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The Unspoken Game

A/N: So like said before I wasn’t ever going to post this because this was orginally for Chloe who’s been a little ran down lately. So no judgements ! This is a Thomas fic WHO I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ABOUT EVER ! BE PROUD OF ME LOL ! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I know that Chloe did !

Dedicated to: @writing-obrien

Warning: God, the smut tho. I’m just be warned.

Word count: 2714

Originally posted by space-ing-out

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Study Hard {Sirius Black x Reader *SMUT*}

I think this is the third time I posted this. It keeps on getting deleted for some reason so i’m sorry if it’s popping in and out of your dashboard. 

Sincerely,

Nat Meg.

Request: Can you make a young Sirius x reader smut? Like he wants some attention and that’s what he gets

WARNING: sexual themes, rough

@iwillpoundyoumikey @all-the-hp-love


Enjoy!

Time had passed by quite fast and (Y/n) have been unaware of this. She had been studying for hours upon hours, her mind completely immersed in every lesson and chapter. She was normally not this studious and would rather read other books, preferably something intriguing and not the names of every plant that could heal a doxy’s bite if it weren’t for her N.E.W.T.S.


(Y/n) took a deep breath and was about to flip to the next page when she heard loud voices coming from the doorway.

“Got it from a muggle store! I told them I wanted one of those black dragonskin jackets and no questions asked and voila, they gave it to me!” Sirius bragged loudly to his housemates who were all awed. He straightened his brand new leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair, making the ladies squeal, but he had one girl in mind.

He approached you from behind the couch where you sat, resting his chin on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hello, love. Haven’t seen you all day,” he smiled, “What’re you reading?”

“Healing herbs,” (Y/n) replied.

Sirius immediately picked up the humorless tone in your voice and so he brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek, gently turning your face to meet his eyes.

“But you’ve been studying all the day. I missed you.” He tucked your hair affectionately behind your ear.

“I know, sweetheart. I just need to study for the exams.”

Sirius tilted his head, something that made your heart melt and swell.

“Maybe you should read someplace else, mm? So you could um…concentrate better?” His voice lowered, thick with lust but (Y/n) did not notice.

The common room was now full of other students, loudly chattering, so it was no longer a quiet place to study. Maybe Sirius has a point. Oblivious to his intentions, (Y/n) smiled and nodded.

A different scenery might just help a lot and to be with Sirius would certainly help her study better since he was great in almost every class. She closed her book while Sirius followed her from behind, eyeing her short skirt as she climbs up the stairs to their dormitory.

He closed the door gently, locking it with a spell. (Y/n) sat down on one of the beds and opened her book to where she left off but Sirius had a different idea in mind.

He transformed himself into his animagus form, a large black dog with his neck tie as a red collar, before walking up to the bed where you sat. He sniffed your socks and began to tickle your toes with his nose.

“Sirius! Tsk, no!” You pulled away, tucking your legs to your chest. “I’m not in the mood.”

The dog whined and hopped onto the bed, continuously sniffing you and licking your hands but seeing as you were definitely not giving up easily, he took the book from you and dashed under the bed.

“Sirius! Get back here! I am not playing games!”

This only made him happier so he wagged his tail and ran around the room while you chased him. It went for a few minutes with you casting spells and charms to make him stop but he was quicker. After a few hexes, however, you managed to knock him out. He slowly transformed back into his human form, his back against the wall with your book between his teeth.

You took it from him and he smirked once more, “Still gonna study, love?”

With a shake of your head, you replied to him and gave a sigh, “I believe not. I won’t be able to pay attention anymore.”

“Then have it on me.”

He kissed you deeply and pulled you against his chest, his hands on your waist. You kissed him back with the equal amount of adoration and pure lust, tasting him, feeling him. His tongue began to lick your lips and even felt brave enough to slide inside your mouth, coaxing your tongue to come out and play. You moaned softly against his hardening length before whispering close to his ear.

“Was this your plan all along? To distract me?” You teased, “ Because if it is…”

You wrapped your hand around his neck tie, pulling him close before licking a long stripe from his jaw to the shell of his ear.

“You’ve been a very bad dog.”

Sirius was beyond aroused. His cock stiffened and he could not contain it any longer. He needed attention and you were going to give it to him whether you liked it or not. He did not need anymore teasing. He wanted the main event, the highlight, the damn fucking main dish.

He swiftly removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his toned chest before ripping away your blouse, leaving it as a torn piece of fabric lying on the floor. You immediately jumped and he caught you by the thighs, continuing his hot kisses on your throat. He nipped your skin softly, leaving you moaning and grinding against his hard on.

“Mm, I feel you, love. So sweet.”

He skillfully unhooked your bra and had you pressed against the wall, his mouth now trailing down from your collarbone to the top of your breasts. He began to suck on your skin, marking you as his own, leaving hickeys behind. They would surely stay for days just like last time but at this point, you were sure that everybody knows who they belong to. He gave you a quick peck and moved to your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue while his other hand groped your other breast, making you moan louder.

“A-Ah, Sirius…T-That feels…good,”

“Come on, sweetheart. Onto the bed,“

He commanded. You headed towards the nearest bed and laid down, sprawled out on the sheets with heaving breaths. Sirius crawled on top of you slowly like a hungry predator approaching its prey, his eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine to see him so primal and wild but it also excited you as you have never seen him like this before. He hovered above you and tugged your skirt down, removing it completely. His eyes landed on your panties and the wet spot that had now formed on the cloth.

“Is that for me, darling?”

“Yes, Sirius.”

“Mm, love it when you say my name,” He knelt down between your legs and spread them apart. “I would love it more if you screamed it.”

He quickly removed your panties and dove into your womanhood, tasting the juices that trickled down. Your hand automatically went to his hair, grabbing a fistful. His fingers moved to your opening, his thumb pressing into your clit in such a way that made you writhe beneath his merciless tongue and fingers.

“Oh, Sirius! Mm…”

He licked up and down slowly, making sure you enjoy every second he dragged his tongue across your folds. You were already soaking by the time he stuck two of his fingers inside you, you gripping the sheets hard. He kept his pace quick and fast, allowing them to slide in and out of you easily until you were nearing your climax. That’s when he had to stop and kiss your lips to taste you once more.

“Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad.”

You did not need to say it again. Sirius removed his pants and boxers and pumped his thick cock in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire the way he bit his lip as he pleasured himself before slicking your folds with his pre-cum. He gently pushed in, savoring every inch that entered your tight cavern, moaning so quietly until he bottomed out. He pulled all the way and thrusted back once more, creating a slow rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Ugh, so tight, m’ dear! Feels so fucking good. And it’s all for me.”


He growled. He rested his elbows on the mattress and started increasing his speed. He thrusted hard and fast, driven to feel the need to you make come. You were his princess, his queen, and his goddess and deserved nothing but the best. The bed began to squeak and scratch the floor, no doubt leaving behind marks. He was slamming himself inside you and could not care less of the damage the two of you caused in the room. You were entrapped in this moment of intense pleasure and passion the man you loved.


After a few more minutes, Sirius pulled out and carried you to the top of the bed where you were close to the wall.

“Come on, baby. I want you on your hands and knees,”

You sat up and positioned yourself before him, your arse in front of him.


“So nice for me, love. That’s a good girl.”


He slid back inside you and continued thrusting, his pace quicker than ever. He soon began to hit your g-spot and it was at this moment, you were already moaning and screaming. Your insides were clenching onto him tight as you were pushed near your climax.


“Ahh! S-Sirius! Oh my God,” you screamed, “A-Ah! I’m so close!”

“Oh, love. Yes! Do it for me, baby. Come for me. Doing so well!”

He gave your arse a loud smack before draining thick spurts of his cum inside you while you released as well. It was the best climax you’ve ever had and even though you were not his first, Sirius admitted that no one had ever made him cum that much. He panted heavily as though he ran for miles before pulling out and lying beside you.

“That was…amazing,” He smiled, pulling a blanket and covering the two of you.

“Mm, I enjoyed it.” You replied, giggling. You scooted close to him and rested your head on his chest, your fingers tracing circles on his skin. He yawned wide and kissed your forehead softly.

“I promise you we’ll study tomorrow. No more distractions.”

The two of you soon fell fast asleep, all safe and sound.



“Blimey, Padfoot, you could’ve at least had the decency to clean up. All your clothes are on my bed,” James scolded.

“And my lamp’s broken! Even the drawers are a mess!”  Peter complained.

“Trust me, boys, both of you have the least damage,” Remus sighed and wiped his face with his hand frustratedly. “At least you don’t have scratches on your walls and floors.”

“What can I say? We study hard,” Sirius replied with a grin.

Taster(Yoongi x Taehyung x Girl Smut)

This is just a oral smut, but I hope you guys like it! <3 


“I don’t understand why we have to do this.” You complained with your arms crossed over your chest as you stare ahead at both of your best friends. Each one of them looked back at you, as if it was perfectly fine almost as if you were the one overreacting about their request.

“Why not? It’s just to prove a point.” Yoongi shrugged taking his cross arms and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yeah and the point is that my tongue is better.” Taehyung almost glared at Yoongi, his fist almost balling up at the pure anger that was welling up inside of him.

“Well then that’s why we are here. So that y/n can tell us what she thinks. Because she owes it to us.” Yoongi deadpan stared at you a cynical smirk appearing on his lips. “Unless she wants the rest of the boys to know about her oral fetish.” Yoongi chuckled.

“YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!” You shouted slamming your balled fists against the cushions as your whole body became painted in red.

“I did swear it, but you also swore to us that you would always be here when we needed your help.” He reasoned turning the tables on you.

