Rat Race - a short comic about surviving and falling into the rat race.
made this (in a rush for an anthology with amazing friends) 3 years
ago, and I have never posted it online! It’s incredible timing too, to
remember to post it - when I wrote/drew this I hadn’t entered uni yet,
and right now, I’m finishing it (graduation! adulthood! entering the
actual rat race!).
It is an incredibly dark comic, but like, as
the author of this, who had those fears then and still have those fears
now, who wrote this when she was younger and now has some insight to the
graduating experience -, I ask you to keep trucking. Considering how
awful the world is right now, it’s more important and cooler than ever
to embrace the things you love and that make you happy. Your fave books
and shows. Exercising. Family you love (found and/or biological). That
ice cream in the fridge. Your existence in this world is valuable; love
is love is love is love is love. You’re one of those loves.
may never achieve your dreams (still, be open) - there’s also the
possibility that it may change - but you can still have parts of it in
your life. What you must do, forever and always, is continue to hope.
Take once daily during cold season to stave off the sniffles and cough. 3x daily if you’ve caught sniffles and woke up icky!
I used most of the honey pictured, a good table spoon of garlic, half the onion and the branch off the ginger.
(Do not feed honey to infants under 12 months. Melt brown sugar and water instead for infants.)
Peel ginger by rubbing it with a spoon! Peel then Cut the onion in big sickle moons. Compost the peels and ends, save the unused portions in the fridge!
Slice ginger in large pieces, place everything into a cold pan!
Cover everything in as much honey as you can! Oops! The pan is too small! Switched pans in the next photo! (Do not feed honey to infants under 12 months. Melt brown sugar and water instead for infants.)
Much better! Cover with MORE honey! Until the onions are fully covered/or floating!
Heat on LOW for 20-30 minutes, until the onions are soft.
A little frothy = a little too long, but its ok! Just remember for next time to heat for 5 minutes less, still totally usable but I might have cooked some of the delicate nutrients out of the raw honey. (I did 35 minutes here! DX )
Strain warm honey syrup into a bowl or measuring cup. Compost the bits!
Pour into reusable clean containers you saved from previous condiments! Wide mouth is best for dipping little spoons in for kiddo! Let cool on counter for an hour or so, then place in fridge and take daily until gone!
I’d recommend tossing any leftovers after 4 weeks, but honey IS a preservative, so technically it could last longer than that, but better to be on the safe side.
It has a very strong onion-garlic taste.
I am not a trained professional in botany, herbalism, or medicine, I am not a physician or doctor.
I’m sure I’ve posted this before, but I still love the headcanon that right after Sailor V joins the team and is like, “Guess what! I’m the Moon Princess!” and everyone’s all “sounds legit. You look like a moon princess to me” that they’re all hanging out having a Senshi meeting or something and Rei gets a kind of thoughtful look on her face like when you’re brain is j u s t walking into some fridge logic and she’s like
“Wait. So what does the V stand for?”
And Minako’s just like, “Um…? It’s, um-? What?”
And Rei’s like, “You know? Sailor V? Why V?”
and this is manga-Minako so her English is notsogood, so she’s like Fuck Fuck, words that start with V??? And she’s looking at Artemis like (you little fucker you came up with the codename in the first place you couldn’t have picked something more subtle there is literally only one planet that starts with V and it isn’t the goddamn moon) and he’s like “don’t look at me, I honestly didn’t expect any of these Japanese kids to notice” and they are both under-the-radar panicking and then all of the sudden Ami is like
“Oh! It’s the roman numeral for five! Because you’re the fifth and final soldier, who originally was our princess!”
And Minako is just like Yep, That’s It, Wow You’re Smart, So Good For Catching On, That Has Definitely Always Been The Explanation The Whole Time.
like weeks after the Dark Kingdom debacle is good and dealt with Ami wakes up in the middle of the night, remembers this, and smacks herself in the face.
Summary: Being Sam Winchester’s Omega was wonderful… when he was actually there. Yes, he was kind and loving, but he’d spend weeks away from you, only stopping by when he needed to. Two years of living on the outskirts of Sam’s life is starting to take its toll. Pairing: Alpha!SamxOmega!Reader Words: 4704 (whoa) Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Pining (is that a warning?). Talk of sex. AN: The long awaited sequel for Reluctant Rejection!!! There will be a third part. I promise you, it will be a lot shorter than this… this one got out of hand XD Anywhooo, hope you enjoy it! I have some worries that I may have waffled, but @skybinx-blog assures me otherwise… Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
The damn thermos was the only thing that was still the same.
After you’d made Sam leave, you’d spent the best part of two
weeks just living on the couch. You’d had no energy to drag yourself far, and
the sofa put you equidistant to the fridge and the bathroom, meaning you didn’t
really have much need to move. With shaking limbs, you’d decided that enough
was enough. You had to keep living
your life, and that meant moving on from your Alpha, even if he had been your
So, you fell into a routine to try and keep you grounded.
Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat. Unfortunately, you had no idea if it would
have worked, because it didn’t take long for your heat to hit once again. This
time there was no Sam walking through your door to comfort you, no Sam to wrap
his arms around you and hold you close, no Sam to show you how much he loved
You’d never felt agony like it. Sure, heats had always
sucked ass, but what you experienced was far beyond any pain they’d caused you
before you’d met Sam. There was no need to seek out an explanation for it,
though. You knew it was because your whole being was craving your Alpha.
What you also realised during this time was that Sam’s scent
was saturated into every part of your house. Sure, it might have been vaguely
faded, but it was there, and in your sensitive state you’d torn up a large part
of your home in an effort to seek it out, desperate for something more
substantial than a weak scent clinging to your mattress. Once you were over the
worst of it, you started on your next endeavour to move on.
You gutted your house.
There was no way you wanted to suffer like you had during
your last heat, and so you did what you had to. All things that you knew you
would never rid of Sam’s warm smell was to be tossed out. Your mattress and all
your bedding went first, quickly followed by your sofa and curtains, and then
the carpets. Even the doormat that Sam himself had bought you got tossed out,
only pausing briefly to look at the strange pentagram that you spotted on its
underside, painted on in a colour that was just
off from the mat’s colour. Unnerved slightly with this discovery, you pressed
Everything that you kept went through a serious cleaning. No
surface went un-scrubbed, and you painstakingly re-varnished all the wooden
Not to mention you decided that, with new furniture and a
new life, you would rearrange everything and have a new layout. This brought to
surface the second thing that unnerved you… the little fabric pouches that
started popping up in random places.
Regardless, you persevered, and soon it looked as though
you’d moved into a new house.
Characters: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7
Warning/s: Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just
because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage
(light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream
sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what
else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it
Length: 5,768 words
A/N: OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment
of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven!
It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more
than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg). I wanted to thank each and every one of you
who had consistently shown love and support for this series! I didn’t really expect to receive this much
love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!
By the way
here is the final installment, I hope it is good? And things got a bit out of hand, as always,
so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!
make sure to read until the end :)))))))))))))))) That’s it, enjoooooooooy!
At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the
soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come
back. They cannot make you stop talking
about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them
more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling
so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on
your guest room or living room.
“_____, let’s tak-“
“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?”
Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum
just let out a sigh.
