“Psh…” I heard someone whispered in my ear. I shrieked and turn around and it was Yoongi. “You…” I was about to say but I was still recovering from the sudden surprise, he laughed.. He sat down in front of me and quickly grabbed the drink. “You know, you should’ve had seen your face…it was priceless”he said still laughing and hitting my arm , and then took a sip. I kept silent for a minute and grabbed my drink and took a sip. He kept eyeing me. So, I decided to break a silence. “What do you want?” I asked biting my lower lip. “Nothing, I heard V say that you friend zoned him and I just want to make sure you’re alright.” he said looking into my eyes. “But why, though?” I asked him avoiding his gaze, something about the way he looks at me…makes me nervous somehow. “Because you’re practically part of us now” he said. “Part of you guys?” I asked confused. “Yes… you’re practically our friend..especially mine” he said smiling. “Yours?” I said while my heart kind of crushed and at the same time raising. “Yes..” He said still smiling. “But….” I was about to ask but he cut me off. “What did you said to V.. he cried for nights alone in his room” he said. “He has never cried so much in his life” he added, making me feel guilty. “I just said that I loved his company and such, but I would prefer that we keep being friends actually best friends.” I said. ‘Oh’ he gestured and nodded his head. “He though that I had a crush on Hoseok” I said, once again feeling guilty. “Do you?” he asked while he raised his eyebrows and a sudden tone of jealousy but he quickly cleared him tone. I put my head down and kept in silence, trying to figure out what to say to him. “Y/N?” Yoongi called and that made my heart explode in happiness. every time he called my name my heart responded. “Um…I…I don’t know” I stammered. “You don’t know?” he asked to himself. “Well you better decide…the clock is ticking and someone is waiting for you to make your decision” he said serious expression with a grin and that made my heart melt. “Well..Y/N…I have to go back to the studio…Thanks for the drink” he said with a cold expression while getting up from his seat and walking away not even looking back at me.
Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.
WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing
“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.
“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”
“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.
As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.
“Babe, knock knock?”
“Not another one J.”
“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”
“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.
“Oh. Knock knock?”
“Who’s there?” I sigh.
“A broken pencil” he smiles.
“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.
“Never mind it’s poin-”
“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke.
“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.
As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.
“Babe really” I laugh.
“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”
“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”
“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”
“Who’s there” he cooed.
“Al.” I smirk.
“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it.
“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.
“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.
“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.
“Jeff” I whisper.
“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.
He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.
“Jeff please” I moan.
“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.
He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.
“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.
“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.
“Jeff!” I scream.
“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.
“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.
“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown.
“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.
He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.
“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back.
“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans.
“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.
“J-JEFF!” I scream.
He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.
“Who’s there” I laugh.
“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.
“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.
“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.
“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.
“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.
“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up.
“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up.
“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.
“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.
“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”
“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.
“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.
“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.
“Get a room!”
“Jess, your room is upstairs!”
“Get it Foley!”
Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.
“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”
Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”
I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”
He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.
“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”
I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.
“Okay fine, just be careful J.”
“I will baby, I love you.”
“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.
*4 Weeks Later*
Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone.
“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation.
“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.
“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.
“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.
“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.
I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read
World’s greatest son
world’s best companion
Even a better dad
Gone but never forgotten.
“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’
A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.
A/N: the last part will probably be called “finally” from how i feel abt this trilogy coming to an end HAHA. sorry this fic is really short btw qq i’ll try to bump it up for the next ^^
[11:29 PM] Jimin:is requesting a video call…
[11:30 PM] You:missed a video call from Jimin.
Three months have passed since the accidental encounter with Park Jimin, your cyber fuck buddy. You would have never guessed that a random stranger from a dumb online game would grow the slightest ounce of significance in your life; then again, perhaps you just got lucky.
[11:30 PM] Jimin: wtf are you doing, don’t you want to see my face?
[11:32 PM] You: We have thirty minutes till midnight and i want to sleep
[11:32 PM] Jimin: well i just want to see you
[11:33 PM] You: ur literally seeing me tomorrow. leave me alone omfg
It isn’t a lie that you are going to hop on a short plane ride to see him in person after viewing his face through a small screen for months. Honestly, the few months of phone sex and dirty texts lost their excitement and thrill. So, like every time before, Jimin pressed on the fact that you should see him.
And after giving the same response of “no” for a while, you finally comply and the long awaited day is less than 24 hours away.
So why the fuck is he requesting to video call as if that day is never arriving?
“So considerate. Though I can’t believe you kicked everyone out of the house so you could take me to bed.”
“One of the many benefits to being High Lord.”
“What a terrible abuse of power.”
#2 Life priorities as a High Lord
“Too bad there isn’t room in the tub for two.”
“A design flaw, and one I shall remedy tomorrow.”’
#3 The true burden of a High Lord
Don’t they know by now that they can find you down here?
Of course. But I never go to the same spot twice in a row, so it usually takes them so long to find me that they don’t bother. Plus, they know that if I’m here, it’s because I want to be alone.
Poor baby High Lord, I crooned. Having to run away to find solitude perfect for brooding.
