and possibly lick it

darling, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I wrote this really quick for you. I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I went to a 100 % unicorns place, so I hope this makes you smile a little.

A shadow falls across Stiles’ worksheet and he looks up to see Lydia, mouth pursed, staring down at him. She says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

“About as much as the average eleven year old boy,” he says, which is: not much. Horse-like, pointy horn, something to do with virgins.

Of course, he goes home and finds out everything he can about them immediately. Both because Lydia asked, and because now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lydia has forgotten all about their conversation by the time he’s ready to dazzle her with his knowledge, so alas, his mad unicorn skillz lie dormant for years, until all the shit with the werewolves.


Stiles is cat-napping in a spill of sun when all his warmth is blocked—he makes an irritated sound and opens his eyes to find Derek looming over him, frowning.  Stiles kicks out a foot and rolls over onto his side in the grass.

Derek says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

Stiles yawns and says, “A surprising amount for a teenage boy.”

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Fixing things around the Haus was never really about the dibs for Dex. But, all the same, in the back of his mind he was still relying on his efforts in that department to secure him housing for his junior year at Samwell.

Which is why he’s a little surprised at himself for the sinking feeling in his gut when he’s officially offered a spot.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Lardo blinks at him, clearly startled by his lack of enthusiasm, her hand still held out between them waiting for him to reach out and seal the deal.

Dex shakes his head and reaches his own hand out belatedly. Only to have Lardo pull back. “Bro. I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t really want it.”

“No, no, I do! I promise I do. I’m sorry, I just thought…”

He thought that he’d be getting either Ransom or Holster’s dibs. And that Nursey would be getting the other’s. And, despite the fact that Dex has been dreading the very idea of that for the entire school year, he feels off kilter and lost now trying to imagine a scenario in which he lives at the Haus without Nursey constantly underfoot.

Even these past two years of living in the dorms, Nursey still always somehow manages to end up at the Haus whenever Dex does, stealing the last slice of pie while verbally needling at sore spots he knows well enough will get a rise out of his fellow D-man.

It seemed pointless to even hope that getting dibs wouldn’t somehow include Nursey at his side, and so Dex never bothered to factor in the possibility. He resigned himself to his fate. And now, presented with an alternative, he has no idea what to think.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, watching Lardo’s eyes narrow at him, assessing. “Do you know who Rans and Holster are giving theirs to?”

“They’re giving them to Nursey, bro.”

“Right. But to Nursey and…?

“Just Nursey.” She shrugs. “Those bunkbeds don’t even have a ladder anymore, so we figured we’d turn the attic back into a single for now. And we thought we’d do you all a solid by making sure the SMH didn’t lose it’s next best D-man pair due to mutual homicide within the first week of preseason by making you shack up together. We’ve all seen how you two handle sharing a hotel room on roadies.”

To be fair, how they handle it nowadays is wildly different from the roughhousing mess of their first semester at Samwell. But apparently no one’s noticed that.

Dex goes abruptly still as a thought occurs to him that feels like a bucket of ice water over his head. “Wait. Was this Nurse’s idea?”

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Keep It Down (Smut)


Request: Aaliyah has friends over, but Shawn is needy. 

Word count: 1,301 (kinda short, so let’s call it a blurb)

Shawn grabbed roughly around your waist, after slamming the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind you.

In a quick move, he picked you up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He banged your back against the wall, leaving behind a loud noise, as he roughly smashed his craving lips into yours.

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Every Possible Past

Lars sat with his knees pulled close to his body, leaning against the rough-hewn surface of the kindergarten wall. He trailed his finger through the thin coating of dirt on the rockbed floor. He drew distracted shapes and wrote out words and names in the dirt, all of which he wiped clean and started anew, his brow furrowed.

Pad watched from behind. Unseeable, her eye flickered between Lars and the drawings in the dirt. She picked up the hem of her dress and moved to his side, sitting down with only a few inches of space between them. Lars said nothing. Pad didn’t either, for a while.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Me? Nothing,” Lars muttered. He erased a smiling sun and started anew. “Thinking.”

“…About?” Pad asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Stuff,” he answered. He picked his hand up from the dirt, seemingly lost for what to do. “Like, about this. Here.” Lars motioned to the rock walls stretching too high to measure, filtering through just enough light to see the rock dust trailing through the air, large and enveloping. “Where I’m stuck. Forever, maybe. And I’m thinking about if just…if I coulda avoided any of this if I’d just stopped being a coward sooner. That ‘stuff’.”

“Oh,” Pad answered. She stuck her own finger in the dirt, tracing squiggles. “No, you couldn’t have. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Lars blinked. “I didn’t even explain.”

“You’re concerned that your fate may have been avoided if you had helped Steven escape from Topaz sooner.” Pad added her own smiley face among the squiggles in the dirt. “Or perhaps if you had saved your blond friend on the ship when Aquamarine and Topaz descended upon you.”

Lars straightened, back against the stone wall. Then he pushed himself standing. “How do you know this stuff?”

Pad paused, her finger trailing midway through the dust. “Oh. Oh of course. My future vision is broken. It can only see the past.”

“So you can see…what, everything that happened?”

“And everything that might have happened. Like an endless tree.” She stood, and dusted herself off. “Most Sapphires can see all the possible things that might happen. I can only see the things that might have happened.”

Lars swallowed, and he stammered, and slowly he found the words. “The things that might have happened.”


“So you can tell me what would have happened to me if I’d done this differently.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What would have happened if uh…what if I had helped Sadie when she needed help on the ship?”

Pad remained silent for a few seconds. A hollow wind blew through the caverns. “Ah yes, I see that vision now. You would have plummeted into the water with all the human others. And Steven would have vanished on the ship. You would have returned solemnly to your home. The next morning, you would have entered into a building with a large ring on the top.”

“The Big Donut.”

“Yes. That’s what the sign would have said.”

“What about Sadie?”

Another few seconds of silence. Pad clasped her hands together. “She would be there too. But you would not speak much with her. The disappearance of Steven would have left you both in turmoil.”

Lars wrung his hands together. “Okay… okay okay. That would have happened a couple days ago, yeah? What would be happening right now? If I was home? Where would I be?”

Pad shook her head. “Oh. I can’t see the possible presents.”

Lars licked his lips. Then he nodded. “Okay so…if I asked you tomorrow, would you be able to tell me what would have happened today? If I never left home?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would be able to tell you that.”

“Okay. Okay then.” Lars leaned against the wall, sinking slowly down it. He patted the dusty ground beside him. “If you’ve got some time now. Then could you tell me what um—if I had gotten off that ship, and stayed home—what would I have done yesterday?”

Pad picked up the hem of her dress and dropped into the offered spot. She fell silent a few moments before her mouth opened. “You would have returned to your place of work once more—the Big Donut. And you would have spoken to Sadie. She would have been difficult to console, as would you, but you would have triumphed eventually. She would have laughed at a humorous remark you found from the internet. This would have made you proud.”

Ten years pass quickly for Gems, not so much for humans. Lars wasn’t sure how these last ten years had passed for him, slow and fast at the same time. His physical body has not changed much, though his hair has grown much longer.

Lars leaned his back against the rough stone wall, free of dust now, and he waited for Pad to appear by his side.

When she did, Lars sunk to the ground, knees against his chest, and patted the same spot as always—as he did every day—for Pad to sit.

“So…tell me about yesterday. If I had stayed home, what would have happened yesterday?” Lars asked with urgency. It was the same question he had asked every day of the last ten years, but he was anxious now. He knew what might occur.

Pad smiled. She clasped her hands together. “You would have taken Sadie out to a food place along the beach. It would have been the one she told you she loved as a small human. And you would have taken that polished and cut stone out of your pocket, in the soft black box, and you would have presented it to her. You would have lowered yourself onto one knee first, and unfurled the box, and said, ‘Sadie, would you marry me?’”

Lars’s heart pounded in his ears. He swallowed dryly, leaning in. “What would she have said?”

“She would have said ‘Of course Lars. Of course.’”

Lars let out a strained breath, a noise of relief, or perhaps disbelief. He blinked harder, and leaned back against the wall, and traced his hand through the dirt. “Oh my god… Oh my god she would have said yes. She would have said yes.”

“Yes, she would have,” Pad answered.

The noise Lars made was soft, and wet, and it echoed out. Bouncing against the vast and dark heights of the kindergarten walls, absorbed and deflected in the cold hollow shells of Gems long extracted. And then it was lost to the cavern, that isolated and dark sealed off place. Inescapable.

A hollow wind replaced it.

Lars’s hand traced the shape of a heart in the dust, and the small strained noises from his throat dried up until only tears leaked down his cheeks. His hand stopped once it trembled too hard to trace anything more.

Tease (M)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.1k 

Summary: His eyebrows furrowed as he took in your bare legs, before asking, “Baby, aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out.” His chocolate brown eyes widened immediately again as he saw you unbuttoning the sixth button on your coat and his eyebrows neatened themselves out when he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. 

» Song: Rihanna - Skin.

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Stripper!JB au. Moodboard by @baebae-goodnight.

Word Count: 3.9k.

This ones for the Jaebooty chat ladies. You’re welcome. @suhotrashanon @kimnamwho @chanyeolandthebananas @the-porcelain-doll-xo.

