still be bullied by you than have you ashamed of me! Literally no one cares if we kiss in the hallways or not. The only person keeping us from being in public is you!” You were so upset. He was being so unreasonable. His expression hardened completely, and he looked at you with a face so filled with annoyance and exasperation that it almost shocked you. He got up and redid all of his clothing and grabbed his bag.

“Is that what you really want? For us to act like we never happened?” He asked.

“Of course, that’s not what I want.”

“When we started dating, it was understood that we’d keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“A minimum does not equate to not even acknowledging each other in public, Min Yoongi. You walk straight past me in the hallway without glancing at me once as if the night before you weren’t telling me how much you were in love with me. Why are you being like this? Just admit that you’re nervous about publically being with someone who you once hated.”

“I never hated you,” he clarified.

“I can’t tell! And with how much you clearly don’t want to be with me in public, I’m starting to question if you even love me!”

He looked taken back by your words, like he was extremely hurt. You wanted to put a guard up—he had no reason to be upset when he was the one who refused to show you off in the first place… but deep inside, you regretted what you’d said. He shook his head and headed for the door.

You sighed. “Where are you going?”

He glared at you with a look in his eyes that he hadn’t shown to you in months. A look of simple disgust. “Back to when I was just a dumbass and you were just a bitch.”

He left your vicinity, and soon you heard your front door close. And in those minutes, you didn’t move a muscle. You only sat there on your bed, clothes disheveled, eyes watering, and heart hurting.

He wasn’t lying. Things really were going back to the way they used to. You wanted to avoid seeing him again, but not because he was your bully, but because you loved him. And you missed him. And he’d hurt you with his words.

Things felt different now. You felt colder. Even when he wouldn’t hold your hand or wrap his arms around you, somehow you still felt his protection. Now, you felt the same emptiness you felt before you two were together. A loneliness that you’d forgotten.  A loneliness that you didn’t want back.

Some immature and naïve part of you hoped that Yoongi would show some extreme and romantic gesture of love for you—like grabbing your face and kissing you in front of everyone, complete with announcing that he did in fact love you, and that you were his and he was yours, and then you two would walk off together, hand in hand.

No such luck. You could feel the darkness around the room as you headed to first period, your class with Yoongi. Your head began to spin as you could see one of his best friends in the doorway talking to him, and while you couldn’t see Yoongi’s face yet, his presence alone was enough to fill you with horrible anxiety. You stood in the middle of the hall frozen. You couldn’t walk in there. You couldn’t look at him-

“Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?” You heard some guy grunt as he pushed you out of the way, thoroughly scaring you. He shuffled into the classroom, and you were shocked. Nobody had been that openly rude to you since… since before you and Yoongi were together.

Did he already tell people that you two were arguing? Did he tell them that you two… broke up?

Your feelings were hurt, and your vision soon became blurry with tears. And in that moment, you did something you hadn’t done before—you walked out of the school and on the way home, figuring it’d be easier to skip school and deal with the consequences rather than face him.

“How was your day?” He asked, holding your hand as you two crossed the street to get to your neighborhood. You sighed.

“Long. Tiring. Yours?” It had been a week since you two started dating. Things were still new, different… but exciting. You’d had boyfriends before, but never someone like Yoongi, someone who held such importance at your school. It was completely out of your element.

He smiled. “It was good. I still have to go to practice after this.”

“Oh! You can go ahead and go. I don’t want you to walk me all the way home, just to have to walk all the way back to-”

You were silenced by his kiss, quick and firm against your lips. He pulled away and smiled.

“I’m walking you home,” he said quickly before grabbing your hand again. You hoped that you weren’t too obviously dying from his quick peck. You continued your walk in a happy daze, walking slowly to lengthen the conversations, and keeping each other so close that there wasn’t a moment when your bodies weren’t touching. You were so happy. Things were so good.

Things were so simple just two months ago. Now, you weren’t even sure if he was still yours.

You spent your day at home. Your mother was still there when you walked back in at seven in the morning.

“What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” She asked. You weren’t sure what it was—maybe it was the concern on her face, or maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t hold your emotions in any longer. In mere seconds, tears began to pour out as you sobbed loudly, beckoning your mom over as she pulled you into a hug.

“You’re lucky you never miss school. I’ll allow you to skip just this once. But I don’t want you running from your problems in the future, okay?” Your mom said as she handed you a glass of water and sat down next to you at the kitchen table. You briefly explained your situation to her while wiping a few tears that slipped out every now and then. She sighed while wiping away a stray tear that you missed.

