#and things like people just hanging out half undressed or locking themselves in the bathroom then falling asleep or climbing on porch roofs

[hotasfahrenheit]

To anyone watching Only Friends and thinking "wow these people are all terrible to each other and awful, I don't like this show, why do these people even call each other friends" I would like to congratulate you on not having an insular friend group in your early 20s that was all a little too obsessed and in love with each other but also sometimes hated each other instead, where everyone was sleeping with someone (or multiple someones) and on the fact that you probably never had to hang a sign on your apartment door that said "no drama llamas allowed" when you had a party because all your friends were messy bitches and you knew someone was going to end up in a fight and/or naked before long

What

I'm glad for you is what I'm saying because I knew all of these characters or versions of them and I loved them anyway, but life was so stressful sometimes, and I love these fictional messes too 🤷‍♀️

[lu-undy]

(it is me, sad boi)

Prehaps Spy is coming home from work, it was absolutely horrid, people were mean to him, he got yeeted down the stairs. And he really wants to cry.

But good ol snipey steps in and lets him cry, but doesn't let him do anything bad to himself? 🥺

Here it is!

“Frenchie! You dishonored this entire unit!” Soldier exclaimed at his colleague as he entered the resupply room.

“Bloody hell, Spy, why didn’t you sap that sentry?” Demo opened a wide eye.

“Yeah, Spy, you useless, d’you - Argh?!”

A blade had flown to the wall an inch away from Scout’s eye, ending up planted on the wall of the resupply room.

The battles of the day had just ended in a loss and the mercenaries had regrouped in the respawn room. Spy ignored his colleagues and headed straight back to his quarters.

“Yeah, yeah, go back to your room and smoke your cigarettes till tomorrow!”

Sniper went to the blade and retrieved it from next to Scout’s head, taking the opportunity to tower the young man.

“What? What are you lookin’ at?” The Bostonian answered, looking up at his taller colleague.

The Aussie growled and took the blade in his pocket before turning away from Scout.

“Yeah, go back to your useless boyfriend! He didn’t do anythin’ right today and we lost cause of him - ARGH?!”

The kukri landed on the wall, where Spy’s blade was, and the door opened and closed again as the sound of Sniper’s heeled boots faded away.

There was a knock at the door with the knife symbol.

“Go to hell!”

“Spook.”

There was a second of silence.

“Spook, can I?”

Sniper didn’t hear Spy sigh and melt further down on his sofa, in front of the fireplace. He took the doorknob in his hand and slightly twisted it. He gently pushed the door and entered. 

“Spook? You left your door unlocked?” 

It was unusual enough to be mentioned. As Sniper entered, he locked it, for his and Spy’s peace of mind and came next to his lover. He removed his hat and aviators that he put on the coffee table and took a seat next to his lover. 

"Hey…" 

No answer from Spy and Sniper noticed the bottle of wine in his hand, the disheveled looks, the tie, half-undone and the lock of hair sticking out of his mask. 

"Luv'?" 

Spy took a deep breath and sighed. 

"Go away." 

"What? Spook-"

"Go. Away." 

Sniper sighed. 

"I'm not gonna let you get piss drunk on yer own." He took the bottle off of Spy's hand and took a generous gulp of it. "Oh, mate, that's a shite one." 

"It serves its purpose." 

"What?" 

"It makes the pain physical, that way it is much easier to heal." 

Spy was still not looking his lover in the eye and stared angrily at the dancing flames of the fireplace in front of him. He didn't feel their warmth.

"Here." Sniper passed him the bottle and it lasted for half an hour, maybe more. The bottle went from gloved hand to naked one, back and forth, until Sniper put it on the coffee table. There was still some wine left inside. 

"Spook?" 

"What?" 

"Don't listen to them. We lost as a team." 

Spy scoffed. 

"They are right. My inability to sap that sentry cost us the victory today. But what infuriates me is not that I did not succeed."

"What is it?" 

"The humiliation both from the enemy and my own team."

"What d'you mean?" 

"I have received more of the infamous jarate and mad milk today than in the past months combined." 

"Why?" 

"At first I thought it was a coincidence. But non. It turned out that the enemy Scout and Sniper had a bet going on, about who would cover me the most often in their atrocious fluids."

"Twisted bastards." 

"You use your jarate too." Spy said. 

"Yeah, but I don't just use it for humiliation. I get the job done with it, and move on."

"Hm. Oui. Maybe. In any case, I was sent in a spiral of endless respawns. Each time I got within a few metres of the sentry, they would find me out by throwing their glass jars or bottles at me, before their Pyro would burn me to death. I can still smell their filth on me." 

"Then let's go and take a shower." Sniper suggested.

"Non." 

"Right, you know what? Keep bein' grumpy, I'll make you take a shower." 

"What?!"

"C'mere." Sniper pulled his colleague out of the sofa and dragged him to his private bathroom. He turned the shower on and closed the door. 

"Sniper, this is ridiculous."

"You're bein' ridiculous too. Now, shush and let me do the right thing for you." Sniper undressed his lover and pulled the shower curtain open. "Come on, chop, chop." 

"Non."

"Spy, you're standin' here, naked and you'll catch a cold. Get in there, oh?" 

Spy bent forward until his head bumped Sniper's chest. He raised his hands and clung on to him. 

"I have been such a failure today." 