Caution: Smut ahead.

Bright lights and loud music overloaded your senses as you sat in the crowd of screaming women. This wasn’t your scene and you had no desire to be here considering all that had happened the past few days. But your friends had managed to convince you this was the best way to get over your cheating ex. So here you were at ladies night at the local strip club many drinks later with a bag full of $1 bills. 

As you sipped your drink as you watched the show, one dancer catching your eye. You tried to push away your wicked thoughts but the alcohol had made you weak to the sweaty shirtless dancer. The way he moved his hips and licked his lips filled your mind with sinful possibilities. It didn’t help that he was constantly in your sight like, it was like he was trying to gain your attention. 

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Next-door neighbor

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader.

Genre: Smut. 

Word Count: 2K.

Summary: One evening when you’re having trouble cooking dinner, your cute neighbor comes to help you, but you end up being nowhere near the kitchen… 

warning, some quite explicit language and smut ahead (◕‿◕✿)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You snort for the 29th time that evening, repeating yourself that you should’ve listened to your mother when she tried to teach you how to cook a damn plate of rice or literally anything else.

“It doesn’t seem that hard when she does it!” you blurt to yourself under your breath. But there’s no way. You give up and decide that you weren’t even that hungry.  You can go one day without eating! It’s not that big of a deal… and you’re fairly tired, so what could go wrong if you just turn on the TV for a little while…?

You’re suddenly startled by the fire alarm going off. Anyone else would be scared, but you just sigh. “Goddamn it, not again” you just think. It was the… 4th? Maybe 5th time… that month… You lazily get up from the couch and slowly walk towards the kitchen. “There it is; that damn fire again. How can I always forget…” you don’t even get to finish thinking about it, when your doorbell unexpectedly rings. It’s strange, usually after the 3rd time nobody checked upon you anymore, they’d just assume that you were trying to cook again.

Trying not to cough too much because of the smoke, you open the door just to find your breathtakingly cute next-door neighbor awkwardly standing there, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and pity. You try your best to smile, knowing you’re probably looking like a terrible mess.

“Oh hi Jungkook… right?” You ask, pretending you didn’t remember his name, as if you didn’t have a major crush on him for years. “What a surprise…”

He nods, giving you that smile that could melt even the coldest ice.

Well yeah… what it’s not a surprise is you burning up everything, you know Y/N”. He rests one of his arms on your door’s frame, being dangerously close to you. You mumble uselessly to yourself, trying desperately to come up with a good comeback. But he’s damn right; it’s nothing new. “So”, he continues, as he effortlessly sets you aside to step into your apartment, “I’ll have to fix this… uh… situation” he chuckles.

You raise an eyebrow, but don’t complain as you close the door, trying your best to not faint at the idea of you and Jeon fucking Jungkook being in the same apartment, your apartment. This is a scenario you’d only dreamed of.

“I’m sorry I don’t think I’m getting this yet, what are you going to fix? you finally gather the courage to ask, as you walk up to where he’s standing.

He looks at you with a smirk creeping upon his lips, and puts his arms on your shoulders, pressing gently.

I’m teaching you how to cook, Y/N.

You let out a loud laugh as you put your arms on both sides of your waist.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. Plus, I don’t think I’ve asked for your help-

“Well but you obviously need it, girl he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence. You chuckle at the way he remarks the word ‘obviously’. Little shit, he thinks he’s so good.

You sigh, knowing that any complain would be useless, but definitely not disliking the idea at all. You decide to just relax and see what happens, but as Jungkook backs away to take off his sweater and ‘accidentally’ lifts a little bit of his shirt with it, not much but just enough so that you could see his back muscles, you feel a well-known tickling deep down your core. And in that moment, you know exactly how you want the night to end. A soft smirk appears on your face, as your eyes darken, and you bite your lower lip.  

Fine then, teach me” you say in the softest, sexiest voice you’re capable of doing.

He raises an eyebrow, but smiles in a strange way, as he struts confidently towards you. When he’s rather too close to your face, he looks down to your lips as he licks his, and  comes just a little closer to you to tell you in the ear in a deep, husky voice that makes you tremble, “oh, believe me, I’ll be glad to teach you some new… things… tonight.”  

In that moment, you know that he’s in the same page as you; what is more, you think he probably never had the intention to teach you how to cook anyway. But you won’t give up that easily, not until he’s on his knees begging for you to fuck him. So you decide to quickly move away from him, while a big, playful grin appears on your lips.

“So… what should we start with? you say in the most innocent tone that you can, which is not much, since your mind is full with the idea of Jungkook fiercely filling you up on the table, on the couch, even on the fucking floor.

He catches up on your game really fast with a small smirk and dark eyes, which only seems to turn you on even more.

Well, come over here and I’ll be teaching you the basics today, but I can always come back and teach you some more.

With a playful wink, he goes over to the counter of the kitchen and purposely gives you a glorious sight of his ass, as he pretends to be looking for something. You bite your lip; damn this boy surely knows how to tease. As you feel your underwear get wet due to your dirty thoughts, you decide you’ve had enough; you suddenly don’t’ want to play anymore, and if it takes any longer, you might be the one begging him to fuck the shit out of you.

You walk towards him, placing yourself very close behind him, but without actually touching him. You feel him stiffen as you slowly place your hands upon his waist, caressing the little skin that became exposed thanks to his shirt lifting while he was ‘looking for something’.

So…” you say quietly on his ear, as your hands wander a little lower and beyond his waist, “when are we starting? I’m eager to learn from you, Kookie.

You don’t even have the time to smile after teasing him in such a way, because he’s already taken control of the situation and has quickly turned himself and placed you against the counter, where his prominent bulge can comfortably press against your core, pulling out a moan out of your lips, which only seems to turn him on even more, and he takes no time in furiously taking your lips into his and kissing you like the world was ending tomorrow.

“You’ve been a very bad girl tonight; you know it, right Y/N?”

You don’t even try to answer him; too busy focusing on the wet kisses he’s leaving on your neck, and drifting lower every time. In no longer than a few minutes of intense kissing, you were already stripped down from all your clothes, sat on the counter with both legs up on Jungkook’s shoulders, as his skilled tongue playfully teased you, leaving wet kisses on your inner thighs, as you just wish he’d go straight to the point. You let out a loud moan as you finally feel him fiercely eating your pussy like it was his last meal.

You know… this tastes so much better than whatever I could’ve cooked for you, Y/N” he whispers without lifting his head, his hot breath hitting your dripping wet vagina and making you scream his name, but before you could even tell him you were really close to reaching the first orgasm of the night, he suddenly stopped, smiling against you and depositing one last kiss on the top of your swollen clit, as he grabbed you by your hair and made you kneel in front of him. You lick your lips, already knowing how well his cock is going to taste, and take no time in unzipping his jeans and taking of his boxers with your mouth, which made him growl and tighten his grip on your hair.

As you ecstatically watch his member emerge from his boxer and stand tall and high, you can’t help but lick your lips with lust.

No hands, baby girl” Jungkook says so quietly that you’re not even sure you heard him correctly.

You decide to tease him a little, as your revenge for him leaving you hanging so close to the highest point. You start by slowly licking just the top of his dick, which makes him growl in a way that turns you on in forms you didn’t know were possible. You continue by licking the rest of it like it were a lollipop, going decidedly slow, almost torturing him, his moaning only is motivating you. After deciding he’d had enough, you finally take it all in your mouth, as he let out a loud groan. The thought of the neighbors hearing only helped in turning the two of you on.

Ah, fuck, Y/N, if I knew you were this good I would’ve came here the fucking first time that goddamn fire alarm went off”.

You smile against the head of his cock, his husky, raspy voice making you even wetter. After spending some time taking care of him with your lips, you suddenly take it out your mouth when you feel a little of precum coming out of the tip, making him groan and complain in such a deep voice that was enough alone to make you orgasm.

He harshly takes you by the hair again to make you stand up and puts you against the counter once again, but although he was being incredibly tough, he often looked at you with warm, caring eyes to make sure everything was ok and he wasn’t crossing any line.

You let out an extremely loud moan as you feel the tip of his cock teasing your slit. He stays still, tempting, teasing you to grind yourself against him, which made him groan and suddenly enter you in one energetic movement.  You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to feel him deeper inside you, and you two become one big moaning mess. He playfully bites the lobe of your ear, as he lets out almost in a growl “yeah baby girl, come on, scream for daddy.

Seeming as the word daddy only made you scream louder, a big smirk appears on his face. When he starts to harshly play with your erect nipples, you know you’re close.  But this time, as you tell him so, nor only doesn’t he stop, but continues to go faster. And as you two reach the orgasm together, mashed up in a trembling, moaning, sweaty mess, he gently goes off of you, before giving you a peck in the lips and guiding you towards the couch, where you sit on his lap before starting to ride him.

As he firmly grabs your ass with both hands, you tangle your arms around his neck to fiercely kiss him, the feeling of your boobs tightly pressed against his bare chest only making him go faster and groan louder.

You ride me so well, princess, keep –ahh, fuck Y/N, keep going, I’ve been wanting to fuck your tight pussy like this since the first day I came into this fucking building.