“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s
done.” Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the
“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can
you say about him?” Mark asks before
downing the rest of his beer.
“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn! He is so sexy when he dances. Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn! It is the first time that I envied a fucking
floor. Can he hump on me like that
too? Huh??? What do you think? That will be great, right? Damn…”
You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.
“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed,
okay? ______?” You nodded and you barely had your eyes open
when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your
room. Jaebum and Mark just sighed before
cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back
so that they can all go home and call this a night.
Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)
Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)
A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”
I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D
Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.
NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE
LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO
You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.
You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.
You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.
Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOTget offended.
Word Count: 9.9k+
Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)
Request: “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”
A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene.- Admin Baby
Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3926
Warnings: angsty af, heart-wrenching flashbacks, also you’ll hate Bucky even more yikes, sorry!
Author’s Note: okay, i know this is a repost, but this part will always make me tear up and be ready with a box of tissues tHAT IS A WARNING TAKE IT FROM AN AUTHOR BYE I”LL LET Y’ALL READ NOW
You quietly stand in
the vast balcony, elbows perched up on the cemented railings, looking down on
the moving vehicles, which probably seemed ant size from where you are standing
on the eleventh floor of yours and Bucky’s condo. You don’t know that he is standing
right behind you, admiring you.
A smile pulls at his
lips, watching your face glowing due the thousand twinkling lights caused by
the city before you. You look ethereal and he truly couldn’t care to hide that
fact. You are beautiful, and that’s a statement he never stopped to
claim every day since the day he met you.
Bucky doesn’t know
how long you’ve been standing there, maybe since he came back home and you
opened the door for him and leaned in to place the sweetest kiss on his lips as
a sign of greeting. He struts towards you, pushing his hair back which is still
wet from the shower he just took to kill the exhaustion of the day.
No sooner than he
reaches you, he has his arms around your waist embracing you from behind. His
face nestling the in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he
pressed his silky lips on the skin there. You giggle a little as the cold drops
of water fall from the tips of his hair and slide down your chest.
Lup and Taako notice one day that Barry will eat legit anything, so they decide to test it with the spiciest dish they’ve ever made.
Barry takes a bite and instead of registering the spicy taste, he only notices that holy shit does his mouth hurt, is he allergic to… what is this? Spicy??
The twins realize that Barry just has… no sense of smell, meaning he cant taste anything. He never told them because he was afraid they would be disappointed. He eats anything they give him to make sure they’re happy, even if he doesn’t really know what it is
“Taako, you ever notice how Barry will just eat, like, anything we give him?”
Taako is busy with his newly polished manicure Magnus gave him not ten minutes ago. Staring at his cuticles, he responds, “isn’t the whole uh, the whole goal of cooking to like, to have them eat everything? Cuz its good?” Lime green is a good color for him, he thinks.
“Dude Barry is different though. He’s like a trash compactor with the decency to take it’s time and thank the chef. He’s never turned anything of mine down, I think he’ll eat anything, really.”
“I’ve heard your bedroom at night, that man will eat anything.”
They both high five, Taako doing so carefully as not to smudge the fresh polish. Not really like they had a UV light on this tin can.
“But seriously, it makes me wonder-”
“-If he has a limit?” Taako grabs the second half of her sentence. “Lup I may be dense, but I can read your face like an open book cuz we got the same mug dawg. You’ve got an experiment churning in that noggin so spill.”
Lup spends the next ten minutes describing all the meals she’s made within the last week for Barry. One included chocolate pudding with cilantro and garlic in it, to which he ate and complimented its smoothness. Second was a light salad with maple syrup dressing, which was slightly difficult but he didn’t complain. The next was a pasta dish where she substituted marinara for hot ketchup, which he adored the consistency of. And lastly,
“No… No he DIDN’T…!” Taakos eyebrows are raised and he sits back a little, hand to his chest and mouth agape.
“Yep, he ate oreos with toothpaste instead of creme in the middle.”
“That sick bastard…!”
“Taako he didn’t even flinch! I was terrified of the man I love as he proceed to eat my three trick cookies from the sleeve I gave him, then continue to the others without a reaction! So that got me thinking. Is it like a switch? Has he just never learned whats right and wrong on the food spectrum? Is there an end to this?“
“You wanna figure out how much he can take?”
“But what could be worse than what I gave him? The ketchup and pasta one was the most heinous creation I’ve ever concocted.”
“What, uh. What about reactions to, to food that are like the extreme of the spectrum?”
“What, like give him something super sour? He eats lemons instead of an orange with his cereal.”
Taako gags but continues, “nah nah sour is hard to work with. What if we… turned up the heat a little bit, eh?” THAT gets her attention.
That night the twins cook the spiciest meal of their lives. Every chili pepper under the sun go into this curry they’ve made, skipping over caution labels of bottles and suggestions. When they’ve finished, they can’t even look at it without their eyes watering.
Lup calls for Barry in the lab that dinner is ready. She knows he’s been busy so he usually eats while working, but he always makes sure to try a few bites before leaving to show Lup how much he appreciated everything she does.
“Hi Lu, hey Taako, this looks lovely! You’ve both been kinda quiet and Taako doesn’t usually help with one person meals, is something up?”
“Nah honey bunches just some good family bonding. I know you’re busy, but make sure you eat it while it’s hot.”
Taako snickers, vaguely whispering about how it’ll take a lot more than a few minutes to have it not be hot. Lup gives him a swift elbow jab to the ribs and he stifles his laugh into a cough.
“Sure, thanks babe.” He smiles warmly at her and gives her a long kiss to the cheek, and for a moment doubt flashes in her mind. As he pulls away though, the fork is already to his mouth.
Taako leans across the counter to watch and Lup almost tells him to stop, but her curiosity overwhelms her as Barry makes no reaction to the spice.
“As always Lup you never fail to make a delicious- hey why does my mouth… my mouth, hurts?” He looks at them, talking with his tongue hanging out and gasping for air, “guys my mouth kinda huwts, it might be an allergic reaction? Is my epi pen anywhere close by?? Or something cold at least, it feels like I’ve been burned!”
“Barry have you never had spicy food before?” Taako asks wide eyed and unblinking, making no motion to help him. Lup has already rounded the counter towards the fridge for some water.
“W-what no, I l-love spicy food, haha that’s like my favorite stuff! Not sure what this is though, is this made of pop rocks?” His tongue still hangs out of his mouth now as he’s sweating.
“Barry, you’re EATING spicy food.”
There’s a pause as Barry looks down at his plate. Lup has stopped pouring him some water now as both twins look at him with concerned eyes.
“Babe,” Lup starts, “do you have a sense of taste?”
“I…I, yes? Technically, yes. Yeah, I’ve got a sense of taste, how else could I… love your cooking?” He’s breathing is a bit heavier now, “I…I wouldn’t be able to compliment or love it otherwise… see? Like this…” Barry goes to lift his fork again and Lup stops him, holding his hand down and looking into his eyes.
“You could have told me, babe why didn’t you say anything?” There’s no hurt in her eyes, only concern for the human.
Barry sighs and puts the fork down. Taking the glass of water he hands her, he finally says “because I CAN taste things, I just don’t have a sense of smell. This curry is the first thing I’ve actually tasted in a long time, but it was kinda overridden by… pain? I think it was just pain, not really a flavor… But Lup I loved it, really I-“
“Barry.” He shuts up. “You not being able to taste my cooking isn’t anything I care about. I cook because you look happy when you eat it. I just want you to be happy and that’s it, babe.”
