or at least its the one i listen to more frequently

Whipped Cream (Jungkook smut)

Originally posted by nnochu

Description: Jungkook is your roommate. Among other things, his habit for baking shirtless made it… ‘difficult’ to live with him.

Themes: Smut, baker, collage, roommate au

This fic contains: Smut, adult content, food play, arguing, drinking, mentions of threesomes, swearing

Characters: Jungkook x You, Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung

words: 7.5k

For this fic I used inspirations of food play and the roommate au from two anons <3

A/N: I refused to come back from my hiatus until I had something for my lovely and patient followers <3 (also, I was keen to come back so i’ll edit this and fix mistakes later)

@chanyeolingss, @jn-jngkk, @sugaspen <3

It wasn’t necessarily the pile of dishes or the trail of clothes that seemed to almost constantly hover around Jungkook like he was some annoying ass Avatar or something that got you so mad. It wasn’t the thick fragrance of his cologne or body wash that drifted through the open plan of your shared apartment every morning, or the smell of his musky sweat when he returned home from his evening jog, or from when he emerges from his room- having clearly just having a ‘fucking mind blowing’ wank. It wasn’t the soft melodies, or exciting electronic beats that flooded from his open window and into yours, nor his big and copious amounts of jackets and coats that made it nearly impossible to get your own fucking clothes from the rack next to the front door. Your frequent burning irritation had nothing to do with his presence, with the evidence of his existence in your apartment and life; it was with the man behind it all. It was with him. With fucking Jeon Jungkook. Ok, and maybe it was also for his fucking annoying baking habits. Did he really need to bring that shit home? Didn’t he get sick of it at work?

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Jealousy Games 01

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride. 

Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 8.4k

Warnings: breath play, dom!Jimin, lots and lots of filth.

A/N: This is chapter one of… well, I don’t know. @ellieljade and I just keep brainstorming more and more for this sucker. To the point of us joking about finishing this when we’re in our 90′s….. Anyway. I hope you enjoy. I’ll be working on part two for Room for Dessert and The Guest House soon.

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it’s always sunny seasons rated by macdennis content

Season 1: the first time we meet these codependent losers. episode 1 has the tequila scene. Gun Fever has them joined at the hip for the entire duration. mac calls dennis “den” steadily throughout. need i say more? 6/10. 

Season 2: sparse. they wear matching tracksuits, they crash a car together, but at the end of the day, mac bangs dennis’ mom. 4/10.

Season 3: mac pretends to blow dennis in a dance competition. mac saves dennis from prostitution. mac tells dennis he loves him. 8/10. 

Season 4: birthplace of the homoerotic nightmare that is Mac and Dennis: Manhunters. also home to such classics as mac waking dennis up with a gentle nose boop, the revelation that dennis listens to all of mac’s phone calls, and the hand-holding at the end of The Nightman Cometh that nobody asked for. 7/10.

Season 5: unbelievable. there’s no pointing listing anything here, because i’d be describing the entire season word for word. they’re banging the whole way through and if you cant see that i feel sorry for you. 10/10.

Season 6: dennis’ hair is too short in this season. nevertheless they buy a boat together, argue over matching halloween costumes, and break up dennis’ marriage to a woman by having a drunken sleepover. 6/10.

Season 7: mac and dennis care for and support each other by sharing chimichangas and plotting to do crack together in tommy bahama shirts. also, the word “macdennis” appears in canon for the first time. a truly blessed event. 5/10.

Season 8: starts off slow, but by episode 5, this season blossoms into a truly beautiful viewing experience. one word: Guiginos. 7/10.

Season 9: the promos for this season alone warrant at least a 7/10. mac fantasises about dennis screaming and crying “i love you” over his lifeless body. Chicago’s “You’re The Inspiration” will haunt me forever. 8/10. 

Season 10: another fairly sparse season. however, we do learn that mac and dennis jack off together, so that’s got to count for something. 5/10.

Season 11: two (almost) 40 year old men, so inseparable that the idea of living apart doesn’t even occur to them, move into a suburban family home together. it turns out to be a nightmare, but these things happen. bonus: dennis’ steadying hand on mac’s hip on the cruise ship. beautiful. 7/10.

Season 12: mac is officially an out gay man! dennis frequently claims he hates mac throughout, but still has to hold back tears when he’s given the rpg. i don’t want to talk about it. 9/10.

This Weapon is Your Life

“This weapon is your life,” is a statement that, I believe, gets a lot of unwarranted criticism and is frequently misunderstood, particularly amongst the Western, Star Wars fandom. The general opinion that I have found on the subject is that it indicates that the Jedi are teaching people to think of themselves as weapons, and/or that it shows hypocrisy as Jedi are supposed to discourage “possession,” and/or that saying a weapon is your life, encourages or advocates violence. I am here as an apologist for that phrase, because for the reasons indicated below, I think that that phrase is awesome.

What one must first understand is that George Lucas took a lot of inspiration for Star Wars from eastern sources, Japan in particular. Darth Vader’s mask was based upon the Samurai mask, C-3P0 and R2-D2 were inspired by a Japanese movie told from the perspective of two slaves who are caught up in the conflict going around them, and the Sith and the Jedi were inspired by the notion of rival Samurai clans. As such, I feel the lightsabre, its value, its treatment, and its symbolism come from Bushido, the Samurai code, and the katana.

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Viktor owns a dacha that he inherited from his family that’s way out in the middle of Butt Fuck, Russia on the shore of a lake the name of which Yuuri cannot pronounce. 

Yuuri finds out about the dacha because the key to the place is an actual skeleton key and Yuuri asked about it while holding Viktor’s keys for him one day.

“Oh, that’s just the dacha,” Viktor took the key and spun it around in his fingers, contemplative. “I haven’t been there in years, not since the deed was put in my name. Maybe I’ll take you there someday.”

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Seems to be a lot of hatred for “Rocknaldo” online immediately after its air date. Some people are just pissed that a CN promo made them think we’d be meeting a new Gem instead of watching Ronaldo choose a Gem nickname (I didn’t believe we’d be getting a new Gem for a second, given the style of the tease). But most of it’s just Ronaldo hate in general. Ronaldo’s a jerk, etc. Well yeah. He’s a jerk.

But here’s why I think this episode is important. Not Ronaldo’s redemption / apology / stating outright that he was wrong, though that’s good too. Not Steven giving chances to people for trying to understand, though again that’s good too. It’s important because in a simplified way, this brought to light how people who claim to want to understand us and help us can frequently engage in self-serving, counterproductive behavior.

I can’t even count the times in my life that someone “interested in” one of the several marginalized communities I’m part of has committed to a poorly organized, cursory study of my outsider group and then confronted me with claims that they understand what I should be doing better than I do. This is how I should handle my activism. This is the way I should prioritize my goals. This is a behavior or perspective of mine that’s alienating “normal” people like them. They accuse us of hypocrisy or misguidedness because they think it isn’t working if it’s not designed to serve and center them, and then they claim they have a better grasp of my mission than I do.

But this is my whole life. These are our whole lives.

Perspectives from outside are usually welcome, but not at the expense of ours. Not in place of and prioritized over lived experience. They should be learning from us, not striding in and telling us as an ally, they know better than we do what would forward our cause and what would bring us all together for good. Ronaldo in this episode is the worst kind of false ally. He came into Steven’s life with a so-called interest in what the Crystal Gems do, but applied his own ideas of what they’re like:

  • Expecting to be “issued” a Gem
  • Telling Steven he should be proud and show off his Gemstone even though he had misgivings about it
  • Focusing on how “cool” he sounded with his new label
  • Challenging more established members as to whether they really belonged there
  • Explicitly accusing established members of having false and invalid reasons for being included
  • Forcing himself to conform to imagined standards of the group even though they weren’t natural for him (not sleeping), then bragging about how Real Crystal Gem it made him
  • Responding to challenges by telling an established member that HE needed to go think about his validity to the group

These are all fake ally techniques most of us have seen with people who aren’t REALLY here about forwarding the cause. They give it a cursory study (if that), they slap a star on their shirt and use a new name, and they seek to climb the ranks of legitimacy by knocking down people “above” them who have done their time. Are you sure you really care about this mission? Don’t I seem to have a considered opinion because I’m being critical? Aren’t you really being the hypocrites by claiming you want to help and protect humanity but not accepting ME as I twist your mission statement to fit my agenda? The agenda, of course, just like with Ronaldo, is making THEM feel good. 

If they truly understood, they would apprentice themselves to those for whom THIS IS THEIR WHOLE LIFE, and they would listen FAR more than they would talk. This is not only a way to offer respect and deference to their expertise; it is EFFECTIVE. It is the best way to get an education about what actually helps in a cause. Your ideas may be valuable and your questions are worth asking, but as a person who is perhaps trying to enter a movement alongside those whose very lives are consumed by it, you must listen hard, and listen first. 

Ronaldo still doesn’t totally get it at the end. He thinks the real problem is he’s just too much of an outsider, even for outsiders. At least he’s closer to the truth now and isn’t actively spreading harmful lies, but well-meaning allies who don’t listen can still be more hurt than help. He seems happy emphasizing the imagined mystique that comes with being the “ultimate outsider,” but really, he’s a person who wants a cause more than he actually cares about any causes. 

The Ronaldos of this world want to have done but don’t want to do. They want to skip to the part where they’re the hero of the battle, but not have to be humbled by the long hours and days of injuries, practice, concentration, and dedication. They want glory, and they have the mainstream perspective that they must be aggressive, confident, and competitive against others on their same side before they’ll come out on top. If you are an outsider to a movement and you truly want to be an ally, you must know why. Ronaldo couldn’t have answered the first question about what the Crystal Gems fight for. He never demonstrated that he could be trusted with the answer, though Steven was tolerant enough to keep giving him the benefit of the doubt.

A good lesson I took from this episode is this: If a Ronaldo is trying to infiltrate your inner circle and he’s already billing himself as an expert above people with more life experience, keep in mind that he is there to make everything about your movement conform to an ideology that serves HIM, and if necessary he will warp it and turn it against the people who are living it. And even if you’re part of a movement but have some similarities to Ronaldo—like Steven sharing Ronaldo’s experience of having an organic body and not being trusted on missions at first—don’t let a superficial similarity be misinterpreted as a substitute for authentic lived experience on the axis you’re examining here. 

Invite new allies slowly, with caution, the way Steven and later the other Gems began to welcome Connie into the fold after she demonstrated solidarity, respect, and patience. If they show up on your doorstep with a suitcase and they’re asking why THEY don’t get your mother’s sword within a day, that is a red flag. They will divide and damage your core team in search of personal glory, and if you can’t get them to curb this behavior and sit down, you may have to turn them away for your own safety. Don’t let them take the glory from you, and if you do that, they will find a “better” cause that serves their REAL agenda soon enough.

{PART 11} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook opens up to you more about his family - while keeping your attention off the elephant in the room. However, the rosy feeling doesn’t last long when Jungkook drops you home to your apartment.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1}// {Part 10} {Part 11} {Part 12}

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Petname Babygirl II pt. 4

Yoongi x reader, Jimin

genre: smut, angst, dom!yoongi

word count: 10k

After having sex with Yoongi in the middle of the living room you are faced with some attractive stranger, who turns out to be your boss’ brother.

He hovered over you, his grey hair tickling your neck as he peppered kisses from your collarbones up to your jaw, leaving small wet spots in the shape of his lips the way up. Between your legs you felt his length buried deep inside you, making you feel one climax after the other. Yoongi was an amazing lover that night, fulfilling all your hidden desires, pleasuring you for hours with his tongue ere he thrust into you, his cock touching all the sweet spots. You could feel the high coursing through your lower body, the next wave of pleasure making you tremble.

“You’re so perfect, baby girl”, a quiet whisper reached your ears, Yoongi’s hands caressing your sides before he cupped your face.

Your heart fluttered, his face got so close to yours that you thought he would kiss you with his pink lips. And so he did. He delicately kissed you, soft, warm lips pressed on yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip while he slowly moved his hips, riding out your orgasm. The sensation got so intensive that you just wrapped your legs around him, screaming his name while he passionately kissed you through your climax until he pulled away, a sweet smile on his face.

“Yoongi, c-come here”, you whined opening your arms to let him in. He obeyed, leaning down to press his pretty mouth on yours again..

..as a loud noise woke you up. The sound of a shutting door, closed with a hit filled the apartment as you tiredly stretched yourself, eyes rubbing before you glanced at the place next to you. It was empty and so were your memories from your dream.

Yoongi walked down the large lobby of the hotel you resided in for the trip abroad. He had business to attend with ensuing in meeting his brother for a talk. To be honest, he much rather wanted to spend the last day of the trip with you tied up, naked and willing on the king sized bed upstairs, but work was more important.