“Everything is so intense when you’re in love for the first time,” she said. “Don’t be too heartbroken, sweetheart. If he was too afraid to show your relationship in public, then it wasn’t meant to be in the first place. Just let things cool down between you two and let the initial emotions cease. You’re both too upset to talk coherently about it now. Give it a good few days, and if things are meant to work out, they’ll come together. Now, I have to leave for work. Do some studying while you’re here all day.” She kissed your forehead lightly before exiting out the front door, leaving you there in your solitude to bask in the heartache that you wish wasn’t there.

You woke up from a notification on your phone. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but you saw it was only 2:03 in the afternoon, and that school had just gotten out. The notification, from Facebook, told you that you had an inbox message.

Did you and Yoongi break up?

The message wrote from a girl you didn’t know. From her profile picture, you recognized her as one of the girls Yoongi hung out with. You filled with a strange emotion. So he was telling people that you two were over… ouch.

Did this mean that you two were irreconcilable? It had literally only been a day, and the ending of your relationship was ambiguous. Was he really done with you after one argument?

You didn’t really know how to respond. You didn’t want to say yes, because you didn’t want to accept it. And you didn’t want to say no, because there was nothing worse and more embarrassing than claiming to still be with someone when they’ve already announced that you two were over. So, instead, you erased the message, letting her leave whatever she wanted to the imagination.

“I don’t understand,” you said while in the principal’s office the next morning. “I haven’t missed a single day of school all year.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but the policy changed in late September. If you don’t have a doctor’s note for your ‘cold,’ that’s an automatic detention.”

It was literally the dumbest thing you’d ever heard. Were colds not common enough to be treated at home? Even though you were completely against the new policy, you felt guilty enough about skipping class to comply with the new system without complaining. Besides, the hardest part of your day wouldn’t be staying after school for two hours—it would be first period (which you were late to). This was the start of the second day since your breakup, and things were still just as painful. You couldn’t comprehend the pain that you felt—it wasn’t physical, yet it literally felt like your heart had been stomped on. If this was what heartbreak was, you didn’t want any part of it any longer. You took your detention slip and headed to first period, your head pounding as you did so.

When you walked in, the class grew silent. Everyone looked at you. While with Yoongi, your confidence had increased immensely with how much he called you beautiful, and you often found yourself wearing makeup or trying new styles with your hair. Today, it was completely appropriate to say you looked like shit.

But not Yoongi. Like always, he looked magnificent. His skin still radiated the same way. He still had this dangerous-yet-sweet look in his eyes, and the lack of emotion in his face hurt you. It was as if he hadn’t been dying the past few days like you had.

When the teacher called your name and asked why you were late to class, you informed him that you had to see the principal, causing an amusing shift in the class.

“Better stop skipping class,” one boy said jokingly. You weren’t even sure if he really knew the nature of you missing a day, but when a few students giggled at his statement, you were afraid that they knew. They were talking about you and they knew you were a mess.

And Yoongi didn’t even bother looking back to see if you were okay.

When school ended, you headed to detention while keeping to yourself. Your day had been awful. Yoongi avoided you completely, not even bothering to look at you. It was unlike any painful experience you’d ever felt. To avoid it, you pushed him and all thoughts surrounding him out of your mind. That was the plan, at least.

Students were scattered in the classroom that detention was in since no one was allowed to sit directly next to each other. As soon as you looked at the faces, however, you were nervous. Three girls sat near each other: one, the girl who sent you the message, two, a girl you recognized as someone who dated Yoongi sophomore year, and three, the girl who tripped you in the classroom two months ago, the reason you and Yoongi began dating. You heard that for the incident, she served two weeks of OSS and detention for the rest of the quarter. You didn’t believe it, but by how comfortable she looked in her desk, you assumed that it must be true.

They all stared at you with looks showing nothing but mild amusement and extreme annoyance. You took the farthest seat available from them.

Thirty minutes into detention, the instructor left to do whatever he had to do that was more important than monitoring a group of unruly high schoolers. The minute the door closed behind him, one of the girls, the one who messaged you, called your name.

“Hey,” she said while popping her gum loudly, “I know you saw my message yesterday. Did you and Yoongi break up?” You ignored her again. She snorted. “I’m taking that pathetic silence as a yes.”

