okay so, dis gonna be my faves I’ve read recently with a variation of series, oneshots, smuts, fluffs, etc… None are mine, the url of the author will be by the title of the writing. Also, I'm a multifandom hoe so, I’ll try to have a mix of my favorite groups in the list, but for now its mostly exo and bts. Enjoy ya nasties xoxo.
reader applies and gets a job at sin city, her sweet and dangerous moves make the owner jimin break some of his own rules because of his attraction to her, 10/10 would recommend to anyone in the kpop fandom, favorite series ✩
airplane crash au, you’re stranded with Jongin after being the only survivors of the accident and learn how to live with eachother but feelings get caught up in the middle, smut torwards the end, amazing plot
incubus!yoongi, you summon a demon just for funs and now he’s stuck in the ground half naked and he’s obligated to stay with you until he sexually satisfies you, read it even if you aren’t a yoongi stan, this had me laughing so hard
soulmates!jongin, in a world full of people with their true love, you and your boyfriend go against the odds and continue dating and as he finds his soulmate, everything gets tougher but not all hope is lost, angsty fluff, its really good I promise
I smirked as my heels clicked on the concrete in the halls of the arena. Seeing that I wasn’t scheduled to fight tonight but instead I had a promo with Dean and Roman, my outfit had to be perfect. My heels made me feel a little bit more superior than my fellow wrestlers and the whistle that just left Finn’s mouth made me giggle in delight.
As I stood in the gorilla waiting for my cue, I checked my reflection once more and smiled as I saw how well my dress hugged every curve on my body. My music pulled my attention away from the mirror and I walked out the curtain to an audience chanting my name.
Barry spends all week during one cycle working on a chemical mixture that would help the cotton-like creatures of this cycles planet stop overheating. He determines that they need a decolorizing agent to make them a lighter color that doesn’t attract sunlight and is harmless. However, since there’s only so much solution and a lot of civilians, the mixture is super potent.
Halfway through completing the mixture he spills a drop on his pants. He watches in fascination as it rapidly spreads across his pants turning them close to pure white instead of blue denim. It wasn’t really an inconvenience but it helped him discover that it had a funky smell so that’s cool.
He decides to take a lunch break and meets the others in the large open-concept kitchen lounge area of the Starblaster. Smelling fantasy stir-fry, he meets Taako, Lup, and Davenport talking and sits by Lup on the loveseat. Adjusting himself before looking at the group, he gets comfortable when all conversation suddenly drops.
“Barrold what the FUCK,”
Taako is the first to speak out of the slack jawed crew members on the couches. Lup’s expression is a strange spread of confusion, shock and interest; Davenport looks concerned; and Taakos expression can only be described as terror and a splash of rage.
“What’s wrong? I don’t-“
Everyone begins speaking rapidly and all at once.
“BARRY YOUR PANTS. I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I CAN CALL YOU BARRY, WH-WHO ARE YOU?”
“Is he sick?? Do humans do that?” Davenport has begun to panic looking at his crewmate. “Magnus and Lucretia never changed colors of their apparel when they were sick, but this is so unheard of for Barry! Barry, are you okay??”
“Babe are you okay? What happened?” Lup is the only one hiding her emotions for the most part. She still holds this deep concern in her eyes, but it’s for Barry’s well being.
“-Guys I really don’t even know how to respond to this, this is because my pants color?” He takes another look down at his ensamble. He’s now sporting his signature white shirt and red robe, but now with a pair of pure white jeans.
“YOUR FUCKING NAME IS BLUEJEANS, YOU WEAR BLUE JEANS, AND I KNOW YOU THINK ITS HOT WHEN MY SISTER WEARS DENIM. ARE YOU SICK, BARROLD?” Taako is practically climbing over the coffee table now in front of where Barry and Lup are sitting, right in Barry’s face. If he didn’t know any better he’d say he was close enough to see small tears welling up in Taakos eyes.
Davenport runs out of the room to get the resident cleric and the other humans, maybe they know how to help him.
Lup goes to hug Taako to calm him down as he whimpers about personal brand and how you don’t BREAK something like that Lulu, how could he break that it’s his own name! It’s like the easiest thing to not fuck up something must be wrong!
At this point Barry gets the message. For decades the crew had gotten so accustomed to Barry and his blue denim pants that it was jarring to see an outfit change. Frankly he was a little offended.
He could have contemplated his closet choices for longer if it wasn’t for Magnus barreling through the door and squeezing him, blubbering something about him being sick and how he’d help him get better if it was the last thing he did. Barry couldn’t have been more done with this situation as the whole room ran around with every member of the ship. Merle cast some spell on him that made him black out and it was three minute before anyone heard him snoring.
“Nick Robinson imagine where Nick asked out the reader on a date (which is his crush) and tells her to meet him at this restaurant and hours past by and he never showed up and the reader is upset bc she thought that he actually like her, but he stood her up. And the next day at school she gave him the silent treatment and smacked him across the face and he try’s to make it up to her cuz he really likes her and didn’t mean to stood her up. The rest is up to you. Srry it’s so long😁” —
“Miss, would you like to order yet?” The smart looking man was once again stood next to my slouched figure, my eyes tingling with tears as the embarrassment settled in.
This was the 6th time he had been over, In two hours. Yep, two whole hours i was pathetically sat at this small table in this stupidly fancy restaurant.
I should’ve left, I know I should’ve. But there was still that small slither of hope tingling within me, the thought that Nick was going to walk through those doors, greeting me with a beautiful smile.
I was pathetic, really. I shook my head at the tall male, gripping my purse in my small hands before hastily walking away from the table and towards the car park. The air was cold and it nipped painfully at my legs and arms, the wind whipping my hair around my face and shoulders.
Clambering into my car I smacked my hand down on the steering wheel in a burst of anger, the action causing the car to move slightly. Taking deep breaths I straightened out my wind swept hair and brushed away the few tears that had left my eyes and raced down my rosy cheeks.
I had been stood up. I should’ve known the moment the notorious Nick, my own crush, had walked towards me and passed me a slip of paper holding the messy scrawl of details for the night.
“A date” he’d said when my face had show utter confusion, “you and me, Saturday night”. The words had caused my heart to pound harder than ever before, a smile stretching on my lips before I found myself nodding. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. How naive of me to agree so soon and believe that Nick actually had a thing for little old me.
Sighing one more time, I shoved my bag onto the passenger seat and started up my car. I ignored the harsh pricking in my eyes and the knot in my chest as I made my way home. Tomorrow was going to be torture.
“Y/N wait! Hey wait up!” Nicks calls echoed in the hallway, dragging unnecessary attention to me and him. I confined to walk, drowning out his persistent calls with my own thoughts. Clutching my books tighter i weaved between students and kept my head down, surely they already knew what had happened.
A large hand gripped my elbow tightly, the action causing my body to jolt and my arms to release my heavy books onto the carpeted floor. They cluttered messily around my feet, the tanned hand still gripping my elbow as I stood still, the hallway now silent.
“Y/N, Please” Nicks voice held desperation yet I still ignored him. He expected me to talk to him after I had waited and been humiliated by him? Huh, No way!
“Go Away!” My voice was harsh as I ripped my elbow out of his grip and collected my books, I knew my face was red with anger and I didn’t even want to look at Nick, it would only fuel my anger towards him more.
“Why are you being like this!? Just-” He didn’t get to finish. The sound of my slap echoed off the hallway walls, followed by people taking in sharp intakes of breath and gasp in shock as they watched on from the sidelines.
“Don’t you dare! Why am I being like this? Oh just piss off Nick!” I had quite frankly, had enough. I wasn’t going to waste my time any longer on someone who wanted nothing more than a joke to play, he wasn’t worth my time.
Nick stood frozen, his hand covering the side of his face that my hand had collided with. He didn’t look mad, just shocked. His dark hair was messy on his head and his other hand was resting slightly on his bag strap, jaw clenched and eyes filled with determination.
I sighed a heavy sigh, “just don’t okay?” I spoke tiredly, Nicks face softening as he watched me turn and walk away from his stiff figure, what now?
“Can I get everyone’s attention.. HEY! EVERYONE!” My head snapped to the sound of the shout, instantly finding the source I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Here we go.
“So recently, I asked a beautiful girl on a date” cheers erupted from the cafeteria as Nick stood high on one of the tables. “She said yes, go me!” He laughed heartily as his eyes searched the room ,skimming over everyone before he reached me.
“I was excited as hell, I mean who wouldn’t be? I booked a reservation and planned how I was gonna look handsome as fu..dge” more cheers. “.. Only, I never turned up” his head Hung lowly as the cheers and chatter turned to boos and “what the hell Nick!” He started to smile slightly at the response carrying on nonetheless.
“I know, I know. I’m an ass” I nodded along with the groups of people, he really was.
“But I want to make it right. Y/N I really am sorry, and I wanted you to know that I really do like you, I have done for a while” scratching the back of his neck nervously he looked my way for a reaction. My heart was hammering harshly against my rib cage as my face turned a bright Crimson colour, oh my god.
“I want to make it up to you.. If you’d let me” everybody’s eyes were now on me, the bar now set higher than ever.
Nick clambered down from the table, his feet speedily dragging over to my own table, standing right infront of my sitting figure.
“How do I know you’re not lying? I’m not going to be let down again-”
Nick cut me off, his smirk appearing as he covered my mouth with his hand.
“If I was lying, would I do this?” I panicked, do what!?
In seconds his lips were stuck to mine, the soft skin of his own meshing with mine to make a sweet kiss. He gripped my cheeks in his hands and mine went to his hair, the kiss deepening.
Was this really happening?? Oh my god!
He pulled away slowly, teasing as he held my bottom lip in his teeth softly before letting go fully and looking me in the eye. We just- oh god I hated PDA! who am I turning into??
“So, what do you say? Will you Y/N Y/L/N do me the honour of going on a- well another- date with me?” His eyes held a lot of hope as he stared up at me, his hands still pressing on my face.
I smiled brightly before removing his hands.
“Nope!” I smiled again, the cafeteria bursting into whispers as they all - still - looked on at the current scene.
“Okay so I’ll pick you up- whAT!?” His face was bright red, confusion clouding his features as he stood up abruptly. He was super tall, his body looming over my own small frame; seeing him wound up was actually hot as hell.
“I’m just kidding you idiot. I’ll go on a date with you. but this is the last chance because I really like you Nick and I’m not going to be mess-” his lips were on mine again in another kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he hugged me closer for the second time in the past 10 minutes.
Maybe there is room for second chances.
THIS IS LAME AF I APOLOGISE !!! ITS 1:30AM AND IVE HAD A SHIT DAY, I always promise to update and write a lot but so much stuff happens and gets in the way:(( I’m a sucky writer and account holder so I really do apologise. Anyway, this was short as heck but enjoy, sorry for mistakes an crappiness:)))
Are you still taking drabble requests? If so, I'd love to see what happens the first time Isak spends the night at Even's 🤗😍
“Are you sure this is okay?”
