#gosh i‘m nervous

[satrs]

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; you find out about the class loner's fantasies about you, so you decide to give him the real deal.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Nerdy!Virgin!Choso x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.3k

Tags; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! (College AU). Virginity loss(Choso). Nicknames(pretty boy). riding. overstim. praise kink.

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ nerdy choso is just a desperate need atp. But idk how to feel abt this bc it's literally written by crazy lec LMAO.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

"Mr. Kamo, are you alright?" the sound of his teacher snapped the young college student out of his daydreams, attention now back to the front of the class as his demeanor stiffened.

Some class members snickered at his reaction and others straight up ignored him like he wasn't even there. It's like always- he is an irrelevant member of society until he is of use to them. 'Kamo do you have this homework?' or 'Kamo I need help with this and that?' are the only times when people converse with him normally.

"Gosh, he's such a dork. Right Y/N?" The mention of your name made his ears perk up, slightly looking in your direction as your friend whispered to you. "Just leave him alone for Christ's sake. He didn't do anything abnormal. Daydreaming is completely common, especially for people like you."

But you? You were different. You're not exactly popular around the campus, but sure well-known. You were breathtakingly gorgeous but didn't make it your only personality trait. You- Y/N L/N are the only person that made him feel like he was a part of this college, not just some nerdy loner.

Your words caused the man to try to hide his chuckle but you still caught it, flashing him a cocky smile with a quick wink, startling him. You noticed his flustered expression, smiling to yourself before returning your attention to the teacher's teachings.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

„Are you free right now, Choso?“

His eyes shot up at the sound of your voice, halting his movements of packing his bag as his eyes turned wide at the mention of his first name. „M-me? Uhm, yeah, s-sure. What’s up?“

You chuckled at his nervous form, biting the inside of your cheek. „You know, I still got no partner for the biology project and I thought, maybe we could partner up?“

His head was about to explode and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest, quickly nodded his head in agreement, swinging his packed bag over his shoulder, anxiously holding onto it.

A smile spread across your face, clapping your hands together in excitement as you abruptly took his hand in yours, heading out of the almost empty classroom. „Let’s go to my dorm right now, yeah?“

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

He awkwardly sat on your bed, cheeks painted in a slight red tone whilst you sat next to him, already changed into a more comfortable hoodie, thighs visible as the hoodie revealed much more than Choso thought he could handle.

„So, I‘m more interested than school for you right now? That’s a surprise.“ Your teasing made him clear his throat, quickly averting his gaze to the textbook on his lap, opening it to the right page as he began to explain the steps the both of you would have to keep in mind, trying his best to ignore the feeling you ignited in him.

It was hard for him to focus when you sat so close to him, your bare thighs lightly brushing his legs, dick twitching in need.

And you on the other hand barely listened, gaze stuck to the erected length in his pants, the big imprint causing your thighs to press together in anticipation.

No longer able to hold your desires, you pulled the textbook from his grasp, earning a confused look from the young man. His perplexed expression was to die for as you climbed on top of his lap, hoodie riding up to showcase your panties, leaving little to no mind for the imagination.

You hushed his stuttering with a finger placed on top of his lips, grinning down at him as you sat right onto his hard cock, his whine causing you to hum in amusement.

„I’m no dummy, Choso. I see how you’re eyeing me in class.“ He tried to defend himself, face heating up in embarrassment, only to be silenced by you again, this time by the press of your lip against his, your tongue finding its way into his mouth, caging him into a hot and messy kiss.

He shamelessly moaned into your mouth, hand carefully resting on your hip as you began to move your hips against his, a pleased sigh escaping your lips as the fabric of his pants caught onto your sensitive bud.

You quickly broke the kiss, leaving his lips with a string of salvia still connecting the both of you as you made quick work to his pants, pulling his throbbing cock free. „So big.“

He hissed at the cold air hitting his sensitive tip, hips subconsciously bucking up into your touch as your fingers wrapped around him, sensually stroking his dick as pre cum leaking from his slit.

„Y/N, I‘ve never done t-this“ you hushed him up with a quick peak to his lips, caging your lower lip between your teeth as you slid your panties from your legs, alining his leaking tip to your aching hole.

„Don’t worry pretty boy, “your hips slowly slid down his cock, his head falling back onto your bed as a sinful moan escaped his lips, bracing himself on his elbows to see his cock disappear in your glistening pussy. „I‘ll take good care of you,“ you’re words got cut off by a soft moan from you as you felt his thick cock fill you up. „ make this a first time for you to remember.“

His fingers tangled in the sheets below him, teeth grinding as he desperately tried to hide his moans, failing to do so as your walls clenched around him, sucking him deeper with each grind of your hips.

He won't be able to hold it in any longer, he already felt his impending orgasm threatening to wash over his body, his thighs clenching underneath you. A grin played itself on your lips as you noticed his behavior change, your movements only speeding up, anticipating to watch Choso unravel underneath you. Which he did not long after, your praises filling his ears as his mind exploded at the wave of euphoria overcoming him, his hand flinging to his mouth, muffled whimpers escaping his palm.

Your breathing turned ragged, the rhythm of your hips growing sloppy as you leaned down his level, taking in the sight of his disheveled form. "You're doing so good, Choso. I'm close too." The pathetic whine that flew past his lips made you bite your lip in pleasure, the knot inside of you tightening at the feeling of his meaty length filling your guts, tip repeatedly hitting that particular gushy spot. You threw your head back in euphoria, supporting yourself with your hands on his chest as you felt his length twitch inside of you, warm cum dripping out of your hole.

"W-wait, I can't-" he cut himself off with a loud moan, hands flying to your hips in an attempt to stop you, the overstimulation getting to his head. It was too much, but he couldn't stop you because it felt so good having his long-time crush on riding him into oblivion, feeling his cum trickling down his balls and onto the sheets.

"Just a little more. Don't you want to feel me cum around you?" This made him frantically nod his head, pleading an approval, 'yes' coming from him in between grunts and wails. "Fuck" His sensitive cock twitched inside of you at your words, starry eyes shooting up your face, taking in your face twisted in pleasure, your fingers gripping his shirt as you came, your moans like angelic music to his ears.

You giggled as the both of you caught your breaths, his worn-out length slipping out of you, more of his seed dripping from your cunt. Your fingers sneaked to his face, brushing some of his hair out of his face as you admired his heated cheeks.

"Do you got a girlfriend, Choso?" His eyes widened at your words, a slightly embarrassed expression decorating his face. "N-no." Your eyes lit up at his answer, clapping your hands together in excitement. "So, tell me," you leaned down, breath tickling his nose as your eyes stared through his soul. "do you want to be my boyfriend?"

His perplexed face made you wholeheartedly laugh, expecting orbs to look at him. "I-I would love too but, don't we need to go on a date first?" You grinned down at him at the sound of his weak voice, placing a small peek at his temple.

"This is our first date, no?"

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[skipper1331]

Your someone // Mary Fowler

a/n: based off this request.

"See you soon?" Mary asked, hugging you. Camp was officially over and everyone made their way back to their clubs.

Mary about to go back to Manchester while you would stay in Australia, "yeah, yeah of course" you replied, still holding on to her. It was a known fact for all your team mates that parting you from each other was hard, you would not see one another until the next camp. As well it was a common fact that you were in love with the other yet not acting on your feelings. 'I don‘t want to ruin our friendship' or 'she doesn‘t like me the way I like her'

"Do you ever think they‘ll admit that they‘re in love?" Macca asked Caitlin as they watched you hug.

"End of the next season they‘re a couple, wanna bet?" the gunner asked smirking, aware of conversations between you and City.

"Do you know something I don‘t?"

-

As the months went by the details of your transfer were clarified, your move to Man City was confirmed but nobody really knew. Manchester City went to sign you under the radar, the only one who knew was your home club, not even Mary, your best friend, knew about your joining.

As you arrived at City a member of the staff showed you around the facility and told you about the club history. You did a photoshoot to announce your signing and some q&a videos so that the fans could get to know you.

The next day, you left your house to go to training. It was the official start for you at a new club, in a new country. You're nervous but very happy. You got to see Mary again, that's what you've been looking forward to the most the time.

You stepped in to the facility, making your way to the changing room, ready for your first session.

"Hi" - "Hello" many girls greeting you with open arms but the one girl you hoped would be there wasn‘t. The girls were nice and you enjoyed to get to know them but someone was missing, your someone.

You were talking to Lauren and Chloe whilst the three of you walked out.

And then there was your someone. She looked stunning as always. It was as if she could feel the familiar feeling of peace coming over her, the feeling of security she felt when she was close to you. She turned around, not knowing why she would feel that, you‘re miles away or so she thought.

What she saw made her heart stop beating. She saw you. In a city shirt. Her mind was blown: is this real? how come she didn‘t know?

Faster than you could say wow she was at your side with her arms around your waist, giving you a famous Mary Fowler hug which was only reserved for you. "What‘re you doing here? Oh my gosh." Her hands cupped your cheeks squeezing them. "I‘m your new team mate" you grinned, feeling more than happy. "And you didn‘t tell me? I don‘t know If I should slap you or kiss you" the striker whined not realizing what she just said. Your cheek burnt red, heart racing as you whispered "i would prefer the last" but Mary didn‘t hear it, already telling you some stories yet still having at least one arm around you.

All day the australian could only smile. she hated it not being around you, that you were in a different time zone than her but now? You‘re here. She was happier than ever.

As training finished the team showered and changed, Mary not leaving her eyes off you. There were so many feelings in her: joy that you were here. Heart racing because you were here. "Let me take you out on a date" Mary said as the both of you left the changing room after saying bye to the girls. "What?"

"A date. You and me. I want to take you out on a real date" she clarified, her fingers lacing with your own. You stopped im your tracks, was she messing with you? You waited so long for this to happen but where was this coming from? "Let me- Let me show you how you deserve to be treated"

"Okay." you answered, not trusting your voice or your heart.

"I‘ll pick you up at 7. Casual clothes" she pressed a quick kiss to your cheeks before running to her car "Ah! Text me your address" she added yelling.

On point at 7, Mary was at your house. Her hands were sweaty, she was nervous. There was no way she would to screw this up. This was maybe the only chance she would get with you. "You look great" the forward said smiling as you exited your home, "thank you, you look awesome" returning the compliment.

The date went on smooth, Mary showered you in compliments and treated you like a queen. She was truly amazing. It was like always when you were together, you laughed, joked around, were affectionate but this was more meaningful on so many levels.

"I had a great time, thank you" you told the girl who you‘d been crushing on since for ever. "Maybe I can take you out again?" she asked nervously, shuffling with her feet as she put a loose strand of hair behind your ear "I‘d like that" your cheeks turned red as well did Mary‘s. She scanned your face, not getting enough of your beauty.

"fuck it"

Her hands grasped your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. She had to bend down to reach your lips due your height difference while your hands rested on her chest. Not wanting the kiss to end, it still came to end as you both smiled so bright against each others lips "i’ve wanted to do that since I saw you the first time in an Australia jersey," she admitted, pecking your lips again, "see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah" you answered, completely dazed.

Your first days in Manchester were not only the start of a new chapter in your football career but also the start of a new chapter with Mary being more than just your best friend.

She was your someone.

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[steveandnatlover76]

Steve *thinking*: Oh gosh, I can’t do this, I‘m a nervous wreck! Come on, Captain America, you can do this!

Natasha: Steve, are you trying to say something?

Steve *stuttering*: You…bride…me…groom…June…ever after?

Natasha: Ah, a merry word riddle. I‘ll give you one of my own: You…me…honeymoon…bedroom…fireworks?

Steve: Yes! Yes, I do!

Natasha: Good, I do, too. I love you, Rogers, despite the sometimes challenging communication.

[sxturn-to-mxrs]

🫂🐣 Here comes the Hug-Duck. Treat her well and send this to everyone you want to hug.

(This is the first time I start such a thing gosh I‘m nervous)

(No I‘m actually not nervous it‘s literally a emoji hug-duck so what could go wrong)

(Ahhh I hope I didn’t make a grammar mistake or anything that would be embarrassing)

(This is so not anonymous I think you know who I am)

(Please don’t copy the brackets haha)

tysm for the hug kitcat <33333 *hugs you back*

also the grammar is perfect, and the game is too

(this is kitcat right?)

[sunsetscurving]

CHASING STARS

Ch. 1

ao3 link

In a world where reincarnation is common and excepted, people stopped to care for a reason or how many times they already lived – they have no memory of their past life anymore.

But Lucas Lallemant can feel that this isn’t his first life, some shreds of his former life still present in his new one. He has this feeling that something from his past life tied him so much to it that he has to find it again in his new life.

Something. Or someone.

It’s been 6960 days since he last saw Lucas.

19 years and 35 days.

An eternity for some people. Nearly two decades.

But not for Eliott. For Eliott, it could have been two eternities or only some minutes. Time started to work differently for him.

