Too Soon - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: 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.”



“Noo babe”

“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 who?” 

“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.

“Yes y/n?”

“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.

“Knock knock?”

“Who’s there” I laugh. 

“I love”

“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.

*Tomorrow Night*

“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 

Jeff Atkins

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.

Maybe Next Time (m)

[10:36 PM] Jimin: babe, i have an emergency

[10:37 PM] You: what is it??

[10:37 PM] Jimin: um, i’m really hard right now. help me out

[10:38 PM] Jimin: baby, please. i want to fuck you so hard, hear you scream for me so fucking bad

[10:39 PM] Jimin: [image0541.png]

[10:39 PM] Jimin: please? :)

Synopsis: You’re finally seeing Jimin tomorrow after months of amorous skype sex, but the night before he asks for a small favor.

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // gaming au/long distance relationship

Genre: Smut, Humor

Word Count: 4k

Includes: skype sex, dirty talk

Trilogy: Until Next Time ↣ Maybe Next Time ↣ At Last

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?

[11:37 PM] Jimin: please, i’m kind of horny rn :)

Keep reading

5 Reasons Why We Love Rhysand

#1 Using his power for the greater good…or not

“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.”

Quotes from ACOWAR by Sarah J. Maas

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. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

Keep reading

Birthday Girl (NSFW/Smut)

Originally posted by dailytomholland

Author: Arfrona-and-Marvel

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Cursing/Sex

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Type: Fluff, Smut

Note: Virgin reader and Peter :) 

Requested: nope



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.

“I’ll live.”

“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.

He’s nervous.

“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.


Masterlist: x

sleepwalking to you | one

pairing: hoseok | reader

genre: angst , fluff , arranged-marriage au

word count: 3.334

warnings: angsty angst , swearing? , mentions of suicide/death

synopsis: “I love you. A little less today than yesterday. I miss you. A little more than I did yesterday, and sometimes it’s easy to forget, that your emotions aren’t like mine; they’re constant. You hated me yesterday, you hate me today, and tomorrow, it will be just another day like this.”

i just want to say, i have nothing against my boys, this is just a story.

don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it,,it always makes me feel better ^^

“Three things you need to know; first, I’m in love with another woman and I will die for her, I’ll do anything for a chance to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s the most important person in my life. Two, I hate your father. So fucking much, I could shoot him in the head. Twice. Just because he forced me into this, don’t think I’ll bend to his will, you’re not going to have the happily married life that he wants you to have, he won’t get the precious grandsons he wants so much. I’ll never touch you, never. And finally, I hate you. You could have said no, you should have said no to this. Instead, you trapped me in this life, this life that I sometimes wish I could just set fire to. So, keep that in mind when you look at me, it should stop you from smiling at me so much.”

Today, the sunshine was warm on my face but the air felt like little shards of glass, tearing through my skin and making me flinch. I stared up at the weak winter sun and realised that it was fighting a losing battle. The cold was just too much, today, grabbing both my arms to suppress a shudder, huddling closer to myself as I pulled my fir coat tighter and lightly touched my bag. It held a hastily packed lunch and 20,000 won worth of cash., not much but important to keep myself alive for the day, and my phone, an old battered Nokia with a peeling case and a scratched screen, which began vibrating and I groaned, glancing towards my watch. I was already 10 minutes late.

I worked as a secretary to a cranky producer who called himself ‘Suga’, but was more bitter than black coffee, and crankier than a three year old with colic. I was tired and not really in the mood to put up with his badgering, but then again, I wasn’t really into starving either, so I hailed a cab, staring sadly at the money that I would have to spend on it.

When I finally managed to reach the office, I was surprised to find Min Yoongi, ‘Suga’, in a pretty good mood, all things considering. He gave me a soft smile, a miracle that, and waved me to my office. I spent an hour or so organising his appointments for the coming week and then typing up the proposals to be sent to a dozen entertainment companies; all of them wanting Yoongi to become ‘exclusively’ theirs. Min Yoongi would never restrict himself that way, one of his biggest joys was delving into different types of music, he would never restrict himself to a single genre or concept.

As I typed out yet another page of boring details, the small bell over the door chimed, signalling someone’s entry. I look up curiously and froze automatically. After three years, I still didn’t know how to look at her. How did you look at your husband’s beautiful mistress without feeling like killing yourself? But I wasn’t a doormat, at least not in front of Kim Hyeri; she may have my husband’s heart, but I still have his name.

