i want to kiss that dip of tan skin on his back

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Summary: A series of firsts; Betty and Jughead explore the steamy side of being a couple.

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(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)


I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor

Love is all, all my soul

You’re my playground love

A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the princess-like double bed at the center of the room.  They are in their own world of first time loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.

Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even his own name.

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Best Friends Don't Do This || Park Jimin

Bestfriends Don’t Do This || Park Jimin 

 Words: 2,159 (fuuuuuuck)

 Genre: SMUT 

 A/N: oh my god I’m back at it someone stop me someone send me Jesus bc I need it. I am trashhhh. Anyway, lol, requests are open! Send us some of your deepest desires and we will get to it! ^.^

 -admin courtneycat


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 Spending time at Jimin’s always meant something would go down that night. Whether that would be a movie night, a sleepover with lots of icecream and snacks, or random bruises from mini fights you two would have. Jimin is your bestfriend, has been since you guys were just ten years old. You’ve seen everything about him- from the bad to the good. Bad hair cuts and breakups, to movie nights and prom dates. Now, sitting at the early ages of twenty, you guys both are realizing the differences between then and now.

 A piece of popcorn was thrown at your face, hitting you dead smack in the middle of your forehead. Jimin giggled at your cross eyed glare you had given him.

 “Excuse you, sir, could you fucking not?” He only laughed harder. The Captain America movie was no longer being paid attention to, as it only seemed to turn into background noises.

 “It’s movie night ma'am, get off your damn phone! This is our tiiiiiiiiiimeeee,” he wailed at you, throwing another piece of popcorn at you. His missed this time. Glaring at him, you threw a Twizzler at him. Though not at his beautiful face- wait, what? Shaking your head from that bizarre thought, you messaged your friend to stop bothering you- that you were with Jimin. She messaged you a few dirty emojis back. Rolling your eyes, you locked your phone and placed it on the cushion next to you.

 “Sorry, Y/F/N is messaging me weird shit,” you told him. His eyes scrunched up and a smirk took over his lips.

 “What kind of weird shit? Tell meeee!” He demanded. You shook your head, “Nuh-uh! Not telling. Just weird stuff you don’t need to know, trust me,” you laughed it off. You curled yourself into the couch more, resting your feet onto Jimin’s lap. He made a face at you again, but ignored it, paying attention to the movie finally. Poor Chris Evans. 

 The room felt quiet. Which was extremely odd because Jimin is almost always making some sort of noise- humming, singing, muttering, snoring, and lets not forget… yelling. Yes. The amount of times Taehyung has come over during our friendship nights is astounding. And whenever he does come over it’s constant noise times five because Taehyung. Yes, you probably understand.

 Taking a peek over at Jimin, you see that his eyes are focused on the movie. You mentally shrug and continue to watch the movie. Suddenly, he grabs your feet and tugs you down the couch. You let out a squeak of surprise and grab onto the side cushion for dear life. 

 “What are you doing, asswipe?!” You screech out at him. He only smirks and climbs on top of you. Sitting on your legs and pinning your arms to the couch. He then grabs at your phone, making your eyes widen in fear. Shit.

 “No no no no no! Hey, put that down!” You yell at him. You knew he was going to find those text messages. Your friend is extremely dirty and you guys would talk about interesting topics. By interesting topics, you mean sex. And by sex, your topic of the day was thigh riding. And somehow your friend had mentioned Jimin’s thighs and you had somehow agreed that he had nice thighs. And now here you are. Being encased by said thighs and you couldn’t help but quickly glance at them… because he was coincidentally wearing shorts. 

 Jimin only smirked as he clicked the home screen button. The lock screen showed the selfie of you and Jimin at the carnival from the last time you guys were hanging out. Thank god you had a passcode on it. “Hah! That’s right, so get off me ya lard butt-” you started but,

 “Hahaha!” Jimin had figured out the passcode, “now let’s take a look at those messages.. mhmm…ah! Y/F/N..” he muttered.

 “Please no, please I’ll do anything! Just give me my phone back! Please!” You begged out. He stopped what he was doing and glanced down at you underneath him. Your hair was sprawled out around your head and in your face a little. Your eyes looked at him as you chest heaved up and down because this whole time you have been fighting and struggling to get loose from his grasp. What you didn’t know is that Jimin liked this. You beneath him, sweating, begging. Yes, he liked you. And he definitely knew what those texts were about.

 Still smirking at you, he locked your phone and tossed it to the ground. You looked at him and noticed something much different about him, yet you couldn’t tell. He let go of your arms and slowly trailed his hands down them, and to your back. His trail left what seemed to be fire as your back arched by itself. Jimin then lifted the top half of you up and soon enough you were face to face.

 “Uhm, uh thanks. For-for ya know. Uh not looking at the messages,” you stuttered out. He nodded in acknowledgement, but his hands never budged, but to be honest, you didn’t want them to move. You almost whined when you felt his right hand move up to the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes looked into his. What was he doing? And why weren’t you stopping this?

 “You’ll do anything? Anything for me?” He asked you. Too caught up in the moment and paralyzed from his touch, you just nodded back at him. He softly chuckled and went with his gut for the first time in a while. He lowered his face close to yours and instead of backing out, you closed your eyes and just went for it.

 Soon enough, his luscious lips were attached to yours. Your mind went blank and nothing around you seemed important to you anymore. Not the movie, not the time and definitely not your phone. You cupped your hand to his cheek and shimmied closer to him. He dipped you back down to the couch and lowered himself down with you, lips never detaching. Holy hell you were kissing your best friend and you liked it. You liked it a lot. 

 You two separated for the briefest of moments and looked at each other. You were both breathing heavily and as you looked back down at his lips and back to his eyes, he reattached his lips to yours again. You were in heaven. And he thought the same. He slipped his tongue out and ran it against your bottom lip. Moaning, you parted your lips and let his tongue in. Never in your life have you ever thought about French kissing Jimin in his apartment. 

 Too caught up in the moment again, you gasped as Jimin flipped you around. This time he was underneath you and you groaned at all the dirty thoughts that ran through your mind. Jimin’s hands trailed down to your waist and quickly pulled your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. A low moan rippled though the back of his throat and you could feel the heat pool in your stomach. His hands attached themselves to your breasts and massaged them, casually tweaking at the perky buds. You were a mess at this point.

 “Ah, Jimin, I think, oh god, I think you’re wearing too much,” you moaned out. You tugged at his shirt, and he got the hint. He pulled the t-shirt off. You didn’t holy your moan in at all when you saw his upper half. Dear god, you ran your hands down his tanned skin and lowered yourself down to kiss his torso. 

 “Fuck, baby,” Jimin moaned out. His hands moved down to your waist and rubbed his hands around. As you began to suck small little marks onto his collarbones and neck, he lifted you up off him.

 “Okay, baby. You said you’d do anything, right? You can’t go back,” he told you. You didn’t care at this point. You nodded. He could get you to do anything and you would care. He propped himself up on the side cushion and smirked.

 “Ride my thigh, baby.” He patted his thigh. You just blinked. So he did read the messages. Fuck. But looking at his thigh, you threw all caution to the wind and straddled him. His smirk got wider and his hands gripped you hard against him.

 “You ready, pretty girl?” He asked you. All these pet names got you off and you were more than ready for this. Nodding, you bent down and kissed him again. His hands moved your lower half back and forth, the rocking motion sending your mind into overdrive. The amount of pleasure you were received was insane.

 If Jimin were to be honest right now, the vision of you, getting yourself off only by the sheer friction of his thigh, could have him cumming himself in no time. Your body glistened with sweat and mixed with his, and he thought that must have come second to things that make you incredibly hot. Just everything about you could get him off.

 “Oh, fuck, Jimin. Oh god, you’re so good,” you moaned out. His shorts would bundle up and run at your clit and send you into overdrive. Sure enough when you looked down, you notice the wetness that was slowly running along his thigh. Fuck was that a sight. You looked back at Jimin and notice his eyes were screwed shut. You decided to help him out a bit. Running your hands down his chest again, you let your hand trail into his shorts and grab his dick. His eyes shot open and stared into yours.

 “Oh baby girl,” he groaned out. You swiped the precum that gathered onto his tip and brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked. “Fuck,” he dragged out, flinging his head back as he moved you faster along his thigh. You squeaked out at the friction and nearly cummed right there. 

 You grabbed his length again and ran your hand up and down. The moans coming from him pushed you further to your orgasm and you tried moving even faster to help him reach his. One of his hands reached up and brought your face down and kissed you hard again. And just in seconds you were sent into oblivion as your orgasm ripped through you. Your sight blurred and gasps left your mouth. The sight of you jerking and gasping, pushed Jimin to the edge and right after you, he let go and white spurts spotted his chest and your hand.

 You collapsed onto his chest, not caring about his mess sticking all over the place, cause really- you left a mess on his leg anyway. Who cares right now. Breathing hard you managed to speak out, 

“Oh shit, Jimin. What the fuck… just happened?” His hand ran up and down your back as you leaned a bit back to look at him.

 “Something that should have happened a while ago, ahh,” he was now blushing and you couldn’t hold back the grin on your face, “this is so backwards but uh, do you wanna go on a date sometime?” You leaned your face back into the crook of his neck and gave him a peck. “I would love to,” you whispered into his skin. You could feel the shit eating grin on his face and he snuggled you closer to him. Resting there longer, you could almost fall asleep. 

That was until- 

 “Hey guys! Guess what Jungko- WHAT THE HECK GUYS. Did I come at a bad time- oh my god!” Shouted Taehyung. Jimin threw the nearest pillow at him.

 “Get the fuck out, Tae!” 

You heard the door slam back shut, loud yells of disgust still being shouted down the corridors. You couldn’t help chuckling a little as you knew that Taehyung will always be Taehyung in the end. Jimin shifted a bit underneath you and you looked down at him curiously. His face looked a worried.

 “Umm, I’m not so worried that my dick was hanging out for Tae to see, but uh, I got a second confession for you,” his voice was small and scratchy, but you just shrugged and let him continue, “okay, so this was kind of planned?” 

 “What does that mean? What do you mean plan, Park Jimin I will end you!” You started grabbing at his bare chest with your hands. 

 “No no no! It’s not what you think really! What I mean is is that Y/F/N was basically trying to get you to think about me like that because I told her that I liked you…” he trailed off, a bit embarrassed.

 “Park Jimin… I have liked you for a very long time,” you giggled a little, “uh, thanks for finally doing something. But, oh is Y/F/N is a dead man.”

Originally posted by nnochu

anonymous asked:

Oooh can you write about the reader surprising Gabe with the news that she's pregnant ( I don't mind how you do it) ❤

((So….saw this figurine…and was like…I could see like gifting Gabe this and…it snowballed from there http://www.bowbrookstudios.co.uk/graphics/1375.jpg ))

‘I have a surprise for you. Our room, 6 PM sharp. Got it?’

‘Yea yeah. See you then.’

‘Love you, grumpy.’

‘Love you too, ditzy.’

Excited butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you placed your phone down, fingers unconsciously settling onto your lower abdomen. A giddy grin tugged at your lips as your hands gently smoothed over the area, over the baby, your baby. Dr. Villeneuve had told you that you were seven weeks along after you had gone in requesting an antiemetic for the ‘stomach bug’ you thought you had picked up from a mission in Seoul. While the doctor had started the paperwork to have you transferred to administrative and desk duties, you asked for a short hold so that you could inform Gabriel of the information before the temporary transfer landed on his desk. That was yesterday.

Today you had taken a day of personal time and ventured into Geneva; picking up items for tonight’s special surprise for the man. Groceries for dinner, a pregnancy test, as well as a gift box and a special surprise you had stumbled upon on your way back to the headquarters. Reluctantly you pulled your hands away from the bulge that was beginning to distend from your lower stomach and ran them over the wrapped gift box. You had chosen to encase the surprise in his favorite colors; black wrapping paper, silver ribbons and a giant deep purple bow placed at the top right hand corner of the box. Was it a bit overdramatic? Maybe. But so were they and any good news deserved to be celebrated in a grandiose way. Especially this.

Glancing at your phone you stared at the numbers that blinked back at you. 4:12 PM. Nodding your head you rolled up the sleeves of your blouse as you began the prep work for the dinner.


“Ah! Gabe? Stop stop stop! Don’t move!”

You hurriedly picked up the bowl of hand tossed salad and placed it on the table next to the feta and spinach crusted salmon, turning on the heel of your foot and jogging towards the door. You couldn’t hide the giddy grin that spread across your face as you caught sight of Gabriel, the man sniffing the air slightly, brow furrowed. Stopping in front of him, you watched the expression on his face change as he caught sight of you, his mildly confused look shifting into a small, surprised smile. You had decided to spruce up your appearance while the salmon cooked; you had changed into a soft pink midi dress, an apron still tied loosely around your waist. You had even applied a bit of makeup, a sweep of gloss across your lips, eyeliner and mascara on your eyes, a naturally excited blush on your cheeks. Fishing your phone from the apron’s front pocket, you pulled it out and glanced at the time before giving a hearty nod. 5:46 PM.

“Good job”, you praised taking a half step forward and giggling softly when Gabriel opened his arms up for you.

You moved into his embrace, humming happily as you were enveloped by his warmth, your arms wrapping tight around him. It felt like you were practically buzzing with excitement, Gabriel dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He still smelt like his cologne from this morning, dressed in his dark slacks and hoodie, the beanie pulled down over his head of loose curls.

“Dressed up and dinner”, Gabe murmured against the top of your head pulling back just enough so he could look down at you. Your heart melted as his eyes connected with yours, a tender sweetness in his gaze as he stared at you. These were the moments that you absolutely adored; the way the Gabe could look at you and make it feel like you were the center of the universe, mirthful warmth filling you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, every part of you feeling completely enraptured by him. He would be such a good father. That thought made even more butterflies fill your insides. “What’s the occasion, cariño?”

“I have a surprise for you”, you practically hummed, standing on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss against his jawline. Pulling away from his arms, you gently laced your hands with his and pulled Gabe further into the apartment. “Ta-da! My specialty salmon and freshly tossed salad. But surprise first!”

Glancing over your shoulder you watched Gabe’s brows shoot up in surprise before the dark skinned man’s expression morphed into one of pure adoration and curiosity. Walking in front of him, you moved to the other side of the dining room table and pulled out your chair for him. You waited until he was sitting to slide the black wrapped gift in front of him, your face burning darker as your heart began to speed up. You gnawed slightly on your bottom lip as he made a show of taking his time, his glance and smirk that he threw your way making that obvious. You pouted briefly before he assented, the soft, rich baritone of his chuckle sending shivers up and down your spine. Your hands laid against your lower abdomen again, whether to quell the explosion of butterflies or subconsciously touch where the true surprise laid, you didn’t know.

“A card”, Gabe questioned as he pulled off the lid, tissue paper hiding the other gifts that laid in wait. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you watched him pick up the handwritten card, the pregnancy test taped to the back of it. “Let’s see… ‘Owl bet you’ll be excited by this!’…really Y/N?”

