Series Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways…
Heeey can you do a reaction about jealous ikon? Pleassseee! Jealous boy are sexy 💖
A/N: Made it into a “how would” because idk
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also IKON changed some of their stage names, but will that stop me from calling them their original names??? nah.
B.I: Intense.I think Hanbin can either be very jealous or not at all; but when he’s jealous it’s pretty intense. I’m talking death stares that could kill a person and if your talking to someone else at a distance from Hanbin, you could practically feel his harsh glare burning into your cheek. And if the guy was obviously flirting with you he will tell him straight up, “How about you stop flirting with my girl/boyfriend before I kick your ass.”
Jinhwan:Needy. He’s definitely the jealous type, but it’s because he wants your attention 25/8. Like, this boy loves to be the reason you laugh and smile, so when he sees someone else being that reason, he can get pretty selfish. He would wrap his arms around you, continuously leave a peck on your lips, hold your hand everywhere while saying, “I love you so much.” He would become so needy. *you’re the dog*
Yunhyeong: Sulky. I can of get the vibe that he would be one to be like, “why do you you go hang out with your new friend, you guys really seem to be hitting it off,” and then walk away with pout on his face. It would be more cute than anything else because his facial expressions would look like a little puppy, but once you kiss him on the cheek his face or show him any sort of affection he would lighten up.
Bobby: Slighty Protective. Like Hanbin, his stares and overall attitude towards the person flirting with you can be intense, but unlike Hanbin, he wouldn’t let anyone be flirting with you and be far away. He’d be by your side whenever you two would got out because he feels like there’s no one else he’d rather be with. So, when someone is brave enough to come up and flirt with you while your boyfriend is there, he’d just pull you closer to him.
Donghyuk: Content.He doesn’t get jealous easily. He completely trusts you and knows that you’d never do anything to hurt and vice versa. There are moments that he’d be a little wary, but that’s because of the one flirting with you because he doesn’t know what that persons intentions towards you are. Other than that I don’t see him getting jealous, but if he did it be subtle.
Ju-ne: Defensive. I think he would try to deny it as much as possible, even when it was so obvious, “No, I’m not jealous! I just don’t like him/her.” Also, like
Yunhyeong, he would be sulky as well and roll his eyes at every given moment possible. An unnecessary loud groan would come from his mouth every now and then just to interrupt whoever was speaking to you, but when you turn to scowl him he’d just smile innocently.
Chanwoo: Subtle. Like
Donghyuk, he wouldn’t get very jealous. Of course, he’d get a little sad if you wanted to hang out with someone else than him, but that’s about it. He’d pout about it, but he wouldn’t show that he was jealous; he’d talk about with you, “I know you have friends, but I wish you’d hang out with me a little more.”
I looked down, getting
ready to bend down and snatch them up, but then I saw his large hand grab them.
My body froze and my eyes squeezed shut, my teeth latching onto the dry skin of
my plump bottom lip. “Y/N…” He spoke softly, the deepness of his voice sending
shivers down my spine. I felt his hand gently wrap around my wrist, turning my
around to face him. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up to him. “JiWon…”
Warnings: language, mention of injuries, mention of stitches
A/N: You guys want more - you got it! Hope you like it, and there will be at least a few more parts that I’ve got planned. Beta and general life credit to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for reading everything and putting up with me
◇ In which you should never tell Chanwoo anything.
◇ Bobby x reader
◇ some gang!booboboobooboobooby also ezcuse the fac t thT this is really short like the rest of my writing i promise i try to makr them long but it never works out ;-;
“You’ll never be hurt,” he promises, his voice a mere whisper to match the quiet atmosphere. His words have love blossoming in your chest, and you have to snuggle deeper into his embrace to prevent yourself from squealing out.
“I already know that,” you remind him teasingly, though you like the occasional reassurance. Bobby scoffs gently, making you laugh at his reaction, and then he’s rolling you both over umtil he lays on top of youl
“Well, I want to keep telling you,” he smiles gently. He’s always so uncharacteristically gentle when you’re together, just the two of you, no worries and no responsibilities. “I want to make sure you feel safe.”
“I always do,” you shrug softly, reaching a hand up to play with the hair that had flopped forward, brushing it back carefully, his eyes watching you lovingly. A grin grows on your face, “Besides, with your temper, any person who even thinks about hurting me is too dumb.”