With those little comments he dropped every now and then, you only feel you’re closer to your second orgasm. And when you finally reach it, moaning and swearing in a sea of pleasure, you’re sure to keep riding him for a little while until he reaches it too, the feeling of his cum filling your pussy making you want more. But you were exhausted, and he was too, so you slowly stand up before going to the bathroom for a towel.

After you were both clean, he kisses you softly on the lips, before leaning back on the couch and taking your hand to carefully put you on top of him, this time; his eyes weren’t darkened with lust but full of affection. He kisses your forehead before falling sound asleep, and before falling asleep yourself, you make a mental promise to thank yourself for not learning to cook.

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well this was my first smut writting ever lmao, i hope it didn’t suck ✿ 

Stay Professional! Pt. 13

NSFW! Work AU! Fluff, Angst and long awaited smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12

Summary: You can’t help but once again fall for and swoon over the ridiculously charming: Jeon Jungkook, the future CEO of one of the largest companies in South Korea. You knew that rushing your relationship with him was logically and morally wrong but- would your infatuated and thirsty state override all commonsense? 

A/N: This is my first time writing explicit smut! Can I please emphasise that. But I hope you enjoy regardless, just be weary before you read– your thirst for Jeon Jungkook might become light threatening after this. 

After the ‘first date’, Jungkook had offered to take you to work every morning. Really, it was just an excuse to see you right before he went to work and accumulated stress but all of that would disappear the next morning- when he laid his eyes upon the ‘beauty’ he claimed you to be.

You didn’t plan on accepting Jungkook so quickly, but you found that you made the right decision. You were much happier than before but you were pretty much infatuated with him. It felt wrong and it wasn’t ideal to be head over heels for someone that you had just fixed together your trust for… but you simply couldn’t help it. He was beyond gorgeous and he was unexpectedly cheesy to a point where rolling your eyes had become a habit around him. 

There came many more dates soon after the first and things progressed healthily. He’d sometimes surprise you after work by picking you up and taking you out to dinner. He’d suggest all these fine dining places but you’d always end up rejecting them because you felt as though you didn’t own clothes fit enough for such extravagant restaurants. 

Jungkook always made sure to remind you that he was always thinking about you. It was rather… childish and clingy… but too sweet to a point complaining was way out of question. He often sent you texts midday asking how your day is so far, or what you ate for lunch or what you had planned after work. 

Your relationship with him was completely innocent. Jungkook always drove you home no matter what time it was and didn’t leave until he saw you enter your apartment. After dinner dates and long conversations, he’d walk you up the stairs to say goodbye with evident hesitation on his features. That was the part he always struggled with. He couldn’t afford to kiss you because he was too afraid he’d lose himself in your sweet taste and aroma. 

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Confession: I love eating pussy because I love the way you taste. I love controlling your orgasm and I do it just to see the look on your face, to hear you moan, to feel your body twist and jerk with with every lick, and to make you cum as hard as possible and in the nastiest way. Get over it.

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Just like candy - Sirius Black x Reader(smut)

Requested by @underworldsheiress : Hi, can I request a story where the reader is Remus twin sister and she is in love with Sirius since the first year but is too shy to tall to him because she is his opposite. But Sirius is in love with her and won’t admit because she is the little sister of his best friends. And the reader and Sirius are doing a project together and somehow this ends up in smut and Remus finding them having sex and gets angry. (Sorry if is too detailed and maybe I had sent this incomplete by accident before.)
Warnings:THIS CONTAINS SMUT! My English as always and swearing(?) Lupin Sister? 
Gifs aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.

 You were Remus’ twin sister. That’s all you could ever be. To him. He could never look at you in any different way. The shy, quiet and introvert sister. Little did you know that he thought of you as enigmatic, inspiring and exceptional.
  You were friends with the Marauders-your brother being one-since day one. They were lovely. Kind and funny, stupid at some point, even annoying. But they were your brothers. Well, not everyone. You held a bit more for one in particular. But so did every other girl in the school. That’s why you stopped holding on to hope. That and because Remus would flip.     Thankfully he hadn’t had the slightest idea. James though… he knew everything-he was a bit more of a brother than your own brother. You could actually open up about that kind of things. Yes, Lily was wonderful but the girl was utterly dense to her own feelings. James felt torn. He had promised you not to say a word-the same promise he had made to someone else as well. But of course, you couldn’t have known that.
  Slowly, you realized how different you two were. You were extremely private- he was all about the public. You valued knowledge and tried your best and therefore you were the ideal type of student. He, to simply put it, didn’t give a flying care about academic achievement. He was smart, very smart-just not interested in classes.  You were really uncomfortable when someone was flirting with you-he, oh Merlin, he was the absolute flirt. You never let out the sarcastic remarks you wanted because it was rude. He was more cunning than a Slytherin.
   You were far too different. Worlds apart. That, however, never stopped your heart from breaking whenever you saw a new mark on his neck or even a girl by his arm. You thought that as the years would pass, you would have managed to stop thinking about him. You have dated couple of guys-much to your brothers’ dismay. Remus didn’t really like the idea of you dating. Mainly because he knew what the boys were thinking about you. He had seen the way they were looking at you. You were his sister!
   You did everything you could to get over him. It was very hard. You knew him better than anyone. When he ran away from his house and went to James, you were the only person to get him to talk, or eat or function like a human being again.
Your heart had a bad, a very bad, habit of loving him. Because you couldn’t keep ignoring that word. You loved him. And just like every bad habit, it was so difficult to unlearn him. You had realized that you weren’t just in love with him. Being in love with someone, meant to you that you want them to be happy with you. Loving someone… you want them to be happy. And that’s all you wanted for him. To finally find happiness.
You had successfully avoided being paired up with him. Until a week ago. McGonagall had assigned you an essay on the Animagus thing-something both of you had mastered years ago.
  Naturally, even though you were a bit relaxed, you wanted to get it over with. He on the other hand… not so much. The essay was due tomorrow and you hadn’t even started. Your usually loving and shy self was nowhere to be found. You were fuming. You walked in their dorm without knocking. Just barged in.
“Sirius Orion FUCKING Black” you exclaimed, leaving the boys taken aback and terrified. All except Remus. He knew this side of you.
“Okay, folks. Let’s leave them to it” James said, dragging a very unwilling Remus and a confused Peter outside and closing the door behind him. You were glaring daggers at him.
“Hello love” he greeted you after a second. He had never seen you mad. Not even when Snape called your-no, wait. He had seen you beat the crap out of him when he called Remus a mistake. He ended up with four broken ribs, a broken leg and almost a broken skull as well. But you were never mad at him. He thought you looked sexy-you didn’t know this. Oh, how many things you didn’t know… He loved how different you were. Almost too different. But no. You were complemented each other. You were the solace he was looking for-even if he appeared to be louder than a thunder. You were everything he wanted. But you were his friends’ sister.
“Hello, my ass”. You didn’t usually swear but how dare he jeopardize your grades?
Again, he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. You caught that much. You couldn’t have known that he indeed wanted to devour you-in every way possible. He licked his lips unconsciously. You blushed but blamed it on the madness.
“Easy baby. What’s wrong?” he asked you nonchalantly. Baby? Baby? Was he for real? You were furious.
You walked over there, one finger pointing him.
“You don’t even remember! Of course! Why would you remember me and the fucking essay when you clearly had better things to do? And by things, I mean girls. At least was she worth it?” you yelled at him. With every word that left your mouth, you were getting closer and closer until your pointing finger was poking his chest. He looked bewildered. Like he could never believe you would have actually said those things.
“You look hot” he mumbled. Your eyes grew wide and your breath was caught in the back of your throat.
“What?” you asked flustered.
“What?” he repeated as shocked as you. You took a step back. You were thrown off balance. What had just happened?
“You-you said… I look-I look hot” you said breathlessly. He blushed and lowered his head. He blushed. Sirius Black blushed. Now, you were even more stunned. He realized that it was now or never but he wasn’t good with this type of words. He was sure that if he tried to tell you what he wanted- he would end up falling off of the Astronomy Tower. So instead of that, he grabbed your wrist, pulled you close and kissed you feverishly. You froze for just a second before you tangled your fingers into his dark locks, tugging them. You kissed back with equal passion. You have waited for this way too long.  He was about to wrap his arms around your waist-but he pulled back, breaking the kiss.
“Listen. I like you. A lot. Like, A LOT. And I know I haven’t been the best person and your brother, oh Merlin. Remus will kill me-but I want you, love. Today, tomorrow and as long as you’ll have me. I-I am in love with you” he breathed out. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about your brother. You cupped his beautiful face.
“I know you, Siri. I know who you are and I’ve been in love with that person for a while now” you whispered a bit unsure. You were confessing. It’s not like you can take it back. This time he did wrap his arms around your middle, roaming your body with his hands, while your hands were already moving down to the hem of his shirt. You weren’t that innocent. He chuckled. His lips found their way. Your senses reorient themselves as you felt him cupping your ass, pinning your back against a wall. He settled perfectly in between your thighs and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist for leverage.  His tongue traced along your bottom lip frantically. A low moan escaped your mouth, something that turned him on. You could feel his member poking your thigh. And that was turning you on. His taste exploded into your mouth as he slipped his tongue in, caressing yours passionately, making you beg for more. His kisses made their way to your neck, biting your soft spot making you whimper. You threw your head back to the wall. This was far more intense than you could have ever expected. Biting, licking, kissing his way down, he moved his lips past your collarbone and to your chest. He tore your shirt open. You slightly gasped, looking at him with a burning sensation building up. There was… lust and passion and Merlin, you wanted more.
“I was afraid to ever make a move, even though I fell for you the first time I saw that gorgeous smile of yours” he husked. He was driving you insane.
“I want you” you breathed out. A beat passed between you two before you practically collided together, your hands buried in his hair, bringing his lips harder against your own. He took you both off of the wall, stumbling through your rough kisses to bring you over to his bed. He broke you away from him so he could lay you down on top of the sheets and soon you felt his warmth against you as he crawled on top of you. His hand brushed your hair from your face as he leaned down to kiss you again, slowly moving his lips over yours this time. You adjusted your body underneath him to be pressed against you, in all of the right places. His broad physique and warm muscles felt so damn good against your body and you did all you could to wrap yourself around him. 
      Eventually, his lips found their way down to your neck, sucking in all the places he had dreamt of. You had been dreaming of this as well. Too many nights, lying awake, trying to catch your breath when you were thinking about all those things he could do to you. Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt one of his hands making its way up your waist, massaging you as he reached for your breasts. He unclasped your bra within a matter of seconds. You kicked your shoes off and let them fell off the bed, leaving you in your panties and stockings. He stayed hovering above you, soaking in the sight of you laying out and open for him this way.
“We are keeping these” he said with a dominant tone as he pointed your stockings.
      He buried his face into your chest, leaving gentle kisses and nips across both of your breasts as his hands grasped your thighs. You opened your legs more and puffed up your chest instinctively, offering yourself completely to him. He brought your legs up around his waist so he could resume grinding his aching cock against you. He took your nipple into his mouth. His lips and teeth gently pulled against it and your hips started to grind harder into his own, the arousal pooling between your legs nearing unbearable. He switched his attention to the other one and used his fingers to pinch and caress the other. 
“Sirius, please” you begged but he wasn’t about to do anything unless you asked.
“What is it you want, doll?” he teased you.
“Your fingers inside of me” you confessed. Sirius seemed as shocked as you about this sudden confession, but he gave you a smirk in delight.
“Naughty girl” he growled and you felt his fingers sneaking into your panties. He easily slid his fingers inside you, crooking them to rub against your walls. You grasped tightly at his shoulders. He continued to thrust and crook inside, nibbling on your ear as you moaned and clenched around him. Once his fingers were nearly dripping of your excitement, he pulled himself out and away from you, posing above you as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, moaning at the sweet taste of you.
”Just like candy” he praised you. You felt so unbelievably close, just by his praises. 
  He finally stripped off his shirt. He was perfectly shaped and he knew it. He tossed it aside and made direct eye contact with you as he took his pants and boxers off.  At the sight of his cock, you finally felt inspired on what you wanted to do. How not innocent of you. You didn’t give him any chance to take control as you wrapped your hand around his exposed shaft, squeezing it tightly and giving it a slight tug. His mouth opened in a breathless moan and his hips instinctively thrusted forward into your hand, seeking more friction against you. You pulled yourself into a crouch at perfect level with his cock, peeking your tongue out to lap at the head. You looked up at him and kept your eyes on him as you continued to run your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, feeling jitters of excitement. You took him deeper into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you began to take him down your throat. 
      You felt his body began to quiver and he cupped a hand on the back of your head. At his encouragement, you began to take him in deeper, reaching one hand to behind his hips to help him to thrust deeper into your eager mouth. Your other hand went to caress his balls. You would be lying if you claimed you hadn’t thought about this.
      It had you turned on so much that you were almost ready to reach between your legs to get yourself off before he practically threw you off of him. You stared over at him from your landing spot on the bed, panting and confused.
  You reach up to cradle his face in your hands, pulling him down to your lips to kiss him over and over.
  Your legs instinctively were wrapped around his waist. You wanted to hold him close to you, to feel him all over you. You needed him to fill you, to be with you, to love you in more ways than just sexually. You needed to offer and have him take your entire body and soul. You weren’t just a one-time thing. And he knew it.
      “Please, Siri. I want you,” you whispered to him between kisses. He kissed you to let you know that he felt the same, sweetly, tenderly as he finally slid himself into you.
“GET OFF OF HER”. It would be an understatement to say that you froze. Sirius shielded your body from view using his. Your brother was an asshole.
“That’s my sister! Are you insane?! What did you do to her?”. Remus was yelling at Sirius, not once looking over at you. Sirius was looking at you utterly shocked. He wanted to apologize. To you. Not to your brother.
“What kind of a friend are you? Sleeping with her? How dare-”
“I love her”. That made your head spin. Remus was left without words. Finally.
You cupped his face, ignoring the protests of your brother and kissed him.
“Sorry about that”. That was James who was dragging, quite literally, Remus out of the room.
“WHAT THE HELL PRONGS?”. You didn’t care. You couldn’t. All you could think about was Sirius.  When you were finally alone, you smiled at him, chuckling a bit.
“Where were we?”.