Barry looks like he’s going to say something when he’s overwhelmed by the spiciness again and takes a sip of water, prompting them both to laugh again.
“So no WONDER he kept eating all that weird shit! He didn’t know it was weird!” The happy couple is reminded they’re not alone when Taako interjects, “oh thank god, now I don’t have to disown you for eating salad with maple syrup!”
“Wait, I ate what?” He looks up at Lup through the corners of his eyes.
[A/N] This kind of writing falls under the ‘Noir’ category. It involves crime and is rated M for mature contents. One part, every week. OK? OK.
The Lieutenant: Bang Yongguk.
The smell of cigarettes from his superior is blocking his mind. He tried to shake his discomforts, a few times, but he had to settle for a walk for a minute. He never bothered to take his phone to the toilet but this time, he did. He picked the cubicle farthest from the entrance and placed the seat cover down. He slip his phone out of his back pocket and he sighed, before anything else. He sighed, tiredly. As if he’ll be expecting some unwanted texts. And like he predicted, he did.
“Yongguk.” “Please, answer my call.” “I need you.” “Call me.” “I won’t be asking you for help. Not anymore.” “This will be the last time.”
He locked the screen and hovered his eyes away from it, while tilting his head back. “You have seven missed calls, since Monday.” The last text arrived. He had been out of town, but isn’t very far from where he lives. This was the kind of text messages he refused to reply to. He cares about you too much, and for that same reason he had been avoiding you. So that you’ll grow out of it.
*not my gif Summary: you and Lip were supposed to have the house all to yourselves and also Ian. However, Ian didn’t want to be a third wheeler, so he invited Mandy and Mickey over as well. Lip wanted you bad in bed, so you did something a little naughty. A/N: This one is requested by @thatbandchick39 . This is my first x reader smut story and I enjoyed making it. btw, in this story, Ian and Mickey aren’t gay. sorry! P.S sorry for the very rough and dirty words! more smut imagines to come. ;) x
“Heeeey!” Mickey and Mandy said as they went in the house unexpectedly. Ian smiled and walked towards them. “Can’t we just go up in my room and have a little fun?” Lip begged Y/N, wrapping his hands around her waist, slowly going down and grabbed her ass. Y/N grabbed his hands away from her ass, “We’ll do that later.” Y/N winked at him, and walked away, going towards Mickey and Mandy. “Hi! It’s been so long!” Y/N said giving Mandy a hug and as if for Mickey, Y/N gave him a peck on the cheek. Y/N turned around to see Lip with an expression.
When Y/N walked towards Lip, he grabbed her wrist, “What was that?” He whispered. “What was what?” Y/N said, nicely. “That. Giving Milkovich a kiss on the cheek?” He said. “What? Can’t a friend kiss their long time friend that she hasn’t seen in a long time?” Y/N pulled her wrist away from him. “Who wants a beer?” Y/N said.
The three said yes and Y/N walked straight to the kitchen, ignoring Lip. Y/N opened up the fridge and took out 5 bottles of beer. Right when Y/N closed the fridge, Lip started to kiss Y/N, carrying her up against the fridge. As Lip kiss Y/N, he started to slowly kiss down her neck. Y/N let out a small moan, “Stop. We can’t do this now, Lip.” Y/N giggled. “They won’t know,” Lip said, still kissing Y/N’s neck. “The beer, Lip.” Y/N said. “Fuck,” Lip exclaimed quietly, dropping Y/N down. “I promise, we’ll have the best sex you’ll ever have.” Y/N laughed and walked out with the beer.
“Here’s your beer.” Y/N said, giving them their beer. They all sat down and started to talk about what recently happened with their life. “So Mickey, seeing anyone lately?” Y/N asked him, putting her foot up on the coffee table as she winks at Mickey. Mickey had a grin appeared on his face, “No, but if you want to be the person that I’m seeing, why not?” Mickey jokingly said.
Lip’s face became serious and his jaw clenched of jealousy. Y/N noticed it, she smiled because she knew her plan was working. She wanted Lip to feel angry and jealous. Whenever Lip is angry or jealous he goes rough on Y/N, so she wanted to try something different.
“Oh, Mickey, you’re such a flirt.” Y/N teased. Lip looked away, pressing his tongue to his cheek. Ian and Mandy started to notice something strange about Lip. “Are you okay? Lip?” Ian asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t feel well today…” Lip said as he pretends to feel pain in his head. Lip looked at Y/N with the corner of his eyes, he finally knew that Y/N is doing something that could make him jealous.
“Do you wanna go to bed, babe?” Y/N asked him, putting her hand on Lip’s thigh as she looks into his eyes. “No. I’m good.” Lip said.
“Well fuck, if I was you I’d go to bed. So I could do something bad with Y/N tonight.” Mickey joked. Y/N laughed, standing up as he walked towards Mickey. She sat on Mickey’s lap and put her arms around him while Mickey is holding her hip. Lip started to turn red and his leg is shaking of anger but luckily no one noticed so everyone continued to have a talk. “Mickey, Lip is her boyfriend. It’s too late for that.” Mandy said. “Well, I was just kidding,” Mickey said, drinking his bottled of beer which is now empty.
“You guys got another beer?” Mickey asked. “Uhm, yeah. I’ll go check.” Lip said as he stood up walking to the fridge. As he opens up the fridge, he took a little peak out the living just to see Y/N enjoying herself sitting on Mickey’s lap. But Lip had enough, there was still some beer left but Lip lied to them that there’s none. “Sorry guys, we’re out of beer. I’ll go down the store if there’s any.” Lip said, about to head out the door.
“No. No. You stay here with your girl and we’ll go.” Mickey said, putting Y/N down on the sofa. Y/N smiled, because she knew that there was still some beer left in the fridge. As the three left, Y/N and Lip were the only ones at home.
“Soo, no more beer huh?” Y/N said, playing with her hair. Lip walked big steps towards Y/N and pinned her down on the sofa, Lip went on top of her making Y/N feel excited. “What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Lip asked as he takes off his shirt. “All the flirting and sitting on Mickey’s lap? You think that would work?” Lip said, as he took off Y/N’s panties under her skirt and putting his finger on Y/N’s clitoris. “Ohh, fuck, Lip.” Y/N moaned. “You didn’t answer my fucking question. Did you really think that would work on me?” Lip said as he started to move his finger on her clit. “Oh, my god! Yes, I did. Fuck, go faster!” Y/N screamed. Lip stopped moving his fingers as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his dong, as he slowly puts his tip inside of Y/N.
Y/N let out a small moan, putting her hands behind Lip’s neck. “Is that what you wanted, Lip?” Y/N teasingly said. “The sex? I bet you won’t even last long.” Y/N said just to make Lip angry as it worked.
“Won’t last long? I’ll show you, how I do it.” Lip said, as he surprisingly went inside Y/N, and started to thrust even harder. Lip let out a loud and deep moan, making Y/N so turned on. “Lip!” Y/N screamed.
