Warnings: Angst, kissing, like a makeout kinda part? Is that even a warning?
Description: Jughead seemed off lately, with Jason’s death, and the drive-min closing, reader can tell something is off, but cant really pinpoint what
The first time I could tell something was off was when I mentioned the coffeemaker. It was funny how something as simple as the mention of a coffee pot was the spark of my curiosity towards the situation. “I swear to god, you drink so much coffee, I’m just going to get you a pot for your birthday so you can save some money.” And there it was, the slight twitch in his shoulders and the split second of a tense look on his face before he began laughing along. It was so quick, I was surprised I even caught it, but I did. I never asked about Jughead’s home life. He always steered clear of it so I figured it was a touchy subject. I wondered why I hadn’t been invited over in… well…. ever. Then I started putting together the bits and pieces of information and realized: I hadn’t a clue what roof Jughead was sleeping under at night. Obviously, it was time to investigate. And I had the perfect opportunity one afternoon. “Shit, I forgot my textbook at home.” Jughead muttered, his head ducked down and searching in his schoolbag. “We can walk to your house and get it if you want.” There it was, the tense-up. Jughead froze in his tracks for a split second before regaining his composure and kept walking. To anybody else, it would have looked normal, but I wasn’t anyone else. I was his best friend, and he was the boy I was in love with. “No, it’s fine. I can just use yours, right?” Jughead looked at me with almost pleading eyes, and I didn’t want to egg him on any longer. I wanted him to open up and tell me the truth, not shut me out. “Yeah, of course.” I smiled up at my friend and he smiled back reassuringly. Deep down, I knew something was wrong. And a week later, I began to confirm those suspicions. “Can you believe they’re shutting down the drive-in?!” Jughead screeched at me one morning as I walked up the front steps of our school. “Wait, what?” I gave him a confused look. “Yeah! Apparently an “anonymous buyer” gave the mayor an offer she just couldn’t refuse” Jughead through his hands up in dramatic sarcasm before scoffing and folding them over his chest angrily. “Juggie, I’m sorry you’re going to lose your job, but- “ “it’s more than just my job, y/n!” Jughead paused for a second. I watched his Addams apple move quickly as he gulped down words that were threatening to pour out of his mouth. “It’s, it’s, it’s a special place! It’s special to us! I took you there when you first moved here! Remember?!” “Yeah.” I laughed, thinking back to the memories of Jug and I sneaking up to the film roll room and watching through the peek hole while Jughead made sure the tapes were switched out on time. “hello?! Earth to y/n?” Jughead waved his face in front of me, and I brought myself out of my quick trip to the past, listening to Jugheads rambling about the drive- in. Jughead brought it up later to our friends as we ate at pop’s, inviting Veronica, Kevin, Betty and I to the last drive in on Friday. Of course, they all agreed to go, and we all planned who we would drive with. I decided to walk with Jughead, and Kevin was taking Veronica. Betty was going to go with Archie. “I’m going to go to the mayor again and see if I can convince her to keep the drive- in.” Jughead told me as we began to part ways that night. I grabbed his sleeve, pulling me back to him. “Jughead, why is the Twilight drive-in so important to save?” I asked him, my voice soft and full of concern. “It’s my job, y/n! I thought that might be an importantthing to try and save!” Jughead’s words dripped with sarcasm as he yelled at me. He never usually got angry like this. “Ok, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, good luck.” I spoke softly as I backed away slowly. I watched Jughead’s face go from angry to apologetic and walked away before he could say anything. Jughead and I didn’t really speak much for the next few days. We still walked to class together, and he walked me home. He told me that the Mayor just wouldn’t listen to him or give his words any consideration, so I tried going to her myself the day after he did to change her mind. “Hello, miss- “I opened the door to her office slowly, speaking with the politest tone I could manage. “Miss y/l/n, I’m sorry, but the drive in is closing, and that’s final.” The mayor cut me off with a firm but somewhat polite tone. “I’m sorry to bother you, this is just really important to Jughead. I just wanted to at least try and change your mind.” “That’s quite alright, miss y/l/n.” The mayor smiled at me, staring at me for another moment before speaking again. “Jughead is… special. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, certainly not any that would at least try to help him with something like this. I’m sorry I can’t save the drive in. I wish I could, for your sake and Jughead’s, but… “The mayor sighed, rubbing the side of her head with her thumb and forefinger. “Thank you for your time.” I nodded, beginning to exit the Mayor’s office. “Y/n?” I turned to the sound of the mayor’s voice. “Jughead is lucky to have a friend like you.” “Thank you, Mayor.” I exited the office, my shoulders heavy. The night of the drive-in, I rode to the lot with Kevin and Veronica, meeting up with Jughead. I found him by the snack counter and smiled as I watched him talk aimlessly with the boy in the booth. “Hey, Jug.” I greeted my best friend and the boy he was talking to. “Hey, y/n/n.” Jughead wrapped an arm around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head leaning against his chest. “How are you feeling?” I asked him, my voice muffled by his shirt. Jughead shrugged before looking down at me with a small smile on his face. “Could be better, but you’re here, so I guess I’m not under a complete raincloud of doom.” “Oh, so just a small one then?” I teased, grinning up at him. “Yeah, it’s kinda just lingering somewhere behind me, ready to open up and strike me with a lightning bolt at any given moment.” I laughed at Jughead’s comment. “Are you gonna come lay with us on the truck?” I asked him, a pleading look on my face. I grabbed his hand and began tugging him toward Kevin’s truck. Jughead sucked in a breath before giving in. “Fine, Fine, I guess I’ll be angsty and depressed in the back of the truck instead of in the film room.” I jumped happily before intertwining Jughead’s hand with mine and pulling him towards the back of the truck. Veronica and Kevin sat curled up in blankets and scooted over so Jughead and I could sit next to them. “Ah, it’s the official partners in crime, the tag team, the endgame, the- “ “I thought Archie and Betty were endgame?” I cut off Kevin before he could throw another couple reference at jughead and I. “Yes, but that was before he got vocal with our music teacher.” Kevin grinned at his subtle pun and I rolled my eye. “Ok, no Archie, no Ms. Grundy, no endgames, let’s just enjoy the drive in while we can, alright?” Veronica handed Jughead and I a blanket. I climbed in to Jughead’s lap and rested my back against his chest and he wrapped the blanket around us, his arms going around my waist under the cloth. “Thank you,” Jughead whispered in my ear. “For what?” I whispered back, grabbing the popcorn Veronica handed me. “The mayor told me you stopped by to see her.” Jughead whispered to me. I turned around to face him and he was looking up at the big drive in screen, the lights reflecting off his face and casting shadows under his eyes and chin. He looked painstakingly beautiful. Jughead’s eyes flickered down to look at me and he smirked a bit before looking back up at the screen. We stayed almost the whole night, watching movie after movie. The only time Jughead left was to go switch out the rolls as the credits came after the end of every showing. He would re-appear five minutes later, and I would lift the blanket as he hopped over the side of Kevin’s truck and resumed his prior position, his arms wrapped around me and his chin on my shoulder. At 4 in the morning, the credits to the last movie rolled, with only a few cars left on the lot. Veronica and Kevin were leaned against each other as they snored lightly, and my back rested against Jughead’s chest. I looked up at the mesmerizing boy. He had a hard look on his face and his jaw was clenched, his eyes glossy and shiny, the credits from the screen reflecting off his pupils. “Jughead?” I spoke softly, my eyes on the raven-haired boy. He kept his gaze on the screen ahead of him. “Jughead, the construction people will be here soon, we have to go.” “You guys go, I’m gonna hang around a little longer.” Jughead pulled away from me, climbing out of the truck and disappearing around the side of it. I turned to my friends, shaking them lightly to wake them up. Kevin woke first, carrying a still-sleeping Veronica around to the passenger seat and lying her in it. I grabbed my blanket and my backpack and swung it over my shoulder and waited at the driver’s side of the vehicle. “Aren’t you and Jughead coming?” Kevin asked me, walking around to the front of the car where I stood. “No, Jughead said he wanted to stay a bit longer, so I’ll wait with him.” I hugged my friend before he climbed in to the driver’s side. “Hey, if you guys do it in the film room, I want details.” Kevin grinned devilishly before starting the car and driving away. I just shook my head, laughing at his comment. I made my way to the wall of the film room and leaned against it, folding my blanket. I pulled the bag off my shoulder, sticking the blanket inside. I waited for Jughead for another hour or so, playing on my phone mindlessly. I figured he was soaking up what he could of the film room before Mr. Andrews’ company teared it to shreds. The drive- in was his favorite place in town, besides the chock-lit shoppe. I watched as the sky started to get lighter and I checked the time. 6:08 A.M. It wasn’t like I had never pulled an all-nighter before, and I wasn’t going to leave until I at least made sure Jughead was alright and home safe. I leaned back against the building, hearing birds chirping as the sun rose. Minutes later, I heard a voice from the other side of the building, and I turned my head, kicking off the wall with my heel and poking my head slightly around the corner. I saw the back of Jughead, and he was facing a man that looked familiar. Jughead had what looked like a camper bag hanging off his back, a poster sticking out of it. “They’ll tear that booth down, too. Raise the whole place, send it to the junkyard.” The man in front of Jughead spoke, a smile playing on his lips.” And us with it.” “Yeah, maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were.” I could almost picture the bittersweet smile on Jug’s face. “Hmm.” The man smiled a bit more before his face became serious. “So where are you gonna live now?” My heart stopped, a million emotions and realizations hitting me like a bus. “I’ll figure it out dad, I always do.” I watched Jughead walked past him, walking towards the entrance of the drive in. I snuck around the other side of the building, making my way towards the entrance. I managed to beat Jughead to it and stood at the gate, my arms crossed as I waited for the boy I loved. Jughead came around the corner, stopping in his tracks when he saw me. He had what looked like a busted look in his face as I stood there, a blank expression matching the hurt, worry, and concern for the boy. “Y/n… what are you still doing here? I thought you-?” Jughead asked me, hoping I hadn’t caught on to what was going on. “When exactly were you planning on telling me that you were homeless?” I cut him off, my tone of voice coming off as if I were a concerned mother. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to speak, but gave up, closing it instead. “Juggie? Really? I’m your best friend! We tell each other everything? Why would you keep this from me? More importantly, why aren’t you staying with your father? Is he homeless too? Did he kick you out? What is going on, Forsythe?! Tell me!” I paced back and forth as I rambled, before turning to look at Jughead. He looked down at the dirt underneath his shoes, His hand wrapped around the strap of his bag. I waited for an answer, my arms spread wide in front of me as I stared at him. Jughead said something that I couldn’t make out. “What?” I spoke, encouraging him to repeat himself. Jughead lifted his head, the rims of his eyes a dark pink and tears falling down his face. My face dropped quickly, my heart clenching tightly as I looked at the broken boy in front of me. “I said,” Jughead lifted his sleeve to wipe his running nose.” I don’t have ahome.” His voice cracked slightly and more tears fell down Jughead’s face as he dropped the bag from his shoulder. “Jughead.” I dropped my bag as well and quickly ran to the boy, trying to keep my tears from falling as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in to my neck and quietly crying. We stood there for a few minutes, my one hand rubbing his back and my other pulling off his hat so I could run my fingers through his hair, doing everything I knew in my power that could soothe him. “Jughead, Hey, Jug.” My hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing the tears away from his eyes while mine began to fall freely.” Listen to me, you are not homeless, ok? And you will never, ever, be homeless, as long as I am alive and breathing.” I stopped for a second to inhale quickly, my nose stuffed.” You are going to come with me to Pop’s, and I’m going to buy us breakfast, and then we are going to go back to my house, and you’re going to take a shower, because lord knows how long it’s been since you’ve had one,” Jughead chuckled lightly at my statement and I also let out a breathy laugh.” And then you’re going to crawl in to the guest bed, and you’re going to get some sleep, because it literally exhausts me every time I see those bags under your eyes. And you’re going to stay with me, ok?” Jughead nodded silently, knowing that this was a losing battle. “And this never. Happens. Again. You got it? God, Jug, something terrible could have happened to you. We’ve got a murderer waltzing around town, do you know how easily you could have been killed?” I scolded, more tears falling down my face. I backed away from Jughead, going to grab my bag. “I don’t know how I can ever survive without you, ever! I would have dropped dead if anything ever happened to you! You’re the most important thing in this entire world to me! I don’t even know how- “Jughead grabbed my arm, turning me to face him before leaning down and planting his lips on mine. I stood still for a second, processing the shock of the gesture before wrapping my arms back around his neck and pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips moving against mine. After a few moments, we pulled apart, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. “Jughead, I- “Apparently, Jughead wasn’t done, because he pressed his lips to mine again, taking my breath away once more. We stood at the gate of the drive in for a little while longer, Jughead pushing me backwards until my back was against the fence and his body was pressed firmly against mine. We broke apart when we heard a man clear his throat. “Uh, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave the premises.” The man spoke politely.” Construction begins soon.” “Oh, sorry sir.” I apologized quickly, fixing my hair that Jughead had his fist tangled in moments ago, and grabbed my bag. Jughead did the same, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the drive in and down the street towards Pop’s. We stopped at my house so we could drop off our bags and began our trek to the 24-hour diner. “Hey, Jughead.” I looked up at the boy as we walked hand in hand to the diner. “I love you.” “I love you too.” Jughead looked down at me, smiling warmly. “No, Jughead, I- “ “I know, and I love you, too.” I stopped walking, causing Jughead to stop as well. Jughead looked down at me and I leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips. Jughead and I made it to the diner soon after, spotting Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin at a booth. When they saw us, they invited us to sit and Archie and Kevin grabbed chairs from another table. “So, did anything happen in the film room?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows at me as Jughead and I slid in to the booth. I slapped his shoulder before glaring at him. “Nah, nothing happened in the film room.” Jughead paused momentarily before speaking again.” It happened outside the film room.” Kevin’s mouth dropped open wide. “You kinky fuckers!” Kevin hollered. The table laughed as I turned red in embarrassment. I felt Jughead’s hand grab mine under the table and I smiled, my fingers intertwining with his. He would always have a home, and it would be with me.