anonymous asked:

Hey!!!! Dumb question but what exactly is the Iliad?


The Short Version: A yarn about blokes getting shitmixed in a war over Miss Hellenic Beauty Champion because some gods thought it would be a Lol.

The Long Version: A Homeric epic poem passed down through spoken word over generations that was penned down in about 800 BC. In the mythological timeline, it ends the Age of Heroes (by wasting them all). It covers the Greek seige of Troy, a whole lotta gods Messing With Shit, a Poseidon who needs anger management, a few hundred names and lots of General Epicness ft Diomedes and Patroklus. Sit back my buddy, let’s go through a quick summary of the books.

Book 1: Apollo ghettoblasts the Greeks with Pain because Agamemescunt kidnapped his priestess Chryseis. Being a douchebag, Agadouchebag Mr Steals Yo Girl from Achilles, which leads to  in͟ten̛şȩ ͟śul͜ki͢n̶g͡ . Achilles’ divine Ma brokers a deal with the Zeus goose (not literally thank goodness, although it’s a definite possibility) so that the Greeks won’t win until they realize how fucked they are without Achilles and go crawling back to him for help.

Book 2: Zeus messes with Agafuckface by telling him to attack Troy. Agamemhoe messes with Zeus by telling his entire army to fuck off back to Greece. Odysseus, with Athena’s help, uses his wicked ol’ tongue to lick  Agaiceheart back into  shape (not literally, although very possible in Ancient Greece). There are 31 paragraphs of names about Greeks and 16 paragraphs of names about Trojans going to war. The epic story continues.

Book 3: The armies meet. Memealaus (sorry, Menelaus) and Paris decide to have a 1v1 to end this shindig. Paris is saved by Aphrodite and a cloud because he is a Weak Bitch, so we gear up for another 9 years and 11 months of war. Helen tells Aphrodite to go fuck Paris herself if she likes him so much, but Aphrodite threatens Godly Bitch Revenge is Helen ever talks back to her like that again.

Book 4: Menelaus gets grazed by an arrow. Like a football player with a stubbed toe, this means war. He also apparently had ‘shapely thighs and fair ankles’. Watch out for the Zeus eagle, boi. Fighting commences. Diomedes appears. He is awesome, as usual. We continue to the next chapter.

Book 5: Pretty much an entire chapter about Diomedes being a son of a gun and killing fucking everything thanks to Athena. A dude called Sthenelus gets a rock hard boner watching all of this. Aeneas thinks it’s a good idea to take on Diomedes. Mistake. Big Mama Aphrodite has to save him, also with a cloud. Diomedes hasn’t quite reached Critical Awesome yet, so he stabs Ares and Aphrodite as well. Hera calls Ares a little bitch and we carry on.

Book 6: Just a lot of death really. Diomedes was going to kill a bloke, but they realize they are family friends, so just do a little swapsie of armour. Hector gives Paris a spray for being a cowardly little bitch, Paris agrees, and they set off for battle.

Book 7: Hector decides to 1v1 and get this over with. Menelaus tries to accept, but his wingmen Restrain Him. Ajax gets picked out of a hat to fight, but after a bit of a tussle it gets dark, so the fighting pair give each other presents and go home for the night. The next day, they all take a holiday from fighting and the Greeks build a wall. Poseidon is triggered. (reason here.)

Book 8: Due to Poseidon being triggered, Zeus forbids any godly interference on both sides of the war. Hera and Poseidon bitch about Zeus as the Greeks get casually wreckt by the Trojans, but decide not to act on it. Lucky for the Greeks, the Trojans decide sleeping is better than winning, so leave off for the night.

Book 9: The Greeks hit Fuck It and decide to grovel to Achilles for help. Before they do, Diomedes gives Agasaggytitnon a spray for being a douchebag, and everyone agrees that he is indeed a douchebag. Sthenelus probably pops another boner. Back in the tent with the power pair, Achilles and Patroklus, Patroklus tries to be the polite bf to the pleading Greeks, but Achilles is still thinks Agamoomoo called him a ‘vile tramp’ so refuses to help. The drama continues.

