Ay Dios Santo You Just Killed Me W This Oneeeeeee 😩

ay dios santo you just killed me w this oneeeeeee 😩

been having pure and maybe impure thoughts abt gyu w/ a crybaby gf… like he would be so ??$1?!1&2&&

cw. daddy gyu (as always), crybaby subby gf, bulge kink, size kink, DACRYPHILIA, name calling (calls u dumb 1x but its hot & i think i was kinda cute), traffic light safeword system (bc of tha hansol smut that yu posted & i loved that one sm). gyu is very in love and obsessed w/ u (and ur pussy). i became possessed as i wrote this so i dont even remember what's on here ok just. proceed with caution i think a/n. i got carried away!!! wtf!!! it's long so most of it us under the cut. also barely proofread yay

STOP THE DAMN CAR!!!!! ok listen. u're so real for planting this in my mind but let me sprinkle a lil something into this bc i love intimacy and vulnerability with ur partner....

gyu w/ a crybaby gf ... except gf is the type to hold everything together, only crying when she's alone bc she's too afraid to do that in front of others.

mingyu w/ a crybaby gf, but gf is a crybaby only around him bc she feels safe enough around him to be vulnerable :')

pure thoughts first: it would catch him off-guard when you cry in front of him for the first time. he would straight up panic because in the time that you've known him, from being friends to him trying to win your heart to him becoming your boyfriend, he has never seen you cry.

the first time he sees you cry is when you two have been together for some time already (maybe like half a year into your relationship because vulnerability scares you). he knows you to be strong-willed and sometimes even stone cold, so seeing you in tears after a failed attempt at a dish you'd been wanting to make for him rattles him to his core because he just isn't used to seeing you like this.

he thinks it's a one-time thing, because maybe you were just having a horrible day and the failed cooking attempt was just your tipping point. but then it happens, and happens, and happens, and a year into your relationship, he's sure seen you cry over almost everything. from failed baking or cooking attempts, to how cute this cat on instagram is, to a tiktok of shelter animals not being adopted for being too old or not cute enough by societal standards, to how much you love and adore him— everything.

he realizes so quickly that, all this time, you've been sensitive and tender and feeling, and that your thick skin is only a facade to protect yourself from others and the world— it makes him want to protect and care for you tenfold.

but, he would honestly think it's adorable that you're such a crybaby. he thinks it's endearing and so, so precious that you feel things so deeply to the point of tears. he thinks it even more special that you feel so safe around him that you willingly take down your walls.

whenever he finds you crying, regardless of whatever reason it may be, he's always there to comfort you. he always kisses your pout away, holds your cheeks in the warmth of his hands, wipes your tears away with his thumbs, and litters soft kisses all over your face to kiss the tears away.

he never ever makes you feel small or silly for crying, and does his best to make sure you always feel safe around him. (he's your daddy, that's what he's supposed to do anyway!)

but, oh, it would be such a different story when it comes to him fucking you.

because when he's fucking you, he lives to make you cry.

he lives for the way you hiccup and sob when he splits you open and stuffs you full with his cock. lives for the way you babble and whine incoherently as he rails you nearly past your limit, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your veins and setting your nerves on fire.

he loves watching you cry, and sometimes he likes licking at the tears streaming down your cheeks with the most devious smirk on his face, while he fucks your cunt open mating press style.

he loves watching the way you sniffle, the way your breath skips over as you struggle to regulate your breathing because of how good he's fucking you. he loves how he can just tell when you're broken and your mind is split between begging him to stop because you're so overwhelmed, and asking him to keep going, to keep fucking you forever because the way his thick cock fills you up and makes you feel whole is way too good to give up.

(mating press is one of his favourite positions to fuck you in because he likes the view of you sobbing on his dick, and watching his cock bulge through your lower belly.

"y'so little, baby, look," as he slams into you and stills, sheathed all the way in your sweet cunt that he's trained to fit all of him perfectly, moulding your pussy to the shape of his cock to ruin you for everybody else. he runs his hand over his cock bulging through your tummy and presses down onto it with his palm, and the sob it rips from you nearly has him cumming then and there. "god, i fucking love it when you cry.")

he also really loves hearing your muffled cries as you sob into the mattress while he rams into you from behind, thighs spread apart as far as you can while he holds your arms behind you, your elbows looped over his own big, strong arms. he leaves you no choice but to let him have his way with you, and you let him because you love when he uses and corrupts you like this.

"shh. i know, princess, i know." he'd coo and curl his body over yours, foregoing holding your arms together and instead wrapping his strong arms around your waist to hold you closer to him. "y'such a crybaby. dumb little crybaby for daddy."

sometimes, he gets a little too lost in you and the feeling of your wam pussy snug around his dick, his own mind too clouded by the sight and sound of you crying and at his mercy. but he always remembers to take a deep breath and make sure you're okay.

"fuck," he'd cuss, slowing down to a stop for a moment, still buried deep inside you, so he can kiss the back of your head before trailing kisses down your back. "you okay? tell me you're okay, honey."

you nod wordlessly, cheek smushed up against the bed, your sore cunt pulsing around his aching cock. he groans at the feeling.

"color?"

"green— daddy, please— don't stop." you hiccup. "w— w-an' your cum."

then you're whimpering and sobbing into the sheets all over again as he goes back to pumping you so full of his cum and leaving you leaking like it's his life mission, because what you want, you always get.

mingyu doesn't like seeing you cry— but he sure as hell loves making you cry instead.

Little do You Know | OT7 | One Hundred and Thirteen

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.

Chapter warnings: The Fact Music awards timeeee! Welcome to the final week of LDYK. :(

WC: 2.k

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“So... you're not pregnant?” Hana was asking next to you on the backseat of the HYBE car.

And out of all of the things that ever happened in the backseat of those cars, involving you, this conversation was the tamest.

“Nope.” you told her, looking out of the window.

“You're sure?” her insistence made your attention turn to your best friend.

“Yeah, I had to get some blood work done to confirm it before getting the new injection.” you explained.

“And you know I love you dearly, right?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing you had an ear pull coming your way. “Yes, just give it to me, come on.”

“That was so irresponsible!” Hana screeched. “You just got a new job, do you have any idea how many opportunities you would have to give up if you got pregnant now? And the boys have no idea what their future holds, how do you think they would feel if you’re pregnant and they have to leave–”

“I know, Hana! I know, okay?” you snapped, but your voice softened as you took a deep breath. “I’m relieved I’m not pregnant. Really. I know it’s not the right time at all. It was just something nice between Jin and I, a moment, but it passed, okay? I’m sorry.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, I have to be your manager too.” she said, taking a breath to match yours and calm herself.

“And what would my best friend say then?”

“Your best friend is really excited for the day she’ll be an aunt.” the girl told you with a sigh, reaching to squeeze your wrist. “And I know you and the boys will make the prettiest, cutest babies. Just not right now, please.”

“I know, I know. In a few years, no sooner than that. I promise.”

You weren’t about to tell Hana how disappointed you were when you got the negative results back. It was bittersweet, really; that disappointment laced with relief. Hana was right, of course, this was not the right time to have a baby. At all. Not with your new job, not with the uncertainty of the boys’ career, not with the up in the air status of your relationship when it came to the public.

You had been breaking many taboos in Korea, from being a playmate –a career that was barely known when you first got in the field–, to being seen with seven boys at once –seriously, after your latest posts to social media, you doubted people didn’t know you were dating them–.

If you showed up pregnant, amidst all of the dating rumors, unmarried, a fatherless child, one that would absolutely look like Kim Seokjin… The backlash would be tremendous. And that wasn’t the kind of reality you wished to bring your baby into.