Even hardly looks up from where he is climbing up his ladder to his bed, tearing white sheets off the corners and throwing them down. Isak barely dodges being nailed in the face, but life is hard and his boyfriend is a brat.
Even peeks down from the rail-side that prevents him from rolling off the bed in the middle of the night, “What do you mean?”
What does he mean? Was Even not there for the stare-down his father totally gave Isak? Did he not see the way his dad calmly burned a hole through Isak’s very core? Like his son was pure and virginal and at risk of being defiled by Isak? (Which HA. If there was anyone being defiled tonight, it is going to be Isak thankyouverymuch).
“I’m not sure your parents are very cool with me spending the night.”
This looks like news to Even. His eyebrows shoot up, and he tosses a pillow right at Isak’s chest, “They totally are. They love you.”
Yeah love him from afar. Like in the guest room far. Like maybe not even in the apartment far. "Uh-huh.“
Isak takes a sniff of the pillow, “This smells terrible. When was the last time you changed your sheets.”
Another pillow came flying at him.
“Don’t start with me," Sheets and pillows cleared from the lofted bed, Even began his descent down. (and Isak totally isn’t looking at his ass with every step because he is a respectable boy who would never objectify his boyfriend.) "When was the last time I even slept here? That’s like months of sweat and dirt just sitting there in that case.”
Isak dropped the pillow like it burned him, “That’s fucking nasty. Now I have your germs and shit on me.”
Even snorted, crossing the room to give Isak a quick peck on the forehead before moving into the hallway, "Shut up. One, you love the way I smell. Two, that’s not nearly the worst stuff of mine you’ve had on you.“
Isak grinned and turned the corner to follow him out in the hall, "See, but I don’t consider your come-”
A throat clears and Isak wants to crawl into a hole and die a thousand deaths.
Because Even’s father is right fucking there. A hulking mass (okay so he’s like 7 ft tall and skinny as fuck, but still) standing in the doorway of what must be a guest bathroom or something. Towels are bunched in his hands and a slow flush is creeping up his neck.
But it’s got nothing on the way Isak is slowly turning purple.
He. Wants. To. Die.
He squeaks, “-come..ing. I’m coming, Even, did you call me? I think you totally just called me and I am… on my way. To you right now.”
Even pops back around the corner to witness Isak’s slow dematerialization.
Eskild’s fucking sex talk has nothing on this moment.
And Even, the absolute fuck, just starts laughing his ass off. Right there in the hallway as Isak and his father awkwardly avoid each other’s gaze. Or rather, Isak doesn’t look up from the ground and who the fuck knows where Even’s father is looking.
Even pats his dad on the shoulder, “Sorry, dad. I guess you didn’t need to hear that.”
“Nope,” he clears his throat and Isak looks up just enough for Even’s father to thrust the folded towels at him, “For when you guys shower. Alone. Or not alone- whatever you guys do. Together in the shower.” He winces and covers his mouth, "I’m going to leave now.“
He turns to the living room and marches the rest of the way out of the hallway.
Even and Isak stand in silence for a few moments.
"Oh my god,” Isak whispers, “I have to leave. I can’t ever come back here.”
“Baby,” Even says, and from the way his lips are twitching, Isak knows he’s trying to hold in laughter, “It’s fine. It’s not like they don’t know that we have sex.”
Isak shushes him, “Knowing and knowing are two different things!”
“Well now they definitely know. So it’s not a big deal,” he slides his arms around Isak’s waist and steers him back towards his room, “I’m going to grab the clean sheets. You stay in here and try not to give my dad a heart attack, alright?”
Later on, when they are both squeezed up top in Even’s bed- squeezed being the fucking main word because Isak is half on top of Even and he still hardly has room to breathe and the round of sex Even insisted on having because its his childhood bed Isak how can we not, involved more bruises of the not fun kind than he’s gotten all year (but also it was pretty hot sex with the wa Even’s hand had to cover Isak’s mouth to keep from making noise)- they rest.
Even is playing with Isak’s damp curls and Isak is tracing mindless patterns alongside Even’s collarbone. “You know my dad really does like you, right?”
Isak winces, “Can we not talk about that right now.”
“We have to.” Even huffs a laugh that Isak can feel with every breath, “He really does though. He never let Sonja stay the night when we were still together. Plus he made up the bathroom for you. That’s basically a stamp of approval.”
“I literally admitted to have having your come on me at one point.”
Even laughs, “Yeah he found that hilarious. I heard him and mom talking in the kitchen about it. They love how awkward you are.”
Isak puffs his chest out, “I’m not awkward. I’m literally the farthest thing from awkward.”
“Uh-huh,” Even brushes his hand down Isak’s back, “So cool. But if I promise that they both love you, will you stop freaking out about it? They want you here, Isak. Especially because wherever you are, I am.”
Isak rolls his eyes, “You really are the sappiest fuck-”
A pair of arms tighten around him hard enough to where Isak splutters and cuts off, “Are we good?”
Isak groans, “Yeah, it’s good. I’ll just- neglect to further mention how many times I’ve been acquainted with your dick.”
“I agree with that plan.”
Isak picks his head up from Even’s chest, “Although… my memory is getting pretty hazy. Maybe I should like- reacquaint myself?”
And then Even is laughing and Isak is attempting to shimmy his way downward and all thoughts of parents quickly fade from mind.
My "Not-on-Normal-Packing-List" List-- Things I plan to bring to College and WHY
*See My Full Packing List on My Blog*
-Christmas/Fairy Lights: dorm lighting can be SUPER harsh, especially at night. If you and your roommate are on different sleeping schedules or if one of you wants to stay up later and study, Christmas lights will be perfect. Make sure you have a strand and your roommate has a strand. Obviously, your strand will be on your side and her strand will be on her side. If you want to go to sleep and she wants to stay up, just unplug yours and hers will be bright enough to see her books but not too harsh that you can’t fall asleep. (OR VISE VERSA) I used to keep Fairy Lights in my room at home and they were on all night and I slept just fine. They offer the perfect amount of glow. This will also help on weekends if you and your roommate are doing separate activities, if one of you is out late, then when you come back to your room you can plug in your strand to see and get ready for bed without waking your roommate. *remember to hang them with Command (or a similar style) Hooks, so you don’t leave any damage on the walls when you leave*
-Duvet and Cover: I plan on buying a duvet and separate cover. Comforters can be expensive and I like to switch things up. I am going to buy one Duvet for all four years (and maybe beyond) but maybe switch the cover up every year or two. This can also help if you and your roommate sophomore year have a different “vision” for you and your roommate freshman year.
-TWO Sets of Twin Sheets: Two Words Man, Laundry. Day.
-Bedside Caddy: Not everybody has heard of this, but its like a little pouch that has a flap that tucks under your mattress and hangs beside your bed. You can keep your phone in here while you sleep, maybe a book or study material, tissues, a flashlight. Whatever you want, its just like a nightstand for people that don’t have nightstands.
-Curtain Rod/Curtains: I’m not sure if I will buy these yet, but my sister suggested it just incase you hate your roommate so much you can’t even bare to look at her/his face (which is unlikely, but whatever). You can attach a curtain rod to the ceiling using command strips or something similar and hang a curtain as a room divider. Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures.
-Safe: Your roommate may have some sketchy friends. You never know who he or she will invite into your room. Keep your jewelry, wallet, extra money and other valuables safe in a safe.
-Small, Folding Step-Ladder: In college you need to take advantage of every storage space possible, even if its at the top of your closet or on top of a tall dresser or wardrobe. A small, collapsable/folding step ladder will allow you to access your stuff in storage without taking up much room on its own. Most are small enough to tuck between your bed and the wall.
-AirFreshener: Whether its a spray or a wall plug-in, everyone needs to avoid being “the one” with the stinky room.
-Steamer: Irons and Ironing Boards are great but they take up SO much room. A little hand held steamer is perfect for getting wrinkles out of clothes and you can store it anywhere you want.
-Bath Sheet: I suggest everyone get a good, large-but-not-too-hot bathrobe if living with a community bathroom, but I also like a real towel too. A Bath Sheet is just a towel with a few extra inches in all directions so theres no need to worry about any of your bits and pieces showing.
-Washcloths: A lot of people skip washcloths and go straight for hand towels, but I really like using washcloths to wash/dry my face and they are smaller, saving on space.
-Lip Balm: Bring Extra. You know you lose these all the time. Keep them in your desk in their package so you know where they are until you need them.
-Mirrors: One full length for the back of your door (check with your roommate so you guys only have one) and one small one to keep on your desk. This will be helpful for makeup and stuff. I don’t want to have to go to the bathroom every time I want to do my makeup.
-Batteries: For various electronic devices (headphones, remote controls, video game controllers, etc)
-Camera: Really not necessary because of Smart Phones, but always fun to have. I would NOT bring an extremely valuable camera, even if you do have a safe.
-“Flex Your Power” Surge Protector: Google it. You’ll know you want it and you know it’ll be helpful.
-External Hard Drive: For when you have a 1000000000 page paper due and you’re paranoid your computer will crash.
-Printer: At my school, printing is included in tuition so I don’t have to pay per print, but I also don’t want to have to go across campus to grab something off the printer before class. ALSO, a nice way to print new pictures with new friends. ALSO not all schools include printing so you DO have to pay per print and that sucks and you should save money and buy a printer. **ALSO BUY EXTRA INK AND PAPER**
-Video Game Console: *with multiple remotes* I totally want to be able to stay in some times and chill with my roommate or by myself or invite some friends over to my dorm to play.
-Cards/Notes to Send Home: Your mom/dad/grandmother/grandfather/aunt/uncle/sister/brother/friends/whatever will LOVE this. I think handwritten letters are so much more heartfelt than texting or e-mailing.
-Planner: Its always important to stay organized (or at least try to) especially freshman year. With all your new found freedom it may be hard, but having an actual book may help keep you on track. *Personally, I think the Lily Pulitzer one is REALLY cute and SO helpful.*
-Bandaids, Neosporin, Cold/Flu Medicine, Pain Relievers, Upset Stomach/Heart Burn Relievers: Basically everything that your parents keep in the medicine cabinet. You will get bumps and bruises and cuts and scrapes; keep them clean and covered. You are going to be living in VERY close quarters with a lot of people. You will get sick; be prepared ahead of time to soften the blow. You will get hurt, you will get hungover, and if you’re like me, you will get cramps. Keep tons of your favorite Pain Reliever near by. (my favorite is Aleve). And finally, another two words: CAFETERIA FOOD keep Pepto Bismol and Tums in a place where you can grab them if you need them.
-Earplugs: Your roommate might have house guests the night before your big test. You roommate might snore. You might live below partiers. Earplugs can help with all of the above. *a sleep mask might also be helpful if your roommate refuses to cooperate on the fairy light suggestion*
-Pepper Spray: I got some as a graduation present because my school is not in the safest city in America… Always better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.
-Small Tool Kit: As long as someone in your hallway has one, you’ll be fine but it is always good to have.
-Playing Cards: For nights where you don’t want the technology. Hang out in the common room and play poker or go fish or war or learn a new game and make friends.