“Keep reading!”

“So–oh my god–so have a hoot and rip the rest of this paper up”, Gabriel finished with a snicker, glancing at your blushing face from over the card. You motioned at the box, trying to contain your giddiness as he easily pulled the crinkling tissue paper away. “You really are something else querida…you know th—-”

It felt like your heart might burst as he finally tore through the black and purple tissue paper, his hands stilling as he looked from the gift back up to you and back. Your smile was practically splitting your face as you watched his reaction to the figurines you had purchased. He had only torn half the paper off, only revealing one of the finely sculpted and painted barn owls, the male. Gabriel’s love of owls was no secret to you, on missions he could name various species of the birds, securing dates at local sanctuaries and even having a picture of a snowy owl as the background to his cell phone. His hands quickly tore through the rest of the paper quickly, jaw going slack as he stared at the figurine you had given him. The base of the clay item was made to look like a three, the dips and hollows in the barks expertly sculpted and painted to look like an oak tree. Two adult barn owls stood on the left and right branch of the base; black eyes, tan and white feathered body and faces looking so lifelike that a slight nudge might make them take off. In between the adults sat one chick, feathers cream colored and fluffy, the clay baby bird somehow looking soft as its real world counterpart.

“You like it”, you questioned only to squeak as Gabe’s arms wrapped around your center, yanking you into his lap. He was grinning as he pressed multiple kisses against the back of your head and side of your cheek. You giggled breathily, arms resting over his as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, hand moving into the scraps of discarded paper and finding the small stick that had accidentally been tossed to the side.

“I love it”, Gabriel stated quickly, honestly, one of his hands lifting up and gently stroking the case. He was clearly enthralled by the statue, but with this one last piece it would pull the rest of this together.

“I…I have one last thing for you”, you stated quickly, the words tumbling out of your lips quickly. You grabbed his hand with your empty one before dropping the pregnancy test in his hand. He lifted it so that he could see it over your shoulder, freezing perfectly still as his eyes read the small digital display. Giddiness welled up in your chest as you felt him begin to turn you in his lap, his eyes meeting yours as you tried to resist the quiver that wanted to take over your vocal chords. “Surprise!”

“En serio”, he asked, voice breathless, dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You nodded, your own eyes prickling as tears threatened to fall from your own eyes, dipping your head forward to press against his.

He was shaking, his lips crashing into yours as emotions overcame him, his arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight before quickly releasing you, his hands moving to your abdomen. He pulled away from your lips, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared and touched your stomach, thumbs moving in slow circles near your belly button. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, pushing his tears away as you nuzzled against him. Children were dreamy talk to the both of you, neither one of you genuinely knowing if you could get pregnant. The both of you had been exposed to acrid, volatile chemicals, various physical injuries and even slight radiation. Combined with Gabriel’s genetic modifications through SEP, there were so many unknowns that could possibly prevent it and yet…

“How many weeks”, Gabriel asked when he found his voice again, the rich baritone thick with emotion. His large hands still rested against your middle, the warmth of his skin easily bleeding through the fabric of the apron and dress.   

“Seven weeks”, you answered instantly, giving a watery giggle as his eyes lifted up to you in shock. You could see another question forming in his mind and answered it before he could ask. “I found out yesterday, the doc already has my paperwork ready to go…asked her to wait so I could surprise you with the news.”

Gabriel gave a slight bark of laughter as he leaned his head up and pressed a hard kiss to your lips once more.

“Best fucking surprise ever.”

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BTS Taehyung / Words: 3641 / Warnings: smut - oral, light pain play (tae likes biting a lot) 
“I just want to hold you for just long enough, so you don’t get tired of me telling you: I love you so much.”

You watched the light from your decorative candles flicker along your walls, illuminating your room just enough so that you weren’t in complete darkness. You went over to your window and shut out the cold air that pricked at your skin. The scent of flowers earlier in the day had gotten your hopes up and made you think that maybe, just maybe the weather was warming up. But once the sun had gone down, it was still too cold to enjoy it fully. You opted instead to keep your doors and windows shut tight so that you could enjoy the warmth of your apartment as well as your flimsy excuse for a nightgown.

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i blame myself (m)

Summary: Crazy, useless and unwanted is how you felt. Jungkook found you at the dead of night, what you call your time. Your life was going fast, bursting into dust. Spinning, something tells you you’ll never find the way to sit down. 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Ole ugly (beautiful, actually) smut. 

Warnings: Masturbation, sexy talk, oral, blah blah blah. 

Wordcount: 2.9k


Walking through the midnight streets, cars passing; wind howls in your eardrums. Smoke fills your lungs, a ball of pure lewd dust rolls off your lips. A content sigh comes out your nose as you look up at the lights, dim orange beaming on you. The silent buzz rings through you, the sound making you feel as if you were the only one around. A small sting hits the side of your finger, signaling that your cigarette was done. You threw it on the ground, smashing it under your sneaker and jogging over to the bus stop bench. The moonlight shines through the roof of the little shelter atop you, scared of what the night holds for you and your thoughts. Laying back against the bench, your fingers traced over the little patterns; the lay out on the bench. 

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ASOF: Redeye.

A/N; This is my new series! ASOF means a series of firsts. I really hope you like it, don’t worry I won’t leave you hanging for too long. ;) <3

Pairing: ScottMccallxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 6,862

Listen to this.

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orgasms and dildos C.H

Originally posted by bestpicsof5sos

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: y/n can’t orgasm no matter what you and Calum do so after convincing Calum gets you off with a vibrator and dildo.

requested?: yes, sorry if it sucked @lukeasfuck i tried 😊. This is my first request and I enjoyed writing it so feel free to request any smut ideas you might have. I’m pretty open to all suggestions 😉.

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Holy Yeollie (M)

This is something I started a few days ago to practice my smut-writing skills (this is like the first fully completed one that I’ve written, and the first for EXO)… I got kinda invested in it and so, yeah…Here it is~ You don’t have to read it, of course, if you’re not into smut or anything (it’s probably not very good anyway lol). Anyway, here goes nothing…


Genre: X Reader, literally just smut, smut, smut (so basically PWP)

Member(s): Well, if you couldn’t tell from the title, it’s Chanyeol (who btw has been slaying it in that L’Officiele Hommes photoshoot)

POV: Second person

Warning(s): Potentially cringy due to my utter lack of any experience with a guy, not to mention the whole thing is smut so like…the (M) for mature should be a warning in itself

Summary: Smut. No plot-line to follow, just…yeah.

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“Fuck!”

That was the word that echoed against the walls, the word that bounced its way down the hall, the word that resounded in your and his ears as you looked down at him, sitting on his stomach as he laid on the bed.

“(y/n),” he whimpered, wiggling beneath you. “Touch me, please!”

Chanyeol stared up at you, his eyes dark and lusty as hell. It was almost enough for you to change your mind. You knew what he was capable of, but…this was supposed to be your turn.

It’d been months since you had last seen him, touched him, breathed his scent, and now, you were just about ready to rip everything off of him, which was very uncharacteristic for you, since you were usually a sub. Hence this experiment.

“And why…should I listen to you?” You asked, your voice wavering a little as you tried to sound authoritative. You narrowed your eyes, although you were sure you looked stupid.

He stared up at you, before snickering, shaking his head.

“I literally have no idea how you do this,” your boyfriend groaned, propping himself up with his elbows. “Subbing is impossible.”

You sighed, climbing off of him.

“Well it’s not easy dominating either,” you muttered. “I’m just not good at being demanding.”

“You don’t have to be demanding,” he snickered. “Just…take charge.”

“It’s not that simple though! I don’t take charge. It’s not who I am. I just can’t. I’m sorry, Chan.” You stuck out your lower lip, pouting.

He smiled softly at your childish expression, before getting up off the bed and enveloping you in his long arms.

“It’s okay, baby,” he cooed, kissing your forehead lovingly. “It’s only sex. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

“I know,” you whined. “But I convinced you to do this and then I couldn’t even do it. I wasted your time and ruined the mood.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple before moving to your ear.

“I don’t think you ruined the mood,” he whispered huskily, taking your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling softly.

You smiled a little, allowing your hands to make contact with his chest. You ran your fingertips over it, admiring the muscles hidden beneath the thin white shirt he wore. Slowly, your hands made their way down, undoing the buckle on his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He pulled away from your ear to help you slip them off of his long tan legs.

The bulge that had already been visible when his pants were on suddenly seemed bigger, having been shed of some of its restricting confines. The only thing holding it back from your touch was his boxers. He gazed at you expectantly.

“Well?” He grunted, licking his lips.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled, sliding your fingers into the waistband. With a single tug, you pulled his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to smack against his t-shirt. He growled, his head tilting back as the cold air of the room met his heated skin.

You immediately got down on your knees. Your fingers crept under his shirt to trace the thin trail of soft hair that led down to his erection, subconsciously admiring his toned stomach as your fingertips ghosted over it.

“Don’t fucking play games, (y/n),” he snarled, seizing your hands in his. “You wanted your chance, and you had it. Now, you’ll do as I say, or else…” He released your hands, his eyes narrowing at you.

You gulped, seeing the untamed lust swirling in his dark irises. Quickly, you put your hands to work, one fondling the soft, wrinkly skin of his balls while the other began to smear his precum over the tip. He grinned, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back once more in pleasure.

You leaned down, pulling your hand away and wrapping your plump pink lips around his leaking head, flicking the slit with your tongue. He groaned, his hands balling into fists at the sensation.

“Mmm, fuck,” he hissed, feeling your tongue swirling over him as you slowly took him in deeper.

You took him until you could feel him hit the back of your throat. This was always the hard part; making sure you didn’t gag and throw up. Bracing yourself, you brought your head back, careful not to slip up and choke on him. You began to move your mouth up and down his length, cautiously yet quickly, taking what wouldn’t fit into your mouth into your free hand and moving it up and down as well.

His fists unraveled, his long fingers lacing themselves through your hair, coaxing you to move quicker. You complied, deciding that if you did choke, you’d just have to suck it up and deal with it. You hollowed your cheeks, creating extra friction between his cock and your mouth. He stared down at you, watching your every move with hooded eyes. He bit his lip, desperate to keep his lewd moans to himself.

“Ah, (y/n), fuck. Mmm, you feel so goddamn fucking good. You look so fucking sexy, with my cock in your pretty little mouth. Just look at you, drooling all over my dick. You love this, don’t you?” He grunted, hoping to distract himself from moaning, his breathing uneven. “You love being on your knees for me, love sucking this dick.” His grip on your hair grew tighter, his eyes darker, if that was even possible.

You moaned at his words, the vibrations causing him to release a stream of curses. You continued to suck like your life depended on it, like his cock was your air. As you went down again, he stopped you, his hands holding your head down. Slowly, he pushed you down further, his penis going deeper and deeper into your throat. You tried to swallow, but ceased your attempts when you realized you were on the verge of choking. Your eyes began to water, spit cascading from your mouth down his cock as he held you in place. You whimpered, tears blurring your vision. He pulled out a little, disentangling one of his hands to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“Baby,” he hissed, his voice strained. “Use your damn tongue, now.”

You quickly began to run your tongue over the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins and dipping into the slit, sucking out more salty precum, your hand still wrapped around his base and moving at a steady pace. He smiled down at you, feeling his abdomen tense and his balls grow heavy. His cock pulsed in your mouth, his hips starting to thrust forward. A deep, guttural moan tore through his throat as his hips bucked furiously, his cock spurting thick, creamy white ropes of cum into your mouth.

“(y/n),” he panted as he came. “Mmm, fuck, (y/n)! Yes…”

You swallowed as much as you could, accustomed to, and almost fond of, the salty and somewhat bitter tang of your boyfriend’s release, after having been with him for several years. He caught his breath, his gaze focused only on you. You stared back, noting that his eyes were still just as dark as before.

Suddenly, he scooped you up in his long arms, still not breaking eye contact as he nudged your nose with his, his forehead pressed against yours. His lips met yours in an almost tame kiss, no tongue, just your lips against his. He pulled away, before going in again, this time more heatedly.

His teeth sunk into your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth. His tongue slithered in, the warm muscle pressing against yours with firm, harsh strokes. He stepped towards the bed and set you down on it gently, not breaking the lip-lock. You moaned into the kiss, feeling his fingers tracing your collarbones and trailing down your back until he found the hook on your bra. Undoing it, he pulled your bra out from under your shirt, his hands drawing intricate patterns on your stomach before cupping your breasts. You tugged your head away from his, gasping both for breath and from the feeling of his cold hands pinching your sensitive nipples.

He smirked, his thumbs rolling them as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, before trailing back up again. He stopped at the hollow behind your ear, flicking it quickly with his hot tongue. You could feel him grin against your skin as you shivered beneath him, a familiar dampness developing between your clenched thighs. He pulled away from your neck, staring at you with a dorky yet cocky smile on his swollen lips.

“Am I making you wet, baby?” He crooned, releasing his hold on your breasts to grab the edge of your shirt. He pulled it off of you with an easy swoop, your upper body exposed completely to him and his hungry gaze.

You whined, feeling him take a nipple into his warm mouth. He tugged on it with his teeth, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you.

“Aren’t you going to answer my question, baby girl?” He whispered, his heated breath tickling your skin.

“Ahh…mmm…yes, Chan…Yeollie, I’m so wet for you…” you whimpered out, squirming under him.

“Good,” he hummed, before spreading your legs and unbuttoning your shorts, yanking them down and placing butterfly kisses all over your clothed core. He pressed his nose against your clit, making you mewl in pleasure as the fabric of your panties rubbed against the sensitive nub.

“You smell so fucking wonderful, you know that?” He growled, snapping the waistband of your underwear. You jumped at sound, biting your lip in anticipation.

He tugged your panties down, slipping them off your legs and throwing them across the room.

“Look at you, soaked. It’s a wonder you didn’t stain your damn underwear. So fucking wet, you’re dripping, baby girl.” He shook his head, his eyes still sweeping over your exposed core in amazement. “Now what do you suppose I should do about this?” He mused, arching an eyebrow at you. “I could…touch you? I could fuck you…well, I’m already planning on doing that. Hmm, or maybe…” He licked his pink lips, eyeing you amusedly before bending his head down. “Maybe I should taste-test you first…”

Before you registered what he had said, he dove straight into your heat, his lips suckling at your lower ones greedily. You cried out in surprise, your body writhing at the sudden overwhelming wave of pleasure. He nipped at your labia, sucking harshly at your heated flesh before lapping at it with his tongue. He slurped loudly, his tongue sliding in and out of your slick entrance. You couldn’t help but cry out each time, the sheets beneath you having fallen victim to your tightly clenched fists.

“Ahhh, Channie! Chanyeol…” You screeched between pants, your chest heaving as he slid one long digit into your entrance, beginning to slowly thrust it in and out with his tongue.

“You like this, (y/n)?” He cooed, the movement of his lips and the heat of his breath against your core making tears of ecstasy fill your eyes. You were already dreadfully close to your climax, a consequence of the long amount of time that had passed since he had been able to do this to you, since you and he had enjoyed a night like this together, and not on opposite sides of the world.

