#ignoring exams next month :D

[heavenlyyshecomes]

—summer reading list for this year ! 🌀🖼️

[iwannabangchan]

Heyy could I maybe request something? I just read ‚touch‘ and I absolutely loved it! Maybe something like enemies to lovers? Like y/n is a producer as well and has to work with chan, but chan doesn’t like it because he want’s to work all by himself or smth like that? Maybe ending in something heated hehe :) thank you so much!! <3

Let's make music

Pairing: dom!Chan x fem reader

Word count: 2.1 k

Content Warnings: Smut (minors dni); Unprotected sex; Rough sex; Oral (M & F); Deepthroat; Choking; Dirty Talk; Fingering; Facial; Cum eating; Tears; Gagging; Nipple play; Swearing; Enemies 2 Lovers (ends on a happy note, don't worry)

A/N: Hey Anon! Much thanks to you for requesting, I enjoyed writing it! Sorry I've been inactive for a week (it was exam szn) but don't worry, now you have my undivided attention! So please send in more requests :D

And a special shoutout to my friend, @skzho . Thank you so much for proof-reading! You're the sweetest <3

~ ♥ Li ♥

The morning started with you being called to the studio. You loved your job, but you weren't feeling up to it on this particular day because of who you were assigned to work with. You entered the building and headed towards the studio. And much to your surprise, there he was, leaning forward into his computer, completely zoned into his screen.

"Wha- what the hell! You can't knock?" Chan unfixed his eyes from the screen to glare at you while pulling his headphones around his neck.

Your work began at JYP a few months ago when you signed up to be a music producer. You worked with a lot of groups within the company, assisting in making comeback songs. Not to blow your own whistle, but you had a genuine passion and talent for music and thought you knew your way around it pretty well. This, however, did not sit well with Chan. He disliked the thought of someone 'supervising' him. The first couple of days at your new workplace were difficult, but once you settled in, you had gotten to know people pretty well. You met a lot of new faces and felt welcomed by the teams and idols. But one thing Chan was certain of was that he had no intention of interacting with you.

"I work here too, you know?" You remarked as you wheeled out a chair, sat next to him, and took his spare headphones. "You’re not special,"

Chan honestly had no problem voicing out to the boys that there was no need for you to work with them, let alone have a job at JYP in the first place. He was perfectly fine working with 3racha and didn't need your input. However, even Changbin and Han couldn't figure out what was wrong with this specific track.

"What are you even doing here? I didn't ask for you,"

He'd been working on it all morning and was running out of patience. However, as much as he knew he wanted help, he would never seek it from you. It would hurt his pride too much. And for some reason, he saw competition in you.

You ignored him, plugged in his headphones, and reached for his mouse to play what he had created so far. You could see Chan was getting mad at you for waltzing in and messing with his equipment. You couldn't lie, you loved the feeling of him being irritated by your presence, you enjoyed taunting him, and you loved it, even more, when he'd get pissed off.

“Han told me that you're working too slow and making no progress. That's why I'm here”

Chan kept a mental note to scold Jisung for telling you his business. "I don't need help."

“Oh? And you've been working on this beat for what? 5 months now?" Your sly smirk was beginning to piss him off even more.

"Y/N get out"

Your smirk turned into chuckles, which eventually became belly laughing.

"You cannot be serious" looking at him in disbelief, “I can’t lie, this shit sounds goofy as hell! ”

You spun your chair so your back was to the desk. "This is the crap you've been working on for months? No wonder Han needed me in here" Wiping a tear of laughter from your eye.

 One thing about Chan is that he is very passionate about his work and takes constructive criticism very seriously. But this blatant mockery was just uncalled for.

He stood up from his chair to hover over you. If that was his attempt at being intimidating, he was failing miserably. “ Shut up, It's not like you could do any better,” he spat, feeling offended.

“Hey, don't say that you'll hurt my feelings!” Your sarcasm made his blood boil. “I always knew you didn't have it in you, but I didn't know you were THIS bad."

That was the final straw. He felt like you took everything he worked so hard for and spat on it.

"What the fuck did you just say?” Chan yelled, clenching his teeth. His eyes filled with pure fury which made you consider retreating but you decided to test how far you could push him.

"You heard me" You glared into his eyes with the same hatred that he gave you. “But don't get mad at me, it's not my fault your music’s shit."

He moved closer to your chair and pressed his knee on the little gap between your legs.

"It's really annoying because you're so beautiful, but your mouth is so fucking filthy," He whispered while tilting up your chin. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and you noticed his voice had fallen an octave lower.

This surprised you since you weren't used to Chan responding; usually, he just accepted whatever you gave him and expressed his honest opinions about you to his bandmates, or he simply kept them to himself.

"Chan- I...I was just joking, calm down," Your breath hitched as he slid his hand down from your chin to your neck, applying light pressure. You tilted your head up and looked him in the eyes. They looked sinister as if they had a hidden motive. His dark pupils glared back into yours, and told you, "You fucked up."

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Why the sudden change of heart?" He moved his head in front of yours again and pressed your noses together. You closed your eyes, and he kissed your lips. It started off slow and gradually worked up speed. He slid his tongue into your mouth, hand still slightly restricting your breathing.

“That attitude of yours won't ever go away unless I do something about it, hm?”

You felt your heartbeat and breath quickening.

You bit your lip as Chan took your hand and slid it down his body, allowing you to feel the ridges of his abs through the fabric of his shirt, right before he led it to the tent in his sweatpants. “Touch me…here. You feel that?”

You didn't know how to answer his question, or if you were even supposed to. "I... I," You stuttered, your mind now blank.

Your sudden loss for words surprised you because, with your natural quick wits, you always had a comeback for Chan. For some reason, you felt yourself getting more and more turned on but all you could do was take a deep breath.

"Stand up." He demanded, lifting you to your feet while holding your hand, and took your place in your chair. Instinctively, you got down to your knees and positioned yourself in between his legs. You rubbed your hand over his clothed bulge a few times before pulling everything down to pool at his ankles.

Chan wasn't having it though. He gathered all of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grasped the base of his cock, and pointed his tip directly on your lips. “Suck.”

You gathered saliva and let it fall from your lips to lubricate him and began steadily pumping him while trying to figure out how you were going to get him all inside your mouth at once.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you sucked your way down his length, tongue out to lick his balls with each stroke. You bobbed your head up and down his girth, hollowing your cheeks. His cock hit the back of your throat and threatened to make you choke. He kept your hair up, guiding you as you moved up and down his length.

"Fuck- at least that mouth of yours is good for something," He groaned as you sucked harder trying to get him to finish.

Chan pushed your head down to deepthroat him, pressing your nose into his pelvis. You gripped his thighs and inhaled with your nose. You felt him hold your head in place and thrust into your throat even more. The feeling was unbearable, you slapped his thighs and he let go of your head. With a gasp and cough, you raised your head, saliva, and precum still connecting your lips to his cock. "Come on, you can do it." He rubbed your cheek and wiped a tear from your eye with his thumb. "Just a little more,"

You braced yourself and came down on him again, this time much slower, increasing speed as much as you could. "That's it," He exhaled. Chan's body started to tense as he got closer, his breaths turning into moans. You lifted your hand from his thigh and massaged his balls for extra stimulation. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his dick twitched, "Fuck I'm gonna -", you pulled back before he released white cum all over your face and hair, a drop landing on your eye. "You did incredible," He murmured, his breath still heaving. He wiped it off with his thumb and brought it to your lips, you separated your lips and sucked his cum off his finger. 

Moments later, he got up and led you back onto the chair. "Can I?", you didn't know what he was asking permission for, but you agreed.

Chan slipped his fingers into your jeans and rubbed your clit through the fabric. He pushed aside your panties, slipped a finger up and down your slit to collect your juices, and brought his finger to his mouth and sucked. "Mmh, you taste so good."

He reclined your swivel chair and lifted your hips to slide your jeans and underwear; throwing them to a random corner in the studio. He lifted your legs over the armrests, spreading your pussy wide open for him only, the thought alone made him bite his lower lip. You'd never looked at Chan this way before. He looked too damn sexy from this position, gazing up at you with lustful eyes.

He started by planting wet open-mouth kisses on your inner thighs. Chan looked up at you to see any signs of resistance, but when your eyes met, you nodded, allowing him to continue. He used his big hands to keep your legs dangling over the chair. He licked and kissed your clit, making you arch your back for more.

"Chan stop teasing,"

"You don't get to tell me what to do," He replied as he slapped your clit “You think you can shit-talk me to my face and get away with it?”

Only inches from your pussy, he grinned up at you; the pornographic scene made you clench in his face. You were already dripping in arousal, but he still spat at your folds and licked from your entrance all the way to your clit. Pleasure quickly overtook your body as you inhaled sharply and squeezed his arm. His slippery tongue sent your back arching.

You grabbed the back of his head, and gyrated your hips into his tongue, as he stiffened his tongue to let you use him.

He rose to his feet to admire his perspective, muttering, "So fucking sexy," while pushing his cock inside your hole. You felt so filthy sprawled out like this for him. He pounded you hard , making you squelch. His gaze never left your body. You sobbed his name aloud, careless about who could hear you. "Please, Chan. "Fu- I'm sorry," you begged, your fluids gushing all over him; soaking the chair and floor.

“You're sorry?” He asked before pulling his dick out completely and slamming into you again to repeat his question, “You're sorry?” “Please. Oh, god-” “Who do you think you are coming in here like you own the place, huh? You love talking so much shit don't you Y/N?” “Chan, please. I'm so fucking close,” You groaned already feeling yourself dangerously tumble nearer to your orgasm “Please don't stop!”

He took his left hand under your shirt and pulled down your bra to roll your nipple between his fingers. He stepped back to kneel and put his tongue back on your clit, flicking it back and forth. And before you knew it, you released into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened wide as he finger fucked you through your high causing overstimulation. " Chan please- it's too much.." You whimpered, looking at him through teary eyes, and with that, he pulled out his fingers to reveal them painted white.

Chan slumped down from his kneeling position and watched you still sitting in the chair, chest heaving while trying to collect your thoughts.

“Come on, we have to get dressed.” Chan stood up first and handed you your jeans.

“Wait, where are my panties?” You said scanning the floor after noticing they weren't inside your jeans.

“Don't worry about that,”

“Did you just- what's that in your pocket?” You said pointing to a suspicious lump stuffed into his pants.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” He said, pulling you in by your waist.

“I seriously can't stand you, Chan” You whispered, your eyelids fluttered shut as Chan leaned in to press his lips against yours.

“Mmh, I know you don't mean that.”

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yearning for your love (pat murray x gender!neutral reader)

requested by: @lizardaddams

a/n: i’m literally so sorry that this took me since FEBRUARY to finish?? but honestly thank you for understanding why it took so long. anywho, i hope whoever reads this enjoys it!

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warnings: cussing, fluff

Studying abroad was one of the best experiences of your life. You were majoring in Language Studies in Barcelona to become a Translator & Interpreter. You have a passion for traveling, so you figured going that route was your best choice. But your boyfriend (Mr. 'Uptight' Pat Murray) was concerned about you going abroad. You two had been dating for a year, and when you decided to study abroad for the summer, Pat was devastated. He was sick to his stomach when you told him. He was furious at first, but when you explained to him how important this was for you, he changed his heart.

The day you left was emotional--especially for your family, friends, and Pat. Maintaining a distance relationship for three months while balancing school was hard for you. But somehow, you two were still going strong. It made your relationship more robust than ever.

It was now August, and classes ended in two days. You had just finished your last exam for the semester and couldn't wait to jump back on the plane to see your loved ones. Your friends and family knew you were returning today, but Pat was out of the loop. He knew you weren't coming back until the end of the month. You begged everyone not to tell him anything because you wanted to surprise him at the game. Pat talked about this game for the past couple of weeks and wants you here today to hear your voice in the crowd cheering him and his team on. The guys were also disappointed that you couldn't make it to be their cheerleader. Your support always gave him the most incredible luck (as he would say), but he or the team weren't doing so hot without you here. He texted you that a few minutes after you got off the plane. He tried to be discreet because the guys didn't know you were dating. It wasn't like you two were hiding it from them. You just felt there was no need to unless someone asked you if you were in a relationship. With Pat, he doesn't let anyone know his business unless he's cool with them. He'll tell the guys or whenever you decide to say it to them.

While waiting for your reply, Pat was daydreaming on his phone when Vinnie popped up behind his shoulder, startling the redhead. "The fuck, Vinnie?!"

"Who are you texting there, bud?" He asked before reaching to grab his phone but failed when Pat snatched it away before he could. "Piss off, Vin." He sneered, rolling his eyes as he put his phone back in his sports bag.

"Now you know I can't do that, Pat." Vinnie pouted jokingly, sitting down next to him. "Are you cheating on me?"

Pat tried to ignore Vinnie by focusing on the game, but when he glanced back at him, he cracked a smile. Vinnie hollered excitedly at the action, glad he could still make his friend smile at his shenanigans. As Vinnie walked away to annoy someone else, Pat turned his attention back to the bleachers to find you, only to feel another hit of sadness--forgetting that you were on the other side of the world. He was getting ready to grab his phone again when Ty returned to the dugout. "Murray, you're up!"

It felt like you would never make it to his game, which was pissing you off as time passed. You were waiting for your taxi to show up. Your parents had called one for you an hour ago, but you gave them hell once they showed up late. You weren't usually this rude and cranky, but only having one meal and 2 hours of sleep made you this way. Plane rides made you extremely nervous, especially how you were going to surprise Pat. But that plan was ruined when you just knew there wouldn't be any time left to do so.

You wanted to fight the cab driver once he got to the field. However, it was apparent that the game had ended, and the D-Backs had won. You threw your faire on the front seat and grabbed your things before hastily leaving the car. Searching the crowd for Pat, you instantly spotted him. He was so happy that it made you smile and forget about the hell you went through the past few hours. Unfortunately, you didn't realize Pat's dad was standing beside you to greet you. You kind of just blocked him out, and without thinking, you hopped over the fence and booked it toward him. "PAT!" you shouted.

He was hugging Zapata as you were getting closer. His voice was astronomically loud, and you could hear his conversation, "I'm sorry I threw that so hard! I could have really hurt you!" but he stopped talking when he saw you approaching. He immediately shoved Zapata off him and ran to you, "Y/N!"

Once you two got close, you leaped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Pat wrapped his arms around your waist, buried his face into your neck, and held you tight to him, caressing your head, back, and anywhere his hands could touch you. "Long time no see, honey." He said softly into your ear. You promised you were going to melt even faster in the blazing heat. They both had waited for this moment for so long and hoped that you wouldn't be separated like this again.

"I missed you so much, baby," you said once you pulled away to look at what you would call a beautiful face. Instead, you grabbed it between your hands and smashed your lips into his.