-Vacuum/Dust-Buster 2-in-1: These are going to be so helpful especially if your room is carpet. Spills and crumbs happen, but Ants can and should be avoided.
-Umbrella: A storm is coming. Its name is college. Prepare accordingly. I’m just kidding. But just because its sunny on move in day, doesn’t mean it will never rain.
-Winter Coat: Same as the umbrella, It’s going to be hot on move in day, but for the past couple of years near my university, there have been snow storms in October and I don’t want to be caught in the cold.
HOPE THIS WAS HELPFUL. If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.
“Hey, can I request a Monty X reader smut where she has never given blowjob and he kind of guides her and they end up having sex? English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes” - Challenge was gladly accepted!
A fight had broken down between Alex and Montgomery outside of the school and he seemed pretty pissed afterwards and being the stud that he is, he figured he would find some chick to take away the stress and his target was me.
“Are you going to be a Jessica Davis’ party tonight?” I heard a deep tone of voice from behind me and instantly I knew the person, I shut my locker door and turned on my heel to face the person; Monty.
“How is that any of your business Montgomery?” I asked trying to not care but to be honest I have a crush on him.
“Why the mood?” He asked biting his lower lip
“Not now” I scurried out the double doors of the school so I can head home.
I thought long and hard before I made my decision of whether to head to the party or not but thinking about Monty, the way he bit his lower lip got me feeling some type of way which helped in making my decision.
I searched through my wardrobe in hopes to find the perfect outfit- something that will differentiate myself from school hours to free hours. I pulled out a body hugging dress with plunged neckline and grabbed my black nike shoes.
My neighbor was Jeff so he gladly gave me a ride to the party because I knew he would attend, I mean come on its Jeff!
“you look hot” he stated from beside me.
“Thanks Jeff” I smiled
“Trying to impress anyone?” He chuckled
“Only one” I had a devilish grin spread on my face as we inched closer to Jessica’s house.
Getting out of the vehicle and walking into the crowded place of teenagers, the smell of alcohol and free spirit were viable in the air as the atmosphere was chaotic. My eyes searched all over the room for one specific person but he was nowhere in sight, I gasped at the feel of a hand slapping my ass and I turned to face the one and only.
“Excuse you?” I spat but secretly enjoyed his gesture.
“Oh hey Y/N, I didn’t notice it was you.” He smirked
“Let me guess huge dick cause little dick?” I retorted and watched as his expression fell from being perverted to offended and annoyed.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about” he laughed
“Prove it” as soon as those words left my lips I felt his hand grasp my wrist as he dragged me up to one of the empty rooms.
“You think you can say anything huh? Let me see what that mouth can do then” he sat me down in front of him as he unbuckled his belt and dragged both his boxers and jeans down to his ankle.
His huge bulge sprung out as my eyes widened
“Not so little after all?”
“I can’t” I stuttered
“ gently wrap your hands around it and move your hand up and down my shaft slowly and lick the tip, after slide me into your mouth and suck while doing so” he guided me
I bit my lower lip as my hand wrapped around his length
I teased him by licking and kissing the tip until I felt him tense up and grow impatient, I opened my mouth to allow him more access- sliding my lips down his shaft and feeling his tip hit the back of my throat, he moaned as I kept wrapping my tongue around him and sucking him off.
I accidentally bit him and he groaned in pain “no teeth” he flinched and once I got the hang of things he tossed his head back in pure pleasure.
“Fuck, I want you.” He spat and grabbing me off the floor, twisting me around and lifting up my dress he spanked my ass real hard and tearing off my panties, I was pushed onto the bed and felt his hand tightly grasping my hips to pull my ass up, his nails dug into my sides as he pushed himself hard inside me.
Not giving me enough time to adjust he repeatedly started to slam his length fully inside me, his tip grazing my g-spot driving me insane and causing my eyes to roll back; my hair was grabbed into a ponytail as he kept his free hand on my ass, fully ramming into me cause me to reach my orgasm the feeling was overwhelming that I started trembling under him.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he muttered and cursed I felt him slip out and release his load on my bruised ass from his constant spank.
“You should run that little mouth more often” he smirked and headed out.
I got cleaned up and he got dressed as we went back to the party like it never happened.
a) so glad that the first time I come to your ask box here to ask a question it says the condom story will get done 😂 I love that shit. You read my mind. You're amazing (at writing and otherwise). b) it's my anniversary in 2 days and I wanna read MSR anniversary stuff because msr married is the fucken bomb. Please tell me you've written one!! 🤞🏻🤞🏻Or do you have any recs? Romantic, hot, dark, angsty, whatevs.
I told myself all day yesterday I’d write something for you! But today is your anniversary so I’m in the clear. Happy anniversary. If anyone has some anniversary fic to link this lovely anon to, I’d be much obliged.
The light on in his motel room gives him only brief pause. He’s just too tired to be suspicious. If a black-suited figure perches on the edge of his queen bed, juggling two berettas and a pack of Morley’s, he’s screwed and he doesn’t care. He opens the door, half-expecting to be ambushed, half-expecting to just go along with it.
No smoke or broken furniture, nobody hiding in the corner to take him down. But there is a trail of rose petals leading into the bathroom, a few unscented dollar store candles flickering on the nightstand, the side table, one on the dresser.
Breaking and entering is a whole lot sexier these days.
Hope it’s Scully, he thinks, shedding his jacket, his tie, his shoes, his pants, making a trail of his own as he enters the bathroom. The steam wets his face as he pokes it in, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
“What’d you tell the front desk to get a key to my room?” His eyes roam her body, pleasantly pink, very relaxed, all the best parts covered in bubbles. He strips all the way. “Your no-good partner at the FBI can’t bathe himself, so you have to do it for him?”
“I told her my husband was working on our anniversary and I showed her my gun.” Her lips quirk up, her eyes are closed. He loves it when she pulls her hair up in the bath and how it curls around her face. “Wine is chilling on the sink. Pour yourself a glass and get in here, Mulder.”
Climbing in the tub is a struggle but they manage, the water that slopes over the edge no amount to be missed. “I’m too big for this now,” he grumbles, but the tub itself is spacious, and they used to do this all the time. He reclines between her spread legs, his back against her breasts, and her hands lift out of the water to rest on his shoulders, slide wet and warm over his pecs, through his hair. She picks up a sponge floating next to her in the water, squeezes it on his chest, and he moans as it drips down, as her hands run the sponge over his neck and shoulders.
“Didn’t know if you wanted to do something this year,” he mumbles sleepily. The heated water laps around them as she wets the sponge and wrings it out in increments, until he’s clean enough to her liking. Then they both relax, her body wrapped loosely around his body, his head tucked under her chin. Jasmine and red wine loosen up the knots in his brain, and her fingers work at the rest in his shoulders. His cock pokes out from underneath the water, soapy, full and happy, but they’ll take care of that later.
She takes a sip of her wine, ruffles his hair and presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Of course I wanted to,” she says, and the water moves again when he picks up the sponge and rubs it absentmindedly down the length of her arm. She nuzzles his temple, another gentle, lingering kiss. “I just got you back.”
-When Junhoe agrees to babysit his niece, he would never in a million years expect the little tyke to turn his life upside down in the most unexpected way possible.
-I notice there isn’t too many writing of iKon maknae line out. I really wanna change that because all 7 of them are so awesome. I don’t wanna get stuck on just doubleB, which I do notice most of my writing is for them. I hope to put out more of the other boys.
“H-Hello?” The shaky voice spewing out from the speaker of your phone had your entire apartment halts in movement. It can’t be… Couldn’t be…
“Y/n?” Then it speaks up again, clearer this time, not a trace of hesitation in the way it so velvety wrapping your name in its soft tone. It was as though God had temporarily pressed pause on the movie that is your life. The TV was still blaring but falling on your deaf ears. The air sullen, sinking fast as cold wind rushing in from the seemingly warm spring day outside. Everything took on such a solemn note, almost peaceful. Your dog, Mattias, had stopped squirming around on the carpet, instead laying there with his legs up in the air gazing at you with inquisitive eyes. He must’ve heard it too.
“Jun..Junhoe?” You’re scare to speak up, to confirm that it is what you and your handsome boy, who was now moving on to licking his paws on the floor, heard.
“Yea, it’s me.” There it was again. Your brain still couldn’t register the familiar sound as anything but hallucination. It can’t be. You distinctively heard that annoying ringtone that you for the millionth time made a mental note to change but probably won’t.
“Uhm… Did you- I mean, hi.” Stuttering like a fool, you shut your eyes and grit your teeth in embarrassment even though he wasn’t there to see. The poor couch that had once hosted the owner of that voice during his many lazy day during his game session nearly break from you throwing your whole weight onto it out of utter mortification.
“Hi… I-I. I’m so sorry, Y/n. You know I wouldn’t call unless it was really dire.”
“It’s alright. What’s wrong?”
It was so strange to hear him speak with no hidden sadness, not even a trace of bitterness lace in the soothing voice. For so long you had longed for him to sound out your name in the amicableness from before. Not the before of the weeks leading up to the painful break up. The before of playfully throwing veggies at each other while dinner bubbles away on the hot stove. Back when you cracking up in ribs splitting laughter whenever he does something completely stupid during your annual Y/n + Junhoe grand adventure. In those days where you could confidently claim you had him begging for in between lustful moans of the night. In the days where you were still his girlfriend.
“I’m really panicking right now. Hani, my niece, I’m suppose to babysit her today and… God, Y/n. I don’t know what to do. I tried everything. I even freaking threaten to take her home if she don’t stop. I don’t know what else to do- I. Why did you made it look so easy when you babysat her. What do I do?” His voice wavers worse than a baby tree in a category 1 hurricane. He rans without even breathing and judging his heavy breaths, he must be really desperate.
“Slow down, Junhoe. Breathe. Listen to me. Breathe! It won’t do neither of you good if you pass out. Now, slowly, tell me what happened.” A few long breath could be heard huffing into the receiver end of his phone before a long sigh follows up with dead silent. You lean back in your chair, discomfort forcing its way out from how strange this all feel. 6 months, 6 months of nothing since the break up. He didn’t even grace you with the tiniest bit of salvation for your aching heart even after you saw him arm in arm with the gorgeous cheery brunette that practically bounce her way down the busy street.
“It started out so nice. We went to the park, we played, we watched movies. Then all of the sudden she won’t eat, she won’t play, she won’t listen to me. She just sat there and sulk. Then she threw a fit and spilled her lunch all over herself. I got irritated and she cry and now I wanna cry to and now she’s- She’s mad at me and I’m mad at her now too… and then…” The passion in his words dies out leaving you on the edge of your seat, anticipation coursing through your mind with all the worst scenarios. Above it all, why did he just call his girl. Why you.
“And then?” You whisper gently, careful not to shook anymore stress on the man that must be tearing his hair out by now.
