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Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush

Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 






I’d rather not say/enter here:


Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other





THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.




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Boy’s Night: ReggiexReader! Mini Fic Part 1

hey guys! here’s another reggie oneshot :) feedback in my ask would be appreciated! edit: i decided to make this into a mini fic so if you want a part 3 with smut, lemme know!

Summary: Drunk Reggie texts when he’s at the bar with the bulldogs!

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol.


Originally posted by nooowestayandgetcaught

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anonymous asked:

And what about nsfw-fluff, something of Stiles tired of his fail relationships? He wants someone love him for real. And older!derek looking for someone who doesn’t want him for his money.

I honestly had a lot of trouble thinking of something for this one, so this is kinda short and probably not as smutty as your prompt was hinting at?? But here ya go. 1300 words, rated E.

P.S. I know people on tumblr mobile have been having difficulties with the Read More not working on my fics, but I’m leaving this one in there b/c of the nsfw stuff.


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It’s a [Tinder] Date!

Summary: Natasha convinces Steve to get Tinder. In Queens, Peter does the same to you. 

Word Count: 6,442

Warnings: None.

A/N: I’m re-posting this one because I love it and yeah, hope you guys enjoy it!

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

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Moodboard and prompt by my love @rudeboywonho 

Jooheon x reader

Warnings: Smut ahead, dirty talking

Word count: 6.1k

A/N: there will be more one shots in this universe <3

@baebae-goodnight enjoy darling.

I wake to the sound of my alarm sounding at a deafening volume early Friday morning. The sun’s rising with me as I stretch my arms above my head, bargaining with every imaginable higher power known to man for just five more minutes of beautiful sleep. And then I’m met with another sound from my phone. I quickly roll to my side and unlock it.

Jooheon - Aug 11 07:28 AM: Any exciting plans for the weekend?

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Simon Imagine - The meeting (mentions of Joe Sugg, Dan and Phil, etc)

REQUESTED:  “Hi!! I have a quite different imagine request but one where y/n is a beauty you tuber who lives in america and has a beauty release or something like that “think zoella” and her and Simon have been dating for a while and he surprises her at her product launch party”

The minute I entered the room a giant smile erupted over my face. Everything looked beautiful. The polished wooden floors were sprinkled entirely with glitter, sparkles and confetti, leaving my heels completely covered in a coating of shine. Over every wall were photos, polaroids, all from the several shoots I’d done in the past few years building up to this very moment. Pastels and neons, metallics and glitters, the entire room screamed colour, and it was very reflective of the way I felt in this very moment. I could not believe the job that had been done, and as I thanked everyone I was ecstatic; nobody could have done a better job of promoting the launch of my first ever beauty range.

It wasn’t long before people started arriving. I stood at the door for a while, welcoming those I had not yet met, admiring the clean city streets of London whilst I did so. The entire atmosphere was worlds apart from what I was used to back in LA, and I couldn’t help but feel like I knew which one I preferred. London was smaller, more comforting, less dramatic - there was a definite home vibe to it, and it was massively enjoyable.

“You must be Y/n, right? This event is incredible congratulations!” 

I turned around at the mention of my name, and was instantly greeted face to face by Zoe Sugg, the woman who had inspired me most to construct this event. I felt the blood rush from my face.

“Oh my gosh, Zoe! Thank you so much!”

“Aw it’s okay! Come on, let’s go inside, you shouldn’t be missing out on all the fun!”

I complied politely, taking her arm and walking through the hallway towards where my event was taking place. Inside everybody had arrived. There were youtubers everywhere, taking photos, vlogging, testing out the products lined up along the stands and tables. Zoe turned her head towards me.

“Have you tried anything from the sweet table yet?”

“There’s a sweet table?” I asked, astonished. Her face softened into a humoured smile and I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty.

“Yeah, I thought I as much. I know when you’re planning these things it’s hard to actually experience them. Let’s go get food!”

She tugged on my arm slightly, taking me in the direction of where three tables stood consecutively. Each one was decorated in different types of confectionery; jars of brightly coloured sweets, plates of cupcakes, bowls of marshmallows and chocolates. I picked up a mason jar of pink lemonade as Zoe pulled me over to her group of friends.

“Y/n, I want you to meet Alfie, Joe, Louise, Dan and Phil. Guys this is Y/n, the creator of this event and it’s products.” 

I was greeted with a chain of hellos and hugs, and it occurred to me how attractive the British vloggers truly were. I sipped on my straw to suppress my nerves as I made small conversation. I had met so many lovely new people tonight, and yet still there was one left; Simon Minter. I had met him over twitter, and skype, and facetime and Snapchat and every other social media currently existing, however face to face was still yet to happen. Despite our lack of actual human interaction I felt hugely attracted to the boy, something that was no secret to my fans and followers, who had been tweeting me since sunrise asking if today would be the day of our meeting. Secretly I had been hoping for months that it would - I was desperate to see him, hear his voice without the robotic alterations, touch him for the first time. Even my managers were keen, set on the fact that the presence of someone with that large of a following would do nothing but good for the sales of my products. However, realistically, a place as pink and glorified as this would be no place for a fifa youtuber. I tried to shake this thought in order to keep up my high spirits.

“So Y/n, what made you decide to host your event in London, why not LA?” Dan asked with genuine interest. 

“It’s where most of my following is,” I smiled. “And I’ve always wanted to visit anyway, so it seemed to make sense.”

“Ah. Yeah it’s a decent area!”

“Does that desire to visit correlate in anyway with a certain Fifa youtuber? Someone who’s name perhaps rhymes with Dimon?”

I blushed as everybody laughed at Joe’s comment. “There is that, I suppose. May I ask how you know of mine and Simon’s interactions? Big fan of my Q&A’s?”

“Well of course Y/n!” Joe laughed, a flirt of light hearted mockery laced in his voice. “Although it definitely helps that I’ve been blessed with the privilege of playing cards against humanity with the Sidemen, so I’m pretty clued up on the extent of your relationship, actually.”

My face heated as I squirmed. “I won’t ask anymore on that one!”

“Probably for the best.”

The conversation continued for a while. Louise complimented me on my dress, Dan and Phil quizzed me on my life and I tested out some of my scrubs and moisturisers on Joe’s face. As I l talked, my eyes turned to Zoe and Alfie, who were whispering just beside me, Alfie’s eyes down at his phone. I raised an eyebrow as Zoe looked up at me.

“You know what Y/n, I think you and I should go and take some photos in the photobooth.”

“Um, sure..?” Her spontaneity threw me off slightly as she took my arm once again, speed walking me out of the room. There’s a photobooth too now??

“And here we are!”

I admired the golden machine, my name sprawled on the side in large, sparkly letters.


“It’s pretty, isn’t it.” She smiled. “And talking of pretty, you look amazing, so get your bum in there first!”

I smiled. Someone like Zoe was impossible to say no to. She watched me eagerly, Alfie not far behind as I pulled back the red curtain..

“Oh my God!”

Sat on the swivelling stool inside was none other but Simon. He looked outstanding, all clad in a black and white suit, his collar opened slightly missing a tie. His hair was still red toned, and it looked surprisingly good as he climbed out of the machine and picked me up off of the ground. 

“Hello Y/n.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was much deeper than what I was used to, although still just as soft and comforting, especially whilst blessing the syllables of my name. My cheeks ached from grinning.

“Simon! I didn’t think you’d be here!” 

“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I didn’t exactly think face masks and bath bombs were your thing, funnily enough.”

“Hey, you don’t know my lifestyle.” He joked, and I smiled.

“Very true, I don’t.” He released me from his arms. “But I’d like to.”

“Well, if ever there was a moment I was more sure of wanting you to find out, I think it’s this one.” My cheeks heated for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight as Simon held me at arms length, his eyes scanning up and down my body, focusing on the curves of my silky red dress. “You look..incredible, Y/n.”

“And you, Simon.”

We stood for a second, just watching eachother. I paid particular attention to his eyes and their deep blue pigment. He looked younger in real life, his face fresher, a lot brighter without the dim of a computer screen in front of it. I felt zoe touch both our arms.

“Right you two love birds, let’s go back to where the party’s at, come on!”

We both grinned as her and Alfie shuffled ahead.

“11 million subs just touched my arm. I’m gassed.” Simon whispered, and I hit his arm playfully.

“Aren’t you used to it? You live with the KSI.” I quizzed him as we walked along.

“Oh trust me Y/n, 15 million subscribers touches you in a very different way.”

Roommates: Part One

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Summary: Reader is a ghost that lives in Tom Holland apartment and Tom doesn’t believe in ghosts. Or does he? Let’s play with a Ouija board like all stupid 21 year olds do and find out. 

Warning: Rape mentions, swearing, death, spooky shit, dont play with ouija boards (especially while drunk)

Words: 2k

Special thank you to @axolotlnerd for betareading this for me. <3

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online dating- h.s imagine

As Harry stared at his computer screen, he felt as if the website was taunting him. As he was about to click on the “Sign up today” button, he took his hand away from the mouse. Harry groaned loudly as he put his head into his hands. He blames Louis and Niall. They’re the ones that put the thought in his head that he had to be with someone.

Harry plopped down in the middle of couch between Niall and Louis. Both of them were texting on their phones. Harry grabbed the remote and pressed the play button as he grabbed a handful of popcorn. “So what’s the plan for tonight, boys?” Harry managed to ask while he was scarfing down the popcorn.

Louis and Niall exchanged a look before Niall settled more into the couch. “Um. We’re just going to Mia’s for dinner.” Niall said as he locked his phone.

Harry stared at the movie playing in front of them. “That sounds cool. What time are we going?” Louis cleared his throat, “8.”  Harry nodded, oblivious to how quiet Louis and Niall have gotten about the conversation, “Should I arrange a car?”

Niall sighed as he reached over and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. “Actually mate, me and Lou are going on a double date.”

Harry squinted his eyes and nodded his head as he took another bite of popcorn, “That’s fine. Maybe I can call Liam.”

“I don’t think he would want to hang out after being from the states. Probably wants to hang with Bear and Cheryl…” Louis said as he scratched the back of his ear. Harry hummed in agreement. “I suppose I can find something to do tonight.”

Niall sighed, “Mate, we’re worried about you.”

Harry looked over at Niall with a perched eyebrow, “What could you possibly be worried about?”

Quietly Louis said, “It’s just been a while since you’ve been with anyone.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, about to respond before Niall continued, “We worry that you might be lonely.”

Harry chuckled as he placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table and sat upright, “Just because I’m not with anyone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.”

Niall nodded his head as he too sat upright, “We know it’s just that everyone’s been moving on. Liam and Lou with their kids. I’ve found someone I can potentially see a future with. And you…”

“Just moved into this amazing apartment” Harry interrupted.

Louis nodded as he patted harry’s back, “Yes. You got this sick new apartment. But wouldn’t it mean more if you could share it with someone?”

Harry would never admit it but Louis and Niall did manage to get into his head. He does notice out of all his friends, they all have someone to come home to. They’re getting ready for the next chapter of their lives. It does get lonely whenever his couple friends are hanging out without him.

Now, here he was, signing up for an online dating profile. Harry’s always thought online dating was scary but he thought if he was set out to settle down with someone, it would’ve happened by now. After setting up the basic details about his profile: A decent picture, age, location, likes, dislikes…Now came the hard part.

Harry mumbled to himself as he read out what the link said, “Write something about yourself.” Harry sighed as he placed his fingers on the keyboard.

Hi I’m Harry. Just on here seeking someone I could potentially have a future with.

Harry shook his head no. Have a future with? He couldn’t possibly put that thought into someone’s head before they even met.

An awkward man who loves The Notebook, avocados, and

Harry scolded at himself. What? Is he purposely making people turn away from his profile?

Just a loser that’s peer pressured by his friends.

Harry chuckled to himself. That IS why he’s here but he can’t write that. Harry let out a sigh. Who knew this could be so hard? Finally, Harry thought if he was potentially finding that special someone, he should be himself.

Hello, my name is Harry. I’m on here because it’s time I get serious about my life. I want to find someone who will watch rom-com with me while eating avocados and someone who will bake banana bread with me. Someone who values friends and family. Without mine, I don’t know where I would be. Sorry if I come off as forward, that’s just who I am. Thank you for reading this mess of a caption. Have an amazing day. xx

Harry reread it about ten times before he sighed and clicked the “save” button. That’s the best it’s going to get. Once his page was set up, the website started suggesting to him which profiles to get a better look at. “And here we go” Harry thought out loud as he clicked on the fist page he saw.

Looking for something fun.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose as he moved on to the next page.

I’m just on here to see if my boyfriend made a profile.

