First of all: Sorry. I can’t believe this took so long. I mean… it’s 3 pages long now, sooooo… am I forgiven? Also, this one isn’t as Mashima-ish as I liked it to be… it’s hard trying to keep up his style and I slipped on this one here and there. Please forgive me.
With that said, once again, I allowed myself to tag you lovelies unasked. Now please, (thanks again to @proudtobeaginger for the inspiration) enjoy some more alternate FT538.
(The setting? After rewriting the book, halfway on the guild, assuming Natsu hasn’t joined yet.)
request: “Hey can I request prompt 92 with Draco Malfoy? It’s okay if you don’t want to 😊” - by anon
a/n: what do you mean it’s okay if i don’t want to? OF COURSE I WANT TO IT’S DRACO MALFOY. (hope you like this ahaha. also, let’s just pretend they’re not 14-year-olds in this imagine bc it takes place in the goblet of fire lol)
92. “Not that I’d prefer him, but he is definitely more handsome than you are.”
“Draco, look! There he is!” you whispered to the boy beside you, slapping him repeatedly on the arm to gain his attention while your other hand was pointing quite excitedly to the middle of the Great Hall where the Durmstrang students were now doing a very impressive entrance.
Draco Malfoy scoffed, scowling at the sight of Viktor Krum walking along with his schoolmates. To be honest, he was definitely jealous by how you were giving the International Quidditch player so much attention as soon as he arrived that Draco didn’t even bother to please you by joining along the cheering.
“Holy cow.” you gasped just as Viktor Krum took a seat not far from yours. “Do you think he’ll sign me an autograph if I walked out there and asked, Draco?”
“I don’t know, Y/N. Why don’t you throw yourself at him and try?” he deadpanned.
You sent him a glance of annoyance before leaning in slightly on your table to look sideways where Krum was chatting with some of your housemates already.
Draco scoffed, “What’s with him, anyway? Anyone could play Quidditch -”
“You got to be kidding me!” you cut him off. “No one plays Quidditch like Krum. And not only that, he is so …” you dreamily stared at him.
“What?” Draco urged you to continued and finally, you flickered your eyes on him to see that he was grimacing.
“Handsome.” you grinned.
Draco clenched his hand into a fist. “Y/N, you might want to check your eyes and visit Madam Pomfrey.”
You laughed at his expression, placing a hand over his. “Come on. It’s not that I’d prefer him, but he is definitely more handsome than you are.” you carried on teasing him.
For a few weeks now, you and Draco had been going on dates after admitting to yourselves that the both of you indeed fancied each other much more than a friend. That was why he was so jealous and you were having so much fun knowing that he was, much to his disapproval.
“Hey,” you shook the hand you were still holding when he gave you no response, the platinum haired boy didn’t look at you as he glumly picks on his food. “Draco, I was only kidding.”
“Didn’t seem that you were.” he murmured.
You were biting your lip to fight off the smile that was beginning to show. “Of course, I was. You are definitely, no doubt, one hundred percent, more good looking and attractive and handsome than Krum.” you over exaggerated, finally making Draco to look at you.
You could see that he was trying hard not to laugh. “You are ridiculous.” he said, only chuckling.
“Am I forgiven then?”
Draco smirked. “I’ll think about it.”
“Now you’re the one being ridiculous.”
“Well, sorry, but I’m not the one who was fawning over another guy when she already has a boyfriend.” the scowl was on his face again.
"Boyfriend.“ you repeated. “Is that what you are? Because honestly, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend.”
Draco was about to say something but decided against it, closing his mouth afterwards.
Truth was, you were right. The two of you have been dating for a moderately long time now and still he hasn’t bothered to ask you to make it official which made you annoyed a little bit. But even though you felt that way, you never confronted him about it - until now, that is to say.
“I thought I didn’t need to ask.” he murmured after a good minute.
“How come?” you crossed your arms.
Draco turned to you. “Because I thought we already were. I mean, Y/N, we’ve been kissing and going on dates - isn’t that what couples do?”
"Yeah, but -“
"And you know I’m only yours.” he raised an eyebrow.
