Request- Hello! I am one of those silent followers hehe.. I would be really happy if you could write about you being BTS’s fashion designer and Tae being the Gucci king he is, would be fascinated by your job and get closer to you…
This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned!
Sorry this took me so long sweetie, I’m such a little shit. Thank you so much for requesting.
When people asked you about your job, you always said you loved it. Which was the truth. You were head designer for BTS for the last four years, you really did love your job, and you loved the people you work with. Over the years you become close to all the boys, but one of them in particular.
“Taehyung.” You called from the fitting room. You were measuring all the boys for the comeback outfits. You were writing down Namjoon’s measurements, the last one you took, you didn’t even notice Taehyung come in. Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You jump in his hold. “Jesus, Taehyung don’t do that!”
“Sorry. You smell so good, Y/N.” Taehyung always knew how to make you blush. He nuzzled his nose into your neck. You had to admit you loved when Taehyung was touchy with you.
“Stop distracting me! I need to get you measured and try some of my ideas out on you.” You huff out, breaking his hold on you. You take out the measuring tape.
“I like that I distract you.” Taehyung mumbled under his breath, taking off his jacket, but you still caught it. You chose to ignore it, walking over to him. He start to measure his arms, his waist, then his shoulders.
You couldn’t not notice how buff Taehyung was getting. His shoulders broadened out to twice the size they were, since their debut. You finished up measuring him, you had caught feelings for Taehyung. He was always interested in your work. He was always supportive of your ideas and designs telling you not to shy away, to be bigger and bolder. He definitely upped your confidence over the years.
“Okay, so we’re doe here. But I have an outfit I’ve been working on. It’s not for the comeback or anything, I was just wondering if you could try it out for me. I think it will fir you well.” You were a little scared he’d find it weird and not want to wear it. You nervously played with your fingers.
“Y/N, I’d be honoured to wear anything you created.” Taehyung smiled brightly down at you. You let out a little sigh of relief. You walked over to the rack of clothes, pulling the outfit out.
“Thank you, Tae.” You smiled shyly, handing him the clothes. You expected for Taehyung to wait for you to leave, but he started to strip right in front you. You tried to get out as fast as you could, that boy was trying to make you flustered, with little to no effort. It was rather easy for him to make you fluster, only him though.
You anxiously wanted outside the fitting room, for Taehyung to put the clothes on. You paced back and forth, this was going to be your own line of clothes. This wasn’t a concept you had to follow for Bangtan.
“You can come in now.” Taehyung shouted through the fitting room door. You turned the handle, taking a deep breath to calm your self down a little. You walked in, Taehyung was looking at himself in the mirror. The clothes fitted his lean figure perfectly.
“Turn for me.” He obeys, turning about to you. You begin to adjust the jacket on his body, pulling it to sit on his shoulders properly. You sigh in content, looking up to his Taehyung staring at you intently.
“What?” You question, your hands still on his chest.
“I.. I just love when you smile like that… I really love this outfit Y/N. Y’know I’d love to see more of your designs, stop hiding them from me.” Taehyung frowns down at you. You giggle a little.
“We’ll see. Well you’re free to go back to whatever you were doing. Sorry for holding you up.” You smile sweetly.
“You weren’t holding me up, I love this. Thank you for letting me try it on-”
“It’s yours, Tae. I made it for you.” Taehyung came closer, but you cut him off. “I have to go get some fabric before the shop closes. I’ll be calling you soon for your fitting,” You give Taehyung one last smile before leaving your little studio.
You were spending another late night at your studio, sewing the boys concept outfits together. You were nearly down with their MV outfits, sewing up a jacket for Seokjin. You had music blaring through your speakers, singing along to spice girls, you were in your happy place.
“I didn’t know you were a spice girl fan.” You’re head whips around to Taehyung smirking at you in your door way. “Mind if I come in?”
“Not at all, come in.” You smile waving him over. He walks over like hes on a Gucci catwalk, he sets a bag down on your table. “Ohh, what did you bring.” You stand up walking over to sit beside Taehyung. You only know realised you hadn’t eaten his lunch today, it was now past midnight.
“I just got some takeout from the noddle bar down the street. I thought you’d be hungry.” He smiles back at you, taking a container out of the bag, handing you it along with some chopsticks.
“Ugh, I am. I’m starving, you’re a life saver Taehyung.” You squeeze his fore arm, before diving into your food. You can’t help but notice Taehyungs eyes never leaving your figure, it made you blush, His strong gaze taking over mind.
“It’s also a thank you, for a few weeks ago. I really appreciate the clothes, I love them. They’re just my style.” Taehyung winks at you. You avert your gaze from his winking face, so you wouldn’t choke on your food.
You and Taehyung finish off your meals making small conversation about the up coming comeback. You lean back in your chair yawning, stretching a little, sitting up again to look at Taehyung. His hair fell perfectly on his face, his skin was so soft looking. You just wanted to kiss his cheeks.. his neck.. his collarbones.