Unfortunately he fell asleep as soon as his body got in contact with the fresh sheets and the soft mattress of the master bedroom. How horny he was after seeing you in the dress he bought, freshly showered with those pink lips. He wanted to rip it off the moment you stepped in on him, but the dinner had to be done first. After teasing you, he decided that after coming back home, it would be a move he would do more often, in some meetings or in his office, your face so red and telling everyone what you felt aroused him, made him play with the might he had over you. He liked that about you, the honesty and the will to always be ready for him. As he thought about the evening before yesterday he felt his dick inflating, the marks he peppered your skin in, the bruises of his bites were such a turn on for him. How you looked after the night, so deliciously marked as his. And this you were, his.

Never had Yoongi thought that your resume would lay on his desk a few weeks after hooking up with you. The night haunted him for months, in a positive way and after receiving the letter of your application he knew that he had to hire you. Not only because of your past together, but because of your good degrees, of course, so he convinced himself. And right then the night of the company dinner was such a blur for him, not realising how he asked you to be his toy, paying you for your company in his bedroom, only pleasuring him for the next months. To his surprise did you agree, making him far too happy, finally getting laid as he wanted, by command, on his saying wherever he wanted you. The fact that he had to spend his money for this purpose didn’t matter, he had enough of it. And who needed feelings anyway?

The common feelings of loving someone, romantic coition and marriage were things Yoongi never experienced and never even wanted to. Neither his parents nor any other relatives pictured an ideal family life, as to why he and his brother grew up with no places for such emotions. His childhood was coined by him and his brother caring for each other, not his mother or his father as they were always busy with their businesses. Therefore a housemaid cared for them, but as he grew older he took care of his brother, them both never leaving each others sides. Even now they held steady contact, Yoongi making him the chairman of the partner company he signed contracts with. He was the only person he had feelings for, compassion, love and pain contorted in his heart every time he thought about his younger sibling.

All the thoughts about his childhood and the small glimpse in his head disappeared as he got in the parked car in front of the hotel’s entrance. Yoongi had to concentrate on his work now and not on you or his past. He was busy, as always, typing with fast fingers into the keyboard of his laptop to finish the cases which should be done, his chauffeur driving him to the meeting ere he drove himself, before he stepped into the meeting room.

It went by smoothly, to his advantage and with more money on his bank account than he imaged as he discussed the new program the combined groups would participate in. It was a success, he felt it in his bones as he drove the way to his brother’s home.

“Min Yoongi!”, a familiar dark voice greeted him, the bright smile he knew all too well contouring the younger man’s face. Yoongi was pulled into a short embrace ere his brother made him place to come into his large home.

“How is business going, Jimin?”, he asked him, taking off the black coat and following the only part of his family he loved into the living room. “I praised you a lot, so don’t disappoint me.”

“I’m fine. It’s not as difficult as I thought it would be, to be honest. Just my free time is cut so short, I don’t even get to fuck around as I used to”, Jimin complained, a sad expression tracing his pretty face.

Yoongi knew exactly what he was talking about. His work and the late nights when he got home after midnight everyday were the reasons it gave you. Sometimes Yoongi hated his job, but it was everything he lived for right now, so he was more content by his situation as time passed. That his playful, playboy brother had no time to sleep around anymore made him chuckle. If he knew that his Hyung got laid frequently would made him furious.

“I told you, no games if you work as hard as I am”, Yoongi sat down on the couch, crossing his legs as he leaned back with his arms around the rest.

Jimin agreed, plopping down next to Yoongi, a thoughtful expression on his face. A short while the brothers just sat in silence, both left in their own thoughts.

“Yoongi”, Jimin began to speak, his voice laced in fearful anticipation. “I decided to come home.”

Silence. Yoongi’s eyes got wide, his pink mouth agape as he processed what he heard. Jimin wanted to come home? Home, in his house? Home, back to where they lived together? Home as in living with Yoongi or home, living alone separated, but in the same city? Several thoughts filled Yoongi’s mind, but before he could sort the things his brother’s voice filled the room again.

“I want to be the chairman of my company in my home town. I want to be a reliable boss my employees are proud of, just as you are”, Jimin fidgeted with his hands, tugging nervously at the hem of his shirt. “And I will be able to learn from the best if I start anew by your side, Yoongi. So, I hoped you would say yes, because I already sent my belongings to your apartment yesterday.”

Jimin really wanted to stay with him again. Happiness flooded Yoongi as he listened to his little brother. It was a five years ago that Jimin was sent by his brother to study abroad, forgetting the dumb ideas a teenager had, to become a professional business man which was able to work at his side. And right now he felt that Jimin finally was old enough to take the responsibility of being a chairman of the partner firm of his.

“You could’ve informed me at least”, was everything Yoongi said, the huge smile on his pale face already saying enough. Without warning he smacked his hand down on Jimin’s knee, biting his bottom lip. “I look forward to shoo you around if you work with me.”

“Don’t even think about it!”, Jimin warned his older brother, a smirk turning his plump lips upwards. It was the reaction Jimin expected from him and he was so eager to stay with him again, working side by side.

Yoongi grinned, he had plans with his brother, that he could bet. But at first he wanted to celebrate with him if he was back home right away.

“Let me tell you one thing. No excessive parties, no drugs anymore and no orgies”, Yoongi reprimanded, remembering the last years before Jimin was sent abroad. His younger brother was a rebel, always drunk and on drugs, girls flying on him while throwing rampant parties in Yoongi’s apartment. After his parents have kicked him out to free his mind from his rebellious ideas, he found shelter in Yoongi’s home. He had seen him in his worst days, fucking several girls at once, making a mess out of everything he laid hands on. But after sending him away, Jimin felt hatred towards his older brother, only time made him realize how wrong his previous actions were. And right now, both of them were more than sure that peace finally found its way inside their shared rooms.

Jimin rolled his eyes, nudging Yoongi in his side. “I changed. As I told you, even if I wanted to, I don’t have time for nearly anything fun and trust me, I settled down. Well, at least I’m not as rebellious as I was before”, he winked, his crooked front tooth showing as he smiled.

Yoongi and Jimin laughed ere they discussed which date he would move in, at the latest two weeks from now on, while Jimin brought them some water and snacks. They talked for a long time about this theme and about the upcoming business issues they had to deal with as both were now business partners and CEOs of their combined companies. Yoongi felt as if he was the king of the world as the information slowly sank in, contouring his face into a durable grin.

“Ah, before I forget. What have you done yesterday? After meeting up with me”, Jimin took his glass and took a sip of his water, never letting his brother go with his eyes after asking him. Oh, he wasn’t dumb. After saying his farewells he forgot to tell Yoongi that he had shipped his belongings back home, but ere he got the chance he saw his brother walking casually into a café, a young woman waiting for him. And by his own name, he bet that they weren’t just acquaintances, his brother checking her out so bluntly wasn’t his usual behaviour. Curious he waited for Yoongi to answer.

“I had an important dinner at night, I told you”, Yoongi furrowed his brows, not understanding the stupid question. Jimin knew that he was attending the dinner, as he was invited himself.

“Is that so? And what about before? Got some meetings, alone?”

Yoongi sighed. “Jimin, I told you, after meeting up I had to work right away before dinner started. And now stop it”, he was annoyed.

The grey thatch of Jimins just nodded, dropping his glass on the wooden coffee table in front of him before he began anew. This time going another way for his brother to understand. “I totally forget! Yoongi, you won’t believe me even if I say it now. Yesterday we walked past a small coffee shop, and I might’ve seen my dream girl.”

Yoongi laughed out loud, as if Jimin would fall in love at first sight with someone. It was so ridiculous he had to hold his stomach as his laughter sounded through the living room.

“She wore such a cute white blouse, her hair tied up into a ponytail while a navy scarf was placed around her neck”, Jimin hummed, cocking a brow up as Yoongi realised who he was talking about. His laughter stuck in his throat he grabbed his own glass in fast movements to hide the fact that his brother had caught him. He did as if he didn’t know what his younger brother was talking about while casually nipping on his glass, avoiding Jimin’s glances. The only thing he wasn’t allowed to know was that he played the role of a sugar daddy. Jimin had always suggested that Yoongi should find someone to satisfy his manly needs in return for his money, but had denied the idea several times, until now. Therefore he acted oblivious to his brothers apparent hints.

Jimin looked at his older sibling, a knowing smirk across his face as he patted Yoongi’s knee. “Everything’s alright?”

Yoongi only nodded, the simplest of replies laying on his tongue. “You might have seen me with her, right?”

“I knew it! Yoongi, is she your girlfriend? Or plaything?”, Jimin’s eyes were wide, the smirk growing at his brothers admission. “She was definitely hot, boy, she looked so fucking good.”

“Can you shut up?”, Yoongi furrowed his brows again, reprimanding his brother at his accusations. “She is my damn employee who accompanied me on this fucking business trip, nothing more you dork.”

The younger one’s mouth stood agape, his brows pulled back down in deep concentration. Was he lying? Or was she really just his employee? Jimin thought about the possibilities and came to the equation to wait for when he was back home, to see with his own eyes.

“Can we drop this theme?”

“Sure thing. But even though, she looks gorgeous. If I would be her boss I would fuck her right away, man”, Jimin added before he held his hands up, Yoongi gabbing a cushion to throw it at his little brother. Younger siblings could be annoying, but even though he could only think about him moving back, the fact plastering a small smile to his lips.

Just then Yoongi noticed the time. It was past five already and he had so many plans for you and him that he jumped off of the couch, leaving a confused Jimin behind as he rushed to the front door.

“Call me before your flight lands the next days”, Yoongi waved back, walking with long steps out of the door while Jimin just stood up, shaking his head in disbelief at his freakishly rushed departure.

Yoongi cursed himself as he drove past the speed limit back to the hotel. God, how could he forget the fucking time? He groaned, driving through the gates of the hotel complex before he parked the car straight in front of the entrance, throwing the car’s key to one hotel employee with the words ‘One scratch and you’re dead’ ere he hurried to the elevator.

He knew that the next weeks would be traced with stress, meetings and mostly late night sessions at his work, no frequent sex ahead, as he wanted to relax the day, fucking your brain out, but it was almost six now and in twelve hours your flight back would depart. After the ruined night, because his body gave in and he was deep asleep before you two could fuck with each other, did he want to compensate it this day. Well, now it was time to catch up the lost hours.

By the time you looked at the clock you saw that it was already six as you woke up from a long nap on the sofa, the broadcast filling the empty room with some noises. This day was so utterly boring for you. In the morning you went downstairs to eat breakfast by yourself, wondering where Yoongi went so early. After that you took a long bath, exchanging some messages with Ana and a friend back in your home town, waiting for your boss to return. Then you put on a bathrobe laying across the couch to watch some TV, but after it turned four you decided to close your eyes again, drifting into a nap. And now you contemplated to call Yoongi to make sure if everything was alright.

The moment you pressed the calling button on your phone, you heard the door of your apartment open, a heavy breathing Yoongi standing in its way.

“Why the hell did you leave-”

“Strip off that fucking bathrobe”, his voice was dark, lust pooling deep in it.

You hesitated for a short moment ere you jumped up, pealing out of your only piece of cloth. He was so dominant as he pulled the coat off, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards you, eyes laying on your now naked appearance which turned you on. You never knew that the dominant kink was yours, but with Yoongi it was the hottest thing you’ve ever done.

“Why are you just standing there? Move that body of yours, baby girl”, it was a growl, his eyes dark with lust as you rushed and touched his now naked shoulders, his shirt falling to the ground. Your mouth found his pale, warm skin immediately, kissing his bare chest while looking at him. It was way too fast after waking up, to have sex without warning and that’s why you felt a little dizzy to which Yoongi pushed you back, taking your hand to head for the couch. He plopped down and pushed you down right away, positioning you close to his clothes member.

“Be a good girl and suck me off”, he commanded, opening his belt for you as you knelt down in front of his pants. “What’s wrong? Cats got your tongue?”

“No..I mean I will, Mr. Min”, you shuttered, hands tracing from his soft stomach down to the hem of his suit pants, his semi-hard dick outlining them.

“I told you, I want answers if I ask you something”, he sounded angry, his fist enclosing in your open hair, pulling your head up till you were forced to look at his face.

“Y-yes”, was all you could speak as his hand hurt you. But before you could protest he let loose, crossing his arms as he waited for you to continue what he demanded.

Therefore you pulled down his pants and boxers, his cock laying semi-hard for your display. You removed his pants completely ere you kissed your way from his knees to his thighs, massaging them while the wet path lined further up. His down-low area was wet with your tongue in no time, his smell reaching your nostrils to which you felt a tingle in your own core, his dominant aura doing wonders on your sexual orientation. The man above you drove you crazy, made you submissive, but it was so arousing to be pushed around by him. It wasn’t degrading, it was a play between him and you in which you had the role to pleasure him whenever he wanted it.