You blushed in embarrassment and also because of his statement. “Okay, fine, I’m sorry. It’s totally my fault.”
He snorted. “Well, now that you mentioned it. Would you be my girlfriend?” he was now grinning.
"Your lack of romanticism still amazes me, Malfoy. Jeez, I was kidding.“ you quickly added the last part when he gave you the look. "And yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“Good.” he was about to lean in and give you a kiss when your eyes widened and you pointed behind him.
He rolled his eyes and cut you off by pressing his lips on yours like originally planned. Some of the Slytherins that were on the table whistled and shouted at the scene in front of them while you laughed against the kiss, the both of you pulling away shortly after.
Your eyes were shining and your cheeks were crimson red. “What was that for?” you asked him breathlessly, Draco shrugging with a smug grin on his face.
"Had to show Krum that you’re taken, of course. It occurred to me that he might be the only competition that I’m going to have.“
"Believe me, there’s no competition.” you assured him.
Draco nodded, leaning away from your face to start eating again, holding your hand the whole time as Viktor Krum walked passed behind the both of you.
I stop my car two miles out of town and climb out to pace up and down, shaking my hands at my sides and trying to pluck up my courage. I’ve had five hours of driving to think about what I’m going to say to him. All night long when I couldn’t sleep. Several hours last night of wine drinking and packing and two very drunk and unhelpful friends who suggested everything from grovelling to serenading him to Jo’s plan of just stripping naked in front of him. Why am I friends with them again?
Reggie Mantle x Reader:
PART THREE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK
A/N: I really hope you guys are liking this imagine. In the comics Ricky and Vicky are the names of Reggie’s parents, so that’s what I named them. Although the character of Riley I totally made up because in the comics he only has a brother. Also if you guys have requests please send them, so I can start working on them (on any Riverdale character)
You were walking along a sidewalk in the chilly night, the wind was leading the leaves from south to west. You were trying to figure out why you’re parents agreed to such a thing. Thoughts started flooding your mind, Did your dad need the money? Were you guys becoming broke? When did everything change between you and your parents? Did Reggie agree to this? How could he? How DARE he? Your first boyfriend would be Reggie? Were you going to accept it? What happens if you don’t? How will your friends react? What about Veronica’s crush on Reggie? What about me? You thought.
“Ugh mind shut up!” you spoke to yourself with a sad look on your face, the wind blowing against your face.
The night got frostier every second you walked away from your house.
Back home Reggie was fidgeting in his chair.
“What happened to (Y/N)?” Riley spoke up
“Nothing Honey” You mom answered “she just needs to think some things through, how about you go to the living room” she continued, while taking Riley away from the dining room.
“I’m going to check on (Y/N)” Reggie declared about to get up from his chair, but Mr. Mantle interjected.
“Are you really that terrible, she stood up and left?” He stated with venom in his words.
“Now Ricky, how dare you speak to Reggie like that? I’m sure she just isn’t attracted to him” Mrs. Mantle added not helping Reggie out “Reggie I thought you said you would fix this?” she added on with a disappointed look shooted at Reggie.
“You guys agreed that I would plan this, my way, no contract.” Reggie stated with anger in his voice as he stood up and walked out the door to look for you. The chill of the night worried Reggie, since you were wearing a dress. His pacing became faster because he didn’t want you to freeze.
Reggie’s POV I could see her walking away, she was shivering, she lifted her hand up to her cheek like she was cleaning a tear of her face. I couldn’t help but take blame for this, if I would have warned her, told her why I had been ignoring Ronnie was only because I wanted her. I had my chance, but I was too scared and now our parents made it worse. End of POV
Reggie sprinted towards you, took off his blazer and placed it on your shoulders.
“Thanks” you croaked, putting it on correctly. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle because he was bigger than you, meaning it fit big and some of the sleeves went on even after your arms ended.
The silence that followed was deafening. You both just stood there staring at each other. Until you decided you needed answers.
“Why? Reg?” You questioned him with a sad look on your face.
“I’m… I’m sooo sorry (Y/N), I really am” he declared letting out a sigh.
