your hair and your face and you ugh so much flawless

— american candy (02)

chapter → 01. / 02. 

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook
themes : smut / drama + angst / high school! au
warning! → graphic sexual content
keywords : dry-humping + oral sex 
word count : 9.0k 
summary : you’re seemingly content basking in the benefits of your newfound friendship with Jungkook — but everybody knows staying in the heat of the sun for too long can leave you burnt.

↳ a/n: everyone who has been waiting for this has the right to punch me in the face for taking this long to update. 9k words RIP. 

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WorkAU!

You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.


“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.

“Inconsiderate.”

He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

Part 2 

anonymous asked:

Hey hey hey hon, I luv everything tou write, you're so creative! Can I request a scenario when RFA + Saeran and MC really like each other, but are embarassed to confess, but they get drunk/high together and the truth comes out and maybe things get a little heated, and next day they aren't sure if It was real?

Thx thx! I decided to do this one as mini-fics. Hope you enjoy it! ^^


RFA + Saeran and MC getting drunk and heated (NSFW -ish?)


Zen

He saw your name on his screen phone and picked up without even thinking. “Hey, Zenny! What are you up to?” if you only knew the way his heart and his imagination race everytime you call him Zenny, maybe you would be more careful of your words. “Nothing much, MC…What about you?” “I’m just bored, do you wanna hang out?” “Yeah, sure!” he tried to keep it cool, but inside he was screaming “yes, yes, yes!” “Cool, your place, I’ll bring the booze. Just wait for me!” he would wait for you forever if you asked him… no, focus! Now he needed to clean up his house a little and make himself presentable for you.

He knew he would look gorgeous wearing anything, but knowing you were coming made him feel like nothing was good enough to impress you. “What if I just open the door shirtless?” he laughed at himself only imagining your face, no, he would never do that, what if he scared you or made you get the wrong idea? He could never live with himself if something so silly and vulgar like that made you run away from him… he didn’t imagine his life without you anymore, even if it was just friendship.“Here, I bought that grapefruit beer we talked about, I also got vodka.” He was shocked at how much booze you brought, you shrugged and told him it was 25% off, so why not?

He was a little nervous, you’ve never been at his place that late and with booze, especially that much! What if…? No, he was a gentleman! Taking advantage of you like this would be wrong in so many ways! “What’s wrong, Zenny? Cat got your tongue?” “Ugh, don’t even joke about things like this, MC! Just imagining one of these fur balls that close to my precious face…” “Oh, I would be so jealous, you have no idea!” Oh… what? His heart just skipped a beat, he looked at you flustered, you weren’t even looking at him and just chugged the rest of the beer. Were you a flirty drunk? What a grateful surprise! Grateful or… too much tempting? “Uhh, I’m hot!” Yes, you were… wait ! Oh, you’re feeling hot! He got that when you threw your jacket at the corner of the sofa… Dangerous thoughts, Zenny, dangerous thoughts! He wasn’t used mixing drinks like this, the effects were showing pretty fast on both of you.

“Hey, since you’re here, would you mind helping me practice some lines?” he needed to make those ideas go away from his filthy mind. “Sure! Can we go to your rooftop? It’s really hot in here…” “Yes, of course.” Yes, this was better, knowing some sneaky neighbor could be looking would be a good inhibition.

“So, uh… here, let’s start from page 4. On this scene, the guy confesses his feelings to a girl he’s in love with for a very long time.” “Oh, what made him decide to confess?” “You mean, the character’s motivation? Hum… he’s afraid of losing her to another man, and would be such a tragedy, right? Losing the woman of his life because he’s a coward?” “Yes, I could only imagine… so, I’m the girl?” WHAT? “On the scene…” you explained, as he looked puzzled. “Oh, yes! Yes! I’m gonna start now, ok?” you nodded and he cleared his throat. As he talked, you felt like the sky was getting darker, the stars shining were nothing compared to his scarlet eyes peering at you, waiting for your line… “You make my heart race so much, Zenny…” “Huh, that’s not… the line, MC. Are you improvising?” he fidgeted through the script pages, and stopped when he felt your hand holding his. “Would you like to feel it? My heart…?” “W-What?” MC, what are you doin… oh god!” he let out a groan when you placed his hand on your chest. “MC, don’t do this to me, please…” “Shh, it’s okay… see how much it’s racing? I want you to make it race even more… if you just…” your face was getting closer and closer…

Zen woke up completely sweaty. What was that? Another wet dream with you? How many of those did he have that week? But this one felt a little more real…Part of him was hoping for this to be one of his premonitory dreams… who knows? One day he’d be brave enough to tell you how much he cherished you and wanted to hold you tight and never let it go… he was took aback by his phone, where a text of you could be read. “Hey, Zenny! Are you okay? Think I forgot my jacket there, can you bring it for me? See ya ;)”

Yoosung

You appeared at his apartment out of the blue. Well, you told him you were coming over, he didn’t take it seriously, but there you were, standing at his door with a bottle of vodka on your hands. “What’s that, MC?” “I heard you killed your mid terms, so I thought I could stop by to celebrate. But I understand if you’re too busy…” “N-no! Not at all! I was going to play LOLOL, but this looks like more of a celebration for a college student, I guess… Come in, MC!”

You would always look perfect at his eyes, but there was something about you that night that made you look hypnotizing. Your eyes, your smile, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and chugged the vodka. “Ugh, my hair is a mess today! Would you mind borrowing me one of your hairpins?” he would gladly do so, even though he couldn’t really see the mess, your hair was flawless as usual… but he took the one that was on his hair and handed to you “Can you tie it for me?” you grinned, he blushed as his fingers slightly touched your forehead. “Come on! I can’t be the only one being drunk here! I won’t look like a fool by myself! Drink it just a little? For me?” he drank staring at you, he would do anything you wanted asking like this.

He felt loosening up pretty fast after he drank. His face was burning and he was feeling tipsy, maybe he was a little stronger than he thought? That was cool… “So, I told you on the messenger, but I’m gonna say it again, congratulations on your mid terms! I’m so happy for you, you have no idea!”

“Thanks, MC, I… I was only able to do it thanks to your encouragement, you know that? I feel like I’m going back to my high school days, when I felt so motivated… you’re a great motivation for me… I mean, for my studies and… you know.” You giggled. “I’m glad to know that! So… Yoosung in high school… I gotta say, you looked cute, I would totally have a crush on you if we studied at the same school…” “Y-You would?” he felt his throat get dry. “Yep! I mean… I definitely prefer you blonde now… but back then I would still fall for you, and… wait to see you at parties, so we could play spin the bottle or 7 minutes in heaven…” What were you saying? You were talking so naturally, like it was nothing, couldn’t you see how thrilled he was getting? “I… I was… a big nerd back then, I didn’t go to parties… so I… I… never played any of these… games…” “Oh, what a shame, isn’t it?” “I guess…”

You looked at him, his cheeks were so pink, his wide eyes were half closed, his hair looked messy… he looked so sexy right now, his hands were so pretty… how would it feel having these skillful gamer fingers tangling to your hair? Touching your body?

“So… do you want to make it up for lost time?” “What?” “Do you want to play right now?” “P-Play what, MC?” “It’s your choice, but if you ask me, I would prefer 7 minutes on heaven, so I guess I’m a little biased here…” he gasped, what was happening right now? You were so close to him on the couch, he could feel his arm rubbing in your shoulder, you looked so soft, so smooth… and you smelled amazing! So he took the empty bottle of vodka, placed in the table and spun… it pointed to him and… the lamp? Oh crap!

You laughed , took the bottle and placed it to point to you and him. You leaned to him, he could feel your breath on his face…

Yoosung woke up feeling like he got hit by a truck, his head was about to explode! His eyes were close, he was afraid to open them up and get hurt by the daylight… but then he remembered, and he opened his eyes in surprise… you weren’t there… oh no! Did he have one of those naughty dreams? This was so embarrassing, how could he look at you again if the only thing he had in mind was that dream? He would act even weirder around you… yeah, like he had a chance with you before! Wake up, Yoosung! A girl like you would never even look at him, on high school, college or in the RFA… you were too much for him! All he had was these filthy dreams…

He runned his fingers through his hair and noticed he didn’t have the hairpin on, he didn’t remember taking it off… it must be on his nightstand… oh! He found the hairpin, along with a note: “Tnx for the hairpin and for last night. Call you later ;)”


Jaehee

You invited her to go to a bar with you, you were feeling stressed because of work and could really use a girl’s night. She gladly agreed to, she loved the idea of a girl’s night because she never had many girls as friends, this made her feel so… normal. And it was you, so she knew she was in for a very fun night.

You looked stunning, she felt like she wasn’t properly dressed for that bar, you told her she looked amazing and she couldn’t help but blush, a goddess like you telling she looked amazing? She never felt this flattered.

A few guys approached you two at the bar, you politely refused , telling you were just in for some fun with your friend. Her heart was racing everytime you waved a goodbye to a guy and came back to her smiling.

“So, have I told you about my boss? My god, Jaehee, what a prick!” and she listened to everything you had to say, you were adorable when you were mad, the way you moved your hands to accentuate your words and the way your voice got into a high pitch, ah… it was just… so charming.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with him? He’s the worst boss ever!” “Hmmm, I’ll have to disagree on that one, MC.” “Oh my God, yeah, Jumin! I totally forgot how much… handful he is…” “Handful? We’re talking about the man that made me cut my hair and use glasses just so I didn’t look attractive to his father.” “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you looked totally attractive to me…” and you took another sip of your drink. “I… looked?” “I mean, you look gorgeous right now too, but I liked your androgynous appeal very much, it was… sexy…”

She could not believe what she was listening, gorgeous, appeal, sexy? She never heard things like this referring to her, she didn’t know how to respond, so she just mumbled a shy “thanks” and you winked at her!!! Oh my god! What’s gotten into you? And why was she feeling so hot? Maybe it was because of these fancy crazy drinks?

You knew what you were doing, those drinks really boost your confidence to finally make a move on her, you’ve been gathering courage to do this for months, it was now or never… “You look so cute when you’re shy, Jaehee…” “M-Me? Cute? MC,what’s going with you today? You’ve been complementing my… looks too much…” “I would do everyday if you let me, Jaehee. Will you let me?” “Oh, I… yes, thank you, MC.” “No, thank you…” and you leaned to her to tuck a locket of her hair behind her ear, her heart was racing like crazy! “So… my place or yours?” you asked playfully. Your lips were so close… she closed her eyes in anticipation…

Jaehee woke up still a little dizzy, she sighed knowing she was still a little drunk, and the hangover would be a torture! She could use a cup of coffee right now! So she went to the kitchen, and then she remembered… oh my, drunk dreams can be so… real. She blushed remembering the things in her dream, your soothing voice complimenting her beauty over and over… if only it was real…

She grabbed her favorite mug, poured the coffee… weird, she didn’t remember making any coffee… and she gagged when she saw a post-it on the coffee machine. “Thought you might need some after last night. Call me :)”

Jumin

He invited you over for some wine, he didn’t think you were actually gonna say yes, but you did, and now he was nervous about what would be the perfect tie for the occasion. “What about this one, Elizabeth the 3rd?” the cat meowed loudly, so yep, it would be that one, he just hoped you would like too.

Buy why was he so worried about this? What was about you that made him get worried about the silliest things made him feel afraid it wasn’t enough? He wasn’t enough? To be your friend or… oh, what was he thinking?

“Thanks for having me tonight, Mr. Han.” You smiled cheerfully. “No need to be so formal, MC.” “I know, I was just messing with you, where’s Elizabeth? I brought her a little treat…” and you handed him a tiny bottle of wine for cats, you messing with him and now this? He couldn’t help but smile softly. “Oh, that’s a nice tie!” and now he was almost grinning.

As soon as you started drinking, he felt loosening up as his weird jokes started coming out and he even laughed! Truth is he couldn’t stop smiling everytime he glanced at you. That night was all about you, he asked you a million questions about your family, friends, work, and he was living for the stories of you in college. “You were very eccentric, I suppose.” “Nah, I was just trying to have fun, studying, going to frat parties, playing Truth or Dare, you know, things all college students do…” “I… never played Truth or Dare… on college or…” “Really? Not even with V?” “No, I wouldn’t be comfortable with him either.”

There was something adorable about him looking so vulnerable… you admired Jumin’s confidence, but seeing him open up a little stirred something inside of you. “Are you comfortable right now?” “I suppose.” “Okay… ask me!” “Pardon?” “Truth or Dare! Ask me if I want Truth or Dare!” your voice sounded very enthusiastic, the wine was getting to you.

“Truth or Dare, MC?” he smirked. “Hmmm… Truth.” He looked at you, confused. “Oh, I didn’t explain the rules, right? You just have to ask me a question, and I have to tell the truth, usually you ask something I can only answer yes or no, but I’ll make an exception since it’s your first time. Ask me anything!” This was definitely interesting…

“Why did you accept my invitation to come here tonight?” “That’s easy! I enjoy your company, Jumin, very much!” “Oh… I… enjoy your company as well, MC.” Your eyes were locked, you looked dazzling, he was fascinated by your honesty, spontaneity and uniqueness… “Truth or Dare, Jumin?” Oh… now it was your turn… the wine made him curious and adventurous “Dare.” “Okay… I dare you to show me how much you enjoy my company, Jumin…” you made your way to him and sat on his lap, Jumin was shook, this was so bold and… exciting! You felt his hand move to the back of your neck and pull you closer…

Jumin woke up when Elizabeth climbed up to the bed, next to his head, her whiskers tickled his forehead and he opened his eyes, longing to find you beside him in the bed… you weren’t there. It was all a drunk delirium? You were being the death of him that much that he was dreaming about you again? He felt a little disgusted at himself for covering an adorable sweet lady like you of impure thoughts! Impure and delicious thoughts…

His phone buzzed and that smile from last night was back on his face again when he read your text: “I hope Elizabeth enjoyed the wine and you enjoyed the night. See you at my house tonight!”


Saeyoung

He usually wouldn’t drink, but you were so adamant about it, pouting and begging him to join you it was impossible to say no. And he knew it was the right decision as soon as you turn your pouting into the brightest smile he had ever seen. If you only knew how much he loves your smile… especially when he was the reason for you to be smiling…

“But… I have one condition. It has to be on my terms!” he said on a very teasing tone. “You name it!” he wasn’t expecting you would agree so quickly, that got him excited. “So… I propose a drinking game featuring the RFA chatroom!”

Yoosung makes a typo? Shot! Jaehee scolds Yoosung for wasting his life over LOLOL? Shot! Jumin posts a blurry picture? Shot! (Bonus shot if it is a picture of Elizabeth)  Zen uses the words: “handsome”, “jerk” or “furball’? Shot! Anybody ask you if you have eaten? 3 shots!

Two hours and 16 shots later, you two were turnt! Laughing of everything and you unconsciously started being a  little handsy, resting your head on his shoulder, touching his arm without apparent reason… he noticed and got nervous. You two chose some light drink knowing it would be a lot of shots, and he knew he was losing control of his good judging, and you leaning over him like this… lord help him, he was shivering!

“Are you cold? I can warm you up!” you told him smiling. “I’m fine, MC.  Hey! We didn’t… we didn’t finish our game! We should do an edition featuring… us!” “Us?”

“Yeah! You know, everytime I do a crazy joke, I take a shot, and… everytime you… do that thing with your… no,forget it!” “I do what?” “Nevermind, I don’t know what I’m saying!” “Saeyoung…” oh! He melted everytime you said his real name… “Yep, that thing with your… breasts?” “What about my boobs, Saeyoung?” he didn’t sense any hint of teasing, you genuinely didn’t know what he was talking about. “It’s just… you… use your arms to… push them together and… MC, I’m really drunk!” he was so embarrassed.

