#girl this is embarrassing hurry up and suck his dick and get your heart broken again !!!!

[martyrbat]

minhkhoa: ‘i can do anything’

bruce, bashfully tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear (despite his hat): stoppp omg, ur soooo bad ahaha~~~♡

[lemon-boy-stan]

a favour - min yoongi x reader

summary: a revenge hickey turns into something else. warnings: oral (f. recieving), yunki has a big dick and is kind of ooc you decide, use of the word “minx” like one time, condom penetration, fingering, spitting, pussy slapping, dirty talk, swearing, your ex is a dick, yunki has an oppa kink (wbk), begging, hair pulling, over stimulation, revenge hickey (duh) is this technically prostitution, praise kink, yeah, there's a lot of filth. oh also they fuck on the kitchen counter. ps. the ending sucks.

I have a new girlfriend now and she took my cock way better than you ever could.

Your phone was going to break in your grasp, you were sure of it. Your dick of an ex had just texted you, he knew how to get to you. 

“Fuckstick,” you typed back a reply before reading it and shaking your head, deleting the message and sending a different one.

“I told you he was an asshole,” a voice made you jump and turn around, “didn’t I? Right? Someone remind me, I did, didn’t I?”

“Yoongi, seriously, I am not in the mood for your shit right now.” 

“Well, you kind of have to be, because otherwise, you’d have to go live somewhere else.”

“Yunki!” you threw your arms up, “I swear to god.” he chuckled softly at this, rolling his eyes before looking back down at his phone. “Actually,” you bounced up to him, “I need your help.”

“Oh, so now she’s being nice.”

“Hyung, let the broken-hearted girl speak.” Namjoon sniggered.

“Hyung, get out,” Yoongi hissed back. 

You watched Namjoon leave, making a pouty face, “I’m going to double-date him. And I need a date. And, also. I need a hickey.”

“That’s a lot of favours,” Yoongi smirked, rolling his tongue across his cheek. Your face heated up. 

“Oh, come on, you owe me so many! Yo -”

“You could just ask him to be your boyfriend, like, for real,” someone laughed from the couch, Yoongi growled.

“Get out.” The room finally empty, Yoongi turned to you. “Okay,” he shrugged, “I’ll do it.”

“Seriously? Like, you won’t back out, because I was kind of impulsive -”

“I know, you’re always impulsive. And, yes. I promise. Okay? Now, come on, where do you want the hickey? Where does he put them?”

You looked away.

“Oh, I’ll kill him. He hasn’t even given you a hickey and you’ve been dating for, what, three months? Have you even had sex with him yet?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, I’m gonna kick his balls.”

“Yunki.”

“Right. So. I’ll just -”

It was awkward; tense as he pulled you close, breathing down your neck, “first hickey.” 

For once, a retort didn’t come out of your mouth; his lips had latched onto your skin and his teeth sunk in with a groan. You didn’t mean to moan, it kind of just slipped out in the moment.

“Yunki.” he stopped, “what?” conscious. “More.” he chuckled at this, “you know, sex wasn’t part of the deal -”

“Min Yoongi,” you hissed, glaring at him, “I know it’s hard, but try not to be a dick, yah? Just give in for once. We’ve both waited long for this. You know it, I know it -”

“You talk too much,” he groaned loudly, “stop.” you giggled at this, blushing. “But you’re right,” he said softly, “we have waited too long.”

“Yunki,” you whined, “please.”

“Please what?” He was smirking again, you groaned in frustration.

“Touch me, eat me, fuck me, I don’t care, I just need you please Yoongi - Yunki!”

He’d taken you by complete surprise, hoisted you up the kitchen counter, tongue in your folds, no warning whatsoever, chuckling into your skin. “These are n - new,” you moaned, fisting his hair.

He chuckled again, “I’ll buy you another pair.” you scoffed at this. “So wet,” he whispered, smirking. “I haven’t even started yet. Is this all for me?”

“All for you, Oppa.”

“Oppa,” he murmured with a smile, “I like that.”

“T - thought you would.”

“Naughty,” he slapped you this time, veiny hand beating against your drenched pussy, earning a loud mewl. “You like that?” he chuckled. “Knew you would. Tell me,” he whispered again, “how does it feel,” breathed down your neck, “to be,” slid his tongue across your clit, “pampered?”

“So good,” you breathed lightly, “so good, Oppa.”

“Mmm,” he spat down on your clit, making you squirm and fist his hair tighter. “Such a dirty girl,” he murmured quietly, “who’s dirty girl are you?”

“Y - yours, Oppa.”

“Only mine?”

“Only yours.”

“Good girl. Now, are you gonna be an even better girl or are you gonna cum twice today?” 

“What - whatever you want, Oppa.”

“Such a sweet thing, hah?” Yoongi whispered into your neck. You nodded lazily. “Okay, I’ll let you cum, just because I want to see it happen.”

So you did as he said, and came over the kitchen top, legs numb, face frozen, stars before your eyes; he chuckled softly, “you’re so fucking hot,” appreciative before you spoke up again. 

“Do you have a condom, Oppa?”

“I always have a condom, sweetheart.”

“Yunki,”

He stopped. “Wait.” 

Taken aback. 

“I mean, sure, but -”

“No, let me do it.”

“Minx.”

Wrapping the condom around his full length, you stared down at him. At this, Yoongi smirked.

“Why, princess?” he murmured quietly, “surprised?” kissed your thigh.

“Not really,” you had the balls to say, “kind of guessed it.”

Yunki scoffed, “you’re too good to me, aren’t you?”

“I suppose,”

“You like it when I say nice things to you?”

“Love it, Oppa.”