“I love it…I love you, Park Chanyeol,” you choked out as your body tensed, a familiar rush filling you as you were swallowed up by your orgasm. “AHHH! CHANYEOL!!!” You cried, your hands releasing the sheets and flying straight for his soft, tawny locks, tugging and yanking on them as your vision turned white, the pressure that had been building up in you releasing itself in the form of a hot fluid that your boyfriend eagerly lapped up. He continued to slip his finger in and out of you, making your legs quiver as you clenched down on the single digit tightly.

You gasped for breath, your entire body feeling as though it was floating on air. Chanyeol pulled away from your soaked folds, chuckling when he saw your dazed expression.

“You know we haven’t even reached the best part, right, baby girl?” He asked, hopping up on the bed beside you.

You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut as you continued to try to regulate your breathing. He laughed again, shifting so that he held his body over yours. Through your haze, you noted the feeling of his erect cock against your thigh. You opened your eyes to see him positioned over you, his toned arms on either side of you, his knees holding your legs apart.

“Ready, baby?” He whispered, before taking his erection in his hand and rubbing himself over your slit, coating his tip in your fluids.

You hummed in response, bracing yourself for the feeling of his thick member stretching you. Even though you thought you were prepared, nothing could’ve prepared you for his first thrust. You moaned in unison, his deep and throaty while yours was high-pitched and whiny. His pearly white teeth sunk into his shiny lower lip, and you could faintly see the residue of your climax on his lips and chin. You lifted your head up, kissing him and tasting yourself as he held himself still inside of you. You smiled against his lips, knowing it was taking everything in him to not start thrusting.

“Move, please,” you murmured, your hands trailing up to grip his biceps.

You swore you heard him let out a sigh of relief, and you opened your mouth to say as such, when he pulled himself out, leaving only the head in, before thrusting back in quickly. Your words were long forgotten, replaced instead by a loud moan as his hard cock rubbed against your walls.

His hips began rocking steadily, setting a slow but consistent rhythm. His skin slapped gently against yours, the sound of his balls hitting your butt making a soft clapping noise. His thrusts were deep but gentle, hitting your most sensitive spots each time while leaving you wanting more.

“Yeollie, faster,” you mumbled, grabbing onto his arms tighter. “Harder, please.”

He complied almost instantaneously, the pace suddenly speeding up, causing you to gasp. His hips snapped to meet yours, his cock pounding into you harshly, each thrust making his tip hit your g-spot dead on. The sounds of skin on skin grew louder and more frequent, intertwining with the sounds of your moans, your bodies growing sticky and sweaty as he continued to rock his hips on yours.

You groaned, feeling a familiar pressure start to build inside you.

“Mmm, Yeollie…I’m gonna-”

He pulled all the way out, making you squeak at the empty and unsatisfying feeling of losing an orgasm.

“Damnit, Yeol!” You cried, staring up at him surprisedly. He grinned, rolling off of you and laying down beside you. You sat up, looking at him curiously.

“Chanyeolllll,” you whined, pursing your lips in a childish pout. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Do you remember why we started this, baby girl?” He hummed.

You blinked, stunned. What the hell was he talking about? All you cared about was the fact that he had deprived you of your orgasm.

“We started this today,” he placed his large hands on your hips, “so you could experiment with being in charge.” He lifted you up, placing you on top of him.

Suddenly it made sense to you.

“You want me to…?”

He nodded, his dark eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Ride me, baby,” he crooned. “Show me what you wanted to do with me.”

You blushed; did he really deny you of your climax for this? Nonetheless, you decided it couldn’t hurt. Shifting a little, you positioned your dripping folds over his dick, before slowly sinking down. You bit your lip, placing your hands on his clothed chest for support. Cautiously, you began to lift yourself up and down, rolling your hips a little. Soon enough, you had set a steady pace, your body bouncing on top of his, your core taking his cock with ease.

He threw his head back into one of the pillows, a low whine escaping his parted lips. You took advantage of his exposed neck, using your tongue to probe at his collarbones and making a trail up to his chin. You nipped gently at the corner of his lips, before sucking his lower lip into your mouth, nibbling on it as you continued to ride him.

He groaned into your mouth, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet yours. Before you knew it, you were laying below him, your positions flipped. You made a noise of protest, and he chuckled, his hips maintaining the pace you had set before he had flipped things over.

“Sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t do it,” he mumbled, his thrusts quickening. “You looked sexy as hell, but I couldn’t just sit there and take it.”

He then slipped a hand between the two of you, his nimble fingers finding your clit almost instantly. He rubbed it in circles, making your body tense and your core clench.

“Are you close, (y/n)-ah?” He asked, his deep voice coming out strained.

“Y-yes,” you cried out, your eyes squeezing shut as your end twisted inside you. Your insides coiled, tighter and tighter, until it all sprung loose.

“Chanyeol…Chanyeol! Ahhh, Chanyeol!” You screamed, your toes curling in ecstasy, your fingers flying to his hair, knotting themselves in it as you writhed below him, your core clamping down on his cock.

He growled, continuing to thrust throughout your orgasm as he aimed for his own. Finally, he felt his balls tighten and pulled out of you, stroking himself to completion.

“Ahhh, fuck, mhmm, I’m gonna cum, (y/n), I’m gonna cum all over that pretty stomach of yours. Mmm, fuck yes…” He grunted, ribbons of thick white liquid shooting from his cock onto your bare stomach. You shivered, feeling the heated fluid come in contact with your skin.

He stood still for a moment, indulging in his peak, before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a handful of tissues. He proceeded to clean your stomach, before throwing out the tissues, slipping off his shirt, and crawling into bed beside you.

You laid on your side, his naked body spooning yours. His pole-like arms coiled around your torso, pulling your back against his chest, his long legs entangling with your much shorter ones. He smiled contently, peppering your shoulders with gentle kisses.

“I love you, (y/n),” he breathed, nuzzling his face into your neck before slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Love you too, Yeollie,” you murmured, falling asleep as well.


Yeah, so that happened. 0_0

I would love some feedback, if you guys don’t mind! Is it good? Should I write random smuts more often? Should I continue to work on my smut-writing skills? Or should I give up on them now because I’m an absolute lost cause?

you’re the one.

summary: she doesn’t believe in soulmates. she doesn’t believe in soulmates. she believes in soulmates.

a/n: collab w/ my babygirl Lauren ( @alexanderhamiltomes )


You grumbled loudly as you looked over your textbook for the hundredth time that day. You concentrated on the sentences that laid out in front of you and rubbed your wrist, trying to coax understanding out of the three red marks that marred the skin. You were looking for answers. Anything and everything that could help you understand the whole ‘tally mark’ thing. You weren’t suppose to have three. You should have one and only one, but that’s not what’s happening at the moment. Three people who were supposed to turn the marks black with requited and admitted love, yet here you were: a single and broke college student while two of the three were either married or engaged to the ones that had given them their marks.

Your eyes scanned over the words one last time before a knock interrupted your focus. You lifted your eyes for one second but turned them back to the page. Another knock sounded this time, more urgent than the other. You slammed the book shut and stood up to answer the door. The knocking persisted even as you swung the door open, revealing a  short and black-haired man with his fist raised mid-knock. When he saw you his eyes widened and his mouth opened and shut quickly. You looked at him, anger in your eyes from being interrupted as you began to speak to him.

“How may I help you?” you asked as you held the door. A confused expression was painted across his face as he looked at you.

“Does Pippa live here?” he asked and craned his neck to look at the room behind you, you shook your head, small hairs falling in your face before you spoke up once more.

“No,” the word came out harsher than you had meant. His mouth opened and closed for a moment before it opened again.

“Oh. What room number is this?” his voice sounded angelic for a moment. Your finger pointed at the door in front of yours to indicate where Pippa was, an “Oh,” left his mouth once more. You nodded and started to close your door.

“Wait!” his voice came out with urgency, “What’s your name?”

“I really need to get back to studying. Bye,” you said instead of answering him and closed the door. Or at least you were going to before he stuck his foot in the doorway. You groaned and opened the door up again.

“I’m Lin. Lin-Manuel Miranda. But just Lin if you don’t want to remember all of that,” he introduced himself with a huge smile before sticking his hand out to shake. You looked at him and his hand before taking it with a sigh. Your skin tingled the moment it came into contact with his.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you simply said, a smile still plastered on his face as he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Y/N.” he paused for a slight moment as he repeated your name one last time, “Would you be interested in going-”

You ignored the beautiful way your name fell off his tongue and interrupted him, “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting someone?”

The smile faltered on his face, “Well, yes. But she can wait.” Your eyebrows lifted at the word ‘she’.

“I’ve read that it’s rude to keep soulmates waiting, Lin-Manuel.” You attempted to close the door again but this time his hand shot out and stopped it.

“No! You don’t understand,” he tugged the sleeve of his gray jumper up to show you his tan and blank wrist. “I haven’t met mine yet,” his voice was dipped in disappointment. A split second later a bright smile took over his face, “Or at least they haven’t fallen in love with me yet.”

“Yet?” you asked, a small laugh being brought from your lips.

“Yet,” Lin repeated.

“Maybe you don’t have one,” you regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. You wished you could take them back when you saw the way Lin’s face seemed to crumble at the thought of not having a soulmate.

“Maybe,” he repeated, sadness lacing his voice. He backed away from your door, shooting you a small smile. “Good luck with studying, Y/N.”

“Wait!” This time it was you who called out to him when he started making his way to his friend’s door. He turned back to you. “I’m sure you have a soulmate. The fates wouldn’t take that away from someone like you.” You winced at your own words, where had that come from?

He grinned at you and took a step towards you. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you said without hesitation.

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Thank you. I won’t bother you anymore, but I’ll see you around?” He busied himself with his jumper, unable to meet your eyes.

“Maybe,” you breathed and shut the door as quickly as you could. Your back pressed against the door as the events replayed in your head. This was not good.

When you shut your eyes and opened them once more, you moved and sat at your desk, opening the book again.


“Y/N!” A familiar voice called your name across the empty campus. You turned around quickly to see Lin jogging towards you.

“Long time, no see,” you greeted him, a smile gracing your lips although you had put all of your willpower into keeping a straight face.

“It’s only been two days since I happened upon your door. You missed me that much?” His smile was goofy and the tone of his question told you that he was genuinely asking.

You blushed and hoped that he would think it was just the cold air biting at your skin. You had missed him, more than you’d like to admit. The past two days you had been unable to get his warm brown eyes out of your mind. It seemed like every time you closed your eyes you were once again assaulted with the image of him standing in front of you in his loose gray jumper. He was too handsome for his own good.

“Maybe I did,” you shrugged and watched as a smile painted it’s way to his face. A giggle escaped his lips before he looked down at both of your feet. Your heart seemed to skip at the sound of his laugh. You’d only spoken to him for about five minutes and he was already having physical effects on you. What was wrong with you? Were you destined to constantly meet men that you had no chance with?

God, that was a beautiful sound. You thought to yourself before being pulled from your thoughts.

“I would hope so,” a smile spread across your features before your hands met with the pockets of your jeans. The blush that had once graced your face quickly came back but darker.

“Are you saying you missed me, Lin-Manuel?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

It was his turn to blush.

“Maybe,” he smiled and looked back at you. Your lips stretched again as he spoke.

“Well, I would hope so,” you whispered his words back to him. Lin’s head turned to look behind him when his name was called out. A group of people waved him over, you knew some of them

Anthony and Jasmine were the school couple.

Renee and Pippa lived in front of you.

Daveed was in your writing class.

“Looks like I’ve got to go.” Lin smiled and turned towards his friends.

“Already?” You pretended to pout and was surprised when Lin’s face showed true conflict.

“I mean.. I could walk you to your next class? If you wanted me to?” He ran a hand through his hair.

“I was just kidding. Go to your friends, Lin.” You pushed his shoulder slightly and smiled when he blew you a kiss as he walked away. You tried to catch your breath as you watched him greet his friends. He looked back at you one last time before he turned the corner and waved.

You stood on the sidewalk for a couple of moments longer, thinking about Lin. You didn’t know anything about the man beside the fact that he was terrible at reading dorm numbers, yet you felt a connection unlike any other before. All he did was offer to walk you to class but your heart pounded slow and tense like he had just proposed. Three people had left their marks on your wrist but still, none of them had the effect that Lin had on you.

You began walking down the street, lost in thought. Lin was devastatingly handsome though you doubted he knew it. The way he played with his jumper when you had first met him was almost funny because it didn’t make sense how a man with such warm eyes and full lips could be self-conscious. If that didn’t make your heart beat abnormally already, he was kind. You had answered the door and had been uncharacteristically rude to him but he still stayed and tried to make a good impression. He made more than a good impression on you, though. You knew it was foolish to think this way so soon after meeting him but you felt as though you had always had a small impression in you, a crater that needed to be filled and Lin was the perfect size and shape for it.

A burn you knew all too well radiated from your wrist. You frantically pushed up your coat sleeve and watched as a new red mark materialized on your skin. Your thoughts of Lin flew out of your mind and panic replaced them. You pushed your sleeve down and sprinted back to your dorm. Your Nordic History class could wait. As soon as you entered your room you shedded your coat and held your wrist up to your eyes. The newest tally mark made four, and you knew it had to belong to Lin. The mark was a deeper red than the rest and somehow you knew it was set deeper into your skin than the previous three. You let out a groan of frustration and kicked one of the legs of your desk, making the textbook you had been studying when Lin first waltzed into your life fall to the ground. You glared at the book, willing it to burst into flames. This wasn’t right. Why did you have to have four marks when everyone else you knew had just one clean tally that they could trust would turn black? Why were you damned to try to find a reason as to why fate had given you the wrong soulmate over and over? You picked up the book and threw it against the wall, leaving a tiny dent.

You fell back onto your bed and prayed that Lin hadn’t gotten the mark. You didn’t want love. Why would you? Love wasn’t meant for you, fate had made sure to tell you that.

You let out a sigh and grabbed your pillow, shoving it on your face before screaming in frustration. Your eyes closed for a split second before you lifted yourself from the bed and grabbed your phone. You scrolled through some of the old text’s between your mother and you before she got a new phone.

From: Mom’s old number

You’ll find him eventually, and so what you have two?

To: Mom’s old number

Nobody else has it!

From: Mom’s old number

And? Makes you unique.

You sighed at that word. Unique. Everything about the tally marks were unique.

You let your fingers press the plus at the top of your messages before you started typing out a long detailed text. You then deleted it and wrote a shorter explanation.

To: Momma

So, I have four tally marks now and one of them is a really deep red. I don’t know what to do because I do not want this tally mark mom. I do not want any of these.

Your heart began to beat as you awaited the text. You locked your phone and sat it down, grabbing the pillow you had once used on your face. Instead of suffocating yourself you laid your head on it and waiting for a response, which came quickly.

From: Momma

Do you have his number? If not, get those digits. Love him with all your might.

