#Kitty Party at Boss Baby Club

[thebossbabyclub]

Ladies Kitty Party In Panchkula At Boss Baby Club

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[mikgreo]

Hiya! Love your posts so so so much ♡

I was wondering if you could do how haikyuu (or jjk) men react to finding out the reader has a kink for being fucked in front of someone else 🫣

Tysm! Anon x

“curiosity killed the cat.”

haikyuu headcanons.

a/n. ty nonnie for requesting!! ive never thought about writing something like this but it made me excited to see what i could come up with, i had fun writing this! take care nonnie <3!! i might do pt.2 :3

chars. oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, suna.

syp. haikyuu characters & exhibitionism! +mini scenarios.

tags. exhibition, voyeurism, p/v, degradation, praise, petnames, pronouns or gender not mentioned but reader has a kitty & boobies, and use of babygirl/girl, manhandling (bokuto), edging, overstimulation, recording, whatever i missed..

oikawa!

rough jealous sex, teases you alot, might share you depending on the person, makes you moan out his name while the other person makes you cum, tried to get you to go to a kink club but you denied (“y/n-chann!! it’ll be fun!”)

he never thought you, or anyone else, were the type to initiate stuff like that, he was always just used to casual sex with his partners. but when he mentioned how “you probably want iwaizumi to see you like this, huh?” and felt you tighten up around him, he knew exactly what to do, he called iwa to come see a particular “show.”

“k-kawa!! s’too much.. sl-slow dowwwn~..ng-nghh!~” you whined out as oikawa thrusted deeply and roughly directly on your g-spot countless of times. “you like iwa-chan watching you get your back blown out, huh? you dirty fuckin’ girl, t’is what you wanted hm?” he slapped your ass, “after all yer stupid ass swayin’ and bendin’ over infront of ‘em you kinda asked for it, you slut.” he glanced over at iwaizumi, who was sitting on oikawa’s desk chair watching you two, face dusted in red and pink hues, sweat beads falling down his forehead. “come, its yer turn iwa-chan~”

iwaizumi!

def has vanilla sex, he likes to show that he can make you feel good by his hands, nice and soft, wouldnt share you but would make you speak out on how good hes making you feel

iwaizumi wasnt really used to anything like this, he was never the type of guy to have multiple girlfriends, let alone be sexually active. so whenever he found out from oikawa that your friend mentioned you were into that stuff, he didn’t know if he should ignore or act on it. but the more he thought about it the more frequently he found himself masturbating in the bathroom at the thought of him pleasuring you infront of another man. so, he decided to act on it.

“mmm, just like that, babygirl. keep rockin’ yer hips on my fingers js like thaaat.” iwaizumi had you on his lap infront of oikawa, who was sitting on iwaizumi’s gaming chair. legs pried open, glistening wet cunt on full display, you shamefully moaned at the circles iwa had been rubbing on your clit and your entrance. “tell ‘kawa how much you want me to fuck you with my fingers, doll.”

kuroo!

rough sex, open to threesomes (depending on the person), makes the third party record you two, edging/overstimulation final boss

lowkey wasnt that fazed about it, he’s been through some kinky people that he ended up ghosting/breaking up with because the kinks were overstepping boundaries, but he thought yours was quite doable. definitely got turned on once kenma told him you had said you were into that stuff. so he promised kenma he’d buy him the newest pc if he cooperated with his plan.

“oh yeahhh, look up at the camera just like that baby.” kuroo said behind you, as he was thrustinf his fingers into your seeping hole. he had you on all fours while you gave kenma a blowjob, as he recorded you all. “mmm…!!~” you mumbled onto kenmas cock, which he shuddered at. “you cummin’? i told you, cant til you make kenny here cum first, sweetheart.” this went on for 3 more hours..

bokuto!

rough-nice sex, fucks you dumb for sure, very prideful in his abilities and makes you you dont hold your voice back, make you make eye contact with third party, either really nice or really mean no in between, but i live for unknowingly and unwillingly rough bokuto so

kinda awkward about it, you were like his third girlfriend, and first ever actual serious once, adrenaline hits him and he ends up having his whole team watch him rail your poor small body. bokuto had learned alot from kuroo and oikawa about sex, so he decided this was a good opportunity to demonstrate his newly found skills. he asked his teammates to come over to his apartment, got them all to drink some beers and well..

“i know youve all been eyeing, y/n over here. so ill show you who she fuckin’ belongs to, but don’t hesitate to stroke yer dicks while you watch me absolutely fuck her dumb!” bokuto manhandled you into doggy, grabbing your arms and pulling them behind you back, thrusting in and out of you as deep as he could, whispering profanities into your ear. “fuckk, you like how der getting off to yer cute ass moans, huh? cmon.. be louder for them, let em know who’s responsible for this. fuck yeah, babygirl, t’day is alll about you.”

akaashi!

soft sex, would only let bokuto or tsukishima be the one watching you two, would worship you and brag about you to the other person while he fucked your brains out, overstimulation def, kinda gets a little toxic if the other person interacts.

akaashi was lowkey awkward about this too, but remained nonchalant, he had a talk with you to see if you would let bokuto be the one to watch you two, promising he wouldnt let him interrupt or touch you without your consent, he told you he had never been into any type of extreme kinks, so he apologized if he ended up deciding this wasnt for him, but swore he would try to make it work just to make you feel good.

“cmon princess, you can do better, why’re you getting shy on me now, hm?” he placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. you were down giving him a blowjob, with your legs spread open enough to let bokuto see you playing with your clit, desperate for some more friction. “mmm!” you muttered staring at akaashi with your puppy eyes. “im not, bokuto-san, touching you til you make me cum atleast twice. so get to work princess. you wanted this didnt you?” … “oh c’mon ‘kashi! dont be so mean” bokuto laughed loudly in the back.

atsumu!

possessive, would probably be mad at your for like half the day for suggesting it, but it grew on him, fast rough sex, lots of foreplay, teasing, and petnames.

“huuuhh?! why would you want sum rando watchin’ us fuck?” atsumu put if off for some days but the more he thought about it the more he found himself getting turned on by it. he set some rules, and had told you to go to a kink club since he didnt feel comfortable having anyone you both knew watch you, since you both only had a couple trusted people, and he was NOT gonna have his twin brother watch him fuck his girlfriend, let alone sakusa.

“look bae, all these people ‘round us comin’ just for you, see i told you you have the hottest fucking ass and tits ever.” he had you on top of him on one of the booth seats, you were jumping up and down on him and he took your nipples into his mouth. “fu-ck! ‘tsumu!! so good m gnna cumm~” you whined. “hell yeah baby, give em a show, aint gona stop til you start squirting like sum fuckin’ water sprinkler.” he laughed as he slapped your ass. “show em who’s yer fucking daddy, who’s making you feel good huh?” he breathed into your ear. “you-youyouyouyouyo-!! is you ‘tsumu youre so fuckin good at fucking my pussy daddy!!

osamu!

slow sex, praiiiiseeee, would probably only trust suna with you, would make suna touch you or something while he fucks you, asks if your okay during sex

he didn’t really know what to say when you had told him you found it hot to have someone watch you get fucked or something like a threesome, and he didnt wanna weird you out so he said you could try it out to see if he liked it as well. and he called up his buddy suna to help out!

“fuckk, yer tits taste so good, feels js like marshmallows, cutie.” suna said just below a whisper as he fondled your left boob and sucked on your right one. “mmm princess, your so tight, you feel so good yk that? you’re so perfect and beautiful like this.. making me wanna cum just from yer face.” osamu said as he had you in missionary, thrusting slowly but deep into your aching cunt. suna reached down to rub circles on your clit, “fuck, keep doing that suna, she just got so much tighter.”

suna!

literal virgin killer, casual sex, with some teasing & degradation, would be one to suggest this if you hadnt beaten him to it, down for anything but just doesnt admit it, literal definition of a freak undercover, lowkey would let anyone watch you two but just not touch you (imagine like anyone u want rlly)

“fuckk, keep fuckin yourself on my dick just like that, you have no idea how tight you feel, ma.” he had you facing the person while you fucked yourself dumb on his cock, going up and down. “play with yer boobs while they bounce, pretty. show em how sexy you can be, kay? put on a reaal pretty face, babygirl.”

[thirstyandbeautiful]

masterlist.

as of 6th May.

— ONE SHOT #Go Crazy ( Good News series: you get high with Lando and fuck for hours since he can’t get it down) # lando getting told off bc making you scream too loud # Make it Hurt  (prompt: lando fingering his fireproofs) # getting nasty (in your parents’ house)

— SERIES # Lando vs Lance (or the time the hoe fairy wanted to watch some scorpios throw sexual hands)  # Drunk  ( what happens when you get drunk with your best friend and everything changes after that night.) # No feelings (fuck buddies) # Black and the 4 (hollywood au!)

— DRABBLES # prompt: "Aw does it hurt baby? Am I too big for you? Well that's not my problem now, is it? Spread those legs, I'm not done with you just yet. You're taking me whole and stay still, looking all pretty for me. Let daddy do all the work for his little slut" # soft  1 (prompt: sasha’s lando birthday pic) || 2 (wedding) || 3 # lando filth 1 || 2 || 3 (wall sex) || 4 || 5 (first time) || 6 (phone sex) 7 (sucking him off while he’s streaming) || # dad!lando

— ONE SHOT # Body (Good News series: Daniel love that body) # Work That ft. Papi ( Good News series: Daddy and Papi love going to Texas, and they love taking their little cowgirl with them even more) — SERIES  # Aussie Daddies Mafia!AU # Australian Daddy Express With The New Blonde Kid (some good old Aussie filth featuring a blue-eyed rookie)

— DRABBLES # sometimes it takes some dancing to realize you’re utterly, whole-heartedly and undeniably in love with your friend # daniel filth 1 (sitting in his lap, sucking his fingers while he tells you how much he loves you) #NSFW Alphabet - Drivers Edition # soft sex  # crime boss + stripper au!

— ONE SHOT # Work That ft. Daddy( Good News series: Daddy and Papi love going to Texas, and they love taking their little cowgirl with them even more)  — SERIES # Aussie Daddies Mafia!AU # Australian Daddy Express With The New Blonde Kid (some good old Aussie filth featuring a blue-eyed rookie) # Can’t Make a Hoe a Househusband (fuckboy!Michael) — DRABBLES # titty drabble 1 | 2 # prompt: Michael clicking at Daniel to get his attention in practise. I want Papi to demand my attention like that.

— ONE SHOTS # Sugar Baby (Good News series :sugardaddy!Lance filth) # prompt: Just had this image in my head about a very jealous Lance, like someone from the drivers flirts with you and Lance would just pleasure you all night long showing you to who you belong to and leave marks all over you to show the others as well   # prompt: cuddling lance under a blanky on a rainy day, and some savage sex during a thurderstorm.   — SERIES # Lando vs Lance (or the time the hoe fairy wanted to watch some scorpios throw sexual hands) # SugaBaby: (sugardaddy!lance)  — DRABBLES # lance filth 1 (blowjob) || 2 # soft  1 (cuddles!) || 2

— ONE SHOTS # Freaky Girls ( Good News series: calling Lewis out on the good dick he boasts and giving all that good kitty at the met gala after party) # Intercourse (Good News series: beach sex with Lewis) — SERIES # Fuck buddies — DRABBLES # titty drabble 1 | 2 # telling lewis exactly what you need

— ONE SHOTS # Circles ( Good News series:  Esteban cheated on you and now you’re gonna fuck Pierre in the club to get back at him) # Cry Baby ( Good News series: filth with Pierre, think aggressive fucking where you give him the best pussy he ever got and now he can’t stop hitting your phone but you dgaf)   # Do it on the tip ft. Esteban ( Good News series:  you’re fucking Esteban and Pierre and you’re unbothered by their drama and don’t tell them you’re fucking both of them) # pierre filth — SERIES — DRABBLES

— ONE SHOTS # Movie (Good News series: you make a movie with Mick) # Mick filth 1 || 2 || 3  # Tokyo ( sex under the lights of Tokyo) # halloween # baby-making 1 || 2 (ft. seb) — SERIES  # Australian Daddy Express With The New Blonde Kid (some good old Aussie filth featuring a blue-eyed rookie) — DRABBLES # NSFW Alphabet - Drivers Edition # titty drabble 1 || 2 || 3 # lapdance

— ONE SHOTS # Outside ft. Pierre (Good News series: George wants to lock the pussy down but you don’t need those strings attached) — SERIES — DRABBLES # riding george’s thigh in his mercedes suit # filth (blowjob) # NSFW Alphabet - Drivers Edition

— ONE SHOTS # pole dancing # (Early) Homecoming — SERIES — DRABBLES # soft drabble (late night talks and cuddles) # titty drabble 1 || 2 || 3

— HEADCANONS # What kind of gifts would the guys make you for christmas? How would they spend the christmas day with you? # Which of the f1 drivers do you think would be completely fine with period sex and which ones would nope outta that one? #What would you do to make each driver (and michael) fail no nut november

[otonymous]

Kinktober - Oct 5th  (Swallowing/Collaring): Milk (MLQC Kiro - NSFW)

Description: Get frisky with Kiro this Halloween Warnings:  NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warnings: swallowing, collaring, costumes, semi-public sex, mild jealousy Word Count: 1355 words (~7 mins of dirty, filthy, Halloween-themed smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: My first entry for @alloveroliver’s amazing Kinktober challenge!  Many thanks to this incredible person for taking the time out of her undoubtedly busy schedule to organize this event.  YOU ROCK! 🤩 

Please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, and hope you all enjoy this dirty story! 😂 Happy reading, lovelies!