All he wanted was to die when he lost him all those years ago. All he wanted was to bury himself alive or disappear into the deepest deep of hell where he belonged after all of that happened. There hasn’t been a day where stopped reproaching him for what happened and how he simple could have let it happen.

I could have saved him.

Eliott was doing his daily walk through the city when the thoughts of it all occupied him again, looking around with curiosity and trying to distract himself through that. Things changed when you were immortal, things changed a lot. And Eliott learned to see every little change, no matter if it was a new bench on the side of the street or a new person working in his favorite coffee shop. When you already lived for countless years, some tiny and minor changes could lift up your whole year.

He was tucking his hands in the pockets of his a caramel brown jacket, the hood of his hoodie hiding his messy hair and his flushed cheeks. The cold morning air felt good on his face and when he walked past the bus station, something inside him twisted, memories of forgotten times surfacing again.

There was never a minute where he didn’t think about him. Everything reminded Eliott of him, a stupid bus station making him shiver with longing.

But he’s gone and that’s your fault.

Eliott was rounding a corner now, slowly coming to a stop when he reached the college he was currently attending. Leaning against a brick wall, he was watching the students coming out of the college, chatting about their last lecture or the homework they had. He already studied a lot in his life and he didn’t need it to survive. But it would be too obvious for a boy who looked 20 years old to not do… anything. And in this way, he had a task. Something to do. A reason to stand up in the morning and not to stay in bed all day, thinking and thinking and thinking.

And suddenly, while standing at the corner and watching the students spill out of the college, Eliott’s world stopped spinning.

Oh my…

Time lost its meaning as he watched someone coming out of that building and his heart was surely not beating at all or currently jumping out of his chest, Eliott didn’t know and he didn’t care. Eliott blinked rapidly, trying to calm down. But there was no calming down – not now and not ever if this what he just saw was true.

This is not real. This is a dream. This is not real.

“Hey, Lucas. There you are”, said a boy with blonde hair and glasses, greeting the other boy with a handshake.

Eliott had heard this name so often when he was in public, swirling around at the sound of it, his heart beating too fast. The disappointment then was even worse than the possibility to see him again.

But this time, no disappointment crushed Eliott like a giant wave.

This time, his heart kept beating faster and faster and Eliott had the feeling to faint.

His whole world suddenly was colorful again and it seemed like everything had a meaning again. Since he was gone, everything seemed dull to Eliott, he seemed numb to so many things he usually enjoyed or loved, forgetting how to be truly happy. It seemed like he took all the light and hope from Eliott with him.

And now he was standing there, only a few meters away from him.

Eliott needed to steady himself with one arm on the wall next to him.

This was Lucas.

His Lucas.

I missed you so much.

And he looked as beautiful and cute and hot as ever. He didn’t look like he died in Eliott’s arms.

Eliott felt his feet moving towards Lucas on their own accord, his arms wanting to close around the other smaller boy and to hold him as tightly as he could, never ever letting go of him. But he couldn’t do that. Because Lucas didn’t know who Eliott was. Because Lucas died and was reincarnated, like so many other people on this planet were too. Eliott often saw the same faces again after several years passed, the others not knowing Eliott or anything else about their former life.

There was no system who was reincarnated and who was not. It seemed kind of random but Eliott knew that everyone who was reincarnated had a reason why fate choose to give them another life.

When someone was reincarnated, their other life was erased – every memory connected to them disappeared from the minds of the people they knew, who were their family or their friends. People usually were reincarnated with their same body and their same name because of this. Their former life, their former self just didn’t… exist anymore. Like it never was there in the first place.

But there were expectations. There were people who don’t apply to that rule. People who didn’t forget about the reincarnated people.

And Eliott, being immortal, was one of those people.

Eliott was pinching himself in his arm now, afraid that Lucas was some kind of hallucination. That the long time Eliott looked for his boy in the crowds of people, trying to find a short boy with brownish, messy hair, were starting to get on his nerves and his mind. That fate started to play a game with him, punishing him for all the mistakes he already did in his immortal life. But when Eliott opened his eyes again, Lucas was still standing there, now laughing at a joke one of the boys in their group made and Eliott’s whole world seemed to light up as he saw the other boy laughing.

He is real. He is back. I have another chance.

Eliott swore Lucas that he would never forget him. And he didn’t. And Eliott had been praying to some kind of higher force that Lucas would be reincarnated. And now his wish came true.

And Lucas knew nothing about Eliott at all.

But Eliott would change that, if Lucas would let him. He had the feeling that their love was one of the reasons why Lucas was being reincarnated. Their love being so strong that it could even beat death and everything else.

And this time, things would end differently. Eliott would make sure of that.

Eliott smiled slightly. This was real. This was not some kind of weird dream.

It’s been one minute since he last saw Lucas. Lucas Lallemant, the love of his life.

.

In Lucas’ world, reincarnation was common and expected. Everyone knew about the possibility of reincarnation. No one asked why, no one cared about how often they were already reincarnated. No one had any memories from their past life.

No one except Lucas.

Lucas just knew that he was reincarnated. He didn’t have any proof, he just felt it. He felt it in the way his dreams were so vivid and lively that they couldn’t be just only dreams. He felt it in the way his mind recognized certain places he never saw before in this life. And he felt it in the way of this strange pull which seemed to say: Come. Find me.

There was a reason he was being reincarnated and he needed to find out what this reason was.

Lucas was absent with his thoughts while Yann and Basile talked, Arthur adding some stuff to their discussion. They always said that Lucas was a dreamer, constantly in thoughts and captured by little things. And maybe this was true. He never talked about his possible former life with his friends and as much as Lucas loved them, he just knew that they wouldn’t understand it. The whole society knew that there was a possibility of reincarnation and often it was guessed what their former life was about, especially in the young generation of Lucas. But no one really knew of their reincarnation. Not like Lucas knew it.

So he kept his feelings to himself, often being occupied by thoughts so that it looked like Lucas was dreaming about some boy he saw in the hallway of their college, his friends tending to mock him about it.

A loud noise came from the door of the college being thrown against the wall behind it and Lucas jumped, panic raising inside of him, his breathing quickening rapidly and the stream of thoughts forgotten.

“Hey bud… Are you okay?”, asked Yann as he saw how panicked his best friend was. Yann always knew when something was wrong. Lucas just nodded and took a deep breath.

“I just…”

He was not sure what this all was about. He was not sure why he always jumped at loud noises, why he seemed to hate everything connected to an explosive sound. His friends looked at him, Arthur biting his lip slightly before speaking.

“Have you ever thought about the possibility that your phonophobia comes from your possible former life?”

Everyone was staring at Arthur now, especially Lucas whose heart was now racing.

He can’t know about it.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, asked Lucas while huffing a laugh. But inside, Lucas was actually dead serious.

“I’ve heard that our phobias come from the way we died in our former life”, answered Arthur and shrugged as if he just hadn’t told them something bigger than they could ever imagine. Basile was staring at him, his mouth slightly open.

“This is absolutely crazy”, he whispered quietly as if they are sharing a big secret, “Crazy in a cool way.”

Lucas was turning his head in Basile’s direction and Yann was dramatically slamming his face in his hand.

“Only you can think of something as ‘cool’ which is connected to dying and phobias”, said Yann muffled through the hand on his face and Lucas couldn’t help but smile.

“This is bullshit, Arthur”, said Lucas quickly before Basile could protest to the things Yann said, “I mean, why should this be connected to my possible former life? How did I die, then? Through a fucking door which was slammed against a wall and I was standing behind that door or what?”

“You would have died as a sandwich between a wall and a door.”

Everyone was staring at Basile again, a look of pure confusion on their faces and Lucas asked himself for the thousandth time if Basile even had a brain or any braincell at all.

“Basile, what the actually fuck”, whispered Yann unbelievable and everyone erupted into laughter. His friends made it again – they freed Lucas from his dark and deep thoughts.

“Okay, now I’m hungry. What about some sandwiches at mine?”, suggested Arthur and this plan was greeted with a please nodding.

“But we won’t eat Lucas, the sandwich between wall and door, right?”

“Shut up, Basile”, said Lucas, Yann and Arthur in a choir before the boys started to walk to Arthur’ house, laughing all the way.

Lucas was on the back of that group, smiling and listening to their conversation, when he suddenly felt a gaze on his back. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. His eyes immediately found the pair of eyes which were staring at him and Lucas went hot and cold in the span of mere seconds.

The boy was beautiful.

Really beautiful.

He couldn’t see his eyes which were hidden under his hood but he knew that they must be breathtaking. Lucas was instantly taking a step in the direction of that stranger staring at him, but with the next blink, he was gone. Lucas stopped and looked around, searching for any sign of that stranger.

Did I only imagine him or…

“Lucas?”

“Coming.”

Lucas looked over his shoulder, seeing his friends waiting for him and he looked back to the place where the stranger disappeared as fast as he appeared.

Maybe Lucas really only imagined him.

But why could he still feel his heart racing?

[dustofthedailylife]

hiii love, congrats again on 500 followers, you deserve it definitely ♡ so many more too, actually

your event is so cute, i just had to join in on the fun too! i hope you don’t mind me giving you some options for you to play matchmaker? that way it’s going to be a surprise for me too hehe~

i‘d like to receive either a confession or a love letter from either xiao or childe or is there a secret admirer i don’t know about? ♡

also i‘m working on your matchup next, i just haven’t had the time to properly sit down and write o(TヘTo)

→ Letters from the Heart // 500 Follower Celebration Event

A/N: Oh my gosh tumblr did a goof and I thought your ask vanished just as I finished writing it and was about to paste it here *panicks* But it's here again, wohooo!

Thank you so much, Holly! >///< I smiled when I read your ask and I hope you like your letter! Also don't stress about the matchup, I know you're working on them and I'm not going anywhere, so take your time with shipping me, hehe <(￣︶￣)>

Oh! I almost forgot, here is your letter. I'm not saying who it's from but all I'm saying is that he looked a little nervous and not as confident as he usually seems- a bit unusual for him, hehe :3

Hey girlie!

Been a while since we last spoke face to face. I really hope I can come back home soon, we don’t want you to forget my face now, do we? Who knew that conquering the world could be so time consuming, huh? Haha, I jest… of course. 

I have received your letter today as well. I'm glad you took the time to write to me, it really made my day a lot better and I’m glad to hear you’re doing well - I do hope you’re not overworking yourself though? I know all too well that you tend to do that without noticing, in which case please remember to take a breather from time to time please - for me? 

In case you’ve heard anything, how are Teucer, Tonia and the others doing? I hope they’re all well. You know, I really hate being away from home because of them, the one thing I miss the most when I’m away is my family.

And you, actually.

In fact, I’ve thought of you every single day since my departure. Sometimes when I was lying awake at night, I wondered what you were doing right now at the other end of the continent. Are you also awake, are you reading or are you perhaps preparing your next letter for me? By the Tsaritsa, this must sound so cliché and cheesy right now - but I’m not sorry, I need to finally get this off my chest.

I originally meant to wait until I am back home again to tell you this in person, but it seems like I will have to stay a little while longer, things are not quite going according to plan over here in Liyue. If I find the courage to actually send this letter? I don’t know… I guess, if you’re reading this, I did actually decide to send it your way.

All I can think about right now is how you will look at me when I finally arrive back home. How you will smile and hug me and how you will look so sad again when I have to leave. I want nothing more than to be able to stay by your side forever and I always find that something is missing whenever I am not with you.

I have feelings for you. Actually, I’ve had them for as long as I can remember and I dream of building a future together with you - I know my job could get in the way of that but I would quit instantly if you’d ask me to do so. I’d run to the edge of the world and back if it meant I can be by your side.

I only hope you feel the same about me.

With love,

Ajax

[themattgirl]

Hiii, I was wondering if you could please do another part to breathless? I would like to see where she confronts the friend please?

Hii, I‘m sorry that this came so late. The past year has been shit and I just couldn’t motivate myself to write anything because i knew it’d be something depressing and I didn’t want to do that because that would result in me being even more depressed sooo anyway... I‘m finally back and ready to deliver. Enjoy, my lovelies! ✨

Please read Breathless first to understand this if you haven’t already.

Relentless

Sequel to Breathless

Right in front of the door a white Tesla is waiting for Y/N. The guy sitting behind the steering wheel is looking out of the rolled down window with a cigarette between his index and middle finger, facing the street opposite Y/N’s and her boyfriend’s living place. He jumps in shock when he turns his head to face the person who cleared their throat only to find Harry standing there bent down and looking down at the smoker.

“This spot isn’t for you to park your car in, sorry.” Harry speaks after the boy’s face doesn’t look like he just saw a ghost anymore.

“I was waiting for her actually,” he tells him a little nervous and points to Y/N behind Harry. “We’ll get lost in a sec, c’mon babe, get in.”

