#reposting because i realized the text got messed up

[lavendorium]

𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊🖤💙

🖤𝕺𝕻/𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 - 𝕸𝖔𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊 💙𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 - 𝕴𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 🖤𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖈𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖘 - 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆 💙𝕮𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖓 𝕵𝖊𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖗𝖞 - 𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘/𝖂𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖝 𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 🖤𝕮𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖏𝖊𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖗𝖞 - 𝕻𝖚𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑 💙𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖊�� - 𝕻𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕿𝖊𝖆 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒

[kikiwie]

call me back? 𖦹 ˚.

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in which you get in a heated fight with the haikyuu boys, and it takes longer to reconcile than usual.

you didn't need to see his message appear on your screen. especially not after waking up.

after going days without speaking and feeling better, you were able to stop thinking about him so much. but now that he was reaching out, you felt as though all of your effort was gone.

he mentioned something along the lines of wanting to meet up and talk. you really couldn't look at it for too long or you might lose what little sanity you had.

this was the worst fight you’ve had in your relationship, and you didn’t know what to do. you knew you couldn’t be mad forever, but some things said did hurt, and you could admit you said things you shouldn’t have too.

you screamed into your pillow, and you didn’t know if it was from dread or something else you didn’t want to recognize. that you missed him more than you wanted to.

immediately you grabbed your phone and texted the group chat to ask if you should text him back fast or wait because you were not sane enough to handle this situation.

you, of course, ended up giving in after 2 minutes, which you didn’t even finish asking your friends. even if you tried not to give in, you knew you loved him too much for that.

(he would’ve seen you or sent a text earlier, but he didn’t know if you were still mad. he was tweaking because you were non verbal.)

suna, osamu, sakusa, kenma, tsukishima & kageyama.

the last thing you expected to happen today was to see him standing in front of your door. you felt horrible for him because he was so wet from the rain, but you were hesitant.

"what brings you here?" despite your best efforts to appear cold, your eyes betrayed you as you glanced at him. "not even going to invite me in?" when you glared at him, his attempt at a smile turned wary.

"i didn't ask you to come here.” he didn't like it when you crossed your arms. you felt so distant.

"i just had to see you. to talk. i really miss you, and i wasn't expecting for the fight to go to this.” with a sigh, you decided that it would be best to have that discussion inside.

he entered when you stepped aside. "come, i’ll get you some dry clothes and a towel." he agreed, and he followed you to your room to get one of the hundreds of sweatshirts and shirts he stored in your dresser.

shortly after, he changed and came back with the towel in his hair. he gave you a hug when your back was to him. “i’m really, really sorry. i promise i’ll do anything to make this better..” he kept rambling, and you knew you couldn’t be mad forever.

kuroo, iwaizumi, terushima, daisho, akaashi & semi.

he tried to be nonchalant about the whole situation. like it didn’t bother him at all. (he in fact did care. just in denial) that was until he realized it wasn’t one of those times where you’d fight and after a few hours you would talk it out after you’ve both cooled off.

nope, he was going insane. he tried calling you and texting you, but you weren’t answering. it was really messing with him and with his performance in whatever he was up to.

he’d stalk your socials sometimes to see if you were up to anything, but you weren’t giving him anything to stalk. now he was just getting worried. usually you would repost on tiktok or post on your spam, but nothing. just radio silence.

that was until a miracle happened. your mutual friends had decided on a night out and invited you both. that was his chance.

when he saw you, he tried not to run to you and shower you with kisses like he usually did. but at this point he was getting desperate.

being the hopeless man he is, he had to talk to you. to fix this and never fight with you again and shut up whenever you want him to.

let’s just say he almost got on his knees and begged for forgiveness because he couldn’t last another second without you by his side. (in a way that didn’t seem too desperate, of course.)

atsumu, oikawa, bokuto, tendo, futakuchi & koganegawa

they don’t fight with you. they get told to shut up, and they do. they get told to sit down, and they sit. (they just love you a lot)

tanaka, nishinoya, hinata, lev & yamamoto

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this was for funsies, might not be too accurate. hope you enjoyed either way. <3

[vanesycho]

f!reader x bf!vernon | m.list | wc:0,8k

request:hii can i please request a vernon imagine where svt doesnt believe theyre dating reader because hes so nonchalant but svt finds them either in a sweet or sexual position or something? its up to you! thank you <3

a/n: I apologize to the person who wrote the request. your request was deleted because the tags did not work in a way that I did not understand and I have to repost it...I hope it works this time.

I added a little texting at the end to make it a little more fun, enjoy reading!

"From the world to Vernon." Vernon looked up at Seungkwan's call "Oh sorry, were you saying something?" Kwan rolled his eyes, turned to the front and started muttering to himself "Oh really...What's wrong with this kid, his mind has been elsewhere lately." Jeonghan who entered the room answered him "Don't mess with him, he's probably texting with his girlfriend." It was obvious that the sentence he said was in a mocking tone and a few members laughed at this but Vernon didn't care and continued texting you. He didn't feel the need to prove to anyone that he was dating you because he didn't want to deal with it, and deep down he knew that they were all wrong and he was going to continue this as long as he could.

The rest of the day was spent both texting you and chatting with the others. When it was evening the next day, you were going to his house to surprise him because you missed him. In the meantime, a few members were gathered at his house watching a movie, unaware of everything. Dino, who was bothered by the notifications on Vernon's phone, whined "Yah! Either turn that sound down or answer." Vernon picked up his phone and smiled when he saw that the message was from you.

'I'm outside the door.'

'I missed you...can I see you for a few seconds?'

He cleared his throat and stood up, drawing attention to himself for a moment. "Go on without me, I have something to do, I'll be back." When he realized that they were continuing with the movie without questioning it, he went to the door. You ran to him as soon as you saw him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arms that had been waiting for you found your waist and pulled you closer, burying his head in your neck and breathing in your scent. "I missed you." He mumbled, you chuckled and when you pulled away, he kissed you on the lips. "Did I come at the wrong time?" You knew the others were home so you didn't want to disturb them, but your longing for him got the better of you.

Vernon shook his head, one hand moving to your cheek, feeling him stroke it with his thumb. “It’s okay, after all, they wouldn’t believe me even if I said my girlfriend was here.” You laughed at that, he would send you a few voice recordings when they talked about Vernon lying, and it was definitely worth listening to. “So..When are we going to prove this to them?” you asked, although you didn’t mind it, you were curious about how far he would go. Vernon closed the gap between you again, his hand on your cheek moving to your neck, slowly pulling you closer to him as he murmured “I don’t really care if they believe me or not. All I care about is you right here with me, so just let me take care of you.”

His lips brushed gently against yours, and you couldn’t wait any longer because of your longing for him, and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, kissing his lips more passionately. He laughed at how hungry you were in between the kisses, and didn’t hesitate to respond. He sucked your lower lip gently and his hand started to roam your body to feel every part of you that he missed. You opened your mouth and brushed your tongue against his-

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??" Hoshi's shout echoed in the dark street, you backed away in fear and turned to the owner of the voice. His shout must have caught the attention of the other members because some of them opened the door and moved towards you while others settled at the window. "I think it's time they believe us now." You looked at the eyes looking at you as Vernon spoke as if nothing had happened. Dino was the last one to leave the door and complained "The movie is half-finished, can't you be surprised by this later?" When the others ignored him, he muttered a curse and went back to watch it alone. Kwan pursed his lips and folded his arms "So you weren't lying the whole time?" Vernon frowned in disbelief "Why would I lie about this?" And you guys tried to understand what he was saying by stealing glances at each other as Kwan continued to rant.

Once the strange event was over, you were invited to watch the rest of the movie. You were curled up on the couch with Vernon, your head on his chest. His hand was on your shoulder, he kissed your head, and still unused to this situation, the others exchanged strange glances. At least he wouldn’t be made fun of anymore, even if it was in a strange way.

[devixncy]

Hey! I’ve got a heavy hurt/comfort request here that is pretty angsty, so if it’s too much please just ignore this.

Anyway if you’re comfortable could I request a Thanos x reader (no games AU) where is read of the recruiter finding him in the bridge, the reader does? Maybe they were good friends before his career fell apart.

I just wanted to hug him so bad when he was telling his backstory to Minsu 😭 and I can in fic form

a/n: i wrote this one so fast. ty for this request (hopefully i did it justice)

✧ pairing: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

✧ summary: you come face to face with your best friend on the bridge instead of the recruiter

✧ content: heavy themes (suicidal ideation, thanos at the bridge as mentioned in squid game), angst, no games AU, swearing, some comfort at the end bc that's how i roll

✧ word count: 2.3k

‘Your call has been forwarded to voicemail. The person you’re trying to reach is not available. At the tone, please record your mess-’

Your thumb hit the end call button, letting out a sigh of frustration. You weren’t sure why you kept trying, maybe it was because you always held out hope and your heart didn’t want to give up. At this point, your name had probably flashed across what used to be your best friend's screen hundreds of times–only to never receive a response. 

Su-bong’s radio silence worried you to no end. The two of you had been inseparable once, from pre-teens all the way into early adulthood. He was your best friend, your partner in crime. You helped each other through heartbreak, you consoled him when no one else understood what he was going through at home. You had shared countless late night talks, discussing quite literally anything you could think of because there were no secrets between you. Unfortunately, you hadn’t realized how much of a crush you had developed on him until it was too late.

When he began his rapping career, you were nothing but supportive. He was following his dream, wanting to make a name for himself under the alias ‘Thanos’. You always reposted his music on social media to help promote it, and always went to his shows once he began performing at small venues and clubs. As always, rising to fame didn’t come without consequences. It started with small, miniscule things that you brushed off as nothing at first. He started to take longer to answer your texts; what used to take seconds would now take him almost a full day until he was basically ghosting you. He began to “forget” to tell you when his shows were scheduled, disappointing you to no end because you wanted to be there for him.

Then, there was the night he showed up at your apartment, stumbling and pupils blown so wide you almost couldn’t see the blue of his eyes anymore. He was high out of his mind, coming to your door to beg for money so that he could pay back some of whatever debt he had accumulated. Your heart broke when you had to kick him out without sparing anything, as you had very little money to spare yourself. He was erratic and loud, and you couldn’t have him in your apartment that late in the state he was in. You had cried that night, seeing what was happening to your best friend.

After that night, you hadn’t heard from Su-bong again. Your desperate attempts to contact him were futile, you never received a response. It left you angry and defeated, wondering what you had done wrong. You missed him dearly, and it had been almost a full year since you’d spoken. 

A pebble went scattering across the concrete as you kicked it, lost in thought while you walked. It was getting late, the sun disappearing behind the horizon as the stars began to brighten the dark sky. You shoved your hands in your pockets, a shiver running down your spine as the cold air nipped at you. You wandered aimlessly, having no real destination–yet it was another reminder of Su-bong. Walks to clear your minds was something you both did together often, and now it was just you. He used to boast about how he would protect you and that no one would bother you if you were with him, not that anybody ever did. 

Something wet landing on the tip of your nose broke you out of your thoughts yet again, causing you to tilt your head up and look into the sky. The light patter of rain began to hit your face, starting as a sprinkle and gradually turning into a steady rainfall. Great. You grumbled, knowing you still had a while to walk and no umbrella. Pulling up your hood, your feet carried you in the direction of your apartment. Eventually, you began to approach the bridge that you had crossed not too long ago, signaling you weren’t very far now. A sigh of relief began to escape your lips, no longer wanting to be out in this weather as you were already soaked. However, whatever air you had in your lungs was immediately sucked out, leaving you frozen in shock. A figure was standing eerily still by the rails of the side of the bridge, their grip on the steel bar tight. 

You had no idea what to do in this situation. Your heart sped up, thumping against your rib cage. Your eyes diverted from the figure to the unforgiving river below, the dark water angry as rain beat down against it. Its currents roared, jagged rocks lurking beneath the churning surface. Your stomach twisted, hoping this wasn’t what you thought it was. Taking a deep breath, you began to move slowly and silently. You knew the person couldn’t hear you and you hoped they wouldn’t see you from their peripheral vision even though they had their hood up. Creeping closer, you almost had a heart attack as they suddenly hopped up onto the rail, swinging their legs around so that they were sitting facing the water. Moving quicker now, you were merely feet away.

Deep breaths. You had to act quickly. The glow of the city in the distance seemed dampened by the rain, and time seemingly slowed down. You took another slow step forward, not too fast or eager. The figure’s hands clenched tightly against the railing, knuckles turning white. Their breath came in shuddering bursts, visible in the coldness of the night. 

“You don’t want this.” Your gentle voice carried through the wind. 

They flinched at the sound of your voice, but didn’t turn around. 

“I know it feels like there’s nothing left. I know it feels hopeless, like the weight of the world is crushing you,” you continued. “But I promise this is not the way. Not like this. There is someone out there who cares about you, who would be devastated if you made this choice.”

They shivered. Whether it was from your words or from the chill in the air, you weren’t sure. You took another small step forward.

“Please,” you whispered. “You’re not alone. Please come down and let me help you.” 

For a moment, time paused. The silence was loud, and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears. 

And then–slowly, cautiously–they turned.

And you felt as if somebody had punched you in the gut, all of the air sucked out of your lungs in an instant. The weight of a million tons felt as if it were crushing your body. The world blurred at its edges, sounds turning distant as if everything was underwater.

Su-bong, your Su-bong, was staring back at you. His cheeks were tear-streaked, noticeable even in the pouring rain. His eyes were distant, hollow–though you could clearly see the blue in his irises, meaning he wasn’t high at the moment. He showed no emotion in his face, something you weren’t used to seeing. 

“Su-bong…” You whispered, and it came out strangled, like somebody was squeezing your lungs. You stood there with your arm slightly outstretched, lips parted in shock. He stared back at you, unmoving, no words coming out of his mouth. The tremors began, your fingers shaking uncontrollably as the weight of the truth settled in like ice. Your best friend, the person you loved the most, was about to kill himself. 

“You shouldn’t be here, (Y/N).” His voice was strained, raw, like he had been screaming. It was devoid of emotion, but his eyes told a different story. There was conflict flickering in them, maybe uncertainty, you couldn’t tell. 

Your knees nearly gave out as he turned back around, seemingly having his mind made up whether you were there or not. Panic set in, adrenaline coursing through your veins like fire as you lurched forward, although stopping yourself before you made a dumb decision.

“Su-bong, please! Please don’t do this, don’t you dare,” You cried, your breaths coming in short gasps as desperation clawed at you. Logic went out the window, your mouth was moving faster than your brain. “I love you, please don’t do this. I need you here.” 

He didn’t say anything. But mere seconds later, his shoulders began to shake violently. You began to hear sobs escape from the man in front of you, tearing your heart into a million pieces. And after a long, excruciating moment that seemed to stretch on forever, he slowly turned back around. Your hand, although violently trembling, was outstretched towards him. “Please come down.” You tried once more, barely audible over the unrelenting rain. Your eyes betrayed you, his outline blurring as they were swimming with tears that wouldn’t stop coming. 

But you felt his touch, his hand hesitantly grabbing yours. Slowly, but surely he swung his legs back around until he was facing you instead of the water below. As soon as he was facing you, you yanked him towards you with all of the strength you had left. His body collided with yours, and like something awakened in him, he threw his arms around you. His grip was tight, crushing–but you paid no mind, your arms finding their way around his back and clutching onto the fabric of his hoodie so tight he might fly away if you let go. He sobbed, his head dropping onto your shoulder. His knees buckled and you followed suit, lowering the two of you onto the ground. 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), god I’m so fucking sorry,” He cried. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t find words. Your chest was heaving, emotions all over the place. You just rocked him gently, quiet hiccups coming out of your mouth as you tried to grapple with reality. “I thought your life, and everyone else's, would be better off without me in it. I’m so sorry, I-I wasn’t thinking, I’m just such a fuck up-”

You cut him off, leaning back so that you could grab his face. “Do NOT say that to me, ever! You are one of the most important pieces of my life, you always have been and that has never changed. My life got better the day you came into it. Even if you feel like you have nothing else, you have me. You always have,” You took a deep breath as he rested his forehead against yours, shame written all over his face. “I love you so much, whether you know it or not. But the point is, I will always be here for you. Through the good and the bad.” 

Su-bong closed his eyes, tears still running down his face. The rain chilled the both of you to the bone, soaking through every inch of your clothing. You wiped his tears, holding him close. 

“I want to get out of here. Please, let’s go anywhere but here.” He finally whispered. You nodded, not saying a word as you slowly helped him to his feet. You kept an arm wrapped around his waist, helping him keep upright as you walked as he was unsteady on his feet. He was exhausted–emotionally, physically, and mentally. 

No words were exchanged as you brought him into your apartment. You led him into your small bathroom, sitting him on the edge of your bathtub. Grabbing multiple towels, you stood in front of him between his legs. His trembling hands didn’t go unnoticed by you, your chest aching as you looked at him. He looked distant, but was watching you. You offered him a small smile, one that was filled with warmth and familiarity. With gentle hands, you began to towel dry his soaking wet hair, bringing back some of the vibrant purple as it no longer stuck to his forehead. You had him strip out of his wet clothes, bringing him some spare of his that had been left at your apartment from long ago. Making sure he was dry and comfortable was your number one priority at the moment. 

“You’re still soaking wet.” He murmured as you were hanging the towels up to dry, making you pause. You turned, frowning as that was the first thing he’d said in a while. 

“No, you’re not worrying about me right now.” You said sternly, dropping your hands to your sides. He grabbed one of your hands, pulling you towards him. You stopped in between his legs and he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your stomach. Your hand instinctively came up to his hair, running through it like you had done many times before. After a couple of moments, he lifted his head, chin now resting on your stomach as he looked up at you. 

“Thank you,” He said softly, vulnerability shining in his eyes. “For everything. I owe you my life. I promise that I’m going to get help. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He whispered as you cupped his cheek. 

“I’ll be with you every step of the way, my love. Anything you need, I’m here. You’ll always have a home here.” You replied sincerely, your heart hurting for the man in front of you. 

“I know. I don’t know why I didn’t come home sooner.” He whispered, and the back of your eyes stung.

You went to bed that night with hope for the future, holding Su-bong close and him holding onto you all night like a lifeline. You didn’t know what exactly he had gone through in the time you were apart, but none of that mattered now. All you wanted was to protect him from his demons, and you so badly hoped that he would let you in. It would take time, but there was nothing more you wanted than to help him heal. 