All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

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“Wow!  You look…absolutely amazing.  Gorgeous.  I-I can’t even take my eyes off you, haha…”

Savin tries to run his hand through his hair, but the attempt is just as awkward as the way he ogled you in your cat costume — the high collar of his black cape leaving practically no room for movement past the top of his gel-slicked head.

Keeping a polite smile on your face, you discreetly scan the room for the soft flaxen locks you loved to run your fingers through, hoping for a swift conclusion to the uncomfortable conversation.

“Thanks, Savin.  I like your costume too!  You make a great Dracula, very Bela Lugosi.  And I appreciate you extending me an invitation to B.S. Entertainment’s Halloween party.”

Before Kiro’s agent can reply, a firm yet gentle hand snakes about your waist, pulling you close to the side of a warm body — lithe yet strong, lean muscle encased in black leather; buckles and straps criss-crossing the physique that gyrated so well on stage to incite the madness of fans the world over.  And beneath a black hood: strands of golden hair.

“Miss Chips!  You made it!”

In his eyes, the vast blue of a cloudless sky.  And a smile just as luminous to match.  But the flex of his arm around you hinted at tension, and before you knew it, you were spun around and escorted off before Savin even had the chance to sputter - Kiro chucking under his breath as he says goodbye on both your behalves.

“What was that?  And what are you supposed to be dressed as?”  You finally ask when Kiro ushers you into an empty VIP room at the club booked out by his agency, the pounding beat outside falling several decibels lower when the door closes.

“I’m a ninja assassin!”  He spreads his arms wide, presenting himself in full glory.  Drawing back his cape, Kiro brings his exposed biceps closer, muscles bulging as he flexed to show off the intricate designs drawn in black ink on his skin, smiling in satisfaction to see the awe etched on your face.

“You look like you could totally KO the final boss in a video game!”

“Of course!” Kiro beams.  But then, the brightness of his smile dims.  “Hmph.  Maybe it’s my own bossy agent I need to take out.  Can’t leave that guy alone with you for even a second, I swear.”

“Who, Savin?”

“He looked like he was about to swallow you whole.  But, I guess I can’t say I blame him…”

The corners of those cerulean eyes crinkle in an impish expression as he scans you from head to toe, humming appreciatively at the cat ears on your head, the combination of your sleek black bodysuit and skirt…and the tail that hung near the base of your spine.

“That’s, um…quite the costume.  You look very, very nice, Miss Chips.”

“You like it?!  It’s actually the third year in a row that I’ve worn it — I really got my money’s worth!  Anna always complains and says I should switch it up for our company’s Halloween party—“

“So, you’re saying that people other than Savin have already seen you in this costume?!  Tch, man…” Kiro frowns, rubbing the back of his neck, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of the pouty superstar.  Bringing a hand to his face, you force him to look you in the eye.

“Could it be that our superstar ninja is jealous?”

“Yes!  Miss Chips is special, for my eyes only.” Placing his hands on his neck, nimble digits in fingerless gloves loosen the silver buckle on a black leather choker. “And I do believe your costume is missing this.”

Looking at the choker lying flat on his palm, the corners of your lips tug into a knowing smile; you had wondered how soft the pliable leather would feel wrapped around your neck.

Circling behind you, the subtle notes of Kiro’s cologne — spicy and sweet — suffuse your senses.  “Kittens need collars, don’t they?  To show the world who their rightful owners are?”  

Then, dropping to a whisper, “Let bad men know that even though they can look, they can never touch…”

His voice is sultry, dripping with sensuality as he breathes against the shell of your ear.  And when you sweep your hair aside to bare your neck to your lover, you are rewarded with the sound of his breath hitching in his throat.

“…Unlike the way I can.  Isn’t that right, Miss Chips?”

Still carrying the heat of Kiro’s skin, the choker lay warm against your throat — gentle and secure, as if the superstar himself had wrapped his hand around the delicate column of your neck.

But of course, those hands that coaxed beautiful music from his guitar were currently preoccupied with drawing all types of lascivious sounds from your mouth as two fingers, then three, explored between your legs from behind; relentless even as your knees shook, bent over on all fours on the plush sectional as you were.

“Kitty’s more excited than usual today.  You’re completely soaked, baby.” 

Kiro sweeps your tail to the side as he palms a slow circle over your pussy, and you gasp at the touch of leather from those fingerless gloves, making it harder to come down from your second orgasm around his hand.

Biting your lip in anticipation to hear his fly unzipping behind you, you hike your skirt up even more, further exposing yourself to his hungry, blue eyes.

“Hmm.  You’re so well-behaved, Miss Chips.  I say a reward is in order, what do you think?”

Slowly stroking your collar with one hand, Kiro gently guided his cock into your entrance with the other.  And all you could manage in response to his question is a desperate nod, the furry tips of your prosthetic ears tickling his skin as he bent over you.

Then, with one enthusiastic thrust, the superstar is buried to the hilt, leaving you clawing at the seat beneath you, desperate to suppress a scream of pleasure that surely would’ve given you away despite the noise in the club.

“Mmm, you feel good, Miss Chips.  So good, ah…especially when you tighten like that.”  

His fingers graze the sensitive skin at the small of your back before wrapping around your tail, pulling soft but insistent as his breath leaves him in shudders — the rhythm of his hips building faster and faster until your throat became uncomfortably dry from panting in response to his onslaught.

And when those long fingers gathered the arousal that dripped down your thigh to draw smooth, tight circles about your clit, the act has you convulsing as the tension broke in your body, clamping down on Kiro’s cock even as he pulled out — hand pumping hard to chase his own release outside the warmth of your body until he spilled hot over the small of your back.

Still shaking even when you sense Kiro’s finger tracing a haphazard pattern across the skin on which he came, you gradually open your eyes when you feel his lips pressing affectionately upon each lid.

“You must be parched, kitty…screaming the way you did.  Here.  Your reward.”

Collar snug as you craned your neck in Kiro’s direction, you stick your tongue out, obediently lapping up the liquid that coated his index finger — pink on white.  Blue eyes are transfixed to see your tongue sweeping from corner to corner of those perfect lips, dutifully licking up any and all remnants of Kiro’s release until that, too, is swallowed.

Then, drawing even closer, Kiro whispers, “Good girl.  You've earned your milk, Miss Chips,” before his lips close the gap completely.

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“Kiro, where have you been?!  Several producers wanted to meet you and—“

Savin stops short when he spots the leather choker, looking back and forth between you and Kiro, eyes narrowed to see it adorning your neck instead of the blonde with twinkling blue eyes, who says, with a hint of challenge in his voice:

“Now her costume is complete!  Don’t you agree, Savin?”

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[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Smut Recommendation

@isaksforelsket said that they were bored yesterday and for some reason that made me think I should come up with a smut list. So I looked at the ones I had saved and this may have gotten out of hand. Most of them are from a long time ago because I stopped saving fics for a while. And I mostly looked at one shots with no plot.

It’ll be under a read more.

A lot of them are OOC so make sure you read the tags if you’re not into that. A lot of D/S. Let me know if I need to edit anything.

***They do other people***

• The Night We Met (graphic) by Jamz24 They meet at a sex club. Read the tags.

• Boy Trouble by Jamz24 They are on a break of some kind. Sonja, Emma, William, S1 Elias are involved.

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***They include other people***

• (kisses on the neck of) best friends by birthmarks (orphan_account), desert_coffin Jonas. Threesome. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Exhibitionism. All the good stuff.

• Two is company, Three’s a party by mc_symphony PChris. Threesome. They have fun. It’s so hot.

• Invite Your Friends by Jamz24 The boy squad is included.

• The Sexual Adventures of Isak, Even, and all their Boys by  ShamelessSkam

Part 1 : Daddy, vibrating butt plugs and Magnus

Part 2 : The whole boy squad gets invited

Part 3 : Evak and boy squad fun times continues

• Fickstutenmarkt by evak1isak 

Includes boy squad and balloon squad. Big ol orgy at The Horse Fair where they can sign up as mares or stallions.

• nothing feels better than this by Skamtrash 

Isak fucks other people when Even is in the room (Even took some time to get used to the idea). Even has rules and he directs them sometimes.

• i’ll be just yours (i can give you want you need) by empty_venom Boy squad is present. But they can’t touch. Exhibitionism. Pet names. Overstimulation. Even is kinda smug.

• do you want me (dead)? by theyellowcurtains Daddy kink. Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Hung Even. Punishment. Sex toys. Begging. Edging. Jonas joins in the third chapter. Spitroasting. Double penetration. Threesome.

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***ABO***

• Scorpio Rising by skamsnake Isak works at a strip club. He’s such a tease. Wants Even to fight for him. So damn hot.

• Pulls Me In Enough to Keep Me Guessing by plumclouds Traditional hunt where alphas hunt omegas. Claiming. Knotting. Hot.

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***Public***

• Bus Drabble by Laika_the_husband Isak gives Even a handjob on the damn bus! Hot.

• Push by nofeartina Kinda public but not really. Blowjobs. Handjobs. Even is excited about PDA. Hot. 

• The Dance Floor by Tuii Oh man is this one hot. Handjobs. On the bloody dance floor!

• show me with your body baby by yourelectriclove Balcony sex. Bareback. Pet names. Dirty talk. Hot.

• just a little bit out of my limit by theyellowcurtains Office. Hung Even. Bareback. Belly bulging. Multiple Orgasm. So hot.

• let’s go somewhere they might discover us (sometimes it’s better when it’s publicly) by orphan_account Classroom. Are they trying to get caught? Hot.

• Peep Show by riyku Public toilet. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Spitting. It’s hot as hell.

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***Not Evak***

• A very special morning in the kollektiv by Anonymous Pure filth. Warning, this is Eskild/Isak. Daddy kink.

• After hours by Anonymous Defintely read the tags. Isak with Jonas, Eskild, William. More pure filth.

• The one where Magnus can hear Isak and Even through the wall by colazitron Evak is present in the background. Magnus can hear them and it turns him on. Masturbation.

• Isak Valtersen Loving <3 </b>by Cameron_Reese_Slytherin A series filled with a bunch of William/Isak and PChris/Isak smut. And even William/PChris/Isak smut.

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***Poetic Writing***

• Night Air by Evak2121 (Marshmallows07) Hot, pretty smut. There’s spitting involed. Spitting! Panties. Dildo. Isak displays himself for Even. Isak is a dream. Even gets slightly dominant. It’s just so good. Everything about this fic.

• Miracle by riyku Felching. Spitting. It’s so damn hot.

• Cotton Candy Pink by riyku Feminization. Panties. Skirts. Semi-public sex. Daddy kink. Light exhibitionism. So damn hot.

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***Others***

• Everything Now by nofeartina

Even just wants Isak. They are versatile. Barebacking. Rough sex. Their cum fixation is so hot.

• Your Body is My Party by colazitron, nofeartina Somnophilia (consensual). They talked about it. And then they acted it out. So damn hot.

• Skeleton Key by riyku Somnophilia (consensual). So hot.

• Double Trouble by obscurial There are two Evens. Threesome (kinda). Barebacking. Spitroasting.

• The lie I didn’t have to tell. by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) Adultery kink. Begging. Rough sex. So hot. Trust me. Read this.

• The Edge of Almost by riyku Edging. Jealous Isak. Even is a tease. Comeplay. A damn facial. It’s so hot. I wanted to put this under poetic writing.

• The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket Massage au. Mild pain kink. Happy ending (haha). Manhandling. Hot.

• happy ending by reasoniwantyoutostay Massage au. Football player Isak. Pulled a hamstring. Massage therapist Even. Very hot.

• When I See You, I Keep Getting Chills by plumclouds Bad boy Even. Isak has to tutor him. Semi-public sex. Begging.

• even’s yoga skills by reasoniwantyoutostay Self sucking. Dirty talk. So hot.

• Alphabet Aerobics by nofeartina Can’t make a smut list without this one. 26 chapters of smut. 

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***Undertones of Dom/Sub or Daddy kink. Or bottom Isak.***

• Playing video games by evak1isak Exhibitionism. Isak is horny. Even is on a multiplayer game with the balloon squad.

• on the verge, now submerge, i’m your church by orphan_account They fuck in Even’s parents house. Belly bulging. Overstimulation.

• i need a man that makes it right by orphan_account Light d/s. Edging. Some subspace. Isak gets so frustrated. Pet names. Porn with feelings.

• i won’t deny it, i’m not trying to hide it by orphan_account Chokers. Choking. Daddy. Feminization. Pet names.