Your eyes rolled for a slight moment as you read her text. Your mother had always been the insufferable optimist.

You were interrupted at the sound of laughter coming from the hall outside your door. Your fingers locked your phone as you lifted yourself from your bed. You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that your class was starting in five minutes. And it was a mile away. You didn’t own a car, it was starting in five minutes, it was a mile away, and attendance was worth 25% of your grade. You were a history major and needed to pass this class in order to get your diploma.

You threw your coat back on and heaved your backpack onto your shoulder before running out of the door. You didn’t get very far because you were blocked by a mass of people standing in front of your door. They were laughing as a girl with straight black hair swiped her key card over and over without being granted entry into her dorm.

“I swear it was working this morning!” Pippa grumbled. They all had their backs to you, including one person clad in a gray sweater and black jeans. Lin.

You tried to carefully tiptoe away from the group without being noticed. You had only taken a few steps when Daveed’s voice filled the hall. “Y/N!” Shit. You turned around slowly and saw that they were all looking at you. You made eye contact with Lin but quickly broke it, looking down at his right sleeve that was bunched around his elbow. For a moment you didn’t understand why he would roll up the only sleeve. Until you saw a red mark on his wrist that definitely hadn’t been there two days ago. Shit again. “Just the girl we all wanted to see,” Daveed laughed and elbowed Lin.

“Y/N,” Lin took a step towards you. “Look,” he brandished his wrist to you. You stared at the mark that was the same deep shade of red as your own. You felt as though your world was collapsing around you. Every other time a mark had appeared on your wrist, your supposed ‘soulmate’ hadn’t gotten one. Something different was happening here and suddenly you knew what was wrong. The fates have made another mistake. You looked into Lin’s eyes to see complete fondness and adoration shining out at you. It had to be a mistake. When you stayed silent Lin spoke again, “It’s for you. I was halfway down the street when it appeared and I ran back to where you were but you were already gone. I would’ve come here immediately but I thought you were in class.” He took another step towards you. You noticed subconsciously that Lin’s entourage was filing into Pippa and Renee’s room, the keycard must have finally worked. You were now alone with Lin.

“I-” You shut your mouth quickly. You didn’t know what to say. Hell, you didn’t even know what to think.

He gently reached out and grabbed your right arm. “Can I see yours?” Before you could say anything he was pulling up your sleeve. Your mind finally caught up to the situation and you ripped your arm away from him before he saw your wrist.

“No!” You hugged your arm to your body.

A bemused expression swept across Lin’s face. “What do you mean, no?” He tilted his head slightly and bit his bottom lip. His extremely kissable bottom lip. Fuck.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you whispered and felt a physical blow to your chest when you saw Lin’s hurt countenance. “I’ve got to go,” you rushed out and ran down the hall before he could say another word.

You made it to your class five minutes late but today the universe had taken mercy on you by making your usually punctual professor arrive just a minute after you. You slid into the seat that your best friend Oak had saved for you.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled out his pen from the backpack he had brought with him.

“Hi,” you mumbled and grabbed the notebook and textbook. “Do you have a pen? I forgot one.” Your eyes met his before quickly looking away. Oak’s head nodded before he reached for another pen, handing you his.

His eyes moved over your facial features. You were stressed, that was known. But why was there sadness lingering in your eyes? Why was the one person who was almost always happy, sad?

“What’s wrong?” Oak asked with worry lingering in his voice.

“Nothing.” you said, no emotion was evident in the way you said it.

It was cold.

“No. Something is wrong,” he pushed, your head shook and looked at your paper as your professor apologized.

“What is wrong?” he repeated, you didn’t answer this time.

You spent the class ignoring every plea from Oak. He was worried and you knew that, but you didn’t want him to know about this mark. It was embarrassing, especially for him to see. Oak symbolized your first tally mark. You had gotten it in tenth grade when he had kissed you for the first time. You had been ecstatic and had brandished your mark to him, excitedly telling him that you were meant to be and you were so happy to have met him so young. When you saw Oak’s blank wrist, your world had fallen apart around you and you had never felt so much pain. Oak and you had come to the understanding that your friendship was more important than any relationship you might have had and continued being best friends. You still loved Oak but now more than anything it felt like a platonic love. Oak had been there for you when Thayne and Leslie had left their marks on you as well. Thayne was now engaged, Leslie married, and Oak still had a blank wrist. You didn’t want him to know that yet again you were left behind. It was embarrassing.

As soon as class was over you stood up, gathered your things, and rushed out of the lecture hall. It didn’t matter, though. Oak always caught up with you. “Y/N!” his deep voice boomed out and you stopped in your tracks, knowing that he wouldn’t give up. His broad form caught up to you and you began to walk side by side back to your dorm. “What’s happened?” You didn’t answer him. He asked again and you ignored him, paying special attention to the sidewalk in front of you. Oak let out a frustrated groan and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey!” You tried to pull away from him but to no avail. He yanked up your sleeve before you could stop him and saw your marks. You had both stopped when he had taken hold of your arm and you now held your breath, trying to gauge his reaction.

He didn’t look surprised and just nodded to himself. “Thought so,” he relinquished his hold on your arm and you both began walking again.

“I wish you wouldn’t use your brute strength against me,” you grumbled, referring to the way you hadn’t been able to escape from his grasp.

“You used to like my brute strength,” he laughed loudly at his own joke and you scoffed. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, “So who’s the lucky guy this time?”

This time. It was sad that Oak was able to phrase it that way. “You wouldn’t know him,” you obfuscated.

“Try me.”

You readjusted your backpack and sighed, “Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

His eyebrows rose as he turned his head to look at you.

“Seriously?” he asked with a laugh, a small ‘yeah’ left your lips while a smile played along his lips.

“He’s a good guy,” he told you, your eyebrows knitted together. “Plus,” he began as he turned the corner that leads you to your building. “He has the biggest heart. You’re a lucky girl to be with him.” He finished.

His hands went to push up the strap on his shoulder as you muttered something that couldn’t be made out. Oak hummed softly and looked at you, “What did you say?” he asked, you shook your head and allowed a few hairs to fall in your face. You both turned a corner before bumping into someone.

“Y/N,” the all too familiar voice gasped as you fell on your butt.

You hadn’t realized your eyes had closed until you opened them to meet Lin’s face. His lips were parted and his eyes were wide as he held out a hand to you. You happily took it.

The touch of skin brought a blush to the both of your faces, your heart began to beat a little faster as you looked at him.

“Lin,” you whispered and swallowed hard. A smile played along your lips at the way you said his name before he looked at Oak.

“Hey,” Lin smiled and waved at Oak who winked at the both of you.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Oak smiled and walked away while giving you both a soft smile.

“Why are you around here?” you asked and kept your eyes from meeting his.

“Pippa and Renee wanted to see me,” he responded and looked behind himself. “Oh.” you let out. Lin’s smile faded for a second before having it return. This one looked painful.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to hang out with us tonight?” he asked. Your eyes widened they quickly went to glance at his.

“I- What?” you mumbled. He nodded as hope filled his beautiful eyes.

“Is that weird?” he asked, you looked at him and shook your head.

“No, it’s not,” you told him, desperately wanting to say it was. It was, wasn’t it? Weird to go out when you didn’t even want him to see the mark he created.

“I’ll talk to Pippa,” you told him before smiling and shuffling away.

“Wait!” he shouted, you stopped and waited for him to say something. “I need your number,” Lin said in a quiet voice. You turned on your heel and nodded, pulling your phone from your pocket and handing it to him. He smiled and allowed you to type your passcode in before he added his number.

“Shoot me a text when you talk to her,” you nodded as he talked before he murmured “Or whenever.” You smiled at that before letting a small giggle fall from your lips.

“Alright.” you nodded.

“I’ll see you later.”

You both waved before you walked off, your heart finally calming down. It took a few minutes for the gravity of what you had just agreed to do to hit you. You shut your eyes for a few seconds, trying to think of what to do. You couldn’t just cancel, you were supposed to meet them tonight! It was too short notice. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly dialed a number. Oak picked up after one ring.

“Y/N? You need me to come rescue you?” His voice sounded genuinely concerned and it made you feel bad for your young self, no wonder you had fallen in love so quickly. But more than anything it reminded you of why he was now your best friend.

“No, the big bad wolf is gone but he invited me to his friend’s dorm tonight. You two are friends right?” You put your hand over your eyes and tried not to scream in public.

“So? Are you going to go?” Oak’s voice was amused.

“Depends. Would you rather accompany me or help me fake my own death?”

“That’s a tough one,” he laughed. “What time should I pick you up?”

“Six. And wear that blue button up with the black skinny jeans,” you remembered the time Oak had taken you to prom and had worn sneakers. Since then you always told him what to wear before you went out to public events together.

“Yes, mom,” you could practically hear him rolling his eyes and you hung up the phone.

Before you knew it, it was 6 o’clock and you were scrutinizing every part of yourself in the mirror. You knew it was pointless to try to impress Lin yet here you stood with your hair falling in waves around your shoulders, carefully applied lipstick, and your best fitting skinny jeans and beige sweater. You hoped you looked effortless but flawless. A living, breathing oxymoron.

A knock rapped three times in a strange pattern at your door. You laughed out loud at Oak using your old code. You swung open the door swiftly and tackled him in a hug. “You wore what I told you to! Thank you! I owe you!” You said quickly in a hushed whisper, you didn’t know if Lin was already at Pippa and Renee’s dorm but you didn’t want to take a chance of him overhearing you.

“Anything for you,” Oak swung an arm over your shoulder. “Where am I driving?”

“Oh uh, it’s right across the hall,” you scratched the back of your neck and laughed at yourself for forgetting such a detail.

Oak groaned, “I cleaned out all the take out boxes from the passenger seat for you!”

You wrinkled your nose. “Ew.” You patted his chest and smiled up at him, “I do appreciate the effort.”

He rolled his eyes and knocked on the girls’ dorm. Pippa answered and squealed, “Y/N!” She beckoned you into the small dorm and you gulped when you realized you and Oak were the last ones to arrive.

“Hope you guys don’t mind I invited Oak to tag along,” you made sure your sleeve was pulled down to cover your wrist.

“The more the merrier!” Daveed cheered and proceeded to shotgun a can of beer.

You met eyes with Lin who was currently staring at Oak’s arm that was still draped around you. “Hi, Lin,” you said with a quiver in your voice and his eyes shot to your face.

“Y/N.” He stood up from his blue beanbag to greet you. You stepped out of Oak’s arm to give Lin a quick hug. You pulled away to see his blushing face. “I- I’m glad you came.”

You eyed Anthony chug a beer as Jasmine looked on unimpressed. “Me too.” Your words made him go even redder, if that was possible.

“Lin!” Oak’s voice boomed inside the tiny room. Oak flew in between you and Lin and enveloped Lin in a warm hug. “What’s up, buddy!”

Lin hugged Oak back, patting his back and stepped away. “There have been a few developments recently,” he looked at you again and you blushed. There was no reason to blush, he wasn’t really your soulmate. It was just a fluke like the previous three were. But he has a tally mark too… a small voice reminded you. You kindly told it to shut the fuck up. And you love everything about him, as much as you don’t want to! You were less kind to it this time.

Oak bit his lip and looked between the two of you. “Ah.”

You had been laughing so much it hurt with Lin when Renee stood on a chair in the middle of the room. “We!” She held her can of alcohol up. “Are playing truth or dare!” It seemed like an excellent idea to you. Maybe it was because you were slightly buzzed from the beer in your hand because a small part of you told you that sober Y/N would not like it at all.

You sat in the circle between Oak and Lin eagerly watched the game begin.

“Pippa,” Daveed slurred. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said without hesitation, her eyes glinting.

This led Pippa to walk across the room on her hands, Jasmine to admit she didn’t think Anthony was very cute when she first met him (“What!! You’re joking!!”), and for Daveed to somehow effectually lick his elbow.

“Alright,” Anthony spoke up as his eyes went around the circles before meeting yours but quickly flicking to Oak’s. Anthony’s lips touched the bridge of his drink.

“Oak,” he mumbled with a wide smile playing his lips. “Truth or dare?” he asked in a slow motion. Oak thought about it before shrugging.

“Dare.” He shrugged.

A wicked smile played on Anthony’s lips as he took a drink from the can. “I dare you to…” He trailed off. His eyes looked around the circle before he settled on you.

“To kiss Y/N,” a soft gasp was heard at the words.

Oak looked at Anthony with his eyebrows raised, “Okay.” Oak shrugged and leaned over to press his lips against yours.

It wasn’t a long kiss but it was soft and delicate.

You moved away from him and looked at him as a dark blush coated your cheeks along with Oak’s. A soft scoff came from Lin’s mouth when he saw the blush.

The game went on as everyone drank more. You had acted as if you were the Queen of England, Lin had told you how many people he had dated (which admittedly wasn’t very many) and Oak was dared to down three shots of tequila without throwing up. Of course, he succeeded, he was Okieriete fucking Onaodowan.

“Y/N,” Daveed smirked. “Truth or dare?”

You gulped and flicked your eyes to Oak. You would play it safe this time. “Truth.”

A knowing smile flitted across Daveed’s face. “Who’s your soulmate?”

You gasped at the question and you felt Oak’s steady palm press against your back. You should’ve known this was coming. You should’ve picked dare. You took a long sip of your drink. “Now that is a tricky question.” You avoided all the eyes in the room, especially Lin’s.

“What do you mean?” Lin’s voice sounded cautious. You found the strength to look into his eyes and suddenly you knew what you had to do. In your inebriated state, you were able to accept the fact that maybe, just maybe the fates had finally marked you currently. Lin had one too, that had to mean something. The fact that he was all you could think about anymore also meant something because out of the previous men you had supposedly been made for in heaven, none of them made you fall as hard as Lin did. You needed to come clean because one way or another you knew he would find out about your marks and you needed to be the one to tell him.

“Which one are you referring to?” You looked Daveed in the eye and with a surge of adrenaline you were able to pull up your sleeve to reveal your marked wrist to the group. Gasps and shrieks sounded throughout the group and you closed your eyes to save yourself from Lin’s incredulous look.

“Y/N,” Lin’s voice was strained, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you whispered.

“Explain.”

You opened your eyes again and pushed Oak’s hand away from your back. Lin looked scared and confused and you hated yourself for doing this to him. He deserved someone who only had one mark for him. “I wish I could. I’ve researched this since the first mark appeared and my soulmate’s,” you put air quotes around the word, “wrist stayed blank. It’s like that every time. Except for you, Lin.” You felt embarrassed to have admitted such a thing in front of all of Lin’s friends but you knew the opportunity wouldn’t come again.

Oak tried to pull you towards him but before you could squirm out of his grip Lin was shoving his hands away and pulling you out into the hall. “Keycard,” he held his hand out for it and you obliged. Lin could’ve asked you to jump off of a bridge and you would’ve obliged without hesitation. He swiped the card quickly and opened the door to the room for you. “I thought we should have more privacy.” He ran his hands through his long hair and his voice sounded as though he was trying to keep himself from yelling.