“Hi there, Y/N.” She said casually and I sighed. She was the same age as Hoseok, four years older than me yet she acted like a toddler, taking every opportunity to rile me up, but I wouldn’t let her get to me, I couldn’t afford to let her get to me. Then again, after three years, we have both become jaded enough to tolerate each other without incident. She didn’t rant and rave at me and I didn’t yell back.

“Hi, unnie. How’s your back? Yoongi oppa told me you sprained it dancing,” I said softy. Hyeri shrugged and took off her jacket, hanging it in the closet before slipping out of her cute little fur boots. She was an idol, her figure perfect, her face breathtaking and manners infallible. I smiled as she dug into her bag and carefully produced a small bottle of chocolate milk and a straw, sliding it across the table and smiled.

“Have a nice day.” She said softly, her gaze told me she meant it. Oh well, I accepted the gift, bowing politely. She gave me a searching look and finally took a deep breath she had been holding in.

“Hobi and I talked about marriage.”

I froze. Finally. There it was. I sighed as relief flooded through me.

“I’ll sign the papers as soon as he-”

“-He doesn’t want to marry me.”

I fought to keep my jaw from going unhinged.


“He thinks it will damage my career, so we’re going to put it off for a couple of years at least.”

I could feel my skin begin to crawl like there were thousands of fire ants all over my body, burning me. I could sense the anger, the frustration, the bitterness, threatening to spill over and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.

“That’s the most nauseating thing I’ve ever heard…” I spat out.

“It’s not like there’s anything you can do about it.” She said loftily, glaring at me before walking into the main office. I sat still, taking deep breaths, she was right. There wasn’t much I could do, my mother was old, dying. I couldn’t break her heart by going through an ugly divorce, and the divorce would turn ugly if I had to fight for it. Defeated, I stared at the papers in front of me. I didn’t even like my husband anymore, he was just another obstacle to my happiness. It was a pity because he was a nice guy in general, nice than most of the choreographers I’d met; he didn’t yell at people or try to control his students, and he was a phenomenal dancer, the best at his craft.

But he was a miserable husband, and I was his miserable wife.

That evening, I had to practically drag myself up to the apartment. It was a moderately expensive two bedroom flat, close to most of the dance studios that Hoseok worked at and a whole city ride away from where I worked. I sighed, pushing the scratched key into the lock and making my way in. The apartment was bright, the lights on and soothing music echoing off the walls. Great, he was home, which meant I couldn’t even grab a coffee before facing him. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and grimaced. I would never be called beautiful. I wasn’t hideous, but my features were painfully regular; straight hair, straight brows, button nose and lips. My figure was nothing different from the rest of the 90% Korean female population. Small, spindly legs. I wasn’t short, but I wasn’t tall either. I looked haggard, my hair messed and the white blouse I’d worn in the morning, now crumpled beyond redemption. There was also a small stain near my left shoulder, I scratched at it with my forefinger, making a mental note to soak it before tossing it in the washer.

“You’re late.” Hoseok’s voice came from the bedroom and I shut my eyes, trying to arrange my features into an expression that didn’t scream ‘murder’ and turned around slowly.

“I am.” I said blankly, trying not to stare as he casually took off his shirt and tossed it in the small hamper that stood on the passageway outside my bedroom. He swore and went to the thermostat.

“Did you change it again? It’s sweltering hot in this place!!”

I sighed and shook my head. “I didn’t.” I said, moving to drop my bag on the small table near the TV and taking off my jacket. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water and frowned when he followed me.

“I’m having two auditions with a couple of rookies tomorrow. I’ve asked them to meet me tonight to brief them, fix dinner for them.” He said casually, I just stared at him, annoyed.

“Really? I was hoping we could order in…” I said miserably, every joint and curve protesting at the thought of more work.

“It’s the least you can do after forgetting to stock up on milk, again. I told you I need that for my protein shake.” He said calmly, moving to slip on a tank top and I sighed. I wasn’t really strong enough to pick a fight, especially after the scintillating news I’d just heard. I didn’t know if Hoseok knew that his girlfriend had already told me about their plans, it was funny that they planned out their life without giving a damn about me, although I was intricately involved in it myself. I didn’t want to bring it up either. Over the years, I’d learnt that there was a time and place to talk about things like this. I had to be at my maximum capacity, not half dead from commuting two hours and haggard from a day of work. I moved to the bathroom to freshen up and then moved to the kitchen to start dinner.  