By the time you reached down to lay your tongue flat against his cock, the soft skin stretching under your touch ere you took him in your mouth, feeling how he got erect and bigger in your wet hole. He tasted bitter as he grew while your hands started to dig into his skin, making him feel good with a relaxing massage around his hips, thighs down his calves. At the same time you opened your mouth to let him out, licking your way up to his shaft, slowly, locking eyes with his which were narrowed, the light which lighted his back turning his chest in darkness, wherefore you couldn’t really see the expressions on his pale face. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to tease, but you wanted to find out as you peppered his dick in small, sweet kisses, kitten licks completing the way up again. Then you straightened your back, deepened down onto his dick ere he was as deep as the first move let you to. The first gag was swallowed by his low grunt as to why you began to bob your head up and down, wetting his dick in your saliva. Yoongi let out hisses and grunts, but no moans as your hands tardily traced up to his balls, tugging softly at them while your mouth worked on his now hard member.

“I’m so proud to have a slut all for myself, baby girl”, Yoongi growled, a smirk plastered on his lips as he placed his hands next to his body, his fists enclosing around the couch’s fabric at the sensation your mouth made him feel.

You smiled into your movement, tongue circling around his dick in you. The taste of his pre cum was salty as you swallowed hard, not wanting your saliva to flow down again. Your hands lost contact to his balls as you moved back, his dick falling right into your grip. In a steady motion you moved your hands around his coated dick, face unbelievably close as you stuck out your wet muscle to lick over his slid over and over again, every droplet of his pre cum dropping onto your tongue which you slurped up extra loud. At this action you saw how Yoongi’s head fell with a loud groan against the rest of the couch, the vein on his neck so prominent as he panted underneath your teasing. He seemed to like how you stroked his cock furiously, feeling how he pulsated into your grip as you leaned further down, licking a stripe of his fluids ere you concentrated on his balls. Softly you tug them in, drenching them with your saliva while pressing your tongue onto them, hard enough for Yoongi to flinch, but not too heavy for him to feel pain. The sounds escaping his throat told you he loved what you were doing.

God, how wet you were by now. His voice, every sound he made turned you on, his tensing and flexing only fuelling your arousal until you pressed your legs together to feel needed friction between your legs. You bet that he would slide right in you if you sat on his lap, being so turned on that you began to moan every time his low, dark voice filled the room, sending vibrations through his balls.

“Baby girl”, he whined while you repeated your doing, his thighs tensing fiercely. “Stop teasing and take my cock with that pretty cunt of yours.”

Before you stood up, you let his cock out of your hands, licking your way up while looking into his eyes. A grunt left his pink lips which smirked at you while he licked his lips lazily at your sight. That got you going, straddling his lap, one hand on his chest and the other stroking his dick under you ere you slapped your pussy with his cock, making you moan.

“Holy shit, sit down”, Yoongi ordered, gripping your side to push you down onto his dick. The room was filled with a loud cry from you from the stretch his throbbing dick caused and a loud hiss from Yoongi, his brows furrowed and head fallen back again. Neither he nor you moved, but you couldn’t hold back and against the slight pain you started to roll your hips into his, causing enough friction to call out his name right from the start.

“Mr. Min, I want to come so bad today”, you whimpered, biting your lips to repress an upcoming cry as you rocked your hips faster, clit rubbing at the shadow above his dick. “I was a good girl, right? Please, let me come today.”

It felt so good to ride him, because you controlled the movements, the heaviness of your sex. And right now you wanted nothing more than to chase your own high as your nub constantly slid over his skin, pressing down on it with every bounce of your body.

“Then make yourself come, baby girl. Use my dick”, Yoongi watched you out of his narrowed eyes, hands helping you to fasten your bouncing while he filled you up to the hilt.

You were so concentrated on your own orgasm that you forget to pleasure the man who paid you for your doing, but you didn’t care as you rode him, hips crashing onto his mercilessly. His dick was twitching in you, making you anxious that he was close but it was just Yoongi trying to tease you with his pulsating member, tensing him inside your pussy. He looked so good underneath you, better than above with his mouth agape, eyes closed and a seductive grin on his pretty lips. His eyes were full of dark arousal as he opened them, hunger flaring in his pupils while he leaned down, hands digging into your skin – you were sure that there were more marks by tomorrow as his grip was too strong. You watched him, whimpering above at his next action. With a loud growl he pressed his mouth onto your sensitive neck, but as you expected sharp pain and shut your eyes, you felt only heat, his lips sucking at your skin, licking up and down the sweaty spots on your neck.

“It-it feels so good-”, you moaned aloud, grasping around his torso as you felt your clit pressing down violently onto his core, his cock inside you buried deep while your juices coated him as your climax washed over you. Your own actions and his erect member touching your sweetest spots made your coin snap. Your body tensed at the sensation, heat filling your limbs while you slowly rocked your hips into his. “Mr. Min..” Your voice was so close to his ear that your breathless whines should’ve been loud noises in his ears, your body beginning to tremble as the tension fell off.

Yoongi separated him from you, leaning back as he watched your state, chest rising like hell, breasts right in front of his face to which his hands shot forward to fold them. You let out a moan, supporting yourself on his thighs as you also leaned back, mouth dry and body hot from your high.

“You aren’t done just because you came”, Yoongi cocked his brows up, chest heaving. “Move. I want to feel your slutty juices dripping on my balls while you ride me.”

Whimpers fell from your open mouth, but you obeyed moving your hips into his, slowly at first as you felt over sensitive from your high. Yoongi had other plans as his eyes narrowed again, a loud grunt leaving his mouth ere he pressed down his hands harshly on your breasts making you squeak.

“I told you to move and not to squirm around”, his voice showed his impatience, fingers tugging at your red, erect nipples while you began to speed up, the slight pain turning you on even more.

Now it was time to make him feel good and to live up to his expectations. You straightened your back, hands flying to his shoulders as you positioned yourself in a sitting pose ere you began to roll your hips onto his cock. Sweat flowed down your spine, mixing with the fluids which dropped onto his balls, just as he predicted.

You moved, panted and cried our for several minutes before Yoongi clang on your waist, grunts and whimpers filling the apartment as he shot his seed out right into your pussy. A guttural sound reached your ears as he fell back down, his chest pulled up and down as his abs tensed under his soft skin while his release flowed further out his pulsating cock. You could feel how the mixture of your sexual juices dripped down tardily down onto his balls and further down his thighs. The heat which was mixed into it felt so utterly satisfying that you moaned a stretched ‘Mr. Min’ ere you collapsed on top of him, all strength gone from the exhausting ride.

“Get off, baby girl”, a weak, low voice woke you from your fucked out state with a pat on your thighs. “Clean up the mess you made on my balls. And be precise, I don’t want to see the smallest drop, got it?”

Nodding you made your way between his legs again, your muscles aching and legs wobbling as you knelt down like before. You didn’t want to lick his cum from the floor as to why you clenched your pussy tight, not letting anything out again while inspecting the mess on his lap. To make it the most thrilling for Yoongi you licked your lips, biting on your lower lip as you leaned down, taking a strong lick off of his balls, showing him the cum on your tongue to which he hummed, a pleasant smirk spread on his wet lips. You swallowed hard before you repeated the motion until you sucked softly on his balls, making him squirm in his sitting position. The semen on his thighs were sucked in by you, standing up to round the couch, leaning forward, your throat next to his red ear while hugging him from behind. Your hands stroked his sweaty, heated chest as you swallowed the few drops of cum as loud as possible, the grey hair on his neck standing straight right away.

“It was a pleasure, as always, Mr. Min”, you purred into his ear, a stretched moan in the form of his name.

With that you slandered to the bathroom, hips moving lasciviously from side to side with every step, because you knew that Yoongi followed you with his dark eyes, a low chuckle falling from his lips.

The moment you turned the water down you heard the ringing sound of the apartment’s bell. A quiet giggle left your mouth as you thought about the hotel guests which were the victims of your loud moans while dressing in the second bathrobe which hung behind the door as your own lay in the middle of the living room. The remains of sex washed away you lazily went back to the living room whereas you heard muffled voices. The one was definitely Yoongi’s. Therefore you peered around the corner, seeing a man’s shoes, but nothing more. You shrugged your shoulder, not thinking who the intruder might be, until your eyes met the strangers.

His grey hair matched Yoongis, his almond eyes the same color as his and the height also identical as he stood next to his brother. It was the same guy you saw your boss with yesterday and who was claimed to be his younger sibling. Nobody could deny the resemblance of the two brothers if they stood side by side, but ere you could inspect him further, a furious Yoongi turned around, eyes signalling you that you did a fucking mistake by showing your appearance.

“So this is your employee, right? The one you told me about? And here I thought she would work in your company and not as a whore”, his brother’s degrading remark filled the room to which heat and anger flooded your whole body, marking your cheeks in bright pink.

Did he seriously call you a ‘whore’ right now? It was totally fine to be called such name inside the bedroom, but right now it wasn’t the case. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth parted ere you snapped at him, you didn’t care whose brother he was and how smug he seemed to be, nobody was allowed to judge you only by seeing you for the first fucking time.

“Who do you call a whore, you asshole? Didn’t your mom teach you manners? Take it back or I will rip off your little, hairy balls”, you exploded, whether it was adrenalin or the aftermath of your high a few minutes ago, it didn’t matter as you stormed to both men, pointing an angry finger at Yoongi’s brother. Four wide eyes stared at you before Yoongi’s shock was exchanged with amusement, his brother made of stone at your explosion. He didn’t move and you even thought he wasn’t breathing anymore.

“Are you deaf? Apologise!”, you said, your chest tight with anger as he looked for help to his brother who just held his hands up, motioning for him to settle things himself. “As I thought.”

“I-I..”, was all he replied before Yoongi broke the silence with a broad laughter, a sound so utterly new and melodious it took your voice for a moment. You had seen him smile and heard him chuckle, but a heartfelt laugh was new for you. It was your time to freeze, but soon his brother narrowed his eyes, his voice weak as he spoke against his brothers chuckles.

“I’m sorry.”

You turned your head to Yoongi, your lips a straight line as he tilted his head, his cheeks also rose.

“I should’ve told you, but I occasionally sleep with her. But she started to work as an assistant manager a few weeks ago”, Yoongi explained the situation clearly frustrated over his calm voice that his brother found out about you. The so called sibling looked at you with wide eyes, now a decent apologizing glance in his eyes as he looked at you. You just crossed your arms, maybe the big bathrobe and the messy hair wasn’t the most terrifying look, but it worked as the younger one grabbed your hand carefully, shaking it with his big one.

“I sincerely apologise. My name is Jimin and Yoongi is my older brother. I shouldn’t have said something insulting like this”, he spoke again, avoiding his brother’s eyes as he apologised decently this time, a darker hue contouring his cheeks by now.

What a first impression was that, you thought pulling your hand away. It was so awkward now that your huge confidence slowly disappeared and the three of you stood there in silence.

Therefore Yoongi cleared his throat, his typical annoyed expression contouring his pale face. “What do you want, Jimin? Can’t you see that you’re disturbing something?”

“I just wanted to see if she was really just an employee of yours”, Jimin shrugged his shoulders, scratching his neck while grinning shyly at Yoongi. He was clearly embarrassed by the situation he cause for himself and the two of you.

“You got what you wanted and now get out”, Yoongi motioned to the door behind Jimin’s back, but he just shook his head, a slight smile on his plump lips.

“Won’t you offer me a drink as I’m your guest?”

Yoongi and you scoffed at the exact same time. It seemed that your boss didn’t want to talk anymore about you and neither did you want to deepen the topic. Therefore you turned around, rushing into the bedroom to dress yourself in proper attire as long as your uninvited guest stayed over.

As you came back a few minutes later, the brothers sat on the couch, a drink in their hands. They seemed to discuss a theme ere all conversations stopped as they laid eyes on your figure. You cocked your eyebrows up. How about they got even more suspicious? It more than conspicuous that they talked about the person who just entered the room. You.

“How is my brother as a boss? Is he as cheesy as he was with the woman back in the days or are the female employees all over him?”, Jimin shot his blunt question to you the moment you sat down on one of the armchairs. It seemed the awkwardness had left him whereas he just began to pester you with questions.

Both, your boss and you stared at Jimin who just innocently sipped on his drink. You contemplated a second, but decided that you had to give him a second chance, even though his bluntness was a little odd. Despite their resemblance there was nothing that told you about their bond as a family. They had the same hair color, eyes and height, but as Yoongi was a strict, ambitious and gloomy person, his brother seemed to be mischievous, but cheerful, not caring what other people might think about him.

“I think you should see for yourself before you ask y/n. She might not be able to tell you the truth as she is..kind of occupied by me and some activities”, Yoongi answered for you, the hint not unseen as he smirked down on his glass. “You have enough time to discover your genius brother’s life and work.”