“Can I see what your working on?” Taehyung breaks the silence. You stand up walking over to your sewing machine.
“Sure, it’s a jacket for Seokjin-”
“No, not what you’re working on for us. I want to see what your working on, for your own line.” Taehyung speaks softly in his deep voice, it was very comforting for you.
“Mhmm, I dunno..” You hesitate.
“Please.” Taehyung pleads, his soft brown eyes melting you. You agree, You pull out your sketch pad, walking back over to your desk to sit beside Taehyung again.
“They’re just sketches I’m playing with, so I dunno. They’re not really all that good.” You scratch your head nervously, as Taehyung flicks through your sketches. You couldn’t read his expression of rather he liked it or not. His eyebrows knit together, as he turns to look at you.
“Y/N… These are amazing oh my god! There’s so many things I want in here. You’re so talented, you know that right. wow.. When you put on a fashion show I better be a model.” Taehyung blurts out chuckling.
“Thank you, Tae.” You giggle. “Of course, you’ll be my main model, wouldn’t have anyone else.” You giggle.
“You better not.” You just now realised how close you and Taehyung were an inch away from your noses touching.
“I.. I better get back to work.” You pull away.
Over the next few weeks you try your best to avoid Taehyung. It wasn’t because you didn’t like him, more like the opposite. You really like him.. more then a friend. You were afraid someone would notice and say something, you couldn’t have that.
So you distanced yourself and spent your time working in your studio. Lucky for you Taehyung was always at practice, getting ready for their comeback. But you couldn’t avoid him for much longer, you needed to get him fitted in his comeback outfit.
You took a deep breath, texting him to let him know you were going to be in your studio all day, he could pop in whenever. It wasn’y five minutes since you sent the text and Taehyung was busting through your studio door.
“Ohh, you’re here quick.. You know I’m here all day, you can come back if you were busy.” You avert your gaze to the stack of fabric testers.
“I was free. I’m free all day, so shall we start.” He noticed you not looking at him, keeping to your self. Just like you had the last few weeks, it hurt him to see you distancing yourself from him.
“Everything already in the fitting room, call me in when you’re dressed.” You gesture in the direction of the fitting room, leaving him to it.
“Y/N, I’m ready.” Taehyung calls after a few minutes. You enter the small room, taking in his appearance, your eyes scanning over his clothes.
“Thank god, they fit perfectly.” You sigh in relief, walking closer to him, your hands smoothing over his torso, fixing his blazer. “By the way, this colours good on you.” You say without even noticing. Taehyung grabs your hands, slamming your back against the wall of the fitting room. His eyes, glaring into yours.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks, his voice a little harsher then it was a few moments ago. You look up to his face in shook, his body was flush against yours. You were finding it hard not to moan out.
“Stop the bullshit Y/N. You have and you know it.” He holds both your hands over your head with one of his hands. His other arm circles around your waist, bringing you chest to chest with him. “Or, is it because I make you nervous? huh? Do you think about me in this way? Do you want my lips on yours, as I grind my hips into your? I’ve thought of you like that, so many times.” Taehyung confesses, grinding his hips into yours.
“I have.” You whisper out, Taehyungs hot breath was making your skin itch with want. You wanted him so badly, right now.
“Mhm, baby what do you want me to do?” He smirks, starting to kiss you roughly. His lips moving against yours in a passionate kiss, claiming his mouth as his, slipping his tongue into your mouth, through your parted lips.
“Taehyung, I want you.” You breath out against his lips. You can feel Taehyung smirking against them.
“That’s all I ever wanted to hear.” Taehyung moves back from you, turning around to strip himself of his clothes, leaving him completely bare in front of you. His skin was beautiful, it was like a blank canvas you wanted to mark with hickeys and your nails. He was so much buffer then he looked with clothes on.
“I didn’t want to ruin your work, but I will ruin your clothes.” Taehyung takes quite strides back to your his lips attacking yours again, in a hungry kiss. His hands com up to your chest, ripping open your blouse, buttons flying around the room.
He slips the material down your arms letting it fall to the floor, he kisses down your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. His hands moving behind your to remove your bra. His mouth moves further down, planting soft kisses on your breasts.
You can’t help the moan after moan that slips past your lips, you loved how his hands touched you, your body melting under his soft kisses and possessive gropes with his hands over your body. You loved it.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” Taehyung trails his kisses down your stomach, until he hits the top of your jeans. He unbuttons your jeans pulling them slowly over the curve of your ass. “You’re not wearing panties.” Taehyung looks up at you.
“Ohh, I haven’t really hand time to wash my clothes, I’ve to busy with the comeback.” You blush, embarrassed. Taehyung kisses your mound.
“I think it’s really hot. I just wish I knew sooner.” He pulls your jeans down the rest of the way, helping your step out of them. He kisses your bare thighs, teasing you.
“Taehyung please.” You whine out. Taehyung stopped teasing you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, so he could eat your pussy. He starts to lick up and down your pussy, his tongue circling your centre.