“You can go and get any girl. Why me?” You asked scratching your head in frustration pressing your back against your couch cushions.

“That’s the perks of being a fucking friend, y/n. Best friend at that because we don’t have too many. But if you don’t want to do it, fine then we will go ask someone else.” Yoongi didn’t care he was one to say what he needed and if you didn’t agree he was done trying, he didn’t beg too hard and you had to learn how to deal with it.

You watched the both of them walk towards the front door Yoongi grabbing at the knob, and for some reason you became full of anxiousness and nerves all at once. Afraid that if they left, another one would be lucky to feel what you had wanted to feel all these years. You were somewhat attracted to your best friends, but you couldn’t act on it because you wanted all of them. It was hard just choosing one and if that made you a slut so be it. And when it came to lips, or tongues, or deep ass raspy voices both Yoongi and Taehyung toped your lists with approval. And this whole stupid thing, started behind someone asking your friends who would be better at head Taehyung or Yoongi. Of course, both men tried to defend themselves and say why they thought they were the best. Namjoon was on Yoongi’s side, Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side, but Taehyung and Jimin were on Taehyung’s side and Jin was undecided. So, now here you were the only one who could be the deal breaker. When you heard the request, you sunk into your couch, it had been a hard day and all you wanted to do after your long night shift was watch TV and forget about the species called humans. But your best friends on the other hand didn’t think that you should have any rest today. What would be so bad about seeing them both on their knees in front of you? Being ever so eager to taste you, to get you off. You had spent countless nights with your own fingers buried into your pussy slick with your spit and juices imagining that it was them instead. With the door opening wide you squirmed to get on your knees looking at them.

“N-no! Please.” You whined but Yoongi acted as if he didn’t hear you stepping outside with Taehyung hesitating behind you. “YOONGI please!” You shouted balling your first up into the back of the couch. “I.. I want to do it! I’ll let you do it.” You jutted out your lower lip sinking into the cushions a bit.

“You’ll do what?” Yoongi asked walking back into the door to look down at you, his eyes holding a hint of excitement and uncertainty.

“You know.. Let you taste me.” You whispered the last part, Yoongi took long strides to you gripping your chin within his fingers lifting your head and your body followed instinctively as he searched your eyes.

“Speak up little girl, I didn’t hear you.” He cooed in a deep somber voice, one that made your leg squeezing together as the heat was quick to rush through your body.

“I said you can taste me!” You said a with a bit more confidence, Yoongi smirked leaning down to crash his lips against yours taking your breath away within seconds. He tilted his head to the side, sucking on your bottom lip playing with the flesh until he got impatient, sliding his tongue into your mouth he sucked on the pink muscle dominating the kiss. You let out a string of moans against his lips trying to keep up with his motions, his wet tongue locking with yours and flicking in the most sensual ways making your heart skip beats, if he could do this with just a kiss then imagine what he could do to your other lips.

Taehyung wasn’t happy that Yoongi was getting all your attention. Shutting the door, he walked to stand behind you, pulling your hair to break your heated kiss with Yoongi. He tilted your head back giving you seconds to swallow air before he was kissing you instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Taehyung was just as a sloppy kisser as Yoongi was. His nose pressed against yours as your lips molded, his kiss was a bit more demanding than Yoongi’s was who was just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had to admit to himself it was hot to see how you and Taehyung made out, he could see your breast getting hard against your shirt and though he was sure you had on a bra it was way too easy to tell that you were affected.

You kissed Taehyung until you were dizzy, your hand reaching up to tap at his face gently, his tongue sweeping across the roof of your mouth and over your teeth. He pulled back slowly letting you get more breath as he looked down at your reddened lips. He smirked at himself, helping you turn around to sit you on the couch he licked his lips getting on his knees.

“Who do you want to be first me or Yoongi?” He asked softly stroking the inside of your bare thighs. You looked down at Taehyung who seemed eager to go and prove himself to you, Yoongi on the other hand plopped down on the couch and you could tell that he was in no hurry. You bit on your bottom lip looking back at Taehyung leaning back starting to unbutton your shorts and slide them down your legs.

“I want you Taehyung.” You said sensually as soon as your shorts were off. You threw them on the ground beside Taehyung and he gave you a boyish grin starting to pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your little act, he knew you wanted them both but he would wait to leave you begging for more.

Taehyung was more than eager, he was licking up the inside of your thighs kissing different spots to mark you with hickeys from his plump lips. His brown hair looked so soft, brushing against your panties causing you to lightly gasp. You didn’t know why you felt so jittery and alert, maybe it was because you were about to get head from Taehyung or maybe because Yoongi was watching you, maybe both. Taehyung pulled at your panties, and lifting your hips you helped him take them off your body. He spread your legs wide making you bend your knees as his hands held onto your shins. He leaned forward looking up at you, his tongue darting out to slowly lick up and down your bare pussy. You let out a tiny gasp, your hands running against the cushions of the couch and your hips bucked lightly an instinct that you were trying to calm down at the moment. Taehyung was pleased with this, his tongue repeated the motion licking all over your outer lips. He kept his eyes on you, his tongue dipping between your pussy lips, slowly he licked up and down your slit teasing you but making sure he was tasting everything.

“You’re so wet for me already. Just imagine if I was to fuck you.” Taehyung rumbled out, his voice deep because of the arousal in his system even the air itself was something that was changing in the room. Taehyung let his tongue move to lick against your clit long slow strokes against the bud causing you to lift your hands up and run your fingers through his hair. Your back arched, hips pressing against his face against as his tongue roamed around your clit, your juices starting to drip onto his face. He let his lips around wrap around your bud giving harsh sucks that you felt in your core. He slipped his tongue from your clit letting his mouth cover your pussy as he shoved his tongue inside of your warm pussy. Taehyung moaned at your taste, his nails digging into your flesh as he moved his head side to side, letting his thick tongue press deep inside of your pussy. Taehyung made his tongue curve, vibrating it slightly against your core searching for that one spot that would make you lose your mind. He continued to let his eager tongue press against your wet pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until he heard the change of your voice. How your back arched as your hands tightened in his hair. You pulled him closer to you, letting your hips press hard against his face. He let you, drinking up your juices eagerly thrusting against your spot even though your essence was all over his chin. Your stomach tightened up it felt so good to feel his wet pink tongue fucking your pussy. Taehyung was skilled, he had your lower stomach tightening and your eyes drifting shut as your cries got louder for him, your body moving to slump over a bit.

“Taehyung! I’m going to cum, please god don’t stop fuck- right there!” You rode his face against the couch your toes curling as the hot white flames danced against your skin. Your back arched up and your voice rang out his name as your pussy tightened around his tongue and you came for him giving all your essence to him. Taehyung dug his face deeper against your pussy swirling it so that he could suck up your cum and clean you up. He pulled back from you after slowing his tongue down giving a lazy smile as he licked his lips. He waited for you to settle down as he kissed on your skin.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly letting his nails ease up from your skin.

“It was fucking amazing.” You breathed out slightly, your pussy was quivering and still dripping from how you felt. Taehyung leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth so that you could kiss him back before he was pulling back once again. He gave a cocky smirk in Yoongi’s direction who seemed unimpressed waiting for him to get up and go sit on the couch. Yoongi sat up, pushing himself off the couch he walked over to you standing in front of you.

“Are you ready for daddy to make you feel like a real woman little girl?” He asked and naturally his voice was deep but right now, you could feel the juices just dripping from your pussy as he watched you. Nodding your head, you bit on your bottom lip, slowly spreading your legs wider for him.

“Yes daddy, I want you to eat me until I can’t move.” You chewed on your lip wanting to tease him back because you wanted him to leave you speechless.

Yoongi gave a smirk, dropping to his knees slowly he leaned forward looking at you. He let his hands slide up to grab at your hips jerking you forward to press your ass cheeks against the edge of the couch. You gasped slightly, watching as he leaned attacking your heat with his lips. He nibbled on your clit his hair brushing against your lower stomach as he attacked your pussy. His mouth moved fast sucking on your clit his head pressed against your center. He had you shaking in the position you were in; your hands were already gripping tightly at his hair pulling on the black locks. It felt too good, your voice wavering as he ate you out. He let his tongue pull back to lick up and down your clit, a harsh and thick tongue against your slit. He shoved his tongue into your wet entrance and you swore you heard him release some sort of a chuckle. Looking up at you with dark eyes he pulled your hips closer to his face not letting you escape as his tongue danced against your walls.

“Y-Yoongi. P-please!” You were spent, you could feel your pussy tingling from how his tongue jammed against your spot taking him a few thrusts to find it. He let his tongue vibrate inside of you, curving and flattening tasting all your nectar. His dark eyes unraveled you, made you feel exposed and so naked though you still had on your top. Yoongi used his hands to move you back and forward to ride his face, his chin and mouth becoming covered with your juices. He didn’t care, he was determined to make you lose your mind, he couldn’t get enough of your cries how your hands pulled at his hair tighter, how you were arching your back and squirming, as if you were trying to push his head away and get more from him at the same time. Your body was spent he could see it, he decided to make slurping noises, taking all of you juices. He let his hands dig into your hips he lifted them up a bit, causing your upper body to lay back until he was pressing one knee down against the floor tilting you upwards. He moved one of his thumbs to rub at your clit, his thumb stroking at your clit in a circle harsh and quick. Your hips wiggled and you felt your stomach tighten again for the second time that day.

