#yes its unfortunate hes prejudiced but if i have to stand in the same room with Caitlyn ass kissers then i can forgive him

[thewistlingbadger]

It's 2024 I am proud to be pro jayce.

[potter-loves-malfoy]

hi, do you have any drarry ficrecs which are between 50k and 150k?

I sure do! and uh this list kinda got away from me,, there's.. a lot.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym –– 131k

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Every Me and Every You by bixgirl1 –– 69k

Harry liked his life just fine, thankyouverymuch — so it was bad enough when a sly fairy cursed him to leap into alternate realities. But seeing Malfoy in all of them? Definitely way too much. And worse yet: needing the bastard's help to figure out how to get out of of it.

It was a disaster waiting to happen, really.

Well... probably.

Reparations by Saras_Girl –– 87k (note: this is part one of a series that makes it well over 150k)

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

Helix by Saras_Girl –– 92k

Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again. [2014 advent fic]

Running on Air by eleventy7 –– 74k

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

The Printed Press by Soupy_George –– 119k

Draco Malfoy was still slightly amazed that he was standing on the doorstep of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He never would have thought that Harry Potter's very public and very ... sweary, emotional explosion would have led to him offering Draco, of all people, a job.

Right Hand Red by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) –– 73k

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

At Your Service by Faith Wood (faithwood) –– 95k

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There's only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi –– 57k

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop –– 113k

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

It actually hurts by parkkate –– 51k

For years, Draco has tried to avoid Harry Potter. He just knows he’ll make a fool out of himself if they spent more than five minutes in a room together. Unfortunately, Potter suddenly seems intent on becoming Draco’s friend, but neither of them are prepared for the inevitable consequences...

Lessons in Humility by playout –– 86k

After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.)

A Lick and a Promise by tackytiger –– 55k

Something sinister stirs in Hogwarts!

When magical creatures and students at the school are hit with a debilitating blood curse, Minerva McGonagall approaches the Ministry for help.

Star Auror Harry Potter seems to be the obvious choice to go undercover—as DADA Professor, naturally. He’s going to need the help of the Ministry’s foremost expert in blood magic to get to the bottom of the mystery, though, and he’s not entirely convinced that going back to Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy is a good idea.

Things are complicated between them—what’s new?—but they know they have to learn to work together (and keep their hands off each other in the corridors) in order to solve this case. Luckily for them, Hogwarts itself wants to lend a hand.

A tale of love, lessons, and learning to really live.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather) –– 88k

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Balance, Imperfect by bixgirl1 ––88k

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

Burn The Witch by lettersbyelise –– 95k

When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) –– 102k

Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy's life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn't.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding –– 71k

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

Guaritore Christopher Black is an exceptional psychiatrist with a specialisation in sleep disorders. He is also Draco Malfoy in a Glamour.

Minister Hermione Granger knows the dangers and the complications, but she needs her best friend back.

Light up the Night by Saras_Girl –– 98k

This year, despite his better judgement, Harry’s love life is going off with a bang. Advent fic 2019.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl –– 114k

Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound –– 149k

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound –– 81k

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.

Thine Enemy is Sweet by XxTheDarkLordxX –– 52k

“The ex-boyfriend of my ex-fiance is my partner in crime."

A story featuring a ragtag team of morons, bickering enemies that can't agree on anything, a heist that surely won't end well and a connection that neither Harry or Draco can deny.

[minjoonalist]

Discoloration. | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Words: 6.7K

Genre: smut, angst

In which : Y/n’s world of black and white takes a turn into a tinge of vibrance provided from none other than a man who is overly willing to give it.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, cursing, mentions of Infidelity, infidelity, ORAL both female and male receiving, some girl pukes, reached orgasm, cum play, swallowing, Dom!taehyung, BrattySub!reader, some pain for pleasure, attempted Voyeurism, Worshipping, Daddy Kink

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you absolutely loved art, in any expression, in every way- no matter what tragic or exhilarating backstory came with it. As any true lover would say, art is an expression. One that rears it’s beautiful head around with any and all ugly disguises standing before it.

This was your view of life and motto. A code you found yourself quoting over and over no matter how prejudiced you felt yourself becoming in moments of an unbelievable crisis. It was a part of you, your life, all the way down into your DNA. Giving you the ability to see life for all its color and no one was going to change that.

That being said…you always knew there would be times where life would temporarily become dull of any color due to minor- no major casualties. for example like the most recent event in which this very night. you found your boyfriend of two years with his prized member down someone else’s throat

-only a few hours after his big dance performance...and in your home...

You slowly blink, your mind blank of any joyous thoughts to congratulate the man you once thought loved you as much as you loved him. Instead they were now replaced with miserable black and white rainbows that you followed towards the bar downtown. there you find the promising fortune of alcohol that could slowly but surely bring back some of that faded color you were violently stripped of.

Your head jolts back with the third drink of the night sliding down your throat torturously and to your delight sends another tingling wave throughout your bloodstream. You look around within the dark vicinity when various blurry figures push behind you and the sound of some top 100 pop song bounces off the walls of the club. In barely incoherent words you managed to slur out your next sentence to the shiny blonde headed woman you were well acquainted with behind the bar.