“You taste so good, baby. I could eat you out forever.” His tongue was working wonders, your hands was holding on to his shoulders to balance you. You were seeing stars, the longer he licked at your pussy.
“Fuck, Taehyung t-that’s amazing.” You moaned out, your nails digging into his broad shoulder blades. Taehyung pulls back from your pussy, putting your leg down, your juices on his lips.
“I need to fuck you, my balls are about to explode.” Taehyung hands smooth down to your back, down to your ass, gripping it firmly, hoisting your up around his hips. Your legs wrap around his hips, your slick pussy grinding against his hard dick.
“Taehyung, I need you.. please.” Taehyung lines his dick at your entrance, his tip pushing in slowly. You were taking inch by inch, till he was fully in. His head rested against your shoulder.
“Fuck, how are you so tight?” He moaned out.
“Please move.” You gasped out. Taehyung pulled his head back to kiss your lips one last time, before slamming his hips up into your. He was fucking your hard up against the wall. Your back slammed against it every time he trust into you.
“You feel so good around me, your pussy taking me so well.” Taehyung grunted into your ear, kissing your neck softly, it was nothing like how he was fucking you. He was fucking you with force, passion, lust.
“ Taehyung, please don’t s-stop.” You pant out, his dick was hitting the right spot, over and over again. You were a moaning mess for Taehyung, your hands clung to his back wanting to keep him close.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my dick.” Taehyung grunts in your ear. Your orgasm washes over you, Taehyungs hips snapping harder into yours.
“Yes Taehyung, oh god.” You scream out in satisfaction. Your head was lolled back in pleasure, Taehyung kept slamming his hips into yours, chasing his high. Spilling his seed into you, trusting a few more times, before stopping.
Your back was against the cold wall. Taehyung had his arms wrapped around you tightly, his head in the crock of your neck. His breathing uneven, panting, just like you. You ran your finger through his sweaty hair.
“I’ve wanted to do that do so long, baby.” Taehyung chuckles against you.
I don’t know if this is what you wanted, or if I did this right? Please let me know. I love feed back.
Thank you for reading! Oh and my masterlist is a little fuck at the moment so if you want it, ask and i’ll reblog it. It hasn’t been updated with like the last to fics so sorry, but I will be making a new one that will be up in the next few days.
Description: Based on true story. (The names were replaced)
A/N: Not requested, I just really needed to write about it. I’ve been bottling it all up for four years and it’s probably going to eat me alive. You know what’s funny, though? Is that his real name (the guy in the story) is actually Joshua, and he’s half Japanese. (I’m sorry in advance for the many references btw vv)
Y/N=Your Name, L/N=(Your) Last Name, POV=Point Of View
It was a crisp winter day. The day that she decided to go out and face the world. She wrapped herself with a warm sweater and headed out to their garage and took her bike out. She hopped on the seat and began pedaling, beginning her journey.
She aimlessly rode through the streets, having no particular destination. She just wanted to get out of that house. She hated to be there.
She hated how her parents pretend that everything’s alright even though it’s not. She hated how they looked down at her because she’s younger. She hated how they think that she doesn’t understand what’s going on, because she does.
She knows that they aren’t okay. She knows that the only reason they’re still together is because of her, not because they still love each other.
She pulled up on the side of the street, where some benches were placed. She hopped out of the bike seat and rest her bike on the ground. She sat down on the bench and propped her elbow on the bench’s arm rest and rest her head against the palm of her hand.
She took in her surroundings and enjoyed the view. It wasn’t the best, but for her any view is perfect as long as it wasn’t her house.
Her eyes landed on a particular boy. One with bright yellow hair, mocha eyes, and blue-sky hands.
She immediately began shaking and she felt her breathing become heavy and her heartbeat go faster.
She wonders if he still remembers her. A part of her says that it has been three years and that she’s basically unrecognizable because her style wasn’t the same anymore. (What’s funny is that every time that she changes her hairstyle, she always wonders the same thing, will he remember her or not?) But another part of her wanted him to remember her. Because maybe, just maybe, things would go back to the way it used to.
He was talking to another boy, one that she had never seen before.
One thing that she noticed is that Joshua never hanged out with his old friends anymore. She would know. Because his old friends usedto be her friends, too.
When she met Joshua, her life felt complete. They instantly clicked. They both have the same likes and dislikes and his personality was really fitting with hers.
He introduced her to his group of friends who, coincidentally, lives at the houses right next to hers.
His group of friends mostly consisted of guys: Brendon, Tyler, and Dallon. The only girl, though, is Tyler’s sister, Madison.
She remembered how she always does her homework really fast just so her mom would let her go outside and played with them. How everyday she would always hangout in their lounge, waiting for Joshua to call her name for them to play.
She was nine when they started to hangout and on her 11th birthday, she invited all of them to her house to celebrate. She also invited a couple of cousins and a couple of “friends” from school (she was certain that they just wanted to come because there were lots of food).