Harry turns around and looks at her just so the guy doesn’t see the smirk he can’t keep at bay. Y/N hides hers by licking her lips. Harry faces forward again, but points over his shoulder with his thumb. “Oh, you mean Y/N? Why would she get in your car? How do you know her?” he asks questions he knows the answers well enough to.

“We’ve been friends since forever. We were gonna hang out today, but I don’t understand how that would be any of your business.”

“Ah, sorry, yes. You don’t know me. Let me introduce myself.”

Harry walks around the front of the car to the passenger side, Y/N right on his heels. He opens the car door and slides himself into the seat, not shutting the door yet, but holding his hand out for the boy to shake. “I’m Harry Styles,” he puts on a smile that shows his dimples while Y/N climbs onto his lap, now straddling him.

She cups Harry’s face and turns it so he faces her and leans down to lock their lips. It was just a simple kiss, lips meeting lips.

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” Harry tells him, the smile turning into a mischievous smirk when he feels his girlfriend’s lips on his neck. “Who are you?” he keeps talking as if Y/N isn’t sucking a hickey right below his ear.

“I-I didn’t... uhh. Woah, s-sorry I–” the boy stammers with wide eyes, his cigarette long fallen from between his fingers to the ground out of the window. Y/N doesn’t seem to care about anything he has to say, because after kissing the dark red spot on Harry’s jaw better, she grabs his face and turns his head to her again so she can connect their lips again. This time she uses her tongue, too. It’s not a simple kiss anymore, they are full on making out in the car of someone who only came because he expected to have his dick sucked in the next 20 minutes.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, I was told you give head for free,” the poor boy seems very confused.

Y/N separates herself from Harry and faces the third wheeler, “I do, but that deal only applies to that one here, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” Harry laughs.

“He’s right, I’m really not sorry at all.”

“Wait, so–” The guy starts but cuts himself off to think before deciding to speak again. “So, does that mean I’d have to pay? How much–”

This time it’s Harry who interrupts his talking, “No, you prick. It means the only dick she swallows is mine.”

He has been friendly throughout this whole exchange, but this is the moment he was waiting for so patiently. The moment this scumbag proves he is a scumbag. How dare he assume that precious Y/N would seriously do anything with him, that she would want to do it with him? How does he translate her sitting on Harry Styles’ lap, making out with him, giving him hickeys and even saying she doesn’t do whatever he heard she does into it meaning she’d suck his little thing for a ridiculous amount of money?

His stupid question got Y/N just as mad, he can see it in her face and hear it through the way her breathing changed. And as much as Harry wants to just punch that wanker in the face and cut the top of his head off to check if there’s a brain inside, he promised Y/N he’d let her handle it herself. She didn’t tell him what she was thinking of doing though, so he’s curious to see what her crazy mind came up with this time. He is also kind of apprehensive because he knows when Y/N gets mad, she gets mad mad. And to see the put on guilty look on her face already meant trouble for the tosser in the driver’s seat.

“The only person whose dick I take into my mouth is Harry’s and honestly it’s more than enough for me. He’s quite big, you know? He fills me out completely and not only my mouth, you should see us fuck. Oof. Look, I don’t usually have to gag from anything but sometimes when he’s fucking my mouth it just happens. I gag around him and I can’t help it, it’s just too much sometimes. Do you think your little friend would make me gag?” She speaks lowly, but somehow still sounds innocent in a way. Harry squeezes her hips in question after that last sentence but Y/N rubs his cheek with her thumb as a way of telling him she knows what she’s doing. He trusts her enough to relax again. She continues.

“Hm, we can’t check that obviously. But do you think I’d be overwhelmed if we tried? Imagine my lips wrapped around your cock, my hands gripping your thighs-” she places one hand on his thigh, “-because I can’t keep my balance from how hard you’d fuck my mouth. And tears starting to make my vision swimmy because you keep hitting the back of my throat with the head of your dick. Would I gag? Oh gosh, the imagination is starting to make me wet.” She starts rubbing his thigh, very close to his crotch but not quite where he needs her hand to be.

“I wish I was in a bed right now, getting fucked. Sex with Harry is incredible, he’s very good in bed. Are you? Do you think you’d hit all my right spots? Well, Harry knows everything about me already so I guess it’d be unfair to compare, right? In fact, he knows me so well he can make me cum with his fingers in only fife minutes. Oh and one time – actually, it was more than once – it took him only seven minutes with his tongue on my pussy to get me there. It was phenomenal. God, I remember how hard I came. I doubt you could do that to me but I bet I could bring you to cloud nine really fast.” She hears his breath picking up and getting heavier.

“I won’t do anything with you obviously, but still. I know I could. Oh my God, maybe you could watch? Wouldn’t that be nice too? Me and The Harry Styles getting each other to cum multiple times? Do you like it soft or rough? You look like someone who likes rough sex. Maybe you could watch Harry tie me up and fuck me until I’m screaming. Or would you rather enjoy it if we’d tie you to a chair and make you watch us doing all the things you wish you could do. Yeah, you’d like that, huh?”

Finally, when Y/N looks down on his lap she sees the bulge in his jeans and retrieves her hand from his thigh. She leans more into him and notices his eyes fluttering shut. When her mouth hovers in front of his ear she whispers, “Go get yourself someone else to take care of your little problem here because I surely won’t.”

She pulls back, pecks Harry’s lips once and gets off his lap and out of the car. Harry throws in a quick “It was nice meeting you” and hurries after Y/N who is already walking in the direction of her own car.

Once he catches up to her and they both get in the car, he waits until she drives off before he speaks.

“What the fuck was that?”

Y/N knows he isn’t mad, but she can hear how thrown off he is. He certainly did not expect this.

“Got him hard and left him to go home with blue balls. Good, huh?” she smiles, but doesn’t take her eyes off of the road.

Harry is silent for a few long seconds, which worries her a little, but then he laughs out loud, even throwing his head back and clapping his hands twice. “Amazing!”

Y/N relaxes and chuckles along with him.

“You said you were getting wet, though. Were you?” he asks when the laughter dies down.

“Ew, no. Are you crazy? I probably would have if it wasn’t for him being there and me bringing up his dick throughout the whole... story.”

“Yeah, same.” Harry agrees.

“You would’ve been hard from what I said?” Y/N smirks and glances at him for only a second before watching the road again.

“Shut up,��� he laughs. “Where’re we going?”

“Kickin’ ass.”

Once in Y/N’s ex-best-friend’s dorm room, their mood changes completely. The first thing they see is a poster on the wall next to the small single bed with a shirtless Harry Styles on it.

“Oh God,” Harry murmurs behind his girlfriend.

“What are you doing here?” Jade, the owner of the room asks.

“You hang up a poster of my boyfriend right after I move out?” Y/N ignores her question and throws in one of her own instead.

“Not a poster of your boyfriend. A poster of Harry Styles, the singer I have liked ever since I discovered music.” Jade tries to explain.

“The singer who happens to be my boyfriend. And it’s a shirtless picture, for fuck’s sake. If it was anyone else’s room I wouldn’t care to look twice and laugh about it. But the facts it’s you just makes it weird.”

“It’s not weird, it–” Y/N cuts off whatever bullshit Jade was about to say.

“It is weird and you know it. Or else you wouldn’t have waited until I was gone to hang it up.”

“Why are you here anyway?” She asks when she fails to think of something to say to Y/N’s fact.

“Get the rumours out of the world,” Y/N crosses her arms over her chest while demanding it, Harry doing the same behind her.

“Or what?” Jade has the audacity to ask.

“You don’t want to risk finding it out. Do what I said.”

“I’m not scared of you, princess. And how would I even do that anyway?”

“The same way you started it, princess. I don’t care how you do it. Go on, I’ll wait here until it’s done.” she leans back against Harry who is quick to wrap his arms around her from behind.

“If so then you can move back in, ‘cause I won’t be doing shit. It’s your problem, not mine.”

“Oh, is that so?” Y/N smiles devilishly. That’s exactly how she expected this conversation to go. Honestly, she hoped it would.

She walks further into the room and sits down on the chair by the desk, Harry behind her with his hands on her shoulders and Jade’s open laptop in front of her. She closes all the open tabs – and if there was an unsaved 28k word document then oops – before opening Twitter. Luckily Jade was logged in, just like she expected.

“I wanted to give you the chance to choose what you want to say to clear things up, but it looks like I’m gonna have to do it myself. And it’s gonna end up bad. For you, obviously.” she chuckles quietly before she starts typing away on the keyboard of the laptop in front of her and reads word for word out loud for Jade to hear.

“Get your hands off my stuff!” Jade steps forward to try and stop Y/N but Harry quickly gets in the way. He doesn’t even have to touch her, all he does is block her way to Y/N.

Y/N types and reads, “Hello dear twitties.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ridiculous, right? That’s how she starts off every single one of her Tweets,” Y/N laughs with him. “Anyway, how should I start this?”

Jade tries to get a word in but Harry speaks over her. “Make her admit she’s a liar and make her sound like a crazy bitch.”

“Mmh, I like that,” Y/N turns her head and smiles up at him, “Gimme a kiss.”

Harry leans down with a smile and does so.

Y/N faces the laptop again and starts typing, “I’m sure you all remember my post about Y/N giving BJs on campus for free. This is embarrassing to admit, but it was a lie. So I would like to apologise to her and to all of the guys who got turned down by her because of that lie. I have some good news for you, though. I did it because I wanted to see if there would actually be people contacting her and now that I’ve seen it work, I’d like to announce that I’m taking her place. I’ll be the one to suck you off. Please leave her alone and call me instead.”

“Wait, I’ll give you her phone number,” Harry suggests and fishes Y/N’s phone out of her jeans. Once the number is typed beneath the text she clicks the Tweet button so it’s for everyone to see. Then she closes everything again, but before she can shut the laptop, the picture Jade has saved as her screen wallpaper catches her eye. Not only is it a picture of Harry, but one where she herself is edited into it so it looks like he is kissing her cheek.

“Alright, this is getting too weird. C’mon babe, let’s get outta here.” Harry pulls Y/N up off the chair and leads her out of the room.

“This is a joke, right? She can’t be that sick,” Y/N murmurs more to herself than to anyone else.

“Let’s just go get you a new phone number, please.”

[hi-rubi]

Uhm hi. I followed you. I saw, that you wanted to shut down your other blog… but I enjoy to talk with you, so I hope, it’s okay that I followed you 😖 welp, I‘m more nervous to talk than usually 😅 - 🐑

SHEEP ANON!!! MY ABSOLUTE LOVE!!!! Oh my gosh, I'm so happy to see you here <3 how has life been hehehe?

Omg btw, I have to tell you about this book I'm reading. It's called Kingdom of the Wicked. It drags on a little bit, but it's fantasy and the scenery/details are AMAZING.

[florbexter]

you know what i love about history 3? no cringy editing, no weird slow mos with weird music and instead just amazing acting in intimate scenes. for example that little "I really wanted to kiss you just know from hao ting", so breathy and almost whispered ~ as one would actually speak in a situation like that, I'm so in love with this series ahhh

The whole couch scene was *chef‘s kiss* - Hao Ting was aware that Xi Gu was nervous and hesitant so instead of going for it he 1) stopped and 2) made clear how much he wanted Xi Gu which reassured Xi Gu and gave him the power of decision gosh it was so sexy, also the way Hao Ting caressed his face while he said „I‘m serious“ my heart!!!!

Slow-mo can give a situation an extra importance but I never understood why it was always before/during kissing... you want to see that people want to kiss each other and not their noses from different angles in the span of what feels like ten minutes xD

[moonb-eam]

hey, i don’t know if you recognize me, but i‘m that girl that always writes these novels in your comment sections on ao3, and i was wondering if you could answer 7 and 12 from these 40 questions you just posted? ♥️♥️🌒

oh my gosh ella hello!!! of course i recognize you ahhh how are you my love?? ✨ thank you so much for the questions!

fic writer asks

7. share a snippet from one of your favourite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it

i think one of my personal favourite stories i’ve published is la lune et le soleil, because i’m proud of how it’s written, but i also wrote it while sitting in a park one afternoon, until the sun started to go down, and also it’s for janice, who i love with my whole heart, but this is all a tangent, and i’ll just say i’m very fond of the ending of the fic. i like the atmosphere it evokes, this little twilight scene, and to me it felt perfect for the story. when i wrote those final two lines, i had the biggest smile on my face:

Eliott smiles and points up, up, and they both look skywards, and there’s the moon and there’s the sun, and wait, there’s the moon and there’s the sun looking back at them.

And while yes, it might be nice to be a creature of the sky, to rule in a world of stars and meteors and impossible colour and light, to be a moon and a sun and to be adored by so many, to live within song and story and painting, there’s also something to be said for being a creature of the earth, the sort of creature that can reach out for another, and have fingers reaching back, entwined, clasped, together, together.

Eliott and Lucas walk under the twilight sky hand in hand, laughing together and in love, so in love, and isn’t that the best part of being human?