“And then she, uh, she asked for you. She told me that it was all my fault you never come around anymore. You would know what she wants and all I do is just mess everything up. She’s crying so much that I don’t know what to do anymore, Y/n.” The softness in his voice falters with the last syllable of your name. The before of sadness feigning its joyful counterpart of the break up week suddenly flood your mind with its present.
“I’m so sorry, Junhoe. I tried to explain to her that I had to leave…” You had always felt guilty for leaving everything in this wonderful part of your life you shared with him. Most of all, you felt the guilt of ruining the ultimate trust he gave you when he introduced his wonderful family to you.
“It’s not your fault. Kids, they just don’t understand breakups you know.” You cringe at the way the cursed word rolled off his tongue. Breakups. It’s such an ugly word to be tainting such a beautiful man with a kind heart and loving soul.
“Yea… I’m still sorry… for everything.”
You both stay silent for how long, you didn’t really know. No doubts the rush of reminiscing, of running through all the wonderful memories you both made together also affected him because you could’ve sworn you heard that infectious chuckle of his. Somehow, somehow that made you smile even under all the tear you were shedding.
“Did you want me to calm her down?” Deciding the silent was deafening enough, you speak up to clear the air. “Junnie? you there?”
“uh, uhm, yea.” He cleared his throat, not a question in your mind that he caught himself on the endearing nickname you had always used. You on the other hand, hadn’t even caught it yourself. “Can I bring her over to your place? You still live in the same place right?”
“Yea, of course. You sure you don’t want me to come over there instead, easier?” You muse over his strange request seeing how it was much easier for one adult to make a trip rather than a 5 years old and a man child.
“I- I’m moving. Most my stuffs is already packed up so I figured it’d be easier over at a place with real household items.”
“Oh, I see. Why didn’t you just call your sister? Or your mom?”
“They’ve been so stress so I agree to help out… I don’t wanna be useless. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just come over, you know your way. See you soon.”
30 minutes. 30 minutes it took you to realize what you had just agreed to. 30 minutes to realize the man you’re still hopelessly in love with that was no longer hopelessly in love with you was driving over with his 5 years old niece. 30 freaking minutes to realize you look like shit and your apartment even worse.
“Shit. Why did I do this to myself” was the last thing you could utter before huffing away to a hot shower and a quick 10 minutes hair make up session. Praise the lord for the walk in closet because your mess of a room had just cleaned itself in the 2 revolution the long hand of the clock took. You had just thrown all the windows open when that familiar ding dong yanks your attention toward that white door. Your heart drums with all its might knowing just who stands just beyond that piece of wood. Nerve wrecks every cell in your body as you reach out to the cold piece of metal keeping you away from him.
“Hey! Oh my God, Hani! Come here you little monkey!”
No sooner than the door slam into the wall with all the might a 5 years old could exerts, she was already in your arm clinging on like the monkey she is.
“You’re so heavy now. I don’t think I can carry you anymore… Oh no, I’m gonna drop you!”
Loud shrieks tearing through the house luring a very exciting doggie charging toward the familiar laugh of the five years old. They were best buddies, inseparable since Hani was barely walking and Mattias was barely learning how to properly use his tiny puppy paws.
“MATTY!” She yelps for you to let go before the two of them dance happily in circle, whizzing away to your bedroom. Silent sinking over the warming apartment once again as you eye an awkward Junhoe standing there juggling with what you presume is Hani’s luggages.
“Hey you!” You headed for a hug before crash and burn into that invisible wall of boundaries. Were your hugs still welcome? Would it makes him feel odd being pull into the arms of his ex?
“Hey. Sorry for barging in. I, you know I wouldn’t bother you unless I really needed to.” Tottering over, you couldn’t help but wince at the way his eyes tracing out the metal edges of your lock box, for certain recalling the many times exhilaration ran through his fingers as he type in the code to your place.
“Yea, it’s no problem. I miss her. Come on in…”
He shuffles in, shucking off his shoes and placing them where he had always for the past 3 years you had occupied this quaint apartment. You remember the day when you both finished putting the place together. He had so specifically left an empty spot just on the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering what his reasoning was. To which he simply said “What? I gotta leave my shoes somewhere…”. Needless to say it jolted his heart to see the spot remains empty. Staring about now, he’s drinking in as much of this familiar yet strange space that was once 2nd home.
“The lock… It’s the same code. I saw you staring.”
“Oh” A nervous chuckles adores you with its crisp sound. “I see.”
“How’ve you been? how’s the girlfriend?” Bitter is all you can taste saying that word.
“I’m good. No girlfriend… You?” Bitter is all he could taste thinking about another man touching you.
“I’m okay… No boys, just Mattias over there. I saw you with that girl…” You feel disgusted with yourself for even prying so hard but you needed to know. You just want to feel that security of having him to yourself.
“Oh, just a friend. We were actually lost, the whole group got separated and yea, we didn’t wanna lose each other too. She’s not from around here and getting lost would be a big problem.” Your heart grin from hearing the perfectly logical explanation of why she was clinging onto him so tightly.
“Ah, I see.” he sways around a bit, awkwardly smiling at you.
“Should I give the little one a shower? You said she spilled lunch all over herself…” This was strange. Way to strange for your liking. There stand the man you had seen countless time trekking across this place butt naked with a bottle of water in his hand. Yet here he was, acting like he just entered a stranger’s home. It hurts.
“Yes, thank you. You know I was never good with this… you did most of it. I don’t know what I was thinking accepting to babysit.” Your voice cut his trance short as his soul nearly leaving his body. Holding out the two backpacks full of stuff, he smile awkwardly, not really sure where the lines were being drawn.
“It’s no problem. Just, you know where everything is… I’ll be back.”
He watches as you disappear into that room, that sacred place of love, of lust, and of the life he misses so dearly. He’s scare, terrify in fact to peer through the door once again fearing he might find things he wouldn’t like. Things that remind him you’ve moved on. So he settles on the couch, listening to the loud giggles emanating from the bathroom. The golden rays dance on his skin just the same as it had many afternoons before watching you cook from this very couch. As if sensing his memory lane, Mattias had taken upon himself to crawl right next to his other master that he loves so much but haven’t seen in a long time. If he could speak, you were sure the pup would throw an even bigger fit than Hani.
“Auntie can we go get ice cream later?” The little tyke hopping excitingly in one place, sprinkling little droplets of water all over your floor.
“Yes, if you eat lunch and take a nap and listen to your uncle.” Wrapping her in a big towel, you dried her off before pulling on the small PJ with bunnies print you had gotten for her birthday not too long ago.
“Okay. I feel bad for making uncle sad. I didn’t mean to cry but I miss you. Uncle wouldn’t let me call you so I cried.” Her eyes reddening from the overrunning guilt. You couldn’t help but feel your heart cracking a bit further knowing this was half your fault. You knew you had to cut off all contact for Junhoe’s sake, for your sake. Never once during the breakup did you both consider the collateral damage and casualties you’d both leave in the wake of the separation.
“It’s okay. He thought I was busy so he said that. Next time, how about I call you first??” You coo, pulling the sadden girl into your arms.
“Yea! I miss Matty too.”
“We can take him to the doggie park later too. If your uncle says okay.” You force a smile for the kid but deep down, this was all too close to heart for your own comfort.
“Auntie… I know you and uncle doesn’t love each other anymore. It’s okay if you don’t want to see me. I just miss you, he misses you too. We just wanna see you. I know it makes you sad to see uncle. He’s very sad too. I saw him crying when he saw me looking at your pictures on the computer.” You were in the process of getting lunch ready but now, now you found yourself standing there like a statue being rain on. You hadn’t cry about Junhoe in so long. You thought you couldn’t anymore but little Hani’s honest words… They cut deep. So instead, you drop to your knee and let the little one hold you close, petting your hair as you shed your tear.
“Hani, I love you uncle very much. I miss him too. It’s just sometimes, sometimes adults have to do things they don’t like for the people they love. Sometimes we have to say goodbye but that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see you. I wanna see you everyday. Matty wanna see you everyday. Next time just tell your uncle to call me, okay?” You smile to calm the little one down.
“Pinky swear. Now let’s get you lunch and nap.”
Hand in hand, you both turn to walk toward the bedroom door when you could’ve sworn you just miss the blur of the tousle of black hair rushing away from the door. Pushing it to your weary mind playing trick, you both skip happily to lunch time.
Your kitchen hadn’t had this much laughter since, well since before the breakup. Lunch came and go in a flash and you were now tucking the little one tightly under your blanket. She smile cheekily before planting a big kiss on your cheeks, whispering sleepily to not tell her uncle.
Sauntering back to the living room now, you wonder where the dog and his master had gone in the 2 hours it took for Hani to finally tuckered out. You let our eyes wander not even a minute when they land upon the sweet sight of Junhoe’s large body cuddling up a sprawl out Mattias. The dog had him whipped since the first day you both adopted him from the rescue. Always napping together, could never got himself to put the four legged son in time out. Junhoe tightly shut eyes wincing a bit when Mattias stretches himself, kicking and whining in his dream. This is the sight you had always come to associate this place with, your life with. Who would’ve thought in such a short time, you’d lose all the hope and dream of a fun filled future with the sleepy man before you. Settling down just beside the boys on the floor, you reach out to scratch Mattias’s belly before hovering above Junhoe’s dark locks. He loves getting a good scalp massage to fall asleep to and you honestly love giving him one. You stare for a moment before the sinful lull of selfishness taken over. Dropping your fingers onto his fringe, you sweep the soft strands out of his forehead, lingering on his soft skin, basking in the cologne that still remains the same after 6 years of being together.
You could feel his eyes stirring a bit, life returning to his sleepy gaze as you shoot away toward the kitchen.
“Hey, where’s Hani?”
Damn that husky voice. Junhoe possesses the voice of angels, so delightful and sweet. When he sings, you could feel your heart skip several beats from how beautiful he is. But then there was the gruff in his voice when he just waking up, so low and so rough that it got you lost in him.
“She’s sleeping, probably 10 minutes now. You want lunch? I can reheat some stuff for you…” You avert your gaze, hand wiping the same spot for the 5th time in the past few minutes.
“I’m okay.” You could see him glancing around, taking note of the changes with a few nods of his head. “Everything is pretty much the same here…”
“Not everything. Lots of things changed.” You rush out the answer, hoping he hadn’t heard it.
“Yea it is. You extensive mug collection is still on the cabinet that’s way too high for you to reach. The bowls and plates still in the left bottom cabinet. You even organize your fridge in the same way. Matty’s bed is still in the corner next to the sliding door. I haven’t seen your room yet but I’m sure it’s the same.” He lists with a slight chuckle with all the intention in the world to lighten to mood.