And a couple of days subsequent to the party, it was Tuesday. Joshua told her that he had to move to another house because their old house was being renovated.
He didn’t move that far. Just at the other side of the village, that’s why she wasn’t that bothered. Besides, he promised that he would come by her house and still hang out with her.
She snapped out of her trance and immediately jumped up from her seat. She hopped on her bike and sped through the streets to go back to her house.
And when she passed him she swore she saw him glance at her for a second.
‘Maybe I’m just over exaggerating,’ she thought when she got to her room.
‘Maybe it wasn’t as perfect as I thought it was.’
Her mind was filled with maybes and it was driving her insane.
She sighed and sat down on her bed.
She then remembered that particular time when the guys were playing and she and Madison just watched. She remembered looking at her and telling her something which made her cry.
She doesn’t remember what she said exactly but it was definitely not something mean. Maybe it’s just how she said it or how she looked while saying it.
She remembered how everyone got angry at her and Tyler giving her a dirty look even though she told them that she didn’t do anything, because really, she wouldn’t hurt a soul intentionally. Despite all her protests, nobody believed her.
She also remembers the time when she was at Joshua’s house. They were talking about nothing in particular when she saw a girl on her bike eyeing Josh.
Joshua saw the she wasn’t paying attention and followed her gaze.
“Her name is Debby. We used to hang out together,” he told her.
“Used to? What happened?” She asked.
“She told me that she liked me, but I don’t like her back,” he replied.
“And then you never hanged out with her?” She asked.
“Yep,” he said.
She remembered how she was such a nervous wreck that day. She was so afraid that he would find out that she liked him and never hang out with her, too.
She also remembered the times when Joshua warned her about people. First, he warned her about Dallon, and told her not to talk to him. She obeyed even though everything he warned her about Dallon was unlikely true.
The next time he warned her about someone, it was Tyler and Brendon. He told her that they betrayed him and to ignore them also.
She also remembered the time when Brendon was talking and he began rambling. So, to snap him out of it, she decided to playfully slap him a couple times.
He cried after she did that and told his mom about it. He told his mom that she slapped him really hard even though she swore that she slapped him softly.
His mom, being the strict parent that she is, told Brendon to never hangout with her again.
And he did just that.
A couple of months later, though. She and Brendon began to hangout again. They decided to call Joshua to play with them but his father told them that he wasn’t home. A couple of minutes after they left, though. They saw Joshua leave the house with his bike.
She also remembered the times when she would try so badly to speak her opinion, but she would never have the chance. Because really, they never really cared about her.
She remembered how every time she would pass by any of them, they would pretend that she was a complete stranger.
Except Dallon, though.
Dallon tried to talk to her again, but she shut her door on him because Joshua told her to ignore him. She really regret doing so.
She sighed once again.
“It wasn’t really as perfect as I thought it was,” she mumbled to herself.
And at that moment, she questioned herself. What was the point?
Maybe there was a reason that Josh never talked to her again. Maybe he found out that she liked him. Or maybe she was the one that pushed him away.
She’ll never know for sure.
All she knows that Joshua never came by her house, and the last thing he ever said to her is that he had something important to tell her, that something is a thing she’ll never know,
Because that Tuesday was the last time they ever talked.
Summary: Your friendship with the maknae of BTS suddenly turns into something else. You don’t know exactly why or when this happened but you sure know there is no going back. Will you regret it in the end?
Genre: Slight smut, but not quite there. Yet.
Inspired by: The Point of no Return - The Phantom of the Opera (do me a favor and listen to it if tou haven’t already)
You felt your
phone vibrate against your thigh while you entered the exam room to check on
your patient for what seemed like the billionth time that day. It was an
unusually slow day at the hospital, and that seemed like a great change of pace
at first, but turned out to be very frustrating as you watched the hours pass
by and tried to keep busy until your shift ended. Nothing had changed since
your last examination 5 minutes ago, except that now you seemed to make Dubu’s (a
very adorable abyssinian cat) owner a little anxious with the excessive
attention they were receiving from you. You smiled at her reassuringly from
across the exam table, while you scratched Dubu’s head caringly, silently
telling them everything was okay. As you eyed Dubu’s iv fluid bag you noticed
that it was almost over, and forced yourself to come to terms with the fact
that you would have to discharge your only distraction for the night.
Request- Baby making smut with namjoon please? And it was successful and you announce your pregnant to him? Please be smutty and fluffy!!! Thank you so much, sweet pea!!!
Here you are, hope it doesn’t suck to much. Feed back is always really appreciated!!
This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned!!
This is Namjoons reaction to you telling him you made a baby together. Why am I doing this to myself? I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE!! ^^^^
Babies? You and Namjoon never really talked about them, you knew you both wanted them but knew it wasn’t the time. Anytime a relative asked yous when there would be an addition to your little family you would both shrug it off. But now all your friends were planning and having kids, as time can be your enemy when it comes to having children.