Lucas rises on his toes and kisses Eliott on the cheek, his mouth lingering there to giggle into Eliott’s ear, to whisper, hi sunshine, but he’s not done, and the moon and sun themselves strain to listen, lingering far too long on their horizons, to hear Lucas whisper, I love you.

Eliott whispers it back, I love you, and kisses Lucas’s forehead.

The moon, light as a feather, rises.

The sun sighs, blushes, and sets.

☀️🌙

12. is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

if this is referring to an episode of skam france then YES absolutely!! le premier is endlessly inspiring to me - there’s just something in it that touches me so deeply, the anticipation before the kiss, the exhilaration of the little dance they do with the flashlight, all of it leading to that kiss in the rain??? to me, it’s like…jubilant youth and nostalgia and love and wonder all in one episode and i just adore it.

40. write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one)

hmmmm okay okay

a very, very minimally alternate ending to sk8ter boi (chapter three), under the cut

They take a spill a few minutes later, both of them hitting the pavement. It’s not too bad, they weren’t going too fast, but Lucas scrapes his elbow and Eliott scrapes his hand and his knee, and they both laugh about it as they right themselves brushing dirt off of their jeans, nursing their wounds with exaggerated pouts, and still reaching for each other’s hands when they begin to walk the rest of the way, Eliott’s board tucked securely under his arm.

“I have band-aids at my place,” Eliott tells him. “I can patch you up.”

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise,” Lucas says with a sigh.

Eliott makes a face. “Are you implying that I’m not graceful?”

“I’m implying that you ride a death trap for fun. Also yeah, are you kidding me? You have the legs and the coordination of a baby horse.”

“I believe the word you’re looking for is foal,” Eliott says icily, his face is thrown into long shadow as they pass underneath a streetlight. He makes a show of dropping Lucas’ hand. “And if I’m not mistaken, I used to see you checking my legs out at the skatepark.”

Lucas blushes, but he shrugs, wincing when the motion pulls at the skin around his elbow. “Whatever.”

“Ohhh, no comeback, huh?” Eliott’s voice lowers to a whisper for an invisible audience. “It’s because it’s true.”

Lucas snorts, gently punching Eliott in the side and ducking down when he aims a swipe at his head.

“You say that when you used to always check out my ass at school. It was so obvious.”

“Used to?” Eliott leers at him and Lucas groans, batting him away and grinning when Eliott grips onto his hand, tugging it upwards so he can press a kiss to his knuckles.

“You’re hot,” Eliott says solemnly into his knuckles, and Lucas nods.

“I know.”

“Lucas. You’re supposed to say it back.”

“Eliott. You’re…” He squints at Eliott, who’s still pressing his lips to Lucas’ knuckles and it occurs to Lucas that they’ve stopped walking, on the edge of a small park, caught in the pale darkness between two streetlights. Lucas almost can’t see Eliott’s eyes like this, but he can feel them, a touch as tangible as soft lips to tender skin.

The longer they stand there, the more words Lucas thinks of. You’re hot. You’re really, really hot. You’re sexy. You’re weird. You’re beautiful. You’re a dork. You’re so funny. You’re annoying. You’re the sweetest. You’re amazing. You’re my favourite person.

“You’re okay,” Lucas says, but his voice is low and the words are heavy under the weight of what’s unsaid.

Eliott smiles at him like he can hear the rest of it on the gentle wind.

“Do you…” he says slowly, lowering Lucas’ hand but keeping their fingers linked together, “know the song ‘First Day of my Life’?”

Lucas’ brows furrow together. “No.” His eyes dance across the outline of Eliott’s face curiously. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh. Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t…” Lucas shrugs again. He gets the feeling he’s missing something important, and it makes him nervous. “Why?”

“Nah, it’s nothing. You should just…look it up sometime.”

Lucas squints at him again. “Why?” He draws the question out, long and teasing enough that Eliott laughs, turning forwards again and tugging Lucas along, brining them into another faerie’s ring of artificial light.

“Because it’s the song.” Eliott says on a giggle, and it takes Lucas a second, but when he gets it, he stops them again.

“The song? Like the song? The one you posted about me?”

“Yeah.”

They’re grinning at each other, Lucas with a rush of excitement, bouncing onto his toes, Eliott with a touch of bashfulness, rocking back onto his heels.

Lucas takes a step closer to him. “How does it go?”

“Oh. Well, I mean, I can play it on my phone-”

Lucas shakes his head. “Can you sing it?”

Eliott’s eyes widen. He lets out a disbelieving laugh. “No fucking way.”

“Please.”

“Nope.”

“Please.”

Eliott sighs, rolling his head back onto his neck.

“Those fucking eyes,” he groans, and Lucas giggles, taking another step closer.

“Please, Eliott?” He asks quietly. He bats his lashes slowly, the streetlight casting long shadows across his cheekbones. “For me?”

“Stop.” Eliott laughs. “As if you don’t already know I’d do anything for you.”

Lucas’ smile falls, just a little, and his free hand smoothes Eliott’s hair back from his forehead. “I’d like to hear it.” He says softly. “I mean it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, since you brought it up.”

“Fine.” Eliott shakes his head a little, eyes drifting down to Lucas’ lips, then back up. “Fine, okay.” He takes a small step back, Lucas’ hand falling to his shoulder as he bobs his head from side to side trying to pick up an internal melody.

“Okay, it goes something like, ‘this is the first day of my life…’”

Eliott doesn’t make it very far into the song without laughing, fudging the melody and forgetting the words, but Lucas stays silent, smiling and swaying them on the spot, and if anyone were to see them, a passerby taking their dog for a late night walk, a melancholic insomniac leaning out of their bedroom window for a cigarette, a poet watching from the fire escape, they would see two scraped-up boys slow dancing on the sidewalk, and they would hear, very, very faintly,

so if you want to be with me, with these things there’s no telling, we’ll just have to wait and see, but i’d rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery

besides maybe this time it’s different, i mean, i really think you like me

[goodomensblog]

Hello there! I really love your work! (Always gives me too many feelings, but no matter what.. I’m smiling in the end.) They really cheer me up on bad days, and I wanted to thank you for that! I was kinda nervous to ask, but do you have any advice for young/beginning writers? Sending a gigantic blob of thanks either way!

Ahh gosh, thank you!! This is the sweetest ❤️ and please don’t be nervous to ask, every writer was once a beginning writer. I’m very excited for you!

My biggest piece of advice: write

I know, not original at all. But it is the best advice I’ve been given, and it’s worked for me. My first writings were bad. You know those tumblr posts floating around that make fun of fanfiction cliches? My first writings absolutely one hundred percent had all of them. All of the cliches. All of them. My second story still wasn’t very good. And neither was my third, looking back on it. But at the time I was having fun, and I was feeling more confident with every story, which was nice. I don’t know if I’m a “good” writer now, but I do know that I’ll continue to write and improve, and someday I’ll probably look back on the things I‘m writing now and see all the flaws that are currently invisible to me. And that’s okay.

I got a little rambly, but mostly what I want to say is: write and be kind to yourself as a new writer. It’s easy to chase perfection. So try to enjoy the process and always always celebrate the sheer wonder of the fact that no matter the quality, you’ve written something into existence that wasn’t there before.

[inkjam-moon]

When the Power Goes Out (M) - Request

Summary: When a storm causes the electricity to go out, it becomes to dark in the apartment to study, so you and Yoongi have to find another way to pass the time.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, FLUFF

Word Count: 7.2k

TW: First time! reader, swearing, music theory lingo, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, cunnilingus, insecure!reader, soft Yoongi, like really soft Yoongi, sex, a tinsy bit of overstimulation

“You look like a bat.”

“What?” Yoongi turns to you and sees you lying on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the mattress.

“Your feet are on the ceiling.”

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be studying.” Yoongi states, turning back to his computer.

“I’m taking a break.”

“You took a break five minutes ago.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, I’m taking another break.”

“Y/N…” Yoongi sighs.

You roll over onto your stomach. “I’m tired of studying!” You pout. “It’s so boring.”

“It’s not supposed to be fun.”

“Yoongi, can we do something else please?”

“You can do what you want, just remember that your test is on Wednesday.” He reminds you.

“Fine.” You huff, turning back to your open textbook. You pick up your highlighter and find the page you left off on, but it doesn’t take long for your mind to wander again, and you end up reading the same paragraph about seven times before you sigh in defeat, and instead of trying again, you look up to watch the rain pelt against the window, illuminated by the street light, before turning to stare up at your boyfriend.

Your eyes trail over Yoongi’s defined features; his dark hair is pushed off his face, held back by the snapback adorning his head; his eyelashes flutter every time he blinks; his nose occasionally twitching as he focuses on what you’re sure must be another demo; his lips pushed forward in his ever present pout; his strong jaw sticking out just a bit as he mumbles something to himself; he was unbelievably handsome, and you still  don’t really understand how you got so lucky.

You had met Yoongi your freshman year of college; he was two years older than you, and was the teacher’s assistant for your music theory class. He was mysterious and intriguing, and you quickly developed a crush on him. You frequented his group tutoring sessions with the intention of getting help, but you always ended up just oogling him, and eventually, you had to ask for private lessons because you were too distracted by him during the class to actually pay attention. He agreed to tutor you, and after your first time alone with Yoongi, things just sort of fell into place. You still remember walking up to his apartment, terrified and shaking as you knocked on the door.

It takes a bit for Yoongi to answer, and you wonder if he’s even home. Did he forget? You’re about to knock again when you hear the door unlock. It opens a few seconds later to reveal Yoongi; his black hair is damp and hangs messily across his forehead, he’s wearing a loose black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, much more casual than his usual TA attire.

“Sorry, I was in the shower.” He explains.

“Oh, i-it’s okay.”

“Come on in.” He steps to the side and allows you to enter. You walk over the threshold and slip off your shoes, standing there a bit awkwardly as Yoongi shuts the door. “You can put your books on the table there.” He points to a coffee table in front of his couch, next to a very nice Steinway grand piano, which takes up most of the space in the living room.

“Wow.” You gasp. “You have a Steinway?” You admire, walking up and running your fingers over the ivory keys.

“Yeah, it was my grandfather’s. He gave it to me as a birthday present.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Yoongi walks across the room and takes a seat on the couch.

“You must really like music.” You observe, joining him on the sofa.

“Yeah. My mom used to joke that if you took music away from my life, there would be nothing left.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Aren’t you glad you have me to tutor you?”

“Oh, y-yeah.” Your face flushes as you stutter an answer.

“Should we get started then?” He asks. You nod, reaching into your bag and pulling out your theory book. You open it to the chapter the class is currently working on and grab a pencil out of your bag. “Alright, so what is it you’re having trouble with?”

“Um, I just don’t really get this chapter. The whole roman numeral thing is really throwing me off when it comes to voice leading.”

“Ah, that’s not so hard. Here, let me show you.” Yoongi begins his explanation, telling you how the roman numerals work, showing you examples, and coming up with questions to help you, but it’s incredibly difficult for you to focus. He’s so close to you, he smells so good, and you can feel his breath fan across your face. “Y/N?” You look up to see that Yoongi’s staring at you expectantly. He must have asked you a question. Shit.

“Yeah?”

“I asked if you wanted to do another example.”

“O-Oh, sure.” Yoongi squints at you for a second, studying you before he stands up. He holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly take it. His palm is warm and soft as he pulls you to your feet. He leads you over to the piano and takes a seat on the bench, gesturing for you to sit next to him. You take your seat and your breathing quickens; you’re so close to him that his thigh is pressing against your own.

“Let’s start with the key of C, since that’s easy.”

“Okay.” You nod as he effortlessly plays the Major C scale.

“So, when you’re voice leading, you have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 chords. The roman numeral indicates three things: what note of the key you’re using, if the chord is major or minor, and which note is in the bass. So if you have a C chord, the numeral would be a major ‘I’, as long as the bass note is a C.” Yoongi plays a C chord.

“Right.” You agree.

“If you had an E chord with the E in the bass line,” He plays the notes. “What would that be?”

“A minor three?”

“Good!” Yoongi nods. “Now if you have a G chord, with a D in the bass line, what would that be?” He plays the new chord for you, his arm brushing against you as his fingers dance over the keys. Your breath hitches and you immediately forget your answer.

“Um.. I… Uh-”

“Start with the numeral.” He encourages, playing the chord again.

“It’d be a five, right?”

“Right, now would it be major, or minor?”

“Major?”

“Correct.” Yoongi nods. “Anything else?”

“Well, it’s i-inverted.”

“Is it a first or second inversion?”

“First. So it’d have that little six next to it I think.” You look up at him, hopefully.

“That’s perfect.” He states, offering you a gummy smile. “Good job!” He looks so handsome when he smiles like that. Your stomach flutters and you look down at your lap, blushing. “Let’s do a few more, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agree.

You and Yoongi run through several more examples, each one slightly more difficult than the last as your attention is continuously pulled to Yoongi’s face as he plays. Yoongi’s so attractive. You’ve never felt like this before. Sure, you’d had relationships in the past, but you’ve never felt so affected.