“Aren’t you cute,” it was more of a statement than a question. You nodded lazily again. “Should we move to the couch, or should I just fuck you here?” 

“Just fuck me here,” you moaned loudly. 

His eyebrows rose in amusement. 

“You’re really hot,” he murmured. “Can you take all of me? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“So kind to me, Oppa,” you put your head in the crook of his neck as he joined you on the surface. “I can take you, I promise.”

“What’s your safeword?” 

You shrugged at this before thinking, “BTS.”

“Don’t do that to me!” he laughed now, embarrassed. 

“Okay, okay, red.”

“Do you trust me?” he murmured. 

“Yunki!” you whined, “hurry up.” 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

As usual, you bit off more than you could chew. Yoongi was huge. You mewled loudly as he entered you, gripping his hair tighter than you ever had before. 

“Fuck,” he grunted softly, breaths harsh. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” 

“You’re so big.”

“I thought you could take me?”

“Aren’t I.” you smirked, he clenched his jaw, lip curled.

“You’re being bad to me, princess,” he pouted, “Oppa doesn’t like that.” thrusting harder. “Tell me,” he said loftily again, “how good do I feel?”

“So, so good, Oppa.” you whined, squriming. “You feel so good.”

“Damn right I do,” he bit down your neck again, sliding a finger in. 

Because you didn’t react, he put in another, hooking it this time. 

The coil snapped. 

He thrusted harder, the glass of water near the sink was shaking. 

Your legs were giving out. 

He was grunting now, breathing heavily, pressing into the table, eyes boring into yours as your mouth hung lazily open.

He bent down to place a kiss on your lips, moaning into you.

“I love you,” he grunted softly.

“I love you, too.”

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[deacymercury]

Dear John (Joe Mazzello/John Deacon x Reader)

A/N: Hi! I’m back from the dead haha! This is an imagine that nobody asked for! I haven’t been writing for a quite long time, so please bare with me and my grammatical errors. English is not my native language soooo sorry if this sucks but, I hope you’ll still enjoy! 

This is based on Taylor Swift’s song, Dear John. 

You continued walking on while crying. You didn’t mind the pain in your foot. The cold wind started to seep through your white dress, making you shiver. But you couldn’t care less. You were too numb to think and feel about everything. You’re too hurt to complain. You don’t even know how many hours you’re walking, you just walked, to get away from him. To get away from them. You don’t want to see their faces anymore. You just want them to vanish in your life completely.  

You finally reached your flat. The vast darkness of your room welcomed you; making you feel more alone. You wiped the falling tears briskly as you started moving to get to your bedroom. As you enter your bedroom, you saw your reflection at the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes are puffy. Your dress is a complete mess too.  Seeing yourself being so broken made you cried more. I should have known. You said to yourself as you cry. You propped down to your bed, still crying. You didn’t bother to clean up or remove your heels.  You just lay down there, staring at the ceiling while crying.  You wished you could vanish for a moment or just get numb for a while  and the feelings will just come back right after you feel alright.  But it’s not happening. You’re not vanishing. You don’t feel numb. You’re still hurt.

The exhaustion hits you slowly, making the vivid ceiling blurry. You were sleepy. With the tears streaming down your face, you slowly closed your eyes, finally drifting asleep.

 “Oi!” you shouted at your best friend, Dana. The two of you met at the uni. She was a literature major who entered a wrong room the first day, and it was your room. She really thought that it was her room that she even chatted you about William Shakespeare. And after that day, the two of you were inseparable. “Where’s my guitar?!” you added. “It’s in the sofa you dummy! You better kill that performance darling!” she said, smiling at you. It was your big day. You’re going to perform at the pub called, Copacabana. You’re an aspiring singer-songwriter; you’re a music major at the university you’re currently studying in.

“You’re not coming?” you asked her. “I am going Y/N! Chill!” she said, as she finished putting her lipstick on. “What’s the use of that bloody red lips Dana?!” you asked her, laughing. “I might find a hot guy there you know.” she said as a matter of fact. “So you’re going there to find a hot guy?” you pouted.

“Don’t be a baby Y/N! Of course I’m going there to support you, finding a hot guy is just a bonus.” She laughed. “Now come on before you get late!” she exclaimed.

The two of you stood still in front of the pub. A big “Copacabana” in a neon light sign welcomed you. You’re starting to get nervous.

“Dana, I think I’m going to back down.” You told her, as you fiddle with the strap of your guitar. “What?! Are you crazy?” she asked you. “We didn’t drive here just to waste my gasoline. We are now entering this pub and you’re going to perform that song!” she told you, voice is filled with conviction as she tugged you towards the bar.

A small crowd welcomed the two you it was filled with students from the university you’re studying. Some of them listen to at the band on the stage, while some of them sit on the pub’s sofa while talking with each other. You started to get nervous again. What if they don’t pay attention to me? Or they didn’t like the song? You’re overthinking again.

Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when a man tugged you while holding out your wrist.  

“Holy shit!” your best friend shouted as you got separated from her.

“Oh my god please don’t!” you plead at the man.  You can see he was clearly, well, tipsy?

“I’m not really interested Sir, p-please I still have to perform!” you told him. He suddenly stopped on his tracks, body’s tensing a bit.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck. You can’t clearly see his face since it was dim.

“I-I’m really sorry, I thought you’re..” he trailed.  “Never mind, I mistaken you with someone else.” He added. He immediately pulled out his hands out of your wrist, apologizing again.  You felt like you heard his voice before but you weren’t quite sure where. You’re still stunned with what happened. Your best friend finally reached you.