“Be nice,” Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend said. “I mean, I feel bad for her. When you date someone so much more relevant than you, you, like, disappear to everyone else. Now she’s going back to being a nobody. Dating you must have been such a drag, though. It’s good that he dumped you when he did. Yoongi’s not that stupid, after all.” They laughed.

“He was stupid enough to date you,” you retorted, feeling angry. How were they so eagerly bullying you like this? What had you ever done to them?

They all laughed obnoxiously, although you knew they were all taken aback by your comment.

“Shut up,” she said. “I’m trying to sympathize with you. We’re both his exes now. Only difference is, he wasn’t too fucking ashamed of me to hold my hand in public.”

Goodness, that sentence took the breath out of you. You were completely speechless, and you could feel your eyes begin to burn. They cooed.

“Oh no! She’s crying!”

“I don’t care. She should’ve thought about that before she tried to get smart with me.” The instructor came back in quickly as he eyed the room.

With his reappearance, the room restored its silence, and you sat there trying not to let him see the tears falling onto your desk.

When detention was over, you bolted out. You couldn’t stand being in there with them anymore; you felt so small in their presence. Was he ashamed of you the entire time? You figured he was, but you didn’t want to believe it. Did the whole school pick up on something that you desperately wanted to deny?

When you were home, you could only run straight to your room and bury your head in your pillow, letting all of the emotions pour out. You felt awful. You felt broken. This was such a horrid experience, and the only thing that made it worse was that you wanted no one but Yoongi to comfort you.

The week grew longer, and the conversations grew louder. The jokes began again. The stares grew more intense. You were no longer under Yoongi’s protection.  The bullying was slowly coming back, and you could feel it.

Only this time, it was different. Before, you weren’t bothered too much. Outside of Yoongi’s asshole friends messing with you, everyone else avoided you. This time, everyone noticed you as a joke. You were the girl that Min Yoongi was too afraid to show off. You were the laughing stock of the entire school.

The three girls from detention regularly messed with you now, from shoving you in the hallway, to calling you names as you walked by. You couldn’t retaliate because you had nothing to say. They were completely right.

And Yoongi went back to how he was, only instead of bullying you like he used to, his silence tormented you. His isolation killed you. You wanted to hold him, and to kiss him, but you also wanted to yell at him and cry against him, and let him know how much you hated him for putting you through this, but also how he was the only boy you’d ever loved this much.

Friday approached. The end of the week, and you were beyond ready for the weekend. You exited your final class and headed out to your locker to retrieve the books you needed for homework. When you retrieved them, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey,” a guy said. One of Yoongi’s friends. You tensed up. Did Yoongi send him here to talk to you? “You okay?”

You gulped. He was also on the end of bullying you along with Yoongi back before you two started dating. Was he now being… nice to you?

“…I’m fine,” you said.

“Break-ups are hard, man.” He said, smiling sympathetically at you. “It’ll get better. Here, your backpack is unzipped,” he said after you put your books in there. He zipped it for you completely, and smiled nicely. “Have a good day!” He waved before leaving, and for the first distinguishable time that you knew of since the breakup, you smiled. Besides your teachers, you hadn’t been shown that much kindness this week. It felt nice to receive some form of kindness.

When you walked out of the school, you knew something was wrong. Something felt uncomfortable, and on your back you felt cold air hit you. You reached your hands backwards and could feel the wetness seeping from your backpack. You pulled it off quickly and retrieved the topless water bottle that was place upside down in your backpack, wetting all of your books and binders. You looked back and saw them standing there—the boy from your locker and the three girls—laughing at the mess.

Of course. Why should he show me any true kindness?

You hurriedly got off school property and headed home, ashamed and embarrassed. You didn’t want to deal with this anymore. Things weren’t like they were before you were with Yoongi; they were worse. You couldn’t take it anymore. You hated it.

You looked up when you almost bumped into someone standing right in front of you—Yoongi. It was then that you realized how horribly you were crying, and it was then you realized how much you missed him.

You were two houses down from your house, and instead of hugging Yoongi like you wanted to, you moved past him, wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“Talk to me,” he said as he strolled next to you.

“Stay away from me, Yoongi. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“That’s impossible. We have the same class.”

“You’ve ruined everything.” You said as you unlocked your front door.

“What did I ruin? A school reputation that you never had? A perfect school attendance that you messed up yourself?”