“Really?” Harry thought as he shook his head.

Taken but that’s what makes this interesting.

Harry screamed out in frustration. He mentally debated whether or not he should just delete his profile before he clicked on the next page.

My name is Y/N. Originally I created this profile with my friends because we loved making fun of people’s bold and humorous profiles but after seeing how so many of my friends are getting married and being asked to be a  bridesmaid for the fifth wedding; it made me think that maybe I should be putting myself out there. I always hated meeting people online. I hate how times have changed. I would rather meet someone at a bar. I would rather read an actual book than read it on my phone. I like the feeling of having an actual CD in my hands. I don’t know, maybe I’m just too old school. But it’s who I am.(:

“She even ended her caption like how I ended mine..” Harry thought. He then began looking at your pictures more closely. There were pictures of you on holiday at places like New York, Paris, and Italy. There were pictures of you, sure enough, reading a book. Harry chuckled to himself. As he clicked on the next picture, he let out a gasp. He already knew looking at your pictures you were beautiful but as he looked at this particular photo of you laughing while looking away from the camera, he knew you were absolutely gorgeous.

Harry sighed as he gave himself a pep talk as he clicked on the little “Send a message” button. Harry began to type:

Hello Y/N. I’m Harry.

i’m back! lol this was such a cute little thing to write. def let me know what you guys thought!

“Grew apart”

It has been two years since you moved away from your hometown Riverdale and left your three best friends – Betty, Jughead and Archie, behind. Now you are back in town, feeling like everything has changed. 

Warning: none 
Jughead/Archie/Betty x Reader

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Park // Colby Brock

Prompt: Im too lazy for one …. :)

Warning: Swearing, cuteness

A/N: Please leave requests :)


She was so gorgeous. Here I am laying next to literally the perfect girl and I dont even have the balls to ask her out. She was totally my type and literally everything about her is just so perfect.

She’s gorgeous, sarcastic, funny, and so many other things. Nothing can describe how perfect she is. I was supposed to film with Sam but I forgot and I’m guessing he did too. He also I guess rescheduled the midnight game for another night.

I sighed and stood off the couch and turned off the TV. I picked up Y/N bridal style and carried her to her room.



I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up looking around my room. I stood up from my warm bed and dragged myself down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sam looked up from his phone. He was sat at the kitchen counter as Colby was looking around in the fridge.

“Morning Sam.” I rubbed my eyes once again. “Where is everyone else?”

“Work and other things.” Colby answered but didn’t bother to look at me as he grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge. “The normal thing that adults do you knoww.”

“Oh.” I replied simply. “Is there any coffee?”

“Uh yeah Elton just made a fresh pot, it’s over there.” Sam pointed in the direction of it.

I poured myself a mug of hot black coffee and took a sip. “You don’t add sugar or anything?” Colby asked with a look of disgust on his beautiful face.

“Nope.” I shake my head and sat in the seat across from him.

“I am going to Kat’s today and Colby is going where ever he’s going, are you okay with being here alone for awhile?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I nodded and took another sip of the warm beverage.

“Okay. Elton is probably staying at Amanda’s and I doubt Corey will be home until late tonight so you’ll have the house to yourself.”

“That’s great, I get to binge watch some shows.” I grin but really I just wanted to be alone do I could cry. Something I haven’t done in a little while

“By some shows do you mean Teen Wolf perchance?” Colby asked and I nodded.

“I was planning on watching American Horror Story.” I said. “But Teen Wolf seems morr appealing.”

“Okay well, we’ll seen you later.” Sam said and Colby kissed the top of my head before following Sam out.

“Yep.” I nod. “See ya. Have fun at Kat’s and you too with whatever you’re gonna be doing Colby.

“He’s probably gonna masturbate all day.” Sam said and my nose scrunched up in disgust.

“That’s gross, Sam.” I cringed.

“Very. But also a little true” Colby agrees.


Sam and Colby left about an hour ago and I was all ready to just lay on the couch and watch Teen Wolf but my phone rang.

(Italics: Gwen / Bold: Colby)



What do you want, Colb?

Why so grumpy?

I was ready to watch a show but you interrupted me.

Well, I’m bored and have nothing else to do or go alone soooooo come onnn

Fine, are you picking me up?

Yeah. Be there in an hour.



I hung up and jumped off the couch. I ran up the stairs and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.

I put on my normal makeup and some red lipstick then grabbed a fast outfit. {Above} I left my hair down in its natural waves and headed down the stairs. I still had about 30 minutes until he got here.

I’m here. I looked at the text and smiled. I grabbed my purse off the couch and walked out the door. I opened the passenger door and slid in.

“So, what are we doing?” I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.

“I was thinking maybe we can just go to a park or something. I haven’t been to one in awhile.

“Okay.” I nod and he drives away and off to the park.


“This is gorgeous.” I say in awe as I look around the park. There was a huge gorgeous lake next to it as well.

“I know I love it here.” Colby smiled and dragged me over to the swings.

I threw my flannel onto the ground and sat on the swing. “Can you push me?” I turned to Colby and he nodded and began to push me softly.

Soon I was pretty high and the wind was blowing my long hair around.

“So Y/N, tell me about yourself.” Colby continued to pump his legs but looked at me with his beautiful eyes. You and Colby had only started talking like this about a week ago and it was great.

“What do you want to know?” I asked and turned my head towards him.

“mmmm favorite things, passions, everything.” He smiled at me.

“Uhm I really like to read, I love music, one of my passions is most definitely acting or singing. I used to do a lot of plays in high school and I loved it.” I say. “Oh and my favorite color is probably black or navy blue.”

“You like to act?” He asked.

“Yeah uh, I like to pretend to be someone I’m not because it makes me forget how shitty my life is and I can live in the persons life that I am acting as.” I say.

He hummed in response and rubbed his chin. “What?” I ask as I noticed the weird look he was giving me.

“Oh nothing.” He smirked and jumped off the swing.

I watched as he pulled out his phone and began taking photos of me. I squealed and cover my face and I jumped off the swing and crashed into him.

His phone fell and so did we. “Well that was fun.” I laughed and looked down at Colby who was under me.

“If you call breaking every bone in my body fun.” He groaned and I Laughed, standing up and putting my hands out to help him up.


About an hour passed and Colby had already hurt himself about 5 times. I loved watching him fall off of everything around him.

“Shit.” I heard and turned to see Colby on the mulch. I laughed and held my hand out to help pull him back onto the play set.

“Alright I think we both have enough scrapes. Let’s go home now.” I said and he groaned, shaking my hand up and down since he never let it go when I helped him.

“Nooooo.” He whined.

“Yes come on.” I intertwined our fingers and dragged him to the car.

He groaned the whole way but once we got to the car we let go and got in. The whole way home we listened to music and danced.

Being with Colby made everything better. He was the one thing that could get my mind off of my dead family. I looked over and him and smiled to myself.

When we got home Elton fired questions at us, well mainly me.

“Where were you?” “Why didnt you guys call?” “I thought you were kidnapped since I know you dont leave the house alone.”

“Elton I’m fine, I was with Colby all day.” I assured him.

“Jesus did you guys beat each other up? You’re all covered in bruises.” Elton examined my legs. I looked down and back up.

“Yeah Colby likes to beat me.” I smirked and Colby started explaining what actually happened.

Elton nodded and I started up the stairs. “Wait Y/N. Do you want to film a video?” Elton stopped me.

“What kind of video?”

“We’re gonna go to suicide bridge. You down?”

“Yeah I guess.” I shrugged and went upstairs so I could shower and change.

When I was finished getting ready {outfit above} in warm clothes since I knew I’d get extremely cold later tonight I went and laid on Colby’s bed, waiting for him to shower.



I got out of the shower and walked yo my room with the towel on my waist. When I entered I saw Y/N curled in a ball. She must’ve fallen asleep waiting for me.

I smiled at her and quickly got dressed while she slept. “Wake up!” I yelled and jumped on her when I was fully dressed.

She screamed and kicked up, hitting me in the balls. I doubled over and fell on the floor in pain. “Shit Colby I’m so sorry!” She said and fell on the ground next to me.

“Kiss it and make it feel better?” I said with my eyes still squeezed shut.

“You wish.” She said and kissed my cheek instead of my balls.

“Yes I do wish.” I winked in pain.

“shut up.” She laughed and waited.

When my balls finally felt like they weren’t in my stomach she helped me up and dragged me down the stairs and to where Elton and everyone me as waiting for us.

“Were you guys fucking? We heard loud noises.” Sam smirked.

Gwen’s nose scrunched up in disgust and she shook her head. “I fell asleep waiting for him and he jumped on me and scared me so I accidentally kneed him in the balls.”

“Yeah accidentally.” I joked and rolled my eyes playfully.

“I can do it again if you’d like.”

“No please.” I put my hands over my jeans to protect me against any sudden blows.

“Alright you guys ready?” Elton asked as he picked up his camera. The room filled with “yes” and we all walked out to Elton’s car.


Once we got there Elton sat up his camera and we filmed the intro. While we filmed the into Y/N stood between me and Sam with her head down.

Y/N held onto the Ouija board with one hand and the other was laced with mine. Her hand was cold and she was shaking. I didn’t know if it was from fright or she was just cold but either way I held her close to me.

This was our third time being here and I felt as though out of us all Corey and Y/N would be the most scared.

“I know we’re descending into hell right now but 30,000 likes and Y/N and Colby will kiss” Elton smirked behind the camera.

“No we won’t.” Y/N denied and flipped Elton off. I wouldn’t mind kissing her but I also didnt want that to be our first kiss.

On the way down we saw a car and heard a few things. Y/N held onto me tightly but didn’t say she was scared to anyone. The last thing she said since the camera came out was her telling Elton no about the kissing thing.

“Ouch!” I heard Y/N screeched and I turned to her with concern. There was a cut in the middle of her hand and it was bleeding.

“Shit Y/N what happened?” Elton rushed over to her.

“I’m not sure.” She said snd showed the camera her hand. “Damn that hurt.” she laughed it off.

“Alright well if you’re okay then let’s get to our spot.” she nodded and we all continued our way.



We played the Ouija board and after a few questions we got to one asking if we were gonna die tonight.

“Fuck.” I groaned as I felt something go down my face and onto my lip. I was behind Elton since I didnt wanna play. I looked up and seen that Sam’s nose was bleeding.

“Guys?” I asked and they all turned to me. Elton’s flashlight went onto me and I wiped my nose and there was blood on my fingers.

“What the hell!” Colby rushed over to me and looked at my nose. “What happened?”

Everyone was freaking out and I was pretty calm, even though my nose was all bloody. Sam was pretty calm as well. Elton handed me something and I cleaned myself up.

After awhile of them freaking out and playing the game we all decided we would go to sleep. It was Amanda next to Elton and then Sam then Corey.

I sat up with Colby since I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I never sleep.

Colby soon passed out and I just stood on the wall with my head against it and eyes closed.

“What the fuck!” Corey shot up and was yelling over and over. We all looked at him with confusion as he explained that someone pulled his blanket.

“Guys can we leave?” I asked and grabbed Colby’s hand for protection. He held me close and looked at Elton asking if we could leave.

They all nodded and got the equipment and began running. We finally got to the top and made out way to the car. Once we got there we did the outro and went on our way home.

Mixology - A Dirty Twist (M)

Monsta X Fanfiction

Pairing: Hyungwon X Reader

Words Count: about 6.5k

Warnings: Smut, Alcohol, Swearing with a dash of SMUT.

Part 1 of the Mixology collab series

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“Please” your friend Nicole pleads. Trying to convince you to leave the cosy confines of your apartment to go to a club. Everyone is talking about ‘Rush’ -the new hotspot. But you’re instantly suspicious the minute she asks you to go. She hates clubbing as much as you do.

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Old Wild Eyes

By Nic Stone

The first time I saw Old Wild Eyes, I’d just left the library. Late night. Clear sky. Only the brightest stars visible above the glare of all the campus lights, but it was enough for me. I’d been in the basement archives for hours, kissing Charlie Taylor until our lips swelled and tongues went numb. He was on a work-study shift down there and couldn’t walk me back to the dorm, but it was fine.

I’d never met anyone like Charlie. He was wildly popular, but a goofball—the type of guy who’d cue up Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough on a diner jukebox and bust out a dance routine (this is what he did to get my attention). Yeah, people warned me that he was bad news, and there were times I wasn’t really sure how he felt about me. But when he’d slip his rough hands beneath the hem of my shirt and pull me close to kiss me, all my questions about him would turn to vapor.