“You bastard!” Dana shouted at the man, lounging a fist on his face. You immediately pulled you’re your best friend is a fucking black belter on karate, you don’t want to cause any scene. Getting kicked out of the bar that you’re going to perform is the last thing you want to happen.

“What?! This bastard needs to learn his lesson!” she told you, still mad. Some people started looking at you now. “Let’s just g-go Dana. Quentin is probably waiting for me.” You mumbled at her, while looking down.,

“I’m really sorry.” The man told you. “I don’t really have an idea, I mistaken you as somebody else.” He added guiltily.

“Just don’t drag anyone again if you’re not quite sure who are they.” You mumbled at him, walking away. You saw your best friend snicker at the man.

“What a fucking dick.” She said rolling her eyes. “Are you alright?” she asked you, voice full of concern.

“I’m alright!” you smiled, to convince her. But you’re actually a bit scared with what happened.

“Hey Y/N! Dana!” you heard a voice called, making you turn. “I thought you’re not coming! Come on, let’s go at the back stage!” he added. That was Quentin. He’s your classmate, and they owned this bar. He helps his father manage this pub as he study. He saw you had a lot of potential so he asked his father to let you perform tonight. He also performs in the pub sometimes, but managing it is his first priority.

You finally went on the backstage. Your best friend bid goodbye to you because she went on the crowd to watch you. You were really nervous.

“Y/N!” Quentin called you again. “You alright? You’re next after them.” He spoke softly.

“I’m kind of n-nervous.” You mumbled shakily. “First time performing.” You added.

“You can do it Y/N. I heard you sang at the music room the last time, and let me tell you. It was heavenly. So don’t get nervous. Everyone will love it.” He cheered you up.

“Thanks Quen.” You smiled at him. At least your nervousness eased a bit.  You finally heard the band performing bid they’re closing remarks. Shit. You told yourself.  It was finally you’re time to shine.

“Go get it Y/N!” he told you, as he pushed you towards the stage.

You finally walked down the stage. A lot of people are there, watching. You’re actually shaking as you fiddle with your dress.

“Go Y/N!” you heard your best friend shout in the crowd. You heard the crowd laugh a bit, making you smile.

“H-hi!” you started. You were very nervous. “I’m Y/N. And it’s my first time performing here.” You laughed nervously.

“Just start already!” you heard someone in the crowd. It made your heart beat double.  You’re already getting anxious.

“S-sing a long if y-you know the song. This is called Love of my L-Life.” You stuttered.

You closed your eyes as you started strumming down your guitar. You removed all the nervousness you felt, and you started pouring out the emotions you feel on the song. You started to get lost with music. It was your safe haven.

Oh, hurry back, hurry back

Don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me

“That was wonderful darling!” an unfamiliar voice shouted as you finish the song. You finally opened your eyes. The crowd was staring at you with complete awe. You finally bowed down after the song, rushing towards the backstage because you feel like your heart is going to explode.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” you shouted, still shaking. You can hear their loud cheers and clap even though you’re already in the backstage. It was a very fulfilling moment for you since it was your first time. Smiling like an idiot, you walked out from the backstage to meet your friends. Dana is waving her hands at your direction so that you can go to them but before you can go near them, a horde of people suddenly appeared and bombarded you with tons of compliments because of your performance.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered, still not getting used of the attention you’re getting. The crowd finally dispersed after they congratulated you. “Ah, finally it’s done,” you mumbled through yourself but before you can even walk away, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“You had a great performance,” the man told you, as he smiled shyly. He is wearing a white shirt paired with a wide-legged pants. He has long brown wavy hair, and dark brown eyes. His nose is pointed, and his pinkish lips is curved into a smile. He almost looked like a girl to be honest and he looked good under the dim lights of the pub. You looked at him intently.  I know met him already but I don’t know where. You said at the back of your mind.

“Oh! I’m sorry for the incident earlier. I’m sorry for startling you, I mistaken you as someone else I know.” he told you, making your eyes go wide. You finally remembered him. He’s the asshole earlier ago!

“Yeah I know I’m quite an asshole earlier, I’m sorry,” he said, scratching his head. You covered your mouth from embarrassment. It was never your intention to say it out loud! “Just don’t do it again, it is never really nice to grab someone you don’t know,” you replied coldly, so that you can hide the embarrassment you feel.

“I’m really sorry,” he quietly said. You just nodded at him in agreement and finally turned your back so that you can go to your friends.  

“I’m John by the way. John Deacon,” he followed up. And I’m not interested. You mumbled to yourself as you finally walked towards your friends.

Part 2? 

[rogerina-most-hysterical-queen]

A Promise In The Stars Part 1

Authors Note: For every chapter of this series, there would be one song to go along with it by The Beatles

Song: If I Fell

Word Count: 2,279 

- - - 

The atmosphere feels humid and damp as I walk into the pub, with the lingering smell of stale beer and cigarettes. “Oof,” a muffled groan followed afterwards as a person bumps into me. “Rog, please don’t stop and stand in the way, especially since we have to bring equipment and instruments in with us.”

“Sorry Brian, was just checking the place out.” Brian stepped around me, followed by Fred and John as I scan the place once more. Right as I do, a girl comes barging straight towards me with a tray full of beer, and I didn’t have enough time to move aside.

Too many things were happening at once; Glass everywhere, a string of curse-words that would make the devil cry. I fall to the ground while holding the girl. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! I-I am so sorry.” I look up and I’m instantly lost into her hazel eyes,“It’s ok. Really.” She just shakes her head and chuckles.

“This is my first day here and I’m already messing it up.” She says this more to herself than me. The girl looks around and quickly stands up suddenly looking frightened. “Everything ok…?”