“I moved the utensil drawer. It’s above the bowls and plates now. Made more sense that way. You grab your utensils then you grab your food holders. I don’t leave my water in the fridge door anymore, I got a big water cooler now. Easier that way.” You were feeling your tear creeping up on you, wiping that spot for the 10th time. “I can’t cook dinner for two anymore. It took me 3 months to even remember not to buy two serving of everything. Veggies don’t fly in the kitchen anymore, they’re just boring old veggies that lay around where you put them down. I don’t come home to your voice singing out my name anymore. I can’t jump into your arm. I can’t kiss you. I can’t cuddle you on rainy day. You don’t make me tea anymore. They’re all still there you know. You never took your tea collection when you left. I-I can’t go to bed expecting the sheet and cover already warmed up. I don’t have to complain about you leaving your products all over the bathroom sink. I guess that’s one good thing. I can’t take care of you when you’re sick and gross and icky. I don’t travel anymore. I don’t go get a salt and butter donut then a coffee every Sunday morning anymore. I’m not yours… And I can’t call you mine… So please tell me, Junnie, in what world is everything “the same””.
You spin around briskly, throwing the towel onto the floor throwing your hands up in an air quotation mark in snide. You can’t bother hiding the tear anymore. All your emotion of 6 months of constant suppressing exploded. He stood there wide eyes but already lunging forward to pull you into his chest.
“Damn it, Junhoe. Why did we even break up in the first place?” You sob into his chest feeling the knots in your hair loosen with each pass of his fingers. You feel all the frustration of going against the grain of life seeping out.
“Because we weren’t going anywhere… remember? We got stuck in this routine life that was just stomping in one place. I was struggling to move up in the world and you, you weren’t getting any warmer with the idea of settling down and getting marry. But I have a feeling you’re not asking for the reason…” He coos so tenderly the painful reminder of why you were sleeping alone every night.
“No… Why did it all seemed so complicated back then…Why did we agree to this shitty lonely life.” Your arms tighten around his body, squeezing out all the darkness as he chuckles.
“Because we were dumb and young.”
“We’re still the same age now as when we parted you freak!” He laughs at the seemingly ease you could crack a comeback even when you’re ugly crying.
“Fine. Because we’re a bit wiser now than we were before. We’ve been together for so long and I think we just needed a reminder of what it feels like to be on our own. Honestly, I hated every single second of the past 6 months. I knew it was mutual and I have no right but God, I got so angry when I saw your Instagram that you were getting tea with that guy from your work. Tea is my thing. You were only suppose to drink the one I pick. Then I laughed because there I was, getting angry over tea. But you know what? I realized i miss you so damn much.”
You nearly choke on that sentence. You wanted so badly to come home to that sentence but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for it. Not when you both decided to part way. His lips find themselves resting on your damp cheek as he whispers “i miss you” over and over until you dug your face so far into the crook of his neck the kisses couldn’t reach you anymore.
“I knew I said we always do the same thing and it got so abhorrently boring but I miss it. I would sell my soul to have those “boring” date back. I knew it was just a fluke this morning when you called me Junnie over the phone but it had my heart doing flips and my stomach sick with butterflies. Then earlier when you told Hani you miss me, I’m surprise I had enough self control not to kiss your lips off then and there.”
You sob out a laugh from the sweet words of your sassy man and he returns the same. You both stood there for so long just looking at the familiarities of each other and how they’re all suddenly seems to be glowing with all the lights of the stars above. His hands move to cup your cheeks gingerly to which you respond with the flutter shut of your eyes. Then you feel the intense heat of summer spreading from his soft lips. It breaches the barrier with the thrust of his tongue greeting yours. It burns down your throat as he moans into you, satisfies with your welcoming touches. Searing down your chest, your heart works itself into a stupor, drugging all your veins with love as you clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. Finally your spent lungs gave out from the intensity of its all with a heavy pant.
“Please tell me we’ll get back together after this because if not, this would all be soooo embarrassing. Also, I’d really like it if you help me move. It’s been hell doing it myself.” He retorts, eyes gloss over with every drip of love he could offer despite the cheeky remarks.
“Yes, weirdo. I mean, who’s gonna fill that empty spot on my shoe rack. I guess I should also pay you back for moving me into this place.” a soft thud of your fist playfully tickles his chest as a much crisper laugh tears through your apartment. You didn’t wanna leave his arms and it seems he has no problem with it. You stay there in the kitchen that held so much memory and surely host of new ones. Your arms tight around him as you rest on his strong stature. He presses kisses here and there, relaying how much he needs you close. Once the tiredness settled into your legs, you drag him over to the couch surprising a still sleeping Mattias awake. He gladly gives up part of the couch for you to fall onto with Junhoe flushing tight against your back.
“You know earlier, when you were struggling with 2 backpacks and a fussy Hani, you really looked like a real dad. Kinda cute.”
“Yea? Does it uh, does it makes you feel a certain way…?” He winks teasingly, words playful as he presses a kiss onto your lips.
“I don’t know. Should I be? Why don’t you enlighten me.” You refuse to relent to his mischievous words.
“If I look like a dad and you think it’s cute… Doesn’t it incite a motherly feeling in you? I mean, you look like a fearless mom that could handle a zombie apocalypse earlier laying down the law with Hani. I’m not saying you have to feel motherly any time soon… Just you know, eventually.” Hope glints gleefully in his eyes as he not so inconspicuously letting his finger rubs your own very specific one.
“Koo Junhoe, isn’t there something you need to ask me first before I should be feeling motherly?” You retort, flicking his forehead, watching him wincing in pain.
“Let me worry about that part, okay babe? I promise you, I’ll be here for the rest of your life. I will never, ever leave again.” Clutching onto your hands tightly, he let his heart speaks knowing he’s in a good place from here on out.
“I love you, Junnie.”
“I love you, baby.”
You both remain silent, basking in the peacefulness of a revived love. You spend your time staring at him, letting your fingers relearn all the dips and curve of Junhoe. He did the same, index running along your nose ridge, brushing your hair out of your face, poking your cheeks. Nothing but small giggles and kisses could be heard for the next hour until the gentle voice of a very sleepy Hani burst your bubble.
“Does this mean I get to sleep over whenever I want to again?”
Junhoe breaks into a laugh as you motion for the little one to come over. She jumps right in and wiggles herself neatly in the crack between yours and his body. She calls for Mattias as the happy pup wagging his tail your way, settling just beneath your feet continuing to snooze away. Her eyes close once again as you press a soft kiss on her hair, Junhoe doing the same. He whispers to a giddy Hani before beaming brightly at you.
A/N: I highly recommend you listen to the song after you finish reading because it is just spot on with this chapter.
“And what about the Dread Doctors?” Theo asked the question we all had in our heads as we sat around the table.
The pack was currently at Scott’s house for our regular meeting. Everyone was trying to come up with seemingly impossible solutions to the insane problems we we’re facing in the supernatural department.
And, yet, all I could truly think about was the way Stiles was staring at me from across the table. How our eyes connected along with our imagination, both of us clearly thinking about how we could just leave and pleasure each other right now.
“I think we should just leave them be.” I stated, my eyes never leaving Stiles’.
“What?” Scott’s confused voice broke my trance away from him and I was back in reality.
“Look,” I sighed, now looking at my Alpha. “We know nothing about them or what they actually want. It won’t make a difference if we try to stop them when we don’t even understand what we’re up against. I say, until we get more information, we should just leave them alone.”
“You know, Scott, that actually makes sense.” Stiles spoke up for the first time tonight and I felt warmth on my skin at his approval. “I have to agree with her.”
“Me, too.” Malia confessed and I looked around the table to see everyone nodding at me.
“No, we can’t do that.” Scott shook his head in denial. “They’re killing people.”
“And if we try something prematurely, they might just get away and kill more people in the process.” Stiles instinctively expressed his opinions through his hand gestures. “We just can’t risk it.”
“Fine.” Scott sighed, after pondering his words for a while and gave in. “You guys are right.”
Stiles and I shared glances again, this time smiling at each other. It’s something we’ve been doing a lot, lately.
“Great, so can we get to the fun part of this meeting now?” Lydia asked, clapping her hands together in excitement. “How about a game of Truth or Dare?”
“What is it with you and the typical middle school games that you like so much?” I smirked, my attention leaving Stiles and now focused on the banshee.
“I have no shame in enjoying good fun that’s equally as scandalous.” She smirked back and I couldn’t hide my small laughter.
“I’m up for it.” Malia shrugged and soon enough a chorus of agreement filled the McCall dining room.
“Awesome, let me just get something to drink first.” Stiles quickly ran to the kitchen and everyone was mentally leaving the serious supernatural mode to careless fun mode.
“I’ll get an empty bottle.” I offered, getting up from the chair and walking towards the kitchen.
I smiled once I was inside and spotted Stiles getting two glasses from the cupboard. I watched as he placed them on the counter and strode over to the fridge.
“Why two?” I asked, pulling him out of his own little world. Stiles’ head popped up from behind the refrigerator door and I surprisingly felt myself swoon at his cocky smile.
“I thought you’d like one, too.” He shrugged, pulling out a small bottle of soda and closing the door with his elbow.
“Well, aren’t you sweet?” I smirked, leaning against the kitchen’s door frame.
Stiles opened up the bottle of soda and poured all of its liquid into the two glasses in front of him. Just as he was finished, he turned around to throw the container away in the trash bin.
“No, no, no!” I shouted, stopping him in his tracks. Stiles, immediately, froze and turned around just enough to look at me with a confused expression. “We need that to play.”
“Oh, right.” He nodded, pointing at me and stuck the empty plastic bottle under his arm. Stiles grabbed the two full glasses and approached me with a grin. His face was inches from mine and we playfully stared into each other’s eyes.
“Thanks.” I grinned back, taking the drink from his hand and the bottle from his underarm.
“No problem, princess.”
And then Stiles, suddenly, did something he has never done before. It was as if the entire world had gone into slow motion as I watched him lean in closer to me and place a chaste kiss on my lips.
Stiles and I have been having constant sex for about a month now and we only ever kiss went its sole purpose is to turn the other one on and spark profound lust. We have never just kissed before, not without expecting hot sex to come right after.
For Stiles to randomly kiss me and not have any other intention behind it was news for us… and it actually brought butterflies to my stomach. Yes, butterflies.
Stiles didn’t seem to recognize what he just did because he left the room without another word. I decided to follow him in his footsteps and just push away any questions I had. If Stiles wasn’t going to dwell on this, then, neither would I.
“Sorry, man.” I heard Theo speak as I entered the dining room. Once I was inside I noticed him sitting in the seat Stiles was originally in.
“It’s fine.” Stiles stated, but not without suspiciously narrowing his eyes at the werewolf he didn’t trust first.
With my drink in one hand and the empty bottle in the other, I sat back down in my seat. Which was coincidently next to Stiles and for the first time since this has all started, I felt a bit nervous.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” I exclaimed, placing the bottle in the middle of the table. “I’ll go first.”
I anxiously spun the bottle and all eyes watched in awe as it stopped moving and pointed towards, the one and only, Kira Yukimura.
“Which will it be, kitsune?” I smirked, leaning back on my chair. “Truth or Dare?”
“Let’s go with truth.”
“Such a prude.” Stiles said through fake coughs and everyone laughed at his witty comment.
“I am not a prude!” Kira protested and she looked like an adorable puppy as she pouted at us.