Me planning my day off:
I'm gonna have so much fun! I'm gonna get out of the house and go places and
Me on my day off:
I woke up and laid in bed for a few hours, then I got up and laid on the couch for few more hours, then I paced around the house while eating a single apple, then I moved to another couch and
A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! 💖
Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylan’s sinful tongue.
His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him — and he doesn’t even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.
It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan… he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylan’s calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t walk the next day.
His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.
“Alright!” I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. “Can we just please take a break from jamming right now? We’ve been at this for hours!”
Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. “I guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?”
“Yes!” Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. “Let’s go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.”
Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.
“You know, I think we should play our song one more time.” Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. “To get it perfect before we officially record it.”
Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylan’s dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.
“No, I think we should eat.” I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. “We need the break.”
“Maybe you need the break, kitten.” He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. “I mean, you do seem tense. What’s gotten you all worked up?”
The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire band’s eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.
Fine then, two can play at this game.
“Having to constantly blow.” I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. “The instrument, I mean.”
“Well I think you blow just perfectly.”
I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We haven’t exactly told anyone about us yet — mainly because we don’t even know if there is an us. We’ve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylan’s crazy schedule, it’s been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.
“Just one more?” Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. “And then, I’ll- we’ll stop.”
“Just. One. More.” I stated through clenched teeth.
Picking up my instrument again, Dylan’s eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.
I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylan’s talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body… except for the eyes boring into mine that is.
Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.
I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.
“Time for grub!” Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylan’s eyes were calling me.
“You guys go ahead.” Dylan stated, standing up. “I think I’d rather eat Chipotle.”
“You sure?” Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. “You should come eat with us so you’re not alone.”
“He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.” I spoke up, clearing my throat. “Gotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.”
“Suit yourselves.” He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.
It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasn’t the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.
“So,” I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. “How about we go eat take out?”
“No, kitten.” He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. “I’d rather eat you out, instead.”
Dylan’s mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldn’t help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didn’t just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.
I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our band’s t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.
“Please, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.” I moaned. “Just fucking do something already.”
“Patience, kitten.” Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Not when their friends will be back soon.” I mewled.
“Honestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldn’t even stop.” Dylan nibbled on my ear. “Now, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.”
“You already know my favorite places, Dylan.” I responded and definitely didn’t miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.
“Just because of that impeccable response I’ll give you want you want, babygirl.” He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.
This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each other’s faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is he’s planning to do. The next thing I know, I’m so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.
With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasn’t anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didn’t even bother to think about the consequences.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about how horny you are.” Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. “God, kitten, you always taste so damn good.”
“P-Please.” I begged.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. “I know that I’m a drummer and I’m good with my hands, but damn kitten.”
“And I’m a saxophone player, I’m very good with my mouth.” I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. “Which I’ll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.”
“Well, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.” He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. “Damn, you sing the second I touch you.” He chuckled. “Kinda like playing the piano.”
“Then, play me.”
The last thing I saw was Dylan’s pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.
I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers — which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldn’t exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didn’t hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.
“F-Fuck, baby.” I moaned audaciously. “Just like that.”
He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.
Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylan’s addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.
I didn’t expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didn’t make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldn’t let me completely fall, I couldn’t help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylan’s invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didn’t stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.
His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylan’s thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.
This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.
“Take your skirt off, kitten.” He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.
“Yes, daddy.” I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.
“Daddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier…” He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. “Now, why don’t you kneel here in front of daddy?”
I didn’t say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylan’s hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.
Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didn’t stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylan’s hips bucked, involuntarily pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.
“Shit, kitten.” Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. “Your talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God you’re so invested in playing the saxophone.”
I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply — so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.
“Fuck me, babygirl.” He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.
Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylan’s palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.
“God, I fucking love your ass.” Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.
“Jesus Christ, Dylan.” I grunted, already out of breath. “Just stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.”
“Did you just call me Dylan?” He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. “You know that’s not what I want, babygirl. Which means I won’t give you want you want.”
“N-No, I’m sorry!” I whined. “Daddy, please.”
Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.
“Come on, daddy.” I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. “Just fuck me.”
“Like this?” Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.
“Faster.” I begged impatiently. “You know how I like it rough.”
Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasn’t having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylan’s off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylan’s eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.
“Damn-” He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.
“I’m in charge now.”
Dylan’s dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasn’t hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.
My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.
One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.
Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didn’t. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldn’t even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.
“That’s right, kitten.” He managed to say through moans. “Scream my name and forget every other name that exists. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.”
I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.
His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried — like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.
When he noticed I couldn’t handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.
“Do you wanna taste daddy’s cum, kitten?” He teased and I immediately nodded. “I’m gonna need you to say it.”
“Yes, daddy.” I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. “Fuck my mouth.”
That’s all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylan’s hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.
“God, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.” Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.
The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.
“What'cha doing there, Dyl?” I asked curiously.
“Breathing in your neck because you always smell so good.” He shrugged.
“Well, I’m just gonna pretend that’s not a weird thing to say.” I chuckled and he laughed with me.
“Sorry.” He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. “Would you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when you’re not with me?”
“Hmm, that would be nice.” I smiled before it turned into a grin. “But, I’d rather go eat that take out.”
Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is. Word Count: 2,398 Warnings: cussing A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways! Read it on AO3
The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.
“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.
With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.
‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.’
Word count: 4890 Genre: Smut Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, slight choking/breath play. Summary: When you’re stuck in an elevator that’s stopped working, what else is there to do to pass the time?
You stood awkwardly in the elevator, stealing glances at the man
beside you, his intimidating features making you look back almost every
seconds. How long does it take to get to the ground floor??? You looked
upwards, still on one of the highest floors, so you would have to stand
here awkwardly a while longer.
The men beside you looked very
handsome, intimidatingly handsome and it appealed to you so much and you
didn’t understand quite why. He had snakebite piercings, and another
piercing at his eyebrow, his hair was slicked backwards and black, his
shoulders broad, he wore a tight black tank top with a leather jacket
and jeans. His expression sported a resting bitch face, but a fucking
hot one. You were completely opposite to him, you wore a blazer with a
fancy top with skinny black jeans and black heels as you were leaving
from a late interview you just had, you gave a slight wave to your hair,
making sure you looked formal enough to please your interviewer.
would have been shocked if he couldn’t tell how much you were staring
at him. You kept to one side of the elevator, while he kept to his. Not
looking each other in the eye to avoid anymore tension in the elevator,
there was already so much that you could cut it with a butter knife.
You watched the floors slowly change. Was the elevator going in slow
motion or something? You sighed as you checked the time on your watch
and then suddenly you flung from the wall as the elevator came to a
sudden stop, the elevator flung you to the floor and you gasped, but two
arms caught you right before impact, the man lifted you back up and
allowed you to regain your balance before removing his arms from your
“Thank you” you said to him, locking eyes with him for the
first time and seeing how beautifully brown they were, you couldn’t
help but stare down when his intense gazed locked on you for too long.
welcome” he said to you, staring up at the elevator, which was no
longer moving. Once he realised it wasn’t about to keep going he started
to get impatient.
“What the fuck” he said, as the lights
flickered every now and then. The elevator was officially stuck, just
fucking great. He attempted to press the emergency button but it gave
him an electric shock back and he cursed in response.
“I guess it’s not working…” you sighed.
“No shit” You stared at him as his anger started to boil and the elevator started to get hotter every second.
“HEY!” he shouted out repeatedly.
“No one is going to hear you”
ignored you, his anger rising as he started to bang on the elevator
doors, punching them with enough strength that you actually saw a small
dent left in the door.
“Hey! Can you calm down!” he ignored you again, ready to punch the door again so you quickly grabbed him arm, pulling him back.