“Oh, come on”, you grunted while rolling your eyes at his words. You didn’t want to admit, but he was right, you had your prejudices, but would never tell him and foremost not if his brother was sitting next to him. Jimin only smirked, his knowing eyes focusing on your face as you glared at your 'lover’.

“Y/n, right? Don’t let Yoongi get under your skin, he is a tough guy and his work is more important than anything else. If you have enough from him outside of your shared bed, come work for me”, Jimin winked you, teasing his brother with his statement. Of course it was not a serious offer, but Yoongi turned red, his dark eyes spitting fire.

“Jimin, what the hell. Leave her alone, she just started working for-”

“It was a joke”, you said, tilting your head as you watched Yoongi amused. He was an easy target for his brother’s jokes as he was too serious with everything. “Clam down”, you giggled as to why Yoongi just drowned his drink, his brother chuckling next to him.

You sat for quite a while in silence as Yoongi changed the topic to something business related, not letting Jimin’s teasing reach him anymore. He didn’t even look at you as you found it so entertaining to see that a man like Min Yoongi was fooled by his younger sibling, a discovery you never even thought about. As the conversation went on you learned that Jimin would move out of his home abroad to come back into his older brother’s life. Not only that, but the cooperation between your company and the other one was a contract of the brothers, making Jimin an official CEO, just as Yoongi was. They shared important clients even though Yoongi had more saying in everything you guessed that he had a weak spot for Jimin as he never spoke of his employees or his workplace, but theirs. It felt so intimate to listen in on their talk, but you didn’t want to leave either. Therefore you observed the younger man to find other similarities than their appearance.

Jimin was utterly attractive, on another level, not comparing to his brother as he had his own way to be sexy and charming. No, it was more like the wildness and cheerfulness of a young boy peaked through Jimin, making him easier to handle than Yoongi who was in deep concentration most of the times, his humour on another more complex level, for the most people even not existent. He was broader than Yoongi, his face pretty slim and tanned, thanks to the sun and warm weather over the years abroad unlike his older sibling who was pale as snow, but emitted the same glow. Other than that he was a man who smiled often, eyes crinkled if it reached his brown eyes. If it weren’t for your own safety you would declare that he was just your type, a bit playful, but undoubtedly hot and you bet he was an unbelievably good lover, just what he looked like. Just as his brother was.

While you were in deep thought, taking in the details of your comparison you noticed that Yoongi often looked your way, his dark eyes unfathomable as he watched you. What he might think about? Jimin also glanced up to you frequently, a small smirk plastered on his pink plump lips every once in a while, his tongue wetting the lower one constantly. Just now you sensed that they were checking you out, maybe not on a sexual basis, – right? - but not only Yoongi seemed interested in you as you squirmed under their eyes, your mind occupied by some nasty pictures as you also stared at them, how close they sat to each other with sexy glances shot towards you. You were shocked at your next thoughts, but at the same time you felt a strange tightening in your core. It would be so easy to just step forward, offering them some naughty game involving all three of you. God, how hot would that be? You knew Yoongi, but his brother was just as tempting as he sat there, his arm wrapped over the rest so close to Yoongi’s shoulders, his legs spread wide and you could see that he was as well-stocked as his older brother who leaned against the couch’s rest, his eyes narrowed while listening what the other man said. Their pink lips would feel so good on your skin, pleasuring you from top to toe, you bet they were able to make you come the moment they started to play with your body. It wasn’t the first time you thought about such things, but those brothers were a level higher, both unbelievably handsome with prominent dicks. The money only the icing. How bad you wanted it and you would definitely think about this option in the future, you were more than sure. Unfortunately you never had a threesome, but with them you wanted to try it even though it was a stupid idea as they were brothers and would never cross their swords for someone like you.

“It is getting late and y/n seems to devour you again”, Jimin pulled one of his dark eyebrows up as he straightened his back, ready to leave. “Look at her face.”

You felt heat streaming into your cheeks as he said exactly what you were thinking about, a small detail forgotten. Himself. Just then Yoongi looked at you, knowing the expression in your eyes.

“I bet she fucks good”, Jimin laughed as he saw how his brother touching his thighs, waiting for him to leave you two alone.

“Shut up, will you?”, you spat at him, not the first time this evening. “And I bet you want to find it out for yourself.”

Yoongi coughed, but Jimin just stared at you, not denying what you said to him while standing up. His plump lips were tuned upwards, his brown eyes traced with unreadable emotions as he turned around to his brother, tapping his shoulder ere he walked towards the door.

“It was nice meeting you, y/n. And Yoongi, I’ll call you a day beforehand my flight will land”, the younger man announced, winking at you as he chuckled and the door flew shut.

It was silent for a short moment ere your attention turned to the other man with the grey thatch.

“He is completely different from you”, you just said, falling back into your seat as Yoongi shrugged, a knowing expression on his pale face.

“I’m sorry for his behaviour, but he isn’t as bad as he seemed to you today”, he said, exhaustion sinking into his bones. “Don’t even try to pester me with all your question about him. As it is late already, I’ll go and get a bath.”

You nodded, being left alone again as you watched Yoongi walking lazily towards the bathroom. Never did you await his brother to stand in the living room, making a fool out of you and finding him sexually appealing with the thought of having a threesome with the brothers in just two hours. Jimin was a mystery like his brother and you wanted to be the one to reveal his true character almost as much as you wanted to find out Yoongis. Luckily you had the chance as he was moving back to his home town, beginning to work at his brother’s side in a few weeks.

It was not the night you expected it to be, but as your boss wasn’t as happy as after the sex, you thought about a way to relax his tensed appearance again, he revelation about your intimate relationship clouding his busy mind.

“Can I come in?”, you knocked on the closed bathroom door after a few minutes of waiting in the living room, collecting the remaining clothes which were scattered on the floor. A short silence followed ere you heard a weak grunt which signalled you to enter the room. It was not as light as you expected it to be, two small lamps on the walls illuminating the big room in warm, yellow light. The bathtub was filled with water, lather and bubbles flowing on its surface while the night sky shone through the glass facade. The atmosphere was electrifying as you slowly walked towards the man who sat between the bubbles, his pale skin coated in soap and the warm drops of water which ran down his wet, grey hair over his bare chest down back into the water.

“Do you need something?”, Yoongi seemed uneasy, his muscles tensed as he opened his eyes, dark orbs looking straight at you as you sat down on the edge of the bathtub next to him.

You nodded, staring back. “I want you to stop worrying about your brother. I don’t care that he knows that I..help you with your relaxation in some other way”, you just said, hoping it would help him a little, but instead of a thankful expression all you got was a loud scoff and scorn laying in his eyes.

“I’m not worried about anything related to you”, the typically mocking voice of his declared. “Afraid of pronouncing it as fucking me? Being my personal toy and whore?”

A little taken aback you blinked before you shrugged your shoulders. No, you didn’t have a problem with saying it like this, but you had a problem with his attitude and therefore you crossed your arms, the idea of giving him your body pushed to the back of your head at his last words which were more than insulting.

“You’re sitting high on your horse, Min Yoongi. Come down from it and I might think about fucking you again”, you spat, clearly annoyed with his behaviour. Some times he was nice to you, but most of it he just wanted to push you around, playing with the might he had of you, not as your boss, but as your sugar daddy. If he wanted to be dominant in bed then you really loved it, but his rude sense if he talked to you got on your nerves, the insults the icing. You stood up, ready to leave, but a hand stopped you in the middle.

“God, you can be such a bitch, y/n. Calm down and get to work, will you?”

Your eyes got wide at his words. Was he for real? How could you even think he was cute yesterday? He wouldn’t get anything like this, but ere you could decide for yourself his hand pulled you down on him, your clothes getting soaked as you fell into the huge tub. For a moment your head landed on his naked shoulder, your hair getting wet from the water ere you were pulled onto Yoongi’s bare lap. With disbelief you glared into his dark eyes which were only centimetres away from you own, his pink, wet lips turned upwards into an amused smirk at your shocked state.

“I loved how you rode me on the couch, baby girl”, his behaviour changed from being an asshole to a softer one, the petname melting your composure in not giving in on him that easily, but it was too late as Yoongi’s hands traced to your backside, massaging your ass. “Do it again, baby girl.”

He toyed with you way too much for your liking, your actions turning around with the few words his low, soft voice lulled you in. Therefore you sighed, trying to get rid of your drenched clothes while sitting on top of Yoongi. He watched your actions for a few seconds ere he chuckled, pulling your wet shirt over your head, revealing your bare breasts to him as you didn’t wear any underwear.

“You know that you’re not allowed to wear your underwear anymore, not even for work? It’s so much easier like this”, Yoongi grunted, his wet hands grabbing the hem of your short pants to free the lower half of your body.

“Panties yes, but bra only occasionally”, you said, whimpering as he let the drenched clothes fall next to the bathtub, your sensitive core sitting on his soft dick. It was so intimate sitting on top of him in between the hot water, dimmed light and the night outside your suite, the atmosphere inside the room electrifying. You locked eyes with him, his big hands tracing over your shoulders, the warmth of the water pooling through your body. Yoongi’s fingers found the mounds of your upper body, fondling them delicately, a motion so different from the one on the couch while he leaned down, his lips pressing on your collarbones. A soft moan fell from your lips at the sensation from his touches while you began to move your folds over his cock, making him harder with every roll. You tried to rub yourself on him, but Yoongi stopped your hips the moment you found the right angle to feel enough friction for you to make you wet.

“I don’t do this often, but I’m sorry”, Yoongi said, his eyes narrowed. You were a taken aback as you didn’t know what he was apologising about, but you nodded anyway. Then he let go of his solid grip to press you down on his member. He growled as you started to circle your core above his dick, pulling his skin back and forth for a while, your nub rubbing over his now fully erect cock to stimulate yourself. It helped and in no time you felt how turned on you got, his wet body, hair and lips making it easy for you to get aroused. Your hands ran through his wet hair, stroking it back for you to see his forehead and his dark brows. He was really beautiful.

Your eyes never left his face as your hands went underneath you, a finger slipping right into your folds to test the stretch and wetness inside your pussy. Unfortunately water wasn’t the best lubricant as to why you began to rub over your clit for you to get wetter for his dick. Yoongi watched your motions in awe, his eyes getting darker as he saw what you were doing, licking his wet lips ere he leaned down again. His lips were so warm again pressing onto you neck while kissing his way up and down to help you get ready. Other then the last time didn’t he bite down, but circled his tongue over your skin, caressing it while you felt lust running through your core, making you wet enough for his cock.

“I-I’m ready”, you mumbled, two fingers pressing down onto your bundle of nerves for a last time ere you grabbed his cock and positioned him for you to sit down. Slowly without haste you deepened yourself onto his cock, your hands finding his shoulders for support of the upcoming stretch as you closed your eyes. A moan left you as to why Yoongi looked up, grinning at you.

“That’s right, baby girl”, he growled, pulling you so close that your breasts touched his bare chest. “Don’t hold back, I want you to move like the little bitch you are.”

His words made you weak and with one movement you sat down, making him hiss, eyes rolling back. As you were so close to him you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your face. He hesitated, but you didn’t want to kiss him, no, you wanted to leave a few marks on his pale skin tonight. Therefore you started to rock your hips up and down, this time with more energy ere you leaned down, licking a stripe from his collarbones to his jaw. This action left him grabbing your hips to roll your core further into his, the water making your actions slow. It felt a bit strange to do it in the tub as the water flowed into you at every motion, but it was unbelievably sensual as he let his head fall back, his mouth agape while you only heard a dull sound from underneath the water as well as splashing sounds, the floor already soaked.

“Baby girl, move faster”, he ordered, pinching your sides under water. You obeyed pressing your lips on his pale, wet skin before you sped up, the splashing sounds getting louder and louder. Your arms tightened as you felt his hands on your ass now, playing with the wobbling flesh as you rolled your hips into his, a rhythmically motion to the tune of the water sounds. By the time you did begin to suck gently on his skin, nibbling at the spots you caressed with your tongue while you felt how his cock reached deeper, touching your sweet spot. This angle was perfect for you to enjoy the sex and so he reached deeper and deeper, your sweet spot pulsating. The loud moans which would fill the bathroom were muffled from his skin as you bit down, only delicately, but hard enough for him push you away with a groan.

“Don’t dare to mark me. You are mine, but not the other way around”, Yoongi hissed his brows furrowed in anger. “One more time and you’re getting tied up again and I will show you who is in charge here”, his words were emphasized with his hand reaching forward, enclosing tardily around your throat, a short squeeze ere he let loose again, his eyes unfathomable darkness at his own action.

You gulped, but nodded, heat contouring your face as you bit down on your lower lip, the whimper escaping you showing the arousal from his words and his strange action as to why Yoongi’s anger was replaced with pure lust.