“Yeah, no shit!” you laughed. He was blushing so much, it looked so sweet! You loved how he was always trying to play cool and be the memelord, but whenever you were able to get him like this, it was just… too much satisfying!

“So… were you looking at my boobs?” “Well, it’s hard not to look when you… you do that… but it’s nothing dirty, it’s just… cute.” “Cute?” “Yeah…” “I see… do you want to feel  how cute I am?” “What? MC,I…” “Because I think you’re pretty cute too, and I can see your… cuteness showing up right now…” you moved your hand to under his shirt, he was gasping… “Come on, Saeyoung, show me your cuteness…”

He woke up with Saeran throwing a pillow at his face. He dozed off on the couch and his head was spinning around a little… but most important, where were you? You were here last night, weren’t you? Drinking with him, laughing at and with him, and touching him… oh hohoho! What a nasty dream! You would tease him forever if you heard about this. But what other reactions you could have? Could you enjoy this as much as he did?

“Get off, you fool! It’s my turn now! Don’t try to play funny and break our deal!” Saeyoung looked puzzled from what his brother was saying. “Seriously, you and MC had the house for yourselves last night, now it’s my turn! Go to her place or something, she said you could go when you wake up, so move” and boy did he move


Saeran

You just wanted to run away for a few hours, work was stressing your mind off and  your family was bothering you with nonsense. Seeing your struggle, Saeran kidnapped you, sorta.

He just took you to this motel out of town and explained he would go there once in a while to run away from his brother a little and just enjoy some alone time. He was sharing his secret place with you, how cool was that?

You brought some whisky along with you. Usually he didn’t drink, but he decided to join you, it’s been a while since he haven’t drink anything but Dr. Pepper, since it was the only drink available at his house.

“To our problems” you proposed a toast. He laughed softly, “To being fucked up” and you both chugged. You loved how comfortable he would be around you, it made you feel special, and he looked so handsome under the moonlight coming inside the bedroom by the window. And a chug quickly became a few chugs, and then a lot…

“Hey, is this one of those motels with pools?” you asked. “Yeah, I guess…” “Cool! Come on!” you dragged him out of bed, which was a relief, because he was starting to feel weirdly aroused with you beside him in the bed.

“Wanna go for a swim?” you asked him. “What? No! You’re drunk and you don’t even have a swimsuit!” he was sitting on the board of the pool, looking at the water. “Says who?” he just saw you jumping in the water and your dress thrown at his face.

He wouldn’t dare to look, were you… in the buff? He sighed in relief when he saw you were wearing underwear, a lacy black bra and dark pink panties… you looked… beautiful… “Won’t you join me? The water is great!” “I… I don’t know how to swim.” “Oh, it’s not even that deep. See?” you stood up and now he could see your whole body, he looked away, blushing.

“It’s okay, I can teach you to float, at least.” You went to him on the board, he felt his whole body tensing up. “N-No! I don’ want to! Get away from me!” “Are you afraid?” you teased him, he glared at you. “I’ll show you afraid!”

He took his shirt off and jumped in the water, the – thank god – cold water. You made your way to him and  put your hands on his shoulders. “Do you trust me, Saeran?” “Unfortunately, I do…” you giggled and rested your head on his chest, when you looked up, your eyes were locked to his, his hands slipped to your waist…

Saeran woke up screaming out your name. He looked everywhere in the house for you, but you weren’t there? A dream? Really? Well, this was better than all his terrible nightmares, so much better! But still… why couldn’t it be real? He wanted to take you to his special place and make you feel special… would he ever be able to or should he just settle with his dreams?

“Hey, bro! Are you okay? You got home all soaked last night! Oh, and MC left a message, you should call her” he never thought something Saeyoung said would make him so happy.

anonymous asked:

Fremione! "I can't believe you talked me into this"

Everything was ready. The plan was flawless and they’d been going over it for weeks. Today was the day, today it was finally going to happen.

And then, hopefully, George would shut his big fat mouth.

Fred’s face couldn’t help but contort into a blissful grin as he envisioned a future where his brother and Angelina finally got together, meaning that Fred finally got to go ten seconds without hearing his twin talking about how amazing Angelina was or having him ask Fred if he too had noticed the confidence she carried now as their team captain.

Ugh …

Instead, Fred held out hope that the two of them getting together would mean less talk and more snog, strange as that might sound. But if it was for the greater good! Even Lee, who never shied away from expressing admiration for any lady, was growing tired of the rambles of a lovesick idiot.

It was near Christmas and mistletoes existed in abundance, but the one Fred had designed was engineered to nail down anyone who stepped underneath and wouldn’t let go until they’d kissed properly—as in none of that friendly peck on the cheeks nonsense. There would be no room for misinterpretation. All that remained was for Lee to steer the lovebirds to stand beneath the archway on the fourth floor. It was secluded and quite romantic with its view of the snow-covered grounds and the looming sunset. It was the perfect setting for his plan …

“Fred?”

Fred startled, flying up from his crouched position where he’d been peeking around the corner to where the archway was, and turned around meeting Hermione Granger’s suspicious gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Recovering from the surprise, Fred plastered on the most innocent smile available in his repertoire. “Hermione,” he said, “good evening.”

She wasn’t fooled and crossed her arms, making her robes move and call attention to the shining Prefect badge on her chest. “What are you up to?”

“I—“ There was a tingling sensation and Fred stopped in horror. He looked to the side, with Hermione following his move, and as he’d predicted, there was his brother. But he wasn’t alone.

“Angelina?” Hermione’s frown from before let up and was replaced with a look of surprise. “I thought you were on your way to the Quidditch pitch?”

Angelina grimaced. Fred could hear the gears in Hermione’s brain working next to him, attempting to discern the cause of Angelina’s guilt-ridden face.

Fred addressed his brother, “George, tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

George—who unlike Angelina bore no signs of feeling bad—smirked. “I did nothing that you hadn’t already planned on doing to me, Freddie.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” grumbled Angelina as the twins were fighting a battle with their eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

Hermione’s eyes bulged. “What? What is happening, Angelina? Why can’t I move?”

Fred broke away from glaring at his brother and pointed up, sighing, “Mistletoe.”

Hermione groaned. “Merlin …”

“Now, we’re merciful enough to not gather you an audience, but hopefully this’ll remind you to not meddle,” said George, catching Fred’s attention again.

“Meddle?”

Fred ignored Hermione’s questioning eyes, knowing that she wanted to know how much he was to blame for their situation. He instead busied himself shouting obscenities at his brother, who did nothing but wave unconcernedly whilst walking away, Angelina trailing behind him and sending a last ‘sorry’ Hermione’s way.  

Once they were around the corner and out of sight, Fred stopped his shouting but continued cursing his twin in his mind. If they had the connection everyone always claimed they had, then George would be hearing him loud and clear.

“What do we do now?” Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

“There’s nothing to do,” admitted Fred, facing her at last. “This thing isn’t going to let up until we’ve done as told.”

“I can’t believe someone with your genius didn’t build in a failsafe.”

“Failsafe?” asked Fred, hint of a smile growing wider, “And excuse me, did you say genius?”

Hermione ignored him, “Failsafe, as in a code word in case you wanted to abort the mission.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know—perhaps for situations like this one!”

Fred grinned, “You know, we could really use brains like yours developing products.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, which did nothing to hide the fact that the flattery had got to her, “This is not the time to try and recruit me. Honestly, what are we going to do?”

Fred took some time to think, going over the various precautions he’d taken to ensure that whoever ended up beneath the mistletoe wouldn’t be able to get out. There really was nothing else to do but … He swallowed at the thought. This was not how he’d imagined this would go. He’d built up this image of what he was going to do for so long now that the fact that reality had caught up with him made him question everything. Surely, Hermione couldn’t be looking at him with those gorgeous and clever brown eyes of hers, asking him for a solution. Surely, she wasn’t standing so close that he could feel the warmth of her against his front (he forgot that this was because of the gravitation spell he’d cast on the mistletoe) and that he could count the freckles on her nose that were infinitely fewer than his. Surely, she wasn’t there for him to kiss. It was insane. It was preposterous. But somehow, it was reality.

Hermione spoke then, her eyes taking on an amused glint, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless.”

Fred couldn’t help it, he chuckled. “You do have that effect on me.” He summoned some courage and willed his hand to move a lock of hair behind her ear.

To his delight, a furious blush appeared on the witch’s face. “I …erm, that is …”

“Look,” said Fred, “there really only is one way to get away from this mistletoe and …I’m  afraid that—“

“Fred, I’d rather give you a small kiss than stand here any longer, so perhaps we should just get it over with.” Hermione’s face remained red, but she looked determined. Fred felt sorry as soon as he told her it wouldn’t be that easy, and watched her determination faltered.

“Bloody hell, I need to build one of those failsafes next time.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded in agreement. “All right, we should …we should just go ahead. And do it. I mean, do the kissing. That.”

Fred let out a long breath. “All right. Try to not fall in love with me after this, Granger,” he added with a wink to cover up how nervous he was.

To his surprise this made Hermione’s eyes widen in horror. Something inside Fred stirred at the look. “Granger?” he asked. “…Hermione?”

“I …” Hermione avoided looking at him now. She shook her head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s just do this and you can leave to do your pranks.”

Something wasn’t quite right, but before Fred could ask what was wrong, Hermione had grabbed him by his tie and crushed her lips against him.

At first, there was surprise. Then, amazement at the feel of her soft mouth caressing his and the way her body molded itself against him, making him clutch her tighter at the waist with one hand and tangling into her hair with the other. And after that, Fred’s sense made a slow return and he noticed the desperation emanating from the girl he was kissing. The only girl he’d wanted to kiss for months now. But somehow, he didn’t think she knew that. So he made sure she knew.

Hermione made a startled noise as his kiss deepened, but he could feel confusion gradually replace the emotions from before. After a while, the two of them broke apart gasping for air and Hermione’s eyes searched frantically over his face.

“Fred,” she asked, her eyebrows pulling close together, “are you …?”

“Yes,” he said, determined to meet her uncertain gaze as steadily as he could. “For a long time now.”

“Bloody hell,” she breathed. And then she pulled him close again, neither of them noticing that the mistletoe above them had burst into colours before disappearing.

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“It’s worse than I imagined,” Lee groaned, watching Fred and Hermione. He righted himself and looked back at Angelina and George standing next to him behind the wall. “But hopefully this’ll put a stop to his ramblings, the lovesick idiot that he is.”

knock on wood

this is from miracle’s new chapter you’ve got mail, loved the jily part a lot and wanted to share it here too with those of you who are not reading the fic, it’s been a while since I wrote anything Jily related.


“Still pining, Moony?”

“I never got to taste him,” objected Remus jokingly. “Makes him ten times more appealing and you saw him, he is a fucking greek god.”

“And then he pissed me off,” she replied with that familiar scolding tone she had. “At least don’t look so desperate.”

“Evans!”

What?” she said innocently. “If that’s what makes you happy, if he genuinely is what you think he is, go for it Rem and if he breaks your heart again, I will break his legs.”

“I’m glad you got my back,” smiled Remus. “That wanker boyfriend of yours would never do that.”

“I heard that!” yelled James from the other side. 

“Is it a lie?”

“I mean,” answered James sounding a little unsure now. “He was gonna get me tickets to the FA Cup Final.”

“Ugh, Potter,” said Lily and Remus felt her roll her eyes, there was scrambling noises coming from the other side of the phone.

“Oh- OW EVANS, that hurt,” shouted James, Lily was probably running after him in the house after that snarky comment. “Stop, trying. to. kick. me. YOU ARE FIVE FOOT NOTHING EVANS”

“I’m gonna hang up now,” laughed Remus.

“Yeah, sure,” panted Lily, that must have been one fight. “Love you, Moony”

“Love you, too, redhead.”

“Oh Potter, you shouldn’t have dragged my height into this,” laughed Lily as she tried to catch her boyfriend over the sofa and she threw the phone away carelessly

“But you are so… what’s the word?” James waited for a moment before continuing, pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned. “Ah, yes. Tiny.”

“POTTER!”

“I love it when you call my name,” he teased with a smirk on his face and a raised eyebrow. Lily was trying not to get caught up on his face because that was how she always lost these stupid fights. 

The way his mouth curled, the way his eyebrow shot up so effortlessly, his dark skin so flawless and soft and … no. She climbed up the sofa to attack the taller boy but his old reflexes were still in place and he had grabbed her by the waist and was now holding her from just below her thighs just so she can wrap his legs around his waist but Lily Evans never gave up without a fight, so for now she just dangled her feet.

“I love that you are tiny, Lils,” said James with a smile on his face, not the teasing one, the one that made Lily feel at home. “Let’s kiss and make up?”

“No,” said Lily as she tried to break free but he was too strong for him and when James buried his face in her neck she let out an involuntary laugh. “That’s not fair.”

“You smell like flowers,” he continued as he placed a soft, wet kiss on Lily’s neck that made her gasp a little bit. “I’ll never get over how beautiful you are even when we are old and grumpy.”

His eyes were so intense, Lily felt like he was being drawn into a blackhole.

“And this is how you get away with everything, you git,” she said as she wrapped her legs around James’ waist. She let her fingers get tangled in his messy locks before she leant in to give a small kiss to his boyfriend. “Now let me down.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” grinned James as he made her jump a little to get a better grasp of her, his hand were so familiar on Lily’s legs and she could feel his grip get a little bit tighter, just the right amount.

James had a way with Lily, it was like magic. When he tilted his head just a little bit she was already hearing her own heart beats and it was soft but hungry kisses, his hair brushing on Lily’s forehead and it was so hard to breathe, when his grip got a bit tighter, she let out a moan, he just knew everything about her now. The power she gave to him was ridiculous, but he was ridiculous, too. It was the way he knew just the right time to slide his tongue in, the way they were in such harmony with eyes closed. He had started walking and without hesitation Lily knew where they were going and soon enough she felt the wooden door behind her. James kept her pinned to the door as his hands cupped her cheek ever so softly making Lily want to go mad, now his fingers were in her hair tugging gently and her back arched making him smile, she could feel it on her lips. 

“James, the door,” she whispered barely.

“No,” he objected and he was pulling her hair a bit harder exposing her neck to him. He trailed down with the softest of kisses, her jawline, her neck and nibbing at her collarbones making Lily hum happily. She loved that James took his time with her but sometimes she just wanted him to throw her on the bed already.

Potter.”

His hands were trailing up and down her arched back and it was about time, he would just open the bloody door. She tried finding the door knob as he was busy making her go crazy but her hand was pinned above her in a matter of seconds. 

“Jamie,” she begged. “The door, please.”

“I told you I loved it when you said my name,” smirked James as he pinned her against to wall harder with his hips and Lily barely kept herself contained however James didn’t, his eyes locked on hers like the world would end if he didn’t. Lily tried throwing her head back but she didn’t have much space, so she just closed her eyes and licked her lips, two could play this game. He took a deep breath and Lily’s top was gone in the flash of an eye. Lily freed her hand and put them on his boyfriend’s shoulders, her fingers softly trailing his shoulder muscles, God she was thankful for all the sports he did and as James continued his teasing, Lily dug her fingernails in his skin just a little bit, making sure he knows if she is going down, he is coming with her and the small grin he gave as he reached for the door handle confirmed Lily’s expectations.

When he slowly let her down to the bed, Lily wiggled out of jeans as James took his t-shirt off, there he was in all his glory the bloody idiot that stole her heart and Lily Evans smiled to herself, enjoying the view before he caught her by the legs and pulled her towards him.

“A little too excited aren’t we?” he asked with that stupid smile on his face, his eyes shining with mischief.

“Shut it and just lose the pants Potter,” she ordered and James just raised an eyebrow before he landed a kiss on her inner thigh. 