“No! Who knows how fucking long we are going to be stuck in here”
it sucks! but leaving dents in the door isn’t going to help either of
us so stop!” He focused his glare on you, his angry gaze once again
melting you and you had to stare away.
“Whatever” he said in defeat.
You both stood there in silence and frustration as ages past and it felt like forever each second you were stuck in there.
barely anyone in the building its night time do they even know we are
here???” You broke the silence finally, expressing your worries.
He ignored you once again, his ignorance starting to frustrate you and you scoffed.
“We are both stuck here the least you could do is fucking talk” This caught his attention.
“What do you want me to say!?” he asked back, his tone filled with annoyance.
“Anything!” you waved your hands around in frustration, just signalling for him to do anything, “Whats your name!” you asked him, trying to initiate any conversation, hoping he would take part.
“He speaks! I’m y/n”
“We’ll I might have said its nice to meet you but under the circumstances, it’s not.” His blunt honesty kind of made you laugh.
“That’s fair enough, ditto” He smirked back at you, the mostly friendly thing he has done this whole time.
two finally started to make some small talk and he opened up, he asked
about your interview and you asked him questions too, the time passing a
bit quicker, but the elevator was heating up which was making the situation
more unbearable. You stared at the time on your watch and you were shocked.
have been in here for almost 2 hours! It’s almost midnight!” He just
looked at you and shook his head, he didn’t bother trying to reassure
you about getting out or anything like that because he knew it was
useless, you two could be in there all night.
You started to fan your face and you noticed tiny sweat beads on his face across you, glistening on his forehead.
its getting to hot, how you’re still wearing that leather jacket is
beyond me” you said, you took of your blazer, you tight formal top
showing underneath, and he stared at you as you took it off, your chest
glistening with tiny dots of sweat and he couldn’t help but stare as you
chest moved up and down from the rising heat. Watching you just made
him sweat and get even more hotter so in response he decided to take off
his jacket too. You watched him as he did so, his muscles flexing, and
his arms toned and gorgeous as you stared at them, silently thanking for
his choice in a black singlet. But you shook your head and discarded any
inappropriate thoughts away.
The heat was getting to you both,
your cheeks flushing, both of you breathing heavier, trying to keep up
small talk but you were both just concentrated on fanning yourself.
Sweat was glistening down the both of you and you both leaned on the
walls off the elevator.
“Fuck I can’t do this anymore” He said,
leaning his head up and you watched his neck as he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down as he did so, his
movements flustering you. He put his face back down and stared at you,
catching you stare at him and you quickly turned away but he shot a
smirk at you, such a cocky smirk that it sent a tingle down your back.
You kept your place against the wall but he pushed himself off it it,
moving towards you, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at his eyes,
his pupils dilated so suddenly.
“What are you doing?” you asked him as he moved dangerously close to you.
“I can think of something to pass the time” he said, his deadly smirk making your face flush bright pink.
be silly” you attempted to move away from him but his arms leaned on
the wall, encasing your body and trapping you in the corner of the
“I see the way you have been staring at me, it’s not
exactly subtle” you shied at his words, trying to stare at anything but
his face. His hand came down to your chin, pulling your face upwards to
look at him.
“We are going to be in here a while” was the last
thing he said to you, you gulped as his lips came closer and closer to
yours, but you weren’t moving away, you wanted this, you didn’t know
what it was about him that made you want this so much but the urge was
impossible to resist, so when his lips finally reached yours, you let
him kiss you. You kissed him back immediately, his lips molding into
your own and you felt his shit eating grin in the kiss.
“Knew you couldn’t resist”
shut up” you said, bringing his face back down to yours. You both
melted into each others lips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, and he
dominated over you, licking around and nibbling on your bottom lip
whenever he had to pull away to breathe. The hotness of the elevator
made you two breathe even heavier, your chests rising up and down very
fast as sweat trickled down your foreheads. His hands grabbed at your
sides, pushing you back roughly against the elevator wall as his deep
kisses became rougher, your hands grabbed at his hair and tugged roughly
as your tongues battled together. You moaned into the kiss, the
roughness overwhelming you and arousing you all at the same time and he
was definitely living up to his intimidating appearance as he pressed
you against the wall with his hips. You were trapped in him and you
loved it. His hands dug into your hips, grabbing roughly at the hem off
you shirt and pulling it above your head and throwing it behind him. You
continued kissing and you grabbed at his shirt, discarding it from his
body. You ogled at him for the shortest moment, taking in his broad
shoulders and toned chest while he unclipped your bra, pulling it off
His lips moved to your neck, biting harshly and
roughly while his hands grabbed onto your breasts, rubbing them roughly
at the same time.
“Fuck Jaebum” you moaned as his teeth dug into
your skin and your nipples hardened against his touch. He bit down
harder in response to hearing his name, groaning against your skin and
you gasped as he left numerous marks and deep bruises all over your neck,
the feeling so painfully pleasurable and you couldn’t describe it. The
rising heat of the elevator just amplified the feeling of the situation
and you could feel your arousal in your panties getting wetter and
wetter by each second as his hands explored your body, squeezing on your
hips, your breasts and tugging you into whatever place he wanted you to
be and you let him have complete control over your body. Your hands
grabbed at his hair tightly as his lips moved to your breasts, sucking
on your breasts and leaving wet spots as he spread out his rough kisses,
your breath hitched in your throat as he bit down onto your breasts,
turning them into a perfect shade of purple and blue as he left bruises
and marks on you.
You moaned and moaned as he returned the
pleasure to the other breast while licking and rubbing at the same time.
Your breasts perked for him and boosted his ego as he hardened his
treatment, rubbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands while
licking in between.
“Fuck they’re so perfect” he said to you and
you moaned at his words, his face came back to yours as he started
kissing you again. He grabbed both of your hands with just one of his,
pinning them above your head and against the wall as he nibbled on your
bottom lip. His other hand came up to your neck, squeezing very lightly
lifting your head up to face him. His lips crashed onto yours as the
grip on your neck didn’t loosen, making it harder for you to breath but
the feeling excited you and you wanted more. Your tongue explored his
mouth as his did the same and you both groaned into the kiss, his grip
on your neck getting the littlest bit tighter, your hands struggled in
his, wanted to touch him and run them through his hair but he didn’t let
you, keeping your hands above you.
His hands finally let go of
your neck and your own hands, moving down your body on to the floor,
looking up at you as he took your shoes off, sliding them behind him, he
moved back up, towering in front of you and staring straight into your
eyes as his hands slid down the zipper of your jeans but not sliding
them down your legs just yet. One of his hands gripped your hips, making
sure you were pushed into the wall while the other slowly slid into
your pants, your head rolled back as he rubbed you tormentingly over
your panties, allowing you to acknowledge just how wet you have become
and you sighed at the feeling.
“Already so wet for me” His hand
on your waist grabbed your chin, lowering your face down to look at him
and you kept your eyes on each other as he rubbed you slowly and deeply
over and over again.
“Keep looking at me y/n, don’t look away, I
want to see your face as I pleasure you…” you did as he told, keeping
your gazes on each other and trying your best not to look away when his
thumb ran rougher over you. You chest breathed heavy, your breasts
bumping into his own toned chest every time you breathed. He moved his
hand into your panties, rubbing his thumb slowly but deeply over your
clit and you hissed at the feeling, cursing under your breath as you
continued to stare at him, yours and his eyes dilated with lust, the
mirrors in the elevator officially steaming up.
As his thumb
rounded your clit his fingers rubbed you up and down, coating your
wetness all over you before sliding two fingers inside of you.
you almost tore you gaze away as he started pumping inside of you,
sticking with a slow pace that roamed around inside you, feeling your
walls from side to side as his fingers moved round and round inside you
and all you wanted to do was roll your head back, but instead, you
settled with gripping his shoulders for dear life.
keep it up” he said to you as you continued to follow his instruction.
As he pushed his fingers in as deep as possible he continued to roam
your insides, fingers slightly curling inside you which made you writhe
in response to him, barely being able to stand still from all the
pleasure. You could feel his ring as he pushed his fingers in and out of
you and it just amplified your pleasure by a million. More and more
curses started to leave your mouth until Jaebum came to a halt, removing
his hand from your clit and you inside, bringing his fingers up to your
lips and you took them in your mouth straight away, sucking and licking
his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, keeping your eyes on him as
you did so, the look you’re giving him making him groan and the bulge in
his pants starting to grow.
You released his fingers from your
mouth with a lewd pop and licked around your lips. You both stared at
each other deeply as he started dragging your pants and panties down you
legs, as they reach the floor you kicked out of them and he pushed them
behind him. You reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zip and
dragging his jeans and boxers down to the floor, discarding them also.
His erection sprang free and you only tore your eyes away for a second
to glance at the impressive length before concentrating your look back
onto him. As you were about to get down onto your knees he stopped you.
yet baby” he said as he kept you trapped against the elevator wall. The
small space in the elevator was heated up and the mirror was officially
steamed out, sweat was running down both of your skin and you couldn’t
help but admire the way it made him glisten. Jaebum dropped onto his
knees, looking up at you as his hand returned to your core, pushing
three fingers now inside you and you almost screamed as he immediately
settled for full speed, the coarse feeling of his ring making your walls
clench around his fingers. As his fingers continued their sins his face
moved to your clit, and his tongue started to lick you, at a complete
opposite speed from his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at your clit,
little kitten licks that were driving you absolutely insane and you
wanted more but you couldn’t say the words. You kept your stare at him,
trying your very best not to look away, but it was getting harder each
“OhHH ~ Fu-ck!” his licks on your clit started to
get deeper and you felt your legs starting to tremble and shake, I
guess Jaebum felt it too, so he used his spare hand to hold you up. His
fingers curled inside you and he started to nibble and suck on your clit
and you couldn’t stare at him any longer, your head rolled back in
pleasure hitting the elevator wall and you moaned and groaned and
cursed, lewd noises spilling from your mouth and if no one knew you two
were stuck here, they probably know now…
Your hands tugged at
his hair roughly, pushing his face further into you. You rolled your
hips back and forth for more friction but he stopped you immediately,
firmly placing his arm across you to keep you still on the wall when all
you wanted to do was move. He nibbled and sucked at your clit roughly
while his fingers continued their ministrations, curling and pumping in
and out of you. His licks became long and his sucks rougher and the
sounds coming from his tongue and his finger fucking filled up the
elevator. He licked up and down your clit and you screamed in pleasure,
the pleasure knot in your stomach starting to tighten and you couldn’t
hold your orgasm much longer.