“you k-know what's the worsss part bout it?” you sit up after being slumped over for nearly Five minutes without realizing it.

“And what's that?” The blonde watches you with a quirked brow, pondering what her heart broken best friend could possibly add on after ranting on about the piece of shit that just cheated on her for over an hour. “he doesn’t even know – that I know!” you giggle hysterically as if someone had just told you a dirty joke. but it quickly comes out as a choked sob and your best friend soo-jin looks towards you horrified.

“what the hell? why not?” she practically elevates her voice over the loud music, angry once again at how you passively decided to deal with one of your failed relationships. “I don't know” You shrug lazily, bottom lip poking out a bit in a pout when you felt as if she was about to do what she does best whenever anything remotely close to this happens.

Scold you.

“I didn’t want him to see me” the words may have came out small and unheard, but she read your moving mouth perfectly to know exactly what you said. It was a skill she’d gradually learned throughout her few years of being a professional bartender. A fire ignites in her eyes, catching you completely off guard but you prepared yourself nonetheless. The woman takes a deep breath through her nostrils to calm her high temper before she opens her mouth.

“okay ...and what are you going to do about it?” Was her simple but off putting reply to you. The question comes out rather matter of fact and once again within that same moment, you were caught off guard.

Wasn’t she going to yell at you? , tell you to women up and get your shit together like she always did? But instead she turns away just for a bit, pulling out two beer bottles from a cooler and popping them open. She then hands them over to some random guy reaching on your side and who you were pretty sure, already had too many by the way he reeked of them. when she turns back you, once again giving you all her attention and letting her fellow peers take care of everyone else, only then do you scramble for an answer.

“I uh- I��� don’t know…break up with him?” you stutter out, not sure how exactly you wanted to answer her question and she shakes her head, keeping a disappointed gaze on you. What exactly did she want you say? How were you supposed to know what you were going to do next about your unfortunate situation aside from the fact that you didn’t plan on heading back to your apartment and future ex- boyfriend anytime soon.

“wrong!- I mean yes you're definitely breaking up with that undeserving fuck, but ...thats too simple” She sighs, a bemused expression sitting clear on her face and eyesight switching over your shoulder before coming back to you.

The weight of this conversation was slowly making you sober and you could feel what little colors you had, beginning to fade back to gray. You lean forward, resting your elbows on the bar table and pushing your hair back out of frustration when you suddenly see your phone’s screen lit up. the familiar picture of your smile and a pair of happy kind eyes looking at you with the name Hobi(heart eyes). Your heart sinks and the sounds of his satisfied moans from another woman echoes in your head before you shake it off and end the call.

Fuck you, Jung Hoseok.

You could feel soo-jin’s expectant stare on you, when you finally give in and look up at her with determined eyes. You didn’t care what she suggested you want to get your color back, or even just some shade of emotion that didn’t have you wanting to dive deep under your covers for a month like your last relationship.

“okay” you breathe “what… would you do?” you bite, putting your faith into your best friend’s wisdom of dealing with cheating assholes. she takes the rag that was being used to dry the freshly washed glasses and swings it over her shoulder. “Hmm…” her eyes narrow, lips pursing and tattooed arms crossing on her torso as she thinks of the right solution for you. When it hits her, she steals another glance over your head and back to you.

Maybe you were putting too much faith in her…

The wicked look she gives you suddenly sends a shiver down your spine and you could already tell you would come to regret your decision. She then grins, a mischievous one at that. “what would I do if I were you? ….I’d let the walking sex god that’s been staring at me since I walked in, fuck me until I can’t tell night from day” she simply comments as if the suggestion was nice and easy.

You frown, shoulders slumping “so you’re saying I should cheat on hoseok?”. You put your head in your hands at the very ineffective suggestion.. It wasn’t that you couldn’t see where soo-jin was coming from, she clearly wanted you to get revenge. just to fuck some guy out of spite and somehow give your boyfriend a taste of his own medicine. Maybe even go as far as coming home looking completely fucked out without an ounce of regret when he takes notice.

The woman shrugs at your question with a small smirk as if to say ‘sure what could go wrong’ and this makes you rub your temples wincing.

“jinnie , I can’t hurt him like that. you do know two wrongs don’t make a right ...right?” the question falls from your lips almost whine like. She lets you take in the situation a bit more before she puts in another two cents that just might have you leaving here with a rebound.

“Y/n why are you thinking about how he feels?” she moves in closer towards you to grab both of your shoulders and make you look directly at her. Her eyes serious and stern, yet sympathetic as she talks some sense into you “you think he cared about how you felt while one of his dance students was swallowing his cum on your Bed? ” she shakes you.

Your heart burned at the clear emphasizes on ‘your’ to give the undertone that it was your bed along with hoseok’s. which it was and that fact made the once withering pain in your chest welter throughout instead. It was like you were standing right outside your bedroom door, where you got a private show to your significant other’s infidelity once again. The only difference this time that you didn’t want to run, not again… you wanted to hurt him and let him know he wasn’t the only one who wanted you-

“wait” you freeze. Eyes wandering inquisitively over towards Soo-jin's equally as curious expression once you rethought her suggestion. She had basically just told you someone was watching you from across the room and you stepped all over the idea.