“Emma.”

“Everything ok, Emma?” I see that she’s looking at her feet and fidgeting with her hands, which has bruises all over them.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” Emma looks up at me and gives me a tight smile. She looks behind my shoulder and I see that she stiffens. I turn around and came face to face with a bloke whom I’ve never seen before.

“What do you think you’re doing with my girl?” His girl? Huh. So she has a boyfriend. He looks at me and with anger and expectancy.

“Harv, well yo—“ Emma was rudely interrupted by Harv. “Sweetheart,” he asked in a fake-sweet tone, “why don’t you just shut your trap, bitch!” She shrinks back and quickly wipes a few tears that have rolled down her cheeks.

“Listen mate, that was unnecessary.”

He steps a little closer, and I can smell the liquor on him, “You know what was unnecessary? You, all over that whore.” He stabs his finger at me and then points to Emma.

At this point, I look around to see almost the entire pub staring at us. I lock eyes with Brian, and he just shakes his head, his eyes full of fear.

I turn back to face the brute, “What did you just call her?” Harvey just glares daggers at me and grabs Emma’s arm. She whimpers at the action but obliges to it and drags her out the pub doors.

“Hey! No fighting in here!” The owner looks around the pub to see where all the recent commotion had taken place, but he couldn’t find it. “You were too late old man! They’ve left already.” One customer had yelled.

A pat on my back brought me out of the trance I was in. “Dear, what the fuck did I just witness.” I roll my eyes as I turn to Fred, and I’m met with a concerned smile.

“I honestly don’t know.” Frustrated, I run my hands through my hands while we walk back to the rest of the band. In silence, we all started to prep for the gig. I try concentrating on tuning my kit, but mind and heart isn’t in it. I think back to Emma and the fear that was in her eyes and the bruises running along her arms. I shudder thinking about what could be happening to her right now.

John starts warming up and I realised that I haven’t been thinking about this gig at all. Shit, I need to get my mind straight, not just focus on a girl who I’ll never see again. On auto-pilot, I start the first few beats of our first song that night, not thinking about anything other than where I am at the moment.

Once we get into a few songs, my mind drifts back to Emma, again. I just can’t help it, her radiant smile when she fell on top of me, her captivating hazel eyes and her locks of brown hair that frame her face perfectly. God, why can’t I get this girl out of my head?

***

We were packing up and ready to leave when Brian steps in front of me. “How you’re feeling tonight? You seem distracted, what’s wrong?”

“It’s that girl, Bri. I just can’t get her out of my head. Whenever I try to think about something else her face just pops up and it terrifies me to think what can be happening to her right now. You know? What if she’s lying in a ditch, dead because of that bastard. What if more bruises end up on her milky skin?” I rub my face, wanting to hide my distress from my friend.

“Bruises?” Brian looks horrified as we catch up to the others “Mate, you need to stay away. And anyway, its not like you’ll meet her again.” He starts walking in front of me, but keeps on glancing back to make sure I’m still behind him.

“Who will Rog never meet again?” Freddie butts in looking intrigued. “Oooh, is it a girl you wanted to shag but never got the chance to you?” He drops his voice into a mock whisper to make fun of interactions with girls.

“Shut up you dick. No, I wasn’t thinking about a girl I want to shag.” John looks at the banter with a poker face. I never really know what goes on up in his head, if I was to be honest. “It was the girl who I bumped into earlier. I was just worried about her.”

Brian gives Fred a look saying, “drop it”, and we load our instruments and equipment into the back of the van.

“I was just saying, with your reputation darling, some might assume the exact same thing as I did.” Fred closes the door as he says this and turns around to face me, shrugging. I just roll my eyes and hop into the drivers seat.

“Everyone buckled up?” They all groan in the back and I hear kicks of the seatbelt. I chuckle and start the van.

It makes a weird noise as I turn the ignition, so I try again and the same sound occurs again.”Shit. Guys, I think the van just died on us.”

“What the bloody hell do you mean by that!” John finally speaks up for one of the few times he’s spoken tonight.

“What I mean is that the van has DEFINITELY broken down, and we’re stuck here. This night cannot get anymore worse than it already has.” As I say that, a truck passes us, spraying the muddy water all over me.

“Are you joking!” I look down to see my entire outfit covered with water.

I turn around to the sounds of snickers coming from inside the van, “Oh, you think this is funny do you. We’ll see who thinks its funny when I get in there and start hugging everyone of you.” A smirk playing on my face. At this, all three of them shut up and look everywhere but me.

“That’s what I thought.” I stomp to the back of the truck and take out a towel to wipe off as much of the dirt off me as I can.

A throat clears, “Um, why do we have a towel in the back of the van?” John looks at me over the chairs, his eyes questioning his words.

“Well, Deaky. How else am I supposed to clean up a mess I make after I’m finished back here. With a girl?” The indication was clear, and I’m pretty sure he got the message because his cheeks flamed at my response.

“So now what are we gonna do?” We all look at Brian expectantly, waiting for his response.

“What are you all looking at me for? I don’t know.” He looks annoyed, but then his face suddenly flushes in embarrassment, “Actually, I do know. There’s a flashlight at the front in the glove compartment. We can pop up the front of the van and have a look at what’s wrong.”

“Smart arse.” I say underneath my breath, but John heard and start giggling beside me. “Would you shut up, you sound like a schoolgirl.”

“Just your type Rog.” I elbow him in the ribs and frown at him, trying to hide my amusement. Brian hands me the flashlight, and I walk to the front of the van. And at that moment, everything really hit me and I’m suddenly drained from all my energy.