“HOLY FUCK!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you came on his tongue. You thought that Yoongi was going to stop but instead he continued to let his tongue play with your pussy, moaning and growling against your skin. He let his free hand slap at your ass cheek turning it red, your breath hitched and your hands pulled harder at his hair, the overstimulation setting in your system as he continued to taste you. Your eyes rolled back lips hanging open as he continued to devour your pussy tapping his thumb against your clit. Your hips jerks and jolted a third orgasm rippling through your body once again. Yoongi slowly let his tongue relax on the inside of you before he was pulling back from your pussy letting your hips rest on the couch. You were spent, taking deep breaths as your shirt stuck to your body. Hair plastered against your face, limbs twitching as you started to come down from your high. Yoongi licked his lips in front of you. You were going to sit up to say anything, instead he leaned over you and grabbed at your hair crushing his lips against yours before he pulled back.

“Don’t say anything, just repay me with your tongue next time.” He winked at you pulling back. “Do we really need her to tell us who is good?” Yoongi asked Taehyung as he rolled his head side to side.

“Well..” You stated sitting up looking at the both of them.

“I think you both are very good at what you do. And I would say that you both have your own talents when it comes to giving head and pleasing me. But maybe you should ask Hoseok why he is my favorite when it comes to giving head.” You watched as both of their mouths dropped open and grabbing at your shorts and panties you walked towards your room as the questions started up.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Spider-Man's metabolism is extra fast? What do people think of him always being hungry if so? And is it compounded by him being a teenager? Is he scared he won't grow because he can never get enough nutrition? Ton of questions, I'm sorry... but I wonder about whether the poor kid ever gets enough to eat 'cause heaven knows it never seems like the teenage boys I know do and it makes me concerned/curious (concernioused?) for what it'd be like for one with an extra fast metabolism.

Anon, I know this has been in my inbox for an eternity, (sorry) 

Peter is always worried about gaining and keeping his weight on, always. Peter will probably never stop worrying. 

  • Peter was already a skinny guy when he got bitten. And as a kid that was asthmatic, pron-to illness, and never really liked sports, Peter hadn’t expected to bulk up at all. 
  • But once he became a web-slinging hero he had to really watch his food intake. (and not in the way a normal teenage boy might have too) 
  • Peter noticed two things right off the bat- 
  1. He was always hungry, always. No matter how much Peter ate he somehow always felt like he had room for more. 
  2. If he didn’t eat to replace all the calories he burned on patrols he would lose weight fast. Like unhealthily fast. 
  • Peter kind of figures that having an extra fast metabolism and a healing factor was worth the vicious animal that was now his stomach. But the teenager would be lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous. 
  • And it worried him for a couple reasons-
  1. The main thing that troubled Peter was the fact that Aunt May and he just didn’t have enough income to support his stomach, and Peter didn’t know what else to do about that other than getting a job and eating less.
  2. Peter also worried about how the lack of food must be affecting his body (if his obvious ribs and hips were anything to go by) than he was guessing not good.

(I privately head-canon- that because of not having enough food Peter never grew to his full height. (This isn’t to be construed into me thinking Aunt May didn’t do her absolute best, or that Peter was starving to death) I just think it’s a realistic thing to have happen- because if Peter could have enough food to fill him every single day, he would eat them out of a house quite literally)

  • Aunt May definitely noticed Peter’s garbage disposal of a stomach and she makes sure to cook more food and give Peter bigger helping on his plate. (she did it slowly so that Peter wouldn’t notice) 
  • Peter’s classmates also notice Peter’s new found appetite, and some people (MJ and Gwen) will pass him power bars or give him some of their food at lunch. 
  • While his other peers (Flash) make fun of him for it and tease him, (even forcing Peter to eat food off the floor-“hey aren’t you always hungry Puny Parker?! This looks good!”
  • Though I will say- when Flash once caught Peter changing in the locker rooms (Peter always changed in a stall so that people wouldn’t see how skinny he was, or his random bruises from patrol) the bully got really concerned-
    “Parker, who did that to you?”
    “Flash?!”
    “Who Parker, who?” 
    “I- I was skateboarding-”
    “That’s a load of crap, Par- Peter,” 
    “It’s just a few scrapes leave me alone, Flash” 
  • (Peter is pretty sure that Flash now thinks he’s being abused, but there’s nothing he can do about that now) And Flash kind of left Peter alone after that. (Though concerned and worried looks were levered his way now, often) 
  • The superhero community takes notice of the Spidey’s black hole of a stomach after hanging out with the teenager, and they all shove food at Peter too. 
  • Though at first Spidey was all spluttery and embarrassed, and the teen didn’t want to take their charity or pity. (Cuze sometimes the kid is a stubborn dork) But after some of them explained- “you do a lot for this city, it’s the least we can do to feed you kiddo”- in a few words or less, Peter now takes the food happily. 
  • The Fantastic Four have him over for dinners and when Peter hangs out with Johnny there are always snacks and or takeout. And it doesn’t really feel like charity, it just feels like family.
  • The Avengers will ‘trick’ Spidey into coming over after they’ve patrolled/battled together- “we need to check that wound, kid, come back to the Tower” -and then let the Spider stuff his face after they’ve stitched him up. 
  • Daredevil doesn’t dottle around the subject, he just throws food at the teenager with an exasperated (but fond) “I could hear your stomach growling from three blocks away, eat dammit.”   

So overall, Peter’s fast metabolism is a problem. But not one that he can’t deal with. And hey there are worse problems than always being hungry, he’ll grow out of it, right? RIGHT!? 

BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Jungkook Version

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Word Count: 1,179

“Y/N! C'mon, hurry up! You move like an old lady!” Jungkook whined as you slowly got out of your car, checking and making sure that you had everything that you needed.

“Jungkook, the fair isn’t going anywhere.” you teased like a mother would to her child. Jungkook held open your door impatiently, hopping slightly from excitement. When your butt was finally out of the car, Jungkook slammed the door shut, grabbed your hand, and dragged you off to the entrance of the fair with a large smile on his face.

“I know, but I wanna go and spend as much time with you as possible!” he said, happily skipping into the fairgrounds with you trying to keep up from behind.

You chuckled and shook your head, gazing at his backside with a certain longing in your eyes. You and Jungkook had met that same year at university, in your intro to psychology class. You sat in the back of the lecture hall, since you arrived late and didn’t want to be scolded by your professor for tardiness on the first day. Jungkook sat four seats down to your left, obviously, he hadn’t woken up to his alarm either.

Your relationship went from shy smiles, to throwing notes over the empty seats, to him sitting next to you with your knees brushing and up to your best friend status that you proudly held today. However, you couldn’t deny the attraction you had for your adorable, yet cocky best friend and oh how you wish you could just tell him how you felt. For now, though, you were happy being one of his closest friends; supporting him through his studies and his dream of becoming a singer.

You took in the smells of the fair; powdered sugar, fry oil, and something buttery and fattening that made your mouth water. Jungkook’s eyes shined with excitement as he led you to a funnel cake booth, buying you both one to share as you wandered into the petting zoo area, sneaking the baby animals bits of your fried, sugary goodness.

“Hey look, I found your dapple gangers.” you teased when you ran over to the hordes of bunnies. Jungkook just stuck his tongue out at you, but cooed none the less when one of the rabbits crawled into his lap. As you were petting the bunnies, Jungkook gently grabbed your hand, locking your fingers together with his. You looked up at him and saw that he had a slight blush on his cheeks and another bunny perched on his shoulder, making you giggle at his cuteness.

“You alright Kookie? You’re looking flushed.” you asked, running your free hand over his forehead and pushing some of his hair back. Jungkook just smiled and squeezed your combined hands.

“Never better Y/N. Let’s go on some rides, yeah?” he suggested, gently placing down the balls of fluff and leading you out of the petting zoo; walking with you to the rides. He never let go of your hand, and you inwardly smiled to yourself. Sure, Jungkook was always close to you like this, but the small victories always counted.

He took you on some fast-paced rides first: the little fast kiddie coasters, spinning teacups, bumper cars (which you totally beat him in, even though Jungkook wouldn’t admit it aloud) and one of those drop-down rides that always made your stomach do flips. After begging him to allow you to sit and rest, he placed you on a bench by the game booths and you watched him play from afar.
He won game after game, and slowly the bench you sat at was covered with fluffy stuffed animals and a new fish friend that you both named Marius.

“Jungkook, there is one thing I’d like to do before we leave.” you told him as you shared a serving of blue cotton candy. Jungkook’s lips were tinted lightly with the dyed sugar, and you were sure that your lips mirrored his. In a large bag over his back held all the toys he won, and you insisted that you’d carry Marius safely in your hands.

“Yeah? Anything you want Y/N, we can do!” he said happily.

“Can we go on the Ferris wheel? The sun is setting, and I bet the view is amazing from up there.” you said dreamily. The corners of Jungkook’s lips pulled up in a smirk and he nodded.

“Of course, anything for my best friend.” he said, nudging your side playfully. You could feel your heart slow and the smile on your lips fall an inch.

“Yeah, best friend.” you mumbled quietly to yourself as you followed Jungkook to the Ferris wheel. You both secured your winnings in one of those large storage containers and hopped on the ride. Jungkook sat next to you and he poked your cheek when the ride started to move. You went around once, twice, and then the cart stopped at the top on the third spin.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.” Jungkook mumbled, staring at the pinkish orange hue of the dusk sky. You nodded.

‘It is, but it’s not as beautiful as you.’ you thought.

“You think I’m beautiful, Y/N?” Jungkook asked. You turned to look at him with confusion in your eyes. Did he just read your mind? The stupid smirk on his face made your cheeks feel hot with blush.

“Did I just say that out loud?” you asked sheepishly, looking down at your shoes.

“You did, you did. Is there something you’d like to tell me Y/N? Do you like me?” Jungkook teased.

“Not funny Kookie, don’t tease.” you said softly, taking a deep breath before looking up at him again. His lips were still blue, the mischievous glint in his eyes made him look younger, and you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the cute, yet handsome man sitting next to you.