He stopped and looked at Y/N with a serious look on his face. “Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked. “You don’t deserve a nice and romantic slow fuck, you whore,” Lip exclaimed. “You have to follow what I say,” Lip said. “Turn over,” Lip said. Y/N giggled as he turned over for Lip, putting her ass up for him. Lip gave Y/N a spank on the ass making Y/N squeal. Lip went inside Y/N once again and started to go hard and fast without any warning. Y/N orgasmed loud, making the whole house noisy. “I want you to shut up!” Lip ordered Y/N. However, she didn’t listen. “I told you to be fucking quiet!” Lip said, pulling Y/N’s long hair and putting his hand over Y/N’s mouth. “Much better,” Lip said as he started to go even faster, making Y/N’s back to loose her arch. Lip slapped her ass again, “Put your ass up!” Lip said.
Lip started to feel tingly and funny down his male part, making him uncover Y/N’s mouth as he became so weak. “Oh fuck, Lip, I’m so fucking close!” Y/N screamed. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my cock?” Lip whispered to Y/N’s ear. “Yes! Yes! I do!” Y/N screamed. “Beg for it!” Lip said as he started to go faster and harder. “Please! I wanna cum now!” Y/N said. “Fine, cum all over my dick,” Lip said as he started to feel the warm white substance dripped all over Lip’s dick, making it wet and smooth. Lip let out an orgasm, letting Y/N know that Lip is also close. “Yeah, cum for me, you fucking asshole.” Y/N said, holding on tight on the pillow they had on the sofa.
Lip finally let all of his spunk out on top of Y/N’s back as she tries to catch her breath. “Best sex we ever had so far.” Y/N said, reaching out for the tissue on the coffee table, passing it to Lip to clean her. “Maybe, you should do that more often.” Lip laughed. As the two went on and get dressed and pretended like nothing happened. Mickey, Mandy, and Ian finally came back with two boxes of bottles beer.
“We’re back!” Ian said, putting his jacket back on the jacket holder before hopping back into the sofa with Mandy. “Do you want round 2, when everyone’s asleep?” Lip whispered to Y/N, who’s now sitting next to him. Y/N looked at him with a smile and winked.
Pairing: Peter x Reader Warnings: Language, major feels lmao A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on this series, I was pretty shocked by all the messages I’ve been getting! I am so glad you liked it - here’s the final part :D
“Goddamn it,” you muttered, staring dejectedly at your empty contacts box. With everything going on, you hadn’t thought to check and see if you had extras.
You didn’t like your glasses much, but the only thing you could think of was how much Peter liked them. He used to call you adorable when you wore them, obviously meaning it in a friend way, but it made your heart swell whenever he said that. You used to wear them all the time back when you two were friends, just because he liked them.
Over the past months though, you stuck with contacts. You liked them more, and it was ridiculous, but you wore them also to keep the memories of Peter away.
Today, you didn’t have a choice but to wear them, otherwise you’d be blind. You pushed them back up your nose and sighed, grabbing your bag and heading for the subway so you could get to school.
• rolls in on his scooter at like 2 in the morning every night, probably always waking you up
• you’d think he was all badass, going to parties and staying out and everything…but he babysits dogs when their owners are away
• and he’d tell you that one morning when you found him trying to get in your apartment bc he mistook it for his “are you sleepwalking lmao”
• probably offers to cook you breakfast on the weekends if you’re not busy
• bonus if you actually had a dog, he’ll give you discount and you’d have the pleasure of watching him being all cute and kissy with your pup
• has knocked at least 17 times on your door, asking if you had any Ramen
• even if you’re like “no……same answer as the last 16 times” he’s still like “ok well I have some, wanna come over?”
• but it’s so fun flirting with him tbh he’s hilarious plus he always has expensive ice cream in his fridge that he’s willing to share if you came over
• one time you found him flirting with your other neighbor when you came down the stairs “gasp, we’re you just hitting on timothy…I thought we had something special”
• has a new hairstyle every time you see him
• introduces himself on like the first day of moving in, with a box of cookies and the whole shebang
• way too cheerful and loud in the mornings but his energy rubs off on you and you can’t help but smile when you pass him in the hallway or the elevator
• offers to go jogging with you on weekday mornings and have a late brunch
• sometimes he comes over without any warning and makes himself a cup of tea while you’re cooking
• has all the latest gossip on everyone in the building/street so you’re always scandalized
• you probably heard about him before you even met him
• “oh my gosh I heard he’s such a player tho” “did u see him blowing kisses at my dog???” “He looks like the type of guy to pour his milk before the cereal” look he’s just a dork
• you always see him carrying brown paper bags for his groceries
• retro 70s/80s music can heard from his door every Monday morning but you should probably not ask
• has way too many plants and cacti in his apartment…..if you’re ever lucky to get invited inside to see
• people would think he’s some sort of celebrity when he moved in next to you
• always wearing blacked out shades and long pea coat even when it’s like 90 degrees at night
• won’t even spare you a glance unless you’re carrying a new issue of his favorite magazine or you just smelled really nice “is that the new dior?”
• once you have the privilege to step inside his abode, it’s like yall are besties and he’s sharing his favorite non-gluten recipes with you
• gives everyone a stank look if if they stepped on his ‘welcome, bitch’ mat with their dusty shoes
• does he even have hair on his head, why he always wearing a snapback ??????
• brings his homies over every other night and it’s so loud, you can see like 3 or 4 more people sneaking in his door every few minutes
• when you decide to finally give him a piece of your mind, he’s like “bro come turn up its lit!!!! I got jello shots :’)))”
• yeah ngl his parties are always lit and he plays the best music plus no one has any complaints bc they’re always at his place anyway
• friends with the local pizza shop and has free deliveries if the manager is invited
• an upstanding citizen, you’ve even seen him helping old people cross the street and save a fat pigeon from being run over by some kid’s skateboard
• usually has his face buried in a book when the elevator is crowded, but you can bet he’s listening on everyone’s conversations
• one time you caught him looking at your texts with your friend and it was just full of memes
• that’s when he introduced himself…..I mean he kinda had to bc he couldn’t stop snorting at your sense of humor
• has like 10 stray cats and cool lizards in his place “please don’t tell the landowner, I just couldn’t help myself :(”
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You were now in Yoongi and Taehyung’s apartment since you were their personal slave for the week. You had lost a bet to them the week before. You all were playing different games with them one night and decided to make it interesting. You were going to make them your personal slaves, but you lost and you were regretting making the bet in the first place.
Of course you were now in a skimpy maid outfit and black stilettos that Yoongi bought you. It honestly was a little weird for Yoongi to have gotten them for you, handing them to you with a gummy grin Monday morning. He was so quiet sometimes, so you figured he was probably the kinkest one out of all seven boys. Then again it was probably Taehyung who talked him into buying it for you. You knew they were going to try and make your life a living hell… and they did.
But can we talk about how we finally got to see Sunset's place!?
YES, YES WE CAN. I gasped aloud when the music video started and I saw that!
Sunset’s got a studio apartment! This seems about right, too. Small in square-footage because, I mean, teenager living on their own, but she classes the joint up with some fairy lights.
It’s also been pointed out by thelastkurta that instead of a kitchen area, Sunset just has a mini-fridge and a microwave. There’s a reason studio apartments are called bachelor apartments in Canada.