Book 10: Odysseus and BAMF Diomedes go on a sneak mission and  heroically stab the Trojans in their sleep. They also heroically steal some horses. The epic heroism continues.

Book 11: Hector takes a leaf out of Diomedes’ book and decides to shitmix the Greeks. He successfully shitmixes the Greeks, giving Agamugface a well-deserved arm wound. Paris shoots Diomedes in the foot, but Diomedes literally does not give a shit. Some random dude gives Odysseus a bit of a stab, Ajax gets Confused By Zeus but survives, but things still look Grim. Sweetheart Patroklus sees the Grimness and decides to try and use his wiles to break Achilles out of his Uber Sulk.

Book 12: The Trojans continue to roadhaul the Greeks, which will come back to bite Hector, but we do meet a dude called Thootes. He doesn’t do shit, but his name is great. There is graphic violence, and the Trojans go to chuck a Greek ship on the barbie. 

Book 13: Poseidon rises from the sea, back being a buddy to the Greeks now the his great enemy The Triggering Greek Wall has been overcome.There is a shit ton of fighting wherein the Greeks do well and Poseidon is happy because he’s getting vengeance for his other traumatic wall experience.

Book 14: Hera sees Poseidon disobeying Zeus and getting sweet wall vengeance and while probably thinking she married the wrong brother, decides to use Titty Distraction so that the Greeks don’t get chucked on the Trojan barbie. Titty Distraction predictably works A+ and the Trojans get slightly shat on with gratuitous eyeball violence. Hector gets hit by a rock and almost has the most anticlimactic death since Amycus, who suffered death by Elbow Punch.

Book 15: Zeus wakes, calls Hera a scurvy knave and tells Poseidon to Fight Him. Poseidon does not want to Fight Him, so melts back into the ocean and stops helping the Greeks. Apollo resurrects Hector from his rock to the face and the Trojans joyously return to their mission to barbeque the Greek ships.

Book 16: Honeyboo Patroklus (still on his way to Achilles since Book 11) sees Apollo and his Brojans on the warpath and breaks Achilles’ heart with Man Tears. While Achilles and Patbroklus have a very, very long, heartfelt conversation, the Trojans start to toast the Greek ships. Achilles gives (yes gives) Patroklus his armour and tells him to fuck shit up, but not to win without him. Fighting commences, we discover the word hurly-burly, Sarpedon dies in a shower of Zeus-induced blood rain and Patroklus becomes Diomedes 2.0 until he is gang bashed by Hector, Apollo, a literal god, and some awkward random called Euphorbus. Sasstroklus delivers a final fuck you, pulls the finger at all three of his killers and blazes it down to Hades.

Book 17: Hector takes Achilles’ armour off Patroklus, marking him as target #1 for the Sulk King. The Trojans and the Greeks spend an entire chapter having a tug of war with Patroklus’ body. Ajax and Menelaus comment mildly on how Zeus is helping out the Trojans, and the god shines a bit of sunlight in chagrin for being called out. The Greeks win the tug of war thanks to Double Ajax Tactics.

Book 18: In which Achilles goes nuts. Everybody has a cry because Patroklus was a Swell Guy (seriously,as swell as a Hawaiian surf that guy). Achilles goes and therapy-screams at the Trojans, who see the mad bloke and back the fuck off -  rightfully so, as Achilles is planning some good old human sacrifice to his dead ‘rider’ Patroklus. Meanwhile, Hephaestus quick-smelts some smashing new armour for Achilles with his household robots.

Book 19: Achilles gets dolled up for battle. Agadickbutt and Odysseus try to placate the madman with gifts, including Briseis, the dame Agamemnope stole from Achilles, but Achilles’ quota of fucks has run out indefinitely. He saddles up and gets ready to fuck up his bae killer.

Book 20: Zeus R͡ELE҉ASE͜S̵ ͝T̀H͜E͡ ́ǴO̷D͞S͝ and lets them play for whichever team they like, so long as Achilles doesn’t sack Troy just quite yet. It’s probably a friendly game similar to football in god terms. Athena invents the spear boomerang, Hera and Poseidon do some casual sunbathing, while Achilles paints the town red rather literally. 

Book 21: Achilles finds men too weak and decides to take on a literal river (Scamander). Achilles realizes this was A̴ B̸ad ̶I͜de͟a͡ and decides he’ll stick to men. We’re not sure whether Diomedes would have backed off from a river, but I guess we’ll never know. Apollo saves a dude called Agenor from Achilles molestation and in doing so also saves the Brojans. The epic story continues.

Book 22: Apollo says surprise Achilles, tricked ya into chasing me boi, I’m immortal. Achilles stares him dead in the eye for a full minute then says ‘fuck you’ and rides off back to Troy. Hector decides it’s time for another 1v1, but at the last minute considers that this idea was insane and fuckin legs it. Achilles chases Hector around the wall of Troy three times presumably to this soundtrack. Hector finally stops to fight, and thanks to the Athena Spear Boomerangᵀᴹ, Achilles avenges his Patroklus. Hector performs the minor miracle of talking whilst having a spear sticking out of his throat before he dies, then Troy’s hero gets roadhauled and everyone is Sad. 

Book 23: Ghost Patroklus pays Achilles a visit, like a sexy Obi wan Kenobi and tells Achilles to bury him already. Patghostklus also beseeches that their bones be laid (ha) together when Achilles inevitably gets fucked on by Fate. Achilles says of course bby I was gonna do that anyway, and tries to make out with a ghost, but this isn’t a Whoopi Goldberg type deal, so Patroghost gets sent back down under. They put the fun in funeral by having games and giving out toasters and such as prizes.

Book 24 (The End): After ‘yearning after the might and manfulness of Patroklus’, Achilles continues to roadhaul Hector until Apollo gives his fam a spray about the dishonour of it. Hera says he’s only mortal scum so who gives a fuck and Zeus says chill wife and commands Achilles to RE̵L͘E̡A̷S͢E ̴T́HȨ H̀ȨC̕T̵O̷R͡ (sorry I can’t help it). With Hermes as a bodyguard, Priam (Hector’s dad) goes to get the body back. Achilles and Priam have a man-cry bonding moment over Dead Loved Ones, Hector is whisked off to be buried and there ends the Iliad! There’s none of the ankle-shooting, wooden-horse-building shenanigans in there, they all come in later texts such as the Aeneid and Ovid, although I still can’t find the exact text where Achilles gets shot. If y’all know, send me the link ;)  I fucking found it nvm

Anyhoo, that was…Jeez, that was The Iliad (aka the longest post in existence). Well, my retold, abridged more slightly less serious version.It’s definitely worth a read, if you can get past all the names!

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Requested : Yes, by the wonderful @kissdolan, thank you so much for requesting this

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Warnings: angst, abuse, smut; oral sex (female receiving) and fingering

A/N: I needed to write this to escape another panic and depression attack. I swear I’ll get to requests soon.


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Characters: Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: pure smut, oral (female recieving), slight dom!sam if you squint and tilt your head

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You and Kiseok get set up on a date but you tell him you’re not interested cause of his reputation as a player // Part 2

(Requested) // Word Count; 2,258

Simon D x Reader - A/F

a/n; This is my longest one yet, I had a surge of inspiration to write thanks to @ffsjjk - an angel <3

August was coming to an end which meant Autumn would be here and summer would be over. You didn’t mind though, Autumn was a season full of artistic colours and perfect weather. A smile spread across your lips as you thought about the leaves gradually changing colours.

“She smiles!” A voice shouted in triumph. A sigh left your lips as you sneered at the male across from you “It was nothing you said.”

He chuckled at your expression and shook his head “Why do you hate me?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow. His blonde hair sat messily over his forehead, his eyes stared deeply into yours and a smirk lazed effortlessly on his lips.

He was good looking, no doubt about it but he was a player. He had a reputation for pulling three one night stands with three different girls on the same night. Like, how is that possible?

You licked your lips and stared into his dull eyes “You’re a player.” You answered. Another chuckle left his mouth at your response. He was starting to irritate you, you were only here because of Jay. When you told him you were ready to date after being alone for two years he said he’d help you; you just didn’t think he’d set you up with someone who didn’t know the meaning of commitment.

“Why did you agree to come on this date then, Y/n?” He challenged with an amused look on his face. You shrugged your shoulders not letting his question affect you in any way “I guess I just wanted to see why girls were so in love with you.” You smiled innocently as you observed your response hit the smirk off his face.

“Wow, you really don’t like me. Do you?” He urged as he finished his glass of wine. Why did he care so much when he had so many other girls willing to throw themselves at him, you thought to yourself.