When I got to the dorm building after that night in the archives, there was a man at the top of the steps. Faded black pinstriped suit with a long coat, sitting just to the left of the main entrance with his legs tucked up to his chest and his forehead resting on his knees. Ashen, dark brown skin and long, messy dreadlocks that looked more like a consequence of his circumstances than a deliberate hairstyle decision.

He was knocked out.

I had some food in my bag—a sandwich and some chips from the dining hall that’d been shoved out of consciousness the moment I stepped into the library basement and Charlie grinned at me—so I approached the man intending to just leave it beside him. He’d be kicked off campus the moment some white girl caught sight of him and called security, but at least his stomach wouldn’t be empty.

I sat the stuff down, but when I stood back up, he was looking at me.


I twisted my rings and tried to hold his gaze like Daddy taught me (“Look people in the eye, honey bee.”).

But I couldn’t. He made me too uneasy. His eyes were Old and Wild like he’d lived a thousand years and seen too many things.

They were too familiar.

I looked away. “Thought you might be hungry,” I said, staring at the glass door where I could see both him and me reflected.

He just beamed. A smile that cracked his whole face open and let nothing but joy spill out. He looked the way I felt the first time Charlie told me I was beautiful. Like nothing could possibly bring him down.

I turned back to him. Forced my nervous eyes back only his Old Wild ones. I served in a local soup kitchen one the third Saturday of every month, so maybe that’s where I’d seen him before? Because I’d clearly seen him before.

“Have we met?” I said.

He didn’t respond. Just dropped his gaze to my lips and those Old Wild Eyes filled with… awe. And then hunger.

Another flash of uncomfortable recognition, and I couldn’t take anymore.

“You have a lovely evening, sir.” And I swiped my ID and slipped inside the building.


When I woke up the next morning, there was an envelope on the floor near my dorm room door. It had my name on it. Though still shaken from the encounter with Old Wild Eyes, part of me lit up at the thought of Charlie sneaking into my building in the middle of the night to deliver a note he’d written with those calloused hands.

Except there was no note. The envelope contained a photo of Charlie and me that I didn’t recognize—largely because I couldn’t recall ever having taken a picture with Charlie. (Not that I was always, but still.)

Yet here one was. It was clearly taken at night, and a flash was used, so the background was blacked out, but there we were, Charlie with an arm draped over my shoulder, whispering something in my ear, and me, wearing his personal favorite of my outfits—a thin-strapped, green linen jumpsuit that tied at the waist—beneath his over-large jacket, smiling the same way Old Wild Eyes was the night before. With abandon.

I turned it over. On the back were the words The last laugh.

My phone rang then.


“Hey,” I said as I answered.

“Sup, baby girl? Sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. You weren’t over here last night, were you? I found a photo of us in an envelope with my name on it. I think somebody slipped it under my door…”

“Nah. Wasn’t me.”

“Well do you remem—”

There was a crash on his end. “Shit! I gotta run, aight? Be there at eight tonight to scoop you for the bonfire. Wear that green jumpsuit I like.” And he hung up.


The second time I saw Old Wild Eyes, he was waiting for me. I’d showered, gotten dressed and was headed across the courtyard to the dining hall to grab a bite to eat before my eleven am class.

He stepped out from behind a tree.

I stopped on the spot, but was too stunned to scream. “You get it?” he said, peeking over his shoulder.

“Get what? Sorry I don’t have any food to give you today—”

“The picture.”

My whole body went numb. “What picture?”

“The one I sent for you. I asked Elizabeth to give it to you…”

Elizabeth. The mouse of a girl who lives in the dorm room next to mine.

“How do you know her name?” And how had he gotten that picture?

“You should…” He looked around again. I was tempted to flag someone down to get him away from me. “You should leave him alone,” he said.


“The boy.” He shook his head and dropped his eyes to the ground. “Only bad will come.”

“I have to go now,” I said. “You should leave. I can’t help you.”

“I’m trying to help you,” he replied as I hurried away.


I fell asleep in class and had a dream. Charlie, middle-aged, haggard.

With old, wild eyes.

When I jolted awake, the lecture hall was empty.


The third time I saw Old Wild Eyes, I’d just put a foot inside Charlie’s Camaro. The man was lurking near the southwest corner of my dorm building, and as our eyes met, he held up an envelope like the one I’d found that morning. After slipping it into a plastic bag, he knelt down to tuck it behind a bush.

“You gettin’ in, baby girl?” Charlie said from the driver’s seat.

Old Wild Eyes was back on his feet and staring at me.

I climbed the rest of the way inside.

“You see that guy over there?” I said as I pulled the door shut.

“What guy?”

“The one right—”

But Old Wild Eyes was gone.


Charlie drank too much. It made his eyes old and wild.


The last time I saw Old Wild Eyes, people were running. The bonfire was raging, but the cops were coming, and the only person twenty-one-or-over took off the moment his trunk had been emptied of alcohol.

Charlie grabbed my hand to pull me to his car, and though I was wary because I knew he was drunk, I let him.

Things had gone south so fast—one minute we were talking, laughing, kissing… I wore the jumpsuit like he’d asked, but I’d gotten cold, so he let me borrow his jacket. Then he’d tossed his phone to a friend. “T, take a picture of me and baby girl,” he said, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and leaned down to whisper in my ear: “You look so cute right now, I could eat you.”

I smiled so hard I thought my face would crack.

But then sirens.

And blue lights.


And chaos.

We were almost to the car when I collided with someone in a black hoodie and lost my grip on Charlie’s hand.

“Get in!” he shouted, thinking I’d let go on purpose. “We gotta jet!”

I tried to sidestep the person, but they moved back into my path.

Charlie’s car cranked.

“Wait!” I lurched to the left, but the person hit me with a shoulder. Hard.

I fell.

The Camaro shifted into gear and drove off.

“CHARLIE, WAIT!” I scrambled to my feet and tried to chase him down, but it was too late.

I whipped around, furious. “Why did you—”

“I had to. I’m sorry.”

There were tears in those Old Wild Eyes.

I turned.

I ran.


I hitched a ride with someone back to campus, and by the time we got there, news had spread the same way the bonfire might’ve had the fire department not dispatched two trucks.

Charlie Taylor had crashed his Camaro.

Charlie Taylor was dead.


I didn’t leave my room for a week.

Just stared at the picture.

The picture that was shoved beneath my door the night before it was taken.


I went looking for Old Wild Eyes, but he was nowhere to be found.


Four days post-funeral (I didn’t go), there was a knock on my door.

“Found this outside in a bag,” Elizabeth said, handing me an envelope.

It had my name on it.

“Hey, Elizabeth… did a homeless guy give you an envelope like this two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, I put it under your door,” she said. “Did you not get it?”

“Have you seen him recently?”

She shook her head. “I haven’t.”

I nodded. “Thanks for this,” I said, staring at the envelope.

“Sure thing.”

I shut the door and slid to the floor with my back against it.

Opened the envelope.

There was a newspaper clipping inside. It looked and felt old, but the date printed was the morning after Charlie’s accident.

 College Freshman Killed In Drunk Driving Incident

I skimmed the first few paragraphs, not interested in rehashing the details, but then my eyes caught on the words Tilandra Faye Todd.

My name.

The deceased, passenger Tilandra Faye Todd, was killed on impact. Driver Charles Taylor, whose blood alcohol level registered at near twice the legal limit, was arrested on the scene and will be charged with first-degree vehicular homicide which carries a minimum five-year sentence in federal prison.”

I read it again. And again. Three, four, five times more.

Turned it over.

There was a note stapled to the back.

Baby Girl: 

If you’re reading this, everything I had to go through to get back was worth it.

There’s a good chance I’m gone, and that’s as it should be.

Took me some years to realize it, but I really did love you. I looked at that picture of us every single day after you were gone.

It’s yours now. Don’t forget me. 


Charles D. Taylor

mnemnems  asked:

Funny that I found out I was ace right before pride month lol. Anyways, would the Voltron Family do anything for pride month? Maybe involving older Lance, Pidge and Lotor with their two daddies (Hunk joins in too of course).

helena1205 said: Can we get the Voltron Family celebrating Pride-month?-or a little celebration for themselves as a family? They all have their own sexuality that is a part of the lgbtaq+-community. Happy Pride Month!!!

[The Voltron Family] Lance was the very first one out of the three to join an LGBTAQ+ organization in college. He loved it so he invited Pidge, Lotor and Hunk. They had upcoming events for pride month and they were all brainstorming and Lance was part of the events committee. 

President: Do any of you guys know anyone who could perhaps give a talk about their experiences or at least just share something inspirational?
Member 1: Doesn’t Lance have two Dads?
Lance: *turns head* *whisper shouts* What the hell, Jack?
President: *hopeful* Is that true, Lance?
Lance: *turns back* Um, yeah. 
Member 2: We have to invite them! You think we could do that, President? 
President: Are they free sometime this month?
Lance: *pouts* I’m not sure.They’re super busy *looks around at his friends with hopeful eyes* *sighs* But I can ask?

Lance took a deep breath as he entered the master bedroom at 10pm. He climbed the bed and placed himself between his two daddies.

Lance: *looks up at the ceiling while lying down* *nervous* So.
Shiro: *puts down his book* *looks at Lance* So? 
Lance: *connects both of his hands on his chest* There’s going to be an event in school for my org. And. *gulps* We’re looking for speakers.
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Speakers. With an “s.”
Lance: *gulps* *nods* And my stupid friend—let’s hide him under the name of Jack Hudson—mentioned that I have two dads. And they asked me if you guys could be speakers and share your experiences as part of the community and—
Shiro: *smiles* When is this?
Lance: It’s more like, when are you BOTH free, if ever you’ll do it. I know you’re all very busy and stuff—
Keith: *checks his phone* I’m free… *scrolls* the week after next.
Shiro: *checks his phone* Don’t have any operations on a Friday that week.
Keith: *looks at Shiro* We could do Friday then.
Shiro: Friday it is. 
Lance: *looks at them back and forth* WAIT. HOLD THE PHONE. You’ll do it?

Lance was pacing back and forth outside the auditorium, waiting for his Dads. Pidge, Hunk and Lotor were already inside along with the rest. When they arrived, he ushered them backstage and signaled the president to begin.

President: For our speakers today, we have two Dads of our very own Lance, Pidge and Hunk. *smiles* One of them is a Best Selling author which I believe most of us have read his books, the other one is one of the top brain surgeons of the country. *muses* I know. What a very interesting couple. So let us all welcome Keith Shirogane and Dr. Takashi Shirogane.

Everyone clapped and soon Keith and Shiro emerged from backstage and the clapping kinda stopped for a few seconds because apparently everyone was staring at the two men (except for Pidge, Lance, Hunk and Lotor who were all looking at everyone else’s reactions). Both of them were holding hands while smiling, walking towards the center of the stage. Keith had his red leather jacket on, while Shiro wore a black formal dress shirt. 

Person 1: *whispers* Holy. Shit. They can’t be Dads. They look so young?
Person 2: *whispers* The one in red is so my type. 
Pidge: *looks at Lance, Hunk and Lotor* *smirks* It has begun. 
Hunk: *face palms* Every. Damn. Time.
Lotor: *chuckles* They make quite an impression. 

Shiro: *holds his mic* Hello, everyone. *smiles*
Everyone: Hi! *cheerful*
Shiro: *chuckles* Excellent crowd tonight. So, my husband and I— *looks at Keith fondly*
Everyone: *teases them* *whistles*
Keith: *looks at the crowd* Please. We’re already married. None of that teasing.
Everyone: *laughs*
Keith: Anyone here who are asexuals? Please raise your hands. *sees a few hands including Pidge’s and Lotor’s* Beautiful. *smiles* I’m ace myself. *places hand on chest* And I married someone who isn’t.

Suddenly the audience were a bit surprised and a lot of hands shot up to ask questions. They shared their story, from when they met, to falling in love, to getting engaged, to finally getting married and then adopting kids.

Shiro: The thing is, there will always be people who will judge us, stare at us like we’re wrong to be who we are. But please, don’t even let that get to you. Ever since I got together with Keith and had our little family *smiles lovingly at Lance, Hunk and Pidge* we’ve been kicked out of a restaurant by a homophobic manager, our kids had been bullied for having two dads. Every day has been a battle, but it’s a battle that we’re all winning. 
Keith: You get up to face a new day, you’re already winning. You put on that binder while you dress, you’re already winning. You look at your face in the mirror knowing you’re not going to take anyone’s shit, you’re already winning. No one, and I say no one, should tell you how you should feel, dress, act and speak except yourself. There might be bruises along the way, but let me tell you it’s gonna be worth it once you get back up again. *smiles at Shiro*
Shiro: *squeezes Keith’s hand*
Pidge: *sniffles* What the hell. They’re still so corny.
Hunk: Pidge, use this. *hands a hanky for her to sneeze on* And Lance stop taking photos of Pidge being sensitive. Lotor, can you please stop him? Pidge, that’s my hand!! 