You didn’t know what the future held, when it would ever be safe for you to start trying, but you rested easy knowing that when the time was right, you would know. You would all know.

Besides, it’s not as if you were dying to start a family right now –Tae’s wishes and Jin’s kink just got the best of you sometimes–. You wanted to travel more, and you wanted to enjoy life with your seven boyfriends. You were all still young, with a lot ahead of you.

This was a good thing, you had to tell yourself.

“We are here, misses.” the driver’s voice brought you out of your head and a second later the door on your side was being opened.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee.” you smiled at the man, giving him a little wave as you grabbed your bag and hopped off the vehicle.

Being a former playmate, you were more than used to getting into venues by the backdoor, as it was the safest way to avoid paparazzis and the media. While the front entrance of the KSPO DOME was filled with fans waiting to be let into the stadium and photographers hoping to get good shots of idols, the back door was empty and secluded.

Which was great for you, as people weren’t supposed to know you were there yet.

Your special participation in tonight’s The Fact Music Award was to remain a secret until the time you were on stage to present the last award of the night. Hana and the HYBE producers you worked with told you it was supposed to create a buzz, you would only post about it later tonight; but half of you wondered if they were trying to avoid any backlash.

Your YouTube series had been announced almost three weeks ago, the public already knew you were working for HYBE again, and that you had a show coming up soon. So far people seemed to be excited about it, wondering who the guests would be, making petitions to have the boys on the show.

Gossip websites and media sources were also putting out articles about you, making compilations of your ‘best moments’, telling people who you were and how the hell you came to work for HYBE. You stayed clear of those particular websites anyway, but you did read comments on twitter every now and then.

Negative opinions and people not liking you would always be there, but you were getting better at tuning them out and ignoring them.

“I think we’re supposed to go this way–” Hana’s arm linked with yours as you both showed your artist and manager passes to the security man guarding the back entrance.

“The boys are already here, right?” you checked the watch on your wrist, knowing BTS was the last group scheduled for rehearsals.

“Yes, let’s leave our things in the dressing room and you can go look for your men.”

You and Hana were found by a staff member of TFMA’s team and she recognized you right away, having to know the name and face of every presenter and artist, so she guided the two of you through the many hallways of the backstage area.

While you were expected to have a dressing room for yourself –a small one, seeing as you were just one person–, HYBE had put in a request to have their artists close to each other. Meaning, you and BTS were to share a room, and TXT and NEW JEANS would be close by. If the producers thought it was weird to have seven boys and a girl sharing a dressing room, no one said anything.

Not only would that allow you and your boyfriends to be together during the night, you and the group shared a makeup and hair squad. Heejin would officially be on your team after the concert in Busan next week, as it marked the last official schedule Bangtan had together as a unit, so it wouldn’t make sense to hire someone to do your makeup and hair just for tonight.

Bangtan’s and your dressing room was the closest one to the stage, meaning they were expected to be walking up many times during the night. You knew they were up for at least seven awards, and with their track record, you expected them to win them all.

The waiting/dressing rooms weren’t actual, physical rooms, made of stone walls, but a long line of spaces separated by partitions, so you could very much hear everything around you. It was a good thing staff and other artists knew how important privacy was to each other, so no one filmed or recorded anybody else. Everyone was there to do their job and that was it.

“Ugh, thank god your tan is fading out!” Heejin was all over you as soon as you walked past the heavy black curtain that separated the dressing room from the back of the stage. “I have other foundation colors, but we’d need to match your shade–”

“Nice to see you too, unnie.” you cut her off by pulling the girl into a hug. “I’m sure you’ll work your magic and I’ll look perfectly put together.”

“Put together– Girl, I’m turning you into an award show queen.” she said after you parted, turning to Hana to bow and wave. “Hana-ssi, nice to see you again.”

Your manager and your makeup stylist were cordial to each other, always respectful now that they were working together. You knew they would be good friends one day.

Before you could utter another word, a more than familiar song started playing loudly from the stage; Yet To Come was going through a soundcheck, so you knew your boyfriends were up on stage.

“I’ll be back, yeah?” you told Hana and Heejin, who exchanged knowing glances.

“Yeah, you got time, the venue won't open for a couple of hours.” Heejin let you know.

You walked away from the two girls, but instead of getting out from where you came, you went to the snack and beverages table. Ignoring their curious glances, you pulled out a BTS Cold Brew coffee bottle from your backpack and searched for a plastic cup to fill with ice and the drink you brought over. Once it was all ready and closed off with a lid and straw, you dropped your bag on a couch and slipped off the room.

There were so many workers around, all busy and running with their own jobs, you tried to be out of everyone’s way. When you ran into Sejin, you hugged him hello and asked him to take you to the stage.

As you made it to the other side, leaving backstage, you were impressed with the size of the venue, the amount of chairs in the audience and you could already imagine it lighting up with the overhead spotlights and the many lightsticks from the audience.

But you didn’t focus on your surroundings that much, when you spotted the seven men singing on stage. They were wearing their regular clothes, so they didn’t match, but their energy on stage was always the same. All seven were sitting in chairs, as their performance would start out tonight, singing and waving their arms as if the stadium was already filled with ARMY.

Only when the music stopped, Hoseok got up first, being followed by Jimin as they went after Sung-deuk to talk about any touches or changes they wanted to make for the first song, Seokjin and Jungkook started to play fight and kick each other, Tae walked to Namjoon to talk to him about something you couldn’t hear if you tried. Yoongi was the only one to stay on his seat, already pulling up his phone.

He was in the zone. And it was the opportunity you were waiting for.

You used one of the many stairs leading to the main stage to climb up and walk to your second oldest boyfriend. Yoongi didn’t even look at you, so focused on his work, not breaking from his professional headspace.

“You look like you could use this.” you said, making Yoongi instantly look up at your voice.

“Kitten.” his voice came out as a whisper and you grinned.

Yoongi got up from his seat, slipping his phone into his pocket. He was wearing denim shorts that stopped right on his knees, a white t-shirt and a moss green jacket, with a black beanie on his head. His hair was so freaking long it escaped under the beanie and you wanted to touch it.

You always wanted to touch his hair.

Before you could, however, he was holding the back of your neck with one hand and kissing you. It was quick, but was a kiss from Yoongi nonetheless.

“You saw me yesterday.” you told him with a giggle, still holding onto the coffee cup.

“So? Still miss you.” he said against your lips, pulling back when you offered him the coffee again. “This feels like dejavú.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t kiss me last time.”

Of course Yoongi would get what you were doing, of course he’d remember.

All of this, being here, was much too familiar to all of you.

Coming to The Fact Music Awards with the boys was your first official job as Bangtan’s playmate, a whole year ago. You were with them as they pre-recorded the performances for last year’s award show, you watched them rehearse much like they were now. And a year ago, you spoke to Yoongi directly for the first time after becoming his playmate.

You offered him a coffee, just like you had done a couple minutes ago.

“I should have.” he said, brushing his fingers on yours as he accepted the coffee. His eyebrows furrowed as he took the first sip. “Even the coffee tastes the same.”

“It’s supposed to.” you smiled and Yoongi’s lips pulled up on one side.

Before he could ask you about the fact that you brought the same type of coffee you served him a year ago, and before you could get lost in the nostalgia of it all, arms wrapped around your frame. The Jo Malone perfume was enough to tip off Jimin’s presence before his plush lips touched your cheek.

“Our emotional support girlfriend is finally here.” your boyfriend was saying as he squeezed you. “Thought you’d only get here at show time.”

“I still have to learn my speech for the award–” you were saying as you turned around in his arms, breath caught in your throat as you looked at him. “I keep forgetting your hair is red.”

