Hello graphic makers!! You’re probably aware that there is a huge problem on tumblr with whitewashing. Or maybe you’re not. As a predominantly disney-based blogger, the whitewashing I personally see are from the disney fandom, so I’m going to use screencaps from those movies to show you several quick techniques so you’ll see just how easy it is to have your pretty bright and pastel colour palettes and not whitewash characters of colour.
i still remember the way your skin felt against mine; soft but still rough. remember how my pale skin was the perfect contrast to your tanned one.
i remember the way you used to lightly trace my face with your fingertips, never applying to much pressure as if you were too scared of hurting me.
i remember how soft your hair felt and how it annoyed you when i constantly ran my fingers through it, even if you had just styled it.
i remember your voice, still. it was deep and smooth, always calming me when i was feeling anxious or sad. it is, to this day, my favourite sound.
i remember the colour of your eyes and how it still resembles my favourite chocolate. remember, how i got lost in them the first time i ever spoke to you, and how it changed my outlook on brown eyes that i always found boring and not the least special.
i wonder for how much longer i will remember all these little things.
i wonder when skin will become just skin again,
when your touch will become just one of many i’ve felt in my life.
wonder, when the softness of your hair will be long forgotten,
when your voice will turn into just another sound,
and your brown eyes will resemble just another pair of boring, brown eyes.
i wonder if i’ll ever forget and if i do, just know that it was not on purpose. if i could keep remembering them accurately for the rest of my life, then i would.
e.s. // all the little things about you that i wish i could remember forever.
➤ Genre/word count: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 7,174 words
➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?
The lighter your complexion is, the more contrast you’ll have between two natural hues; your skin, and color of your hair, but more so, if the hair is darker than the skin. When given a certain amount of lighting, it will outline the shape of their features giving off depth. That’s why when they contour their face with makeup, especially with darker colors, it makes their features pop out even more than it had originally.
The darker your skin is, the less contrast between the two hues you will have, because they almost blend together. When you combine, brighter backgrounds with darker lighting, and then add a hint of light coming from either above, or from one side of them, it creates more depth over their features. Too much lightning, or too much of a shadow will wash it out. Certain bright, and earth tone colors will bring out that depth even more, which as a result outlines the shape of their features. That’s why charcoal black, gold, silver, and white typically pop even greater on those with darker skin tones, because it’s a balance between light and dark. Deeper reds, and purples also look great on them as well.
How people perceive your features is totally based off shapes and sizes, and which one they appeal to.
So, I don’t believe that one is truly more beautiful than the other at the end of the day. It’s really about how our perception has been created. The fact that we have a system set in place to honor one spectrum of beauty over the other, creating a negative outlook around one, while limiting that beauty from being shown just as dominantly as other, is the primary reason why some of us have this idea that we’re not equal enough in admiration. It’s created a one sided perception of beauty in our minds, which also has created division, covetousness and competition between the two shades.
Hades screamed as the gate sealed behind her. The vines curled around each
other, closing the opening of the underworld before his eyes once again. Hades
pounded his fist on the gate willing it to open, willing it to give her back,
to uncurl and let him out. For once. Just let him out, let him have one more
minute with her. Just one. His knuckles split and he felt blood run down his
fingers but he didn’t stop he just kept pounding at the vines. Hitting, and
clawing and pushing every force of darkness in his magic at the wall. He gave
everything he had, and was left with a sealed gate that laughed at him.
giving out, Hades slid down the wall. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks,
matting his dark curly hair to his face. His eyes stared at the vines as he
curled up next to the gate, as close to her as he can get. He stayed like that
for hours, days, weeks, he couldn’t tell anymore. All he could feel was how his
heart was ripped open and the insides clawed out. They had taken her from him
again and again and again and he couldn’t stop it, and every time his heart was
ripped from his damned soul.