“Okay, then answer this.” I proposed, slowly taking a sip from my drink to add suspense. “Is sex with Scott sweet or is it… kinky?”
Her face immediately became flushed with embarrasment and Scott nervously laughed beside her, scratching the back of his neck. I didn’t need to have supernatural hearing to know her heart rate must be off the charts right now.
“Kinky.” Kira answered with such a low voice, I almost didn’t hear her just confess she and her boyfriend were freaks in bed.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Stiles bursted out laughing, completely shocked like the rest of us. “Attaboy, Scott!”
I laughed, along with the rest of the pack, as Stiles stood up and reached over the table, excitedly high-fiving his best friend.
“Okay, my turn.” Kira quickly spoke, desperately wanting to get out of this uncomfortable topic.
She spun the empty bottle and it landed on Stiles, everyone else was relieved they wouldn’t be the one suffering Kira Yukimura’s wrath.
“Dare.” Stiles smirked, challenging the japonese descendant.
The mischevious grin on her face hadn’t gone unnoticed as she folded her arms on the table and leaned in closer.
“I dare you to kiss Lydia.”
“Okay.” Stiles carelessly shrugged, getting up from his chair.
“I’m not finished.” Kira intervened and he stood there, waiting for her to speak. “With tongue.”
Everyone’s eyes widened in response. It was a known fact that Stiles was in love with Lydia, heck even she knew it. And Kira asking him to do this dare would be so nerve-wrecking for him.
This is the girl he’s always wanted to be with, afterall. Kissing her alone wasn’t going to be easy for him and Kira knew that. Especially since this would be their first official kiss together. It’s Kira’s revenge for his snarky comment, to make him feel all flustered and shy.
However, to everyone’s surprise, Stiles easily walked over to Lydia. He didn’t seem to be nervous at all, instead he actually seemed to move without a single care.
He hovered over the redhead and placed his hand behind her neck. I watched as they both leaned in and their lips touched.
A strange and unkown feeling came over me, seeing Stiles kiss Lydia. It was an unpleasant feeling and, for some reason, I felt inclined to turn my head away. And that’s what I did, my eyes focusing on the clock hanging up on the wall.
I could hear the pack cheer around me and I didn’t understand why I wasn’t shouting along with them. I’ve always wanted Stiles and Lydia to get together, so why am I not celebrating right now? And why do I feel like actual crap right this moment?
When I heard Stiles walk behind me and in front of his chair was when I looked back at the pack. They all were smirking at the two that had recently kissed and I just wanted them to stop.
“I do believe that it is, in fact, my turn.” Stiles sat back down and my heart fell into my stomach as I watched him wipe away her lipstick from his lips.
He spun the bottle in the middle of the table and I stared at his fingers, the same fingers that have done absolute wonders on my body.
I swooned, thinking back at how just this morning they were buried deep inside of me. Expertly moving against my sensitive walls, pushing me over my edge.
“Emma.” The sound of my name leaving Stiles’ lips had me pulled back into reality.
“Huh?” I asked, my eyes looking up at his golden brown ones.
“It landed on you.” Stiles pointed to the bottle and I noticed that it had, indeed, landed on me.
“Oh, uh.” I cleared my throat, swiftly pushing back my dirty thoughts and saving them for later. “Truth.”
“You, too?” Malia questioned, laughing at how I was also being a prude.
“Okay, then, Dare.” I shrugged, my interest in this game beginning to fade as I gazed at Stiles’ plump lips.
“No, no, no.” Stiles shook his head, smirking. “You chose Truth, now stick with it.”
“Fine.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Everyone else percieved it as me challenging him, but by the way Stiles’ eyes dialated slightly, he certainly took it as a seduction attempt.
“I think we can all agree that you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends in the past-”
“Where are you going with this, Stilinski?” I interrupted and Stiles chose to ignore my question.
“Which means you’ve had different sexual partners and different experiences.” He stated and I, immediately, knew where he was trying to get to.
“Just ask the question already.” I sighed, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Who was your best?” Stiles asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer.
“Not one of my ex-boyfriends, that’s for sure.” I practically whispered, but by the look on Stiles face, everyone had heard me.
“Oooh, this is getting juicy.” Lydia squealed, but all I could do was study Stiles’ expression.
His eyebrows lifted in wonder and I could read the very obvious question swimming in his pupils: Am I your best?
“Wait, who was it, then?!” Scott’s excited voice rang in my ears and I watched as Stiles’ eyes widened in fear.
“Let’s just say, he’s the person I last had sex with.” I answered not Scott’s but Stiles’ burning question.
He pursed his lips, trying to hide the incoming smirk, and grabbed his drink. Stiles’ intense stare leaving mine as he took a sip from his glass. I could feel the cockiness radiate off of him, clearly thrilled at the knowledge that he’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
“Seriously?” Malia audibly groaned. “You’re gonna be that vague?”
“I answered the question.” I shrugged, now looking over at the were-coyote.
She rolled her eyes at me and I mentally thanked every possible god out there for her not pressing further. Or any other pack member for that matter.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Stiles’ body relaxing back into the chair and I reached over to spin the bottle.
The game went on for an hour and it was, actually, fun. Laughter was the constant theme of the night as we watched each other do some pretty stupid and embarassing dares. Not only that, but we discovered a lot of dirt on one another and I was contantly shocked. Like Kira, for example, lets Scott chain her up in bed.
“Theo.” Lydia raised an eyebrow once the bottle stopped in his direction. “Which will it be?”
The werewolf that wasn’t in our pack, but still hung out with us anyway, thought for a bit before answering. I took the last sip of my beverage, everyone waiting for him to respond.
“Is it true that you have a crush on Emma?” Lydia smirked and I, immediately, spit my drink out in shock.
“What?!” I exclaimed along with a very familiar voice, the same voice that makes me melt whenever he sexily whispers into my ear.
I turned around to see Stiles looking at him in surprise and I’m certain we have the very same expression planted on our faces.
“You like Emma?!” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, continuing our previous question.
Theo cleared his throat and I could see the faint blush on his cheeks. He sat up straighter in his seat, trying to shake off his embarrasment.
“Yes.” He confessed and my eyes widened in response. Theo looked at me for the first time since the bottle landed on him and he seemed actually nervous. “I do.”
I felt anxious and it wasn’t a good kind of anxious. It was the type that you felt in a very bad and terrifying situation. Usually how I feel everytime I have to face the scary side of the supernatural.
“Oh.” I stated and from my peripheral vision I could see Stiles staring intently at me. “Okay, well you answered the question. Now you have to spin the bottle.”
I quickly tried to change the subject away from me. Look, Theo is great looking and what not but just… God, no.
Theo’s face faltered just for a second and if I hadn’t been paying close attention, I would’ve missed it. He reached over to the bottle and spun it. It didn’t take long for it to find it’s next victim and I, immediately, felt my body go rigid as it picked me.
“Of course.” Stiles sighed and I didn’t have to look at him to know he just rolled his eyes.
“Emma,” Theo grinned and my skin itched. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” I let out a sigh of defeat.
“I dare you to go on a date with me.” Theo smirked and my stomach, instantly, turned.
My first instincts wanted me to look at Stiles and plead for help through eye contact. But, I knew that if I looked at him right now it could possibly raise suspicion. So, to save our own personal fun, I had to figure this out by myself.
“No.” I shook my head, folding my arms against my chest.
“No? You can’t say no to a dare.”
“I can when it’s invalid.” I pointed out, leaning into my seat.
“How is this invalid?” Theo raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
I felt all eyes on me, including Stiles’. They desperately wanted to know what I would come up with to keep myself from going out with Theo Raeken.
“Because if we were to go on a date, it wouldn’t be tonight. And since we’re playing right now, you have to pick a dare for me to complete at this exact moment.”
“Fine.” Theo sighed. “Then, I dare you to sit on my lap for the rest of the game.”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed, offended at his request.
“Well, I was going to dare you to kiss me. But, I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of everyone. So…” Theo lifted his hand and called me towards him with his index finger.
“Why do you want me to sit on your lap?”
“So, we can chat.” Theo shrugged. “And to get closer to each other.”
“Theo, you’re disg-” I began to protest but he interrupted me, instead.
“A dare’s a dare, Emma.” He taunted. “And I triple-dog-dare you.”
Everyone let out quite comical gasps at his challenge and I rolled my eyes. That is, everyone except for Stiles. If looks could kill, Theo would be long executed by now.
A sense of comfort flushed over me as I thought about how protective Stiles is. I know for a fact that he’s just glaring at Theo because he doesn’t trust the guy and would do anything to keep his friends safe. I profoundly admire his dedication to his close loved ones.
But, Theo’s got the upperhand here. A dare’s a dare, afterall.
“Fine.” I sighed and the entire pack looked shocked as I stood from my seat and made my way towards him.
I watched Stiles carefully as I relunctantly sat on Theo’s lap. To say he was furious was a complete understatement.
“Hi.” Theo whispered in my ear and an eerie chill ran up my spine. “You’re very beautiful.”
“I am here to fufill the dare and not your nasty little fantasies.” I turned to talk to him, our faces inches apart.
“Alright.” Theo stated, but not without smirking first. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, anyway.”
“Too late.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
The game went in full spin and about two hours later, we all decided we had enough. It was, without a doubt, the most interesting game of Truth or Dare I’ve ever played.
Stiles’ eyes never left me the entire time. Well, occacionally he would glare over at Theo, but for the most part his attention was on me. It made my skin tingle and my cheeks blush.
There was even a moment when Theo’s hand settled on my upper thigh and I could feel the anger coming off of Stiles from where I was seated. His eyes were so furious I, honestly, thought that a laser beam would, suddenly, burst through his pupils and destroy the werewolf.
When I was finally able to get off of Theo’s lap and be free, I had never been more grateful. Look, Theo is handsome and all, but he’s just not for me.
My first instinct when the game was over and everyone stood up to either eat or use the bathroom was to walk over to Stiles.
However, a finger lightly tapping on my shoulder stopped me before I even could. I hesitantly turned around to whomever was trying to grab my attention, but not without noticing the roll in Stiles’ eyes first.
Of course it’s you.
“Hey, Emma.” Theo smiled too wide and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Look, I’m sorry if that made you uneasy in anyway.”
“Whatever, Theo.” I sighed, turning back around. But he placed his hand on my arm instead.
“Wait.” He called and I watched Stiles’ eyes look at his hand on my skin before I returned to the werewolf.
“What is it?”
“I, um-” Theo nervously scratched the back of his head. “I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me this Friday. Not as a dare, but as an actual date.”
“Not gonna happen, Theo.” I denied, immediately.
“Emma, I know I can come off as a bit cocky sometimes. But, I need you to know that I’m not.” Theo sighed, letting go of my arm. “I really do like you. I think you’re amazing and so beautiful. All I ask is for one simple date. One chance to show you there’s so much more to me than meets the eye.”
A pang of pity hit me as I watched him talk with such innocence in his voice. He really seemed to be telling the truth and normally I would be into a guy like this, but for some reason, I just didn’t feel compelled to him.