After you complete Yoongi’s last example, he turns to face you once more. “See? I told you it wasn’t that bad. You’re doing really well.” He praises.

“T-thanks. I guess I just have a hard time focusing in class.”

“Ah, yeah. Professor Yu can be pretty boring. I definitely slept through his class a few times.” Yoongi chuckles.

“He’s so monotonous.” You agree.

“It’s only when he teaches.” Yoongi points out. “In his office, he’s completely normal.”

“Really?”

“It’s like when he gets up in front of everyone, someone flips the robot switch in his brain.” Yoongi jokes, making you laugh. “Wow.” Yoongi suddenly gasps.

“What?”

“Nothing I just, I think that’s the first time you’ve smiled since you walked in here.”

“O-oh.” You blush, looking down at your lap again.

“I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.” He quickly moves to assure you. “You just… you have a pretty smile. You should do it more.” He states. You swear you can see a slight pink tinge in his cheeks, and before you realize what you’re doing, you lean forward and kiss him. You quickly pull back as you come to your senses, not staying long enough to really appreciate the sensation, unable to believe that you just did that, as Yoongi stares at you wide-eyed.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You burst, taking in his shocked expression. “Y-Yoongi I didn’t mean- I just- I wasn’t-” Your words are cut off as Yoongi presses his mouth back to yours.

This time, it’s your turn to be shocked as Yoongi's hands come up to cup your cheeks, but you soon relax, melting against Yoongi as his lips caress your own; they’re soft and you can’t help it as your hands grip his shirt, delighting in the feeling.

When you pull away this time, you’re silent as your arms fall back down into your lap, unsure what you should say, if anything. You glance up at Yoongi to see him staring at you and you quickly look back at the floor, your face hot, until you feel Yoongi’s hand guiding you back up to meet his gaze, his thumb lightly brushing over your cheek.

“Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way,” He starts. “Can you maybe relax a little? Just looking at you was stressing me out.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry. I was just nervous I guess.” You admit.

“I could tell.” He smirks. “Am I really that intimidating?”

“You’re not intimidating, I just… have a hard time… focusing around you…” You mumble the last part.

“You’re so cute.” He smirks at you and you try to look away, but he holds your chin firmly in place. “You think I haven’t noticed you staring at me during your lectures?”

“Was it really that obvious?”

“Yeah, but it was a good thing.”

“Why’s that?” You inquire.

Yoongi leans forward and presses his forehead against yours.“Because then I knew for sure that you liked me too. I was planning on confessing to you tonight, but you beat me to it.”

You give him a small smile. “I‘m glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did too. The longer we sat here, the less courage I had.” He lets his hand slide from your chin to wrap around the back of your neck. “But now, I have to ask.” His lips brush against yours as he speaks. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Really?”

He chuckles. “Really.”

“Y-yes, I… Yes.”

“Good. Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first day of class. All I want to do is kiss you.”

And that's all you do for the rest of the night, and dear lord do his lips feel good, but unfortunately the piano bench gets the best of you and you decide to leave before you get any more sore, your stomach in excited knots the whole way home.

You're at Yoongi's apartment almost every day after that, listening to him play the piano as you work on your homework, with him occasionally stopping to help you with a tricky problem. About a week after your first encounter, you're sitting on the bench again, watching Yoongi's fingers as they dance over the keys, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Wow.” You whisper, mesmerized by his hands.

“What?”

“Nothing. You're just even more handsome when you play.”

He giggles. “You're not even looking at my face.”

“I don't have to. I just know.”

“Well you know what I know?” He asks.

“What?”

“Your lips look so good right now.”

“Oh yeah?” You blush lightly.

“Mhm. I've been staring at them the whole time.”

“And what do you want to do with them?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Kiss them.” He practically growls. “All night long.”

You lean forward to do as he wishes, but Yoongi pulls back smirking as he stands, tugging you along with him before pushing you down on the couch. He quickly climbs on top of you and leans down to press a sweet kiss to both of your cheeks, before connecting his lips to yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, grabbing hold of his hair to pull him closer. The kiss is deep, Yoongi’s tongue prods at your mouth and you quickly allow him access, his warm muscle sliding between your lips to tangle with your own. The two of you make out lazily on the couch like you have several times in the last week, but soon you can feel something different; Yoongi’s hand moves from its position on your waist and begins to slowly slide up your side underneath your shirt.

“Y-Yoongi…” You gasp, breaking away from him.

Yoongi’s head immediately shoots up. “I’m sorry. Is this… Is it okay?”

“Um, I… Uh…” You panic, not knowing what you should say. Should you tell him? Will he judge you?

“Hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’d be perfectly happy just kissing you all night.” He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips to prove his point. “You know you have the sweetest lips.”

“I’m sorry…” You trail off, still unsure of what to say.

“Is it something you want to talk about?”

“I just… I’m- I’ve never um… You know…”

Yoongi looks at you confused for a moment before realization spreads across his face. “Oh, I didn’t… So, you’ve never had sex?”

“N-no…” You admit, avoiding his gaze.

“Have you ever, you know… Touched yourself?”

“Yeah, b-but just on the outside. I've n-never like… fingered myself or anything.”

“Ah, alright. That’s okay baby.” Yoongi kisses your cheek again.

“Really?”

“Yeah, like I said, we don’t have to do anything, okay? I want you to be comfortable.”

“Okay. T-thanks.”

“Of course baby.”

That was five months ago. You and Yoongi have been happily dating ever since, never going farther than you’re comfortable with, which to be honest, wasn’t very far. You had let him grab your chest once, but it was over your clothes, and you got so nervous he wouldn’t like what he felt that you made him stop.

You really enjoyed spending time with Yoongi though, and you could definitely feel yourself falling for him. Your favorite moments were when you sprawled out on his couch, listening to him play the piano. You loved watching his face as he got lost in the music.

“Y/N.” Yoongi chides, snapping you out of your trance.

“Hm?”

“You’re staring babe.”

“What? No, I’m thinking.”

“Okay well, you’re thinking in my direction.” He states. You squint at him, and he returns the look with added sass. “You should be thinking in the direction of your books.”

“Yeah, well you should be thinking in the direction of your computer instead of looking at me.” You retort.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at you. “I don’t have to look. I can feel you staring.”

“Fine.” You huff, turning back to your books. “I’ll just-” Your words are cut off by a bright flash of light, followed directly by the loudest clap of thunder you’ve ever heard, and then, the power goes out. “Yoongi?” You call into the darkness, slightly frightened.

“I’m right here babe.” He answers. You hear him get up and then you see a light illuminating his face before his phone’s flashlight turns on. “Are you okay?” He asks, walking over to the bed.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay.”

“Damn, even the street light’s out.” He observes. “The lightning must’ve hit the power lines or something.”

You grab your phone and turn on your own flashlight. “What do we do? Our phones won’t last forever.”

“Hm.” He pauses. “I think I have some candles somewhere.”

“Okay.” You get up to help him search, but he stops you.

“No no. You stay here. I don’t want you tripping over anything.”

“But-”

“Stay.”

You cross your arms and sit back down on his bed. “Fine. But hurry.”

He nods and then disappears into the darkness of his apartment. You can hear him fumbling around as he searches for the candles. At one point you hear a loud crash.

“Yoongs?” You call.

“I’m fine!” You hear his muffled response. A few minutes later, you see his light return and he walks back into the room, holding candles in his arms. He places three on his desk and two more on his nightstand.

“Why do you have so many candles?” You ask as he strikes a match and begins to light them.

“My mom always brings them over as a gift.” He explains. “This isn’t even half of them, but thankfully only one of them is scented.” The soft glow of the flames dances across his face as he finishes lighting them, and then a soft vanilla fragrance spreads through the room.

“Smells good.”

“It’s like cookie something I think? I don't know.” He shrugs, blowing out the match before walking back over to you. “Can you still read?”

You pick up one of your textbooks and squint at the pages, the low light making it extremely difficult to make out the examples. “Not really.”

“Alright. I guess we’ll take a break until the power comes back on.” He grabs the book from your hand and closes it, placing it on the floor.

“Thank god.” You whisper, grabbing the rest of your stuff and putting it on the floor as well to make room for your boyfriend.

Yoongi crawls onto the bed next to you, lays down, and immediately wraps you in his arms, pulling you down with him. You gratefully snuggle up in his embrace, watching as the dim light illuminates his sharp features. For some reason, the incandescence of the candles makes him look even more handsome than usual, and you find yourself reaching up to caress his cheek. He turns to face you, his eyes curious as you lean closer. You press your lips to his and you can feel him smirk as you pull back.

“So this is how you want to pass the time?” He chuckles, pulling you closer.

You can’t formulate a sentence, suddenly nervous as you drop your hand back down. “I mean, we don’t-”

Yoongi cuts you off with a laugh. “Come here.” He whispers, his own hand coming up to grab your hair as he leans back down, connecting his mouth to yours.

Every time you kiss Yoongi it feels even better than the last, and you can’t help but sigh into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of his body pressed so close to yours. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to prod at your mouth, begging for access, which you eagerly grant. As your tongues tangle, a strange feeling starts to well up in the pit of your stomach, a dull burning sensation, like someone lit a candle within you, and suddenly you feel yourself desperate for his touch.

You grab the hand laced in your hair and slide it down your body, planting it firmly on your waist where your shirt has slid up slightly, before reaching your own hand up and taking hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, trying to get him as close as you can. You moan into his mouth and he squeezes your waist tightly as he breaks the kiss.

“A-are you okay?” He asks, a bit shocked, as he’s never heard you make such a noise before.

“Don’t stop.” You whine, pulling him back to you.

You reconnect, sloppily this time, and you can feel Yoongi’s breathing pick up as he rolls you onto your back, quickly climbing on top of you. He trails his kisses downward, first to your jaw, making you gasp, and then down your neck. You tighten your grip on his hair and he begins to suck lightly on the sensitive skin, causing a soft moan to leave your mouth. He growls at your sound and then bites down on your collarbone, eliciting a louder cry, this time, of his name.

“Y-Yoongi…” You whimper.

He quickly pulls back, staring down at you, his breathing uneven. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“N-no.” You cut him off. “It felt… It felt good.” You stammer, your cheeks flushing.

“Alright.” He breathes out. “Just… tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

“Okay.” You nod shyly, and then his mouth is back on your neck.

He licks and nips up and down, from your jaw, to your shoulder, making you moan lightly as he marks you up; sucking particularly hard on the spot just below your ear. It feels amazing, and the burn in your abdomen blossoms into a full blown fire as you start to rub your thighs together, trying to sate the hunger that’s building.

The hand that sits on your waist begins to tentatively wander up your side under your shirt, stopping every few inches as Yoongi waits for you to push him away, but you don’t. His mouth finds yours again as his hands rests on top of your breast; he squeezes gently and you gasp into his mouth.

“God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sounds you make.” Yoongi mumbles as he travels to the untouched side of your neck, biting down gently as he squeezes your breast again. “They’re even sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-shut up.” You whine against Yoongi’s shoulder before licking a stripe up his neck.

He groans, a low rumble sounding in his chest as he sits back, his hand slipping out from under your shirt to grab at the hem with both hands. “Can I take this off?” He asks.

You hesitate, afraid that he won’t like what he sees when it’s removed. “U-um…”

“If you don’t want to baby, it’s okay.” He assures you, putting the fabric back in place.

“I-I want to, I just…” You bite your lip, nervous about voicing your insecurities.

“Talk to me jagiya.” He coos, cupping your face with both hands.

You relax a bit, comforted by his touch. “I just… I feel like you won’t like what you see…”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He tilts his head, confused.

“Because I don’t.” You admit. “I have these scars f-from my surgery last year, a-and-”

“Y/N,” He whispers softly, cutting you off. “You know that I love every single part of you, right?”

Your eyes snap up to his. Did he just say ‘love’? “R-really?”

“Of course.” He assures you, seemingly unaware of his slip of the tongue. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He kisses you softly before resting his forehead against yours.

“Y-you first.” You mumble, tugging at his shirt. He smiles softly, sitting back as he pulls the fabric off over his head. You stare at his toned body, admiring the way the light reflects of his pearlescent skin.

“Are you just going to stare all night?”

You meet his smirking gaze as you sit up. “Maybe.” You rest your hands on his waist and lean forward, brushing your lips against his abdomen. Yoongi cups your face in his hands before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips as his hands mimic yours, making their way to your own waist and gently tugging at the fabric.

“Can I?” He mutters. You nod. Yoongi stares at you a moment longer, double checking to make sure it’s okay, before he pulls your shirt up over your head, tossing it to the side as he leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder, not looking at you yet.

“What about this?” He asks tentatively, playing with your bra strap.

“Y-yes…” You mutter into his hair.