“I know I’m leaving tonight but can you at least
smile for me.” Persephone asked. Hades gave her a faint smile. They ate their
breakfast next to each other, one hand intertwined with the others under the
table. When they were finished, they walked
around their underground palace for hours, just talking and laughing. The sword
was always in the back of their minds, why they were differing from their
usually routine, the months without the other about to occur. Their hands never
untied, clutching each other every second as if they could fuse together. Never
With only a few hours left they found
themselves in the ballroom. Persephone looked at him and smiled, less bright
than usual, but still stunning. She had flowers woven in her hair in the shape
of a crown, her dark curly hair falling down her back. Black and gold thread
wove across her satin dress in swirls and designs that twirled in an endless
dance. Her dark skin contrasted perfectly with Hades’ pale porcelain, the
result of years trapped in an underground world. His skin was leathery and tough
unlike Persephone’s soft skin, like flower petals. Millennia walking through
fires and dragging souls behind him had taken its toll.
“Will you dance with me?” Hades asked and held
out his hand.
“Only if you give me that big genuine smile I
know so well.” Persephone said. The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw
Hades’ roll his eyes.
“You can’t force a smile like that.”
“Well give me a nice smile and I will see if I
can make it bigger.” Hades raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled his mouth into a
smile. She took his hand and he spun her into his arms. Her loud laugh caressed
his ears and danced behind his eyes, making him smile so hard he felt his teeth
“There it is.” She said. She took a step back
from him and twirled, her dress splaying out and gliding through the air with
her, and they danced.
They danced until their lungs could no longer
keep up and they kicked off their shoes to some unknown part of the room.
Twirling and gliding and curling around one another. Breathing each other in
like they would never see the other again. There wasn’t any music, only their
breaths that echoed through the room. But the music in their minds was louder
than their own heartbeats in their ears. Drowning out everything except each
other. Laughing and smiling they danced and Hades gave his rare smile to her
and she gave her light. Her beautiful glow that vibrated through anyone that
laid their eyes upon her. For hours, they danced. Hours.
“Hades.” Persephone said and her face
scrunched up in pain. “Hades, it’s time. They’re coming.” He gripped her
harder, refusing to let go.
“No, they don’t get to take you again. Never
again.” He hissed.
“Hades.” She smiled sadly. “I love you.” He
shook his head and gripped her hand, dragging her behind him as he faced the
door of the ballroom. Waiting.
They slithered through the doors, tendrils of
transparent smoke hidden to the eyes.
“You aren’t taking her. Not this time. Not
ever.” Hades spat at them. The smoke seemed to vibrate with laughter at his
words. It slithered closer, slowly over one tile and then another across the
ballroom floor and pounced. Slamming into the two lovers it ripped through
their forged hands and broke their grip. Locking around Persephone’s waist it
pulled her across the floor and through the halls. Hades scrambled after,
barely out of reach. Always just barely out of reach. Always watching them drag
“I love you!” He yelled. She mouthed the words
back at him, her voice hidden by the smoke. The gate was opening in front of
them. Vines unlocking from their grips, slivers of sunlight shining through the
opened gate. It pulled her through.
servants slowly trickled out from their hiding spots, knowing better than to be
seen on calling day. They brought wet rags, blankets and slices of bread and
meat from the kitchen. Hades was still bloody and curled in on himself against
the sealed gate. One servant took his limp hand and wiped the dried blood from
it. Another washed his face as he looked upon them with dead eyes. They covered
him with blankets and left the food next to him, hoping he will eat in the days
to come. Just like before, they trickled away, leaving their broken king to
wait for his lover to come home.
I wrote this as a final for a class and thought I should post it and see if you like it.
I recommend listening to Dream by Imagine Dragons while or before you read it. (It’s the song I had on repeat while writing this.)
If you have ever listened to the musical Hadestown I also recommend listening to Lover’s Desire.
Putting his hands on my waist and pulling me up with his strong arms, Stiles sat me down on the surface of his kitchen counter. Once he made sure I was comfortable enough, Stiles let go of me to walk over to his refrigerator. Opening the door to the freezer, he pulled out a frozen bag of peas.
“Sorry, I don’t have any ice so…” He trailed off as he approached me again.
“It’s okay.” I smiled, allowed him to push my hair back and place the icy-cold bag of frozen food against my still stinging cheek. Stiles’ eyes stared at me with concern when I winced at the slight pain, but stayed to let him keep it there.
“I can’t believe he did this.” Stiles shook his head in disbelief, hurt evident in his voice. “He doesn’t deserve you, Margaret.”