“But ...who?” you frown.

You didn’t understand how and you were to drunk to figure out why, but it was like you could feel hot lasers burning into your flesh from afar. The hairs on the back of your neck standing alert and you could swear a compass inside of you had suddenly screamed at your instincts, what direction to turn in.

Turn around.

you did, landing to a pair of two bloodshot red eyes of a raven haired girl that looked as if she had even bigger problems than yours to drink away. She stumbled forward in your direction, eyes dazed and glossy with a look of uneasiness and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what sequence of events were about to turn your gray rainbow to black and white.

“Y/N move!” Soo-jin tried to warn you, she even tried to reach for you to pull you away from the despicable threat. But she couldn’t, completely cut off from you behind the bar and made her too far to save you from the sick woman.

You squeaked in surprise, shutting your eyes and holding up your tiny manicured hands to shield yourself. you accepted your fate too early, not realizing that after a couple of seconds of hearing the woman hurl her guts out, nothing had fallen on the exposed skin of your arms or legs. In- fact your entire body was no longer anywhere near her, but risen high a few feet away from the mess that should have been on you.

you were shifted, your legs and lower back firmly being cradled within a pair of sturdy arms and a broad chest. Oddly enough, the first thing that comes to your mind is how comfortable and invited you felt as they held you perfectly without falter. big Hands splayed intentionally under your thighs and the black mini dress that you borrowed earlier from soo-jin. They manage to keep the short material from exposing your most valuable area and maybe that’s the red alert that had you snapping your eyes open to find out who the hell was holding you so intimately within their arms.

“ put me down, please.” you managed to mumble through your now fully sober shock and when they immediately let your heels fall gently to the hard ground, they steady you as if to silently inspect that you’re not hurt.

you shimmy your black dress down, looking up only to have soo-jin unthinkingly fly into you with a huge powerful hug. “Y/n! Oh my god!” This makes the both of you lose your balance instantly and before you know it, your body falls back towards the ground only to be caught once again by a sturdy arm. “Oops…” she blushes sheepishly when she sees that her hysterical behavior had only seemed to make the huge scene worse.

you send a small glare towards her and she glances up to avoid it with a blush. You follow her eyes, watching them slowly slide up above you and once they’ve reached their destination, just slightly do they widen in recognition. You grow curious from this, craning your neck to glance at the individual that’s been supporting your weight for the past few moments in a row.

Everything and really everything, within your body freezes, from your brain to the air leaving your lungs, and possibly even your heart. You swallow, blinking up at a man that just had to be designed by angels themselves. A straight nose just above parted plump lips, a strong jawline, and dark naturally sensual eyes that was almost being covered by his curly blonde mullet.

Wait- created by angels? Scratch that. The man was sinful, like a poison apple with the shiniest red coat that was slowly luring you in by the minute.

Oh how badly did you want to bite...

He lifts you back to your standing position and you don’t miss a beat to watch as his muscular arms flex under the fitted black sleeved sweater he sported. Your looks going unnoticed, but the way you don’t seem to make space from him, like anyone else normally would- doesn’t. he smirks inwardly to himself, waiting for you to adjust yourself as you did before. shamelessly, he lets his eyes wander lower to where your fingers pull at the thin fabric that had somehow risen up your ass cheeks for the umpteenth time that night. you turn towards him, his eyes just as innocent and lost of any lust he was probably holding a few seconds ago.

Hi there… he immediately thinks looking down at the woman that he just couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of the second he saw her walk in with such a lost puppy expression. He wanted to take it away, make you smile and forget what or rather who was making you so miserable when you didn’t deserve it. And as if you just heard him, your small smile blesses him in return. He’s completely captured within your curious stare, eyes just barely meeting his at first and the way your light tiny voice manages to whisper out his new favorite word.

“Hi...”

This is where it all began, where you found yourself aimlessly following your best friend’s advice on how to make yourself feel better about your impending breakup. It wasn’t exactly how you were considering to go about it, but are you really going to complain about the fine piece of specimen that was suddenly thrown into your small sad world?

Most if it all seemed to be a blur. One minute you both sat at the bar where soo-jin made sure to keep a close eye on you. Another you were suddenly giggling uncontrollably at the small jokes the man had managed to mutter out from his half sober state. now you found that it was just about 4:00 in the morning and everyone had left but you, soo-jin, a couple of stragglers, and the dark prince you had now come to learn as Taehyung.

“So, how did my knight in a black sweater know how to save me?” Your hand slips silently from the glass you’d been occupying for most of the night and once again a bit of your color making itself visible around the dazed boy. The vague question flowed from your lips effortlessly, making the man almost jealous that you were Able to keep such a calm composure. Meanwhile he could barely contain the biggest urge to look at your soft lips.