[snghnlvr]

6:28 pm. / yang jungwon

yang jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: jungwon can’t stop kissing you!

includes: 1.5k words | FLUFFY FLUFF | jungwon is a simp | so is the reader so who’s at fault? | tooth rotting scenario that makes me cry about my single life | lots of kissing but i hope you can tell lol | jungwon in a tuxedo? plz sign me up!!

extra: this was supposed to be a short drabble but i think i got carried away .. | jungwon is bias wrecking me help me | i can imagine jungwon doing this to his partner and it dreads me | thank you taylor swift for motivating me to do this instead of my homework rn <3 | someone pls agree that jungwon is taylor swift coded - he’s written by a woman!!!

likes, comments and reposts are appreciated! <3

[below the cut]

i want to wear his initials on a chain ‘round my neck not because he owns me cuz he really knows me, which is more than they can say.

“jungwon!” you called out to him, holding a necklace that had his initials in it.

after jungwon fixed his tie, his figure approached to you immediately when you called out to him.

you’ve been trying to put your favorite necklace for the past five minutes and you realized it’s been almost time for prom in your high school.so you were rushing.

jungwon actually decided to match with you, sending you pinterest inspo when texting you, “us?🥰”. he never failed to make you blush in public. you had to immediately hide your phone from your teacher, putting your hand on your mouth to prevent a smile from being noticed.

jungwon picked a dark, emerald green dress on you since green is his favorite color on you, especially his green sweater. you chose a regular suit on him, but his tie would have the same emerald color. he thought it was the best choice, yet you were happy with the results.

when jungwon picked you up from your house with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, you were in awe. he looked really good in a tuxedo that you can’t believe that he’s your boyfriend.

you’re were so mesmerized.

he looked godly charismatic because it emphasized his body well, his golden skin radiating under your door light and his perfect middle part presented to you. you can still see his natural curly hair at the ends but it made you fall in love. jungwon looked so mature that you wonder if this is how he will look like in a couple of years.

after staring at jungwon, you felt your legs getting jelly.

you were starstruck at his appreciation that you felt like crying but before you do so, you hugged him tightly with your arms around his neck.

you heard jungwon chuckling, imagining his whisker dimples appearing as he stumbled at your sudden action. his hands immediately flew to your waist incase you would trip.

when jungwon arrived to your house, he was really nervous. he thought he will be a stuttering mess when he sees you, imagining your beauty in front of him, him only. his heart was beating so fast, that he thought he will get a heart attack. he took a deep breath and rubbed his chest to ease his anxiety. you opened the door and he felt like a mess. you were shining - glowing - twinkling like a jewel.

you greeted him with a smile as usual and he almost fell down like those cartoons when the male lead faints, but thank the heavens you grabbed him before he could do so.

your parents behind you captured the moment with their phones behind the wall of the door entrance. jungwon waved to your parents, shooting them a small smile as they gladly did the same. their hearts were warmed at the sight they were witnessing.

jungwon pressed his head to the crook of your neck, taking a whiff of your body wash; a combination of cherry blossoms and blueberries. he closed his eyes for a moment before pecking your neck. it slightly tickled you.

he removed himself, still holding you by the waist. he looked down at you with a smile, “hi my pretty girlfriend.” his dimple couldn’t help themselves from showing.

you couldn’t stop smiling at his cuteness. “hi my boyfriend.” you replied back with a cheeky grin. jungwon thought you were too gorgeous. he leaned down to steal a peck, maybe three pecks. making you frozen and hoping that your parents didn’t witness that.

now here you are in the hallways, where both of you didn’t show yourself in front of others yet. you can hear the faded music but you weren’t close to the entrance where people could easily spot you; more like both of you were at the exit.

you stood in front of a circular mirror. you wanted to present yourself, jungwon didn’t mind how long you were gonna take. as long as he’s with you, he couldn’t ask for more.

your frustration didn’t help you in putting on your necklace and you felt getting sweaty from the stress, so you called your lovely boyfriend who has been inspecting the decorations all over the halls with his hands in his pockets and his boba-like eyes wandering around. you find the situation very adorable.

jungwon noticed it what you were asking for even if you verbally didn’t say it. he took your necklace, realizing that it had his initials and he smirked at your wise choice.

you looked in the mirror, seeing your boyfriend easily towering behind you and it made your heart shake. you moved your hair to one side so he can easily put it on.

jungwon slowly opened the chain as you eye his every action. you kept getting distracted by him that it was making you insane.

jungwon took a step closer to you, putting the necklace in front of you. you held your breath when the gold touched your skin.

jungwon was so attentive in making sure that the adjustment was making you comfortable. “is that alright?” he suddenly whispered, making your neck get goosebumps not from his breath but his deep voice.

you nodded and whispered, “yeah that’s fine.” you smiled at him. he couldn’t see you across the mirror but he felt it in your tone.

“done.” jungwon smiled proudly with his dimples. you exhaled as you were touching his initials on your neck, proudly displaying.

jungwon swore that you looked extra attractive.

“you’re so beautiful y/n.” jungwon suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly as he kept his head in your neck just like earlier. it felt perfect like a puzzle piece.

you chuckled at his sudden touchiness. “and you are handsome too, jungwon.” you put your hands on where his hands were on your waist, slowly rocking side to side.

“jungwon that tickles!” you pulled away slightly when you felt his kisses on the side of your neck. jungwon pouted when you pulled away.

“awe i can’t kiss my princess anymore?” you rolled your eyes at his childness. “you know what i meant.” you eyed him at the mirror.

jungwon shook his head, making his hair do a little bounce. he pulled you back in which you easily obliged. he continued planting little pecks, sometimes longer on your neck. your stomach was tingling at his lips touching your skin and the noises made your heart flutter.

you love his kisses.

you looked at the mirror at what was happening. you bit your lip at the attractive scene like it’s a manhwa. your breath was getting heavier each second has passed.

“alright you’re having too much fun now.” you removed his hands from your waist and turned around, your back pressed against your mirror. you fiddled with jungwon’s fingers.

you were about to say something, along the lines of, “let’s go” but jungwon kept staring at you with an affectionate face with his head tilted to the side, not caring about what you were saying. he was gonna to continue.

his lips were pressed into yours once again, making your legs feel like jelly. jungwon held your waist to keep you still as your arms slowly made way towards his neck to make the kiss deeper.

kissing before prom wasn’t apart of your bucket list but you didn’t mind it.

jungwon let go, leaning his forehead against you as he stared at you.

you giggled at his lips, it’s now stained in your lipstick. “now your lips are stained.” you tried wiping your lipstick from his lips with your fingers but jungwon didn’t care. he didn’t care how filthy or disgusting comments he would get from getting lipstick stains from you. as long as it was from you, he couldn’t careless. maybe that’s why you love your boyfriend a little too much heh

“you’re so touchy today, i wonder why..” you asked, eyes focused on his lips. you were making sure the lipstick was fully removed but you can’t tell if that’s his natural lip color; being swollen from your kiss or your lipstick.

jungwon tapped his fingers on your hips, slightly gripping them. “because i have the most beautiful girl in front of me.” he smile with a smug that made you laugh lightly. “mhm couldn’t help myself.” he looked proud acting like a prince.

“stop it jungwon, you gonna make me a mess before we take a step inside.” you jokingly pressed your hands against your cheeks, lightly tapping them to indicate your blushing.

jungwon smiled, staring at you with shining eyes as he grabbed your hand from your cheek, intertwining with his and pressed them against his cheek.

your lips were slightly open as it caught you off guard but you smiled from ear to ear when he pecked your hand, staring at you. his eyes were smiling.

“i love you y/n.” jungwon whispered against your lips. “i love you too.” you didn’t hesitant to reply, pecking him one more time before finally fixing yourselves to go inside of your school’s auditorium.

“hey what took so long!?” your classmate heeseung noticed the both of you at the entrance, his voice slightly irritated because both of you said 7:00pm. it was currently 7:30pm.

both of you blushed and looked away.

[castleofclouds]

ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

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‧₊˚ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪sumarry : your life was peaceful until your stupid friends start giving you ideas of making thread about ur exes, stirring a whole new problems for you, suddenly one by one of your past start running back to you and opening old books of you and them, how do you act in this situation?

genre : gotta be fluff! texts (sometimes smau) angsty, slowburn, romance, humor, mention of 18+ content.

tag : @bluedbliss, @luvandletter, @1daily2lele7,

To All The Boys I've Dated Before : Headache.

Your head was aching so badly, you woke up in the middle of a familiar bedroom, with the pastel pink wallpaper all over it, your head feels like it's going to explode, you look around and caught a sight of your hand had been bruised covered by a lot of bandage all over it.

Huh, Weird.

You isn't usually the clumsy type, so this a bit shocking for you, you get up thinking of getting a sip of water because you could really use some hangover to wake you up completely, the glimpse of your figures on the mirror caught your attention.

You are a mess! (Not that you never one, but this is a mess mess type situation)

Your lipstick had been all over the place, your hair are tousled, every each strands of it is all over the place, and the horror in your face when I see a lot of small bruise like a tiny bite on your collarbone.

Each by each of last night scene play out in your mind, until you remember a man with blond hair was all over your face, you don't have to think pinpoint anybody else because you know very well who is that blonde muscular man.

“Jeno you fucker..”

Karina dialed you, she sounds worried with her tone half worried half relief that you are waking up fine, you muttered the courage to ask about last night, she hesitant as she take a deep breath.

“He walk you home last night that's all nothing more!”

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, a simple walking home? With all this kissmark on you? Yeah aint no way, you had to interrogate her for more 5 minutes until she spills how last night you and him were all over the place, especially after playing those seven minutes in heaven.

You never want to facepalm your face hard, she even admitted that, before the seven minutes games there's also a spin of bottle game, and a dare of you to making out with him, the more you listen the more embarrassed you got.

“Thanks..” you said as you close the phone, you need your coffee, this morning had been too much.

—–—

On the other side of the line were your other ex, he was religiously looking at a polaroid picture of him and you back when you and him weren't a past things and actually in love.

“You know boss if you really miss her that much, ask her to get back together..” Xiaojun muttered, which Renjun respond with a slap at the nape.

“Ain't no way, we are done like years ago, getting back together? As if!” he exclaimed clearly bothered, yet his ears are turning red by each moment.

“Then at least stop using my phone to see her account will ya? You kept hesitating whether to like her post or not, it's annoying!” Hendery nagged as he stand besides the counter, Renjun tuck his two-toned hair back, “I paid to use your phone I can't even do that?” he ranting, unable to counter attack Hendery stopped trying and decided to stop talking further.

The bell rings, Renjun suddenly change into this sweet angel out of the heaven as if he doesn't just scolding his coworkers, he smiles brightly welcoming the customer, “Welcome to RCafe, how should I help.. Yn?” when his eyes realize the girl he was just contemplating about liking her post or not suddenly showed up at his door.

“One Caramel Macchiato.. Please?” your voice weak doesn't have any time to even pick a fight, RCafe is the only cafe within campus that opened up very early in the morning, Renjun were eyeing you up and down he looks worried, you look very pale and quite disheveled, when his mouth were opened to asked, a sight of a bruised on your collarbone stopping him.

“Oh. Alright, we'll bring it.” he quickly went back to the counter, his face red from angry completely pissed.

You tilt your head in confusion, he would usually fight back, but today he is specifically calm, like.. Almost too calm, you know that calm, here's the thing about Renjun, he never the type to talk what he is feeling, instead, he just show it and hoping for you to catch it, and as someone who had known him for quite a while that calm is calm before storm.

As you sat down, you could feel a glare against the back of your head, Renjun were death staring behind your ears like you are doing something very terrible to him, 5 minutes later Xiaojun came and bring your coffee, he smiles but not those ‘happy to see you’ smile but scared one, like there's a dagger up his throat.

You pick up the cup when a notes fell to your table, you look at it for a while, and look at Renjun, as he throw his face away, like a kid mad at his parents.

The cat sticker and the ‘RJ’ initals are enough to explain who is it, Renjun are like this, back when both of you are still in relationship every time he is mad, he would just sent you a note asking about things, but not always, it's just something he do out of jealousy.

So he is jealous now? That's explained his attitude, you rolled your eyes at the notes, drinking your caramel macchiato as you finished it you went to the counter to pay, you look at Renjun at the cashier, as someone who is the manager of the cafe you don't understand why is he so worked up? He had 3 people work under him, you payed the coffee and when you almost leave you look back and muttered a response.

“Btw, it's not your concern who I'm with. So stop doing this, don't make us more uncomfortable with each other shall we?” you smiled and left the store, he looks hurt abit about it.

Hendery look at Renjun and give him a Pat at his back, “Cheer Up boss.” was all he said, Renjun shake his head and sigh. “She's right, we are not in that type of closeness to ask about something so private like that..” as he said that, a single drop of water run down his face.

“Wait.. Jun, you..” Xiaojun look at Renjun, as he smiled but his eyes aren't.

—-—

You walked back to your apartment, you felt bad about what you said to renjun this morning, you awkwardly scratch your nape in guilty, you saw Chenle, you want to walk past him when he stop on your track, “Morning,” He said joyfully, you smiled back as response.

“Did you sober yet? Want to grab a breakfast together?” he asked, his eyes caught the bruise on your collarbone, he sighs yet he still smiled, “Wait here..” he went to his apartment, you bewildered.

He came back with cute bandages and a medicine, he gave you, you taken aback by it, “What's this for?” you asked, he pointed at your collarbone, “You have a lot of mosquito bites on your collarbone.” he added, you want to protest that it's not a mosquito bites, but he just silenced you.

“Can you please not tell me if it's not a mosquito bites? I think I would feel at least more better about it, a simple lie wouldn't hurts right?”

You look at him, you never understand Chenle, but one thing for sure, Chenle isn't very happy today, yet for you he tried to look as if he is happy.

You want to hug him so much, embrace him and tell him that it's all a mistake, and you would never do it again, but the only thing you could do was nodded your head, as your head hung low.

“Can you at least do one favor for me?” he asked, you look up and nodded fast, “Let's grab a breakfast together? Spare your day with me today, that's if it's okay with you of course.” he waits for your answer as you laughed.

Chenle you will always have a special place in your heart, the way he is adoringly asked you and his fidgeting at the thought sold it, you beamed “Of course, let's have a pleasant day together.”

Previous, Masterlist, Next.

A/N

Hello? Do anybody still at the store? Haha, gosh can't believe this story are from last year! I came back, because I see some of you are actually waiting for this one? I'm sorry it's been quite a long time isn't it? What can I say last year of my college life is very tough with the upcoming schedule and such it's hard maintaining both hobby and responsibility, I hope everyone had a nice day! Here for a long long 2025 healthy and happy life! Let's talk alot next times! Dw I'm back now so wait more for me!

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2922

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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9.

OMNISCIENT Tiana and Jey finally made it back to Cali to check up on Bianca and Montez and make sure everything was okay; before they could do that, Jey went to take Tiana to get a restraining order on Malakai.

She needed that badly since things were now getting crazy with him, especially with him running around with a gun on his hip. Anything could happen.

After doing that, Jey dropped off Tiana at her nail shop because she had some clients who wanted their nails done for today.

"Heyyy girly." Emma said as she came in.

"Omg Emma hey girl." She said as she hugged her friend.

"I haven't seen you in a minute since you know..."

Tiana nodded as she sat down in her chair to check out Emma's nails. She had noticed that they were getting old, so it was time for her to change them.

As Tiana got to work on her nails, she saw that Jey had texted her, but he had to wait due to her fixing her friend's nails.

"Sooo....how are you and your new man?" She asked.

"We've been doing good, girl; Kai got his ass whooped again by Josh, so yeah," Tiana replied.

"Damn for real? That's crazy." They both chuckled as Tiana was scraping Emma's old nails off.

While focusing on her nails, she cut her natural nails down with a nail clipper and got to work while Emma showed her what design she wanted.

She saw a car pull up in the parking lot but didn't recognize who it was, so she didn't really pay attention to that person as she was focusing on Emma's nails.

"Tink." When she heard that voice, her body froze. She looked up and saw Kai standing there.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?" She questioned.

"I came to see you tink since you didn't answer your phone." Malakai said.

She scoffed at him and gave him a stern look, "I have a restraining order on you, so you can't be near me." He chuckled darkly at her.

"You think I give a damn about that damn restraining order? I'll do what I want, and what I want you to do is come with me."

Tiana shook her head as she looked at Emma, "nigga fuck you. Don't make me call my boyfriend to come fuck you up again. Leave."

"I'll shoot his ass if he do." That statement made her feel scared for Jey's safety, but she didn't want to leave with him, so she just stayed there.

Malakai just looked pissed as he walked up towards her until Emma stepped him his face as he was eyeing her down, knowing that he had a gun on his hip.

He tried to push her away, but Emma wouldn't budge. She used her strength to push him away, making him stumble a bit.

"Look, Kai, you're now getting out of pocket comin' up here messing with T all because she doesn't want you, so I would advise you to leave," Emma replied, giving Kai a stern look.

"Man, fuck you, she's coming with me; she belongs to me."

"Ion' belong to nobody but Josh, that's it, so you can see your way out the damn door Kai. I'm not playin' with'chu."

He pushed Emma out of the way as he snatched Tiana up by the hair, causing her to yelp, getting flashbacks of him doing this to her.

Kai pulled her down on the floor as he was dragging her outside towards his car; Emma had grabbed Tiana's phone, unlocked it as she called Jey.

Tiana tried to fight him off, "Get the fuck off of me, Kai!" As he kept dragging her down to his car.

OTP Jey: Mama? What's up? Tiana: this is Emma her friend we need you down here like now. Jey: why? What's goin' on is Tiana okay? Tiana: She's getting dragged by Kai towards his car and we need you here like now please. Jey: what? Ight bet I'm comin I'm comin' Tiana: thank you Jey.

CALLED ENDED.

Emma grabbed a vase with flowers and ran towards Kai and Tiana. Seeing Tiana getting hit in her face with the gun just broke Emma's heart.

She didn't want Tiana going through this, she told her not to deal with someone like Malakai because he was crazy and dangerous.

A/N: warning domestic abuse !!

Emma saw that Tiana was bleeding on the bottom of her lip understanding that Kai had hit her with his gun trying to bring her inside of his car, all she could do was knock him out with the vase that she had.

As she saw Tiana trying to fight him off of her, she didn't know if she wanted to wait for Jey to come or just hit him upside the head with the vase.