“Well okay, forgiven, now are you going to answer my question” You questioned him again.
“I… I…” He stuttered, not knowing what to say.
You decided to ask him everything that was in your head
“Why me? Why the contract? What if I don’t agree to it?” He looked at you with a sad look on his face that you didn’t catch because you kept rambling questions at him “Does my dad need the money? Do you know something I don’t? What about Ronnie? If I agree to this for my parents, she’ll… she’ll hate me! What do your parents want from me? Did you agree to this contract? Did…” you stopped rambling as he put both of his hands on your shoulders.
“Please (Y/N)” Reggie pleaded leading you to a bench on the sidewalk.
Reggie just stared at the ground with sorrow in in his eyes, so you did what you’re used to doing when Reggie was sad. You shifted yourself and hugged him. He hugged back squeezing you tightly rubbing his hands on your back. You missed his tight hugs ever since you drifted apart. The hug lasted about a minute until you pulled away.
As you pulled yourself away you grabbed his chin your hands warm against his cold chin, and you both stared at each other and spoke “What’s going on Reg?”
He sighed and you both looked away from each other staring at the dim lighted street.
He later put his hand on your thigh which sent electricity all over your body and you turned your head to look at him.
You couldn’t help but let your mind start racing. The way the light was hitting his face, the wind in his luscious black hair. What does this mean? You thought to yourself. Do you like Reggie? More than a friend? Could this arrangement work? Does he even he even like you like that? Ronnie would hate you? This could cause a drift between you and your friends? Your neutral standing ground would be ruined? Would you just be a cover to his attitude? Is Reggie only acting like this because of the contract? Will he change if you accept?
“(Y/N) I like you” He told you with longing in his eyes disrupting your thoughts “I have since the day we went camping, I have hated myself for becoming who I am and ignoring you”
(I will write so much fluff, you will taste marshmallows for a month!!!! It will start sad but I will make sure to end it on a sweet note, just for you! ^_^ Mod Firefly)
Silence…That’s what was happening between them and Hanzo as he does not realize that it was killing them because all they wanted to do was help him after he was caught crying by them at about 2 am. “My love, you should return to bed.” He instructs as he hold his box in his hand with an intent to go practice. They shook their head and looked at him. The anniversary of Genji’s ‘Death’ was around the corner and it was killing him to relive the memories.
“Dearest, please return to bed, you are tired that you can barely stand so you are in no condition to even nock the quiver to the string.” They explain as he shakes his head and goes to continue training, leaving them alone and hopes that maybe he can open up finally and won’t keep shutting them out. He wishes that he would return to his usual serious self and not this person they wished he was not. That is when an idea came into their mind and went to set their plan in motion.
He returned a few hours later and was surprised by the sight before him. They had been asleep at the table with a box in front of them along with several pieces of crumpled paper. They were looking through a box of memories that Hanzo thought was hidden before he saw that it was that of the ones from Genji. He silently cursed his brother but something caught his eye before walking towards them and among them was a note addressed to him. Cautiously, he took the note and read it while preparing him some tea.
I know how hard this time is for you but you do not realize that it is a hard time for me as well. I have been with you for the past 2 years and I have stood by you without so much as a peep when you are upset but tonight, when you left me alone in the training room, I felt my heart shatter far worse than I have in the 2 years together but I am keeping to my promise, I will never leave you.
I know that Genji was your brother and that you still blame yourself for that but you were under the rule of your own clan and I know how strong you were appear. I stood by your side and I am not leaving now. Genji is here, he has forgiven you but you refuse to forgive yourself which makes me feel like I am failing as your partner.
Genji told me that you used to look forward to my visits when I was at another base but now, I come home to the man who I love drinking his pain and memories away instead of talking to me. I want to share your pain because it is not right that you take mine and hold that in while you harbor yours.
Do you remember our first fight? The day I accidently spilled your tea and ruined a kimono that Genji got you. You told me to get out and never come back but do you remember what I did next? I apologized, fixed my mistake and stayed by your side. I will fight for our love but Hanzo, why do I feel like this love is becoming a burden to you? Is it because the pain is better than me?