Yoongi’s hands slide from your waist around to your back before you feel his fingers pulling at the clasp of your bra, skillfully unhooking it as he presses soft pecks to your shoulder. Your bra straps fall down and you feel the lace being pulled off your chest. Yoongi places on last kiss beneath your ear before sitting back, taking your bra with him and depositing it on the floor as his eyes rake over your naked torso.

“How are you so perfect?” He whispers, pushing you back down to the bed and latching his lips to your collarbone as his hands find their way to your chest. He squishes your breasts together before lightly pinching your nipples.

“Y-Yoongi.” You whine, half from embarrassment, half from pleasure. His mouth makes its way down your chest before he places soft kisses on the tops of your breasts.

“Is this okay?” He asks, his fingers tracing circles around the pert buds, his mouth lingering over one of them.

“Uh huh.” You gasp, not able to properly form words.

His tongue flicks out, lightly brushing over your skin before he takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it gently and you arch your back into him with a moan, loving the new sensation.

Yoongi’s hand slides down your side as he settles himself between your legs, tracing along the outside of your thigh before hooking his hand under your knee and lifting it to wrap around his waist. His mouth kisses across to your untouched breast and repeats the sucklling motions, flicking his tongue against the bud as he pulls it into his mouth. He kisses along your stomach, paying special attention to your scars before his mouth finds its way back up to your lips. He presses his hips against you ever so lightly, but hard enough that you can feel his erection has hardened in his pants.

You whimper into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue, relishing in the small dose of friction his movements grant you, temporarily dousing the flame that rolls in your stomach. Your hips buck upward of their own accord, harshly bumping against Yoongi’s cock and he groans lowly into your mouth, smacking his hips against you before immediately pulling back.

“S-shit, I’m sorry babe I-”

“It’s okay.” You reach up and pull him down for a gentle kiss. “I-it feels good.”

“Yeah?” He intentionally grinds his hips against you this time, slower and harder than before, causing you to whine.

“Yoongi, I-I… I want you.”

Yoongi looks down at you in shock. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You breathe.

“Fuck, babe I-”

“Please?” You use the leg wrapped around your waist to pull him closer. He stares down at you intently, questioning, and you give him one final nod. “Please.” You repeat.

“Okay.” He whispers, pecking your lips lightly. “But don’t be afraid to tell me to stop.”

“I won’t.” You offer him a small smile as he kisses you again. He pulls back and you can see the telltale tenting of his erection in his sweatpants. “Do you want me to…” You trail off, reaching for his cock.

“N-no.” He stops your hands. “If you do, I can almost guarantee that I won’t last very long.” He chuckles, his hands finding the waistband of your shorts. “But I um, I do wanna go down on you. I need to make sure that you’re wet enough for me.”

“O-okay.” You blush as he meets your gaze again, making sure it’s okay with you before he carefully tugs at your shorts, pulling them down your legs with your panties, and putting them with the rest of your clothes somewhere on the ground.

Yoongi’s hands slide down your thighs until he gets to your knees, gently spreading them apart as you whimper, embarrassed that he’s seeing all of you for the first time. He gasps in awe at the sight of you as he lays down on his stomach between your legs.

“Y/N… You’re so pretty.” He whispers. You squirm as you feel his breath ghost across your core and his hands slide under your thighs, wrapping around them and resting just above your center as he scoots closer. “How are you so wet baby?” He asks, his fingers sneaking down to spread you open for him.

“Yoongi…” You whine, flushing bright red.

“This uh, this might feel a little weird at first, alright?” He checks with you one last time before burying his head between your thighs. He’s right, it does feel a bit strange as his tongue probes at your folds, and you squirm beneath him, but when he flicks it against your clit, you can’t help but moan out from the pleasure, your hands automatically reaching down to tangle in his hair.

“F-fuck, Yoongi…” You gasp. You can feel Yoongi smile at the effect he has on you as his tongue continues it’s assault on your core. He pulls you closer and angles your hips up so he can slip the wet muscle into your entrance, causing you to buck your hips up into his face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling back enough for you to see your juices dripping down his chin. You groan at the sight as you release your grip on him.

“I want m-more…” You whisper.

“Okay baby. I’m going to try and put a finger in, is that okay?”

“Y-yes, please.” You beg. Yoongi nods and unwraps one of his arms from around your thighs and starts tracing lightly over your folds. His fingers slide down until they reach your entrance, slowly circling around it before the tip of his index finger dips inside. You gasp as his finger finds its way deeper into you, never having had anything inside you before, you’re not sure how to feel. It feels weird, but it doesn’t feel bad.

“H-how’s that?” Yoongi asks, his breathing suddenly heavier as he begins pumping his finger in and out of you.

“It’s… It’s okay.”

“Do you think I can try another one?”

“S-sure.” You nod and Yoongi flicks his tongue against your clit, eliciting a soft moan from the back of your throat as he pulls his finger out to line another one up with you. He repeats the process, gently coating himself in your wetness before tentatively pushing against your entrance, but now, he uses two fingers. This time, you can feel the slight stretch, and a gasp leaves your mouth at the slight discomfort you feel.

“You okay?” Yoongi asks, his head shooting up and his fingers stilling at your pained noise. You can’t form a coherent thought, and only manage a slight nod as the discomfort fades. Yoongi pauses for a moment longer before continuing to push his fingers in.  A soft groan leaves your mouth as he begins slowly thrusting them into you. It feels… good. Really good, but something’s missing.

You lace your fingers back in Yoongi’s hair, stopping him from staring at you as you pull his face back toward your center, desperate for his tongue. You hear him chuckle softly as he delves back between your thighs, happily wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking lightly on the bundle of nerves.

“F-fuck…” You breathe, relishing in the sensation. Yoongi hooks his fingers forward inside you as he sucks harder, and your grip on his scalp tightens. You feel the fire inside you building, roaring into a full blown blaze as Yoongi works you into a panting frenzy. He groans against you, sending vibrations through your body as your back arches off the bed. “Yoongi…” You whisper in warning, your orgasm looming incredibly close.

Yoongi understands instantly, giving you one last slow lick up your slit before pulling his fingers out of you and sitting up, a wet patch of precum now evident on his sweats. You immediately miss the sensation of him between your legs and whine. He wipes your juices off his chin before leaning back down and pressing soft kisses all along your jaw.

“If you want, I can go back down there and finish. I'll make you cum and I’ll stop after that.” He mumbles into your neck. “Or we can keep going. It’s up to you baby girl.” He grazes his teeth along your collarbone and you can’t help but whimper.

You pause for a moment to think, letting Yoongi ravish your neck as you do. You really want to orgasm as soon as possible, but you’ve come this far already, and you trust Yoongi. You want to have sex with him. You know he’ll treat you right, and you’re finally ready.

“Yoongi…” He sits back to meet your gaze and you reach up to cup his face. “I want… I want to keep going. I want you.” You brush your thumb across his cheek and he smiles down at you, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips before sitting back on his heels.

“Stay here for a second.” He orders. You look at him confused as he gets off the bed, going over to his desk and opening the top drawer. You hear him fumbling around for something before the drawer shuts again, and he returns to the bedside, placing a small foil package on the mattress next to you that you immediately recognize. Your stomach does flips in anticipation as Yoongi slips his sweat pants and boxers down his legs before climbing back onto the bed with you.

You sit up a bit and gasp when you see his erection; it’s unbelievably hard, and a lot bigger than it felt, and you’re suddenly nervous. How the hell is that supposed to fit if even his fingers were a stretch? You watch Yoongi unwrap the condom and carefully roll it down onto his cock with practiced fingers before he scoots forward, leaning back over you to press a passionate kiss to your lips.

“Please don’t be afraid to stop me, okay?” He reminds you. You nod. “It’s going to hurt a little bit at first.”

“I-I’m ready.”

With your permission, Yoongi kisses you one last time before spreading your thighs open. He settles himself between your legs, leaning on one hand which is placed next to your head as his other hand grips his cock and guides it up to your entrance. You feel the tip of his cock rubbing up against your folds, and your body shivers with excitement. With one last glance down at you for confirmation, Yoongi takes a deep breath and pushes his hips forward.

It hurts. Holy shit it hurts. You feel like you’re about to be ripped in half, and a loud cry slips past your lips as your hands grip harshly onto Yoongi’s biceps, your nails digging into his skin, but you don’t tell him to stop. As Yoongi continues to push into you, the pain deepens and you bite your lip, stifling the whines forming in the back of your throat until it becomes too much.

“W-wait. Wait, please.” You beg, tears pricking at your eyes.

Yoongi stills instantly, his eyes snapping up to yours. “What’s wrong, are you okay?” He asks, panicked.

“I-I, fuck, it’s too big.” You whimper. “Yoongi, it hurts.”

“I know baby, I know.” He starts pressing soft kisses all over your face. “I’m so sorry, do… Do you want to stop?” He pants. This is obviously having a stronger effect on him than it is on you.

“N-no, just… ugh, fuck.” Your head falls back on the pillow.

“Are you sure baby?” Yoongi’s concern is evident in his eyes as he watches your expression.

“I’m s-sure. J-just go slow.”

“Okay.” Yoongi pushes forward again, as slow as humanly possible, it still stings, but the slower he goes the less it hurts. After a minute or so, Yoongi finally bottoms out, and you both release the breath you’ve been holding as his entire body comes to a halt. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He gasps, his head falling onto your shoulder. You whimper as your body adjusts to the new, rather large intrusion it’s experiencing at the moment, and Yoongi presses soft kisses to your neck while swearing under his breath.

“Y-Yoongi…” You mumble against his skin when the sharp pain between your thighs fades into a dull ache.

“Yeah baby?”

“I think… I think it’s okay to move.”

“Are you sure?” He pulls back to meet your gaze.

“Mhm.” You nod.

Yoongi hesistanly pulls his hips back, sliding out of you as you bite down on your bottom lip, stopping the cries that threaten to escape. The pain has lessened significantly, but there’s definitely still a burn there, and you tighten your grip on Yoongi’s biceps as he pushes back in as slow as he can; once, twice, three times before the pain starts to fade into something bordering on pleasure, but it's not until Yoongi snaps his hips into you that it suddenly feels not so terrible, and a groan comes from the back of your throat.

Yoongi pulls back to look down at you, making sure that he heard you right. “Is that- Does it feel better?” He pants.

“Y-yes.”

“Can I-”

“Go f-faster. Please…” You beg. Yoongi nods, locking your lips together as his hips pick up the pace. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring it in its entirety before biting down on your lip, causing you to whimper into his mouth. Yoongi drops his head down to the crook of your neck, placing light bites all along your shoulder as he grinds his hips into you, grunting against your skin as pleasure finally takes hold of you.

With every lewd smack of Yoongi’s body against yours, the feeling intensifies. You didn’t expect it to be this strong, but you can’t help the moans that are now shamelessly slipping past your lips as Yoongi growls and curses in your ear.

Suddenly Yoongi angles his hips differently and slams right into your sweet spot, making you cry out as you wrap your arms and legs around his body, burying your face in his neck as you tug on his hair.

“F-fuck.” Yoongi groans. “You’re clenching on me so hard baby, does it feel good now?”

“Yes…” You gasp. “R-right there, Yoongi, fuck.”

“Here?” Yoongi thrusts into you again, but misses your g-spot by just a hair.

“N-no.” You pant. “A little, hnng, a little h-higher.” Yoongi adjusts before pushing into you again, this time, right on the money, causing you to throw your head back. “Fuck, yes!”

“Shit.” Yoongi grits through his teeth, repeating the motion as you wrap your arms around him tighter, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. “F-fuck, baby. I’m not going to last much longer.” He whimpers.

“N-no, Yoongi please, not yet.” You whine. “P-please I… Please.”

“I’m- fuck, I’ll try baby.” He grunts, suddenly picking up the pace as he starts slamming into you, your pleasure increasing tenfold with each smack of his hips as you feel your orgasm slowly creeping up on you. Even in the dim lighting, you can see the concentration etched on Yoongi’s features as he tries to hold back his orgasm; his eyes are scrunched together, his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead, his breathing uneven, his chest heaving with the effort it’s taking him not to cum. “Damnit,” He groans. “I-I’m sorry, shit, Y/N, I can’t hold it anymore.” He pants.

“Yoongi, please I’m so close.”

“I can’t. I’m- fuck, I’m sorry.” He mumbles and with one last thrust, his hips falter as his orgasm hits him, moaning lowly in your ear. He fills you to the hilt and grind his hips against you, drawing out his orgasm the best he can. You whimper beneath him, your own release so close and yet so far. When he’s done, Yoongi sits up enough to kiss you passionately before whispering to you. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll get you there.”

You watch as he sits back on his heels, grabbing your waist with both hands before he starts pounding into you again.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out, not having expected him to do this. He smirks down at your surprised expression before furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. The overstimulation must be killing him, but he’s determined to bring you to your high. After a minute, he licks his thumb before placing his hand between your bodies and placing the wet digit directly against your clit. Your back arches off the bed with the added stimulation and it’s not longer after that that you come undone.