Idols seldom got the chance to eat well, and most of the kids who dropped by at our apartment were between 15 and 18, and they were always vociferously hungry. I did my best to cook large quantities and I’d inherited my mom’s talent for making delicious food with very little fanfare, but it still took the better part of 2 hours for everything to be ready and Hoseok was already in the small dance studio next to the sitting room, dancing and discussing with the kids. I hesitated before moving to the edge of the hall and peering in. Not for the first time, I felt my breath catch at how beautiful he looked with his fluid movements, long legs and wide shoulders moving flawlessly in front of the mirror as he demonstrated various moves.

Hoseok was a born dancer. He was only ever alive when he was on the dance floor, and I was proud of him for fighting his own father and deciding to pursue his dreams. Him and Hyeri had that in common, they had grown up together and broken free from the privileged upbringing to pursue their dreams. I gripped the edge of my dress and bit my lip. Three years ago, I’d been an art major in a normal university. I hadn’t thought beyond that and when my father had spoken to me about marrying a handsome young dancer with a bright smile and kind eyes, I’d never even considered myself saying no. My father had wanted a heir for his company and as the only daughter I would be the one to provide that for him. I hadn’t resented him for it, it wasn’t sudden, after all. I’d know it for a long time, and I’d been happy that he had picked someone down to earth and cheerful like Hoseok.

Sighing, I moved away and stretched, flinching when my back popped. That was a lifetime ago, a whole other life. My marriage had been a disaster from day one, and my father had written me off from his will last month, reminding me that I had failed to do the one thing I’d been asked to do. So now, when Hoseok did divorce me, I had nowhere to go. I thought of all the money I’d saved over the years, it wasn’t a lot but enough to at least keep me from starving until I found a way to get on my own 2 feet again. I had already looked up a nice, remote mountain village, far from Seoul. I wouldn’t stay within a thousand miles of Jung Hoseok, whether he’s intended to or not, he had destroyed my life.

But that night, when I was already in bed, I saw a shadow fall across the foot of my bed. Surprised, I sat up. Hoseok never came to my bedroom, he was smiling a little, almost fighting laughter.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, surprised.

“The…uh…choreography got approved for the last three songs I’d been working on…” He said softly. I smiled, pleased.

“That’s great news. You worked hard on it…”

He stood still and kept staring at me. “I’ve been thinking,” he whispered, “of getting a bigger apartment, closer to the city. You won’t have to travel that far everyday then.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Uh..okay, as you wish..“ I said, looking down into my lap. He stood for a second longer and then turned around without a second word.

I couldn’t sleep that night, my mind sinking into a huge plethora of what ifs?

What if we get along?

What if he didn’t love someone else?

What if, instead he loved…?

I tamped down that last thought with a firm push, I couldn’t think that. Not today. Not ever.

The call came in at 5pm.

I was on my desk, highlighting some minutes from one of Yoongi’s meetings when my boss came out, looking like death.

“Y/N…” He whispered in horror.

The look of his face was nothing, if not terrifying, and my first instinctive reaction was that someone had either plagiarised his music, accused his of pagiarism, or leaked an unreleased track.

“What’s wrong oppa..?” I stood up automatically and Yoongi just stared at me.

“It’s Hoseok..he…” My heart stopped. White noise roared through my skin, my toes and fingers went ice cold, my stomach contracting hard enough to cramp and my knees knocking together.

“Hoseok…?” I said, stunned.

“He was in an accident…”

I gripped the edge of the table while the doctor let out a huge sigh, his face filled with sympathy. “We’re going to have to amputate his legs.”

I exhaled deeply. “No. Absolutely not.” I said firmly, the doctor giving me a sympathetic look.

“Mrs.Jung..I understand that-”

“-No you don’t. I know your medical books teach you that the heart and the brain and what you need to survive, but for my husband..he needs his legs. He’s a dancer, doctor, if he wakes up and finds them gone, he’ll die. He really will. So I don’t fucking care what you say, I won’t sign that form. It would be the same as sticking a knife in his heart.” My voice trembled uncontrollably.