I suck it up and open the front to steam erupting in my face. “Shit. I think the engine burned up, but I think I have a spare in the back.

“Why the fuck would you have a spare in the back?” Fred makes me sound as if I’m ridiculous.

“Just in case something like this happens, you twat.” Barking back at him, I walk to the back of the van to take the spare engine out.

***

“Now that that’s done, we can finally get going and rest. Sheesh, it’s been an eventful night, tonight.” I drive up back to our apartment where we have two flats. One for me and Brian to share, and one for John and Fred to share.

I stomp up the stairs and wait for Brian to unlock the door. He keeps the key with him because the last three keys we had, I lost. So he told me, “I am the one who is going to be holding the keys from now on because you keep losing them. Once you have gained responsibility and my trust, I will give you the spare key.”

I swear he acts more like a dad than a friend towards me.

Once he opens the door to our flat, I scurry into the bathroom and lock the door. I strip from my clothes and take a close look at the clothes. “I should just throw this away.” The bin’s lid was open and I throw my clothes into them.

As I step into the hot shower, I make an animal-like sound when the scorching water makes contact with my bare back. I quickly cool the water down until it reaches a temperature I was satisfied with. Taking a look down I notice all the stress from tonight rolling away with the water, making me feel more relaxed.

My thoughts wander back to Emma. How is she doing now? Is she hurt? Did that bastard touch her? I’m once again lost in a train of thought that was only broken when Brian was banging on the bathroom door.

“Would you hurry up, mate! You’re not the only one who is need of a shower!” My eyes snap open and I quickly turn off the shower. Getting out of the shower I slip and nearly fall flat on my face, but I grabbed onto the shower screen to keep my balance.

“Sorry, just got to excited being under the water.” I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door.

“Finally. Took you long enough.” I’m greeted with a half naked Brian who is grinning at me. He walks through the door, but not before he winks at me then shuts the door. I swear the bloke has worse mood swings than a girl menstruating.

***

“Come on John live a little. It was only a bit of yoghurt!” Freddie had just flicked a spoonful of yoghurt onto John’s favourite shirt.

“It was my favourite shirt, Fred!” John looks as if he’s about to explode, and it gets worse when Brian starts laughing, Freddie joining not long after. “You guys should follow Roger. He’s not finding this situation funny at all.” He makes a harrumph sound and crosses his arms like a four year old would.

“Who says I don’t?” I try to plaster on a smirk and put amusement into my words, but I can’t, and everyone notices it.

“Rog, are you thinking about last night again?” I look down at my untouched plate of food, not wanting to look at anyone.

“How can I not? I feel awful for that bloody girl.” My voice comes out in a squeak. I look up and notice concern etched onto my friends’ faces.

“I’m ok, alright! I don’t need you guys to look at me like that. I throw my napkins on the table and stand up. “I’m going for a walk, please don’t follow me. I need space right now.” I grab my coat and shrug it on, leaving my friends in a state of confusion as I rush out of the door.

Whenever I feel conflicted, I always go to the park and look out into the lake to watch the peacefulness of it all. It seems to have a calming effect on me, cause even know, I can feel my state of peace coming.

Breathe in, breathe out: that’s my mantra, and people always laugh at me when I tell them this, but it really works. It clears my mind of any unwanted thoughts, and replaces them with blackness. Today, however, that doesn’t seem to be the case. Whenever I close my eyes, I picture her, scared, tears rolling down her beautiful face.

I notice how my heart flutters whenever I think about her falling on top of me. Why? I always had girls falling on top of me, but I never got the feeling that I do now. Why is she making me feel different. What’s so special about her?

[mangsluts]

Not what you wanted; What you needed

Not what you wanted; What you needed

Kim Himchan Smut

Rated: M

Description: For a year you’ve tried to seduce your beautiful English professor, Mr Bang, and you finally think you’ve broken his walls to be with him, but everything is not what it seems.....

Contains: cursing, graphic sex, oral sex

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Bang. Fucking. Yongguk.

The English professor that had all the girls swooning, including you of course. It was no secret that you had a crush on him, always showing up to class in your sluttiest outfits, sitting at the very front of the classroom, purposely crossing and uncrossing your legs while wearing a skirt in front of him. Staying after class to “get help” for material you “didn’t understand” and many more stunts to get his attention. Today was just another day in the conquest of trying to get in his pants. You walked to class idly with your best friend Kaycee, wearing a short leather skirt paired with a sunflower top that was barely a top, it was more like a bra. “Daaaamnnnn girl, you trying to get fucked today? Cause if he doesn’t, I will.” Kaycee said playfully, smacking your butt as you walked into the empty classroom. You two were always first of course, your reasons being obvious, and Kaycee just liked to watch the teacher become frustrated, giving you pointers on how to make him really go crazy. “I’ve been trying like, all semester, so we’ll see.” You said laughing as you slid into a seat in the front row, while Kaycee started drinking her frappe next to you.

“Good morning girls” That luscious dark voice called out from the front of the classroom as Yongguk walked out from his office and took his place at the desk in front of the projector, dropping his graded papers on it, then rubbed his face, obviously tired. The stack of papers was almost as tall as him, and there was still more ungraded papers on the opposite side of his desk. “Mr Kim, could you start working on these... “ he checked his watch “there’s about thirty minutes until class starts, I’m sure you could finish some of it.”

Both of you looked at each other at the mention of a “Mr. Kim” you’d never heard before. As if on cue, a young man dressed in a black button up shirt and matching pants emerged from Yongguks office, his sleeves rolled up to expose his upper arms. “Yes sir.” He said softly. He had such a beautifully feminine yet hard face at the same time, his almond eyes glancing up to meet yours. You blushed and looked away. “Who’s this, Mr Bang?” Kaycee said flirtatiously, eyeing the man up and down, then nudging you with her elbow.