And your stare? Fuck it was probably what had Taehyung so far into his own head, or maybe how every now and then yours legs would noticeably clamp together whenever he so much as brushed you in anyway. Your persona was the complete opposite from when he first seen you, shy and unbothered as to now, you were practically eye fucking the poor bastard.

He takes the last sip of his beer, setting the empty bottle on the bar before he answers “I was standing right behind her when it happened” he starts. A slight pink tinge raises up his slender neck, because for some odd reason. The man found your new probing gaze intimidating.

“Not to sound like a creep, but my eyes never left you the whole night. I think maybe I waited too long to approach you.” he laughs and then hums silently to himself, when satisfied shock runs across your features. No remorse, no disgust, but even then from the first moment your eyes landed on him, Taehyung already knew he had you.

This was his thing, it was easy to pick up random women at the bar. He didn’t want to go as far as to say you were much more ‘different’ than the others, but you were definitely one that would be considered unpredictable. Just as the reply you give him that has him staring at like you were his next meal.

“...who said you were too late?”

...You couldn't remember what happened exactly after that, but as far as you were concerned the only details that seemed to matter were the ones happening moments later. Like the part where you somehow found yourself being backed up against the hood of the young man’s car. Your body thumps on it slightly after he graciously takes a handful of your ass and kneads at it. You moan out, a wet flood staining your thin underwear in response to the sultry gaze he has pinned on you.

“I could fuck you against this car right now…” the confession easily tearing into you. His deep sugar coated voice sends pleasant waves of arousal to your stomach and you can't help but whimper. Your hand comes up to grip at his black shirt, pulling him into you in such a greedy manner. He chuckles, a hand bracing itself on the metal under you “...ah you’d like that wouldn't you baby?” he says huskier than before and you don't protest when his lips connect to yours for the first time that night.

The kiss starts out anything but soft, his lips firmly moving against yours just enough to have you moving voluntarily onto your back and With a sharp nip of your bottom lip, he takes advantage of your gasping mouth by slipping his tongue in to caress yours. You moan out from the euphoric feeling, your heading spinning and another wave of excitement is shot through you once you hear him growl into your kiss.

Not too far to follow, you’re not oblivious to the rough hands that hooks behind your knee to wrap your legs around taehyung’s waist. A shutter coming to you, a slight breeze then felt once he pushes the fabric of your dress up your hips . “T-Taehyung…” you let out a breath, just as a hand is reaching towards your laced panties.

“ fuck my name sounds so hot on your lips.” He exhales through the kiss. His lips now leaving yours to trail down your chin and onto your neck, nippling slightly. Immediately your head tilts to the side, allowing him full access to leave dark little bites along the area. He hooks a cold finger onto the top band just to rip it off with a tear and you pout from losing a pair of expensive underwear. He then swipes another finger at your exposed slit, a gasp escaping your lips and your breath halts once he raises it towards his mouth.

“What are you-” he tastes it. The wet glistening finger evident with your arousal falling onto his tongue. Taehyung’s eyes closed briefly and once again he hums out in approval “and you taste fucking amazing” he grunts, his eyes then lowering towards your open core with a devilish want “I want to taste some more”. He says this, Determination clear in his voice just before picking you up by your ass , and walking around his car. You yelp in surprise, your hands gripping his shoulder blades.

The sound of the car’s back door could be heard and before you knew it taehyung had you laid comfortably in his backseat. A wave of relief briefly washing over you, because while you were too distracted to realize the both of you were still in public, you were glad he wasn't going to follow through with his daring suggestion.

his body hovering yours, Taehyung’s hardened crotch area brushes firmly against your sensitive cunt. You whimper out in pleasure, rutting your hips up to match his and he chuckles at your neediness. “ Does baby like when I do that?” He Rasps out at the concentrated look on your face. It has him rutting repeatedly against you in return and you mewl in satisfaction while shaking your head to tell him yes.

Taehyung could literally feel himself falling for your cute expressions. He supports himself on both arms, one landing right by your head and the other coming to stroke your cheek, down your jawline and landing firmly around your neck giving it a little squeeze. For a moment, your eyes widen in fear scared that he simply turned out to be a sinfully handsome strangler, But then his head dips, mouth coming to crash back onto yours and that same hand turns to slip off the top of your dress.

Phew.

His kisses, once again lead from your mouth and sloppily down your neck, only to pull back and take a good look at your bare chest. Fuck he was drooling...running his tongue over his lips as he nears closer towards the small hardened nipples awaiting his attention. Your hands are already roaming tugging through his golden locks, a satisfied sound coming out when the warmth of his tongue skates cross one of them.

“I cant wait to fuck you y/n, but I want to taste you first baby” he swirls his tongue around, giving another strong lick and then sucking hard until it comes out with a pop. you're watching in amazement with tiny whimpers, your world no longer gray or slightly colored, but instead a strong hue of vibrance surrounding the lust filled man.

You nod weakly, your cunt gushing even more just from the thought of those plump lips placing well needed kisses down there. He doesn't need to be told twice, a boxy smile being shot at you and taehyung places an affectionate peck on your lips before descending down your body.