That's all she could do, so when she ran up and hit him upside the head with the vase, he froze, letting go of Tiana's hair.

He turned around, facing Emma with an angered expression on his face, pointing the gun at her, which caused her to back up slowly.

"You, stupid bitch are YOU tryna save her huh?!"

"YES, KAI, YOU'RE INSANE RIGHT NOW!" Emma shouted.

"ME!? insane? NAH, I'M JUST TAKING BACK WHAT'S MINE!" he shouted.

'This man was insane for this'

'Where's Jey?'

All Tiana could think about was Jey, wondering where he was because she was scared—so scared that flashbacks haunted her.

FLASHBACKS

I was in the closet hiding from Malakai as he went insane again during our argument. He was choking me out, but I managed to get out of it as I made a run for it towards the closet.

Covering my mouth so that he won't hear my muffled crying, I didn't know what to do I was shaking like crazy rocking bath and forth.

Hearing him breaking things, calling for me, yelling my name.

I quietly cried my eyes out, lost."

"Tink, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for it to happen." Malakai said.

"Please, come out mama."

I didn't say anything other than hearing myself sniffing my nose and rubbing it with my long-sleeved shirt.

"Mamas pleaseeee."

"God, I fucking hate you so much." He said.

'How the fuck could his demeanor change after just apologizing just a straight manipulative asshole.'

I backed up in the corner so that he wouldn't see me as I heard his footsteps coming in our bedroom, I mean it was already a mess to begin with after he had hit me.

"I HATE YOU TIANA!"

It went completely silent, and I held in my breath as much as I could until I heard him throwing stuff around in our bedroom, fearing that he'd find me in our closet.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Malakai screamed.

I heard glass breaking on the ground, knowing that he had thrown it, but everything stopped as I heard his footsteps leaving while walking down the steps.

Hearing the car turn on and hearing him leave, I left the closet as I saw our room torn up with glass on the floor. Going towards the mirror, I looked at my face. I had a bruise mark on my cheek from him hitting me.

"Fuck I need to get out of this relationship." I said to myself.

FLASHBACK OVER.

She snapped out of her thoughts, darting her eyes towards Emma and Malakai, seeing that Emma was now on the wall with her hands up, while Kai had the gun still pointed at her.

"Kai, you're being delusional," Emma said.

"ME? DELUSIONAL? Last time I checked, she didn't say we broke up. She just left and tried to replace me with some bummy Samoan." Malakai retorted while pressing the gun on Emma's neck.

He was about to press the trigger when she saw Montez punching him in the face, causing him to fall, including his gun.

Jey approached her, looking at her state. He had a sad expression on his face, and he hugged Tiana tightly.

Seeing Malakai being pinned on the ground while his gun was on the other side she just closed her eyes as tears were flowing down her eyes going onto Jey's clothes.

"I'm here, mama; I'm right here." Jey reassured her.

✧.* JEY I was honestly losing my shit after what had gone down earlier at Tiana's nail shop. He had the nerve to come up here after the fact that she has a restraining order against him.

What made it even worse is that Tiana had a mark on her face from him hitting her with his gun which did break my heart, she was scared.

We made it back to her crib, and we both got out of the car together. I held her hand as she unlocked the door, seeing Bianca running up to her and hugging each other.

"Are you okay bestie??" Bianca asked.

"Yeah, I just want to go upstairs and lie down," Tiana said as Bianca saw her wound on her lip.

"Well first lemme' get you an ice pack for the bottom of your lip." As she was doing that, she felt me wrapping my arms around her waist while she looked up at me.

I placed a soft kiss on her neck and then onto her cheek as she gave me a faint smile, feeling so tired and mentally exhausted, all because Kai wanted to be insane.

She wanted to text Emma to make sure that she was okay because she knew that she would probably be traumatized by all of this.

Hell, even Emma told Tiana that Malakai was no good for her, and she didn't listen to her. Now, look what happened.

I didn't let go of her waist as I nuzzled my chin onto her neck. Meanwhile, Bianca came back with the mini ice pack and gave it to Tiana.

"Thank you Joshua, for rescuing her from him I hope Emma is okay." She said.

"B, you know I got Tiana. I'm not goin' to let anything happen to her," I said.

Tiana and I went upstairs to her bedroom. I heard her sigh deeply while shutting the door behind me. She began taking off her clothes in front of me again, knowing how I am with her.

But I was goin' to let it slide for today since it has been hectic as fuck, but it didn't stop me from admiring her naked body.

My eyes were narrowing downward seeing her bent over just made me want to get up and beat that shit in while she's standing but I kept that to myself as her eyes darted towards my direction.

"Are you comin' with me inside the shower?" She asked.

"I mean, I didn't bring any extra clothes with me, but yeah, if it makes you feel better." I replied while she nodded her head.

✧.*

After taking a shower together, we lay in bed together, watching Love & HipHop Atlanta, trying to help Tiana forget about what had happened today.

She was cuddled up against my chest while I played in her hair, focusing my eyes on the show, but for some odd reason, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier.

I could see the fear in her eyes and her friend Emma's eyes, too; she was almost this close to getting killed by this man all because she was protecting T.

'What would've happened if I didn't show up?'

That's all my mind could think about, Tiana noticed that I wasn't saying anything snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Josh, you good?" Tiana asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, mama. Are you okay?" I replied.

She nodded her head as she continued to look up at me with her innocent eyes god she really think she's slick, acting like I won't bend that ass on all fours.

"Don't be lookin' at me like that," I warned her as she looked confused.

"What? I'm not doing anything but making sure you're okay." She said.

"Girl, you know what you're doing to me."

She chuckled at me while sitting up. She climbed onto my lap as I put my hands behind my head, admiring her.

I liked the way she was straddling me like this, even though I did say I was going to let this one slide for today. But she's tempting me right now.

She began to place soft kisses on my chest moving towards my neck causing me to moan softly, I placed my hands behind her ass giving it a good grip sucking onto my neck.

I felt myself getting hard underneath her wetness. I knew that her underwear was soaked, I adjusted myself as she began grinding on my lap.

Watching her doing it as her boldness was turning me on as I was gazing up at her.

"Lil mama, you tryna get fucked up right now, huh?" I said as my voice was raspy and deep.

"I don't know...you tell me papi.." her voice trailed off.

I sat up, holding her in place. Our faces were close together, staring into each other's eyes and then onto each other's lips.

Grabbing her throat firmly as I attached my lips to hers moving our lips together in sync, snaking one of my hands on her ass and giving it a smack while she moved her hips back and forth, causing me to hiss at her movements.

SMUT WARNING

I had her on all fours beating her shit in, hearing her moans mixed with mines were just music to my ears, my eyes were focused on her ass jiggling up against me as she throwing it back on me.

"keep throwing that shit back mama." I grunted.

I threw my head back in pleasure while gazing down at her, she felt so good wrapped around me like this almost driving me insane.

Meanwhile, I'm letting her do all of the work on me, giving her ass a few slaps and hearing her whimpering.

"Mhmm, mama keep goin.'" She looked back at me and tucked the bottom of her lip in. God, she just looked very sexy right now.

The room was filled with skins slapping against each other, and our moans were probably heard by Bianca and Montez.

I could see that she was getting tired, so I gripped both of her hips as I began thrusting into her cunt deeply, giving her every stroke I was giving.

"Fucccck, daddy." Tiana moaned.

She was gripping on the sheets tightly as I pulled her hair back, causing her to yelp, pounding into her shit, "oh my gooood Josh!"

She tried pushing me away only to make things worst for her I wasn't haven't that.

"Un Unt, take this fucking dick Tink." I growled pushing my dick in deeper inside of her.

I put pressure on her back as she held her legs up to adjust herself while I pounded her gushy inside.

"Joshhhh, I-I C-can't.." she whimpered softly as she tried to push me away.

"Nah mama take this dick like a big girl you got it."

I could see her eyes rolling in the back of her head looking down seeing myself going in and out of her insides. I felt her walls clenching around my dick causing me to groan Loudly while seeing her in a miserable state.

"Fuck, mama you feels so good make me wanna put a baby in yo' ass." I rasped as I've seen her cream coated onto my dick.

Her facial expression was turning up as I knew that she was going to come, so I continued to thrust into her deep.

She was gripping onto the bedsheets tightly as my name escaped from her mouth I moved my hips faster gazing down at her.

"God you're so pretty mama, taking my dick well.."

"yeah? papi?" Tiana mewled weakly.

"Yeah, mama."

I leaned in closer while continuing my movements as I placed nothing but soft kisses on her back, making her shiver underneath me.

She was feeling on my face giving her a kiss on the lips, I sped up my pace causing her to scream very loudly as I was beating that shit in.

"Joshhhhhh ouuuu fuck joshhh!" She cried out in a high-pitched voice as she put her face into the sheets.

I had a smirk appeared on my face hearing her screaming like that.

I felt my dick twitch inside of her wetness as I went deeper, hitting her g-spot and seeing her look helpless and defeated.

"Mhmm, mama take it  make a mess on daddy." I praised her as I've seen her expressions screwed up a bit.

Feeling her legs tighten, I moved my hips faster inside of her, cursing under my breath as she held onto my biceps tightly, squirting all over me.

Feeling her body shake underneath me as I tucked in the bottom of my lips, groaning, "fuck, daddy is finna fill you up, princess."

I felt my warm seed spread inside of her, causing me to roll my eyes in the back of my head, filling her up with my nut.

I thrust a few times in her before pulling out of her seeing her look so defeated.

SMUT OVER.

Trying to catch ourselves as I turned her over seeing nothing but dried up tears that were on her face looking all flushed, she was shaking violently due to the orgasm that she just had.

I placed her onto my lap, kissing her on the lips while rubbing her thighs to calm her down as she put her head onto my chest.

"I got'chu all shaking and shit I really got it like that mama?" I asked.

She nodded her head weakly at me while closing her eyes making me chuckle at her cuteness, placing her onto her bed on the other side of it.

Pulling her against my chest letting her hear my heartbeat as we both drifted to sleep.

Under Your Touch.

A/N: goodness I know yall is tired of Kai coming back doing some crazy shit especially now Traumatized Emma for good but don't worry everything is unfolding.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments

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[leviathans-watching]

mfil - 44

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-` ♡ ´- a/n: someone in the replies of the last chapt said idiots to lovers and you're so right i cant even--

*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

asmo freezes against your touch for a brief moment, then reciprocates, enthusiastically. his hands come up to cradle your head and he leans into the kiss, drawing it out. when you finally break apart, your panting slightly and realize you must look like a mess, complete with bedhead and all.

“um, good morning,” asmo says, raising those perfectly-plucked brows. “and not that i’m, ah, mad at the greeting, but can i ask…?”

“i don’t want to give up the charade,” you confess quickly. “well, i do, but because i really want to go out with you, asmo. and to me, it seemed as if your texts were saying the same. and i’m tired of pussyfooting around the issue, so please, just tell me honestly, will you date me for real?”

asmo blinks. “you actually, like, like me?”

you huff out a breath. “wasn’t it onvious? now answer the question!” you’re pretty sure of his answer, but until you hear it out loud your fears won’t fully be done away with.

“i suppose i’m just completely irresistable,” asmo sighs, brushing his hair away from his forehead. you’re secretly a little pleased to see he’s got hedhead too, even if it is only mild. “yes, mc, i suppose i’ll grace you with my presence and we can go out ‘for real’.”

you hit him in the arm with a glare. “be normal.”

his smile is like the sun. “so demanding. fine, yes mc, i deeply care for you too and would love to actually date. thank you for putting up with my antics and craziness up until now; i honestly don’t know how you fell for me when i’ve acted towards you the way that i have.”

“well,” you say with a snort, “my type has always been idiots.”

“hey!”

you can’t help but laugh, and his offended expression melts into something softer, sweeter. butterflies erupt in your stomach and your gaze drops to his lips. as if sensing your shift in mood, he quiets, mouth ticking up into a small smile.

“look, i really like kissing you,” he says, and you can’t hear a shred of lie in his tone, “but how about you let me brush my teeth first. and my hair. and get dressed.”

“we should probably get up,” you say reluctantly. “hey, do you think we need to tell your brothers we’re really dating now?”

he waves his hand. “no way! it’s time to get them back. let’s see how gross andmushy we can be before someone calls us out on it.”

you laugh. “i like the way you think. and… thank you, for texting me last night. while it woulnd’t have been the way i would have gone about the conversation, it was really brave, and finally allowed us to be honest with one another.”

he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling him against him. “i’m sorry i hurt you, last night, and every other time. i was just, well, scared.”

“thank you for apologizing,” you reply, leaning his head against him. “and i’m sorry too. now, let’s go and mess with some demons!”

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Blacked Out Ch. 4

(This story is being reposted from my original page to here, moving all my stories to here! Here is the original) Title: Blacked Out Characters: Jinyoung, Jay B, Fem-OC Rating: 18+ Master List Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Summary: Yuna is just a girl who wants to live her life to the fullest as much as she can. She's a hard worker who still likes to have fun. That is until she blacks out at a party and wakes up in a strangers bed. She didn't remember a single thing. Did she get taken advantage of? Will this event unravel her life into a mess?

“I’m here for my sister, her name is Lim Yuna.” The receptionist told Jaebeom which room she’s in and he proceeded to head up to her. As he approached the room he saw a man with his back leaned against the wall by the door. Jaebeom casually checked him out before approaching him “Are you the one who brought my sister in?” Jinyoung moved away from the door, nodding his head “Are you her brother?” 

“Yeah, thank for taking care of her...” Jaebeom put his hand out for a shake and Jinyoung didn't hesitate to take his hand and return the handshake.

“No problem, she seemed really upset right before she passed out.”

“She must have had a panic attack, she usually knows if she’s going to get it and takes medicine for it before it happens, but she must have had something shocking happen.”

Jinyoung stood quietly for moment, realizing that what shocked her was what he had told her in the car. 

“Well...she was asking about what happened after the party, when I told her she got upset-”

Jaebeom furrowed his brows, tilting his head “You mean the party last week?” Jinyoung nodded “And you know what had happened?” Jinyoung once again nodded before replying “I took her home with me because her phone died and I-”

Jaebeom then cut him off “Whoa whoa hold on, she told me she woke up in a strangers bed, that was your bed?” Jaebeom’s overprotective brother mode was switched on just then. He stepped closer to the other male “If you had so much as touched her, I will destroy you.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened slightly, lips pursing together “Well...I did have to carry her and check her temperature, so I guess you could say I touched her.” 

“...you-” Jaebeom sighed before backing off the man. “Can you explain to me what happened then, no one hurt her right?” 

Jinyoung explained everything to him up to the moment she passed out, excluding anything about the photos from the other day, he didn’t want to say anything if she hadn’t said anything to him herself, and besides, he only asked what happened at the party, right? 

Jaebeom could only let out another sigh “Well, anyway, thanks again and sorry if we’ve delayed you from anything, I’ll take care of it from here.”

“It’s no problem, oh, I’m Jinyoung by the way, thought I should at least let you know who I am.”

Jaebeom smiled “Jaebeom,” they shook hands again before Jaebeom made his way into the room his sister was resting in.

As Jinyoung was leaving the hospital he noticed a familiar white car parked a couple spaces away from him. The engine seemed to be turned off but he had sworn he noticed someone sitting inside. He felt as if he’s definitely seen this car before, the car had a large scratch on the drivers door and the back bumper seemed to have been damaged from the left side, a possible fender bender. 

He shrugged it off and got into his car, checking his phone. Of course it was filled with missed calls from his parents he knew what it was about but he didn’t feel like arguing with them so he opted for a text instead.

“Friend was in an accident, had to go check on them tell the blind date I said sorry.”

He sent the message to his parents then sent a text to his close friend “Let’s grab some dinner, I’m hungry...I’ll buy you drinks.”

He had barely sent the message before his phone began ringing, Jinyoung couldn’t help but chuckle “Hyung! I’m down, let’s party! Where at though?”

“I’m doing great Bambam, how about you?”

“Ah right, Hey hyung, what’s good? Anyway where do you wanna meet up?”

“The one we went to last time with the nice bar?”

“Okay, Call! I’m nearby so I’ll reserve a table.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

Jinyoung arrived at the restaurant, leaving his car to the valet before heading inside. It wasn’t hard to find his friend as he gave himself away immediately “Hyung! Hyung over here!” He called out, grinning widely as he waved his arms.” Jinyoung was embarrassed but still laughed at how energetic Bambam was being. He sat beside him at the bar “Ahhhh I’m really hungry I hadn’t eaten since lunch, I missed my blind date too so I couldn’t eat.”

“You getting set up on blind dates again?”

“Yeah, my parents want me to get married, what about you? You ever gonna settle with just one girl?” 

Bambam laughed “I’m still young and fresh, besides I got two girls right now, why settle for one when you can have two?”

Jinyoung shook his head as he looked over the menu “Didn’t you say you had a crush on someone recently?” his eyes landed on the steak dish that was pictured on the menu, tongue swiping over his lip.

“I never said I had crush...just...they’re just attractive, I wouldn’t call it a crush...”

Jinyoung ignored Bambam to order his dinner once that was done he turned and smiled coyly at Bambam “That’s not what you said when you were drunk the other day...what was it you said? Ah right! 'Ugh hyung he’s just so tall and sexy as much as I’d want him to bend me over and fuck me, I really want him to hold me in his arms and kiss those soft looking lips, hyung~ what should I should I do, what if he’s not into men?' or something along those lines.” Jinyoung nodded proudly at his imitation of his friend, staring at the younger’s face as it turned red “I did not say that! I was drunk and lonely I was just saying some dumb stuff!” 

“Sure, whatever makes you happy, Bambam,”

“Forget about me! My parents are making me go to your family’s party, are you going to go?”

Jinyoung let out a soft sigh “I have no choice, but I’ve been asked to bring my boss and some co-workers, but I’m scared my mom will start hitting on the guys, and my dad on the girls, I don’t want to make them suffer like that.” 

Bambam shuddered “Ew, I’m so glad I never have to experience that.”

It was Friday night and Jaebeom had made Yuna stay home that night, she was supposed to join her friend Sohee at her brothers club but since she had no choice she texted Sohee to let her know she wouldn’t be there, she wasn’t the type to skip out on someone without saying anything.

She decided to watch some random TV shows, as she sat back and got comfortable she received a text message from her friend, Jackson. 