“No, I think I will enjoy this a little more,” he said as his hands roamed around her legs. “Just for making me run around the house, you know?”

“James Potter, you– oh,” cried Lily before she could help herself and bit her lip before she let her boyfriend take full control, God knew he knew what he was doing.

touch me (m) | park jimin

summary: a dance-off turns into something with more.. skin

pairing: k.a.r.d.member!reader, reg.!jimin

request:  I’m waiting on the jimin request I sent you about jimin falling for you and you’re an upcoming artist 😍

rated: m

a/n: im starting off 2017 by reintroducing smut to my blog… i realize sex is a beautiful thing, not to be afraid of, and that the chances of any of us having it with these amazing men is slim to none. in no way is this meant to represent park jimin or what he would do as an actual person, but instead is meant to represent an intimate part of him we will probably never get the chance to see lmao. also based off K.A.R.D.

Debut was months ago, but you still got nervous every time you saw how many people were in the audience. 

Stood in a room empty, save for your group members, you hung out by the bar towards the back of the room, nodding your head along to the low bass rumbling from the speakers- courtesy of Jiwoo’s aux cord and Pandora station. Sipping on some odd mixture of Mountain Dew and vodka, you glanced back at the mirror you leant against, making sure you hadn’t messed up the lipstick you were meant to wear for your performance later. It was dark red, as was the whole concept for your debut. Your group, newly debuted from BigHit Entertainment as a mixed-gender, was nervous yet excited for their fourth stage this week. You had a solo, as expected being the leader, and your status as the lead dancer had you running through your moves in your head. 

The door to your closed off section jingled and your eyes shot towards the entrance. It slammed back against the wall and seven sweaty boys jogged into the room, cheering and slapping one another on the backs in congratulations. 

Bangtan Sonyeondan. They were your senior group but you’d grown up with them, being a trainee in BigHit for a little over seven years. Their maknae was a year younger than you and their eldest was only three, and the similar ages made for lots of teasing, jokes, and laughs. They were like the brothers you never had- of course, not including your actual group members, Taehyung and Matthew. 

Their faces were pink and their gasps filled the room quickly. You eyed them all and their fancy clothing- all cuffs and puffy shoulders and lace vests. You smiled, admiring how good they all looked until you came to- 

fuck, he was already looking at you. 

Park Jimin was the one you’d gotten close to over trainee years. He was the first one who welcomed you to BigHit when he was a trainee himself and even through his debut, his trip to America, and his maturing in dance in music he’d stayed as your friend and, sadly, like a brother. His hair had been dyed blonde as their concept for a comeback and you’d be lying if you said the blue contacts he wore weren’t attractive. Everything about him was attractive, though, if you were honest. His jaw was sharp and his nose was irritatingly perfect, along with pursed pink lips glistening with the stylist’s personal gloss, tan yet somehow light (it was the make up, you were sure) flawless skin and ugh

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly at the sight of the five of you. He rushed forward to greet everyone, along with a shining Hobi and a proud Namjoon. You watched him hop around until he got to you, arms extended. “I’m so excited to see your stage!” 

“Us too,” you laughed, trying to hide your nerves behind a red solo cup. Across the room perched next to Min Yoongi, Jimin eyed your drink with one lifted brow, lips pursed perfectly and curiosity sparkling in those irises of his. 

“Don’t be nervous,” Hoseok clapped a hand down on your bare shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. You’d taken off your overshirt upon realizing you’d be waiting awhile for your stage, leaving you in a tight thermal tank top tucked into your army jeans and boots. Jimin secretly admired the way it clung to your curves, smiling softly behind his hand. 

“I’m not,” you admonished with a shaky laugh. Eyes wide at your own words, you took another long sip and hissed when the vodka burned through your nostrils. 

Hoseok stumbled backwards into Jimin and draped his arm over his shoulder. Amused, Jimin looked down at him. “I know what we can do to make everyone loosen up.” You raised your eyebrows, urging him to continue. Hoseok held his hands out like he’d just discovered something monumental, eyes narrowed and mischievous. Behind him, Jungkook was rubbing his hands together deviously. 

“Dance off.” 

You snorted behind your cup. You’d been dancing since you were four years old, taking formal ballet classes up until you discovered trap and hiphop-style dances. Swept away into the world of underground dance at the age of thirteen, Hoseok had been just introduced as a trainee, and everyone knew his name where you danced. Now you were twenty, living in Seoul with your group members in an apartment off Flower Street, dancing and earning money for it. 

You were lying if you said dancing didn’t loosen your nerves. 

“Come on,” Hoseok clapped his hands together and jumped excitedly. By the door, Kim Seokjin laughed and made his way for the bar next to you. He flashed you a wink and poured himself a drink. 

On the couch, your group member Taehyung (for the sake of confusion, you’ll just refer to him as Seph), jumped to his feet. “_____-ah against Jimin-ie. It’ll be hilarious. Street dancer against contemporary.” 

“Ahh,” you shook your head grinning, “I don’t wanna embarrass him.” 

You’d seen Jimin dance street. He was good. No, scratch that- he was better than good. He could’ve battled, even- he danced next to Hoseok flawlessly, and that was saying something. 

Across towards the door, Jimin raised his eyebrows and placed one hand over his heart, “Jagiya, I could destroy you.” 

I wish, you thought to yourself lamely. 

Babe,” you recalled your English-speaking years from your original country, being North America in New York, “don’t flatter yourself.” 

Your nickname for Jimin had all the English-speakers in the room jumping to their feet, hollering and screaming at the both of you. You noticed immediately that Jiwoo had changed the song on the speakers and turned it up, letting the low bass of August Alsina to shake the floor. At this point everyone was yelling at the two of you, calling out one another. 

Jimin held your gaze tightly. His eyes were darker now (was that possible with his contacts?), half-mooned and lips shining in a tiny, teasing smirk. His slender, skinny fingers traveled up to the buttons of his gold-and-black lace vest, undoing each one from his throat until he was removing them from his unfairly-tight jeans. He wore a white tank top underneath as an undershirt, kept in place by his expensive belt. Running a hand through his blonde locks, Jimin stepped forwards, “Well, come on then, princess.” 

Matthew hooted at you from the couch and stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, urging you to go. 

You didn’t want to start- you wanted to see what Jimin was going to bring to the table. Chugging back the rest of your vodka and Mountain Dew, you beckoned him to go first, watching as Seph and Jungkook yanked the coffee table back for more space. 

Jimin’s eyes never moved from yours. He slid to the middle of the room, breaking character just to laugh when Taehyung shut the lights off and began the strobes kept for performances. Silver and purple flashed on the dancer, enunciating every hard muscle exposed through his tank top- yeah, sure he wasn’t going to have a six pack again, like you believed that for a second. 

His legs moved forwards, jerking before they smoothed out into fluid, calculated moves. You tried not to ogle as he slid across the floor, grinding his hips onto the rug (much to Jungkook’s amusement) and smiling sloppily up at you. You swallowed, a vein in your neck throbbing awkwardly at the sight. 

Jimin slid on his knees towards you and stopped, staring up at you with a bead of sweat dripping down his front pec and under his tank top. His eyes were hooded but held amusement and… something else, you couldn’t be sure of. A pink, wet tongue came out to lick his bottom lip and he shook his hair out of his face, mouthing the words your turn

The better half of you, the half that danced and was sexy for this concept and knew what to do to look good, took over the one that was nervous and awkward at the sight of him like that. You set down your empty cup and swept your hair backwards, smirking down at him while licking your lips. Matthew yelled at you and cheered, along with Jiwoo and Somi, who clapped eagerly. 

Stepping forwards, you jerked your leg to the side and followed it, transitioning into more fluid movements before falling backwards and catching yourself on one hand, grinding your hips up into the air. The sounds of your friends screaming for you drowned out against the smooth chords of the song. You could anticipate the next beats and you followed them, experimenting and deciding whether you would drag or rush. At one point you caught Jimin’s eye, holding his gaze as you stuck one leg out and swung your hips back and forth, running your hands through your hair and holding the strands up so they could fall messily back onto your face. 

Jimin’s lips parted, lust written across his face though you couldn’t be sure. He spun across the room towards you and stopped just at your feet, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You sucked in a breath at the proximity, watching with wide, shocked eyes. For a moment you thought he might kiss you but the thought disappeared when he swiveled backwards, feet moving and sweeping across the floor. You stared in awe at every muscle, every jerky and every graceful movement Jimin committed before you. 

Every group member in the room was yelling now, all on their feet and calling at either you or Jimin, urging one or the other to fight back. Your muscles were loose now, whether it was from dancing or vodka you weren’t sure, but you rushed forwards and cut the blonde off from his next move, whipping your hair around so that it could fall into your face. Smirking to yourself, you fell backwards onto one hand and ground your hips up into the air- the move everyone deemed American and the one move you loved to break out. With a sloppy grin on your face you spun around and stuck your ass out, crawling towards Jimin, who was leaning up against the couch, his face glistening with sweat and eyes darker than you remember. 

The door to the room flew open and a woman with a clipboard and glasses hurried in, “K.A.R.D., you’re on in ten. Get backstage.” She eyed you curiously, on the floor and already sweating before your performance. “You should probably see makeup before you go on.” 

You laughed to yourself and hid your face in your hands, suddenly embarrassed at what you’d just done. The music ended and you hopped to your feet, absently wiping at the perspiration on your forehead and hurrying to grab your jacket. The Bangtan boys fell onto the empty spaces you left for them, though Jimin stood by the door, arms folded and rippling as you hurried to makeup. The last one out, no one noticed when he caught you by your bicep and held you in place. 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, frozen. You stared at Jimin in confusion, your chest tight when he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “We’re not finished.” 

Heart pounding, you scurried out of the room, trying desperately not to pass out as you went. 


Jimin took the red cup from Jin and propped himself up on the arm of couch, watching the television screen as the letters “K.A.R.D.” flashed across the bottom. He sipped from the soda Taehyung had thankfully poured him, free of alcohol or anything of the sort, eagerly waiting for the lights to flash on. 

The beat was fairly American, a sort of trap-dance tune that reminded Jimin of the style their own group was going for. He wasn’t sure if everyone else was nailing their choreography or lines, though, because his eyes were glued to you. 

You looked outrageously gorgeous in the outfit, even if it was simple, and the way you danced was so fluid and personalized that he found his lips parting unconsciously. By the time it was your turn to sing, Jimin was on the edge of his seat, watching as you slipped between notes and rapping. His nails dug into the thick denim of his jeans when you turned to roll your hips against Matthew, and he reminded himself to never watch the choreography video. 

The camera zoomed into you and you smiled lazily to yourself, face glistening with sweat and you eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He wondered if you got off on dancing like he did, if you fell completely in love with whatever you were doing so much so that it turned you on. 

“She’s so good,” Jungkook fell into the seat behind him and rested his arm on Jimin’s thigh. “You know she’s close to my age?” 

Jimin narrowed his eyes and leaned back to hit Jungkook behind the head, “Don’t get any ideas.” 


“We killed it!” 

Matthew jogged up next to you, dropping one sweaty arm over your shoulder and pulling you tightly against him. You smiled, high off each other’s excitement and pride, walking alongside his stumbling feet.You knew you’d have to wait a bit before you were allowed to leave so you followed your group back to the waiting room-

“Hey,” popping out of one of the hallways was the one person you’d been thinking about. Jimin appeared, lips curled into a tight, obviously forced smile. He glanced between Matthew and yourself, one eyebrow raised in your direction. “Can I borrow ____-ah for a moment? I wanted to talk to her about the point dance.” 

Matthew glanced down at you curiously, before glancing back up at Jimin. You swallowed and nodded your head understandingly. “I’ll be back soon,” you reassured you group, who’d all stopped now to watch the interaction suspiciously. Squeezing Matthew’s arm reassuringly, you stepped closer to Jimin, arms folded over your chest. 

He watched until everyone had filed into the room before his fingers closed around your wrist. In one fluid, powerful movement Jimin had pulled you into an empty dressing room, one you didn’t even know existed. You stumbled in, eyes wide and a gasp sucking in through your lips. Jimin hurried to lock the door. When he turned around, he wasn’t the sunshine small boy you saw in interviews or on shows, but someone you only saw when he danced- someone  with dark eyes, and less than good intentions. 

Jimin’s tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip, “You.” 

You gulped. He moved towards you and you stepped backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. The cushions jumped underneath your weight and your eyes bulged, watching in shock as Jimin moved towards you. His legs were slow, eyes narrowed, like a lion stalking a gazelle. You scooted backwards on the couch, chest heaving, “M-Me?” 

A tiny smirk quirked on the edges of his lips. Jimin placed his knee on the arm of the couch, slowly moving until he was crawling over your body, rigid and frozen beneath him. You could smell his cologne now- strong but fruity, and you had half a mind to thank the stylists later. 

“J-Jimin, what’re you doing?” You whispered shakily. Jimin lowered his head until his mouth was by your ear, softly brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

“Can I?” His breath was hot and wet, his cheek softly leaning against your own. Your voice was lost somewhere in your throat, gone from shock and surprise. You could only nod your head pathetically. In one sharp movement Jimin was hovering above you again, his colored eyes glaring down into your skull, but there was something warm behind them- something he’d been looking at you a lot with. “I need to hear it.” 

The ball in your throat bobbed nervously, “Yes.” 

There was no time in between your words and his mouth attaching itself to yours. Your eyes were wide and round, pupils gone to pinpoints, staring at the top of Jimin’s blonde head. A fire coiled in the lowest pit of your stomach at the softness of his lips and you had always imagined it would feel this way- soft, cushiony, and wet against your own. Your fingers moved up to his shoulders, gripping his skin tightly. “Jesus,” Jimin whispered against your mouth, “you taste so fucking good.” 

The alcohol was gone from your system, you knew that, and you knew it was okay to kiss him without feeling terrible. The sweat perspiring on your skin must’ve tasted sour but Jimin licked at it nonetheless, softly moaning in the deep pit of his throat, the deepest it had ever sounded. He sucked on the thin skin, his warm tongue sliding over whatever it could reach. Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, your breaths suddenly short, bursting in the air. 

“Jimin…” gripping his shoulders tightly, he leaned back so that he could look down at you, eyes half-lidded and lips swelling quickly. You were sure by now you’d soaked through your underwear but you hoped he couldn’t tell, couldn’t feel it when he flipped the two of you over so that you were straddling him. But by the way his eyes rolled back in his skull, you figured he had. 

His cock strained between your legs. The denim-on-denim was rough and you wished you could’ve ripped his jeans off right there, but the better part of you knew not to, so you opted to kiss him, sucking and licking on all the places he’d done to you. 

Your thoughts, for the moment, had subsided. While you were still in disbelief that this was happening- to you, of all people- you allowed yourself to become lost in the way he felt underneath you, writhing and whispering your name against your lips and God, was this really happening

Jimin’s hands came to rest on your hips, tugging frustratedly at the band of your pants. “Can I…” he whispered against your chin. His breaths were heavy on your skin, his eyelashes fluttering softly against your cheek. You glanced down at the sight of him- flushed with want, that ridiculously handsome face of his glistening with beads of sweet. You’d be clinically insane if you were to say no. 

Your tiny word of approval was enough for him. Suddenly you were being thrown back against the couch, the back of your head lying comfortably on the arm rest. Jimin crawled down so that he was eye-level with your abdomen. He eagerly began to undo the buttons, pulling down the zipper so fast you worried it would break. You lifted your hips to help him tug the jeans down your legs. He chewed on his bottom lip as you wriggled out of them, pulling your shoes off after. 