“I-I’ve never seen him so angry before.” I stated, my own voice weak as I felt the tears continue to fall. “He’s always been so sweet, I just don’t understand what happened.”
“It’s all my fault.” Stiles whispered, unable to keep his face from faltering. “I know how much he hates me and I was way too mesmerized by you that I forgot I was trying to steal someone that belongs to him.”
“Stiles, I don’t belong to him.” I said, bringing my hand up to his chin and lifting his face to look at me again. His eyes were in pain and I desperately wanted to make that anguish go away. “Do you know the Greek myth of how soulmates were born?”
Stiles shook his head and, letting go of his chin, I grabbed his free hand with both of mine.
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with two heads, four arms, four legs, and two hearts. They were happy and extremely powerful. Zeus, fearing their power, decided to split them into two separate beings and condemn them to spend their entire lives searching for their other half.” I explained, my thumb brushing the back of his hand. “Stiles, you are my other half and I belong to you.”
My words sparked a small glimpse of light in his eyes and the beautiful sight made my heart fill with hope. After tonight, my story with Theo is over and now I can officially start a new one with the person I am supposed to be with all along. The small amount of time that we spent together made me realize that what we have isn’t exactly love at first sight — it’s soul recognition.
Stiles tugged me closer and my hand pressed against his warm chest, preparing myself for what was coming next. I felt his heartbeat underneath my touch, the thunderous, rapid pounding bringing a smile on my lips in amusement. Our breaths mingled together as we stared at each other, both of us a little unsteady. Hunger glowed in his golden eyes, his hand lowering the bag of peas and putting it on the counter beside me.
Looking down at his lips for the slightest second before closing my eyes all together, I slowly leaned in. I felt like I would regret kissing him so soon if I did, but I knew that I would regret it even more if I didn’t. With my heart pounding against my chest, much like his, I could feel Stiles’ breath pick up as our faces inched closer together. We took our time to just enjoy the drumroll of our upcoming kiss, allowing the sexual tension to take over the air.
notes:this was just requested today and i have other requests i should be writing but i really liked this one and had to write it lmao
At the beginning of the night, if someone were to tell you that you’d end up sneaking into an alleyway and getting fucked into oblivion by your boyfriend, you would’ve laughed in their face.
“There’s no way in hell that’s happening,” you might’ve said back to them. After all, you preferred the comforts of your own home when it came to sex and love making.
Yet here you were, hours later, half naked body pressed against the rough brick wall of some building you hadn’t bothered to learn the name of, close to losing your mind from staggering pleasure you were now experiencing.
Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)
Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut
Word count: 19,993
A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!
You’d counted the
days until you’d see him again.
breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in
the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you
watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of
the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding
something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean,
immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was
nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it
was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there
were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite
possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge
beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it
didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.
You hummed to yourself, letting
your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked
over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along
the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear
her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for
you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you
were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was
rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been
as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out
to you for the final time.
warnings: some degrading, explicit content (but isn’t that why you’re here?)
summary: you were supposed to get married off to a prince, not be sacrificed to Lord that just so happens to be the ruler of the Demonic World.
Waking up to the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen wasn’t exactly the best thing, but then again, it wasn’t the worst. Letting out a deep sigh, you got out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen, preparing for the worst. Upon stepping into view, your eyes widened at the sight.
“Where is she?”
Pure bloods. One of the absolute worst kinds of being: they’re vile, ruthless. complete savages. They care for no one but themselves. Being the most feared, they walk the grounds as if they own it. It was only natural to obey them, either that, or die. Dressed in black from head to toe, you could help but pathetically let out a whimper in fear. Your father had blood dripping from his head, staining the marbled floors that he had worked so hard to put together, despite not bathing in riches like the other men in the village. Your sisters had already been married off to wealthy young men, unlike you who verbally and physically showed defiance to marrying a man who you did not know anything about. You would get beaten relentlessly, saying that you’re selfish for not sacrificing yourself for the sake of your parents. But you didn’t care. They treated you like shit so that’s all they were going to get. They never loved you, only the two women that came before you. Even though you were polite and obedient, they took advantage of your kindness and forced you to do everything they were able to do themselves. Soon enough, you grew out of the habit of being a sweet little girl. Now, you were deemed as a rebellious, wild, young woman who can’t be tamed.