• fuck me & feed me by orphan_account Light d/s. Isak gets slightly insecure about weight gain. But it isn’t something that bothers Even. At all. Body worship.

• be mine by isaksforelsket Penetrator Even. He pursues Isak. Begging. Praising. Pet names. So hot. 

Read let me be yours for penetrator Even with plot.

• don’t want you to get it on with nobody else but me (i’m selfish, i’m obscene) by empty_venom Even just really wants Isak’s mouth on him. Deepthroating. Throat bulging. Snowballling. Daddy kink. Coming Untouched. Begging. Kinda dubcon. Just amazing.

• the morning on the your skin and loved up light by staylucky Light d/s. Even catches Isak taking a creeper shot of him on the tram. They end up fucking. Rough sex. Barebacking (Unsafe sex).

• hot thoughts melting my mind by orphan_account Light d/s. Choking. Face fucking.

• Jailbait by starlesspappillon Read the warnings at the end of the chapters. There is some noncon or dubcon stuff. First year Isak. A bunch of different kinks.

• Small Death by Laika_the_husband Light d/s. One night stand. Anonymous sex. Barebacking (Unsafe sex). Rough sex. Pretty hot stuff here.

• Baby boy by Violetsroses Daddy kink. Isak is a needy baby who just wants Even to fuck him. Rough sex. Pet names.

• Here Kitty Kitty by Laika_the_husband So hot. Animal traits. Furry (they are cat people). Tomcat Even. Kitten Isak. P Chris appears briefly.

• Teddy Bear by evak1isak Light d/s. Isak is in trouble for playing with his bear (he definitely enjoyed his punnishment though). Spanking. Daddy kink.

• wreck me by Skamtrash They fuck in Even’s parents house. Belly bulging. Isak is needy.

• You Can Be the Boss by neptunebaby Light d/s. Daddy. Isak is needy. Pet names.

• red by evak1isak Light d/s. Russ!Even. Isak has a thing for Even’s uniform. Public sex.

• I lay myself bare for you by Anonymous Watersports. Pretty light d/s. Isak gets desperate to try something and it turns out Even is pretty into it. It’s hot, okay. In public.

• we’re lost in the heat of the moment (and i’m moving in you) by empty_venom Light d/s. Public sex. Exhibitionism. Panties. Skirts. First year Isak. Age Difference. This one is so hot. Isak and Even meet for the first time. Isak is a little shy and Even is very forward. Pet names. Isak is a baby. Come eating. And then read the sequel.

• Porn Video by Apailana, JesseLBlack Be aware the tag lovers to brothers is used. Extremely light d/s. Bareback (Unsafe sex). Rough sex. Hot.

• ivory by ohsusie Hot and sweet. Oral fixations (Isak is so cute, he needs something in his mouth). Daddy kink. Isak is a soft baby. Orgasms as a stress relief. Even is a gentle daddy.

• Beat that Record by Dutten

Dudes. Strap the fuck in for this fic. The smut is about 6k words. The rest is some amazing plot.

Chapter 1 is pure smut. Pure unashamed smut. Coming untouched. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Oversensitivity. Crying. Begging. Even will not be outdone by Jonas. So hot. 

Chapter 2 is Isak learning more about himself. Coming to terms with some stuff. Feminization. Make up. Lingerie. 

Chapter 3 is from Even’s pov.

You can just read chapter 1 for the smut. But I recommend going along for the ride with the rest of the fic.

• come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined Even punnishes Isak for flirting. Possessive Even. Daddy kink. Begging.

• RoadHead by Skamtrash Light d/s. Car sex. Public sex (in the pool). Overstimulation. So hot.

• Once Upon a Dream by mc_symphony Fairy tale. Somnophilia (not consented). Hung Even.

• mark me up (say I’m yours) by orphan_account Shy Isak. Pain kink. Biting. Spanking. Choking. Rough sex and yet they are so soft. Subspace.

• taking care by orphan_account Light d/s. Possessive Even. Jealousy. Rough sex. Semi public sex.  Begging. Oil. Even is not happy that Isak is spending a lot of time tutoring another guy. Hot.

• spoiled by orphan_account Light d/s. Isak is bratty. Praise kink. Begging. Even loves his boy. Aftercare.

• Gymslip by DiscoNight Daddy kink. Grumpy Isak. Even punnishes Isak but it gets out of hand. Exhibitionism. Possessive Even. Some noncon groping and harassment by other people.

• ride on you baby by LouisCutie Jealous Isak. Isak does not like Even spending time with some other guy. Even is Isak’s okay. Riding. So damn hot.

• Bad Boy Even by Skamtrash Isak is shy and he has a huge crush on Even. Fruits. Ice. Even is a nice bad boy.

• aren’t you something to admire by orphan_account Mirror. Pet names. Dirty talk.

• Wanna be with you all alone, take me home, take me home by SkamLS (skamLS) They are desperate. Begging. Daddy kink. Face fucking. Pet names. Praising. So good.

• scream for air to breathe by orphan_account First year Isak. Third year Even. They meet at a party. Hung Even. Belly bulging. Praising. Pet names. So hot.

• the furry fic by chokingonroses Isak is a sexy kitten. They meet at a party. So hot. Begging. Hung Even.

• chokers and crop tops by cammm Crop top. Chokers. Body worship. Multiple orgasm. Riding.

• So, I have an idea… by queerwriterbee Feminization. Face fucking. Panties. Praising.

• Don’t touch Isak by radiantsilver Not exactly smut. Bad boy Even. Stripper Isak. Even is super possessive. Don’t even think about messing with Isak. Even is soft for Isak.

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Changing (12)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION - Sequel to Name Calling

After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food.

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

  Twelve - The Hens

“Ladies... and boys. Please join me in raising your glasses for my best friend...”

 “My Best friend.” Sam interrupted.

 “I think we all know that Daddypool is her best friend.” Wade interjected.

“Alright, tell these jokers I’m your bestie so I can finish my toast.” Darcy demanded, turning to you.

 “Yeah, Peaches, who do you love the most?” Wade added.

 Sam just looked at you expectantly.

 “Alright, you want me to settle this once and for all?” You asked them.

 “Yes.” They said in unison.

 “You really want to know why my best friend is, who I love most. Besides Bucky, my parents and Erlo?” You double checked.

 “YES!”

 “Are you sure?”

 “Just tell us or I’m going to taze you.” Darcy threatened.

 You leaned in like it was a secret.

 “Well it’s not one of the two idiots I had to bail out of jail.” You said.

 “That was Douchepools fault!” Sam whined as Darcy cackled.

 “Do you think she’ll taze me if I ask nicely?” Wade whispered to you and you shot him a thumbs up.

 “As I was saying... Please raise your glasses for the gorgeous, sexy, slightly terrifying boss ass QUEEN that is MY best friend.” Darcy announced and everyone raised their glass to toast you.

 You swallowed the champagne and pouted, it was supposed to have Asgardian liquor in it. You threw a betrayed look at Natasha and she winked at you as a waiter came over with a tray of drinks and put them down in front of you.

 “One of every Avengers themed cocktail for the bride to be.” He said, grinning at you as your friends hollered.

 “Oh My God.” You laughed.

 “Who you going to start with?” Rouge asked, looking intrigued.

 “Well, it all started with Tony so...” You picked up the bright red martini with gold lustre dust around the edges of the glass and toasted them with it before swallowing it in one gulp.

 “Aaaaand there’s the Asgardian liquor.” You coughed.

 “Oh, do Cap next!” Darcy shouted and you obliged, picking up the red white and blue shot and knocking it back.

 “Do I even want to know what’s in The Hulk?” You asked.

 “Half a pint of absinthe and lime juice.” Natasha answered and you grimaced as you downed it.

 “My turn.” Natasha purred and pushed the glass of Blackcurrant flavoured Russian Vodka at you.

 “Sharp, cold and deadly. Very appropriate. You taste great Nat.” You sniggered after you drank it.

 “Oh, Cherry Tequila shot! That’s the Ant Man!” Scott said excitedly, reading the label and handing it to you.

 “Do all of these have Asgardian liquor in them?” You asked nervously and Natasha’s evil smirk was all the answer you needed.

 It was after The Scarlet Witch (A Scarlet O'Hara with white rum) that you started to feel woozy. You dutifully downed all of the drinks, sitting back with a sigh of relief when you were done.

 “Now for the main event! Drumroll please!” Darcy called and everyone started banging on the table as the waiter came back with a tray that had two glasses on it.

 “The Winter Soldier and The Deathwave.” He said.

 “Oh no.” You muttered.

 “Russian Vodka and Brooklyn Gin on Ice for The Winter Soldier and Black After Shock and White Tequila for The Deathwave.”

 “SO glad I’m not mortal.” You whimpered as the waiter poured the two ridiculously strong drinks into the same glass symbolically and passed it to you.

 You paused with glass at your lips and held up your hand to pause the chanting of ‘drink, drink, drink’ of your group.

 “I think, in honour of this being my Hen party for my wedding to Bucky... Everyone should have one of these. In fact a SoldierofDeath for EVERYONE HERE TONIGHT!” You yelled and everyone in the club hollered when they heard your announcement.

 You threw back the deadly concoction and whooped loudly, throwing your hands in the air.

 That was your last truly coherent memory of the evening.

 The next thing you knew, Sam and Darcy had dragged you onto a stage and thrust a microphone into your hand.

 “Sam, can you handle this?”

 “Darcy, can you handle this?”

“Kit Kat, can you handle this?”

 “I don’t think they can handle this!”

 The three of you strutted around the stage, singing Bootylicious while Wade started throwing dollar bills onto the stage and cheering.

 Sadly, or not so sadly that was not the end of karaoke as Scott jumped on stage next to sing ‘I’m so excited’ by the pointer sisters.

 “You’ve got to dance, it’s your Hen partyyyyy!” Darcy crowed and dragged you onto the dancefloor  as Rouge sang ‘Cowboy Casanova’ with a lot of gusto.

 You smirked and pulled away from her, spinning onto the dancefloor and pulling out every move that Vanessa had taught you, swaying your hips and flipping your hair. You were quickly pressed in between Nat, Darcy and Wanda as the four of you danced together.

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 “We should do this more often!” Sam told you.

 “Agreed!” You said.

 “What are you two morons doing?” Darcy asked, peering under the table at you both.

 “Nothing!” You and Sam said in unison, yanking your precious chicken nuggets out of her sight.

 “Gimme a nugget or I’ll tell Wade where you are.” She bargained.

 “Fine. Sam, give her a nugget.”

 “Why me? You give her one.” He insisted.

 “Both of you give me one!” You ordered and you and Sam grumbled and handed your treasure over the her.

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 “Peaches, they’re playing our song!” Wade said, dragging you away.

 It was halfway through you and Wade grinding on the dancefloor to ‘Stayin Alive’ that the argument started.

 “I’m stronger, plus I have to whole Deathwave thingy.” You protested as he twerked into you.

 “I have guns and pointy things!” He insisted.

 “I could still kick your ass!” You yelled.

 “Wanna bet?” He challenged.

 “We’re In Vegas baby!!” You yelled, holding your arms out in a clear challenge.

 “NO!” Sam yelled.

 “Not on the dancefloor. Go ouzide.” He hiccupped.

 “M’kay.” You agreed, grabbing them each by the hand and the three of you slipped away from the club, unseen by the rest of your bridal party.  

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 “Unnngh.” You groaned, rolling over to swat at the rays of sunlight blinding you.

 You had never felt closer to death in your whole life. You were dripping with sweat and if wasn’t for the cool breeze you would have melted by now.

 Breeze. Why was that weird?

 You opened your eyes a fraction and sat up rapidly at what you saw.

 Why the hell were you asleep in the middle of the desert? And why was Sam wrapped around you like a koala bear, fully decked out in his Falcon gear?

 You managed to push him away in time for you to roll to the side and retch bile onto the sand. You had a blurry memory of falling and Sam catching you before you hit the ground. He must have flown you out here before the two of you promptly passed out.

 Blearily you realised what had woken you wasn’t the heat or the sunlight, it was the quinjet engines as it landed a short way away and the ramp descended. Darcy stomped down it towards you.

 “Ugh, help.” You muttered at her.

 “I’m not here to rescue you, I’m here to live here, in the desert with you.” She groaned, falling to the ground and putting her head in your lap.

 Gradually, one by one, everyone else trudged off the quinjet and joined you on the sand, even Pepper.

 “If you and Bucky ever get divorced, I will murder you. We can’t afford another Hen Party like that.” Darcy groaned.

 “Did Wade and I try to kill each other last night?” You groaned.

 “Yes, it was on the National News.” Wanda groaned.

 “Whazzappening?” Sam mumbled, finally waking up.

 “The Hotel tried to kick us out so Tony bought it.” Pepper informed you.

 “Ugh, anything else I should know?” You asked.

 Natasha handed you your phone and you saw you has several missed calls and texts. All from Bucky.

 “Why did you have my phone?” You asked her in confusion.

 “You don’t remember?” She asked.

 “No?”

 “That’s probably for the best.” She informed you.

 “Oh no, what did I do?” You demanded, checking your call history and choking on your own saliva.