Jimin was smiling as he held you with an arm around your waist. His hair was an auburn color he got done for the Busan concert coming up, but he’d show it off at the award show tonight. You were glad he hadn’t cut it too. In fact, you were glad none of them had a haircut in months.

If it was up to you, it would stay like that.

Your presence didn’t stay a secret for much longer, each of your boyfriends coming over to hug you and kiss you hello. You hadn’t seen them all in the same place for weeks now, from all of your trips with each of them, to their separate work schedules. And you missed this.

So much.

You got back to Sejin once they had to carry on with their rehearsal, as their time window was getting smaller and smaller before the gates opened for the audience to come in.

Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling nostalgic as the manager said:

“I hope you’re proud of yourself.” Sejin told you, eyes never leaving the stage. “I know I am.”

“Sejin-nim.” you cooed, looking at him as he avoided your gaze.

“You have grown a lot since the first time we met.” he continued. “I don’t mean just career wise, but as a person. You opened up a lot, despite everything. Became someone I’m glad to have worked with. Someone I’m glad to call a friend.”

The strongest word that came to mind when you thought about Sejin was gratitude. You were grateful for everything he did for you, since your very first day. From controlling the bickering boys from fighting over you, to understanding when you needed to take a step back, then for going beyond his job description to make sure you were safe; either from Jia or the news websites that put out things about you.

He was never afraid to call HYBE’s lawyers or implement security measures, as long as you were protected. The manager was the one to give you an access card to the company building when you stopped working there, and he always put in a good word for you to Bang PD and other higher ups.

“I know you care for them like family. So thank you for accepting me.” you said, stepping in front of him and hugging him.

Sejin was a little shocked, as you had never hugged him like that. But after he saw it was okay, that you wouldn’t find it inappropriate –you had been the one to initiate it after all– he hugged you back.

“You’re family too, I hope you know.” he said with one last squeeze.

“I know.” you smiled at the manager as you pulled away. “So are you.”

The rest of the rehearsal went by without any more touching moments and you weren’t able to stay much. Once word got around that you were already in the building, one of the producers of the award show asked to see you so you could go over your participation in tonight's ceremony.

He took you backstage to show you where you were going to go through, explained you’d be given an envelope with the results, but you were supposed to give a little speech before giving out the award. Everything was quite straightforward, nothing that worried you too much.

Until he said:

“If you’re met with a black ocean, you just carry on. Try not to let it get to you.” those words were enough for it to get to you. “Just go in, say your words, announce the award and step aside.”

“Oh, uh, okay–”

And just like that, the director was taken away to talk with another presenter. And you were left nervous and worried.

You were sure he didn’t have any ill intent and probably said that to everybody going on stage. Black Ocean was a dreaded term in the kpop industry, as it meant the turning off of lightsticks and phones, resulting in a completely dark audience. That was the way for the fans to show their lack of support or displeasure with whoever was on stage.

You weren’t a kpop artist, you would never have anything close to your own lightstick, a black ocean wasn’t a concern for you; until now. This was a music award show, which meant every single audience member most likely brought the lightstick of their favorite group, the stadium would be lit up with them during the whole show.

If all of them went down and off the moment you stepped on stage, you didn’t think you’d be able to carry on as normal. It would crush you.

“There you are.” the hand on the low of your back felt like home, as did the kiss on the top of your head as Taehyung reached you. “Been looking for you. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, all good.” you swallowed your nerves and pushed a smile on your face. Worrying about this right now wouldn’t change anything. “Is everyone in the dressing room?”

Tae nodded, circling your waist with his arm so he could lead you to your room. “Things are going to get a little crazy out here, the gates are opening.”

You followed him to your shared room and things were still particularly quiet there. You had learned by now that there was a lot of waiting involved in ceremonies like this.

BTS wasn’t going to be a part of the red carpet this year, since their rehearsal slot didn’t allow them enough time to go out of the venue to get ready and then come back. Besides, being on a red carpet meant having to do interviews and when your relationship status would most likely be a subject of questions, plus their impending military situation, it was best to avoid getting asked questions altogether.

Inside the dressing room, everyone was busy with their own tasks. Heejin and Hana were looking over printed pictures of what you knew were the makeup and hairstyle looks you were supposed to have tonight. Other makeup and hair staff were getting their stations ready to start working on Bangtan.

Jin and Jungkook were brushing their teeth, Jimin and Hoseok were still having something to eat, Yoongi was just finishing his coffee cup and Namjoon was in a corner speaking to himself; or practicing his speech for the many awards they were most likely to receive.

The award show had started about thirty minutes ago, PSY was just on stage to receive an award for That That (which he thanked Yoongi in his speech), and TNX was just introduced to perform.

The dressing room had a TV right in the middle so everyone there could watch what was going on on stage and so that no one missed any cues. The boys were going to be the last ones to perform, and your category was the very last one to present, so all of you had a lot of time in your hands.

All of you were ready and dolled up; the boys wearing pretty suits and you in a dress that cost more than your rent and you’d have to return it to the designer at the end of the night.

You were on one of the couches, sitting between Hoseok and Seokjin.

“Are you all really wearing your rings?” you asked as you held each of the men’s hands in one of yours.

“Of course we are.” Hobi told you proudly, showing off his couple's ring with a stone that matched one of yours. “You’re wearing yours too.”

“Yeah, because I never take it off.” you told him, admiring the ring on your finger in the hand that was holding Jin’s.

“Neither do we, sweetheart.” Jin chuckled, as if it was obvious.

“I know, but this is an award show.” you insisted, looking around the room and counting the other five rings in the hands of your respective boyfriends. “There are hundreds of cameras around. Literally.”

“You don’t want people to think we’re dating?” Hoseok pressed with a little smirk.

Before you could answer, Jimin chirped: “Bit late for that one.”

It wasn’t a big deal, you guessed. BTS was a group. They wore matching clothes and matching jewelry all the time. No one would bat an eye about the matching bands they were sporting on the ring fingers of their left hand. And your ring was distinct enough that one might not make the connection at first glance.

But ARMY didn’t believe in coincidences. They found a reason for everything.

“It’s going to be fine.” Jin must have sensed your uneasiness and brought your hand to his lips. “We might as well announce our relationship to the world on that stage tonight.”

“Very funny, oppa.” you giggled at his joke, but his own laugh didn’t follow.

You looked at Hoseok after more laughs didn’t follow and he avoided your eyes. You looked at Jimin after that, on the couch across from yours and he looked away from you instantly.

“Please tell me you’re not out of your minds–” you started, being interrupted by the call of your name.

“Someone is looking for you.” Hana was the one calling for you, near the entrance of the dressing room. Whoever it was, didn’t want to come in.

You excused yourself from your boyfriends, promising them you’d get back to that subject once you were back. Holding your long dress out of the way, thankful you didn’t need to put on your heels until it was time to step on stage, you walked to where your best friend was.

You guessed it must be another playmate from Nolichingu, as ever since you posted to social media that you were attending the award show, old friends from your past-agency were coming over to greet you and catch up.

“Yell if you need me.” Hana whispered when she pushed the heavy curtain out of the way for you to step outside.

The statement left you confused until you saw who it was that was standing outside the dressing room.

You should have known they would be here, you had seen their group’s name on the list of performers and you knew they were up for some awards as well. But to see them right there, actively looking for you, surprised you.

“Hi, noona.” Felix said first, with that sweet and angelic smile of his.

And you were brought back to the last time you saw him, in the building of the mental health clinic you now shared, the conversation you had about patching things up, where you both apologized for your past mistakes.