“Im– so close- Fuck!” Jaebum
quickened his speed, his muscles tensing and going into overdrive as he
pushed you towards your orgasm, but he decided to change it up, removing
his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue as his thumb
now roughly traced deep circles around your clit and you mewled in
delight, his tongue licking around your entrance before sliding inside
you, licking around your walls, pushing in and out of you and licking up
and down, the feelings making you see stars, your breath started to get
hitched and you were almost choking from barely being able to take a
deep breath. With a few more clean licks and rubs and tugs at your
clit, your orgasm hit you like no other and you screamed his name over
and over as your back arched off the wall, your body shaking as you
orgasm ripped through your, your eyes clenched shut and your mouth wide
open, not able to release a noise. Jaebum continued his actions as you
rode out you high, and when you finally started to relax against him he
removed his tongue and his fingers from you, licking his lips and his
fingers as he lifted himself off the floor. You opened your eyes and he
was staring down at you, a smirk planted across his face at your messy
As your breath started to become even again he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Ready for round 2 princess?” You didn’t have the strength to reply so you nodded weakly at him. Ready for a fuck you knew you were going to remember.
placed his hands underneath your thighs before lifting you up, you
cradled you legs around him as your arms held tightly around his neck,
he left soft kisses to your breasts before aligning himself with your
entrance and sliding into you, the feeling causing an immediate response
to you as your head tilted back in a deep groan.
“Fuck you’re so
tight and wet-” he groaned as he entered you to the brim, giving you
only seconds to adjust to his length as he started slowly pulling all
the way back out. You cursed under you breath as he slowly pulled in and
out of you, setting a tormentingly slow pace and you just wanted more
from him. Your hands tightly gripped the nape of his neck. Jaebum
continued his torments, pulling out all the way to the tip and then
slamming back into you hard, filling you to the brim and deep throaty
groans fell from your plump lips.
As he continued his slow but
hard pace it was starting to get to much for you and you needed him to
go faster, but the pleasure he was giving you was stopping you from
formulating any kind of english word.
“please–UGH” was all you
could muster out. Somehow he knew what you meant and started to increase
his speed, slamming his dick in and out of you, the faster pace making
your back scrape against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed your hips,
lifting them up and down rapidly to match the movement of his thrusts
and you knew you would have bruises on your hips tomorrow from his tight
grip. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and you almost drew
blood from digging so much.
“FUCK! Jaebum!” you writhed against
him, his thrusts so powerful. He thrust harder and deeper and started to
hit your g-spot every time and your body shook and trembled from his
“Keep moaning my name baby-” Jaebum’s face in
front of you was scrunched up in concentration and pleasure from his
thrusts, sweat running down his forward, his teeth clenched and his
eyebrows furrowed together. You knew your face was just as sweaty as
your hair stuck to your forehead. As his thrusts started to become more
powerful by the second he sunk his head into the crook of your neck,
biting down as he thrusted up into you, you could feel the pressure of
his teeth in your neck and it just amplified your pleasure as you
groaned his name again, over and over. With each passing thrust he hit
you in all the right spots and your walls clenched around him making him
curse under his breath.
You could feel scratches forming on your
back from being shoved into the elevator wall with each of his thrusts
but feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving you and
you couldn’t care less. He removed his hands from your hip, placing them
on your ass and lifting you higher to try and reach deeper in you, and
he did, making you cry in pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes
as the knot in your stomach started to reappear, he squeezed and
messaged your cheeks in his hands and his lips went back to your
breasts, kissing and tugging on your nipples roughly.
so close!” you mewled in delight, your walls continued to clench around
him and he increased his speed to get you closer to your high.
removed one of your hands from his neck, your hand was in between the
two of you, moving down to your core and you rubbed fast circles around
your clit, moans and curses spilled from your mouth as you received
pleasure from yourself and Jaebum. “Fuck that’s so hot y/n” he
said, seeing you pleasure yourself and seeing you face so concentrated
on reaching your high turned him on so fucking much he almost reached
his own then and there. You started to see stars and you orgasm was
inches away, so you roughened your hands to match the rhythm of Jaebum’s
powerful thrusts. Seconds later you felt your orgasm wash over your
body and you screamed as your back arched off the wall, your other hand
slamming onto the mirror of the elevator, leaving a nice big hand print
in the steam. He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high,
leaving more marks on your breasts as his hands dug into your ass,
squeezing tightly. All your muscles tensed as the pleasure came through
your body, your whole body shaking, your chest heaved up and down
rapidly and you soon started to relax from your high, removing your hand
from your core and relaxing your back onto the wall. You took heavy
breaths as you tried to re-catch your breath. When you finally relaxed,
Jaebum dropped your feet back to the floor and you almost lost balance
as your legs felt like jelly.
He removed himself from inside
you, and you grabbed him, pushing him and shoving him into the wall as
you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his length into your
mouth, sucking around his tip as your hand rubbed and pumped the rest of
“Fuck!” he groaned as his head tilted back to lean on the wall, his hands grabbing your hair, keeping a tight grip on it.
tongue lapped around his length, flat tonguing him from bottom to top,
and releasing his dick with a lewd popping noise every time. You
hollowed your cheeks around him when you sucked deeply. As you brought
your mouth back up to hip tip, you licked around his tip. You could feel
his dick pulsating and his hands started gripping your hair more
He started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the
feeling of his going at the back of your throat making you gag on his
dick, the vibrations from your mouth sending waves of pleasure through
him. You rested your hands on his thighs for support, feeling them tense
every time he fucked your mouth. You tried your best to keep up with
his rhythm, licking around him best you could whenever he thrusted back
into your mouth, but he chased his high and took control, he bragged all
your hair into his hands, bobbing your head back and forth to match his
He moaned repeatedly and numerous swears fell from his
lips each second as he came closer to his high. You could feel his cock
throbbing inside your lips and knew he was close.
The lewd sound
of sex filled the elevator and you eyes teared from the intensity of
him filling up your mouth. Your groans and gagging getting him close to
his orgasm so you continued to moan against his dick, the vibrations
running through his body, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his
head rolled back as he moaned your name.
“Fuck y/n!” he groaned
as his orgasm crashed through him, his warm seed filling your mouth,
spilling from your lips as he continued to thrust, riding out his high.
His heavy breaths filled the room and his chest was going up and down at
a fast rate as he was trying to catch his breath, his thrusts becoming
sloppy as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair and removed
his dick from your mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at you as you
swallowed his seed, licking around your mouth to taste him around your
lips. When he finally relaxed he bent down and grabbed your arms,
pulling you back up with him to lift your off the floor, he gave you a
small kiss on the forehead as he moved aside to gather his clothes and
re dress himself. Once he did he started to gather yours one at a time,
your panties first. He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture as
he slowly slid the panties back up your legs, he did the same with your
He grabbed your bra, letting you do that once yourself before placing your top back over your arms for it to rest on your body.
“Thank you” you said smiling up at him.
welcome” he replied as he pushed aside the hair on your face, tucking
it behind your ear. You looked at the elevator mirror, no bodies could
be seen through any of the steam besides where you had left your messy
A few short minutes past and then suddenly the elevator doors opened up and three men were outside the elevator.
“Are you guys okay!?” they asked with concern.
fucking time, do you know how hot it is in here??? How long we have
been in here!?” Jaebum answered, his frustration evident.
As the youngest man looked around the elevator, his eyes settling on the messy prints on the mirror.
guess you guys found a way to pass the time at least” you stared away,
not wanting to look the man in the eye to confirm his accusation.
Jaebum grabbed your hand, rushing you to walk out of the elevator.
you for finally getting us out” you said as you both walked past. Ready
for you and Jaebum to go you separate ways, but he walked you to your
car, making sure you were safe before making your way home.
entered your car and opened the window to say bye to him. You didn’t
expect such a gentlemen like behaviour from him as he grabbed your hand
and placed a gentle kiss on it. As he was starting to turn away you
rushed to speak.
“Wait!–” he cut you off before you could speak further.
worry y/n, we will see each other again”. He smirked back up at you,
before disappearing into the early morning, and as you made your way
home, all you could think about is the next time you would see him, and
you hoped it would be soon.
- Him coming behind you to see what you are doing, kissing your shoulder - Sighing in your neck that he’s bored and if you want to come play Scrabble with him - His huge smile when you accept, taking your hand to lead you to the living room - Finding the board game and everything else ready, waiting for you on the coffee table - Helping you to sit on ground before going to the kitchen and bringing for both of you tea and snacks - Offering you your mug fulls of your favorite tea "You won’t listen to me but be careful it’s quite hot!“ - His "I told you!” face when you take a sip of the hot beverage and hiss between your teeth because of your burnt tongue - Proposing to feed you when you ask him to give you a bite of his snack - Moving his hand away of your mouth each time you try to bite into his piece of apple - Keep moving his hand until you’re close enough of him to kiss your cheek - Teasing you in keeping the bag of letters out of your reach - Encouraging you in laughing “ Come on little thing, I’m sure you can do it! ” - His loud laugh when you start to tickling him as payback for his joke - Him trying to take a look at your letters when he thinks you won’t notice - Pushing his face away when he bend toward you to watch your words - Trying to distract you to take another letter because he can’t write nothing with the ones he has - Smacking gently your ass when he comes back into the room and find you bending over the table to look at his letters - His ironic concerned face when you complain “Poor little you! Wants me to kiss it better?” - Feeling him playing with your hair while waiting for you to place your letters on the board game - Distracting you in blowing slowly on your ear when you place your word - Waiting to his turn to play to place sweet messages for you - Answering to his sweet messages using the same way - Catching your ankle in his hand when you try to distract him in pushing on his leg with your foot - Tickling you while looking at you with a half smile when you look at the words with concentration - Letting you win on purpose because he loves to see you happy for little things - Acting innocent when you ask him if he let you won …
even is resting on his back while isak lies on his stomach, face turned toward him as he simply. watches him. how his chest rises and falls to the regular rhythm of his breathing, and how his adam’s apple moves up and down when he swallows. and how completely serene he looks, the muscles of his face relaxed, and how his nostrils flutter slightly each time he inhales, each time he exhales. and there’s something so profoundly soothing about the sight, and isak can’t help but let out a sigh, like he’s just so content and at peace in this moment, in this life
and even hears him sigh, feels the warm air that travels from isak’s mouth and lands somewhere on his cheek, and his ear, and his neck. and isak sees the corners of his mouth form a smile as he turns and lies on his side instead, eyes on isak’s face and he also sighs, contentedly, and he whispers “hey baby” and isak raises his shoulder a little, presses it against his chin. and even whispers it again, “baby”. and then isak is tilting his head up and he’s looking into even’s eyes and there’s nothing uncomfortable about the silence in the room. because they could stay like this for hours, just looking into each other’s eyes, and souls and just being. just being together
and then isak reaches for even’s face, and the tip of his finger ghost over his cheek for a few seconds before it touches the skin underneath it, a spot where one of even’s moles is. and then it traces a small line and connects it to the mole that’s underneath it, and then the one that’s above, until isak has connected them all. and it’s as though he can see it, the shape he’s just created. and even asks him, quiet delight in his voice, “what are you doing?”
even notices it, the warmth and the light radiating across isak’s face as he says, tip of his fingers still resting on even’s face, “there has to be a constellation somewhere in a universe that’s shaped exactly like this”. even’s smile grows wider and there’s a hint of playfulness, but also wonder in his voice when he asks “exactly?” and isak nods, tells him “there has to be…an isak who looked at the sky one night, and who recognized this shape, and who named it after his even”. and even sort of slowly, slowly melts at the words, gentle heat spreading through him
and even leans in and softly captures isak’s lips with his, and when they part, he starts asking “do you think” and he places another kiss on isak’s chin, and then he props himself up on his forearm and places a kiss on his left shoulder “that there is a constellation” and another on his right shoulder “somewhere in a universe…that’s shaped” and he keeps slowly placing kisses all over isak’s back “exactly like this?” even feels the shivers that spread all over isak’s skin, hears his breathing that first speeds up but then becomes slow, slow, slow. and then isak turns around so he can face even, and he doesn’t say anything, simply lets the look in his eyes speak for itself. fondness, sincerity, home
and it sort of becomes a thing they do. placing random kisses all over each other, giving them names, sometimes silly (”this is the shape of your cute butt, even, a constellation named even’s cute butt. there are stars placed just like this, i promise”), sometimes more meaningful (”this is the shape of the pool in which i first kissed you. it exists, somewhere, i swear”). and it’s quite amazing, really, this universe in which isak and even exist, with all the stars they can connect to create constellations that tell their story as it unfolds
Shawn lets out a shaky breath as he kneels in front of her. He
can’t bring himself to look at her. He must look pathetic, kneeling, naked in
front of her, hard cock flushed red.