"No, what're you talkin' about? You weren't alone eh? Demo or Soldier could have taken the sentry out if Medic had popped on them. God knows what the nurse was up to. I was bullied relentless by the bastard in a suit."

"Am I… a bastard in a suit?"

"No. Not you. You're… You're everythin'." He laced his arms around the slim frame of the naked, sad Frenchie. 

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Don't let go of me." He asked, clinging to his work shirt, and the Aussie smiled, albeit sadly. 

"It's alright… I've got you…" 

"M-Mundy… I am tired… I am so, so tired…" He pushed his head deeper in his lover's chest. 

"I know, love, I know. But I'm here, eh? It's just one of those days."

"Stay with me, please, don't leave me." 

"I won't, I won't." Mundy slipped his hand in his lover's greasy hair and brushed the salt and pepper locks back. He bent his head down to drop his lips on his lover's forehead and Spy closed his eyes, arching his eyebrows up, pleadingly. "Look at you, you fragile thing… Get in the shower and wash yerself, you'll see, you'll feel better afterwards." 

"Non…" 

"C'mon, listen to me, now."

Spy opened his eyes and looked up at Sniper. 

"Come with me." 

"In the shower?" 

Spy nodded.

"I don't want to let go of you. Everything feels so… empty, without you." 

Mundy smiled. 

"Right, let me get out of my clothes."

"May I help?" 

"O'course." 

With four hands on his clothes, Mundy got out of his clothes very fast. As soon as he finished, Spy, or Lucien in the intimacy, latched onto him. 

"Hey, now… Are you alright?" 

The Frenchman nodded, his head still against his chest. Mundy pulled him under the shower head and closed the shower curtain. 

"Here we go. Now, which one's your fancy shampoo again…?" He asked, looking at the bottles. 

Lucien just enjoyed the hot water trickling down his head and his lover's body. He felt Mundy's fingers work in his hair and soon, the foam came to his ears, deafening him. He closed his eyes and waited for a while. Mundy was washing his own hair and then, he pulled his lover under the water again and rinsed it all away from him. Next came the shower gel. 

"Love, I gotta unstick you, hold on."

"Non…!" Lucien held his lover harder, digging his fingers behind his back. Mundy chuckled. He loved Lucien as much as he did Spy. The only difference was that Spy would hide Lucien's sensitivity and softness under a thick mask of arrogance and cold-bloodedness. But Mundy knew it, the Frenchman would show his vulnerable side only to him, and he loved that.

"Please, sweet thing, I promise I won't be long."

"Make it quick." 

Mundy spread the shower gel on his lover and Lucien mirrored him on his tall lover. In the end, Mundy took a bit of foam on the tip of his index finger and tapped the tip of Lucien's nose with it. The Frenchman pulled his nose back and his eyes crossed on the foam hanging there, making Mundy laugh. 

"You look like a clueless kitten." 

Lucien grimaced and Mundy pulled his chin with one hand before kissing his lips. When he withdrew, Lucien pushed himself to the tip of his toes for more. 

The shower and the entire bathroom were in a thick fog of steam. 

"Right, let's get out now, yeah?" 

"Non." 

Mundy stopped the water running. 

"You gonna say 'non' to everythin' I say?" 

"Oui."

"At least, that one is a 'oui'." 

They stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off before heading to Spy's bedroom. 

"Here, that's your fancy pyjamas…" Mundy threw a shirt and a pair of trousers to his lover. "And that's my boxer shorts." He slipped them on.

Lucien joined him in bed and curled in his arms. The Aussie wrapped his arms around him and let his fingers lazily brush the Frenchman's silky, wet hair. 

"You feel better?" 

"Oui. Merci." 

"There we go, then. Forget about everythin', I'm here with you." Mundy adjusted the blanket around them both. 

"I… I felt terrible about myself."

"I know." 

"But somehow you manage to pull me out of these fits of… of powerful distress." 

"You're bein' dramatic."

"I am being in love." Lucien shut his eyes.

"Pfff, c'mere…" Mundy chuckled and left a kiss on his lover's brow before rolling to his back, Lucien lying on top of him. 

"Mundy?" 

"Yes, Lu'?" 

Lucien raised his head and looked down at his lover with a smile. 

"Thank you." 

"No worries."

"Non, really, I am in your debt." 

"You're bein' dramatic again, luv'." Mundy tapped the tip of his lover's nose with a grin. 

"I cannot help it."

"I know, I love you for that, and the rest." 

Lucien bent to push his lips on Mundy's and they melted in a nap, the Aussie's arms around his lover, while Lucien nuzzled in the hollow of his neck.

[samiami29]

You.

Pairing: Jhope x Reader

Genera: Romance

Word count :1339

You attend the last stop on the BTS world tour ,you're only in town for the night and someone just walked into your hotel room.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first published Fan fic ! More Chapters to come!Please enjoy

 CH 1 NEW YORK

Reader POV:

*Breathing heavy*

You step into your dimly lit hotel room exhausted from the days events. Quickly you remove your knee high black boots and toss them to the side. The ache in your feet makes you collapse onto the bed. How did you stand in them so long? it had been at least 8 hours before you even got into the concert venue, Jumping up and down, dancing. Excitement and joy makes pain non existent, your happiness fueled you ,you were untouchable. Now you feel it all .Someone deserves a reward . Massaging your feet you think about the boys. You scored GA pit and you were on the barricade .Your Heart was racing so fast you thought you would collapse right there ,Your bias Jhope kept your attention during the performances, you didn't see anyone else. He was on stage dancing and you were his audience nothing around you existed .Something about the way he moved drew you in, it muted all sound when his eyes caught yours in a haze, it was just a moment that he saw you .it was enough,he was in his own spotlight you knew he was born for this. That smile brightened everything around you. You bathed in that sunshine .The warmth so much like the feeling of a home you only ever dreamed of. Snapped out of your trance you grab your debit card from your purse and jumped off the bed barefoot ,open your hotel door leaving the long metal lock hanging out as to not lock yourself out while you run to the vending machine to grab a few waters for yourself. Hands full you push through the door and set them down on the nightstand . You started to unpack your things from your purse and tossed your ARMY bomb onto the bed and grabbed a small candle you retrieved from the local CVS on your way back . You then proceeded to get undressed and run yourself a bath. You were one of the lucky ones who grabbed this 5 star hotel room 5 months prior before it booked up. The lights remained off with the exception of one nightstand lamp .You ran the water until it filled to your liking and lit the small candle. It smelled like sunflowers and fresh linen, maybe he smelled like that too you thought as you breathed in deeply the sweet scent. your phone layed on the edge of the tub playing soft instrumental music .This was the perfect way to wind down. Slipping in you can feel the heat rising ,steam hovering above your skin as you submerged your body into the water. It enveloped around you holding onto you. You closed your eyes to relive it all again..... Jhope POV: 'Eh ' you said Your voice was low and tired and you were bent over hands on hips breathing hard, sweating. This was your 6th stop on the world tour here in the states 'Last song ' Yoongi said as he put his arm around your shoulders. comforting you. You look over at him nod and stand up fully, waiting for the cue. You hear ARMY chanting and you half smile knowing this is why you do it. One of the staff pulls you quickly and starts dabbing your forehead with a cold wash cloth and shoves a water bottle into your hand 'Eh drink quickly!' The staff member says as you break open the bottle and chug. You look around you everyone is tired .Jungkook is jumping up and down with Namjoon hyping themselves up. Jin is calmly crouched in the corner sipping water while a staff member fixes his hair. 'Ah ' Jin whines 'My hair is fine' Taehyung chimes in jokingly with 'Do you not know this is Mister Worldwide handsome?' .Jimin slaps Taehyungs back laughing at his sarcastic response to his hyung. The staff member chuckles as Jin smiles and let's them proceed. The main production manager motions all of you over quickly. 'ENERGY ENERGY,  ENERGY! you got this ' You all huddle together "BANGTAN SONYEONDON!" *Break* you head out to the stage as you hear the Outro of Love Myself begin to play. You meet eyes with Yoongi who gives a sly half smile 'let's do this' he says . You reach the end of the extended stage .Lights beaming down on you ,you try to see all of the glowing faces looking at you.You want to see all of ARMYs smiles, capture each one like a photograph for your memory ,today truly was One of the Most Beautiful Moments in life. Looking down into the pit you see so many beautiful people smiling at you. You are always amazed at how diverse they are .You try to meet everyone's gaze. You feel salty sweat dripping down your forehead but the adrenaline made you feel light as air. On stage you were untouchable ,pain did not exist ,your sore muscles were suddenly new with strength, every movement of your body was done with passion and purpose. You knew you were born to do this. The performance was coming to an end And each of the other members spoke in turn to ARMY ,you grabbed the mic. Smiled wide ,you look up and see your face on the big screen and laugh at the sight of it. 'ARMY! Thankyou, We do this for you, I hope tonight we made you proud of us and that you look forward to meeting us again!' You throw out a half heart with Yoongi and smile . Waving goodbye you begin to walk back down the main stage and towards the back. You all nod in satisfaction that you put on a great performance and proceed to discuss plans for the rest of the night. 'I'm going back to hotel to eat bulgogi and sleep' you say immediately 'I'll be in the room later, I'll be quiet' Yoongi says . You grab your belongings and head with the staff and members to the private exit after helping them clear the stage and equipment and start getting into the jet black SUVs .Looking through the window you see fans cheering from the parking garage levels . 'Ah. Look at them all the way up there to watch us go, we are so lucky to have such dedicated fans' Namjoon who was in the car with you smiles and nods in agreement . You get out of the car and head to the elevator of the hotel, drunk with sleepiness you push a button not paying much mind. The doors open and you step out and head to your room. you go to pull out your hotel key but realize that the door is propped open already with the long metal lock. *Yoongi must have gotten here quickly * you thought to yourself as you push open the door and look around. Yoongi was no where in sight. It was dark only a nightstand lamp lit a small corner of the room. You throw your things on the bed and hear a small **clack** noise. Concerned you may have hit something valuable of Yoongis you turn on your phone and use the lighting to get your bearings and look around. It was an ARMY bomb on the bed that your bag had hit. Confused at the idea of Yoongi having an ARMY bomb with your Stage name on it you looked around more feverishly. 'Ah! what's this!?' you confusingly mutter Long black high heel boots .....a purse. Someone was in your room. An ARMY was is your room! you think as you panic. You hear noise from the bathroom. Soft swishing and movement like water. Violin playing in the background. The door is slightly open .Without thinking you peek through and are met with a face full of warm steam .In the blurriness you see a figure of a woman soaking quietly. Heart racing as you think of how to confront her. How did she get in here?