You ignored it, until your bestfriend had her baby. You fell in love with the baby, its little feet and the little socks to go on the little feet. You decided maybe it was time. If you wanted to long, you might not be able to have babies, so. And hey its fun making them, you thought.
“Baby, I’m home.” You hear Namjoons deep voice call and the door slam. A wide smile crosses your face. When you first started dating Namjoon it was always changing and fun. You both were always trying new things, so yous wouldn’t get bored. But here you both were, so domestic, yet, so happy. You loved the life you were leading Namjoon.
“Hey.” Namjoon entered the living room taking a seat beside you on the couch, he slide his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. He kissed your temple, wrapping his arms around your waist, your head lay against his hard chest.
“Namjoon.” You called out to his.
“Yeah, baby.” He ran his fingers through your hair. You took a deep breath, you were just asking, there was no harm in that right? You move your head so your making eye contact with him. Your looking into his deep chocolate brown eyes, their melting you.
“Umm.. What do you want for dinner?” You smile, you chickened out, what if he didn’t want babies with you, it all scared you.
Over the next couple of weeks you tried to work up the courage to ask him about having a baby. You always wanted to be a mother, and being a parent with Namjoon would just be the cherry up top. So when your friend asked you to baby sit their four mouth old, you dove at the chance. You were in the middle of your sitting room swaying back and forth with the baby in yours arms. You were so entranced by the baby you didn’t even notice Namjoon leaning against the door frame, watching you.
“Is she asleep?” Namjoon asks, starling you, taking you out of your trace. You look over your shouldering at him.
“Yeah, shes out.” You smile turning back to admire the baby some more. Namjoon strode up behind you, looking at the baby over your shoulder, he kisses your temple.
“Can I hold her?” You smile at his question, turning around to carefully hand him the baby, making sure shes comfortable in his arms so she wouldn’t wake. She looked so tiny in his large hands. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. He was nervous holding, as he didn’t want to drop the delicate little girl, yet he was smiling, because she was so beautiful and peaceful looking.
“She’s beautiful.” He whispers more to himself then to you.
That night you lay in Namjoons arms in bed, snuggling into his warm embrace. His hand was stroking up and down your arm, comforting you.
“Baby?” He calls whispers against your head.
“Let’s have a baby.” You freeze, are you dreaming? Have you already fallen asleep?
“Really?!” You burst out, sitting up in the bed to look at him with wide eyes, he chuckles.
“Yes, baby. I’m being serious. I saw you with the baby earlier, I know you want one and quite frankly, I do too. I would be honoured if you would be my baby moma.” You burst out laughing.
“You did not just call me your baby moma.” You grin, he grabbed his hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles.
“Let’s have a baby, I think we’d be great parents, for real, will be in this together, okay. Every step of the way.” He kissed your knuckles, pulling you till you were laying on top of him, your noses nearly touching. His hands were on your waist.
“Let’s have a baby.” You giggle, before pressing your lips to his. You both start to move your lips against one another, your tongue slipping past his lips. Your quick to straddle his hips, starting to grind down on his dick, which was growing fast. His hands ran down your back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You lean back, pulling the top you stole from Namjoon off, exposing you bare breasts, which Namjoon is quick to lean forward and kiss.
“Fuck.” You hiss out, when he sucks on your nipple, pulling it between his teeth. You loved how Namjoon only wore boxers to bed, it made having morning sex a lot easier too. His hand slips between your legs and into your panties, rubbing your clit in small circles.
“You’re so wet baby.” He smirks at you, but you just continue kissing down his neck. Namjoon hooks his arm around your waist, rolling you over so he was on top. He smirks down at you lowering himself, kissing down your chest, stomach to your pantie line. He uses his fingers to slowly take off your lacy panties, maintaining eye contact the whole time. So there off, he spreads your legs wider, blowing on your wetness.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kim Namjoon.” You moan out. With that he presses his tongue to your pussy, licking up and down your slit. Sliding one finger into your centre, pumping it slowly, licking at your clit.
“Does it feel good baby? Should I add another?” He asks, already knowing your answer.
“Please, Namjoon. I need more.” You pant out.
“What do you want me to do baby?” You look between your legs, to see a smirking Namjoon. You huff.
“I need you to fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit, please.” You beg, needing more to send you over the edge.
“Okay, baby.” Namjoon adds another finger, pumping it faster and harder in and out of you, he leans down to lick at your pussy again.
“Oh, that f-feels so good. Please, keep going.” You pant out, feeling an orgasm beginning to build in your stomach.
“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Namjoon helps you ride out your high by pumping his fingers faster. You chant his name like a mantra, cumming all over his fingers. He takes his fingers out, raising them to his face and licking your juices off of them.
“You taste so good, baby. Now, let me fuck you so you can’t walk tomorrow.” He smirks, swiftly taking off his boxers, joining you back on the bed, taking his position between your legs again.