“Oh, you like that? I can’t wait to test some thing on you when we are back, baby girl”, this time his voice was only laced with hunger, the following chuckle showing how much fun it would make him to torture you in his own bed. And you couldn’t wait for it to happen.

“But now make me come, we have not as much time as I want to.”

Another nod from you and you started to furiously rock your hips into his while you leaned back again, his hands helping your motions under water. It felt so good, his hands grabbing your flesh, making you move faster as you whined his name, knowing he liked the sound coming from your lips. Your hands traced over his bare chest, taking some water in your hands to spill it down his upper body, the warmth flowing down. You repeated this motion as Yoongi’s torso was having ultimate goosebumps. His hair started to dry why you ran through them again, wetting his grey thatch until Yoongi smacked your ass, his head narrowed.

You moved your hips up and down, your breasts bouncing the same way they did on the couch a few hours before, Yoongi tracing his hands over your body, the drops of sweat from the heat of the water mixing with his dampened fingers. He slid them over you mounds a few times, the wetness making your body slippery while he leaned down, slurping sounds reaching your ears as he sucked on your soft skin. Your head fell back at his action, a stretched moan sounding through the room as he bit down, your movements getting faster. You wanted to chase your own high, but it was impossible, the friction too little while you felt his own member starting to pulsate.

“Move faster, I want to come”, his voice was breathless, the few grunts and hisses leaving his mouth signalling you that he liked how you moved your hips. As you wanted to grant his wish, you began to rock them violently against his, moving your core in circles while clenching your pussy tight. Yoongi’s growls got louder, his head now leaning forward ere he landed in the crook of your neck. You felt his teeth on your skin, how they traced over it with every new thrust of you ere he bit down mercilessly, a loud groan muffled after the other as his arms enclosed around your upper body. The moment he wrapped you in his arms you panted already, sweat flowing down your whole upper half into the water, his heat amplifying it. Stinging tears pooled in your eyes, his teeth marking your soft skin again, but you didn’t care, it was lustful pain, boosting your own arousal whereas you rolled your hips fast, his solid grip around you strengthening.

His cum spurted out into you, the white fluids mixed with some water inside your pussy. You whimpered at his grip and the way his mouth opened while he came, his torso cluttered with goosebumps and groans filling the huge bathroom. Your own hands wrapped around his neck you stroked over his head, your legs enclosing his lower body while tiny, high whines left your throat.

“You make my head spin, Mr. Min”, you announced, voice weak and laced with exhaustion.

Yoongi pulled away from his spot on your neck, his heavy breaths heaving his chest up and down, mouth red and wet from his motion as he leaned back, taking in the view on his lap. You had to look so fucked out as you sat on his throbbing dick, cum inside your pussy, sweat and water drenching your hair as your body was red from the exertion of riding Yoongi a second time today. Your mouth was half open, pants leaving it whereas you looked down on your partner, his pleasant smirk and the narrowed eyes showing you that you did a good job. Man, you were tired, your body slightly trembling by now.

“Get off”, he scoffed, voice as weak as yours while Yoongi straightened himself, hands running through his hair. You did as he commanded and as you stood up, legs feeling numb you staggered out of the tub. Yoongi was as charming as ever again, only letting his head sink onto the bathtub’s edge ere he closed his eyes.

“It really helped me sort out some things, so thanks baby girl”, Yoongi grinned slightly, eyes still shut. “But be sure to take responsibility for showing me an interesting glimpse inside your own sexual fantasies.”

You stared at him and knew that you fucked up.

Like that // Shawn Mendes

Authors note: Someone requested this based on the song “like that” by Bea Miller. Hope you like it :D

The music was loud, the bass making the floor seem like it was shaking. All I could see was them, Shawn and the beautiful brunette latched onto his arm. Her black dress hang to every one of her curves, making her look like a super model- I wouldn’t be surprised if she was.

Then there was me, looking like plain Jane next to her. At least that’s what Shawn’s gaze was telling me. Every time his eyes would flick back to me, the happy smile would change into a frown. We’ve been dating only a short 3 months and at first, I will admit, things were perfect. Then I noticed the small things.

The way he would tell me to change my outfit if he didn’t like it. How if I wore no makeup out he would tell me to at least put on some concealer. Little things like that slowly started to become more and more frequent until it got to the stage where he would bluntly flirt with other girls right in front of me. Almost as if he was saying I was not worth his time.

I sighed, stirring my drink with the straw, wishing I could be anywhere else but here. Shawn told me earlier that tonight we were going out to make another public appearance. I had a long day and to be honest, it was the last thing I wanted to be doing.

Shawn didn’t seem to care what I wanted to do however, when I protested he told me I was being selfish and that I didn’t care about his career. 

“Stop looking sad, you’re pretty when you smile,” his voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I look at him and throw on a smile.

“Better?” I ask, attitude slipping through. He glares slightly.


“Whatever,” I mumble, Shawn hearing my comment.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling up a chair next to me.

“I’m just tired Shawn, I don’t particularly want to be here. I had a long day at work,” I stare down at the table.

“I told you, you don’t have to work since you have me so it’s your own fault for being tired,” Shawn shrugs and I roll my eyes.

“Is that all you see me as- someone who will rely on you for money?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t see the point of you working when I earn so much money,” He says, his dull eyes meeting mine.

“I may get tired but I love my job. I went to university for 3 years to be able to do what I do now and there’s no way I would give that up just because my boyfriend has money,” I spit, temper rising.

“Your job isn’t really that vital to the company though, I’m sure they wouldn’t care if you quit,” My jaw drops in shock.

“Excuse you but I’m actually-”

“Shawn, here,” The brunette from before cuts me off. She hands him a key for a hotel room, I presume its for one of the rooms in the hotel above the bar we’re currently in. “I’ll be there in a hour, meet me there?” 

He nods curtly and she struts off. I feel my stomach drop, my eyes blurring with tears.

“I can’t believe- what was that?” I ask, face scrunched in disgust.

“That my dear Y/n, is Shelly. Shelly has awesome legs and a much more obedient personality,” He smirks at me, taking a gulp from my drink.

“Stuff you Shawn,” I mumble, hurrying to get up before he saw my tears. I grab my bag and storm off, ignoring Shawn calling my name. I run out the door, wiping my tears away as the cold air nips my skin.

“Y/n,” His arm grips my own tightly, tugging me back into his chest. “Stop making a scene,”

“A scene!” I burst out. “And flirting with other girls in my face, accepting key cards to go see other girls, right in front of me, isn’t?”

He looks around, as if checking no one could hear.

“What were you thinking? What were you going to do with her? Huh Shawn?” I ask, shoving his chest in anger.

“I just needed a night with someone who would actually listen to me for once,”

I shake my head in disbelief. 

“I don’t even know why I bother,” I mumble, turning away from him just to be tugged back to him. 

“Stop walking away,”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” I snap, pulling my arm out of his vice like grip. “I can’t do this anymore Shawn. I thought this was going to be good for me, that you were good for me. Turns out your just another rich celebrity where the fame has gone straight to their head,”

His arm falls limp at his side as he stares at me throughout my speech.

“Everyone thought you were the one to save me, turned out you were the one to make me fall and when you treat me like that I don’t want to be associated with you. It makes me wish I never knew you,”

With that I turn around and walk out of his life and hopefully, him out of mine.

Originally posted by marica-callate

anonymous asked:

What do you think is the best way to contact a spirit for a beginner spirit worker? Thanks you :)

hi anon!

this is a great question that can vary in answer depending on who you’re asking. for some people who started and stuck exclusively with spirit shops and conjurers, they may recommend exactly that! for others who meet spirits without the aid of shops, they may recommend conjuring yourself, or even taking a look around your house or neighborhood. spirits exist everywhere and are all around us, so the options are endless.

first off: protections

for a beginner, i first want to recommend knowing how to protect yourself. before you even begin meeting spirits or contacting them, ensure you know how to ward yourself and your room and/or personal space. in ideal situations i would recommend also warding your entire house, if possible, but i know that can be a bit difficult, especially if you use tools to help ward and you live with people who may not know you’re a spirit worker. i experience that particular problem myself, so i can relate. protections at the very least will ensure that if something goes wrong, you will remain safe. 

now, on to the fun part: meeting a spirit!

spirits are easier to find than you think

something i didn’t realize when beginning spirit work is that spirits are all around us, all the time. that tree in your backyard? it most likely has a spirit. those crossroads where those two streets intersect by your house? spirits probably pass through there. that lake you might walk by once in a while? there are likely spirits that call that lake home. live in more of an urban environment? no worries- spirits live there too. spirits call many places home, and once you come to terms with this reality, everything will change for you, both in positive and negative ways. remember: spirit work is dangerous. but you know what else is dangerous? driving and swimming- two things that a lot of people do on a near daily basis. just as you learn the right precautions you need to take before you get behind the wheel or enter the water, you do the same before you get involved with spirits. but once you’re able to drive, or swim, or interact with spirits, and you do so safely, you will be opening yourself up to a world of opportunities and wonderful experiences, as well as danger. regardless of the outcomes, though, driving, swimming, and spirit work are all learning experiences. it’s appreciating your newfound experiences and everything that comes along with it, positive and negative, that’s key to making spirit work a really wonderful thing.

now, i often times see beginners discuss how they conjure spirits to meet them. while that practice is completely valid, i would not recommend it for a beginner for one simple reason: why put in all of that work when you have spirits around you already? i dunno about you, but i love being lazy. if there’s a short but efficient route i can take, i’ll take it, and reaching out to spirits that already exist around you is exactly that: short, sweet, and efficient. use the resources already at your disposal!

and so ultimately, my recommendation for a beginner spirit worker who wants to contact a spirit is to use proper protections, discernment, respect, and caution to introduce yourself to a spirit who already lives close by. now, if you’re asking yourself, “but what if i can’t feel spirits yet? how do i find one if i can’t sense them?”, then you’ll need to back up a tiny bit, but only for a moment. 

recognizing what’s familiar so we can recognize what’s unfamiliar

i mentioned before that trees contain spirits. trees are old, hulking giants that have seen so many things. if possible, find a tree that you can sit under for a few hours, and make sure you bring a laptop or a notebook and pen. whether a spirit worker or not, lounging under trees is a common thing done by many people, and so you likely won’t be infringing on what the tree spirit considers its space, as it’s already something so frequently shared.

while there, relax and focus. it may take you a bit to find that sweet spot between comfortable and attentive, but take your time, be patient, and you’ll get there. while focusing (or meditating, if you’d like to slip into a deeper state of consciousness), sense what you feel around you. is there a breeze? how are you breathing? are you hungry? do you hear people talking? are there cars driving by? focus on each external force that is acting in and around you. once you recognize each one of these distractions, mentally label it, and then let it go. visualization here can help. for me, i mentally picture myself writing “cars”, “talking”, or “stomach growling” on a little paper boat and sending it down a river. be creative, and imagine yourself acknowledging and then removing each one of these external forces acting around you. 

these things will continue to happen around you, of course, but by acknowledging these distractions and then letting them go, you will begin to feel the silence underneath everything. it is in this silence we are able to sense spirits. often times people try to forcibly tune out the things happening around them in order to concentrate, but in doing so, they instead wind up harping on these things, stunting their ability to concentrate. but, if you recognize each potential distraction and then let it slip away from your attention, you will feel less inclined to focus on it. in doing this, we get one step closer to putting all of our attention on sensing spirits. 

as we understand and recognize the energies and distractions that come from the mundane world around us, including the energies and distractions that come from ourselves, we will begin to pick up on energies we are unfamiliar with. often times, these unfamiliar energies are spirits whose vibrations and energies we have tapped into after we recognize, understand, and discard the familiar energies around us. 

starting small (or large): listening to trees

as your focus turns its back on those distractions, you are able to place your attention elsewhere- in this case, on spirits. as you sit under that tree, begin to focus on what energies the tree is giving off. do you see colors? do you hear the impressions of a voice? or maybe you are experiencing feelings that you know are not your own because, as stated above, you recognized how you are feeling and know what to expect from yourself. any energies, feelings, colors, sounds, etc, that you experience while focusing on that tree can be the tree’s spirit communicating with you, with other trees around it, or with itself. but regardless who that info is meant to be going to, it is still information coming from the tree’s spirit. if possible, write down any and all sensations and experiences you receive from that tree. then, using proper discernment in the form of meditation or divination tools, for example, reflect back on what you experienced. then, repeat this process. go back to the tree some time later, focus on it, and see what information you receive then. crosscheck your experiences with your previous ones, and even do a little research. what else do other people experience when they hang out with a tree spirit? 

from there, as you get more and more comfortable with the methods you use to pick up on this tree spirit, move onto different spirits. as you practice, you may not need to sit down and meditate to find a spirit. over time, you may be able to pick up on those unfamiliar energies while you’re out and about, and in doing so, you may find a spirit that lives in a store you frequently go to, for example, without having to sit down and meditate on it.