“I do…like you. And I hope that this won’t ruin our friendship. Because before anything you were my friend first and I hope that we-”

Jungkook cut you off with his lips gently pressing against yours. You could taste the remnants of sugar on his lips and you melted at the feel of how soft they were. You brought your hands up around his neck, pulling him in closer as his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs stroking the soft apples of your cheeks. The kiss was slow, both of your lips just brushing together in between soft breaths, testing the boundaries and just feeling, tasting, and loving. Jungkook pulled away first, resting his forehead against your own as you both caught your breath, both your cheeks flushed in red.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now. Does that answer your question Y/N?” he asked softly, a small smiling tugging on the corners of his lips. You nodded and laughed airily.

“Kookie, you look so cute when you blush.” you admitted, and Jungkook grinned, leaning in to peck your lips gently as the Ferris wheel started to descend.

“And your blush is absolutely stunning…my jagiya.”

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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Peter x Reader


“Derek!” You wailed and stomped after the Alpha who growled and caught you when you threw yourself at him, carrying you across the room so he could set you down, hurrying to the front door as if he attempted to get out of the penthouse before you reached him.

“(Y/N) … you’re in heat just stay inside!” Derek grumbled as he tried to untangle himself from you.

Peter moved unnoticed by either of you, taking a seat on the sofa so he could watch the ordeal. It was an amusement of his, watching his nephew struggle with such a stubborn she-wolf. Of course, seeing him struggle was made all the more satisfying with the knowledge that Peter had warned him not to turn you, predicting that you’d be about as cooperative as the devil on a cold morning.

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Brashly So

A/N: I’ve never actually written any Connor/Evan fics before, so expect bad characterization and worse plot.

Connor stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Evan type frantically on his laptop, perhaps writing another letter to himself or maybe he was updating the anti-suicide page Alana mostly ran but that Evan would occasionally add to.

The other boy was so pretty, and Connor shifted as he mentally cursed himself, wishing it could have been anyone else he was thinking it about.

Except Jared. He would definitely get too much shit for that one.

Making a brash split-second decision, Connor walked into the room, sitting next to Evan, possibly leaning just a bit too close to the shorter boy as he took a look at the screen, calm smirk on his face.

Evan startled, abruptly stopped typing, nearly falling over, but Connor caught him quickly, rolling his eyes.

“Calm down, I just want to see what you’re typing. Make sure it’s nothing about me again,” he teased, enjoying the sight of a slight pink spread in Evan’s face.

“Oh, n-no, just wor-working on some of the pr- See Mom wante- I need some sch-”

His smirk slowly becoming more of a smile, Connor found himself listening to the rambling boy with a discerning amount of fondness, and, once again making a brash decision, found his lips pressed firmly against Evan’s.

Stunned, but quieted, Evan was unable to respond for a moment, heart pounding, before he quickly kissed Connor back, not wanting to miss out on his chance.

It was nothing like Evan had imagined, usually it went something a bit more like they were out at the orchard stargazing and Evan would say something suave and Connor would be flattered (-can Connor be flattered, Evan would then wonder) and then they’d embrace, or-

A hand wrapping around Evan’s neck to bring him closer disrupted his racing thoughts, and he came hurtling back to earth at an alarming yet somehow comforting rate.

He pulled away, instantly regretting it, to look into Connor’s eyes. Both of them were overwhelmed with various emotions, and Evan frantically searched Connor’s face for any kind of doubt or withdrawal, but found none. Finding something in himself that he could rarely reach, Evan pushed forward and kissed Connor again, unable to hold back.

"I’m glad to see I’m not the only one,” Connor mumbled between kisses, before trailing to mouth along Evan’s neck, possessively marking the skin there.

Evan shakily exhaled, one hand reaching up to tangle in Connor’s hair as he tried to catch up.

"I, I never thought that- I mean, you never seemed interested- not that I’d ever assume how you feel, that’s not what I meant, I just mean that-”

"Oh shut up and just kiss me, Evan,” Connor murmured, and Evan gladly did just such, for once ignoring the sound of his laptop hitting the floor, barely even noticing the thud as Connor’s arms wrapped around his waist.

And just like that, everything seemed just a little more okay.

Corbin's Anatomy

Prompt: Baron Fluff or Smut (you choose)where the reader is stressed over an anatomy final for college that is worth half of her class grade and Baron sees her struggling with everything and tries to make her feel better. @nightmareangeluniverse

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100 Kisses

Summary: You decide to give Bucky 100 kisses for his 100th birthday.

Word Count: 2,845

Warning: cursing

A/N: I’m sure in parts of the world Bucky’s birthday is long over, but it’s still March 10th where I live! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!


9:15 am

Steve Rogers stared at you with wide blue eyes as you attempted to wolf down a bowl of cereal. There were many things out of place in this picture—for one thing, he couldn’t quite fathom how a person could so wildly eat cheerios, your spoon constantly clanging against the sides of the bowl.

For another thing, it was rare that you were up this early on a Friday, even if it was a special occasion. He glanced at the clock opposite him, noting that it was only fifteen past nine in the morning.

The super soldier opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped short at the abrupt sound of your chair scraping its legs against the floor. You shot out of your seat to drop your wares in the sink before floating across the table, depositing yourself in Bucky Barnes’ lap.

Bucky eyed you with a smirk, still chewing his breakfast while you placed your hands around his neck. You stared at him with doe eyes, batting your lashes heavily. “You need somethin’ darlin?” he questioned you, the tips of his lips curving into a smile despite the pointed look he was trying to give.

“Uhhhhh hurry up!” You bounced impatiently on his thigh, squirming around as you started to slip. “I’m only at twenty-seven!”

“Twenty-seven what?” For a quick moment, everything you could have possibly meant flashed into Steve’s mind, some of them not exactly what he wanted to think about over his first meal. With a quirked eyebrow he looked at the close couple, searching their faces for an explanation.

“I’m trying to mmm-” Your voice was cut off when your boyfriend shoved toast into your mouth, the jam smearing across your lips and making it sticky. Smugly, Bucky returned his attention to Steve, who watched on with a bewildered expression.

“She’s attempting to give me one hundred kisses today.” His voice was laced with mirth, a silly smile plastered onto his lips that juxtaposed his usual expression. Steve laughed, understanding your restless behavior.

“Did she give you ninety-nine last year?” Steve asked, very amused by the challenge, but also grateful. While your idea was strange, he found it sweet and affectionate; just the type of love Bucky needed after years of solitude.

“He hid his birthday from me last year, and now he has to pay for it!” you accused, poking your finger into his chest. “Besides, one hundred is a special milestone! Much more so than ninety-nine.”

“Most people don’t make it to ninety-nine,” Bucky pointed out, prodding your cheek with the end of his fork. You could see him fighting the urge to cave into your demands, hiding his grin with a cup of coffee. His eyes seemed to shimmer, much like they did when Steve brought him to the tower for the first time.

It felt like so many years ago that you’d met Bucky, a cautious, broken thing with eyes like glass. You didn’t think you’d ever get to see him so comfortable, so relaxed, so human. It made your heart swell, more so than the kisses ever could.

“Well then, even less people make it to one hundred. I’m glad you’re one of them,” your smile softened as you placed a kiss to his temple, his eyes closing in reverence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, placing his head against yours.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. You too, punk,” the brunette’s eyes picked up to Steve’s, narrowing playfully. “I see you over there.”

With a grin, Steve held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Who me? I’m not doing a thing. Just watching my best friend be totally disgusting with his girlfriend.” He was shaking now, wiping a tear away from his eye as his laughter continued.

“I guess there’s some things one hundred years can’t change”


1:34 pm

“Fifty three…fifty four…fifty five…fifty six,” You were on a roll, having placing your lips back and forth against Bucky’s for a few solid minutes. You were getting fast, knowing that at some point he would grow impatient of sitting on the couch for such small pecks.

He hadn’t complained yet, a satisfied smile growing even wider as the other occupants of the room stared in horror while you repeatedly kissed Bucky, counting in between. Sam mimicked retching, his acting turning into an actual couching fit.

“Jesus Y/N, aren’t you tired? And I don’t just mean from having to look at Barnes in the first place.” His voice made you stop, turning to face the man with a weak glare. Wariness showed on your face, emphasized by your off-guard expression and swollen lips.

“Could you please be nice to him for like, one day out of the year? Actually two; Christmas is a good time to lay off him too.”

“Could you two maybe get a room? We’re trying to watch quality entertainment, not whatever gross thing you guys are doing,” Clint groaned, eyes still glued to the television. Tony and Sam agreed with a round of complaints, the entire room beginning to get rowdy.

“Why are we even watching this? It’s March Madness, turn on ESPN!”

“Um, the Joffrey Ballet is performing Romeo and Juliet and I’m missing it.”

“Would you guys mind if we put on Star Trek?”

“Fuck Next Generation, Brucey. Someone hand me the remote or put on How I Met Your Mother.”

All of a sudden the T.V went blank, the remote clanging to floor as you dropped it with your powers. The room was suddenly silent, no one daring to make a move as your eyes returned to normal.

“I was here first, and I say you’re all watching T.V. in another room,” Your voice became dangerously low, scarring the others to scamper out of their seats without any complaints. There were small apologies being thrown at you, mostly muttered from Clint and Tony. (“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t use your powers!”)

You smiled until a pair of lips were pressed firmly to yours, a much longer, heated kiss that stole your breath and your thoughts. Bucky had grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap once again.

“Sixty,” he reminded you, voice low as though he was sharing a secret. You blinked, forgetting what the numbers were for in the first place. He had that effect on you.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but hugged you closer all the same. “I wanted to give you one. That was pretty hot.”  