“She’s not ready for the Lord! We are still preparing her.” your father gasped for air as he let out a string of curses.
Dropping to the ground, you hid behind the wall, holding your breath as you watched the scene play before you.
“He wants her. Now.”
A hand clasped over your mouth, dragging you out from your corner. Thrashing relentlessly, you bit the hand and was harshly pushed to the ground in return.
“Found the little bitch hiding.” the man spat, glaring at you who was near tears as you stared them in the eyes.
“What do you want with me?” you said through gritted teeth.
“Your dear father didn’t tell you?” he looked over at your pathetic excuse of a guardian. “He signed you off to the Lord in return for a large sum of money. Exciting, isn’t it?”
A flash of fear swept over your features as you backed up, only to bump into another one of the Pure bloods.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll finish you off very quickly.” he flashed his fangs before fisting your hair, slamming your head against the ground which knocked you unconscious.
The throbbing in your head caused you to eventually wake up only to find out that you were no longer at home, but in the home of a demon. You grabbed the sheets in anger.
How dare they sell me off?
You were fuming with anger and sadness, but more importantly, you were starving. The room was dark, the only source of brightness being the moonlight that ever so gently shone from behind the sheer curtains. Not only had you been passed out the entire day, but you had never been so unproductive in your entire life. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to be living like this. Once again, you fearlessly crawled out of bed, groping the walls in hopes of finding a light switch. The room was big enough for at least two people, yet here you were, all alone. Finally, your hands found its way and flicked the switch, causing your eyes to be blinded by the bright light that consumed the darkness.
You gasped in shock. The room was beautiful, astonishing, everything you never had. It was what you dreamed about and more. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing before your very own eyes, but you knew that you were nothing more than a pawn in the devil’s game. Scanning the room, your eyes fell upon the victorian dress that hung gracefully over a chair, matched with glossy black heels and a large variety of jewelry. Crests of gold mixed with burgundy lured you closer and closer. The material was silky smooth, specks of lace here and there. Looking in the mirror at your dirty, ripped clothing, you sighed in defeat as you got ready to shower and so forth.
If I’m going to die at the hands of a demon, I might as well look good while at it.
Henceforth after getting cleansed from all the dirt residue that lied beneath your fingernails and in the creases of your hair, you carefully dressed yourself in the dress as well as the heels. Splattering a small mist of perfume, you disregarded the jewelry, believing it was a bit too extravagant for someone as poor as you. You wanted to look beautiful, but you didn’t want to fake it all for the sake of someone who was going to kill you by the end of the night. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let out a deep breath as you swung the door open only to be met with a seemingly never ending hallway full of large paintings on the walls. Observing each and every one as you made your way down, you overheard someone talking and felt eager to follow through. Turning the corridor, you saw two men standing around, talking to one another. Smiling, you began to approach them, eagerly waving as you had done so.
“Last time I checked, she was asleep.”
“Is she as pretty as everyone’s been saying she is?”
“Of course. The Lord always chooses the best, it just sucks that she’s gonna die soon.”
“It happens all the time.”
You stopped in your tracks, looking down at your feet. Of course they were talking about you, but you didn’t want to hear those words fall out of their mouth. By the time you glanced back up, they were gone. Once again, you were all alone. A hand snaked its way around your waist, lips only a centimeter away from your ear as the figure spoke.
“Come with me.”
A chill traveled down your spine as you hastily agreed, despite not knowing what was to follow. He gently grabbed your hand, leading you down an unfamiliar hallway. You walked slowly behind him, observing everything that surrounded you. Sure, you were going to die, but you wanted to at least take your time and live the moment. You stepped into a room, mouth agape as you looked around. It was at least twice the size of your so called room. You didn’t have much time to play scavenger as you were softly plopped onto the bed. Your eyes finally met with his.
People would shake at his very name. He was feared by all and of course you knew that. You felt that fear, but at the same time, you were so intrigued by him. His pale skin that contrasted against his dark hair made his features stand out even more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he caressed your cheek. The thought of being killed by his hands was enticing. His scent was ever so addicting and god forbid the smirk that fell upon his face.