Palacco and Tree just so happened to turn around when they saw you two being intimate, which shocked the hell out of them. "Oh my..." Palacco gasped and looked at Tree, who had the same reaction. "Pat and Y/n are dating?!" Tree exclaimed.

Vinnie jumped and hooted before turning to Ty with his hand out, "Pay up, loser!"

Dells' eyebrows furrowed while watching you two. "How in the hell did we miss that?"

"I don't know," Ty said through gritted teeth as he handed Vinnie his last few bucks from his pocket. "But I'm going to murder them both!"

The guys agreed with Ty and marched over to you and Pat. You two were already laughing since you were the only one who could see them and told Pat what they were saying (because you're an expert at reading lips). You're going to have a ball listening to them harassing you both with a bunch of questions.

[bots-and-cons]

So school... and other stuff

This is just a bit of a rant post, so you guys can just ignore this if you’re not in the mood to read my ramblings. Requests are gonna be open sometime later this week, but I’ll make a separate post about that when it’s time.

I took the exam or whatever to get to college about a month ago, and the results are here. I didn’t get in. The best backup spot I’m on is 32, so basically the whole class would have to cancel or take a spot at another school for me to get in and that’s not gonna happen. But on the bright side I got 8 more points than last time so if I can improve my score by that much the next time too, I’d be pretty much guaranteed to get in.

I’m not super depressed about it or anything, I just like to complain. It’s my own fault for not preparing enough and some of the choices I made in the exam itself. For right answers you get points, obviously. For wrong answer you get points deducted and if you choose to not answer you don’t get points but they aren’t deducted from your total either. So what I did is that I answered every question even when I wasn’t sure, and that probably cost me some points since I should’ve just chosen the “not answering” option. I hope to do better next time, and I’ll start studying earlier for the next time the exam comes around

My younger brother E has officially moved out of the apartment we used to share. His address was still here for the last year even though he didn’t live here, because his school requires him to have an address in his home town since he lives in the dorms during school. Now he’s working and he changed his address to our dad’s place. So now my other younger brother T has decided to sort of move in with me, or a very long time visit might be a better term. He’s gonna be here for most of the summer, but not all of it.

I’ve promised to babysit my little sister for some time next month, probably about a week or a bit more, depends how many relatives want to take her first. My bday is also coming up on July 12th, but I’m not really planning on doing anything special, maybe just to see a friend. I’m not big on alcohol or anything, and I can’t really even drink because of my anti-psychotic and anti-depressant medications.

It’s been so freaking hot here for the last four days, almost 30C everyday, and it’s supposed to continue for at least a week. I’m basically dying in this heat since I’m definitely not used to it. Working out is also a freaking nightmare, but I’ll manage, even though I feel like I’m melting all the time.

Thanks if you read :D

[seelestia]

My dearest author is becoming more and more of a scara stan the nearer we get to his banner :3

ONEOFUSONEOFUSONEOFUSONEOFUSONEOFUS-

anyway-

how've u been liaaa ? :D I'm happy to report that my hell month is nearing it's end and I'm getting closer and closer to just fully embracing the holiday relaxation vibes (I say close as if I haven't just started playing stardew valley and ignoring my projects in intervals of time)

I'm hoping you're getting into the holiday vibes as well, because I have a gift planned for you that I've been thinking of for the past few weeks ;D

I notice that you've seen the best piece of literature I have posted previously :''D lmao- writing that took me back to being 13 and reading all the cringey fics on wattpad fr :'D (I won't lie- I debated on adding interruptions in-between paragraphs of the story because authors interrupting the story and adding their own thoughts and reactions was SO evident back in the day, it was super fuckin cringey so I didn't put it in last minute :''D)

enough of me tho- how bout u lia, any plans or events you gonna do in the holidays? Or are you just gonna vibe into the christmas cheer like me huehuehuehue >:D - Sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae <33 (here's diluc being a sugar daddy)

jae, stop grinning like that because i can literally feel it through the screen and idk if i like it. (/j)

i've been doing good and in denial because of yk who altho i have an exam a week after next week but at least, it's the holiday as soon as the exam is done 😮‍💨 i hope you're getting thru with your projects! ik procrastination is your thing but in the end, ik you'll always manage to get them done anyway >:)

WAIT A SEC. A GIFT FOR ME?! i'm preparing a gift for you (you'll know hehe) 🤨 but i don't remember doing anything in particular that deserves another gift since the pretty caelin art you made for me which i still cherish till this day <3 whatever it is, i already know i'm gonna love it (even tho you really didn't have to fjekfkke) ;D (/g)

"the best piece of literature known to mankind" prompted by that anon's vague yet 'wise' words 👏 (/s) NO BUT FR. i think they're using their fanfics as a way to project their thoughts which makes everything so unserious (that was probably what ruined first person fics for me tbh) <//3 i personally got introduced to fanfics thru quotev, so my condolences to those who started with wattpad because that site is an interesting box of even more interesting content 😭

as for my plans during the holiday, i think my family is planning a vacay somewhere next month! but other than that, i'll probably take the time to just chill and hope next year will be better (please) 🙏 but finally, december is somewhat within reach! it'll be time for us to chill and vibe, jae ✨ i just read your "huehuehue" in a deep santa voice and i scared myself HELP

[camellia-thea]

vent

i am just. so fucking exhausted. of just existing. not even in a suicide way, just in a 'literally every part of my life right now makes me tired, even things i genuinely love' and i am already dealing with a chronic condition that makes my cells not produce energy correctly.

this semester has been. a lot. just. a lot. and i've been holding it together really well, honestly. genuinely think i've done as well as i could do but i just. i don't have the space anymore. i was hoping i could hold out until i'd gotten my portfolio done but just. fuck. holy shit. there is just too much in my head right now and there is literally nothing that's making it quiet anymore. normally i can just distract myself until either it punches me in the gut and i have to deal with it (eventually meaning it's quiet), or i ignore it enough and it goes away (look i'm great at coping okay this is a fine system) but i just. this hasn't, and it's just kind of sitting on the horizon and i know i'm not going to notice it's closer til i'm stuck in the middle of it with no way to deal.

i've been dealing with my ed a lot, and finally actually kind of brought it up with people, and i'm worried about my finances in regards to food because i cannot make rent this year without just. fucking over my food budget, which would be fine if i was paying for my own food, because i know how much i eat and i know how much i can spend, but i share with my flatmates in a shared meal system which worked fine before but i've spent so much money this year just trying to make it feel okay to live that i cannot keep paying as much as i do for the food i'm eating (very little.)

((and i fucking know my eating habits are terrible okay i eat approximately a meal (and a half?) a day, maybe more on a day where i'm doing things and need the brainpower and my cal count is low if i do try to calculate it (rare, like, once a month), and most of that is covered by the amount of tea i drink))

but i cannot afford what we purchase and i don't have solutions that don't, y'know, make it super super obvious how little i'm eating, and like, i know i'm not super subtle but like. still doesn't feel great airing it out, but i eat maybe a quarter of what i pay for which is. a good fifty to seventy a week, sometimes less which is great but y'know. i can make a decent meal for about five to ten nz d, and have it last multiple days. last year my costs were mostly snacks and i ate more and spent less than i do now. i don't have a good solution but i'm living on more than i can afford to spend, and like, i was concerned beforehand but now i'm genuinely going to hit 0 nz d before exam season is done. and before i was like 'oh, y'know, i'll have a couple of hundred to go into next year with but it'll be fine because i'll snag course related and living costs with summer school' nope. no that's not the case. i've been calculating every so often to double check and this is just. ahhhhhhh. i'm so fucking stressed about it and that's just. underlying literally everything i do.

and i've tried to bring it up in a way that doesn't just. completely fuck over our system because it works super well for the other three and that's amazing for them but it's genuinely fucked me over so much in the last six months because like. okay, rough calculations; 50 a week per person, i eat, let's be generous and say half of what i pay for. that's 200 a month that i am sinking down the drain that i *cannot* afford. and i'm often paying more than that and eating less. and that adds up. lets say four months; that's 800. that i could use to cover the cost of my medication. i get 280 from the gov. and i pay 220 rent a week. that's 60 left over. i pay 50 a month for my meds, now more because my new meds are 35 per repeat, which makes that 85 a month total. i pay. a lot more to, just. live. and my budget *still* doesn't cover my meds, and i'm not going to make that calculation, because it terrifies me too much to check.

and it isn't my flatmates fault at all, and i'm not saying it is in any way and i don't think it is either and i need to make that completely clear, but this is not sustainable for me, nor the continual panic attack i'm having.

and the biggest issue is that i just. do not have a solution for this. there is no way i can just say some magic words and we'll get a new system that perfectly covers how much we pay for based on how much we eat. that's just. not possible at all.

and i know my ed is probably making the me worse, god do i know, but i genuinely cannot find the energy to care or change it. ironic as it might be for the illness called chronic fatigue syndrome. and it's morbid and horrible and i should feel bad for thinking it but honestly. sometimes my brain says if this got worse then maybe it'd make things more simple. i'd drop uni and most likely go back home to my parents, which wouldn't be ideal and i really don't think living with them would be great, but i wouldn't have the same stresses. food payments wouldn't be on my mind, honestly my diet would probably improve, and i wouldn't be dealing with uni stress in the same way either. i'd honestly, probably recover a bit and actually have time and energy to try and take care of myself.

and i had a health scare where i was maybe 90 percent sure i'd have to go to the ER because of heart palpitations, and i was genuinely concerned i was having a heart attack, and i know that healthy nineteen year olds don't have them but i'm *not* healthy, i have a chronic health condition, an ed, and a history of heart problems within my family, like it's a reasonable conclusion to jump to when your heart is skipping multiple beats and not beating in sync correctly. but i couldn't make myself convey how concerned i was.

and i mean, on top of my teetering mental health, declining physical health, and perpetual state of anxiety, losing my great uncle was just. fucking awful. there are no words for how horrible it felt and i have not been able to properly grieve him since the funeral. i have cried perhaps three times and i just. i just want to fucking break, i need to just. feel and break. but i just. can't. there is a dam somewhere and i've been waiting for it to crack but it just won't and it makes me want to scream.

i don't think i can properly talk about that loss yet, and it hurts. it hurts so bad but i'm not grieving in a way that feels like grief. it's an ache that someone is missing but it isn't. it isn't crying at a funeral, it isn't mourning him and the moments i'll never get, my sister will never get, my dad will never get, my grandfather will never get. i feel so awful for my grandfather because he was flying from england to new zealand to see his brother, with the thought that it'd be their last time seeing each other and ross died just over a month beforehand. i cannot fathom how awful that is for him, but i can't actually express it in a way that feels like i'm actually feeling things. i'm in this awful state of numbness that i've been feeling for almost two months and i hate that i'm making it all about me. i hate it. i recognise it isn't productive at all.

i feel like i've been holding myself together by the skin on my teeth, and beneath all the numbness and exhaustion, i'm terrified it's going to make my illness worse, make my life just. fall apart. and i'm just a nineteen year old trying so hard to be a functioning adult but i couldn't even finish highschool without everything falling apart around me, and what the fuck made me think i'd actually function properly.

i just. i'm stuck waiting. because these problems don't have direct immediate solutions. i'm waiting to crash, i'm waiting to break a part, and i know they'll be mixed, and i'm just going to be stuck with the anxiety of everything else underneath til it happens, and there is no good time for it to happen in the next two weeks, which of course means it's going to happen at the worst moment, which makes me more stressed.

[emotionallittlesoul]

ChApter 3- When i felt What is Love

Hey Guyz.. sorry for the late post. My exams were going on. Was kinda buzzy. So where were we?

Yaa the interesting part. In our school some exhibitions used to happen. In the month of Decemeber there was huge exhibition that was going to held. Me and Alisha were in the sanskrit group. Aarav was in the sst group. We group of 5-6 children were assigned to make a collage for the sst group. As teachers were like "oh thery are so talented.Lets make them work for us". We used to work on our school stage. We used to bunk classes for that work. We were having fun.

At that time I was getting ab instinct that maybe alisha liles aarav. I and my one more friend were making plans to make them meet. Though I hated that thing but u know alisha was my best friend. But at that time aarav was giving me hints tbat he likes me. One day I was sitting in the computer lab alone doing some work. Arrav came and sat besides me. Alisha came , saw aarav and pulled aarav saying " You come with me na". He went.

We had a great time in that collage. A group picture was happening. With aarav noone was standing. And we 4-5 people were standing the other side. Mam said Eisha you please come this side. And Let me tell you the faces of everyone gone from :D to :( . One day were having our lunch and aarav forced me to eat his sandwich which he gave me and said " both of us will eat half half"'

Those were the moments which were making me go awe with him but i couldnt tell those. Bcz shhh. Some days after he went to a wedding. Everyone was teasing me in school like " are you comfortable without aarav. Tera to mn nhi lgra hga". I used to ignore. I told noone that I was missing him like hell.

He used to call me from wedding and used to say on my asking why did you call " aise hi call krlia. Mn ni lgra tha". I used to get butterflies. Those days aarav was forcing me to say his short name "aaru". But i wasnt . I used to feel shy. Everyone in the school used to call him with his short name except me. When he was in wedding i dont remeber on what topic he got angry with me. I said "i am sorry na aaru. He went all lalala with that.

The next day from nowhere he confessed to me his liking for me. That moment I really cant forget. As i am writing this I am feeling every single bit. Whatever. I also said "I like you too". From then our next chapter started. We noth were very very happy. He said I love you to me. I was like . You can feel no! How i was feeling 😂

Next chapter ill continue in my bext blog. Till then byebye.

[mr2swap]

Body swap clinic: Mr Michael!

-So this is the fifth time this month that you've been sent to detention, is everything okay at home, Danny?- As he said those words, he never took that damn arrogant smile off his lips.

-Fuck you…- I said to the “man” who was sitting in front of me. with his fucking ass on my desk, classes were over, all the kids were on their way to his house right now, and I was in detention no matter how true I was a 30-year-old man. -Danny that wasn't very nice…should I call your parents? -

This was supposed to be an experience that would prepare me to understand all the troublesome kids at the high school where I worked, damn next year I was going to be promoted to principal! And now I have to be stuck for the rest of my life as a fucking 12 year old.

I bribed an employee of the body swap clinic to let me swap my body with one of my students, and the one indicated was Danny Hill, he was a pretty normal guy, although he was close to failing math and science, and history …and science. Well actually he was below average for students so it wasn't hard at all to convince him to help me with this project, in return I would improve his grades.

He was too naive of me to think "it will only be 3 days what could happen?" Well literally the worst is over. Being 12 years old again and seeing everything from the perspective of a child in these years was really refreshing, I had learned so much from children in just 3 days than in my 7 years as a teacher. and meanwhile Danny was in my house and in my body, he had asked for my vacation week just that week. there was enough food for the whole week and I had even lied to everyone I knew that he wouldn't be home during those days so Danny wouldn't have to worry about anything using my body, I even bought a fucking xbox so he wouldn't get bored!