“Is that a promise?” You challenge, smirking at him. Namjoon his dick up and down your pussy, collecting your slickness. He slowly eases into you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around me.” He moans into your neck, kissing the nape. Your hands slide into his hair, pulling on the strands, he starts to fuck you. Its slow at first, but he picks up the speed.
“Mhmm, you feel so good around me, Joonie. You fill me up so good.” You moan into his ear. You get a grunt from, as starts to slam into your harder. Skin slapping together. You feel your second orgasm approaching, your walls tightening around his dick. You pull more forcefully on his hair, arching your back into his chest more, your erect nipples grinding against his toned chest.
“Oh, fuck.” Namjoon grunts out, your walls clench around him even more, and you can feels his dick twitch inside you, before hes filling you up with his cum. He continues to fuck you, milking his orgasm, before collapsing on top of you. He snuggles into your chest, his arms around your waist.
“We might have just made a baby.” He kisses the soft skin of your chest, you smiles, threading your fingers through his hair, to comfort him.
Namjoon leans up against the wall opposite the bathroom door, it had been the longest ten minutes of his life. You finally open the door, your heads down. Namjoon instantly pulling you into a tight hug.
“Baby, its okay. We can try again, okay.” Namjoon strokes your hair, rubbing your back with soft circles. You lean up to his ear.
“I’m pregnant.” You pull back, looking at his confused face.
“Your pregnant?” You nod. Namjoon picks you up spinning you around, holding you tight against him. “Your serious, oh my god. WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” Namjoon shouts, cupping your face pressing his lips against yours.
“I love you, Namjoon.” You smile up at him, he has tears in his eyes.
“I love you more, baby. Ahh, my baby is having my baby.” He sing songs.
Author’s Note: This is kinda crap but I’m totally obsessed with Tom Holland and Spider-Man Homecoming so come on this wild ride and be trash with me! Give me feedback please I promise I’ll get to it in like 10 years
Summary: Reader and Peter (slant rhyme woo) are friends and both on the Avengers. They’re training in the gym and things get s t e a m y…
He needs her more than anything else; he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth along his shoulders. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her.
Illuminate series, Pt. I, Pt. II Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character Rating: Explicit Words: 1898
They tumble through the hotel room door, his palm swiftly pushing it shut behind their entangled bodies. Her hands wander up his chest and her arms find their way around his neck, a magnetic force drawing her to him. Their lips detach from one another’s during brief moments when both of them push their jackets off their shoulders and remove their shoes in a hurry. He pulls her shirt over her head and her fingers work fast to unbutton his and removes it from his body while his hands move to cup her bottom.
- Be responsible for yourself, so I don’t have to do that for you, too. - I’m hard on myself. Assure me that I’m good, just the way I am. - Tell me that you appreciate my advices. - Be fair, and attentive, like I am. - Apologize when you are wrong. This helps me forgive. - Help me loosen up a bit, and teach me how to laugh at myself. But please, listen to my concerns first.
(Most common type among ISTJs, ESTJs, and INTJs)
- Tell me you appreciate me. Be specific about why. - Share your joy with me. - Do care about my problem, even if I’m busy with yours. - Let me know that I’m important and special to you. - Please be gentle, even if you have to criticize me. - In intimate relationships; assure me that you’re still interested in me. - Remind me that you love me. - Tell me I’m attractive, and you really like when people see us together.
(Most common type among ISFJs, ESFJs, ESFPs, INFJs, and ENFJs)
- Leave me alone when I work. - Please give me honest, but not critical feedback. - Help me to organize, and to keep my environment neat. - Don’t burden me with negative emotions. - Tell me that you like being with me. - Tell me that you’re proud of me and my achievements.
(Most common type among ESTJs, ENTJs, and ENFJs)
- Give me compliments often. They mean a lot. - Be a supportive friend, or partner. Help me to love others and to appreciate myself. - Please keep the power of my intuition, and foresight in respect. - Though I don’t always want people to cheer me up from my melancholy, sometimes you still have to bring back the light to my inner world. - DON’T tell me, that I’m too sensitive, or I overreact something!
(Most common type among ISFPs, INFJs, and INFPs)
- Please be independent, not a puppy. - Talk shortly, and straightforwardly. - I need to be alone to think. - Remember, if I appear to be distant, or arrogant, that’s because I feel uncomfortable. - Show me that you’re happy to see me, but don’t ever overact because that makes me doubt your honesty. - If I have to repeat something I said, and I become irritated, that’s because it was hard to say for the first time even. - Help me to avoid big parties, loud people, overheated emotions, and the violation of my privacy.
(Most common type among ISTPs, INTJs, and INTPs)
- Be straightforward and honest with me. - Pay attention to me. - Please don’t condemn me for my worry. - Let’s solve our problems together. - Assure me that everything’s OK between us. - Laugh, and joke around with me. - Lead me gently to new experiences. - Don’t overreact when I overreact something.