#4 Mature, serious, responsible ruler
Rhys pinched my behind, and I clamped down on my lip to keep from yelping. I could have sworn Clotho’s shoulders shook with laughter.
Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. “I figure it’s time for the world to know who really has the largest wingspan.” Cassian laughed, and even Azriel smiled. Mor gave me a look that had me biting my lip to keep from.
#5 Best teacher of his time
“I believe my little lessons helped.”
“Yes, ‘Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for’ is undoubtedly how I learned to read.”
“I was only trying to tell you what you now know.”
# Rhysand? Competitive? Never!
“I need—a toilet.” [Nesta]
I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do? His brows shot up.
Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.
Mercifully, or perhaps not, Nesta’s retching filled the silence. Cassian gaped at Rhys. “What did you do?” “I asked him the same thing,” I said, crossing my arms. “He said he ‘went fast.’ ”
Nesta vomited again—then silence. Cassian sighed at the ceiling. “She’ll never fly again.”
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3
Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!
Your P.O.V The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey.
‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly…
Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.
“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”
Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.
“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”
I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.
I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.
“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.
“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”
My foot brushes against something soft.
“Is that another gym sock?”
“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t…” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.
Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.
He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.
Heh. Pulls out.
“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.
“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.
“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”
I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.
He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.
I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.
He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.
“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”
I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.
“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.
“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.
I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”
He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.
“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.
I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”
After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.
Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.
I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.
I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.
I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.
I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.
How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.
How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.
I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.
His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.
“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.
He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.
“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.
“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.
He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.
“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.
He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.
I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.
“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.
“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.
“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.
I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.
His face reddens a little before he nods.
“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.
He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.
“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.
I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.
“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.
I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.
Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?
His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-
The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.
Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-
Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.
Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.
“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.
God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.
“Peter… just ask me…”
“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I
lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.
“Hi,” Peter greets me.
“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.
He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.
“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.
I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood
“I’m okay, Peter.””
“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.
I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.
“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”
I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.
“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.
“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.
I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.
I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.
I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.
I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.
“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.
I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.
I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.
Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.
My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.
Are human even supposed to be that red?
He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.
I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.
He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.
He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.
I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.
I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.
Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.
Has he done this before?
“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.
He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.
I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.
“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.
His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.
My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.
As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.
Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.
As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.
“Do you want to go further?”
“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.
He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”
I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”
“No you don’t,”
He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.
I pull him down to the bed.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.
I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.
He’s bigger than I thought.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.
“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.
Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.
I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.
Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.
Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.
I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.
“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.
Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.
“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.
“You okay?” Peter asks.
“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.
Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.
Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.
I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.
“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.
A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>
Word count: 2,239
My back was resting against
the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I
felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was
all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always
made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I
was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single
Honestly, I just needed
something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in
anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.
Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) maybe..you didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…
WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing
Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.
Babe I’m sorry about the other day
Baby please pick up…
What do you want me to do?
I can bring strawberry ice cream for you
Babbbbbby please answer me
I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.
“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh.
“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile.
“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.
“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.
“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”
“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.
“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.
“See you kiddo, be safe.”
“I will, love you”
They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.
“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.
“What the hell do you think your doing y/n”
“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.
“What the hell were you doing”
“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”
“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it.
“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared.
It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth.
I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.
“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more.
“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled.
“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.
“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now.
“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.
“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.
As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.
“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss.
“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.
“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.
I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.
“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.
“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.
“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.
“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.
“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.
“J-Justin, I’m ab-”
“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever.
“Justin?” I pant.
“Yes angel” he smirks.
He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.
“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing.
“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.
“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.
“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.
“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him.
“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing.
“Baby?” he pants.
“Yes?” I ask in the same state.
“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.
A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you
hey guys, just a quick lil fluffy oneshot I wrote about Reggie! I’m not really sure if I like this one, but I just wanted to write something kinda cute. If anyone has any prompts, please send them to my ask, though I can’t promise I will write them all!
Summary: Reggie x (Y/N) Flufffff.
(This gif is NOT mine. Credit to @joeck for this beautiful Zach Dempsey gif. Obv I’m aware its not Reggie, but I think it fits this oneshot so wellllllll.)
Author’s Note: This is the first smut I’ve written that’s actually one of Dyl’s characters, and I love Stuart so I picked him. I got the idea from my best bb Caitlin. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for reading it over, proofreading, and lurking around when I was writing it last night. Hope you all enjoy!
I’ve known Stuart for literally most of my life and ever since he’s left for college we haven’t had the chance to meet up and see each other. A lot of people don’t really know this, but Stuart was ultimately the one who took my virginity. A few days after that night, we couldn’t stand being away from each other, and managed to find our way into his bed again. That night, he made me cum so many times that I lost count. They way his hands, lips, and tongue felt on my warm skin it easily became addictive, especially that wonderful cock of his. For not having sex that many times he really knows what he’s doing and I’m loving it, so much that he’s ruined it for other guys. After so many times that we had fucked we decided to become friends with benefits, none of us declared the whole “no strings attached” rule, because I’ve honestly had a crush on him since we were kids, I just don’t know how he feels about me. It’s been about four or five months since me and Stuart have fucked and I’m going through major withdrawals.