Hanzo, I will change, I will be a better partner and I will become more submissive if that means I get to keep you and not see you like this. Hanzo, I love you and I will never stop loving you.
Please, don’t let me go…I love you
He looked at their sleeping form to see that there were tears that were drying from crying and that broke his heart. Yes, he had focused on himself and did not see how much he was hurting his beloved. He was trying to punish himself but ended up punishing the love of his life in the end when he walked out on them, causing him to be no better than what he thought. But it was the last little paragraph that broke him.
They were willing to change, to become something they are not because they loved him. He did not want them to change. He loved how they laughed at how he would show up the others during training. He loved how they would prepare his tea just like he enjoys it. He enjoyed meditating with them after a long day and somehow, they both hold hands. He wanted nothing more now than to kiss them, tell them that he is sorry and that he loves them.
“H-Hanzo?” A soft voice says as they wake up from beside him and suddenly they rush to him, wiping his eyes and asking what is the problem. He did not realize he was crying and it was in that moment, he grabbed them in a hug, apologizing for hurting them and telling them to never change.
“Hanzo, can we please go to bed and talk about this after a few hours of sleep?” They said as a slight yawn comes from their lips and he chuckles softly and holds them close, telling them that it was perfect and that they could talk during breakfast tomorrow after meditation. They smiled and lead them to bed, holding him close and finally falling back to sleep as he held them close in his arms.
He has made mistakes in the past, some mistakes he still is trying to find redemption for but when it comes to them, he will move the sun, the stars and the moon if they would stay in his life. They were what will keep him sane and keep him being himself. He wanted nothing more than to keep them happy and know that they are loved. “I love you Hanzo” was mumbled from inside his arms as he smiled and he knew that with those words, they would never leave.
“I love you too, my beautiful love…sleep sweetly for me.”
For the first time in 10 years…his heart can finally feel some bit of peace.
Summary: “We got stuck in the rain because you just had to have your candy, didn’t you?”
In a span of five minutes, I let out another sigh as I watch the raindrops pour down in front of me. The sound of it is soothing and makes me want to fall asleep right there and then, but I couldn’t. Not when I had you to protect.
I glance at my side, finding you eating happily on the candy we went to the nearest convenient store to get. Sensing that I’m staring, you slowly avert your attention from the sweets to me. You give an innocent smile while I frown at you.
“This is all your fault. You just had to go to the store to get your candy, didn’t you?”
“Seungcheol,” You whine, grabbing hold of my arm and placing your chin on my shoulder. “You said I could.”
I sigh and look away, only making you let out more whines of wanting my attention.
“Couldn’t you just have waited until morning to get them?”
“Having candy in the morning isn’t good for you, Seungcheol.”
“That goes for night time as well, love,” I hum, looking back at you. Only to have my heart melt at the sight of you pouting. You bite your lip as you come up with an idea. You smile and wrap your arms around my arm. I raise an eyebrow, curious as to what you’re up to.
“Would a kiss make up for it, my cutie of a boyfriend?”
I pout and look away to hide the blush running across my cheeks.
“Come here, then,” You chuckle and cup my face to bring it back to you. I smile softly as we lean in for the kiss. It’s a quick peck, but it’s enough for me to forgive you. “Am I forgiven now?”
“No,” I tease, making you let out a whine. You pout, pulling me back and forth in protest.
“But you like kisses!”
“You got us stuck under the rain, so I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you,” I hum and cross my arms, shaking my head.
“But I shared my candy with you!” You huff and stick your tongue out at me. Angry, you turn back to your candy. “I won’t share with you anymore!”
“Aw, love. I was just teasing. I love you.”
“Oh, so all of a sudden, you love me now? How interesting.”
“I’ve always loved you,” I say and your eyes widen as you freeze. You let out a huff before going back to your candy.
“I got you there,” I smirk and poke your cheek.
“No, you didn’t.”
I chuckle and look back at the rain. It’s raining even harder now and by this rate, I’m not sure we’ll even get home. I check the time on my watch to make sure we don’t stay out here for too long.