“I’m sure you know what you’re here for.”
You nodded before responding in a voice no louder than a whisper, “I am to be sacrificed to you in return for money. I am going to die by your hands.”
He gave you a blank stare before erupting in laughter and as much as you loved the melody of it, you couldn’t help but visibly show your confusion.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re not supposed to die, silly. It defeats the whole purpose of bribing your father just for you to be here. I wanted you.”
“I-I heard people talking in the hallways about how I was just like every other girl.. I’m supposed to be killed like them.”
A flash of anger replaced his gummy smile, his eyes darkening at your comment. “They only died because they were weak. I tried marking them, but they were not the one.”
“I’ve been searching for my soulmate.” He bluntly admitted, staring into your shaky eyes.
Everyone was so obsessed about finding their soulmate. There was no marking or whatsoever to indicate who belonged to who. You’re supposed to just feel it. Your heart is supposed to jump out of your chest the moment you found the one. Every moment with them is supposed to be pure bliss, a feeling that can never be substituted by anything else is this god forsaken world.
“Why do you care about soulmates?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.
“It was my mother’s dying wish and I am to grant it.”
“Then do what you have to.”
A sudden determination consumed your fear as you looked him dead in the eyes.
“I can’t just bite you for goodness sake.” Yoongi chucked. “I have to deflower you first, are you okay with that? I don’t want to hur-”
“Okay.” You interrupted, wanting nothing more than to be even closer to him.
“Okay?” Yoongi looked at you as if you were some kind of alienated beast sitting before him.
“It’s going to hurt.” He warned.
“You might die.”
“I’m fine with that.”
Yoongi laughed, clearly amused by your sudden responses, “Why do you want to die so bad? You’re at the peak of your youth, you should consider yourself lucky.”
Frowning, you fiddled with your hands as you averted your gaze, “I have nothing else to live for.”
With that, Yoongi’s lips came crashing down on yours. His sweet taste overwhelmed your senses, leaving you wanting for more. You cautiously wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure if you were allowed to. His touch sent tingles down your body and god it loved you so much. His raspy, shaky breath turned you on. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
“This,” He pointed to your dress, “is getting in the way.”
In the blink of an eye, he had ripped it off, causing you to whine, “I really liked the design!”
“If you live, I’ll give you more than just that.”
At this point, you were dripping wet. Just his voice alone makes you moan. Yoongi stopped touching you, taking the time to observe your godly figure. His hands ran over the small creases in your palms. He looked at the way your lips were shaped, how you had done your hair, the way your boobs were spilling out of your bra. Feeling as though you needed some sweet relief, he unclipped your bra without a moment of hesitation and watched as they bounced in slow motion. Gasping as your skin came in contact with the cold air, your felt yourself getting more aroused within each touch.
“Please, Lord Yoongi. Don’t make me wait too long.” You begged, giving a small pout which made Yoongi look at you in amusement.
“Patience, my love. I want to savor every moment with you.” His words melted your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be touched by his long, slender fingers. “Call me Yoongi.”
With one hand fondling your breast, his lips connected with yours once more as his free hand found its way in your underwear. Arching your back in pleasure, Yoongi smiled at the thought of pleasing you, wanting to do more and more just for you.
“You like that, baby?” Yoongi whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, “You like the way my fingers pump in and out of your tight pussy, hm?”
You were overwhelmed with all the pleasure he was giving you and only moaned loudly in response. He made his way down until his face was infront of your sex. Blowing softly, you jolted at the sudden action and whined.
“P-Please, Yoongi. I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby.” He teased, licking your clit as he continuously fingered you.
“I need you inside of me!” You nearly screamed as he added another finger.
You don’t know how long he was doing this, but all you knew was that you were going to come very soon.
“Almost there, baby. Come for me.” He said, sucking on your clit as you clenched around his digits.
Moaning loudly, you finally gave in. Chuckling at your response, Yoongi licked his fingers clean before undressing himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of his bulge, gently grasping it in your tiny hands.
Your words made him groan. “Be my guest.”