“You ruined me!” You screeched at him, feeling every ounce of emotion in your body pour out. You shook your head as more tears fell, and entered your home. Although you tried to slam the door behind you, he pushed it open and walked in, closing it behind him. “You’re trespassing.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“I have just had the worst week of my life because of you, Yoongi. The pain I feel right now is worse than anything I’ve ever felt—all because you were too fucking scared to really be with me!”

“Are you just gonna yell at me? ‘Cause if so, I can leave.”

“…Yes! Please leave! I don’t want you in my house!”

He huffed, and headed to your bedroom instead. “I’m not leaving until we talk.” He called. You were so horribly annoyed that you wanted to scream.

He lay on your bed with his back against your headboard and his legs folded. He looked extremely cute, but you were extremely pissed off.

“Yoongi, please go.” You said, wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. He stood up and went to you, attempting to wipe your tears. You smacked his hand away. “Go! Yoongi, leave! I hate you and I hate that I ever dated you! I wish I was a nobody again in that school. I would rather blend in with the lockers than be known as Min Yoongi’s neglected ex-girlfriend!” You sobbed, and he pulled you into the tightest, warmest hug as you cried against him. “Why couldn’t you just be with me openly? They’re so mean to me, Yoongi… Everyone is so mean to me, now.”

“I’m sorry,” he said lightly, holding you tightly. “I was scared. I didn’t want anyone to make fun of you… I thought it’d be easier if we left things the way they were. I thought they’d tease you more if they knew we were together.”

You looked up at him and smiled warmly. His features looked soft, and his eyes looked horribly regretful. “You don’t understand how bullies work,” you hummed.

“I’ve never been bullied, I’ve only…” His words trailed. You knew where he left off—that he’d only bullied other people. You nodded.

“I know. I wish we would’ve talked about it calmly.”

“I don’t want you to ever think that I was ashamed of you, ________. I could never be ashamed. I was afraid. I didn’t know how people would react to it. I mentioned that I was dating you to my friends briefly, but after that, I didn’t mention it. I figured that was all they needed. It didn’t even occur to me that they would be so mean to you if we broke up. I’m so sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you even tighter, and kissed your forehead. Reluctantly, you pulled away from his embrace. “That one guy that you hang out with, Chan, put a water bottle in my backpack upside down.”

He tsked, turning you around to see your wet backside. “I’ll kick his ass for that tomorrow.”

You laughed lightly and kissed his lips. You missed it so much. You tried to pull away, but he held you tighter, making you smile against his lips as your kiss grew more intense. He kissed your nose lightly and looked into your eyes. You could see the same fire and passion in his that you saw moments before you two had the argument. You wondered if he could see the emotions you were feeling, too.

He kissed your lips again, and this time, the kiss was hot and passionate. The direction had changed; the feeling had grew. You both wanted something more from this kiss. Yoongi gripped the tail of your shirt and pushed it upwards, and you eagerly wiggled out of it and placed your hands on the buckle of his jeans. He pressed closer to him, and you could feel his erection against your hip. It wasn’t the first time that you felt it—there’d been a few times while making out with him he’d gotten hard. But you knew this time was different.

He pulled away from the kiss and sighed regretfully while looking away from you. You felt the shift in his emotions.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.” He admitted. You smiled warmly and went over to your nightstand, pulling out a singular square packet.

“You left this here when you left Monday.”

His eyes practically lit up.

“Were you just gonna keep that?”

“Should I have approached you in first period in handed it to you?” You laughed. He shook his head and kissed you again.

“And let everyone think that we’re having sex?”

“I guess that won’t be a false statement in a few minutes, will it?” Your voice grew soft as you said those words, and the way Yoongi looked at you made your heart beat wildly in your chest. He pulled you into another deep kiss, and lay you back on your bed.

Clothes were discarded slowly and carefully. The kisses, once rough and fiery, developed into softer, longer, sweeter kisses. You were both naked now, and while you were initially insecure of having someone look at your bare body for the first time, the feeling subsided when you could see how much having you here turned Yoongi on.

“Your body’s so pretty,” he whispered to you while gazing at your body. You could feel yourself shaking. Feeling his eyes on you turned you on and made you nervous, but you were so excited for what was to come that the feelings swirling inside of you were masked with pure love and desire.

When he slowly entered you, you both let out a slow sigh as your fingers intertwined and your hips pressed together. The pain that you thought you would feel wasn’t there—only a deep, electric pressure that grew hungrier and happier the more he moved inside of you. He kept his fingers interlocked with yours as your bodies meshed together, your heartbeats matched, and your lips met each other’s.