Being a child again was very frustrating, the adults treated you like an idiot and ignored most of your opinions, even if you were the one who was right, and living with Danny's family was not pleasant at all, his parents used to argue almost all day. , for anything and when his father got too frustrated he used to take it out on Danny or rather me.

Also Danny's idiot older brother, he was always a fucking pain in the butt, 5 years ago he was my student now he was 17 and now he was older than me and loved to play rough. The first day I entered his house he received me with a wrestling key on my neck -Come on! say it!- He shouted while with his strong adolescent arms he squeezed my neck, -Come on! say who's your boss!-....- You, you're my boss!-he released me and left me on the floor struggling to breathe, it almost seemed like revenge for all the exams he failed while I was the teacher of he.

When the third day came I was so eager to get back into my body and put on paper all my new ideas to improve the educational system that leaving school I decided to visit Danny, so I rode his bike to my apartment, I found Danny at my living room sitting on the couch wearing my pajamas with a nearly empty extra-large pizza box on the floor.

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[umblackness]

needy

pairing – harry styles x reader

warning – humiliation. exhibitionism. daddy kink. cockwarming. degradation. dumbification. hella lot cringe. crawling? 18 +

summary – you aren't needy, no. but that doesn't mean you will let go the opportunity of harry fucking you.

request – And one where Harry takes you to Italy to a Beautiful villa with an infinity Pool and get cought by paparazzi having sex there haha !

author's note – this is shitty and not proofread so I am so sorry !! also, sorry for the wait too . . .

neediness.

it was the only thing that you were completely and utterly foreign. being a middle child, your needs weren't never really taken as needs. you didn't know what it felt to need something.

the first time when you needed something, was when you were a teenager and hadn't studied for your exam. you had fucking squealed when the results had come out and you had passed.

the second time was when you were going to confess your feelings for harry ; you just needed him to like you back. which, for the record, he did.

the third time was your art competition in school. the fourth was when you had revealed your kinks to harry. the fifth was when you got into a fight with your best friend. the sixth was when your favorite sneakers were on sale. the sixth was your fight with your mom. the seventh was when your boyfriend asked a homeless you to move in with him.

quite frankly, after that, you lost the count because after that, you needed him with you. on every day, every minute, every second, you just needed him with you.

You walked towards the changing room, a towel in hand because 'baby, the towels are all dirty!' or so he had claimed.

He had taken you to a heavenly villa in Italy, for your second anniversary. and apart from the pizza store down the street, that sold cauliflowers in pizza, the whole vacation had been brilliant. till now.

you had been sitting in the living room, sipping your coffee in peace, while he was swimming in the backyard. suddenly and completely out of the blue, he had called for you to bring a clean towel.

so, being the good girl you were, you had abandoned your coffee and now here you were. you were snapped out of your thoughts, when you felt someone push you into the water.

and since you and harry were the only one in the mansion, you had take a wild guess.

you emerged from underwater, letting out a shriek dramatically. however, your not-so-intense-glaring session came to an end as he jumped into the water too, before swimming closer to you.

"I don't want the towel, baby, you know what I want?"

He wrapped his arms around you, making you drop the things in your hand.

kissing your lips softly and passionately, he let his tongue dominate your mouth. he moved a bit so one of his hands moved to caress your cheek as the other one slipped lower, until it was gripping your ass.

quite frankly, you did know what he wanted. it was hard to forget when he talked about it throughout the flight. however, you couldn't help but tease him so the next words that came out of your mouth were filled of playfullness.

"What, daddy?" A growl that could make everyone and anyone drip with arousal vibrated through his chest. He quickly walked you backwards to the edge, flipping you so that your back met his chest, once you guys were there.

"I wanna rearrange your guts and turn you into a stupid mess." He paused, the hand that was on your cheek, was now fisting your his shirt. "I wanna fuck you, make you cum again and again, until you are blabbering for me to stop. "

"You want that, don't you?"

You managed to nod shakily, feeling your heat become wet and this time, it wasn't because of the water . His finger ran up and down your pussy, finding it vulnerable and bare, just like he expected.

one of his stupid rules said that you weren't allowed to wear any panties when you two were alone and of course, as much as you acted like you hated it, the truth was that you loved it ; you loved allowing him to have easy access to your body.

"Fuck, kitten. been such a good girl, deserve a reward, don't you?"

your eyes met his darkened ones and almost as if on queue, a moan left your mouth, followed by another choked moan, as two of his fingers slid in your pussy, not giving you any time to adjust.

Harry leaned down, his hand leaving your ass to open your mouth for him. He collected his saliva, holding eye contact as he spat in your warm mouth.

the groan he had let out as some of it fell on your jaw, was intoxicated and you craved more.

The sight was addicting to him as much as it was to you. he couldn't help but add two more fingers, wanting you to really fall apart underneath him.

"Daddy!" You screamed, the pain from the stretch already fading to a barley there sting.

"Aw, I know, whore. It feels good, doesn't it?"

Your ears burned from his mocking tone, you could feel the blissful feeling, your pussy felt so good that it hurt and yet, you couldn't help but nod pathetically.

Harry sighed, mocking disappointment. "Use. Your. Words. Slut."

"Y-yes, d-daddy! feels so good, can I cum please?" you whined.

As if to punish you for breaking his rule, he begun rubbing your clit, knowing how much that drives you crazy. You moaned, your own hands moving to your hair. You felt your eyes close, only for them to snap back open a second later.

"Look at me when I am" Harry sped up his moments, collecting his spit again but this time he spat right on your face. "destroying your tiny fucking pussy, you cum rag. fucking cum now."

reaching your high quickly, you let out the loudest moan of his name. he slapped your pussy, making you realise your mistake. panting, you were still in your post orgasm phase when

your gaze moved to his cock, his boxers felt like they couldn't burst anytime and you felt proud. your smugness was short lived though because he quickly took his fingers out of you.

He gave you a quick wink before slipping the soaked fingers in his mouth back and forth, he groaned, making you suddenly aware of the wetness between thighs.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, cockslut?" Fucking shit, your pussy throbbed at that.

"C-can I ride you please?"

you peered up at him through your eyelashes, hoping to appear innocent—it was all for nothing though, when he just landed another slap on your pussy.

still not saying anything, harry let go of you and walked out of the pool. your green eyed lover looked at you once again before slipping in the sun lounger by the pool.

Harry relaxed back in the chair before beckoning you forward with a finger and you, ever the good girl, go with it. you ignored the confusion and frustration in your mind as you climbed out of the pool.

As soon as you took a step forward, a tsk came from harry. "crawl for me like the good little slut, you are and can be."

you stared at him—it wasn't like you weren't comfortable, you and harry had discussed the limits months ago but what surprised you, was how much you wanted it.

you were broken out of your thoughts when he sighed mockingly. "I said crawl for me or is that too much to understand for your stupid little baby mind?"

you whimpered, dropping to your hands and knees. keeping your head up to maintain eye contact with harry, you crawled over.

once you were there, he was quick to manhandle you on his lap. his hands moved to your neck, where they caressed your collarbones. Harry's mouth replaced his hands soon, sucking hickies in your neck.

"good girl, maybe your not just a set of holes for me to use, after all." he spoke against your skin, making you shiver at his words.

"d-daddy, wanna make you feel good." you moaned, just wanting to please him like he pleased you.

"oh yeah?" he spoke and you could feel him smirk in your neck. "there's my good little cockslut, always so fucking eager to please her daddy. go on, baby, use your hand, since there's no way in hell I am going to grace that little throat with my cock."

nodding pathetically, you quickly lifted yourself up and lowered his boxers, just enough to take out his cock. one of your hands grabbed his cock, while the other swiped over the angry red tip.

your eyes moved to find his, only now taking in the fact that he had lifted his head from your neck. he hissed quietly, making you smile proudly.

your hand that was around his cock, fastened his pace and so did the one that was playing with his cock head. "I am your good girl, your good slut, right, daddy?"

"my best slut, so good to me." he regretted his words when he saw your proud smile change into a cocky one. "but that doesn't change the fact you are a slut, yeah?"

you nodded, letting out another whimper. wanting to make him feel good, you gave attention to his balls and his cock head more. he twitched, indicating that he was close.

and then, suddenly, he took your hand away.

"Gotta save daddy's precious cum for your little tummy, hm baby?" Harry whispered, squeezing your hand before his demeanor changed back to dominance.

"y'wanna have Daddys cum in your tummy?" he began, noting the eager glint in your eyes as you nodded way too fast. "Then earn for it. use your dumb little baby mind to make me cum and I would consider letting you cum again. Ride me."

a broken moan vibrated from your chest, only making him more amused. your lifted yourself before lowering down on his cock slowly.

you placed your hands on his shoulders for support, once you had taken half of him. you begun bouncing on his cock, trying to create a rhythm.

a scream of his name left your mouth, your body finally getting what it wanted. you looked up at him, only to whine at the sight— harry was relaxed back, his hands beside his head and he looked completely disinterested.

"does that feel good, daddy?" you asked, knowing that he had make fun of you—after all, that was what you needed.

"does that feel good, daddy?" he mocked, his lips set into a subtle smirk, even though you knew he was going soft inside. "look at my good cumdump, so eager for her daddy's pleasure."

you whined, bouncing harder on him, going completely in the rhythm you had set. you leaned to kiss him, sighing. after not even two seconds in the kiss, he bit your lip roughly, demanding entrance.

your passionate kiss went on for ten more seconds—seconds that consisted his tongue dominating your mouth and playing with yours—before he pulled away, with your bottom lip in his mouth.

harry leaned back a bit before letting go of it and watching it snap back into your place.

you smirked at the action, fastening your pace. however, it wasn't fast enough for your lover because the next thing you knew, he had thursted up into you, breaking youd rhythm and smirking harder at the broken moan you let out.

he went still again, making you do all the work. sighing lazily, harry moved to rub your clit, making your release come faster and so you bounced harder on him, tightening your pussy every once in a while.

he groaned, making a proud smile appear on your lips.

"d-daddy, can I cum?"

"hold it, yeah?"

before you could reply, he smashed his lips against yours. he rubbed faster at your clit, making you let out a small gasp. he took the opportunity as his tongue entered your mouth.

his tongue played with yours instantly, making you moan against his mouth. his tongue pushed yours back down before exploring your mouth.

harry pulled back, uttering a single growl of "my good girl" before diving in for another long passionate kiss.

feeling his dick hit your g-spot, you moaned loudly. he pulled back again, this time to breathe. he watched with darkened eyes as you threw your head back and screamed his name.

"cum with daddy, baby. let go, yeah? wanna soak daddy with your juices?"

as soon as his permission reached your ears, the coil in your stomach tightened before breaking completely. you screamed his name again, letting out a few curses.

he followed soon after, filling your pussy fully with groans and growls of your name.

you relaxed against his chest, both of you relaxing for ten or so minutes before he carried you back inside, his now softening cock still buried in you.

he laid the both of you on the bed, smiling when you started playing with his hair. Harry nuzzled your neck, laying soft kisses on your neck, smirking whenever he came across an hickey.

the sheets around you were soft and like dreams. however, the man that was covering you with his arms now, was softer.

you stared at him, admiring his beauty and even though it sounded a little creepy, you didn't care. who wouldn't admire this God of a man.

you cuddled against his bare chest even more. you guys had slept while you were cockwarming him—actually, he had carried you around yesterday, since your legs had felt like jelly. you wouldn't have it any other way though.

you closed your eyes, almost falling back asleep when the sound of your phone buzzing snapped your eyes spoken. Harry groaned, tightening his arms around you.

you patted his hair softly, watching as the tension left his body and his eyes softly opened. you gave him your signature smirk, he shook his head, burrying it in your hair afterwards.

his hand gave a small squeeze to your ass, though his hand moved back to your waist, when you shot him a glare.

the cute moment was interrupted by your fucking phone buzzing. he groaned again, nuzzling his head in your hair even more.

you pulled back to blindly grab your phone from the bedside table, smiling at the one direction lockscreen before quickly typing in his name for password.

you looked over your notifications, your disinterest quickly changing into dread as you came across one particular twitter notification.

"no, nope, this can't be happening." you muttered, clicking onto the notification.

Harry furrowed his brows at that, sitting up with you in his arms quickly and accidentally thrusting up in you. "Is it a other hate comment, angel? I told those assholes to not bother my baby but no-"

"shut up, h." you smacked his chest as he raised one eyebrow. "Sarah just messaged me and our photos got leaked. it's breaking the internet."

"what?" he took your phone and sure enough, there were four blurred paparazzi photos of you two from yesterday.

the first one was of him kissing you in the water, the second was of him spitting in your mouth, the next was of him sucking his fingers and winking at you, the fourth was of you crawling for him.

"baby, these are all blurred. the ones with me spitting and you crawling for daddy are even more blurred. management is probably going to do something so don't worry, yeah?"

he wasn't wrong though — you thought, nodding at him. now that you were reassured, maybe you didn't need the earth to swallow you now.

you smiled a little before he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"besides, the world and your little friends now know about how you are a filthy slut for daddy, yea– OW, I AM SORRY!"

[hcuyk]

POKER FACE TEASER | H.RJ

SYNOPSIS : being the daughter to the principal of a prestigious school has given you a life of loneliness—and that's until you meet the unmasked version of who huang renjun truly is

PAIRING : popularstudent!renjun x female!reader

GENRES : korean high school au, strangers to lovers, fluff, minimum angst, humorless crack — more to be added in the final product

WARNINGS : profanities, school 🤮 — more to be added in the final product

“Look, I understand people being virgins in our grade because I’m one myself, but there’s no way anyone hasn’t cursed at this god forsaken school.”

“Wow, okay, didn’t need to know that Mr. All-That is a virgin, but I guess now I can cross off hearing Renjun curse on my bucket list.”

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TAGLIST : @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @armysantiny @changminurheart @jiye0n0 @sunfics @fullsunfluff @lcvekdy @flower-lise @deputyjuyeon @jaekiths @karsohn @nilesig @lyleo // please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!!

A/N : a fic that lin highly inspired me to write :D it will be what i'll be working on for the next few months, so an estimated word count and release date has yet to be decided

Huang Renjun is the definition of perfect, but even that seems to be an understatement for someone like him.

He’s perfection that dwells in hell, and he enjoys every second of it. A wicked grin is capable of forming on his gentle features—yet, despite your intuition, Renjun does manage to hold up his angel act pretty well.

Not one swear word has ever left those plump cherry lips of his, and he would always innocently bat his eyelashes when he hears spurts of profanities leave the mouths of people around him.

Basically, the overall gist is that he’s a devil in disguise.

Ever since the beginning of the school year, you’ve grown accustomed to seeing the back of his head, whether it be stilled, hunched over, or bobbling after nodding rapidly to doing an extra assignment. You ignore him on most occasions, but there have been times when he does make you look up from your phone. It would either be thanks to something he’s whispered to his seatmate or how he responded to a question asked by the teacher, making you scoff every time considering you no longer question how sincere the smile he shoots is.