After the talk, so many people went up on stage to take photos with Shiro and Keith and they were both so overwhelmed. So many aces gathered around Keith to ask him more questions, while Shiro entertained those who were telling him they were such an inspirational married couple. Lance, Hunk and Pidge saw all of these and they were quite proud of them.

Pidge: *points at a guy beside Shiro who was smiling so wide* That’s the dude who said Daddy Shiro was hot.
Hunk: PIDGE!! *scandalized*


Originally posted by datbrendonboyd

requested: no (requests are open!!)

pairing: brendon urie x fem reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: alcohol, swearing, jealousy, verbal fighting, physical fighting, angry brendon, PDA, unprotected sex, biting, teasing, choking, oral sex, some dirty talk, daddy kink, a lot of sin.

A/N: that gif is overused but oh well. this is written actually based around a dream i had about brendon a week or two ago. i changed it up a bit to make more sense but it made me wake up all hot and bothered so i decided to share it with the lovely sinners of tumblr. it’s not my best, but hopefully you guys will still like it x


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Eggplants and Peaches [Gaston x Lefou]

Description: The domestic Gafou sexting au you never knew you needed!

Warnings: None really, just Gaston bein a super thirsty fuckboy and Lefou having absolutely none of it at work ft. Belle and Adam’s Unfortunate Interference™ . Enjoy😘  

Lefou was in a meeting, and his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. It must be Gaston- his boyfriend craved attention, even when he knew Lefou was busy. 

Checking his phone, he squinted. Were those… emojis?

From: Gastt

Feeling a little *fire emoji*

Lefou frowned, scrunching up his nose as he reread it. Then another one came buzzing in.

From: Gastt

What I meant by that was, my *eggplant emoji* is feeling extremely *fire emoji* *fire emoji*

“Subtlety is not his strong suit,” Lefou muttered under his breath, and typed out a response.

From: Lefou

That’s nice

He waited for the inevitable response, which came a minute later.

From: Gastt

What, you wouldn’t like my *eggplant emoji* in your *peach emoji*? Or my *muscle flex emoji*? because I’m fairly sure you would *heart emoji* it

Lefou shifted in his seat, trying not to smile.

From: Lefou

That’s beside the point, I’m in a meeting

From: Gastt

Oh lovely, you’re not busy then

Picture this, Lefou: tonight when you get home, my latest *steak emoji* roasting over our *fire emoji*, you rubbing my *feet emoji* and maybe rubbing my *eggplant emoji* too.

Lefou hated himself for being turned on by his boyfriend’s stupid fucking emoji sexting.

From: Lefou

Stoppit, I can’t get hard in my meeting, my boss will literally *knife emoji* me if she sees

From: Gastt

Belle likes you, don’t worry about it

Anyway, as I was saying- I’m going to make you *explosion emoji* harder than you’ve ever *explosion emoji* before from the sound of my voice alone, as you *hand emoji* my *eggplant emoji*

“So many eggplants,” Lefou shook his head, and Belle looked over from where she was giving a presentation on how to better market their company’s latest addition to children’s literature.


“I said…” Lefou stammered, looking up, “We should definitely have more eggplants in there. Children love talking vegetables.”

“Lefou, I value your opinion greatly,” the petite brunette woman said softly, “But this is a book about a soccer ball.”

“Ah,” Lefou nodded, “Point taken, back to the drawing board for me.”

Belle seemed to find this amusing, and as she turned back to the plans in front of the group, Lefou sucked in a breath. Two new messages.

From: Gastt

Unless you don’t wish to *hand emoji* my *eggplant emoji*

Which I would be very sad about

From: Lefou

And I thought I was the needy one

From: Gastt

You are, once I have you on all fours and I’m *number 9 emoji* inches deep in you.

Lefou crossed his legs, suppressing a whine. He was going to murder Gaston in cold blood when he got home for this.

From: Gastt

Lefou answer me or no *water droplets emoji* tonight

From: Lefou

We’ve fucked consecutively for the past fourteen days, I think I can manage a night without your dick

From: Gastt

I’m shocked and offended *puffing angry face emoji*

Lefou didn’t respond.

From: Gastt

Fine, I’m going to hide your favourite sweater vest. The magenta one you look especially dapper in, you know the one.

I’m hiding it as I type this

From: Lefou

You monster

From: Gastt

*suit emoji* in the *street sign emoji*, *monster emoji* in the *bed emoji*

From: Lefou

I only sort of know what you’re trying to convey there…

Lefou let out a quiet groan as he shut his screen off and dropped his phone on the table, and Belle passed out sample leaflets with Adam, who had been sitting beside Lefou. Gaston could use his *hand emoji* all he wanted while he waited for Lefou to get home.

About ten minutes later, just as the meeting wrapped up, Lefou grabbed the phone off the table, and left as quickly as he could. Adam, Belle, Plumette, and everyone else did the same.

Gaston called, and was just finishing himself off as the call was answered- this would have turned Lefou on beyond belief, if it had been Lefou who answered it.

The short man frowned down at the unfamiliar lock screen as he opened the phone in his hand, and saw a picture of a huge wintery garden… not his background.

Shit, had he picked up the wrong phone in place of…

Then Adam walked out of the meeting room behind him, eyes wide with trauma.

“Mr. Lefou,” he said solemnly, unable to look him in the eye, “I believe your boyfriend wishes to speak with you.”

Lefou blushed deeply, and the blonde man snatched his own phone back as fast as he could before rushing off into Belle’s arms to recover. Lefou looked down at his lock screen photo of the shirtless selfie Gaston had taken of himself with Lefou’s phone making a kissy face, and put the device to his ear.  

“Ready for my eggplant?” Gaston asked smugly over the line with a few husky, laboured breaths, and Lefou immediately guessed what just transpired. He wiped his fingers over his face, and nodded.

“I am so ready for your eggplant.”

“see you tomorrow” requested.


sorry it sucks ):  (k/n) (kids name) (f/m/o/c) (family member of choice)


looking back at old photos was something you loved to do ever since you were a child.

your parents would have to practically drag you away from the pile of pictures in your lap.

and now that you were an adult woman, nothing had changed.

espacially since you met that special little girl all those years before.

you turned the page of the scrap book that lay in your lap and a large smile graced over your features.

it was her in the park, sitting in the sand, her pink summer dress covered with muck. she was smiling widely, toothless up at the camera.

you loved pictures because it kept the past alive. all the little moments captured in a perfect photo.

the next picture was taken when she was just a year old, sitting in your lap, a dandilion wish infront of her wide eyes. the both of you caught in mid-laugh.

she was getting so big now.

the next one was of all three of you for her third birthday. her father, alex, behind you his arms wrapped around your waist as you held the little girl close to your chest. all three of you covered in purple icing.

alex had only spoke of his ex wife once or twice since you had become apart of their little family.

he had met her when they were fifteen. he told me all about their summer love, and how much they spent time together. sneaking out of their windows at night and talking about everything until the sun came up.

they married when they were just twenty years old. but alex said that wasn’t when things started to go bad.

it was when she became pregnant.

alex said she changed just like that. she hated being pregnant. never eating, not taking her vitamins, blaming him for doing this to her.

alex said she even considered an abortion.

thankfully, her mother convinced her not to. thank god.

nine months later, the most perfect, most beautiful little girl was born. but she couldn’t even see that.

alex said she wanted nothing to do with her. she never even held her. never fed her, she did nothing but lay in bed and ignore her husband and child.

when she was just a month old, alex came home one night and she was gone. along with all her belongings.

after he said that, he railed off, going completely silent. of course you understood why.

you couldn’t even imagine your highschool sweetheart leaving you, much less leaving you to raise a baby all by yourself.

when she was about six months, alex started looking for a full time nanny. someone to help him, help him with cleaning, cooking, and caring for his baby girl.

and somehow, someway, he found you.

though, the first time you met him and his daughter, it ws very intimidating. you’d worked with plenty of kids before, but full time? never.

but. after hearing his story, you were more than willing to help him and more than determind to give this little girl a good childhood.

and so far, you thought you were doing a pretty good job.

being with the both of them everyday was undescribable. it was such an amazing job you’re so happy you took.

of course it had it’s downs though.

after a year of being with them, you had found yourself starting to really like alex.

more than you should have at least.

it was getting stronger and stronger the more you were around him. but he had a daughter, he was a divorced father, you knew he didn’t feel that way for you.

but that still couldn’t have stopped you from feeling the way you did.

the photo you were currently looking at made your heart fluffter against your rib cage.

it was alex holding you close to his chest. his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders, swaying in the middle of the living room floor. (k/n) watching with a smile.

(k/n) had asked you both about dancing, saying she had heard about many different types of dancing at school.

this made alex grab you and drag you to the floor.

he held you so close as you danced like bafoons. (k/n) had laughed for hours seeing alex dance with you like that. the memory made you laugh out loud to yourself.

suddenly, you heard the sound of tiny pitter patter against the hard wood floor.


you looked up from the pictures and seen (k/n) out of breath, her hair all over the place, her little jean shorts covered in dirt.

god, she looked so much like alex.

the dark hair, the dark blue eyes, the dimples, she was her father in and out.

“yes?” you asked setting the book aside.

she then looked very sly, like she was forming an evil plan. this was a look she had 24/7. especially when alex was home.

oh no.

“can we prank daddy?.

yep, definetly her father.

you sighed and bit back your smile.

“what did you have in mind?”.

her look got even darker, her smirk widening.


hours later after pranking alex (sticking saran wrap to the toilet. taking the filling out of alex’s filled donut and replacing it with mayo. and much more) you honestly don’t know how a four year old came up with stuff like this.

after alex cleaned the toothpaste out of his hair, curtosy of (k/n) putting a whole tube of it in his shampoo bottle all three of you decided to go in alex’s room and have game night.

you couldn’t really stay long tonight though, your (f/m/o/c) was in town for the week, and they wanted you to come spend the night with them.

most of the time alex had you sleep over at his home, you practically lived there with them.

(k/n) was sitting on her knees on the bed, her freshly washed hair pulled back into a braid, wearing her pink pajamas.

you were wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans.

alex was laying on his side, wearing nothing but his jeans, his wet hair slicked back against his head.

you three were currently playing a game of ‘match’, a game you all constantly played during game night.

all you do is lay down cards face down in rows and try to find the match of the first one you pick up.

currently, alex and you were ‘losing’.

“you guys suck!” (k/n) happily said, grabbing her large pile of matches and showing them off to you both.

when she wasn’t looking, you turned to alex, an evil idea forming in your head. you placed a hand over your mouth and mouthed to him the plan.
alex crinkled his brows together in confusion, but once he got it, he grinned and nodded to you.

his loud sigh caught (k/n)’s attention, but she still hadn’t stopped trying to attempt counting her cards. (thought there were only ten in her hand, she was up to 29).
“you know what, (y/n)? let’s just give up”.

this made (k/n) drop her cards and turn her full attention to her father.

(k/n) hated losing, but the thing she hated even more than that was someone giving up before she could win completely.


“yep. we’re losing anyway. what do you say, (y/n)?”. with his words, he flew back and laid his forearm over his eyes. clearly hiding a smile.

(k/n) looked completely lost. she kept looking between you and alex. she had her mouth open and her eyes crinkled in confusion.

“we’re big fat losers. i’m a failure” you said, trying to sound sad through the laughter bubbling inside you.

she looked over to you, but you quickly placed your hands over your face, sniffling.

“no!, guys! c’mon, let’s play!”.

“it’s to late, baby girl. we suck” alex murmered into his arm.

(k/n) groaned and threw her head back. you absolutely loved seeing her frustrated, her cheeks turned a dark red, her little hands balled up into fists. 

“no! please!”. she kept repeatedly smacking your leg, but you hadn’t put your hands down. she growled and crawled over to her father, trying to pry his hands away from his face.

“please, daddy! stop it!” she exclaimed. he peeked one eye out from his hands.

“stop what? i don’t think me or (y/n) can just stop being losers”.

this made you snort, but you quickly covered it up with a sniffle.

“guys! c’mon, let’s play match!” she pleaded, still trying her butt off to move his large hands.

he peeked out once more and gave you a look.

you nodded and slowly moved closer.

“you really wanna play with us?”.

she nodded furiously. her dark hair bouncing everywhere.

alex hummed and clicked his tongue.

“pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! please daddy!”.


this made her stop talking and stare at him strangely.


you peeked up on her, your lips by her ear.


she screamed happily when you grabbed her by her waist and plopped her in your lap. attacking her sides with your fingers.

she thrashed around, laughing so hard tears were leaking from her eyes.

alex and you were running out of breath as you laughed with her. her little hands tried to get you off of her, but no such luck.

you continued tickling her until she was out of breath. you moved your hands away from her and laughed as she caught her breath, still giggling lightly.

alex smiled and shook his head at his little girl laying in your lap, her hands messing with the hem of your shirt.

“was that better than match?” you asked, moving a large chunk of hair from her eyes. she giggled again and nodded, flicking a card from the bed.

“maybe you still need a few more tickles” you said laughing as you moved your hands back in. she screamed again and wiggled away from your hands.

“no! mom don’t!” she laughed, her smile so wide.

you froze.

you stared down at her, not knowing what to say. you shot alex a look, but he too, was smiling.

“did you….call me mom?”.

she looked up at you and shurgged, like it was no big deal.

“yeah. i mean, you’re like a mom. but better” she said. you still didn’t know how to reply to that. she looked back up to you and continued.

“you dress me, you do my hair, you hug me and kiss me, you take me to school. and you love me, right?”.

her words brought tears to your eyes. you swallowed thickly and nodded.

“very, very much”.

“and i love you and daddy.  so you’re like a mom. like my mom”.

you scooped her up and hugged her tightly. smiling when you felt her little arms wrap around your neck.

alex smiled at the sight of you, this beautiful woman, holding his baby girl. you treated and did more for him than his ex wife ever had.

something he’d never be able to thank you for.

hours went by and (k/n) had fallen asleep in your arms. her hands never leaving yours.

alex stood up and grabbed her gently from your arms, his hands brushing against yours.

you followed him as he walked (k/n) to her bedroom. he didn’t flick the light on, not wanting to wake her. he slowly placed her in her bed, covering her body with her pink blanket. 

he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her head whispering a a soft  “i love you”.

he backed out of the room. smiling lovingly at his daughter. he turned her butterfly nightlight on before cracking her door.

as you checked your watch, you took note htat it was time to leave.

you both walked down to the livngroom. alex was leaning against the door frame, hands in his pockets as he watched you collect your things.

“are you sure you don’t wana stay here tonight?” he asked, his tone as soft as ever.

 you turned your head towards him and gave him a sad smile.

“my  (f/m/o/c) is staying in town for the night and they wanted me to comespend the night. i’ll be back tomorrow, i promise” you joked, reaching for your coat.

alex chuckled, voice huskier than normal.

“you know i don’t like sharing you”. you knew it was meant to be a joke. but the tone he used, it sounded much more than just a joke.

he walked from the door frame and grabbed the coat from your hands, holding it open for youfor you.

you slipped your arms in, the feeling of his breath fanning your neck made you close your eyes and lips tremble.

once the coat was on, alex still hadn’t let go of the coat. he turned you around to face him.

his eyes were practically glittering his the soft light. his eyes traced over every feature on your face. he was acting like this was the larst time he was going to see you.

you chuckled “you know i’m coming back tomorrow, andersen”.

he laughed and nodded, finally breaking eye contact.

“i know. it’s just weird. i don’t like you sleeping anywhere else than my house” he said, hands not leaving your waist.

“i don’t like sleeping anywhere else than your house, alex” you whispered. making him look at you. you hadn’t noticed that your hands were playing with the loops on his jeans until you felt him shift.

he was looking at you so differently  in this moment. it gave you shivers throughout your whole body.

his one hand trailed up from your waist, grazing your side until it reached your cheek.

he brushed his thumb back and forth on your soft skin. his other hand bringing your waist closer to his.

“what (k/n) was saying about you being like a mom, she’s not wrong, (y/n). you’ve done more for us than her real mother ever did. and somehow i can never find the right way to thank you”.

“you don’t have to thank me for anything, alex. i love….her very much. and i love this job. having this job and spending everyday with the both of you is the best kind of thank you”.

alex smiled. the both of your chests heaving, now pressed up against one another.

alex moved in closer. his breath touching your lips. you closed your eyes.

and gasped as his lips touched yours.

it felt all too surreal. him touching you, his body so close to yours, his lips moving in perfect synch with yours. it almost felt like a daydream.

his mouth slowly worked over yours. he was being so passionate it made you dizzy. any kind of touch from him was sending your mind into a haze.

his tongue gently caressed yours, teeth lightly nipping your bottom lip. you hummed itno his mouth, your hands moving up to cup his jaw.

and just like that, he pulled away.

your eyes remained closed, mouth still open, mind still in a daze.

alex leaned in breathlessly and rubbed his nose against yours.

“iv’e been waiting so long to do that” he whispered, pecking your lips once more.

you opened your eyes ever so slightly and seen alex smiling at you, his eyes flicking to your lips, which were bound to be red…along with your cheeks.

“you’re so good with her. so, so good. seeing you with her….it’s the only thing i ever want to see everyday”.

you push a strand of his hair away from his face. smiling whn his lips touched your palm.

“i-”. your words were cut off when your phone buzzed in the pocket of your coat.

“dammit” you muttered, causing alex to chuckle. it was from your  (f/m/o/c), asking where you were.

you sighed and shoved it back in your pocket, choosing to message her back once you were in your car.

“you’ll be back tomorrow?” he whispered, his lips kissing right next to your mouth.

you hummed and nodded.

“you sure you don’t wanna sleep here for the night?”. his words were answered when you got another buzz from your phone.

you both laughed airily and kissed once more. finally giving in to the feelings you obth had been feeling for so long.

“then, i guess” he paused, his hands moving lower than they should have. his hands cupped your bottom, giving it a hard, playful squeeze.

“i’ll see you tomorrow”.

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pipe dreams (part four)

pairing: reader x yoongi

genre: angst, fluff

⏎previous chapter// next chapter✏︎

warnings(!!): CUSSING, themes of sexual assault/stalking, nsfw

summary: you’re the girl yoongi left behind to pursue his music career. flash forward seven years, and you’re a lawyer representing a company suing bighit for copyright infringement. what happens when yoongi is still harboring feelings for you?

a/n: ok so i worked my ass off tonight writing and editing this because finally HER IS OUT and i felt inspired by my love for min yoongi which has grown exponentially as a result of his sinful good looks in the m/v and his voice ugh.(lol this is the a/n i had from when i first started writing but it’s been literally weeks since i started i’m so sorry this took so long)

also warning this is not edited

Originally posted by jimiyoong


You wake up to the smell of breakfast wafting into your bedroom. Groggily dragging yourself out of bed, you stretch your arms out as you stumble into the kitchen, smiling subconsciously when you’re greeted with the sight of Min Yoongi setting the table.

“What’s this, Yoongi?” You’re grinning from ear to ear as his brows furrow.

“I’m not done yet! I’m still setting the table. I made breakfast for us.” His fingers are fumbling with straightening silverware and plates.

Walking over, you embrace him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder as you sigh contently.

“Thank you.” Your voice is muffled but Yoongi turns to hold you sweetly in his arms.

“But that’s not all.” He looks smug. Sneaking into the living room, he returns with his arms behind his back. You don’t say anything, simply cocking an eyebrow in curiousity.

“Ta-da!” His hands reach out, extending a bouquet of flowers to you.

You swear your heart is beating in your throat as you take in the sight of vibrant orange tiger lilies. Instantly, memories flood your brain.

When he’d asked you to be his girlfriend, he’d given you the same flowers. In fact, for every anniversary, Valentine’s Day, and special occasion, he’d always come armed with a bouquet of orange tiger lilies. It was your flower, something you and Yoongi deemed to be special. A symbol of your budding love, perhaps.

It has been years since you’ve even seen the flower, and bubbles of excitement rise up in your stomach.

“Do you like them?” Yoongi’s gaze is vulnerable, uncertain. You pause to regain composure, and Yoongi starts to falter, eyes wandering towards his feet.

“Yoongi, I love them.” You say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a firm kiss on his soft lips. The corners of your lips turn upwards in a smile during the kiss, and Yoongi’s do the same. He pulls away rather reluctantly, unlatching himself from you to pull a chair out. He gestures for you to sit and he pushes your seat into the table.

Yoongi has just taken a seat across the table from you when your landline rings, startling you. Making your way to the phone, you wonder who could possibly be calling at such an early hour.


“Hi, Y/N, this is Yifeng calling from TF Entertainment. I’m sorry to bother you so early in the morning. I know you weren’t supposed to come in until later, but we’re missing quite a few documents and need you to come in immediately. It’s an emergency, or else I wouldn’t have called!” The voice on the other end of the phone is frantic. The hearing is set to be in about a month from now and everyone at the office is scrambling to finish final preparations.

Looking over to Yoongi smiling to himself at the table, you sigh, knowing you’ll have to leave him to head into work.

“Okay. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.” Clicking the phone, you hang up and return to the table, giving a feeble look of affection to Yoongi.

“Who was that?” He says, cheerfully shoveling food into his mouth.

“Work. I have to head in early today. Something from the case came up.” Your words rush out apologetically. You can see disappointment float to the surface of Yoongi’s eyes.

“What about breakfast?”

“It’s an emergency. As much as I’d love to stay, I can’t.” You grimace, guilt coursing through your veins.

“But you can.” Yoongi’s eyes are harsh. “Just don’t go for a little longer and stay and eat with me.”

“Yoongi.” You sigh, standing up and brushing yourself off as you head to the bedroom. Yoongi trails closely behind you. “I have to go, it’s my job.”

His voice is small as he finally voices something that appears to have been plaguing his mind for quite some time. “I know it’s your job to believe your client, but did you ever stop to think about my credibility? You know me, Y/N. And you know that I would never steal someone else’s work.”

You don’t say anything, feeling anger building in your chest as you brush through your hair quickly.

“We didn’t steal the song, Y/N. Don’t you believe me?” He repeats.

It’s as if his words have caused something within you to snap. You’re not just angry now. You’re furious. How dare Yoongi ask you so outwardly to throw the case? Did he really think so little of you that he’d do such a thing? Was he only spending time with you in attempt to woo you into not trying your best in the case?

Your teeth are gritted as you speak, dressing yourself in your attire as you refuse to spare a glance at Yoongi.

“I’m sorry, but I’m a lawyer. I’m not always here to fight for who’s right. I’m here to fight for the client I am assigned to. It’s kind of twisted in that sense, but that’s what I believe in. Everyone deserves to have equal standing in front of the law. Everyone deserves a solid shot. If you’re telling the truth, then just have faith in the system. Things will work out in your favor if you’re really in the right. That’s how the justice system works. Not by coercing your ex-girlfriend into being biased so that you can get off easy. Why do you think that I would just give up so easily, dating, we’re not even anything.” You know your words are harsh, but you can’t help it. This inkling that Yoongi was using you had been embedded in your mind ever since he’d said

Fuming, you turn to leave without waiting for Yoongi to respond to your harsh rant. “Lock the door on your way out. Or don’t. It doesn’t matter, just let yourself out.”

Without looking back, you exit and go to work, finding Yifeng immediately when you arrive.

“What’s the emergency?” You try to seem normal, but you’re still heated from your argument with Yoongi.

“We’re missing an important document! Can you help look for it? The deadline to submit is today, and I think maybe no one complete it.” Yifeng is frantic, pacing around. He tells you what document it is, and you start moving things around on the table. Looking underneath the printer on the desk, you find the document.

Scoffing, you wave it in the frazzled TF Entertainment intern’s face.

“Is this what you’re looking for? The so-called ‘emergency’?”

Yifeng pales at the sight of the paper. “W-where did you find that?”

“Under the printer.” You deadpan.

“O-oh, Miss Y/L/N, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have called you on a whim, I was just freaking out and it was under my nose this whole time! I’m so so sorry!” Yifeng buries his face in his hands.

Rolling your eyes, you swivel on your heel and trot into your temporary office, not feeling in the mood to put up with dumb intern’s mistakes today. The day drags on as you make various phone calls and read long documents, and it’s when you’re finally finished with your workday that you finally check your cell phone.

[Unknown]: Hey Y/N

Frowning, you text back, uncertain of who would be texting you that you weren’t aware of.

[Y/N]: Who is this?

Three dots appear as the mystery person types a response back, a whoosh signaling that they’ve responded rather quickly. Your head drops instantly as you read the message.

[Unknown]: It’s Jaebum.

You feel kind of dizzy in the moment, surprised that Jaebum has contacted you. But you should’ve known he would try something after his disgusting behavior at the corporate event.

[Y/N]: How did you get my fucking phone number

[Im Jaebum]: Jinyoungie gave it to me after I asked him…i said I wanted to ‘network’.