Your moans grew in volume as he pressed deeper into you and buried his face into the soft skin on your neck. He left warm kisses there as he rubbed your hips. You were filled with so much love and desire in this one moment, more emotion than you’d ever felt in your life.

You were so embarrassed when you climaxed from how loud you were. You moaned out loudly, clenching against him and trembling. He soon followed from looking at you so immersed in ecstasy, and wrapped his arms around you as you both panted heavily, thinking of what just happened.

After a few moments of silence, he kissed your lips.

“Yoongi,” you looked him in the eye, “did you tell people that we broke up? Were you done with me, really?”

He exhaled and kissed you again. “No. Chan saw me upset the next day and asked if that’s what happened. I guess he figured that we’d broken up since I didn’t answer him… I don’t know. I didn’t want to say that we hadn’t broken up because I thought that you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be with me, either,” you sighed. He kissed your forehead.

“Not talking to you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.’

“I missed you so much,” you cooed, beckoning him to kiss you again. After staying still for a few moments, you looked at the clock on your dresser and sighed regretfully. “My mom gets off work in thirty minutes. You should go.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I should—unless you want your mom to kill me.”

You both got dressed—reluctantly. Yoongi strategically buried the condom in your trashcan so that your mom wouldn’t see, and kissed you goodbye on his way out.

“I’ll text you, okay?” He said while standing in the doorway. You nodded.

“Okay.  I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The weekend ended quickly. You spent more time with Yoongi after a date to get breakfast early Sunday morning. Once that ended, you both headed to his house, and things got heated so quickly that after you two were finished, you had to ask yourself what exactly had just happened.

As you walked to school Monday, you felt nervous. The entire weekend, you two never talked about school. You never talked about what would happen. After what had just happened between you two, you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to just being his part-time girlfriend. You wouldn’t be able to go back to blending in with the walls when he was around. You wanted all of him.

You went to first period and his seat remained empty. He normally was at least on campus by this time… was everything okay? He hadn’t texted you to let you know he’d be absent… was it something more serious?

While playing a few scenarios in your mind, you heard his voice as he came in and began to converse with your teacher. You gave a silent sigh of relief while seeing them standing there. So far, no one had said anything to you, as if the drama from last week had ceased fire. You felt better immediately, but nothing felt better than seeing your boyfriend standing there so handsomely and knowing that he was yours again.

As if reading your mind, he looked over to you and smiled. You noticed a few students in the class eyeing his gaze at you, but you were too immersed in his beautiful smile to worry about their opinions. You waved lightly, and he began to walk over to you.

“Hey,” he said, leaning onto your desk. You felt nervous for some reason.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to talk to you.”  He shrugged. You gulped.

“Here?”

“Yes, here. You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? So, did you sleep well last night?”

You could only smile brightly. “Does this… does this mean no more… hiding?”

He smiled warmly and pulled you into a sweet kiss, and you could literally feel the eyes burning holes into the back of your head. When your lips were no longer connected, he kissed your forehead. “I can’t hide how much you mean to me anymore. You deserve better. So, I’ll walk you to your classes, and we’ll hold hands while doing so. I’ll kiss you goodbye and publically display my affection for you, because you mean more to me than these assholes at this school, and I’d rather be with you than pretend to not be with you for the sake of their comfort. I love you too much for that.” He said matter-of-factly. The warmth in his voice made you want to cry. This is exactly what you wanted and what you needed from him. You pinched his cheek.

“I love you, too.”

“I’ll see you after class, okay?” He said after pinching your nose in retaliation.

You nodded. “Okay.”


So, here it is, guys! three days, thirteen pages and almost 6000 words later, here’s the sequel that you all voted for! did you like it? honestly, it gets harder and harder writing these bully scenarios. if someone were trying to bully me i’d just fight them lmao. i hope you all enjoyed it!

Hit It (Iwaizumi x Reader)

Team: Seijoh

Character: Hajime Iwaizumi

Request: Can I get a nsfw scenario with jealous iwaizumi  thank you! -Anon

Warnings: Language, nsfw

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I’m sorry this took so long to complete! I’m currently in school so it’s difficult to juggle my priorities around :(

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“Why don’t you just ship Dorian/Adaar if you want to ship Dorian with a qunari?”