(Most common type among ISTJs, ESTJs, ISFJs, and ESFJs)
- Give me company, kindness, and freedom. - Have stimulating conversations, and laugh with me. - Appreciate my ideas, and listen to my stories. - Don’t try to change me. Accept me for who I am. - Be independent. I don’t like babysitting others. - Please don’t tell me what to do.
(Most common type among ESTPs, ENTPs, ESFPs, and ENFPs)
- Stand up for yourself… and for me. - Be confident, strong, and straightforward. - Don’t talk behind my back and don’t abuse my trust. - Dare to be vulnerable, and share your feelings with me. Notice, and admit that I have a delicate side, too. - Give me space to be alone. - Admit, and appreciate the things I do for you, but don’t try to dazzle me. - I often talk passionately. Please don’t take it personally. - When I rage, I break things, or I shout. Remember, this is how I work.
(Most common type among ESTPs, ENTJs, and ENTPs)
- It’s not what you say, it’s the way you say it. I’m sensitive to pressure and expectations. - I like being quiet and to serve, but don’t take advantage of me. - Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking, not even when I digress a little. - Give me enough time for decisions, and tasks. But you can push me gently. - Ask, if something’s not clear. - Please tell me, if you like me.
It won’t go to my head.
- Hug me, and show me your emotions physically. This helps me to open up. - I like a good conversation, but not an argument. - Let me know, if I did or said something right. - Laugh with me, and share your happiness with me.
(Most common type among ISTPs, INTPs, ISFPs and INFPs)
“Davey, I really don’t mind. My family would love to let you and Les stay for a bit. We’ve got an extra room,” she says.
“No,” I whisper. “We can get a job. They’re always looking for people to sell papers.” I shrug. “Besides, my parents need the money.”
“But-” she protests.
“We’ll be fine, (Y/N),” I insist.
She sighs and lays back on her bed. “Fine. But, I want to buy your first paper.”
I chuckle and sits next to her, running my fingers through her hair. “Of course.”
She smiles and moves her head to my lap. “Are you sure you can’t stay tonight?” she pleads.
“I’ve got to get home. My parents want us home.”
She pouts her lips. “For a few minutes?”
I smile and lay down next to her. “Fine, but I will have to leave.”
“Yeah, but not just yet.”
I really should have taken (Y/N) up on her offer to let us stay with her. Selling newspapers was a lot harder than I thought. I try to get anyone to take a paper while I watch Les sell with “the greatest Jack Kelly”. All I want is for my dad to get better so that I don’t have to keep doing this.
(Y/N) still hasn’t come by yet. She’s probably busy, though. She couldn’t have forgotten me, right? I mean, she still goes to school. And she helps her dad at work. I’m sure her mom needs help with something.
I sigh and look across the street. (Y/N)! She hands a dime to Les, who calls Jack over. He stops and stares at her, causing me to roll my eyes. He has no chance with her. As if I need another reason to hate him…
She smiles and leaves the two before coming over to me. “Finally!” she exclaims. “I found you!”
I smile slightly.
She hands me a dime. “Sorry I didn’t come here earlier. My dad needed me to run a few errands for him. Oh! Don’t forget that you’re coming over for dinner.”
I shake my head. “(Y/N)-”
“‘I’ll be fine on my own.’” She rolls her eyes. “C’mon. My mom has already started dinner.” She stands closer to me and tugs on my arm, pouting her lips. “Please?”
“Yeah. We’ll be there.”
She smiles and kisses my cheek. “See you later!”
I watch as she walks back to her house, clutching two papers.
Summary:college!au Where Tom is a genuine sweetheart trying to make it through college without completely losing his mind; his three close friends make it easier though. However, there’s one girl who wears the big sweaters and seems to have her head more in her sketchbook than anywhere else who changes him after he gets caught blatantly admiring her from afar. Tom takes it upon himself to make her problems his problems, but sometimes it’s just better to not stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Emphasis on the sometimes though.
Jungkook had met Seokjin in college, they were instant. So when his dear called him for lunch he was happy to accept. He didn’t know that this lunch would consist of Seokjin asking him to become the CEO of his company. He was shocked to say the least.
“Jin why?” Jungkook asked curious why he would want to give up such a powerful job.
“Moonbyul is pregnant with twins!” Jin says over joyed.
“And you already have two. Man, your busy in the bedroom.” Jungkook chuckles.
“Yeah, well I love my wife, and she’s sexy as fuck. But I want to be there for my children and get to see them grow up. I don’t want to be my father whom was to busy to come home for dinner and fucked his assistant, not that I would, I’m just saying. So please just take it over. I know you can do it!” Seokjin smiles, trying to sweeten the deal.
“I’m happy were I am. I may not be a CEO, but I’m happy.”
“Look my top adviser is the best in the business, I mean this women is amazing. She closes more deals then I eat, which is saying a lot.” Jin chuckles.
“What’s her name?”
Here your name was enough for Jungkook. He took the job. You were his first love. It broke his heart when you stopped talking to him, he didn’t know what happened. He, like you, kept his feelings in. Jungkook now released that was the most idiotic thing hes ever done, and hes friends with Taehyung, king of ‘let’s do it!’