While half of the class focuses on how daring he looks with just a plain white hoodie that hugs the uniform he wears underneath, the other half would be ogling in utter disbelief at the perfect marks littering every exam that’s returned to him.

So overall, your suspicions of his façade come true on this very day when the door to the art room yanks wide open.

A figure storms inside, shutting it behind him loudly for the entire school faculty to hear, but he doesn’t care.

“Fucking cunts.”

[bluesest]

A Virtual Class

The Covid-19 pandemic was something that affected all people, the simple fact of going out on the street was dangerous, but people have always had the singularity of adapting to any environment no matter how bad it is, with the exception of James , James was a 16-year-old student when the pandemic started, for obvious reasons, his school and his studies were frozen for at least a couple of months, luckily there was a way to continue studying without having to face danger, those were the virtual classes.

Since the virtual classes began, James had a hard time adapting, and like many of his classmates since only 2 months had passed since the first class was given, on that day the teacher was going to give an exam that was required to have turned on the cameras to verify that no one cheated, also in that same month a mosquito, which was very common in the city where James lived, brought a disease, it was not serious and could not kill you or hospitalize you, however it was very embarrassing and numbing , Diarrhea, diarrhea spread throughout the city thanks to the flyes that enter houses, diarrhea was able to survive for 1 week and was very powerful, at least James had not been bitten by one, at least that's what he believed .

One day before the exam, James was studying exhaustively since it was a difficult exam, and more so if it is History, a subject that James was doing very badly, he was studying an entire afternoon with his window that opens to his room so that the air circulated the place, in James's mind there was only room for History and nothing more than he even ignored everything else that surrounded him, a serious mistake, while he read he felt a sharp pain in his hand resting on the desk, when Turning around he realized that a fly had bitten him, James quickly crushed it and continued studying thinking that nothing had happened.

The next day early, James woke up sweating, all his shirt was wet, as soon as James moved he felt a strong gurgling in his stomach, which then turned into a sharp pain, as if it was his instinct, his hands grabbed his stomach, James did not know why his stomach hurt until a great pressure reached his anus, he ran to the bathroom, undressed as fast as he could and sat on the toilet, his buttocks collided with each other and expelled air and a liquid brown, this in turn did not stop splashing the water in the toilet, no matter the force that James made to empty his intestines, it did not seem that his pace slowed down, in pain, James looked at his cell phone and saw that they were 6:30 AM, that is, he woke up half an hour before his alarm went off and his classes started, while his anus was still expelling air, he thought the worst, that he had diarrhea.

James cleaned himself up as fast as he could and left the bathroom, his diarrhea lasted 20 minutes, he only had 10 minutes to connect, he turned on his laptop and entered the class only 2 minutes before it starts, arriving at 7:00 AM the teacher began: "Good morning students, as you know today is the history exam, you have 1 hour to complete it, you have to have the camera and microphone turned on, we have already started" James entered the platform and there were 100 questions of multiple choice, most of them, James hadn't studied, it was only 10 minutes later when James felt a gurgle in his stomach, this time it would be a fart, the bad thing is that he had the microphone on, he quickly turned off the microphone and went I shot that fart, it was a loud and long one, its sound reverberated throughout the room, once he finished he turned on his microphone and returned to the exam, in that half hour James always turned his microphone off and on to fart, the teacher did not know d He had realized this, but now the microphone would no longer be enough, a gurgling sound invaded his stomach, this was a sign that another fart was coming, however a sharp pain entered, and the pressure in his anus returned, James had no choice but to turn it off his camera and microphone, and he took his laptop to the bathroom, there he pulled down his pants and a waterfall opened giving rise to the previous scene again, but this bout of diarrhea was much worse, and while James was in his "Work" in him he heard something that left him cold, it was the voice of his teacher.

The teacher said, "Mr. James, please turn on the camera... if you don't I'll have to fail you" James got up from the toilet, his diarrhea started to slide down his legs and he went to his desk and turned on the camera and microphone , however James hadn't finished shitting, he was staining the chair when a blow to the stomach made James take the laptop and go to the bathroom, big farts squeaked on the porcelain while James groaned in satisfaction, when suddenly he heard a scream :"MR. JAMES, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" James had the camera and microphone on, James was embarrassed while his teacher recriminated him, but another voice came out: "I don't see anything wrong with him" it was his best friend Luis, the teacher was going to reproach him but Luis changed the angle of the camera and showed that he was also shitting, Joking Luis said: "That happens to you for not knowing (liquid diarrhea) adapt" James was blushing, Elias also turned on his camera and he was shitting, then Jeff, then Fernan, and suddenly all the class was in the bathroom, almost everyone had an impressive liquid diarrhea accompanied by thunderous farts, the furious teacher reproached the students, but before finishing, a (Plop) and a wet fart were heard in his microphone, the teacher He left the room, everyone was laughing, more than one had an erection, James no longer felt alone in this, although he knew that the whole class would get into trouble.

[kooktrash]

14 and jk pls

okay bestie, 14: sleepover and decide to play t or d BUT WITH A TWIST. I got inspo from the CUT game Truth Or Drink, but anyways. hope you like it. omg I’m scared

summary: you’ve been friends with Jungkook for months now, a severe thunderstorm and a drinking game blurs the lines between friendship and more.

warning(s): mature language, college friends, drinking, jungkook is a bit flirty, some of the questions are dirty, implied smut, friends with feeling. Plot with little porn.

truth or drink | jeon jungkook

- “The weather app sucks ass,” he huffed, staring out the window into the thunderstorm waiting for him outside. His eyes shifted down to the app, which changed from a warm night to showcasing clouds of gray and thunder on his screen.

“Severe Thunder Storm warning, if you are from any of the following districts, blah blah blah, remain sheltered from the time being until 6:45am the following day,” you read the weather alert out loud. Jungkook looked back at you, “Um what? I live clear across town, how the hell am I gonna get through that?”

It was true. Your dear friend lived far from your place, and the original plan for the two of you tonight was to study for your Psych exam and then go out for drinks with your friends. It had already been a struggle trying to get him to study, but now he was in an even worse mood because you weren’t going to be able to go out drinking. “Just sleepover crybaby,” you rolled your eyes making yourself comfortable on your couch, “Let’s drink or something.”

“Just us two?” He gnawed on his bottom lip nervously stepping away from the window and looking down at you, “Won’t it be boring?”

“Jieun’s got some drinking games here somewhere, check the media console,” you instructed him, stretching lazily as you pushed yourself up again, “I’ll go find something to drink for us. I think we still have some bottles of Soju laying around.”

“Truth or Drink, what the fuck is that?” Jungkook asked, scooting next to you on the coffee table as he held a little white box. Upon opening it he was met with four different card deck boxes, he read them carefully, “Which one should we do?”

He read the box, Last Call, eyes skimming the quick summary on the back, “Warning, do not play these questions unless it’s very late and you’ve got nothing to lose. Let’s play this one. Wait but it says three or more people.”

You poured Soju into two small glasses, “Yeah it’s to help find winners because the dealer has to choose between two answers. But let’s just play it a different way, there’s usually two questions on a card, we choose the best one, ask the other person and if they can’t answer they drink. And then we can ask the second question if we want to.”

“I need a beginner’s drink real quick,” he chugged down the liquor set in front of them, urging you to do the same, “I want to go first. I just have to pick a card from the pile and ask you?”

You nodded, setting two small piles on the table and waiting for him to decide which one he wants to ask. His eyes widened, “Oh fuck, these questions are heavy. First one and it’s already a lot. Um anyways,” he shook his head as if giving himself motivation, “Does our relationship bring out the best in you? In me? If not, why?”

You thought about it for a moment, “I think, we bring out the best in each other. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh easily and always make me feel comfortable and not a lot of people make me feel that way. I do think I am a better person because of our friendship.”

He wiped at his eye, pretending to shed a tear, “That was beautiful. Okay hurry up, ask me something.” He set the card to the side, waiting patiently for you to choose one. You laughed reading the question, “Who is in control of our relationship?”

“Fuck you, you know you are,” Jungkook huffed crossing his arms in front of him, “Everybody calls me your little puppy. I have separation anxiety it is not my fault.” The two of you chuckled, you watched him reach into the deck again, brows arching as he read, “What am I the most ignorant about?”

You debated answering. There were a few things your friend was ignorant about but you weren’t sure how to say it. In reality the two of you had barely been friends for a little over a year and though you hung out all the time you weren’t sure you were ready to have any deeper conversations. You reached for your drink, taking a drink swiftly ignoring the way his jaw dropped to the floor, “Don’t play with me, answer.”

“I can’t,” you shrugged, “I already took a drink. It’s Truth or Drink, not Truth and Drink.” He leaned forward a little, pout evident on his face, “Please. Please just answer this one. This is the only one I’ll ask you to do.”

“Fine!” You groaned throwing yourself back onto the pillow you set behind you, “I think you can be ignorant when it comes to your looks.” His brows furrowed, turning toward you, tempted to lay down as well. “I mean,” you thought for a moment, “Everyone knows you’re an attractive guy, except you. You’re always complaining about being single or lonely. And I know a ton of girls who’d kill to go on a date with you.”

“Wait,” he shook his head trying to process the information, “You think I’m attractive?” You rolled your eyes, sitting back up with a sigh, “That wasn’t part of the question. My turn.”

You sighed, reading the question out loud, “Do I often seem like I’m being fake?”

He thought for a moment, “Yes. Sometimes I feel like, you don’t really want to be friends with me, or that I annoy you and you just don’t know how to tell me to leave you alone. Or that you just keep me around because you’re bored.”

“Aw,” you frowned, “Oh my god, Kook I’m sorry I make you feel that way. I promise our friendship is 100% real and I am not being fake about it at all.” He smiled widely looking over to the other decks, picking the red one up, “Extra Dirty, let’s play it.”

“No,” you groaned as he changed the mood in the room rather quickly with his distracted mind. He ignored you reading the summary, “Sex, drugs, and rock n roll. All the questions your dark subconscious wants to ask your friends. Yeah let’s play it, the other deck was getting too emotional, can we do this one instead?”

“Fine but if it’s anything too weird I’m just drinking,” you told him. He nodded understandingly as he reached for a card, choking on his own spit for a minute before an evil smile came to his face, “What’s something you wish your ex would have done sexually, but didn’t?”

Fuck. Of course he’d be smiling at this question. Jungkook absolutely hated your ex boyfriend, Hobi. He thought he was rude and sexist and you had to agree just a little. You were friends with Hobi now but he wasn’t the best in a relationship. “Fuck,” you bit your lower lip in concentration, “I’ll tell you but this stays between you and I.”

He stuck his pinky finger out, locking it with yours as he waited eagerly for your answer. You weren’t going to pussy out of a question again so you were just going to say it. “He could never make me cum from eating me out, like never, not even with his fingers,” you hurriedly covered your face with your hands embarrassment filling you as it sat quietly on Jungkook’s end. The breakup was fairly recent so it was still a little awkward and the few hook ups you ve had since then sucked ass. “My turn,” you reached for a card taking his silence as a sign of awkwardness.

Huffing, you read carefully, “Do you find me physically attractive? What if I bat my eyelashes like this?” You did as the card said, batting your lashes at him with innocent and big eyes. He sat for a moment, “Most definitely, he said quickly grabbing another card, “You’re unbelievably attractive. Anyways.”

You could see his tongue push against his cheek, brows knitted together, “What’s your most complimented anatomical feature as described by your lovers?”

You chuckled lightly, “Realistically? Probably my chest.” You caught the way his eyes lingered down for a moment, face softening as he nodded his head. You giggled looking down at the card you just picked from the pile, “Are you loud during sex? Demonstrate with a dramatic interpretation of your signature sounds.”

“I’m drinking,” he mumbled but you shook your head laughing. “No no, you had me answer a question after I drank so I’m gonna do the same. I really want to hear what you got.” He groaned, covering his face in his hands, “Give me a minute, let me take this drink first.”

“Okay so,” he cleared his throat, “I wouldn’t say I’m loud, but I’m not quiet either. I think it also depends on what we’re doing. I’m louder when I’m getting my dick sucked, and it kinda sounds like, um,” he paused for a second. Breathing getting heavier as he began to show you, his mouth fell open, small whines leaving his lips followed by a couple grunts, “Fuck! Okay I’m done. Let me pick a damn card.”

You bursted out laughing as his ears turned a dark red. “It’s getting serious,” you giggled not noticing the way his embarrassed expression turned into a sly smirk, “Got your ass bestie, now it’s your turn. Give a passionate example of your dirty talk.”

You threw yourself back dramatically, debating on taking a drink or not. He smiled, “If you drink you’re a pussy.” “Fine hold on,” you say up scooting closer to him. Clearing your throat, you touched his shoulder lightly, bringing yourself closer to his ear too scared to say it loud so you chose to whisper instead. “You have really pretty hands Kook,” you started. He tensed underneath you for a moment, “I wouldn’t mind having them wrapped around my neck here and there.” Maybe it was the liquor already in your system but this wasn’t as embarrassing as you thought it’d be, and the goosebumps on his skin were making you want to say just a little bit more before it ended.

“And your fingers are so long and pretty,” you looked down at his tattooed hand, “I wonder how they’d feel all over me— Okay I’m done! My turn,” you grabbed a card, ignoring his silent stance. “If we were in a porn together, what category would it be under?”

He cleared his throat sitting straighter as he recollected himself, “Probably something along the lines of, ‘College Hunk Destroys Bratty Girl’ yeah that’d definitely be it.”

“You’re annoying,” you rolled your eyes as he went on for his turn, reading it loudly, “Are you a good kisser? If so, demonstrate.”

“It does not say that,” you muttered. You knew for a fact it didn’t. When Jieun got the game the two of you read every card in every deck and none of them were that suggestive. They said crazy things but nothing that involved intimate physical contact with someone else playing. “It does,” Jungkook said as matter-of-fact. “Okay then show me where it says that.”

“No.”

“Then you’re a liar,” you reached for the card but he held it away, “If you’re a bad kisser just say that Y/n.”

“I’m not!” You whined stretching forward for the card, hand pushing in his knee. He smiled at you, holding the card high as your faces were just a mere inches away from each other, “Well then demonstrate or take the L.” You sighed, hands using his legs to push yourself forward. He stared down at you, arm slowly lowering but his grip on the card was tight in case you tried snatching it out. You looked down at his parted and waiting lips, debating if you should actually go for it.

You were both a little tipsy, and you could always just blame your kiss on the alcohol. It wasn’t like you never thought about Jungkook in that way but you did your best to keep it as a simple friendship. Getting the courage, your back arched slightly as you leaned up to connect your lips with his softly. It was a soft kiss, his lips mets yours immediately going in for it. It wasn’t anything special but he was very obviously a good kisser. When you felt him dip in to further the kiss you attempted to pull away, his following lips going after you. Before you could catch your breath after your separation, his hand dropped the card, Both hands flying to your jaw and cupping your face in his hands as he pulled you in again.