Jackson: Hey you good? Jay B told me you weren’t feeling to good Yuna: I’m fine, I’m just not in the party mood Jackson: It’s been a while since we hung out was looking forward to dancing with you since I won’t be in charge of the DJ booth  Yuna: Since you’re not working, come over! We’ll watch a movie or something Jackson: I wish, Beomie still wants me to help him out Yuna: Make an excuse or sneak away or somethin’  Yuna: Come to the dark side there’s free cuddles here :p Jackson: Cuddles are never just cuddles with you though Yuna: Exactly ;)  Jackson: ....I don’t know why I do this when I know this could possibly end in a death sentence Yuna: and? Jackson: OMW ^^; 

Yuna let out a giggle at how easy it was to tempt Jackson. They weren’t dating and they definitely didn’t have romantic feelings for each other. They were close friends who just happened to hook-up once in a while. Of course Jaebeom didn’t know this, if he did he would not have let Jackson live.

It didn’t take long for Jackson to arrive. Yuna greeted Jackson with a tight hug when she answered the door. “I found this outside your door.” Jackson said as he pulled away, handing her a yellow envelope addressed to her “Oh, thanks...I got the mail earlier maybe it fell from my hands.” Yuna let Jackson in and tossed the envelope onto the coffee table. When Jackson sat on the sofa Yuna climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Getting right to it huh?” Jackson laughed as he rested  his hands at her waist. Yuna smiled coyly, her hands resting at his chest “It’s been a while, plus I need the stress relief.” She leaned in and pressed her lips against his. 

Jackson didn’t hesitate to get Yuna out of her shirt, though. He too, wanted to get straight to it. After tossing the shirt to the floor he caressed her skin as his lips pressed soft kisses against her chest. His hands made their way around her back to unhook her bra. Yuna let her bra fall off her shoulders before moving it aside. Jackson took a moment to appreciate her breasts before taking her nipple in between his lips. Yuna let out a soft hum,  her fingers running through his hair as she held his head close.

Soon enough, Yuna was lying back on the couch, completely naked, Jackson on top of her as they went at it. It was hot, it was intense. It was what they both have needing for a while. When they finished Jackson helped clean up his mess that he made all over her abdomen.

“Shower?” Jackson asked as he climbed off of her, Yuna nodded and sat up, Jackson took her hand and led her to the bathroom where they showered together. When they finished with the shower the cuddled for a while on her bed but that was soon interrupted by Jackson’s phone. He got off the bed and went back to the living room grabbing his pants off the floor and fishing for his phone from the pocket. When he finished the call he got dressed and went back to Yuna’s room “I have go, your brother wants me to go back.” Yuna got up and hugged him “Alright, no problem, drive safe I’m probably just going to sleep.” 

She walked Jackson out the door before collecting her clothes from the living room and tossing them into the laundry basket. 

The next day Yuna had decided to go to work to catch up on whatever she needed to from missing work the past week. She did this from time to time, especially if there was a lot of work on her hands. She liked being on top of things and getting her work done on time. She enjoyed going into the office on the weekends sometimes as well as the building would mostly be empty and she wouldn’t have anyone to disturb her work.

As she grabbed her keys from the bowl on the coffee table she noticed the envelope that Jackson has brought in. She grabbed it and decided to check it out once she got to work. 

When she got to the building she greeted the security before heading up to her office. Once she sat down she immediately began working. She worked at her own pace. After working for about 3 hours she decided to take a short break. She stretched in her seat before noticing the envelope again “Right, let’s see what I got in the mail.”

The contents of the envelope were now sitting on the desk in front of her.

They were images of her, getting changed, different from the ones from last time, images of her at the store, going into the office, leaving the office, in her car. Someone was stalking her. There was a letter as well, a printed letter. 

“I don’t know if I hate you or love you. I hate you because you don’t remember me. I hate you because you don’t know who I am. I hate you because you never give me attention. But I love you. I love you because you are beautiful. I love you because you are sweet, and kind. I love your smell, you hair, your body. I love everything about you. I need you.” 

Yuna could only now stare at the images and the letter. Her breaths grew shorter and faster, her heart raced and her stomached churned. She was scratching at her thighs, a habit she had whenever she was anxious, a habit she learned to stop long ago. Her vision was getting hazy. 

No...no no no not again, please.

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[starora2]

From BTS, I was fangirling. And then I moved to ground floor bedroom. Things started become so weird when I was there. And then mother (Beldam) and other mothers (Beldam) got sick. I decided to move to 2nd floor (I moved every boxes and things like 🔺🤦🏻‍♀️ with red blanket, not really but it was tough). And then Covid-19 started. Mom and dad started sleeping in the living room. I had fun fan-girling BTS. Then I started watching Kampong People. I started to record video (making vlogs videos). Until I moved to 2nd floor. But I deleted the videos (bc I thought of marriage.. but now I think about cam sama sha 😂🤣). Then I started decluttering the kitchen cabinet. Mother (beldam) got angry. It was tough. And then after all that done. My friend texted me in the group chat, there's job opening. So I applied. And got the job. It was the best time of my life. I get to work with my friends. I wish Bruneian Darussalam could make business like that and have Bruneians staff. Barutah siuk "Brunei siok". "Now Brunei is so Dull all the time like the sky is always dull nowadays what happened-". Anyways. Why do they always wanna play rough? Before working in their company under their stupid fame 🔺🔻👁️✈️👀👀? 😂🤣. Ada lagi kerja lapas atu. Kerja as labour dulu and then barutah kana simpan ke office job. Under their stupid fame jua but this one is 🔺🔻👁️✈️👀👀😂🤣. Probably because of Hafizul & Wana. 😔😔. Anyway. I was like. Wtf is going on?! About getting fucked by Hafizul it was like a dream to me. But then when we married cam sha ceritanya. And then I started to realize something.. they are so mean? 🐝🐕🐦🗣️🧙🏻‍♀️🔮🧙🏻‍♂️. They should have biggest, largest jail in their own country because the way I look at them, they can be criminal 🧙🏻‍♂️🔮🧙🏻‍♀️ bc they will choose violence. Although I saw on her facebook that she repost this post 'rotten fruit shall fall off-'. I guess I deserve that. Maybe she still loves him. Although I used to be flexible. I told you they are playing violence 🧙🏻‍♂️🔮🧙🏻‍♀️🗣️🐝🐦🐕 I mean rasuk wah. Now I feel like old woman ready to die. Bye. Hoooo Histeria STPRI...

Fifty Shades of Grey ?

I can't do it anymore. They are too stronk. I die. I mean in FINANCIAL!! "Rugi" !! He even mahu amput in asshole?! Within 3 months postpartum he was horny. 🧙🏻‍♀️🔮🧙🏻‍♂️. He's dead. Then he hurt my pinggang after that. Now my vagina hurt when do sexual intercourse. He's sucks. 👎🏼. If mahu Hafizul atu ambil tia wah. Pebaik kamu inda cukup duit. Rugi. Malas tah ku ingau. 😂🤣. Sialan. It's so dangerous. Hospital tah lagay. I'm sorry. I cannot do it. Good luck finding handsome 🇧🇳 men. Lolz. 🐖🔪🧠. They even messed up my Eczema friendly dish wash soap. I told him to buy this brand because it's good to my eczema.. but he bought different beand instead 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♂️. Now my hands has eczema flare up quite strong. I think Im gonna bring myself to the clinic. See?! I'm supposed to be CHEAP ass girl. Now they make me EXPENSIVE as shit. It's RIDICULOUS.

Fine!! Just to break the Hollywood curses. It's all your faults. 🔺🔻. See you after 3 years!! Lol. Even 🇵🇭 women and 🇵🇭 men doesn't get along. Lmao.

Ugh - BTS

Why are they so sexist.. ✋🏼🤚🏼. Is this you? Perhaps the 🕋 is you? Trying to make us think stupid just thinking about Allah 24/7 😂🤣. 5x praying a day 😂🤣. I'm muslim myself. I do like Islam. But I don't want to dive into 5x praying a day. It seems so stupid. Trying to chase time just to do sexist exercise. ✋🏼🤚🏼☝🏼. Give me a break.

Agatah send Hafizul ke masjid. Kau jua yang mahu kan?! Lelaki bergaul dengan lelaki. Perempuan bergaul dengan perempuan. Pasal kau di 🇧🇳🏴‍☠️ kan?! AGATAH!!

Eczema makes my life even more expensive. Yet they still gave 'D' in my English & my Combined Science exam. And then let me stay with my parents.. with no money. Baru ko tahu. I hope you'll get karma for this. I would have 6 O'Level. Bunch of losers. I would have been a successful woman unlike yew brainless losers. 🗣️🐝🐦🐕🐖🧙🏻‍♀️🔮🧙🏻‍♂️ Ew disgusting uncultured swines 🏴‍☠️🇧🇳.

Kesian. 💳.

What does Hawaiian pizza has anything to do with 🍍 field? MPK cults are you ok? 😭 💔 🇧🇳🏴‍☠️cursed?🐝🗣️🐦🐕🐖🧙🏻‍♀️🔮🧙🏻‍♂️? 😑. I as the children don't want to step up because..I mean..I would fight back. But it's not my problem.

In in in 🏴‍☠️🇧🇳 it's quite CRUEL the 🍍 farm was in mountain. I think they all dead. I pray that they all akan sadar. 😔.

Maybe try Kain Tenunan? Cap Kain (😍 my most favourite!! 😤)? Ketupat? Pulut Panggang (yumyum)? Ambuyat? Baju Bruneian? Baju Cara Melayu? Baju Kurong? Then kalau orang luar terpakai ada jua economy 🇧🇳 dapat product 🇧🇳. So much you can do to contribute 🇧🇳 cultures/traditions. To 🇧🇳 generation future sha ku ajar nanti sudah ku mati. Ok bye. 🧙🏻‍♂️🔮🧙🏻‍♀️🗣️🐝🐦🐕🐖🇧🇳🏴‍☠️. Dajjal vs Nabi Isa........

I would make Kain Tenunan pink bag 😍, Kain Tenunan pink baju kurong, Kain tenunan pink alas meja.. kana suruh kah tu oleh nenek moyangs. Nanti tah.

Hawaiian pizza is by Greek #TheMoreYouKnow

Today's generation and with slightly full of hatred on other side society. Could be hard to over populate Brunei Darussalam. But with great distraction 📺🧠😒🤕🧠🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️👻 (which is me). The future of Brunei Darussalam can make it.

"It's been 84 years."

"You're welcome."

Who these

"Just stay away from me!! You're a coward!!"

"Great food. Thanks for having time to meet meeting me."

*Hit his balls/penis.* If he wanna make baby again. Because im broke. Wtf. Until I get my birth control pill. Thank you very much doctors. You getting paid by rasuah or gaji? How much is it? "Not enough." Too bad. Jangantah berkraja di Brunei Darussalam then?! Bagi tia job mu ah arah orang lain!! Paidah!! Banyak lagi orang Brunei Darussalam kan jadi doctors. Banyak lagi kan difikirkan dang dang!! Kan suruh aku balik2 ke clinic? Jangan harap. Kau ganya kan difikirkan kah?! 🗣️🏴‍☠️🇧🇳. Atu banar!! Balik karang arah slums di negri mu yang over populated ah. "Mah-hu?!" I have smelly pookie and smelly body odor you think that's a coincidence?! I don't think so yew whores. Jangan jadi jahat. 🇧🇳🏴‍☠️.

Divergent movie i live gah

Mendera anak. Ngah dyg pun mendera dulu. Aku nampak cats nya yg basar2, tapi masih jua ia marahi anaknya. I don't like 🐈🐕🐦 cause they don't do anything to over populate Brunei Darussalam. Aku pun sikit lagi mental. Hafizul was very mental pasal ia belum tidur 2-3 hari? (Siapa jua inda mental kalau balum tidur. "okie"). Aku marahi pasal Khaleed nangis tangah2 malam, ertinya mahu nenen. Sebelum aku jadi pendera, Hafizul mesti sakiti aku. Sakiti hati ku pun ada jua (banyak 🤣😂). So it can reminds me of my faults (ill find you when im dead 🏴‍☠️🇧🇳🧙🏻‍♀️🧙🏻‍♂️). I try not to explode. Or else I'll die. Geez. 🏴‍☠️🇧🇳

Manatahu kau nanti terkana.. Like.. Car accident? Car crash? Pendera (sekali saja, don't push it, control)? Pemarah (tapi mama inda sampai tangan. Arah ku sampai tangan pulang)? Kana rasuk? Kahwin 2-3-4 orang bini? Divorcee? Gigi problem? Eye got stabbed? Tergelincir di jamban sampai mati? Cacat? Kana keluarkan dari master bedroom? Ada car but with no aircond? Kana marahi oleh boss inda suruh bekraja lagi must stay di rumah buat chores just live life (lmao, kalau malar kana serbu aku ani pasal stay di rumah kana pajal suruh bekraja untuk orang 🇵🇭 atu bana.... 🤌🏼?🫶🏼? Ew. Sendiri tah kau berkayuh🚲 🤣😂🎬🎥)? Kana tinggalkan somewhere else oleh laki and then laki lupa pick up bini? Jalan2 kaki jauh2? Patah tulang? Sakit pinggang macam orang tua? Sakit tua di katil? Keguguran? Curi cucu (but his/her future wife/husband will kill you.)? Penjara? Drug? Pookie berbau?! Badan berbau macam bau sampah or bau bangkai?! Eczema?!

Entah apa history family mu masa dulu2. Baik tah kau research, tanya saudara-mara mu baik. Ada ciri2 pendera jua pakah. Ku liat ciri2 pemental ada jua. Penjahat. Indakan penjahat. Kana rasuki 🇧🇳🏴‍☠️?? Baiktah bawa berubat.

Bagi hairan jua tu ah. Malar ku fikirkan, "Kenapakan ia malar target aku ani ah? Suruh aku berubat lah, suruh aku ke mental ward lah 😑". Jangan2 ia yang patut berubat. Jangan2 history family mu ada pernah ke mental ward. 🤕. Patutlah ada psycho ward di 🇧🇳🏴‍☠️.. I see it now. Apa masalah ku kan arah mu? Ada kah orang berguna kan laki mu? Ada kah orang berguna kan bini mu? Yang penting Stop kacau aku. STOP LIAT AKU. Mihir jua tu. You think is that fair?

Yang penting aku inda dapat selamatkan masalah mu dan masalah keluarga mu. Ok. Walau apa pun kejahatan kau mahu buat arah ku. Inda kana ampuni tu perbuatan mu atu. Pasal kau sendiri pakai/makan/minum/tidur/breathe apa saja yang kau buat atu. Basically. Living life. Sekian maklum.

Please watch this movie 'Dead Silence' so you can sadar/know why.. Bawa baca doa penyejuk hat. Bawa sembahyang, cakap/berdoa dengan Allah. Bawatah berubat. Bawa dangar lagu metal pakah, dangar lagu Taylor Swift kah, dangar lagu Little Mix kah. Mana ku taho. Sometimes orang sekeliling ni ada jua sifat 🗣️🐦🐕. Hati-hati sha.

Tada

Tada

The most powerful women goes to....

When did this curse started entering 🇧🇳🏴‍☠️?

Curses. Something to think about.

Maybe greedie? Taxes?

Witches..

[ramp-it-up]

Bucky Charms

Summary: You learn more about Bucky other than the physical. Are you ready to risk it all?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. ANGST. Fluff. Descriptions of past trauma, kidnapping, death, violence. Steve and Sam, Pining, lust, flirting through music, teasing, karaoke, non con surveillance,  oral sex (m recieving) degradation kink alongside praise kink, Sir kink, good girl/bad girl kink, p in v (wrap it up!) lil bit of breeding kink, Soft Dark Bucky.

A/N:  This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, F*cking Bucky  @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊

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I’ll stop the world and melt with you/you’ve seen the difference/ and it’s getting better all the time/there’s nothing you and I won’t do/I’ll stop the world and melt with you…the future’s open wide…

You listened to that cut over and over until you fell asleep after Bucky left your apartment and woke up with it still on repeat.

You’d certainly melted for James Buchanan Barnes last night, and he melted all over you. You smiled at the window, feeling light and buoyant as air, but then sat up and frowned as you realized what Bucky said.

“Professional.”

He’d suggested that you could both be professional. After last night, you didn’t think you could do it, but you had to try. You moved to get out of bed and realized that you were still sore.

You grinned as you padded to the bathroom and ran another hot bath. You didn’t regret a single thing about the night before. 

And you had a feeling that despite what Bucky had said, neither did he.

Bucky was late to work. For him. He walked into the office at 8:45 am.

Steve and Sam shared a look across the shared space, but didn’t say a word. Until Bucky put in his AirPods and started singing Frank Ocean. 

A tornado flew around my room before you came/Excuse the mess it made…

“Okay. What the hell is going on?”

Bucky stared up at Sam who was now hovering over his desk and who’s broken through his noise cancellation.

“Hunh? 

Steve got up and walked over to Bucky. 

“Don’t play dumb with us. You are late, and in an awfully good mood. Singing, Buck? What happened last night, Bucky. Did you get with Y/N?”

Bucky looked up at the two men who were most like brothers in his life. He couldn’t hide anything from them.

“So what if I did get lucky last night?”

Bucky put his long legs up on his desk and leaned back in his ergonomic chair.

“What makes you think it was her? There are 4.3 million women in this city.”

Steve and Sam just stared at him, then Steve spoke again.

“Sure. But there’s only one that you are laser focused on.”

Sam agreed.

“Yeah, you’re like a dog with a bone.”

Bucky’s grin got wider and he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

Sam shook his head. 

“I’ve heard that before. That means this is serious, because in the old days…”

“We got a blow by blow. Literally.”

“Fuck you Steve. And fuck you Sam.” 

Bucky threw up double birds at his friends.

“And step the fuck back from my work space. I’ve got work to do.”

When his business partners had safely retreated, Bucky picked up his phone to text you. He couldn’t not text you the morning after, but he had to be careful.

“See you at 4 o’clock. Looking forward to moving on with this project.”

You read the text, your heart beating a mile a minute when you saw the notification. You took some deep breaths as you walked to the subway station to go into the city. It was pretty straightforward. No subtext to be parsed out. 

There was no way to know that you were the project that Bucky was talking about.

Both of you went through your days, listening to the playlist Bucky was building throughout the day. This was not the music to do work to. The songs were cute and flirty, silly, surprising, and in some cases full of emotion that went well beyond a professional relationship. 

But it was just music, right? 