“I’ll think about it.” I sighed, looking for an answer that wouldn’t hurt him. “Okay?”
“Okay.” Theo smiled sweetly and I smiled right back.
The second I turned around I was met with a very annoyed Stiles Stilinski. His eyes watched closely as Theo walked passed him, his attention focused on the werewolf until he finally left the room. Funny enough, that’s when I noticed everyone else had dispersed as well. Stiles and I were alone for the first time tonight.
“What’s with the look of murder on your face?” I chuckled, grabbing the packet of peanuts that were on the table and popping a few in my mouth. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s actually very hot.”
“Who the hell does Theo think he is?” Stiles scoffed, finally looking at me.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, sitting down on my original chair. “But, he clearly thinks he’s the shit.”
“How uncomfortable was it? To sit on his lap?” Stiles asked, his expression worried as he sat in the seat beside mine. “O-Or did you like it?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, a scoff making its way out of mouth.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Sorry.” Stiles sighed, rubbing his face with his right hand. “It’s just…”
“It’s just what?” I leaned in closer to him, noticing a small glimpse of fear in his brown eyes. “Stiles?”
Stiles blinked quickly before shaking his head and leaning against the back of the chair.
“I don’t trust him.” He spoke the statement he’s said to all of us over and over again. It’s practically written on his forehead at this point.
“Emma, did he ask you out after the game?” Stiles interrupted, his nerves too anxious not to.
“Yes.” I answered, eating more peanuts.
Stiles didn’t say anything, he just nodded. I am certain that I’m mistaken, but a part of me feels like I just saw hurt flash quickly in his eyes. However, it was gone before I could even check twice.
“What did you, uh, say?”
“I said I’d think about it.” I wiped the salt from the peanuts off on my blue jeans. “But, I lied.”
“You don’t want to go on a date with him?” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows.
“Hell, no.” I shook my head and chuckled.
“But, he’s like super good looking?”
“Do you not remember when I said I don’t ever want a boyfriend, again?” I questioned and Stiles’ eyes fell to the floor.
“Vividly.” He whispered so low it was almost inaudable.
“Stiles.” I spoke his name in a seductive tone and his head snapped up to look at me. “I know you care about my safety, but I could care less about Theo Raeken, right now. Do you know what I really want?”
He shook his head and with a smirk on my lips, I rested my hand on his right thigh.
“To go in that bathroom and let you have your way with me.” I grinned, my fingers lightly squeezing him.
“Here?” Stiles swallowed nervously, peering around the room to see if anyone was near.
“Mmhm.” I nodded, standing up to plant a kiss on his lips and then his jaw. Working my way up to Stiles’ earlobe, nibbling on it and scraping his skin with my teeth.
Stiles let out a satisfied hiss and I knew he’d be putty in my hands in a matter of seconds.
“What if they hear?” Stiles asked, closing his eyes as his fingers gripped my waist. “This house is in fact filled with werewolves.”
“Then, I guess we have to be really quiet.” I mumbled against his neck, the vibrations making him moan.
“Shit, let’s go.” Stiles excitedly spoke, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom.
A hushed giggle escaped my lips as I let him rush me to the small room. I gently closed the door behind us and Stiles picked me up to place me down on the sink counter.
His mouth desperately crashed on mine and my hands grabbed his cheeks, keeping his lips in place. They felt so amazing moving against mine and I softly moaned into his mouth when he pushed his tongue inside.
Stiles’ tongue played with my tongue as his fingers rapidly unbottoned my jeans. Goosebumps made their way on my skin and he unzipped my pants, pulling them down and off my legs.
The denim fell on the floor and I spread my legs for him to settle between them.
“Damn, you’re such a good kisser.” I whispered when Stiles’ lips moved from my lips to my jaw and across my neck.
“You, too.” He smiled against my skin, lightly sucking on my pulse point. But, he didn’t dwell for too long beause we have a strict rule about no hickies.
The second he no longer had his lips pressed against me, I took the advantage to pull his shirt off his body. My teeth biting down on my lip as I appreciated his toned stomach.
“I don’t get how you swoon every single time you see me naked.” Stiles chuckled in a quiet voice as he opened the buttons of my pink blouse.
“Stiles, the sooner you realize you’re sexy as fuck, the better.” I whispered straight into his ear and he smirked at me before placing a lingering kiss on my cheek.
“Holy shit.” Stiles breathed out when he slid my shirt off my arms and, finally, noticed the pair of matching red laced panties I was wearing.
“Do you like it?” I smirked, looking up at him seductively.
“You have no fucking idea.” Stiles quietly moaned, attaching his lips back on mine.
All of the whispering and sneaking around had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and my core getting wetter by the second. But, it was when Stiles removed my panties and put them up on a towel hook that I felt my skin tingle with excitement.
Stiles’ fingers slid the slickness in my folds and his lips worked fervently against mine, his middle finger moving slowly up and down.
My hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, my mouth concentrated on his and my mind focused on how he circled his finger on my clitoris.
He drew patterns against my nub and I felt my body relax into him. Stiles is definitely great with his mouth, but damn… his fingers are my true weakness.
Stiles’ other hand slid across my back and unclasped my bra. He quickly took it off and threw it some place unkown when he sqeezed my breast with his hand.
I let out a breath of satisfaction and his fingers increased his pace on my core. I moaned into his mouth at the feeling of two of his skillfull fingers now pumping inside of me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he quickly moved inside of me, my body clenching in pleasure. It was when Stiles’ hooked his fingers against a sensitive spot that I knew I needed all of him right now.
Without even saying anything or detaching my mouth from his, I pushed his fingers out of me.
“Did I hurt you?” Stiles broke our heated kiss and looked at me, confused. “I’m so sorry.”
My heart swelled at his genuine concern and I bit down on my lip, shaking my head. Stiles, finally, understood why I had taken his hand away when I opened his pants and let them drop onto the floor.
He smirked at me as I licked my lips, appreciating the view of his boner straining against his boxers. Stretching out my hand, I palmed him over the cotton and Stiles hung his head with his eyes closed.
Pressing my mouth back on his, I pushed his boxers down enough to expose his dick. My hand wrapped around him and slowly pumped, Stiles’ forehead resting on my bare shoulder.
I took my time to work him and he kept kissing my skin when I increased my pace. My fingers grazed the precum on his slit and his hips twitched.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.” Stiles whispered and I smiled. He let out a hushed groan when I stopped pumping him.
Something seemed to snap inside of him because he roughly gripped onto my thighs and quickly positioned himself in my entrance.
I bit down harshly on my lip, grabbing his shoulders, as he slid inside of me. My nails dug into his skin with his cock filling me up entirely.
He was buried deep inside me and both of our bodies throbbed in excitement. Stiles fit his face in between my breasts and pressed soft kisses before I hitched my hips up, begging for him to do something.
He waited a few seconds before moving and I leaned my head on the bathroom mirror hanging right above the sink.
Stiles’ cock slipped in and out of me with ease thanks to how wet I was for him. I mean, kowing that I can have sex with this attractive boy whenever I damn please has kept me constantly wet and ready for Stiles to just take me and fuck my brains out.
Which was was he was currently doing.
A strangled moan escaped my lips when he attached his mouth on my nipple and Stiles immediately brought his hand up to my mouth. His fingers pushed past my lips and made their way inside.
“Suck them.” Stiles commanded with a husky voice and my core clenched around him in response.
Never breaking eye contact, I grazed my tongue on his skin and I could taste myself on it. Stiles picked up the pace of our connecting bodies as he watched me gladly suck on his fingers. Sure, it’s main purpose was to hide my moans, but it certainly didn’t fail to make us both even hornier.
Reattaching his mouth on my nipple, Stiles pounded his hips harder into me and I was thankfull his hand covered my filthy moans.
All I could think about was how much I loved this whilst being consumed by the feeling of him fucking me with no mercy.
It was when he bit down harshly on my nipple that I felt my peak near itself. My back arched and my core throbbing against his member.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer.” Stiles whispered and I hummed against his skin.
His lips moved to my neck, nibbling as one of his hands let go of my thigh and moved to massage the back of my knee.
“Go ahead, cum for me.” Stiles whispered straight into my ear, his hot breath dancing on my now sweaty skin.
My toes curled at his dirty words. It wasn’t often then he used them, but damn when he did… God help us all.
Stiles moaned into my neck when my hand moved towards our connecting bodies and pressed against my clit. It took me about three seconds of rubbing my nub before the wave of ecstasy crashed down on me and I was drowning in the waters of my own intense orgasm.
My body shook with such force that the cup that held toothbrushes fell into the sink. Stiles didn’t even bother to care because the feeling of my core clenching tightly around him had his own release reach him.
Stiles bit down on my shoulder and I could feel the muscles of his back arching against my hand as his hot liquid spilled into me.
The only sound that followed our incredible orgasms was the both of us panting whilst we came down from our highs. Stiles breathed into my neck and my legs and arms fell limp in exhaustion.
When we were both back into reality, Stiles pulled out of me and I felt cold without him there. He grabbed toilet paper and wet it, cleaning his dick from both of our juices. Stiles kindly cleaned me next and I blushed at his actions.
He helped me down from the sink and placed me on the floor. The second he let go of me, my knees went weak and I began falling.
“Whoa, there.” Stiles chuckled, grabbing me by the waist before I could actually hit the ground. “Having trouble standing?”
“Apparently.” I quietly laughed and he laughed with me.
“Here, hold onto the counter while I put your clothes back on.” He helped guide my hands to the surface and I gripped it.
Stiles slowly let go, trying to see wether or not I would slip again. My legs were wobbly, but I managed to hold on tight.
He took my panties off the hook and kneeled down in front of me. Carefully, I lifted one foot at a time for him to place them on my legs. Stiles slid them up as he stood.
I smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed, when he lifted it over my ass and snapped the waistband against my hips.
The jeans were a bit harder to put on me, but Stiles managed to do it suprisingly well. His arm wrapped around my waist and he told me to let go of the counter. I did what he requested and he pulled me towards the lid-covered toilet, sitting me down on it.
“Can you put your shirt and bra on?” Stiles asked, grabbing the two pieces of clothing and I nodded.
I took them from his hand and put them on my body, watching with a smirk as he put his own clothes back on. I don’t really know why, but I always get turned on whenever I see him either taking off or putting on his belt. It’s a strange confession that I have yet to tell him.
“Do you think they’re right outside?” I asked when he was fully dressed again and fixing his hair so it didn’t look like he just had sex.
“Shit, I forgot about that.” Stiles groaned.
With a sigh, he slowly opened the door just enough to peek through the small crack. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before pushing the door all the way open.
“They’re not even here.” Stiles stated, looking around to see if he could find anyone and eventually gave up. “Can you stand now?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, getting a grip of the hands he extending to me. “Let’s see.”
Once I stood up from the toilet seat, he slowly let go of my hands. Watching me carefully the entire time. We both immediately smiled when I was actually able to stand on my own again.