“The injury we’re talking about is to his spine. It’s unlikely that he’ll ever regain use of his legs and it will only affect his overall recovery. This isn’t someone negotiable…”

“I don’t care. There has to be another way…”

“His..uh..friend, Hyeri-ssi..? She told me to go ahead with it.”

I tried not to let my face turn red. “I’m his wife, I’m the one who gets to decide.” I said, willing myself not to start crying, now wasn’t the time…

The doctor stared at me for a while and then bent down to rummage in his desk drawer. “I shouldn’t be doing this but…this is a very new surgery. We’ve only attempted 32 of them so far and they have a less than 50% success rate, but it could help your husband without having to remove his legs.”

Relief flooded through me in a rush, “That’s great, let’s go ahead and-”

“-5 million will take 5 million won.” He interrupted firmly.

I froze. Oh god, that was a lot of money, but I didn’t think twice. I could find away, I had about a 1 million won in savings and…

“Okay. I’ll arrange the money just…just do it.” I said desperately, the doctor staring at me some more.

“Please keep in mind that there’s a chance that he could still end up losing his legs.”

“But there’s also a chance that he couldn’t,” I said firmly, “and that’s the chance I’m going to take.”

“He’s going to die on that operating table because of you.” Hyeri spat out furiously and I swallowed. I’d spent 3 hours calling everyone I knew, I’d asked Yoongi to sell my jewelry and he had given me 3 million won from his own savings. I had managed the rest by selling my wedding ring, the diamond ring had been the only beautiful thing in my life and my fingers looked and felt bare without it, but the money was paid and Hoseok was in surgery. He would get better, he had to get better.

“He would have died anyway if they removed his legs…” I whispered.

“I’m in love with Hoseok, not the dancer in him! I want him alive! I can’t believe you!” She cried out, tears tracking down her face in torrents.

“And I want him to live! Being alive is not enough if he has to stay in a bed for the rest of his life. Dancing is everything he has ever lived for, how could you think of taking that away from him?! He’s young. He’s strong. He’ll get through it..I know..” I tried to keep steady. I hadn’t slept in 30 hours, my body was threatening to shut down, but I couldn’t sleep, not yet. Hobi was in surgery and…

“I’m leaving.” She said suddenly.

“What?…” I struggled to get my head on straight while my vision blurred at the edges. Why did everyone feel the need to fight me on this? Did no one care that Hoseok could never survive without his art?

“I won’t stick around to hear how you killed the man I love. That will be on your head.” She whispered and I tried not to cry.

“He’s not going to die..he’ll wake up from that surgery and he’s going t want to see you…just…” Oh god…why was she making this so difficult?

“Just how delusional are you? His spine is mangled, he’s…he’s not going to make it. And all you’re doing is making him suffer more than he already has too…well, I won’t stand for it. I cant’t just stand here and watch you destroy him all over again.” Again? Had I destroyed him before? I hadn’t…had I?

I bit my lip as she grabbed her bad and then, after 10 steps she turned back and pulled out an envelope, pushing it into my hands. “Divorce papers, he signed them already, but you didn’t. So I can’t even use them against you the way I want to.”

I started at it in dismay. Sighing, I slipped it into my bag, I’ll think about this later.

When the doctor finally came out of the operating room, he looked worse than me. I gripped Yoongi’s fingers in mine as he came over to us. My heart began pounding, suddenly the thought that Hoseok may not make it hit me like a sledge hammer and I chocked on my own breath.

“Is…is he?” I stared at him, wide eyed.

“Your husband is a fighter, Mrs.Jung. He pulled through.” I shut my eyes, the relief making me realise just how scared I had been. How scared I had been that I had made the wrong decision.

“Is he going to be okay, then?” I whispered.

“I wish I could say yet, but really this is just the beginning. He’s going to need extensive therapy, physical and mental to get back on his feet. It can take any time between 6 months to a year for him to start using his limbs again. For now, he’s going to have to get to a place where he can recover completely. Somewhere nice and quiet, preferably warm and temperate climate that would be easy on him.”

I felt my shoulders droop. As the doctor moved away, I let myself fall back against Yoongi who tightened his arms around my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. Remember that kid I told you about? Jeon Jungkook? He has a resort in Jeju the he offered to let me holiday in last year. I’ll talk to him and we’ll arrange for Hobi to be shifted there. It will be okay..” He said calmly.