“Neglecting your health again? Not getting enough sleep? We
talked about this Shawn…” she chastises him, “Look at me.”
His eyes squeeze shut as shame wells up in him, his cheeks
flushing. A bead of precome drools down his cock. Disgraceful. A small, soft, unyielding hand grips the nape of his
neck, pulling harshly on his short locks of hair. A breathy moan leaves his
mouth as he is forced to look at her, his cheeks burning with humiliation.
“I said, look at me Shawn,“ she commands him, steel in her
voice. His eyes open, looking up at his goddess of a girlfriend. Her fingers,
buried in his curls, tighten their grip as she raises one eyebrow, suspicion in
her eyes. Oh god, she can’t find out. She pulls on his hair and his mouth opens
on a gasp, blood rushing to his cock. Shameful.
“Shawn… Do you like that?”
she asks him. He tries to look away, but her grip only tightens. He bites his
lip, trying desperately to contain the whimper of pleasure-pain.
“I asked you a question, boy. Do you like that?” The control in
her voice sears his skin, and a flush spreads down his chest.
“I - I don’t,” he stutters. Her disbelieving stare
embarrasses him all the more. She can’t know what a disgusting kink he has. How deeply disturbed he is. Disgraceful.
“Do not lie to me, pet. Your cock is dripping all over the
place.” Her matter of fact tone only adds to his embarrassment.
“I’m sorry love. I’ll leave, I promise just- don’t- please don’t
tell anyone?” he begs as he makes to get up, only to have her tiny fist tangle
in his hair and push him onto his knees again. He looks up at her, confusion
swirling inside him.
“You’re not going anywhere Shawn. I didn’t give you permission
to leave did I?” The velvet soft power of her voice turns his insides to
liquid. His mouth parts on a silent plead.
“Tell me what you like, pet.”
“Don’t.“ He corrects himself, “Please don’t.”
What was he
pleading for? For her to stop her torture or for her to continue the oh-so-good
humiliation? His cheeks are burning, probably permanently stained red.
“I like- “He starts biting his tongue as she pulls on his hair
again, bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. His eyes close as the
shameful delight of pain coats his bones with a comforting warmth.
“You love pain,” she states flatly, with no room for
argument. His eyes fly open, the warmth turning to ice, freezing him in place,
choking him with fear. Revolting.
Never would she be able to overlook the repulsive nature of his kink.
“Hey, hey, Shawn. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s a kink, it’s not
the end of the world.” Genuine concern and confusion glaze her voice as she
brings her hand under his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Darling what’s
wrong?” Love, concern and pain are in her eyes; there is no hate, no disdain,
no disgust. A sigh of relief rattles out of him as her thumb strokes his cheek
in soothing circles.
“It’s mo- I like it- It’s more than just pain,“ he
whispers. A fresh wave of red rushes to his cheeks at her questioning gaze.
“Maybe like- I think- uhm… humiliation,” he mumbles
hurriedly, punching the words out, leaving them hanging in the room.
“Be more specific, pet. I need to know exactly what you like so
that I know what to do,“ she answers. She’s kind and gentle and genuine;
he’s surprised and shocked that she wants to know more.
“Being told how needy I look… Biting, may- maybe scratching…”
His voice wavers as he lets the heavy words settle.
“What about me being completely in control?” she asks, in a
steady, soothing voice. He hesitates.
“Shawn.” He looks at her. Open, honest eyes beg him for the
“I might… like it… And- and powerplay.” His brown eyes search
her beautiful face for a trace of loathing. How could she simply be alright
“What else, baby?” Comforting fingers carding through his hair,
his heart rate finally slows just a bit. Thankfully she hasn’t run yet.
“Kneeling in front of you like this… completely naked while you
are still wearing your underwear.” He lets out, trying to breathe properly. His
courage sinks again as he realises he just confessed to all the nasty things he
had only ever thought.
“Shawn. I love you. That won’t change because of some kink you
have. I love you the way you are, pain kink and all. Do you trust me?” Her
bright bright eyes study him carefully.
“I do.” He leans into her hand as it cups his cheek. The feel of
his burning skin against her soft fingers calms the riot in his head.
“Good.” She takes a deep breath. “Now. I need to punish you for hiding
this from me,” she teases, a small smile playing around her lips. He gulps
as his cock hardens again. Her eyes drop to his crotch, chuckling at his quick
reaction. She stands up, moving behind him. He tries to look at her but her
hand tightening in his hair prevents it. Shawn feels her foot against his ass.
“Crawl towards the bed. Hands on the mattress.” Her controlled
voice raises goosebumps on his skin. He is pressed against the bed. Her hand
gently turns his head to the side and presses it forward into the mattress. Her
fingers leave his hair, trailing down the nape of his neck, across his back. He
fists the blanket, muscles bunching, trying to be as still as possible. Her
fingernails rake down his back and a surprised moan leaves his lips, his hips
“Now. That is a beautiful sound, pet,“ she whispers
appreciatively against his ear. She presses a little kiss above his ear and a
breath wheezes out of him.
“Please.” He manages to choke the word out as her nails dig
painfully, tantalizingly, into his
back. A whine tumbles from his mouth. Shawn feels her lips curving into a smile
against the shell of his ear. Precome dribbles from his cock, his eyes
squeezing shut as she murmurs words of praise against his skin.
“Open your eyes Shawn.” His eyes half lidded when he manages to
open them. Her right hand finds its way into his hair, twisting itself into the
curls and pulling his face up a little. Her left hand moves to his throat,
holding it in a comfortably tight grip. She tilts his head up, angling his face
towards her. His lips are parted, swollen from biting them as he looks at her.
Her left thumb presses into the plush flesh, his tongue hesitatingly licking
“My pretty boy,” she says, praise in her voice. Shawn
preens under her words. He sighs, digging his fingers deeper into the blanket.
“Come on. Up you go on the bed.” Her low command resonates
through his body. He scrabbles to his feet, lying down on the mattress, kicking
the blanket into the corner. He looks at her expectantly. She bites her lip,
trying to hide an amused smile.
“Grip the headboard for me,“ she orders as she pulls off
her panties, the motion torturously slow. “Now, this is your punishment.” She
unhooks her bra as she speaks. "You will not remove your hands from that
headboard. You will not touch me; I won’t restrain you.” Her breasts are
finally bare and he gulps, trying desperately to focus on her words. “If you
disobey, I will stop and I will get myself off on your thigh. And you have to
watch and stay hard and untouched. Do you understand pet?”
His hands fly to the headboard as he whimpers yes. She straddles him, her small
fingers wrapping around his cock. Her nails not so accidentally scratch lightly
down the length of it. His hands grip the bed, frantically trying to obey her
rules. A moan punches out of him as she leans forward, her left hand burying
itself into his shoulder muscles. Her nipples graze his heaving chest as she
kisses his neck. Teeth and tongue, pain and pleasure, mixing into one
breath-stealing combination. Whimpers and pleads tumble from his lips at his
hips buck into her fist. Her lips move down his throat, a patchwork of bruises
and bites blossoming on his skin. His back arches as she sucks a dark bruise
next to his Adam’s apple. She moves down the column of his neck, sucking one
more hickey at the base of throat.
“Mhm. All mine now,” she mumbles to herself, admiring her
work, hickeys and bites covering his neck. Marking him as hers. A moan of her
name spills from his mouth. His arms pulling at the headboard making it creak
under his strength. She shuffles up his body, her thighs on either side of his
face. His arms pressing into her soft skin, his fingers closing around the bars
of the headboard convulsively.
“Do you think you deserve it? Do you deserve to eat my pussy
Shawn?” She taunts him, his lips so so close to her.
“Yes, please- I’m good. I- please let me. Please let me make you
come.” He pleads her. His cheeks turn red at the desperation in his voice.
“Alright pet. You’ve been good,“ she acknowledges as she
lowers herself onto his mouth. His lips wrap around her clit, causing a shudder
to go through her body. He sucks on the bud, his teeth occasionally grazing
her, a sharp intake of breath her only response. He lets go of her clit,
licking her pussy, his tongue entering her. Sweet delicious wetness coats his
tongue. Her hand reaches into his hair, pulling on it as she rocks against his
face. Small moans of praise and his name are his reward. Thrusting into her, he
gets the most beautiful response from her. She throws her head back, tightening
her grip on his hair, moaning his name. He feels her walls tightening around
his tongue, his nose bumping against her pubic bone as she grinds on his face.
“Shawn. I’m-“ She moans as her orgasm takes her over. The hand
in his hair tenses further, her nails scratching against his scalp, sparks of
pain coursing down his spine. A strangled moan escapes him. She writhes on top
of him, the vibrations of his moan traveling up her spine.
She remains on his face for a minute longer, catching her
“You did great baby.” Her praise washes over him as she slowly
moves down his body stopping when her wet pussy is resting against his abs. A
tortured sigh leaves him at the feeling. She leans over him, reaching for the
bedside table. Her delicious scent wafts over him, riling him up further. The
tell-tale crinkling sound of the condom wrapper makes him turn his face into
his arm. Too much. He needs to think.
His eyes shoot open as he feels the latex glide down his shaft. God have mercy on him.
“You are doing wonderfully Shawn,” she tells him as she
slowly lifts herself up. His cock nudges against her pussy. She is going kill him. She slowly sinks
down onto him and his eyes roll back into his head. Her breath hitches almost
inaudibly as he finally bottoms out. Her nails scrape his abdomen, leaving red
scratches in their wake, his muscles tightening under her fingertips. She
starts moving in slow figure eights, grinding against his crotch. His cock in a
vice-like velvety grip. The wood creaks as he tightens his hold on the
headboard further. He throws his head back, burying it into the pillow. Her
hands digging into his flesh, bruising it delightfully, make moans fall freely
from his lips. He is begging her for mercy, for more, for more pain. She
rakes her nails down his torso, over his nipple, a loud whine punching out of
him. He turns his face away from her, hiding in his arm.