“Why are you upset?” You tried to put your hands on his chest to stop his pacing.

“Why am I upset?! Are you kidding me, Y/N? The woman I’ve been waiting to meet for twenty-five years has three other soulmates!” He tugged at his hair and groaned, but he stopped his pacing for you.

“Fate was wrong!” You put your hands on either side of his face. He grabbed your arms and pushed you gently away from him.

“Fate’s never wrong,” his voice sounded broken. “I look at you and I see every dream I’ve ever had. I just- knowing you’ve felt like this towards three other men makes me sick. Seeing Oak kiss you killed me and that was before I knew all of this!”

You tried to catch his gaze but he refused to look at you. You rushed at him and held his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. “I don’t want this, Lin.” He scoffed and tried to pull away but you tugged back towards you. “I thought after three failed attempts the Fates had just decided to make me into their running joke! For a couple of days, I haven’t been able to get your laugh, your wit, your face out of my mind! I’ve been trying to get you out of there, trust me. You just won’t go.”

His eyes softened at your words but his face was still cold. “You’re drunk.”

That wasn’t a lie. “Do you think I’d be able to admit this if I wasn’t? I’m not brave, Lin. That’s something you should know. Since my first mark showed up and Oak’s didn’t, I’ve been trying to run away from this.”

His entire body tensed at Oak’s name. “Really! Oak? That’s why you brought him to the party, isn’t it? You were trying to let me down easy!” Tears began to flow freely from his eyes but you didn’t let him go.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body flush against his. There were only a few inches of room between the two of you and it made heat pump through your veins. “Have you not been listening to me? I’ve never felt this way before. No one else has ever gotten a mark except you! Do you know what that means, Lin?! You’re the first man to have ever reduced me to a blubbering and stuttering mess and I don’t even know your birthday!” A thick silence enveloped the room and you watched as Lin’s features slowly began to melt before your eyes.

“January 16,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“God, I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to learn that. I want to know everything about you. I want to know everything about my true soulmate,” your voice gradually got softer.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he whispered. “I’d do anything you ask.”

“That must be a side effect of having a soulmate because I was just thinking the same thing,” you wiped away the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Then kiss me.” You did. You kissed him softly at first and your lips burned from the electricity that coursed between the two of you. In the back of your mind, you noted that this was what a soulmate’s kiss was meant to feel like. You saw fireworks go off behind your eyelids when you felt him begin to kiss you more deeply. His hands tangled in your hair and he pulled you even closer to him.

You both broke the kiss with gasps. You hadn’t wanted to stop kissing him, but when you felt what seemed like cool lips touch your wrist you were startled out of the reverie that he had put you in. The two of you held your wrists up and you watched in awe as your marks that represented each other turned black. You watched in silence as the three other marks on your wrist faded into nothingness. You looked up at Lin, his face more relieved than you had ever seen.

“I’m the one,” his voice was giddy with happiness.

“You’re the one.” Suddenly you knew with all of your beings that Fate hadn’t just been toying with you. It was merely preparing you for this whirlwind of a man who had crashed into your life with just a couple of knocks.

You kissed him again.


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anonymous asked:

can you write a fic where betty and jughead keeping getting caught in the blue and gold room, even by alice

Sure, so cute!
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Jughead ran his fingers through the silky long strands of her honey blonde hair as Betty leaned against him, her eyes scanning the article she was revising while she hummed along softly to the Frank Sinatra playing from his phone speaker.

It was comfortably quiet in the office of the Blue and Gold, no angry football players, no jealous red heads, even the ever present stress regarding the murder of Jason Blossom seemed to still, leaving nothing but Betty’s warm curves pressed against his body and her fingers tapping gently on his knees. His heart felt warm and full as she wiggled against him, taking full advantage of their environment and the confidence the quiet was giving him Jughead dropped his lips to Betty’s neck, pressing a feather light kiss to her pulse point.

Betty instantly sighed, she was familiar with the feeling of his lips but the sensation still sent a shiver through her body. When they were together, really together, the connection was undeniable, their spark was something out of a storybook and it thrilled Betty to her core, she was fairly certain Jughead felt the same, his shaking hands were a perfect example of the effect they had on each other.

“Bets.” He whispered into her neck, his breath blowing warm air onto her tan, warm skin.
She turned into his arms, gently running her nose over his, nuzzling him softly as both of their eyes drifted closed. Their breathing was heavy and they were sitting so close they were merely a tangle of limbs and fluttering eyelashes.

“What do you want Juggie?” Betty whispered, opening her eyes to stare into his, the instance his deep blue stormy ones caught hers, she felt her breath leave her chest at the intensity of his stare, so much in his eyes that mirrored her own.

“I just want you.” He whispered back, dipping his mouth to meet hers.

Almost instantly the blue and gold office doors swung open revealing Alice Cooper, standing before them, her hands on her hips and her all knowing smile gracing her lips.

“Well hello children”

Betty and jughead flew apart from each other, Jughead catching Betty around the waist before she could fall from the plaid couch.

“Mom!” Betty shouted frantically, her face flushed now for a different reason.

“Oh Elizabeth, stop with the dramatics. I have a new lead on the case. So today…” Alice rambled on, pulling out notes and moving her hands eccentrically.

Jughead groaned before dropping his head into Betty’s shoulder blades. “Remind me again why we asked her to work here.” He said, muffled through her tshirt.

Betty giggled
“It was your idea Juggie.” She reminded him, gently running her fingers over his wavy black hair.

“It’s the third time this week! I mean I get it, she’s your mom, but this used to be our private place.” He pouted slightly.

Betty ran her thumb over his extended lip and smiled
“We’ll just have to find a new private place.” She whispered before dropping a kiss to his pouty lips “I happen to remember a certain tree house you had when we were kids, think it’s still there?” She smirked

Jugheads eyes widened, she could practically hear the wheels turning in his head
“Yeah.. yeah it is.” He cleared his throat

“ hello? Am I the only one interested in finding out what those heinous blossoms did to their son?” Alice asked snapping in her daughters boyfriends face.

Jughead shook his head before rolling his eyes and nodding at Alice

“You got it boss.”

He winked at Betty.

Biological Kids ft. Hoseok

fluff

+ hoseok gets questioned about your two twin daughters (mixed obv, black & korean); “from where are they adopted?” and he gets upset about it, kinda goes off and goes home to you, his loving wife. you comfort him and it’s just cute.

it was just another day in seoul with your husband, hoseok and your two twin kids (8); yuri and soonyoung.

although you were upstairs, you could hear everything that was going on downstairs. soonyoung and yuri were arguing about what shoe they should wear. they were speaking english which actually made you happy since they spoke korean majority of the time.

since it wasn’t that bad of an argument, you decided to let them fuss it out and pull the covers over your head.

a faint smile appeared on your face as you heard hoseok run up the stairs. you pulled the covers down to your chest and awaited his entrance.

“baby they’re arguing in english. you know i don’t understand!” he pouted as he plopped down beside you and stared at the ceiling.

“they’re arguing about which shoes to wear.” you giggled at how cute he was when he pouted.

“ooooh…i knew that! i only.. understood…shoe though..” he struggled to say the whole sentence in english which you thought was adorable. “why are you not coming again?”

“maybe because of last night. also, maybe because the girls just got back and i think that you should spend some time with them.” you repeated for the fifth time in a sarcastic tone.

“last night…” he let out a sigh of relief and bit down on his lip as he thought about the things that occurred a few hours ago. “we should send the girls away or get a babysitter more often.”

“you’re really needy these days.” you laughed. it was the first time in about two months that you two had sexual intercourse. so, last night was incredible.

“yah don’t pretend like you’re not either.” he playfully smacked his lips.

“come here.” you giggled and spoke softly, while tugging on his shirt.

he leaned down and kissed you, while letting his hands roam wherever they pleased. you didn’t mind repeating last night even if you were sore but of course, your daughter’s were here (not that that was a bad thing). hoseok wasn’t even aware of his actions, once he had you.. he couldn’t get enou-

“ahhhh!” the twins screamed from the doorframe. “how were we made this way i don’t get it?” yuri whispered to soonyoung.

“i don’t know, but whatever aunt (a/n) says is true.” yuri shrugged.

hoseok crawled off of you and made his way over to the kids. he squated down in front of them and let out a small sigh.

“you saw that didn’t you?”

they both nodded. “yes appa we saw you touching eomma in weird ways. but it’s okay we can wipe it from our memories!” soonyoung giggled and poked at hoseok’s dimple that appeared once he looked down and smirked out of embarrassment.

“i see you two made a decision..” he said as he noticed the girls’ shoes. that smirk of embarrassment quickly turned into a proud smile.

“do we look swag like uncle yoongi?” yuri asked.

both you and hoseok cringed and laughed at the question. “not even uncle yoongi says that anymore sweethearts.” he paused and let out a light chuckle. “but you both look really cute.”

“come here…soonyoung and yuri.” you called for them. you watched as they ran over to you and jumped on the bed.

“yes mommy?!” they asked in unison.

it was a cuteness overload to see them side by side, wearing the biggest smiles on their faces. they had the same exact smile and eyes as hoseok, and of course they were cheery, just like him.

“you two are sure to get a tan, so make sure appa let’s you play out there in the sun okay? melanin is a beautiful thing, and don’t forget that.” you smiled.

“i would never not let them out in the sun! i love their tanned skin!” hoseok scoffed and sat down next to you.

“stop being a baby!” the twins said as they hopped into his arms, making him fall back.

he wrapped his arms around them and kissed the top of their heads. “sometimes eomma is just…” he paused and looked at you, making sure to choose his words carefully. “a meany and she doesn’t believe in me.”

“aww mommy!” the twins looked up at you and poked their bottom lip out, pretending to have sympathy for appa seok.

hearing what hoseok said made you scrunch your nose up and your lips purse. “baby do we have a problem? why are you lying on my name like that?” ten seconds later of trying not to laugh, you ended up letting it out.

“yahhhh see she’s crazy!” he started to laugh along with you. “but seriously, i’ll make sure that they get enough sun.”

you sat up and signaled for yuri to sit between your legs. “soonyoung can you go and get the toothbrush and edge control for me?”

soonyoung went running to the bathroom, quickly coming back with the two items that you asked for.

“i can do soonyoung’s hair.” hoseok said with hope (that you would allow him to) in his eyes.

you eyed him for a moment while you thought about wether or not you should let him. after a minute of thinking you spoke,  “fine, go ahead.”

soonyoung sat in front of hoseok and handed him the small container of edge control along with the toothbrush.

“slay my edges appa!” she said in english, getting excited that he was doing her hair.

“what did she say? appa what? a slay?” hoseok pursed his lips together.

“she said, do her edges well.” you giggled after face palming yourself. why was your husband like this?

hoseok nodded his head and started on her hair. first, he did exactly what you did; he took out soonyoung’s ponytail and replaced it with two. her part was… surprisingly straight. then, he opened up the edge control and dipped the toothbrush in.

“okay i see you..” you smirked, watching him as he went.

he did good. it was his first time and he actually laid them. you were a proud wife.

“i killed this!” he gassed himself up and high fived soonyoung after she looked in the mirror and agreed.

once you finished with yuri’s, you laid back down. since hoseok and the girls were about to leave, you were planning on catching a few more z’s.

“alright kiss mommy and tell her you’ll see her later.” he paused and waited until they were finished. “wait for me downstairs.”

“see you later eomma!” after they left, hoseok went over to you and pecked your lips. “we’ll be back later, i love you y/n.”

“i love you too.”

you watched as he left and listened as the front door shut. now, it was time to do what you loved to do; sleep.

*

“appa can you push us on the swings!?” the girls asked hoseok while they both grabbed one of his hands and pulled him towards the swing.

“okay but this is the last thing that we do before heading home.” he nodded even though it didn’t matter sense he was already on his way there. “and remember that you should ask and wait for an answer. you can’t just assume things alright?”

“alright appa.” they hopped on the swings and dangled their feet.

he checked his pockets to make sure that he still had his keys and phone before he started. “ready?”

“yes!” they shouted in unison, causing a few curious and startled heads to turn.

he began pushing them, keeping them at the same rate since they would scream ‘that’s unfair’ in a heartbeat.

while he pushed them, he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful and unique his girls looked. their skin was the tannest skin in the park. only they had brown skin, curly hair, and that wonderful coconut oil scent.

“you two are so beautiful, you know you’re my world right?” he smiled.

“i thought eomma was your world.” yuri said out of confusion.

“she is too.” hoseok chuckled and continued to push the girls, allowing them to get higher each time. their cheers were like music to his ears. every time they cheered him on, he would just get happier.

“excuse me?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind him.

he turned around slowly until he was facing the unknown person. he smiled once he noticed that it was an ajumma. “hello, is there something wrong?”

“um well yes.. i’m kind of curious.” she was a blushing mess but hoseok brushed off her weird vibe since things like this happened often. 

“curious about what?” he raised his eyebrows and looked back for a second to make sure that the girls were still behind him. they were still swinging, having a random conversation with each other.

“those two girls that you were just pushi-”

“my daughter’s? what about them?” he started to go into protective daddy mode.

“ohh they’re your…daughter’s? from where did you adopt them?” she kept that same smile on her face. she didn’t have a clue.

hoseok inhaled a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. he did not want to curse an older woman out, he could never forgive himself. he ended up not saying anything and instead, he just stared at her.

“hello? where did you get them from?” she pushed on the question. “they can’t possibly be your biological children.” she laughed.

“these are my biological children and i’m married, to a beautiful black woman. i’m not about to let you disrespect my family like this. it’s people like you who can’t get over the past and yourselves. realize that the world is changing. interracial relationships are happening these days and interracial children are being made. my two daughters and my wife don’t deserve this. they’re people just like you. it was very ignorant of you to just assume that they were adopted. think twice before you say shit lady. and you’re lucky that my wife isn’t here. she would’ve..” he shook his head and stopped himself from going any further. he decided that it was best to just walk away to the car and get the girls.

as he strapped them in, he heard someone running up to him.

“hey! hey! hey!” the same lady shouted as she stopped in front of him. “i want to apolo-”

“then apologize.” he spoke sternly as he cut her off.

“i’m so sorry if i offended or upsetted you, i’m just not used to seeing… mixed children or at least not a black and korean family. it’s new and so i’m sorry for my ignorance.”

all that hoseok could do was nod and get into the car. as he started the engine, he looked at the girls. he observed their facial features; eyes and lips just like his; a nose just like yours and their skin was like caramel and honey. 

aside from their unique beauty, they looked worn out, which was what he expected since they moved around so much.

“y'all are tired?” he asked the obvious question.

they both tilted their heads to the side and made that ‘you know the answer’ face that you always made. “yes appa.” they said in unison.

he chuckled and turned back around. “do you want to bring eomma some food back?”

“yes if we get food too!” they responded.

“crazy…” he chuckled again and said to himself. of course everyone was gonna get food. 

you hated when hoseok would bring food for you and the kids but not himself. ever since you told him that, he would make sure that he got something to eat too. eating together as a family in the household was a must.