[lotustories]

Define: Love

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader

Type: fluff, slight angst, slight smut

Warning: rude behavior, vulgar language, mentions of alcohol use and sexual activity, mentions of food, mentions of eating habits.

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Chapter 2

Sunday. You had one more free day before you had to start classes. You were less nervous than when you first arrived. The people were welcoming, well most of them.

You found the photography club that you wanted to join the day before. You wanted to apologize for amber pulling you away mid conversation. The door was semi empty, a small blonde walking around with papers in her hands. “Hi, uhm is Jenny here?” You grabbed her attention. She snapped her eyes to you in confusion and shook her head. “No, Jenny is not in yet. Can I help you with something?” She questioned. Small excitement in her eyes. “I just wanted to apologize for yesterday and explain that i rushed a sorority, so I won’t be able to join.” She frowned but nodded. “They don’t allow other clubs, i understand.” She sighed, then gave a soft shrug. “It’s okay, i can tell Jenny.” She offered. “I just know she really needed more recruits so I feel bad.” She shook her head. “We got our needed recruits. We’ll be okay!” She gleamed. “It’s fine ange, we don’t need people like her in our club anyway.” A voice broke your attention away. “I’m sorry, what’s that supposed to mean?” Your eyes met a doe eyed boy. “Privileged rich girls who only care for themselves.” He retorted, sitting down on the desk. “I’m not privileged,” you stutter “uh, who are you?” You blinked. Trying your best not to get defensive. “The kid you ran into yesterday, I’m fine by the way. I’ll survive without the sorry you didn’t give me for running into me and breaking my camera.” He snarled. “Now I have to rent every time this club meets because I can’t just replace things as easy as you.” He continued. “That was an accident, I didn’t do it on purpose.” You looked down at the school camera bag. “Can we start already?” He ignored you, his eyes going to the blonde. “Jungkook, we have to wait for Jenny.” She seemed tense. Awkward by his aggression. “I’m sorry for bumping into you, it want my fault and I didn’t get a chance to stop.” He continued ignoring you. “Please tell Jenny I was interested, but i can’t.” You turned your attention to the girl, a scoff coming from jungkook as he tapped his pen on the table. Clearly irritated by your presence.

Asshole. You groaned as you left the room. Huffing as you walked the hall, you must’ve been distracted by Jungkook’s attitude that you didn’t notice the class room door swing open. Your body collided with it, hard. You suddenly felt hands wrap around your arms to steady you. Your unfocused eyes looking up to the man in front of you. wow. His beauty immediately mesmerizing you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to swing the door open that much.” He smiled as he tried to speak gently to you. “It’s okay, i wasn’t paying attention.” You laughed awkwardly. He had unique eyes, one of his eyelids was a double lid and the other mono. He was beautiful. “You’ve got paint on your cheek.” You motioned to your skin. His cheek covered in yellow paint. He reached his hands up and wiped it. Missing. “Oh, no.” You motioned again. “Still there.” You laughed as he tried once again only to miss once more. “Here.” You hesitantly reaches your hand up to wipe his cheek bone. You wiped the yellow paint on your finger off on your jeans making him squeal. “No! You’ve ruined your jeans.” He panicked but you only smiled. “They’re just jeans.” You looked down to your jeans, the stripe of yellow along your thigh. “What’s your name?” He leaned against the wall. “I’m yn.” He smiled at your name. His boxy smile making your heart flutter. “You?” You nodded, his lip pulling in between his teeth. “Taehyung.” His paint stained hands rummaging through his bag, finally finding what he was looking for. “I have to run, but if you ever are interested in being a model for me.” He handed you a card. “Beauty like you deserved to be appreciated.” He smiled once more before leaving you alone.

It was almost 5pm. In a few hours you were supposed to go on a date with Jimin, so with nothing else to do you went to get ready. Making your way to the showers. Dorm. Dorm. Dorm. Dorm. Dorm. Where the hell were the showers. Yesterday you used the facilities around the school, never the ones in the building. You didn’t think to find them until now. “Are you lost princess?” A familiar voice calling out to you. You turned to find Jimin walking toward you with a towel around his neck. “Where the hell are the showers?” You furrowed your brows in frustration. “This way.” He led you down the hallway, the co-ed bathroom making you come to a halt. “It’s okay, the bathrooms have their own private area. Nobody will see you or bother you.” You gave a hesitant look before pulling your lips into a half smile. Entering the shower to a two part compartment. The first part is like a changing area. A small bench with a curtain leading out and the other side a door. You placed your clothes down and went through the door, spacious for a college shower. Locking the door behind you, you undressed and turned the shower handle. The water flowing effortlessly making your body relax. You stayed in there maybe 20 minutes longer than you should’ve. The hot water turned cold and your entire body refused to get out. By the time you got out, Jimin was waiting by the door. His messy pink hair sticking to his face as he stood there patiently. “Have you been waiting the whole time?” You asked shocked. Jimin’s head peeking up as he heard your voice, smiling at you as you both started walking. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

8 came around quickly, you had dressed nicely. You had no idea where you’d go, so you didn’t want to over or underdress. Jimin waited patiently outside your dorm, dressed in a nice button up with regular dress pants. It suited him so well, his chest slightly exposed as the small chain around his neck brought your attention to his exposed skin. “Wow.” He huffed, eyeing you up and down before meeting your eyes with a wide smile. “Wow Yourself.” really? He motioned for you to walk first, keeping you close by as you walked to the downside of campus. The school was super busy at night. Many kids out, hanging with their newly made friends. Laughing and screaming as College was freedom to many. An escape from home. “So, I know we’re a grade level apart.” Jimin broke the silence. Your attention pulling away from your surroundings. “But I promise I’m not flirting with you to get into your pants. I just want to say that now.” He admitted, his voice nervous. “I wouldn’t have said yes to this date if I thought that.” Your answer made him relax. “Glad to know that just because I’m in a frat doesn’t mean you think I’m a whore.” You giggled at his comment. “Well, to be fair I am in a sorority now. I’m nothing like Jada.” You whispered and he nodded his head in agreement. “Thank god for that.” He held open the restaurant door for you.