Jimin hesitated. Your heart stopped when you realized something- you weren’t wearing underwear. Fuck, how had you forgotten? Even your stylist emphasized not wearing any, as it would bunch up in your jeans and make a visible line during the performance- not even a thong was an option, Junwoo had enunciated. 

His eyes narrowed at the sight of you, legs spread open before him and your pupils blown, staring down at you. Your pussy was just as perfect as he imagined it would be, glistening with your wetness, practically throbbing for his touch. One hand gripped your thigh tightly, pushing it farther away from the other. Jimin let out a long, slow breath, “I can fucking smell you.” 

His soft lips found the skin of your knee, slowly kissing their way up your thighs, until they were close enough that you couldn’t breathe, that you could feel his hair brushing your inner leg. Your stomach tightened with knots, tensed up before him. You could feel his short breaths panting onto your lips. Suddenly he was gripping the edges of your tank top and ripping the fabric in half, a smirk on his lips when he saw the soft red shade of your bra, pushing your breasts up a considerable amount. 

“Mine,” he whispered against your leg, cheek resting comfortably on your inner thigh, “you’re mine.” 

Before you could even possibly think up a response, that ridiculously warm pink tongue of his was darting from his lips, licking one long stripe up your folds. Your breath caught in your throat and everything froze for a moment, stilling at the unbelievable sensation. You could feel his smile against your thigh, though it disappeared when he leaned forwards, hiding his face between your legs. You gasped and grabbed onto his blonde strands, jerking your hips up uncontrollably. 

“So sweet,” Jimin mouthed against you. His tongue gave long strokes of kitten licks over your wet folds, dancing across your labia and teasing your clit. You pulled on his hair when he found your hole, grazing over the entrance, before he moved back up to suck on you. Pathetic whimpers escaped your parted lips, your eyes wide and staring down at the sight before you. 

You weren’t sure how long he went for, but it felt like eternity. You gripped his hair so much you worried it would rip out but he didn’t complain. Low growls rumbled in his throat, humming against your open legs in a manner that couldn’t even be described as ‘sexy’. Jimin was something else- was he even human? You weren’t sure. Especially with how undeniably gorgeous he looked at that moment. 

You stopped breathing when his finger crawled up your thigh, teasing your entrance. Jimin looked up at you with dilated eyes, his mouth and chin glistening in the fluorescents with your juices. A smirk quirked at the edge of his lips as he slipped one finger inside you- an easy feat, considering how wet you were. A long, drawn-out moan vibrated in the air- you weren’t sure if it was you or him, but God, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore. 

“Fuck,” Jimin curled his finger inside you, “fuck, you’re so wet.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, “Jimin… please..” 

He glanced up at you, one finger lost between your legs, “Please what, baby girl?” 

The petname pulled at something warmer inside you- the part of you that admired the way Jimin smiled and not at the way he moaned against your thighs. Your chest expanded with something foreign but you couldn’t focus on that- not with the way he was looking at you. 

“I can’t-” you stared down at him, your chest heaving, “if you keep going..” 

Your hole was pushed apart by another finger of his, the one with the thick band- the sight of it almost made you scream, as you’d always admired how his hands looked with the amount of rings he bore. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

“Jimin,” you pulled on a strand of his hair and narrowed your eyes, “i-if you keep going… I mean- I.. I want to cum with you…” 

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, anticipating what you were to say next. He pushed his two fingers deeper inside you, curling them and rubbing them along your walls. “Say it.” 

“With you in me,” you finally exhaled. You stopped, waiting to see what his reaction would be. The dark color of his eyes was visible through the ring left by his colored contacts, burning through your bones and setting your skin ablaze. In less than a registered second he was crawling up your body, hastily ripping off his shirt and discarding it somewhere along with your torn one. You helped him undo the buckle of his jeans but you got caught in the odd, fashionable way they’d been done. “Fuck, these stupid fucking stylists and their-” 

Jimin chuckled down at you and quickly undid it himself, “You’re so precious.” His words were soft and meant for himself, but you caught them being muttered quietly. Your heart bloomed with more than lust for him, though you pushed it down, mentally reminded yourself this was probably just sex and he most likely didn’t feel the same way you felt about him. 

By the time he’d finally managed to get his jeans off, you were in awe. His length stood proudly against his abdomen, which rippled with taut muscles that you wished he wouldn’t work so hard for- he was gorgeous either way. 

He was… wow. You weren’t expecting him to be large, just because he was small and adorable and not what you were witnessing before you. Veins throbbed along the side of his cock, his head soft and pink and glistening with pre-cum. Was it even possible for everything about him, even his dick, to be perfect and beautiful? 

“If you keep staring at me like that, princess,” Jimin warned as he pressed on hand on your cheek, “I won’t be able to stop myself.” 

Bravery burst through your lips, “Don’t.” 

Smiling down at you, Jimin’s fingers, slick with your wetness, moved up to your lips, rubbing the whitish substance over your mouth. You stared up at him in disbelief, confused as to what he was doing, before he moved down to press his lips on yours, licking across what he’d just put on you. The fire between your legs erupted and you sat up to push him back onto the couch. He bounced back on the cushions, gazing up at you in a mixture of confusion and lust. Slowly, you crawled over him, positioning yourself so that your pussy was rubbing along his shaft. You held his hungry glare as you undid the clasp of your bra. It fell off your shoulders, exposing your breasts to his predatory gaze. 

Jimin sat up quickly and pulled you down onto him. He attached his mouth to your breast and nibbled on your nipple, licking at whatever skin he could find. You held the back of his head in a gasp, grinding your wet folds down onto him. 

He slowed and gripped your hips tightly. His fingers dug into your skin and Jimin looked up at you through hooded eyes, silently begging your permission. You chewed down on your lip and nodded your head, whispering the word “yes”. 

Your world slowed as his head slid up and down your folds, gathering enough of your wetness so that could press himself against your entrance. You held onto his shoulders, staring down at him as you slowly sank onto his cock. 

You’d had sex before, sure enough. You’d had sex in the back of cars, trying to hide from the paparazzi, but it was all to get over those puppy dog eyes Jimin would give you during rehearsal and training and practicing, to fuck away the memory of how much you were attracted to him. But, now you were here, sitting on his dick with his hands holding your waist, low growls emitting from the deep pit of his throat- and it was all for you. 

The two of you recovered the fluidity of your movements just an hour before. You recalled the way he swept across the floor and how you ground your hips onto it, yet now they were on him, above him. “Fuck,” Jimin groaned beneath you as he jerked himself back up into you, “you’re so tight, what the fuck.” 

Pathetic whines broke through your pursed lips. You couldn’t find it in yourself to even form anything other than moans or cries of pleasure, and you hoped suddenly that Jiwoo had put her music back on and that no one could hear you fucking yourself onto Park Jimin in this empty waiting room. 

“I’m not gonna last long,” Jimin whimpered. His hands moved up to cup your bouncing breasts, holding them in place and kneading them while his cock pistoned in and out of you. You meant to reply with “me neither” but the words never found their way to his ears, lost in your moans and pleas for him to fuck you harder. 

His breaths got shorter, panting out into the room. By now you were sweating more than any dancing had ever gotten you, and your hands were in your hair, holding it back from your flushed face. Jimin held your hips tightly and sat up, pushing you back onto the couch again. He grabbed the back of your knee and hoisted it up and over his shoulder, positioning himself so that he could slide deeper into you. You held onto the fabric of the couch and his bicep, your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

Jagiya-” Jimin’s strained voice cut off and he let out one long, shaking groan. His hips stilled against your thighs and you gasped, unable to look at him. He stared down at you as his hot cum shot inside you, and he thrust his hips again, wanting to watch the way your breasts bounced at the force and how your face contorted with pleasure. Your cunt tightened around his cock, milking him better than he could’ve himself. 

Jimin collapsed on top of you and dropped his forehead onto the crook of your shoulder. “I don’t wanna pull out yet,” he confessed against your neck, his heavy breaths forming perspiration on your baby hairs. 

“Don’t,” you reached up to drive your fingers through his locks, pushing them back from his pink forehead. You smiled at the sight of him like this- fucked out and tired, laying on your body, exhausted and used. 

Minutes passed before he found it in himself to pull out. You sucked in a breath at the loss and gripped the couch tightly, eyes closed. 

“Shit,” Jimin froze, halfway out, “shit, did I hurt you?” 

You chewed on your lip and shook your head, “N-No.” 

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Did I hurt you, _____-ah?” 

You looked anywhere but him and swallowed thickly, “It’s just… I haven’t… in a long time and-” you glanced down at the floor and pursed your lips awkwardly, “sorry.” 

The last of his flaccid member fell out of you and you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t be sorry,” Jimin shook his head in disbelief and hurried to move off the couch. He rushed to somewhere in the room and your heart stilled. He was leaving. You knew it was too good to be true- that Park Jimin, of all people, would want to stay with you after fucking you. 

“Here,” he reappeared with a blanket and crawled in next to you, draping it over your exposed body and tucking it in by your arm. Your eyes widened in surprise when he pulled you closer into him, hugging you against his chest. 

“Jimin…” you whispered, dumbfounded, “what’re you doing?” 

He smiled sleepily down at you, nustling his sweaty head against yours, “We’re not going out there until we’ve rested. We can tell them we went and got ice cream, or something- but I’m not passing up an opportunity to be with you.” 

Your cheeks flooded with warmth and you looked away from him, staring at the interlocked frame of your nude bodies underneath the sheets. “O-Okay..” 

“Okay,” Jimin hugged you closer. “Let’s sleep then. Tomorrow we can go on a date.” 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, and suddenly you were awake. “A-A date?” 

Jimin nodded his head and let out a sigh, “I wanna take you on a date. Is that okay?” 

That warmth returned to your chest, expanding through your body, to everywhere he touched you, everywhere he kissed you. “Y-Yeah… it’s more than okay.” 

Jimin beamed, though his eyes were tired and lidded. He reached up with a sigh and pulled out the contacts, discarding them on the coffee table. You looked up at him and smiled, admiring the new chocolate color his eyes were- the color you’d fallen for a long time ago. He glanced down at you, his chest tight, and leaned forwards to kiss your lips. 

“Let’s sleep.” 

Look at this precious little thing I can totally imagine him being a mess the first time but hey let’s give him a chance hehe (;


There was an unspoken tension in the room as Hanbin made himself comfortable on your bed after taking a shower, a small smile playing on his lips as he just sat there admiring the way you sat in front of the dresser going about your post shower routine. Perhaps it was the way his oversized shirt rode up your petite frame to reveal more of your thighs whenever you lifted your arms to your face or simply the fact that yes, he was spending the night at your place for the first time ever, but there was definitely just something about finally being alone with you in your dimly lit bedroom that made him a little nervier than usual as if you both were expecting something to happen.


“A penny for your thoughts,” You said, snapping him out of his daze as you climbed onto his lap and applied some lotion on his face.


“Oh…it’s nothing,” He shrugged, his hands hesitating for a bit before finding its way to your waist.

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ktwesterna  asked:

How about a chlonath response to other weddings (ie djwifi, Adrienette, even Maylene and Ivan)? I could see her getting very worked up about others getting married when she isn't. I also see him being very amused by that.

I combined this with @maerynn-blog​‘s suggestion, “clonath preparing their wedding???“



“This is gross.”  Chloe set down her empty champagne glass, scowling.

“Not everyone can afford Dom Perignon, Chlo.”

“Stupid tomato.”  She rolled her eyes.  “I wasn’t talking about the champagne, though now that you mention it, it is subpar.”

Nathanaël’s lips twitched in amusement.  “This is not gross, this is sweet.”

“They’re being nauseating again.”

“They’re newlyweds.  This is their wedding reception.  They’re supposed to be nauseating.”

“Why am I here?”

“Because you’re not actually the raging bitch you want everyone to think you are.”

“You’re such a pain sometimes.”  She picked up her champagne glass and scowled into it.  “Why is this still empty?  If I have to watch Ivan and Mylene hang all over one another, I’m not going to do it sober.”

Nathanaël plucked the glass from her hand and stood, snickering.  “Heaven forbid.”

Her eyes narrowed.  “Watch it, Kurtzberg.”


“Chloe, why aren’t you dressed?”

“I’m not going.”  She walked away from the door without bothering to invite him in.

He came in anyway, closing the door behind him.  “Of course you are.  You’ve already done your hair and makeup.  There’s no way you’d let that go to waste.”

“I’ll go somewhere else.”  She put a perfectly manicured hand to her flawless coiffure with a sniff.  “This effort would be wasted on them, anyway.”

“Too bad, Chlo.”  He tugged her up from her couch, grinning.  “Come on, get dressed.  It’s time to go mingle with the commoners.”  He put a hand to the small of her back and gently pushed her towards her room.  She went, grudgingly.

“Ugh, gross.  Why do you keep dragging me to these things, Kurtzberg?”

“Because I love to torture you.”  He leaned an arm on the door frame, and smiled down into her beautiful, scowling face.  “And because I know you secretly want to go.”

She slammed the door on him, and he jerked back with a laugh.  

Chloe emerged a few minutes later in a lemon yellow cocktail dress, tucking her cell phone into a small white clutch and grumbling about interfering tomatoes, and Nathanaël allowed his gaze to rake over her appreciatively.

“You look lovely, Chloe.”

“I always look lovely, Kurtzberg ,” she shot back, but a blush darkened her cheekbones and she couldn’t look him in the eye.  She huffed.  “You do know that Alya and Nino are going to be even more gross than Ivan and Mylene were, don’t you?”

He grinned at her, amused and not at all fooled by her bluster.  “I have a whole bottle of champagne in the car, just for you.  It’s yours, if you can make it through the ceremony.”

“Of course I can make it through the ceremony,” she scoffed, snatching her wrap from the back of a chair.  “And the reception, too.  Keep your champagne, Kurtzberg.”

He hid a grin behind his hand, and followed her out the door.


“It’s not enough for him to make me be here.  Oh no, he had to make me a part of the damn thing!”  Chloe peeked out of the small room to the side of the vestibule, and glared at the people filling the church.  “He hates me, doesn’t he?”

Nathanaël’s lips curled into a smile. “No, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t hate you.”

“Then why would he do this to me?”  She threw herself into his arms on a wail.  “Adrien knows I hate these things.  I can’t just duck out when I’m a member of the bridal party.”

He shook with suppressed laughter.  “I am too, don’t forget.  And we’ll be seated together at the reception.”

“It’s the only reason I agreed to this nonsense, really.”

“Mm-hmm.”  He tipped her chin up and kissed her languidly.  “The fact that he’s your oldest friend had nothing to do with it.”

She scowled, both because he was right, and because he’d stopped kissing her to speak.  “Shut up and kiss me, Kurtzberg.”

He grinned against her mouth, and kissed her again, more briefly.  “So is this why you dragged me in here?”  He nipped at her lip, then soothed it with another kiss.  “We can’t get carried away.  It’s going to start soon, and I’d hate to muss your hair.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”  She pulled away and returned to the door, frowning when she saw that the bridal party was gathering in the vestibule.  “Shit. I think we need to get out there. This isn’t going to be as long as the last one was, right?”

“No idea,” he said cheerfully.  “Come on, let’s go get in line.”

“You’re lucky I love you.  You and Adrien, both.”

He grinned at her back, thinking much the same thing.


“Hey, Chlo?”  

She glanced up at him as they meandered along the Seine, and wondered at the strange quality of his voice.  She raised her brows expectantly.

“Will you let me drag you to another wedding?”

She groaned.  “Another one? Who the hell is getting married this time, Alix and Kim? I thought they eloped!”

He stopped walking and caught at her hand, turning her to face him.  “I was hoping it would be ours.”  She gaped at him as he dropped to one knee, there in the middle of the sidewalk, and produced a small polished wood box from his pocket.  He opened it to reveal a beautiful, yet understated ring in a bed of black velvet.  A flawless yellow cushion-cut diamond sat perched in the center of a white gold ring, flanked by two, smaller, equally flawless trapezoid white diamonds.  It wasn’t large or flashy, but it was from him and it was perfect.  