“Look at you, Lixie!” you chirped, opening your arms to hug the younger man. His relieved breath as he hugged you back was proof enough he was worried about your reaction.

“You did always like it when I wore a suit.” he said and you saw the blush on his cheeks as he pulled away.

“Are you his bodyguard or can I get a hug too?” you turned to Chan, who was standing behind his friend with crossed arms.

“Get in here.” the leader opened his arms for you, his serious, and highly intimidating, stance breaking into that soft smile you were used to getting from him. “I missed your annoying ass.”

“At least you missed me.” you giggled, being engulfed by his strong, masculine perfume and even stronger arms.

You hadn’t seen Chan ever since that fateful New Years Eve party where the fight broke down and Bangtan and SKZ clashed. Chan wasn’t exactly part of the fight, but he was extremely protective of his younger friend, so the mood could be tense and weird between you.

You could only guess Felix had told him about the two of you patching things up and as much as you wouldn’t become as close as you once were, you were civil with each other.

“Are you really presenting an award tonight?” Felix asked as you pulled away from Chan before he could playfully mess up your hair as he used to do back in the day.

“I am! The Daesang.” you nodded, slight nerves coming back.

“Wow, that’s a big deal.” Chan said, impressed. “We’ll tell Stays to be kind to you.”

“You think they won’t be?!” you gasped.

Of course their fans knew you were Felix’s former playmate, the fight was all over the media and you were right in the middle of both groups. Ever since then, nothing else came out about you and Felix or the rest of the group. As far as the public knew, you might be mortal enemies.

Well, that was one fandom you could expect the turning off of lightsticks from. You doubted you’d see a single Nachimbong lit up for you tonight.

“We’ll make sure they are. We can post a selca together, the three of us, and everyone will see there’s no bad blood.” Felix said and Chan snickered.

“Dude, she has seven boyfriends, quit trying.” Chan said, which absolutely mortified Felix.

Chan always knew of the younger man’s crush on you, which was reason enough for him to tease Felix. When Felix squealed in a surprisingly high pitched tone, he continued:

“It’s bad enough we’re performing the song you wrote for her tonight, in front of them.”

“Excuse me?!” you gasped yet again, looking from one man to the other.

“Did you listen to Case 143?” Chan asked and Felix looked like he was about to pass out.

“Okay, we need to go–” Felix was pulling the other man by the arm.

“That’s a good idea.” a new voice, deep and serious, spoke from behind you, bringing shivers to your skin.

You didn’t need to look at your boyfriend to know Namjoon was crossing his arms to his chest to appear bigger. You also knew it was his protective and slightly possessive side that was making his voice drop and his stance hard.

The tension in between all of you grew tenfold.

Chan puffed his chest and Felix avoided looking at anybody. This reaction was expected, tension was still high between all of them. But this was not the time or the place for another fight to break out.

“Baby, you remember my friends Chan and Felix, right?” you pretended normalcy, sending your boyfriend a look that told him to behave.

And, to your surprise, Namjoon relaxed. At least a little.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Namjoon forced a smile and bowed to both men, at least able to show respect.

The other two did the same, but had to move out of the way as more of your boyfriends started filtering out. You were mortified they might be coming to check on you, in case Hana told them who you were talking to. Seeing your frown, Namjoon explained:

“The Global FanNStar is being announced soon and we’re up for it, so we need to be close to the stage in case we get it.”

“Ohh, good luck.” you smiled at all of your boyfriends, who were forming a protective circle around all of you.

The clear display of possessiveness made Chan chuckle and pat Felix on the shoulder: “We should get going.”

“Yeah, okay.” Felix nodded and turned to you. “Good luck tonight. You’ll do great. Fighting!”

“Thank you, I’ll see you guys later.” you said with a little wave.

As Felix and Chan walked away, your seven boyfriends were called by a staff member of the show to follow her. You exchanged touches and looks with the seven, wishing them good luck, and made it back to the dressing room.

You were sweating when you fell to the couch, a little bit of the tension from the encounter trying to leave your shoulders. Heejin came to where you were and touched up your makeup and fixed a few strands of hair that moved out of place. On the TV in the dressing room you watched as your boyfriends won the Global Fan award.

And Jin won the FanNStar Choice Individual award after that. And BTS kept winning every award they were up for after that. You kissed and hugged each of them whenever they walked in and out of the dressing room; Heejin’s nightmare as she gave up on fixing your lipstick before you actually had to go on stage.

Almost four hours into the show, Bangtan took the stage and you had to put your heels on as it was almost time for you to follow them.

Your hands were clammy and your heart was beating fast in your chest. Half of it was for your own sake, you couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of a black ocean. And the reason you chose to focus on, was watching the boys performing Yet to Come and For Youth.

“Please don’t cry, I didn’t use waterproof mascara on you.” Heejin said, standing next to you.

“I’m fine.” you lied.

It was impossible not to be moved when watching the seven men you loved, doing what they were born to do, having fun with their fans, singing, rapping and being generally happy. The last several weeks they were all apart was proof enough that moments like these would be rare from now on. After the Busan concert, you doubted you’d see them on stage like this in the next couple of years.

A fact that absolutely affected all of you; based on the staff and Sejin’s reactions as you all watched them on the television right behind the stage.

You decided to focus on how they looked instead; all in shades of blue and black as they had changed outfits right before going out there to perform.

Before their performance was even done, you were called to take your place at the actual back part of the main stage. You were given the envelope, which you couldn’t open yet, and your heart was in your throat.

Everything after that passed as a blurr and next thing you knew, the presenters of the award show were announcing your name and the LED panels in front of you were parting for you to walk out to the main stage.

You didn’t have to hold onto your dress, as your high heels made it so it wouldn’t actually drag on the floor. You had a brave smile on your face, that did not show what you were feeling inside. After the initial blindness from the stage spotlight, you were terrified to find a dark audience.

But your breath was caught in your lungs as you saw nothing but lights. ARMY Bombs everywhere, and other lightsticks waving in the air, as well as cheers that were warm and welcoming enough to make your walk a little more confident.

You stopped in front of the microphone stand, holding the envelope with both hands in hopes of not shaking in front of so many people and the many cameras pointed at you.

“Hello, my name is Yn, it’s nice to see you all.” you started speaking and had to pause as new screams filled the space. The same reaction every presenter had so far, which made you happy. “Firstly, I would like to thank you all in the audience and at home for being with us this evening. Now, for the grand prize of the night… Every artist in this category has shown memorable performances, powerful lyrics and undeniable talent. This award is another way to value the work you all put into this year, and the hope you’ll carry on stronger and greater in the future.”

There was more applause as you finished your small speech and you were very proud of the fact you didn’t stammer or stutter.

“And the winner of the grand prize is–” you started, opening the envelope in your hands. And ARMY could see it in your face before you read their name, pride and love stamped in your forehead. Still, you read: “Bangtan Sonyeondan!”

The cheers and screams were so loud you didn’t hear anything but the buzzing on your ears. Or maybe it was your pulse going crazy as you looked to your right and saw the seven men who held your heart walking towards you.

A little tap to your left brought your attention to the staff holding their trophy and you took it from them so you could hand it to your lovers.

There were a few things you noticed as you watched them rush to you. Jimin and Hoseok were waving and smiling to their fans, Yoongi was quiet as always, Jungkook was blushing and grinning, Jin was serving handsome face. But Namjoon…

Namjoon looked nervous.

Not the good kind of nervous.

And with so many cameras around you, there was no way you could ask him what was wrong. Luckily he was the first one in line, walking straight to you. Instead of taking the trophy first, he hugged you. Really hugged you. The kind that showed everyone you were close.