if my tree method does not work for you because of your living environment, don’t worry. are there flowers outside? can you afford a potted plant, maybe? do you live by a beach? do you own crystals? all of these things, and all of these locations will contain spirits that may be willing to share info with you. the reason i recommend starting with a tree or other plants is because they tend to be easy to work with, and often times far less malicious than other spirits you may come across. but don’t be fooled! plant and tree spirits have their own personalities. you may find one that’s a bit snippy or grumpy. don’t always expect that a little flower will be kind! 

now, that is just one recommendation i can give, which i personally find is the best one. but! other people will likely give you very different answers! 

what about spirit shops? 

do you feel comfortable purchasing from a conjurer? then maybe you can try out a spirit shop. if you find a shop, i highly recommend reading reviews and see how the shop treat their spirits. do they create listings that read like items that are being sold? or do their listings read like profiles for living entities who are autonomous and have their own wants/needs/desires, and are fully in control of the companion they will be going home to? as well, see if you can find how much experience the shop owners/conjurers have. in my experience, all reputable shops should have a detailed “about” page that explains the full extent of that shop owners experience. and finally, trust your gut. how you feel when looking through someone’s shop is key to determining if you’d like to work with them. you’ll be contacting and bringing home a friend who should 1) want to be in that shop and 2) want to go with you. in my opinion, if you sense any red flags, then stay the hell away. 

what about conjuring?

and lastly, there’s the conjuring option. this i just… don’t recommend, personally. spirit work is risky in every way, shape, and form, but when you conjure, you have no idea who will show up, especially if you’re a beginner. 

in conclusion… 

the choice is up to you. how do you feel you’d best experience spirit work as a beginner? do you feel safe going outside and trying to commune with a spirit? would you rather have someone from a shop pair you up with a spirit? or maybe you think you’ll have a knack for conjuring! ultimately the decision is yours. i do hope i was able to provide some info to help guide you along the way, though!

well anon, i wish the best of luck to you! if you have any questions or comments for me, please feel free to drop by!

Everything you need to know about Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812!

Lately I have been totally obsessed with a Broadway musical called Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. I finally convinced one of my best friends to take a listen to the soundtrack, but I wanted her to fully get a feel for the show before she did. It can be confusing, especially because it’s sung through (like Rent and Hamilton) and because it can be a struggle to grasp the musical concepts the first time you listen to it. So I figured I would post this so that anyone who wouldn’t have the chance to see the show or who didn’t have a ton of Broadway background knowledge would still be able to enjoy this soundtrack! 

Disclaimer: This post is going to be exactly the opposite of spoiler free. 

Why you should listen to Great Comet:

  • It had the most Tony nominations out of all of the Broadway shows this year (12!)
  • The director is a Jewish female.
  • Three women have played Natasha, all of whom are women of color.
  • The actors are all relatively new to Broadway— this is their big break, for many of them. And they kill it.
  • The ensemble won two awards for best ensemble, which isn’t surprising because the energy is insane. They got the ACCA Award for Outstanding Broadway Chorus, and the Chita Rivera Award for Dance and Choreography. 
  • It’s a weird, complex, smart, insane, energetic, fascinating piece of work.
  • This is a once-in-a-lifetime musical when you see it in person. The soundtrack gives you insight into why that is.
  • If you want to get a vibe for the energy and chaos and insanity, watch the Tony performance! “The Abduction” is featured in here, and it’s my favorite part of the musical. “Balaga” into “The Abduction” fucking slay.

The Set-Up:

Before we go into the plot, I’m going to tell you a little bit about the set-up of the show, because, honestly, the plot is the least important part, in my opinion.

When you walk into the theater, the first thing you hear is the strains of loud Russian music wafting towards you. Although the entire show doesn’t sound like this, it is really good at getting you into the mode of that classic Russian music. A lot of the exposition is written in that style. Personal character songs/moments are more stylistically pop, hip-hop, musical theater, soulful, etc.

Great Comet started off, essentially, as dinner theater. As such, the production is in the round. There’s audience members sitting in seats along the stage. They get to be up-close with the actors (sometimes the actors do interact with you, but it’s not cheesy, cross my heart. I hesitate to tell people that because they usually write it off immediately but TRUST ME, I’M INCREDIBLY JUDGEMENTAL. They don’t talk to you or anything, they just play off of your reactions at specific moments for comedy. Oh, and they yell at you in Russian if you’re filming them. Which… fair.) There’s also ten or so people sitting quite literally on stage at tables, in the midst of the action, as well as people sitting directly next to the pit, which is very small and visible in center stage.

Then you can sit in orchestra, mezzanine, and rear mezzanine. In orchestra, you have something like a catwalk curving through the audience. You will get people dancing right next to you all the time, followin’ dat yellow brick road. The distinction between the mezzanine and the rear mezzanine is that there’s a little, mini “stage” (more like a box) set up for the ensemble to dance on. They’re up there basically 75% of the show (as well as onstage. They’re all over the place all the time. Directing this musical must have been a goddamn nightmare.)

(Note: Any seat in the theater is partial view. You’re not going to be able to see the people on the catwalk from the rear mezzanine. You won’t be able to see the people dancing up on the rear mezzanine from the orchestra. It’s a trade off. Just for some perspective of the theater!)

Another beautiful thing about the theatre is the lights. They’re all around the entire auditorium, so no matter where you’re sitting, you’ll probably have these beautiful, small yellow lights next to you that look like stars. They move up and down (physically, not in brightness, although obviously that happens too) throughout the show, so that sometimes you feel like you’re standing out in the night with the characters, looking up at the stars that they are gazing at.

A really cool, small touch is that there are little round tables with these lovely purple lamps on them that glow up and down with the lighting. Which, by the way, is tremendous. The lighting design is ridiculous. But so is the set design! There’s little posters of Russian historical figures all around the theater. 

The Pit:

Remember how I said the pit appears to be small? The reason for that is threefold:

  1. Actors frequently play instruments. You’ll see an ensemble member in combat boots, a plaid skirt, a tight jacket, and a giant-ass clarinet. Anatole plays the violin. You’ll also see cast members coming out to beat a drum or something to that effect. (The show is super meta, but we’ll get to that later.)
  2. The pit also has to be small because Pierre spends most of the show chilling down there, reading his books at his desk. Sometimes he plays the piano or the accordion or little symbols or, you know, a little bell. He’s just chilling. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  3. I have slightly lied to you because technically the pit is NOT that small— it’s just that not everybody can always see them because the musicians are spread around the theater. When they were in rehearsals, the director and music director and writer of the show sat all around the theater to listen and found that spreading the orchestra around the theater meant that each person sort of heard something unique. Obviously when you’re in the rear mezzanine, you’ve got musicians that are closer to you than the people sitting orchestra do, a vice versa. Therefore, you hear the arrangements differently. It’s very beautiful.


Now that that’s out of the way.

Great Comet actually has very little to do with the actual comet (sorry, science nerds.) Actually, the part of the title that you want to pay attention to is the names at the top— Natasha and Pierre. Spoilers: these characters actually don’t interact in the context of the show until the second to last scene. But they symbolize enormous turning points in each other’s lives, which is why I think they’re the title. Natasha is the start of the show (she’s the first character you’re introduced to.) She is also the start of Pierre’s ending shifting into something new. Which I’m not going into right now, but just know that the fate of Pierre’s heart is tied to Natasha’s heart.

Natasha is a young girl visiting her godmother in the wildly social site of Moscow, Russia during the war. She and her cousin are staying with Marya D. while they wait for their fiancés to return from aforementioned war. Over the course of the story, Natasha (naïve, innocent, lovely Natasha) becomes seduced by both the Russian society and by its most handsome playboy— Anatole.

Antonole is like… he’s like a 19th Century Russian fuckboi. He’s like… oh my god, he’s 19th century Chuck Bass. Natasha is season one Jenny. Sonya is Vanessa. Helene is Blair. PIERRE IS BLAIR’S SHORT JEWISH STEP-DAD. This is an amazing analogy.


Now that you have some backstory, let’s talk about the characters! Most of what you need to know about them can be found in the first song— the prologue (or, for the full version without acting): This is all in your program, you are at the opera. Gonna have to study up a little bit if you wanna keep with the plot. Cuz it’s a complicated Russian novel, everybody’s got nine different names. So look it up in your program, we appreciate it, thanks a lot.

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Im Youngmin as your boyfriend

- so turns out he actually takes the same bus as you, and for a while he’s been admiring you
- making sure you have somewhere to sit, even if it means he has to stand for the whole journey
- however, your always too tired to even realise what’s going on
- but its the day of ur job interview and lmao you woke up late!
- and so guess who forgot their bag which contains all their belongings, including ur phone and wallet?
- hahAHAHAHa you…
- ur at the entrance of the bus and of course everyone’s looking at the strange girl who doesn’t have a bus pass but is still trying to get in…
- and all of a sudden someone from behind pays for your bus fare
- your too embarrassed to even look them in the eyes but you still thank them
- what makes it worse is the fact that the bus is extra crowded and you hate standing because you can hardly even reach the handles that dangle down for you to hold on
- “just hold onto me”
- you see an arm held tightly onto the handle and you can feel the other arm wrapped loosely on your waist
- lmao by loosely I mean awkwardly propped on your waist unsure how tight or loose to hold you, as well as unsure where exactly to prop their arm…
- nevertheless you’d rather not embarrass yourself even more by falling over so you start to hold tightly onto him
- can I just say, a wHOLE LOADA STARING
- when you finally have enough courage to look them in their eyes you realise they’ve been looking at you this whole time
- BLUSHING!!!!!!
- warning- youngmin likes to smirk… a lot
- you can feel the laughter coming from his chest
- he follows you out the bus and claims he’s going wherever you are
- ‘I’m youngmin by the way, what’s your name?“
- “why do you keep following me?…”
- your so embarrassed and you really don’t want him to see how red you are because of him
- “fine. You caught me, by now I should probably be in my lecture… But before I go, at least let me get your number.”
- how could you say no???
- and before you both know it your pretty much texting non stop and he asks you out on a date
- your first official date is at a PC bang, and yes he was planning to be romantic and teach you to play one of the games called over watch
- but sIKE, you were a frequent PC bang user back in the day of high school and let’s just say, your way better than him
- “but I just wanted this to be romantic and I wanted to teach you, I was planning so much and now you’ve just completely beat me…”
- youngmin whining, with his lips pouted and hair in a hot mess
- before you knew it, you had your lips on his
- fIRST KISS!!!!!
- you could just about reach his lips but after a few seconds youngmin already had his hands wrapped around your waist
- “youngmin… I’m sorry that you sUCK AT OVERWATCH!”
- you try your best to run away but he catches up to you instantly
- and yay, second kiss
- this time he’s confident and in charge, hands placed lightly on your cheeks and yours were tightly around his body
- “wow, you’re an absolute beast on overwatch- it makes me like you even more…”
- confESSION!!!
- its official y'all are bf and gf!!!!!
- changing his relationship status on all social media
- as well as bragging about you a lot
- “yah, woojin! My girlfriend can actually play overwatch aND SHE’S REALLY GOOD, what can your girlfriend do? SiKE I LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHE’S REALLY NICE please stop hitting me…”
- smiling youngmin means your most likely smiling as well
- you can’t help but get lost in his eyes when they crinkle as he smiles
- normally silences with youngmin are the kind which are enjoyable, no awkwardness just a sense of understanding
- he walks you home when its dark and at times like this he’s quite protective, youngmin more or less always has his hand around your waist when your walking home
- which your fine with tbh
- but in general you guys trust each other but sometimes you feel that youngmin is way too chill when your around guys, and you’ve realised he doesn’t really care or get jealous
- “do you even like me? It just seems that sometimes you don’t even care when I’m around these strange men!“
- “are you being serious right now? You don’t even understand how crazy I feel when I see you around these guys but I trust you and I don’t want to be that annoying over protective boyfriend… I trust you, y/n and you should know that i only have room in my heart for you.”
- you both apologize to each other and make up
- but what’s a make up witHOUT any make up sex…
- lemme just say, youngmin likes to take charge…
- and by now your neighbours clearly know his name .-.
- but just in case you haven’t realised what I’m hinting at; a whole loada love bites and delicate kisses on your body as well as hardcore exercise
- “yOUNGMIN, look at all the red marks I have on my neck from last night. Do you realise how hard it is for me to cover it up with makeup?!”
- “well you weren’t complaining last night”
- and there it is again, his smirk is now even more prominent and mixed with his perfect bed hair and morning voice…
- well one thing leads to another and your late for work, again…
- cute café dates and surprise the cafés you normally go to are cat cafés!
- rather than being focused on what your talking about he seems busy with stroking a nearby cat but now this gives you a chance to admire him
- “admit it, I look really cool right now”
- hE was right, with his satoori and his jawline and the cat…
- “you’re the lamest person I know”
- “y/n you make my heart flutter whenever you act like this, so cold and cool… Wow- 100% tsundere style, I’m in love”
- youngmin teasing you was something common but he really did mean the last part…
- you rolled your eyes before a laugh finally erupted out
- journeys on the bus together consists of sharing earphones and normally fighting over who gets to pick the music
- “but youngminnnnn, you love me right? And so you’ll love anything I love, and I love jiyoung oppa so let’s listen to some of his music!!!”
- youngmin doesn’t respond and you notice him flinch at mentioning love but try your best to ignore it so you just change the music to your gdragon playlist
- your walking home together and he’s still not responding
- “youngmin, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking… Are you just going to continue like this? Really?”
- you try your best aegyo to persuade him to open up but unlike usual, it has failed
- “yah do you know how you make me feel? Whenever I’m with you its like I can’t even feel my heart anymore, what do you want to hear? That you’re right? Because you are, I’m probably talking absolute bullshit right now but I just really like you- no, I love you.”
- you pull his face close to yours
- “me too, I love you”
- there’s a smile on his lips whilst you kiss
- “but seriously, y/n why do you call gdragon ‘oppa’ but not me?”
- “because your lame”
- youngmin also likes to play with your hair
- whilst your waiting in line his hand is around your shoulder and reaching to fiddle with your hair
- one night you’ve decided to try and get him to braid your hair
- at least he tried…
- he also likes whispering in your ear, knowing especially how ticklish you are
- passerby’s would think he’s saying something dirty but in reality its just dumb jokes
- “y/n you no longer have to watch asmr videos, I will be your asmr and im available 24/7”
- “hahaha very funny.”
- sharing clothes! He lowkey leaves his jumpers at your house so you can wear them… But he gets highkey turned on whenever he sees you in his clothes
- youngmin also endulges in couple items, making sure to drag you to buy matching t-shirts as well as matching phone cases
- “look, I sent this picture to my mum and she says we look cute… I would’ve expected her to cringe”
- “y/n! How could you do this to me?! Sending her a photo which I probably look weird in- I’m her future son in law and…”
- he stops at ‘son in law’
- “oppa, what are you even- psh, son in law?…”
- awkward silence
- “you finally called me oppa, that’s all that matter right now and we can discuss the future… In the future…”
- his smile reaches his eyes and your heart instantly melts
- “well, youngmin- son in law doesn’t sound that bad, right?”
- all of a sudden youngmin is on one knee and his hand reaches his chest pocket
- “Y/n, will you… ACCEPT MY HEART?!”
- Instead of pulling out a ring box like you were assuming he would, he pulls out nothing but his fingers in the shape of a heart
- “wow, I’m in love with such a loser”
- aNd you both spend the night in each others arms with an empty pizza box and mulan playing on the TV
- your both in love with each other and thats all that matters right now but as to what the future may hold… Well, who knows