“This isn’t the ring you deserve, but it’s yours—along with my heart.  I love you, Chloe.  Will you marry me?”

She looked from the ring to his anxious face, and put a hand to his cheek.  “Oh, you stupid tomato.  Of course I will marry you.”

“Oh, thank god!”  He surged to his feet and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, almost forgetting the box he still held in his shaking hand.  

She pushed him back, and held her left hand out to him, wiggling her fingers excitedly.  “Aren’t you forgetting something, Kurtzberg?  I want my ring!”

BTS WINGS IN NEWARK

SO, I’ll just get to it and tell you about my experience seeing BTS Wings in Newark. Luna and I went together so when I say “we” that’s who i’m referring to.
We got to the line at 9 am and it was already wrapped around to the other side of the building. The day started out cold but it got even colder to the point that the rain that started to fall became snow momentarily. There was also a St. Patrick’s Day Parade happening for some of the waiting. We all had to wait in line until about 1 pm for the Prudential Employees to hand out numbered wrist bands, that way we could leave the line and come back later and have the same spot. I was #819 in line. There was a really nice Japanese fansite girl who spoke Korean and a little English behind us. She said she flew from Japan. JAPAN! dedication man… anyways she gave our little line group a pack of really awesome Jungkook photocards she had taken. Her fansite is 하트트리‏ @HEARTTREE_JK on Twitter. Here the cute Photocards (Just the JK ones, Luna got me the Yoongi ones and I don’t know who made those)

  
After we got our wristbands we finally went to the bathroom and ate lunch and stood in line for that photo booth that has the video of your bias. After standing in line, you go up to a table with two girls and they check to see if you filled out the survey before they let you pick a ball blindly from a box. If you pick an orange ball you get a photocard and a personal photo with your bias. If you get a white ball, you just get the photocard. I happened to get an orange ball :D !
When you get the orange ball you wait in line again and they direct you to one of the photo booths where you enter and they close the curtain. You choose which member you want on a touch screen and then a countdown begins. So obviously I chose yoongi. He entered from the right speaking korean so I couldn’t fucking understand but I mean he was cute I think he was just telling me to do the poses he was doing or something, I hope someone took video of it and translated it anyways. He was too cute. I chose the V pose picture, you had the option of choosing which of the two photos you liked the most. I’ll show you his part of the photo because I look atrocious. 

Yeah, he cute.

One of the girls who went in after me absolutely freaked out and was screaming and laughing like crazy, I wonder who her bias was… I bet it was Jimin….
 All the staff for the photo booth were laughing with the rest of us. It was cute.
After that, we wanted to get some merch but the line was freaking HUGE and they were running out quick so instead we asked a couple girls at the front to buy what we wanted in exchange for some extra cash.


Then we went back to the hotel to warm up and change and headed back to the line a little later. They started letting us in through security check around 5:30 I think. It took an hour for us to get to the security check. 

Here is where I want to point out the extraordinary amount of trash and debris that was strewn all over the ground, increasing as we got closer to the doors. No doubt left behind by the people that camped out overnight or early in the morning. There was blankets, trash, makeup, and food spilled everywhere and i was highly disappointed and embarrassed by our fandom. There were trashcans and trash bags everywhere that they could have used so there was ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE FOR THAT MESS. And even though some of us tried to clean up there was just TOO MUCH. And the line kept moving toward security check. I hope BTS didn’t see it :( . 

Once we passed security we flat out ran to the pit to try and get as close as possible. We got pretty darn close, maybe 15 rows of bodies?
There were two screens on either side of the stage playing BTS’S mvs in chronological order of their release. We all sang along and watched while we waited until 8 pm. The energy increased as we got closer to showtime.
I can’t exactly remember but I think the show started directly after BS&T MV ended. Immediately as the lights dimmed we were forcefully shoved and pushed closer as a video reel began playing. I will break that up in two or more videos and post on tumblr soon so you can watch.
The pushing and shoving was absolutely REDICULOUS. Not to sound like the old person in the room but OMG. There were people falling and fainting and I literally was holding the people in front of me so we both didn’t fall. Do not get pit tickets if you needs space or are clostrophobic. 

Your body is pressed against strangers harder than it’s ever been, I mean I got to third base with everybody around me.

Every time a member moved across the stage, the crowd would shove that way, I ASSUME so they could follow with their phones. Wtf, just turn your phone, NOT YOUR FUCKING BODY YOU ANIMALS. Anyways. It got bad enough that the security was repeatedly telling us to back up and a move so they could help people who had fainted and fallen and almost NO ONE was listening. EVEN BTS AND NAMJOON HAD TO STOP AFTER THEIR SONG AND TELL US TO STOP AND BACK UP AND CALM DOWN I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON PEOPLE. I’m embarrassed for American ARMY.

So I’m not gonna go through the song order because I could never even begin to try and remember that. Especially since I couldn’t see half of it. 😡
But I will describe as much as I can.
Omg where do I start.
The most memorable thing for me was HOBI surprisingly because he’s not even on my bias list, he’s like that best friend that I would never be attracted to but OMG he was so flirty and sweet and cute and I could tell he was enjoying himself the most. All those smile and cheeky grins.
“I’m your hope…… you’re MY hope….. I’m Jhope!!!”
Omg I love him so much. He did something to me that night. I wanna squeeze him and hug him till he pops.

FUCKING JIMIN WAS RUDE AS ALWAYS. he bent down and interacted with the front rows the most, with that stupid sexy grin and face and aaaaaaahhhh!!!! He killed.
Kookie was the one who bent down and interacted the most after Jimin with that cute smile and bright doe eyes I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him.
Tae was being cheeky and cute the whole time as expected. He did that tongue bite and smile and I can’t believe I fucking saw that 15 feet away from my face I’M DEAD. he also had that rude, intense glare a lot too, but let’s not talk about that AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ha.
I didn’t see much of Nams or Yoongi unfortunately but every time I saw Nams he was amazing. His dimples. Ugh. During cypher he did that dorky but adorable jumping he does, you know what I’m talking about. At some point I was in the middle and so was he and he was turned to the side and I’m just gonna say that I had a clear and up close view of that crotch AHHHH FUCKKKKKKK. he also smiled and laughed a couple times like a cutie.
I barely saw Jin. I’m sorry for you Jin stans reading this but he killed his solo song. He did beautifully and we all sang with him. UGH, MY HEART.

 SO. Kookie’s solo. That fancy footwork, I mean damn. He killed it. And not to mention he was wearing a white satin shirt that was immediately soaked in sweat and sticking to his chest YAS! Literally during the second or third song, he did a turn in the choreography, I don’t remember what song it was sorry but as he turned I could literally see the sweat fly off the ends of his hair. Sadly, it did not hit me in the face. I saw his beautiful hands and his mouth moving as he sang, ugh. I will never not appreciate every moment.

 Namjoons solo was chill and deep as fuck. He told us to
“feel the flow and rhythem”
and let his hand just dance in the air as he rapped/sang with closed eyes and it was so beautiful and I did. I felt the music. When it came to his “I wish I could love myself” we all shouted “WE LOVE YOU” after each time. I hope he really knows how much we meant it. 😢

 Yoongi’s solo was also chill and heavy. His song always makes me too emotional to the point that I barely listen to it. I cant, it’s just too much. As expected he rapped so passionately and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. There were live instrumental and I was so excited for that. It was beautiful BUT they didn’t play the end of his song the same, so that drawn out violin/cello wasn’t there, I was kind of disappointed because that’s my favorite part. But it was still amazing.

 Jimin’s solo. I mean. Yes. So. Fucking. Good. I. Cant. Even. Begin. To. Explain. The lighting was on point. He was on point. The dancing was flawless, the blindfold part was so fucking good, he is amazing. It was sexy and powerful and just right. Jimin stans, how are you still
Alive?

 Taehyung’s solo was so great, he hit that high note from what I could hear, which some people said he didn’t do in the previous concert. I’m not sure if that’s true though. At some point he was wearing a silver choker and… omg. Like, hah, like, I’m so speechless. I’m sorry but Taehyung is so gorgeous, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I can’t understand it yet. His voice was smooth and soulful and So Fucking Good.

 Jhopes solo was amazing, the dancing was on point as always and during the middle there was a breakdown way different from just the original song, I wish I had taken more videos. I’m sure you can find it. Watch it. We all sang with him especially the end chorus of “hey mama!”, you know. He just did do amazing, he was so memorable, omg and gorgeous. I’ll say that Hoseok looks the best in person compared to photos or videos. Some people just look better in person and he’s one of those people. His hair for this concert was perfect for him, the color, the parted and flippy style. Mm, so good.

As I said, Jin did so amazing on his solo, he hit all the notes and he wasn’t shaky or messed up from what I could hear and remember. He was just chilled up on stage and singing out his heart with us. I managed to get a little bit of video with him at center stage and he was dancing with an ARMY bomb as always lmao I love him ahhh.

I only noticed one mistake the whole concert. At one point, kookie went to move from his position and he needed to cross to the other side of the stage as Namjoon was coming up the middle, they bumped into each other slightly but it was so small and they carried on so smoothly it was barely anything but it made me smile for some reason. Also, Jimin was just slightly off key at like ONE point but I mean, they’re singing and dancing live. I expect that. The others might have had a moment or two but I just can’t recall if they did.

I want to talk about their backup dancers for a second. Not only did they do amazing, they were so fucking adorable! Some of them were really interacting with the fans and it made me laugh so much. They would look at us, laugh, smile, and I could tell they were just really loving it. I assume they all want to either be dancers or performers/musicians like BTS and I could see the joy in their face at being on the stage and seeing the crowds reactions and energy. They really enjoyed themselves and I hope they can one day get a stage for themselves if that’s what they desire. Ah, they were so cute. 😁

 Towards the end, Namjoon kept saying “this is the last song” and we were all like lol nah, we know you’re coming back out lol. And they did haha. We had the rainbow ocean and Namjoon said “it doesnt matter what color you are, pink, purple, blue, yellow, orange, we love you” or something very similar. He was so amazing THEY WERE ALL AMAZING. I wish I had taken videos and pics but tbh, I wanted to just try and really enjoy the concert in person and focus on them with my eyes. Also there were so many people recording, there was no real point for me to do so as well. And the crowd was so pushy I was afraid of dropping my phone and it being destroyed. Knowing me, I would’ve dropped it.

 At the end, they were walking around and waving and sending hearts and such. People were throwing gifts on the stage, I noticed Kookie took a tiny iron man plushie and I thought it was so cute.
I can’t remember what they said at each brake but I really tried to get Yoongi’s attention. He was really focused on the whole crowd though. There was ONE point where he might have seen my, what do u call it, like his face on a stick thing, and he has this smirk like he was trying to not smile or laugh. I’ll show it below. 

The experience was amazing and next time I got to their concert I will be sure to camp out the night before because if I’m gonna buy pit tickets, I WILL be at the damn front next time! I won’t be satisfied until I am. I only buy BTS concert tickets for this reason, so I can save and get the expensive front rows. Also, P2 area standing is better than P1 because they interact more with us and we face them, so don’t bother with P1, I know a lot of people wanted those for like sound check or something. I forgot to say that at one pint I could see the back of Hobis, tan, sweaty, thick neck and all I could think was “Das a nice neck…" because it is, it really is a beautiful neck, I must say. 

And then we left the venue and my body was failing because I stood literally from 9 am to like 11 pm. It was worth every moment, even when it got bone cuttingly cold and started to snow and rain. WORTH IT. BTS is worth everything I have to give and I can’t wait to attend another amazing concert. Next time I’m taking a selfie stick or something and filming it all on my phone. 

SOOO, I want to also include that the next day, Luna and I went to Korea Town in New York and it was awesome. UGh, they had a Tony Moly and The Face Shop and so many restaurants. We at at Mukeunji and it was delicious. 
We popped into Nature Republic to buy some things, and the lady asked Luna if she liked EXO. She answered that she liked BTS and the lady SAID THEY WERE JUST THERE ON FRIDAY EATING LUNCH!!!!
BOI!!!! I swear to god, we both felt like dying, but i mean, we were waiting in line for their freaking concert so what are ya gonna do??! (JUST DIE, thats what im gonna do) those sneaky, clever boys….

(lmao i make myself laugh way to much)

So yeah, that was the concert and I probably didn’t properly describe it. I’m sorry for not having any videos or pics of the concert but I know you can find so many from other people. 

Here’s some other things I bought. Spoiler, its all basically Yoongi.

OMG hes so cute, they’re all so cute. My bedroom looks like a shrine….

Mine - Baekhyun

Originally posted by omgfishy

Group: EXO 
Member: Baekhyun
Type: Smut
Warning: sexual content, jealousy, mentions of Chanyeol

SMUT REQUEST


You knew when you got into a relationship with Baekhyun, Chanyeol came with him by default, since he’s his best friend and they were almost inseperable. Baekhyun and you shared an apartment and chanyeol came by a lot. After practices, he often came along with Baek to hang out at your place because he felt lonely and bored at his own home. It was a little weird at first to have someone who’s not your boyfriend around all the time but you quickly got used to it. Chanyeol was a great guy and fun to be around, he was really friendly and even helped with some household chores. He became a very good friend of yours and Baekhyun was pleased that you two got along so well because you were the two people he loved most in this world. 

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The Bun

For the anon who requested it

Maybe some wolfstar where Sirius is talking about growing his hair out over the summer and Remus is against it but when they come back Remus loves it? Only if you want to of course :)


  ‘God I look great today’ 

Sirius was, as per usual, standing shirtless in front of the mirror one Wednesday morning, carefully flexing and turning to admire himself in the reflection. Remus who was lying tangled in a mess of sheets, didn’t even look up before groaning. 

‘Sirius stop checking yourself out and close the window, its so cold.’ 

But Sirius wasn’t paying any attention and continued to pull faces into the mirror, now gently prodding his hair with his fingers.

 His mother had stuck him to chair for two hours during Christmas whilst she got a house elf to snip and chop away at his hair until it was only a centimetre long, much sorter than his usual waves. 

‘It’s so short now,’ he pouted ‘I can’t believe my own mother had defaced me in this way.. actually I can. But still!’ 

Suddenly he turned to admire the back of his head as Remus mumbled about dying of hypothermia unless Sirius closed the bloody window, but it fell on deaf ears as Sirius gasped.

 ‘You know what would really annoy that old bitch? If I grew it out. Like really long, maybe as far as my shoulders.’ 

This had gotten Remus’ attention, so he sat up at an alarming rate to stare at him. 

‘No Sirius’

 ‘But why? You have to admit if i charmed it the right way so she couldn’t cut it off again, she might get so frustrated she’ll just die. Plus, I think I would look fabulous.’

 ‘No don’t’

 Sirius frowned, not turning away from the mirror. ‘Why? You don’t think I’d look fabulous?’

 Remus clenched his jaw. ‘You know you always look amazing Sirius.. ‘ 

Sirius raised one eyebrow. ‘Then why not?’ ‘

Just don’t’ 

‘Why?’

 ‘Because I say so.’ 

‘Why?’

 ‘Listen to me-’ 

‘Why?’ 

‘UGH because if you did you would even bet-’ 

Remus caught himself just in time. He wouldn’t do it, he could not, and would not. The dorm could only handle so much of Sirius and James’ egos, and any more and Remus was sure they would all suffocate. 

Plus, how could he tell Sirius that Remus had the sneaking suspicion that if he grew his hair out Sirius would look even more like a chiselled god than beforehand and Remus might just die of pure lust from the sight of it, without revealing his not-so-platonic feelings for the pale boy. He had to control himself. But Sirius was now looking at Remus straight in the eye, a small smile growing on his lips.