I love that the animators put in curtains above Sunset’s bed that are coloured to match her leather jacket.
It seems to me her mattress is also just on the floor, no real bedframe or anything like that. I still have to wonder what it would’ve felt like to go from living in a castle for years of her life, to living in a small apartment.
She also seems to have an acoustic guitar hanging up by her bedroom area. Cool to know she has one.
Also, here’s just a fun detail: I would think Sunset would be more used to reading traditional/analog clocks because Equestria wouldn’t have digital. Even though she could obviously read digital, I feel like she went with the analog alarm clock just to have something familiar.
Also, her alarm clock is clearly beat to shit. Her hand is covering it in this screen-grab, but she’s actually used duck tape to fix it up before.
The bathroom is a bathroom, not too much to see here, but I will say 1. she takes care of a baby cactus, and 2. the bathroom is apparently small enough so that she hangs her towels off a pipe instead of a towel rack.
It’s also just, like, a really small apartment complex. One of those windows is hers, so that seems to mean she only has one neighbour/flatmate, unless there’s more on the other side.
There isn’t really a parking lot for this building, either, so if Sunset even did actually own the motorcycle we saw in Friendship Games, your guess is as good as mine as to where she parks it.
I’m honestly so glad to finally get to see the inside of her apartment! It’s cool to know how she lives, and hell, the more I can learn about my favourite character the better!
Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.
I didn’t mean to start dating Min Yoongi. I’d simply gone into New York City. I had taken the day off from work weeks in advance and gone in with my friends then ran into him at Bryant Park. I’d heard BTS before, but honestly, I had no clue that they were there at that time. I later learned it was for some meeting, but we never really talked about the details of one of our favorite days.
We’d made eye contact. He was in front of the fountain taking pictures of it and himself, and I’d noticed him out of the corner of my eye. When we tell this story, he likes to say that I was staring at him with heart eyes. In reality, I watched him for 10 seconds and within that time he’d notice me and given me a coy smile. Then he jogged back over to Jimin and Namjoon and I shook my head clear of that and back into my friends conversation.
I hadn’t noticed the 3 boys following us across the street into Kinokuniya Bookstore. We simply went across the street to look at the manga, figures, and all of the cute stationary. I was there with my two best friends, Alicia and Julianna. They had wandered off, crying about some manga about stray dogs and I was alone in the basement of the store, looking at the stationary when I felt a heat on the back of my neck. I always got nervous when I was alone, simply because I had some terrible anxiety.
I was the mom friend in the group, so I had to take charge in certain situations. For some reason, inside of flight I choose fight. Boy, was it the right choice. I’d turned around the see who was staring at me and it was him, Him with his blonde hair. Him with his soft face. Him with his all black outfit and snapback, hiding from the world.
Before I got the chance to ask why he was staring at me, he stepped closer and held out his hand.
“Min Yoongi.” he introduced and I shook it.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Can I asked why a perfectly good stranger has been watching me like some creep.”
He chuckled. I melted. “Well, I can’t help myself to do anything, but to look at you. You kind of have my full attention and I also thought it was a little creepy. Obviously, you noticed me. So, I thought I would introduce myself.”
“What a gentleman.”
“You know, they have this cute little cafe on the top floor. Wanna come get lunch with me?”
His english was a little broken, but I managed to catch his drift and pick up on what he was saying. The way he spoke was almost rehearsed. Later, I found out that Namjoon helped him learn this little monologue so he could speak to me.
Then it was all a part of history. Our history. The six of us had a lunch together and Yoongi and I hit it off. He was trying so hard to speak my language, even though Namjoon had to help him a bunch. He was so… into me. It was crazy. I’d never had such an instant spark with someone, especially someone so reserved at first. I had always had this weird outgoing, loud guy type.
He was so captivating. He still is. Anyways, that’s how it started. After that lunch, he’d invited us to their concert that night. When I carried on, stressing out about how I had nothing to wear, he just waved me off. My girlfriends laughed at my constant need to worry about the silliest things in the world, just stating “This is how I was.” and that “he’d have to get used to it”. Which he responded with, “I plan on it.”.
On the way out of the store, he grabbed my hand and led me down the avenue. We were both totally aware he had no idea where he was off to, but he’d decided I was going to get a whole new outfit then stay at his hotel. I’d felt like I’d known Min Yoongi for years. His personality just vibed with me and the hotel part didn’t even come across in a creepy way? Then we shopped and went to his show.
Obviously, the next day he was gone. Off to some other city. But he never left me. My days were full of constant texts and calls. My weeks became filled with him flying in whenever he had a day off. My months were made up of stolen kisses and my year ended up in a relationship. It was a secret and we could handle it. The constant separation made keeping this secret from his record label so much easier.
Until 2 years later. 2 years into my bliss, we were caught by one of his fans. He’d flown in for the weekend and one of them had followed the car he got picked up in from the airport all the way to a parking lot of a Mcdonald’s where he hopped into my car. We were in for some shit, let me tell you. My mentions were filled and so was my phone. BigHit now owned me in a way, sadly. After signing a bunch of contracts about how I wasn’t playing Yoongi and that I couldn’t run away with his money and I couldn’t reveal more intimate parts of him and if we got married I had none of his BTS assets and all of that dumb shit, I thought it had died down.
The armys didn’t hate me. Well, obviously some did, but the others made me feel welcome. Made me feel less scared about going public with my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 3 years. I was very straight forward with the things I could talk about and did whatever his record label asked me to. At first, it started with an hour long interview, talking about myself and us. Why we kept this all a secret and such. It ended with them surprising me with what I thought was a skype call, but Yoongi ended up being there. After 4 months.
When we were on the skype call, he told me to close my eyes for a moment so he could put on something silly or whatever. Then I smelt him, as weird as it sounds. He wore my favorite cologne and I started crying before he wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds I was buried into his chest, sobbing, as he held his hands on my face. He wiped away my tears for camera effect, but he also made sure to block my face from the limelight. He knew I’d be even more upset if there were suddenly gifs of me hysterical on the internet.
So, blah blah blah, right? Now, I’ll bring us to today. Currently, I was hiding in the fridge at my job at a super market deli. My manager knew I was in here and I was even preparing food in here to go in the showcase. Currently there were a bunch of pre-teen girls standing at the counter, all looking for me. It’d been like this for the past week and my manager Steve happened to feel bad for me today.
A few hours earlier, my twitter started to go crazy. The Big Hit account had decided to use me for some retweets and tweeted out my work address. So now it looked like I was having a fucking meet and greet, so I decided to be trapped in the fridge. Yep.
Steve walked in and kind of chuckled at me as I packed some yams into a dinner container. “I know you’re having a hard time out there, but we could really use you. It’s a little busy out there. It’s your meet and greet after all.” Then he broke into a full on laughter, patting his chest, to make sure he could still breathe at the end of it. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. “I’m glad you’re sticking this out, you know, taking one for the team back here.”
In all reality, I wanted to ask to go home. It was starting to get cold and I forgot a jacket, but I needed the money. Not all of us could be K-pop idols and I didn’t want to really want to have to rely on him for money. Well, he sort of ruined my job. And my life. Maybe I could bill him for work interruption. I’ll sue him. That’s it, I’ll sue him. I’m not exactly sure for what yet, but I texted informing him about the lawsuit. He didn’t respond.