 “I called Logan? Why? What did I say?” You asked.

 “You invited him to the wedding.” She said, stifling a laugh at you.

 You groaned loudly and lay back on the sand, and one by one everyone joined you.

 “I’m getting married tomorrow.” You whispered, smiling happily.

 “WE KNOW!”

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[xiaojusaur]

Drabble Request

A.N: HELLO! Long time no post! I’m in vacations without nothing to do, so now Im gonna finish all my requests and probably write more! Hope you like this, is pretty short and Im pretty rusty, but I hope you like this <3 Thanks for always sticking around and read my stuff.

A ray of sun seeping through the curtains hit your face, waking you up. A sudden coldness running on your body, that’s when you remembered you were naked. You turned around on your bed to meet Yoongi’s sleeping figure. He was so cute, his lashes touching his cheeks lightly and his little snores invading the room. 

Min Yoongi, the man of your dreams, your first true love. There was only one problem with that, he didn’t return the love, or at least he hides it well. But this doesn’t make sense, does it? You’re naked in the same bed. 

You and Yoongi had been meeting behind your friends back, just fucking around (literally and metaphorically). You both agree you won’t develop feelings for each other, such a lie to yourself since you’ve always been in love with him, but it was better than nothing. right?

He almost never stays after the lovemaking. You were surprised he was in your bed this morning, so you decided to make him breakfast. 

Probably the smell of food woke him up because he appeared at the frame of the kitchen, scratching his eyes. 

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” you said. 

He chuckled, half smiling. You loved when he tried to be all serious, but you knew more than that. “Morning. What’s the smell?” He sat by the table.

“You hungry?” you asked while serving the scrambled eggs and bacon in a plate.

“Starving,” he confessed.

“Well, today is your lucky day!” you said as you walked with his plate and placed it in front of him.

“Thank you,” he said in his sleepy voice still, you almost fainted. “Hey, is that my shirt?” 

You giggled, “Yes? But I can take it off if you want,” you said winking.

He smirked, “It looks good on you, but if you wanna take it off I won’t complain.”

He was extra dorky today, apparently he was in a good mood. 

You sat by the table too, across him. You both started eating and after finishing, you picked up the plates and went to wash them. 

He appeared behind you, a hand snaking under his shirt, grabbing your bare buttock. His lips kissed your neck like a soft breeze, he was so needy today, this was so unusual. 

“I gotta go, princess,” he whispered in your ear. 

You hummed, “Without your shirt?” That was the excuse to not let him go yet.

“I might,” he said wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“You’re so loving today, what’s up with you?” you giggled.

“Mmm... maybe I’m still hungry for you,” he pulled you closer, if possible.

“Why didn’t you say so?” He noticed you trying to face him, so he let go a little so you could turn around. 

“I really have to go, babe.” You loved when he used cute names on you, it gave you butterflies.

“Kiss me,” you breathed, distracted by the closeness of his lips.

He complied, his lips finally reaching yours. Now you were in for a tongue fight, trying to win, but he was always so dominant. His hands pressed on your sides and then he sat you on the countertop, quickly placing himself between your legs. His hands ran up your naked body under the shirt and stopped over your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple. 

You pulled back, moaning lowly as he said: “Fuck, you’re so fucking addictive.”

“That’s alright, I’ll always be up to satisfy you,” you said full of need. You were gonna start kissing him again when he stopped you. You looked at him confused.

“Baby. I really need to go, the others should be wondering where am I and why I didn’t come back last night. My phone is dead.”

You got kinda frustrated and pouted unconsciously. He laughed, melting your heart, and said “So cute, you’re so cute.” 

He had you so confused. He didn’t want any feeling involved but yet here he was calling you all these things, almost making you believe he liked you too.

He must have seen the look on your face because he said “Hey, what’s wrong?” looking at you with those repentant kitty eyes. 

“Yoongi, I- I wanna know what you really feel for me. I can’t keep this up. You know I’ve always liked you and this business that’s been going on between us isn’t helping. You confused me so much. One day you say you only want sex and the other you’re calling me baby. So I wanna know what’s going on in that little mind of yours, what do you feel?” you exploded without knowing, you almost regret it when you saw his face. He was shocked. 

“Y/N... I don't know what to say.” Did he really? or he didn’t want to say?

“You can’t keep me in this seesaw game,” you said jumping to the floor and walking to the room to take off his shirt. He followed you. 

“Baby please, don’t be like this... Let me think about it, okay?”

“Think about what, Min Yoongi?” You took off the shirt, letting him see your naked back and slipped on some PJ’s.

“I- don’t know what I feel okay? I do feel something, but I’m not sure what it is. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re already doing it. Take your shirt, get your shit together and we might talk later,” you said placing his shirt in his hands. You turned around and locked yourself in your room. 

You didn’t hear from him for like a week. It was difficult to avoid him since you shared the same circle of friends but you tried your best.

When the weekend arrived, your girlfriends invited you to hang out at a nice night club. You were familiar with it since it was never crowded and you girls could enjoy without problems. 

You threw on your best short dress, put on some makeup and went out. 

The night was going spectacular with your girls, dancing, drinking, and laughing. 

You were resting over a sofa when you received a text from Yoongi. 

-Are you home, princess?

One of your friends took a peak and said, “Ooooh! Who is that?”

“Just Yoongi,” you said kinda pissed. 

“Is that the Yoongi we know?” asked another.

“Yeah...” you weren’t about to hide anything from your friends.

“Why is he calling you princess? Oh my God.... are you guys going out?” she was shocked.

“Not really, he just enjoys calling me cute names and feeding my hopes,” you said sarcastically.

“But we know you’ve liked him since forever. What’s going on Y/N?”

“Alright, please don’t get angry. Yoongi and I have been hooking up for quite a while now. It happened one night after a party and then we just kept repeating it until we decided that it was alright. We agree it was going to be no strings attached but apparently my weak heart can’t deal with it and I made it worst...”

“Oh no... but why would you do that? You know how much you liked him. And I imagine he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Well... last Sunday we kinda argued because I told him how I felt and he said he does feel something, he just doesn’t know what.”

“Oh, I know what he feels. His dick going hard, that bastard!” One of them was angry.

“I don’t blame him though,” said the other, “I mean, Y/N is beautiful and powerful, I even feel my non-existent dick going hard.”

“Stop!!! Oh god!” you laughed hard. 

“Are you gonna answer?”

“I don't know... he probably just wants to go home to get his usual good fuck.”

“If you don't answer you’ll never know. What if he has the answer to what he feels?”

“You’re right...”

-Nope, but I might get there in a few, why?

“Listen,” said one of the girls, “if he just wants to fuck you’re going nowhere.”

“Understood, boss,” you said making a salute. 

-I need to talk to you, I think I got the answer.

“Oh god... I feel I’m gonna puke,” you said getting all nervous.

“Hey, relax! Just talk to him. Don't let him get under your skirt!”

-Are you sure? 

-Yeah

-Then give me 15 minutes, I’ll be there. 

-I’ll be waiting. 

You left the night club almost instantly, maybe because the nerves or because your friends basically pushed you. 

When you arrived at your apartment he was sitting at the porch, waiting for you. This felt so weird, usually, he got there late. He stood up as soon as he saw you.

“Hi,” you said when you were right in front of him.

“Hey,” he half smiled. “Listen, I-”

You interrupted him, “Don’t you wanna come in? Is kinda cold here.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I’m nervous.” Min Yoongi gets nervous?? That’s a new one.

After you entered he asked, “Were you hanging out? I’m sorry I interrupted. I can take you there again and we can talk tomorrow.”

“No, it’s fine. It was kinda boring,” you smiled.

“You look great by the way. That dress looks amazing on you.” Now he was complimenting you. What?

“Thanks, I guess... take a seat. Do you want something to drink? I think I have beers in the fridge.”

“Sure, that’ll help.”

You came back with two beer cans and sat by his side. “So? You wanted to talk?”

He swallowed and after thinking how to start talking said, “I think I... I think I like you Y/N.”

You choked with the beer and started coughing. This was not what you were expecting.

“Oh my! Are you okay??” He started tapping your back to help you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I was not expecting that at all, being honest.”

“To be honest, I was not expecting this either but these moments we’ve been sharing had changed my mind. At first, I wasn’t too attached, being honest, I only ended up in bed with you because I found you cute and your body is... uff. But as we started spending more time together, the pillow talks, the nights spent, the kisses and caresses, and the few mornings made me realize that something was growing inside me. The last times I felt more connected to you, so much that I got addicted to you. I was scared cause I’ve never felt like this before. I usually run away from my feeling, but you’re stuck in my head and I can’t take you out. Every time I close my eyes I see you, I see your smile, your cute giggles... I remember how cute you sound when you moan in my ear, the goddess you are when you’re naked. And I started thinking about you with someone else, enjoying all these things, and I got pissed! So that’s how I knew I want to try something with you...”

He basically confessed his love, you were speechless. “Yoongi...” Next thing you know, you were hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“Just because...” He then looked at you and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Hell, you can!” You basically jumped on him, making him lose his balance and you both fell on the sofa, you over him. 

His hands caressed every corner of your body. Here we go again. 

“Should we go to the bed?” He asked out of breath. “I really wanna make love to you, I wanna show you how much love I’ve been holding for you.”

You got up and pulled him to your room by the wrist, “Don’t make me wait.”

As soon as he closed the door, you took off your dress and when he saw your body he said “Fuck” under his breath. 

Needless to say, you spent the whole night tangled with each other. When you finally decided to stop and looked at the hour, it was 6 AM. 

“Oh my God Yoongi! It’s 6 AM!” You said covering you both with the sheets.  

“So?” he said with his eyes closed, still breathing heavy. 

“That means that we’ve been at it all night. Since when I have this kind of stamina?” You were surprised by yourself.  

“I still have energy for another round,” he said jokingly you supposed, he looked as dead.  

“Sure...” He then rolled on the bed, crushing you beneath him. He started pecking your face, any place his lips reached. You started laughing and between all of that, he kissed your lips. 

“I really like you, Y/N. I might even love you.” 

“Stop it Yoongi, you’re gonna make me cry,” you said half joking and half serious.  

“We should take a shower and sleep. I’m all sticky of sweat,” he suggested.

 “Sure, let’s go.”

@jiminssi-just-let-me-love-you

[brightlightsfanfiction-blog]

The Article | Joker Leto x Reader Pt 2.

Request:  Oo what about the reader is in college but works at her school’s newspaper but the Gotham paper is doing a contest and she wants to win so she tries to interview Mr. J. (Harley is out of the picture). And he ends up kidnapping her for a week yet allowing her to write about him, and possibly some smexi smut. If you’re into it – @ladylucksposts

Notes: Onto part 2. If you made it this far, thank you. I really wasn’t planning to make this so long, but it took on a life of itself. Even with this being two parts, it’s still really long.  Warnings: Kidnapping (kinda?), dark topics, swearing, smut.

Part 1. 

From there, your life was turned on its head. As soon as you agreed, you had to comply. You gave Frost your keys and gave him your address, as well as some things you needed. In theory, it would have been easier to go with him, and just have him watching over you while you got everything, but the Joker wasn’t ready to let you out of his sight that quickly. Frost could handle it, he said. You’d stay there and play. 

You were offered as much alcohol as you wanted, he encouraged you to indulge, so you did. you took another shot and then nursed a cocktail. It helped to take a bit of the edge off the nerves as you sat with him alone. You didn’t know why Frost being there had been a comfort... if anything, he would have been more likely to help his Boss kill you or do whatever he pleased. Or try to have his way with you himself, but being alone with the Joker felt worse. He beckoned you over to sit with him and wasn’t afraid to get in your personal bubble. 

“We’ve made this arrangement, and I haven’t even gotten your name,” he pointed out, fingers coming up to brush your h/c hair away from your face and off your neck, long fingers brushing along your bare shoulder. 

You shivered a little, both because the warm feeling against your cool skin was a new sensation, and you weren’t comfortable being this close. You’d have to get used to this though. “Y/N,” you answered simply, not wanting to speak more than spoken to without permission.

“Y/N...” he said, testing how it sounded on his lips. It somehow sounded like silk felt, but also felt very wrong. “what a beautiful name,” he purred, leaning in closer, fingers drawing down the exposed part of your back. “We’re going to have fun together this week.” 

Another shiver came over you, your whole body covered in goosebumps. You almost wanted to ask where Harley was, having never seen her in the club, and you were sure she wouldn’t approve of her boyfriend this close to you, but you were afraid to ask. You considered that a topic to stay away from. Harley made him crazier, from what you’d heard, and you didn’t need that. (A/N: the request said she was out of the picture. Given their relationship in SS, I’m wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with her, so it’s ambiguous.) 

“Are you cold, Y/N? We could go to my office, I know how to warm you up,” he murmured, practically whispering in your ear with how close he was. You felt his warm breath on your ear. 

You agreed to do what he wanted, but were you allowed to say no to things? He’d posed it like a question. “I suppose that’s up to you,” you admitted, not sure how else to respond. You took a drink, happy that it was a strong one. 