“No Shawn. None of that.” She grabs his chin, forcing him to
look at her. She bends forward, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth.
Slowly pulling on it, gently biting down on it, he can only whimper at the
excruciating pleasure of the pain. She rolls her hips forward, her walls
tightening around him. Her pubic bone grinds against his skin. Her fluttering
walls tense around him as his teeth dig into his bottom lip. He is so, so
“Please.” He begs her, struggling to get the word past his lips.
“Please what, pet?” she asks, rocking against him.
“Hurt me more,“ he pleads in a sigh, a fresh wave of heat
making his cheeks flush. How could he ask
She runs her nails across his nipple, pinching it between her
nails. His hips buck into her as her pussy clenches around him. Her right hand
travels up his torso as her left one remains firmly on his chest. She reaches
the base of his throat, his eyes closing in anticipation. Small fingers wrap
around his neck for the second time that night. Yes. He thrusts up into her as the pressure against his throat
“Let me- please. Let me come,” he begs, a blush spreading
down his chest.
“Come for me, pet,“ she murmurs under her breath. He tilts
his head back, his mouth dropping open as his orgasm washes over him. A
shattered moan punches out of him as he rides out his high. She rolls off of
him, letting them catch their breath. She discards of the used condom in the
bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. She carefully cleans his face and his
“You?” He croaks out,
letting go of the headboard.
“Already did it in the bathroom darling.” She smiles at him
softly. A blush blossoms on his cheeks. How
can he ask her to hurt him? God. He’s despicable.
“Shawn. Stop right now.” She sits on his chest again, forcing
him to look at her. Her eyebrows furrow in anger and pain. He is revolting.
“Stop it, please. I love you the way you are Shawn! I couldn’t
care less if you had a pain kink! I would still be with you if you had a foot
fetish and could only fall asleep with my foot in your hands! I. Love.
You,” she tells him, desperately looking into his eyes, begging him to see
that she is telling the truth.
“Believe me. Please. I love you the way you are, kinks and all.
And what does it say about me? Enjoying biting you and pulling your hair and
hurting you. Doesn’t that make me a monster?” She speaks calmly, apparently
unperturbed by this, but his eyes widen at her accusations.
“No! Never! Just because you like something doesn’t make you a…”
Realisation dawns on him. Her beaming cheeky grin tells him she expected his
answer. He rolls his eyes at her, pulling her down into a slow, lazy kiss. Her
squeaked laugh of delight as he flips them over make him smile.
~ u lose ur vibrator somewhere in the apartment u share with
roommate!michael, and he kinda wont mind helping u out((; >requested ~ yess @mioety gave me this awesome prompt i love it a lot >word count ~ 2936 > a/n ~ idk why this turned so fluffy towards the end but who cares requests are sent in here // masterlist
your leggings pushed off your legs, you lay on your floor, rummaging
through one of the boxes you set aside beneath your desk. You took
things out, then set them back in, proceeding to check three times in
case you missed it the first or second time. Sitting up on your knees,
you pushed your hair from your face, and tapered your eyes across the
room, swearing under your breath. It must’ve been somewhere, although
in its defence, you hadn’t used it in a good two months. Standing up,
you walked to the other side of your room, swinging open the cabinet in
the alcove, you bent down, taking out every pair of underwear you kept,
and groaning when, of course, it still wasn’t there. Slamming the
cabinet shut, you approached your door, pulling it open and slipping
into the corridor.
Michael, fortunately, was out to finish the
last tracks for his band’s new album, and told you to not wait up for
dinner seeing as they planned to celebrate afterwards. He insisted you
to come, but you very much needed a night alone, which so far went well
– up to the point where you misplaced your vibrator. Now, you were
pacing around the apartment, your hair still wet from the bath, and only
a buttoned up night shirt over your underwear. Sighing, you peer over
the threshold of the bathroom and stepped in, opening up your cabinet
beneath the sink. After many petty arguments about whose razor was
whose, you and Michael both decided to have separate cabinets – his
above the sink, and yours below.
You pushed everything in your way
to the side – pads, wax strips, hair removal cream, shower gels – in
vain hopes that the vibrator would be somewhere behind them. Although
you knew you wouldn’t have kept it in a place where your roomate could
find it, you still checked everywhere in the bathroom to make sure. You
didn’t need him to know the sordid details of your privacy, just as you
didn’t need to know his, either. The tightness in your stomach grew, and
you sat yourself down. The wetness between your thighs was too much of a
distraction for you to concentrate on anything else.
Entering the living room, you slumped across the sofa, tugging up your legs, and rubbing your thumb over your forehead. Where could it be?
Your clit pulsed beneath your underwear, but you refused to take them
off. Not unless you found your vibrator. You knew you couldn’t make
yourself feel as good just with your fingers – it just wasn’t something
you were good at. Every moment you tried pushing it away, the ball
knotted in your stomach deepened into your heat. Huffing, you pushed
your hair from your eyes, and tried switching on the TV. Your fingers
trembled and your head whirled. You couldn’t remember a time your body
was begging as much as this.
When you heard the lock on the front
door click, you weren’t even bothered to hide your naked legs. You lay
there, your gaze meeting Michael’s as he walked into the apartment. He
stopped taking off his jacket midway, and stared at you, eyebrows
furrowed as he tried figuring out what happened. Of course, you looked
like a mess – no pants, your hair still wet, and an unamused expression
washed over your face.
He laughed. “You okay?”
“No.” You crossed your arms, and averted your attention to the TV. An old rerun of Pretty Little Liars was playing on the low volume.
his head, he hooked up his jacket and joined you on the couch, pushing
your legs out of the way so he had room. Unfazed by seeing you half
naked, he snatched the remote out of your hand and changed the channel.
You stared at him, and considered kicking him off the sofa so you could
reclaim your taken space. Shrinking into your corner, you pulled your
knees up beneath your chin.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, not looking away from the TV.
Heat rose up your neck; you touched your cheek with the back of your hand – warm. “I lost something.”
watched his Adam’s apple move beneath his throat, and found yourself
staring at his lips. Bloomed with red, and parted perfectly enough to
take a sip of the beer he brought into the apartment. Any other day, you
would’ve been paranoid he would spill it somewhere, but that evening,
all you could see was how good his mouth looked smeared with alcohol –
shiny and wet. You looked away when he met your gaze, an eyebrow raised,
and a teasing shimmer in his eyes.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said, and chuckled. “What have you lost? I can take a look for it.”
Bewildered, you sat up, shaking your head. “No, it’s… it’d be weird if I asked you to look for it.”
“Why? I can help.” He leaned over and set the beer can down while you watched the muscles of his back flex. You had to stop,
you told yourself, but couldn’t bring yourself to shake out how good he
looked in his tank. You could see a strip of skin showing through the
arm hole that dipped all the way down to his waist. He faced you.
“You’re always losing things, anyway.”
You blushed harder, considering to tell him. “It’s…”
“It’s…?” He regarded you expectantly.
breathed in, and glanced out the window, not meeting his eyes. Running
your fingers up your leg, you curled your toes over the sofa. “I lost my
Silence lapsed over you both, until it cracked with
his subdued chuckle. His lack of composure made you stare at him, and he
held both arms up in defence. Before he could say anything, you beat
him to it.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Was I not meant to?”
him a glare, you swung your legs off the sofa and stood, stalking out
of the living room and across the corridor. You knew you shouldn’t have
told him, it would end in humility on your end. Unsure whether you could
even look him in the eye, you locked yourself in the bathroom, and
remained with your hand on either side of the sink and lifting your gaze
to your reflection in the mirror. You pushed your messy hair from your
forehead and ran your thumb down to your bottom lip, staring at how
flushed they’d become beneath the self-inflicted bite marks you left on
them. Your shirt sagged down your shoulder, and you could’ve been
mistaken from coming fresh out of a room full of sweaty sex, when it was
really the opposite. Slamming your hands on the sink, you groaned,
turning around and opening the bathroom door. Michael was waiting in the
corridor for you, and looked up when he saw you come out.
not angry with me, right?” he asked gently, and you rolled your eyes,
crossing your arms and casting your eyes to the ground. His voice was
deep and raspy, and you unwillingly thought of what else he could say,
how close he could be to you… Surprised to have such thoughts about
your roommate, you advanced into your bedroom without a response, but he
caught you by the wrist. “I’m sorry for – fuck, this is so stupid – I’m sorry for teasing you.”
Smiling, you twisted your wrist around. “I’m not angry with you.”
He tugged at your arm gently. “Look at me.”
you turned around, faced with his breath gliding across the slant of
your nose, and the faintness of his cologne teasing you a little closer.
You couldn’t bare to lift your eyes to his, because you knew what
they’d read – you knew they’d be spilling with curiousity of what
could’ve possibly had you so worked up to submit to telling him what you
lost. You couldn’t bare to meet his gaze because you knew with one
look, you were gone, and you would be melting into his hands and telling
him every sordid thought that passed your mind as your hand passed your
heat. He was near to you, near enough to inhale the scent behind your
ear. When his hand reached up and into the curve of your neck, he
brushed his thumb across the shiny skin on your cheekbone. For the first
time in your life, you found yourself shy in front of Michael Clifford.
the hem of your shirt down, you tried covering your cold thighs,
stepping only a little nearer towards him. You could hear him breathe
in, and watched his Adam’s apple bob. You tilted your head up,
whispering, “don’t make me want you. I’m so ready for anything, I could
let you take me in this corridor.”
Your heart beat sped up at your own words, and you anticipated his response.
sound of his mouth moving as he spoke rose hairs all over your arms. “I
hate hearing you play with yourself. I hate it. I hate it, because it’s
the proof another pair of fingers are making you cum that aren’t mine.”
hand slipped away from your face, and flattened over your collarbones,
making their way down to the slope of your breast. You bit your lip, and
laced your fingers into his shirt, while his caught onto your nipple
above your clothes. The TV remained humming from downstairs, and the wind
blew in through the open windows. Everything tangled around you both,
standing in the corridor while you passed every boundary you set up when
you first moved in. He groaned into your hair when his palm moved
around to settle between your legs, feeling how you soaked well into
Gripping one of your thighs, he mumbled,
“jump up, for me.” And when you did, your legs were wrapped around his
waist, his hands going under to hold you up, and he was walking you into
Your back hit the mattress, but you didn’t release
his hips. He kissed you, and hard at that, his lips finding yours for a
moment you could pin down to the point of when your nerves begun soaring
for him. He settled between your legs and steadied your hips, smiling
down at you, and loving the way your lips pulsed as his mark on you. You
ran your hands over his shoulders, trying to familiarise yourself with
the body you’d wanted to touch for so long. You remembered all the
nights where you tossed and turned with your vibrator running over your
clit, consumed with the thought of him. He parted your legs, pulling you
onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck,” you said,
feeling the denim of his jeans graze your core when he took your
underwear off. “God, I can’t believe this. I’m soaking your pants.”
not complaining, sweetheart.” He attempted to move you to unbutton
them, until he was met by a whimper leaving your mouth as you ground
against him. His fingers tickled the bottom of your spine. “Baby, do you
wanna ride my thigh? Hmm?”