“And that’s the way it should be,” Bobby finishes off pridefully, a laugh rising from your chest as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.
You knew you shouldn’t have told Chanwoo anything. As sweet and kind as the boy was, he was much too eager to please and loyal to your boyfriend and the rest of his members. Which meant that when you told him to keep the bruises and cuts forming on your wrist a secret, and he said, “Of course”, it really meant that he was planning to call your boyfriend as soon as possible to tell him of your run in with Bangtan.
It had been a normal summer day. Business was bustling, the hot weather calling people to buy beautiful flowers to match the blistering heat. The AC had been turned on high in the florists, but you were careful to not disturb the flowers or even the compost that you sold in the shop with the contrasting temperature. An occasional person would enter just to stand out of the hot air and into the cool shop, and you pretended not to see them just because you were that nice of a person.
One particular man who had entered the shop, not bothering to actually buy something but was browsing the flower choices leisurely, as if he was actually going to buy something - though you knew better, but you didn’t try to push him out into boiling weather.
If you looked closer, maybe you’d see how he was constantly scanning the store to see how many customers were still in the shop, or how he was always situated near the register, where you almost always were unless somebody needed your help with something. If you looked closer, maybe you could’ve seen the letter B tattooed behind his ear. If you looked closely, maybe you would’ve seen him approach you once there was nobody else in the store, all of the customers striding out of the shop at random intervals with their arms full of bright flowers.
Unfortunately, you didn’t look closely, and you only noticed the man had approached you once his hand clasped tightly around your wrist, making you instinctively turn around frightfully, backing up a few steps from the man towering above you.
The man’s demeanor has you shivering, fear pooling in your stomach as you try to pull your wrist from his painfully tight grasp. Your phone was under the register’s desk - you wouldn’t be able to access it without him noticing.
“D-do you need help with something?” You curse yourself internally for the stutter in your voice, breathing bated and waiting anxiously for what was going to happen next.
He smirks, tilting his head to the side in an almost patronizing way that makes you want run out of store. “Not much, sweetheart. I just need you to deliver a little message for me. My name’s V.”>
You don’t know why he’s telling you his name - especially with the fact that you’re Bobby’s girl, and Bobby is famous for having a bad temper. The man - V - tightens his grip on you, making you whimper out, your other hand desperately clawing at his hand to get him to release you. He was extremely strong, and he was obviously taking it out on your poor wrist.
“I want you to tell B.I - oh, and Bobby too, for that matter,” he starts, stopping for a second and humming, as if thinking out his next words. “That Bangtan don’t take too kindly to being messed with. Tell them to think of this as a little warning.” He digs his nails into the soft skin of your wrist, making tears pricks at your eyes and the fear in your stomach plummet deeper and deeper.
He releases you roughly, pushing you away and watching with some sort of sick satisfaction as you fall back onto the wall behind you, knocking down a few trinkets and clutching your wrist to your chest, tears flowing down your face not only from the throbbing pain but from the sheer fright coursing through your veins.
A smile lights up his face, and you watch as he gives a mocking little wave before he’s traipsing out of the store happily, whistling a merry little tune that ends shivers down your spine. You’re silent for a second, the seriousness of the situation settling into you, and then you’re quick to scrabble for your phone, whipping your tears away quickly and turning the open sign to closed.
It takes a few minutes to lock up, but you’re glad to be out of the store. The streets are bustling and much more public, so nothing can possibly happen without being seen. You take a seat at the bench you had outside of the flower shop and pull your knees to your chest, still incredibly shaken at the incident as you swipe through your contacts with shaky fingers.
Junhoe, Donghyuk, Yunhyeong… Bobby and B.I were definitely off of the imaginary list you’d made, for the simple reason that you didn’t want Bobby to find out, and B.I would tell him without a second thought. The second Bobby found out, the second he would be out for blood and his temper tended to be unstoppable once it reached certain heights.
You couldn’t call Junhoe, Donghyuk or Yunhyeong because you were pretty sure they were in Japan on business. The only option was Chanwoo. You wait with shaky breaths as the phone dials, shutting your eyes and hoping to calm yourself down.
“_____?” You hear the familiar tone of Chanwoo’s voice, sighing in relief just from hearing the voice of somebody you knew. “Why are you calling me? Are you okay?”