His fingers moved along your jawline, cupping your chin, and stroked over your bottom lip with his thumb. “Mmm.. you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” he grinned. His hand moved a little lower, fingers resting softly around your throat, and your breath hitched. Had you already done something wrong? “I can reward you for that,” he murmured, giving a little squeeze. It wasn’t painful... it was sensual. “C’mon, Kitten. Let’s play. I’ll break you in,” he said, getting up abruptly. He was so close before and now he was standing before you, hand offered. 

You didn’t have a choice, you reminded yourself. You finished your drink and set the glass on the table before taking his hand and got up. The hand-holding wasn’t affectionate, it was dominant. Possessive. Anyone who saw you two together would know you belonged to him. You followed him through the back, to an office. As promised, it was warmer, but you were sure that wasn’t what he had meant. 

He quickly proved that, pulling you to him, pressing your body against his chest as his arm went around your waist to hold you there. Before you knew what was happening, he was kissing you. Hard, sensual, and it was clear he knew what he was doing. Your mind forgot who you were kissing for a minute, and you melted against him as you returned it. It wasn’t until he let out a small laugh against your lips and murmured, “this is off the record, baby,” that you remembered where you were and who you were with. You almost pulled away, and as if he sensed it, he pulled you closer. 

He kissed you again, and his fingers found the zipper on the back of your dress. He pulled it down, and with no sleeves to hold it up, it slipped down your body. It had a built in bra, so the only thing you wore underneath were panties that matched the color of the dress. He took a moment to take in your nearly-nude form, lifting you out of the dress and pulled you back toward his desk. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and from that, you could tell he was big. He nibbled along your neck, sucking and biting a few spots, leaving bruises behind. Your breathing was becoming labored as you focused less on who he was, and what he’d done, and more on how he was making you feel. He undid his shirt, revealing the toned, pale, and tattooed muscles underneath, tossing it aside. He undid his pants, pulling himself out, showing that you were right about what you had felt early. He was huge.  His hands rested on your shoulders and pushed you down, forcing you to your knees. “Suck, baby. And if you do a good job, I’ll give you the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had,” he promised. 

You stared at his length for a moment, before taking it into your hand and stroked along it before wrapping your mouth around his head. It was difficult, with limited experience, especially with someone so big. Most blow jobs you gave were when you were drunk and horny. Now you were here to impress, and worried if you didn’t succeed, you’d be punished... badly. So you sucked like your life depended on it because it probably did. Every trick you’d heard or seen girls do at parties, you did. You toyed with his head, licked along his shaft, played with his balls. You managed to deep throat him (with an “encouraging” hand of help from him), and while you choked a bit, it seemed to bring him pleasure. With the only warning of his throbbing veins, he released a load into your mouth, a groan leaving his lips as he came. 

You forced yourself to swallow the sticky load, and he seemed pleased. “Mmm, you are a good girl,” he said, pulling you up. He pulled down your panties before setting you on his desk. “I believe I owe you something... but don’t cum until I give you permission, okay, Kitty Cat?” he asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, leaning back on your elbows. He kissed your body, toying with your breasts, assaulting your nipples with his tongue and fingers, and continued to travel south. His lips moved along your thighs, and he bit down, so hard it made you yelp. For some reason, it felt good though. Finally, he moved his tongue where you needed it the most, and you let out a moan. Any doubt that he knew what he was doing had vanished. His long tongue moved between your folds, licking and flicking over every sensitive nerve between your legs. It entered you, licking along your slick walls, and you moaned repeatedly. Fuck, he wasn’t wrong. This would be an amazing orgasm. You could feel yourself edging towards an orgasm as his tongue worked over your clit and inside you, massaging your breasts as well. “Ooh yes,” you moaned, leaning your head back. You willed yourself not to orgasm, but it was so hard. You felt so good, and you wanted the release. You focused on the things he’d done, the ways his hands had been used to injure, not pleasure. It helped heed off the orgasm, but you still felt amazing. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold off,” you confessed, knowing it was probably dangerous to say.

He licked you a little more, and just before you were about to break, he pulled. You whimpered at the loss of contact. He moved up your body in a way that you knew he wasn’t mad, he just had a plan. After giving you a moment to calm down, he rubbed the head of his dick along your slick folds. Without giving you any warning, he plunged his full length inside you. It hurt, but it felt amazing as well, and you cried out in both pain and pleasure. He fucked you hard and fast, fingers coming back around your throat and squeezed. It was enough to make you light-headed but somehow added to the pleasure. You started to near the edge again, tightening around his hard and big dick, and he knew it. “Yes, oh fuck, yes,” you cried out. 

“Cum for me, baby,” he said. He said it like you didn’t have a choice, and according to your body, you didn’t. It was like a magic spell, and you orgasmed, hard. It was mind-blowing and every nerve in your body was on fire. You cried out, mewling in pleasure. You were still wearing your heels and couldn’t curl your toes, so instead, you dragged your feet back until they hit the desk, your body spazzing. He pushed in a few more times, only adding to your pleasure, before filling you with his warm seed. You were grateful you were on birth control and wasn’t sure if he’d overheard you asking Frost to get it, or if he just didn’t give a fuck. You figured it was the latter. 

The week that followed was nothing short of insane. You told some of your professors you were taking a few days off to work on your submission, and told the other, less understanding ones you were sick. The Joker had pulled strings to make sure you got the time off work, paid vacation. He answered some of your questions... why he killed, how he felt about the Batman, you tried to get information on his real identity, but he was candid in saying even he didn’t know. His past was multiple choice for him. He wanted to focus on how awful Arkham Asylum was, and that it was no place to be considered a hospital, but a place to throw the freaks who were too dangerous to put in a regular person.

He said it made some of the officials feel better... To pretend like putting the criminals in Arkham would get them help. 

He was very philosophical with the way he spoke, but also very very insane. You wrote your piece around the times he demanded your attention, be it for sex, conversation, or whatever else he wanted from you. At the end of the week, you gave him your final draft. You were careful with every word and made sure to keep your opinions in it to a minimum, not wanting to upset him. He approved it and stood over you as you sent it in, making sure it was sent and submitted without any more alterations. Frost was ordered to go through your computer and phone, making sure you had nothing extra on it. Surely you had your memories, but he was going to do as much as he could.

“Sad this week has to come to an end, Kitten. If you ever want to take a walk on the wild side, you know where to find me,” he said, and you almost believed he’d genuinely miss you. That was until he pulled you close, first to kiss both your cheeks, and then whispered “if you ever talk about anything that happened, Frost knows where you live, I know where you work and go to school, I will find you, and I will kill you, slowly, and painful. Understand?” he asked. 

You’d gotten... you didn’t want to say comfortable with the Joker over the past week, but fell into a habit and understood how to act. But that brought back the same chill from the night you met. He had no warm feelings for you, and if you betrayed him, he wouldn’t hesitate to carve you up. You nodded. “Yes, sir.” 

“That a girl,” the grin was back, the flip having been switched to his good mood. Sometimes he reminded you of a way scarier version of the Mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas the way his moods changed. He kissed you once more, before releasing you back into the world. 

As expected, your piece won you the prize. Your work tried to ask questions about where you’d been, or what you’d gotten involved into, but they understood when you said you couldn’t talk about it. Apparently, some scary guys had shown up and threatened your boss. He was real nice to you, even after things mostly went back to normal. When your article was published, green, purple, and black roses were sent to your house.

“We work well together. Congratulations, kitten. -J.” Something about it made you vow to never go back to Alibi again. You denied every interview and denied comments about your time with The Joker. You’d keep your word, but you hoped to never see The Joker again. 

[freyjadahl]

♦♦♦

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 find a place to stay yet. After leaving from Ivy's apartment that had been sold, she was homeless one more time. If she was alone, it'd be easy to living up on streets, but when a person has pets, it makes things really DIFFICULT to be freely on the streets, especially when the majority of her pets are exotic animals. She made them of her family, and they're the only treasure left on her life. Family does not abandon family, even if she is passing through a hard time. Quinn was sleeping on her car, and she had to left a lot of things behind, and only having the essentials to be with her. The car fit perfectly, she and all her pets together, but very tight and uncomfortable; meaning she hasn't slept well in days.

Of course, if she wanted she could count on Selina to stay at her place, until she figured out a place for herself and her pets. The problem is Harley did not want to tell Kitty the truth yet, she already did enough by helping break her out of jail, and trying to save her from the path of self-destruction, and she is ashamed to telling Selina the truth, instead she just omitted her current situation. Sooner or later, Ms. Kyle will know the truth, because that fucking pussycat knew how to read her like a book. It is safe to say, she's hiding from Selina, the only thing the brunette knew of her whereabouts it's that she'd move from Pamela's place and found a new one, and it's 'adjusting' her new place, once it was ready, she'd invite her for a private party.

At the moment, the jester was almost recovering from her 'depression', she relapsed again, crawling back to the path she always walks, the path of self-destruction. ---- Quinn desperately went to back to legal ' work ' just to take care of pets, and she was a bit worried if the law of nature make a mess her babies stayed 'starved'. Harley was very determinate that she WON'T lose them. She may lost her soul mate, lover, her nest but none, absolutely NONE will take her animals from her and she is terminated even on her worst state, Harley will NOT lose them either. Quinn had many 'loss' in life, and she can't afford losing her pets.

Spite of every night,  she felt the urge to kill her clients from her new work ( and her bosses as well ) . Harley really does not know how long she'd maintain to stay in this kind of work, but it pays the foods from her pets, and a few snack in between for herself, so she doesn't have much to complain. ---- Once she done with all her clients, that day was her third day at work, she was just awaiting to see if there is one more she needs to attend, her supervisor was getting in contact with her 'client' to see if she continue to work that night or is allowed to go home. Quinn opens the door wide open to take a fresh air, since she feels sufocated, when it brutly slams its own door close, leaving with an annoyed expression on her face.

Harley wore leather lingerie, and a literally leash on her neck with her stage name 'bonnie', it was the 'clothing' of the day from her work her boss threw to her and the other girls to dress, she also wore black varnished stiletto, hold-up stockings. Her grey-bluish hues widened at the figure right in front of her, and her jawline dropped a little. KATE FUCKING KANE! ❛ Kaere-Bear! Good to see yer pretty face, around here. ❜ Her glance dropped in herself on what she wore. ❛ My personal taste is better. ❜ It was true, she loves lingerie but apparently the 'outfit' of this club that asked for the girls to use, sucks.

Quinn was shivering a bit with the cold breeze, making her embracing herself. ❛ As ya can see, I'm very much alive, thanks for your concerning. Nawww! Are ya saying yer credit card miss me?! Y'anno the drill, right? Just give me it, and we're gonna have the biggest adventure together. ❜ Harley picked up the glasses from Kate and put on her own face, her chin quivering a bit, because it was so fucking cold outside! Her Cheshire cat smile appeared on her delicate features, and she's rather relieved it was Kate not Selina ( just because she doesn't want to be scolded ); ❛ Kaere-bear that's the most romantic thing, somebody ever told me. Be careful, I might be fallin' fer ya. ❜ She teases her, blowing kisses as she booped Kate's nose with her index finger.

@evildxllface​

CLOSED

Kate definitely swore to herself now that Harley discovered she was her mysterious benefactor, she would stop monitoring the clown princess’ daily activities. The entire point of giving in to her strange interest was the benefit of anonymity, no one need witness or be aware of her lapse in icy resolve towards those who ran in Harley’s circle. And she’d stuck to that promise – for the most part. She had far more pressing concerns than whether or not Harley Quinn was eating herself into a sugar coma. Assisting Bruce in locating Alfred, ensuring Tim was not losing his mind during his court-ordered isolation; and she surely had better company to keep. Despite her self-imposed social alienation, she did have a few close friends. Ones that she’d allowed to break down her barriers and who weren’t deterred by her standoffish demeanor. Or by her nightly dangerous pursuits of justice. 

Even though she was engrossed with her own life, Harley’s absence from the botanist’s flat did not escape her attention. Kate didn’t know where she was staying, actually, and she shouldn’t have cared. Yet all she could imagine was the the jester was relapsing into her old ways now that she wasn’t keeping a watchful eye. Naturally, the most straightforward method of inquiring about Harley’s newest hijinks would have been by text. Perhaps a, plant any bombs lately? However, Kate didn’t want to invite the clown to thus proceed to bombard her for the rest of the day with useless, emoji filled nonsense. 

Eventually, she convinced herself that continuing to ponder it was a monumental waste of time. If Harley was up to no good she was confident she would discover it soon enough, and until then, it was none of her concern. At least that was her decision until she got her bank statements at the end of the month. Everything was perfectly in order; not a single unexpected charge. No obscenely large tab from a bar she’d never been to, no surplus of twizzlers and no strange acrobatic materials. Shit.

“Interesting choice in nightwear, even for you” as the back entrance swung open, Kate was found leaning casually against the slicked brick wall dressed in probably the most casual attire she’d ever allowed Harley to catch her in. It was significantly late at night, but still a pair of round shades rested on her nose. Her attitude indifferent as she cocked her head downward, taking an expressionless gander Harley’s attire. Or lack thereof. “Checking to make sure you aren’t dead; you haven’t attempted to max out my credit cards in a while. It’s concerning”

[brujalatina]

loyalty | 02

☆ pairing: yoongi x reader

☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol

☆ word count: 7k

summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.