Hands on your waist, face on your ear as he whispered:

“Trust me.”

“Congratulations.” was your answer, as you knew the cameras were on you and people could read your lips.

He smiled and got the prize from your hands, giving space for his members to hug you too, one by one. Hoseok held you the tightest, lifting you off the floor to make you giggle. Jimin held your face with both hands and you panicked thinking he might kiss you, but his lips were on your cheek. Taehyung was chewing on an imaginary gum and smirking as he hugged you, kissing your forehead and squeezing your waist. Jin sent you a flying kiss before hugging you too. Yoongi was pushed to you by Jungkook and you were the one throwing your arms around his neck and whispering another congratulations.

Jungkook was the last one on the line of hugs, and he was clearly feeling bold as his body hit yours with too much force, making you stumble on purpose so he had to hold you harder. His eyes slipped to your lips and you were shaking your head. But he didn’t fucking care.

You felt his warm lips on the corner of yours; not a direct kiss, but way too much for a national broadcast. He was giggling as he let you walk to the side and let the seven of them be the only ones on frame in the main stage.

“...and I’ve met many artists who were so cool before us and this year I’m not sure if we’ve done promotions that were cooler and better than them.” Namjoon was speaking to the microphone as you finally stopped blushing enough to pay attention to their acceptance speech. “But still. We’ve worked hard for ten years, so we will think that it is the result of you showing your love, thankfulness and heart.” the leader said and the audience screamed and clapped. When he looked to the side, directly at you, your stomach did a flip. “We want to say a lot of things, honestly on a lot of things as we’ve always done, but we aren’t able to do that right now. But very soon, a lot of things will fall into place and I think we’ll be able to tell you all honestly as we always do.”

Each of the members spoke a bit, thanking ARMY, thanking each other, talking about their hard work to put together the Busan concert on the 15th of october. They were all done, and then Namjoon took the mic to speak again, breaking protocol; something he had only done once before.

During his last ending ment in Las Vegas, when he sent a message to you.

“I can’t forget to mention that this is the fifth consecutive year we’ve won the Daesang award, and to receive it from our baby just makes it even more special.” he said and your eyes widened when he threw a new look your way. “We love you, baby. And we love you ARMY. See you in Busan.”

A/N: About next chapter... Please get the tissues ready and don't hate the author!!

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lookedlikeanamericansinger

3 years ago

A Twice Broken Man

summary: Knowing what will happen if Hydra ever captures him again, Bucky asks the impossible of you. The road to recovery is not an easy one. pairing: bucky x reader warnings: smut (18+), canon level violence, mentions of torture, PTSD symptoms (nightmares, dissociative episode), suicidal thoughts, trauma recovery a/n: this is the dark and sad one I was warning you about. please check the warnings

There’s a hand on your forearm, a slight squeeze, and it takes you a minute to register that it is Bucky’s hand, that it is his thumb brushing in sweeps over the goosebumps on your skin. It’s cold, calloused, still as gentle as he’s ever been, but there’s a nervousness there, a hesitancy, and it runs like ice in your veins.

Time stands still for an impossible minute and you realize you’re taking too long to respond. Ocean blue eyes search yours with a cautious concern and you’re certain you’ve never heard anything worse than the request Bucky has just asked of you. Your stomach wretches as the words echoes in the back of your mind, threatening to tear you to pieces.

He parts his lips, hand trailing in gentle sweeping motions down your arm, and he asks again.

“Sweetheart please. I can’t go back to them. If it ever comes to it, I need you to do this for me.”

You close your eyes. Tears sting over the bridge of your nose. He should have waited for another time to ask this. Not when you’re both laying between sheets, bare and flustered, hearts still racing, the feel of him lingering between your legs.

It’s an impossible question but he’s asking it anyway.

He’s asking for you to end his life.

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lookedlikeanamericansinger

3 years ago

when is harry going to do the world a favor and cover sex on fire

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lookedlikeanamericansinger

3 years ago

late night ‘swim’ // vinnie hacker

warnings: light angst, smut, f!ngering, degrading, unprotected, seggs in a hot tub :|

vinnie x fem!reader (best friends) [18]

a/n: THIS IS LONG , 2 requests i merged tgt cos they were similar!! hope you all enjoy mwah <3

like & reblog !! please this took days :)

2 hours. just a 2 hour trip to this beach house the hype house had rented and your best friend, vinnie, invited you to come… and how could you say no?

you were excited to finally get out of basic LA scenery, but the 2 hour drive was hell. absolute hell.

for some reason, your group decided to take vinnie’s bmw there, and laugh out loud that was a bad idea.

there were about 3 cars driving there. you were in vinnie’s, who was driving. jake was in the front while you were squished in the back with jett. plus, the heat didn’t make anything better.

vinnie was trying to be optimistic about this whole trip and everything, but he officially lost it when his car broke down for the 4th time.

“i can’t fucking do this anymore!” vinnie ran a hand through his hair. the car was pulled over to the side of an empty highway, and he cussed as he kicked some rocks on the ground.

“jett, switch with me.“ “dude, are you okay?” jett confusingly got out of the car. “i’m fine, thanks,” vinnie huffed, taking his shirt off before he sat down in the seat next to you, panting.

“you good, vincent?” you asked with a chuckle, trying to lighten the tension, but vinnie just shot you a ‘not right now’ glare, and you rolled your eyes.

“it’s gonna get better, v, i promise,” you tried to reassure him as the car started up again, this time jett driving. “guys, how much longer till we’re there?” “about.. 35 minutes,” jett spoke as he switched the gears.

“so fucking tired,” vinnie groaned, scooching himself closer to you then leaned his head onto your shoulder. you quickly nudged it off, the feeling of his sweaty body making you cringe.

vinnie furrowed his brows at you, confused. “sweaty,” you gagged, and he rolled his eyes, putting his head back down on your shoulder.

“vinnie, stop. you’re sweaty as hell.” you pushed him away again, and vinnie was fed up.

“it’s not the end of the fucking world, y/n!” he shouted, catching you— everyone in the car off guard. you gave vinnie a ‘seriously’ look and scoffed, “jett, stop the car.” “why—“ “just stop it.”

jett pulled over to the side, allowing you to get out, and you swapped spots with jake, sitting in the front seat now.

vinnie started to calm down a bit and kissed his teeth before he spoke, “look, y/n, i’m so—“ “save it,” you cut him off as you plugged your phone into aux and turned the volume all the way up, drowning out any other noise in the background.

“fucking, finally!” you sighed of relief as jett put the car in park, and everyone practically jumped out of the car. you stretched your arms and thanked jake when he dropped your 2 bags next to you.

you sighed, standing in front of the tall beach house when you felt someone’s presence behind you. “we’re still sharing a room, by the way,” vinnie mumbled lowly in your ear before quickly passing by you and went straight into the beach house.

you rolled your eyes as you picked up your bags and walked in, noticing that everyone was already there, meaning you guys were the last ones to arrive.

“hey, mia!” you saw her standing in the kitchen. she smiled and waved when she saw you. “hey, babe! how was the ride?” “it was… interesting,” you forced a chuckle, and she laughed along with you. “which room am i staying in, again?”

“last door on the right…” you whispered to yourself as you made your way to the room.

sighing, you opened the door and quickly shut your eyes when you saw a clear view of vinnie, who had just pulled his swim shorts up. he cussed when he turned around and saw you.

“how long have you been standing there for?” vinnie nervously asked as he faced you. you just scrunched your face, putting your bags down and looked for a certain black bikini in your bag and found it.

“one bed, seriously?” you scoffed as you headed towards the bathroom to change. vinnie shrugged and rolled his eyes, leaving the room.