He positions himself on the floor, the sight of yellow coming between your thighs, and he pulls you down further towards him. You could feel his warm breath against the coolness of your slit, your pussy clenching around nothing in arousal. Taehyung stares at it in admiration, never seeing one so appetizing as yours and when he flicks his eyes up to connect towards your hooded stare, a wink being shot at you, your heart nearly stops in it’s rapid thrumming.

He comes even closer, the ghost of his lips pressing into you gently at the top but not high enough to reach your clit. you take a big breath, another gentle kiss being placed a bit lower and another one even lower until You writhed underneath him “ hurry up, Tae- im going crazy here.” you beg breathlessly, pushing yourself a bit more into him and the sexual demon simply shoots you a burning stare. You swallow slightly, a sharp squeal then following when a harsh nip comes to one of your delicate folds. “such a rude way to ask daddy for his mouth baby” he hums, softly sucking over the sore spot he’d brutally bitten.

“what if it was me stuffing my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours?” If it was possible the blonde’s gaze darkens even further at the suggestion. His tongue now licking a long stripe up and stopping just before reaching your bundle of nerves. If he kept this up you were sure you would slowly descend into unfulfilled madness…

There’s a soft desperate whimper escaping your lips and now that the man was not only teasing you in the most torturous way, but that he’d planted a gem of a scene in your head. Your lips parting for your tongue to run over them and eyes glazing over at the very image of your mouth being wrapped around his thick cock and he’d push you down forcing you to take all of him.

Holy shit that’d be hot…

“ then I can guarantee you’d be cumming, right about…” you look up, pretending to wait. Taehyung humors you, a brow arching when your eyes land back on him “now.” you whisper biting your lip. Instantly there's a wry smile coming onto his face but the scorching hot look in his eyes stays at your comment.

Oh yeah he definitely likes you…

In your moment of confidence there's a deep underlying doubt of skill, due to your lack of practice. Although you’d performed incredibly under Hoseok’s praise, the knowledge of your late lover running elsewhere for head makes you think otherwise.

“Again. Fuck you Jung Hoseok-”

There's suddenly another nip “ouch!” you yelp from the sting. Soon it’s soothed once again as taehyung sucks on the tender spot but now a bit harsher “You’re too fucking hot you know that y/n?” he growls out, hands now coming up to grip your thighs almost painfully. Your lower half now kept in place, unable to even move an inch. you find this out when taehyung’s tongue slips in between your folds without warning.

Your first instinct is to jump at this, body completely betraying you as it begins to turn weak under the man’s skillful flicks of the wet muscle. It’s a lewd noise he makes against you, the wet sounds of Taehyung’s mouth diving deep into your prized box adding to the tightening knot within your abdomen.

At the moment there's a particular swirl of his tongue that makes your legs shoot out, a noticeable shutter of pure euphoria wracking over your body and when taehyung takes it upon himself to finally suckle upon your neglected nerve, he earns a loud unexpected moan from deep within your throat. You wouldn't think that something so simple could have you panting erratically, so much that when you actually take a look towards all the windows within his car - they're completely fogged up.

It’s like something had completely snapped within him, his mouth swirling , sucking, and nibbling all over as he completely devours you without so much as a breath. His merciless appetite driving you further up the hill of your impending orgasm and just when you felt you need just a little more of a push taehyung's tongue takes a few final drags on your clit, dropping down to plunge as deep as he could go into your heat. He does this and is surprised to find your hole clenching around it tightly.

He chuckles evilly now aware that you were ready to fall any second. “You better be ready to put your mouth where your words are baby” he announces rather roughly and as much as you want to spit back an equally sly remark, you’re too lost within the rapidly spreading heat that's taking over your entire body. Your hand shooting out, you grip harshly into his curls as an exceeding dip sends you crashing down hard onto his tongue.

“So good!, god tae im c-cumming” you exclaim jerking roughly into his face- well at least you attempted, because like the sex demon he is, Taehyung simply restrains your hips with even more force and quicken’s his assaults into you. His mouth going to work until you were nearly a spasming mess to his will.

There's a last jolt to your body before tae lets up, dark eyes scanning your slightly worn out state with caution. “Y/n? Shit you didn't pass out on me did you baby?” he questions worriedly getting up from his position on the floor. When he situates himself on the edge of the seat, he’s leaning over your body to get a good look at you and your now tamed high. It takes just a moment but eventually you could actually make out his voice from under your drumming heart. With your eyes somehow getting closed, you listen in on tae’s nervous rant and something about his ‘head game being too strong’.

Your eyes flutter open “ Taehyung?” you say , your voice just barely above a whisper but his head snaps towards you with curious relief. He answers immediately, grabbing your hands to place tiny kisses on them. It’s an extremely affectionate act, one someone could say was meant for people who were actually in love. That in itself had your colors fading away just the tiniest bit, a suddenly cruel reminder of the fact that you had just cheated on your asshole (but very much still) boyfriend, Hoseok.

Taehyung licks his already moist lips, eyes struggling to stay above your exposed chest when all he wanted to do was fuck you into his back seat. Right now you could say, you’d technically already gotten your revenge- after all you’d only witnessed exactly what you’d gotten, but when your eyes snap towards the incredibly hard painful erection that was begging to be treated within its confines. All of those color blinding thoughts seem to leave and The questioning midnight prince beside you is simply all you could think about.