→ part 01. → part 02.

a/n: 🗣🗣🗣thank y’all for leaving nice comments for part 1! i’m glad y’all are excited to read this fic where the reader/character is chubby, is not white, and knows she’s a boss ass bitch. btw, if you aren’t chubby or non-white you can still read this, but i just wanted to make a fic where ppl who are chubby and brown/black can relate. my dog makes an appearance in this part LMAO so that was fun...i hope y’all enjoy pls hmu with your feedback/constructive criticism/questions/etc. it would be much appreciated and i feel most motivated to write when ppl leave comments so pls consider it thank u and enjoy🗣🗣🗣 (read my end a/n btw)

Living in New York City had its many perks. For one, it had a little bit of everything nearby—beauty and skincare shops, boutiques, supermarkets, clubs, restaurants, sex shops, bookstores, your favorite tattoo parlor, and more. Everything was within your reach, so you didn’t have to go out of your way to find what you needed. The city was always bustling with people and had an ambiance you thoroughly enjoyed. You found comfort in living in a rowdy neighborhood with people who worked as hard as you, or twice as hard. You admired and felt inspired by the other people of color residing in Washington Heights who worked doggedly day and night to place food on the table and keep a roof over their heads. They, too, admired you for both your work ethic and authenticity, branding you as “That Bitch™ from the block”. Living in the city was fantastic and comforted you in every form possible.

But the summer weather was just ghastly. Well, it was nice, but it didn’t treat your curls nicely. Being outside in the sun for long periods of time was an absolute nuisance and caused heat damage to your dark brown curls, not to mention how frizzy your hair became when you sweat. You didn’t like sweating, not just because it felt unpleasant, but because you couldn’t stand having frizzy hair. The midday sun was cruel to you and you were almost sure you could feel your skin sizzling under the fiery sunlight, although, a nice tan would only further compliment your already brown skin. It was hot, but luckily before stepping out of your apartment to walk your dog, you dressed in a tie front crop top that allowed your fluffy tummy to breathe and a double slit maxi skirt that exposed your chunky legs, which you found refreshing in this heat. You were panty-less and hoped the wind wouldn’t expose the kitty, not that you minded much anyway. 

Sitting in the shade on one of Central Park’s metallic benches, your dog nibbling on a snack by your feet, you flipped through the pages of your favorite novel. You didn’t always have the leisure time to read a book. You were a busy woman and ever since joining Big Hit Entertainment, the number of photoshoots you had to take were piling up. Your face, body, and charisma made you popular in the industry, and upon joining Big Hit, you quickly became their best model. Today was one of the few free days you had off, and so you planned on taking full advantage of the day to relax with your baby boy. “Carpe diem”, as they say.

You were busy, but they treated you much better in Big Hit Entertainment than in your previous company, thankfully. However, you knew it was only the beginning of your working at Big Hit, and looks could quite easily be deceiving. Although everyone had treated you with their utmost kindness during your first few weeks at work, it did not necessitate sincerity or mean that this would be routine. You were far too acquainted with this pattern of behavior in various different domains: in the workplace with peers and superiors who treated you cruelly once they obtained what they had wanted from you; in friendships that had eventually ended due to spite and envy towards you and your successes; and in romantic relationships that had ended when you realized men were pretending to love and respect you until they showed their true colors. The men you had dated always thought they were entitled to you, and you hated that more than anything. You refused to let go of your autonomy. You were your own person and you knew you were top tier shit. The men you had dated felt their masculinity was threatened because you refused to submit to them and cater to their every whim. That was why you only stuck to sexual relationships—you preferred not having any strings attached in order to avoid the feelings of ill-founded entitlement that would ensue on their part. It was a good thing that you had a keen eye for people and a strong intuition; you were highly observant and analytical, so you were quick in identifying scum.

Ultimately, presentation in first impressions are not always genuine, which is why you felt it was important to demonstrate what kind of person you were from the get-go. You weren’t going to act like someone you were not just to gain someone’s approval—they either wanted to be acquainted with you or they did not. It was that simple. You were a boss ass bitch, so you wanted others to know this as well and to not take you lightly.

 An excited howl startled you out of your thoughts. It was your dog who had seen something of interest and quickly approached the source of his excitation. You got up to control your dog who had scampered off to bark at another toy poodle who was almost identical to him, except it was chocolate brown while your dog was milky white. You noticed the opposing dog was frightened by your dog’s sudden outburst, so you crouched down to tame yours.

“Leche, relax.” You scratched the top of his small head, just the way he liked it, yet he continued trying to sniff at his brown counterpart.

“It’s fine. Holly is just shy with other dogs.” The voice was familiar; it was one you recognized best from radio and television, and on one occasion, at a party.

You stood to your normal height to acknowledge the dog’s owner and the source of the voice.

“Suga.”

 “Y/N.”

Yoongi had recognized your curly head from afar. He had been walking his own dog in Central Park when he spotted you. Your curly hair cascaded down your face as you looked down at your novel. Not to sound like a cringy romantic, but Yoongi thought the bit of sunlight reflecting onto your face and the wisps of your curls made your dazzling brown figure glow in ways that seemed surreal.

He wasn’t sure if he should approach you and interrupt you while you had your nose deep in a book. So instead, he stood from a distance, admiring your beauty and leaving you at peace. That is until Holly had begun walking once again after relieving himself by the bushes and approached your dog first out of curiosity.

“Long time no see,” you smiled at him, which he returned. “Is this your dog? Can I pet him?” 

“He’s mine, yeah, go ahead. His name’s Holly.” You immediately crouched back down to place your hand on Holly’s nose so that he could familiarize himself with you. Once he licked your hand, you knew you were in the clear to pet him. Meanwhile, your dog was evaluating Holly by sniffing his behind, which Holly allowed as he sniffed your dog in return.

“Your dog’s name is Leche? Isn’t that ‘milk’ in Spanish?” Yoongi snickered. 

You looked up at Yoongi, narrowing your eyes. “Yeah, it is. Is there a problem?” Your tone was slightly accusing, and although you had been joking, Yoongi’s smile faltered until you chuckled and added a quick, “I’m kidding.” 

“God,” he sighed, earning a laugh from you.

You scratched underneath Holly’s chin and squealed, “Holly is so fucking cute, what the fuck? He’s a toy poodle, right? Leche is one too.”

Yoongi hummed in affirmation as he crouched down to your level to mindlessly pet Leche who was still occupied evaluating Holly. Your dog was cute, but Yoongi was more interested in watching you.

 “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased, and Yoongi’s eyes darted sideways as a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks upon being exposed for staring at you.

 “Sorry,” he smiled bashfully.

 “No need, I know I’m a pretty bitch.”

 Yoongi blinked, slightly stunned by the bluntness of your remark, but it was true. Although you had significantly less makeup on since the first and last time he had seen you at Hoseok’s party, you still radiated so much beauty, much of it being natural. You had nothing on but a sheen layer of clear lip gloss; you liked going barefaced to allow your pores to breathe, especially since you weren’t going to any photo shoots today. You were pretty, yes, but your face wasn’t anything much out of the ordinary. Despite this, you still left men and women fascinated by your presence alone, your air of confidence attracting those in your path. Because you knew you were Top Tier Shit and acted accordingly, everyone believed it as well.

 The way you leaned over to pet Holly had exposed your chest and Yoongi fought the urge to look down at your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra either, so if your tie front crop top were to come undone, that would be it—tits out. Not to mention that your nipples were pierced and so the piercings stuck out from behind the fabric of your top. Your thick, brown legs had been exposed through the double slit sides of your maxi skirt, while the front of your dress covered a minimal amount of your crotch. Again, Yoongi fought the urge to look. Instead, he admired the adorability emanating from you in the unguarded moment he was witnessing. “Gorgeous,” he blurted and covered his face in a poor attempt to hide his mortification, a charming act you witnessed from your peripherals.

 You swallowed down the acute desire to tease him further and instead rose to your feet to stretch your aching legs from having crouched down for so long; Yoongi followed. “Leche has never been this happy over meeting another dog, you know,” you said while watching the two dogs finally begin playing with one another. They hopped and rolled around in the grass while yelping excitedly. “He’s not very social and he’s picky with other dogs. I’m surprised that he's taken such interest in Holly.”

 Yoongi raised an eyebrow at this. “Surprised why? Holly is the best dog in the world.”

 You crossed your arms over your chest and raised a brow, “Excuse you? No, I think you’re mistaken. Leche is superior to all dogs. He’s a fucking king.” In your mind and your heart, Leche was your world. He was the only boy who was truly worthy of your time. He was your everything.

 Too bad Yoongi thought the same about Holly. He let out a scoff. “Are you kidding me? Holly is. He’s smarter than everyone else.”

 “Bitch, you would’ve thought! Can Holly follow commands?”

 “Of course he can.” He quickly stood over Holly, interrupting his playtime with Leche. “Holly, sit,” he commanded, but to no avail; Holly ignored him completely.

 “Leche,” you called, earning a look from a panting Leche. “Baby, come here.” Leche was hesitant in following your command; he was far too preoccupied playing with his new buddy, but after you had repeated the command a second time, he obeyed and approached you, tongue out. “Good boy.” You looked at Yoongi and smirked; you were the victor in this battle.

Yoongi’s face contorted into a scrunch, deciding it was best to let it be for now.

You were both parched and your pets needed hydration, so Yoongi invited you to go eat brunch together, which you had accepted. Luckily, Le Pain Quotidien in Central Park was only a five-minute walk away. It was a quaint little café with outdoor seats surrounded by the captivating scenery of Central Park. Most importantly, though, was that it was dog-friendly.

 You both sat in the outside seating area with Leche and Holly lapping at the water in their doggy bowls beside each other. You had ordered an iced tea, while Yoongi ordered a Caffè Americano.

 At the cafe, you learned many things about Yoongi. For one, he was polite—many times you had caught him attempting not to stare at your nipples through your moderately see-through top as you spoke, which was cute, you guessed; he had manners, unlike many men you had come across. He was also humble; merely thanking you for praising his work and adding that he needs to work harder and had expressed his wish to someday produce a song with reputable artists like Kanye West. He was cute, you had to give him that—the nose scrunch he made when things didn’t quite go his way was exceptionally adorable.

 A comfortable silence fell between the two of you after conversing for nearly an hour at the café. Yoongi finished his drink before breaking the silence. “We should let Leche and Holly have playdates together.”

 “Is this your way of saying you want to see me more often?”

 “No. I just thought since—”

 “Kidding,” you cut him off, although you were not.

 Yoongi released an exasperated sigh. Two could play at that game. “And what if I said I did want to see you more often?”

 You used your nails to flick off dirt from underneath your nail beds, feigning indifference. “Then I’d think it’s cute but silly. I’m always down to chill with a cute boy whenever I’m free. No need to make excuses.” You stirred the ice cubes in your iced tea with your straw and took a sip.

 Cute. Yoongi tried to hide the smile that formed on his lips, but his body betrayed him. He looked at the time on his Rolex and his smile quickly faded. “I actually have to go now. I’m sorry,” he said a bit solemnly as he stood up from his seat with Holly’s harness in hand. You stood as well.

 You hummed. “Sure, Cinderella.”

 He scoffed, “I have work.”

 “Right, the life of a producer is a busy one. I get it. It was nice seeing you again, Yoongi. And nice to meet you too, Holly.” You scratched behind Holly’s ear one last time.

 Yoongi, not Suga PD anymore. He was Yoongi to you now. He liked that. “See you soon, Y/N, Lech—”

 He cut off when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an embrace. He recalled that you had done the same thing at Hoseok’s party, only he had frozen up like a fool and had not reciprocated the hug, too deeply stunned and enraptured by your presence. Today was his chance to make amends; he wasn’t going to fuck it up this time.

 He returned the hug, but you felt the apprehension to return the hug in his loose hold, his shyness quite apparent. You were hot, you knew that, but men like Yoongi who were evidently shaken up by you found were entertaining to observe.

 The two of you separated and waved your goodbyes. Yoongi was fun, you decided. You knew you would have fun playing with him.

“If this bitch doesn’t come soon I’m going to throw hands.” You groaned, popping a cheese ball into your mouth.

 You were lounging on the full length of Hoseok’s sofa in his loft with the rest of your squad. Being the incredible person you knew you were, making friends was easy. Everyone who did not envy you for your quick popularity wanted to be friends with you and all you had to do was let them (if they were worth your time, of course). Big Hit was a small company, and so by remaining authentic, you very easily befriended almost everyone but felt closest to the seven most appraised individuals within the company. You had already been friends with Hoseok prior to joining Big Hit, though, and had met Taehyung through mutual friends. Six of the seven aforementioned individuals were present at Hoseok’s hang out in his loft. You were just waiting for the arrival of the one person whom you had been dying to see.

 Jimin lifted your feet from the couch and took a seat, placing your feet to rest on his lap instead. “He’ll come soon, Y/N.” He gently rubbed your calves with the palm of his hand in attempts to soothe you.   