juldooz  asked:

#91 sherlolly, my fav

I am terrible about answering these quickly apparently. Sorry for the wait. I ended up rewriting this a few different times. Debated several different songs, wrote and scrapped a second Sherrinford call… It’s super fluffy now but hopefully you’ll like it :) 

You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat all week….


It had been about a month since the Sherrinford incident and things were finally getting back to…not normal exactly. John doubted anything could ever fully return to “normal” after everything they’d faced, losing Mary…No certainly never quite normal… But better. Things were definitely better. Brighter. Happier.

Baker Street had been rebuilt to its former glory in record time, thanks to a round the clock work crew funded by a certain generous, guilt-ridden albeit still insufferable Holmes brother. John was never quite sure which motivation won out: Mycroft’s guilt over his role in what had played out with Eurus, or his desire to have Sherlock no longer staying in his home. It probably depended on the day.

Still…the whole arduous experience had managed to soften things between the two Holmes brothers. They still bickered like school children, but there was a friendliness to it now. John would never say out loud that the Holmes brothers loved each other, certainly not to their faces, but the evidence was there now more than ever.

The sounds of Freddy Mercury’s voice started blaring from Sherlock’s room.

“Ooooh you make me live!”

“Oh dear God, not this again…” John whispered.

Every minute that they were not actively on a case, Sherlock had been playing Queen’s You’re My Best Friend on repeat. For the last 8 days and counting…

It would seem that it wasn’t just Sherlock’s family relationships that were showing more prominent signs of love. Molly Hooper had become a mainstay of the new Baker Street in the past few weeks. To John’s knowledge, things between the detective and the pathologist had still not yet taken a full romantic turn, but they’d managed to mend the wounds inflicted during that infamous phone call and reconcile their relationship back to a comfortable friendship.  There was an openness between them now that hadn’t been there before. They were more at ease around each other with their hearts out in the open and the air cleared between them.

Despite them not being officially “together”, there was no doubt that the two of them were still head over heels for one another. There were the shy little smiles in the morgue, the “I thought you might be hungry” drop bys with take away, the more frequent experiments in the lab…and now, apparently, giddy love songs on repeat.

“Morning,” Sherlock greeted happily as he strolled, or more accurately, danced into the kitchen.

“Morning Sherlock,” John replied, typing an update into the blog. “Seeing Molly today?”

Sherlock smiled unconsciously at the sound of her name. “I was thinking of stopping by Bart’s later, yes…Why?”

“No reason…You just seem happy, that’s all,” John chuckled.

“I’m happy on days I don’t see Molly, too…” Sherlock defended weakly.

“Maybe,” John mused. “But that’s normal happy. You’ve got that ‘Molly Happy’ look on your face.”

“I don’t know what you mean…” Sherlock smiled into his coffee mug.

“Sherlock, when are you going to ask her out properly?” John demanded.

Sherlock blinked his friend from the kitchen.

John continued, “You’re nothing but smiles at the mere mention of her name. You spend practically all of your free time at Bart’s or at her flat, and when you can’t be around her, you’re talking about her or at least thinking about her. You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat all week…You’re in love with her, Sherlock. You know it, she knows it, anyone with eyes knows it. So when are you going to do something about it?”

Sherlock pressed his lips together as he stared down into his coffee, mulling over his friend’s words.

“…do you really think she’ll say yes?” he asked finally.

John smiled at his friend. “I know she will, mate. So what are you waiting for?”

Sherlock grinned to himself and set down his mug.

“Thank you, John,” he replied, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.

Molly was just finishing cleaning up from her latest autopsy when Sherlock strolled into the morgue.

“Oh hey Sherlock, I wasn’t expecting you until later,” she said cheerily.

“Molly you and I have known each other for a while now…” Sherlock said, making his way to stand next to her.

“Uhuh…” Molly glanced up him, wondering where he was planning on going with that statement.

“And in that time we have come to, um…be rather fond of each other, yes?” he asked, shoving his hands in his coat pockets nervously.

Molly smiled and continued cleaning. “You know how I feel about you Sherlock,” she replied simply.

“I hope so,” he responded softly, taking her hand and making her turn look at him. “Molly Hooper you make me a better person, and every moment I spend with you is a treasure. Would you perhaps consider…” He cleared his throat, unsuccessful in calming his nerves. “Would you do me the honor…I had this all planned out in the cab…What I’m trying to say is…”

“Would you like to have dinner?”

“Molly, will you marry me?”

Molly stared at him wide eyed as she processed the words that had overlapped her own.

“What?” she breathed.

Sherlock gingerly took both her hands in his. “My heart is yours Molly…I love you. I’ve always loved you. I realize this may seem sudden, what with us never properly having gone on a date before…but I know what I want and what I want is to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. I promise I will still try to court you even when we’re— Mmph!”

Sherlock’s ramblings were cut short as Molly fervently pressed her lips to his. His arms instinctively encircled her as he returned her affections before coming up for air.

“Is that a yes?” he breathed, causing Molly to laugh as she bobbed her head happily.

 Across town, John received a text from Sherlock. He nearly fell out of his chair when he opened it. There on his mobile was a picture of Sherlock and Molly, Sherlock pressing a kiss to Molly’s hair as Molly grinned ear to ear, her hand held up happily to display a sparkling ring on her petite finger.


John chuckled and showed the picture to Rosie, who was happily sitting in her bouncer on the floor.

“About time, huh sweetie?”

Rosie cooed happily, reaching a slobbery hand towards the image of her beloved godparents.

John smiled and withdrew his phone to reply.


Yoongi Scenario: In A Heartbeat.

Request: I have one idea ! Since a long time, it’s like a dream. You met Yoongi in Korea, had was in love with him. Bcos you don’t want to be an obligation and disturb his life, you leave him. 3 yrs later, you come back with a little boy who look like Yoongi.

Genre: Family / Drama.

Yoongi never thought seeing you after three years could provoke so many emotions in him, but when he saw you sitting in his study he confirmed himself wrong. 

Nobody told him he had visit when he entered the company that afternoon, the guys were in their personal or individual activities so Yoongi decided to spend his time in work, but when he opened the door of the studio he discovered it wasn’t lone like it should had been. You stood up when you saw him and both of you just started at each other for a good while before you could properly react. You with a bow and a soft smile, him with a frown and a bunch of words stuck in his throat.

-What the hell?- were the first ones he could articulate. -Y/N-

You nodded the confirmation Yoongi didn’t need, of course he knew it was you, what he couldn’t understand and the reason why he probably had a confused expression on his face was what were you doing in there, Yoongi hadn’t seen in you in three years, you had gone out of his life without saying goodbye so now he couldn’t understand why you had sneaked into his studio. All the feelings he had for you started to resurface, all the accumulated thoughts over the past three years making him blind with anger and confusion. 

-How you got here?- he asked before anything else although that wasn’t the question he wanted to ask. 

-A friend let me in- you answered. -It was Hoseok- you gave in with a sigh when he glared. -He did it for a good reason though, and I had to talk to him into it, so this is all me-

Yoongi did a mental note to smack Hoseok or something. -Why? What are you doing here?- he asked now, you were here to see him obviously but why, three years ago you had disappeared in thin air not caring about anything, as far as he knew you had left Seoul, or the country, since he couldn’t find you and god knew he tried to.

-You must hate me, I forgot about that- you said with another sigh, it sounded sad and it made Yoongi bite his tongue to not say anything. -But I want you to know that three years ago I left this country for a reason-

-You didn’t leave this country- Yoongi said despite himself. -You left me-

You opened and closed your mouth but then shook your head. -I did, not because I wanted to believe me, I just had to do it-

He snorted. -What? You are going to say someone payed you to go like some kind of cheap drama?- he shook his head, he was getting too angry and you took a step closer. Yoongi couldn’t refrain himself from staring, you were still beautiful, you had always had the ability to catch his eyes not letting him look at nothing else, you could still do that and he found himself inspecting everything, your hair falling behind your shoulders, your body, your eyes. He was angry at you for leaving and he was angry at himself for still feeling his chest thunder over the sight of you. Yoongi felt like an idiot for feeling like he did, after three years it should have been more than over, but you appeared out of nowhere and he was already a mess of emotions.

-No, I’m not saying that and don’t be sarcastic with me please, you know I hate it…- you shook your head. -I didn’t come here to fight Yoongi, I came here because I… because I needed to see you and because you need to meet someone-

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anonymous asked:

hey, can I get some advice? I've been working on a book for the past few years, and 2 of the main cast are jewish (the protagonist and his older sister). their faith isn't the main focus of the book, and the brother doesn't really practice, but I want to include it as an important part of their lives. what are some aspects of being jewish that you wish were included more in fiction? is there anything I should know (dos/don'ts)? thank you!

hm, this is a really broad question. i’ll do my best with general answers but please send me follow-up questions so i can be more useful (off-anon is better so we can have more of a conversation).