6:28 pm

“What number are you guys on now?”

Natasha lazily swirled her spoon in her tea, head propped on her fist as she sent a smirk towards you and Bucky. By some miracle you weren’t completely smothering him, the two of you eating like normal people at the dinner table.

“Eighty-six. I’ve been spreading them out, he likes it better that way.” You beamed at him, unaware of his blushing state. Nat, however, noticed this right away, wiggling her brows to gain his attention.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing he likes spread out,” she winked, and immediately after Bucky placed his head in his hands. A chorus of feminine cackles erupted, making his face even hotter.

“Bucky, please,” you wheezed out, holding a hand to your stomach. You gave his back a little rub, coaxing him out of his flushed state. “What are you acting all shy about, baby?” you teased him, the two of you calling him “ladies man” and “lover boy”, harping back to the stories Steve used to tell about him.

Bucky slowly lifted his head, hands still covering his face. “You know, I thought today was going to be more embarrassing for you than for me. How could I be so wrong?”

You rolled your eyes as his antics, prying his hands away. “C’mon Buckaroo,” you joked, trying to use as many dumb nickname as you could to calm him down. “We’re only teasing.”

“Relentlessly,” he added, and you scoffed, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk about relentless! Do you want a list of all the times you’ve taunted me! You did that to me this morning!” Bucky peeked at you through his fingers, catching the frown etched on your face. “It’s only fair!”

“Sorry, don’t recall,” he muttered, getting up from his seat and walking away from you. You sputtered, standing quickly and bumping your thighs against the table.

“Hey!” he was starting to run now, even with very limited space. His back was retreating faster down the elevator corridor, and you picked up speed, getting a running start off the ground before you flew towards him.

“I can fly faster than you can run, Barnes!” you called after him, eyes glowing as you shot forward. Bucky suddenly turned, arms wide open, ready to catch you with a solid stance. You tried to slow down, but you were hurdling toward him like a comet. The force of your collision sent him skidding backwards, his feet tripping over themselves to regain a sense of balance.

You ended up twirling like a top, his arms wrapped around you as you spun into the elevator. Your giggles turned into a hiccups, only to be silenced by a kiss. A deep and slow one, melding your mouths together and ultimately grounding you. Any dizziness that persisted afterwards was not from being spun, but rather from the kiss that had you seeing stars.

“Eighty-seven,” you counted proudly, without a single hiccup.


10:04 pm

Ten o’ clock wasn’t late by any means, but it had been a long day.

There had been something of a party in the common room since seven; a small gathering that consisted of the Avengers, and a few other agents Bucky knew well. Tony had promised it wouldn’t be anything he wasn’t comfortable with, and that if he wanted the celebration over, he could have it.

Tony kept his word. Even though Bucky had been having fun, he realized that while he was busy catching up with Thor and Scott Lang, Y/N had hardly been by his side. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, but he felt immensely detached, gazing at her from across the room with longing looks.

You were quite adept at deciphering Bucky’s looks, even from far away. He’d given you this long stare, his baby blue hues so cloudy and dull, reason enough to saunter over to him and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“You okay?” you asked him, concerned that he wasn’t having fun. He didn’t seem to suggest the idea, but you could tell that something was bothering him. The first two times you did it, he shook his head and granted you a small smile.

The third time was different. By the third kiss you felt his restless energy, his hands cupping both your cheeks, seeking some sort of outlet. You held his hands, looking straight into his eyes.

“Bucky,” you paused, making sure he was hearing you. “Bucky are you alright?”

He was beginning to nod, his hair falling into his eyes as he bowed his head, but his chin never came back up. “I’m fine, I just,” he sounded strained, his voice thick with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. “How many left?”

“Ten,” you told him, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his hands. “Just ten more.”

He licked his lips, grabbing onto your wrist loosely and pulling you away. “I want to go.” He was using short sentences, his speech rushed and shoulders tense.  Today had been long, and social events tended to tire him out quicker than anything else.

“Okay baby, you stay right there, I’ll tell Tony.” You gave him a smile that was forced, the façade vanishing when you turned away from it. You nearly jogged to reach Tony, explaining the situation as best you could, despite not understanding it yourself.

He was good about it. Tony didn’t make a scene, he just waved graciously with a small smile. Bucky returned it, and suddenly the whole room was raising a glass in his leave.

“Happy Birthday, Buck! Hope you had fun.” Steve’s strong voice was wistful, but his smile was not at all sad. Bucky gave a salute, relief seeping back into him as you two looped arms, turning your backs to the avengers.

“You sure you’re okay?” It was simply precautionary, your worry fading when he gave a genuine smile.

“I’m fine, doll face. Just wanted to cash in those last ten kisses in private.”


 11:15 pm

He was smooth, in almost everything he did. It was scary, sometimes, how he could surprise you like that. Bucky appeared so sharp, so bent and twisted sometimes that you were always taken aback by how careful and soft he treated you.

His hands slowly went up your side, bunching the soft cotton of your pajamas impatiently. When he detached himself, his burning blue eyes looked straight at you, lips parted but unmoving, the question unspoken between you two.

“Ninety-eight,” you replied, breathing heavily against his lips, your foreheads touching. He’d been playing this game since he’d gotten you alone, taking charge of the gift you were supposed to give him. He rolled his hips under yours, nails digging into your sides almost painfully as he angled his mouth down for another go.

Suddenly his pursed lips met the pads of your fingers. He blinked, watching as you sat back on your knees, taking his wrists into your hands.

“This is my gift. You can’t take control of it, that makes it yours.” You felt like you were pouting, crossing your arms to convey your annoyance, even it if was acute.

Bucky laughed until he realized you were serious. “What? Darling, come on,” he persuaded, lifting up your chin. “It is for me.”

“Yeah, but it’s, I’m,” you struggled to form your thought into a coherent statement, one that would make sense. “I’m giving you one hundred kisses, in my time. You can’t cash them all in like a rain check.”

That seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend leaning back on his elbows, looking at you with raised brows. “Well when you put it like that,” he drawled, and you used your strength to push him down onto his back.

“When I put it like that,” you mocked him, landing on your side next to him. You grazed your finger across his jaw, tracing the outline down his neck and collarbone. His skin was hot to the touch, but shivers wracked his spine when your nails scratched under his chin. He was eager, hands twitching to touch you. You laughed at his restraint, cupping your hands to his cheeks and giving him a soft, tender kiss that lasted but a minute.

You didn’t need to say it out loud; you both understand that this was the last of them, the final kiss to mark his birthday. He smiled as he shifted to mirror your body, arms snaking around your neck. He wanted so desperately to say something, but before he could even think about it, your lips placed a small peck to his.

“One hundred! Happy Birthday, Bucky!” you grinned sneakily, and he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. You laughed at his expression, the fleeting anger that bubbling under his shock.

“What? That so does not count!” he yelled, feeling cheated. He pulled your wrists to bring your closer, so close that your chests touched and your eyes were solely focused on each other. You still stifled some giggles back, and Bucky finally sighed, resigned to the fact that, no matter how devious it was, you’d kept your promise.

“You’re forgetting something,” your chirpy voice reminded him, and he grumbled a quick response before you placed your hands on his chest. You captured his attention a mere moment before you captured his lips, this time in a kiss that mattered.

It started slow and hesitant, as though you were testing unsteady waters. Soon it became deeper, those hovering hands now fully immersed in his hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pull to spur him on further.

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, slowly sitting himself up, never breaking contact. He placed you back down onto the bed, his weight pressing against yours. Your resolve broke, that earlier statement off the table as Bucky guided you onto your back, trapping you between his arms. Your head pressed into the mattress, your body sinking as your breath was stolen from you, Bucky’s chest flush against you.

When the need for air became too hard to ignore, Bucky pulled back, a questioning glance on his face. “Pretty sure I’m not one hundred and one,” he inquired, and you smiled.

“One for good luck.” Your answer made him break out into a grin, one so contagious you nearly forgot about everything else. He slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, a good and quick thing that conveyed everything it needed to.

“I don’t need luck when I’ve got you.”

What do I taste like?

What do I taste like?

“So what’s it taste like anyway?” you ask him flipping the page of the book you don’t even know the name of, you’re honestly so bored but Harry’s here and he looks delicious in his red button up and you didn’t want him to study alone.

He looks at you and waits for you to continue.

“You know…pussy” Harry’s eyes bulge out but quickly recovers. An amused glint in his eyes as he smirks. He knew you were curious about his sex life, he knew you would be jealous of the girl who’s been texting him. He knew you’ve wanted him for the longest time, he did too. He thinks you’re fucking sexy and so cute. How can you do that, be such a tease without even knowing it? Pisses Harry off really.

“I’m just curious is all” you can hear your heart pounding and you’re hoping he doesn’t hear it. He’s probably no stranger to it by now. Your heart pounds every time he smiles at you, or when he “accidentally” grazes his hand against yours while you two walk to the coffee shop near campus, or when he calls you baby in front of his friends, or when he bites his lip every time he sees you all dressed up for a party (which rarely happens so it’s an occasion really, especially for Harry), or when he plays footsie with you during class. His friends think you guys fuck all the time by the way you two act. But no, you’re different to Harry and he’s different to you.

“Where is this coming from?” He puts down his pen and pushes his books aside. His phone vibrates and you frown. You couldn’t get cuter he thinks. “I’m not sleeping with her” he winks. He needs to let you know that he’s single, at all times. He was never really anyone else’s after you came in his life.

“I just want to know what it tastes like” you tell him raising your eyebrows and he raises his. “Look, it doesn’t taste like chicken” Harry snorts. “Does it taste like tuna? Potatoes?”