You fell forward, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. His large hands were soft, the pad of his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he pushed his tongue against you. You opened your mouth a little more allowing him access. Your could hear buzzing in the back, but as you tried to pull away, Jungkook only held you closer. You didn’t mind though, if you would’ve known kissing your best friend felt this good, you might’ve tried it sooner. His hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you swiftly onto his lap, as he leaned back against the legs of the couch. You pressed yourself closer deepening the kiss as your hands grinned onto his hair lightly. His hands brushed your sides and under your shirt. His cold hands on your bare stomach surprised you, the hand gripping a lock of hair pulled causing him to let out a breathy groan.

He pushed you down onto the floor, hovering above you as he wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands pushed your shirt up, kisses trailing down your jaw and neck, “If you don’t want this, tell me now because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

“I want you,” you told him as he looked down at you with doe eyes. “I want you too.”

yoongi: i got locked out of my place. ur at y/n’s right? can I come over?

yoongi: hellooooo

yoongi: ANSWER YOUR PHONE

yoongi: if I catch a cold I’m suing fat

A/n OKAY LISTEN. I wanted to put smut in but I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with that so I chose not to. I hope you like it, and I can always do a Drabble with smut if that’s something you want. Thank you for requesting bestie, and DONT BE SHY

[horanghater]

Overture

Summary: Good things come to those who wait. Not that Hoseok has a choice. ▸ Pairing: Hoseok x NB!reader ▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ / smut, pwp / established relationship ▸ Warnings: D/S dynamics, sex toys, overstim, creampie, oral lite™ (m!receiving) ▸ Word Count: 1.8k ▸ A/N: I had an itch that only bottom!tan could scratch. Siya, thank you for giving this filth this a once-over! This is also part of a lovely little event! Holiday in Handcuffs ❄️ hosted by @bangtanbathhouse arrived just in time! Spaces: D6, A9, B9, and C9 (This is a true pwp, so everything’s gotta go under the cut)

You hadn't allowed Hoseok to touch himself for all of November, but that didn't mean you couldn't touch him. For weeks, you went out of your way to tease him even more than usual. Gone were the gentle brushes against his thighs or chest in the warmth of your shared bed. Instead, you'd cage him in the galley kitchen or the closet, shoving your hands into his pants roughly to "inspect" him and make sure there wasn't any cum in his underwear. You'd twist your wrist until you were at the perfect angle to close your fist around his length and squeeze, telling him this was "part of the exam" as you brought him to a half chub. Just as Hoseok would try to hump into you, to get any kind of friction, you'd declare the frisking complete. He'd fall for it every time, getting more and more needy as the month went on, and he learned to expect your ministrations.

Hoseok didn't sleep on November 30th, anxious for your touch in the dark quiet of the night. But your touch did not come and neither did he. The next day you'd pointedly ignored his pouts and quiet whines, pushing him to approach you outright. He'd come up behind you in the living room for once, slotting his arms under yours to pull you close and nuzzle into the side of your neck. When he moved to brush curious fingers over your nipples through your clothes, you laced yours with his lovingly. It meant "no". And though he relocated his grasp to safer territory, Hoseok pressed himself into you in a silent plea.

That, too, was ignored for another week.

Finally, Hoseok is getting what he's been begging for - halfway through December. His hands are bound above his head with thick, cotton rope. His legs don't get the same treatment - a rare occasion - but Hoseok learns about thirty minutes into the scene that it isn't for his benefit; you just like it when he squirms.

You've been sitting sex to sex with your legs on top of his. It's not quite close enough to bring either of you satisfaction, but it's the perfect angle to keep him from thrashing too much as you hold his aching shaft with one hand while the other palms wet circles over his leaking tip. It's only been about an hour and Hoseok usually takes longer to work up like this, but he's already passed from desperate to delirious. At this point, he’s sobbing from even the slightest touch now and his dick is a dangerous, deep red as it strains on his stomach, cock ring keeping his orgasm tightly locked inside of his balls. Though it does absolutely nothing to stop the warm pre pooling on his abdomen.

Hoseok hiccups as you reach to grab his cheeks between your thumb and forefinger. Your skin is so soft, smooth against his, yet the pressure of your grip is harsh. It's a perfect reflection of your relationship at this moment: Tender. Torturous. Your signature gentleness is back, but it's not exactly benevolent.

"Do you want to cum?" you ask him calmly, as your other hand ghosts along his thigh.

Your touch is borderline agonizing and Hoseok's eyes flutter before he can catch himself. Your hand on his face immediately pulls his attention back, digging so hard into his cheeks now that his lips fish ridiculously. "Hoseok."

He's barely capable of coherent speech at this point, but he knows better than to leave your questions unanswered. "Nnngh – Please, yes, p-please."

Your palm slides down to splay across his neck and you tap his loaded balls with a finger. Hoseok's hips jerk so hard that he feels you flexing your legs to keep from bouncing off. You don't acknowledge the movement otherwise, opting to slightly slap his angry cock and pretend he's not at his limit instead. "Too bad."

When you do lift yourself off of Hoseok, his legs are leadened with static. He tries to crane his neck to see where you're going – pleasenononopleasenodon'tleavepleaseno. This isn't one of those nights where you cross the room to watch him break from the comfort of your armchair, luckily. Instead, you return to him quickly with hollowed cheeks closing around as much of his length as you can fit into your mouth. 

Hoseok wails, his body nearly jackknifes from the electricity shooting through his limbs. His member throbs painfully and it feels like he's cumming dry. It's not the first time he's accidentally fucked your throat and though he's definitely not supposed to without permission, he also knows that the nasty gwak that escapes you makes your eyes cross.

Hoseok thinks he can't take any more of this, but as always, you know his body best. You flatten your tongue along the underside of his shaft and hold it there, humming softly. He's almost hyperventilating beneath you, eyes screwed shut as he focuses on trying not to fire his load past the vice at his base like a sawed-off shotgun. But when you drag your mouth up to the head and lap at his endless string of precum and then envelop him fully again, he's certain you're playing with the trigger just for the sake of sadistic cruelty. 

He fucking loves it.

Drool is the first thing that comes out of Hoseok's mouth, coating the sides of his chin. After that, he hopes it's words. He's trying to beg just the way you like. It's less about what he says and more about how he says it. It has to be loud and broken, with no room to wonder who the only person that can make him like this could be.

He's not sure if he's said anything close to a sentence, but you pull off of him to offer him something disgusted as mercy. 

"If I take this off, you'll be good for me. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" 

Hoseok almost gives himself whiplash nodding "yes" and you chuckle between his legs. Just your breath against him makes his cock twitch.

"Remember: behave yourself," you warn. "You cum when I say so. Tell me you understand."

Hoseok's voice cracks from the strain. "'M good, understand." He does muster the strength to look you in the eyes. At this point he doesn't have to put on a face to gain your (nonexistent) sympathy – it's already painted so pretty, with tear tracks and saliva and an expression that only takes his features when he's given himself to you completely.

Deft fingers finally remove the cock ring. You're as gentle as you can be, but the release of pressure is too much and Hoseok snaps instantly despite the promise that's just left his lips. He hears a distant coo of "cute~" before blood thunders in his ears and he cums, shouting as his hot release shoots up to his flushed chest. He knows he's earned himself a punishment and starts crying again in both anticipation and relief.

The flames of pleasure bursting from Hoseok's gut are so intense that he doesn't notice you lean over to grab something from the side table next to the bed. The aftershocks of his orgasm are still licking at his fingertips when your free hand clasps around his spent dick yet again – and he just about levitates above the bed. He's probably begging again - who knows for what - and you shush him lovingly.

"Oh doll," you admonish, words sickly sweet, "I didn't say you could do that." 

You pump him, slow and firm, only swatting at his leg when he futilely attempts to escape your grasp. Hoseok's sore all over. His shoulders hurt from staying in position above him and his length can't possibly fill again.

Until it does. Something like adrenaline (masochism?) dulls the rest of his aching muscles. At this point, Hoseok is just crying to cry. There's nothing else he can do beneath you like this. He wasn't even aware that his body could withstand this much.

Hoseok hears a cap flip open and then cold pouring over his cock. He hisses at the contact and knows it's lube. He knows how this is going to go.

"You don't cum until I say," you repeat.

It's your final warning before the warm, soft walls of a fleshlight suck down every inch of Hoseok's abused dick. You don't bother to ease him into it, fucking him like a piston as he howls on his back like a bitch. It's simultaneously too fast and too slow, the sensation of being swallowed by expertly crafted walls overwhelming his senses.

You don't stop plunging the fleshlight around him, but Hoseok feels the weight on the bed shift as you reposition yourself just enough to snake a hand between your legs with a miniature vibrator. As collected as you may be, this has been undoing you as well - as evidenced by the way you jerk and the way oxygen punches from your lungs as the silicone meets your sex.

If Hoseok had an ounce of cockiness left in him, he'd certainly comment on how badly this is affecting you too. But when you tell your baby to cum, he's too preoccupied with the orgasm that's wrung from him in a matter of seconds. A single command is enough for his ears to work the sound into a violent spasm, body taut and mouth open wide with a silent scream as he releases for the second time that night. He feels warmth spread around his member and mix with the lubricant in the fleshlight. You hold it there until he comes down from his high long enough to finally meet your expectant gaze.

You slot the toy that you were just playing with into your mouth, mirth in your eyes as you taste your own arousal on the smooth material. You preen in the way Hoseok's gaze scrapes over you. "Such a good boy for me. I knew you could do it."

Hoseok smiles weakly at the praise and gives his best "hmmm" in response, though it staccatos into a breathless moan as the fleshlight is pulled off of him with a squelch, effectively creaming him.

You crawl up to untie his hands, lightly brushing his sore wrists as they're freed. Hoseok nuzzles his face into your side as you release him, spittle-sodden fabric of the sheets cold against his shoulder as he cranes awkwardly to reach whatever part of you that he can.

When Hoseok's arms weakly wrap around your waist, you cradle him there until his hummingbird pulse becomes less frantic.

"Color, sweetheart?"

Hoseok presses a lazy kiss into your ribs, mumbling against you. "Green." He's exhausted, but his libido has a way of giving him bursts when it comes to doing anything with you.

You pull back from him so you can drink in his angelic face yet again, carding a hand through his hair lovingly. 

"Good," you declare finally, "because I'm going to use that pretty mouth next."

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[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 4

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: cheating obviously, some angst and fluff, public teasing, unprotected sex (oops), light degradation/impact play/begging, use of restraints, brief face sitting, shit just goes down in general just wait

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: hey... how y’all doing... yeah I disappeared... but I’m back! The past two months were a mess but I’m ready to come back now and I’m v excited. Pls accept this chapter as a token of my forgiveness </3 Feedback is appreciated as always :) AND THANK U FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!! :D

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The ride home was quiet.

Jisoo had drank a little too much, and it was evident by the way she laid her head upon your shoulder and mumbled slurred gibberish against your skin.

You opted to ignore her drunken antics, and instead just wrapped your arm around her shoulder while training your eyes on the darkness outside the front window.

Only when Jisoo trudged over to her bed after taking off her makeup and changing her clothes did she seem to have sobered up. She sprawled across her mattress, her face pressed into the blankets, before she turned and gazed at you. You were laying on your own bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you stared up at the ceiling.

Finally, Jisoo spoke a coherent sentence.

"Where did you go?" She asked. "At the party," she added a moment later.

You hesitated for a second.

"Wonwoo called me so I went to the bathroom. And then we fought because he was pissed that I went to a party without telling him." You explained. It wasn't a lie; that was what happened, before Mingyu showed up of course.

Jisoo sat up quickly in her bed, crossing her legs like a child listening intently to a teacher. She placed a hand under her chin and narrowed her eyes at you.

"You fought..." She started but trailed off. "Is that why you went off with Mingyu?" She questioned.

You stopped toying with the fabric of your shirt, completely frozen in place at the accusation.

"What?" You responded, your mouth suddenly dry. You sat up in your own bed now, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Come on, I'm not stupid." Jisoo rolled her eyes. "I saw you and Mingyu going upstairs. And then a minute later some guy comes in screaming about how he found Mingyu and some girl fucking in the bathroom. It wasn't hard to put two and two together."

You were horrified. It felt as if a hard punch had been delivered to your gut and a million wasps stung your skin at once. You could barely catch your breath.

"Wha- Does everyone know?" You cried, not even attempting to cover up that you had sex with Mingyu; Jisoo had already figured it out, and there was no way you could ever convince her otherwise.

Jisoo shook her head. "No, I only knew cause I saw you with him. And I didn't say anything to anyone." She reassured you.

You didn't say anything else. Hell, you couldn't even think of anything to say. You threw yourself back against the bed, covering your face with your hands. Embarrassment ate away at you.

Jisoo watched you in your distressed state, and she almost felt inclined to apologize. She shook away the thought and asked: "What are you gonna do?"

You peeled your hands off your face and sighed. You felt like crying again. You hated it; you were so sick of crying.

"What am I supposed to do?" You responded. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

Jisoo chewed on her bottom lip as she thought for a moment. "Well... do you still wanna be with Wonwoo?"

"Yes," you said quickly. "I still love him. And I miss him a lot. But I just... things have been really bad lately."

Jisoo finally laid back down, mimicking you by staring at the ceiling. "You're gonna have to talk things out with him then. Be honest. Stop seeing Mingyu." She sighed. "That's what I would do."

You knew that Jisoo was right. But the thought of cutting off Mingyu left a sour taste in your mouth. You liked him a lot, as a person, and it felt unfair to just ditch him after the times he was there to comfort you.

But this was all so much more unfair to Wonwoo.

"Are you sure... that you wanna stay with Wonwoo?" Jisoo added in response to your silence.

Were you sure?

You said that you loved him: You loved the Wonwoo that took you to the cafe near campus and bought you your favorite latte; the Wonwoo that spent hours in bed with you binge-watching dumb cartoons; the Wonwoo that stayed up late with you on weekends to help you study for your exams.

He was still that same person. Things were just different now that you were far apart and couldn't be in each other's presence anymore.

Right?

Would the Wonwoo from a year ago have ignored your texts and angrily hung up on you?

How could this all possibly be to blame on some distance?

Jisoo took your silence as an answer and cleared her throat to regain your attention. She shifted onto her side to look at you, and you turned your head to meet her eyes.

"Look, I don't think you're a bad person, okay? I think you just made some mistakes." She said. "I know you care a lot about him, but long distance doesn't work for everyone."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop them from watering.

"Just think about it, okay? I don't want you or other people getting hurt." Jisoo said. She rolled onto her other side, her back now facing you. "Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

"Goodnight," you finally responded. Your voice was hoarse and weak.