You look up into taehyung’s eyes and there's still a good amount of dark lust swirling behind them. In your eyes he could see it too, a slight raise of both his eyebrows displaying his shock when you say “ I think it’s time to put my lips on you o-or something-...whatever you just said” you giggle.

He bites back a smile and honestly, it was probably the sexiest expression you’d ever seen. His hand, softly running like feathers up your exposed thigh. “you think you can make daddy cum?” he tries and when you feel Taehyung’s entire aura change, there's another sticky flood happening between your legs. You’re so wrapped into him that you don't notice when his hand is coming up into your hair. His fingers roaming for a bit and you hum out appreciating the slight gesture, until the grip he has is suddenly becoming tighter when you don't answer.

“I asked you a question y/n.” He asks within a highly dominant nature. The grip he has in your hair, sends you waves of excitement. There wasn't a second of this interaction you were regretting not even when Tae is dragging you down in front of him so that you were directly planted in front of his inviting lap.

“Y-Yes!” You inhale.

He releases the grip slightly, fingers massaging into your head again before pulling it back from another angle. You whimper out from it, neck straining to look up at him and into his expectant eyes “Yes what baby?” They narrow and your heart palpatates with a thrilling fear.

In no way were you used to this kind of tension, between Hoseok and Taehyung it was a complete 180° where You were accustomed to Hoseok’s sweet natured way of making love opposed to Tae’s rough and passionate fuck. Needless to say… only one of them had you ready to suck him dry...

“Y-Yes daddy…” you sing with a desperate tone.

Another slight pause is initiated and Taehyung watches your eyes move from his face to the front of his zipper multiple times before he sends a wry smirk your way. He moves to make himself comfortable, a leading hand coming to cup your chin with a light touch and he takes the time to admire your beautiful expression. Whoever the hell that Hobi guy was calling your phone over and over while you were at the bar...Taehyung couldn't think of how he managed to fuck up with someone like you- if it were him, he’d kiss the ground you walked on if it meant being able to see you in the position anytime he wanted.

There's a tug on his belt, His eyes switching down to see the fabric of his jeans being held tight between your fingers. From the motion his jeans scrape roughly against his hard on creating a small hiss from him mouth and you let out a small giggle in return.

“ fuck…” Taehyung growls out, unwavering dark gaze set upon you as he squeezes on your chin harder, your mouth snapping open. Your laugh dies down and you wince in pain from it. On instinct you’re ready to claw his hand off, until you feel taehyung’s mouth hungrily attack yours and You moan out into it despite the pain from his grip. You become lost into his touch as he molds and bends your tongue into blissful submission, His teeth suddenly sinking into your tender muscle and you cry out before he sucks on it to sooth it.

woah...

In a trance you whimper when he suddenly pulls away, a trail of a vigorous color going with him while he takes away all of his contact with you. All sign of his heat gone and if you weren't so ready to have it back, you would have noticed the sore relief on your mouth from both his grip and his kiss. You inhale deeply, your tongue throbbing from the delicious assault.

“Does it hurt baby?…” he questions with a tilt of his head and you cautiously bite your lip. You glance up at him one last time and there again was the smile you’d now classified as a sin itself.

“Yes.” you nod with a pout.

“Do you want to make it feel better?” he sits back and you nod again slowly becoming aware of where he was going with this.

It’s a consistent stare that he never lets up on your now wandering hands, his smile slowly fading out into parting lips. They’re reaching once again for his belt, your fingers unraveling the leather and then unzipping the front to reveal his straining boxers. It's dark in the car, obviously but even so you could still make out the impressive outlining and when your fingers hook on the band of his thin material, It feels as if you were a kid opening a gift on Christmas.

your eyes zone in ready for the big reveal. The band slowly being dragged down Taehyung’s hips, revealing not only the thick tantalizing length of his cock, but a mouth watering v sculpted lower abdomen. Your core clenches instantly at the sight, mouth watering and you wondered how you thought what hoseok had could possibly compare to this…But just like your relationship, you find that those thoughts had instantly come and gone.

Eyes now skimming over the veiny length set out in front of you. Your hand immediately gripping it from the base, you it lift away from taehyung's stomach and more towards your face. From up above you could hear his large intake of breath from your hold, your own stomach fluttering at how effective your touch is on him.

Inspecting it just a little, you notice the darkened mushroom head oozing out pre-cum. Your hand moving up, his stomach noticeably clenches and there is a broken sigh from him when your thumb is sliding over it to smear it around. “I- fuck you know this torture right?” he grabs at your wrist of your occupied hand.

You slap his hand away, your own squeezing slightly at taehyung’s cock. He had his time to mess around with you, now it was your turn to mess around with him...you think bringing the tip towards your still swollen lips. You place a closed mouth kiss at the top, creating a tiny bit of suction on the sensitive space. A pained groan coming from him, he tries his hardest not to shove himself into your mouth.