“I’m… I’m gonna… F-fuck, I’m- Ah! Yoongi!” You cry his name as your orgasm crashes into you, your entire body quivering beneath him as Yoongi winces, a loud groan slipping out of him as he crumbles on top of you, the clenching of your core around his sensitive cock obviously too much for him to handle.

You both lie there panting as you come down from your highs, Yoongi pressing soft kisses all over your face until your breathing returns to normal and he sits up. He very carefully pulls out of you, slowing when you wince, but eventually removing himself from inside your body. He sits back and climbs off the bed, tying off the condom and depositing it in the trashcan before cleaning himself off with some tissues.

He slips his sweatpants back on and grabs a few more tissues before returning to your side and spreading your legs. You look away, embarrassed as he cleans off the juices that have dripped down your inner thighs. He tosses the tissues before handing you your panties and his t-shirt. He helps you redress before slipping back into the bed, pulling the covers up over you both and wrapping you tightly in his arms.

“Are you okay baby?” He whispers, his hand coming up to cup your face.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You smile at him before nuzzling into his chest.

“Okay. You might be a little sore tomorrow, but I’ll run you a bath, that should help.”

“Mhm.” You mumble, suddenly sleepy. “Hey, Yoongi?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Thank you. For, you know, going slow and stuff.”

“Of course jagiya. I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad?”

“Actually I um… It f-felt good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Especially when you um… when you went… when you used your uh, mouth…” You admit.

“You liked when I went down on you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Y-yeah.”

“Good.” Yoongi presses a kiss to your forehead. “Because I liked it too.” You let out a small whimper and Yoongi chuckles, pulling you closer. “Somehow you’re even prettier when you get all worked up like that. I almost came on the spot when you moaned my name the first time.”

“Yoongi.” You whine, thankful for the cover of darkness that hides your blush.

Yoongi simply laughs. “Get some sleep beautiful.” He mutters into your hair. “I love you.”

“Y-you do?” You ask, startling Yoongi as your head shoots up to look at him.

He nods. “I love you so much jagi.” He runs his thumb across your cheek and you can’t help but lean into his touch.

“I love you too Yoongi.” You lean down and press your lips to his, sealing your confession before resting your head on his chest. Yoongi’s hands lightly run along your back, soothing you and quickly relaxing you into a blissful sleep.

[spider-gwenmaxstacy]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

name: Kaliya (Yay, a name reveal!)

nickname: A good portion of my friends have referred to me as Kitty. (It started in 7th or 8th grade, I believe.)

faceclaim: Oh, gosh. Y’know? I’ve never thought of myself as being worthy of a face claim... I mean, I have my own face, right? However, I guess I’d choose Carey Mulligan ? I think she’s the bee’s knees and I guess I can see it if I squint my eyes and pray for a miracle! Lol : )

pronouns: she/her

height:  5’2.5″

birthday:  September 23

aesthetic: Ooh! Now here’s a fun AND difficult question. The truth of it is, I love too many. However, here are three I enjoy a great deal and the vibes they give off: Ethereal (angelic, fantasy, beauty), Cottagecore (soft, woodsy, friendly), and Vintage (nostalgia, warm, delicate)

last song you listened to: Portland, Maine by Donovan Woods. It's lovely!

getting  to  know  the  account

favorite muse(s) you’ve written: It's like choosing a favorite child!! I've written so many muses over the course of the past 8 years, good god... let me think.

I think Toshiko Sato was my favorite muse to write, but that’s probably due to the nostalgia factor. Tosh was the first muse I ever roleplayed on Tumblr. Unfortunately, most of the Torchwood fandom has left and it’s barely hanging on. So, for nostalgia’s sake and for the good memories I have roleplaying good ol’ Tosh, she is one of my very favorite muses.

As for present day muses I write often, I’d say it’s a tie between Lydia & Gwen. 

Lydia has such an expressive personality! I love getting to play around with her sense of self-righteousness and vanity, while also getting to expose a bit of the softer, insecurities she has. I love the way it feels to write her and I always feel exhilarated after writing a decent Lydia reply. : )

Gwen, however, is just as fun! I love playing around with the fact that she has superpowers and seeing how that can effect even mundane situations. Seeing how her thoughts change based on her trust with another muse. Who she’ll let in on the secret of who she really is. Who she’ll have to struggle to keep secrets with. I love her dynamics with other muses! I love the balance I have between angst and soft-as-fuck threads rn! 

So, um, basically... I just love all of my muses a lot and this was way too hard to narrow down. So! It had to be three. OOP.

what inspired you to take on this muse: I’ve always felt that Gwen Stacy has gotten the short end of the stick. Stan Lee loved her and originally wanted her to end up as Peter’s love interest, but when he was away... they killed her off. Her death is one of the only real permanent deaths I can think of when it comes to Marvel. Everyone else has sort of just come back in one way or another. Anyways! So, comic-wise... she was mostly gone. 

Then, if we move on over to the movies (apart from Spider-Verse, we’ll get there lol), we notice that Gwen Stacy still gets the short end of the stick. In the movies,Gwen Stacy is used only as a plot device. She is either used as a way for Mary Jane to get jealous (by using Gwen as ‘the other woman’) or it’s just a way for them to show the depth of Spider-Man’s character...by (you guessed it) killing her off... again. Yippee...

So, why do I care so much for Gwen? She’s intelligent! She’s passionate! She’s a wonderful character! Hell, I grew up wanting to play her one day. (I also, um, cosplay her in my spare time but uhhhhh anyways!!) So, I thought... Hey! I love to write, couldn’t I just??? Role-play Gwen???? But before I had the chance, she had suddenly made a cameo in Spider-Verse and damn was I nervous. I left the theatre feeling like there was finally a place where Gwen mattered to Marvel in a way that wasn’t superficial and I loved it. I had read a bit of the comic, but seeing as there was also Gwenpool and all of this sudden surge in Gwen Stacy’s importance, I had worried it was just a cash grab, so my hopes weren’t up!

So, um, to put it simply: What inspired me to take on this muse was my immense love for the character and the feeling of heartache I get when I see how absolutely left out her character is.

what are your favourite aspects of your current muse(s): Oh, god, that’s difficult! Probably her passion and her curiosity. She loves people, but is too over-analytical when it comes to her concerns, since she’s worried she’ll put them in danger somehow. In most threads, she’s already lost Peter. Her love for others and feelings of isolation make her a fun muse, but it also makes it a bit lonely to write her at times. So, um, basically everything... I guess?

what’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: The people I write with, writing songs & poetry, and music inspire me most. I also have a little server with @kanima-claws that constantly inspires me to write more and get out of my head. I’m really blessed to have a best friend who can support my passions and reminds me that I’m good enough. : ) 

favourite types of threads: I’m a sucker for the softer stuff, but I also adore angst. What can I say? I’m predictable. I write what I like. ; )

biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: I’m busy! I’m in school, currently, and I also have a few responsibilities IRL! I have a whole music-thing going on right now that I’m working on and I‘m just really trying to balance everything, while also maintaining a decent social life, a good night’s sleep, and good replies. I love writing SO much, but I always worry I’ll disappoint people if I take a little more time to reply to a certain thread. :”) It be like that sometimes.

Tagged by : @ohdeer-malia, my very best friend!

Tagging : Everyone, of course! However, I would especially like to see this done by . . . @stilesstylelinski @badassxqueens @runswithwolvesx @blackcowledbat 

[lgbt-kpopimagines]

I’m proud to be me (BTS’ Jeon Jungkook x bisexual!reader)

A/N: As I found both requests similar, I decided to merge them into one scenario with a gender neutral reader, as the first one didn’t indicate a specific gender. Also, the first request asked for an “imagine” but clearly meant a scenario in the further specifications so i went for that one.

Rating: G

Written by Admin N

„Do you remember how nervous I was when I told you I was bi?“ I turned my head in Jungkook‘s lap and looked up at his face.

„Yeah, babe, I do. What‘s about it?“ He was still focusing on the news we were watching.

I hesitated.

„Uhm, we‘ve been together for a year already… I feel the need to come out to the guys, but I‘m super nervous about it.“

My boyfriend lowered the volume of the TV and finally looked down at me. With a smile, Jungkook prodded my nose with his finger.

„Don‘t worry about that Y/N. You don‘t need to tell them if you‘re not ready. But actually, I think that telling them wouldn‘t change a thing. They‘d be cool about it.“

„You think so, honey?“ I pouted, still wondering what faces they‘d make if I told them I had had a girlfriend before I started dating Jungkook. That I liked both, guys and gals.

I was watching the band train their newest choreography while lazing about the small, worn out sofa which Jungkook and Hoseok had carried into the practice room when my visits there had become more frequent.

„So you don‘t have to sit on the floor for the whole time ‘til I‘m done with practice, Y/N.“ Jungkook had told me with a kiss on my forehead.

So now the music stopped and the guys gathered near the sofa to take a break, so I dropped my phone and sat up properly, to make some space for the others. Jungkook immediately sat down next to me and took my hand. Yoongi dropped down next to him.

„Alright everybody, now listen to me!“ the rapper said loudly and the chatter of the rest of us died down. Jin lowered his waterbottle. Taehyung stopped trying to tie Namjoon‘s shoelaces together.

Apparently, Yoongi had an announcement to make. All eyes settled on him and he took a deep breath. Then he leaned forward and looked everyone of us in the eye for a brief moment. It made the rest of us lean closer as well in anticipation. I caught a glimpse of Namjoon‘s grin and Jimin‘s risen eyebrows. What was going to happen? Some seemed to have an idea, others looked as clueless as I felt.

„I...“ A brief moment of insecurity flashed up in Yoongi‘s eyes but he continued: „I‘m pansexual. I know, maybe it‘s not a big surprise for you guys as I‘ve never made a real secret out of it. It means I feel attracted to people regardless of their gender.“ He added in Jungkook‘s direction and my boyfriend blew up his cheeks in slight frustration about being treated as if he was the most likely one in need of a definition.

„Yeah, we kind of always figured.“, Namjoon said.

„But we support your official coming out, Yoongi-hyung.“, Jin added.

„I want to go to Pride.“, Yoongi explained. „Not only tell you guys, but, you know, be more public about it. I‘m not going to hide. I want a flag and walk with a group at the Seoul Pride Parade next year.“

I felt a small wave of envy, I also wanted to go to Pride. All it would take would be me opening my mouth about my identity. But I felt that this wasn‘t the right moment.

„That‘s such a nice idea!“, Taehyung exclaimed and beamed at Yoongi. „We should order a pan-flag for you! They‘re pink, yellow and blue, right?“ Before Yoongi could say anything, Taehyung added: „And why not order it along with a bisexual flag for Y/N?“ He looked at me excitedly. „If we order more, maybe we can get a disc-“

I stared at him as if he had just poured at bucket of cold water over my head. Had he just outed me? In front of everyone? How the hell did he actually know??

I realized everyone else was staring at Taehyung as well. That‘s why he had interrupted himself. Taehyung looked around, the puzzled expression in his face slowly transitioning to discomfort.

It was silent. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Yoongi cover his face with his hand.

„I, uhm“ I stuttered but didn‘t know what to say.

Jimin sighed. Jin and Namjoon rolled their eyes.

„Taehyungie, now you slipped our secret.“ Hoseok said into the silence. „You took Y/N‘s chance to come out at own will.“

My eyes grew wide in disbelief. Them all staring at Taehyung was not out of surprise about him claiming I was bisexual but they were actually frowning upon him because he had made clear they all already knew about it.

„Wait, guys, you all knew I‘m bi?“

By now, Taehyung was the one looking like someone at dropped ice cold water onto him.

„Oh shit!“ He jumped up. „I‘m so, so sorry Y/N! I wasn‘t paying attention for a second! I-“ He turned to Yoongi as if he was looking for help. „I just got excited about Yoongi finally coming out and thought you both could go to Pride together. So I forgot you had never told us officially...“ Contritedly, he sat back down. Jimin crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

„Kookie, baby, did you-?“, I asked but my boyfriend shook his head.

„I didn‘t tell them anything.“

I looked at the others, confused.

„How-?“

„Do you remember when you gave me your phone when we prepared the photo slideshow for Kookie‘s birthday?“ Jin said. „We all prepared the photos together, and we accidentally found the photos of your ex-girlfriend.“

„Aaaaahhhh-!“ I hit my forehead with my palm. I had completely forgotten about those photos.

„You guys dug really deep into my phone then.“ I glanced at Jin tauntingly.

Jungkook playfully blew some air into my ear.

„They even asked me very diplomatically whether I knew about your former partners. I told them that I knew everything and that there were no secrets between us.“

„We decided to say nothing and wait for your coming-out.“ Taehyung added.

„What you just ruined.“ Yoongi pursed his lips at him.