He also didn’t respond to my 20 other texts messages freaking out about the armys at my job or about how his record label was trying to sabotage our relationship. He was probably in the middle of overworking himself in whatever country he was in today. I had stopped trying to keep up with each individual one and just knew the basic area of where he was. I think it was Korea. Or maybe Japan. I knew it wasn’t America. That was in half a week.
They had a 2 weeks vacation and he’d decided to spend it with me. Every time he got a break, he tried to waste it all on me. I always bullied him into going home to be with his family or spend time with the band and the last 4 days would be reserved for us. This time he’d convinced me to let him stay with me the whole time. He’d even called my store and requested the two weeks off for me as he planned whatever he was going to do. So, starting Monday I would no longer be trapped here, I guess.
As soon as all of the dinner were packed, I stacked them onto a tray and kicked open the fridge door, subsequently hitting one of the chef’s, Mike, with it. “Ahh, she emerges.” he joked, pushing my hat lower over my eyes. “Maybe you should go say hi to them. They’ve been here since your shift started.” He nodded at the 50 girls filling up the coffee lounge outside of the deli. I swished my mouth back and forth, debating the situation. “I’ll go with you, if that’s what you need. I know you want to, nervous nelly.”
I put the dinners down and grabbed my bag on my way back to my tundra. I pulled up the step ladder and took out my makeup bag, deciding now would be a good time to look good. Of course I wanted to go meet the girls. They made my boyfriend happy and support him. They support us. I guess it really did look bad if I hid all day. I was just so anxious about the entire situation. I wasn’t the famous one. I was kind of just riding along with the love of my life who happened to be a bit popular.
I pulled off my hat and took out the ponytail within my hair. I ran my hands through it and of course it was already a bit knotted. Nothing could ever be easy in my life. Whatever, this was for him. For his label. In the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that everyone out there would jump me for dating him, but they were there. Here to see me. Hell, what do I even do? I work, I’m not even in school, and I sing in a band that purely plays in my friends garage because we can’t get our act together to even have a name.
I stood up and cleared my throat a bunch. When I got nervous my voice seemed to crack and I stepped out of my tomb. “Wish me luck.” I said to the guys I worked with and they just laughed and waved me off.
I pushed open the double doors and heard a few noises come from the direction I was headed in. “H-Hey guys.” I smiled, giving a little wave to the girls as they proceeded to run over to me and surround me. First, it started slow. I thought maybe they’d kind of stare at me from a distance, but oh no. Of course nothing can be civil and easy with me, can it?
They started getting closer to me and snapping selfies all around me, throwing out questions about Yoongi.
“What’s he like in bed?” I can’t discuss that. I legally can’t.
“Is this just a publicity thing? So the armys can feel like they have a chance?” No, I’m in love with him. He’s in love with me.
“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes me feel so shitty.” I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t feel that way. You’re absolutely beautiful.
“Is BTS gonna tour here soon?” I don’t know.
“Why have you been hiding from us? What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?” Nothing. I was so scared. I’m so scared.
I wanted to respond to everything. I wanted to defend myself. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, everything was trapped in my thoughts. I just smiled for all of the pictures and videos they were taking of and with me. I didn’t start to cry until I heard Steve yell for me behind the deli counter, asking if I was alright. Then I became hysterical. I covered my face and closed my eyes, only to hear him running across the wooden floor. He lightly pushed through the girls and pulled me out of there, back to my safe haven of the deli fridge.
I’d been excused to leave work early after that and Steve told me not to come in the next day either. After a little bit of a fight about it, he told me to start my days off early and that he’d talk to his boss about asking if those can be paid vacation days. I knew he’d say no however. The store manager had been pushing for me to work more because of all of the business I’d been bringing in by simply working there. We were up by around half a grand a day and boy did that make him look good.
When I pulled into my driveway, I unplugged the aux cord from my car and dialed one of the numbers I knew by heart. Yoongi’s international number. I rarely called him without asking, but I knew he had my phone call volume on. Only when it was an emergency I’d phone him right away.
It rang three times. “Mmmm, baby? What’s up?” Oh, he sounded so sleepy. I felt bad for about 5 seconds before I started yelling.
“How could you sleep through all of my messages? Boy, have I had a day.” I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me, only locking the top lock. I threw myself on the couch as I heard him groaning about sitting up to check his phone.
“Facetime.” Then he hung up and face timed me this time. By this point, I was upside down on my couch with a red face and an angry expression. I hit the green button. “You look so grumpy.” He chuckled.
“I am grumpy. Please don’t go on twitter for a few days?”
“So, armys were at your job.” I saw his face sink a little as he leaned against the wall.
I sat upright and fixed my hair in the camera mirror. “I kind of started crying and I got excused from work until after my vacation days. They probably think I’m crazy, Gloongs.”
“You’re calling me Gloongs? Look at you. The new dwarf in Snow White. Mopey.”
“I’m gonna hang–”
“No. Please no. You’re not okay. I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.” Then he hung up.
The way he went about his life was so weird to me sometimes. Knowing him, he was back asleep already too. Sleeping sounded like a pretty good idea, actually. I knew I could never take a nap, it was something I had learned to deal with. I’d always wished I could just pass out like my boyfriend. He had this uncanny ability to simply close his eyes and be somewhere else.
I stood from the purple couch in my living room and walked the total 10 feet to my bedroom. I swung open the door and fell straight onto my bed. The phone charger I kept next to my bed was gone and then I just let out my anger by screaming. I didn’t give a fuck about my upstairs neighbor in this moment or the 5 open windows in the little apartment my mother and I stayed in. I was just frustrated.
The plug had fallen on the floor off of my mattress, luckily. Once my phone was charging, I called up my best friend Alicia. She didn’t pick up and I knew she was also asleep. Of course two of the most important people in my life had these weird sleeping habits I couldn’t get myself into. I could barely sleep as it was, let alone throughout the day.
I called her again as fast as I could. Normally after the first phone call, she grabbed her phone to turn off the volume for the second call. I always begged her not to because if there was a second call it was important, but she didn’t give a shit. It was almost crazy to me how my boyfriend and best friend were so alike. I really couldn’t fathom how I could handle two of them let alone one, but I did it. I guess my type had changed.
I must have called fast enough because I was met with a groan and a, “Ugh, what do you need?”
“Hey,” I almost choked up? I wasn’t sad, just stressed. “Can we do something?”
“Guardians 2 just came out, if you can get us tickets.” Usually, I was met with a no and that she was going back to bed. “What’s wrong with you?”
I put my phone on speaker and opened up the Chrome browser, typing in showtimes near us. “Oh, you know. I’m just casually getting stalked.”
“Yeah? Well, that’s karma.”
“Dating a superstar. A hot, lazy version of me though. Yeah. Karma.” she broke into a fit of chuckles and I heard her get up and start rummaging through her clothes. “Do I have to dress nice? Am I going to get followed by some paparazzi?” I could hear her trying not to laugh.
“I’m wearing jeans and a fucking hoodie. The next show time is in 40 minutes, I got us side seats. I’m coming to pick you up.” Then I hung up, grabbed my keys, and ran out my door.