Taehyung wouldn't say he was amused from girls pulling his kind of tricks, but you- the way your tongue was licking a long strip up his pulsing shaft had his hips bucking up in appreciation. Fuck! you could do whatever you wanted for all he cared, just the sight of your wide lustful eyes keeping contact with his, was bringing him closer faster than he would like to admit.

You give his cock another lick, your tongue following a particularly long and seemingly sensitive vein. You could only guess that when taehyung visibly shudders from the way you nip gently at it. Your tongue then coming to swirl at his tip and you finally- finally sink your mouth down onto him.

your eyes then widen in recognition...wow, this actually does soothe the soreness-

“Shit baby...” his chest rises then falls, hands fisted into balls at his side. You felt amazing around him, your mouth rising back up to suck on his tip one more time before you bob back down on him at an even pace. You also hollow out your cheeks, your hand still fisted at the base, jerking up to help him along.

He lets out a dragged moan, brows furrowing together in concentration and a fisted hand is now rubbing encouragingly through your hair. With your tongue sliding underneath his shaft, you move down a bit further wiggling it side to side. Within your view taehyung's head falls back at that and At this point he is a panting mess with a slight sweat breaking out on his temples.

“So good- shit!- baby you’re doing so good sucking daddy off like this” he praises, fisting his hand within your hair for the umpteenth time tonight. The limb adding a bit more pressure, it forces you to go down a bit further on him, your gag reflex barely being suppressed but you’re filled with glee nonetheless. You then feel your eyes begin to water, thighs clenching together and you want to smile when you hear his moans growing louder and his body shaking harder.

He was close and you start to notice his pace quickening, his hand bringing you back down faster and his thrusts becoming choppier when you feel him tensing up. “Fu- baby where do you want me to c-cum?” He gasps before clenching his teeth. He then looks down towards you, dazed teary eyes filled with mischief and taehyung didn't need anything more than to know where you wanted him most.

“You're so damn amazing” he growls his fist becoming painfully tighter in your hair than before. Your head still bobbing down on him rapidly, it then takes a couple of deep choking thrusts before the man is releasing deeply into your mouth. “Fuuucck” he groans throatily, jaw going slack and you watch in amazement as the climaxing angel jerks a little into you. His cock is throbbing in your mouth, hot spurts of cum shooting towards the back of your throat and you try your best to swallow it all.

When you do, you wait for him to come back down. His grip in your hair falling away and you slowly rise up off of him a lewd pop. You wipe any access from your mouth only to sit back and ask “so are my words as good as my mouth?” You question rather triumphantly at his fucked out state.

Its a missed beat and the man’s shoulders visibly start to shake a boxy smile coming onto his features even though he was panting as if he’d ran a marathon. “I think its is your mouth as good as your words and in this case-it depends...” He then raises his head, that same look of heated determination as before blazing within his eyes even though he was a total mess.

“On what exactly?” You arch a skeptical brow and Taehyung shrugs before looking down- his member still hard as ever. You nearly gawk at it, a wrecking shiver coming up your spine when he moves close to you. An arm wrapping around your waist , you’re hoisted up from the floor and onto his awaiting lap.

Taehyung then pecks your lips, hands coming to lift your dress completely over your body and he’s placing tiny kisses from your collar, to your neck, and stopping once he’s close enough to whisper hoarsely into your ear.

“I'm still waiting for those lips to get put on something��

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Cinderella Prompt (for funsies)