Regarding him, you balanced your hands on his waist. “I need you.”
“Is that so?” He rose an eyebrow. “You have me.”
no, no,” you trailed a hand down to his crotch, feeling how warm he was
as his member was a bump beneath your palm. “I need this.”
he cupped your fist, draping your arm over his shoulder. You blushed
fiercely, the proximity between the two of you still taking you by
surprise. His mouth was warm when he kissed you again, his tongue
finding your bottom lip, then his teeth. Nervously, you kissed down his
jaw, unsure what he liked, but hoping he didn’t mind. His grip fell on
your hips, and let you slide over the denim on his jeans, a gasp tearing
through your lips as the friction sent a burst of shock through you.
that okay, Y/N?” he mumbled into the crown of your head, and you
nodded, apprehending the next moment impatiently. “I love how you sound,
Your cheek pressed against his shoulder, eyes fluttering
shut when he reached down and rubbed your clit himself. The pad of his
finger was callused, and you wanted to drown in the feeling of having
the heel of his hand press into your waist with him making you feel
better than you could’ve done in all the time you had. He traced the tip
of his finger across you, coating it in your own wetness and circling
the small bud, a leap of delight causing you to flinch and hold him
tighter against your body. Your hips were drifting off his lap, giving
him more space to make you feel good.
“Fuck,” you said, lips
mumbling over his tank top. “What are you doing to me, Michael? It’s
like you know my body better than I ever did.”
He slid his finger
down to your core, biting his lip and gripping your hips when he felt
you inhale deeply. “I’d do anything to make you feel good.”
your head up, you caught his mouth in a kiss, and he lay down on the
bed, keeping your legs split across his waist. Feeling yourself blush
under his gaze, you lifted his top, the skin of his belly soft and
supple underneath your hands. Pushing the tank all the way up, you let
him take it off, then proceed to unbutton your shirt. You shared a
nervous laugh when his bracelet caught onto one of them, and his warm
hand was pressed against your chest as he tried unhooking himself from
you. Smiling, you unknotted the loop, and shrugged of your shirt,
leaning over him with your naked chest on his.
“It feels like I’ve
done this before,” he murmured as you unzipped his jeans. “This doesn’t
feel awkward or strange – you feel like home.”
attempt at hiding a smile made him kiss you – not hard, nor lustful,
but with an unspoken amount of love neither of you had ever admitted to
each other. The love that he denied when he woke up and saw you making
breakfast, or the love that you denied when he came home from a long day
and felt happy to be around him again. You both shared tokens of love
that were small enough to be ignored by anybody else, but neither of you
ignored them. You pretended the feelings didn’t exist, but all of them
did. Every single one. You reached up, lacing your fingers with his.
always felt like home,” you told him, and sat up, running your finger
along the skin above his underwear line. “I need you.”
His eyes lifted to yours, and he smiled, repeating his words the last time you said that. “You have me.”
your bottom lip between your teeth, you tugged his underwear down, his
member growing in your hand. You pumped him, collecting his precum on
your thumb and his body trembling as he groaned, taking your free hand
and kissing the back of it. His cock was hard already, but you wanted to
make sure he felt as wonderful as you did when you were in his grip.
You picked up your pace, but he quickly grabbed you wrist.
“I don’t want to cum just yet.” Sitting up, he tugged you closer to him. “I want to cum inside you.”
in relief, you ran your hands up his length one more time, lifting your
hips and trailing his tip along your slit, which was wet from your
arousal. He swore, watching you in your actions. He licked his middle
finger and ran it across your clit, catching you by surprise and turning
you on more than you thought you could. He filled you up, and you both
moaned, his grasp on your hand tightening when you clenched around him.
His palm went to your waist, helping you ride him and leaning in to kiss
“Michael,” you said softly on his mouth, “you feel better than I could ever imagine.”
“I could say the same for you.” He bucked his hips up, and emitted a cracked whine. “Jesus Christ, I’m so close. Already. I’ve barely even touched you.”
shake your head, quickening your pace and making him reel in surprise. A
knot forms in the pit of your stomach, and you tense up, nails digging
into his thighs and he grabbed you, pulling you close and whispering
into your ear.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can you feel that, baby? Can you feel me throbbing in you?”
“God, I’m gonna cum.”
He rutted his hips onto yours, going in deep. “Cum for me, baby.”
few moments later, your held him close to you, breathing him in and
trying your best to root yourself, but you couldn’t. The orgasm washed
over you hard, and you trembled, feeling the muscles in his stomach
tighten as he joined you, the remains of his climax running down your
thighs. You fell on top of him, unable to find the strength to get up.
He played with your hair, catching his breath and pulling the duvet over
your shoulders. You could barely open your eyes.
“Don’t want you getting cold,” he said, and you laughed gently. “Did that feel good?”
You nodded. “Amazing. Thank you.”
He kissed your head, through your hair, and exhaled. “Anything for you. Anything.”
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Droplets tainted with red drip into the bathroom sink, swirling down the drain with the rest when you wring out
the damp cloth. Your lips are pursed tight, eyes devoid of any existing emotion
besides utter exhaustion.
You’re so, so damn exhausted.
It isn’t because of
the fact that you were jostled awake by the sound of your bedroom door being
creaked open again. It isn’t because of
the fact that it’s well past three in the morning, despite you having a job to
get to in a few more hours. It isn’t because of the fact that the man you love
more than life itself is marred by nasty cuts and bruises courtesy of another
man’s trained wrath. No, you’re used to it.
And yet, just because you’ve been down this road countless times before doesn’t mean that you aren’t tired of it…hell, you’re tired of everything.
I eyed the blue eyed, blonde haired boy in front of me, thinking about all the things he could do with that mouth and with those hands. I wasn’t even listening to what he was saying, I zoned out 10 minutes ago when he started ranting about pi and how it’s important or something like that.
I just can’t get over how the school’s nerd, is this damn attractive. Okay so maybe he’s a little awkward, and maybe he has a stutter but he would have to be one of the cutest and attractive boys I have ever seen.
Smut under the cut. 1.8K word count. Summary: You are one of the wives and Negan calls for you. *winkwink* Note: I’ve been MIA so coming back I thought I’d freshen up with this gem before breaking out much needed chapters! Just some quick writing, enjoy.<3 tags have been random, please let me know if you want to be taken off.~
A/N: Hey beauties! I’m sooooooooo sorry that this is suuuuuuupppppeeerrr late. Please forgive me. There was a lot going on with finals, weddings and graduation parties but it’s summer and I’m here for good! I can’t believe the amazing feedback from this series y’all are so kind and beautiful and I sincerely thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this!
“This is too much, y/b/f/n” I say unable to recognize myself in the mirror. “Oh, hush, you look hot” y/b/f/n gushes as she continues loosely curling my hair. “Are you sure I don’t look like I’m trying to hard?” I ask while turning my head at different angles. “Yes!” she shouts as she forcefully places my head still. “Ouch, that hurt!” I cry out, “Do you want to get burned?” she asks with one hand holding the straightener and the other on her hip. “No,” I say softly, “Well stop moving,” she scolds while picking up another strand of hair.
“What party is this again?” I ask playing with my manicured nails. “Shawn’s birthday,” she says. “Your man is no longer a teenager,” she jokes. “That’s not my man,” I snap. “Not now, but by the end of tonight, he’ll be,” she says matter-of-factly. “Are you sure he likes me?” I ask, not wanting to be embarrassed or hurt anymore. I’m tired of having my heart broken by stupid and confused boys, *cough* *cough* Calum Hood. “Oh my gosh, y/n. For the thousandth time, yes Shawn likes you. No, you’re not wearing too much makeup. Yes, your dress is tight but it should be you gotta show off them curves, so please stop worrying you look gorgeous! Seriously, it’s been over a year since you went out as a single woman. You gotta stop letting Calum subconsciously control your mood. Forget him! He’s moved on, remember? It’s time for you to move on too,” she says looking at my eyes through the mirror. I smile at her and she goes back to loosely curling my hair. I look at myself again, and my pouty purple lips turn into a huge smirk as I can’t deny, I do look hot. She finishes curling the last strand as she sings, “All done!” I stand up and look at the sexy red dress hugging my y/s/c frame. “Calum who?” I joke as she starts laughing, “That’s my girl,” she says while picking up her eye liner. Through the mirror, I wink my silver and black smokey eye at her and blow her a kiss as she starts fanning herself with her hand. “You are going to break hearts tonight honey,” she says while going to fix her make up. I laugh at her as I can’t help but imagine the look on Calum’s face when he sees me, he’s gonna wish he never left. “Y/N!” I hear my name being yelled.
“Call an Uber,” she says. “Okay,” I reply picking up my phone and opening the app. “Y/N, you need to stop zoning out so much, that’s how people get kidnapped,” she says. “What?” I ask laughing at her weird statement which she ignores. “It’ll be here in an hour,” I say she nods her head as she continues singing along to Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. “Tonight is going to be unforgettable,” I say as I open Snapchat to picture us getting ready.
As soon as we enter the club the smell of alcohol hits my nose. “Come on, let’s find the guys,” y/b/f/n says and I nod at her smiling. The bass pumps through my veins as Daya sings about how much she needs someone right now. I know what I need right now, drinks. We walk towards the dance floor, which is crowded with energetic bodies grinding, jumping and dancing. I watch the DJ behind his table jumping and dancing with the crowd. Y/b/f/n holds my hand tight as we weave through the bodies. A handsome brown-skinned boy grabs me by the wrist, “Promise me a dance before you leave tonight, gorgeous,” his deep voice yells. I send him a flirty wink, “Promise,” I say as y/b/f/n says, “Come on, I think I see Luke,” as she guides me to a roped off area. The area is a replica of the club with a bar, seating areas and dance floor but its much smaller. I look around and see most of the big time celebrities in there.
“You never told me what’s going on between you two,” I say back not needing to yell anymore since this area was much quieter. “I don’t kiss and tell, y/n” she says as both her and my eyes go wide. “You kissed Luke!?” I shouted as a few heads look at us, “Tell the whole world, will ya?” she snaps as I start wiggling my eyebrows at her. “Y/b/f/n” a masculine voice yells and we turn to see Luke smirking at her while he waves us over. We walk over to the intimidating security guard standing in front of the rope and he blankly stares at us as if he didn’t just hear Luke call us over. “Hi, may we get in?” y/b/f/n asks sweetly. “No,” the guard grunts out.
“They’re with us, Brad” Michael says coming up behind the guard while patting him on the back. Brad huffs out of annoyance but lets us in. “Thanks,” I say softly. I watch y/b/f/n quickly run off with Luke leaving me. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, long time no see,” Mikey screams and I can tell he’s already taken some shots. “Did you start drinking without me, Mikey?” I ask with my hands on my hips raising an eyebrow. “I was trying to wait, but you took so damn long,” he says giving me an innocent smile as he wraps me in a tight hug. “I missed you,” he whispers in my ear. “No one else cooks for me,” he whines as he lets go, still holding my hand.