 You chewed on the cheese ball aggressively out of frustration. “He fucking better.”

 You were growing impatient. You hadn’t seen your best friend Seokjin in two months ever since he went away to film for the action drama he had been starring in. Facetime, text messaging, and phone calls were not a sufficient means of communicating with him, so you yearned for the presence of your best friend of many years. However, filming had ended and he had promised you he would come see you once he left his bags at his loft and greeted his dog.

 “I’m taking a nap until he gets here,” you yawned while making yourself comfortable on the couch. Taehyung gently lifted your head to place a pillow underneath while Jimin continued stroking and massaging your legs.

 Just as you were already drifting into sleep, the doorbell rang and your eyes shot open. You launched yourself out of the sofa to race for the door. After confirming who it was through the peephole, you quickly unlocked the door and swung it open, pleased to see your best friend arrive at long last.

 “Jin!” You latched your body onto him, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed a big, sloppy kiss onto his cheek as you embraced him. Unfazed by your sudden attack, Jin was quick to grab hold of you and spun around with you in his hold before you detached yourself from him and stood back on your feet. “Why’d you take so long?” You whined, lips protruding into the cutest pout Jin had ever seen.

 He pinched your cheeks softly before kissing your forehead. “Plane had a delay.”

 Yoongi was surprised by the interaction he had been witnessing—he didn’t know you and Jin were acquainted with one another. He turned to Hoseok.“They’re friends too?”

 Namjoon intervened, a glass of beer in hand, “They’ve been best friends for a very long time. The epitome of friendship goals, in fact.”

 Hoseok sighed, “Yoongi, she’s close friends with everyone in this room: Me, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook. We’ve all hung out together about a dozen times. You’re the only one who hasn’t hung out with us and Y/N yet because you’ve been living under a fucking rock.”

 Yoongi clicked his tongue. “No, I don’t.” He held a disapproving look, although he knew very well that it was true. He had found it a bit strange that you were even present at their hangout, seeing as when he hung out with the guys, it was usually only the seven of them and no one else included, but today you were there, too. He also noticed how Taehyung and Jimin had been treating you like a queen—as it should be, he thought, but it was in a way that seemed customary for them. He must have missed how they had all become close friends with you just as he had become with you ever since running into you and Leche in the park around a month ago.

 “Damn right you do,” Namjoon added. “Writing music is great, but if it takes away too much time you could be spending with the people you care about and the people who care about you, then what good is it doing you?” Namjoon said this from a place of experience.

 Okay, he gets it. The message Hoseok and the rest of his friends were persistently trying to send him had been heard loud and clear. He needed to spend fewer hours isolated in his studio and more time with his family and friends. Clearly, he had been missing out on quite a few changes within his friend group.

 After Jin settled in, you all lounged in Hoseok’s kitchen; You and Jin were propped up on the kitchen counter while everyone else stood around with their drinks. Jungkook dug into the pantry for snacks as per Hoseok’s request.

 “Bet none of you can chug the rest of this bottle of Hennessey down.” Taehyung dared, waving the glass bottle above his head.

 At the sound of competition, Jungkook quickly reacted, throwing a bag of chips onto the kitchen counter before turning to Taehyung. “You think I can’t?” He smirked while yanking the bottle away from Taehyung’s grip. “Alright, bet.”

 He rose the bottle to his lips before Namjoon quickly intervened, grabbing the bottle of Hennessy from out of Jungkook’s grasp. “Ok, so we’re not going to try that, you dumbasses.”

 “Truly a bunch of dumbasses,” Yoongi quipped from the side.

 You took the bottle from Namjoon and rose it to your lips, immediately chugging away at the alcohol despite the bitter taste. Namjoon made attempts to remove the bottle of Hennessey from your hands, but you pushed his face away with your free hand while continuing to empty the bottle’s contents with your other as everyone watched you in awe.

 “Oh my God,” Jimin half-gasped, half-laughed.

 “She’s gonna die,” Hoseok worried.

 Yoongi, on the other hand, had been rendered speechless. With one hand over his chest while watching you down the bottle of Hennessey in utter disbelief, he felt a fire within him, and he was not quite sure what it was. He found something about you downing a bottle of hard alcohol being exceptionally attractive. You truly were not an entity to be messed with.

 You slammed the now empty bottle of alcohol onto the kitchen counter and threw up a peace sign, poking your tongue out. “There’s nothing ya girl can’t do.” You looked around the room to see everyone in awe at your impulsive

 “Y/N if you die what will I do with these idiots?” Jin joked in an attempt to mask his underlying concern.

 You laughed, “Goddesses don’t die, do they?”

 Everyone agreed in unison.

There is never a moment in life in which truth or dare becomes a dull and childish game, which was why the eight of you sat in Hoseok’s living room playing truth or dare despite being established, professional adults.

 It was your turn this time and you were already beginning to feel the impact of your impulsive act from earlier. You had a high alcohol tolerance, but the fact that you had been taking shots after downing all of that Hennessy had begun making you feel a bit loopy; you weren’t feeling drunk enough to stop, though, which is why you continued despite Seokjin’s attempts in stopping you.

 Jungkook had dared Taehyung to call up John Legend to confess his romantic love to him (that did not truly exist) in the most natural form possible without letting on that he was being dared—an act which Taehyung had begrudgingly done, but had done nonetheless and deeply regretted after hearing the man on the other line say on speaker, “you know I’m married. You’re cute, though. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you, kid.” Once the phone call had ended, Taehyung attempted to strangle Jungkook and the room filled with roars of laughter. He was sure his relationship with John would become strained after that dare, so he made a mental note to call him up the next morning to apologize and to inform him that he had not been serious, that it was just a dare. It unnerved him that Jungkook chose one of the people Taehyung admired the most as an artist as his target for humiliation. Hopefully, John would understand.

 After Taehyung’s turn, it was his role to ask you the grand question. “Truth or dare?”

 “Truth,” you said without mulling it over.  

 “Oh? Not up for a dare?”

 You rolled your eyes, “You play too much. I know damn well that if I were to say ‘dare’ you’d make me do some weird shit.” They all chuckled knowing full well that this was true.

 He hummed. “Fine.” He pondered over what question to ask you for a moment before he looked at you with a grin. “Is it true that you’ve had sex with everyone in this room?”

 Suddenly, all eyes were staring intently at you, highly anticipating your answer.

 Namjoon groaned, “Ask a better question, you know it’s true.” He received a disapproving nudge in the ribs from Hoseok and yelped.

 “Don’t ask her anything she wouldn’t feel comfortable answering sober, you fucks.” Yoongi said exasperatedly.

 You ignored Yoongi’s remark. It was a nice gesture, but you didn’t care. You weren’t ashamed of your sex life and you didn’t like anyone speaking for you. “No, not everyone in this room.”

 A few of them looked at you with quizzical expressions.

 “Really? Who haven’t you fucked?”

 “Mr. Producer over here,” you pointed to Yoongi and in return, he nearly spat out his drink. All of the attention then turned to him.

 Yoongi sat up, his posture becoming defensive. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, what do you mean just me? I thought you’ve only slept with Hoseok?”

 “I’ve been dicked down by everyone in this room,” you said, your nonchalance apparent in your tone, contrary to Yoongi’s expression.

 He looked at you in bewilderment and gestured to Seokjin who had been sitting across from him. “But Jin’s gay!”

 You and Seokjin looked at each other and broke into fits of laughter simultaneously, recalling the event amongst yourselves, while the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel excluded. “Shit happens,” you said with a shrug and Seokjin’s snicker confirmed it as a truth.

 The room was filled to the brim with raucous laughter.

 “Wow, Y/N.” Hoseok clapped. “That’s...commendable.”

 “I should like, gather all of your dicks together and gobble them right up. Wouldn’t that be fucking cool?”

 “That’s physically impossible,” Jungkook claimed. “Isn’t it?”

 “Well, some of your dicks are skinny enough to make the cut, some of those dicks being—”

 “Um,” Taehyung cut you off. “Maybe we should move on,” he suggested. They all agreed in hopes that you wouldn’t expose them for their dicks.

“There's always that one person that will always have your heart

You never see it coming 'cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me, it's clear for everyone to see

Oh baby, ooh

You will always be my boo.”

 “Why is she singing Usher’s part and not Seokjin?” Jimin snorted.

 “Because I fucking can,” you shouted before it was Seokjin’s turn to sing Alicia Key’s verse.

 “See, I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh

It's the only way we know how to rock

I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh

It's the only way we know how to rock”

 After playing truth or dare, you had expressed your desire to use Hoseok’s karaoke machine, and of course, Hoseok was complacent and set it up for all of you to use. You had pulled Seokjin to sing with you, and despite how tired he had been, he agreed to sing with his best friend, especially since your song selection had been one of yours and his songs from back in the day.

 “It started when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

Now another brother's taken over, but it's still in your eyes (my boo)”, you sang, cupping Seokijn’s cheek with the palm of your hand.

 None of you took it seriously, of course—the both of you goofed off as you sang your respective parts, dancing with one another drunkenly. You sang off-key with eccentric movements, while Seokjin belted out some of the verses, the both of you pointing to each other as though dedicating the song to one another. The gang joined in for the bridge enthusiastically, “Oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my, my boo. My oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my boo.”

 The rest of the karaoke session consisted of drunk bickering, boisterous laughter, and impromptu dancing while singing off-key. You were out of control, but Seokjin had a mere few drinks to ascertain that he was sober enough to watch you. You were a funny drunk; your laughter was more obnoxious than usual, your movements exaggerated, you were dirtier than usual, and you kept insisting that, “I’m not even that drunk” (which you were). But you were also reckless and he wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t hurt yourself like you had in the past. You were an incredible woman, but like everyone, you had vulnerabilities, too, and that’s something many failed to remember.

 Dancing to Taehyung and Jimin’s drunken duet, you tripped on your own feet and Yoongi caught you in his arms while he had been sitting down before you had a chance to fall. You were sat on his lap and stared at him for a moment, while he looked back at you fully aware of the fact that your ass was on his lap and quite close to a sensitive region.

 He smiled coyly and glanced between the space between you and him or lack thereof. “You good?”

 You, too, were fully aware, of the position the two of you were in and you bounced on his lap to tease him, earning the cutest surprised groan you had ever heard elicit from his lips. You howled with laughter at his reaction and stood up, pulling by the hands to stand and dance with you. When you noticed his refusal to dance, opting to instead stand still and look at you in vexation, you pulled his head to your chest, pressing him firmly between your breasts with your arms and swayed to the music as you shouted the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

 “Y/N,” Yoongi whined. He was drunk, too, but not drunk enough to let you do this to him, not enough to let you shove your tits in his face, no matter how warm and tender they felt against him. Finally, he freed himself of your grip and you moved onto your next victim.

 He felt his face burn and he realized he had been holding his breath for too long while he was still in your grasp. He felt an uncomfortable tightening in his pants and fanned himself with his hand. Was it hot in the room or was it just him?

“Is she dead?” Jungkook peered over the couch to see your face.

 Namjoon clicked his tongue. “Girl is wasted.”

 It was 3:27 am and everyone had been exhausted from the night’s events, but after having too many drinks and exerting all of your energy, you had fallen asleep on the sofa, which indicated that it was time for everyone to go home.

 Jungkook began reaching for your face with a marker. “Should we draw a mustache on her face with a marker like they do in movies?”

 Seokjin swatted Jungkook’s hand away from your face. “No. I mean unless you have a death wish.” He did not specify if it would be you or Seokjin who would inflict death on Jungkook, and while both options were terrifying, he preferred it to be Seokjin. You were far too scary and your punishments were gruesome.  

 They all helped Hoseok clean the mess they had made around the loft, putting everything in its rightful place and taking out the trash. Once the deed had been done, Hoseok dismissed Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung, while the older boys finished tidying up; they obliged and headed home. Namjoon had to leave a bit early as he had to meet with an artist in the afternoon.

 “Y/N can sleep over on my bed tonight,” Hoseok declared. It wasn’t the first time you had crashed over his place when you were too drunk to function or take a cab home, and besides, you were too drunk to be left home alone anyways. It wasn’t safe. “I can sleep on my futon.”

 “I’ll help her get dressed, then.” Seokjin gently pulled your sleeping figure forward to stand, but you were uncooperative. He settled for carrying you to Hoseok’s bedroom instead, your sleeping body cradled in his arms before he gently dropped you onto the mattress.

 Once you had woken up the slightest bit, Seokjin helped you dress into one of Hoseok’s large t-shirts so that you would sleep comfortably. Scratch that—Seokjin undressed you from your bralette and sweatpants and lifted your arms to dress you into Hoseok’s t-shirt while you did the bare minimum, sitting on Hoseok’s bed and allowing Seokjin to do all of the work for you. After dressing you into a clean shirt, he washed your face for you, knowing the importance and emphasis you held on maintaining a proper skin care routine and not wanting for you to break your routine because you were drunk off of your ass. Luckily, Hoseok had the same facial cleanser you used at home.