*End of flash back*
Going to work made you nervous in the passing weeks. But you soon got back in the swing of things. Jungkook, as much as you hate to admit it, he was great at what he does. He amazing. Working so closely with him you started to loosen up and have fun with him like you used to. It was nice, but this was a whole new playing field, This wasn’t eight years ago. You and Jungkook where both adults… with desires. Why did he have to be so fucking prefect. There was times when you stayed late with him working on a deal. He would be leaning over your shoulder looking at the screen, you could smell his husky scent. His lips inches from yours. It was killing you.
“Okay, Y/N, how about we leave it here for tonight, and get some sleep?” Jungkook asks, standing up from his desk and stretching his limbs.
“Yes, we should!” You jump up putting your shit in your bag and putting your coat on. Jungkook chuckles.
“Let’s go.” Jungkook holds the door open for you. You both walk to the lift and get on. Jungkook presses the ground floor. Just as it starts to close Hoseok, a co worker join the both of you.
“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He smiles bright at you.
“I’m good Hobi, you?” Jungkook flinches at you using his nickname. You smile bright at Hoseok.
“I was wondering if your free on Friday night, I’d take you out?” You gasp.
“I would love to, Hobi.” You smile.
“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, at what is unfolding in front of him. He sees a radiant smile across your face. He feels jealous running through his body, he wishes that smile was for him.
It was finally Friday, you were excited to be going out with Hoseok. You wanted to get Jungkook out of your head. He was invading it like the plague. You had just finished writing up a document for Jungkook. You knocked on his office door. You enter when you hear a faint, ‘come in’.
“I finished the document on the Park deal.” You walk over to his desk and set the file in front of him. Jungkook looks up at you, he gets up from his desk and walks around til hes backing you against his desk. He looks like hes about to kiss you, but he leans in and touches your cheek.
“You had an eyelash.” You gasp at how close he was, he smirks. Little did you know he was only doing this to see if you were interested in being more than co works, which you obviously were by the way your breath hitched. Jungkook wanted you all to himself, but like eight years ago, he was shit scared of saying his feelings.
“Thanks for the file.” He returns to his seat and you run out of his office.
Jungkook stunt had quite the effect on you. So that’s why you were hoping Hoseok who fuck your brains out tonight. You put on your sexiest lingerie and got dressed. There was a knock at your door, you look to the clock on your dressing table. It read 7:30, Hoseok wouldn’t be this early would he. Good thing you were ready early, you slip on your heels and walk to the door, smoothing out your dress. You open the door, shocked.
“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask.
“Don’t go out with him.” Jungkook says softly.
“What?” Your stuned you don’t know what to say.
“Y/N your not the only one who was in love back then. I loved you, too. I just thought you didn’t like me that way, so I never told you. So please don’t go out with Hoseok, please. Just stay and I’ll tell you everything.”
Your mind is blown, with what hes saying. Is he here? What is happening? Jeon Jungkook loved you… what? You both stood in front of one another. Should you give into your desire, the love you never lived?
“Please, Y/N. I love you.”
A/N- This is so short, sorry. I hope y’all like it. Message me if you want a part three. Please give feed back, it’s always appreciated!
The day after the shooting, everyone was tense and quiet.
The sky was clouded, it was cold, and it was windy. Nico hadn’t let him go
since they left his room. The rumors of who had been the fatality circulated
online. A few people had gone unheard from. Then one was confirmed.
Charles Beckendorf, a junior, someone Will had met during
his orientation session. Will and Nico walked toward the café where someone was
setting up a memorial shrine for Beckendorf next to an entrance with a roof
over it to protect it from rain. They saw as a girl walked toward it, her
pretty blue eyes wide and filled with tears, slowly as though she were in a trance.
As she neared the shrine, Nico’s hand gripped Will’s. A
shriek pierced the air and Nico immediately hid himself in Will’s jacket,
holding onto him tightly. Will held him protectively as he shivered. “Did you
know him?” he asked.
“He was my RA,” Nico answered. “He was my orientation
leader.” He looked up at him with his wide eyes, so dark brown and intense,
filled with fear and uncertainty. Eyes that made Will forget where he was.
“Come on,” he said, starting for the café.
They heard someone call Nico’s name, and stopped. Annabeth
went up to them, her eyes red and puffy. “Hey. You guys okay?” They nodded. She
sniffed and hesitated. “Um… Percy was there. It was in the gymnasium.” She
pushed her hair out of her face, wiping at her eyes as she did. “He’s… really
distraught right now. Could you try to talk to him, Nico?”
“I don’t know how much help I can be,” he answered. He
glanced over her shoulder and Will followed his gaze. Percy was sitting on a
step, his head bent down, his hands in his hair. He was trembling, shaking his
head. The girl’s sobs were the only thing heard aside from the wind. “I’ll see…
what I can do,” he said, frowning. He glanced at Will and Will nodded, letting