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“eomma!” the girls shouted at the top of their lungs as they ran upstairs to you.

they jumped on the bed to wake you up…but…that didn’t work. you were in a deep sleep.

“appa! eomma won’t wake up!” yuri shouted which caused hoseok to run up the stairs.

“y/n…” he called your name. you didn’t answer, so he continued to call your name until he realized that that wouldn’t work. “go downstairs and eat. me and eomma will be down in a minute.” he told the girls.

once they left out of the room, he climbed on top of you and kissed you all over your face. “baby..baby…baby…i have food.”

as expected, your eyes shot open and you pushed him off of you. “where…?” you looked around.

“downstairs.” he paused once he caught the death glare that you had sent him. “anyways, baby something happened today at the park and i’m upset about it.” his smile faded as he remembered what happened earlier.

“what happened?” you pursed your lips together and sat up.

“an ajumma….she asked if yuri and soonyoung we’re adopted.” he spoke lowly.

“and what did you say? you raised an eyebrow, hoping that he would tell you about how he cursed her out or something along those lines.

“let’s just say, i let her know some things.” he paused and sighed. “i just hate that there’s actual people out here that thinks that our daughters are adopted. they make it seem like i did something wrong.”

you shook your head and tugged on his clothing, indicating that you wanted him to come closer. he slid over to you and rested his head on your stomach. he grabbed your right hand and didn’t let it go.  “baby, there will always be ignorant people in this world but the best that we can do is ignore them and not let them interfere with our happiness. you know, narrow minded and adjusted people hate to see those who are like insurgents to the ‘normal or right way’ enjoying their life….they have to try to fuck it up somehow. that’s just how it goes. but we…we are a strong family. we are with those insurgents. when we’re happy, they’re not. yuri and soonyoung are such blessings to both me and you aren’t they?” you paused to let him answer your obvious question.

“yes, i love my daughter’s to death. i love you too.” he sniffled and wiped  his face which let you know that he was crying.

“yuri and soonyoung!” you shouted.

within seconds, your two little sunshines came running into the room. their smiles quickly faded though, once they saw that their father was in tears.

“appa..? what’s wrong?” soonyoung asked, on the verge of tears.

“it’s okay soonyoung, he’s crying because…he loves.” you said while rubbing his back in a circular motion. “how much do you love appa?”

“i love appa so so so so so so much! i love him with all my heart!” yuri said as she jumped up and down.

“i love him so very much. he is my bestfriend.” soonyoung added on.

“and i love you more than anything so stop crying and give your wife and kids a hug.” you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair until he got up and pulled yuri and soonyoung into a hug

“i love the both of you so much.” they hugged him back. it was honestly the cutest when the three of them hugged, the love of your life and the beautiful children that the two of you created..it was your aesthetic.

“come here baby.” hoseok reached an arm out to you, you went over to them and joined in on the hug.

“nothing will ever break us apart alright? we are a strong and beautiful family. let no one tell you anything different.” (-hoseok)

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The Beautiful Mess

Creators Summit, a silly, fun event YouTubers went to go and meet other YouTube creators. For Sean, the best part was meeting his friends again, since he lived farther away. It was always a treat to see Mark especially, well his boyfriend. It was the first day there and YouTube wanted to give the YouTubers a day to themselves and just relax, tomorrow would be a fun filled event.

Sean was waiting in a hotel room for Mark. Well their hotel room, they decided to share rooms since it was nice to be closer. Sean had gotten an earlier flight, since there was an attendant who offered the ticket to Sean. There were open seats on that flight and even though it wasn’t the same airplane company he usually rode with, he decided it’d be fun to be earlier by an hour.

Mark still thought that Sean’s plane was landing, which meant Mark was bound to come back in the room. It was a little surprise Sean planned. All of Mark’s stuff that he needed was still in the room like his wallet, car keys, etcetera. He texted Mark and smiled sending, ‘Hey, I just landed!’

Five minutes passed before he got a text back, 'Okay babe, I’ll be at the airport in twenty, is that okay?’ his eyes widened slightly. That meant Mark was now in a rush to get to the room. That was actually adorable…

'Perfect, thanks Markimoo. See you soon!’ He texted and sat on the bed cris cross, he waited for another text or something and a minute or two later he heard foot steps thumping quickly toward the door, he could only assume as his boyfriend. He sat up straight and faced toward the door on the edge of the bed in excitement and anxiousness.

Sean sat still as he heard muttering on the other side, some curse words and the poor guy probably had trouble opening the door. Sean stifled a laugh and got up to open the door. Sean turned the handle which lead Mark to mutter a “what the hell?” from the other side of the door.

Sean, with nervousness and excitement, opened the door and smiled brightly as he met eyes with his boyfriend.

“You forgot your key-” He was quickly cut off by Mark’s lips, pressed gently against Sean’s, sending the Irishman into pure bliss. Sean’s eyes fluttered close as his arms wrapped around Mark’s neck and Mark’s arms found their way around Sean’s waist.

Mark was the first to pull away from the kiss and a smile spread across his lips. “I missed you” Mark whispered and removed some of Sean’s green hair away from his eyes ever so gently.

“That’s why I got an earlier flight-” that’s when Sean noticed, Mark was shirtless and wet droplets coming down his bare chest and half wet hair.

Sean took in the sight of Mark’s presence, seeing the outline of his biceps and his eyes widened slightly seeing every outline of his abs on his chest.

“Sorry, I was out swimming in the indoor pool a couple levels up. Is that alright love?” Mark said tracing his thumb underneath the band of Sean’s grey sweatpants

•••

“What are you doing?” The ebony haired boy asked as his boyfriend plopped down on the bed, stomach first.

“Existential Crisis…” Dan mumbled as he buried his face into the snow white pillows.

“You wanna talk about it?” Phil spoke up as he went over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yes please.” His voice was muffled in the soft pillow as he moved over for Phil. This usually happened, especially outside of Britain.

“Come here.” Phil said softly and positioned Dan so the brunette’s head was resting across his lap.

Phil gently started playing with Dan’s curly brown hair getting ready to listen. This had happened many times back in England, usually Phil would get Dan some hot chocolate or tea then wrap him up in a blanket. Now that they were in California this was the best they could do at the moment.

“Why do certain people think being different is so bad they start killing tons of people? What’s so wrong with liking the same gender or what’s wrong with liking two genders? Is it really so bad that the values of one person loving the same sex is worth a bombing? Is anything even worth bombing? Why do bombs exist?”

Dan was rambling and Phil knew not to interrupt, even if it was comforting words. It was Dan’s time for his thoughts to leave, plus it was pleasant just to do this every now and then. Letting Dan express himself as Phil would just give him acknowledgment that he was listening. To Phil, his favorite part was when Dan would fall asleep in the middle of a sentence and Phil got to see Dan sleep talk.

Fifteen minutes passed and Dan’s voice was much quieter and muttered out as he had completely gone side tracked and was now talking about dogs and their values, like most times. Even if the topic seemed a little taboo, Phil knew not to chuckle or let out a laugh of any kind. It was just rude and Dan might hold back certain thoughts in the future.

“and-and the dogs, they don’t get as much love as some dogs get which could~” and out like a light. Dan’s eyes had been closed for the last minute or two and now his breathing was a little heavier. Phil still gently ran his fingers through Dan’s hair.

Phil just sat there admiring his boyfriend, playing with his hair as a good boyfriend would do. He admired all of Dan’s features as his fingers brushed against his right cheek gently all the way to his jaw. He stifled a laugh when his fingers dipped underneath his jaw. He knew Dan had a very sensitive neck and could just moan from a touch of it.

His index finger caressed the side of his neck as he heard Dan let out a slight whimper, unsure if he was asleep or not, Phil decided to just not test Dan anymore and leave him at peace. He was about to pull Dan under the covers so he could sleep, until he felt Dan shift so his head was now sideways on Phil’s lap.

He let out a low groan as his fingers that were once simple actions, now sinful. He turned Dan’s head slightly so he could feel Dan’s breath against his clothed member. He was slowly getting turned on.

Phil shook his head, knowing it was wrong so he decided to just put them to bed and figure it out the next morning. Phil removed his hands from Dan’s hair and place his hands on Dan’s shoulders, about to bring him up into bed. That’s when Dan’s face rotated so his mouth was directly on Phil’s clothed groin. He let out a quiet groan and bit his tongue. Before he knew it, Dan’s eyes drifted open.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Dan said mouthing it on the tip of Phil’s groin. Then Dan had a sweet, innocent brown eyed look.

•••

Nothing’s worse then being sore the next day and having to walk and do activities with other YouTubers that should be fun, but your sore as fuck. Well that perspective definitely changed for Dan.

Now something is worse.

Having to have a vibrator up your ass at a silly little YouTube event where you’re suppose to do funny little activities.

Since Dan was being a tease and just sending Phil to deciding he needed a punishment. So that’s what Dan got for teasing his boyfriend. He’d whimper every now and then and play it as a cough. When Phil turned it up a notch is usually when Dan’s breath would hitch. People kept asking if Dan was okay and soon a few of his friends wanted him to go back to his hotel room to get rest.

So Dan decided he’d had enough and he was growing sore. It wasn’t too much in a sense where Phil had over done it, Phil was rough, sure, but he always had Dan’s consent at heart. So he tugged on Phil’s shirt and led Phil over to a corner of the room.

“Can I please go to our room? I won’t take it out, just can’t walk anymore. Going limp.” Dan whimpered softly as the toy continued to buzz and his knees nearly buckled.

It took Phil some thinking before he made a decision. “Alright, if anyone asks just say you don’t feel well.” Phil said quietly, no one was really around them anyways, but just in case.

“Thanks” Dan muttered with a sigh of relief as he began to walk away. A hand was firmly placed on his waist to keep him from leaving.

“But you have to bring a friend with you.”

“Excuse me?” Dan’s voice was high pitched and drained to the point where he couldn’t have a sarcastic tone, just sarcastic words.

“Take a friend with you. Just to make sure you don’t misbehave. I know you wouldn’t touch yourself with someone in the room with you.” Phil smirked as Dan rolled his eyes, clearly pissed since he was planning on taking the toy out.

“Fine, but won’t they wonder why you didn’t take me back? What do I say then?” Dan said testing Phil to see if he’d just give up.

“If they ask say I’m getting you meds. You can add your own little sarcastic comments after that, okay?” Phil knew Dan in and out, maybe even more than Dan knew himself. That’s why the ebony friend already knew Dan had an excuse.

“You can always text me to come back, but you might get something other than medicine.” His voice was low and he was extremely tempted to place a kiss against Dan’s neck, but decided against it since there was a crowd.

“Fine” Dan sighed and walked away, this time Phil didn’t stop him.

As Dan walked away his legs almost turned to jelly since the stimulation was getting insane for his body. He was nearly shaking. His breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, could be interpreted for being sick. He kept walking, his head hung low

The brunette continued to walk until he lazily ran into someone. He stumbled backward and now had an excuse to let out a whimper. He looked up and he was met with brown eyes and tanned skin.

“You okay?” His voice was low like a radio presenter as Dan laughed nervously.

“Yeah, sorry about that!” A whimper escaped his mouth and brushed it off as a cough.

“Are you sure?” Dan was hesitant on answering or nodding, but eventually did.

“Honestly, I’m not feeling the best. I think I caught the flu or something.” Dan said sniffing a little then whimpered, but again played it off as a cough.

“Alright, I think you should go back to your room.” The half Korean said gently and stared down at Dan with sympathy.

“Can you help me?” Dan said in a quiet voice, obviously embarrassed of asking someone to help since it seemed he always had Phil to lean on for a friend, it was foreign asking for other help.

“Yeah sure, one second. I have to tell Jack really quick.” Mark turned around and a moment later him and Sean showed back up and Sean had a sad smile on his face.

“God, I’m sorry. Sickness is really the worst isn’t it?” The Irishman said in a quiet tone and patted Dan on the back.

“If it’s alright I’d love to help you out and maybe get you some ice?” Dan couldn’t help but smile to the Irishman’s gesture.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Dan said in a shaky voice since he was on his edge and couldn’t do anything about it.

“Alright let’s get you to your room.” Sean said starting to walk off to the elevators, as if he was going on a quest.

“He’s sure optimistic.” Dan said laughing a little looking at Mark. They walked after Sean since he was constantly looking back to see if they were following.

“You can say that again.” Mark chuckled as they made their way over to Sean.

All of them finally got in the elevator and after some small talk was going on between them, Dan found himself getting closer to his fifth high that day and he was over sensitive.

Then all three of them went out of the elevator as soon as it reached the correct floor. They walked to Dan’s room number and Sean continued to give positive thoughts like 'it’ll get better’.

“I’ll get you some ice down the hall and wrap it in a cloth. Should we ring Phil?” Sean asked Dan as they entered the room.

“No!” Dan said quickly. Mark and Sean’s eyes widened as they looked at Dan. That was a first. Dan knew the consequence if he wanted Phil back.

“He’s busy, you know, getting meds. He’ll be back in an hour I suppose.” Dan shrugged slightly, gulping down moans and whimpers from the dumb toy.

“Alright… I’ll be back with some ice.” Sean turned on his feet to walk to the ice department where free ice was deposited.

“If you want, Jack and I can stay with you until Phil comes back.” Mark said as he took the key from Dan’s hand and opened the door with a swipe of the key card.

“That’d be nice, thank you.” Mark opened the door for the brunette as he walked in.

“You should probably take a nap, you seem really tense and tired.” Mark said leaning on the door frame as he watched Dan go to the bed.

“Yeah, okay” Dan was tired and he didn’t want to disagree in the first place. So he got under the white covers and laid his head against the pillows.

He let a whimper escape his lips as the toy was pushed in him when he laid flat. He turned so he was on his right side. His eyes closed and decided to just pretend to sleep and maybe he would. But it was impossible when the toy kept buzzing in him. Luckily, Mark turned an electrical fan on so he wouldn’t be able to hear the quiet moans, or so Dan thought.

Mark sat on a chair that was by a desk. It wasn’t close to the bed. Mark decided to text Phil and ask when he’d be back, just to make sure. The half Korean heard a soft knock at the door. He opened the door and sure enough Sean was standing there with a bucket of ice.

The Irishman opened his mouth to say something, but quickly Mark put a single finger to Sean’s lips. Sean’s eyes widened just slightly as he looked up at Mark. The half Korean leaned in to Sean, so his mouth was right by Sean’s ear.

“You have to be quiet.” Mark whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible. His hot breath against Sean’s ear made the Irishman’s hair on his neck stand up.

Sean nodded and then Mark took the bucket of ice from Sean’s hand and walked over to the table. Sean was still standing there in shock of what just happened, but then slowly walked to the table.

“Go sit down on that chair, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Mark said calmly as he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

Sean walked over to a nice cushioned chair and stared at Mark and how he took proper care of Dan. At first Sean found it endearing, but then he became a little jealous. Even though he shouldn’t be, it was a minor thing about Sean. But Mark on the other hand, he’d become extremely protective on Sean and became jealous easily.