The movie was amazing, but my phone call with Yoongi later was not. Halfway through the movie, I remembered that he had wanted to see it with me. Boy, I wasn’t ready for the angry rant I was about to get, but I stayed up til 2 am for it anyways.
“Hey, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was in the arena in whatever place he was in now, getting ready for his show. “How are you, what’d you do after our call last night? Or your day time.”
“I went to the movies with Ali-”
“No you didn’t.” Oh no. He interrupted me. He was onto me, he knew. “Are you kidding me? I planned the tour around us seeing this movie during my vacation days!” He was screaming now. I heard Hoseok in the background asking him to calm down and heard my precious boyfriend slapping him away. “You know what? I’m done.”
“Done? Dude, come on.”
“You’re fucking coming to Korea on the next flight and we’re seeing it together. You’re off from work anyways, I’m not taking no as an answer. Hoseok, please take my card and find her a flight. I’d do it, but she won’t pack anything that she needs if I hang up to look.”
He was right, sadly. For such a put together person I over packed unessential stuff no matter where I was going. Day trips, week trips, I packed my entire room up for those. “Don’t make him book me a ticket. I can buy my own.”
He broke into a fit of laughter. “Shut up, no you can’t. I got you out of work, so let me compensate by paying. You also can’t argue with me because it’s done. Check your email.”
He was right, I couldn’t. The flight was in about 3 hours and I was an hour away from the airport, so I started to pack. He scolded me about packing 3 times the clothes I needed when it only a four day trip. They had three more shows left to end their tour and would be in the same area for all of them. So I didn’t have to feel guilty about more travel expenses and such like I always did.
Of course I knew he had the money to spend and such, but that was the thing. I didn’t want to be pampered by him at all times just because he could. I liked being able to support myself and not feeling like I was using him for his money. I was so in love with this kid and I had been for the last few years and that was the last thing I wanted him to believe.
Yeah, I was working a part time minimum wage job and he was touring the world, but I didn’t need him for such small expenses. Even though I guess a plane ticket wasn’t small. On the cab ride to JFK airport, I was just enveloped in my thoughts about him that I didn’t even realize when we had arrived. I was forced out of my head by a loud honk and the man in the front seat telling me to get out. I passed up a 50 dollar bill and grabbed my larger than I should have suit case out of the trunk.
I never really began going to airports and flying before Yoongi. It was such a normal thing to him, but to me it was so extravagant. Not even including where you’re going, flying on an airplane was just such a cool concept to me. So I took it all in every time. Even if it fucked me over in the end. Which you already knew it did. I never slept, so my jet lag was extra bad during these. I just watched movie after movie, every time. There was truly nothing else to do for me than take advantage of that. I got too anxious sleeping in front of people, even if they were perfectly good strangers.
Whenever my plane landed in South Korea, I always regretted not paying too much attention when Yoongi tried to teach me the language in depth. I knew some basic terms to get me around, but he had practiced English for so long and so hard for me, that I really did feel guilty for not learning his native tongue. It seemed to always be a lingering thought whenever I was in his homeland, but he made me feel silly for thinking that. Stating that I had no true reason to learn Korean and that he didn’t want me to get good at it so he could always talk shit about me without me truly understanding. As much as I wanted to believe that was a joke, I knew it wasn’t.
After grabbing my luggage, I looked around for one of the security guards I knew would be getting me. I pulled my hood lower on my head and looked for the sign that Yoongi probably wrote. Knowing him it would say something embarrassing. There it was. Booboo buns. He even drew hearts around it. He was such a dick, even when he wasn’t here.
I gripped my rolling suitcase with a hard fist as I walked over to the burly man and waved. He complimented me with a smile and turned his back on me to follow to the car outside. He attempted to take my suitcase from me and I just responded with, “Aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida.” Meaning no thank you. One of the few terms I made sure to know along with where is the bathroom and a few other phrases.
Once I was in the familiar black van, I finally closed my eyes. I didn’t know how far the hotel was and I didn’t bother to ask. Well, I didn’t know how to ask and I had no service here to even text Yoongi I was on my way. He definitely knew though. For a lazy fuck he was on top of important shit; like getting me around a place where I could easily end up lost. As much as I prided myself on having good direction value.
Of course I didn’t sleep on the way to the hotel when that was purely all I wanted to do. The security guard parked the car in front of the hotel and left the hazards on. He simply walked me inside and I said thank you and he passed me a card with the room number and key. From the lack of people around here, I figured the boys were at their show. It was around 8 pm here now, so it was almost a perfect time for me to sleep.
I power walked to the elevator and once it dinged I went inside up to the 18th floor. I closed my eyes on the way up as I leaned against the mirror on the side of the elevator. I hope I didn’t leave a mark or anything. I was probably all gross from that plane ride. If I had the energy I’d shower, but I just wanted to knock out and I bet that the bed here was super comfortable. Nothing like my mattress on the floor back at home. Ding. I was here. Floor 18, room 22. Of course it was at the end of a long hallway. Of course.
At this point I was almost ready to crawl down the hallway, but instead I jogged. I figured I was alone, but I was wrong. During my sprint, I ran into random man and completely ate shit and fell. He said, “Sorry, sorry.” but continued running in the opposite direction of me. Awesome. Now I was tired and bruised and probably had fucking rug burn, but I was over it. I stood up and just pushed the thought that I got to see Yoongi when I woke up. I swiped the card through room 22 and saw it. The beautiful, big bed. The door slammed behind me and I kicked off the moccasins I’d been wearing for the past almost 16 hours. A smile loomed over my face as I tiptoed over to the empty bed and stuffed myself into it. Within a minute, I was out like a light.
I was awoken by the light turning on, but the thing that pushed me into being awake was the stench that followed it. I coughed to clear my throat and sat up. I opened my eyes to a smiling Yoongi at the foot of the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the change, so he was a little blurry to me. “Why didn’t you shower there?” I asked. It totally wasn’t the first thing I wanted to say, but I kind of hurt a bit too much to move or yell.
“I wanted to see my girl.” His smile turned into one of my favorites. The gummy one. Then he crawled over to me, rubbing his fingers across the dimple that lined my face. “You’re so pretty… and bloody?” He chuckled, “Did you fall or something?” He peeled the blanket off of me and I was as confused as the look on his face. “Oh, come on. You fell?”
I couldn’t help but to laugh. There were a bunch of scratches on my arm from the carpet that had torn just enough to bleed. Then I just ignored it, so here we were. “Yeah, I fell. I was super tired and ran into this guy-”
“Someone ran into you?” He pulled me into his smelly arms and squeezed me. “You didn’t yell at him? Shame. I love it when you’re a firecracker.” He kissed at my cheek, towards the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I missed you.”
He continued to leave small kisses around my face and I knew I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. I turned around so that I was looking at him and he had changed his hair. “Green?” My face lit up, “You did my favorite hair color again?!”
He bit at my nose, “Yeah. I gotta make sure this vacation is perfect for you.” He went back to kissing around my face. Whenever we met up, it always started like this. He missed the physical interaction, but never pushed me into anything, He always started slow.
“How was the show?”
“Amazing, as always, but I was so distracted knowing you were here and laying in my bed without me.” His kisses began to trail down the side of my face to my neck, his second favorite place to be at for a while.
“Can we shower? I don’t want to fuck you- No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck you really bad.”