You two sent songs flying to the playlist throughout the day, flirting with music in place of words, glances, and touch. Etta James, Savage Garden, Monica, The Pogues, Frank Ocean, The Darkness, from the 80’s to last month.

It was a very eclectic mix that seemed to summarize both of your personalities perfectly. On the A train that afternoon, you caught an older woman smiling at you as you cheesed at your phone. 

Bucky was becoming more and more active on IG since your interview and he’d posted a photo. It was a close up selfie of him staring off into space at his desk in a dark grey suit with a purple line-patterned tie. He wasn’t wearing his glasses and his blue eyes were dreamy. 

This man was posting thirst traps fully clothed. And judging from some of the comments, plenty of people were falling for it. There were over 1200 likes in the 90 minutes it had been up. 

You didn’t want to like the picture, but then you read the caption.

No time to relax! Finished a full day of work, looking forward to working on a passion project this afternoon. #Icanseethebluerskieslikemulticoloredflowerfields

You scrolled through the comments, people saying how handsome he was, sending their coochie through the interwebs. You sighed, and liked the picture, and then posted your own comment.

I drifted off the Earth to march in your parade/Colors on me moving slowly

Bucky was waiting for your comment, ignoring all of the thirst replies and hoping that you’d respond. He replied with two perfect words.

Technicolor, girl.

Then came another slew of comments about his response and you started gaining random followers. 

Oh lord, you thought, this was going to be a lot.

You decided to get control of yourself before 4 pm. If not, you would fall right into Bucky’s arms as soon as you arrived. And that wouldn't do, would it?

45 minutes later, you stood in front of Bucky Barnes’s brownstone for a minute making sure you had composure. You did a mental check of all your systems.

Heart rate: normal.

Breathing: easy.

Panties: dry.

You were confident that you were in full control and could be professional. You paused and bit your lip as you thought of the night before Bucky had made you feel like no one else had. You shook your head to clear it.

You could do it. You could be strong. He probably wasn’t as attractive as you were making him out to be. After all, it had been a while, you were horny, and now, you were fine.

Your hormones had made him out to be more than he actually was. He wasn’t all that. The dick was only amazing because you’d been sex starved. That was it. He had no control over you.

You stood up straight, your self-talk making you confident, you reached up to knock on the door.

Bucky watched your internal struggle on his laptop. He admired the body that he felt like he knew so well after just one night. Your choice of outfit was modest, but sexy. Blue chambray shirt over slim fit black pants and tank with wedge sandals. You were covered, professional, yet comfortable. There was only one upgrade he would recommend. 

His blue chambray shirt. But all in due time.

Bucky studied your countenance and posture as you paused before you attempted to enter. The way you bit your lip made his cock shift, but he willed it down. You looked as if you were confident in your self restraint.

Perfect.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt as you knocked, once, twice, three times and when he saw you look around and lick your lips, tentatively reaching for the digital lock on the door was when he went to open it.

Your heart started beating off kilter when your knock went unanswered.

System one down.

You moistened your lips and looked up and down the street. There was no mistaking what he said last night. It was the right time. And the right place. You had the combination to the door, but you remembered what happened the last time you entered. But you screwed your courage and reached for the lock.

The lock drew away from your hand and you moved as if you were falling down Alice’s rabbit hole when Bucky opened the door.

First sensation: the sound of The Internet playing on a sound system behind him and you knew you were in trouble.

Know you wrong/But sho you right/Home alone/For the night…

Second sensation: falling in slow motion into Bucky’s arms as you tried to follow the knob.

“Oh!” 

You stumbled forward further into his chest.

“Hey!” 

Bucky chuckled as he held you fast. You two stared at each other and you forgot to breathe. Damn, he was as handsome as you thought. Even more so.

System two down.

Bucky inhaled a good whiff of your scent and smiled down at you.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.”

You looked up at him, slightly confused as you attempted to process the next sensations of Bucky’s hands on your body, the smell of him all around you, and that sexy tenor in your ears. And that smile, that face, that mouth. Your serotonin spiked. 

Bucky just continued to smile as you remembered yourself. You pulled back and straightened your clothes. 

You concentrated hard for system three to stay afloat. But then you looked back up at him. i

Damn. He was beautiful.

“You okay?”

“No.”

Your panties were not as dry as they were. You wanted to climb the man in front of you, your hormones going crazy with flashbacks of the night before.

James Buchanan Barnes had put it down and now you were addicted.

But you couldn’t just flow with that. You were a professional.

“What-”

“I mean…  no worries.”

You smiled brightly at him to cover your embarrassment.

“It was my fault, I should have waited–”

“My fault, I should have checked-”

You both spoke at the same time, and then laughed. You loved Bucky’s eye crinkles.

You cleared your throat and straightened your spine.

Bucky covered a moan in his throat with a cough. That body was his weakness. His cock thickened with thoughts of pulling you in his home and then fuck you on the hallway floor, but instead he stepped back and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

He smiled, and you blushed.

“How are you?”

Bucky ducked his head and smiled that smile at you. He looked so young.

“I’m good, Y/N. Real good. And you?”

His smile was hopeful, and full of knowing. God, you were a simp. Professional wasn’t going to work.

“I’m good, Bucky.”

You smiled at him and you two just stood there grinning.

Bucky just continued to stare at you. His smile and his nervousness was doing something to you, so you cleared your throat again. This was so not what you were expecting.

Finally, Bucky realized the awkwardness of the situation.

“Shit. I’m being rude. Come on into my office.”

You laughed again and followed him into the room, noticing his laptop. It made you grow warm.

“How did you sleep last night?” asked Bucky.

What a question.

He was closer that you thought, but farther away than you hoped. You turned around and looked at him, biting your lip and shifting on your feet.

“After a nice, hot bath, I slept like a baby.”

That eyebrow raised and made you squirm with the faint sensation of him inside you. You could still feel the effects of him.

“Hot bath, huh?” 

“Yes, with Epsom salts. I was a bit… sore. Needed another this morning.”

You lowered your eyes to your fingers which were clutching your bag, and then raised them back up to his face. That tongue snaked out and licked his bottom lip and his teeth captured it. You dragged your eyes up to his and saw the desire there. But he also looked contrite.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be.” 

You interrupted him, fighting to keep your eyes wide open while they were on his. You tried to keep your voice from cracking when you said, “I liked it.”

Bucky took a deep breath and stepped to you.

“Y/N. I want to talk to you… about ground rules. With us.”

You lowered your eyes. You just knew he was going to shut all of this flirting down. You weren’t going to beg him, you just had to suck it up. Even though this thing between you felt like crack.

Bucky tipped your chin up, the feeling of his fingers on you shooting electricity straight to your core.

“I don’t want there to be any.”

“What?”

You were confused.

“I thought last night would get it out of my system, but it only served to make me want more.”

What was he saying?

“More? More what? You want more sex?”

You were thrilled and disappointed at the same time. Bucky Barnes had you stirred up.

“Of course I do.You’re beautiful. That body, the way you feel…I’m not dead.”

Bucky stood there and his eyes raked over you with possession. And you let hIm, wanting to belong to him. That realization had you shook.

“But I want more. More than just sex. And if you just want sex, then that can’t happen. Feelings would get involved. At least for me.”

Bucky drew in a ragged breath.

“So you have to know that you are in control of this…” he moved his hand between you both, “this situation. Because I can’t trust myself to not go headlong over this cliff with you…”

Bucky’s eyes searched yours and you tried to return his honest gaze. His words were so fucking charming that you were ready to jump as well. But you had work to do.

“I get it, Bucky. Let's just take it moment by moment. Right now, I’ll behave and be a good girl.”

Bucky released a light groan and shook his head as his eyes dilated slightly.

“Please stop. Unless you want me to…”

He stopped, and you could tell that he was holding himself back by the way his jaw clenched. The knowledge that you had this power over him was heady stuff. But you decided to chill.

“Okay, you’re right, we have work to do. Now is not the time for.. more.”

You looked up at him and bit your lip.

“Definitely not.”

“Totally.”

You took a deep breath.

“Where’s the manuscript?”

Bucky’s eyes swept over you one more time, then turned to his laptop, sat down and typed for a few seconds.

“In your inbox.”

He was calmer now, and anxious for you to read his story.

You sank down into the couch and opened your bag to grab your own laptop.

You looked up at him one more time before you started to read, and when you began, you were quickly immersed in the narrative.

An hour and half later, you looked up at him, tears in your eyes.

“Bucky… I…”

“Is it any good?”

You looked at him in a totally new light. This was a different level of intimacy than just sex. This was his soul laid bare..

“Is it any good? Bucky, it’s fantastic! The honesty, the raw emotion…thank you for trusting me with this.”

Bucky gave you a sad smile and your heart twisted. You centered yourself by observing details and  realized that his tie was now off and his sleeves were rolled up. He seemed more relaxed and natural and now that you knew the full story of Bucky Barnes, he was a marvel.

You put your laptop aside and stared off into space, trying to process. Bucky watched your profile, anxious and wanting to pull you into an embrace. But you were setting the pace.

You looked back over at him after a full minute.

“Are you sure you want all of this out there? This gives insight into your most personal, devastating moments. It will give people a lot of access to things most people hold close. And it opens you up for a lot.”

You had an entirely new perspective on James Buchanan Barnes. One that went far beyond sex.

“Yes. Writing this down has helped me to heal. Publishing it will bring closure.”

Bucky stood up and poured himself a drink, and offered the brown liquor to you. You nodded and took the glass, realizing that it was probably Macallan 18.

This man had lost his wife, his whole life… you couldn’t imagine. And here you were wondering if he were playing games.

“It must have been horrifying.”

Bucky nodded and looked down into his drink. 

“At first I had no memory of what I’d done and how I’d done it. I woke up in the hospital and saw the headlines that the CEO of CapTech had been found injured and sobbing hysterically as he cradled his wife in his good arm. The most anyone knew was that Sarah was killed in a failed robbery attempt. No one knew about the kidnapping.”

You rocked back in your seat, remembering the rumors around that event. Word was that Bucky went almost insane with grief. 

You realized now that the rumor was true.

“My heart was buried in the casket with Sarah, and after everything that happened, I went into a type of hibernation, holed up in the Manhattan penthouse above our offices. Steve and Nat challenged me to get back to work a year later, telling me that they were taking up my slack.”

Bucky laughed bitterly, shook his head, and took a drink.

“It wasn’t until Sarah’s birthday two years later that I finally noticed that Sam was grieving as hard, if not harder, than I was. And I realized how selfish I’d become.”

Bucky looked at you with a pained look on his face and you shivered, feeling a fraction of the emotion he must have been feeling. You wanted to cry.

“Bucky… I’m so sorry.”

Bucky looked at you.

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. It’s alright. I’m ok now.”

“But… how?”

Bucky smiled at you.

“Well, intense therapy for one. Family therapy with Sam. Running. Running with my friends, or… with strangers I bump into.”

He gave you a smile and you smiled back, hopelessly connected to this man. 

“Another thing that has helped me immensely was meeting you and seeing the way you crafted our interview, and experiencing the response to it. I’m communicating about myself more with the public.

“Yes, I’ve noticed the response you’re getting on social media.”

Bucky just chuckled at your thirst trap shade.

“I need you to help me tell this story, Y/N. Please. Help me.”

You leaned toward him. You two gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Your story is powerful the way it is, but right now, the way it reads leaves you open to some liability for what happened to those men in that warehouse that day. I believe you that it was self defense, and defense of your wife. That was such a hard thing to live through and to write down. I have an idea on how to revise the story to keep the emotion, but protect you, and Sarah and Sam at the same time. Hear me out.”

—--

Two hours later, you’d sketched out revisions to Bucky’s memoir. You were emotionally spent. And starving. It was almost 8pm. You looked at Bucky when you were done and he read you like a book.

“I ordered Thai food 45 minutes ago when you were on a roll outlining. I hope you’re hungry.”

You sighed and smiled.

“Feed me and I will love you forever.”

You laughed at your joke, but Bucky did not.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N.”

Suddenly, the air was thick with need. 

“About that… Bucky… I want to work with you on this project. But I can’t deny that… that I am attracted to you in the worst way.”

Bucky smiled and cocked his head.

“’The worst way.’ Is it that bad? I feel like I need to apologize.”

You nodded.

“It is bad. If we need to be professional.”

Bucky looked up in the air. 

“Well. Think about last night…”

You shifted in your seat.

“I mean, we just did some pretty good work tonight. After what happened,…”

Bucky grinned

“Well. You’re not wrong…”

You grinned back at him. You just liked him so fucking much.

The tension was thick. You were about to climb onto Bucky’s lap when the doorbell rang. He looked disappointed, as if he was reading your mind again.

You stood up, drank some water and tried to get your head on straight. Bucky came back in with and you remembered your hunger for food.

When you’d eaten, Bucky had a suggestion.

“Listen, we did some good work, had some good food, but I don’t want the night to end. And it is Friday. Don’t need to get up early tomorrow.”

Bucky looked at you like a little boy again.

You raised your eyebrow at him

“What do you suggest this late that we haven’t already done today?”

Bucky grinned at you.

BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE/THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED/BUT WHEN YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND, IT AINT HARD TO TELL/ YOU DON’T KNOW OH-OH/YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!

You two were laughing through belting out the One Direction song at the top of your lungs at Upstairs Karaoke bar, not far from where you both lived.  You were both jumping around and acted like idiots, as one does when they have a proper fun time doing Karaoke.

“Omg! Bucky! That was terrible.” 

You grimaced, thinking about your singing voice. 

“I bet you’ve reconsidered this idea after that.”

Bucky just ginned and swung the mic around in a circle as the music for the next song came up.

“I can do this all night.”

I can't fight this feeling any longer…

You grinned back and joined him in singing REO Speedwagon.

——

Three hours later, at almost one am, you walked back toward Bucky’s brownstone, and your apartment. When it came time to turn in the direction of your place, you took Bucky’s hand and tugged it toward his place. You walked in silence toward his house until you spoke up again.

“I’ve been through the gauntlet of emotions today, Bucky.. I mean in the last 24 hours.”

“Hmmmm?” said Bucky.

“Yeah. Lust, uncertainty, infatuation, nervousness, sympathy, motivation to write, attraction, hunger, silliness, and just plain fun. It feels like we’ve lived a lifetime today.”

Bucky stood on his stoop and looked down into your eyes.

“I feel the same. With maybe a couple more thrown in.”

You cocked your head.

“Yeah, like what?”

“Mmmmmm. Not ready to reveal that just yet. But I do want to explore a couple that you’ve mentioned. But, like I said earlier, that’s not my call.”

“Which ones?” 

You didn’t know why you were holding your breath.

“Lust, infatuation, attraction… and hunger.”

You knew he wasn’t taling about Thai food.

“Oh.”

You tugged his hand, leading him up his own steps and put the code into his door.

“I would like to experience, more of those. And more of what you want. Bucky. Let’s drive off that cliff.”

With that, you pulled him inside.

You two kissed all the way down the hallway to his living room, where you ended up on his leather couch, pulling off your jacket and pulling the sweater he had put on over his shirtsleeves up over his head. You were feral for him.

And so, it seemed, he was for you.

“Come here, Doll.”

Bucky grabbed your neck and pulled your lips toward him as he devoured your mouth and his hand roamed your body.

“Been wanting to kiss you all night. Want to kiss your lips. I love the way they suck my tip.”

His hoarse voice in your ear did things to you, although you were confused at first until his put his hands in your leggings past your panties and used two thick fingers to part your pussy. He wasn’t talking about the lips on your face.

He used your slick to lubricate his digits and entered you, pumping a few times, watching as your head lolled back on your shoulders. He kissed your neck and cleavage as you succumbed to the pleasure. Then, he pulled his hand away and toward his mouth, earning a whine from you.

Bucky meant to just taste you, but that taste stirred something in his soul.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?”

He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on him, then rested his forehead on yours as he asked a question.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

“Let me suck your dick, Bucky.”

He pulled away from you, and looked you in the eyes.

“You’ll get anything to ask for.”

This was a different Bucky, not totally unlike the night before. Still sex on legs, but this Bucky was gentle, but still oh so sexy.

He pushed you backward until you stood up before him and he took off his shirt, and then his pants. You reached for him before he took off his underwear, pulling his waist band so that his hard cock slapped his abs. You stared down at it but didn’t touch it.

“I’ve been dreaming of this since last night, when you denied me.” 

You swiped your thumb along his tip and then sucked it, making him lick his own lips. 

“Sit down, please. Sir.”

Bucky sat, and then you kneeled in front of him on the hardwood floor. Bucky noticed and put a pillow down for you to kneel on. You smiled at him as he started stroking himself. You stared, your hand trailing song your neck and chest absentmindedly as you admired him.

“It really is a thing of beauty. Ever since I saw it the other day, I’ve been obsessed with it. How it would feel, how it would split me apart. How it would taste.”

You looked up at Bucky and it was like he’d been shot with a magazine of cupid’s arrows.

“Damn, Doll. You sure do have a way with words.”

You reached for him, grasping his shaft in one hand that looked small now, and his balls in the other.

“I’m not all talk…”

And then you leaned forward to lick a stripe on the underside of his cock, from his balls to the tip, stopping to suck the thick cap vigorously.

“Ooooh, shit… Doll. That mouth.” 

Bucky’s head was sideways, cocking his head to watch you from that angle.

You opened your mouth and took as much as you could in your mouth and relaxed your throat to let him in there. 

“Gotdamn.”

He placed his hand on your head but placed no pressure on you as you bobbed freely for his pleasure. And yours. 

You placed your hands on his tensing thighs as you came apart as a result of your mouth, and he shuddered when you released him with a pop just to grab it again and trail your tongue back down his length. You drew his balls into your mouth, one at a time as you continued to stroke him off.

Bucky was looking at you with disbelief. He was putty in your hands. He leaned forward to kiss your sloppy face.

“I want to be inside you, wanna make love to you. Take off those clothes.”

He spoke to you softly, yet with a command your body remembered. You stood up slowly and tried to gracefully shed your garments as he stroked himself and looked up at you like you were the moon.

“So beautiful.” 

Bucky reached out and made grabby hands for you as you stood naked before him.

”C’mere. Climb on. Let me in again.”

He continued to stare up at you, kissing your sternum and each breast as your thighs trembled on either side of his as you slid down over his mushroom cap.

“Buckyyyyyy.”

The feeling of him splitting you open caused a delicious pain, the soreness from the night before still evident. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to his size. 

And you didn’t want to.