As soon as Mark was done caring for the British boy he returned to Sean with a faint smile. Sean bit his lip as he looked up at Mark.

“Take care of me now!” Sean whisper-shouted with a pout. He made grabby hands toward Mark and the half Korean couldn’t help, but chuckle.

“Alright, alright.” Mark whispered back as he then leaned over Sean, his hands gripping the armrest.

“What seems to be the problem?” Mark whispered right by the shell of Sean’s ear.

“My boyfriend lives thousands of miles away and I only get to see him every so often and I don’t get to kiss him often and I really want to kiss him…” Sean’s voice trailed off toward the end as his big, ocean eyes stared up at Mark innocently.

“Alright stand up.” Mark instructed firmly and with a snap of his fingers Sean stood up.

“Come here.” Mark said in a whisper and Sean obliged real quick. He stood so close to Mark their chests were pressed against each other’s. Sean was on his tiptoes with a big smile.

Mark smiled slightly before he planted a kiss on Sean’s lips. The Irishman let out a quiet moan into the kiss. It didn’t take long before both of their tongues were included into the kiss. Mark had one hand on Sean’s waist the other wrapped loosely around the back of Sean’s neck. Slowly, Mark pulled his lips away, a small trail of saliva dripping from Sean’s bottom lip.

“Are you going to be my good boy? Hmm?” Mark whispered as the hand on Sean’s waist traveled to Sean’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Sean let out a loud moan, not use to this interaction since it had been awhile.

“Baby, you’ve got to be quiet. Dan’s trying to sleep.” Mark whispered against Sean’s ear. The green haired boy nodded his head in response.

“Good boy.” Mark’s voice became deeper and huskier. He sat on the chair and patted his thigh for Sean to sit on. Sean sat down, looking at Mark with bliss filled eyes.

“God you’re hot.” Mark mumbled before his lips attached to Sean’s neck, creating a small bruise. Yet of course Sean was loud, with moans. Mark growled lowly in disapproval.

“Baby, what’d I say hmm?” Mark said gripping Sean’s thigh, the Irishman let out a yelp and of course and Dan wasn’t asleep; he was getting free porn.

“Gotta be-hngh- quiet, but-but-” Sean whimpered as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Mark’s neck.

“Shh baby.” Mark cooed as he replaced his lips back to Sean’s neck and started leaving blotchy hickeys across his neck.

Mark’s hand that was gripping Sean’s thigh slowly cupped around his groin. Sean let out a loud, exaggerated, gasp.

“I said quiet.” Mark warned lowly and Sean continued to moan breathily.

“You’re not being a good boy are you?” Mark growled lowly and then heard a different quiet gasp that didn’t come from Sean.

Dan was repositioning himself so the vibrator hit his prostate that had been abused all day, he let out a whimpered moan.

“Great now I have two whores that need help.” Mark said in the heat of the moment, not really considering that Dan heard everything.

“Well what’s your problem Dan?” Sean asked as he started to grind against Mark’s thigh that he was straddling.

“Ph-Phil put a vibrator in my a-ass.” Dan panted out, too worn out to care about what would happened next, after all the other two were just getting started in front of him.

“I’ll have to call Phil then won’t I? Naughty boy.” Mark shook his head in disapproval and Sean shot an angry pout toward Mark.

“Hey I’m your only princess, just me.” Sean said getting jealous and moaning highly as he batted his long eyelashes.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Mark smirked palming Sean slowly. Sean’s pink, pale lips hung open slightly, his eyes fluttered close. He let out a high pitched breath that broke.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be a good boy.” Sean moaned and laid his head on Mark’s shoulder.

“Princess, can you dance for me in a few minutes ” Mark smirked as he reached for his phone and found Phil’s contact number.

“Yes daddy.” Sean said as he began to grind his hips against Mark’s thighs.

“Good boy.” Mark praised as he pressed call and heard the ringing go on.

Then Phil picked up.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed part uno! Part two of this is coming (cumming) soon

hate me

Originally posted by nctinfo

◇ “Scream. Run. Cry - say you hate me-”

◇ Johnny x reader

◇ vampire!au / 1920s!au

◇ requested by anon; in honor of sm finally letting my baby johnny out of the dungeon can i get a johnny vampire au?

◇ asddfhjsj I have no idea if you wanted a bulletpoint au or a scenario so I went with the safe decision and just did a scenario :( if anyone wants bulletpoint aus just remember to tell me that!

◇ fourteen minutes past my bedtime absolute Disgrace

•••

You had only been with him for a few months, and already you couldn’t imagine life without him.

Picture this: a shy girl — you —, arms hugging herself as she walks in the freezing cold with a group of giggling witches towards a club those same witches have persuaded her to go to. You had only known them for a few weeks and you were already being pushed out of your comfort zone, but your mother encouraged you to go out and have fun, so…

It’s hidden under a liquor shop and you’ve never heard of it but your new friends swear that it’s the bee’s knees, and the best supernatural place to be — which doesn’t mean much to you, because you’re human, and if anything it increases your nerves tenfold — so once they’ve dressed you up in clothes and makeup that you’d never bothered to try on before, they’re so eager to get there that they walk in the freezing cold — at 10PM.

They seem to ignore you as one whispers a password into a little slot in the metal door in front of you. The entrance is located at the bottom of an outdoor stairwell, and with your lack of coat you were shivering impatiently in seconds, tapping your foot as you wait for the man behind the metal door to unlock it and let you in.

You barely registered Wendy squealing excitedly, voice increasing in volume as music began to introduce itself to your ears. “Welcome to Hell!”

You were instantly taken aback by the sheer fanciness of the venue that you step into; it gave off a warm glow with red and gold furniture and soft light from the lamps placed around the room. Booths of red suede and dark wood tables were placed here and there, and although there was one main floor, there was another raised area where more tables were situated.

A stage lays on the lower area, pushed against the furthest wall and was currently inhabited by a beautiful woman who’s voice ws almost as sweet and smooth as honey. It was almost otherworldly — actually, it was —, and if it weren’t for your friends pulling you along to a nearby booth, you would’ve ran to join the people dancing in front of it, even though it was completely uncharacteristic of you to do so.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Irene smiled, watching your fascination fondly. You nod, a smile on your face as your friends began to decide on what drinks they wanted. “We come here all the time. It’s pretty… secretive, so make sure you don’t let it loose, ‘kay?”

“Of course,” you breathed. You’d be stupid if you passed out the info on this hidden gem — nobody needed to know about the active supernatural community in Chicago, or all hell would break loose.

You couldn’t stop taking in everything around you; from the golden bar loaded with expensive bottles behind it, to the dancing people, to the amazing, sultry music — and then, your eyes drifted over to the corner of the room, up on the raised platform. There sat a group of men, all handsome and most with a cigar in their mouth and a woman under their arms. They were surrounded by cigar smoke and alcohol and they looked extremely dangerous but for some reason, you couldn’t look away — especially when you realise that you had stopped on the figure of a tall, brunette man who was already gazing back at you.

“_____,” Joy whispered urgently, following your eyes to the group of men and her own widening when she realised what you were watching. Her hand encased your wrist and at her desperate tugs you found the strength to break your eye contact. “_____, don’t look at them. It’s better if you just ignore their presence completely.”

“Why?” You frowned, voice quiet, as if they could hear you — but you weren’t taking that chance, not in this place. “W-who are they?”

“They’re called NCT,” Wendy interrupted quietly, eyes flickering behind you. “Vampires. Very powerful, very dangerous, best to be avoided — okay?”

Although you were no stranger to the world of the supernatural, you weren’t good at matching faces to names and honestly, if you had to guess what that group of good-looking men were, you would have thought that they were Fae — entrancing, ethereal, hypnotic, garnering everyone’s attention with little to no effort.

You felt guilty at the rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins, because you could most definitely feel eyes burning into your back and your mind was still focused on that mysterious brunette, but you exhaled, a smile pulling at your features. “Okay.”

There was almost a collective sigh of relief, and although the question of what those men had done to get people to fear them so much plagued your mind, you were quickly thrown into conversation when Yeri suggested that you and her go and get the drinks at the bar — the two youngest, she had said. And you couldn’t argue with that.

You were much too aware that he was still watching you as you and Yeri slip out of the booth and make the short journey to the bar, where two man with wands were whizzing up drinks at the speed of light.

“Um, one Mediterranean Depth, two Faery Rings, two Scarlet Hearts and…” Yeri trailed off, her eyes drifting to you uncertainly, and you immediately felt sick at the attention placed on you. You had no idea what half of the things she listed were — hell, you barely had any knowledge on mortal alcohol!

“U-uh,” you gulped, looking at Yeri desperately, “I’ll have—”

“She’ll have a Mortal Lifespan, Zelo,” a voice rumbled from behind you. You didn’t even have to turn to know who it was, and you’re shocked by the clammy feeling of your hands and the loud thumping of your heart. Yeri’s eyes were wide and she wasn’t discrete with her fearful staring, and everyone could see how she grasped your wrist and tugged you towards her.

He stepped beside you, though, and the ability to see him up close had you breathless. His hair was fluffy and longer than most of the men present, who wore their hair short and slicked back. Tan skin, a strong jawline, tall and thin, dressed in dress pants and a button up and his eyes, his eyes, they looked like pools of swirling dark brown, infinite and filled with flickers of golden amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring—

“Fitting, isn’t it?” He rose an eyebrow, eyes not even stuttering towards Yeri. His attention was focused solely on you. “Not many mortals come to Hell.”

You had no idea what to say. Your throat felt like it was closing up at the idea of speaking to Tall, Dark and Handsome, but he only seemed to think your behaviour was cute — your cheeks were burning when you heard a chuckle escape him.

“How is it?” He asked carefully when ‘Zelo’ passed you a short glass of dark purple iridescent liquid. You took a hesitant sip, ignoring Yeri’s desperate eyes as you let the strange flavour drift over your tongue and burn down your throat.

“It’s nice,” you answered, a shy smile appearing on your face. Your eyes flickered between his own and the glass in your hand. “Tastes like… blueberries.”

“Somethin’ told me you’d like it,” he grinned, before he stuck out a hand. “I’m Johnny, doll.”

Yeri was practically shooting daggers into your back, but as if you were compelled, you let your hand slip into his, smile growing as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “_____.”

“_____, the others are waiting for us,” Yeri interrupted, but she wasn’t looking at you, only at Johnny. It was the most serious you had seen the usually bubbly girl. “We should go…”

“Well, surely, your friends wouldn’t mind if I stole this lovely lady for a dance?” Johnny inquired charmingly, his eyes floating from Yeri to you. “That is, if you want to, _____.”

Wendy’s words from earlier were suddenly very prevalent in your mind, and you felt as if you were caught between a rock and a hard place. You wanted to dance with him, so very badly — but your friends were adamant that you stayed away from him.

And maybe they would absolutely loath you after this — maybe they would call you an idiot, a stupid, brainless girl… But he was smiling so hopefully at you and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down. You didn’t think you wanted to, anyway.

“I… I’d very much like that.” Yeri was gaping by that point.

But you both payed her no mind, and your drink was placed back on the bar as he intertwined your fingers and led you to a spot in front of the stage, amongst other couples and groups. A slower, jazzier song had begun to play, and the singing had managed to get even more smooth, more seductive, more romantic.

“So,” Johnny murmured when you got into a nice rhythm. His hands were low on your waist and yours were placed on his shoulders, and strangely, you didn’t mind the close proximity of your faces. If anything, it made you want to close the distance… “I meant what I said earlier, you know. Not many mortals come to Hell.”

“Well I’ll have you know, Mr. Johnny,” you began quietly, playfulness seeping into your tone of voice, “I’m not like most mortals.”

“You sure aren’t.”

And he spun and dipped you, and you hoped vampires didn’t have terribly good hearing, because the amount your heart rate sped up was embarrassing.

•••

Months had passed since the faithful night in which you were introduced to Johnny Seo — and you were thankful to say that you didn’t regret your decision to dance with him one bit.

Your loss of friendship with the Red Velvet Coven of Witches had been disappointing at first — they wouldn’t meet your eyes, and when they did you were on the receiving end of nasty glares — but you quickly realised that your friendship hadn’t been very strong, anyway, and you were better off not being friends with people as immature as they were.

Besides, you had made new friends. Not only had Johnny’s brothers welcome you with open arms, their friends and beaus were more than happy to make you feel at home. It was strange to think that the people you were closest to were mere strangers to you only a few months ago.

Things with Johnny were going swell. Even thinking about him had you positively glowing, but you were proud to admit that. It wasn’t hard to like him, in all honesty. With his charisma and humour and sweet personality and his protectiveness — you had really scored a goal this time. And, for once, you thought he liked you back.

You danced, you talked about things you had never talked about when the night blurred into early morning… He more often than not referred to you as his beau, his girl, his sweetheart — and even though you never confirmed anything, you thought it was safe to say that the feelings were mutual.

Which brings you to this moment. In Hell, with Nina’s smooth voice drifting over the pair of you like a warm blanket. The golden light cast upon your skin reminded him of the sun, and he knew that to him, you were just as important.

He held you in his arms like you were priceless, like he had to protect you. You didn’t know what had changed in him that night, but he seemed different — more open with his affections, for one. You had forehead kisses many a time that night, your fingers interlinked, his thumb rubbing circles against your cheek fondly; you were not one to complain, though.

“Did the Red Velvet ever explain much to you about vampires?” The peaceful silence between you broke the second the words exited his mouth, but you found them much more relaxing than the silent stillness.

“Not much,” you shrugged, lifting your head from his chest to meet his eyes. “Why? Is there something you want me to know, Seo?”

Johnny chuckled warmly, but he didn’t answer you, at least not immediately. He spun you gently, admiring the swish of your dress with every step you took, and then he pulled you as close as possible. “I just feel — as your personal vampire archive — that I should be educating you, baby.”

You giggled at his words, but rolled your eyes anyway: “Tell me something I don’t know, then.”

“Well,” he exhaled, biting his lip and throwing his eyes the the ceiling, as if he was thinking hard, “Maybe the most important thing to know — we drink blood—”

“How stupid do you think I am?” You snorted lightly, pushing his shoulder when he laughed at your reaction. “Come on — tell me something new, something interesting.”

“Okay,” he finally agreed, his playful smile melting down to a more sombre and serious expression. “So, vampires — they mate for life.”

“You gonna elaborate?” You tease.

“I’m getting to it — be patient, would you?” He clears his throat. “A vampire’s mate is picked from the moment they’re born or created. It’s like… the universe knows who will compliment them as a person, and a vampire knows exactly who their mate is just from being in the same room. You can smell them, you know — and like I said, vampires mate for life. Being away from your mate for too long can make you sick, it can make you hallucinate… You can only get rid of them if you reject your mate.”

“So you have a mate out there somewhere, huh?” You echoed, trying to not let the disheartening stone of sadness in your stomach show in your facial expression or voice.