“There - there was a bit of a complication,” you bite your lip nervously, wanting nothing more than to be home and in Bobby’s arms - thoigh you knew he was busy today. “Can you, maybe, pick me up?”
“Uh, okay,” his voice is confused but he doesn’t question you, “I’ll just go tell hyung-”
“No!” You exclaim before you can stop yourself, eyes snapping open as you hear his words. “No, it’s fine, really. Don’t say anything to him, please, Chanwoo.”
Chanwoo is there within twenty minutes, most of which you kept yourself busy by tapping your foot rhythmically against the wood of the bench. Your nerves have calmed just a bit, but you still jump at every person with red hair who passes, or somebody who’s wearing all black.
You get up from your seat as you see him approaching, not even bothering to let him park the car properly before you’re slipping into the cool interior, your heart calming more in these few seconds that in the past twenty minutes.
He seems to be waiting for you to speak, but with how you’re curled up, wrist clutched close to yourself and breathing still slightly uneven, he realizes that you’re not planning to say anything - at least, without his help.
“So,” he starts with a sigh as he stops the car at a red light. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Okay, I guess I’ll just have to call Bobby hyung and ask him what’s going on-”
“No!” You object. He shoots you an incredulous look and you realise just how strange you must seem at the moment. With a sound of reluctance, you setlle back into your seat. “I - someone came into the flower shop.”
He gestures for you to continue.
“He was from Bangtan. He - he roughed me up a little, that’s it. Nothing major-”
Before you can register it, he’s grasped your wrist and pulled it away from where you were clutching it close, making you wince. His eyes are widening as he zeroes in on the swollen skin and the bloody red nail marks.
“_____….” He breathes worriedly. He’s not worried about your injury, and rightfully so. It would fade and eventually disappear in a few days. No - he’s worried about what will happen when Bobby inevitably finds out about how you got hurt - and then hid it from him - and gets angry. You’re sure another one of Bangtan’s goons is still recovering from the last time Bobby got mildly angry.
“You’re not going to tell Bobby, right? This needs to be kept a secret,” you insist. Seeing his uncertain look, you frown, turning fully to him. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at him unnervingly. “Right?”
As soon as you got home, you made sure that all the doors and windows were locked. Call you paranoid, but if Bangtan wanted to deliver a warning, they would deliver a warning, no matter where you were.
Chanwoo offered to stay with you after he saw how scared you were, but you quickly brushed him off - Bobby would get suspicious if Chanwoo was staying at your house for no reason, and the plan was to act as of nothing happened for as long as possible.
You decided to take a shower next, figuring that the steam and warmth would calm you down - but your heart still pounded everytime you thought you heard something outside of the bathroom. You carefully washed over yourself, making sure to not strain your sore wrist - you groan when you see finger-shaped bruises on your wrist, the finger nail marks still embedded in your skin. It would be hard to hide, but nothing a long sleeved shirt couldn’t fix.
It’s only when you’ve slipped a shirt over your head that you hear the door slam open. Eyes widening, you scamper to the top of the staircase to take a peek of the door, and who’s standing in the doorway.
“O-oppa?” You ask in confusion, tilting your head. The first thing that comes to mind is that he knows, somehow - but you try and keep a positive outlook and think about other things that could’ve made him angry. “What’s - what’s wrong?”
Your heart speeds up as he storms up the stairs to meet you, snapback placed over his dark hair, eyes stormy as he finally reaches you, reaching for your arm. Instinctively, you pull your hand away, taking a step back. Bobby clenches his jaw, shaking his head as he grips your arm in his hand, “Don’t start this, _____ .”
You continue to struggle against his hold, desperately trying to free yourself from him, but it’s no use - he yanks up the t-shirt roughly, revealing your injured wrist. He inhales sharply, and you whimper as his grip begins to tighten. “B-Bobby, you’re hurting me…”
That seems to snap him out of his reverie, because he’s gently running his thumb over you now, stepping up onto the same step as you so that he can fully wrap his arms around you. Sighing, you gladly bury yourself into his embrace. This is what you’ve wanted ever since the incident happened.
“Who did this to you, baby?” You hear him say angrily, teeth gritted together as he pulls away to stare at you. You shake your head, avoiding his eyes, but he’s quick to grasp your face gently, turning you to meet his gaze.
“I - it’s not important,” you murmur, watching as he only grows more frustrated and angry - not at you, but at Bangtan.