“Fuck me baby doll. Fuck me good. Fuck your self on this dick.”

Bucky slipped his hand between you two and started circling your clit in tight little circles.

“Oh my god Bucky!  I can’t. Can’t breathe, can't concentrate…”

Your mind was mush as Bucky drove you toward your peak and up over the edge.

“Shhhh…”

Bucky leaned down to lick your nipple and suck briefly, teasing each breast in turn to work you up even more.

“Don’t think. Just feel. Release all thoughts. Cum for me.”

“Jeeeeeezzzzzzuzzzzzz!”

You came ferociously, clenching around Bucky and causing him to pulse inside you.

“Thaaat’s a good girl.” 

He did not let up on your clit and drew your pleasure out until you were a complete mess on his lap.

Bucky licked a stripe up the middle of you, from your belly button to your cheek as you lay back in is arms, cock drunk, and still impaled on his very stiff dick. 

“You tastes so fucking good, Doll. Tasted you in my dreams last night.”

You your surprise, he stood up, holding you and turned around to place you on the couch. The fine leather stuck to your sweaty skin, but you didn’t care.

“I don’t want to service you anymore.”

Bucky started pumping and telling you how he felt. All you could do was moan in response.

“Want to make love to you.”

He watched your fucked out face and started stroking more insistently.

“Of course, if you were mine, I’d service you anytime you needed it. Give you everything your heart, mind, pussy, body could want…”

“Yes, Bucky… yessssss.”

You were blissed out, hearing and feeling all the sensations you wanted at the moment.

“What are you doing to me doll?”

Bucky’s eyes moved from where you two were connected to your face.

“So beautiful…”

He grabbed your hand from where it was resting on his abs, picked it up, and brought it to his mouth, kissing your palm. Your back arched at the added sensation of his lips on your hand and the long fingers on his other hand grabbed your hip as he continued.

Bucky’s ice blue eyes were watching you as yours closed in ecstasy.

“Yes.” 

He started moving your hip, long fingers digging in and sure to leave a bruise.

“You like this? Like how I’m giving it to you? You deserve it. Such a good girl.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” 

You started moving, loving the feel of the wiry hairs at the base of his cock against your clit.

“Feels so good. Feels like this dick is mine.”

Bucky’s eyes were focused on yours now. He held your stare, which bloomed new warmth in your belly.

“You want it to be yours?”

You didn't answer, just bit your lip and nodded.

Bucky’s hand snaked up behind you and grabbed the hair at your nape, causing your neck to bend and your body to arch backward.

He admired your form and the way your breasts moved as you did. You could feel him swell impossibly more than he already was.

“I’m trying to be gentle. Sweet and slow.  Like a good girl should be fucked .But you just make me want to… make me wanna fuck you. Like…”

Bucky groaned and squeezed your hip.

“Take it, Bucky. It’s yours.This pussy is alll yours.”

You rotated your hips so as to feel all of him, and which caused him to spurt a little inside you.

“You trying to make you cum inside you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You moaned as Bucky’s hand came around and grasped your throat skillfully. His other hand grows and pinched your nipples, causing your hips to move wildly.

“There’s my bad girl. Damn. I think I…..”

“Y-yes Sir?”

Bucky almost let it slip.

“I think I wanna cum inside.”

He leaned down to whisper into your ear. That voice making you clench harder around him.

“Would you like that?  Hot load of cum in your tight little snatch?”

“Oh, ohhhh shittt. Yes!”

“So fucking pretty when you’re needy, Doll.”

The combination of filth and praise sent your over the edge and you detonated around him, causing Bucky to hike your knee over his elbow and start chasing his own end.

“I can’t… No. I won’t deny myself any longer. I want this. I want you and I’m gonna. Shit can I? Can I please cum inside?”

Bucky begging got you hot and bothered again. You nodded vigorously.

“Please, I want it too!”

“Circle that clit for me. Circlie it. Cum again for me just one… fuck, just once moreeeee!”

Bucky came inside you with a shout, shooting hot ropes of cum onto your cervix. You came when you felt that and as Bucky pumped like a jackrabbit inside you.

“Holy shit.”

He chuckled in your ear.

You curled yourself around Bucky and gladly accepted his weight for a few minutes. Then, he lifted himself off of you and knelt on the floor.

“Was that?  Was that okay? Did you really want this?”

Bucky looked so earnest. You nodded.

“Yes Bucky. And I want more.”

You bit your lip as he smiled down at you.

“Wanna spend the night?”

You shook your head.

“No.”

Bucky’s smile dropped. You put your hand on his cheek..

“It’s practically morning. I’ll sleep over and let you feed me breakfast later. And then we’ll talk about spending the night.”

“Anything that’ll make you smile, Doll.”

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She Gets the Last Word Part 3

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You're going to learn one way or another not to mess with the First Lady

Synopsis: An Instagram live featuring Anitta was the absolute last straw when she mentioned the First Lady. She catches wind of it and realizes that there is truly only one way to settle this

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Slight NSFW 18+

Requested by my baby @hoodharlow​ 😘🥰

Read part 1 and part 2 first

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“Baby?” You said to Jack in order to get his attention. The both of you were laying down with Jack lying on top of your chest.

“Yes mamas?”

“I’m thirsty so I’m going downstairs. Do you want anything?”

“You.”

“Jackman! I meant to eat or drink!”

“Uh yeah, my wife.”

“I can’t with you. Baby, move over so I can get up.”

“No.”

“I’ll be right back!”

“You have thirty seconds starting now.”

“Jack, it’s going to take at least thirty seconds to get your ass off of me.”

“Not you fat shaming me.” Jack said while looking down at you from his rightful spot on top of your boobs. 

“No one even said that so stop being dramatic. I’ll be right back.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you go.”

“Fine.” You leaned down to plant multiple kisses on your husband and when he was satisfied, he finally rolled off of you so you could get up.

“I’m already missing you! Don’t take too long!”

“I promise I won’t, it’ll be less than five minutes..”

While you were downstairs, Jack suddenly got a notification on his instagram saying that Anitta went live and he had been mentioned. He immediately rolled his eyes and wasn’t going to bother clicking on it since he knew that this was dangerous territory from previous experiences. You had almost fought her at least two times before and he was trying for there not to be a third time. 

And once he did, he immediately regretted it.

“Shoutout to Donatella Versace for custom-making this outfit, and shoutout to Jack Harlow 'cause he's gonna be taking it off of me tonight, I need everyone to make sure that his bitch of a wife is occupied while he does.”

Oh, fuck. 

Not wanting for you to find out, Jack quickly left the live, and simply threw his phone to the side and waited for you to come back.

He was trying to do something to occupy himself and keep his composure before you came back so that you wouldn’t notice that anything was wrong.

Two minutes later you came back and noticed that Jack was looking a little nervous which left you confused.

“Smush? You okay?” You asked concerned and brushed one of your hands through his curls as you settled back down beside him.

“I’m fine, baby girl.”

“Then why do you look so nervous? Did something happen in the two minutes I was gone?” You asked while laughing wondering what possibly could have occurred. 

“Nope.”

“I’ll get it out of you sooner or later. I always do.”

“It’s nothing mamas.”

“Don’t you think I know when you aren’t telling me the truth by now? We’ve been together for almost ten years.”

“I just… I don’t want you to worry about it. Let’s just finish watching the movie.”

“Jack, you don’t want me to worry about what exactly?”

“Baby girl, it’s nothing. I promise.”

“If it wasn’t nothing, you wouldn’t be this nervous to tell me. Baby, come on. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it and deal with it like we always do.” You said while leaning over to kiss his cheek. 

Just then your phone went off signaling an incoming facetime call from your best friend Saweetie and you immediately answered.

Now Jack knew he was in for it because he had a good feeling as to why she was calling you.

“Hey! What’s going on?” You answered with a smile. It had been about two days since the last time you two had a facetime call. But, being best friends you made sure to text each other every day.

“BITCHHHHHHHHHHH!!! DID YOU FUCKING SEE ANITTA’S LIVE?!”

“What? Girl, why would I watch that? I could care less about her.”

“Baby, you about to care about this. She said and I quote “Shoutout to Donatella Versace for custom-making this outfit, and shoutout to Jack Harlow 'cause he's gonna be taking it off of me tonight, I need everyone to make sure that his bitch of a wife is occupied while he does.”

You were quiet for a few minutes trying to take in what Saweetie had just told you.

Oh, so she was really asking for it now

“I’m sorry, what? Come again?”

Jack knew he was done for. 

“And she and her fans were tagging Jack during the entire thing! He didn’t say anything to you?! I think they were saying he logged on at one point but didn’t say anything.She was eating that shit right up when her fans started bashing you.”

Jack was now trying to make an escape out of the bedroom, but you quickly caught him out of the corner of your eye. 

“Jackman Thomas stop right there and get your ass back here. Di, let me call you back.”

“Oh shit, don’t kill your husband.”

“No promises.”

Once you hung up, you threw your phone to the side and crossed your arms while looking up at your husband.

“Pookie?”

“Yes?” Jack answered while rubbing the back of his neck indicating his nervousness.

“Did you log onto her live and not tell me?”

“Umm?”

“Did you hear her say that?”

“Kinda sorta.”

“JACKMAN EITHER YOU DID OR YOU DIDN’T. SO WHICH ONE IS IT?”

“I heard it, but baby I didn’t mention it because she’s not important!”

“Oh, so this is why you were acting all nervous and shit when I came back, huh?”

“Y/N, let it go, please. You know that she is nothing compared to you. I love you and that’s it. That’s all. End of story.”

“Nuh uh. I told that bitch that she had one more time and this is strike three. Imma kick her ass now.”

“BABY!”

“No! She’s asking for it and she doesn’t know when to quit.”

“This is exactly what she wants! She wants to get a reaction out of you.”

“Well she fucking got it. I can’t believe you weren’t even going to say anything to me.”

“Babe….”

“Admit it. You weren’t. Saweetie had to be the one to tell me and not the person that I’m married to. Do you not see anything wrong with that picture?”

“I thought because she’s not important that it wouldn’t matter.”

“Well you thought wrong.”

“Come here, stink.” Jack sat down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap and kissed your forehead.

“What?” You asked while crossing your arms.

“First of all, lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you. Second, I love you. You know that right?”

“I know, I love you too." You muttered back while trying to look anywhere and everywhere except your husband's eyes.

“You know you’re the only one for me, right?”

“Yes, but you’re mine and I can’t understand why people want to be so disrespectful of that.”

“I agree baby. But you are literally the only person to ever make my heart skip a beat and have butterflies and shit. No one else will ever come close.”

“Stop smush!” You exclaimed while hiding in the crook of his neck.

“I’m serious!” Jack moved you to the side so that he could lift your chin in order to be able to face him. 

“I know you are. I just…. It’s hard to see people talk about your husband and be disrespectful. It’s like we’re married so she needs to back off. If she doesn’t want to be single so bad, she needs to get a boyfriend.”

“I know and the best thing we can do is to ignore it.”

“But!” Jack immediately cut you off with a kiss. 

“Baby, promise me.”

"I'm from the southside of Atlanta and you know good and damn well that I don't play that shit. Someone needs to put that bitch down."

"Y/N, I'm serious."

"I know shit is serious when you're calling me by my first name."

"I'm going to need for you to do better. All of this fighting shit needs to stop. We're trying to build our future and we need to focus on that and not you kicking someone's ass on a weekly basis."

"But…"

"I don't care if they deserve it either. I need you to promise me and once again lose the damn attitude."

“I promise.” you replied and Jack leaned down to kiss you once more. 

Not being satisfied with your tone of voice, Jack then eyed you and made a face.

"Lay down. Now.”

"Or what?"

"One of these days Mrs. Harlow is going to learn to stop testing me and getting an attitude." Jack replied while reaching under your shirt and massaging your left breast which resulted in a soft moan erupting from you.

"I.. don't have..  an attitude." You replied between breaths as Jack began to place soft kisses on the side of your neck that was facing him before replacing his mouth with his hand slightly choking you making you whimper.

"You sure about that?" Jack asked while slipping your shirt over your head and making the motion to slide you off of his lap and lay you down.

You stayed quiet as Jack then removed your shorts leaving you completely bare in front of him.

"I asked you a question, baby." You heard him say as he reached down to massage small circles on your clit making you whimper.

"I'm sure." 

"Well I beg to differ. Keep them legs spread."

You, Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole decided to do a small get together and the four of you decided to go to dinner and go bowling afterwards since Jack was currently in New York and you could use the company and the distraction from the instagram live that had taken place.

All of you were in Atlanta, and Nicole wasn't taking any summer classes so you invited her to come along.

You admit that you weren't very good at bowling. None of you were, however, it was still fun nonetheless.

It was your turn when you heard the familiar voice of the one person who you couldn't stand.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You actually let your husband go somewhere by himself?"

Anitta.

You were doing your best to ignore her and focused on the pins that were staring back at you at the end of the lane to knock as many down as possible.

"No this bitch didn't." You heard Saweetie say from behind you.

"She needs to take her ass on somewhere."

"I know you heard me, little girl."

You tossed the ball down the lane before turning to the left to look at her. 

"I'm going to need for you to stay over there and mind your own business."

"Or what? Is Mrs. Harlow going to beat my ass? I'd like to see you try. Don't like being called little girl huh?"

"Oh shit, her hoe ass is asking for it now." Danielle added while looking over at her.

"Keep in mind, my husband isn't here to hold me back so watch your mouth."

"You would've thought that she learned from the last two times." Nicole muttered while rolling her eyes.

Danielle then stepped in front of you to peer up at Anitta since she was shorter than her as well.

"Walk away. You don't want to go there with her."

"Aw! How cute! Big sister has to step in and fight your battles for you."

"Not at all. She can defend herself just fine. However, if you step towards my little sister, you're going to have to deal with me too."

"I'm not scared of you or her little self for that matter."

"Famous last words." Nicole said while shaking her head. 

"Anitta, I have given you multiple opportunities to walk away and yet you're still over here in my face."

"Hmm oh how did you like my Instagram live? Can't wait until Jack can take a dress off me."

All you saw was red.

You reached past Danielle and lunged at her making her fall backwards and slide under one of the many chairs that was set up near the lane she was bowling in.

"Get off of me you crazy bitch!"

"Oh! I got your crazy bitch alright!" You said while landing another punch as she was trying her best to push you off of her.

Just then Nicole noticed one of Anitta's friends trying to come up behind you to attempt to throw a punch at you and she immediately stepped in.

"Don't you fucking touch my cousin, bitch!"

Two more of Anitta's friends came over to attempt to defend her and that was when Danielle as well as Saweetie stepped in.

“Bitch if you make me break a nail I swear!”

“See, yall talked all that shit and can’t even fight!”

“We from the southside of Atlanta and we don’t play that shit.”

At one point, you were now standing and grabbed Anitta by her hair as she was kicking and screaming and threw her down one of the bowling alley lanes actually knocking down the pins.

"Now that's what I call a strike." You said aloud and could hear Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole laughing.

You looked down at your right hand to see that one of your nails had broken and you rolled your eyes.

"Your dumbass made me break a nail."

All you could hear was Anitta moaning as you squatted down to face her.

She was bleeding from only God knew where and you didn't feel bad for her one bit.

She got what was coming to her and she was asking for it for almost eight months.

"I warned your bitch ass to stay away from me and my man. Now look what happened. I don’t know why your ass is up here crying. Maybe next time you'll actually listen to directions and stay the fuck away. And hire a new hairdresser. Those tracks came out a little too easily. I always get the last word." You state while tossing the loose track in her face. 

Just then you heard sirens outside and looked at your older sister with wide eyes.

"Go out the back go go! I'll get our purses." You heard Saweetie say as you slipped off your heels in an attempt to be able to get your car faster. 

Once the four of you were safely in your car, the realization of what had just happened was finally starting to set in.

"Finally! That bitch deserved it!" Nicole exclaimed while checking to make sure that she didn't break any nails.

"She did but…"

"But what, Y/N?"

"Jack is going to be so mad at me."

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Meanwhile Jack was in New York currently looking at a necklace that he got for you. It had his initial J on it and it was in rose gold. He couldn’t wait to be able to give it to you when he flew back to Atlanta in the next three days.

Just then Urban shoved his phone into Jack’s face to show him something on his timeline on instagram. 

“Watch this! Watch how this girl literally threw the other one down the lane in the bowling alley!”

Jack took Urban’s phone and was watching the fight unfold from the beginning. 

“Got damn, did she tear her tracks out?!”

“And she’s so much smaller in comparison to the other girl, but she kicked her ass. I wonder what started the whole thing.”

“Who knows?”

“How much do you wanna bet it was probably over a guy?” 

“Probably was. Do you think Y/N will like this?” Jack asked, showing Urban the necklace.

“If it has anything to do with you, you know that she’ll love it.”

Just then Jack had an incoming facetime call from you.

“And look at that, you talked her up.” Urban said while walking out of the room.

“Hey my baby!”

“Hey babe! How are you?”

“I’m good, you surviving without me?” Jack asked and you simply shrugged.

“I’m doing the best that I can, but I mean the girls can only keep me entertained for so long.”

“EW! SPARE US THE DETAILS!” Jack heard Nicole yell and all he did was laugh.

“Well it won’t be too much longer and I’ll be back. And what are you still doing up?”

“You already know that I can’t go to sleep unless I talk to you first.”

“I know.”

Just then you moved your hand in front of the camera and Jack caught sight of your broken nail.

“Baby!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I just got your nails done before I left and you broke one already?”

“Oh, you know me. Just a little clumsy at times. I’ll call her to get it fixed tomorrow.”

“You okay, mamas?” Jack asked while eyeing you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something wasn’t right.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know…. You just seem a little off. I just want to make sure my baby is good.”

“I promise I am. I’m about to go to sleep so I love you and can’t wait to see you on Friday.”

“Love you too, baby girl.”