“We should’ve gone earlier.”
“We would have if someone didn’t try to hug down all the members. Admit it, they like me better.”
I scoff. “Who says?”
“Says all of them, I’m the better parent.”
“I can take back your candy.”
“You’re the best parent, Seungcheol!”
“Thought so.” I smirk in triumph and you wave it off, not giving it a second thought when candy’s involved. I let out another sigh after admiring the rain. “Ah, we should’ve checked the weather forecast before going out.”
“Live a little more spontaneously, Seungcheol,” You tease and I scoff. I put my hand on your face and you groan, pushing it way. “I was joking!”
You glance around, admiring the rain as well. “When do you think it’ll stop pouring?”
“I hope it’s soon, I want to go home.”
“To cuddle with me?”
“Why do that when I have twelve children to do that with?”
“Yeah, but they don’t kiss you like I do.”
“That is a fair point,” I trail off and you smirk.
“This is kind of nice.”
“Being stuck under the pouring rain is nice?”
“Well, since it’s with you, it is. Everything I do with you is fun in some way even if we end up cuddling all day,” You shrug. “You make life worth living, Seungcheol.”
You continue eating as if you just didn’t spill out those words. I stare at you in surprise, touched that I made you feel that way. I grow shy, but of course, I wasn’t going to show you that.
“Oops, I almost forgot that I didn’t offer you any candy,” You mumble and raise the bag to me, staring with those innocent eyes of yours. I’m a little taken back by your cuteness, so I bite my lip to hide the smile that’s tempted to be seen.
“It’s okay, those are all yours.”
“Okay, suit yourself,” You shrug and I let out a breathe I didn’t realize I was holding. I take a moment to collect myself. My, are you the cutest thing in the world.
After several more minutes of sitting in silence, you grow tired from the soothing noise of the rain. You lean your head onto my shoulder after the candy is put away in the bag. You hum, hugging onto my arm and smiling tiredly at me. I raise an eyebrow and you chuckle.
“Although you seem annoyed with me and complain about my silliness in moments like this, you still love me even if you won’t admit it.”
I scoff and bite my lip as a soft smile creeps onto my lips. You let out a soft laugh and turn to press your cheek onto my shoulder. I place my hand on top of yours, rubbing circles onto it as I kiss your temple. You hum tiredly while your eyes start to droop. I chuckle, nudging you to tease you. You whine, nudging me back and going back to sleep.
I admire you a little while longer, looking over all the features I loved about you. My heart swells as you let out a small yawn and hug me a little tighter because of the decrease in the temperature.
“You know, baked goods aren’t really going to make the situation better.”
Baekhyun frowns and glances down at the cake he presented you with a mere two minutes ago. He worked hard on this thing, dammit, and he thought that it would be a great way to apologize. After all, who doesn’t love cake?
“But it’s your favorite!” he whines, punctuating the end of his sentence with a pout. “Funfetti cake with a thin layer of chocolate icing. Kyungsoo helped me make it.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Did he also help you decorate it?”
Baekhyun coughs and turns his head to try and hide the sudden flush of his cheeks from you.
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know. :)
eating lunch in your on set trailer when someone knocked on the door.
in,” you called out, expecting Jared or Jensen to come in to have lunch with
you like they did sometimes.
swung open and you looked up to find Jeffrey standing there. You hadn’t seen
him in the month since the con, the night he walked out of your hotel room
without saying anything after your ultimatum.
You were frozen where you sat, confusion and apprehension bubbling in your belly.
Y/N.” He stood just outside of your trailer.
you doing here?” you asked, putting your fork down.
to talk to you.”
back, you nodded and gave an invitation, “Come on in.”
stepped in and, after closing the door, sat down across from you and pulled in
a deep breath. “What if I told you that you were right?” he asked, the words
rushing out in a cluttered mess.
Okay I wrote this quickly as it’s the 1st of November today! THIS IS A SMUT WARNING.
You peeked your head through the blinds as you watched your boyfriend Rami lock his car and jog up the steps to your home.
You tiptoed into position, ensuring all of the lights were turned off as stood in the very corner of the kitchen.