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your first time with tom (smut)
  •  Can you imagine how sweet he’d be?
  •  It’d be like having sex with a god
  • and 100% he treats you like the goddess that you are (you are so awkward but he’d love every second of it
  • nothing planned out, nothing too romantic, it’d be something really natural
  • you’re hanging in his apt in london and you haven’t seen him in a month (because he’d been filming in montreal)
  • and in that month you wanted him so bad, not  being able to touch him or to feel his warm HOT body next to yours (you probably touched yourself thinking about him)
  • anyway
  • you’re on his king sized bed (so extra am i right but we’re talking about tom so) and you’re watching tv and YOU WANT HIM SO BAD
  • you’d rest casually your hand on his thigh and he’d freeze and look up at you
  • after a while, your hand is suddenly on his crotch area, palming him through his sweats (SO HOT) and he’s really surprised (he knows you’re a virgin and he’s always restraining himself when you have sexy times or he’d fuck you senseless)
  • “darling… what are you doin?” he’d say with a raspy voice (again: SOOO HOT)
  • You’d shrug and straddle his hips “i want to make you feel really good baby” you’d whisper in his ear
  • You’d start grinding against his already hard cock and both of your mouths would fall open letting out sweet and sensual moans at the friction
  •  You want more and so does he but he doesn’t say or do anything because he wants you to do whatever you feel like doing
  • “you are unusually silent” you’d chuckle while kissing and licking his neck and shoulders (there will be marks whoops)
  •  “just do what you like” he’d say in the sweetest (and sexiest) voice feeling your awkwardness trying to put you at ease
  • you take your shirt off and his eyes scan your body and his hands start to remove your bra leaving you exposed
  • “beautiful” the word keeps leaving his lips like a prayer while he teases your nipples
  • Tbh you’re so wet you can’t wait anymore
  • One of your hands is immediately under his boxers pumping up and down faster and faster
  • Aaahhh’s and oooohhh’s leave his parted lips
  • His moans are the biggest turn on
  • “i want you” you’d sigh grinding your core on his thigh to release some of the tension that’s been building in you
  • “make love to me” he said almost begging (him begging you was a HUGE turn on)
  • Removing his sweats and boxers at once, in the blink of an eye he was on top of you
  • Passionate kisses (btw he’s the best kisser like a lot of tongue and lips tugging at your lower lips and aaaahhh it feels so good)
  • His hands are all over your body, he wants you so bad he doesn’t even know where to start
  • When his hand is between your wet slits your eyes roll back and you have to bite your lips because you’re a moaning mess (the boy can use his hands ok)
  • he loves that you try to restrain yourself so he starts to touch your clit faster and faster and a little scream leave your lips
  • his middle finger is in you, it feels weird at first and he goes in and out so very slow to make you adapt to the feeling but then your moans are only louder (he’s so pleased with himself don’t let me start)
  • a trail of kisses that leads to your wet pussy makes you even wetter (if possible lol)
  • he licks and moans enjoying this almost as you
  • and seeing him between your thighs, looking up to check on your reactions and his tongue licking you out is almost too much to handle
  • back arched, hands in his curly and fluffy hair, you come undone, moaning so loud that probably your neibourghs heard you
  • you’re embarassed but his SATISFIED grin makes you laugh
  • At this point you’re so ready for him so you kiss him passionately with your hand between your bodies to pump is hard throbbing cock
  • He starts teasing you with the head of his cock and it’s already too much to handle because of how good it feels
  • your eyes and whimpers beg him for more and slowly he enters you
  • It’s the strangest feeling at first, it’s so intimate you almost feel too embarassed but it doesn’t hurt at all
  • He’s so sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • And a little tear leaves your eyes ‘cause you couldn’t hope for a better boyfriend and for a better first time (you’re so emotional at this point)
  • “are you okay?” “does it hurt?” “want me to stop?” he’s SO SCARED  to hurt you he only wants you to feel good
  • “tom can you stop?” you giggle wrapping your legs around his waist to calm him down and in this way you feel each other completely and
  • “fuuuuuck” he  moans trying to go slow his hands caressing your face and hair and kissing your whole face and neck
  • “faster tom” you plead ‘cause he’s going too slow and you want more more more more
  • as soon as he picks up the pace you have to cling to his shoulders because the feeling is sooo intense that you can’t take it
  • it feels good but for tom??? it’s  h e a v e n
  • feeling you around him is making him so vocal
  • a lot of “fuck baby” “oh my god you feel so good” “i won’t last long”
  • and you feel great cause he’s feeling this ‘cause of you like???? HEAVEN
  • when he’s about to come you’d want to feel all of him in you but you remember that you didn’t use any protection so it’s for the better (too soon for a baby holland!!!!!)
  • he touches himself over your body and he cums all over your body and bed and he moans hard
  • “come for me babe” you whisper trailing his biceps and abs with your fingers
  • It drives him crazy
  • As soon as he’s done he cleans you up
  • “are you good?” he says as he lays in bed wrapping his arms around you, kissing your sweaty forehead
  • “never felt better” you kiss him on the lips and it’s true
  • “i owe you an orgasm, don’t think i’ll forget” he says making you giggle
  • “oh trust me i know you won’t”
  • You smile with your head on his shoulder and you’ve never felt happier 


So i wrote  a little something ;) ;) Hope you enjoy! And sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language! (i’m so nervous lol)



anonymous asked:

Could you please write about the RFA members eating something and get some food on their cheek or the corner of their mouth, so MC sensually licks it off for them? Nsfw if possible, but fluff is also good ;)

bless anon, this made me laugh. I’ll try my best to make this at least kind of nsfw for you ;)) 

I didn’t know if you wanted saeran(since you said rfa members), so I didn’t add him, but I can if asked!

 also wow this got kind of long w h oop s


Zen/Hyun (this is honestly bc I have ‘Dead Girl Walking’ on repeat rip)

  • They were having a musical marathon and were currently on ‘Heathers’
  • ever since ‘Candy Store’, they also brought out all types of candy ..which tbh took some convincing on MC’s part
  • Zen let MC talk him into eating chocolate gasp mc but his skin
  • and since they were singing along, things were bound to get messy
  • especially when ‘Dead Girl Walking’ came on and MC hit that “freaky” note  
  • zen: *softly* holy sh it 
  • MC had finished their candy, so they were dancing and singing along
  • Zen was just kinda sitting there in awe to the point where some chocolate got on the corner of his mouth cause he missed lmao
  • At JD’s little dialogue, MC notices and smirks while walking to Zen (rip zen)
  • they lITERALLY LICK OFF THE CHOCOLATE @ THE “see, i decided i must ride you til i break you” PART,,R I P ZEN 
  • MC keeps singing but also gets Frisky™ by straddling him, touching him, and just..throwing the candy to the side 
  • *cue intense makeout session at guitar solo
  • Zen literally picks them up and turns the music off when MC starts kissing his neck
  • guess we’re not gonna finish that musical marathon (no sleep tonight for you~)


  • MC decided to help him make pancakes for breakfast, just regular this time 
  • but they also decided to make some blueberry syrup(listen i can’t eat strawberries so we ain’t gonna use them)
  • Now, Jumin isn’t the best for this, but he was following instructions
  • he looked so focused, making the pancakes MC couldn’t help themselves. They put some of the syrup on his cheek, near his lips 
  • Jumin turned to look at them, surprised. “MC why did you do that?”
  • They give him a small shrug before kissing from behind his ear to his cheek
  • He smiles but is still like “there’s still syrup on my cheek, my love.”
  • MC rolls their eyes playfully before slowly licking the syrup and placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. Jumin: oh  
  • He turns the stove off and turns around, taking some syrup and putting it on their lips look at what you did, mc. you provoked him
  • “if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked instead..” he goes in but licks their lips instead
  • MC gets payback by pretending to kiss him but going to lick his neck instead oh now you really provoked him
  • Jumin now gets his payback by pulling her closer and softly biting at their collarbone, smirking at their little gasp
  • it continues like this and they can’t even get out of the kitchen 


  • they were actually eating some pasta they made for dinner 
  • Yoosung wanted to try a new recipe he found online, which turned out really good 
  • the “this pasta sauce could get all over my face and I wouldn’t care” kind of good
  • which, ironically, happened to Yoosung. Not all over his face, but on both corners of his mouth 
  • MC notices when they were starting to clear the table. It was their turn for dishes, but they called him over before they started 
  • Yoosung’s all “yes honey?~” before they give him a peck and lick both sides of his mouth 
  • “dinner was great, dear.” they say with a smirk damn mc
  • Yoosung.exe has stopped working 
  • he’s not even subtle, he’s so red before he buries his face in the back of their neck and wraps his arms around her  
  • MC is all giggles until they feel him lick at the back of their neck 
  • the next thing they know, he’s whispering in their ear. “that’s what you get.”
  • MC decides to be a lil flirty and goes “is that…all I get?”
  • Yoosung holds her a little tighter and whispers again, “well…I get dessert. And you don’t” 
  • they’re about to be upset, hoping it’d go another way, but he pulls them away from the sink and back to the table, laying them on it 
  • ooooh they get it now 
  • and Yoosung just…goes to town


  • they got a new cake recipe, but they still haven’t got the icing 
  • But there was already a batch from before so they were taking a break
  • dear Jaehee was looking a little stressed, so MC decided to have some fun
  • fun being taking some of the icing and putting it on Jaehee’s nose 
  • she was surprised and was about to be like “w hy” but she saw their grin and oh it’s on 
  • they had a mini icing war, most of it going to their aprons and cheeks they had a ‘no-hair’ rule
  • now Jaehee’s laughing and she looks so cute, but MC notices a bit of the icing near her mouth
  • and they’re so not paying attention, but they’re leaning closer 
  • Jaehee stops laughing to stare at them and before she knows it, they’re licking the icing away
  • MC snaps out of it right after and is like “oh no”
  • But Jaehee found herself being brave and leaned in to kiss them 
  • the two of them were pining so hard for each other, the kiss turned into a makeout session 
  • MC was actually the one to pin Jaehee to the counter, though which is a total turn on for Jaehee fight me 
  • both of them glance at the storage they got trapped in on valentine’s day and just kinda… wow the cafe is closed for the rest of the day 