 ‘Fuck off Black’ 

So Sirius turned back to the mirror with a full blown mischievous grin planted on his face and returned to admiring himself from every angle. 

‘I’d look hot wouldn’t I’ 

‘yes’ Remus thought. 

‘You would look like you always do Sirius. Just with longer hair, it wouldn’t be that much of a change and plus maybe it wouldn’t suit you, who knows. Your face shape may not be right for it and it may not frame your jaw line as well as shorter hair could and maybe the long hair will drown out your eyes or your ears could stick out oddly and-……’ Remus rolled his eyes. ‘I’m just talking to myself aren’t I. Your haven’t heard a word.’

 ‘What was that Rem?’ 

‘Shut the goddamn window Sirius.’ 


 Remus returned from the holidays with the last remains of his slight tan slowly fading away. James had come back with a six pack that he had spent of summer working on and wouldn’t stop showing of to anyone who would pay him a second of their time. Peter had gained a new dusting of freckles that suited his face very nicely. 

But Sirius. Sirius had come back to Hogwarts a new man. He had stuck to his word and oh my. His jet black hair came tumbling down his face resting gently on the tops of his shoulders, maintaining effortlessly flawless look as they sat there. As Remus had feared the soft curls framed his face like a work of art and his eyes contrasted beautifully with it. He looked more like perfection than Remus could ever have imagined.

‘Fuck my life’ 

Remus Lupin wasn’t the only one stunned by the transformation and various (most) students of all years had started to swoon over the boy, even more than usual, which Sirius had clearly noticed as was very much enjoying, much to James’ annoyance.

 ‘Like it then?’ Sirius grinned as he flicked the locks over his shoulder.

Remus merely huffed and went to find Lily and Sirius stood there with a confused expression on his face.

 That evening the welcome back party was in full swing in the Gryffindor common room and everyone was acceptably drunk singing loudly and swaying drunkenly to the amplified music playing out. Sirius was standing with James talking to some pretty Ravenclaws girls, looking disinterested and fidgety. 

Remus stood across the room casting sideways glances to the boy as his sipped on the fire whiskey Marlene had given him earlier. When he next glanced he didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes away, they seemed almost glued to that hair and that face and before he knew Sirius had locked eyes and was quickly making his way over, so Remus looked down into his drink and prayed he wouldn’t stay long. 

‘Why’d do that earlier?’ Sirius asked. 

‘What?’ 

‘Walk away when I asked you about the hair? You just left.’ Remus looked up into those grey eyes. Where they glistening? No. He’d just had to much to drink.

 ‘I-You-’

 ‘You know Rem, if you don’t like I, I’ll cut it off. I didn’t realise you were being serious. No pun intended.’ 

Remus snorted, but stopped himself from laughing. Sirius did look genuinely upset and was chewing his lip as his stood just feet away from him. God why did he have to have such nice lips.

 ‘Shut up Remus.’

 ‘What?’

 ‘I said it doesn’t look bad’ Remus mumbled. 

‘Oh. Okay..’ 

Sirius’ frown deepened and his hands moved to his head, but only halfway through did Remus realise what he was doing Sirius was pulling and tugging at the strands, slowly forming it into a messy bun placed on top of his head. Christ did it look good. Amazing in fact. Remus hadn’t thought that hair could improve anymore but here in front of him was the living proof, it was incredible, the loose strand dancing delicately on the edges of Sirius’ face. In fact all Remus could do was stand there staring open mouthed at the sight before him.

 ‘Remus.. are you oka-’

 ‘Fuck this.’

 Remus lips smacked quite heavily into Sirius’. In desperation he had even managed to drop his drink as his hands wrapped around the back of Sirius’ head pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. 

After the momentary shock and second to adjust to the drunkenness of the kiss, Sirius grabbed Remus around the waist kissing him back with all his force. Shit he had wanted to do that for so long. Who knew just a couple inches of hair could make all his dreams come true.

 ‘AYYYY FUCK YESSSS FRANK, PETER, MARY YOU GUYS OWE ME 20 SICKLES I WAS RIGHT YOU BITCHESSSSSS’ 

‘Potter….’

Do You Have To Do That? (6/?)

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader // Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

(Sorry this has taken me so long with writing this!! I hit a major writer block with it till last night. I’m about to start part 6 for this today)

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@iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
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@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci  
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Emerald Eyed (A Victuuri Fanfiction)

Emerald Eyed

*Quick note: A fluffy, flirty little fanfiction one shot based on the artwork of aquaxixi on Tumblr. To see the original artwork, here’s the link: https://aquaxixi.tumblr.com/. This features jealous!Victor, some mild romance, and mild swearing; hence the T rating. Please enjoy my first fanfiction for Yuri! On Ice.  @aquaxixi @n3rdlif343va

 

“It’s another beautiful morning.” Yuuri thought to himself as he prepared himself for practicing the new step sequence for his short program. The competition season was approaching rapidly and Yuuri and Victor were spending every day at the rink in St. Petersburg, trying to perfect their new routines for the upcoming season. Yuuri in particular was feeling the pressure now that Victor was re-entering the arena; he had to be better than flawless if he wanted a shot of surpassing his lover and skating idol. The Japanese man, the vision of grace, glided across the ice in the complicated sequence of fast paced beats with the fire of determination lighting up his chocolate brown eyes. On the outside of the rink, stood the trio of Yurio and Mila and Georgi who were watching Yuuri occupying the rink.

“I can see what Victor saw in him. It is his passion above all else that shines through his performances.” Mila gushed about the Japanese man in Russian, as she stretched and warmed up for her practice later. She ignored the nasty side eye coming from Yurio and Georgi nodded in agreement.

“Not to mention the way he tells a story through his movements and his sequences are his strong point.” Georgi noted. Yurio scoffed, this time not even glancing up from his phone.

“Too bad his jumps are utter shit.” This earned the Russian teen a shove from Mila and a stern chiding.

“Be nice, Yurio! Yuuri has significantly improved under Victor’s tutelage. If I remember correctly, you barely beat him by a hair’s width at the Barcelona Grand Prix last year.” Mila countered and Yurio growled.

“Whatever.” The group went back to focusing on Yuuri gliding across the ice; even Yurio was paying close attention behind the guise of scrolling through his social media feed. Yuuri finished the ending of his short program with his end position, breathing hard and face flushed. He blushed from the round of applause, courtesy of Mila, bowing his head and skating off to the side of the rink. His eyes searching for the glimpse of silver locks that he was dying to run his hand through, but he couldn’t find them.

“Maybe Victor has run on some errands?” Yuuri muttered under his labored breath, leaning his back against the rink’s wall. The Japanese man was content to stay there until Victor returned when an unfamiliar voice reached his ears.

“That was a beautiful display.” Yuuri turned around, finding himself almost face to face with a stranger causing to nearly fall since he was startled by the stranger’s close proximity. He was decently handsome, with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes not unlike his own, but was nothing compared to his Victor.  

“Umm… thank you.” Yuuri’s humility forced a blush onto his face.

“Can I learn your name?” The stranger leaned in closer which triggered Yuuri to jump back further and turn red all over his face from awkward embarrassment. The stranger flashed him million megawatt smile and winked at him.

“I am with someone. So, umm…” The Japanese man showed the stranger the ring on his finger, the gold glinting under the natural lighting filtering into the rink. The stranger’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment before shinning with a glint.

“They don’t have to know…” Across the rink, the trio was watching the stranger flirt with Yuuri with wide eyes and desperately looking around for Victor.

“Oh my… Seriously, is that guy hitting on our precious katsudon?” Georgi grimaced, wiping the singular bead of sweat from his forehead. Yurio, much to their shock, appeared irritated.

“Umm… Maybe he doesn’t know about #Victuuri yet?” Mila giggled nervously yet amused at the same time; flustered Yuuri was really cute to watch. The Japanese man was barely beating back the stranger’s flirtations in the most awkward way possible.

“Ugh… What the fuck? Where is the pig’s husband?” Yurio was embarrassed by the scene in front of him and scoured the arena for Victor. Only a second later, a familiar mop of hair re-entered the rink and raced over to where the others were. Georgi was the first to notice Victor’s sudden arrival; nearly jumping out of his leotard from shock. Mila and Yurio’s jaws dropped when they realized Victor’s arrival. But Victor didn’t seem to notice as he was too busy staring down the stranger who was harassing his Yuuri. Blue green eyes narrowed in a predatory anger; the man was too close to his Yuuri.

“There he is! Do you have a Yuuri radar or something?” Victor winked at Georgi and with ease leapt over the railing of the rink.

“Can’t help when your husband’s too hot… Just going to help my Yuuri a little bit.” The Russian man shrugged and flipped his hair.

“Yeah! Go go jealous Vitya!” Mila cheered, whistling a little. The red-head woman was eagerly awaiting the green-eyed monster to emerge from within Victor and defend Yuuri.

“Aww guess I’m okay, Mila.” Victor laughed. But the Russian skater knew that the burst of envy within him had settled over his mind the moment he laid eyes on some stranger trying to snatch his Yuuri.

“Yeah yeah…” Yurio grumbled, seeing easily through Victor’s obvious lie. The man was jealous and it showed. It was hilarious to the Russian teen to see the world-famous skater Victor Nikiforov losing his cool over a guy flirting with his husband; of all the things it could have been- a man was not what Yurio would have expected.  Victor elegantly skated over to the two and smoothly slipped his arm around Yuuri’s slender hips; eliciting a little squeak from the Japanese man. The stranger turned pale at the sight of Victor staring him down.

“Victor…”

“I am back my little katsudon…” The stranger when he first saw Victor approaching noted that the silver-haired man seemed oddly familiar. It was only until the black-haired skater he was trying to flirt with uttered the name ‘Victor’ did the missing puzzle piece click into place. Standing before him was Victor Nikiforov, five-time Figure Skating Grand Prix Champion and the pride of Russia. Victor made sure to flash his ring to the stranger a couple of times to really emphasize the point that Yuuri was his husband  and that the stranger was barking up the wrong tree by flirting with him.

“Umm…” The stranger started moving backwards slightly, under the heated glare from Victor.

“Fuck off.” Victor calmly growled with the intensity never leaving his eyes. Yuuri shrank in his arms and turned beet red from Victor’s sudden aggression towards the stranger. The stranger didn’t even wait before speeding out of the rink as if his life depended on it. Victor witnessed the man running with a deep satisfaction; the jealous quelling his chest.

“Victor-” The silver-haired man looked down at the handsome man in his arms, still slightly flushed from his encounter with the flirting stranger.

“Yes Yuuri?” Mila and Georgi were listening in from the opposite side of the rink with bated breath; holding in their cheers for Victor scaring off the threat to their precious katsudon.

“I never would have taken you as the jealous type. The mighty Victor Nikiforov, the pride of Russia, jealous over another man flirting with me?” Yuuri joked with his husband, who turned scarlet in the cheeks at the accusation.

“I was not jealous! I was merely coming to your rescue!” Victor stuttered sheepishly, lending all sorts of justification to why he scared off the stranger. Yuuri chuckled and leaned in, close to his husband’s ear. His hand traced along Victor’s shirt collar and the Japanese man lower his voice to a whisper.

“That’s too bad. I was going to say that jealousy made you even sexier than you already are.” Yuuri declared brazenly before removing his hand and skating off the rink. The silver haired man could only blink and gape at the sudden confidence from his husband, watching the Japanese man slide across the ice confidently. Yuuri shot his husband a wink once he stepped off the ice before retiring next to Mila.

“Well, I’ll be…” Victor breathed out.  

and you drive me wild

(You can read the previous chapters here!)

PART SEVEN: Game Night, Part One

“In short, tonight is going to be lit,” Peggy said as she led Alex and Laf into the living room.

Angelica, Eliza, and Hercules were already there.

“Where is he?” Angelica asked as soon as Alexander came into view.

“Wow, hi to you, too, Angie,” Alex said teasingly.

“You better have come through with your end of the deal, Ham, or else I might just have to––”

“Relax, mon ami,” Laf interrupted. “I was there when our dear Alexander invited him. All is well. He will be here.”

Angelica visibly relaxed at that. Alex noticed that she was dressed up–– a peach colored dress, beaded dangling earrings and a matching necklace and bracelets.

He then turned his attention to Eliza, who was more dressed up than Alexander ever remembered seeing her outside of a formal event. She had on flawless yet subtle makeup, a white collared shirt, and a high-waisted teal skirt that she tucked the shirt into, some of the fabric puffing out, hiding exactly where the shirt ended and the skirt began. She also had a long necklace on a silver chain with a single teal teardrop shaped stone dangling on the end of it. Alex couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

Eliza tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and looked Alex’s way, as if she felt his gaze.

“You look beautiful,” he said before he could think.

She blushed, smiling shyly at him. “Thanks. That sweater looks really nice on you.”

“Laf chose it.”

“I figured,” she said with a laugh.

“So,” Alex asked, sitting down on the couch next to her, “you suddenly got really dressy on us. Are things different at that fancy school of yours?” He was clearly just teasing her, but he was also curious. Eliza had always been more of a tomboy–– a t-shirts, leggings, and converse kind of girl.

Eliza blushed an even deeper shade of red. “I, well, first of all I discovered that I like to wear dresses.”

Alex beamed at her. “And you look gorgeous in them, clearly!”

“Thanks,” she said with a nervous laugh. “And, well, Peggy may have invited someone here tonight that I have a crush on…” She began to fiddle with her hair anxiously.

“Peggy is quite the handful,” Alex said with a sigh. “But who is this mystery person?” He gently nudged her in the side with his elbow, eliciting another soft laugh from her. He always thought that Eliza’s laughs were the audio version of fairy lights–– soft, gentle, and beautiful.

“Her name is Maria,” Eliza whispered.

Alexander grinned at her. “She’d be silly not to like you, Sweet Lizard.”

Eliza’s laugh appeared again, widening Alex’s smile. He always felt warm inside when he managed to make Eliza laugh. It was such a glorious feeling.

The two friends were distracted by the sound of more voices filling the room. From the way Eliza froze and her face turned a brighter red than Alexander had ever seen (and that was saying something), he figured the girl he didn’t know, who was dressed in what looked like an incredibly soft red sweater and dark blue skinny jeans with a few gold bangles around her wrist, and who had dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders in luscious waves, was Maria. The other girl with her was Adrienne de Noailles, the other ⅓ of the Laf-Herc-Adri trio.

He was about to ask Eliza if she wanted to go over and say hello when a third new person walked–– no, sauntered–– in.

The boy was tall, dressed in a deep purple cardigan with black jeans tucked into golden high-tops converse. His puffy dark brown hair bounced as he made his way over to the couch and smirked down at Alexander.

“Hamilton,” he said.

“Jefferson,” Alex grumbled.

“Thomas!” Angelica exclaimed, conveniently coming in from the kitchen at that exact moment. “I am so glad you could make it!”

He leaned down and they air-kissed each other on each cheek. Alexander rolled his eyes and Eliza gave him a look.

“I would never miss an opportunity to be in the presence of the dazzling Angelica Schuyler,” he said smoothly.

“Ugh,” Alex muttered. He motioned to Eliza, and the two of them made their escape as Angelica and Jefferson started flirting with each other through an exchange of witty remarks that neither Alexander nor Eliza had any desire to overhear.

“I’VE GOT THE GAMES!” Peggy hollered from the hallway. She then entered the room with a stack of games that was almost larger than she was.

Eliza and Maria rushed forward at the same time to help her, and, from the look on Peggy’s face, it was evident that that had been her intention all along.