“I…what about the therapists..?”

“There’s an excellent physiotherapist in Jeju who I would recommend. His name is Kim Seokjin and he’s worked with some world class athletes before. He doesn’t charge money and if I’m guessing right, he was a friend of your husband when they were in school. Jin will help him out and well..I have a hoobae from school who was a psych major. But of a crazy guy but he’s good at what he does. Name’s Kim Taehyung, I’ll see if we can book sessions with him as well.”

I burst into tears, startling Yoongi and myself. “Thank you…” I said, honestly. “Thank you for helping me..”

“’s okay..” Yoongi inched away, looking partly embarrassed and partly horrified. “You’re a good kid. Hoseok is lucky to have you.”

I sighed, gripping the chair and levered myself up. There would be enough time to think about all this. For now, I really needed some sleep.

Naughty Girl - Justin Foley Smut

Justin Foley x reader

Request:  Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) 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…

I’m sorrrrrrrry!

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.

“Then don’t”

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.

“Yes baby”

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.

“Fuck me.”

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 

Summer Holidays: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

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.)

Keep reading

Too Much


Requested: no 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 page.

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.

Keep reading

BTS Reaction | Biting their bottom lip.

Anonymous said: BTS reaction to you biting their lip and pulling on it (gently, of course) while making out and if it would turn them on more or not?

A/N; Thank you so much for the request! 

Keep reading

Friends With Benfits

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Warnings: holy lord, a lot of sin.

Words: 3627

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!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


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.

Keep reading

Boy’s Night: ReggiexReader! Mini Fic Part 1

hey guys! here’s another reggie oneshot :) feedback in my ask would be appreciated! edit: i decided to make this into a mini fic so if you want a part 3 with smut, lemme know!

Summary: Drunk Reggie texts when he’s at the bar with the bulldogs!

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol.


Originally posted by nooowestayandgetcaught

Keep reading

Need a hand (Zach Dempsey x Reader ) Part 2

Request; Hi!! i love ‘Need a hand’ and if you’re up to it i would like to know how the story ends! 😏 you should write Reggie more. I also loved the Archie imagine you did! You’re so talented😍

A/N;  First of all thank you guys so much for everything and Girlllll let me tell you I am hype i definitely did not think this imagine was going to be so popular but it got over 390 notes  so yah girl extraaa hype anyways here’s part two.If you haven’t yet you should check out part one(Link below) and yo girl got a Jeff Atkins  and a Jason Blossom smut coming cause my baby’s should’ve never died and they deserved better plus I am obsessed with them so if you want turn on my notifications and stay tuned babies.Also hit my line or in this case inbox  or ask what ever floats yah boat if you wanna be on my tagged list.THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 146 followers 😍

Warnings; smut maybe cursing sin cause I am a sinner that’s why Jesus died for our sins in the name of the lord I need 10 gallons of holly water Amen


Part one  

Originally posted by knightlley

“now its my turn to make you feel good” he says kissing my neck

He goes down to my neck and I moan as he finds my sweet spot.He quickly comes back up as he bites my bottom lip asking for and entrance which I happily agreed to.

He tugs the hem off my shirt but I tease a little moving his hands away. This drives him insane. He  tugs on my shirt again and I give up so he takes it off. I flip us over so I’m on top and start taking off his sweatpants he helps me and then I straddle him and start grinding on him moving my hips back and forth.

He let’s out a soft moan and I smirk he then grabs my ass and I gasp as he stars increasing the speed of my moving hips. I can feel the bulge In his pants get harder. To tease him a little a get up and run away to the bathroom. He comes in and hugs me from behind as I stare at my self in the mirror.

He spins me around and sits me in the sink sliding down my jeans and taking them off. He moves my underwear and start putting one finger in. I bite my lip holding back a moan. I know that’s what he wants but  I won’t give it to him.

He pumps another finger in and I can’t hold my moans in as I let them out I can see him smirking, of course Zach is cocky about his ways I should’ve Imagined.My heartbeat is rising and so its the speed of his fingers. I hold onto his arm becoming weak from his touch and he chuckles.His fingers lose contact with my heat tormenting me and he picks me up and carries me back to his bed putting me down gently.He pins me down again attacking my neck with kisses.He slowly moves his hand to my back trying to unclasp my bra while keeping his balance.I arch my back giving him better access since he’s having a hard time. He starts  kissing down my neck now reaching the valley of my breasts. He takes my left one in his mouth swirling his tongue around it and I cant help but let out a cry of pleasure, He pinches my other nipple with his thumb and index finger causing me to groan out loud.He starts kissing down my body again  leaving hickies down my stomach. 