“Hi, table for two?” The hostesses eyes widened as she looked at Jimin, but she remained professional. “Reservation for Park.” She gave a fake smile as she clenched the menus in her hand, nodding as she walked us to the table. “Here you are, your server will be with you in a minute.” She put the menus down and walked away. “Are you liked by like everybody?” You joked and he gave a small smile. “I don’t care for them. Most of them want my money, a few want one night stands.” He shrugged. “And you’re used to it? It doesn’t intrigue you?” Your eyebrow raised, he put his menu down. His attention fully to you. “I have yet to have someone catch my attention until now.” You could feel your face warm. “What’s good here?” You bit down your smile. “I really like the pasta.” He smiled, looking down at his menu as he talked about the food. “Hi, my name is Mer. I will be caring for you tonight.” She smiled, her attention on both of you before turning to Jimin to wait for his drink . “I’ll have a water.” He looked to you to order for yourself. “Do you guys have unsweetened tea?” You questioned, you could see the corner of jimins mouth perk up in a smile. “Yes, would you like lemon in that?” Her attention on the pad. “Oh, yes.” You answered. Finally a girl who wasn’t fully interested in Jimin. “Can we add some to my water as well, please.” Jimin interrupted. She shut her eyes tightly, cursing under her breath at herself as she nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” She paused, licking her lips as she clicked her pen 3 times. “Are you ready to order, or do we need another minute?” She spoke softly. “I’m ready if you are.” Jimin looked to you, his eyes soft as you looked back down. “I’ll have this chicken pasta with the broccoli.” You tapped as she wrote. Jimin looked down to his to order. “I’ll take the steak, medium rare.” She nodded and looked back to him. “and for your side?” She was nervous. This job was new for her. “A Sunday after to share with my date.” He looked at you. A small smile on his lips as he gathered the menus to hand back to her. “Very well, I’ll get this in.” He thanked her as she hurried off. “Way to make a girl feel skinny. I ordered a whole meal. Steak.” You joked as his eyes crinkled. “You are perfect. There’s nothing wrong with loving food, I just can’t eat much because of my stomach.” He admitted. Immediately feeling bad you pouted. “Why not?” He smiled, reaching his hand across the table to hold yours. “Usually, if I eat more than my fist. I get terrible stomach cramps. I try to behave and not eat more than I can handle. It’s just a me thing, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.” His thumb caressing your hand. “No, why would I feel uncomfortable?” He fake smiled this time. “My last girlfriend hated it. Said I was doing it just to make her feel bad about herself.” You immediately grew angry. “Why the hell would you even,” You paused, lowering your voice. “Thank you for telling me, it doesn’t bother me.” You reassured him. “and it never will. There is no reason for me to be offended by something you can’t control.” He squeezed your hand. before you knew it, your food arrived. The night went quickly, Jimin and you talked and laughed and got along really well. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. It was time to head back to your dorm.

On the walk back, Jimin held your hand in his. It felt natural as you walked through the campus hand in hand. Since you met he had been nothing but caring and protective. Even if you didn’t ask him to be, he was wary of making sure you were okay. It wasn’t overpowering to the point he made you feel like you couldn’t do things by yourself. He knew his line and stayed behind it. “Classes start tomorrow, you excited?” You shrugged, “Yes and no.” You sighed. “I have to take a club, I wanted to do the photography one, but according to amber.” You paused. “I can’t” Jimin tskd. “Join it, worse comes worse. They kick you out, but truthfully” he paused. “That sorority and frat shit isn’t worth anything. I joined foolishly and I’m stuck in it til I graduate.” He sounded sad. “Do what makes you happy, not what others want. College is freedom to make your own decisions. You didn’t come to school to start listening to a bunch of others tell you what you can and can’t do.” You smiled at him. Both of you standing in front of your door. “Thank you for tonight.” You laughed softly. “I really didn’t expect to be on a date my second day here.” He laughed, his eyes crinkling as he licked his lips trying to bite down on his smile. “I didn’t think I’d be on a date either. It’s been a while, but it feels natural with you. Thank you for tonight as well.” You both stood there for a minute. Unsure of what to do next, but before you could do anything he leaned down. Pressing his lips to yours softly. You flinched at the sudden contact, but you relaxed seconds later. Kissing him back you could feel him smile. “Sorry, I wanted to do that since I met you.” He pulled away. “Have a good night, I hope to see you again soon.” He planted one last kiss on your cheek, before leaving you to enter your dorm. You leaned your back against your closed door, your finger tracing your lips with a smile on your face. His lips felt like pillows, or whatever that saying was when the person had plump soft lips.

Classes tomorrow, but you couldn’t sleep without thinking of jimins lips on yours.