[Y/N]: Ok

You send the last message hoping it’ll kill all conversation, making a mental note to kick Jinyoung’s ass the next time you see him. Jaebum seems to have other ideas.

[Im Jaebum]: Want to go out for dinner tonight? My treat.

You snort out loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

[Y/N]: lol sorry but fuck no.

Three dots appear quickly, and Jaebum responds within seconds, seemingly unfazed.

[Im Jaebum]: Why not, Y/N?

[Im Jaebum]: That’s no way to treat an old friend.

Through gritted teeth, you type out your response deliberately.

[Y/N]: WE are not fucking FRIENDS.

[Y/N]: You cheated on me, asshole. I trusted you.

[Im Jaebum]: C’mon, Y/N. You’re still hung up on that?

Hell yeah, you were. Time to ignore his messages now. Slamming your phone upside down on your desk, you expect Jaebum to finally give up. When your phone makes a text tone sound, you groan loudly. Will this man ever give up? Has he no pride?

[Im Jaebum]: Not responding now? Leaving me on seen?

You grit your teeth, fighting back the urge to respond.

[Im Jaebum]: Maybe this will change your mind.

[Photo attached[

You open the photo, waiting for it to download.

When it does, your phone almost slips out of your hand as you choke on your saliva.

The photo is dark and grainy, but it’s clear what the image is of. You and Yoongi. Kissing. And it was obviously taken at the charity gala you had attended with Kyungsoo. What the fuck? Jaebum was there?

Fuck. You knew you should have been more careful, that you shouldn’t have done anything risky where anyone could see. But the thrill of getting caught was such a turn on at the time, and you couldn’t help yourself. You know the repercussions that can follow if Jaebum decides to share this photo with anyone. Your career. Over in an instant for a moment of unprofessional behavior. Actually, many moments.

Typing out a response, you gnaw on your lip anxiously.

[Y/N]: What do you want, Jaebum?

[Im Jaebum]: Simply put, I just want you to be my girl again.

[Im Jaebum]: To spend time with me, and to let me take you out.

[Im Jaebum]: I made a mistake cheating on you so long ago. I told you, you’re so fucking hot now that I regret it so badly.

You can practically feel the bile rising in your throat as you take in his words pixellated on your screen.

[Y/N]: And if I don’t?

[Im Jaebum]: Let’s just say that this photo is going to be “leaked” to every major media outlet in Asia.

[Im Jaebum]: And as for a certain someone…she may just lose her gig as the legal representation of TF Entertainment.

[Im Jaebum]: Now you don’t want that, do you, babe?

A shiver runs through your body at the word “babe”, despite the fact that it’s just a word on a screen. However, it’s powerful enough to conjure up the image of Jaebum whispering it into your ear, his scalding breath on your skin. But he’s not here. You’re safe here, protected by the barrier of the Internet and cell phone waves.

[Im Jaebum]: I’ll give you some time to think it over.

Your eyes reread the whole conversation and you skip over the image of you and Yoongi. Gulping, your mind is dizzying with thoughts as you hop into a taxi to go home, dialing Joy’s number. Before she can get a word in after picking up, you’re whining loudly.

“Joy! My career is going to be ruined by Im Jaebum. What do I do? He’s got shit on me!”

“What? He’s fuckin’ blackmailing you now? I’m going to track down that motherfucker and skin him alive, I swear! The nerve!” Joy is spewing out words immediately, not even waiting to hear the full story as she springs to your side without second guessing.

“No! Joy, you can’t. He’s going to send a photo of me and Yoongi kissing at the gala to literally everyone he can get in contact with, unless I agree to go out with him again.” You groan into the phone.

“Y/N…what did you get yourself into? If you’re going to suck face with your secret boytoy, don’t do it somewhere where everyone can see.” Joy scolds.

“I know, I made a mistake, okay. What do I do? Help me!” You’re whiny mess at this point, tugging at your hair forcefully.

Joy sighs. “What can you do? Nothing, really. You have to give in, to sacrifice a little. Besides, this only has to go on until you’re finished with the case.”

“Joy, that could be months from now!”

“You have to do what you have to do, Y/N. Don’t let Jaebum ruin this for you, okay? You worked your ass of for this career and you can’t let your dumb ex wreck it after you made one mistake.”

You let out a huge sigh. “You’re right.”

She does have a point. Thanking her, you hang up with the promise of keeping her updated. The taxi comes to a stop, and you pay the driver before trudging up to your apartment, throwing yourself on the bed to breath in ragged breaths before pulling your phone out of your bag again.

Acquiescing, you text back Jaebum and make a date to see him.

The first few times go exactly as you imagined they would. He’s his usual grimy self, and it’s bearable to a certain extent. You give him thin-lipped smiles, which he accepts. He’s got to get what he can, and that’s all you’re giving him. You avoid his touch, although it’s impossible at times.

Tonight is your third “date” with Jaebum, and he’s taken you to a very fancy restaurant. Hate him as you may, but he is a lawyer after all, and he has money to burn on you.

Jaebum informs you to dress nicely, and you try to get away with wearing pants, but when he spots you when he arrives to pick you up, he instructs you to change immediately. He demands you wear something more revealing, claiming, “You have a nice body, so show it off. I want people to see how hot my date is.”

You can’t help but compare his sleazy words and mannerisms to Yoongi’s. Yoongi wanted you all to himself. He didn’t want to share you with others, or to use you as some object he could show off, unlike Jaebum.

Arriving at the restaurant, you hold back a scoff when the hostess leads you to a booth in the corner of the restaurant, rather secluded to the restaurant. Trust Jaebum to pick the only booth in a fancy restaurant, and the most private one at that, too. It’s only visible to a select few tables in the close proximity, obviously all reservation-only.

Jaebum uses the opportunity to press himself against you, giving you a sideways look as he picks up the menu. You squirm uncomfortably, hiding your face behind the menu. The hostess’ voice drifts into the room again, and you instinctively look up, only to regret it.

Just your dumb luck. Yoongi has just walked in, looking absolutely breathtaking in a dark, emerald colored suit that’s tailored to his physique perfectly. The rest of the Bangtan boys follow closely behind him, and you turn your head away quickly when Jaebum tugs at your menu, trying to avoid being seen.

Jaebum seems to think that you turning your head towards him is you making a move on him. Misconstruing your intentions, he leans in close until his breath is on your neck. You shiver (something you do a lot in his presence, it seems) when his cold lips make contact with your exposed neck. Your eyes flicker to the boys, panic rising in you as you see that they’re being seated at the one table directly in front of your booth. No doubt they have a crystal clear view of Jaebum’s shameless attempts at conquering your neck and collarbones.

Before they take their seats, Jimin notices you, and you cringe at his voice, too late to duck out of view.

“Ah! Attorney Y/N! What a surprise!” His eyes crinkle cutely.

You’re speechless, eyes trailing to capture Yoongi’s gaze. His eyes are dark, and you remember that you haven’t texted or been in contact at all since the morning you had fought. That was over a week ago. It just so happens that whenever you’re at BigHit, he isn’t.

They’re close enough where they can speak at a comfortable volume when addressing you.

“Is this your boyfriend?” Taehyung muses out loud, looking cheekily at you and winking rather indiscreetly.

Right as you blurt, “No!”, Jaebum says, “Yes.”

At that moment, you want to shrivel into a ball and die. Taehyung looks mighty confused and the conversation dies off awkwardly, but you could care less as turn your focus onto Yoongi again. He’s looked away completely, averting his eyes from the situation taking place in front of him. However, he’s taken a seat at the table, and it seems he’s chosen the strategic spot where he’s facing you directly.

Yoongi’s eyes are on his napkin in the meantime, as he peers at it curiously like it’s the most intricate white cloth napkin he’s encountered in his lifetime. Even throughout ordering and eating, you keep your attention on Yoongi, and it’s not exactly a secret, as Jaebum repeatedly vies for your attention by clearing his throat.

You’re finally distracted by the sensation of Jaebum’s icy cold hand sneaking onto your thigh underneath the table. Slapping it away immediately, you give him an uncomfortable look.

“Please don’t touch me.”

Jaebum ignores your words as he continues to rub at your leg. “Y/N, what do you say we put on a little show for Yoongi, huh?” He smirks at you, talking at a lowered volume as his face inches closer to yours. “I don’t want him thinking you’re his. That ended when I came back into your life, babe. Aren’t you glad to be with me again?”

Jaebum’s other arm slips around your shoulders loosely as his hand reaches up to smooth at your hair in what onlookers would consider to be affectionate. But you know his underlying intentions, and it’s upsetting to feel him touch you without your consent.

Tearfully, you nod as you’re reminded again by the control Jaebum has over your life because of that one picture. Your head is lowered, but you don’t have to look up to feel Yoongi’s seeing gaze on you. It’s practically burning your skin.

Jaebum makes you feed him, and you have to allow him to do the same for you, too, in cheesy staged displays of affection. His arm remains on your shoulder the whole time, and your head stays lowered, feeling so incredibly ashamed.

What must Yoongi think of you right now? He must think that you’re easy, allowing your cheating ex-boyfriend to come back into your life so easily after being with Yoongi a short few weeks ago. He must think…that you still love Jaebum.

Although your whole situation at the moment sucks, that’s the part that hurts the most. That Yoongi might misinterpret things to mean that you still loved Jaebum.

Why, oh why, did you confess those things to him that night? That you had loved Jaebum simply because he was similar to Yoongi. You’re a damn fool. It’s so clear to you now that Jaebum will never amount to be even half of the person Yoongi is.

After your meal is finished, you hurriedly rush Jaebum out, not looking at the Bangtan table as you exit. You drag him towards the parking lot, but Jaebum seems to have other plans. As soon as you pass through the doors of the restaurant, he pulls you forcefully by the wrist, his fingers digging into your skin painfully.

Suddenly, you’re in the alleyway next to the restaurant, and he shoves you backwards brutally until your back slams into the brick wall behind you. Within seconds, he’s pounced on you, hands grabbing and assaulting whatever he can as you fight back whimpers of disgust and push against his chest to no avail. His slimy lips press against your skin again, and you stiffen, practically lifeless as you will this to end.

As you’re praying for it to stop, your wishes are granted. Yoongi has somehow materialized out of nowhere, pushing Jaebum off of you.

“I thought I told you to stop preying on women in front of me.” Yoongi growls viciously at Jaebum, his hands trembling from pent up rage.

Jaebum sneers, looking calm given the situation. “Instead of mindlessly trying to protect your precious Y/N, maybe you stop to ask yourself why she’s here with me and not you.”

Yoongi’s left gaping as Jaebum shoots a smirk at him, grabbing you by the shoulders tightly and maneuvering you to the parking lot speedily. He drives terrifyingly fast back to your apartment, and the last glimpse you see of Yoongi through the window is of him staring sullenly at you from the distance, a mere silhouette left behind in the dust.

When Jaebum finally leaves you at your place, you scrub furiously at your body in the shower, hot tears streaming down your face. Tears of shame, tears of feeling pathetic, tears of regret. How could you be so stupid? It was all your fault. You deserved Jaebum’s assaults, his constant harassment. If you hadn’t been so careless, this wouldn’t have happened, right? This was the only way to fix things?

You can’t seem to find solace in slumber, either, as you toss in turn in your bed, thoughts and memories of Jaebum’s touch and words plaguing your mind.

Sounds of someone pounding on your door shake you from your thoughts, and your body quakes when you realize it’s probably Jaebum, back for more. As you approach the door timidly, you begin to shed tears silently again. You tiptoe as you glance through the peephole. Perhaps if you’re quiet, Jaebum will leave, assuming you’re asleep.

But instead, you see Yoongi standing in front of your door, fist hitting the wood relentlessly. Fumbling nervously to open the door, you let him in shakily. He stomps in, eyes searching the room for you as he yells and you hide behind the door, closing it lightly.

“Y/N, what the fuck is your problem? Do you think you don’t deserve me or something? Because you’ve got this image of me in your head as someone untouchable, unreachable, out of your league. But it’s a fucking delusion. Why are you settling for that piece of shit? It’s fuckin’ insulting that you think he’s similar to me. It’s such a huge downgrade! He’s nothing like me in the least. I know you hate how undefined our relationship is right now, but we’re easing ourselves back in, aren’t we? I thought you understood that. But now you go and do this. How could you still love him, Y/N? Tell me.” Yoongi spits out these words venomously, but his eyes soften when he spots you, acknowledging the tears streaming down your face.

“Why are you crying?” He immediately reaches out in instinct to wipe the tears from your eyes, thumbs brushing your cheeks familiarly. You cringe at the feeling of skin to skin contact, despite the fact that it’s Yoongi. Thoughts of Jaebum flood your mind.