  • it was a lazy day for them, both of them having cereal 
  • Seven is a milk drinker look he rly is and MC laughs at the ridiculous way he does it 
  • He made sure to drink it extra messily so they could laugh, but he also ended up with a milk moustache, which he also licked
  • but he missed a spot 
  • MC puts they’re bowl down and pulls him over, telling him so before licking the spot he missed
  • He immediately gets all blushy and covers it up by sc reami ng 
  • MC’s about to be like “saeyoung wtf” before he pulls them back over and gives them a hard kiss
  • It’s their turn to be surprised haha 707 strikes again 
  • but seriously, he pulls back and literally says “you know…I’m still a dangerous man, MC..” 
  • MC is just like “I’ll take my chances” and bites his lip 
  • Seven proceeds to drop the bowl and tackle them to lay on the couch 
  • lucky that bowl was empty 
  • MC is now being attacked with kisses, nibbles, and roaming hands
  • damnit saeyoung, they didn’t finish their cereal


  • lunch date! it’s picnic time!!
  • they even got some ice cream from a little cart passing by at the end of it
  • the two of them are that couple that share each other’s ice cream 
  • so V gives MC some of his ice cream and MC is gonna give some of theirs to V 
  • but he misjudges the timing and gets a mouthful of ice cream
  • the two of them laugh, MC handing V a napkin 
  • he gets most of it, but misses just a tiny spot 
  • which MC gladly takes care of for him by licking it off
  • *cue a surprised V noise* can you imagine that, that’d be so cute
  • MC giggles and leans in so they can whisper “hm..I think it tastes better coming from you”
  • that’s it MC, we gotta go right now immediately 
  • like, he literally rushes them to leave that they don’t finish the ice cream
  • MC knows V’s not one for pda, but he’s usually fine with little kisses
  • ooooh he doesn’t want just little kisses 
  • and oh, he doesn’t. MC is pinned to the door as soon as it closes calm down there, jihyun. i know it’s been a while but geez

sorry if that wasn’t as nsfw as you wanted, anon..but I hope you still like it ^^;

how that dinner should continue if not for that impending fight

anon prompted a candle lit dinner and this seemed fitting. also everyone is very open and honest in this fic (lookin at u alec) and no one has any reason to lie to anyone (alec take some notes) so they just enjoy a nice meal together cool ty enjoy.

(also sorry it’s been a while but i’ve been sorting out my uni timetable for next sem and it is a fuckin nightmare)

Alec picked the piece of lobster off of the fork Magnus was holding out to him with his fingers and popped it in his mouth. Magnus looked at him strangely and chuckled with a raised eyebrows. Alec quickly swallowed and looked at Magnus.“What?” he asked, apprehensively.

Magnus shook his head and shrugged. “Nothing.”

Alec raised one eyebrow and pushed his leg against Magnus’ under the table. “Hey!” he exclaimed, expecting an answer from Magnus.

Magnus sighed. “It was pointed at your mouth for a reason,” he finally replied. Alec realised what Magnus was saying and smirked. He put down his fork and shifted his body to properly face his boyfriend. He sat low in his chair and looked up at Magnus. The man rolled his eyes as Alec’s behaviour reminded him of a little child, but smiled nonetheless. He held out another piece of the lobster out to Alec and watched as he eyed it and looked back up at Magnus.

He leaned in and didn’t seem to break eye contact while eating the food off the fork. Magnus felt his stomach churn in an unexpected way as he watched Alec chew and swallow. “Happy?” asked Alec, sarcastically, as he leaned back in his chair.

Magnus let out a huff and turned back to his plate. “Shut up,” he said and Alec couldn’t help but chuckle. Magnus took a bite of his food before turning his attention back to Alec. “How was your day?” he asked in a soft voice.

Alec shrugged and sighed. The mountains of paperwork had become an almost daily thing and Alec didn’t feel like elaborating on how much he hated it. He had even tired Magnus out by now through his constant complaining. “Not fun,” he huffed and took a large gulp of his champagne. “Especially since my dad is back in town.”

Magnus looked up. “How are things with him?” he asked. Alec immediately tensed up. He didn’t know how to answer that question because truth was, he didn’t know where they stood. Instead, he just shrugged.

“It’s hard not to pick sides. I mean, he’s the reason I’m still the Head of the Institute,” he said. It made him uncomfortable how he felt weirdly thankful that his father had been the Clave envoy. He was pretty much the last person Alec would have wanted to see but he had helped him. “But he hurt my mum,” Alec continued and Magnus nodded, understanding his boyfriend’s predicament. “I thought he loved her,” said Alec, almost like an afterthought and almost in dismissal.

Magnus didn’t doubt that Robert had loved Maryse, but he understood love better than Alec. He reached out and slipped his hand into Alec’s that rested on the table between them. Magnus squeezed Alec’s fingers and sent him a reassuring smile. “My parents weren’t around for long,” said Magnus and he felt a lump growing in his throat. It surprised him just how emotional this topic still made him. “But if there’s anything they taught me, it’s that sometimes loves isn’t enough.”

Alec had his eyes trained on Magnus’ and frowned at the man’s words. His eyes shifted between Magnus’ in hopes to find something other than the immense sadness he suddenly felt himself. Alec’s grip tightened around Magnus’ and he smiled back in a way that put Alec at ease.

“It took me a while, but I’ve been able to let go a lot of the hate I initially felt for them.” Magnus reached out his other hand and curled it around the back of Alec’s neck, his thumb caressing the boy’s cheek. Alec closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “Everything will be okay, yeah?”

Alec nodded, a hand going up to grip Magnus’ wrist, keeping it there. He pulled on Magnus’ hand on the table and quickly leaned forward to kiss him. Magnus responded almost immediately, leaning back in his chair as Alec pushed him further back. Alec pulled away slightly to collect his breath and Magnus looked at him with hooded eyes and an indescribable look of desire.

Alec felt his mouth run dry as he looked at Magnus and tried to soak in every bit of him possible. Magnus here and now, in this candle light, licks of orange flickering against the gold flecks in his eyes and the glitter under his eyelashes. The soft glow of the entire room was enough to warm both of their hearts but each other’s presence helped too.

Magnus swallowed hard and couldn’t help but lean in to kiss Alec again; the feeling that flowed through his body from sheer contact alone left him on a natural high. They pulled apart again after only a few seconds, grins plastered on their faces that neither could wipe away.

Alec sneaked a glance at Magnus who was now intently staring at the bubbles rising in his drink. Just as Alec looked back at his food, Magnus let out a soft laugh and Alec couldn’t help but do the same as he took a bite of the lobster.

They had been so transfixed in each other’s company that neither of them noticed Robert stop by the doorway for a few minutes before walking away with a smile yet an unsettling feeling in his chest.

i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, yes, alec, your boyfriend can take you down any day.

You’re My Alpha

Anon asked: can you make a theo raeken imagine/smut where the reader starts to hate the pack because since theo came back to town the pack told her to stay away from him/ are overprotecting asf but she finds theo attractive and theo convinces her to go against the pack & she become bad & they become the badass couple of beacon hills - I’m sorry for my english but hope you understood & I also love your page

Word count: 2459

Warning: Contains smut, blood, little bit of violence.

Pairing: Theo x Reader

A/N: Wow I had inspiration for this one! Hope you like it and thanks for the request!

The pack had warned me. I had been warned on numerous occasions, I couldn’t come near him. I didn’t have the right to be in his presence. He was dangerous, a threat, and I was in danger.

They were repeating it a lot and at the beginning I listened to them. I avoided being in the presence of the threat as best I could. I was doing my best. But I couldn’t chase away the emotions that roamed my body when I saw him, when I thought about him, his face, his eyes, his lips, imagining his hands on my body…

Theo Raeken.

I had done everything to avoid him, but he was the one who stick me when I was separated from the group. He had waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity to isolate me in the locker room of the school, my back sticking against the lockers, him in front of me, hands on both sides of my head, his face so close that I could feel his hot breath against my lips. So close, I was dying to cross the meager distance that separated us to eat his appetizing mouth. I knew I couldn’t, I had been forbidden, and the pack had even become hyper-protective towards me. There was always someone with me. But not today. And he knew it. He also knew the obvious and burning desire I had for him and according to Stiles who hated him bitterly, Theo would use my feelings against me. Against the pack. But there, his body pressed against mine in the empty dressing rooms, the sound of our breathing being the only perceptible sound in the silence, it didn’t jump to my eyes. He was devouring me with his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y / N. Why are you hiding? Why do you stay the little wolf with the broken leg that drags out of Scott’s pack? Why do you need so much protection?” He whispered softly against my lips.

“Because I’m human,” I answered him just as gently, unable to detach my gaze from his lips.

“Stiles is too, and he’s not followed 24/7,” he added with a smile. That smile that was always makes me melt.