“ah! jack, put me down!” you squealed as jack had thrown you over his shoulder, in an attempt to get you into the ocean.

“jack, i swear on your mother, if you don’t put me—”“alright, alright,” he laughed, letting you go gently on the sand. you glared at him, but it didn’t take you too long to burst into laughter yourself.

you got up from the sand, brushing it off of your thighs and turned your body around slightly to get a view of your ass, brushing the sand off of it also.

when you turned back, you noticed vinnie staring daggers at you. his jaw was clenched as his arms held him up on the edge of the balcony railing. when your gazes met, vinnie immediately looked away.

“what’s up with him?” jack asked, referring to vinnie. “don’t know.” you shrugged. the two of you decided to go back inside, and perfect timing since the takeout finally arrived.

“pizza?” “what can i say?” thomas shrugged with a laugh. you chuckled as alex opened one of the pizza boxes, and everyone dug in.

“so, y/n, did you try out the hot tub yet?” kouvr asked you, and you shook your head as you looked out at the large hot tub on the balcony.

“hopefully tomorrow,” you said casually.

you, kouvr, and mia talked some more before you finally decided to get some food, and grabbed a plate and a slice.

“did you guys get any french fries?” you looked around the table but couldn’t find them. “gotcha,” alex spoke, pointing at vinnie, who was sitting on a stool around the bar area… the container of fries in his hands.

you sighed as you approached your boy best friend and realized that you guys sadly didn’t even hang out today, for some reason.

“gimme some.” you playfully reached your plate out to him, but vinnie completely ignored your presence and continued to watch the movie that was playing.

why the fuck is he ignoring me?

“v, are you okay?” you quietly asked as you put your plate down on the counter and gently placed a hand on his knee. “look, i’m sorry for what happened in the car earlier, but you can’t ignore me forever,” you said clearly, but he stayed quiet.

“dude, you invited me to this shit. talk to me, vinnie, for fucks sake we’re sharing a freaking bed tonight!” you slightly raised your voice, and it felt like a miracle occurred when he finally turned to look at you.

though all he did was shrug. “my bad,” vinnie mumbled, putting the container of fries down and moved your hand off of his knee. “vinnie—” you tried, but he got up and walked away.

it was usually easier for you to fall asleep, but tonight wasn’t it, and vinnie’s constant tossing and turning in bed really wasn’t helping. “shit,” you whispered to yourself as you checked the time to see it was 2:47 AM. you sighed as you laid on your back.

thankfully, vinnie stopped turning around, and he was finally comfortable laying down on his back, just like you.

“i can’t sleep,” vinnie suddenly let out a low breath, and you simply scoffed, not knowing what to say since you didn’t want to risk vinnie being mad and ignoring you again.

silence quickly fell over the room again. you felt yourself finally dozing off when vinnie had to speak again.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, turning his body to face yours, and you took a breath before slowly turning on your side to face him.

“it’s okay.” you gave him a gentle smile, and admired him and how his features looked so godly in the moonlight.

“you tired now?” he asked. “well, i was… but you woke me up.” you kissed your teeth, but noticed vinnie grin. he abruptly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, coming out with his swimsuit on and tossed you yours.

“put it on, we’re going swimming.”

“this isn’t swimming,” you laughed as vinnie helped you into the hot tub, beaming smiles on both of your faces. “shut up, it’s the same thing,” he lightly chuckled as you bit your lip, and you dipped your body into the water.

“feels nice, right?” vinnie raised his brows. you sighed and mumbled a ‘mm-hm’ as you moved around in the water a little bit.

“turn the jets on,” you whispered, nodding your head forward. “can’t, y/n. the noise will wake everyone up,” vinnie whispered back, and you could see him quickly swipe his tongue over his bottom lip.

“c’mon, they won’t even hear it,” you insisted, a pleading look on your face. vinnie rolled his eyes as he reached out of the hot tub and pressed a button, the jets immediately starting up.

“c’mere,” vinnie suddenly mumbled and gestured for you to come closer to him. you giggled, making your way towards him, and out of nowhere, he pulled you onto his lap.

“is this okay?” he said lowly in your ear as you relaxed and rested your back on his chest. you nodded as vinnie carefully placed his hands on your waist.

“i like night swims,” you teased as you leaned your head back on his chest. vinnie chuckled and began to draw circles on your upper thigh gently.

you got yourself comfier on his lap and sighed from the feeling of the jets and warm water. everything was so soothing, but the tension between you and vinnie seemed more different than usual.

after a few minutes, you could feel vinnie’s breath on your neck and his grip on your waist tighten. you tugged at your bottom lip, trying to relax again— but the feeling of your bodies pressed together and the way his hands were placed on your waist, you couldn’t help but slightly move on top of him and a low groan fell from his lips.

you didn’t acknowledge it, but vinnie’s grip on your waist loosened… instead, his fingers started to lightly play with the strings of your bikini bottom. you bit your lip again, trying to hold back any sounds that could accidentally slip out.

vinnie’s fingers lightly treaded over your skin and would ‘accidentally’ make contact with your area. you squirmed on top of his lap, causing him to let go of the strings and hold you on him again.

suddenly, you felt something pressing up against under you, and it didn’t take you long to figure out what it was. his bulge was pressing hard against you, and you couldn’t help but whimper when he started to lightly tug on your bikini bottoms again.

“can i?” he suddenly mumbled in your ear, and you nodded your head slowly as his fingers crept their way to the inner side of your bottoms.

“s-shit,” you whimpered as his index finger swiftly ran up your slit, and you couldn’t help but rock your hips gently on him again.

vinnie lowly chuckled, “i can’t tell if you’re actually wet or if it’s just the water.” “mm, v.” you threw your head back on his shoulder, softly laughing with him. his finger continued to play with your wetness… when your eyes made contact, he stopped.

you suddenly gasped and shut your eyes when you felt vinnie’s finger push into you, and you moaned when he started to move it back and forth.

“shh, stay quiet for me, love,” he huskily whispered into your ear and lightly bit your lobe as his finger moved steadily in you. “f-fuck, vin.”

the pace increased, and you couldn’t help but let out low whimpers as his finger now moved swiftly in your pussy.

your hand gripped his thigh for support as he added another finger in you. “please, v-vinnie,” you moaned his name quietly as he started to suck feverishly on your neck.

you immediately grabbed onto the back of his neck with your other hand for support as you felt your body become unsteady on his lap. the feeling of his bulge pressing against you was very much still there.

“sh-it, i’m s-so close, v.” you stifled out a moan as vinnie’s fingers moved at just the right speed, giving the perfect amount of pressure, and your eyes rolled back as you felt your high overcome you.

“finish on my fingers, baby, c’mon. just like the good little slut you are,” he grunted, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly and gasp when you felt yourself release. “f-uck, yes!”

you panted and tried to regain some composure as you came down from your high. vinnie pulled his fingers out and admired your wetness on his digits when it finally hit you what just fucking happened.

slowly turning around to face vinnie, both of you were speechless. your eyes were locked, before his eyes quickly flashed down to your lips. you didn’t waste a second before closing the space in between and smashed your lips together.

vinnie’s hand went straight to your neck, and guided you to straddle his lap. your fronts pressed together, and you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck as his other hand cupped your ass and stroked it eagerly.

your fingers tugged at his damp curls lightly as your hips rocked against each other. the feeling was intense yet euphoric, at the same time.

vinnie’s groans had set you off the hook, and you desperately wanted to hear them again, causing you to palm him. you got what you wanted. he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes were shut and one more groan left his lips before he spoke.