[artificialqueens]

Not Casual At All (biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Over 3,000 words as an excuse for Adore to suck Bianca off in the dressing room. Smut with feelings. Note by Miss Alyssa Secret: First smut I’ve written, hoping I did it right! Really wanted to see these two having at it while still mostly in drag. I used drag names and female pronouns. Let me know what you think!

The dressing room door had barely clicked shut again after Darienne and Courtney headed out for drinks when Adore flopped down in the chair next to the vanity. Bianca had her back turned but tracked the movement in the mirror, busy peeling off stacks of lashes. “Good one tonight,” she commented, dropping the lashes into their case and leaning back with a sigh. “Yeah,” Adore agreed, picking at the edge of one of the holes in her ripped fishnets. “Fucking best ever.” It never failed to surprise Adore how comfortable Bianca appeared in drag, even fully padded and tucked and cinched for hours. Like now, when she wasn’t even rushing to get out of her gown, and the only things separating her from stage-ready were the missing lashes and single wig. Adore herself credited a less than tight tuck and loose fitting clothes for her own comfort, and she didn’t understand how Bianca could relax with her balls ‘up under her chin’ as she so helpfully put it. Bianca reached over and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, gloves and all. “Whatcha thinking about, Pussyface?” Dark-painted lips stretched into a wicked grin as Adore answered. “Fucking you over the table.” The eyeroll in response was automatic. “Nice try, but no, bitch.” Adore’s grin widened at the lack of bite in Bianca’s words. “Awww, c’mon Bianx, it’s been forever since.” “Says the queen who has little gay boys and straight girls literally throwing themselves at her on the street and at airports.” “Not my fault I’m fucking hot as hell.” Sticking her tongue out only received a trademark BDR stare, although she could see the amusement hiding behind blue contacts. “There’s probably at least fifty of them waiting by the stage door hoping you’ll be interested in their asses.” Instead of answering, she took the opportunity to tug on their joined hands until Bianca took the hint and stood, pulling her forward to straddle her thighs. Adore released her fingers as the sequined dress fanned open and exposed slender legs, replacing them around the nipped in waist as Bianca settled on her lap. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bianca’s stage face softened and her hands came up to rest lightly on Adore’s shoulders. “No reason why you’re in here trying to fuck this old whore when you could get ‘em to suck your dick for free.” Adore let out a frustrated sigh. “You know I hate it when you say that.” “It’s true, hell they’d probably-“ Bianca stopped mid-sentence as Adore’s hands tightened around her waist. “You know what I’m talking about.” She shrugged, reaching out automatically to smooth the tangled ends of Adore’s short green wig. “Just saying, I don’t know why you’d pass up the trade when I’m not gonna let you stick your dick up my ass.” The blunt words were accompanied by a self-deprecating quirk of her exaggerated lips. “And I doubt you’re in a bottoming mood.” Adore lowered her hands to rest high on Bianca’s fishnet-covered thighs, the touch oddly non-sexual but intimate all the same. “Maybe cuz I don’t feel like fucking a stranger? Plus it’s been a while and I missed you.” Bianca’s shoulders dropped noticeably, unconscious tension draining out. She’d given Adore an out that they could laugh off, but the honest answer meant she wasn’t trying to use sex as an excuse to not deal with something else. Leaning forward, she gave her a quick and mostly chaste kiss. “Missed you too, Pussyface.” Adore’s close mouthed smile lit up her eyes, and she tugged Bianca back down for more kisses, soft and familiar in their intensity. Bianca spared a brief thought for the unlocked door before reasoning that the only ones who would walk in without knocking first wouldn’t be shocked and wouldn’t go rushing to social media about it. Courtney and Darienne would tease them mercilessly, but would definitely keep their mouths shut otherwise. Pulling back, she couldn’t help the small laugh at seeing her own wine red lipstick mingling with Adore’s dark mermaid green, smeared around her mouth. “Let me get out of this and we can finish in my room later if-“. She paused as Adore shook her head, hands clamped on her padded hips as she tried to stand. “What?” Adore’s slender fingers slipped past the gown’s faux wrap front, searching for the waistband of her tights under the edge of the corset. “I wanna suck your dick now.” Bianca reached down to still her hands momentarily. “I didn’t bring anything with me, it’s all in my suitcase in my room.” As thorough as her cases of supplies were, Bianca didn’t bother to keep condoms or lube in her drag bag, unlike some of the other queens. Bianca Del Rio wasn’t created to be a sexual persona despite the innuendos and crude humor, and she normally would have refused to even kiss like they had while in drag. Like as not though, the one rule about Adore was that none of her usual rules applied. Adore straightened up and met her eyes, all traces of humor and playfulness falling away. “I tested clean before we came over, and I haven’t been with anyone since.” “Too busy?” Bianca was genuinely curious; they were hardly exclusive and she had no problem hearing about Adore’s sexual escapades with anyone else. Over the years it never seemed to matter who else they fucked when they always came back to each other. Sometimes it happened when they were both silly drunk, or one or the other needed comfort, or as another way to reconnect after a long separation the same way two other friends might share drinks and a meal. Their relationship defied labels and boundaries, an unspoken understanding between them that was somehow completely normal. Not that Bianca (or Roy) had occasional casual sex with her other friends. And not that the sex they had, while hardly monogamous, was casual. Adore caught her lower lip between her teeth, an unusually self-conscious expression. “Nah. Just haven’t felt like fucking someone who’s only interested in Adore.” That was something Bianca understood more