Alexander went up to Peggy once the games were safely in Eliza and Maria’s hands. “Hey, uh, where’s John?” Alex scratched the back of his neck.

Peggy just smirked. “He and his sister Martha are coming, don’t worry your butt off or anything.”

“Mon ami, if you worry anymore butt off you will have none left!” Laf came up behind Alex with Adrienne on one arm and Hercules on the other. They winked at Alex in unison.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Lafayette beamed at Alexander. “Are you ready to meet your, how you say, Prince Charming?”

Aftershocks Part 8

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Captain America

Warnings: So much Fluff, ALL THE SMUT! Second warning for mass amounts of smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all)

Word Count: 4979 (In my defense, there are 3 pages of smut)

Summary: You and Bucky find yourselves on an impromptu date, as the chemistry rises your ability to resist each other falls. 

Authors Note: So this is my first real crack at smut, it’s super descriptive so I hope you guys are into it. I personally love this piece and found myself giggling while writing the date scene. I know it’s long but I can guarantee it’s worth it, I will go back to shorter chapters after this one. As always thank you so much for reading this and all the lovely words of encouragement, feel free to message me with thoughts and feelings, feedback is deeply appreciated. Tagging is open, just ask <3

Tags: @crapythings @buckyismyaesthetic @endless-dawn @ckwylde @cambodia5, @wxnchestervevo

Aftershocks: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Post Credit Scene


Bucky’s POV:

With a sharp kick to the middle of his chest, Bucky was sent sprawling backwards, coming to rest harshly 10 feet away on the blue mat. “Jesus, Buck, you alright?” Steve comes running up to him bending over him as he lays on the mat, returning oxygen to his lungs. “Yeah,” Bucky huffs, heaving himself into a sitting position, “just didn’t block it” “We should stop for today, you’re clearly out of sorts pal.” Steve insisted, looking at his friend, worry etched in his face. 

“Buck, what’s going on? Are you alright? There’s something… different.” Bucky’s mind immediately flashes to Y/N, remembering the warm pressure of her body curled beside him that morning. Every morning. He smiles quietly to himself. 

The past week he had been hearing her cries in the late hours and running into her room to comfort her. For the past week he had held her while she wept. Feeling her warmth, her curves, as her body shakes with sobs, wrapping his arms around her, helping in the only way he could, but still feeling it not to be enough. For a week he had laid next to her perfect form, fingers dragging gently across her skin, as she breathed peacefully against his chest. And for the past week, he had left abruptly as she began to stir in the morning. Wishing not to force his imposing presence on her when she no longer needed him. But for those few hours, she needed him and he was in heaven. 

“Buck!” Steve interrupts Bucky’s whirring mind, “why are you smiling like that? Bud, what the hell is going on?” Bucky’s face falls as he registers Steve’s questions, a deep sadness and emptiness creeping across his face as he looks at his friend. “Nothing” He mumbles, the heartbreaking reality crashing on him. As much as I wish there was. As much as I need there to be. She doesn’t need me.  “Nothing.” He repeats, shaking his head and turning away from his best friend. 

The memory of her shimmering eyes and full lips haunting his thoughts, her laugh echoing in his ears. “Buck,” Steve sighs, moving forward to clap a hand to his friend’s shoulder, squeezing slightly, forcing Bucky to look at him, “Take the day tomorrow, drive into the city, take some time to haunt our old streets. Spend some time with yourself, with who you were. I think it’ll do you some good.” Steve shakes his buddy slightly, Bucky smiles gently at his friend. “You’re right. Thanks Stevey.”

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Y/N POV:

“Well aren’t you looking smart,” Natasha teased as Bucky walks into the kitchen. Your eyes rise from the paper in front of you and your breath catches in your chest as you drink in his appearance. He stands tall in front of you; his hair combed back. 

Your eyes slide to his chest, his perfect build emphasized by a seamlessly tailored pale blue dress shirt, topped off with a fitted grey vest. Your eyes slide down hungrily, drinking in his close-fitting pants, the taught fabric accentuating his long legs and thick thighs. Your head swims as you absorb his appearance. 

“Thanks,” Bucky responds sheepishly, rubbing his neck awkwardly, holding eye contact with you. “You look great Buck. You going somewhere?” you ask cautiously, “Yeah, got a hot date Barnes?” Wanda interjects; your head swims, as your stomach kicks at the thought, making you feel ill as a rush fills your ear. 

“No.” Bucky answers quickly, eyes still on you. “Nothing like that, just taking a day, going to the old stomping grounds.” 

“Ugh, Brooklyn.” Nat chimes in, pulling a disgusted face. “I don’t know why you and Steve are still so obsessed with that hipster-infested, reject of a neighborhood.” Bucky shrugs, hiding his hurt at her words of his beloved home. 

“Well have fun.” Wanda smiles sweetly, he smiles back nervously, turning and walking onwards towards his room. 

You stop for minute, eyes focused on the gorgeous man as he walks away, painfully aware of his flawless silhouette and perfect posture. You move quickly, following him down the hall “Hey Bucky,” you call, jogging slightly to catch up with him. “Can I… I mean would it be alright… I want to… I need to get out of here for a little bit. Need a break…” 

You peer up at him cautiously through thick lashes, you see his jaw clench slightly and your next words come tumbling out, “Can I come with you?” you ask nervously, heart pounding in your throat. 

His eyes widen slightly with surprise, his perfect posture bending somewhat, inclining towards you “Of course.” He smiles broadly.  “Get dressed. We’ll leave in an hour.”

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“You could at least tell me where we’re going” you move swiftly beside him through the streets of Brooklyn, jogging slightly to keep up with his long strides, your heels clack at the pavement with the hurried movement. Your tight black dress with a sweetheart neckline forces your breasts on display as they rise and fall with your quickened pace, your A-line skirt flutters gently against your thighs, caught in the early summer breeze, as you move quickly beside him. 

“You’ll see,” he smiles, slowing up his pace slightly to make contact with your hand and take it gently in his, interlocking his fingers as his eyes scan up and down your body, “You look beautiful by the way.” 

Your heart quickens and not because of your accelerated pace. You move swiftly through the streets, Bucky trailing you slightly behind him as he weaves through the other people. 

He comes to stop in front of an ice cream truck, turning to smile at you. You stare up at the truck, Mister Softee written on the side. He beams down at you expectantly. 

You stare at him, relishing in his excited smile. “Dessert before dinner Barnes? Who knew you were such a rebel.” You grin up at him, savoring the joy pulsating from his face. 

Without further questioning you step up to the window and ask for a vanilla, chocolate swirl with rainbow sprinkles. He follows you; smile widening requesting a chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. “Chocolate everything huh?” you smirk at him, jokingly poking him in his hard abdomen.

“You know me, man of consistency. What about you wild thing? Trying a little bit of everything are you?” You laugh at his observation, “I like to keep my options open,” you tease, stepping decisively towards him, positioning yourself chest to chest, biting your lip slightly.

Every night for the past week he had slept in your bed, but every morning you have woken just in time to see him moving out your door. No more. 

Tonight, you’re mine Barnes. You think decisively, steeling yourself to your desire. When you want something, you never stop until you get it, and there is nothing in this moment you want more than Bucky Barnes. 

You gaze up at him, biting your lip as your fingers cautiously intertwine with his, pulling him closer to you, pulling his hands to rest on your hips. He stares down at you, unsure of your movements. 

You’re mine. You think again as you slowly begin to raise your heels, raising your face closer to his. “Here you go” the ice cream man interrupts gruffly. 

Bucky quickly breaks from your body, turning to receive the two enormous cones. He turns around grinning and you cannot help but laugh through your frustration, taking in his puppy like excitement. “Come on, I know a place” he hands you your ice cream, turning his back on you, he begins to lead the way to a nearby park.

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Your stomach grumbles, as your abdomen aches from laughing for so long. You and Bucky sit perched on the bench, having watched the sunset in the park. The conversation was easy, comfortable, but every time you would slide your hand onto his or move slightly closer, he would respond with a natural movement that would cause distance, leaving you confused of whether or not he intended the separation. 

“Dinner!” He says suddenly, eyes darting to your stomach, “we should eat something. Come on, I know just the place.” He stands decisively beside you, pulling you to your feet keeping his hand in yours as you begin to stroll towards the exit of the park, slowly this time, hands swinging gently together. 

You take exaggerated steps, dancing slightly beside him, swinging his hand with you as your skirt swishes. He chuckles lightly at your joking action, pulling your hand suddenly and spinning you under his arm, your skirt spinning outwards as you let out an exuberant giggle, before he snaps his wrist again, spinning you sharply back beneath his arm, catching you against his chest. You inhale sharply, leaning into his chest. 

Mine. Your head screams, feeling heat surge through your core at the proximity of your bodies. Mine. You lean into him harder, staring up at him, his eyes burning into you. Your stomach rumbles loudly again. 

“Food” he smiles, moving you from in front of him to beside him, never releasing your hand, but beginning his movement forward again, pace slightly quicker. 

But… you whimper internally, wishing for the moment back. “Mine,” you whisper inaudibly, allowing him to pull you into step beside him once more, your heart sinking in your chest.

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“Liar.” You smirk, talking cautiously with your mouth full of pizza. “It’s true,” he grins, deeply amused by your persistence in persecuting him, even with a mouth full of food. 

“I had my first ever slice of pizza in this very establishment. 1922. I was 5 years old and to this day I haven’t found a single slice better.” He continues, a smug look across his face as he settles back in the booth, drinking cockily from his wine glass. 

“You are such a little liar Barnes” You smile broadly, gesticulating at him with your slice of pizza before taking a ferocious bite, you chew quickly swallowing down the warm cheesy goodness, making content noises at the deliciousness of the food “But I will give you one thing, this is the best damn pizza I have ever had.” 

Bucky grins, basking in your relaxed and happy state, “I’ll prove it to you” he leans lazily back over the booth, pointing towards a photograph of a wide eyed, smiling boy, with a pie twice his size in front of him. “That’s me,” he insists, you get up skeptically moving towards the photograph, examining it closely. 

There was no denying those eyes, that smile; even with the age of the photograph you would recognize that face anywhere. You coo jokingly “Awww, Baby Bucky,” you tease, mussing his hair as you return to your seat in front of him. “You believe me now?” “I guess I have to, Buckaroo. You’ve given me cold hard evidence.”  He laughs heartily at your teasing. 

The kind elderly woman behind the counter shuffles over slowly, refilling your wine glass and Bucky’s. “Thank you, Rosemary,” he says gently, she smiles kindly. “How come you never come see me anymore James?” She asks, giving Bucky a gentle tap on the shoulder, scolding him in her thick Italian accent. 

“Aww I’m sorry beautiful, I’ve moved out of the city with work,” her face falls softly, “But hey,” he continues, taking her frail fingers in his and raising them gently to his lips, “You know you’re still my number one girl Rosie.” 

A toothy smile spreads across her face, “Good lord boy, as charming as the day I met you all those years ago. What will your beautiful girlfriend have to say about this” she laughs kindly, raising an eyebrow to you. 

“Take him!” you exclaim, raising your hands in surrender. “I know when I’m beat by a better woman.” You all chuckle jovially as Rosemary leans forward touching a sweet kiss to Bucky’s forehead before shuffling back to the kitchen. 

“Looks like I have competition.” You joke to him, his eyebrows raising back at you, “I didn’t know you were in the race.” You feel your face flush; you glance awkwardly around the room, suddenly aware of the stifling warmth of the tiny restaurant. 

“So… James?” you ask slowly, changing the subject, cocking an eyebrow at him, “you mean to tell me that your full name isn’t Bucknell?” you smirk, feigning shock at this new discovery. 

He smiles, shaking his head, eyes falling to the empty plates in front of you two, “No, it’s not Bucknell. Or Buckaroo for that matter. It’s James, James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky is a nickname Steve gave me when we were younger… There was a guy that had been bullying him named James so he developed a bad relationship with the name. Naturally I beat the guy up. But the nickname just kinda stuck.” 

You gaze at him, kindness etched in every line on his face, your heart beats a little faster as you melt under his stare, his gleaming blue eyes burning into you. “We should get going,” He murmurs tenderly, breaking the eye contact and turning quickly to get Rosemary’s attention. She smiles and flips her hand at him. 

“It’s on me,” she chuckles, “just come back and see me sometime, ok handsome?” “You got it, Rosie.” He gets up from the table moving briefly over to her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, thanking her for her hospitality. 

“Thank you” you call to her, receiving a warm smile and a nod in return. He walks back to you, leading you through the tables and pulling the door open for you.

“Thank you for dinner… for everything… I had a lovely time.” You speak softly, nervously, your feet placing slowly one in front of the other, your hands clutched in front of you on your purse. He matches your slow pace beside you, hands pressing into his pockets. 

“Y/N” he stops suddenly turning to face you. You halt your movement as well, looking up at him; even in heels he was at least a head taller than you. He won’t make eye contact with you, his jaw clenched, his teeth gnawing at his lip. 

“Buck?” you ask, gently raising your hand up to press against his cheek. His eyes close softly at your action, a small exhale escaping his lips. “Hey, what is it?” 

His eyes snap back open staring down at your gentle face, your expression rich with kindness and concern. “I…” he starts, the sky illuminates with light quickly followed by a loud crack of thunder. 

Suddenly the sky opens up and a torrential downpour begins. You shriek, laughing loudly at the sudden flood, drenching both of you as he grabs your hand and moves you quickly through the streets to a covered dark alleyway. 

You breathe heavily, laughing heartily as you shake off the water saturating your skin, keeping refuge under the cover of the alley. “You alright?” He asks, laughing himself, shaking out his hair like a wet dog, you squeal as his water droplets fly at you. 

“I was, until you did that.” “What’s wrong doll,” he smirks, pulling you closer to him, “Don’t like being wet?” he stares down at you, eyes burning with lust. 

You gaze up at him, tight in his grasp, your wet breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily against him. His gaze falls from your eyes to your mouth, a twitch of his cock warning him cautiously. 

His eyes continue to slide down your neck, following a water droplet as it glides over your collarbone, slipping down your chest and between the perkiness of your breasts. His cock twitches more forcefully as he notices the small buds of your erect nipples rising from your chest. 

Your hand slides up to his face, wiping water off his cheek and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You were saying” you ask teasingly, staring up at him, waiting, begging, your teeth toying with your bottom lip as you gaze up at him, imagining his own pout pressed harshly against yours. 

You feel a wetness form between your legs, knowing full well that it is completely separate from the rain. 

Another clap of thunder makes you jump, your heart slamming against your chest in surprise. And suddenly he releases you, offering as much distance, as the small alleyway will allow, his eyes staring at your feet. You both stand there, separate from each other, wet and cold, the space between you burning with the suffocating silence that surrounds you. 

You reach up, fingers pulling through your hair in frustration as you let out a pitiful, almost hysterical groan. After pacing slightly you turn hard to face him again, his eyes still looking away from you. You thump your back against the cold, wet wall, feeling your stomach twist in disappointment. 

Angry words rise quickly to your mouth before you can think better of them, “What more do I have to do Bucky?” You blurt out, your voice rasping as you fight the stinging in your eyes. He stares at you, confused. His blue eyes wide as he watches you blankly. 

“I…. every time…I… what do I have to… Uggh” you grunt out in frustration. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you continue loudly, laying into him, resuming your fervent pacing. “Every time I think you want me, you pull away. Every time I think I’m getting close to you, you put distance between us. What more do I have to do? I can’t stop thinking about you. So here I am, Buck, clear as day. I want you.” 

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but you sense his body tense in front of you, the heat of his gaze pressing into you, spurring your outpouring of words. “I don’t know what else I can do. But I…” your confession is cut short, as he moves quickly forward, the firmness of his metal arm wrapping hard around your lower back as the warmth of his right hand flies into your hair, pulling you harshly against him, slamming his lips firmly against yours. 