“It’s completely important,” he insists, reluctantly releasing his hold on you. He watches as you sit on the stairs, resting your head on your hands. “Nobody hurts my girl and gets away with it, you hear?”
“Please,” you beg, “I know what you’re like when you get like this… You - you could get hurt…”
He sighs, and then he’s stepping down so that he’s kneeled on the step below you, bowing his head to meet your own shielded eyes. “I promise, baby girl. I won’t get hurt.”
It’s silent for a moment as you relay your choices, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands rubbing up and down your arms comfortingly in an attempt to not give in to his persuasive ways - but it’s no use, of course.
“He…” You start nervously, biting your lip, “He said his name was V.”
Bobby releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, feeling the sweltering hot anger well up in his body. He knew exactly who you were talking about. But he pushes it down, for your sake, and nods.
“Thank you,” he says quietly, cupping your face gently. You nod, and Bobby almost grits his teeth at how scared and small V has made you look - all from a few minutes in your flower shop. “Come on, you look like you could use some sleep.”
You look surprised, and relieved, watching with wary eyes as he stands. “T - that’s it? You’re not going to go after him?”
Bobby shakes his head, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Not now. My princess doesn’t feel safe - it’s my job to make you feel safe.”
And with a relieved sigh and a tiny smile, you bury yourself back in his arms, and it feels as if it’s the safest place on earth. All thoughts of danger and anger have completely escaped your mind, especially as you’re led to your bedroom, slipping under the warm covers and falling asleep in the arms of the love of your life.
Can i please request a bobby smut? something where reader and bobby are classmates and are secretly having a no-strings-attached kind of thing. but you get strangely jealous when your best friend and him are flirting with each other >.<
A/N: I’m sorry for the wait.
Breathy moans filled
the humid room, along with the distinct sound of the bed frame hitting the wall
and soft whimpers. It was dark, only moonlight shining into the room through
the open window. Then everything went still, the only sounds were quiet huffs
and puffs of uneven breathing. A loud groan pierced the silent room, the male
moving to the side. Then the sound of ruffling blankets, then another groan,
then the soft sound of bare feet hitting the wood flooring. More rustling
ensued, before the soft whisper of a girl bid goodbye, walking out of the room
and through the house. Finally getting to the front door, she looked at the
time on her phone. ‘02:59’ glared at her, causing her to squint her eyes in
discomfort. At the time, she kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes, slipping the
device into her back pocket and walked out the door. The air was slightly
chilled, making her hug herself just a bit tighter as she hurriedly made her
way across campus to her dormitory.
◇ “Now’s not the time to be getting shy on me, doll - you certainly weren’t when you were sitting on my lap.”
◇ Bobby x reader
You weren’t stupid, and you definitely wouldn’t deny that you had feelings for Kim Jiwon - or Bobby, as he was more widely known. He was handsome, and smart, and funny - there was only one problem; he was your arch-enemy.
It was stupid, admittedly; it had started way before you had entered high school, with Bobby challenging you to see how many maths problems you could solve in one minute (you won), and from then on, it was known that you and Kim Jiwon didn’t get along one bit.
But as you grew older, and you started to develop, you couldn’t help but thinking about him and noticing how he’d changed; his sharp jawline, his tall and slim stature, his stupid humor and his adorable laugh… And you couldn’t help but get jealous when other girls would talk about him, even though you had no reason to be.
But if you were any two things, you were stubborn and oblivious, so you tried to ignore your feelings while simultaneously having no idea his existed.
“-and anyway, ______,” Dahyun explains, folding her arms in irritation as she looks up and down the road, waiting for the school bus with you, “You can just go with me and Tzuyu to prom - we’ve both decided that we don’t need dates, and we’re just gonna stick together-”
She huffs directly after, peeking up the road and groaning, “Where is this bus?”
You roll your eyes at your best friend, seeing her face light up when she spots the bus and darken straight after as she realizes that she’s going to school. “It’s not that I can’t find a date to prom,” you object, readjusting your bag as the bus approaches, “Because people have asked me - they were just not my type-”
“You mean Bobby,” Dahyun teases, turning to see your reaction and getting hit on the arm a few seconds later. “Come on, ______. We all know it’s completely true.”