You swallowed, and then reached for your phone.

You: that guy from the bathroom told everyone about you Sent at 12:48 AM

To your surprise, Mingyu responded quickly.

Mingyu: oh I know Sent at 12:48 AM

Mingyu: don't worry I already put him in his place Sent at 12:48 AM

You giggled quietly to yourself as you typed a response.

You: should I be scared for him? Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: nah he'll live Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: goodnight Y/N Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: sweet dreams :) Sent at 12:50 AM

Just as you finished typing a reply, quiet vibrating sounded from Jisoo's side of the room.

She stirred in her light state of sleep, feeling around her bed and eventually pulling her phone out from under her pillow. "Hello?" She said, hints of tiredness evident in her voice.

You wondered who could possibly be calling her right now. You guessed it was Seungcheol, but once Jisoo shot up in her bed alarmingly fast you began to doubt yourself.

"What?" She cried. "Is he okay?"

You sat up yourself now, watching her with concern as she turned on the light and began rummaging through her closet.

"I'm leaving right now. No, I'll be fine. I'll text you." She said as she pulled a backpack out and began wildly shoving items into it.

"What? Where are you going? What's going on?" You questioned once she hung up.

"My dad's in the hospital. Had a stroke or a heart attack or something, I don't know." Jisoo rambled without looking at you. She ran over to the bathroom with her bag in hand. "I'm going home for a few days." She explained from the other room.

When she walked back into the room, her backpack was slung over her shoulders and her eyes were shiny with tears.

"I hope he's okay. Please be safe." You responded, though it just made you feel useless.

"Thank you," she said, looking at you with saddened eyes before turning towards the door. "I'll see you soon." She called over her shoulder before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

Then you were left alone, with nothing but the dark room and the thoughts that weighed on your conscience.

You found it difficult to fall asleep that night.

When you walked into class on Tuesday, Mingyu looked different.

His hair was pushed back in his signature style and he wore his usual plain shirt and jeans, but something about him was changed. His chest seemed to be lifted with a newfound confidence.

He gave you a small smile when you approached him, and you swore you noticed his eyes graze over your figure, but you sat down without saying anything. You adjusted your skirt as you settled into your seat and pulled out your phone.

You anxiously checked your notifications, waiting for Wonwoo's name to appear, but there was still no answer.

You finally had sent him a text this morning saying that you needed to talk to him. You had spent the past few days thinking about what Jisoo said, and it was difficult to admit, but she was right.

Now it was just a waiting game until Wonwoo was ready to talk.

A notification caused your phone to buzz, and you perked up as you thought it might be Wonwoo, but instead it was a text from Mingyu.

You glanced over at him with your brows furrowed, and he just stared ahead, biting his lip to suppress a smirk. You opened the message.

Mingyu: you look good Sent at 10:05 AM

Your skin flushed at the compliment, and you quickly typed a reply.

You: you couldn't have said that to me in person? Sent at 10:06 AM

His own phone vibrated against the desk with your response. He picked it up nonchalantly, huffing out a quiet laugh.

Mingyu: well the reason I didn't say it out loud Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: is cause I also wanted to say that I keep thinking about last weekend Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: when your thighs were shaking Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: seeing you in that skirt reminded me of it Sent at 10:07 AM

You impulsively pressed your thighs together, your eyes widening and your lips flattening into a line as each message showed up on your screen.

You: you really think this is the time and place to be saying that? Sent at 10:07 AM

You: calm down you're acting like a douchey frat boy Sent at 10:07 AM

You smiled to yourself at your teasing reply, and you heard Mingyu quietly chuckle.

Mingyu: wowwwww Sent at 10:07 AM

Mingyu: don't act like you don't like it Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: I see you rubbing your thighs together over there Sent at 10:08 AM

You felt your face burn up as you realized he could see the effect he had on you. You didn't respond, letting him continue on.

Mingyu: I know you're a bad girl Y/N Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: you liked it when I spanked you Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: bet you'd like it if I touched you here right now Sent at 10:09 AM

You clicked your phone off quickly, setting it down against the desk. Your face was red, and you cleared your throat, trying to focus as the professor finally entered the room.

You kept your gaze locked on the front of the room, but you could still see Mingyu shifting closer to you out of the corner of your eye.

Just as the professor began talking, fingers brushed against your thigh and began toying with the hem of your skirt. You swallowed thickly, cursing yourself for the growing arousal between your legs.

Mingyu turned his head slightly towards you. "Don't react," he whispered. He turned his attention back to the front of the room, but his hand remained on your thigh, now softly squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

You inhaled a shaky breath, nervously glancing around the room. Luckily, you and Mingyu sat at the edge of the back row; the only other people in your row sat further down and to the left of Mingyu. His body and the desk most likely concealed everything that he was doing to you, but you were still fearful of getting caught.

His hand trailed upwards, slipping underneath your skirt. His fingers pressed into your inner thigh and you bit your lip. He stared forward, his face blank, as if nothing was happening.

His hand brushed against your core, and you inhaled sharply. The corner of his lip quirked up at the sound. Then he pressed his fingers against your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Your thighs squeezed shut around his hand instinctively, and Mingyu tsked quietly before pushing your legs apart again. He began rubbing slow circles through the fabric, your arousal soaking through. Your stomach was twisting into a tighter knot with each moment that passed.

Then Mingyu suddenly slipped his fingers beneath your underwear, pressing into your bare folds. You gasped quietly and quickly grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Stop," you muttered, your voice full of alarm. Mingyu pulled his hand away, and you clenched as you were left with nothing, but you let out a relieved sigh. You were panting quietly, and he glanced at you with worry in his eyes as he wiped his hand on his pants.

You pulled out your phone and quickly texted him.

You: we can't do that here Sent at 10:14 AM

Mingyu: I'm sorry Sent at 10:14 AM

You glanced at him, and he looked back at you. You nodded as if to say "it's okay" and chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated sending your next message.

You: come over tonight Sent at 10:15 AM

Mingyu's tongue darted out to lick his lips and he turned his head towards you. His lips were upturned into a smirk as he gave you an affirming nod.

Time seemed to crawl during the rest of your classes for the day; you were anticipating Wonwoo's response and running over in your mind what you were planning on doing with Mingyu later.

As evening approached, a large hole formed in the pit in your stomach. Wonwoo still had yet to respond, which left a bitter taste in your mouth; you guessed he still wasn't done giving you the silent treatment.

You almost texted Mingyu a few times to tell him not to come over, but each time, you thought about his hand slipping beneath your skirt in class and erased your message.

You were only okay with this because Jisoo was still gone, but also, the thought of inviting a guy over to have sex while your roommate was visiting her dad in the hospital made you feel guilty. And gross. When did you become so desperate for some dick?

It was around 10 PM now, and you were pacing around your room while waiting for Mingyu to show up. You had changed out of your skirt, now wearing shorts and a crewneck instead.

A knock at the door startled you, and then your stomach dropped. You were really doing this again. You twisted the knob with hands that trembled softly and opened the door.

Mingyu stood on the other side, and you quickly observed his appearance as he stepped into the room. He also had changed his clothes from earlier. Now he was wearing sweatpants and a zip-up over a t-shirt that hugged his chest nicely. His hair was a bit messier, too.

"Hi," you exhaled.

Mingyu stood tall over you, making you feel small and nervous. You fidgeted with your hands as you stared up at him.

"Hey," he replied, licking his lips as he scanned your face.

You hesitated. "Um... do you wanna watch a movie or something?" Internally, you cursed yourself for being so stiff and awkward. But Mingyu's lips turned up into a small smirk and he agreed.

A moment later, his body laid next to yours on the bed while you picked out some random movie on Netflix. Once it started, the rapid beating of your heart didn't allow you to pay attention to the laptop screen; it was so intense you were afraid that Mingyu could feel it.

You were also hyperaware of the sensation of his body lying next to yours. The warmth of his body radiated onto you and the soft fabric of his clothing felt like a blanket against your bare skin.

"Are you even paying attention?" He asked suddenly, causing you jump slightly.

You cleared your throat. "Y-yeah."

"You seem so tense," he teased. He placed his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezed. You inhaled shakily, keeping your eyes on the screen. "Is something on your mind?"

"No," you gulped.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." He said with a hushed voice into your ear. "I know what you invited me here for."

His face was so close that his nose was brushing against the side of your face while he spoke. Your stomach was in a tight knot now, and somehow your heart was beating even faster than before.

"You were so wet when I was touching you today." He continued to tease, lightly biting your ear. The hand that rested on your thigh moved up, his fingers brushing against your clit. "I knew you'd like that. You're dirty, aren't you?"

He pressed his fingers to your clit through your shorts as he asked the question. You whined softly, your hips jerking up at the stimulation. Finally, you turned your head towards him, pressing your lips to his in a rough kiss.

Mingyu bit at your bottom lip while he kissed you, and then pulled away after a moment to glance at the laptop that was still playing the movie. "You're not watching this, right?" He joked before shutting it and placing it on the floor.

He hovered over you now, his body caged between your legs, and went back to kissing you, this time with his tongue slipping past your lips. You moaned against his mouth softly as he pressed his warm body against yours.

He pulled away for a moment, making eye contact with you as he asked: "You sure you wanna do this?" He ran his hand down your side reassuringly as he awaited your reply. "We don't have to." He added before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

The sudden shift in his demeanor left you stunned for a moment; you quickly nodded before you could hesitate. "Yes, Mingyu." The hands that rested on the back of his neck pulled him closer to you, connecting your lips once again.

His hands began to tug the bottom of your shirt up, and the feeling of his fingers brushing against your stomach left small goosebumps across your skin.

Soon, clothes were discarded about the room, leaving you in only your bra and underwear and Mingyu in his sweats. His bare chest pressed against yours as he sucked and nibbled on the skin of your neck. You let out a soft moan, not even caring about the bruises that would later appear.

Mingyu lifted his face from your neck suddenly, mumbling against your cheek with a small smile on his face: "Can I try something with you?"

You stared at him, eyes wide with curiosity, and he grinned. His eyes seemed to flash with something that resembled insecurity before he finally admitted: "I wanna tie your hands."

You felt a gush of arousal between your legs at the thought—the thought of being teased with the inability to touch his skin. You nodded in approval. The corner of his lip twitched up at your receptiveness, and he glanced over his shoulder before grabbing one of your belts off the floor.

He secured it around your wrists before pushing them above your head, and just as he was about to continue leaving kisses across your body, you spoke. "Mingyu?"

His eyes widened as they rapidly scanned your face for signs of discomfort. "Do you not like it? Should I take it off?"

You snickered at how worried he was before asking: "Can you make it tighter?"

Relief flooded over Mingyu, and then he chuckled softly in disbelief. "Anything for you, sweets," he joked while adjusting the restraints around your wrists. You laughed, and the previous anxiety left your body.

Your wrists were bound tighter now, giving Mingyu full control, and his hands squeezed your waist as he placed a kiss on your chest. "I can't believe you," he said. "Acting so innocent when you're really a little whore for me."

His vulgar words shocked you, but you couldn't deny the other effects they had. You whined quietly, desperately raising your hips to meet his. Mingyu pushed your hips back down against the bed, and then one of his hands reached up to grope your chest.

He left wet kisses and bites across your body as he made his way from your neck to your hips, discarding the last of your clothing and leaving you bare beneath him. His jaw dropped a bit as he pulled your underwear down your legs, revealing the arousal that had built up. "So fucking wet," he observed in awe.

He began to kiss and suck on the skin of your inner thighs, avoiding the place where you needed him most. You wanted to reach down and tug at his hair, but the belt around your wrists prevented the action.

You groaned as you tried pushing your body closer to Mingyu's. "Please, Gyu." You begged. Mingyu glanced up at you from between your thighs with a smirk plastered on his face once he saw how desperate you looked.

"Is this what you want?" He asked as he dragged his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal. He rubbed your clit in tight circles and your legs twitched in response.

"More," you said in between moans. You were already sweating and red in the face out of desperation; you could feel your hair sticking to your forehead.

Mingyu stopped his movements, but his hand remained pressed to your clit, and it throbbed beneath his touch. "What else do you want?" He teased. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could clearly imagine the cocky, satisfied expression on his face right now. "Tell me," he pleaded.

He suddenly resumed his ministrations, this time at a faster pace, which made your stomach twist. You cried out, unable to form any words. "Come on, Y/N. Use your words."

He brought his hand down to your pussy in a rough slap. The sensation caused your entire body to jolt and you let out a whimper in surprise. Mingyu buried his face in your neck before whispering into your ear: "Beg for it."

Finally, you caved, and you arched your back as you moaned, "Please, Gyu. Please fuck me."

A devilish yet satisfied grin settled across his face as he pulled away from you. "Good girl." He quickly said as his hands found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants. You glanced down, seeing the way his cock strained against the fabric. You wanted to reach out and feel him, but all you could do was lie there helplessly as he undressed himself. He lowered his pants further down his hips until he suddenly stopped.

"Do you have condoms?" He questioned, his lips pursing in thought.

You shook your head. "No. Why would I have them?" Realization slowly began to dawn on you. "You didn't for-"

"Fuck," Mingyu groaned while running his palms over his face. "I forgot."

Disappointment settled over you, but the lust you were feeling for him remained. You ran over various thoughts in your mind as you observed his conflicted expression.

Mingyu's arms dropped to his sides. "It's okay," he reassured. "We can do something else." He looked up at you, his previous lust-filled expression returning as he caressed your thighs. "Have you ever sat on anyone's face before?" He suggested.

The thought enticed you—the image of Mingyu between your thighs always made your stomach twist—but ultimately you knew you needed to feel him inside you.

"Just fuck me anyways." You blurted out. Mingyu's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"What?" He cried.

"I'm on the pill," you quickly explained. "You can just... pull out or whatever." Heat rushed to your cheeks; you had become so desperate for him.

You weren't sure what you were doing. Deep down, you knew it was a terrible idea, but you were being controlled by lust—the same lust and desire that made you tell him you wanted to kiss him a few nights ago.

Mingyu's lips were still parted in shock as he scanned your face. "Really?" He didn't see a single hint of hesitation on your visage.

"If that's what you want..." he trailed off. You saw a look of desire return to his eyes as he observed your bare body. Finally, he pushed his pants down his hips and leaned over you again.

His forearms rested on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him as he slipped his tongue into your mouth once again.

He reached down and grabbed hold of his hardened cock, guiding it through the folds of your pussy. Your jaw hung open and a deep moan escaped your throat at the pleasure. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear." Mingyu mumbled into your ear in response to your moans.

He coated himself in your arousal as he continued to rub his cock against you, his tip nudging your clit and teasing you with the smallest bit of relief. He buried his face in your neck as he finally pushed himself into you.

A loud moan fell from his lips at the feeling. This was so much different from last time. It felt warm and soft and bare. Every sensation felt amplified; the stimulation was so intense.