“Somethin’ like that.”

He watched you carefully, scoping your reaction and registering every flicker of your eyes to the floor, every uncertain bite of your lips.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Johnny continued slowly, and your head lowers. You expected the worst: he found his mate, and now you couldn’t be together. He’d go off and be happy with someone the bloody universe had picked for him…

“You… You’re mine, doll.”

You remember that moment perfectly; your head snapped up, your eyes were wide, and you stared at Johnny for a good 5 minutes before you found the strength within yourself to speak — and when you did… “Y-You — and me?”

“Not too disappointed, I hope?” He raised an eyebrow as your expression changed in seconds from shocked to confused to happy, eyes glassy and lips pulled tight in the most genuine smile you had ever managed to pull off.

“The exact opposite!” You cried, arms abandoning their places on his shoulders and winding around his neck. He gladly accepted your embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and all he could think in that moment was how complete he felt.

•••

“Heard you and Johnny were official,” the voice that is directed at you startles you, and if it were not for your strong grip on your bookshelf, you surely would’ve toppled over.

You peer down from the ladder you were propped up on, and to your utmost surprise you see Yeri. You haven’t spoken in months, and the confusion must show on your face. She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and looking away from you.

“Just wanted to make sure you were still alive.”

You figure that with a conversation starter like that, you’d want to have your attention fully invested, so in secinds you’ve climbed down the ladder and are facing Yeri with narrow eyes and furrowed brows.

“You haven’t spoken to me in months,” you begin uncertainly, “Why now?”

“Look, ____,” Yeri sighed, “You’re new to this, okay? You’re human, too. You don’t know how dangerous they are. You’re going to get yourself hurt—”

“I appreciate your advice, but I suggest you leave,” you interrupt coldly. How stupid were you? Of course she would only speak to you when it concerned Johnny. “Johnny is on his way to meet me, and I doubt you’d like to see him face to face again.”

You climb up your ladder once again, and even though you’re browsing through the books, you can tell that the concern on Yeri’s face is genuine and it makes you more curious than scared. What grudge did the Red Velvet Coven of Witches have against NCT?

Yeri leaves after a few seconds of shaking her head at your stubborn nature, but you stay in your position, waiting for your mate to arrive. But day transitions to night, and Johnny Seo is nowhere to be found.

The library closes at 7 and you must look like an idiot, insisting that you’re waiting for someone and that he’d be there any minute. In the end, you’re forced outside and into the cold, but still, you persevere, sitting on the cold library steps. It’s chilly outside and you forgot a coat, but you can’t leave until he arrives and you get an explanation…

Shock rises through your body when a coat is dropped onto your shoulders, but the hope blossoming in your chest is flattened like a garden weed when you peer up and see Yeri looking down at you pitifully.

“We gotta get you home, _____.”

“He never skips out,” you croak, hugging the coat closer to yourself. But suddenly the realisation is more noticeable than ever and you feel your eyes prick with tears. “W-why would he skip out on me?”

She says nothing, and only offers you a warm hand up.

•••

The symptoms come in slowly, almost unnoticeable. With every day that Johnny remains missing from your life, your condition worsens; at first, you begin to get headaches. Then, random pangs of pain throughout your body. Your eyesight goes fuzzy for random intervals of time, after, and dizziness follows.

You know that you’re not the only person experiencing the symptoms. Johnny must be feeling something — so why wasn’t he coming back to you? Had something happened? Or maybe — maybe he just regretted you…

Your ribs begin to ache. Every morning and night you throw up what little food you managed to digest during the last 24 hours, and you constantly feel nauseous. You began to see him everywhere — you began to hear his voice, and you could almost feel his thumb against your cheek, rubbing circles into your skin fondly as he normally did.

You’ve called out sick from work for the past 2 weeks, and you were sure your unemployment was imminent — and it was hard nowadays to find a job. And when you think it can’t get worse, it does — oh, it does.

Another scream is ripped from your throat as a sharp pain strikes your stomach like a lightning bolt. Your body is sweaty and tired, your head is pounding and tears are running nonstop down your face. The pain is unreal, but you’re glad that you’re not alone.

“It hurts, it hurts,” you gasp between breaths, clutching your stomach desperately. Yeri is brushing damp hair away from your face frantically, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy as you writhe in pain.

Since that day at the library, she had managed to worm herself back into your life, offering emotional support — and, when the pain began sneaking up on you — physical support, too.

You were completely in her debt for the friendship and care and support she had provided for you in your time of need. You could barely walk without collapsing but she was always quick to pick you up despite warning you to stay away from the man who caused this — she told you that you’d get hurt.

You never knew why she decided to stick around despite your blatant disobedience to her extremely important instructions, but you wouldn’t trade her for anything.

At first, she didn’t realise that your sickness was occuring because of the mate bond — but the second that she took out her spellbooks and researched your symptoms, she knew. Sympathy had filled her features, because she knew what pain was to come if Johnny didn’t come back to you. She had pet your hair fondly, voice thick with tears as she whispered, “Oh, sweetie.”

Needless to say, you had bonded with her in between the intervals of spine-breaking pain and tortuous breathlessness.

She had proposed that instead of you breaking your back trying to find Johnny, her coven sisters would search around the places he frequented at — because Johnny would surely smell you coming, and he’d be gone like the wind.

You pretended that the thought of seeing him, despite the pain he’d caused, didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

A choked whimper fills the air, your back arches off of your mattress and you have to restrain yourself from digging your fingernails into your ribcage in an attempt to stop the pain crackling through your lungs like a dozen sharp knives.

“Please,” you sob, “S-stop the pain… Please, Yeri—”

“Wendy is trying to find him, _____,” Yeri nods frantically, taking your hands in hers, “It’s okay, alright? Your body is just reacting to not being near him for so long — you’re gonna be fine, do you hear me?”

Her words do nothing to soothe the anxiety that wells up inside you as you feel the beginning of another wave of powerful pain — but this one is much more intense and scream-inducing than the other ones, and your body has grown weak and frail from hours of trying to not succumb to the excruciating sensations—

The last thing you hear is a panicked gasp as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your vision blackens.

•••

The first feeling you’re aware of is the strange numbness of pain — as if everything you had been feeling had been doused in antibiotics and ointments that were only taking effect now.

The second feeling is warmth. There’s a heaviness over the majority of your body that you identify as your duvet, and a general warmth that you figure must be the sun shining through your window, but the more prominent source comes from something beside you — something breathing, something holding you close.

It’s that realisation that has your eyes fluttering opening, trying to adjust to the light in record time just to make sure that the person beside you is the person you’ve been longing for. And sure enough, when you stir and peer through your lashes at the man beside you, you’re faced with the familiar coffee eyes of Johnny Seo.

“Baby,” he smiles gently, adjusting you so that you faced him properly despite your expression of tired confusion. “How’re you feeling?”

“How… how am I feeling?” You croak, clearing out your throat with a cough. He nods expectantly, eyes almost urging you to speak, and the sheer concern in his eyes makes you laugh humorlessly. “I… I feel horrible.”

“The pain should be going down by now—”

“You left me,” you start, voice shaking with anger, “After explaining to me how severe the consequences of leaving your mate could be — you left me? You knew what I was going through but Yeri had to get her sisters to hunt you down—!”

“You don’t understand, doll—”

“Yeah, damn right I don’t,” you scoff, pulling yourself from his embrace and slipping from the sanctuary of your bed. You pull the dressing gown from your wardrobe, muttering to yourself furiously as you tie it around your waist — “And don’t call me doll, either.”

“Come on,” Johnny pleads, watching as you begin to fish for a hair tie on the messy surface of your vanity, “Don’t be like this, sweetcheeks—”

“Unless you have a perfectly good reason for why you left me out of the blue, Johnny Seo,” you narrow your eyes, “I’m going to continue being like this.” You turn your back to him and begin to focus on tying your hair up.

“I went to the library that day, you know.”

“Well, did I see you? No.”

“I heard you and Yeri, alright?” Johnny snaps.

You slow your actions, turning towards him slightly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“It got me thinking,” he mutters, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. He only exhales softly, climbing out of your bed and circling around it until he stands in front you. “I don’t want to hurt you, _____.”

“Hurt me?” You echo in disbelief, folding your arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Johnny. I know that. I’m not scared of you or what you can do—”

“You should be.” His jaw is clenched, and in the next second, before your very eyes, you’re pushed away from your vanity and are pressed against the opposite wall — and despite his actions, he’s extremely careful with pushing you against the wall too hard.

He’s breathing heavily, and with a start you realise that two shiny, gleaming white fangs are pressed into his bottom lip. Despite the fact that he’s so close, fangs inches from your jugular, you don’t feel nervous.

“Scream. Run. Cry — say you hate me—”

“I’m not going to do that!” You exclaim. In fact, you don’t think you could ever do that. Even thinking of the words forming on the tip of your tongue left a sour taste in your mouth. “You want me to hate you but I won’t — I never have and I never will!”

Silence reigns over the room for the next moment, before he pushes himself away from you with a grunt, running his hands through his messy locks.

“I don’t know where this doubt is coming from,” you frown, easing closer towards him, “But you have nothing to worry about…”

You place your hands hesitantly on his triceps, and taking his silence as approval, you encase him in a hug, letting his chin rest softly on the top of your head.

“I trust you,” you whisper, pulling back to meet his overcast eyes. “Can’t you trust me and listen to what I’m saying?”

He holds your gaze for more than a while, his eyebrows are knitted together and he looks like he’s thinking much too hard about your statement, until he sighs and takes your hands in his.

“If you want to leave me, tell me now,” he begins quietly. Your heart sinks at the pure seriousness in his voice. It’s a tone you’re not too familiar with. “I’ll reject you, you can live a normal, full, human life.”

“You told me just a few weeks ago vampires mate for life,” you shake your head, your right hand pressing against the back of his neck to draw him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”

You swear you hear him sniffle a bit but he’s pressing his lips to yours before you can point it out, and the warmth that wells in your stomach is welcomed after the pain you had been living in for the passed day.

Balor (Finn Balor Imagine)

Finn Balor x Reader
Warning: SMUT. Rough sex. Dom/sub (kind of). Hair pulling. Biting. Spanking.
A/N:  Once I started it really took off and I’m so happy with it. For @lclb13
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~2400 words

Y/N is the newest interviewer at WWE. She walks in on Finn changing and ends up meeting Balor.

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anonymous asked:

hello, it is for a drabble. jungkook x reader, 53. (:

Genre : Drabble, #53 “Take off your shirt.” so much fluff u cant even deal boi

Characters : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Word Count : 1650

A/N: @jungk0oksthighs​ im sorry for ruining u, also @ the anon I hope u enjoy this!

DRABBLE FROM THIS POST // REQUESTS OPEN

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xphxntrxshx  asked:

could you write a fic where jughead and betty are about to have their first time but they keep bumping into things or get their clothes stuck or bumped heads by accident but then laugh it off thank youuu

Sure, let’s give it a go.
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She had shoved him back into the bed, his knees hitting the edge as he collapsed on top of it, quickly grabbing Betty by the waist and pulling her down with him. He instantly flipped them over, hovering over Betty and pressing his lips to hers. He heard her sigh softly underneath him and he smiled into the kiss.

“I missed you this week.” He mumbled into her neck, burying his nose in her hair. He felt her nod as she ran her fingers through his wavy locks.

“I missed you too, never go on another road trip with Archie without me okay?” He pulled away and met her eyes. “Deal.” He smiled.

Suddenly something in her bright green eyes changed, her pupils got darker and her hands slid up his back “my parents aren’t home.” She whispered. Jugheads eyes widened and he took a shakey breathe “oh yeah?” Her hands slid underneath his shirt, her cool fingers sending firey shivers up his spine. “Yeah.” She breathed out.

Suddenly he had her propped up on his lap and she squealed before he covered her mouth with his. Instantly she tugged on the bottom of his shirt, her rings getting caught on the hem. She pulled away “oh, umm juggie? A little help.” He looked down at the jewelry stuck in his t-shirt and laughed, “maybe leave the undressing to me,” she rolled her eyes as he untangled her fingers and pulled his t-shirt off. Reaching for the bottom of hers, he pulled it slowly, ready to see her most definitely lacy bra and smooth tan skin, unfortunately her t-shirt got stuck on her ponytail and he was practically strangling her.
“Leave the undressing to me he says” her words were muffled by the shirt covering her face. Gently prying her free he smirked.

His fingers played with the outline of her white lace bra and ran smoothly down her toned firm stomach. He was in heaven, she was the epitome of an angel and he caught himself wondering how he got this lucky. “Take it off” the three words broke him from his thoughts and he looked up to see a panting Betty staring him down with glazed eyes “you can take it off” he knew what she meant and he reached around her back skimming his fingers over the vast area, instantly his nimble fingers began working on the bra. Unfortunately for him, this wasn’t something he was quite skilled in and he didn’t understand what the clips were connected too.

Betty giggled “I’ve got this one Casanova” her hands went behind her back and in an instant her bra snapped free, the straps hanging down her shoulders. “It takes practice, I’ll get better” he assured her, slowly removing the lacy material. He had never been interested in a woman’s body, it wasn’t something he fantasized about like Archie or Reggie, but now, seeing the work of art that was Betty coopers bare chest, he completely understood. She was magnificent. Beautiful in every sense of the word.

Her hands moved to his shoulders and his moved to her chest, she whimpered at the contact and he couldn’t contain himself, he launched himself at her. Attacking her mouth with his, he ran his hands over her bare thighs underneath her skirt.

She moved to unzip his pants, but the zipper got stuck “what?.. what is going on today!” She exclaimed. He laughed and undid his belt causing Betty to blush scarlet. “Looks like we both have a lot to learn.” He said dipping his head back into her chest. She moaned softly pulling his pants all the way down and leaving him in his boxers. Were they really going to do this? She wanted too more than anything and by the looks of it Jughead wanted this as well. They were both ready, so what was stopping them? Suddenly the sound of a car horn knocked her out of her thoughts causing the pair to jump up and slam foreheads, a familiar voice rang from below her window

“Hey Betty! Is Jughead over? I’ve been calling his phone all day, let me drop my football stuff off and I’ll head over! See you in a couple minutes.” Archies voice trailed as he headed back into his house.

Betty looked apologetically at Jughead and he just smiled, shaking his head and pulling his pants up.

“Archie Andrews, what a best friend” he rolled his eyes.

Betty smiled adjusting her bra and sliding her tshirt back on, she leaned up and pressed a slow kiss to the side of Jugheads mouth

“To be continued.” She winked

Infatuation (pt12)

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

““You heard me.” He dipped his head into the crevice of my neck, placing a gentle kiss against the smooth skin. The furious burn of my blush reddened the tips of my ears and warmed the back of my neck. I could feel Taehyung’s lips twisting into a smirk as he hovered over my collarbones.”


A/N - Just a slight warning for those of you who don’t like smut ~ I tried to make it as fluffy as i possibly could, and avoided getting to graphic, so I hope you can make it through ~

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 3167 

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