[Note: This is a reaction to an Adoribull-critical post I saw and is not at all meant to be critical of Adaarian. It is simply why I personally prefer Adoribull to Adaarian.]

Coupla reasons.

I personally can’t really get into fic about Inquisitor pairings, because everyone writes them wildly differently.

Dorian “I look good in rope” Pavus is canonically into bondage. Bull is canonically a dom. Sexual compatibility, w00t!

Dorian and Adaar rarely actually talk about their racial/societal differences. Bull and Dorian talk about them a lot. And the differences between Adaar and Dorian are less pronounced than those between Bull and Dorian. Bull is a proper Qunari, born and raised under the Qun by Tamassrans, and a spy who fought against Tevinter forces on Seheron. Adaar is a Vashoth, born outside the Qun and raised in the Free Marches by his biological parents. They are not equivalent just because they’re both big guys with horns. The “conflict” between Tevinter mage and a Vashoth (who may himself be a mage) is far less of one and more one-sided than of that between a Tevinter mage and a Ben-Hassrath agent and veteran of Seheron.

But while Dorian and Adaar have fewer serious differences than Dorian and Bull, they don’t have nearly as much in common as Dorian and Bull have. Bull is the product of centuries of breeding. Dorian is the product of centuries of breeding. Neither felt like they could live up to the standards their society set for them. Both are learning that not being able to live up to those standards doesn’t mean they failed, it means their societies suck and they were too good for them. Adaar was raised by parents who loved him and he becomes the most powerful religious and political figure in all of Southern Thedas. Bull and Dorian are much more similar in upbringing and stage of life than any other possible pairing in the Inquisition.

Also, Bull and Dorian are both from societies that have messed up views on sex and relationships. Emotional connections are considered superfluous and sex is a service others perform for them. It’s a lot more interesting to me to read about the two of them trying to figure it out together than it is to read about someone from a loving family trying to be patient with a boyfriend who gets mad when they get him a really thoughtful gift.

Plus, being with any Inquisitor, including Adaar, would mean Dorian would inevitably be forced into the spotlight of high society, something he was all too happy to leave behind in Tevinter. Look at Dorian in the Winter Palace– no one is talking to him. Cullen has admirers fawning all over him, but Dorian is the “evil Tevinter mage” and is given a wide berth. He tells the Inquisitor that he half expects his mother to show up and drag him out by the ear, that it’s making him “homesick” because the only difference from a Tevinter ball is the lack of blood magic rituals. He enjoys the food and wine, but I’m pretty sure he would be happy never to have to attend another ball in official Inquisition capacity ever again.  

And personally, I think Dorian “wants” to go back and fix Tevinter about as much as Bull “wants” to stay under the Qun. They both feel obligated to their shitty societies because they’re both stubbornly idealistic about them, even as critical as they can be of them. Having Bull go Tal-Vashoth and hooking him up with Dorian (who explicitly says that Bull is the reason he’s staying with the Inquisition) is in my opinion the best thing for both of them. Bull gets to keep the Chargers (who are his real family), and no one can accuse Dorian of social climbing. I see Dorian’s relationship with Bull as Dorian finally letting go of all the baggage Tevinter gave him and ultimately letting go of his feelings of obligation to it. Better to stay with the Inquisition with his “nobody” ex-Ben-Hassrath, Tal-Vashoth boyfriend than be “inspired” by his messianic boyfriend (qunari or otherwise) to try and single-handedly fix the mess of a homeland that made him miserable.

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LMWC - NO.05 - I Just Cannot Have You Yet

Warnings: no warnings included

“Who are you?” Louis finally managed, the hands sliding up and down his sides. Louis could barely concentrate on forming a sentence. “How… how do you know so much about, me?”

“Not now, little one.” The voice laughed. He pressed a tiny kiss behind Louis’ ear, practically making Louis purr. “The evening has barely begun. All will be revealed in good time.”

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"Come and dance."

  • Send me “Come and dance” for my muses reaction to yours taking their hands and pulling them onto the dancefloor

x`  — Vivaldi was having another one of her balls and Alice was standing by the corner, watching as everyone else danced and had fun. She had already danced around with some of the role holders and now the outsider was having a small break. But when Peter appeared in front of her and eagerly took her hand, Alice in a reflex manor, dig her heel against the floor and stopped him. “Peter, ask before you start pulling!” She sighed, feeling a bit annoyed. Then when she saw his face, the blonde looked away. “But fine…but only one dance” ]