The best night of Abigail's life started with the dress she was wearing; every time she moved, the bouffant skirt shimmered a fading and brightening purple. The sleeves glittered, and the cut off at the shoulders shaped her perfectly. Her hair had also been braided to perfection by Carla, her bed mate, and she had arrived to the ball in the most comfiest of shoes, her own, as the orphanage could afford nothing more. She was grateful she was even attending the ball, as the invitation had been made into something of a lottery by The Governess. They could only afford to send one girl, and that girl had to be over 18 and fit the size of whatever dress was chosen. After that, the winning girl would be chosen through a diplomatic vote by the whole house, and not everyone in the house was very friendly. Abigail wasn't thin by any means, so when the rules were announced, she didn't want to try her luck, but Carla convinced her otherwise, "This opportunity is a gift...and think, maybe the Prince likes curvy girls." Thankfully she had turned 19 two days before, and there were only ten others who were about the same age. All they had to do was wait for The Governess to bring back a dress, they hoped, she chose at random; Madame Gertrude was strict, but they found, at times, that she wasn't completely cruel. Back she came the most beautiful gown, the house wondered how they could afford it. The Governess explained it was a borrowed number from her niece, who had no interest in the dress for the one night. One by one, the ten girls tried on the gown, Abigail unfortunately the last in line. She watched as some of her sisters were hopelessly laced up into a dress that was too big for their thin frames. This gave Carla hope for her friend, which sank into Abi when she shook her in delight. Three girls managed to fit the dress before her, but finally it was her turn. Carla helped her lace up and when Abigail looked in the mirror, the gown fit like a glove. She had never felt as pretty or as beautiful as she did in that short moment before she was forced to take it off. Madame Gertrude locked up the dress for the night, saying the vote would take place on the day of the Ball. It was an agonizing wait for everyone, after being so close to a winner. Now a vote would decide... Abigail knew she'd been fair to her fellow sisters in the orphanage. On certain occasions, she'd even shield them from the unfair punishments Madame Gertrude sometimes gave them...but would any of them want her to go to the ball? Or, would they be jealous she was one of the lucky ones? Finally the vote came. The Governess took them all for a walk in the back gardens and had the candidates stand in a row, ordering anyone who wished to vote for them to stand behind them in a line. It felt like a miracle she had gotten the most people standing behind her, and she hugged and thanked everyone of them that did. Now she was here, at the Prince's masked Ball; still an orphan, but just as pretty as any other Lady or Duchess in the room. It was all a dream come true. There was so much food, so many guests and so much dancing. A man asked her to dance and she was transported through a sea of colorful gowns as she twirled, swapping partners in a new dance called The Escapade. She caught onto the steps very quickly, until one of her partners led her away from the music. "You, are an excellent dancer." He remarked. She blushed under her mask, her animal of choice a purple owl to match her dress. In response she curtsied, "I dance a lot at home. It's how me and my friends stay entertained." "Well, it has certainly paid off." She took note of his bright white teeth when he smiled, his mask covering the rest of his face quite fully; It was that of a silver fox. "Would you like some wine?" "Yes, please." He led her over to a table and passed her a dark glass. "Its so lovely to be here, isn't it?" She gushed, "At the Prince's Ball." "I'd say yes, only not to damper your enthusiasm, but he does have them very often. I always have to go." "But not not ones open to the public, and not so hastily prepared." The Fox leaned forward, "There's a rumour about that." "Ooh, do tell." She giggled, and his smile grew brighter. "It seems the King wants the Prince to marry as soon as possible. This Ball was their compromise to see if he could find love." She was taken aback,"That's unfortunate." "How so?" "One night is not nearly enough time to find love. A nice looking jovial companion maybe, but not love." The Fox burst out laughing, "Jovial?!" "And while I do appreciate his lack of prejudice towards those of lower class being allowed to attend, we are still wearing masks. What rules must the Prince follow in this arrangement? Say he finds his love, then finds out that she's just an orphan with no family or title...would he still be allowed to marry for love? I feel like the King would greatly object. Would the Prince fight to marry her?" "Yes." His answer came without hesitation and was very direct. She questioned his response, "Do you know the Prince that well?" "I have been to enough Balls to know, that the Prince is headstrong and wishes not to be judged by his title or what his father wants him to do. He knows he will be King, and the responsibility that holds, but he also wants to know the values of his people and be closer to them." "And he thinks a lowly born wife can give him this?" Her partner offered a hand to head back to the dance, "He does." They danced a while in each others company before he brought her in close again, "Why do you think he will fail at accomplishing this in one night? It's his only chance." She looked around the room, "Does everyone know of this rumour you speak of?" "Word travels fast. If they didn't before, they do now." "So how then will the Prince know if this girl is true, or if she only wants his power?" "Ah, he has plans for that." He dipped her into his arms, "He will speak with her family. See where they live, how they act around him and he will see who is superficial and who is not." "We're slipping back into prejudices again." She warned, extending an arm for him to pull her back. He laughed his loud laugh once again, "Alright then, what would you have him do?" "Go through with the engagement, but take as long as possible to plan the wedding. In that time, get to know the one you plan to marry. His father will still think he's getting married, while he will have the time to see the brides true colours show." The fox stopped dancing, and they were left in the middle of the ballroom. "That's a good plan, if he can stall for time, but I hear the king is an impatient man. How long would he have to wait? And if he did find out she wasn't right, how would he then break off the engagement? He made a promise to his father." "Well I don't have all the answers." She laughed nervously. He smiled, "It feels like you do." Something caught his attention behind her and his smile slowly disappeared. "I'm sorry miss, it has been lovely talking and dancing with you, but unfortunately I must mix with the other guests. Enjoy the rest of your night." "Of course." Abigail curtsied and he bowed in return. She watched him rise and then set off through the other dancers towards the Royal Stage. In awe, she saw him converse with and then sit down right next to the King. With despair she realised she'd been talking to the Prince himself...and she'd called him prejudiced. She had to find Madame Gertrude quickly and tell her they had to leave. In her rush, she bumped into a newcomer, her blue dress almost similar to Abi's. She curtsied and apologised, "I'm so sorry." "Don't worry, it was a mistake." The girl curtsied in return, her blonde falling in her eyes and the two broke away. Later that night it would be said that the Prince spent a long time talking to a girl in a wonderful dress. Some say it was purple, while others say blue. Despite asking if they could leave, The Governess refused, instead spending extra time speaking to her sister, Lady Tremaine, about her two daughters, on the far side of the room. Abigail wouldn't hear anything about the lucky girl until a Royal Guard showed up at the orphanage, and asked her to try on a shoe; a shoe that fit the girl the Prince was going to marry ...and with all the luck Abi seemed to be having lately, this shoe fit, and it was very uncomfortable.