„Gosh I‘m actually just glad you‘are all okay with it!“ I exclaimed. „But you could‘ve saved me a lot of worrying about coming out to you.“ I laughed.

Jungkook hugged me and laid his chin on my shoulder.

„I told you they‘d be okay, honey.“

[juminsmysticmc]

What about RFA who see MC taking bullet on them to protect little random kid? Sorry for bad english!

RFA with a MC who takes a bullet to save a random kid

Wha! I love this idea! It’s so angsty but lovely at the same time 😍 I hope you like it! Ah, I wanted a happy end! I hope you’re fine with it! And your english is perfect ^^

Jumin

It was a beautiful day, the weather was perfect. 

Still, he couldn’t understand how something like this could happen to you. 

He had so many bodyguards, who got fired now. 

You were taking a walk that day and stopped at a park. 

You looked at the little children who were playing and enjoying themselves. 

,,Some day we will have children on our own, Jumin. We have to make sure they will be happy like these children. And save.“ you smiled at him. 

With a nod he agreed to you ,,Of course. I will make sure everyone dear to me is save.“ he laughed and kissed you. 

,,I will buy something to drink, wait here!“ 

,,My love, we can tell a bodyguard to do this.“ 

,,No! I will buy it myself. You have to read japanese Comics, love. That’s romantic.“ and with that you left. 

Someone tipped his shoulder and he thought you forgot money but he felt something hard at his back. It wasn’t you. 

,,If you do something these little children will be horrified for the rest of their life.“ 

,,What do you want.“ Jumin stayed calm. He thanked god that you went to buy some drinks. 

But he was awfully wrong to thank god right now. 

Because a boy approached the men. 

The culprit got nervous and grabbed the boy, screaming for money. Everything was silent. 

,,Let the boy go. I will give you your money.“ 

,,DON‘T PLAY WITH ME!“ the man was about to kill the boy and the bodyguards wanted to do something but they were too late. 

Something rushed at their side, grabbed the boy and caught the bullet. 

Jumin thought the mother saved her son but he saw the face of the young woman. 

She looked at him, with blood leaving the wound. 

,,You’re fine, Jumin. That’s romantic too, like shojou Mangas. I love you, you know-“ 

A bit later you were laying in a bed in a white room. 

Jumin was on your right, he was holding your hand and crying. 

,,The parents are grateful to you. You should have stayed save too. I have bodyguards for this, you know, my love?“ 

,,If the boy- It isn’t your fault but I knew you would feel bad if the boy would get hurt.“ 

,,You know me so well. Sleep now, Mc.“ 

Zen

Even the RFA was powerless for Zen who was near your hospital bed, crying while he hold your hand. 

He repeated your last words over and over again, his flashbacks were almost killing him. 

You were at the studio, you were so proud of him for his last performance. 

,,I could do this because you were looking over me~“ he flirted. 

,,Nice, Zen. Come, we should head back!“ you laughed. 

But then you heard a bang and he instinctively hide you behind him. 

You were afraid and saw a man with a gun. 

The bullet was shot in the wall and he was screaming. 

Then he pointed the gun on a little girl which was there for rehearsal

,,Babe, let’s go away, we should call the cops.“ he wanted to drag you along but in the next moment the man shot at the girl and you were running in her direction. 

It caught you. 

Zen saw everything in a slow motion, his world was about to break down. 

He wanted to die. 

You laid there at the floor and the girl looked at you. 

Her scream brought him back to reality. 

He rushed to you and noticed blood at your stomach. 

,,You did a nice job today…I love you so much…forever. Please keep going without me. I will look from-” you couldn’t say more. 

He screamed and cried, minutes felt like hours. 

You were dying. 

,,Zenny?“ Zen looked up. Your eyes were still closed but he heard you. The crying RFA stopped breathing 

,,I know you’re Zenny, I can feel your warmth. Or am I dead? Is this a illusion?“

,,No babe, this isn’t an illusion.“ he assured. He stroked your hand. 

,,You’re alive. You’re here.“

It took you a while to be back to normal because of the trauma but you weren’t alone. 

Yoosung 

,,Hello, Yoosung!“ you greeted your husband as you entered the building. 

Yoosung was working here as a vet. You loved eating lunch with him and so you brought him his lunch every day. 

But today would be a horrible day. The two of you just didn’t know. 

,,I‘m right there! This little girl is the last patient.“ he said, smiling to the girl who was carrying a little cat. 

You prepared the food in the kitchen but you could hear a shriek and so you rushed to Yoosung. 

Two men were holding a gun. 

,,Money! Give us the money!“ one screamed while the other one was silent. 

The first one looked to Yoosung and told him, to give him the money. 

Yoosung did what the man told him but he didn’t count you in this situation. You wouldn’t stay like this. You had to do something. 

,,Oi! You can’t take the money!“ you screamed at the one. The second man who was near the little girl pointed the gun at her. 

,,Is this your daughter? I will kill her if you don’t shut up!“ 

You looked at the girl. You couldn’t let this happen! 

Yoosung looked up ,,Mc, it’s okay. Please don’t.“ he said afraid and handed over the money. 

You looked at the men and wanted to take the girl and bring her to a safe place but the second man shot the gun. 

,,MC!“ Yoosung screamed as you collapsed while you protected the girl. 

,,WE SAID WE WOULDN‘T HARM THEM! YOU KILLED A WOMAN! THE GIRL‘S MOTHER YOU DUMB ASS!“ the first man shouted. 

,,RUN!“ he screamed as he rushed out with the money. 

Yoosung was holding you. 

He cried and screamed for help. 

A bit later the girl‘s parents came in to search their daughter and saw the scene. 

They called the police and the ambulance and you were transported into the nearest hospital. 

,,Mr. Kim. Your wife lost a big amount of blood but she‘s a real fighter. She will wake up soon. You can go to her now.“ the doctor told him. 

Yoosung was so happy to know that you were fine. 

He waited until you were awake to scold you ,,I‘ve told you! What…I thought you were going to die!“ 

,,Yoosung, I couldn’t let the girl die. Just imagine how hurt the parents would be…“ you told him with a sore voice. 

,,The Parents are really grateful to you…“ he whispered since you were already asleep. 

Jaehee 

It was a beautiful hot day and your coffee shop was really full 

The guests were enjoying their coffee and their cake. 

A strange man came in and screamed ,,Put your hands up!“ 

Everyone was shocked. 

Jaehee was ready to fight but she was afraid that the man would hurt the guests. 

She handed him over the money and did everything he wanted. 

But a little boy, maybe three, began to cry. 

He was so afraid. 

,,Let him shut up OR I WILL KILL HIM!“ 

,,Don’t you dare to harm this little boy!“ you screamed out of the blue.  

,,I will show you that I‘m not afraid to hurt a little brat!“ 

He was about to shot but you stood in front of the boy 

,,Don’t.“ you looked serious. 

,,Fine.“ and then he shot. 

Your stomach caught the bullet and you laid on the floor. 

Jaehee was screaming and began to fight with the culprit. 

The police and the ambulance came and handled the situation. 

Luckily the bullet didn’t caught a vital organ and so you were safe. 

Jaehee requested some bodyguards since she was really afraid that something like this could happen again. 

But to be honest she was pretty proud of you. 

Saeyoung

,,It’s odd. I don’t even know why I asked her to come along…I guess god is still punishing me….“ he whispered. 

The RFA was there, trying to comfort your fiancée. 

He was crying, his heart was aching and his hands were trembling. 

No, he couldn’t handle your death. 

,,What happened?“ Jaehee said softly, stroking his back. 

,,I just…wanted to take some money. We went to the bank and…everything was good. We laughed, talked…gosh I just wanted some money because we had to pay the location for the wedding…and while I was talking to the guy a strange man came in with a gun….and and…he wanted money a hostage. It was a little girl and Mc screamed he should take her instead of the girl...“ Saeyoung couldn’t talk more. He sobbed and cried. 

Jaehee hugged him. 

,,The man got angry and wanted to shot at the girl but Mc ran to the girl and saved her….a shot in the chest…..in the chest!“ he yelled. 

,,Luciel-I mean Saeyoung. You need to stay strong for her….you need to have faith in her! After all what you went through, she will be fine!“ 

The doctor came out and Saeyoung stood up instantly. He was feeling a bit dizzy. 

He was afraid. 

But someone touched his shoulder ,,I will kill him if she‘s dead.“ Saeran said with an angry look. 

,,You don’t need to kill anyone, Mr. Choi. Äh, Mr. Choi, your fiancé is fine. It was a hard operation but she will be fine. You can’t visit her now so I would recommend you to go to sleep. We will call you once she‘s awake.“ 

,,No, let her go in a VIP room and let him in, at least. C&R will pay.“ Jumin said firmly. 

The doctor nod and let Saeyoung in. 

,,606…you‘re a true lifesaver.“ he whispered and kissed your pale forehead before he fell asleep near you. 

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[thewriterofkpop]

How Y/ N would (have) support(ed) Takuya during his leave from CG

I‘m one of the Takuya Terada International on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. After we found out that Takuya decided to leave the group we decided to form this group to inform other CandYs and Takuya biased how he‘s doing. So, now I thought about it-how would we support him during that time? Please enjoy the story! 

You were a CandY since ever, you just loved the group. When you then got the chance to meet the boys in a fan meeting, you were the most happiest girl.  But you didn’t expect Takuya to fall in love with you! And now the two of you were a happy couple for almost four years.  You quickly noticed that the boys got nervous after Casper left but you did your best to support them and cheer them up.  ,,Guys! I will cook for you! So stop being so sad! Let’s be happy for Casper and hope that he will be well in the future!“ you smiled.  Takuya looked at you and you sent him an air kiss.  His lips formed a little smile which made your heart jump. 

After this their Comeback was there in 2018. You were so happy and couldn’t wait to hear their beautiful voice because even through you were Takuya’s girlfriend, you never asked them for a personal concert or to listen to the music before it went out and they didn’t offer you either.  But you soon noticed that Takuya was somehow down. You observed it for a long time. His smiles seemed fake, he sometimes didn’t laugh at all. He didn’t even talk much.  Was he unhappy because of the relationship or was it the band? Were the boys bad with him? But it seemed fine.... This troubled you a lot until you asked him someday.  ,,Takuya anata...~“ you called his name and looked at him.  ,,Hai?“ he asked you. Gosh you loved his Japanese accent.  ,,Would you tell me what’s wrong with you?“ you asked him.  His eyes grew bigger as he looked at you with a shocked expression.  ,,N....nothing....“ he mumbled.  This was your confirmation that something was wrong.  ,,Well. I won’t force you to tell me but I would be happy if you would. I want to be able to help you and support you. Not only as your girlfriend but also as your fan.“ you told him.  His lips began to tremble, your heart was crushing at the sight, what was wrong?!  ,,Takuya?!“ you snapped and immediately hugged him, pressing his body against yours.  ,,Don’t...!“ you mumbled.  ,,I cannot take it anymore...“ he mumbled which scared you. What couldn’t he take anymore?!  But before you could even ask him he answered your unspoken question.  ,,I love the boys and the fans but I cannot stand it anymore...if feel so empty....I feel like this isn’t what I really want to do. But I don’t know what to say to them....I don’t want to disappoint everyone....“ he confessed, his head still pressed against you.

,,Takuya...you feel like that for a long time, right?“ you asked him.  He nodded and you stroked his trembling back.  ,,Please don’t cry...don‘t be upset please...“ you begged.  You wanted him to feel happy again...why didn’t you see it sooner?  That day the boys had a practice but you called them, begging them to do a break. Shin was on the phone.  ,,Why, Y/N?“ he asked you.  You looked at Takuya who was on the couch in your apartment.  ,,I‘m coming up with a flue and you know, I‘m also about to have my period oh oh oh my cramps-"  ,,Oh Y/N! Please get better soon!!"  You had to chuckle in your mind. You knew that he was embarrassed.  But right now you couldn’t laugh.  You cut the call and approached Takuya again. You hugged him and let him tell everything. Everything he wanted to tell you, you tried to figure out his feelings and tried to support him.  Te two of you talked until evening. Then you decided to cook something good and afterwards you talked more.  ,,Takuya...“ you mumbled after you sobbed for three hours together with him.  ,,I think you should leave the band...“ you mumbled.  He looked at you, his eyes were red, you thought you could hear his heart breaking apart.  ,,Your contract....don’t do it. Stop it if it doesn’t make you happy....real fans will keep supporting you and the members will stay by your side for sure.“ you told him.  And that’s what he did.  He didn’t sign the new contract, told the other members about how he felt and made a Vlive. The notice of his Vlive was a happy notice for the fans. Unfortunately they soon found out that this was his last Vlive. At least his last as Cross Gene‘s Takuya. 

,,Thank you for your support, Y/N...“ he mumbled after you gave him a spam like on his new Instagram Page.  ,,I love you, Takuya. I‘m happy that you feel better and that we could overcome this crisis together.“ you confessed and kissed him once more. 

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