“Well,” I began, my mind empty of all answers. He had a point.

Theo put his hand on my cheek and looked me straight in the eyes.

“You’re strong, you don’t need them, you don’t need their protection. They slow you down, they want to hide your true potential,” he added in a sinister tone that gave me shivers of excitement in the back.

“They say you’re bad …”

“They say a lot of things … because they don’t like me … Scott wants to keep the control on his pack, that’s all he wants, he wants to keep you on a lead, he thinks you’re too stupid to act on your own will,” he continued, advancing a little more toward me. I drank his words like an alcoholic in need. He was right. Scott was stopping me from flourishing. He was keeping me in a cage.

My breath accelerated when I felt his lips resting against mine, magnetised. Theo put his hand on my waist and left the other against my cheek. I opened my mouth to ask for more, I wanted more, I needed more, to feel his skin against mine, his warmth, his smell, I wanted all this to belong to me.

“Let her go! ”

A wolf growl and then Theo was thrown away from me against the lockers. I opened my eyes abruptly to see the scene. Scott had rushed towards Theo, and held him brutally by the throat against the rickety locker. He was strangled and struggled as best he could, his face becoming more and more red. For his part, Scott was angry, his muscles were protruding under his t-shirt and even though he was back at me I could very well imagine the red eyes of the Alpha who was burning with hate.

Without thinking, I rushed at them shouting.

“Leave him alone!” I shouted, scowling at Scott’s back, not letting go.

“Why do you defend him all the time!” He grunted. “He’s evil! A traitor! ”

I stopped beating him, hesitant and then crossed Theo’s gaze who was still struggling. He nodded scarcely toward Scott and I understood.

“What are you doing here Scott … you followed me?”

Scott turned his red eyes at me, angry.

“Well …” He started.

“Why are you following me all the time?” I repeated calmly.

“To protect you!” He added grumbling towards Theo.

“I know how to protect myself!” I added, feeling the anger boil inside of me.

“No you don’t know! You are naive and silly, looks where it led you!” He raised his voice.

For my part, I was shocked by his words. I looked at Theo again. He was right; Scott thought I was weak, stupid and naive. And I was going to prove him wrong.

I backed up without saying a word and grabbed a Lacrosse stick that was dragging on the floor. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, but the rage blinded me. He didn’t like me. I wasn’t weak!

It was on this thought that I pushed as hard as I could the stick behind Scott’s head, which was thrown a few centimeters on the ground, thus releasing Theo who looked at me with amazed eyes, coughing. But Scott already started to get up again, angry, so I that time I didn’t hesitate and ran to him to knock him over and over with the stick until his face was covered in blood. The rage was burning my muscles and controlling my body. Then I ran to Theo, helped him get up and ran away from the locker room without a glance at Scott.

We were in Theo’s car, who was driving us to his hideout to make us safe. For my part, I was looking at my hands full of blood since we were in the car, my breathing jerky and fast, a buzzing in my ears. What had I done? And above all, why didn’t I feel guilty? The guilt would have consumed me and made me cry, but I didn’t feel anything.

"What does it do? ”

I turned to Theo who glanced at me, satisfied, while keeping an eye on the road.

“What does it feel like to be finally free and powerful? How do you feel after you have demolished the face of your alpha? ”

I held his gaze and felt a naughty smile stretching my lip.


It had been several weeks since I had joined Theo and left Scott’s pack. Chaos broke out everywhere in the city, fires, deaths, blood flowed afloat. And I still couldn’t feel guilty. I had Theo by my side, I felt strong, powerful, invincible and above all, I no longer felt constrained to Scott’s stupid regulations. Don’t kill? Death is natural and violence is in the nature of the human being. I had nothing to do with Scott and the others. My alpha was now Theo.

I was waiting for Theo’s return, sitting in the car when my door opened and I was forced out of the vehicle before landing painfully on the ground grunting in pain.

“At last we find you, traitor!” Growled a voice that wasn’t unknown to me. Malia.

I wanted to get up, the rage bubbling in my body, but she put her foot on my face to stop me.

"Gently …” Another voice began. Scott, of course.

“ Why? She killed and massacred many people!” Malia added.

"She had to be controlled by Theo,” Stiles said.

An inhuman laugh shook my whole body followed by a dark silence.

“You’re so stupid, no one controls me,” I mumbled. “ This is who I am. ”

“Then you’re better dead!” Malia grunted, catching me by the collar to get me up to her height. It was the perfect moment, so I took the knife out of my belt and sank it into her stomach. I saw the light of her blue eyes slowly extinguish and her eyes darkened as she let go of me to put her hand on her bloody wound. I took advantage of the general consternation to place two fingers in my mouth and whistle as loud as I could, alarm between me and Theo. Immediately, my alpha came out of the shadows and jumped into the melee close to me, a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” he began before putting his arm around my waist.

“Theo …” Scott spited as he pulled out his claws while Stiles was with Malia.

“Tut tut tuut …” Theo whispered. “You’re not strong enough, Scott. You are no more than the shadow of yourself. Your little protégé will not come back and you will never control her again. She’s mine,” he finished, ferociously pressing his lips against mine. I groaned with pleasure opening my mouth and our tongues danced for a moment in a passionate ballet, temporarily forgetting our enemy who were facing us.

“Come on, darling, finish the work so that we can continue this,” he finished as he heads for the car, grabbing my butt as he passed with his powerful hands. I smiled and then turned back to Scott, who was staring at me with tears in his eyes.

“Y / N … please, listen to me …”


Scott didn’t have time to react and felt on his knees, with his hand on his stomach, blood flowing from the bullet I just shoot. I had no regrets.

“I don’t have to listen to you. You’re no longer my alpha,” I finished before getting into the car. Theo made the tires crunch and we left the parking lot.

“Are you hurt?” Theo asked me, glancing at me as he drove.

I looked at my bleeding elbow, the only physical wound I had.

“No,” I replied.

“It was really sexy …” He added, licking his lips. “When you put them down like that, the guilt on their faces. It was … exciting. ”

I stared at him for a moment before approaching him like a cat, as sensually as possible while licking my lips, hungry.

“How exciting?” I asked  before putting my hand on his crutch, which was already starting to get hard when I had barely touched it.

He took his eyes off the road again for a moment to plunge his gaze into mine, burning with desire.

"Incredibly exciting. I wanted to take you there, in front of them, and fuck you until you were no longer able to stand on your feet. Until you cry and beg me to let you come. ”

My hand squeezed his crutch making him grunt. He couldn’t touch me, he had to keep his hands on the wheel, and I knew that it was a frustration to him, to the highest point. I continued to stroke his erection over his pants, first gently to raise the pressure, then more and more brutally, making him growl every time. Feeling that he appreciated the treatment, I undo his belt and jeans button before descending his zipper and releasing his privacy from the tissue barrier that imprisoned him.

“Fuck, Y / N …” Theo muttered, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t at the end of his surprises.

I leaned over him and lowered my head until my mouth was a few centimeters away from his reddened cock, not moving for a moment in order to raise the sexual frustration. Then I gave a chaste kiss before licking his cock which made him groan. Satisfied by his reactions, I didn’t wait any longer and began to suck him. First from the base to the bottom, then taking it all in my mouth while my hand kneaded his testicles still trapped in his underwear, creating extremely erotic sucking sounds. Mixed with the many moans that came out of his mouth, the excitement in me rose more and more and I already felt the humidity between my legs, sign of the obvious desire that I had at that time.

Then I felt his hand rest on my head and grab my hair to guide my movements and I let him do it. He kept groaning and grunting for a moment while continuing to move me against his erection, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t plan to let him come that fast.

I put my hand on his to remove it from my head and raised it to cross his eyes. I smiled and pulled my pants out; I straddled him and put my mouth against his neck, which allowed him to still have a good view on the road.

“Fuck, Y / N, you really want to do it now?”

For only answer I planted my teeth in his neck, strong enough to cause him pain but not enough to cause bleeding. I packed my panties on the side to clear my very wet entrance and took my other hand to place his erection in the right place. Then, before he could say a single word, I lowered on his hard erection while groaning in his ear.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunted in a hoarse voice and I felt the car zigzagging for a moment.

“And you’re so big,” I answered, licking his earlobe, satisfied. I began to move, first slowly, from top to bottom, still irritating him a little. But I wasn’t entirely satisfied and I didn’t intend to stop there.

I retired almost entirely before I plunged again, very quickly and hard. I felt the tip of his erection bump the wall of my inside and I groaned hard enough against his ear, which caused the car to zigzag again.

“Fuck Y / N!” Theo repeated with a pleasure grunt.

I continued my movements, fast, jerky, powerful, while continuing to groan his name. I knew he was dying to touch me. To take me, to punish me, to slap my ass. And to have the control was exciting me even more.

“I’m close …” He mumbled in my ear. I was close too.

“Me too ah …”

A few moments later Theo came in me and I had a very satisfactory orgasm that left me panting, still sitting on him. Then, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips, I left him to return at my seat, a satisfied smile on my lips.

“Y / N …” Theo began without looking at me, smirking.

“Yes sweety?” I asked him seductively.

"Wait a little until we get to the hide-out … you will get your punishment.”

I put my hand through my hair before answering.

“You’re the alpha…”