You press into his lips, shock racing through your brain as the intoxication of his kiss seeps into your body. Then you respond with fervor, throwing your arms around his neck, locking your hands behind his head, using the leverage to press yourself more aggressively into his mouth. A breathy moan escapes your mouth as he pushes harder against you, forcing your back to the cold brick. 

He takes advantage of your parting lips, slipping his tongue expertly between them, rubbing gently against your own, applying more pressure to your head as he tries to deepen the kiss, his fingers scraping deliciously against your scalp, eliciting a small shiver down your spine. 

He growls roughly as he finally breaks contact, with your lips, pulling back slightly to examine your face, your lips red and swollen from the harshness of his kiss. 

You beam up at him, biting your swollen lip, “took you long enough” you exhale heavily your glistening chest rising and falling rapidly, he dives down to your chest, kissing your neck, biting gently at your soft skin before flicking his tongue over the marks, soothing the agitated skin. 

You moan loudly, fingers entwining through his wet locks, pulling him tightly against you. “Sorry doll,” he breathes into your ear, nipping playfully at your lobe with his teeth, “if I knew you wanted me like this, I would have broken down your door just to get to you.” 

You groan wantonly at the thought, your skin burning at his touch, the wetness between your thighs becoming painfully noticeable as your clit twinges, begging for attention. 

You pull him by his hair, forcing his eyes to match with yours. You drive another hard kiss to his lips, before whimpering into his mouth, “I want you. Bucky, I need you.” His face lights up as a mischievous smile cracks across his face, his eyes scanning your body hungrily. 

He kisses you harshly again biting at your lip before pulling gently away, sinking to his knees in front of you. “Buck?” You look down at him, confused. “Shhhh” he whispers, his hot breath gliding across the soft skin of your thighs, you feel a sharp pulse in your clit. 

His hands follow his breath, fingers kneading into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slowly slides them up under the hem of your dress. Your head rolls back, a soft moan escaping your lips as he blows a hot breath onto your soaking black panties, his finger sliding up and down the smooth fabric, placing much needed pressure on your heat. 

“Shit doll, you’re saturated.” You whimper softly, legs twisting in front of him. He gently slides your panties down and off you, helping you to step out of them as you spread your legs eagerly, thrusting your hips forward to meet the warmth of his fingers as they slide up and down your slick slit. 

Your eyes list closed, your breathing heavy as his mouth presses up against you, sucking gently on your swollen clit. 

You feel a heat come alive in the pit of your stomach at his contact, his cold metal hand slipping behind you to cup your pert ass, squeezing gently, before sliding down your thigh coming to rest behind your knee. 

You groan breathlessly, head rolling from side to side as his tongue laps at your bundle of nerves, your eyes squeeze shut at the intensity of the fire growing in your stomach. 

His hand jerks behind your weak knee, popping it upwards with ease and draping it over his shoulder. The new angle allowing his lips to wrap fully against you, incasing your clit entirely as he sucks harder. 

Your eyes suddenly snap open as he slips a finger inside of you, curling it forward towards your belly, throwing fuel on the burning fire roaring inside you. 

You whimper loudly “Bucky” you moan, as he slides another finger inside of you, moving faster in his ministrations, licking hungrily at your core. “That’s it doll,” he whispers, breath hot against your wetness as your single leg supporting you begins to shake, your weight falling heavily on the leg draped over his shoulder. 

“Bucky” you whimper louder, as his fingers pump in and out of you quickly, “Cum for me baby” he begs, your eyes snapping down to him, meeting the burn of his perfect blue stare, his metal arm pressed against your abdomen holding you up along with your skirt. 

With an undeniable curl of his fingers you become undone, unraveling in his grasp as his mouth presses eagerly into you, lapping up every bit of wetness as you cry out against him, the fire in your stomach exploding in a flood between your legs. 

Your leg buckles beneath you, Bucky moving his metal arm quickly to catch you as he rises up to face you, fingers still gently moving inside you as you ride out your orgasm. 

He presses his lips softly to yours; you taste the sweetness of your own cunt on his tongue, forcing a small spark to begin to fester inside your stomach again. He removes his fingers from your slick heat, bringing them up to his mouth to taste your juices. You groan sheepishly at your sudden emptiness, your breath catching again as you see his eyes flash with lust at the taste of you on his fingers. 

You wrap your fingers back into his hair, pulling him harshly against your lips once again, prompting a small laugh to rumble in his chest as you ravenously pull on his lips. “Not enough for you?” He chuckles into your ear as you bite at his jaw, your tongue dragging roughly against the slight stubble on his chin. “More” You moan hungrily pressing your hand firmly against the hardness straining in his pants. 

He groans as you rub your hand up and down his covered shaft, feeling it throb in response to your touch. You bite your lip as your fingers fumble with his buckle, aggressively yanking his pants just below his tight ass. 

You stare down at his hard shaft, taking a deep, ragged breath before hooking your thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down to join his slacks, his hard cock springing free. 

You whimper hungrily, biting your lip as you take in the sheer size of him, your core tenses begging for him to be sheathed inside of you. Your eyes flick back up at him, full of wanting.

“Fuck,” he growls as his hand flies back to your face, his lips roughly meeting yours. You feel his hands slide down your torso, gripping roughly onto your ass pulling slightly, you get the memo and use the leverage of his shoulders to jump slightly, his arms quickly pulling you up against him as your legs lock around his torso. 

Pressing your back hard against the brick wall he slides a hand between your legs, playing roughly with your clit for a few moments making you whimper, begging for more, he then takes his cock in hand, sliding it up and down your slit, teasing you. 

You buck your hips forward in protest, pleading with him to fuck you. Finally his hips snap forward suddenly, driving his hard length deep inside you. 

You gasp loudly, head rolling back as your nails dig into his shoulders. He stalls inside you, fully submerged, giving you a chance to adjust to his size, your chest rising and falling rapidly against him. 

“Y/N?” he whispers gently in your ear. “Please,” you moan, eyes closed, skin vibrating with the feeling of his heat against you, “fuck me Bucky, please. I need it” he draws back slowly before gently sliding back into you, letting you feel him inch for inch. 

Your eyes fly open, burning with desire, he continues his teasing movements sliding in and out of you slowly, allowing the gentle burn in your stomach to smolder and flare. 

“Please” you whimper, your head falling forward against his shoulder, his deep and heavy breathing hot in your ear. “I need you Bucky.” He growls at your words, his hips snapping up into you, eliciting a small yelp from you at the harshness of the movement. 

Your head snaps up, meeting his lips hungrily as he continues to slam up into you, fingers digging into your soft skin, holding you steady as he roughly thrusts up into you. You break your kiss, gasping for air as the fire inside of you flares, sparking through your whole body with every deep thrust of his hips. “Shit Y/N,” he growls, his breathing heavy, “You’re. So. Fucking. Tight.” 

He punctuates each word with a hard snap of his hips, you cry out, your hips bucking involuntarily against his, messing with his perfect rhythm, little did he care as his deep thrusts quicken, pumping at speed up into you. “That’s it doll,” he pants “that’s my girl.” “Bucky” you gasp, a strangled cry emanating from your parted lips as he presses his mouth hard against yours once more. 

As his pace quickens you feel your walls clench, the fire in your stomach reaching its peak burning point, your thighs vibrating on his hips as your entire body begins to shake with the intensity of your second orgasm. You rip your lips away from his, head reeling back gasping for air. “Oh God! James!” You scream out as your walls clench tightly around him, pulsing against his hard cock. 

Your last word causes him to come undone, his own orgasm following quickly behind yours, with a final thrust he lets out a hard moan as he explodes into you, every muscle tensing beneath you as he releases inside of you. 

Groaning he wraps his arm around your back, his sweaty forehead falling forward to press against your collarbone. Your hand wraps gently around his head, stroking his wet hair as you touch a chaste kiss to his forehead. 

He gently presses his hands to your hips, lifting slightly as you dislodge yourself from him, his slowly softening cock slipping out of you. He sets you on your feet, holding you for a minute until he’s sure you can stand, you smile up at him sheepishly, giggling slightly. 

He moves to pull up his pants, buckling his belt as you smooth out your dress, he hands you a handkerchief to clean yourself up, lips ghosting across your temple as you take it gratefully. “Rain’s stopped” you comment your breathing still a little heavy. “Yeah,” he laughs, “but you’re still wet” he teases swatting playfully at your ass. 

You catch his hand as he pulls you back into his arms, his eyes crinkling with the force of his smile, you rise up to kiss him, taking in his intoxicating scent. “Don’t start us up again doll,” he growls, dislodging you from his lips and laughing at your pout, “or we’ll never get home… speaking of,” he says, glancing concernedly at his watch, “we should be getting back.” 

You huff at him playfully faking a pout, “Come on Y’N,” he pulls on your hand, you stand there stubbornly, until he comes back to you, bending slightly to press his lips against your ear, “Oh come on, if I can do that to you in an alleyway, imagine what we could do in a bed.” Your stomach clenches at the thought, elaborate plans flooding your mind. 

You move quickly with purpose, passing him as you drag him by the hand out of the alleyway. He laughs boisterously behind you, allowing himself to be dragged forward by your tiny form, the sound of his joyful laugh ringing in the damp night air as you both walk back to the car

Eager

Leonard McCoy

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Your fingers were itching within your lap - wanting to card through the hickory locks of the Chief Medical Officer; to peel the blue uniform from his broad shoulders. Yet, you were reduced to casting longing glimpses in his direction from across the shuttle. You’d tried to reserve the seat alongside your own, though as Helena, who worked within your department, skulked inside and flashed a searching glance about the space, she instantly settled beside you with a cherry smile and friendly conversation.

Leonard’s frustration was evident as he too eventually entered; it distorted his features and he heaved his chest in a weary sigh. Before he rolled his eyes away and located another perch elsewhere - occasionally looking to meet your line of sight and each time, you softened your eyes with apologies. It was many a day since you’d had so much as an exchange of words with the doctor: Initially, you had each been eager to participate in the landing-party, excited to have a spell away from the confines of the Enterprise. You’d managed to wrangle a room together within the quarters, opting to squeeze the pair of you into a single bed, whilst keeping the spare single a secret to the remainder of the staff.

Though, upon the fourth day, you had been thwarted. Two ensigns had been caught acting over-friendly with one another in the hallway and at once, a member of the land-base had forced them apart and knowledgeable of the available beds, had informed Bones that he would be inheriting a room-mate. Despite the man’s protests, his arguments failed to save him from the additional bags that appeared on the neighbouring bed to that in which you had been slumbering. Ever since, you had swapped-out and shifted-in with another female officer.

The medical department’s mealtimes had not once aligned with your own and without the opportunity to catch Leonard beneath the blanket, he had been pilfered for nine days. And now, just when you believed you might be able to reunite, it appeared that you would have little luck.

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New Year, New Surprises

Summary: You meet a charming stranger named Steve at a New Year’s party and try to make it until midnight.

Request: So, it’s not that I don’t love all the Christmas stuff going around, but are you planning on writing something New Years. Like two people get REALLY DRUNK and end up together then wake up the next morning like “um…. well… happy new years?”

Warnings: swearing, allusion to smut (no actual smut, just lots of sexual tension and kissing)

Word Count: 2696

Author’s Note: Ok! I wanted to mix it up so I made a Steve x reader story! Eeeeep! It’s my first one really, so feedback very much appreciated.

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty


As far as you’re concerned this year can kiss your ass, personally, professionally, globally. Truly. Which is why you had RSVPed yes to this New Year’s party weeks ago fully intending to spend the last minutes of 2016 in complete and utter alcohol-induced oblivion.

You’re well on your way to executing that plan, lifting your third Manhattan to your lips and taking a careful sip. Leaning on your elbows on the bar, shoulders hunched, you’ve dryly dismissed every overly cheery advance, every ostentatious proposition and slick offer of another drink.

You’re quite pleasantly buzzed when you roll your head, attempting to iron out the stress that’s settled in your neck and shoulders. Your thoughts are interrupted by a clear, deep voice. “Wow. That ready for next year, huh?”

A bitter laugh ripples through your throat, “You have no idea.”

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You Can't Go//A Peter Pevensie Imagine

Yo, I’ve been getting some requests for Peter Pevensie fluff, so here we go.

She and Peter are arguing b/c Peter doesn’t want her to fight, but she has a lot of good ideas as to how they can defeat the Telmarines. She and Peter are shouting at each other and he yells that he loves her and then general fluffiness.

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“You are not going and that’s final!” Peter yelled.

“And why the hell not? I have so many ideas that could be so useful! Caspian and Edmund both think so!” You shouted. This was so unfair. You had had a lot of input on the plan for the invasion of the Telmarine castle, and now Peter was telling you that you couldn’t go.

He was silent for a moment. 

“Well?” you snapped, your anger growing. This was ridiculous.

“You could get hurt?” he tried.

“So could you! You’re going to have to come up with a better reason than that.”

He scrunched his face, trying to think of a reason.

“I’m waiting.”

“Yeah, well, I’m thinking.”

You sighed and tapped your foot impatiently. “Oh my god!” you yelled, throwing your hands in the air. “You are the most stubborn, bullheaded, jackass I have ever met!” And with that, you stormed out of the room.

“Stupid, unbelievable, self-obsessed….” you muttered angrily as you stomped down the hall.

“(Y/N)?” you heard someone ask.

“What? What, for the love of god, what do you want?!” you yelled, whipping around.

Lucy was standing there, a hurt look on her face. You immediately softened. “I’m sorry, I’ve had the worst morning.”

“I just wanted to ask if you were okay,” she said quietly.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “No, no I’m not.”

“What happened?”

“Ugh, Peter won’t let me go with them.”

“Why not? You’re an incredible fighter, your battle plans are almost always flawless, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be able to go.”

“Right? The only reason he gave was that I might get hurt,” you said as you walked down the hall. What you didn’t see as you turned around was the look of realization that dawned on Lucy’s face.

You flopped on your bed, burying your face in your pillow, resisting the urge to shriek like a banshee. Why did the world hate you so much?

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Peter

“Peter!” he heard Lucy yell.

“What?”

“Why won’t you let (Y/N) go with you?” she demanded.

“Oh, not you too,” he groaned.

“Just tell me!”

:Why do I get the feeling that you already know?“

"I do, I just want to hear you say it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why are you making me do this?”

“Because she is one of your best fighters and you’re going to need her. Also, you are totally in love with her, and you’re letting that get in the way of things that are part of the bigger picture.”

He hung his head. “You’re right.”

“So for Christ’s sake, just tell her!”

“Are you kidding? No way!”

“Whatever, Peter.”

He walked down the hall, heading for the armory. “Pevensie!” a voice roared. Oh, no.

He turned around to see a very angry (Y/N) stomping towards him. He could practically see the storm clouds swirling around her.

She came to a stop in front of him, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I am going with you tomorrow, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“I know.”

“Oh, now you’re letting me go? Jesus, you are all over the place! First you won’t let me go, now you’re totally fine with it. It’s making my head hurt. And then there was that whole thing with not letting me go because you didn’t want me to get hurt, what was that about? And don’t give some crap about me not being able to fight or something because you know damn well that I am one of the best fighters we have.”

“I didn’t want you to go because I love you and if you were to die, I would lose my mind!” he yelled, unable to stop himself.

“You what?”

He turned red. “Uh, I don’t want you to die?”

“No, what did you say before that?”

“I love you,” he whispered. 

She put a hand under his chin and tilted his head up to look at her.

“I love you too.”

He hugged her, pulling her in close as she buried her head in his shoulder.

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3rd - 4th of May ~ You’ll always be beautiful to me 💙

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