“Ah this... this is Kim Himchan. He’s my new student teacher. Planning to be an English major like myself.” He said with pride and a gummy smile with Himchan returned, a strand of his black hair falling to his eyes. “Pleasure to meet both of you.” He said, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he grabbed the papers and began grading at his own desk by the front as well.

Class went by as usual, you stared at Yongguk, giving him the “fuck me eyes”, licked your lips, acted very interested in the material he was teaching. You were doing everything you could, and you could see him smiling at you every once in a while. After he was finished with his lecture, he gave everyone some time to work on their essay they’d be turning in next week. Because you liked to impress him, you started working on it eagerly, wanting to do your best. Suddenly, your phone lit up.

“Iphone would like to share a note with you” on airdrop. You looked around the room, thinking maybe it was Kaycee sharing a meme with you, but she was busy reading a Jhope smut. Okay, so it wasn’t her. Your heart fluttering a little, you noticed Yongguk was sitting at his desk, gingerly typing on his.... holy shit. iPhone. Giddily you accepted the note and it popped up in your own notes.

“After class. Office. Meet me.” That’s all it said.

Finally! All your hard work paid off. You spent the rest of class counting minutes until class got out. Finally the bell rang, and everyone hurried out of the classroom. “You coming?” Kaycee said, noticing you were straying behind. You gave one last look to the classroom and followed your friend out. “Look at this.” You said and eagerly showed her the note.

“No shit!” She said, eyes wide. “It’s finally happening! You go get that!” She said, holding your shoulder, fighting back tears. “My baby’s growing up.” She fake wiped a tear away and basically shooed you away so you’d go back to the classroom. “I’ll be waiting” she winked

You walked back into the empty classroom, looking around to see if anyone was still here. “Hello?”

You called out in a hushed tone. Nothing. He must have to left the room to avoid suspicion. Smart. You smirked and invited yourself into his office, turning the light on. His office was very neat. All his papers were in specific spots, and other than that it was pretty boring. You stood there for a few moments until you heard the click of the door, your nerves completely on edge. You’ve been wanting this for so long. “There you are. I’ve been waiting for you mr B-“ you turned around and stopped in your tracks, stunned to see who was at the door. Himchan was there, his feline eyes hooded with lust as he gently locked the door with one hand. Your heart started beating uncontrollably. “I-I’m so sorry mr Kim.. I was just..” You felt so embarrassed, now the student teacher knew you wanted to fuck his boss. “I’m not sure why you’re apologizing to me.” He said in that deep... oh so raspy.. fucking voice. He dug In his jean pocket and held up an.. oh shit.

iPhone.

“You.. you’re iPhone.” You almost laughed, but it caught in your throat as he approached you, noticing all the muscles under his shirt the closer he got. Jesus Christ he was hot.

“I know you were expecting Yongguk. I saw the way you looked at him when you accepted my note. And I have to say.” He gently placed his hand on your chest, causing you to walk backwards until your back met the desk and you fell back onto it, ending up sitting on it. “It made me a little jealous.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, and something else was tingling too. You didn’t want to admit it, you were loyal to yongguk, but... this just felt so right. “I shouldn’t..” You said, turning your head away from his as his face neared yours. Respectfully, he moved his hand away from you, straightening his collar.

“My mistake. Sorry if i misinterpreted you.” He Gave you the most genuine smile. Your eyes trailed down. His neck was strong and there was one vein sticking out slightly. Then down his arms, and damn. Those veins. Those big hands, and long delicate fingers. Then down to his waist. He was obviously frustrated because you could see the bulge in his pants and-

“Fuck it” You said just as he started to turn around. You grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, causing him to look at you in shock, then pulled his face to yours, your lips crashing against his. God they were so soft, and had the faintest taste of cherry lingering on them. He tasted amazing. Gently his tongue swiped over your lips, asking for entrance. You complied and began making out with him. Hard. You could basically feel yourself dripping down from your skirt. Slowly at first, then quickly his hand started at the bottom on your thigh, then slid upwards under your skirt, a single finger sliding over your panties to feel you.

“Damn youre so wet.. I knew you wanted me..” he mumbled into your mouth, but you were so hungry for him you couldn’t even reply, only moaned and desperately grabbed a fistful of his hair, willing him to continue kissing you. “Ah Ah Ah..” he pulled away from you, pushing you more into the desk so that your legs were hanging off the edge. I’m one quick motion, he grabbed both sides of your hips and pulled your skirt down, tossing it behind his back. Without a word, his face disappeared into your core, his tongue entering you first to earn a loud moan. Skillfully, his tongue exited you then made a full circle around your hole. “Jesus Christ you tease, why won’t you fuck me?” You whined, feeling empty without him filling you up.

“Shhhhh, let me have you, princess~” he cooed into your womanhood. Fuck, when he called you princess it was like the waterfall had been unleashed. His tongue maneuvered in and out of your folds, leaving no area untouched by his wonderful tongue. Suddenly his tongue entered you again while his other hand snakes around your body, down your stomach, and went straight to your clit which was already enforced with excitement. As soon as his thumb made contact with the bundle of nerves, you threw your head back and nearly screamed as he began making gentle circles on the sensitive bud. In and out his tongue went, and his movements with his thumb became tougher. “Fuck fuck fuck FUCK” You said all in one breathe, unable to hold back your high as your body convulsed. He held onto your hips to keep you stable and smiled up at you, as you rode out your orgasm. Very gently, since you were still sensitive, he entered two fingers into you to get all your juices, and sucked his fingers while looking up at you.