You put your book that you’ve been paying no attention to what so ever aside when Harry scoots next to you. “It doesn’t taste like tuna or tomatoes” he tell you.

“Potatoes” you point.

“Neither” he chuckles. He can smell you, apples? Hmm apple pie, he could just eat you up.

“Then what?” You bat your lashes, trying to look as innocent as possible. His smile softens and he drops his head to the side. Harry’s so smitten it’s beyond him, he’s even gone as far as telling his sister about your pretty brown eyes and your coffee skin. He loves coffee.

“Well, some do smell like tuna…” he says, laughing at your disgusted face. “Only some, I’ve been very lucky in that case” he’s back with the smirk.

Your heart breaks a little at the thought of him going down on someone other than you. But you’re not gonna let that upset you. Of course he’s been with other girls, he hasn’t tried you yet. He’ll be sticking when he does.

“I’m not getting an answerrrrr” you tease and he rests his back on the headboard, mimicking your position.

“Well, it depends. It’s always a little different and…and it’s always little salty…and everybody’s unique” you stare at his lips and watch them smirk and taunt you the entire time. You wonder what he would think of you.

“What do I taste like?” You surprise him and yourself by saying that out loud. Your cheeks flame but you confidently look up, his eyes now different. From soft to very dark…hungry. Harry’s shocked, but he’s been waiting to do this for a while.

“Open your legs” his hand slowly moves between your thighs, leaving goosebumps. Your eyes widen and ears feel heavy. Is this even happening? He searches your eyes for a second, thinking maybe you’ll stop him. You would never, you’ve wanted his hand between your legs since forever.

“Open your legs baby” he tells you again and this time you oblige. Your legs open slowly and your skirt raises up. Harry’s hand slowly travels up and up and up and…oh.

He made sure to feel your silky skin. Harry wants to make you whimper and say his name and hold you till he’s full. But not now.

His fingers rub over the silk and he smiles when he feels the tiny ribbon on top. You bought this one with him not too long ago, he remembers of course. Harry loved teasing you, so he picked it out as a joke. But was it really?

Harry licks his lips, his eyes all over your face. Jumping from your eyes to your lips to your cherry cheeks, he was enjoying this.

You gasp as his cold fingers slide in your panties and he rubs you gently. He’s trying to be as soft as possible, you look so sweet and pretty and small that he doesn’t want to scare you off. He looks down at his hand between your thighs in awe and he’s so fucking hard.

“Shh” he whispers and slowly pushes a finger inside you. Your mouth opens and you hide your face in your left hand, right fisting his silky shirt. He twists and turns his finger, he thinks you’re so warm. So warm and tight and oh god Harry just can’t. He wants to feel you and taste you till the very last drop. How amazing would that be.

You uncover your face and let out a breath when he brings his finger out, out of your knickers and in his mouth. All the while his eyes remain on yours and you lose your breath all over again.

He leans closer so you can feel his breath on your neck. All Harry wants to do is lick you up and mark you all over so when he leaves you would feel him there for hours…and somewhere else.

“You taste so fucking good”

You think you just died.

Golden (M)

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Choking, mild ass play, kinda rough, SMUT

Word Count: 2,431

Summary: Birthdays are supposed to be fun. They’re supposed to be lazy days where you do nothing or everything or whatever you want. But when you’re an “adult” it doesn’t always work out that way, and Yoongi seems more bummed than you are about it.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


~For my precious Admin Desire~

Warm sun hit your face as you stirred awake, the soft sheets wrapped around your frame as you turned away from the light. You slowly blinked your eyes open to find another pair staring back at you. The warm feline like eyes caused you to smile, a rush of warmth filling your body as he smiled back at you.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and husky. His smiled widened to your favourite gummy smile as he spoke, and he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you to tug you closer to his body, “happy birthday baby, do you really have to go to work? Just say home with me.”

You laughed at his antics, burying your face in his chest and savouring the warmth and familiar scent before you had to get ready for another day of work. You had tried to get today off, knowing how much of a big deal Yoongi makes it even though you insist on doing nothing, but he liked to spoil you and your birthday gave him every excuse he needed to do so. Seeing as how your birthday was so close to Christmas you were unable to get the day off, due to the busyness of the store. Yoongi was unhappy but he had told you that he’d make it up to you tenfold when the busy season was over.

Moving back, you watched as the rays of sun streaked onto his freshly dyed black hair, your favourite colour on him by far. You still loved the crazy colours he came home with, but there was something about black that made your heart flutter. It was possibly the fact that it’s his natural colour, and seeing it on him made him seem more like your Yoongi, more him than the idol he has to be outside of your home.

Threading a hand through his soft locks, you watched him bask in the warmth of the sun and the soft touches of you hand, letting his eyes close with a content smile now playing on his plump lips.

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Jughead’s Birthday-Reggie Mantle Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some dirty dancing and sensuality

Originally posted by fakesonia

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  “Are you guys insane?” Y/N blurted out. 

  She was sitting with her friends Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty at their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Things were going as normal as much as they could in light of Jason’s murder and their own investigation of it, when Betty had proposed the idea of throwing Jughead a surprise party. However, her outburst was met with the confused expressions of her friends.

   “What’s so insane about it?” Betty asked.

   “Betty, Jughead is an introverted, introspective, artistic emo kid who hates his birthday. He would probably rather be forced to go see Britney Spears’ Vegas show than have a birthday party.”

   “I’m with Y/N on this one, guys, he’ll just want to go to the movies like he does every year,” Archie said.

   “But this year is different. It would just be us, his friends,” Betty said.

   “And I would kill to start planning a party right around now,” Veronica added.

   “And he’ll kill all of us for planning this party,” Y/N said.

   Y/N was only slightly surprised that Betty wanted to throw Jughead a party. She was the sweet, bubbly girlfriend that would be a light in his life while Jughead was extremely comfortable being in the dark. She, Archie, and Y/N had known him the longest and were all too familiar with Jughead’s attitude towards his birthday. In fact, Y/N was about to continue arguing with her friends when her phone buzzed in her bag. She picked it up and her mouth went dry.

   R: Meet me in the common room now.

   Guilt began swelling up inside the seventeen year-old, but there was excitement mixed in it too. She and R never met in the common room before—-the locker room, under the bleachers, and the occasional empty classroom yes, but the common room never. Part of her wanted to hit R for being so stupid as to want to meet her in such a public place and the other part eagerly texted Ok before dropping the phone back in her bag.

   “I’ll be right back, guys,” Y/N muttered.  

  The rest of her friends nodded and didn’t pay any mind as Y/N stood and wandered out of the cafeteria. As she made her way towards the common room, she couldn’t help but check her hair, make sure her makeup was in order, and straighten out her long sleeved white button-down. Her body buzzed with excitement and anxiety when she finally reached the common room. Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting on the couch was a smiling Reggie Mantle.

   “Took you long enough,” Reggie teased.

   “Shut up. Why did you want to meet here?” Y/N asked. “Anyone could see us.”

   “That’s exactly why I picked it.” 

   Reggie walked over to her slowly and Y/N hated herself for admiring how sexy he looked doing it. His short dark hair fell lightly against his tan forehead, his dark eyes were trained on her, and his football-chiseled muscles strained against the navy t-shirt and fitted jeans he wore with every step. When he finally got in front of her, Y/N pressed herself against the door, wondering why she wasn’t shoving away the person who bullied Jughead or gave the rest of them such a hard time. Then, she remembered their first kiss on the Fourth of July, when this all started. Though she and Betty had been hanging out, Reggie had approached them with the offer of beer. Betty politely rejected his offer while Y/N accepted, confused as to why Reggie was being so nice to them all of a sudden. One became three and three became five, and during the fireworks, she and Reggie had snuck away from Betty and the others to make out. The next day, Y/N had felt so hungover and guilty, but when she tried to avoid Reggie, he wouldn’t let her, and they wound up making out again. Then, it turned into a full on, clandestine fling. There were many times Y/N wanted to break it off, but she could never bring herself to and she didn’t know why.

   Y/N’s breath hitched when Reggie reached behind her to lock the door and close the blind in front of the narrow window. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, Y/N kissed back as her eyes fluttered closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Reggie effortlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch and lay her down without breaking the kiss. Y/N ran her hands through his hair, fighting a moan when he bit her lip. 

   “You’re so beautiful,” Reggie whispered as he began kissing his way from her jaw down to her neck.

   Y/N gasped not only because of Reggie’s amazing kissing skills but also because of his comment. Usually, he would call her “hot” or “gorgeous” along with a plethora of much dirtier words, but never did he call her beautiful.

    “Reggie,” Y/N whimpered.

    One of his hands slid down her body to the end of her shirt and he slid his hand underneath it, feeling the warm skin there. “Is this okay?”

   Y/N nodded. Though they had met up countless times, they never went all the way. Y/N knew Reggie was experienced thanks to the playbook she found with Veronica and Betty, but Reggie was the only person she’d ever done anything with. In fact, Y/N was shocked when Reggie didn’t make fun of her when she stopped him the first time he tried to go all the way with her.

   “I’m not a complete jerk, Y/N,” he had said.

   But it was true. That must’ve been part of the reason why Y/N had continued their secret affair.

   Y/N ran a hand through her hair as Reggie climbed back up her to kiss her jaw again. She couldn’t help but imagine her friends’ faces if they caught the two of them together. They would probably be in shock and Jughead would most likely never speak to her again—that was why Y/N usually felt awful when she and Reggie parted ways but would act normal in front of everyone else. However, he had stopped making fun of Jughead as much, but Y/N still felt a bit like a traitor.

    “Reggie,” she muttered.