With that, you slowly tugged down at his boxers, allowing his member to break free. Your eyes widened at the sight, you knew he was big, but he didn’t know he was this big.
“I-I don’t really know what to do.” You admitted, slowly twisting as you stroked his length.
“F-Fuck, you know what you’re doing.” He threw his head back and shut his eyes in pleasure.
Satisfied with his response, you carefully licked the tip before taking him by surprise as you shoved his entire shaft in your mouth. Yoongi sucked in a breath as he let out a sound of pure bliss.
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
You chuckled in return, the vibrations from your mouth only making him more aroused.
“I can’t take it anymore!” Yoongi claimed, pushing your back on the bed, aligning himself at your entrance. “Baby, this is gonna hurt, but be a good girl and take it all in for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”
You looked into his eyes and shook your head, “Please, Yoongi. Make love to me.”
Yoongi leaned down, kissing you as he shoved his shaft inside of you causing you to gently bite his lip. It was excruciatingly painful, but you endured it for Yoongi. You wanted to please him and if this was one way to do it, then so be it. You don’t know why, but all you wanted to do was make him feel good. From the moment you locked gazes, he was all you wanted.
Starting off with slow thrusts, Yoongi let out a string of curses before quickly apologizing, “I’m going to go faster, so let me know if it’s too much for you.”
You gripped the sheets as he pumped in and out of you at the speed of lightning. The pain disappeared and now, you were left on cloud nine. His dick filled you whole, but it wasn’t enough. Pulling out, he placed one of your legs on your shoulder and shoved himself back in, causing you to scream in delight. You weren’t even aware that it was possible to go so deep.
“Scream my name, baby. I want to hear you scream.” Yoongi practically moaned into your ears.
“Fuck,Yoongi!” You began chanting his name as if it were some ritual, unable to get enough of him, despite being deep in your pussy.
“Don’t clench around me. I don’t want to cum so fast.” Yoongi whined.
“I’m going to come soon, so might as well, baby.”
Upon hearing your nickname for him, Yoongi sped up. You were so close and you could tell he was too by the look on his face and grip around your waist. If you were to survive, you swore that you would wake up with bruises around your hips.
“Almost there, baby. Come on!” Yoongi thrusted even harder, the sound of his dick slapping against your ass echoed in the room.
You were sure people could hear the sound of you two having sex, but you didn’t care. If you were going to die, then you wanted to go down in history. Mustering all the strength in your body, you took Yoongi by surprise as you flipped him around and momentarily straddling before you began riding him. Reaching up to fondle your boobs, you moaned as you roughly grinded your hips against his.
“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi thrusted once more, causing you to yelp as you arched your back in pure pleasure.
Yoongi sat up and pounded into you, the sound of your wetness splashing all over his thighs as he relentlessly made love to you. With one last powerful thrust, you simultaneously came. Panting in exhaustion, you moved the hair away from your neck, allowing Yoongi to finish the process.
With his shaft still buried deep inside of you, he connected his forehead with yours and smiled before saying, “Even if you turn out to not be my soulmate, I want to you to know that I love you, despite not knowing you for that long.”
You laughed at his remark before reciprocating his affection, “As romantic as it is, if I had really met you like I had now, I would have prayed to the heavens that you were my soulmate.”
Yoongi leaned in and gave you one last kiss, the feeling of his lips still lingering on your lips as he pulled away. You closed your eyes shut as he softly pecked your neck, gripping on your waist as your fisted his hair. Then, he sunk his fangs into your delicate flesh, allowing the blood to drip down your naked body.
Jumping in your seat, you looked up to see Jin leaning against your desk right next to you. You blinked a few times, glancing at the screen of the computer facing you then back to Jin’s smiling face and you realised that you must have been so absorbed in the document you were working on to realise his appearance. Looking at the time at the bottom left corner of the computer, you also saw that it was already time for lunch.
However, you hadn’t even made it halfway through the workload you intended to finish by the end of the day, so you turned to Jin to decline his invitation. “Sorry, Jin, I need to finish this by today so I’ll probably eat later.”
“So this is the project that you and Jungkook were working on a few weeks ago, huh?” Jin pushed himself off the table to get a better look at what you were working on.