"Holy shit," you gasped. You felt it too.

Mingyu's hips stuttered as he bottomed out inside you. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned. His words mixed with his hot breath against your throat made your entire body burn up. Mingyu slowly pulled himself out of you, and your back arched as his cock rubbed against your walls before he pushed into you again roughly.

Your chest rose and fell quickly with each short breath you took while Mingyu set his pace of his hips slapping against yours. Your back was still arched, and your hips lifted up uncontrollably to meet his.

"F-fuck," you whined. Your arms tried to spread apart, but they were restricted by the belt again. There was a dull ache in your wrists, but it only added to the pleasurable mix of sensations you were feeling right now.

His hands were squeezing your waist tight, to the point where you thought there might be marks there later. He thrusted into you quickly, desperately trying to reach his high. You opened your eyes to watch his euphoric expression: his head was tilted back, his lips parted, and eyes fluttered shut.

He let out a particularly loud moan and his eyes met yours. A small smile found its way to his lips before his eyes grazed down until they reached your chest. He watched the way your breasts bounced with each movement, and the sight nearly made his eyes roll back into his head.

"You gonna come?" He choked out as he saw the pleasure on your face. You moaned in response, unable to speak. He leaned over you and wrapped his hand around your throat. He stopped for a moment, before roughly pushing into you, his hips slapping against yours.

Finally, he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to thrust into you. The knot in your stomach burned and tightened. You clenched around him, which caused him to choke out a moan.

The pressure in your stomach reached its breaking point. Your body was washed over with a feeling of euphoria as your thighs shook uncontrollably. You could barely hear yourself when you let out a loud cry.

Your moans, the euphoric look on your face, and the feeling of you clenching around him all led to the snap of pleasure in Mingyu's core. He gasped as he struggled to pull himself out of you. "Fuck, I'm coming."

Hot ropes of cum painted across your stomach. Mingyu's chest rose and fell with his pants and moans as he watched the substance cover your body.

"Fuck," he whispered in awe once his orgasm faded away and he admired the mess he left on you.

Just as you were trying to catch your breath and relax your arms, they were stopped by the belt again. "Are you gonna take this off me now?" You asked.

Mingyu chuckled. "I guess so." He finally undid the loop and threw the belt to the floor. You sighed in relief. Mingyu quickly noticed the red marks on your wrists and caressed the irritated skin. "Oh, no. You could've told me it was hurting you." He frowned.

"No, it's fine. I-I liked it." You admitted sheepishly. Luckily, your cheeks were still red from before, so it hid the embarrassed flush of your skin. It was true, though. You never did these types of things before, and you certainly never thought pleasure and pain could go together, but you now that you had experienced it, you were enjoying it all too much.

Mingyu shook his head in disbelief, a smile spreading across his lips as he stared at you. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his softly.

After a moment, Mingyu pushed you back slightly. "You, uh, probably don't wanna get that on your bed." He pointed to the cum on your stomach. You glanced down. You had almost forgotten it was there.

"Yeah, you're probably right." You laughed. Mingyu reached over for a tissue to wipe it off. The two of you cleaned up, and soon you were lying next to him on the bed again, with him back in his sweats and you with an oversized shirt on.

You faced each other, but your head was curled up against his chest, listening to the quiet sound of his heart beating beneath his ribs.

"You don't seem sad this time." He said. His chest vibrated beneath you as he spoke. You pulled away to look at him with your brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. All the other times we've done this you just seem sad after. But this time you don't." He noted.

You shrugged. "You seem different too. More cocky, I guess."

Mingyu pushed you playfully. "Shut up," he snickered.

"No, seriously!" You exclaimed with a laugh. "You were so awkward like a week ago and then today you pulled that stupid stunt in class!" You playfully smacked him back in the chest.

"Okay, yeah. You're right." Mingyu smiled, and then he sighed. "I guess I'm just... getting used to this."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, both thinking of the same thing.

Mingyu rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Which I really shouldn't be," he continued. You chewed on your lip as you pondered what to say.

"I'm breaking up with him."

Saying it out loud made realization hit you like a ton of bricks. But you weren't upset anymore. You would miss all those trips to the coffee shop and weekends in bed from over the past two years, but they had already come to an end the moment you packed up and moved away. At this point, he had become someone you used to know—someone you were holding on to when maybe you should have let go a long time ago.

Mingyu was quiet for a moment. "Wow," he finally spoke. "That's probably for the best. You didn't seem happy."

"Yeah..." you trailed off. An awkward silence started to settle, so you cleared your throat and quickly changed subjects. "So, I haven't heard much about this frat you're in."

Mingyu chuckled softly, turning towards you again. "What do you wanna know?" His hands idly reached for yours, fidgeting with and rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

You thought for a second. "Hmm, I guess... who are the other guys besides you, Cheol, Seungkwan, Seokmin, and bathroom guy?"

Mingyu let out a loud laugh. "Oh, God. Bathroom guy is Soonyoung. I swear, he's the smartest yet stupidest person you'll ever meet." He paused, his face contorted in thought. "Then there's Josh..."

You slowly stirred awake, scrunching your face once you realized the light was still on and about to blind you the second you opened your eyes. You peeked open an eye, glancing around your room for the clock. It was almost 4 AM. You sighed, groggily trying to sit up and recollect what you were doing before you fell asleep, but an arm was weighing you down.

You glanced over your shoulder, and were taken back in surprise for a second when you saw Mingyu lying next to you. The two of you must have dozed off at some point without realizing, and now he was pressed up against you from behind with his arm draped over your waist. He was sleeping deeply, with his lips slightly parted and cheeks puffed out.

You peeled his arm off you slowly, careful not to wake him as you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. You observed yourself in the fluorescent lighting. Thankfully, your hair wasn't too messy, but your makeup was still on and smudged around your eyes. Something about it almost made you feel hungover.

You spent a few minutes cleaning yourself up before staring at your reflection. If it wasn't already awkward enough that you and Mingyu accidentally fell asleep together, now he would see you bare-faced and groggy with sleep when he woke up. Sure, you two had sex a couple times, but somehow sleeping together was a thousand times more intimate.

You tiptoed out of the bathroom, slowly shutting the door so it didn't make any noise. You lay back down in bed stiffly, pressing yourself right against the edge to avoid Mingyu's grasp.

Just as you finished turning off the light and settling back into bed, Mingyu's arm reached forward and rested across your waist again.

"What time is it?" He muttered, his voice raspy with sleep. You jumped at the sudden noise.

"Oh, um, it's 4:02." You answered.

Mingyu pushed himself up onto his forearm and rubbed his eyes. "Like, in the morning?" He asked. You told him yes and his eyes widened. "Woah, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." He yawned.

He fully sat up now, running his hands through his messy hair. He turned to you, just barely able to see you in the dark. "I can go, if you want."

Oh, God. Even though this situation was an awkward mess, there was no way you could make him go home now.

"I'm not kicking you out in the middle of the night. What kind of terrible person do you think I am?" You responded, to which Mingyu laughed under his breath. "It's only a few more hours."

"Okay," Mingyu said as he lay on his back again. He rolled onto his side, his back towards you. You sat in silence before Mingyu added, "Thanks for not kicking me out."

You chuckled quietly, allowing your eyes to flutter shut and waiting for sleep to overtake you again.

The next time you woke up, sunlight shone in your eyes. With your eyes squinted shut, you rolled over, expecting to bump into Mingyu, but were greeted with empty sheets instead.

Your eyes shot open as you felt around the bed and realized that Mingyu was nowhere to be found. You couldn't help feeling disappointed. Even though you were dreading having to face him in the morning, the fact that he left without saying a word stung.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. "Oh, you're awake," a low voice called. Mingyu stood in the doorway, still shirtless and his hair a little tousled.

You smiled. "I thought you left."

"Nope, still here," he replied. He sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at you. His dark eyes looked like they held a certain warmth in them. "I've never seen someone look so nice after waking up," he said.

Your face burned up instantly. "Stop," you cried sheepishly, burying your face in your hands. You didn't even want to imagine what you looked like right now.

Mingyu grabbed your wrists and pulled them away from your face. "No, really!" He exclaimed while you wrestled back with him. "Your hair isn't even messy and your skin looks so clear," he said in between laughs.

"What are you trying to do, Mingyu?" You cried.

"Just take the compliment and say thanks!" He responded.

You stopped fighting back, letting him hold your wrists while you stared at him with a pout. "Fine," you grumbled. "Thank you."

A satisfied grin settled across his lips, and suddenly you noticed how close he was to you. "You're welcome," he said, his face only a few inches from yours.

You watched as his eyes dragged down to your lips and your breath nearly caught in your throat. He inched forward until his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and slow, until he pushed you back against the bed and pinned your wrists by the side of your head. He slipped his tongue past your lips and you moaned quietly against his mouth.

"You know what I said last night about you sitting on my face?" Mingyu pulled away to say, staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You felt arousal growing between your legs as you nodded rapidly. Mingyu let go of your wrists to lie on his back instead. Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to pull your underwear down your thighs.

"Your phone keeps going off," Mingyu said.

"Huh?" You didn't even hear it because you were too focused on the knot you felt in your stomach. You recollected yourself and shook your head. "Just ignore it. It's probably Jisoo or something."

"Hurry up," he teased, lightly smacking your thigh. You were straddling his waist.

"I am! I'm just nervous." You replied, trying to ignore the heat that was rushing to your cheeks. "I don't wanna accidentally kill you."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "Oh, shush. I wouldn't wanna die any other way." You hovered above his face, hesitating each time you tried to lower yourself. Finally, Mingyu grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you down. You instantly moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue flicking against your clit.

"H-holy shit," you moaned breathlessly. He held onto your thighs tightly, not allowing you to move. Your legs began to twitch at the stimulation and your hips rocked involuntarily.

Mingyu pulled away, and you thought for a second that he was trying to tease you before he groaned: "Oh, my god. Who keeps calling you?" He shoved his hand under your pillow and pulled out your phone, squinting at the screen as he read.

"Who's Wonwoo?"

Your heart dropped right into the pit of your stomach. It felt like someone had punched you in the gut and you were unable to catch your breath.

"Are you kidding?" You cried. Mingyu had never seen your eyes so wide before. He turned the phone around to show you. Sure enough, Wonwoo's name was on the screen.

"Is that your boyfrie-" he started, but you interrupted by jerking the phone out of his hand.

"Don't say anything," you ordered. You hit answer and brought the phone up to your ear with a shaky hand.

"Hey," you said, trying to conceal the quiver in your voice.

"Hey," Wonwoo replied. Hearing his voice again made your throat tighten.

"I'm on campus. Can we please talk?"

[briswriting]

『 aquarium date where you finally admit your love to each other 』

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader genre: fluff wc: 1541 fluffvember masterlist

a/n: yay day one of fluffvember is finally here!! good job jojo on guessing correctly ahaha anyway i hope you guys enjoy this sorry its not proofread ahhh but i hope its cute and fluffy enough to start out fluffvember :D

Nerves always seemed to wreck through your body whenever you were around Kuroo. Sure the two of you have been seeing each other for a few months, having been on a handful of dates when your busy schedules allowed it, and becoming official only a week ago, but that never seemed to calm you down.

His mere presence made your heart flutter and your mind race. The stupid grin on your face never fading when he was with you because he made you happy, the happiest you’ve ever been.  

It wasn’t until the night he asked you to be his officially, after he had dropped you back off at your place, did you realize that you were in love. In love with Kuroo Tetsurou, the guy in your class that you had become acquainted with when he had asked to borrow the first part of your notes after showing up ten minutes late and settling into the empty seat beside you. The same guy who was obnoxiously loud when saying goodbye to his friends before entering the lecture hall, yet the one who had been able to catch your eye the first week of classes.

You loved him and as your mind drifted to sleep that night, you hoped that one day he’d feel the same way.

Kuroo knew at that moment, when the two of you first spoke to each other in hushed whispers in your shared lecture, that he wanted to get to know you better. And so he did.

His unofficial assigned seat was so longer the exact middle seat in row five after that day, but the seat next to you, the cutie who had caught his eye on the first day of class.

He liked to thank fate for letting him be late that one day and thanked it again for causing one of the only available seats left in the room to be the one by your side, giving him the perfect opportunity to talk to you finally.

The night he finally made the two of you official, he knew he was in love but was too scared to tell you those three words, hoping that one day he’d gather the courage to tell you and that you’d hopefully feel the same way.

The local aquarium was reasonably crowded for a Saturday as the two of you entered the building after scanning your tickets at the entryway. Kuroo’s hand instantly moving to entwine with yours, mumbling something about not wanting to lose you in the crowd full of adults and their wandering children.

Squeezing his hand slightly before flashing a smile at him, you quickly pull him over to the large directory board to plan out where you wanted to go first.

His eyes scan over your face as your own eyes check the map of the aquarium, eyebrows slightly furrowed together as you mumbled to yourself about where you wanted to go first.

“Let’s go see the otters first! No wait, let’s go to the tide pool and touch the animals there! Or we can-”

“Woah woah woah slow your roll there,” he interrupts you, a grin growing on his face. “We’ve got all day to get to see everything. Don’t think too hard; you’re going to fry your cute little brain.”

“Rude,” you mumble, a pout on your lips as you glance up at him. “If my brain is little, then what about yours? I did better on that last exam than you.”

He lets out a loud laugh that definitely catches people’s attention when you poke your tongue out at him like a child, reaching up with his free hand to poke at your cheek before retorting back. “You did better by one point! And I swear that one point was biased. Our TA definitely has the hots for you!”

“He does not!”

“Does too! Oh, Y/N! You’re so wonderful and amazing. How has your day been? Let me completely ignore the totally smoking hot dude holding your hand when you walk into class together!” His voice changing to mimic that of the teacher assistant in your lecture, causing you to burst out into laughter at his antics.

“Oh, shut up! He doesn’t even sound like that! He’s just nice, unlike you! Besides, I’ve only got the hots for one person, and that person is you.” Winking at him teasingly before turning around and pulling on his hand, leading him to the closest exhibit. “Now come on, let’s go explore this aquarium!”

Kuroo enjoyed observing the ways your eyes light up as the two of you walked around the aquarium hand in hand. Your attention solely on the aquatic animals and not him, not that he was complaining.

He enjoyed the sparkle of pure joy and the wide smile that tugged on your lips. The giddiness and excitement in your voice as you pointed something out in the tank with a show of your hands made his fondness for you grow.

Today is the day, he thinks, the day I tell Y/N that I love them.

He’s not sure what finally gives him the courage to tell you the three words. Maybe it’s the way you smile so brightly at him while your excited or the way he grows a little envious thinking of you smiling that way for someone else. All he knows is that he wants to tell you how he truly feels.