 Seokjin looked at you disapprovingly, seeing the state you were in. “Y/N, what will I do with you?”

 You had already begun drifting into sleep on Hoseok’s bed, eyelids half-open, half-closed with your gaze focusing on Seokjin weakly. “Jiiiiin,” you drawled out. He moved closer to your face and hummed for you to continue. You threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. “I love youuuu.”

 Seokijn clicked his tongue, yet a grin had broken through. You were too precious. “Get some rest, okay?” You nodded weakly and he separated himself from your grasp and planted a tender kiss onto your forehead, pulling the sheets over your now sleeping body.

 Hoseok and Yoongi had been standing by the bedroom entrance waiting for Seokjin to finish caring for you.

 “I’ll stay up to watch over her—make sure she’ll be okay,” Yoongi volunteered.

 Hoseok suppressed a yawn. “It’s okay, I got this.”

 “I can take her to my place and watch her.” Seokjin intervened, eyes already red and droopy from exhaustion; naturally, he wanted to be the one to take care of his best friend, especially after not having seen her in person for four months, but he was not in a good condition to do so.

 Yoongi pat Hoseok’s shoulder. “No, go get some rest. I can watch her,” he insisted. He looked at Seokjin. “You need to get some rest too, you were on a 7-hour flight. You must be fucking exhausted. Take a cab home.”

 Hoseok was well acquainted with the fact that you and Yoongi had become friends, so he held no worries with Yoongi taking care of you while he and Seokjin were resting, nor did he find Yoongi’s willingness to watch over you in case you got sick while sleeping strange. It was not uncommon for Yoongi to extend a hand to someone whom he cared about and you were no exception to his kindness.

 Seokjin, on the other hand, was hesitant in letting Yoongi care for you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Yoongi—his years of camaraderie with Yoongi had long since proven that Yoongi was a dependable person; he also knew you and Yoongi had become friends as well, based on what you had told him while he was away filming in Spain. It was more the fact that he felt most comfortable with Hoseok caring for you, seeing as he and you had been friends for years and Seokjin had seen your friendship and platonic intimacy with his own two eyes, as opposed to you and Yoongi. Still, Yoongi was a good option—well, the only option since he had been exhausted beyond belief, jet lag finally affecting him—and so he agreed.

 Seokijn gathered his phone and made his way to leave the loft, halting by the door for a moment to look at Yoongi. “Take good care of her, okay?” His tone was stern and Yoongi felt shivers course through his body upon seeing Seokjin’s sudden and unusual change in demeanor.

 “Of course,” he replied, feeling a bit nervous; Seokjin was frightening when he was serious. With that, he left Hoseok’s loft.

 Yoongi was already on his way to Hoseok’s bedroom to watch you when Hoseok had been leaving with a spare pillow and blanket that he would be using to sleep on his couch while you slept on his bed.

 “I don’t really have to tell you, but make yourself comfortable in there,” Hoseok ended with a yawn.

 Yoongi waved him away with his hand and Hoseok made his leave into the living room, leaving Yoongi behind with your sleeping figure.

 He took a seat on Hoseok’s work desk and pulled out his song book and pen from his back pocket. If he was going to stay up making sure you were going to be okay, he was going to do something productive in the meantime. He opened his songbook and attempted writing, but was only able to jot down a few words. The night’s events were coursing through his mind and he realized how much he had missed the company of his friends, including you. Sure, it had felt a bit strange knowing that he was the only one who had not known that you were very well acquainted with his best friends, but the dynamic between all of you together had felt pleasantly natural. He had only been friends with you for a few months, but the time spent together between the eight of you was so natural that it felt as though you all had been a group of friends for years.

 What did surprise him, though, was your intimacy with Seokjin. His dad jokes were cringy and he was excessively self-confident in a way that transcended humility, but Yoongi noticed that you laughed at Seokjin’s jokes nonetheless and inflated his ego even further whenever he boasted about his appearance. He noticed that when you boasted about yourself as well, Seokjin returned the favor and ardently meant it when he had said you were the most ethereal woman he had ever set his eyes on. The rest of the boys agreed as well, fuck, even Yoongi agreed, but he felt something in the pit of his stomach that unsettled him about the situation. There was also the look stern Seokjin gave him before leaving Hoseok’s loft, which indicated how he took your well-being seriously and wanted Yoongi to do the same. He wasn’t sure what it was, or why this feeling of disquiet had risen, and not knowing perturbed him even further.

 What also unsettled him was how hot and bothered he had gotten when you practically ground your ass on his crotch and then pressed his face onto your warm breasts. Becoming aroused was a natural reaction to what you had done, he supposed, and it wasn’t unorthodox for you to get clingy with your friends, as he had observed from your behavior with Hoseok when the three of you hung out together and now with Seokjin and the others. He knew you loved to tease him, and this was even more apparent when you were inebriated and felt compelled to tease him further. Still, feeling this flustered unnerved him. It wasn’t like he he was a virgin (although he hadn’t gotten any action for around a year). Yoongi decided to brush it off for now, opting to instead check up on you. He wheeled away from the work desk and moved towards the bed you were sleeping in.

 Quite frankly, you looked fucked up. You were spread out on Hoseok’s bed, one leg sticking outside of the mattress and the other folded with your knee pointing towards the ceiling. Your eyelids were puffy, your hair was disheveled, you reeked of alcohol, and drool seeped onto Hoseok’s pillowcase as you slept serenely. He felt a bit rude for staring at you, especially in the state you were in. He knew you were constantly aware of your appearance and you wouldn’t have approved of his staring at you. Yet, he couldn’t help but watch you sleep. It was the first time he had seen you so vulnerable. It wasn’t that you were always on-guard, but you never allowed anyone to see you so unkempt, which he was able to understand—he wouldn’t want anyone seeing him when he looked this fucked up too. The guilt he had felt for watching your sleeping figure wasn’t enough to make him stop watching you, though.

 He collected the bed sheets that had fallen onto the floor and covered you with them properly after pulling your leg back into the mattress. Sitting back down onto the chair, he continued admiring your face, enjoying the tranquility of the room shared by only the two of you. He leaned his elbow onto the mattress and perched his head up, chin on the palm of his hand as you snored quietly. God, you were so cute. Despite being unkempt and being drunk off of your ass, you were a paragon of divinity. He brushed the curls out of your face and tucked it behind your ear so he could see you properly in all of your glory. His fingers remained where they were on your face, the back of his hand grazing against your cheek ever-so-slightly. You twitched at the touch and upon seeing you twitch, he froze in place. Had he been caught in the act? You licked your lips and swallowed, his eyes following the movement of your lips, the temptation to kiss them growing like tides every moment that passed while he stared at them. He couldn’t though, it wasn’t right to kiss you while unconscious. Kissing a deity is dangerous.

He bit down his desires and wheeled his way back to Hoseok’s desk. You inspired him to compose.

a/n again: part 2 was weird and goofy as hell i rlly cringed writing this whole thing tbh. i hope y’all liked my dog lol his irl name is Mangu tho..here’s a pic of him!! btw, when i wrote that scene where y/n was downing the hennessey this is the video i was referring to LMAO y/n and jin have a very interesting dynamic that i am excited to explore in further parts/chapters. need me a freak like jin who’ll wash my face when i’m fucked up😩  and if u didn’t know what song y/n and seokjin were singing during karaoke then you’re prob too young to read this fic 👀  stick around a little bit longer and it’ll start getting angsty and smutty lol. as i said before, pls leave me feedback/criticism!! it helps me in the creative process and motivates me to write further thank youuuuu until next time

[suckitsurveys]

What’s your favourite cereal? Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Is there a bus stop near your house? Yes.

Do you prefer red wine or white wine? Red. 

What’s the last airport you were at? Why were you there? Midway International, to drop off my friend Sarah to go back to Boston.

Who do you live with? Mark and our kitten.

Do you read reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? No.

Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend? Nope.

What’s the weather like today? Is it nice enough to go outside? It’s a little chilly but yeah.

Do you know anyone who’s had a baby recently? Yes.

Have you used a pen or pencil today? What did you write down? Yes, a pencil to write something down for work.

What does your last text message say and who is it from? It’s from my cousin. It’s long so I’m not gunna type it out but it was basically her telling me she needed to find out if someone could drive Britt (her daughter) to my dad’s house tomorrow for our version of Easter.

Can you count how many times you’ve seen your favourite film? Nope, it’s A LOT.

When was the last time you ate marshmallows? I had peeps not too long ago.

Do you listen to any podcasts? How do you listen to them? Nah.

How old will you be in the year 2030? 40/41. Barf.

Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from? Eh.

What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on? I don’t recall. Rent, probably.

Do you prefer yes or no questions or more open-ended questions? Open-ended for sure.

What brand of toilet paper do you usually buy? The store brand.

If I knocked on your door right now, would you be acceptable dressed? I’m not at home, so.

Why did you leave your last job? It was seasonal.

What colour were the last socks you wore? I am wearing black and yellow socks right now.

Are you studying currently? What level of education and what do you study? Nope.

Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? I did on accident once, because I went to the car while the person I was with went to the bathroom I thought he was going to take care of the check but on the way home he asked “how much was the bill?” and I was like “umm you didn’t pay it???” We felt super shitty about it but our bill would have been like $15 at most and we were already like half an hour away from the restaurant so we were like oops oh well.

What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud? I don’t know, probably something a coworker said.

What’s your favourite scent of air freshener? Coconut or gardenia.

How many weddings have you ever been to? Three.

Do you know anyone named Nora? Yes, a friend from high school’s daughter is named Nora.

Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi? I just got a mani-pedi the other day.

When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play? A month or so ago when Rachel and Martin came over. We played Cards Against Humanity, which I guess is technically a card game but oh well you get the idea.

How old were you when you first became sexually active? Depends on how you define it. I don’t believe having penetrative sex is the end-all-be-all of sexual experience. To me, sexually active is an awareness of your own sexuality and how you choose to use it. In that case, I have been sexually active since I was about 15.

Have you ever been to a festival for beer or other type of alcohol? Yes, an Oktoberfest thing they do near my sister’s house.

Do you own a record player and/or vinyls? I own some records but not a player.

When was the last time you went out for drinks? I don’t really go out just for drinks. There’s usually always food involved.

Have you ever been to a strip club? No.

Do you know anyone with a ‘virtue name’? I looked this up before and now I can’t remember what they are. I feel like “Grace” is one of them, in which case, I know two Graces. Lemme refresh my memory because now I am curious. Okay, I was right. And I also know a Faith.

Would you ever wear real authentic leather? Maybe?

Have you taken out the trash today? Nope.

How often do you wear make-up? Rarely.

What’s your opinion on The Simpsons? Eh, I don;t really have one on way or the other. I haven’t watched an episode in a very very long time.

Do you prefer horizontal or vertical stripes? Whichever.

Do you know anyone who has been through a divorce? Yes.

If you had the money, would you take taxis everywhere instead of driving? That seems like a waste.

Have you ever done a juice cleanse? Nope.

Do you have any friends who you can’t decide if they’re attractive or not? Um.

Is the inside of your fridge clean right now or does it need a clean out? It’s not terrible.

When was the last time you washed the dishes? It’s been a while. Mark usually takes care of them.

Are there any magazines that you read on a regular basis? Nope. I haven’t read a magazine in a long time.

Do you have to pay for parking in most places in the town/city you live in? Oh yes. Chicago is effing horrible for parking.

What’s the first thing you tend to do when you have a headache? Take something. My headaches don’t go away on their own. I can usually catch migraines because I get the little squiggly vision before the actual headache comes on, so when that happens I take something right away and that usually combats the actual headache itself.

Tell me about your responsibilities at work. I have to give people access on their IDs to get them into buildings and shit around the campus.

Can you hear lots of traffic from your house? Does it bother you? I can hear air traffic, since we are like 6 miles away from the airport.

Have you ever had proper Canadian poutine with the squeaky cheese? Nope and I have no desire to. I don’t like gravy.

Do your parents know how to operate smartphones and/or computers? Yes, my dad uses both for his job.

How old are your parents, anyway? My father will be 67 in a few days.

Are you allergic to anything? What do you have to do to prevent them? Nope.

What song is stuck in your head at the moment? Nothing really.

What’s your boss’ first name? Do you call him/her by that name? For the upteenth time, I am unemployed.

When was the last time you wore a uniform of any kind? What colour was it? I had one when I worked at Party City over 6 years ago and I’m pretty sure that was the last time I was told what to wear. It was a black shirt and khakis.

Did you complete a survey before taking this one? Will you take one after? I didn’t. I might do another one.

Have you ever lost enough weight to drop a dress size? Working on it.

What’s your favourite kind of bread? GARLIC.

When was the last time you got pizza? What toppings did you get? It’s been a while but I bet you anything it was pepperoni and black olives.

Do you own Monopoly? Is it the original or a special version? I have a Nightmare Before Christmas version I’ve never played.

What was the last thing you said out loud? "Thank you” to my coworker who is trying to set up my new computer.

You have to choose one: cats or dogs? Kitties.

How do you travel to and from work? My car.

Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why? Card.

Have you ever been to a stadium concert? Yes, a couple.

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