DO include:

  1. a sense of justice and duty to improve the world.
    whether or not you are religious, being jewish means a lifelong devotion to improving the world. jews have been involved in every civil rights movement you can think of. look into the jewish values of tikkun olam, “repairing the world,” and tzedakah, literally meaning “justice,” “righteousness,” or “fairness,” but used in practice to mean “charity” or “generosity.” these values extend beyond the purely religious and are a fundamental part of jewish life.
  2. an inclination to analyze and debate.
    jews are stereotyped as nerdy and argumentative, and there’s a real reason for it: judaism highly values academic debate. judaism is characterized by struggle, not only with our oppression but with everything. we are taught to struggle with tradition even as we celebrate it, to struggle with authority even as we respect it, to struggle with g-d even as we love him and he loves us. jews will sit down and talk about one word choice in one passage of the torah for innumerable hours and still know we haven’t reached every possible interpretation. there’s a common saying – “two jews, three opinions.” we love to argue, we really do.
  3. specificity.
    if you want your characters to be accurately jewish, you’ll have to be more specific.
    what ethnicity are they? are they ashkenazi (european jews), sephardic (jews descending from spain), mizrahi (MENA jews), beta israel (jews descending from ethiopia)? are they converts? are they mixed? do they come from an interfaith background? were they raised observant, become religious later in life, abandon the religion but not the culture?
    what branch of judaism do they belong to? are they orthodox, conservative, reform, reconstructionist? are they hasidic?
    the answer will change what foods they eat, what music they listen to, what language they speak at home, how they practice certain holidays, how men and women interact with each other, how modestly they dress, whether or not your male character shaves, what superstitions they hold, whether or not they’re allowed to get tattoos, how they interact with their elders, and more.
    obviously if these things aren’t directly relevant to your story there’s no reason to get excessively specific. there are constants throughout judaism, and aside from hasidic jews and orthodox women, most jews dress like whatever the norm is where they live. but do the research anyway, because if your character is supposedly sephardic and drops yiddish into their speech, that makes them, and you, less credible.
  4. religion.
    i know you said the protagonist doesn’t really practice. i personally encourage you to change this. you don’t have to write about them going to synagogue or anything but maybe have them kiss the mezuzah as they enter their home, have them keep kosher, have them wear a magen david, a kippah, maybe even tallit.
    yes, this will mean more research for you, but heres why its important imo: antisemitism targets the religious element of judaism just as much as it targets the ethnic element. antisemitism has most frequently appeared throughout history as jews being forbidden from practicing our religion, being forced to remove religious garments and eat treyf and have our synagogues barred or demolished. even now, religious and cultural apathy in american jews is in large part due to our forced assimilation. not long ago it was dangerous to be religiously jewish in public, so families started raising their kids less and less religious for their safety. every jewish character you see on TV is the kind who practices hanukkah and not much else. it would be wonderful if you could at least imply a difference.
    if you don’t feel there is a way for you to do that sensitively (i’m assuming you’re a goy or you probably wouldn’t be asking me this), that’s fair, but i hope you will consider it.

DON’T include:

  1. the obvious stereotypes.
    duh. no greedy bankers, no misogynistic or lecherous men, no doting or overbearing mothers with long island accents, no feeble nerdy men whose failure to live up to white masculinity is the butt of a joke. no mean adjectives attached to characters’ beautiful down-turned noses or lovely dark curly hair.
  2. nazis or nazi allegory characters.
    you haven’t mentioned the antagonists of your story, but just to be safe: if youre not jewish or romani, steer clear of nazis. seriously. jews have had enough of nazis.
  3. criticisms of judaism.
    i’m assuming you know this since you were sensitive enough to ask about representing jewish characters, but for the crowd: if you’re not jewish, it’s not your place to criticize judaism. somewhat related, but please don’t use your jewish characters as your mouthpiece for issues regarding israel and zionism. those conversations are way less intra-community since they affect others, but you cannot claim to hold a jewish point of view on them by having your jewish characters express “their” opinions.
  4. the word “jews.”
    i notice you didnt use this word in your ask! good. just like referring to women as “females” or trans people as “transgenders,” reducing jewish people to an adjective is a subtle but insidious way to strip our humanity. i know i’ve been saying “jews” a lot for convenience, but that’s a luxury i get as a jew myself :p
  5. resentment towards their family/community.
    if their parents are in the picture, i encourage you to write them as good parents. there are abusers in every culture, but there is a huge stereotype about jewish parents being abusive/manipulative (jewish mothers, in particular). leave the fiction about abusive jewish parents to jews. likewise, don’t have other authority figures in the characters’ jewish community mistreat or bore them.

that’s all i can think of for now. i hope this has been helpful at all, and please feel free to send me follow-up questions!!! good luck with your story.

Snog Me Senseless 2

A/N:  Snog Me Senseless was supposed to be a one shot, but then I got more requests for a part 2.  So I combined SMS part 2 with this request.  I can picture parts 3 and 4 already, but only if people really want them.  Let me know what you think please!  I’m not going to mark this as NSFW, but it is sweetly smutty in its own way.  

As always, a HUGE thank you to my betas, @little-black-dress-24,  @niallandharrymakemestrong and @emulateharry.  I consider myself blessed every day to have landed in this supportive community of writers. Next time for sure, @melissas173!!!

You sigh as Harry’s lips gently part yours, and your hands reach to wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth closer to yours as you slide your tongue along his. He’s wrapped his left arm around your waist, and he’s leaning into you, using his slight height advantage to bend your head back as he deepens the kiss. Your emotions are swirling.  

It had only been a week since the frat party where you first learned to snog, and you had been practicing every day since with Harry.  Whereas his tongue had felt foreign inside your mouth the first time, you now relished the times when he kissed you like this, breathing through your respective noses to prolong the amount of time you could stay attached to each other.  It was nearly lunchtime, and Harry’s stomach was growling.  You hear the rumble and giggle a bit as you manage to move the gum he’s been chewing into your mouth as you end the kiss.  

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The Black Orchid

Originally posted by jooheonbebe

Genre: Smut

Word count: +/- 4k

Office. Paperwork. Meeting. Phones calls. More paperwork. Contracts. More meetings.

That was his routine almost on a day to day basis. Being one of the wealthiest men in the whole province had its pros and cons, but it sure did include a whole lot of stress, so he had to find a way to relax and lay back.

And he did.

It was well past 9 pm when he had left his enormous office on the last floor of a twenty-storey building after the umpteenth day of his usual agenda. He grabbed the jacket of his suit from the back of his office chair and put it on in a swift movement, mentally going through the path that would lead him to her. He pushed the button to call the elevator, the big metal box signaling its arrival with a ding sound soon after. He couldn’t get her out of his mind the whole way: her silky voice ringing in his ears; the fullness of her lips and the way they moved whenever she spoke or smiled; the rich dark color of her complexion that seemed made from the finest mahogany with the subtlest golden undertones whenever the light hit her smooth skin. She was absolutely divine. His Adam’s apple bobbed lightly behind the skin of his throat at the thought, his tongue grazing his lips almost subconsciously.

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Your Favourite Shitty Student

| Warnings: Smut, teacher kink, and daddy kink. |



She sighed as she sat up from the grass and stretched her back. She was sitting behind her school, why? Because she wanted to piss off her favourite teacher.

She decided she had held out long enough to promptly annoy him, and decided to head to History, the class he taught.

She inhaled before opening the door to his classroom, she was 27 minutes late, but she didn’t care, she wanted all the attention from her teacher that she could get. And the best way to get attention from a teacher, was to be a shit student.

Turning the knob, she walked in, and all eyes landed on her, except the teachers, he didn’t even need to turn around to see who it was.

“Miss [Y/L/N], see me after class.” He said in a tired voice, clearly irritated by her actions, but she just grinned.

“Yes, sir.” She took her seat towards the front of the class and the teacher continued his lesson, though, she wasn’t paying attention.

She was too busy admiring the way his white button down shirt and black jeans fit his lanky body, and how his chocolate brown eyes followed the words he scribbled onto the blackboard. How his large hands gripped the chalk he was holding, how his brown hair swept to the side. This teacher was unlike her others; he was young, laid back, and extremely attractive. Everything about her teacher drove her insane. She bit her lip to hide a smile as she thought of all the ways his hands could hold various parts of her, and how soft his pink lips would feel on hers.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and while the other students gathered their things to go home, she sat still, wondering if her teacher would address her and tell her off or if this would be another silent detention like the last three, leaving her to her thoughts, her filthy thoughts.

As soon as all the students left the classroom, the teacher sat back down at his desk, and began scribbling something onto some papers, he was grading them, or so she assumed.

10 minutes passed and he still hadn’t said anything, but unknown to him, he was driving her wild.

Every once and awhile, he’d mess with his hair, ruffling it, making it stick up in spots. Or he’d crack his knuckles, the sound echoing through the near empty room. And most importantly, he’d loosened his black tie and undone a few buttons on his shirt.

This fucker was killing her softly, so she decided to be bold, unusually bold. She stood up from her desk, and walked over to her teacher, leaned down, and laid her hands upon the top of the desk.

He didn’t look up from what he was doing, he just continued to look down through his glasses at the work he was doing. She spoke up in the most sensual voice she could muster. “Guess what, Mr. Howell.”

He raised an eyebrow, still not looking up at her. “What is it, Miss [Y/L/N]?”

She leaned down even further, hoping to force him to look at her.

“I’m not wearing any knickers.”

She smirked to herself, quite proud she had managed to state that without stuttering or turning red. Mr. Howell, however, was not phased by this. At least, not to her.

‘What a dirty student I have.’ He thought as he shifted in his seat.

She wouldn’t give up though, she’d sat through his tortures for too long, and he was going to learn what she thought of him.

She walked around his desk, behind his chair, and wrapped her arms around his torso, straightening him in his seat and resting her chin on his shoulder. “You fucker, don’t you realise what you do to me?” She whispered in his ear.

He removed her hands from his body and swiftly got up from his chair. And suddenly she realised how tall he actually was. He stood at over a foot taller than her.

“Miss [Y/L/N], I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. But I am your teacher, and you don’t need to talk to me this way.” He spoke, but he didn’t sound angry, he sounded somewhat disappointed. However, she wasn’t about it stop anytime soon. She grabbed his tie, and pulled him down so she could look into his eyes. “Shh, Mr. Howell. I want this, I want you. I don’t fucking care if you’re my teacher. I need you.” She emphasised the last three words by whining slightly, brushing her lips against his.

“I don’t want to get arrested.” He said quietly, guiltily enjoying her attention. She smirked, “You won’t, if we’re careful enough.” She pressed her lips against his, and he kissed back, placing his large hands upon her hips. She let go of his tie and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pulled away from the kiss and whispered into his ear, “Sit back down.” As she walked over to the classroom door, locking it and rolling down the blinds.

She walked back over to him, and straddled his lap, slowly grinding her bare core against his clothed crotch, causing the area below her to get harder. “I wish you knew what you did to me.” She whispered into his ear as she kissed down his neck. “I wish you knew how I touch myself at night, thinking about how our bodies would fit together-” She kissed his collarbone. “-or how you sound when you’re pleasured-” She unbuttoned his shirt and yanked off his tie. “-or how you’d feel inside of me.”

He gulped slightly, shifting underneath her as she felt his member twitch uncomfortably through his jeans. She just laughed, and crawled off of his lap, fiddling with his belt buckle. She slid down his jeans and underwear in one pull. She got on her knees in front of him, and took his member in her hands, pumping it slowly.

“You know, Mr. Howell, you’re a hell of a lot bigger than I ever imagined you’d be.” She smiled and kissed the tip of his member, causing him to moan softly.

Slowly, she took his length in her mouth, his member hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head slowly, as his hand found its way to her hair, gripping it tightly.

Leaning his head back in pleasure, he closed his eyes and moaned out occasionally. She started going faster, and his moans became more frequent and louder.

“Fuck,” he stuttered out. “I can’t last much longer.” She smirked and bobbed her head faster, him coming unglued under her.

He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all. She smiled fondly at her teacher, and sat back down on his lap, rubbing his chest softly.

“You taste good, daddy.” She said as she kissed his lips softly. A faint blush upon each of their faces. As one hand cupped her cheek and the other laid upon her thigh, rubbing it as softly as she was rubbing his chest. They shared a slow, passionate kiss.

But then, the class phone rang, startling both of them and breaking them apart, a line of saliva connecting their pink lips. She broke the string of saliva while he reached for the phone, clearing his throat before answering it.

“Hello? Yes, she’s here.” He looked up at her and mouthed 'It’s your mum.’ She nodded, laying her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them softly, his hand still on her thigh as he listened to her mum on the other end of the line.

“Yes, I had her stay after class for being tardy, yes, she has detention for a week, yes, I’ll send her home now. Okay, bye.” He leaned back up and hung up the phone, looking at her fondly. “Sorry for giving you detention.” He smiled.

She just laughed. “It’s fine, as long as I’m the only person stuck with you.” He nodded. “Oh trust me, you will be.”

She got up from his lap, and they both stood. He pulled his trousers back up and she began fixing his shirt and tie. He smoothed out her hair and kissed her forehead softly.

“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” He smirked as he rested his forehead upon hers, playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Yeah I know, but I’m your naughty girl.” She kissed him, and walked to her desk to pick up her bag. Walking to the door, she turned around and looked at him.

“Oh, and Mr. Howell?”

“Yes, [Y/N]?”

“Open my desk when I leave.” She waved at him and left the room.

He stood by the door, watching her walk down the hallway and out the front doors. He walked over to her desk and saw a piece of paper, sprayed with her favourite perfume, and neatly folded with “Mr. Howell” written on it.

He unfolded the paper and grinned to himself when he read it.

“Here’s my number, call me tonight, and by the way, Mr. Howell? I love when you wear your glasses, even though we both know you don’t need them.

- Love, [Y/N], your favourite shitty student.”