And as the two of you approach the aquarium tunnel, what will soon be his favorite place on Earth, he knows that right now is the perfect timing to tell you. Underneath the dark blue lights of the tanks as fish and other aquatic creatures swim above your heads and all around you. He observes you as your dazzling eyes look up to watch a whale pay no mind and glide over the two of you.

Maybe it was fate helping him out again, but Kuroo was thankful that the tunnel was empty, just the two of you there standing hand in hand.

“Hey, did you know I can speak whale?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence that surrounds you.

“We’re in public! If you’re going to do what I’m thinking of, I will leave your ass here,” you point out, free hand on your hip as you raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for his next move.

“You wouldn’t.” Flashing you a cheeky smile before looking away and towards the whale that just swam by. “hELlOOooOOO tHErE mR WHaLE.”

“You’re so embarrassing. I’m glad no one else is in here; otherwise, they’d get horrible secondhand embarrassment.”

Even with your complaints, Kuroo quickly notices that your smile is the biggest it’s been all day as you try to stifle your laughter. Whether it’s laughing with him or at him, he doesn’t really care because the sound of your giggles is like music to his ears, and he prides himself in being the reason behind it.

As the two of you calm down from your laughing fit, you notice the whale making its way back over to the two of you, a loud noise coming from the large mammal. Your eyes widening as you look over at Kuroo; his own eyes are wide with disbelief.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think you actually talked to it,” you whisper as you watch the whale swim over the top of your heads once again.

And as it passes and swims away, the both of you are sent into another fit of laughter.

“I really did that! I told you I spoke whale!”

“You’re such a dork! But I guess you can actually speak whale,” you giggle, taking a moment to finally catch your breath.

“What did I tell you? I’m amazing!” He boasts proudly, letting go of your hand for the first time that day to instead wrap his arms around you from behind, his chin nestling itself onto your shoulder as the two of you watch the whale swim away.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” you tease back. Quickly regretting your words as he keeps you trapped in his arms and prods his fingers into your sides, laughing as you struggle to try and squirm out of his grasp.

And as you wiggle around in his arms to avoid anymore poking fingers, he can’t help to think that the overwhelming joy he feels whenever he’s around you is love. You’re the one for him, the one he loves with his whole heart. He knows this with everything in him.

“I love you.”

His voice is so soft, barely even a whisper in your ear. You’re sure you imagined it, but when you turn around in his arms and look into his eyes, you know you didn’t imagine hearing the three words you’ve been wanting to tell him.

You’re breathless as you stare into his eyes, eyes filled to the brim with love for you as your own show him that you felt the same way. Leaning up to press a delicate kiss to his lips, the soft form of intimacy, revealing the overwhelming love you shared for each other while you embraced each other under the sea.

“I love you more.”

[lovysmtalks]

Fallen for the wrong you

(Based on this idea)

Even from when Marinette was a child she liked being more boyish- in her mind clothes have no gender and will never have.

But the world thought differently

Her father didn't like her for that

And neither did the people around her

Nino who was a childhood friend of hers always said that she should be more feminine.

She laughed it off as being a joke but when he didn't laugh with her she just stopped talking about it.

✎

She was 14, after she had one of the girls in her class confess her love for her, she realized that she was bisexual.

She started dating Lila, a popular girl in her school.

But once Lila visited her house, it was like hell was brought on her head.

Lila stated ranting about how she should dress like a lady and be more girly, and she should stop talking like a boy and talk more softly and be more demure.

(while Marinette literally had to go to therapist because she wasn't exactly talking and didn't talk to anyone for 4 years)

Marinette with a heavy heart took her advice and stepped out of her comfort zone by asking her parents to help her be more girly.

For the next few months Marinette observed Lila's personality traits and tried to recreate them as much as she could.

The soft and stutter voice

The soft smile

The pink dresses and short skirts

✎

After 2 years,  Marinette was now known as a bubbly and shy person. Dont get me wrong, Mari observed how Lila was flirting with other guys and started ranting about anything the short girl did wrong.

But Marinette observed something else too

People were really kind to her,

The teachers complimented her on the dresses that she wore

The people in school talked to her more

For fucks sake, even her dad talked to her more.

That kinda her the poor girl, but now she was finally accepted, right?

✎

Last year of lycée...

Year with a lot of exams and brought by excitment of starting a new chapter in your life.

Lila broke up with Marinette at the end of last year, turned out she was just confused and never actually liked Mari.

The girl was really hurt it.

But her dad said suck it and be a man.

(Ironic because he treated her badly when she was more boyish)

✎

When she started college, she met Adrien

A son of a big designer in Paris.

He befriended her, and they spent alot of time together

She started to fall for him and she tried to confess...

but then when they opened up more to each other, it turned out that he was an incel that believed a woman belongs in the kitchen and is basically a sex toy and a baby maker

Mari started to distance herself from him, and made a note in her mind that said "I hate men and I'm shit scared of them, never fall for anyone and dont get in relationships or anything more then hookups."

✎

Last year of college.

Marinette meet Chloe Bourgeois.

The two girls because friends fast due to both of them having similar childhoods and interests.

Chloe helped Mari open more and teched her to not give a shit about anyone or anything

✎

After collage, Mari and Chloe opened their own company

Even tho it was hard at the start.

They started with nothing else then a little help from Mari's uncle, Jagged, and Chloe's mom, Audrey.

It was hard, with most of the industry being controlled by selfish rich men

But they did it

They made it to the top

After 2 years of trying, they finally made  it up there

After many ups and downs, they finally did it.

Both girls were know for being the most kind people in the industry.

And they planned to keep that face on as long as they could.

After all, people dont like it when girls are rough and 'mean'

✎

Damian lost a bet.

That was what started the hell hole

Dick and him made a bet and he lost it? The world must have come to an end.

*Flashback*

"Ok little D, you must stop being in your room all the times,  dont you have friends to hang out with?" Asked Dick

Damian stares at him for a second

"Jon is on a mission with his family, did you forgot?" He said

"Yea but that doesn't mean you just stop going outside." Dick said seriously.

Damian wasn't the type to have many friends or go out a lot, everyone knew it, but now Richard was just being an asshole for reminding him that.

"Look, why don't you get a job? You will have to take father's place one day and you dont even know anything about what he does." Dick said

"Of course I know what he does, I..he..uhm" Damian was at a loss of words

'Am I really that ignorant?' He thought

"Look, why dont you two have a bet, if Dick over here wins, you will get a job, if Damian wins, Dick will leave you alone forever and never bring it up again." Jason said

Damian looked at his two older brothers

"I'm in." Dick said

After some seconds

"I'm in as well" Damian murmured

The bet was who can capture the next villain to appear faster.

Dick was faster with only some minutes, meaning that Damian lost.

*Flashback ends*

He was now standing infront of the building of a company he had no idea of. And he was very lost.

✎

Once Damian stepped through the door, he was pushed by someone, making them both fall on the floor

"I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Asked the soft voice of the person who pushed him

"Yea I am alright" he said

He opened his eyes to see a short girl giving him a hand to get up

They made eye contact

Damian's breath cut short

After some seconds, the girl heard her phone ring

"Oh hell, Chloe must be waiting. I'm sorry I have to go"  she said as she started to run

Damian didn't have time to ask any questions as she ran fast, very fast to the lift.

The guy linked repeatedly as he looked after her, a small smile forming on his lips.

✎

It's been 6 months since Marinette bumped into Damian.

The two of them got closer and they became friends... until the 4th month

That's when Damian confessed his crush on her.

She told him she felt the same.

And they started dating, and neither of them could be happier

✎

It was a late night after a celebration party

Both of them got drunk

When they got to the hotel, they started heavily making out, with no care into the world

Clothes started to come off as they moved to the bedroom

They got to the bedroom with him being in his bottoms and her being in only her shirt

They threw themselves into the bed

Damian slowly started to take off her shirt

But when his hand touches her skin

He felt something weird on her waist

Damian stopped the kiss so both of them could breathe

Once the dizziness from the kiss stopped his eyes went on her waist

His brain took a screenshot

He saw alot of tattos on her torso

Marinette looked up at him

Her eyebrows narrowed searching for his gaze. Once she found it, her mind panicked.

She pushed him off the bed and got up, searching for her clothes

Until Damian woke up from his shocked state, she was already gone out of the door.

He got up to look after her but once he was in the hallway, there was no sight of her anymore.

✎

*Some days after the break*

"Are you sure this is alright?" Marinette asked Chloe, who was sitting at her office.

"Babe, he lied to us about who he was and then got close to you, most probably to use it against you, you know how men are, they are all the same, plus,  you can give the job to someone who actually needs it" Chloe said as she threw a paper on the desk.

Marinette looked at the paper, it was  a dismissal paper.

2 days ago the girls found out who he really was.

The son of a rich competitor. Bruce Wayne to be more specific

Both Mari and Chloe know how the Waynes are.

They are cold, and mysterious.

Marinette was having second thoughts about this, but she couldn't risk her name being stepped on, not after working so much to get where she was.

The girl started to think if their relationship even was a relationship, they both were lying to each other.

She knew he wont accept her as she is, and now after learning who he really was, there was no doubts that it was real, and he probably didn't care, like everyone (besides Chloe) in her life.

"Hi Sam, call Damian in Mari's office please."  Chloe said to the secretary.

Marinette got behind Chloe and tried to ignore what was gonna happen

After some minutes, there was knock on the door

"Come in'' said Chloe trying to hide the rage in her voice

In the door stood tall no one other then Damian Wash- I mean Wayne.

"You called me Chloe?" he asked

Damian looked behind the blonde girl to see his girlfriend (?) Turned with her back and looking at the window

"Its Miss Bourgeois to you." She said in a icy voice.

Damian opened his mouth in surprise

"And yes, I called you, please sign this" the blonde says pointing at the paper infront of her

Damian hesitantly got closer to the desk to read the paper

"A dismissal paper? What's this about?" He asks confused as he looks at Mari again

"Dont play dumb Washington." Chloe said, putting anger on the word 'Washington'

Damian looks at the girl shocked, his eyes winded

"Marinette, if this is about that night I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" the man was stopped by Chloe

"Dont you dare try to talk with her after you lied about everything Wayne."  The blonde said loudly.

Damian let out a sort breath while he still looked at Marinette.

"This is a misunderstanding, I didn't lie to you guys, let me expl-" he was once again stopped by Chloe slamming the desk

"ENOUGH WAYNE, just sign this and were done."

Damian's eyes didn't leave Marinette

"Angel, please let me explain." He pleated

Marinette's head turned a little to the side

"We're over." She whispered, with a hint of sadness in her voice

Damian's eyes winded more

He looks at the paper and gets  the pen in his hand

He took one  more look at Mari

And he signed it.

"You are free to leave" Chloe said while turned to Marinette

And he did leave.

✎

After he was gone, Mari broke down in Chloe's arms as the blonde girl was stroking her back slowly

"I'm sorry sugar, I promise I won't let anyone hurt you anymore" Chloe whispered in Marinette's ear

✎

*at the Wayne mansion*

Damian's slammed the door closed as he entered the mansion, gathering the attention of his brothers and father

"Hey demon spawn, how was work?" Asked Jason as Damian walked past him

"Lilttle D, is everything alright? You seem down" Dick said

Damian stopped.

"I got fired" he says while his voice cracked a little

Bruce's eyes winded

"Son, I know you liked the job, but it's not that big of a deal, you can work with Tim" he suggested

Damian was looking at the floor

"And my girlfriend broke up with me"  he whispered

"YOUR WHAT?" says Tim as he spilled his coffee

"Since when did you had a girlfriend Damian?" Asks Bruce

"Since 2 months ago" he whispers again

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jason asked

"BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE RUINED IT FOR ME." He screams

The family was stunned

"Master Damian, no need to yell, why dont you vent to us? You're very stressed, I can tell." Alfred says

And he did, he told them all about Marinette, all the dates, all the laughs and smiles they shared together, he even told them about what happened that night

"So you're telling me, you got fired because of some tattos?" Jason asked

"No, I got fired because they found out I was a Wayne" Damian says roughly

"How did they not know?" Bruce says

"They dont look into competitors families, it's a bad habit that both of them have" The young Wayne said

"So for 6 months nobody told them who you were?" Tim asks

"No, because we weren't seen in public, I tried to be as careful as I could so no one would know " Damian sighed

"Well fuck, you fucked up big time, but that's not exactly a reason for her to fire you, not a good one at least" Dick said

Damian shrugs

"Wait, I think I know how to resolve this" Tim says

"What do you mean, Tim?" Asked Jason as Tim put his laptop on the coffee table

Tim started aggressively typing on the keyboard

"We now have a charity event to go to" he smirked

✎

"I'm not sure what to think about this Chloe."said the dark haired girl

"We're going to leave when you want sugar, but we need to attempt at the event" Chloe said as she was looking through Marinette's closet

Since Damian left, he was all Mari could have think

about.

She was distracted, hurt, confused, maybe even kinda mad at herself

"Aha, found it, look Mari! You would look so pretty in it. Plus it brings your tattoos at life" says Chloe while holding a suit in her hand.

Marinette promised herself that she would finally show the world that she wasn't the soft girl she always pictured herself as

She knows her parents would be watching the event, and she wanted revenge on her father for the years of therapy that she needed to get because of him and every man that did her bad, every man that said she couldn't open a business because she was a woman.

So she put on the suit, and left with Chloe who was holding her hand protectively.

✎

Once the two girls exited the car, flash lights were all over their faces

They somehow got into the building

Chloe went to get to get them both something to drink, leaving Mari behind.

The girl looked around the big room, her mind being concentrated at one of the paintings.

Suddenly someone was dragging her out of the room

"WHAT THE HELL, LET ME GO!'' she yells to death ears

She continued to struggle but nothing moved out of the person's grip

They got into a dark room, Mari could hear the door lock, she closed her eyes, scared of what was gonna happened.

She heard the light turn on.

"Will you now let me explain" said a familiar voice

She opened her eyes in surprise

"Damian? What the fuck is wrong with you, have you gone nuts?" She said angrily to him

"You didn't let me explain myself, so I had to do something about it, I cant just go on with my life because I know you didn't know what actually is going on." Damian says trying to make his voice as soft as he could, so he wouldn't scare her away

Marinette remains silent, sign for him to start speaking.

"I didn't mean to lie to you, but have you seen how you reacted when you found out who I was? You started to treat me differently." He whispered

Marinette opened her mouth to say something,  but she decided to remain silent

"I didn't lie when I said I love you, god I still fucking do, but I had no idea how to tell you" he sighed

Marinette sighed a deep heavy

"If we start to confess things, I also have something to say" she says

Damian's eyebrows narrowed

"I'm not this bubbly shy girl, I am not the sunshine I make myself look like" she says

"Oh." He said

"I never was and I will never be, I print myself as that because people would treat me differently if they knew the real me"  she sighed

Damian took a step towards her

He kissed her forehead softly, then her lips aggressively

"Then show me the real you"

(Marinette's tattos/suit and Chloe's dress)