You breathed slowly, your face growing slightly clammy under the thick plastic of the scream mask you’d donned as you listened to his footsteps outside.
‘Y/N?’ Rami called as he unlocked the door.
He repeated your name louder as he made his way down the hallway. He was halfway into the kitchen when he decided to flick the light on.
‘AGHHH!’ You screamed as you jumped out on him.
'What the fuck!?’ Rami yelled, his voice several octaves higher as he jumped back and clasped desperately at the kitchen door handle.
You wanted to continue your torment but the expression on your boyfriend’s terrified face was too much and you doubled over laughing.
'Y/N you could have given me a heart attack!’ Rami sounded somewhere between shocked and angry as he placed his hands on his hips.
You pulled the mask off which had been partially suffocating you, shaking your hair free.
'I’m sorry…’ You trailed off trying to control your giggles as he scowled at you.
'Happy Halloween!’ You stepped towards him to kiss him but he moved away.
'Nothing.’ Rami mumbled, kicking his shoes off.
'I didn’t mean to upset you…’ You awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, eyeing the mask you were holding limply.
'It’s fine it’s not your fault. Sami used to scare me all the time when we were kids. Like constantly.’ Rami had his back turned to you now as he got himself a glass of water.
You took a few steps forward and tentatively placed a hand on his firm shoulder. 'I had no idea he used to torment you like that. I’m sorry.’
Rami turned to you his expression much more relaxed now. 'Don’t be I’m just being lame.’
'I could make it up to you.’ You suggested, leaning in to place a small kiss on his collarbone which was slightly exposed in his loose jumper. You noticed that his heart was still beating fast from where you had scared him.
Rami hummed in response, tilting his head back to allow you more access to his neck. You continued placing more soft kisses.
'I mean, there’s no point letting all this adrenaline go to waste.’
That made him let out a deep chuckle and you felt the vibrations against your lips as you kissed his throat.
'You’re right. But you’re not forgiven yet.’ Rami tilted your chin up to look at him. His pupils were dilated and he was wearing a wicked grin.
'Where do you keep all of your Halloween stuff?’
You raised your eyebrows. 'I’ll show you.’
You led him upstairs, the small space between the two of you buzzing with tension as you led him into the bedroom. It had been a mad rush to find the mask out before he got back and as a result you had Halloween paraphernalia sprawled all over your bed.
'How am I supposed to spread you out on here with all this mess?’ He asked in a tone feigned with annoyance. You bit your lip in response.
That was the confirmation you needed of where this was going and you felt a rush of heat between your legs. It’d been a while since he’d been this dominant with you.
'Put that on.’ Rami pointed to a cheap looking witches dress. You gathered up the dress and made your way towards the bathroom.
'No in here.’
Rami pulled the duvet of the bed and in one swift movement had tossed all of the costume items onto the floor.
You took a deep breath and began to undress as he lay down propped up against the headboard.
'No underwear.’ He chided and you slipped off your bra and underwear, trying to ignore the scratchy feeling of the cheap material against your skin.
Rami smirked at the sight of you in the embarrassingly short dress.
You rolled your eyes in response. 'I look ridiculous.’
'Be a good girl. And get on the bed.’ Rami was stood up now, pacing the bed like a predator as you sat in the middle.
'On your knees.’
You positioned your self and tried to focus on the sounds of him behind you. You could hear the sound of a jingle and throbbed slightly when you realised he was undoing his belt.
'Good girl.’ He whispered in a low voice and lifted your ankles, allowing him to tie them together using the belt.
It took you a moment to realise he was enquiring about the tightness of the belt.
He pushed the dress up your back, exposing your behind as his hands roamed over your cheeks kneading them softly. You let out a small sigh wishing his hand would travel lower but he was just toying with you for now. After a few moments he stopped and you could tell by his footsteps that his pacing had resumed.
'Spread your cheeks.’ He instructed.
You tried to widen your legs but the belt kept them securely together.
'With your hands.’ He added with a light slap to your behind.
