sorry but whut

Maybe - WinWin {Sicheng} (M)

Requested: Hi! Do you take requests? ^^ I really love how you write your stories. And, I was wondering if you can do a WinWin smut since I didn’t saw anything about him in the masterlist (correct me if I’m wrong😂) I really like him. Can you write something about him being so shy in public but actually in bed he’s sexy & rough, that would be amazing. He’s a 97’ liner so it’s okay right? 😂 Take your time ;)

A/N: I think I use the word “supple” wrong but idc tbh… Also I was so bent on it being floor sex, but when I was writing it was heading toward wall sex so I had to make a pretty sharp turn to get it back on track- I’m spouting so much. Anyway, I haven’t written in some time, so I may be a little rusty, but I hope you like my very first WinWin smut!


Word Count: 1,292

His soft brown eyes met yours briefly before darting back to Mark’s animated figure. You studied your boyfriend’s handsome face quietly, watching with adoration as his eyes widened, an endearing expression of confusion crossing his features as he stared at Mark.
Jaehyun snapped his fingers in front of you, your view of Sicheng vanishing. You looked to Jaehyun, frowning when you saw his smirk.

“Lovebirds” he cooed, looking from you to Sicheng all while continuing to smirk.

Sicheng became flustered, shying away from the prying eyes of his members. You felt your own cheeks heat up, avoiding the curious glances of the other boys.

“Don’t tease them” Taeil chided.

Mark took the awkward opportunity to continue with his story, gesturing wildly in excitement.

You glanced at your phone, feigning surprise.

“My boss called me back to work” you murmured quietly, catching the attention of the other boys.

Sicheng watched you get up with wide eyes, your sudden announcement catching him off-guard. Your eyes met his, giving him a stern look. He got up quickly, smiling awkwardly.

“I’ll take her” he declared, casting a worried gaze at the other boys.

In return they all nodded while grinning before turning back to listen to Mark, who looked exasperated from being interrupted.

“I wanted you to stay” Sicheng admitted, sighing to himself.

“I’m not going to work-”

His eyebrows knit together in puzzlement. You smiled at his cute reaction, looping your arm with his own. He looked around quickly, wary of any watchful eyes.

“When you invited me over I thought it would be just us” you admitted in a hushed, coy tone.

He raised his eyebrows before relaxing, smiling gently.

“You wanted it to be just us?”

He already knew the answer, but looked to you expectantly. You nodded, walking closer to him, hugging his arm.


His voice deepened as he clenched his jaw. His mind began turn hazy, erotic thoughts of you capturing his attention. You left his question unanswered.

As the atmosphere developed in privacy Sicheng became more and more intimate; peppering kisses over your shoulder as he held you close in the elevator, his hands wandering aimlessly.
Once inside your apartment he let out a hum of approval, his hands gripping your waist possessively, holding you in place.


He cut you off, pulling you closer to him.

“Right here” he murmured, confusing you.

You felt his protruding erection against your ass, placing your hands over his own as he ground into you. You pushed at his hands lightly; he took the hint and let go of you. Quickly, you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a light kiss on his chin. His long arms wove around you lazily as you trailed your lips down to his neck. His lithe hands moved down to your ass, cupping it softly as he coaxed you closer. He let out a hushed moan, swallowing thickly as he closed his eyes. His hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down; his thumb hooking in your underwear.

Your clothes piled at your ankles, causing you to look down. The tent in his sweatpants caught your immediate attention. Carefully you removed your hands from around his neck, intent on removing his clothing. However, his hand caught your own, causing you to stop.
He began to move, making you stumble back as he cornered you against the wall. His grip on your hand tightened as he guided your small hand to his bulge. You held your breath, cupping his stiff erection through his thick sweatpants.

“Do you want it?” he whispered, a slight edge to his voice.

You nodded feverishly, desperate for him. He pushed your hand away gently.

“Show me” he ordered.