than most people. She nodded and gently pressed her thumb against Adore’s lip until she released it, soothing the teethmarks with soft motions. “You?” Bianca felt her own lips twitching into a half smile. “Not since the last time. No one is getting in line to sleep with this clown.” Adore pinched her side in admonishment but otherwise didn’t comment on the last part. “The time while you were trying to make a hem or…?” The half smile turned into a full toothy grin. “Yeah, when you almost made me drop my shears on your head. Couldn’t have waited for me to finish cutting, could you?” “Hey, I was horny and you were taking too long!” At that, she had to kiss Adore again, remembering the warm afternoon trading blowjobs in her sewing room (another normally off limits activity). “Serious though,” Adore murmured when they surfaced for air, foreheads tipped together, “I’m ok without a condom if you are. And I do have some in my bag if you want.” Safe sex was important, but so was trusting your partner. And in this case, Bianca knew Adore wouldn’t play carelessly with either of their health. “Yeah. We can.” “Party!” Bianca silenced her with another kiss, this one less gentle as she licked her way past Adore’s lips, ignoring the slick of waxy gloss until their tongues met. Adore tasted like whiskey and the cupcakes one of the fans had brought to the meet and greet, the smoky flavor of the alcohol tinged with hints of sweetness. For a few minutes, the only noise in the dressing room was the soft, wet sounds of open-mouthed kisses and gasps of breath in between. Groaning low in her throat, Adore’s fingers had found their way back up under Bianca’s gown when a sharp knock on the door startled them both. “You guys coming up?” Jamie’s voice was clear even through the door. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, Bianca cleared her throat before calling back, “Give us a few?” Adore was already shaking her head again, clearly not interested in waiting until they could make it to a hotel room with a locked door. “Going to shower first,” she added, waiting for Jamie’s assent before relaxing. Thankfully, the dressing room boasted a full bathroom, and it wasn’t unusual for Bianca to clean up before leaving a venue. “I love how you’re so rich and smart,” Adore teased. “Shut up bitch, I’ve got us twenty minutes max and it’s going to take us half of that to get out of everything.” As she spoke, Bianca was already reaching for the bottle of alcohol and cotton, but before she could even start in on the wig glue, Adore made up her mind for them both. Barely giving Bianca any time to re-balance after her muttered “hang on,” she wrapped a hand around and under each thigh before standing up and walking them briskly into the bathroom together, kicking the door shut behind her. “I’m not showering with a full face-“ Bianca started as Adore deposited her unceremoniously on the wide countertop. “Fuck the shower,” came the response as Adore reclaimed her mouth, more tongue and teeth than the sensual kisses they were sharing minutes ago. Bianca reached out to start undressing her, surprised out of their liplock when her hands were moved decisively away. There was a brief but silent battle of wills as they made eye contact, both breathing heavily, before she nodded and settled back on the counter, hands coming up to grip the back of Adore’s neck instead. Bianca didn’t do passive and submissive was completely out of the question in bed, but letting Adore take the lead to satisfy her obvious desire wasn’t either of those. The willingness to let her guard down and be vulnerable when they were together was something she mentally filed away to think about another time. Hiking the heavy skirt of her gown up, Adore dropped to her knees with one last lick across her mouth and down the side of her neck. Leaning back against the mirror created just enough give at the bottom of her corset for Adore to grasp onto three of her four pairs of tights. A few quick tugs accompanied with a hip shimmy left them hanging around her ankles as Adore came back up for the last pair, pulling her padding out and setting it aside with a degree of care that belied her hungry expression. Bianca nodded in response to the unspoken question, then sucked in a breath as Adore swiftly pulled back her tucking tape. The hiss of momentary pain turned into an appreciative groan as Adore stood for another kiss, fingers teasing her now-freed cock and grinding her own crotch lightly against Bianca’s bare knee. “Okay?” she asked between kisses, nipping at Bianca’s lower lip while her hand moved in steady strokes, pausing to squeeze with every pass over the head of her cock as it slowly hardened. Bianca’s eyes snapped back open from where they’d drifted lazily closed. “Yeah. What?” she asked as a frown passed across Adore’s face in stark contrast to the swollen lips and flush visible on her unpainted throat. “Can you take them out?” “…mmmmm…huh?” Bianca considered the non sequitur with the part of her brain not focused on Adore’s fingers as they played over the tip of her now fully hard cock, thumbing at the slick wetness beginning to leak against her palm. “Your contacts,” Adore murmured, voice dropping into a husky, breathless tone. She licked her lips slowly, distracting Bianca with memories of how they felt gliding down her shaft. “Yeah?” It took a few seconds of fumbling with her back to the mirror, but the sweet smile Adore gave her when she discarded the blue lenses was worth it. Bianca slipped a hand between her leg and Adore’s slowly rocking hips, lifting the hem of her short dress and palming the very prominent erection struggling to escape her tucking panties. Their mouths pressed together, kisses growing messy until they were both panting against each other’s lips. She swallowed Adore’s moans when her hand found its way under layers of tights and closed around the heat of her cock, fingers sliding down to cup her balls as Adore rutted against her wrist. Her own hips lifted off the counter, rising to meet the tight grip and not caring if they went any further than a mutual jerk off. She felt Adore’s other hand groping at the neckline of her gown before working under her padded breast and grazing over her nipple, evoking a whine with a less than gentle pinch. For a few minutes, Bianca’s world narrowed down to the