“You did it!” Stiles exclaimed, celebrating my conquest. “Good job!”
And then, for the second time tonight, Stiles kissed me unexpectedly. It wasn’t a kiss full of lust and it wasn’t chaste either.
One of his hands slid around my waist and the other got a hold of my cheek. I was so surprised that I didn’t even have the idea to stop him. I kissed him back fully and I could feel my head spinning in response.
Stiles slowly broke the kiss, but he kept his face close to mine. He pushed a loose hair behind my ear and my cheeks heated with a blush. Stiles smiled as his gorgeous brown eyes pierced into mine, making my heart flutter.
Suddenly, everything changed in one instant. I felt myself falling into a pit that I desperately wanted nothing to be a part of.
It was as if a switch has been flicked and it turned on this feeling that was deep inside of me, now bringing it to the surface.
It now all made perfect sense why I felt horrible when Lydia and Stiles kissed. Why I kept looking over at him when I was on Theo’s lap. Why, even though he’s cute and would be great to get into bed with, I wasn’t the least bit interested in going out with the new werewolf.
Looking at him now, I realize I see something I didn’t the night before. The person who was just a friend moments ago is now the only person I ever imagine myself with.
“Come on.” Stiles grinned, slipping a hand into mine. “Let’s go find our friends.”
My heart beated faster than ever as I let him pull me outside of the bathroom. He looked around the dining room, trying to find the others.
But, I couldn’t concentrate on helping him. I was too terrified at that fact that I fell in love with the one person I wasn’t supposed to.
calfreezy x reader imagine: it’s just a prank bro!
(i had to lolol im sorry)
“Could you do a Calfreezy imagine where he’s planning to pull a prank on (Y/N) by telling her he cheated but she instantly sees the camera and to get back at him she tells him it’s okay because she cheated on him or something like that? And after its just sweet and fluffy. Thank you!”
“Y/N, can I talk to you for a hot sec?”
Callum leaned his head round the door frame of his bedroom where I was sitting in his bed, scrolling through twitter on my laptop whilst he filmed a Q&A in the other room. He had originally asked me to join him however I declined, not wanting to make an appearance whilst feeling as rough as I did on this day. Last night was New Years; and I remembered absolutely nothing. Not even midnight. For all I know, Callum could have kissed any other girl in the room at midnight and I literally would have not an inkling. This, of course, didn’t leave me feeling in best condition for the first day of the year.
“Sure,” I responded to Callum. “Are you done filming?”
“Yeah.” He answered. I made space in his bed for him to come over however he declined.
“No, in the lounge.”
“Oh Callum why?” I groaned, uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his bed being it was cold and bright outside of this room.
“I know baby I know, but it’s serious and I don’t want Harry to hear, which he will if I talk to you about it in here.”
“Okay..” I rubbed my head, slightly concerned. “Just give me a minute to adjust.”
“Whatever you wish,” he smiled before leaving the room. I went to log out of twitter when I noticed he had tweeted only a couple of minutes before. The tweet read something about pulling one final prank before the Q&a ended. I logged out, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as I realised he had told me it was already over, and as I was dry, clean and not physically jumping him, no pranks had been pulled on me as far as I was aware. I stood anyway, stretching. I was wearing only one of Cal’s weezy shirts and my underwear. I contemplated putting on extra clothes but decided against it.
“This better be good, my everything kills.” I warned Callum as I made my way into the lounge. He was sat on a chair in front of the balcony window, another chair next to him reserved for me. He looked nervous. I took my seat, looking up at him.
Behind him, taped to the TV i instantly noticed a go pro. I squinted my eyes to focus on it. Was I being recorded?
“So Y/n,” Cal began to speak, interrupting my thoughts as I looked at him. “Obviously last night was New Years, and we had a party, in this very flat.”
“Yes?” I questioned. “Why are you telling me this, I know, I was there..”
“But you were extremely intoxicated were you not?”
He looked down, his hands clasped together.
“Last night..I kissed someone else. I cheated. I’m sorry.”
I turned away from him, feeling my heart drop. I looked over at the door contemplating whether or not to just get up and leave when I saw another camera, taped to the top of the door. Then everything made sense: the tweet, the go pro. I was being pranked.
I looked down, smirking. This should be fun.
“Cal..” I looked back up at him. “I’m so glad were on the same page.”
“I’m so sorry- wait, what?”
“I’m glad you did, because I did too.”
“Y/N? You did what? Are you still drunk why aren’t you mad?”
“Cal,” I grabbed his hand in mine. “At midnight, I kissed Simon. I’m so sorry.”
“Y/n? Are you fucking serious?”
His face paled, jaw wide open. His reaction was priceless.
“Cal you kissed someone too! it’s alright, we’re even!”
“No we’re not fucking even! You cheated!” He stood up.
“Cal I’m sorry, I was just so drunk and you look so alike..I thought it was you!”
He stood still, his fists clenched. Suddenly his face screwed up.
“You thought he was..Y/N are you pranking me?”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my mouth as I jumped up onto Cal, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stood completely still faking anger, although he couldn’t stop the smile that made it’s way onto his face. I planted small kisses all over his neck.
“I GOT YOU YOU FUCK!” I exclaimed through a laugh. “WHO GOT PRANKED NOW BITCH?”
“YOU FUCKING MADE MY HEART DROP!”
He placed his large hands on my waist, squeezing me before he began tickling me. I giggled into his neck as he carried me over to the sofa and threw me down upon it, still tickling me. When I begged him to stop he didn’t and so I pulled his shirt. He lowered himself onto me and our lips met, smiling against eachother.
“I love you you fuck,” I whispered into him.
“I love you too.” He replied before kissing me once more. I ran my hands through his hair as he climbed on top of me, his hands still on my waist, briefly coming in contact with the lace of my underwear.
“Oh Jesus get a room you two.” Harry groaned, entering the room suddenly.
May I request a Photographer Jughead and a Modeling to pay her way through college Betty fic pretty please? With Betty becoming Jug's muse?
Girls On Film: Part 1
Summary: After insulting every major supermodel in the business, world renowned fashion photographer, Jughead Jones, is paired with up-and-coming model, Betty Cooper.
Warnings: Swearing and drinking.
A/N: I know nothing about the modelling/photography world. Most of my knowledge comes from America’s Next Top Model. I’m really sorry this is so long. Also, I have nothing against any of the models mentioned in this story.
“Cara cancelled.” Veronica Lodge informed her boss Jughead Jones.
“Why?” He asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. He looked at a variety of different lenses with his assistant photographer, Sabrina Spellmen, a tiny, blonde wannabe photographer.
“She found out you were the one shooting and pulled out.” Veronica gathered her dark brown hair into a ponytail, faking nonchalance as she waited for more questions from the world most sought after fashion photographer.
“Why would she do that?” He questioned, handing Sabrina suitcases full of equipment. “We took such beautiful pictures together.” He lied.
“She doesn’t really remember it that way.” Veronica crossed her jean clad legs, letting her foot bounce. “She remembers a large argument where you called her ‘a fucking brain dead meat sack with a pretty face’ and she told you to go fuck yourself and then you called her a cunt.” Veronica raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember that, Jug? Cause I do and apparently so does Cara and she didn’t take so kindly to it.”
He placed his clenched fists on the table. “I asked her to look wistful and I asked her if she knew what that meant and she nodded.” He turned to look at Veronica. “And instead of wistful, I got constipated. Thank god she’s beautiful and I could salvage the shoot.” He pulled on his suspenders as he walked around his bright living room. “How about instead of giving the models free clothes at the end of each shoot we hand them a fucking dictionary.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Its bullshit, they go on about my temper but does anyone say anything about their mediocrity? Just because they are hot doesn’t mean they are models. We aren’t just selling clothes, we are selling a lifestyle and if I can’t get girls who can take direction then I can’t do my job.” He untied his flannel button down from around his waist, discarding it on the bed. “I need girls with fire in their eyes.”
“Well, I’m not sure what you are getting today but I’ve heard good things.” Veronica stood up and pulled out a portfolio. She placed it on the coffee table and pushed it over to him. “She walked the runway for Dolce and Gabanna, Elie Saab and Dior last season.”
“I don’t give a shit about runway.” He snapped approaching her.
“She’s a former ballerina but she quit because she was too tall.”
“Six feet and because she used to dance she’s very flexible and good with her body.” Veronica informed. “She’s done editorial in Vogue, Elle, W and Paper Magazine.”
“Let me see her face.”
Veronica moved out of the way and let him browse the portfolio. The first thing Jughead noticed was her body, you could tell how tall she was without scale and Veronica was right, she knew how to move and pose it. The only problem was the photographers didn’t know to photograph her properly. They made her look awkward and gangly.
He turned the page to see a shot of just her face. Her blonde hair was slicked back and she had honey running down her face, dripping off her eyelashes and mouth. She had a strong jaw line, cheekbones that most models would die for, pouty lips, and green-blue eyes that looked like that were churning in the still image.
That is what he wanted. That was fire.
“What’s her name?” He asked.
“Elizabeth Cooper,” Veronica said looking at her nails.
“And we have her?” Jughead moved away from the table and grabbed his bag.
“She is on site right now in hair and make-up, waiting for you.” Veronica packed everything up realizing they were about to leave. Sabrina was piling bags and boxes up near the door.
“This is what I’m talking about.” He pointed at the portfolio. “Finally a model I can actually work with.” He grabbed his sunglasses and slung his bag over his shoulder. “I should start calling people cunts more often, this really worked out for me.” He grinned.
“I really wish you wouldn’t.” Veronica muttered, as the three of them left his house and headed to the site.
Omg Dave Strider is so cute. He has the best bed hair, and when he's waking up, his eyes before he finds his sunglasses, all sleepy, are the Best Thing. And just after he's showered and his hair is still slightly damp, and he smells really floral because he uses Rose's shower gel.
Y ES YES ALL THE YES LET ME INTRODUCE YOU MY FAVORITE SCENARIO *drops quirk*
Imagine this: Karkat wakes up before Dave and is sitting in the living room or something. He looks up when Dave walks in and just. JAW ==> DROP
Dave shuffles in because he is still *TOO TIRED* so he’s just. Barely walking. And he’s got this WILD bedhead that goes right to Karkat’s gut because it’s fucking HOT AS SHIT OK DAVES BEDHEAD IS SO GOOD anyway *coughs*
Karkat is like. Dumbstruck. Dave is wearing a way oversized tshirt and boxers and that’s it? And its hella adorable?? His eyes are lidded he’s barely awake but what’s shown of his eyes behind crazy long eyelashes is this BRILLIANT BRIGHT RED its absolutely VIBRANT, they look sort of like bright red rubies and passion and fire and its CUTE AND HOT
And then he yawns and makes a teeny little noise with it like small and cute and kinda kitten like and Karkat just MELTS. AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN!!! He says “mornin” bUT HIS SOUTHERN ACCENT SLIPS OUT BIG TIME!! ITS THICK AND TIRED AND CUTE and Karkat just fucking DIES he LOVES DAVE SO MUCH