Originally posted by sama-slodycz88

He reaches the top of my underwear and plays around with the elastic  band pulling it and letting it go, I grow impatient and start bucking my hips up for him to notice my desperation. He does sliding off my panties in one swift movement. He separates my legs and comes closer to my dripping core he hums in appreciation which sends shivers up my spine.He pulls me thighs closer holding them tightly he digs in like is his last meal. He licks and sucks thoroughly causing moans to escape my mouth in an unconscious matter.His tongue works wonders down there as my eyes roll back from the pleasure, his greediness  attacking. I’m craving more but I can barely handle it.He looks fascinating between my legs, like is where he belongs.his tongue hits a certain spot and I scream. I can feel the knot quickly forming in my stomach warning me that I’m close to the edge.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

 He pulls away suddenly making me whimper at the lost of contact.He flips me over so that I’m laying on my back he reaches out the the drawer next to the bed and pulls out a condom rips it open and slides it on.He looks at me as if asking for permission  I nod smiling and he tells me to get on four I do as he says. He pulls my waist closer to his opening my legs a little he slowly slides in and I gasp enjoying the luscious moment.He gives me some time to adjust to his size and  then starts pounding into me, I feel like I’m on cloud nine his cock pumping in and out of me violently but I love every second of it. My core soaking wet I feel him hit the spot again and I warn him panting out a right there. Profanities flowing from both of us and he moan “ babygirl you’re so tight”.

The knot in my stomach becoming harder to hold. He slides in and out of me one more time and I feel the knot slowly untying a wave of euphoria surges through me as I scream out “oh fuck I’m cumming” he pounds into me a few more time coming undone as I tighten myself around him from riding out my high .Zach falls on top of me his body giving up and we lay like that for a couple of minutes trying to steady or breathing. He slides off of me onto the bed and turns to me.

“ so I think we should make our study session 3 time a week now instead of 2″ he says smiling.

“ we’ll see science boy we’ll see” I say smirking 

tutor ➳ jeff atkins

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

request? No

    summary: Jeff is failing History, so his teachers solution? Get him a tutor. And that tutor happens to be you, someone who has had a crush on him since Freshman year.

pairing(s): jeff atkins x fem!reader, hannah baker x fem!reader {Platonic}

warning(s): flirty!jeff

word count: 1,170

a/n: I needed more Jeff in my life, beCAUSE I STILL THINK HE DESERVED BETTER😭💔 anyway I hope you lovelies enjoy!

{Not my Gif!}


“What are you doing, Y/N?” I looked up at the sound of my best friends voice, and there Hannah stood with hands on her hips with a raised eyebrow.

“Studying?” I replied, looking confused.

“Sureeeeeee you are,” Hannah said, smirking as she plopped down on the grass next to me, “come on, Y/N, you know you hate sitting outside when you can burn. Just admit, you’re outside because Jeff is outside with his friends.”

“Way to make me sound like a stalker,” I chuckled, playfully shoving her as I ignored the red on my cheeks, “but no, I’m really studying.”

“Why don’t you just tell him?” She asked.

“I doubt he even knows who I am,” I replied, looking at Jeff who was laughing.

“I’d be surprised if he didn’t know who you were,” Hannah snorted, “you’re one of the most popular girls’ here,Y/N.”

“Because of track,” I pointed out. I was the fastest runner on our team, and usually brought the wins for us.

“Whatever you want to believe,” Hannah replied, rolling her eyes with a hint of a smile, just as the warning bell rang, “come on psycho, we have to get to Communications class. Are you still coming over tonight?”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” I gave her a sorry look, “I forgot to tell you that I have to tutor someone tonight.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Hannah gave me a warm smile as we got to our class, “sleepover after practice tomorrow?”

“Of course,” I smiled, taking my seat near Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey and Jessica Davis, “my house.”


“Miss Y/L/N, thank you for coming,” Ms. Myers, the History teacher, smiled as I walked into her classroom, where I shortly froze when I saw who I was tutoring. It was Jeff, “Mr. Atkins, this is Miss. Y/L/N, your tutor.”