Your face pressed into the duvet uncomfortably as you reached behind you and gently parted your cheeks. You heard let out a quiet groan along with a rustle of fabric which meant he was probably palming himself already. The thought made your face burn red.
'How do you feel?’ His voice sounded slightly breathless now and you were certain you could hear the quiet sound of skin slapping as he jerked off behind you.
'Exposed.’ You replied, knowing he secretly enjoyed it when you sassed him.
'Colour?’ He asked, gently running a single finger over your slit which made you gasp and press your face further into the bed.
'Play with yourself.’ He kept his palms pressed flat against your cheeks, keeping them apart as you gladly pleasured yourself relieved at the fact he was moving things along.
You fingered yourself slowly, the angle awkward due to your face down position. Rami kept one hand on himself and one gripped your thigh as he leaned forward and gently lapped at your clit. Your back arched in response, pushing yourself onto his tongue.
Rami hummed in amusement at your actions, gently pulling your fingers away and replacing them with his tongue. You whimpered at the feeling of being ravaged by him, your hips bucking against his mouth as he strong hands pinned you down. You hated the fact you weren’t able to see his face as his tongue flicked against you.
Being bent over made you feel lightheaded as you began to tense up. Rami lapped at you enthusiastically, groaning quietly when you came all over his mouth. You thighs convulsed and relaxed rhythmically as you rode through it, panting heavily when the feeling eventually wore away.
'You’re perfect baby.’ Rami whispered, kissing the back of your thighs gently as you caught your breath. 'Colour?’
'Green.’ You panted earning a gentle bite on the sensitive skin of your thigh.
Rami stood up, taking himself in his hand and pressing the hard wet tip against you. 'This is what you do to me.’ His voice sounded ragged now as he rubbed his length against you.
'Please…’ You begged, desperate to have him inside you already.
He slid into you immediately, clearly as frustrated as you are as he stretched you out. 'So tight.’ He grunted in a strained voice, holding your hips tight to keep you still due to the boneless feeling in your legs effecting your balance.
'Harder.’ You gasped out, arching your back until he was all the way in and stilled for a moment.
'Rami!’ You groaned as he began to fuck you at a punishing pace, the sound of his name from your lips only driving him on further. You were already tensing up to cum again, the tightness of the belt around your legs making sure he hit you deep every time.
'Wanna see your face…’ Rami breathed, pulling out of you as you rolled onto your back. He held your legs together straight over his shoulder and thrusted into you as he sat almost upright. The position felt incredible and you came immediately, arching your back off the bed in ecstasy. Rami pumped you a few more times before cumming with a strained 'fuck’, his hips moving lazily against you as the warmth spread inside you.
Your legs were cramping badly by this point from being tied together and Rami sensed your discomfort. He sat up and gently removed the belt kissing your calves as he checked for bruised.
'Are you alright my love?’ He enquired, brushing the hair out of your face as you caught you breath. It always astounded you how quickly he reverted back to his normal self after these encounters.
'Yes.’ You smiled cupping his cheek as he turned and kissed your palm.
Rami let you come down from the intensity of a few moments ago whilst he went to fetch a damp flannel and gently wiped you down, offering a few tender kisses in between. You’d never been happier to take that cheap outfit off.
'Am I forgiven now?’ You teased later on as you lay on his chest, fingers drumming across his chest.
'Well I suppose.’ He replied sarcastically earning a playful slap from you.
You could hear the smirk in his voice as he stretched his arms out and placed them behind his head.
Park Jimin’s eyes carefully analyzed the messages between himself and Yoonji as he sat slumped over his desk. As his eyes read over her quick responses, Jimin was skeptical, of course…
Yoonji was his closest friend and he was the same to Yoonji. They’d met back in high school when Yoonji transferred to their prestigious little school, all dolled up in her school uniform and positively dripping with a malevolent spirit. She was cold, she was cruel, she once choked out the poetry boy for spilling water on her during his very… emotional reading of a love letter he’d written for her. Yoonji was definitely out of Jimin’s league and anyone else’s, but that didn’t stop Jimin. He was in love…
But, of course, Yoonji wasn’t meant to be courted.