“Blunt today?” he breathed hot air down my neck as he spoke in a sexy whisper.
“I’m gross and so are you, let’s shower.”
We both walked into the bathroom and started stripping each other. Nothing too sensual at first, until we were both in our undergarments. We both just looked at each other for a minute. Observed each other’s flaws and imperfections as if it was the first time seeing each other naked, but boy was it not. Honestly, I think that’s what made us love each other so much. Everything was always the same, but it was always new.
“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Yoongi breathed. He undid the clasp on my bra and as I took that off I felt his long fingers slide down my back to pull down my lacy panties I’d been in for probably the last day. I breathed out a gasped when he touched me. His fingers were cold even though the bathroom was slowly heating up. I pulled on the waistline of Yoongi’s boxers, suggesting for him to take them off. Even if we were caught in a moment, he couldn’t help but to slightly laugh at my little motions. I was never truly the one in charge of these situations, but considering it’s been about 3 months since we’d last seen each other, I was getting a little antsy.
He grabbed onto my hand and led me into the shower. As soon as I turned the shower on he started attacking my neck with little kisses. Nothing too aggressive, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise after each kiss. I turned around to face him. God, he was beautiful. We moved closer to each other and our lips finally connected. The kiss was soft and sweet. Then of course leave it to Yoongi become aggressive. With one swift motion, he lifted me off of the ground and made me wrap my legs around him. He pushed me into the tiled wall and I could feel him against my heat.
“You came all this way for me, I figured I might as well do something for you.” He said.
“That’s fine by me, daddy.” I teased. I could feel him fucking harden against me. It was really hot. I knew it was one of his kinks. He would never admit it to me but whenever I called him that it would almost instantaneously turn him on. Now that I did that, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. Aka, him getting mad if I called him anything other than that or sir. I did it anyways, him being mad was pretty hot in these cases.
“Yeah?” his voice was raspier now.
“Okay, Yoongi.” I smirked, excited for the outcome.
“Don’t you dare call me that now. You started this,” Yoongi growled. He let me sink a little bit again the wall, only to duck his shoulder under my left leg and put it on top. My breathing hitched as he got me into one of his favorite positions. Also because this was dangerous. We could die. Then it would be all my fault and his army would kill me.
I was taken back to the moment as he kitten licked up my slit and pulled away right before he got to my clit. He chuckled at the little gasping noise I made when he stopped and lifted up to touch me, but instead of going where I thought he cupped my chin. He smirked and kissed me so hard that I could almost feel the purple that my lip was going to be. He let go of my chin and began to lazily trail his hand down my body, making sure to go over my most sensitive parts in his little teasing session.
His eyes never left yours as he teased a digit inside, but quickly pulled it out. Before he started anything else he made sure I was secure against the wall and in his left hand. He did the same motion again with his middle finger and I gasped as the loss of touch.
“Please-” I begged, reaching for his wrist.
He slapped my hand away and squinted his eyes at me telling me to stop. This time he put in two fingers and curled them inside of me, my eyes closed from habit. “I want you to look at me while I touch you, princess.” He scolded. I could literally feel my insides turn to mush with his words as I bit onto my lip. His two fingers slowly moved inside of me while his thumb reached up to rub my clit. He kept curling and uncurling his fingers while rubbing little circles. All I wanted right now was to moan loud and sink to my knees, but I couldn’t lose my voice yet and I was pinned to the shower.
At this point he lowered me onto the ground, still keeping my leg on his shoulder. I gripped the shower handle as he moved his mouth onto my clit, lightly sucking on it while keeping his fingers inside of me. I wrapped my leg over my shoulder. He added a third finger and continued to curl them. I reached my other hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to pull the green too hard. I pushed my hips down and mumbled a fuck. He hummed into me as he removed his fingers and licked up me one final time.
He pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while not breaking eye contact. “Better than ever.” He let my leg down and I still needed some support. I reached my arms up lazily and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him softly. He, however, didn’t want soft. The kiss quickly became intense as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass and gripped it like he was holding on for dear life.
The kissing stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-” I pulled one arm off of him and brought it toward his hip. He reached out for it with his own, lacing our fingers together. It felt less intense in this moment, as he smiled purely and took his other hand to my cheek.
“Let me take care of you for once. Let me fuck you til you beg me to stop, (Y/N).” He spoke in is normal voice, except a little bit higher. I simply bit my lip in response. Leave it to Yoongi to always know what to say to make me wet.
He lifted my leg back up again and placed himself at my entrance. In typical Yoongi fashion, he rubbed the head up and down my folds, barely dipping inside. “Please.” I begged, barely audible. He just smiled and slowly pushed into me. Within seconds, he picked up speed. He went at a mild tempo at first then as I put my hand onto his shoulder he lifted my leg higher and all you could hear was muffled moans and groans along with the slapping of skin.
He gripped my thigh as he thrusted in and out. He never broke eye contact with me and as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I stared right at him. When I reached my high, he knew. I knew he was close too. “Can I?” his eyes darted down to his cock. I nodded as I was unable to even speak. He fucked me right through my orgasm and my nails scratched through his skin. As soon as I was done, he moaned out my name as he came inside me. He lowered my leg to a more comfortable position and then pulled out.
Before putting me back onto the ground he made sure I was leaning on him and had my hand somewhere else. Fuck, he knew me too well. He hummed into my ear as my back leaned against his bare body. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a stinging in my eye. “Yoongi stop!” I yelled, squeezing it shut to try to comfort my pain.
“What’s wrong? Was I being too aggressive? I know it’s been a bit and I know you can barely walk right now but maybe y-”
“No, it’s not that-”
“Then what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, turning me in towards him.
“You got shampoo in my eye.”
He gulped. “I wasn’t holding the shampoo-”
“Then what’s in my eye?!” I yelled, reaching one hand up to rub it. He started to laugh.
“Babe, I am so sorry.”
For the rest of the shower, I just leaned into him after getting whatever was in my eye out. I missed being with him like this in such a personal way. We didn’t even speak, but we were so in tune with each other when we were together. He took care of me and I took care of him. In this moment, it was his turn. He knew I’d been hurting lately, mentally and now physically thanks to him. It was moments like these I was so grateful for him. I was always grateful for him.
He reached over me to turn off the water and pulled a towel off of the rack outside of it. He twirled it around me and then one around his own waist. He kept one arm around me as he patted some of the water off of himself. “You tired?” He whispered, patting me down a little bit before lifting me bridal style out of the shower.
He laid me onto the bed still wrapped up despite me still being well covered in water. He got in next to me and covered us with the warm blanket, pulling me close to his chest. He liked to sleep while in contact with me, despite what it may be. Tonight his arm was around me, but most nights his hand was on my hip or thigh . Tonight was different, he wanted to closer than usual. We which we already were. Our usual is across the world.
“Hey, Yoongs.” I whispered into his chest. He made a noise signaling he heard me. “I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you.”
He ruffled my hair. “Shh, go to sleep.”
“Reassure me.” my unnecessary anxiety spoke out.
“I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re my sun and I love you. Darling, am I in love with you.”
Authors Note: Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of Pressure! If you guys liked it, I’d appreciate if you let me know! I have lots of plans for this and would love to continue writing it! Thank you guys.