Smiling his gorgeous smile, he sent me a small wave, as I awkwardly smiled back.

“I figured we could study in the library, is that okay?” I questioned, biting my lip in nerves. I mean hell, I’ve had a crush on this guy since Freshman year.

“Yeah, that’s fine, Y/N,” He nodded his head, before grabbing his stuff, and following.

“Woah, you know my name,” I mumbled to myself, not expecting him to hear, but I know he does by the chuckle that slips past his lips.

“Of course I do,” He chuckled, “you’re the reason our track team places, and you have the reputation of being the sweetest person in this school.”

“I do?” I asked shocked, it’s not like I talk to a lot of people, so I’m really surprised.

“Yeah, I was actually kind of excited to have you tutor me,” Jeff rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, as I bit back a grin and a blush.

“Why?” I asked in curiosity.

“I get the chance to talk to a pretty girl,” He murmured, and I knew my face was red.

“Let’s sit here,” I mumbled, pointing to my favorite spot in the library. We sat down quickly, and Jeff grabbed his books out, “let’s begin.”

// An hour and a half later //

“See, it’s not that bad,” I smiled, as Jeff closed his History book.

“It’s not when I have an beautiful tutor,” He flirted, and I looked down, trying to hide my smile.

“So I can’t tutor you tomorrow or Thursday,” I informed Jeff, whos’ lips formed into a pout, “but I can Friday?”

“Yeah, that’s cool, but why not tomorrow or Thursday?” He asked.

“I have a track meet tomorrow, then I’m taking Hannah dress shopping for the Formal next weekend,” I replied, smiling a little.

“Just Hannah? You aren’t going to the formal?” Jeff asked confused.

“No, um, no one has asked me, and I really don’t want to be a third wheel for Hannah and Clay,” I shrugged, as Jeff looked surprise, “why do you look surprised?”

“Just the fact that you don’t have a date,” He replied, “I figured you’d be one of the first girls to get asked.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” I shrugged, feeling kind of embarrassed.

“Damn it, Clay,” Jeff cursed under his breath, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?” I looked at him, with a raised eyebrow. I’m sure I probably wasn’t suppose to hear that, by the look of his face.

“Nothing,” He shook his head with a grin, “why don’t you come to the formal with me?”

“Jeff,” I sighed, i’ve wanted this for awhile, but not like this, “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to be a pity date.”

“WHAT?” Jeff said quite loudly, earning a dirty look from the librarian, “Sorry Miss. Reed, but Y/N, are you really that oblivious?”  

“Of what?” I asked, really confused.

“This isn’t out of pity, Y/N,” He shook his head, with an amused smile, “I’ve liked you for awhile. Clay was suppose to tell me if you had gotten a date, or not, because I planned on asking you weeks ago, but he said you were going with someone.”

“I was going with Hannah, but Clay finally grew balls and asked her so I didn’t have a date anymore,” I nodded, chuckling as he did, “why haven’t you talked to me if you’ve ‘liked me’?”

“I figured you’d think I was just some stupid baseball player,” He shrugged, making me narrow my eyes.

“Jeff, you aren’t dumb, and I would have never thought that,” I replied, before chuckling weakly, “I’ve had a crush on you since Freshman year, Jeff.”

“Really?” He sat up excitedly, staring at me.

“Mhmm,” I nodded in reply, as my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Okay, so how about this,” Jeff leaned forward as I raised an eyebrow, “If I score higher than a C on my next History test, you let me take you out for dinner, and then to the formal.”

I thought about it for a minute, before biting my lip and nodding my head.

“Okay, sounds like a deal,” I agreed, as a bright smile spread across Jeffs’ face. He went to reply, but was interrupted.

“Jeff, come on man!” We turned to see his friends; Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley, and Bryce Walker, and it was Bryce who shouted for Jeffs’ attention.

“I’ll see you Friday then,” Jeff said before standing up and grabbing his stuff, “with my test grade.”

Right before he left, he bent down and kissed my cheek, leaving them a bright, embarrassing red.

“Nice job, man,” I heard Zach applaud him, “Y/N’s a good person.”

“I know,” was the last thing I heard from the group, before they left. I smiled, and buried my face into my hands, letting out a tiny squeal.