“Y-Yoongi.” You cough out, your voice weak and strained. “I don’t love him. I hate him.”

“So why are you going out to dinners with hi dressed in such an amazing dress?” He shoots daggers at you.

“I-It’s complicated.” Your eyes flicker around the room, avoiding his gaze.

Yoongi gently nudges your chin down so he’s peering into your eyes deeply.

“Well, it’s your lucky day. I love complicated.”

Hiccuping, you try and catch your breath. “Sit down.”

The two of you sit on your couch, and you crisscross your legs and face Yoongi. With one last deep breath, the whole story spills out.

“Jaebum has a photo of us fro the gala. It’s…compromising, to say the least.”

“He has a photo of us? You were on your knees, and I was blocking your body anyways. I’m sure it’s unclear; it has to be.” Yoongi butts in.

“No, I’ve seen it. It’s of us kissing, thank God, and you can clearly tell it’s me and you.” You resume talking.

Yoongi pushes his hands through his ashy hair. “Well, fuck.” He looks up at you curiously. “But what does that have to do with you going out with Jaebum again? It’s just a photo.”

“Just a photo?” You laugh bitterly. You were really going to have to spell it out for Yoongi again. “Yoongi, that photo could ruin my whole career!”

The gears in his head finally seem to start turning. “That’s why you’re going out with him? A stupid fucking photo? He’s blackmailing you now?”

You nod, gulping hard as fresh tears threaten to spill over.

“Okay…so what? You’re not going to be on this one case forever.” Yoongi furrows his brow, confused again.

“But this is my big break! This case is huge. I’m going to get insane recognition for this. Hell, I already am! It’s all over the news, and you of all people should know that.”

“Okay, so just ignore him until the case is over? Then he can do whatever the hell he wants.” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly.

“It’s not that easy.” You sigh out.

“Yes it is.”

Yoongi looks so determined that you cave, agreeing to ignore Jaebum. As if on cue, Jaebum texts you. Yoongi picks up your cell phone, reading the text with his jaw tensed. Peering over his shoulder, you read it, too.

[Im Jaebum]: Hey babe, are you up?

[Im Jaebum]: What are you wearing right now?

Yoongi cocks his arm back to throw your phone across the room, but you grab at him until he puts it back down softly.

“Let’s go to bed.” You coax him, a sudden desire to have him accompany you to bed surging through your veins. Yoongi felt safe. It’s as if he could protect you from all the dangers of the world, namely Im Jaebum.

Crawling into bed with you, he spoons you and you fall asleep as his musky and minty scent washes over you, flooding your senses. Slumber comes easy despite the turmoil you had experienced with falling asleep earlier. It’s comforting feeling his strong arms wrapped tightly around your middle, like nothing could ever pull you from his hold.

Sounds of your phone vibrating on the nightstand cause you to stir in your sleep. Your heart sinks into your stomach as you know who your text is from.

[Im Jaebum]: Ignoring me again I see? Seeing Loverboy Suga is making you unclear of things again, right? Let me give you a refresher.

Attached is an image of an email draft directed towards a popular new outlet.

[Im Jaebum]: If you don’t text me back by noon, I’m hitting send.

Shit. It’s ten o’clock right now, and you frantically shake Yoongi awake, wordlessly shoving the phone screen in front of his face as he rubs at his eyes groggily to clear his vision. The serene look on his face morphs into one of blatant disgust as he reads Jaebum’s messages to you.

Panic rises in your chest swiftly, and you tug at your roots. “What do I do? I can’t avoid him, he’s too unpredictable! It’s only been one night without responding to his texts and he’s already this close to going through with things!”

Firmly catching hold of your hand, he rubs soothing circles into the back of it as he speaks. “Calm down, Y/N. Just tell him you’re going on a trip. Hell, I’ll take you on a spontaneous trip away for the rest of the weekend just in case he shows up at your door. There’s no way he’ll be able to give you shit for work matters.”

You nod in agreement, ignoring the bubbly feeling at the idea of a weekend away with Yoongi. Thinking up an excuse for being missing in action last night, you respond to Jaebum.

[Y/N]: Sorry! I was asleep and my phone had died last night and I didn’t have a charger.

[Y/N]: I’m going on a business trip to the other side of Seoul for the case, so I can’t meet up this weekend. :( sorry jb

“JB?” You look over at Yoongi who looks surprised at the nickname.

“What? You want me to call him ‘asshole’ instead?” You roll your eyes but find his jealousy cute.

[Im Jaebum]: hmm, okay. that’s fine.

[Im Jaebum]: i’ll see you when you get back, babe.

Again, his words never fail to generate shudders from you. Yoongi’s hand repositions itself on your back and he soothing pats. His breath tickles you ear as he speaks.

“See, I told you. And now I’m going to whisk you away to a nice hotel for the weekend.”

And he does.

Being able to look over to see Yoongi driving by your side for an extended period of time is fantastic. Peering over at him, you see his pale blue veins clearly through the translucent white skin of his hands. His jawline is so sharp it could draw blood. Every so often, he catches you admiring him and gives you bemused expressions.

“Like what you see?”

Blushing furiously, you look away bashfully. Yoongi presses the back of his and against your cheek.

“Wow, you’re really burning up there.” He teases.

Slapping at his hand, you giggle. “Both hands on the wheel, Min Yoongi.”

“Make me.” Yoongi’s rough hand settles on your thigh, gripping it gently as his other hand guides the steering wheel, eyes looking at the road. Taking deep breaths, you try to extinguish the flames quickly igniting in the pit of your stomach, but to no avail. Your mind is wandering, unable to focus because of the conscious awareness that his skin is touching yours. The cool feeling of the rings adorning his fingers against your exposed leg causes a smile to form on your face.

The rings are new to you. He’d never worn rings when you were together so many years ago, and you liked them more than you could imagine. You particularly liked that there were still things about Yoongi left to discover.

The car pulls to a gradual stop in front of the hotel, and he goes up to the reception to check the two of you into your room while you wait in the lobby area. Earlier he had called and made a reservation under your name for the next two nights. Waiting in the lobby area, your gaze travels around the room, taking in the bougie decor. A massive chandelier hangs in front of you, and the floors are a sleek marble texture. Yoongi returns to you with a key card dangling between his fingers, waving it at you while he smiles his precious gummy smile at you. Nodding towards the elevator, his hand positions itself on your lower back protectively, and he guides you in, pressing the button for the top floor silently.

You cock an eyebrow at him in wonder, but he shrugs nonchalantly as he swipes to gain access to the floor. Immediately upon entering the room down the hallway, you gasp. It’s a huge suite, featuring conjoined rooms of a living room and bedroom, as well as an attached luxurious bathroom.

“Yoongi!” Your eyes widen. “This must’ve cost a fortune.”

“You can always pay me back in kisses.” Yoongi puckers down at you cutely and you lean in close, his breath becoming noticeably ragged as your noses brush gently. Right as your lips are about to meet, Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, you pull away and pinch his cheek playfully, swiveling to admire the bathroom.

Squealing, you observe all the details of the room, from the huge mirrors to the shiny polished bathtub. The view from the window is incredible, and you quickly snap a photo to upload on your social media. Meanwhile, Yoongi has tossed himself onto the plush bed, and you quickly follow suit.

“What should we do?” You ask, with no intentions in mind.

Yoongi’s eyes twinkle in response with a hint of something that’s all too familiar by now, something rather suggestive.

“Yoongi…” You sigh, feeling your ears turning red again as you burrow your face into the pillow.

Yoongi’s cold finger pokes at your exposed ear. “Even your ears are turning that cute pink.”

You simply groan in response, the sound muffled by the bedding.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N. Let’s take things slow for now. You sucking me dry at the gala has already caused enough shit, don’t you think? Plus, we have all the time in the world together.”

You gulp, hoping Yoongi doesn’t notice. But the case…?

Shaking the thought away, you decide to focus on other things. If Jaebum was going to blackmail you regardless, you should at least revel in being in a relationship with Yoongi again. Fuck the case. You could do discreet.

You know that you’ll do your best with the case no matter if it hurts Yoongi or not, and he should understand that, right? Whatever truly happened with the songwriting process would pan out eventually, and whoever was in the wrong would be punished, and that’s that.

Sighing before looking up at Yoongi, you peer through your messy hair falling in a curtain over your face. He tenderly brushes away some strands, tucking sections behind your ear.

“You’re really astonishingly fucking beautiful, you know that?” Yoongi’s voice is so low and quiet that it’s almost inaudible. His hand doesn’t leave our face, cupping your chin again in a way that’s grown to be familiar, his thumbs brushing against the apples of your cheeks, caressing your skin as if it’s a delicate object, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear from in front of him.

“I know.” You whisper back, trying to keep a straight face as you look up into his eyes.

Yoongi groans, but can’t hide his smile. He rolls over onto his back, whining softly.

“Way to ruin a moment, Y/N.”

You giggle and roll sideways until you’re on top of him, your chin resting on his chest as you peer up at his half-lidded eyes as he gazes down at you. From where your hand is resting on his firm chest, you can feel his heart beat. It’s going quite fast, at a pace matching your own. Leaning up slowly, you press a firm kiss against his lips.

Immediately, his heart kickstarts and begins pacing even faster under your fingers, and you keep your lips locked until you can’t possibly breathe anymore. Slumping against his chest after your lips separate, you feel drowsiness hitting you, but you also feel like you’re floating outside of your body in a feeling of content. You’re up in the clouds. The feeling of Yoongi’s warm body against yours, his presence in general, is so extremely soothing, and you feel yourself drifting off.

“I really did miss you so much, Y/N.” Yoongi whispers into your hair as he strokes his fingers through it. Humming sleepily in response, you fall completely into slumber against his chest.

The last sensation you register is the feeling of his heart thudding swiftly.


a/n: fuck that took me so long to write! I’m so so so incredibly sorry for the delay between chapters,, i know i’m usually much better at uploading and writing in general. uni has been a wild ride so far so i’m still adjusting and i just now got time to write. i hope this is worth your while and not total shit, because i owe y’all one for sticking around with pipe dreams hehe~

amor proibido iii

Special thanks to @mercyonmendes for writing the Shawn blurb!

Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes - Fall Out Boy

Deep breath. I can do this. I have done nothing wrong at this point. Everything is good. My life is absolutely fucking amazing.

I can have this conversation with the man I am going to be marrying and not let on some kid tried to kiss me. Okay, he is not just some kid now…but whatever. I have a fiance and I love him. End of story.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face and listening to Landon go on and on about his day. He is telling me about how hard his job is working at his dad’s company where he pretty much does nothing all day and how shitty his night was because he had to come home alone to an empty house because of my fucking job stealing me away from the worst time. Yet again, it is another ten minutes of listening to him talk only about himself and not even ask me about everything major. Even though he knows how much of a big deal this article is, Landon will always be more important than me. 

“Listen…” I say, trying to let on how much stress I am under from this shit show of my life. “I will call you tomorrow because I am exhausted. I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep.”

Landon says, “I don’t like having to sleep when you aren’t next to me. What am I supposed to do when I want someone to make my dick hard?”

I think he thinks it is sexy, but I just find it annoying. I would never let on so I say, “Just know I am thinking of you, babe.” It is partially true. “I will be home in a few days and we can more than make up for any lost time, okay?”

“I love you, talk to you soon, sweetheart.”

“You too,” I reply, ending the call and lying back.

There is now a special place in hell for me. 

My phone chirps with a text early the next morning Concert day.

It is from an unknown number, but it must be someone related to this whole debacle because otherwise I am going to think there is someone stalking me. And trust me, I am not worth anyone’s time at all. In fact, I am a rather shitty person. Last night was the perfect case in point. 

I could just ignore the text because I have a lot of work to do in starting my article. I am going to be spending most of my day writing and planning because I have to attend this concert tonight as well. I have to write about the concert and still do one more interview with him tomorrow. Then I will be able to go home the day after and act like he never kissed me. It was just a stupid kiss, and I pushed him away. It means nothing at all. 

Who is this? I type back, sitting up in bed and debating about whether or not I want to make the trip down to have some kind of food or just have it delivered. I mean, work is going to pay for it but I don’t even know what I would choose.

A picture of a sleepy eyed Shawn appears on my screen, his hair askew and his lids half closed. 

Holy fuck. 

What the fuck is this kid doing? He has no reason to be texting me. I could ask how he got my number, but I am sure he has his ways since he is fucking famous. Also, why am I like half turned on by a photo of him lying in bed? There is something very wrong with me, and I am going to be atoning for these thoughts for a very long time.