“ride me.” “i-in the hot tub?” “I’ll help you.”

you pressed your lips together and nodded your head. vinnie grinned as you lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to move his shorts to his knees and you watched intently as his cock sprung up, his tip leaking with precum. how tf is that supposed to fit?

vinnie then untied your bottoms strings, making them fall off completely. you scoffed as vinnie tossed them at the patio door and raised your brows as he swiftly licked his lips and shrugged.

your thighs were placed on either side of his while vinnie’s hands were now placed on your waist. your eyes were locked as you hovered over him, both of your privates exposed. his grip on your waist tightened, and you held in a breath before sinking down onto his hard.

“shit.” “oh fuck.” your mouths both formed into ‘o’s as you slowly sank down on him completely. you squirmed, adjusting yourself to his size, causing vinnie to let out a throaty moan then bite his tongue.

whimpers left your lips as you settled onto vinnie’s cock. getting used to the feel of his dick stretching you out, moving up and down a couple times before finally feeling comfortable. all pain had turned into pleasure.

vinnie started off by slowly rolling your hips on his, causing you to bury your face into his shoulder, soft moans leaving your lips.

“r-right there, oh-oh fuck,” you moaned into the crook of his neck as he started to thrust upwards in you.

“do i fuck you good, love? is this how you like it?” he grunted in your ear as you bite down onto his shoulder, trying not to let out a glass shattering moan that would surely wake up every beach house, on the coast.

“you have no fucking clue how long i’ve been waiting to fuck this pretty pussy, baby. so-so fucking tight,” he grunted again, making it even harder for you to stay quiet. “o-oh.”

“let me see you, love,” vinnie murmured as he stroked your ass, and you slowly lifted your head off of his shoulder, but your eyes were shut tight.

vinnie suddenly squeezed your ass, wanting you to look at him. your gazes met, and you opened your mouth to say something but nothing audible would come out.

“let me hear you,” he whispered, and you nodded your head as he thrusted hardly up into you. your eyes rolled back and a pornographic moan left your lips, causing his cock to throb in you.

“more,” he grunted sternly, thrusting upwards again, and you immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for support. “mmf, vin— r-right there.”

you started to lightly bounce, but vinnie was still in full control. his large hands still gripped your hips steadily and rocked you back ‘n forth. profanities and low moans leaving his plump lips, every few seconds.

he was so caught up in the pleasure he was feeling, vinnie didn’t even realize that his control was slipping from his grasp, and that gave you the opportunity to bounce yourself at your own pace.

“fucking slut thinks she’s the boss now, hm?” vinnie grunted, frustrated that he couldn’t take back his control and gritted his teeth as you continued to bounce on him. you felt weak for a second, slowing down a bit but got back into it right away.

“pathetic, little bitch,” he scoffed. all you could do was whimper as your hands grabbed his shoulders harder, your bouncing actions never faltering.

“riding me like—“ “just shut up and let me make you feel good,” you whined, cutting him off and quickly pecked his lips a few times. still going up and down on his dick.

vinnie moved all your hair onto one shoulder before gently placing his hands on your hips again, willingly putting you in charge now.

the sound of the bubbling water and jets muffled the echoes of your clapping skin and made your moans seem barely audible, as the pace of your bouncing on him started to pick up even more.

“you’re such a whore for me, you know?” vinnie grunted with a grin on his face. “and what about it?” you whimpered. “i fucking love it,” vinnie replied with a smirk, squeezing your hips, and you bit your lip.

vinnie instantly moaned when you clenched around him, his moans making you want to return the favour of pleasure even more. you switched your rhythm to grind on him now, rocking your hips against his swiftly, and his grip on your waist tightened as he felt his high getting nearer.

“holy fuck, y/n,” he groaned as you titled your head, sucking on his neck and grunts wouldn’t stop leaving his lips.

“cum in me, vin,” you whimpered in his ear and started to roll your hips with more force. his grip on your waist tightened even more, and you purposely moaned in his ear as his cock hit foreign places, deep inside of you.

“baby, i’m so fucking close,” vinnie grunted loudly as his hips began to stutter. “just like that, y-yeah— fucking hell— y/n!” he moaned loudly as his cock started to twitch, and he released up inside of you, painting your walls white.

the bouncing came to a stop, and the both of you were left in the bubbling hot tub, panting and rushing with adrenaline. your hands had to hold onto his sturdy shoulders to keep you up.

a few seconds later, you started to laugh and a smirk crept up on your face, vinnie mirrored it before pulling your face back to his and pressed your lips together.

you went back to the state of tugging his curls as you made out, tongues dancing together, and moans sending vibrations throughout your entire bodies— when all of a sudden, the upstairs lights turned on. you could hear multiple voices, and immediately pulled away from vinnie’s plump lips.

vinnie cussed, and you were still straddling his lap as you turned to see the awake beach house. just your luck, the hot tub timer finished and the jets slowly came to a stop. “no way this is happening.”

“we’re screwed.” vinnie ran a hand through his hair, and you looked down to see a clearer view of your bodies still attached in the water.

“vinnie!” you whisper-yelled sternly, nudging his chest and told him to look down. “y/n, what— shit,” he whistled as he looked down at your connected bodies. his eyes quickly flashed to the door where he threw your bikini bottom. you laughed and shook your head when he looked back at you with a guilty apologetic look.

vinnie was trying to think of a solution to cover— but the only thing he could come up with was to grab your ass with his full hands and relied on you to cover him, as his dick stayed limp inside of you.

at that moment, you both looked up and watched as people started to make their way onto the upstairs balcony. a few cussed when they saw the position you two were in but some just laughed their asses off.

“oh shit!” “is that y/n and vinnie?” “fucking nasty!” “they’re so cute!” “in the hot tub, rlly?” “me next!”

“what the fuck did you do guys do!?” thomas yelled, from the upstairs balcony, and everyone laughed.

you stuttered, not knowing what to tell them. yeah, so basically… casual night swim turned into my best friend fingering me and then i rode him in a mother fucking hot tub at 3am, the usual, you know!

thankfully, vinnie came to the rescue.

“just making my girl feel good,” he teasingly yelled with a chuckle, smirking as he turned your chin to face him and suddenly brought your lips to his.

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HEY BESTIES lmk what u think bc i’m overthinking again ahhh mwah DONT FORGET TO LIKE <33

TEXTS BETWEEN HARRY AND Y/N OVER THE YEARS

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

FETUS HARRY AND Y/N: fluff, suggestive themes. (2009/2010)

FRATBOY HARRY AND Y/N: fluff, angsty, sexual themes. (2012/2013)

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lookedlikeanamericansinger

2 years ago

SO BEAUTIFUL

IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK; SINCE FOREVER.

this took me ages so never underestimate instagram concept writers, i hope you like it and don't forget to leave feedback cause i'm soooo prouddd! <3 ( harry's masterlist ; since forever p1, since forever p2 )

AUGUST 16:

A couple of months ago, the wife and photographer of the superstar Harry Styles declared on her social media that she would take some time without taking photos of her husband in the middle of his concerts (but she would continue with the ones from behind it). But that wasn't all, Y/N Y/L/N Styles (28) was stopped seeing so often by fans, now enjoying the shows on the side of the stage so as not to draw too much attention, and sometimes not even showing up.

This raised suspicions of a possible breakup and divorce between the couple, since it's rare that they aren't seen together or interacting, since they have been doing it since Styles (he) was part of One Direction.

They both keep talking about each other, and she keeps posting photos of him she took on her photography account, but we think it's just a game to keep the world from talking about their divorce.

So, ladies, get ready because it looks like Harry Styles is finally single for the first time since we've known him!