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theshaderoom: yall remember that video we posted the other day with two girls fighting in the bowling alley in Atlanta? we have officially gotten word that it was none other than Y/N the First Lady of Private Garden and Anitta!! Eye witness accounts state that Anitta went up to Y/N first, however it is believed that the First Lady threw the first punch! We’ll be sharing details as we learn more!

jackharlowsource: oh shit does jackharlow know his wife is still out in these streets fighting? 

normani: YESS MY BABY BEAT HER ASS! SHE DESERVED IT!

druski2funny: y/ninsta THREW HER DOWN THE DAMN LANE!!!! jackharlow GET YOUR WIFE LMAOOOO

lilnasx: all I saw were tracks flying lmaoooo wheww anitta you should have known better girl! y/n don’t play about her man! strike three!

sza: I AM SCREAMINGGGGGGGG

jackandy/naremyparents: come on y/ninsta we love you, but how much longer are you going to keep fighting people for?

thestallion: wait one damn minute, I spy saweetie, mortirolo, and danivalentine 😭😭😭

urbanjack24: did yall notice how all of them are staying quiet as hell? lmaooo but anitta deserved it. y/ninsta kept warning her

druski2funny: anitta how them floorboards taste? you shoulda known better than to play with my girl!

lilnasx: WAIT A MINUTE! I AIN’T KNOW mortirolo HAD HANDS LIKE THAT!

softtcurse: so sad I missed this in person. y/ninsta I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself and kicking that bitch’s ass

urbanwyatt: YASMIN!

softtcurse: urbanwyatt what? what I say?

jackharlowsource: DJ drama is going to end up dropping her ass if she keeps this up. Jack has the patience of a saint but he deserves better from his wife. this makes all of privategarden look bad

Jack was in disbelief as he scrolled through the multiple comments and the tags of the most recent post on the shade room.

All of PG was with him and no one was uttering a word, not knowing if it was safe to do so or not. Jack’s jaw was clenched and the famous neck vein was sticking out.

“Umm, Jack?”

He didn’t even bother responding. 

“Look I know you didn’t want her fighting but the girl deserved it.” Shloob said while passing his blunt to Urban who had a look of disbelief on his face.

“And she didn’t say anything to you?”

“Nope, and she had called me that night and acted as if nothing was wrong.”

Jack was then trying to call you, but it would go to voicemail every single time.

“She has to know that you know. I have never seen a time when she didn’t answer a call or a text from you.”

Jack then sent a text to Neelam who he knew already was aware of what you had done.

Jack- I need to get on a flight to Atlanta in the next hour

Neelam- You still have some things to do first

Jack- It can wait. I need to go and talk to my wife

Neelam- Just call her

Jack- Nah, this needs to be said in person

Jack had then landed in enough time in order to get to your show and was going to confront you before you went on stage. He couldn’t wait until after.

All he could see was red and couldn’t believe that you would keep something like this from him.

Once he got to the arena, Brandi was the first one to spot him and was trying her best to calm him down before he went to see you.

“Jack, I know you’re mad...”

“With all due respect Brandi, you don’t know a got damn thing right now. Where is my wife?”

Brandi simply pointed in the direction of your dressing room and Jack was soon in the doorway. He peeked in to see you, Julissa, Danielle, Saweetie, and Nicole and made a note to get on them later for letting you fight and not pulling you away.

Nicole was the first to spot him. 

“Oh, shit.” You heard her mutter and turned to see that you were now face to face with a pissed off husband.  

“Everybody, out now. I need to talk to my wife.”

Everyone filed out of the room and you were actually legit scared of what was about to happen.

“Y/N….”

“Yeah, pookie?”

“Cut the fucking shit right now. So you decide to fight her even though I told you to let it go? And end up on TMZ and The Shade Room? Oh, and not answering your phone when I called you? You knew what the hell you did and you weren’t even about to tell me?”

“Babe…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me because I’m not done. Do you… do you not realize how that makes you look? How it makes all of PG look? You’re better than that, at least I thought you were. You get mad when I keep shit from you but you turn around and do the exact same thing.”

“Wait…”

“I’m not waiting for a got damn thing. You promised me that you would stop doing this shit and I turn around and here we are again? Why are you even crying? Your tears really aren’t doing anything for you right now so stop. I am so disappointed in you, I can’t even begin to explain how much. So, this is the type of example you want to set for our kids? Because you know they’re going to see this one day, right?”

“That is not fair and you know it! I was defending myself because she legit started it. I was going to ignore her, but she kept going!”

“And I’m about to get on Saweetie, Danielle, and Nicole for just letting it happen.”

“Don’t blame them.”

“How can I not? They were with you weren’t they?”

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Nah, sorry is not cutting it. I am so tired of you pulling this shit.”

“I…”

“You cannot always fight your battles with your actual fists all the damn time, you’re an adult so you need to act like one. We aren’t in high school anymore.”

You were sitting there quiet because for once you were at a loss for words.

“Like Y/N, you promised me and what? You forgot and that shit went out the window?”

You remained quiet and didn’t offer a response.

“So, you don’t have anything to say now?”

“I said I was sorry, smush.” You tried to come closer to Jack to embrace him, but he immediately backed up.

That definitely stung.

“You can be sorry all you want, but it won’t mean anything if you don’t do better.”

Without another word, Jack left out of your dressing room and you were left to sit there and reflect on everything that had happened in the past week. The tears wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. 

He then cornered Saweetie, Danielle, and Nicole in the hallway and they knew that they were about to be in for it.

“So, yall just let her fight her huh?”

“Jack…”

“No, I told yall to keep an eye on her and keep her company, not have her fight and the three of you jump in too! You didn’t even try to stop her!”

“In our defense, Anitta did start talking shit first.”

“Okay? Ignore that shit. All three of you are too old to be acting like that and that is the exact same thing that I told her.”

“We had to defend her!”

“Yall trying to justify what you need is not going to fly with me. And Danielle you’re the oldest so I kind of expected more from you. That’s your little sister yes but come on.”

“Jack if you would have heard how she was talking to Y/N...” Danielle started to say but was immediately cut off. 

“I’m done talking about this, I just…. The four of yall are dead wrong.”

“Wait, Jack where are you going?”

“Tell her I’ll see her at home, I’m too pissed off right now.”

It had been two weeks since everything went down and it was safe to say that Jack was barely speaking to you.

You couldn’t blame him, however, one thing that you’re always going to do is defend yourself.

There was so much tension in the house and Urban was doing his best to keep the peace, but it didn’t seem like anything was working.

You had made one of Jack’s favorite desserts as a peace offering and he didn’t even touch it.

2fo ended up eating it. 

Wanting for this to be over with, you went upstairs to your shared bedroom to confront him.

Jack was scrolling on his phone and didn’t even make a point to look at you when you walked into the room which has never been the case. 

“Baby?”

“What?” Jack answered you but still didn’t take his eyes off of his phone. 

“Are you still mad?”

“Not as much as I was before but yes.. Did you need something?”

“I… I really am sorry.”

“You know how you can prove to me that you are?”

“What’s that?”

“You seriously need to go to therapy and anger management.”

“Oh…”

“Were you expecting me to say something else?”

“I really didn’t know what to expect.” You replied being completely honest. 

“Seriously, you need to do it because I don’t feel comfortable bringing a child into this situation.”

“Jack…”

“No, I'm not budging on this. I’m not having you walk around here mad and angry at the world because someone decided to say something about one of us with you carrying our child. They can sense that shit. And you aren’t about to put yourself or our child at risk. You know how your anger is.”

You sighed before replying to him knowing that he was right. 

“I guess that makes sense. I promise I’ll go.”

“Don’t promise me anything, show me. You promised me that you wouldn’t fight her and look how that turned out.”

“I’ll try my best to do better.”

Just then you got a text on your phone from Brandi.

Brandi- Y/N, I don’t want you to panic but....

You- Out with it Brandi

Brandi- I’m pretty sure that Anitta is going to press charges

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Blackpink reaction to their s/o calling them by their full name [repost]

Anonymous asked:

Hii, i don't know if your request are open, but could you please do a Blackpink reaction to their s/o calling them by their full name

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Blackpink reaction to their s/o calling them by their full name

Jisoo

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Jisoo was a busy person. You knew that. She had many responsibilities to uphold as an idol and you didn't hold anything against her for that. On her rest days, she used them to the fullest for what they were for. Rest.

Originally you didn't see the problem to being there to pamper her whenever she stayed at home but after today, you realized it's gotten too far.

She came home with the expectation that everything's already going to be done for her. And when you had finally came back home after an exhausting day, you couldn't help but wonder why the clothes were still on the floor and the dishes still dirty.

"Jisoo?"

"Hm?"

You hung your coat on the rack, "What's up with the clothes on the floor and the dirty dishes?"

She shrugged, "I thought you were going to do it."

You gave her a quizzical look, "But… I've been gone the whole day. You've been home longer than me."

"You can clean it now." She responded plainly.

"What?" You scoffed, "It's not my mess to clean."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it means." You sighed, "The clothes on the floor are yours. Not mine. The dirty dishes are from you. I haven't been home all day."

"Clean it. I'm tired from work all week."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing from her. It was so out of character for her and yet she didn't seem like she was joking. You thought today would be a relaxing day with your girlfriend but your mood couldn't have gotten even worse. You weren't going to just take that.

"Kim Jisoo!" The name coming out of your mouth scaring her equally as much as your tone. "I do the things I do for you out of love but I'm not going to sit here and slave around because you told me to! I choose to do those things for you, not because I have to! I will walk right out that door if you treat me like this again! Do you understand?"

She looked at you in disbelief as she nodded quickly. You had never shouted so loudly before, let alone use her full name. But all she knew was that threat to leave was a hundred percent real. She knew she wasn't going to let that happen again.

Jennie

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"Jennie!"

"What's wrong?"

You hung her phone in front of her between your fingers, "What's this?"

"What's what?" She asked unsure.

"Your phone background."

Quickly realizing what you were talking about, her nervousness disappeared as she tried to stifle a laugh seeing how angry you were. The background in question was of a photo from one of the many photos she had taken of you napping. But this one was different. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that your reputation amongst your friends would go down the drain if it ever got out.

"Jennie can you delete them please?"

"But why? They're so good!" She exclaimed as she took the phone out of your hands, giggling at the background.

"Because it's insanely embarrassing!"

"So? Only I get to see it!" She stuck her tongue out as she ran up the stairs. Before she could reach the top of the steps, she heard you shout.

"Jennie Kim!"

Your sudden outburst made her jump out of her skin, almost dropping the phone in her hands. You never said her full name. Worried, she slowly turned back and saw you holding up your own phone.

"Jennie. If you don't delete that and probably the ten other photos you have, I will leak all of your drunk texts to me to the girls and I mean all of them.

"You... You wouldn't dare."

"You think I won't? Watch." You turned on your phone and began typing, "Do you remember what you said because I clearly do."

As you said that you heard frantic small steps coming towards you and saw a hand cover your screen. You looked up at her as she quickly nodded and took the phone out of your hands.

"I promise, I will... Just please don't do that... Or ever use my full name again. It's terrifying."

Rosé

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With the new comeback and a tour scheduled in the upcoming months, she had to come up with something. Laying in bed with you very early in the morning, she had her small notebook on her lap and pen in hand.

"Hard to love... Find it hard to trust... Maybe another line here...?"

You turned in your sleep from the noise and opened your eyes slightly. "Hey... Chae, can you be a little quieter?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry. I'll be quiet, promise."

You mumbled a quick thanks and turned back in your blanket. She knew you had an exhausting day so she did just that. She gave you a quick kiss on the head and looked back to her book but sadly it didn't last long. With her mind solely focusing on the music, she began humming melodies and singing lightly making you grumble and cover your ears.

With her voice overpowering your small protests, she thought she could get away with being a little louder. You didn't hate her singing. Normally you adored it but you seriously needed some well deserved rest. Your small attempts of trying to grab her attention were going unoticed but you needed to get her attention somehow. As she got louder, you were being pushed to your limit. Eventually, you snapped.

"Park Chaeyoung! Please! I'm just trying to get some sleep!"

She let out a small squeal as you shouted. The volume scaring the living daylights out of her.

You had meant that as some sort of warning but she sure didn't take it the way you intended. Initially she was nervous of how you used her full name but it faded shortly after. She was more overwhelmed by how her name sounded coming from your deep voice so early in the morning. It made her feel things that she didn't know she could ever feel. She fully faced you as she closed her book and put her pen down, face flushed with red.

"Hey... I know you want me to be quiet-and I promise I will but can you say my name one more time?"

Lisa

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GIF by prkchaeyoung

Lisa was just generally a touchy person and you were fine with it but this... this was crossing the line. You didn't even want to come to the company event but she convinced you to come here. And yet she's right in front of you dancing with another woman after being asked to. You knew it was best to get along with your coworkers but with how she was doing it, you weren't sure.

Their dancing seemed a lot more sensual than it should've been. Hands on each other's hips, swaying just that much more.

After noticing the interactions between the two, you knew you had to do something. You tried calling her names an amount of times to no avail.

"Lisa."

You tried again.

"Lisa!"

She kept dancing. You sighed and cleared your throat, not caring who would hear you.

"Lalisa Manoban! I swear to god if you keep dancing with that girl, we're over!"

As soon as you called her full name, her head shot up and looked around the now silent dance floor. Once she finally saw you, you had your arms crossed and with a look in your eyes that could kill. She quickly excused herself from the girl and ran over to you, feeling tiny under your gaze.

Needless to say, she has never done it again after that.

[basilly]

step 6: no hand to hold because you messed up, big time

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↬ pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

↬ genre: friends to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff

↬ summary: y/n always kept their hands busy to calm their nerves. but after an unfortunate misplacement of their fidget cube leads to george lending them a hand . . . quite literally

↬ warnings: swearing, light angst, slow burn, stupidity

↬ note: welcome to angsty but not so angsty ch because im bad at angst

↬ not edited

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the week was quiet, wayyy too quiet for george's liking. the entire time he had wallowed in his guilt. days felt like ticking time bombs, waiting for him to explode and scream at himself in the mirror at his empty phone. usually, you would text him little tidbits of your day or interesting things you saw, but now they were gone. a blank screen on his phone showed every time he checked, anxiously waiting for something. his heart ached for the simple texts, but he knew he had royally screwed up.

head against his desk, he listened to dream and sapnap argue over what tv show was better. not that he cared that much anyway.

"dude, the bachelor isn't THAT bad-" "no, the bachelor fucking sucks- i'd rather watch some good anime." "george, tell sapnap he's wrong." "don't take sides with your 'boyfriend' george, tell him anime is better." "i don't know-"

dream and sapnap went silent fast. george had been acting funny, barely responding to their conversations and tidbits like usual. his voice was also muffled, seemingly tired.

"you good dude?"

george bit his lip, realizing this was the first time he had actually evaluated how he was and it was all due to sapnap.

"no- i mean- i don't know, it's weird." "okay. . . do you want to tell us?"

george muttered nonsense for a bit, mentally debating whether or not to tell them. however after dream pulled whatever he did with his exposed secret, he couldn't exactly trust them.

"no- no it's fine." "alright."

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still stuck in his odd mood, george scrolled through tiktok, trying to fill the boredom. the dread in his stomach pooled, growing more nd more anxious as the minutes passed. you were supposed to come over tonight for movie night once again. however, without any texts at all, he wasn't even sure you were going to show.

shutting off his phone, he let out a tired sigh, resting the phone against his chest. laying with his back on his bed, he brought his hand up, peering at it as he flexed his fingers.

it hadn't been that long since he laid in the same spot, heart and cheeks growing warm at the thought of you clasping your hand over his. now he laid here in shame and guilt, unsure how to fix this situation. his heart now ached and slowly was chipping away instead of warming- and ice cold and lonely without your touch.

a small ding of the cellular device caused him to jump up, frantically opening up his phone.

y/n:

hey george i dont think i can make it tonight, feeling under the weather :/

his nimble fingers shook lightly as he typed back a response. he knew this was coming- but his heart strings felt like they were being torn off.

george:

thats fine- get some rest

next time we can watch two movies

what the hell- what did i do. . .

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"hey dream."

you had rung dream up, bored of your now free friday night.

"hi- wait a minute, isn't it friday? i thought you and george have movie night tonight." "we wereeee, but-" "but? trouble in paradise? a lover's quarrel?"

you groaned. you wanted an escape from the george conversation but you should've known it was inevitable. after all you did call up george's best friend.

"dream!" "kidding, kidding- but what's up?"

pulling the blanket tighter around you, you sigh into the mic. blankly staring at the screen, you weren't even sure how to phrase it.

"i. . . don't know? i think i did something. all of a sudden it got really awkward between us." "really? i doubt it's that bad." "it is. he won't even look me in the eye or sit next to me!"

besides dream's clicking, you heard a door creak open.

"hey sapnap- y/n's on vc by the way." "hey y/n!" "he can't hear me- but hiii." "y/n says hi." "back to what we were saying-" "actually, sapnap can back me up on this- but george was acting weird since last week." "really?"

you perked up slightly, interested in what he had to say. sapnap's voice could barely be heard, but intelligible enough for you to get the gist.

"george was WEIRD." "yea- he's been weird ever since i mentioned on stream that he hated when people held his hand."

you pondered in your head, the corners of your lips turning down slightly into a frown. as much as you wanted to ask more, your phone rang.

"hmm ok. thanks guys but i have to get going. don't let george know about this. i think i made him uncomfortable so i let him know i was feeling under the weather." "secret's safe with me."

the sound of the call ending rang through dream's headphones, signaling him to take them off and take a break. sapnap continued to tweet from his phone, scrolling through his timeline.

"y/n has a point- i wonder why george was acting weird." "dream you're an actual idiot. they like each other." "they WHAT-"

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[christowhore]

Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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[mingis-lightbulb]

You and I

(Yandere! Jung Wooyoung x Reader)

Highschool AU

Plot: You didn’t see what he saw in you. He saw everything in you, his future, his legacy, and he wanted you to be his everything and you were going to be his everything.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: soft yandere behavior, bullying, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, NSFW content ahead, Dom! Wooyoung, Sub! Reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it hunny buns), biting/marking, dirty talk, daddy kink, choking(slightly mentioned). (Let me know if I missed anything!)

A/n: I hope you guys enjoy my fanfic, this fic spawned from a conversation after watching Woo’s Artist of the month. Anyways! This is my first smut fic so..hope ya like it!

(This is a repost from Joongsprincess!)

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Highschool sucked.

(Y/n) hated it more than most people hated pineapple on pizza. It was not because she wasn’t a part of the popular click, not at all, she was content with just being a Senior that other students just so happened to know. It was the fact that to popular kids loved to mess with her. They loved to pick on her and bother her when she just wanted to drink her coffee and cram last minute notes for her tests.

She could not catch a break.

The leader of said pack of girls was name Stephanie, but everyone called her Steph. She was your stereotypical blonde bombshell that everyone loves, She had tons of friends and had tons and tons of boyfriends to match.