    “All you have to say is my name? Really? You usually can’t shut up when you’re around your friends.”

    Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and sat up on her elbows to say something, but Reggie silenced her with a kiss. “I hate when you do that,” she said as they pulled away.

   “No, you don’t.”

   Y/N quickly lost track of time as they continued making out, loving the feeling of Reggie’s large, muscular arms around her waist and their hot embrace when she heard voices outside. 

   “What was that?” Y/N whispered.

   “Probably just some freshmen, don’t worry about it.” Reggie kissed her again, but the voices got louder because they were getting closer.

   Y/N panicked and shoved Reggie off of her as she tucked her shirt back into her black cigarette pants. “They’re trying to get in!”

   “So what if they do?” Reggie tried to pull her back into him but Y/N pushed him back.

   “They’ll tell people and it won’t take long before the whole school is talking about how Reggie Mantle, the head jock, scored with the nerd,” Y/N hissed in a whisper.

   “Would that be such a bad thing?” 

    Then, the voices stopped, meaning that they were gone and Reggie’s words sunk in. Reggie couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t actually want people to find out about them, could he?
    “If you wanted to keep your reputation, yeah.” Y/N stood. “Why? What were you thinking?”

    Reggie hesitated and then Y/N’s mind went to calculating and she quickly put two and two together. “I think we should be open about us.”

   “That’s why you wanted to meet in the common room, so that we could get caught. But you still locked the door?”

   “To throw you off.” Reggie sighed. “I’m tired of hiding you and sneaking around, Y/N. I want to be public about this.”

   “Why could you possibly want that, Reggie? It makes no sense.”

   Reggie maintained a straight, serious expression while looking at the y/h/c-ed girl. He never made that face when they were together and slowly, Y/N came to the startling realization. Immediately, she began shaking her head.

    “No, you can’t—”

    “But I do. I know this wasn’t supposed to be serious or anything, but I really like you, Y/N. I like how you speak up, I like the way you laugh, and whenever someone upsets you, I get upset too and I’m sick of the guys talking about you because they don’t know you’re mine.”

   “Yours?”

   “I’m not seeing anyone else and neither are you.”

   “You don’t know that.” Y/N folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to look sassy, but Reggie arched an eyebrow and she sighed. “Okay, you know that one, but it would be insane for us to tell people!”

   “Why?”

   “For one thing, my friends hate your friends and vice versa. They would kill me if they knew about this.”

   “If they would kill you for being with me, then they aren’t real friends.” Reggie got up and stood in front of Y/N. “I like being with you, Y/N, and I know you like me too, even if you can’t admit that to yourself. Let’s just tell people about us.”

   Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head and pulled away from Reggie. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

    She tore away from Reggie and practically sprinted out of the room. It hurt but didn’t doing the right thing always hurt? Though she did have fun with Reggie, she couldn’t keep her friends disappointed faces out of her head nor could she seem to figure out her mixed up feelings about Reggie. On one hand, he was a stereotypical jock who was about as dumb as a doornail but on the other hand, he was very gentle and kind to her. And it pained her so much to think she had hurt him. Y/N couldn’t possibly…

   She cut off her train of thought as she pulled herself together and walked back into the cafeteria. Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and Archie were still talking when she sat down.

   “Oh good, you’re back! Archie’s on board with the party now,” Betty said carefully.

   Archie shrugged and Y/N pursed her lips.

   “What time should I be at your house tonight, Archie?”

   The others were surprised at Y/N’s response and they began to plan the party more. However, Y/N knew that she was using this party as an excuse to get incredibly intoxicated and forget about Reggie.




     A few hours later, Y/N was flexing her hands—-a nervous tick she developed at the ripe age of five—-in Archie’s foyer. Veronica, Ethel, and Betty had set up the decorations while Kevin and Archie figured out drinks.

    “Y/N, quit pacing, everything’s going to be fine,” Archie said.

    Y/N paused and narrowed her eyes at Archie. “You don’t know that. Jughead might implode from all of the emotions he’s been repressing for the last seventeen years or have a mental break down. He’ll kill us for agreeing to this.”

   “Oh, Y/N, you worry too much. Maybe you should have some of the punch,” Veronica said as she walked in.

    Veronica looked as pristine as always in a deep purple A-line dress with black pumps while Y/N felt ridiculous in a pink cropped sweatshirt, black leggings, and black ankle boots.

   “What am I even wearing? No one wears a sweatshirt to a party. I should just go.”

   “No way.” Veronica put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Y/N, everything’s going to be fine.”

   “You don’t know that.”

   “They’re here!” Kevin announced.

   “I’ll take that drink now.”

   Veronica laughed a little as Kevin and Archie dimmed the lights while everyone else got into position. Then, Betty and Jughead entered to the small surprise party. Y/N closed her eyes as she sipped her first cup of punch. She slowly walked to where the rest of the group was to find a stunned Jughead and a beaming Betty.

    “What is this?” Jughead asked.

    “A surprise party for you, Juggie,” Betty said.

   “Happy birthday, Jughead,” Veronica said, handing Jughead his gift.

   Jughead glanced at it before looking up at Archie. “You knew about this?” He glanced at Y/N next. “Both of you?”

    “We just wanted to give you the birthday party you never had,” Archie said.

    “But—-”

    Jughead was interrupted by Betty singing “Happy Birthday” and giving him his birthday cake. He tried to be a good sport as he reluctantly blew out his candles, but it was obvious that he was burning on the inside.

    It couldn’t get any worse.

    The doorbell rang and Archie answered it. On the other side was none other than Cheryl and the rest of the junior class of Riverdale High.

    “We heard there was a party and thought we would stop by,” Cheryl said.

    “But you weren’t invited,” Veronica hissed.

    “Aw, and we brought a keg and everything.” Cheryl fake pouted before turning to Archie. “What do you say, Archie-kins?”

    Archie paused. “Set it up outside.”

    And thus began the pandemonium. Loud Top 40 was blasting from the DJ’s speakers while all of us danced or played drinking games. Y/N lost her friends quite quickly but easily spotted a drunken Archie and Veronica in the middle of the living room. She stumbled over to them before she reached Archie, laughing when she accidentally spilled some of her drink on his shoes.

   “Sorry, Archie,” Y/N called over the music.

   “It’s fine! Wanna dance?”

   Y/N nodded as she, Archie, and Veronica danced together. Somehow, Y/N ended up grinding on Archie while twirling Veronica in front of her. Veronica smiled lightly and leaned towards Y/N.

   “I didn’t know you could dance!”

   “There’s a lot you don’t know about me!” Y/N giggled as she pulled Veronica close before casually switching places with her so that she could dance. 

     Archie didn’t seem to mind as the two of them got really into it, but Y/N casually continued twirling until someone grabbed her. She stumbled for a second before looking up and seeing a concerned Reggie staring at her.

    “Reggie? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

    “Cheryl texted everyone about this. Can we talk?” Reggie asked.

    Y/N shook her head. “No way, I’m at this party so I can forget about what happened?”

   “Why would you want that?” Reggie asked.

   “Because I felt bad about what I said.”

   Reggie was stunned by Y/N’s confession but when he tried to probe her for more information, the drunk girl simply begged him to dance with her, which he obliged. Reggie spun her around before pulling her close, smiling at the way she was laughing so much. Then, he did the unthinkable and kissed her in front of everyone. Y/N hesitated before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Soon, they were making out in front of everyone and neither of them seemed to care. When they broke apart, Y/N’s forehead was resting against Reggie’s as she panted.

    “That was fun,” she said.

    “Y/N—”

    “All right, everyone, time for secrets and sins!” Cheryl called over the music.

    Y/N opened her mouth to respond to Reggie but got tugged away by Veronica and was forced to sit with her and Archie in the living room. Cheryl and Chuck looked much too confident for Y/N’s comfort, plus, she hadn’t realized that she had just made out with Reggie in front of everyone.

   “What was that with you and Reggie?” Veronica asked.

   “What?” Y/N asked.

   “Okay, guys, you know the rules, it’s like truth or dare but you confess something. Ronnie,” Cheryl said cheerfully, “why don’t you go first?”

   “I don’t want to play this stupid game, Cheryl,” Veronica said.

   “Aw, come on, Ronnie, you’re sucking the fun out of it,” Chuck said.

    Veronica glared at Chuck and Y/N shifted in her seat as she glanced at Reggie, who was sitting across the room from her. She felt bad as Reggie continued staring at the tips of his shoes.

   “I’ll play.” Reggie looked at Y/N before looking at Cheryl. “Over the summer, I met this beautiful girl—-amazing hair, body, face—-and she was way out of my league, but I still went after her. We started sneaking around because her friends don’t like me and I was fine with that, but now, I’m tired of hiding it because I’m in love with her even though she’s smarter than me and could have any guy she wants and her friends hate me, but I don’t care.”

    Y/N shook in her seat both from holding back tears and from nerves do to his confession. Foolishly, she wondered for a moment if Reggie could have been speaking about anyone besides her.

    “And who is this amazing girl that’s got our Reggie Mantle head over heels in love?” Cheryl asked.

    Reggie looked at Y/N. “She knows who she is.”

   Chuck glanced between the two and laughed. “Y/N Y/L/N? Really, Reggie?”

   “Shut up, Chuck,” Jughead snapped.

   “Why should I? The Riverdale jock has been sneaking around with this nerd.” Chuck stared Y/N down and Veronica protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Maybe I should’ve taken you out.”

   “Back off, Chuck,” Reggie spat.

   Y/N suddenly felt nauseous and she whispered so to Veronica as she stood. Veronica stood with her and glared at Chuck, but Cheryl blocked their path.