I throw my phone down, deciding to take a shower and get dressed. Maybe he will get the hint if I don’t say anything. He is trying to get under my skin, but I need him to be as distant as possible. I have a fiance, and I have a life. This is going to be good for me as long as I don’t mess it up, but Shawn is making it so fucking hard.

Returning to my phone, I see two messages.

You don’t seem pleased to know I have your number.

I am not going to apologize for kissing you.

Fuck my life.

This is my fucking job, and I don’t have time for some fucking kid to think it is okay to mess with me as a joke. I am not interested in you. Please stop.

Oh, my god. I am such a fucking liar.

I bet you look beautiful in the morning.

FUCK. He is trying to be sweet. Okay, deep breath. He is just full shit and trying to get you to sleep with him. There is nothing genuine about his words, right?

You are so full of shit. No wonder your eyes are so brown.

So you noticed my eyes? Yours are gorgeous. You are gorgeous. I’ll see you tonight at the concert, yeah?

Go fuck yourself. It’s my job. That’s all. 

I want to fuck you. Tonight.

Holy shit. What the fuck is my life even?


Sitting on the edge of the bed in my hotel room, I mindlessly strummed my guitar as I gazed out at the city and wallowed in my own frustration. I wasn’t even sure why I was frustrated. 

Her evident frustration was justified: I was an arrogant, irritating little prick to her. I also wasn’t sure why I did that either. It had been such a habit to crank up the sexually heated charm that it had now become second nature to me whether I wanted it to or not. But hey, I am still essentially a teenage guy. This was normal, right? 

 A heavy sigh escaped my lungs and I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends in confusion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus my mind on anything but her. Meeting attractive girls every day was a job requirement so obviously I was struck by some of them. Again, reiterating the hormonal teen part. But she was different. Could it be because she was an older woman? I did have a thing for that. God, do I have mommy issues? Is that even a thing? I cut off my own incessant rambling thoughts with a loud groan which prompted Geoff to bang on the adjoining wall and mutter something crude. Ignoring him, I loudly strummed the opening chords for Roses that I had just written down and released my pent up disgruntlement in the only way I knew how. I sang.

The concert is insane. The crowd is enormous, and Shawn seems more than ready. Looking from backstage, I can see the people waiting for the show to begin. It must be one of most exhilarating sensations in the world to be able to perform in front of so many. It reminds of how one day I would love for to be a writer everyone is reading. This is my first step there. A good beginning. There is the chaos of setting up the show and everyone making sure everything is perfect. Trying to stay out of the way, I roam back to Shawn’s dressing room.

Instead of finding his normal posse, he is just sitting there alone with his guitar. He looks otherworldly, just strumming softly and singing the words in his head. It has to be one of the most attractive things I have ever seen in a man. Not that he is a man… he is just a boy and…

“Can I ask you a few more questions before the shows starts, Shawn?” I ask, stepping towards him and breaking his concentration.

He looks up at me with a smile, placing the guitar down beside him. “Sure, why not,” he says.

I hesitantly sit down at a chair somewhat far away from him and tap my fingers on my knee. I don’t know why I wore this black dress because it’s way too short and too tight around my breasts. Then again, Landon was always telling me not to wear it so maybe this is my subtle fuck you to him. I know I look amazing. He just wants to fucking control me. 

“Do you have a favorite concert venue?” I ask, inwardly groaning at my shitty questions. Shawn is making me flustered to the point where I can’t even do my job properly. What I need is to have a few drinks during the concert so I can calm down and just forget about all of this weird tension we have going on. He has to know he is making me crazy. It is like he is doing it on purpose, trying to fuck with me and get me to notice him.

“I can’t hear you,” he says, leaning forward. His hair is perfectly done in messy perfection and he is wearing a charcoal button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans, his shoes are brand new all black Chucks. He looks fucking amazing. Not that I would tell him. And I probably should not be noticing?!

“You can hear me just fine,” I say and cross my arms over my chest, trying to cover my cleavage. However, it seems to make them more perky. Fuck. “Just answer my questions so you can play your damn show and this can all just be over for us, okay?”

Shawn raises an eyebrow. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you, I just…”

“You just what?” he echoes, searching for answer I don’t fucking have.

This was just supposed to be a career maker. Not suddenly make me fucking confused about my entire life. He is a fucking teenager. I am a grown woman. He probably is reminded of his mom when he looks at me, there is no way he could be attracted to me. This is just a job I need to do so I can return to my life. My life where I have a fiance and a house and a job and all of these adult things. I am not someone who plays music all over the world and has this amazing, fun life all the fucking time. 

“Nothing.” I pause. “I don’t hate you. I don’t feel anything for you.” Lies. “This is just my job, and I want to do it well. This article is important to the both of us. You want to look good, and I am hoping this is going to help me be able to write more important stories.”

“You don’t look happy when you talk about your job,” Shawn says off handedly, like he can just see into my soul no big deal at all. “I don’t see the passion you are supposed to have. I am sure you have a passion for writing, but what do you really want?”

I don’t remember the last time anyone has asked what I wanted. It catches me off guard. “What.. what do you mean?”

“What do you want?” Shawn repeats, getting up and walking over to me. He looks down at me, waiting.

Without another word, I rise and look at him. “I want to be happy.”

“I am going on stage soon,” he whispers against my neck, tracing his lips along the curve and stopping right below my ear. His hands are moving lower than my waist now, lazily venturing towards his favorite place.

I try not to shiver at the sensation of his breath against my skin, but I feel those chills up and down my spine. He knows it too because there is a smirk on his face as he slowly slips his hand up my thigh, moving beneath my dress and locks his eyes with mine as though daring me to protest. I can already feel the moisture building between my legs and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Gnawing my cheek to keep from alerting him about the status of my aching core, I just nod at him and keep my eyes on his. 

His hazel eyes bore into mine, anticipating something will happen soon. His lips ghost kisses beneath my ear before he delicately kisses the shell of my ear and whispers, “I am going to make sure you remember me while I am on stage.”

I just nod my head and arch my hips up to his hand, not quite sure how else I am supposed to behave while he seems to have rendered me speechless with just his touch and a few words strung together. It shows how well he can get beneath my skin, but it makes me wonder what he has in mind for me.

His hand slides down to my hip and he grips it tightly as he tilts my head so my lips are pressed against his, his kisses are deep and meaningful. He nibbles on my bottom lip eagerly, chuckling at his deviancy for a moment before I find myself completely melting into his advances.

I try to reach my hand out and slide it up his thigh, but he bats me away, stating, “I am in charge right now, and we are going to do what I say. Hands to yourself or else.”

It is hard for me to listen to him when there is this part of me that craves so badly to make him want me the way I tend to want him. I know he is turned on right now by the apparent bulge in his shorts. I want to run my hand up his leg and tease him, to feel his length in my hand and know I am the one who is able to make him so fucking hard. I want to do that more than anything else, but he cuts me off from that. Shawn has set up the parameters I am supposed to follow, but I am curious to know what could happen if I dare to break them. His fingers resume their journey, two of them pressing against the fabric of my lacy panties. He runs them over my clit, raising his eyebrow at me. Shawn adroit fingers skim over the damp area, and he tells me, “I made you so fucking wet, and I have barely even touched you.”

It is not something I want to admit out loud to him, but I adore the way he just tells me exactly how it is. The words coming from his mouth are so attractive and make me even wetter for him.

His thumb rubs my clit lazily, not trying to rush what he is planning. My hips buck up to meet his touch, and I still long to make him seem so desperate the way I am. Instead he gets to be all calm and collected while I am a total mess, which I do not think is very fair at all. “Shawn..I..” My hand stretches out to cup his erection, ready to alleviate the tension building between us.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes darkening as he stares down at my hand touching him. Shawn stops his motions, leaving me desperate for the finish. I can feel myself slowly getting closer, and he has just denied me the release. I want to grab his hand and force him to continue, or I could do it myself. But I find myself transfixed by his gaze as he takes my hand away and says to me, “And now you are going to have to learn your lesson the hard way. I warned you that you should not touch me. Hands to yourself was rather a simple command…” he sighs. “But now you are going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

I expect him to take his hand away from me and say he is not going to allow me to experience any pleasure at all. It will be cruel, but I would not be surprise I want to kick myself for being so eager to touch him, but I could not help myself.  I fucked everything up. My hips begin to pull away from him, allowing him to pull his hand off. But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he slides my dress up, sliding my panties off me with one hand, and tosses them on the floor. His index finger slips in between my folds, allowing him to feel more of the moisture he caused to grow from his actions. He moves his finger in and out of me for a moment before bringing it to his lips and gently licking it in front of me. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, “I. Want. More.”

There is no chance to speak before he has grabbed my legs and pulled my entire body towards him; he spreads my legs with his hand and guides my hips to his mouth.

His blue eyes gleam as he looks up at me before slowly taking his tongue and running it along my clit. He grips my thighs tightly, pushing them down onto the bed as he glances up at me with those hazel orbs while never taking his tongue off my wet center.

He takes one of his digits, sliding it inside of me and quickening the pace to match the movement of his tongue. I can feel my hips pressing towards him, small moans falling from my lips as I beg him to keep going. He nibbles my clit gently, using his fingers to probe on with his ministrations.

I can feel myself slowly getting closer to release as his tongue traces circles around my core, his own moans causing me to become even wetter. He removes his finger and brings it up to my mouth, instructing me with his eyes to lick it off for him. I take his finger between my lips and slowly suckle, hoping he is going to allow me to repay him soon.

“You are so beautiful,” Shawn whispers as she takes his finger back, now placing two inside of me. I can feel him going deeper, his knuckles brushing my folds and causing me to gasp at how intense he is causing me to feel. His mouth continues to tease my clit, lapping up the juices eagerly and making me feel as though I am going to completely lose it at any second. His fingers have found my g spot, carefully teasing it and causing me to gasp out his name. He has to know how unfair this is for me; I am feeling as though I am going to lose myself completely and he is just taking his sweet time. His tongue continues to flick at my clit greedily as my hips pump up against him from the combination of both mouth and hand.

“Shawn, please…” I beg, needing the overstimulation to stop. I need to release or I am just going to…

“Oh, so that is what you want, love?” he teases from between my thighs, slowly taking his mouth away from me.

I reach down to place his hand back to its previous position, but he raises his eyebrows at me and just repeats, “I told you twice about hands to yourself and now you don’t get to orgasm for me just yet.”

I stare at him dumbfounded as he takes his hand out of me and sits up for a moment, licking his fingers like a clever cat. His eyes flash with amusement as he sees the frustration furrow my brow, causing me to let out a groan. I close my legs, feeling the wetness dripping down my thighs and it makes me want to strangle him for being such a tease. There is nothing fair about bringing me so close and just stopping, but he seems utterly pleased with himself.

Just then, there is a knock on the door. “Shawn! Showtime!” 

He stands up, quickly wiping his face and looking at me. “Make sure you’re watching from backstage, I am sure you won’t be able to stop thinking of me.” He raises an eyebrow again before he leaves with guitar, leaving me standing there with trembling thighs and no panties on.

Standing stage side to Shawn is one of the best experiences I’ve had in a long time. He is pure talent and he has so much stage presence.  He just shines with the guitar and his voice is beautiful. It is hard to deny he is doing what makes him happy. But it brings up all of the thoughts running through my own mind right now. 

I have a fiance. And we are getting married in a month. Yet, I let Shawn…

Oh, my fucking god. What have I done?! This is the worst thing I have done yet, when everyone find out I am going to lose my job and be labelled a slut. Because Shawn is famous. And a man. he will be forgiven because boys will be boys. But I should know better because I am supposed to be a lady. Fucking double standards. Fuck society.

He has been looking at me all night too. The most intense eye contact in the world. I can feel his eyes on me no matter and that stupid smirk is glued onto his fucking face. I blush every time he looks at me because well… there is no way I am going to think of him as a kid any longer. He is a man who has given me the best head I have ever had. Because Landon thinks it’s only for “sepcial occasions”. Fuck that. Shawn seems like he would ravage the fuck out of me with that mouth all the time, ad I just…. I need to stop because this has already gone too far. He is just a kid, and I have a fiance. Nothing else can happen between us. 

“This song is for a very special person…” Shawn says, once again with the fucking intense eye contact. “It’s called “Roses.” “

And I have to be honest with you baby
Tell me If I’m wrong, and this is crazy
But I got you this rose
And I need to know
Will you let it die or let it grow?
Die or let it go?

Oh. My heart… what is happening? I barely know him. There is no way I am falling for Shawn Mendes. 


Will you let it die or let it grow?

He looks at me as the song finishes, and I realize my heart may slowly finding its way to unexpected happiness.

How the fuck am I going to tell him the truth now?