How you and Sirius had ended up in the supply closet of Professor McGonagall’s first year class was a funny story. Well, not really. Sirius had dragged you in there between classes to make-out and before you knew it, students were filing in and you two were trapped in a tiny room.
“I’m gonna kill you,” you hissed as you heard Professor McGonagall quiet the students so she could start class.
“Relax, love, it’s not that bad,” he assured as he made a show of making himself comfortable on the ground. He was resting against the cabinet, legs spread out leisurely in front of him, arms folded behind his head. “Now, come join me!”
Huffing you went and sunk down to the spot next to him, arms crossed and legs folded under you.
He watched you, his eyes sparkling, as an idea began to form. A way to make it up to you.
“Aw, don’t be mad!” he pecked your cheek.
“I’m not mad, just disappointed that I’m dating an idiot,” you grumbled.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not funny, Sirius! We’re stuck in here and we’re missing our own class!” you reminded him.
He ran a hand through his thick hair, somehow tousling it even more perfectly. He sighed, “You’re right. I’m sorry, love. Really.” His rolled up sleeves accentuated his forearms and honestly he couldn’t have looked any better.
“It’s okay,” you conceded after a moment, “I’ve just been really stressed lately.”
He nodded before his cat-like smirk returned. Pulling you into his arms, he seated you squarely between his legs. “Let me help with that,” he murmured against your neck as he pressed soothing kisses against it.
“Sirius, no! We can’t.”
“Why not? You said yourself we’re stuck in here until class ends.” His hands trailed up and down your sides, sending chills across your body.
“What if they hear us?”
He shrugged, “You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you?”
You wanted to stop him. Images of McGonagall walking in on you two were starting to manifest in your head. But, Sirius’ calming voice and lustful touches were proving to be too powerful to resist.
“Come on, (Y/N), let me make this up to you, yeah?” he pleaded against your ear.
When you melted back against him, he knew he’d won.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, “so pretty.”
You whimpered when he sucked on your sweet spot near your collar bone.
“Shh,” he cooed as his hands trailed down to the waistband of your skirt.
“Open your legs for me,” he instructed and you did as if in a trance. “There’s a good girl.”
He ran a few fingers over your clothed core before sliding them into the band of your underwear.
“Already wet? Dirty girl,” he teased. His digits trailed along your folds, relishing in the slickness. He toyed with your clit before easing a finger into you.
You moaned and one of your hands made its way to his hair.
“Shh, quiet, kitten, we don’t want to permanently scar some innocent first years, do we?”
You shook your head as he slipped in another finger. He curled them expertly as he’d done so many times before and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.
“Close?” he breathed before nibbling on your earlobe.
“Yes,” you responded in a daze.
Thumb tracing patterns on your clit, he moved his fingers in and out at an agonizing pace. Taunting you, bringing you ever closer to the edge without actually letting you get there.
“Please, Sirius?” you begged as your hips bucked to meet his fingers.
“Cum, (Y/N). Cum for me,” he coaxed.
Your body writhed against his chest, back arching, head lolling against him. Your grip on his hair tightened and his free arm held you firmly in place. Riding out your high, Sirius watched you awe. The way your body reacted to him. The way he cold make you fall apart with just a couple small movements and a few encouraging words. He would never tire of it.
You let out a shaky breathe as Sirius kissed your cheek.
“Am I forgiven?” he nuzzled into your neck.
“For now,” you whispered as you turned yourself around in his lap so you could kiss his soft lips.
by anon: Hello, Ash! How are you? Could you please write something about
Scotland being out of Russia 2018 and Jack being sad about it? Maybe the reader
making fun of the situation at first but trying to comfort him later because
she sees how sad he is and she, a football fan as well, knows how bad it feels
when the team you love loses. Note: I was so rooting for them to qualify for
the World Cup even though I’m not Scottish (latina here).
AN: Since this isn’t classified as a “real argument”, merely
a cheering up session with ya boi, I made it a bit odd and went off on a
tangent lmao. Again, disclaimer, I love tummies for some reason (already
mentioned in the end of The Capture) so forgive me for projecting a little.