A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO:

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ltupdates: LOUIS AND Y/N TODAY AT THE ITALY AIRPORT!!!!!!

louisfan1: SHE'S GONNA BE THERE FOR HIS LAST CONCERT.

louisfan2: I WANT A BESTIE LIKE Y/N.

louisfan3: crying.

louisfan4: Why does she have to be everywhere.

louisfan5: LOUISY/N SUPREMACY.

louisfan6: this makes sense after that e!news article.

louisfan7: @/louisfan6 Do you really believe a word they say? lol

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ltourupdates: Louis at tonight's show looking for Y/N and talking about her!!

"My best friend Y/N's here tonight! she's been putting up with me for years if you know what I mean... I just wanted to say a massive thank you to her for being here tonight, everyone please make some noise for Y/N Y/L/N!"

louisfan1: he loves her so much <3

louisfan2: i want this friendship pls 😭

louisfan3: Y/N PLEASE MAKE THAT 1D REUNION HAPPEN.

louisfan4: the fact that she SCREAMED the bigger than me lyrics... same sis.

louisfan5: @/louisfan4 she's one of us.

YESTERDAY:

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wownews: Harry Styles and wife and personal photographer Y/N Y/L/N Styles seen together at Venice for the Venice Film Festival.

harryfan1: WE FINALLY SEE THEM TOGETHER AGAIN.

harryfan2: @/harryfan1 IK RIGHT? WITH Y/N'S BREAK WE NO LONGER SEE HER IN CONCERTS :(

harryfan3: @/harryfan1 @/harryfan2 Does anyone know what's the reason for her break?

harryfan1: @/harryfan2 @/harryfan3 Nop !

harryfan4: HER STYLE 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

harryfan5: omg the baggy clothes are back 💓

harryfan6: People died.

harryfan7: SHE'S GOING TO THE FESTIVAL W HIM????????!!!!!!

harryfan8: @/harryfan7 she's not! probably staying in the hotel 😕

harryfan7: @/harryfan8 the last time yn didn't walk a red carpet with harry was the dunkirk one because anne went with him, this must be serious...

TODAY:

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ynandharryupdates: Y/N and Saturn on her instagram story confirming rumors that she won't be attending the Don't Worry Darling red carpet!

harryfan1: this is so sad i was expecting content from my fav couple 🥺

harryfan2: i love saturn he's da best

harryfan3: I need to know the reason behind this asap

harryfan4: she's probably tired bc of all this days out partying with louis 🤣

harryfan5: GUYS HARRY JUST ARRIVED THE FESTIVAL GO CHECK TWITTER!!!!

harryfan6: @/harryfan5 whAT

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hsupdates: Harry talking about Y/N today at the Venice Film Festival:

"Well, uh, my wife is not coming because she just wanted to take a break from all the cameras and I think it's totally fine. I'm the one who has to live with it, not her. But, yeah, she's probably watching this while taking care of our baby– Hi love!"

harryfan1: I LOVE HOW THEY SAY THAT SATURN IS THEIR BABY!!! WKLWKTLKKWKSJS

harryfan2: BABY SATURN 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

harryfan3: what if they're talking about A baby..?

harryfan4: @/harryfan3 don't joke like that girl.

harryfan5: I LOVE THEM FUCK E!NEWS AND ANYONE WHO REALLY THOUGHT THAT THEY BROKE UP THEY'RE LITERALLY MORE IN LOVE THAN EVER AND HAVE A BABY KITTY NAMED SATURN BECAUSE OF TAYLOR SWIFT'S SONG !

harryfan6: @/harryfan5 u ok

harryfan5: @/harryfan6 NO

harryfan7: Can we please talk about Olivia's face when he started talking about Y/N 💀💀💀💀

HOURS LATER...

AND, FINALLY:

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harrymybeloved: HARRY AND Y/N AT THE PREMIERE OF DON'T WORRY DARLING!!!!!!!! SHE'S PREGNANT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HARRY'S GONNA BE A DAD!

harryfan1: I CANNOT EXPLAIN THE SHOUT THAT CAME OUT OF ME

harryfan2: I'M FUCMIGMR CRYING

harryfan3: LOOK AT THAT LITTLE BUMP OMG 🥺

harryfan4: we've lost him.

harryfan5: @/harryfan4 he was never ours.

harryfan6: DILF & MILF.

harryfan7: AND SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO PRETEND SHE WASN'T COMING ????????? I LOVE HER BYE.

harryfan8: 4/5 ONE DIRECTION BOYS ARE FATHERS.

harryfan9: PLEASE GUYS YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE RED CARPET VIDEOS HARRY CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF OF HER AND HE'S SO SMILEY

harryfan10: BEST. SURPRISE. EVER.

harryfan11: SO HE WASN'T TALKING ABOUT SATURN WHEN HE SAID "OUR BABY" ????????

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harrysupdates: "We thought we had to be honest and we needed to get it off our chests. We couldn't take it anymore, we're having a baby! Doesn't that sound amazing? I still can't believe it, she chose me, you know?" — Harry talking about Y/N and their baby today at the Don't Worry Darling premiere ❤️ (he was also looking at her while speaking).

harryfan1: he loves her as much as the first day...

harryfan2: Now this, this is real love.

harryfan3: OH TO BE CARRYING HARRY STYLES CHILD.

harryfan4: still shaking

harryfan5: ok but florence touching her belly??? i love them <3

harryfan6: I WANT TO REINCARNATE AS THAT BABY.

harryfan7: 2022 is their year.

AFTER THE PREMIERE...

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harrystyles: BABY STYLES. JANUARY 2023.

harryfan1: SHE'S ALMOST FIVE MONTHS 💔💔💔

yourinstagram: WHY DO YOU ANNOUNCE THEM AS IF THEY WERE A SINGLE HARRY.

harrystyles: @/yourinstagram I don't know about a single, but I'm going to write a whole album about them, that's for sure.

harryfan2: @/harrystyles @/yourinstagram MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS.

harryfan3: He's gonna be the best dad ever :(

louist91: Finally the world sees my godson/daughter!!!! Love you lads!

harryfan4: @/louist91 LOUIS IS THE GRANDFATHER KSKLENPEIEKYMEKT STOP THIS MADNESS

annetwist: My babies are having a baby 🥰❤️

zayn: I don't know about the rest but I'm the grandfather of that baby 😆

harryfan5: Y/N HARRY IS A DILF THANKS TO YOU.

yourinstagram: @/harryfan6 always a pleasure 😌

gemmastyles: I'm crying, my little bro is not so little anymore.

niallhoran: The secret's out! 💖

taylorswift: PREPARING THE SEWING NEEDLES!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

harryfan6: @/taylorswift OMFG TAYLOR

harryfan7: @/taylorswift Y/N'S GONNA FREAK OUT.

yourinstagram: @/taylorswift LOVE YOU FOREVER 🤍 PROMISE YOU MY CHILD WILL HAVE THE BEST MUSIC TASTE EVER.

harry_lambert: 🐇❤️

yourinstagram: baby daddy, we love you so much ❤️‍🩹

harryfan8: September 5 2022 you will be remembered as the best day ever.

florencepugh: milf material.

harrystyles: @/yourinstagram Stoooop, you're making me blush. I love you both so much. Xxx.

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remember when i said that everything would be a secret and y/n wouldn't assist to the red carpet? well, i lied 😌 tbh this was an unexpected thought but i love how everything turned out, except that i wanted to put more photos but the limit of the app didn't let me so there will probably be a second part.

please leave feedback, see you in the cheating!harry one shot :)

love u guys, uma ♡

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lookedlikeanamericansinger

1 year ago

t amo cuti quiero ser tu mujer