“Jesus fucking Christ” You said out of breathe at the orgasmic sight

“Don’t think I’m done with you” he said, his loving voice gone, and replaced with that low growl again. He stood up, pulled his shirt off over his head, then unbuckled his belt, and off came his pants all within 30 seconds. You could see it in his eyes. He was ready. You were still shaking, but god you looked down at his dick, and he was gifted, BIG time. “I don’t know if I can...” You started to say, but he shook his head, grabbing both of your thighs with his strong hands, his short nails digging into them. It felt good. You felt yourself getting wet again for him. “I’ll start gentle for you, but I want you screaming my name by the end of this, princess.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver as he lined the tip of his member up with you, then slid the tip in. You moaned into his neck, while he slowly pushed into you. Your walls tightened at the foreign feeling, causing himchan to moan in a low voice. “Fuck...” he growled, finally pushing his full length into you. He then began to fuck you on the desk—hard. After the first soft and slow stroke, he held nothing back. He pumped in and out of you at a fast pace. Despite just sitting on the desk and holding his back, you couldn’t keep up with him, your body completely at his mercy as he moved your hips for you. “Himchan... himchan!!” You started saying, but it wasn’t even you. You had no control over your voice. You went to look for some leverage, and ended up knocked over a lamp. “Can’t stay up?” He mumbled and without missing a stroke, laid you on the desk and climbed up with you, pulling both your legs up and laying them on his shoulders as he relentlessly fucked you. One hand held your legs over his shoulder, while the other hand played with your right breast, gently twisting your sensitive nipple. “Himchan! KIM HIMCHAN! FUCK!!” You screamed louder and louder as he lifted your hips up off the table to get a better angle and hit your sweet spot. Once he hit it a couple times you were gone. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your back arched higher than you knew it could. “FUCK!” You said one more time, your walls tightening again around Himchan’s dick, allowing him to feel completely consumed by you. His movements became more erratic, and he finally hit his high, moaning loudly in his voice that made you want to fuck him again. Completely out of energy, he pulled away from you, panting like a dog. He finally looked at you, a sweaty mess and smirked. “Not thinking about Yongguk now, huh?”

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The Forgotten Summer

Chapter 1: The Last Day of School

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Melanie Bennett entered her science class. It was her last class of the day and of the school year. She went to sit at her assigned table. Her science partner, Bill Denbrough, was already sitting down with their bridge.

The science teacher, Mr. Nell, had decided to allow the students a fun activity for the last month of class. They were supposed to build bridges out of popsicle sticks. One the last day of class, they were going to test which bridge was the strongest by putting weights on them. 

“Hey, M-m-m-Melanie,” Bill greeted, smiling at her.

Melanie’s heart fluttered. “Hi, Bill,” she greeted back.

“H-h-how’s your da-day been,” asked Bill.

“Fine,” Melanie replied. “Well, except for that class I had with Greta Keene.”

Greta Keene was the daughter of the town pharmacist. She was also the meanest girl in school. She bullied anyone she considered beneath her. However, Greta seemed to have special contempt for Melanie and her best friend Beverly Marsh. She hated Bev because of her “reputation” and Melanie for choosing to be friends with her.

Melanie had English class with Greta earlier today. Their teacher, Mrs. Douglas, decided it would be fun to have everyone in class to share their summer plans. She clearly has a different definition of fun, Melanie remembered thinking.

When it had been Melanie’s turn, she hadn’t been able to even utter a word when Greta cute. “Are you going to visit the other gorillas at the zoo,” she sneered at Melanie.

The entire class (except her cousin Mike Hanlon and Stan Uris) had laughed. Melanie had looked down at her desk in embarrassment and anger. Sure, it hadn’t been the first time Greta had called her a gorilla or gorilla girl, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t upset her any less. 

“Gr-Gr-Greta sucks,” said Bill sympathetically.

“That’s an understatement,” Melanie commented. They both chuckled. “Do you think our bridge will do okay?”

Bill shrugged. “I-I hope suh-suh-suh-so.”

“Alright, lads and lasses,” announced Mr. Nell. “Class has begun. Ye need to be quiet.”

Mr Nell was an Irishman that moved to America in his teens. Many students found it amusing to mock his accent. 

“Ye heard the good sir,” Richie Tozier mimicked. “Quiet down now.”

Richie was one of them. He probably did it more often than anyone else in the class. He was called Trashmouth for a reason.

“Master Tozier, I believe yer accent has gotten worse,” quipped Mr. Nell.

Everyone in class laughed. “I say, Master Nell popped off a good one,” Richie continued in his terrible accent.

Mr. Nell rolled his eyes. “If you’re quite done Master Tozier, I would like to continue with class,” he sternly said. 

“Well, go on then, lad.” Richie really wasn’t letting up.

Mr. Nell sighed and then continued, “Alright, I hope ye have yer bridges ready. It’s time to test them.”

Bill and Melanie’s bridge ended up doing okay. It had broken after having 50 pounds on it. Had it been a contest, they would’ve won fourth place.

After all their bridges had been tested, Mr Nell had given them free time. Melanie had planned to read a book she bought, but that plan quickly changed.

“H-H-Hey, Melanie. D-D-Do yuh-you want to c-c-c-come ha-hang out with m-m-m-me and my fr-fr-friends u-u-u-until school ends,” Bill offered.

Melanie was stunned for a moment. Sure, she liked Bill and got along with him, but they didn’t talk much outside of class. 

“Oh, well, I don’t want to bother you guys,” Melanie nervously said.

