Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came form nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible.
“The first time Clarke sees the Head Girl she’s sitting on a throne,
presiding over her dominion with a piercing stare and a crown of braids
in her hair. Her warriors are spread at her feet, a multitude of them,
all long-haired and wild and clad in identical brown regalia. There’s
something of the sacred about her, like the crimson cloak draped across
her shoulders and her divinity are one and the same.
Summary: When you were maddeningly in love with your best friend/fuck buddy, bringing him as a date to a wedding was probably not the best idea.
Genre/Count: Smut & Fluff [ NC-17 ] | 11.7k words
Note: alkewrjaer so excited to finally post this after sitting in my drafts for years. meet m’boy fuccboi!hoseok.
It was never a good idea and you should’ve stopped it from the first time, or the first week, the first month, before it went too far. But you didn’t. You were sucked into his world and him into yours. Although your lives were entangled from the very beginning, it was never meant to go this far.
Hoseok pushed himself into you again, feeling the tightness wrapping snugly around him as he released a low groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, always so good.” He buried his face in your neck as you twisted your fingers into the soft strands of his chocolate locks. He growled and thrusted into you over and over, bringing you to the edge. “Babe, shit. Goddamn, you’re so tight. Pussy always so good for me. Only for me.” He jerked his hips particularly hard, hitting that delicious spot inside of you. “Tell me.”
“Only for you,” you echoed in a gasp, head thrown back as your body arched off the bed. His mouth captured one of your peaks. The heat a contrast against the cool of his room. His abs, defined and beautiful, were layered by a sheen layer of sweat as he pounded into you. Moans tumbled from both your lips, swallowed by his mouth covering yours.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, nipping his way down your jaw and your neck. He knew you hated it when he marked you, hated it because everyone could see. What he didn’t know was that you mostly hated it because it made things more real than it actually was. A whine left your lips as he continued to print shades of blue onto the canvas of your skin. “I’m so close, babe, come with me.”
And you would. You always did, after all. Your fingers found purchase on his broad shoulders as he moved faster, pushing into you deeper and harder. The tension coiled in your stomach as the electricity coursed through your veins and straight to the space between your thighs, space filled by, and only by, Hoseok. The orgasm wracked shudders in your body as you let out a cry, the same time Hoseok groaned into your neck. Heavy breaths heaved your chest as Hoseok pulled out with a small grunt and slumped onto the space next to you.
The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes. The deafening emptiness drawing your fears forward. It always happened. No matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him, you’ve regretted every single one. The two of you were stuck in this limbo with too many questions and not a single answer.
he literally said being female is not that important to him when looking for a partner.
he said don’t knock it til you try it about hooking up with men.
so sure you can go ahead and ignore the rainbow flags, the rainbow pin, the social media posts in support of the lgbtqia community, the michael sam jersey and just brush everything off as harry ‘being a good ally’.
but the people who think harry isn’t straight aren’t reaching or trying to ‘forcibly out him’ they’re listening to the words coming out of his own fucking mouth.
Most Memorable Dresses: Elizabeth Hurley’s Black Versace Gold Safety Pin dress, so well known that it’s often just referred to as “THAT dress,” worn when she accompanied Hugh Grant to the premiere of Four Weddings and a Funeral in 1994.