She loved to tease and bully (Y/n) about being single to which (y/n) replies with “I’ll rather be single that swap spit with someone who’s touched your contaminated ass”. The comment would usually lead to a yelling match which would be broken up by a teacher. The two could not risk being suspended; they were in the final days of their senior year and could not afford to get in trouble.

The teachers do not do anything because they are just as ready for this school year to be over. So most students just tried to steer clear of the two.

Except one.

Jung Wooyoung was his name, the schools star track runner, very smart, handsome and kind. He was nice to everyone he came across, he was known as the schools heartthrob. He made it his mission to become friends with everyone, and this time he was becoming friends with (Y/n) (L/n).

Wooyoung found her so interesting, he could not help but be drawn to her. She didn’t judge him based on his popularity in the school, she was kind and funny, cracking jokes with him and making him feel like an actual person. That fact alone made his heart flutter and he couldn’t help but gain feelings for the (h/c) girl.

So he decided that she was going to be his.

Wooyoung began making his moves on the girl. Learning everything that she liked, listening to what she needed, hearing her out when she needed to vent. While he did this, he found himself falling even deeper in love with her. The more he listened, he realized she was just like him, someone who just wanted to go through high school, someone who did not need or want a lot of friends. He swore that she was his soulmate and couldn’t help but think about her everyday he went home.

(Y/n) felt the same, though she kept it to herself.

Every time Wooyoung would come around she could feel her heart start to race. He would actually listen when she complained about something or someone. He brought her snacks to school if she texted him that she did not feel good. She could not help but let her walls down to allow him in, letting him into her small bubble.

But she also knew that Stephanie also had feelings for Wooyoung, and everyone in the school knew it, she would talk about how him and her would make a cut couple, or how they would have cute kids together. It made (Y/n) feel a little insecure, Steph was the school’s hot girl, and she was known to get what she wanted when she wanted. So if word got out that (Y/n) liked Woo as well,

There will be hell to play.

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(1st Pov)

“Come on (y/n)! You can not keep hiding your feelings!”

“Oh yes I can! As long as the sky is blue and the grass is green I will!”

(F/n) sighed, I rolled my eyes as we walked down the hall to our last class period. (F/n) grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes. “(Y/n), come one. If you don’t tell him now, what are you going to do when we graduate? You’ll never see him again.” “And? That’s fine, he’ll marry someone that’s fit for him and I’ll get over it and live with my two cats.” (F/n) groaned at my response and just kept walking. I sighed and followed behind her. “(F/n) you know what would happen if anyone finds out?” I ask speaking softly, afraid that someone nearby could hear.

“Yes yes, but you’ve put Steph in her place before, What’s the difference now?”

“Um Hello? Do you remember the last time a girl liked a boy that she did.!?”

It was hard to not remember. There was a girl named Nomi who was kind and happy go lucky cheerleader. She was a star student and just so happened to a have a crush on Shownu. He was a smart and quiet male who was very popular among the students for his love of helping others. Everyone thought that the two were going to be a cute couple together, until everyone found out that Steph like him too. Nobody knew what she was planning, but they knew that she was going to do everything in her power so that the two would not be together.

So when homecoming was approaching, the cheerleaders had to practice a routine for the game. Nomi was a part of a stunt where she had to be thrown up by the other cheerleaders and be caught by them. When they were at practice the afternoon of the big game, they were practicing as normal until Nomi was thrown in the air. Someone moved from their place ever so slightly, causing Nomi to fall and hit the ground.

She ended up suffering a broken leg and arm, and rumors began floating around that Steph had paid off some of the other girls to move from their positions to cause the incident. Even though, after doing that, she still got rejected by Shownu, and He later confessed to Nomi and they became a couple anyways.

So to say that I was scared about her finding out was an understatement, I know I could tell her off in a heartbeat, but I was not ready to face her wrath about this. Everyone in the school knew that she loved Wooyoung more than anything. She was literally trying to do anything to get his attention, thought failing miserable, she still tried her hardest to get the boys attention. I had say one of her attempts and almost felt a little bad for her, until the next day she came in a revealing outfit and pushed herself onto him.

I sighed as (F/n) patted my back. “It’s okay, You’ll find the courage to tell Woo that you like him! He’s always around you, so there’s only a small possibility that he’ll reject ya” She says encouragingly.

We heard a laugh and turned around, I felt my blood run cold.

Steph was walking up with her little posse of girls. She had a wicked smirk on her face as she walked up directly to me. “So I heard you love my Wooyoungie, huh?” She asked, now in my face. I felt my heart drop to my stomach before I swallowed my fear and glared at her. “And? What are you going to do? I like him just as much as you do.” I say, standing my ground. Steph raised an eyebrow and smirked, a snide laugh leaving her mouth.

“What makes you think I’m going to allow you take him away from me? You better watch it bitch.” She nearly growled jabbing her finger in my chest. I stepped back a bit but she just got right back in front of me. “I’m serious, you slut. I don’t know why Wooyoung hangs around you, probably screwing him aren’t you.” Her voice rose with each word until she was practically yelling. People had stopped heading to class and started to circle around the two of us.

I winced at her loud tone of voice and backed away a bit. Two of her posse stopped her from moving closer to me, she sneered at me and scoffed. “You are lucky they are holding me back bitch, because I would come across there and beat your ass.” She threatened before being taken away by her little posse. I was left standing completely frozen in shock, (F/n) placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned over, “I’ll be in class, take time if you need, I’ll tell the teacher.” She said before leaving and heading to class. Most of the people who were watching had left, murmurs were heard throughout the hallways as they left.

“Oh she’s dead, I’ve never seen Steph like that.”

“Let’s be prepared to see a missing persons report.”

“That’s sad, lol and I don’t even think Wooyoung like her, all for nothing I suppose.”

I placed my head in my hands and let out a loud sigh, this was not how this day was supposed to go at all. At this point I just wanted to disappear. I removed my hands from my face and nearly jumped back, startled. Wooyoung stood in front of me with a worried expression on his face. “Are you okay? I walked up on the end of that, “ He says, putting his hand on my shoulder. I simply wave it off and give him a small smile. “I’m fine Woo, she’s just jealous of me.” I say, trying to down the situation. Wooyoung shook his head and grabbed my hand, leading myself down the hallway. “W-wait! Where are we going Woo?” “We are going to talk.” He said sternly.

I tried to talk but he just shushed me again and continued leading me through the halls until we reach a classroom that was barely used. I had been here a few times with Shownu, Nomi and (F/n) for lunch sometimes.

When we entered the classroom, he closed the door behind us and locked it. He stood in front of the door with a look on his face that read ‘You’re not leaving until you speak’. I sighed and sat on the teacher’s desk behind me, swinging my legs as I tried to gather my words.

“So why did that altercation happen in the hallway?” He asked.

I twiddled my thumbs as I tried to procrastinate from telling him the story, I did not want to tell him that I like him and that the whole argument was over him. I was so in my thoughts that I failed to notice Wooyoung move from his spot by the door. I was snapped out of them by Wooyoung placing one of his hands on my waist and the other under my chin.

“Are you hiding something from me (Y/n)?” He asks, his face just mere inches away from mine. I could feel my face heat up as little smirk appeared on his face. “You know Daddy doesn’t like when you lie to him~” I gasp and he uses it to capture my lips in his, pulling me in for a deep kiss. He smirks against my lips as he lowers me down against the desk. My back was against the cool wood as Wooyoung backed away to look down at me.

“I know you like me (y/n).”

I look him with a shocked look, he only returned it with a smug look, running his hand from my cheek down to the top of my pants, giving them a slight tug. “Don’t look shocked princess. I noticed how you look at me when we talk,” He continued, pulling on my pants again. I lift my hips up a little for him to pull them completely off, Wooyoung lets out a small chuckle before tossing the pants somewhere in the classroom. I instinctively close my legs from the cold of the room but Woo quickly pulled them back open. Sinking to his knees, Wooyoung hooks two fingers in my panties and pulls them completely off.

He glances back up at me and gives a teasing smile. “I hate to see you upset, I didn’t like you arguing over little ‘ol me. So let me take your mind of it.” He says softly. “Wooyoung you don’t have to, I am fine-ah!” I got cut off mid-sentence by Wooyoung giving my clit an experimental lick. He lets out a deep chuckle, a sound I have never heard from him, one that sent shivers down my spine.

Wooyoung started placing bites along my thighs, biting hard enough not to hurt but to leave marks. “God..I’ve waited so long to do this. To have you in front of me like this…” He groans out, I let out a whine of embarrassment.

Having Wooyoung in between my legs speaking about how he wanted to do for so long, it gave me a sudden boost of confidence but that was quickly replaced again with nervousness. I tried to close my legs but Wooyoung held them open, waving a finger at me. “Ah Ah Princess, Keep them open. Don’t you want to be good for me?” He asks, I looked at him and gave him a small nod, he gave my inner thigh a harsh smack causing me to let out a sharp cry. When I look down at him he gives me a stern look.

“Use your words.” He said sternly. My head was spinning, this new assertive attitude from Wooyoung was making my head go brr, “Y-yes..” I replied only to earn another smack.

“Yes What?” He asked, that same teasing smirk painted across his lips. “Y-yes Daddy..” I managed to get out, earning a hum of satisfaction from Wooyoung. He moved his hand from my thigh and danced them around my entrance, sending little shocks of pleasure through my body.

“God your so fucking wet, and I’ve barely done anything to you princess~” He says teasingly, his slowly presses one of his fingers inside of me, earning a soft moan from me. It wasn’t my first time, but damn had it been a while. It was just one finger and it already had me a moaning mess, which Wooyoung noticed. He decided to add another finger and picked up his pace, using his other hand to hold me in place. I let out a breathy moan as I bucked against him, Wooyoung only chuckled at me and continued his brutal pace.

“Look at how well you take my fingers Princess, you might be ready for my cock already.” He growls. “You’re so wet, I bet I could just sink in without a problem, huh?” I just moaned in response. I had bunched up my shirt so that my chest is out, bouncing from the slight movement. My head was getting fuzzy and I could feel that familiar feeling forming. I could feel myself tightening around his fingers as I was hurdled closer to my orgasm.

But just when I was about to reach than sweet release, Wooyoung removed his fingers quickly. I let out a whine, my body still trying to process the denied orgasm. I had closed my eyes from the feeling, but the sound of a belt being undone, and a zipper being unzipped filled the air.

“Open your eyes Princess,” He says softly. I slowly open my eyes to see Wooyoung lining himself up at my entrance, teasing rubbing himself up in down, coating himself in my juices. “I want to make sure that you want this (y/n), that you want me how I want you, Okay?” He stated, running a hand along my side.

“Of course Wooyoung…I really do want this. Hell I want you, I don’t want anyone else to have you.” I admitted, making the male laugh lightly. He leaned down placed his lips upon my once again, his kiss filled with passion, want and desire. He sucked gently on my lower lip, nibbling on it slightly before pulling away and realigning himself with my entrance.

He gave me one last look before slowly entering, the way he stretched me out was painful yet pleasing at the same time. I threw my head back against the desk, allowing a loud moan to leave my lips. Wooyoung let out a soft groan as he pushed until he was all the way in. Once he was, he pulled out until he was almost out and slammed back in.

I cried out in pleasure at the sudden thrust, Wooyoung smirked in approval before doing it again, making sure to match the intensity of the first one. “Did you like that Princess? Did you like it when Daddy slams into your pretty pussy?” He teased, as his thrust became harder, still the slow agonizing pace he set. I was a moaning mess, sharp moans left my mouth like I was reciting a paper. I was struggling to find words to form a sentence as my head was getting foggy once again.

Finally finding the words, I looked up at Wooyoung and begged. “P-please! Please daddy, move faster.” Wooyoung came to a complete stop, making me whine loudly only to have him bend down to my ear and whisper.

“Be careful what you ask for Princess..”

Wooyoung hooked one of my legs around his waist and began slamming into me a rough pace, letting out a growl as he did. I nearly screamed out and Wooyoung just chuckled at me. “Go ahead and scream baby, no one is going to hear you, scream all you want.” He says hungrily. I simply nodded as moans were falling from my lips, I could barely think straight, my head was spinning and all I could feel was pleasure.

Wooyoung was letting out small groans and moans himself, his hand snaked up to my neck , wrapping around it my neck. I gasped a little but did not have time to think about it, Wooyoung had hit a certain spot that caused me to moan out his name.

“Oh fuck, do that again baby.” He panted, lifted my leg up to pound into me at a different angle. He hit that spot repeatedly, causing me to see sounds and taste colors, his name falling from my lips like a mantra. I was basically screaming out his name, not caring if anyone heard me anymore. In all honesty I wanted people to know who was fucking me, to let them know that he was mine now, and no one else.

I could feel myself tightening around Wooyoung, as I felt my orgasm coming back once more. Wooyoung felt it too and was getting pretty close himself, as his thrusts became to get sloppy and losing rhythm. That familiar knot in my stomach was forming and was on the verge of bursting. It only took one more thrust from Wooyoung to send me over the edge.

I let out a loud scream of his name, arching my back off the desk, my orgasm came crashing down on me like a huge tidal wave. My body was trembling as it rippled through my entire body, I was seeing stars and I felt dizzy. Wooyoung wasn’t that far behind me, his final thrust spilling his seed inside of me. He panted heavily as he held himself up, he smiled down at me with that same cheesy smile before saying.

“You alright down there? I didn’t hurt you did i?” He asked leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk..” I mumbled only making him laugh. Wooyoung slowly pulled out, watching as his cum, mixed with mine was seeping out. “I almost don’t want you to move..I want to keep all this inside of you~” He teased, picking up our clothes from the ground. I rolled my eyes and slowly moved to sit up, wincing slightly at to slight soreness already appearing in my lower half.

“You’re taking me home.”

“I know, I know Babygirl~. Now come on, let me help you get dressed.”

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The next day at school, I was smiling and laughing with (F/n), talking about random things. (F/n) raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “What’s got you so cheerful today?” She asked and I only giggled. “Let’s just say I have a boyfriend now!” I say excitedly only to make (F/n) slap my arm.

“No fucking way! You did it!?”

“Oh yeah, and that’s not the only thing I did.”

(F/n) gasped and slapped my arm again, “Oh you sneaky bitch you! So that’s where you went instead of coming to class!” I blush and laugh at her reaction. After what happened in the classroom, Wooyoung took me to his place, asking his parents to call mine and let them know I was staying the night. He formally asked me to be his girlfriend, to which I obviously said yes.

He brought me to school today, and we walked in hand in hand. I got to meet his friend group, (San teased me a bit for ‘screwing before the first date’) but all of them were really sweet and caring. Seonghwa and Hongjoong welcomed me to sit with them all the time, and if I ever needed them I could come and talk.

Even some of the same students who walked away from the mini fight between me and Steph came up and congratulated me on my new relationship. I thanked them but of course I knew it was just faked because they wanted to stay in Wooyoung’s good graces. I knew they weren’t going to keep it to themselves, and it wasn’t going to be long until word got around to the Queen bitch herself.

“YOU!”

And I think I jinxed it. (F/n) and I turned to see Steph marching up to me angrily with her little posse struggling to keep up. “So! You think just caused you fucked Jung Wooyoung he’s going to stay with you?!” She yelled out.

I simply rolled my eyes at her jealous rage, I was going to ignore her until she brought her hand across my face in a harsh slap. “You heard me bitch! He is mine. Just cause you seduced him doesn’t mean shit!” She screamed. I held a hand against my face as (F/n) yelled back at her. “Just go somewhere Steph! He doesn’t like you! Just fuck off and find another dick to hop on!” Steph gasped and pointed at me.

“She’s the one hopping on dicks! Who knows who else she had before she got my poor Wooyoung!!” Steph screeched, stomping her feet like she was a toddler. I stood up to walk away from her, not having time to deal with it, and not wanting her to ruin my good day.

“Where you going whore?! Are you made that I’m telling the truth?!” Steph threw her bag at me. I braced for it to hit me, only for nothing to come. I opened my eyes and smiled happily. Wooyoung held the bag in his hands, with a disgusted expression on his face. Steph quickly tried to play the innocent girl act. “Oh hi Wooyoungie~ How ar-“

“Don’t you dare. I’d advise you to shut your fucking mouth.” He spoke, shocking most people who were watching. Wooyoung was usually the cheerful and bubbly friend, rarely ever raising his voice or threatening anyone. He dropped the bag and removed the hand from my face. Pressing his hand to my face, I winced softly at his cold hand, and I could see the anger seething from behind his eyes. “Baby, do you want me to handle this?” He asked me in a hushed tone.

I shook my head. “It’s not worth it Woo, don’t worry.” I assure him, but Wooyoung shook his head. “No. This has to be dealt with, I can’t have someone hurting my future wife can I?” He says with a wink afterward. I blink once then twice before making a confused noise, he just chuckled and kissed my nose. Wooyoung turned back over to Steph with a glare before pulling me along with him.

“Where are we going now Woo?” “Home, I’m tired of dealing with people.” I giggle and poke his arm, “You’re starting to sound like your friend Yeosang.” “Yeah? We aren’t bestfriends for nothing Baby.”

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I didn’t think Wooyoung would actually do it. But at this point I didn’t even mind.

When we got to his house, he had me write out a list of people who had bullied me over the years at school. Even though I told him that it was fine and that he did not have to do this as we were nearing the end of the year. He simply ignored me and said. “Nonsense! My baby needs to be happy for her last few days of school!.”

What he did next, not going to lie, scared me a bit.

He had managed to find all of the kids personal information with the help of his friends. They prepared to make each of the kids lives a living hell, and when I asked about Steph, Wooyoung chuckled and smirked “We have something special for her.

That special thing came the day of graduation.

Steph had went missing. Her family couldn’t find her, and her friends had not heard anything from her since the day Wooyoung had me write out that list. When I asked him if he killed her, he gasped and shook his head. “I’m shocked baby! I would never do that, I don’t want to risk my life with you!”. Though I did not believe him, I did not want to push the issue anymore, If she was found, then she was probably hiding in shame after being embarrassed by Wooyoung in front of the whole school.

But if they did kill her? Where did they put her? What did they do to her?

Honestly It scared me to think about, but I did not want to stress, today was graduation and would mark the next step in my life with Wooyoung. But that thought would always linger in the back of my mind. Even as Wooyoung and I hugged, and announced to our parents we would be moving in together. I couldn’t help but wonder.

Would Wooyoung Kill for me?

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