“Yuh-yuh-ou won’t,” assured Bill.

“Okay, then,” she agreed.

Melanie grabbed her chair and followed Bill to the table Richie and Eddie Kaspbrak sat at. When they approached the table, Richie and Eddie were arguing.

“There’s no way you can make a better loogie than me,” Richie said.

“Fuck you, Trashmouth,” argued Eddie. “Yes, I can.”

“H-Hey, guys,” Bill interrupted. He and Melanie put their chairs across the table from  Eddie and Richie. They sat down.

“Hey, Big Bill,” greeted Richie. He looked at Melanie. “And who is this lovely lady?”

Melanie smiled, pleasantly surprised by Richie’s statement.

Eddie gave Richie an annoyed look. “You know who she is,” he complained.

“Quiet, Eds! I’m trying to be charming,” Richie claimed.

“Don’t call me Eds,” shouted Eddie.

“Are they always like this,” Melanie whispered to Bill.

“Yuh-yuh-yeah,” responded Bill. “Yuh-You get u-u-used tuh-tuh-o it.”

“What are you two whispering about,” Eddie questioned, turning his attention to Bill and Melanie.

“Obviously, they’re flirting, Eds,” said Richie, smirking at them.

“No, we weren’t,” Melanie immediately denied. 

“Aw, don’t break Bill’s heart like that, Mellie.”

“B-b-beep beep, R-R-R-Richie,” Bill said. 

Melanie furrowed her eyebrows. “Mellie?”  No one called her that.

“Yeah, it’s a nickname.”

“Most people just call me Melanie or Mel.”

“That’s boring. Mellie sounds better. Oh, or Mellie Jelly!”

“Please, don’t call me that,” begged Melanie.

“He won’t listen to you,” Eddie informed. “Once he gives you a nickname, you’re stuck with it.”

Richie wrapped an arm around Eddie’s shoulder. “You know me so well, Eddie spaghetti,” he playfully said.

Eddie shoved him away. “Fuck you.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Eds.”

“I swear to god…”

“So, M-m-m-Melanie,” interrupted Bill before another argument could break out, “wuh-wuh-what’s that b-b-book you h-have a-a-a-bout?”

“Photography,” Melanie responded. Mike had given it to her for her birthday to go with the camera her aunt and uncle had bought her. She hadn’t gotten around to reading it until recently.

“Do yuh-yuh-ou ha-have a ca-ca-mera?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, if you have a camera, how come we’ve never seen you with it,” interjected Richie, joining the conversation.

“I mostly leave it at home because of Bowers,” Melanie explained. 

“Oh. Well, that makes sense.”

Greta Keene was bad, but Melanie would much rather deal with her than the Bowers Gang, especially Henry Bowers and Patrick Hockstetter. Those two were the worst of the bunch. While their other friends, Belch Huggins and Victor Cirss, weren’t saints, they seemed to have limits. The same could not be said about Henry and Patrick.

Bringing up Bowers had led to a conversation about the worse thing he and his friends had done to them. It wasn’t a nice conversation, but it was something they could talk about. Eddie talked about Henry giving him a bloody nose;Bill mentioned Victor and Belch throwing paint on him during art class; and Richie described how Patrick took a shit in his backpack.

“It still can’t believe he did that,” commented Eddie after Richie finished his story.

Melanie wrinkled her nose. “You don’t still have the same back up, right.”

“Of course not. What do you take me for,” Richie said, feigning offense. They all chuckled. “What about you?”

“Huh,”said Zoe.

“What’s the worst thing Bowers or one of his friends has done to you?”

That question wiped the smile off Melanie’s face. She felt stupid for not considering the fact that the boys would want to hear from her. Why wouldn’t they? She brought up Bowers in the first place, and they all told her their experiences.

“Um, I guess it was that time  Bowers knocked me off my bike back, and I ended up scrapping my knee ,” she lied. It wasn’t a complete lie; it had happened.

Bill nodded. “I remember that,” he said. He had helped patch her up after if happened. It was the first time they had ever talked.

“Why are they all assholes to everyone,” complained Eddie.

“I don’t know about the others, but my uncle says Henry acts the way he does because of his father,” Melanie responded. “He called him a turd, too.”

Bill, Richie, and Eddie all had a good laugh at that last part. They continued to talk about several other things. One of them included their friend Stan Uris and his Bar Mitzvah. 

“There’s a church full of Jews, and Stan has to take the super Jewy test,” Eddie claimed, when she and Bill asked what was supposed to happen during it.

“B-but how d-d-does it wuh-work,” inquired Bill, still not understanding.

“They slice the tip of his dick off.”

“No way,” Melanie said in disbelief.

“But then Stan will have nothing left,” exclaimed Richie.

“It’s true,” Eddie said.

Before the discussion could continue, the bell rang. School was out; summer had begun. Everyone was hurrying to grab their things and leave.

Mr Nell spoke over the commotion, “ I hope ye have a great summer, and remember to be careful.”

Melanie and Bill took their chairs back to their table. “Later, Bill,” Melanie said.

As she went to leave the classroom, Bill called out her, “M-M-Melanie.”

She turned back to him. “Yeah.”

“Uh-uh-uh… n-n-nothing. I j-j-just h-h-hope to s-s-see you a-a-around this su-su-summer,” nervously said Bill.

Melanie smiled at him. “I hope so, too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Melanie left the classroom slightly disappointed. She had hoped maybe Bill would invite her to hang out. Sure, she could have done the same, but she feared rejection too much.

If her mother had been there, she would have said, Sometimes doing something you’re afraid can be worth the fear. 

It was good advice. Maybe, she would follow it… one day. Today was not it.