   “You don’t get to leave until everyone has a turn,” Cheryl said.

    “You won’t care about turns when my friend vomits all over your Gucci boots,” Veronica shot back.

    “But Y/N hasn’t told us how she feels about Reggie. Do you love him or were you just using him?” 

    Y/N glanced at Reggie, tears welling up in her eyes even more. Her drunken mind was far too jumbled up to create words, but her heart ache spoke enough for her. She could only imagine how hurt he was as Veronica led her out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. There, she emptied her stomach’s contents before resting her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet. When she was done, Veronica helped her lean back and clean up. Then, Y/N burst into tears, disgusting, hiccuping tears. Veronica knelt to her level and tried to console her.

    “What’s wrong?” Veronica said.

    “I…I hurt him, s…so b-b-badly,” Y/N managed to say between sobs. “H-he t-t-told m-m-me th-that he w-w-wanted t-to be open ab-about u-u-us but I d-d-didn’t want to.”

   “Why not?” Veronica asked.

   “B-because a-all o-of you h-h-hate him a-and I f-fell for him! I-I didn’t want t-to lose any of you.”

   Y/N expected Veronica to treat her coldly, say something classy but snarky, or quietly berate her. Much to her surprise, Veronica hugged her and rubbed her back.

   “You’re not going to lose me, Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Veronica said.

   “Wh-what?” Y/N asked as she calmed down.

   Veronica pulled away, smiling. “Sure, Reggie isn’t on the best terms with everyone, but you’re my friend and I care about you so if he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”

   Y/N sniffed. “Thanks, Veronica.”

   “Anytime. Now, let’s get you cleaned up before we get back outside.” 

   Y/N nodded and let Veronica help her clean up. By the time they got back outside, the party had dissolved with only Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie standing near the front door.

   “What happened?” Veronica asked. 

   “Chuck took things a little too far,” Betty said.

   Jughead looked up at the two, specifically at Y/N. “Is it true that you’ve been sneaking around with Reggie?”

   “Yes,” Y/N whispered.

   “And you never told us?” Betty added.

   “No, but what was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, guys, I just finished making out with the guy you all hate and I actually love him too’,” Y/N replied.

   That stunned her friends.

   “You love him?” Archie finally asked.

   “Yes, I may be a little drunk right now, but I love Reggie Mantle. He’s big, strong, funny, and respectful and I don’t care what any of you think.”

   Archie was the first one to hug Y/N. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. But if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”

   “And I’ll help him,” Veronica added.

   “We all will,” Betty said.

   Y/N frowned. “So, none of you care?”

   “If he makes you happy, then I’m fine with it,” Betty said.

   “And it might take a while for me to warm up to it but I’ll still support you,” Jughead said.

   Y/N couldn’t believe it—-her friends actually supported her relationship with Reggie. She and Reggie could’ve been public sooner and they wouldn’t have had to hide in the first place, really.

   “Is he still around?” Y/N asked.

   “He’s outside, he was worried about you,” Jughead said.

   “Thanks.”

   Y/N took a deep breath before walking outside of Archie’s house. Reggie was sitting on the first step of the porch, his back facing her. For once, she felt calm around Reggie as she walked over to him and sat down. He glanced over when he saw her.

   “You feel better?” Reggie asked.

   “Yeah, a lot better.”

   “Look, I’m sorry about what I said during that game—actually, I’m not because I love you and I want everyone to know and if your friends don’t like it, screw them because—”

   Y/N cut him off with a sweet kiss before pulling away. “I love you too, Reggie, and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was too afraid of what my friends would think and they didn’t care at all, as long as I was happy with you.”

   “And are you?”

   “I think so.”

   Reggie kissed her, making Betty, Veronica, and Kevin feel gushy while Jughead and Archie simply sighed in acceptance. All they knew was if Reggie hurt her in anyway, he would regret it. 

2

“You look really pretty today.”  The young prospect blushed, an armful of empty beer bottles for disposal cradled in his arms.  The guys were really making him work for his patch.  It was sort of comical.

“Thank you.”  You replied, twisting back and forth in the bar stool you were seated on.  The goofy grin on the prospects face fell quickly, and you knew that meant that Jax had found you.  Sure enough, the blonde’s hand came to rest on the small of your back as he glared at the prospect.

“Beat it.”  Jax growled.  Slowly the prospect nodded, down casting his eyes as he turned to throw out the beer bottles he had collected.  Jax’s lips found their way to your neck as both of his arms wrapped securely around your waist.  “I hate that prospect.”

“You only hate him cause he flirts with me.”  You teased.

anonymous asked:

Hello beautiful, not sure if you take this kinda of requests but if you do -if not just ignore please- can you do bts reactions to gf getting dominat/rough (hair pulling,bitting,getting on top etc)with them after a day long of teasing. Thank you

I’m such a submissive person but I would fucking dominate Bangtan in a heartbeat breathe if you agree

BTS: Reaction to you getting dominant 

Jin: He didn’t even notice he was doing it. The way your body tensed when he laid his hands on your butt, he just thought it was because he scared you. The way you shivered when he left small kisses on your neck just made him think he was tickling you. He could sense you starting to get irritated as he was kissing you, so he pulled away and went to sit on the couch.

When you were suddenly on top of him with an angry glint in your eyes, he was shocked. Your lips found his sensitive skin, and so did your teeth. It was so unexpected but it got him excited.

“You’re very pretty… (Y/n)…”

Yoongi: The whole day he’s been teasing you. Butt grabs, 30 second makeout sessions, being pinned to any surface you were near… But you were sick of it. 

“Listen here you little fucker.” You sat on top of him in bed while he was watching Naruto. 

“Woah (Y/n) your fat head is blocking the TV” He complained while trying to look around you. When you suddenly grabbed onto his hair at the back of his head and slammed your lips into his, he knew just what he got himself into.

“Fuck you’re so hot when you get like this baby…”

Namjoon: He knew the whole time. He knew just how you’d react, even though it took you a bit longer than usual. He started off with waking you up in the morning by eating you out, but not finishing you off. Randomly fingering you while watching a movie or cooking but still, never letting you finish. 

When you decided you’ve had enough of his teasing, you pinned him roughly to a wall, an angry glint in your eyes. He watch you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk as you kissed his neck and let hickeys that would be hard to cover later. 

“It’s about time baby girl, you gonna show daddy how much you need him?”

Hoseok: It was just one of those days. He was feeling really playful. The worst part about it? You were around people most of the time. Fingering you under the dinner table, pressing his hips against your butt when you were preparing dessert for everyone… He really fucking loved your reaction. The way you would old back your moans and curse at him under your breath. It was all so cute to him.

Everyone left, and he was sitting on the couch with crossed arms, waiting and expecting you to get freaky with him. His eyes never left yours while you sat on his lap and palmed him through his pants.

“I’ll fucking destroy you Jung Hoseok.” You spoke breathlessly while pressing your hips into his and pulling on his hair to force him to look up at you.

“Oh yeah baby? I’d like to see you try.”

Jimin: He couldn’t control himself. That outfit you were wearing for him was just so… perfect for you. The way your dress clung to your body and how your ass nearly fell out when you bent over, he couldn’t help himself. He smacked your ass every time he passed you, or pinned you to a random surface and grabbed onto your jaw roughly.

It was annoying after a while. Why didn’t he just fuck you already? Maybe he could sense your anger and furthered it so you’d do this…

When you tied his wrists together behind his back he got excited to see what you had in store for him. His eyes never left you ass you left hickeys down his body and gave him a blow job.

“Is my cock too big for that pretty little mouth of yours?””

Taehyung: He has a lot of hobbies… But lately his favorite one has been teasing you. Kissing you but biting your lip unexpectedly right before he has to leave, and tons of butt grabs-your weakness. Even when he was too tired to function, he’d still manage to make you wet. 

Irritation slowly kept building until you couldn’t take it anymore. When Taehyung came home from dance practice, you immediately pinned him to the door, forcing his button up shirt open. He was shocked at first but he started to slowly enjoy it. 

“I’m sick of your teasing.” You were a little flustered because of the look on his face. 

“Mmm you’re going to punish me? Are you sure about that?”

Jungkook: He was good. Too good. Smooth body rolls and thrusts on camera, and at home he’d just prove his amazing skills in bed. But he found out that when you watched his dancing and he wasn’t home, that you’d masturbate. He loved having that image in his head while he went to work, so he decided to tease you more while he was home. Grinding his hips against yours and hot makeout sessions before he’d leave for work.

One day he came home and you were no where in sight. He cautiously went to your room and sat on the bed. “(Y/n-) He was cut off by you sitting on his lap and kissing him, grabbing is hair and tugging. He’d let out soft groans as you kissed his neck and bite down hard. He was so thrown off guard but he was so amazed with your beauty.

“I’ve always heard being bit by an angel is good luck, you should do it more often…”

If I were to compare Jimin to fire, then Jungkook is like ice.

I see Jimin as the most temperamental person in the group (nobody else comes close tbh). And although he is mindful of how other people perceive and judge him, he can’t quite hide his anger when he feels like he’s been wronged. He’s easily roused, volcanic in nature, and holds grudges for a long time. He’s just highly emotional and defensive all around.

Jungkook on the other hand is much more cool and collected. He’s the type to sharpen his anger quietly. He shuts down and withdraws himself emotionally from the source of conflict. And although you can clearly see something is bothering him, he’s not the type to admit anything if he can get away with it. He lets most things pass (unlike Jimin who is much more confrontational and needs to settle things verbally); Jungkook picks his battles. But if he does gets pushed to his breaking point, I think he’d be the type whose anger can chill you, the kind that makes you break out in a cold sweat because it’s so unexpected and just.. harsh.

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