“Cook your own damn food, Michael,” I hear Ashton say behind him as he smirks at me. “Michael get your arse over here!” an Irish voice yells. We all look over, “Hi y/n” Niall waves. “Hey!” I wave back, happy to see the always smiling boy. “Tell Ashton to start making me food,” Michael whispers in my ear as he gives me one last hug. “I’m not cooking for you,” Ashton says. “Meanie” Michael says while sticking his tongue out and walking away towards the group of people including Niall. I look at Ashton in his signature black skinny jeans matched with a black leather jacket. I finally look at his eyes and see his eyes are still making their way to my face, “A picture lasts longer,” I say, mocking him from the other day. He chuckles at me, “Trust me, pictures don’t do you any justice, babe,” he says. His intense gaze starts making flutters erupt in my stomach and I can’t deny the emotions I’m feeling towards this boy. But, I remember what y/b/f/n said, I can’t break up Cashton.
“I should go find, y/b/f/n,” I say going to walk past him. His arm snakes around my waist and I freeze once his front presses against my back. “There’s no telling where she and Luke ran off to, you’ll be looking for them all night,” he says by my ear. “Well, then I should find the birthday boy,” I say while turning my head to look into his eyes. “I’m right here,” he whispers. I chuckle, “Your birthday was last month, Irwin,” I say turning my head away from his. “It was. And you missed it. I didn’t get a gift, call or text from my best friend. Can you imagine how hurt I was?” he asks. Guilt courses through me; he probably was hurt. I look down at his arms and see that its still around my waist. But it doesn’t freak me out, it actually comforts me and I relax a little. “Seems like you’ve gotten over it,” I say. “I haven’t” he whispers as his lips softly brush against my ear, “I think I deserve a gift.”
“Oh really?” I ask turning around and facing him deciding to entertain him for a bit. “What do you want, birthday boy?” I ask as my hands unconsciously snake to around his neck. He seems surprised by this but he keeps his cool. This feels right, us holding each other but why is it so wrong to everyone else? “For me to buy you coffee,” he says staring into my eyes as he pulls me closer into him. His cologne clouding my brain. “I don’t think you understand how birthday gifts work,” I joke as I laugh while my hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck. I hear him whimper but he quickly covers it up by clearing his throat. I watch his Adams apple move as he swallows deeply and all I can think about is leaving purple-stained kisses all over his neck. “I want to buy you coffee so we can talk about this elephant we’re carrying,” he says referring to our last conversation together.
His words make me realize that I shouldn’t be thinking about kissing him right now. What does that make me look like? Dating one band member and then moving on to another, even if I only truly loved one of them. I retract my hands from the softness, “Actually we can talk about that now,” I say. “Right here?” he says while looking around. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? We can go back to the house,” he suggests, his arms still around my waist. “We can’t be together Ashton,” I say looking at the ground. His grip loosens and I take that as my cue to walk away but he stops me. “Why not?” he asks frustrated that I hadn’t even given us a chance to talk things through. “Is it because of Calum?” he asks.
“What about me?” a voice behind me says. I turn around and see Calum with that girl Twitter is in love with on his arm. “Nothing,” I say as I walk away from them and head to the bar in desperate need of a drink. “Y/N!” Ashton yells. I turn around and look at the boy who I no doubtedly have feelings for yet can’t do anything about them. His eyes are pleading with mine and once again we stare in each other’s eyes neither of us really wanting to speak or leave first. “This conversation isn’t over,” he says before turning around and walking out of the private area. Calum turns around and looks at me with confused eyes, “What is going on between you two?” he asks, his voice laced with frustration. “Why do you even care?” I snap back at him, “Oh that’s right, you don’t. You just want to pretend like you care about me,” I finish and walk away. I walk up to the bar and order three shots of tequila. I down the first two easy but as I lift the third shot to my mouth a hot hand stops me. “Why were you and Ashton talking about me?”
I look at the Maori boy and rolled my eyes, “It doesn’t concern you,” I lie. While taking the third shot and calling the bartender over for another round. “You only drink like that when you’re celebrating, or somethings bothering you,” he says looking at me with soft eyes. I raise a shot to him, “This is for tonight being my first night out as a single woman,” I down it while staring into his eyes. I reach for another, “This one’s for you and your new girlfriend, congrats” I say with sarcasm as I take it down. “This one,” I start by taking the last one, “That’s enough, y//n” Calum says as he takes it out my hand and downs it with ease. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about g/n, it just didn’t seem like the right time,” he admits. “Whatever, Calum, I’m over you,” I say getting off the stool to go find y/b/f/n. I hear Calum clear his throat, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks, softly while playing with his fingers, not looking at me. I turn around and face him, “What?” I ask back. “I said,” he gets off the stool and stands in front of me, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks firmly looking in my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie. “Oh, spare me, y/n,” he snaps. “You think I can’t tell what’s going on between you two,” he asks. “You have always been close with Ashton. You guys finish each other’s sentences. You stay up talking until late hours in the morning, you tell him things before me. You’re his screen saver,” he continues, which takes me by surprise, “I am?” I ask in disbelief. “Yeah, the asshole won’t take it off either,” he says to which I smile looking at the ground. “And at the grocery store, the way he held you and how you looked into each other’s eyes, we never had that,” he says. “No Calum, you didn’t have it, but I did. I loved you more than life itself, I mean you’re my first true love,” I say while grabbing his hands making him look at me. “No, I wasn’t, y/n, Ashton is,” he says. “But we can’t be together,” I say removing my hands. “Because of me?” he asks and I nod my head. “I’m sorry y/n but I don’t think I can ever be okay with you dating Ashton,” he admits. “You, the fans, y/bf/n it’s just not right. I can’t break up Cashton,” I say as he chuckles. “I’m sorry,” we both say at the same time, surprising each other. “What are you sorry for?” he asks. “For meeting you first,” I say as I walk away.
“Y/N!” I hear my voice being called and I turn around to see the handsome forreal birthday boy smiling at me. “Surely, you weren’t about to leave without telling me Happy Birthday,” he smirks as he walks closer. He is cute, I think to myself as I eye him up and down, he looks real good in those skinny jeans and black t-shirt his muscles bursting from underneath. “Of course not,” I say walking back to meet him. “Are you okay?” he asks sincerely probably noticing my misjumbled face. “Yeah,” I say. “Promise?” he asks holding his arms out. “Promise,” I say walking in his arms. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers in my ear. “Me too,” I say looking up at him and giving him a big smile. Work by Rihanna and Drake starts to play and he asks me to dance with him. I take his hand as he guides me to the mini dance floor, which is already crowded. He puts his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck as we start to dance together exchanging small talk, he’s a really amazing guy. “So I guess birthday wishes do come true,” he says in my ear. “What do you mean?” I ask still flustered from how close we are. “I wished that I’d get to dance with the prettiest girl in the world,” he says looking in my eyes, making me embarrassed. “Oh please,” I say focusing on dancing but very flattered by his comment. “Its true, y/n. You’re so beautiful, its a shame that Calum couldn’t see what he had,” he says as his arms reach to my lower back pushing me more against him. “But one man’s trash is another man’ s treasure,” he says while looking between my eyes and my lips. I’m not sure if its the alcohol, Shawn or both but I want nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. He leans down and whispers over my mouth, “Does the birthday boy get a birthday kiss?” “Not from her,” a deep voice says, pulling me away from Shawn. I look up to see Ashton with a pissed face. “Hey, I don’t want come in between anything, I thought you were single, y/n,” Shawn says while looking at me. “Sorry, man but she isn’t” Ashton says speaking for me, as he pulls me away to a couch towards the back of the private area where no one was sitting.
“Ashton, let me go,” I say as his grip tightens. “Is that why you don’t want to be with me? That kid?” he asks obviously upset. “He’s not a kid,” I say defending Shawn. “The boy only just turned 20,” he says matter-of-factly. “He’s only 2 years younger than me,” I say back. “Oh so am I too old for you?” he snaps. “Ashton, you know that’s not why we can’t be together. Shawn, is not complicated,” I tell him and immediately regret it. “So you’d throw away what we have for a kid you don’t even like just because it’s not complicated!” he yells. “I don’t have a choice! Can you imagine the backlash I’ll get for dating you? I can’t handle that, Ashton” I snap back at him. “I don’t care what other people think about us, I love you! That’s the only thing that should matter” he says as he grabs my hands and pulls me into him. “Tell me you love me,” he demands and tears fill my eyes because I can’t admit it out loud. Once I do, it’s going to be even harder to walk away. “No,” I say trying to take my hands out his grasp but he grips them tighter. “Tell me you think about me all the time. Tell me how much you miss me, say it y/n” he says again, his hands going to my face forcing me to stare into his beautiful eyes. “Please, Ashton don’t make me say it,” I beg him. “Tell me, y/n” he begs again. “Tell me how much you regret meeting Calum first. Tell me how you just want me to hold you and never let you go,” he pleads tears threatening to spill from his eyes too as his hands play with my hair. He leans me closer into him, “Tell me!” he snaps and I can’t deny my feelings for him any longer.
There’s only one way for me to express to him how he makes me feel. I crash my lips onto him and he immediately kisses me back. His warm and soft lips feel so good against mine. We fight for dominance but he wins as I’m overwhelmed by how good this feels. I put my hands in his hair and start tugging on his curls earning a moan from his lips. His tongue asks for entrance which I happily grant him access. Our tongues dance with one another as we both pour our emotions into the kiss. Our kiss feels as explosive as fireworks. Tastes better than the first bite of food after fasting. Feels more homey than Christmas morning…it’s like magic. I begin to bite and suck on his bottom lip as his hands move to my butt and massages it making me softly moan. I attack his lips once again, this time I take control as I back him into the couch. He flops down and wasting no time, I go to straddle him as I start leaving small kisses and bites on his neck. “Fuck y/n” he whispers out making me more excited. I make my way back to his mouth and give him one last passionate kiss and stare into his eyes. “Ashton Fletcher Irwin,” I say bringing my hands back to his hair, pushing it off of his face. “I think about you all the time you’d think I was obsessed. These last few weeks have been hell being away from you and when I saw you in the supermarket I almost cried. I’d do anything to go back in time and make you mine when I first had the chance. I’m so in love with you,” I say with my whole heart. “Oh baby,” he says rubbing his hands up and down my back, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” he says. “I love you so much, y/n. I’m never letting you go, I don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re mine,” he says staring into my eyes.
“I fucking knew it” a voice behind us says as we turn around and see Calum looking like he’s ready to kill us.
A/N: So this is part 5, please tell me what y’all think! I love hearing from you all and talking about what I should do. Do y’all want a part 6? Or should I leave as is? Thank you for reading it means so much!!!! xoxoxo