You swallowed thickly, a thrilling rush of excitement coursing through you at his words.
With care you began to touch yourself, your delicate fingers running over your slick folds in anticipation. He watched you keenly before removing his shirt. You arched off the cold wall as you slid two fingers inside yourself, your breath catching in your throat. He smirked at you, enjoying how easily you got lost in yourself. Your eyes met his briefly, the warm chocolate orbs from earlier replaced by a dark and sultry gaze. His eyes flitted down to his pants before he looked back, signaling you. You removed your fingers from yourself and he caught your wrist. With a steady gaze he took your glossy fingers into his warm mouth, a shaky exhale leaving you as his hot tongue teased you. He pulled your fingers from his mouth, releasing your wrist. You quickly pushed down his heavy sweatpants, slowly kissing the burning skin of his chest.
He pushed you away, his hand roughly shoving your shoulder into the wall. His lips met your own in a sensual kiss; time seemed to slow. You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, your lust temporarily replaced by pure love as you got lost in each other. The pressure on your shoulder eased as he instead gently caressed the soft skin. His stiff length pressed against your own warm skin. He pulled away, his sharp eyes meeting your own instantly. He pulled you from the wall, his tender actions causing your heart to swell. He lowered to the ground, causing you to follow in haste. His large, agile hands swept across your body, coaxing you to straddle him. His member stood tall before you, your slick womanhood throbbing on his thigh, your hands gripping his shoulders as he shifted. You felt powerful, having never been on top before. You lifted yourself, gently grasping his member and sliding down. His hands immediately went to your hips, wanting to take control. His nails dug into your soft skin, a soft moan leaving his lips. You ground your hips into his own. He bucked into you, his hands quickly finding your wrists. He collected your small wrists into one of his hands, his tight grip causing you to writhe. His other arm embraced you, your chest pressing against his own. He thrust into you slowly, his hot breath hitting your ear. You tried to ride his rhythm, in return he gave your wrists a sharp yank, pulling you from his length. You whined, struggling against him. His lips brushed against your ear as he scolded you, his words harsh. You dropped your head onto his shoulder, even on top he seized control. His hold on your wrists relaxed and he helped you ease back onto his length. He snapped his hips, a muffled cry leaving your lips as you buried your face into his warm skin. He repeated, his hips bucking into you at a rapid pace. His embrace of you faltered, his hand sliding down to grope the supple skin of your ass. A pathetic string of cries and gasps left you. He let go of your wrists, quickly moving to caress your jaw, drawing your lips to meet his own. He groaned against your soft lips, relishing the moment. You broke away first, needing to breath as your chest heaved against his own, only broken gasps leaving you as he fastened his pace. You called his name, your voice failing you as you felt your release approaching. You chanted encouragement breathily before moaning loudly, your cries rising an octave as you came. Sicheng cursed below you, before bucking one last time, burying himself up to his hilt in you, a tremor going through his thighs as he ejaculated. He slowly rocked into you, worn out.
You chuckled to yourself.

“What is it?” Sicheng asked, suddenly worried.

“Will I ever be in control?”

He relaxed, holding you close.

“Do you want to be?”


Betty and Jughead: *start sleuthing around together*


Originally posted by cohlc

Betty and Jughead: *are the perfect embodiment of the ray of sunshine/quiet loner trope*


Betty and Jughead: *are constantly sweet to and supportive of one another*


I really didn’t mean for this to happen guys!?!?

On Batman’s Dutch Wikipedia page they used this photo.

And I am sorry, but I can’t stop laughing. If some Dutch person googles Batman (you know the badass superhero) they will find this photo. THIS PHOTO!!

I mean come on, how am I supposed to take Batman serious? HOw? 

unorthodox study methods

“dear mister kim seokjin, this letter is to formally notify you that the university watch has placed you under academic probation due to failure to comply with…” seokjin’s voice fades out, dropping the very official looking sheet of paper with his univeristy insignia emblazoned at the top.

academic probation.

after all those hours of sleepless nights, tucked away in the remotest corner of the school library, buried up to his forehead in textbooks, and studying until his nose began to bleed from exhaustion?

what will his parents say?

seokjin stumbles toward the living room, flopping back on the couch as his knees give way to the numbing emptiness slowly seeping through his bones.

he’d tried so hard. really he did.

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