familiar hardness in her hand and the throbbing pressure building between her own legs with every deft stroke, yanking down the tights constraining her movements. “Stop, B,” Adore managed, moaning as Bianca sucked a line of lovebites down her neck. She already sounded completely fucked out. “You have to stop, or I’m gonna come.” With reluctance, Bianca pulled her hand back, Adore groaning out an obscenity as she watched her lick the slick pre-come off her palm and fingers. The erection bobbing below Adore’s rucked up dress should have looked ridiculous, but Bianca felt a surge of lust as she watched her drop to her knees. Adore licked a stripe of heat up her cock, tongue curling around the swollen head, and sliding back down to suckle at her balls. The gold-flecked green of her eyes was eclipsed by blown out pupils, and she caught Bianca’s hand, lacing their fingers together tightly. Bianca’s head fell back against the mirror with a thud, losing eye contact when Adore closed her lips around her shaft, tongue lapping at the slit and humming in satisfaction at the taste. Sweaty and tucked all night or not, having Bianca’s cock in her mouth and lips stretched around the thickness, firmly pressed all of the buttons marked “Adore’s arousal”. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the vein underneath as she slid her mouth up, flicking it just below the head with a hint of teeth. It was one of her favorite ways to evoke a whimper, Bianca’s voice gone high with pleasure. Adore drank in her moans and breathless gasps, fingers working to stroke the part of her cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth and loosing Bianca’s fingers to fondle the heavy balls. Taking in her heaving chest, she paused to grasp at the bottom of her corset, fumbling for the zipper. Bianca gripped her wrist, shaking her head loosely. “Leave it,” she exhaled, barely audible over Adore’s own heartbeat in her ears, voice breaking as Adore’s hummed assent vibrated against her cock. Bobbing her head as she sucked, Adore kept her eyes fixed on Bianca’s face, seeing beads of sweat tracing lines through her makeup and full lips parted in pleasure. Her wig had come completely unpinned, normally neat coils of hair clinging to her damp forehead and spilling across her shoulders. Roy was a handsome man, but Bianca painted and aroused was on another level. Adore thought she’d never looked more beautiful. If anyone caught a glimpse who didn’t know better, they might mistake them for two women, Bianca’s tights around her ankles above the heels she was still somehow wearing with legs spread wide and Adore’s head buried between her thighs. Adore dropped her hand to fist her own cock as she sucked, feeling the wetness dripping down the shaft and wishing for Bianca’s hand or mouth instead. The thought made her groan around the cock in her mouth, and Bianca’s breath caught sharply, fingers tangling in the strands of her wig. Adore didn’t need to hear her gasped, “Fuck, I’m close.” Years of reading her reactions to the point that sex between them was comfortable above anything else meant that she knew Bianca was barely clinging to control but still considerate enough to not come in her mouth without warning. Her only complaint about this position meant she couldn’t clearly see the way her liquid amber eyes would lose their focus, perfect teeth clenched as she panted and tried to hold off her orgasm. She pulled off long enough to husk out, “Come on then. Come for me,” hearing how raspy the words were from her well-used throat. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her lips as tightly as possible around the shaft, sliding down until the head pressed against the back of her mouth a hair’s breadth from choking her. Bianca’s hips stuttered as she swallowed against the tip once, twice, three times before letting her cock fall from her lips and stroking rapidly as Bianca came with a harsh gasp across Adore’s open mouth. Bianca was still riding out the aftershocks of pleasure, hand gone limp against her head and eyes barely focused as Adore licked the cum from her lips. She was still catching her breath when Adore sank her teeth into her inner thigh and came with a strangled moan before collapsing with her cheek pressed beside her spit-slick crotch. Deciding against trying to pull her back to her feet with what were likely to be sore knees and wobbly ankles, Bianca slid off the counter until she was sprawled on the floor next to Adore, propped up against the glass shower door. Wordlessly, she wrapped heavy arms around her shoulders and shared a lingering kiss tinged with the salty bitterness still slicking her lips. Adore’s sated expression caused a familiar ache in her chest that she did her best to ignore. Gazing at their reflection in the mirror to the side, she choked out a laugh, turning Adore until she could see as well. Adore’s mascara ran in rivulets down her cheeks, her wig was half unpinned, and a mess of cum and the remains of lipstick smeared across her mouth. Bianca hadn’t fared much better, dark streaks of eyeliner and shadow making her look more like a raccoon than ever, although her wig was still glued down. The lines between boy and queen were more blurred than ever, but it never seemed to matter when it was just the two of them. Once the giggles subsided, Adore lifted a hand to Bianca’s cheek. Despite the ruined makeup and evidence of sex, her eyes were solemn and Bianca held her breath, waiting. “I love you,” Adore whispered, and a tiny frisson of arousal tugged at her spent cock at the sound of her ruined voice, knowing she was the cause of it. Bianca breathed out and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you too.” The moment stretched out between them, settling in and slipping away but not uncomfortably. Adore looked down and her smile was back as she reached up to finally unzip Bianca from her sweaty gown. Slowly, they helped each other undress. “Bianx?” “Yeah?” “Think we can get your cum off my dress for the show tomorrow?” “Fuck.” Safe sex is important! Adore and Bianca have a brief discussion and are both consenting to not use protection because they’ve been tested and trust each other despite not being in a monogamous relationship. It’s not a guarantee, so always be sure you and your partner are on the same page about stuff like this.