“And by ‘we’, I’m guessing you mean you, Somi and Tzuyu?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, watching as the bus doors open in front of you. You board the bus, greeting the bus driver, and spot your seat. Well - not your seat, because it wasn’t given to you, but practically everyone knew that it was your seat. With Dahyun sitting next to you and Tzuyu and Somi sitting in front. Bobby and his friends sat a few seats in front of you, which meant that you had to walk past them at least once a day - if you were lucky.
Dahyun shrugs, sitting next to you as the bus starts to move again. She greets Somi and Tzuyu, before turning to you. “I’m pretty sure everyone knows by now. Unlike you, we’re not completely oblivious.”
You frown, hitting her on the shoulder yet again as Somi and Tzuyu turn around in their seats to face you. “Are we talking about _____ and Bobby?” Somi asks, resting her chin on the handrail on the back of her seat.
Your eyebrows raise as you exclaim in exasperation, “Why does everyone know about this except me-?”
“Can you keep it down, ______?” A voice asks. You look up, and of course, there he is. Kim Jiwon, Bobby, whatever you wanna call him. Amongst your talking with your friends, you hadn’t noticed that the school bus had stopped at his stop, and that he had boarded with the rest of his rowdy friends who were already filling the bus with noise. “It’s too early for your voice-”
“Says the one who’s friends are acting like a bunch of dogs,” your nose wrinkles as you take in the nature of his friends, shouting and throwing stuff and doing idiotic things that you wouldn’t dream of doing. “Put them on a leash, will you?”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t answer back, but only raises an eyebrow with a tiny smile and turns to his friends. They don’t quiet down, but he doesn’t contribute to the noise and a part of you hopes that it was because of you.
Turning back to your friends, you’re met with cheesy grins and knowing looks. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and huffing as you turn to look out the window. “Maybe… maybe you’re right…”
About a half hour later, you see the school start to appear in the distance, and as usual, some people start to stand, waiting patiently as the bus drives along quicker than usual to get to the school.
Just my luck, you think, as you stand and wait as well, only to be left standing directly beside Bobby and his other friend who was sitting by the window. You hold your breath, hoping that with the speed of the bus - which was, unusually faster than usual - you’d get to the school and not have to breath in the same space as him. You could feel him staring at you; you hoped your cheeks weren’t as red as they looked-
It all happened so fast - one moment, you were blushing to yourself at the thought of Kim Jiwon, sitting next to your standing form, and the next, the bus was braking incredibly quickly, sending you lurching back and straight into Bobby’s lap with a squeal.
As the bus halted to stop, you tried to catch your breath, taking in what happened in the last second. It was only when you realized that somebody’s hands were wrapped around your waist did you stand up, blushing furiously bright and trying not to look at your ‘arch enemy’ who was doing the same.
You brushed yourself off with trembling hands, not looking at Bobby as you muttered ‘sorry’ and almost sprinted off of the school bus. So preoccupied with getting away from the embarrassing situation, you didn’t notice how Bobby called after you, wanting to ask a question that had been on his mind for a while.
“It was so embarrassing,” you groan pathetically, shoveling kimchi stew and rice into your mouth in an attempt to just forget about everything from this morning. “I’m sure I was as red as a tomato-”
“You were,” Somi chirps in. Dahyun giggles and Tzuyu is rolling her eyes, but she’s laughing too. How nice to know that your friends can laugh at your pain.
“-that’s not helping, at all,” you continue to rant, “And I fell straight on his lap. Jeez, how am I supposed to be his arch-enemy if I can’t even look him in the eye anymore?”
“Plot twist,” Dahyun puts on her best ‘narrator’s voice’, “You’re not meant to be arch-enemies. You’re supposed to be lovers!”
Your nose wrinkles at her wording. “I don’t want to have sex until-”
“That’s not what I meant,” Dahyun groans, finishing up the last of her food, “And you know it.”
Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to Somi and Tzuyu, grabbing your lunch tray and walking towards the garbage bin. And who’s table do you have to walk past? His, of course - it seems like the universe is out to get you. You don’t understand - did you forget to feed the dogs? Did you accidentally break someone’s heart when you refused their prom invitation-?
“Hey, ______!” Someone’s calling you and you know it’s not a friend, because they’re using your last name, and anyone on a last-name basis with you is either stupid or mean or both. You turn your head to the side, to see Hanbin, one of Bobby’s friends. He’s not stupid but he can be annoying, so it doesn’t surprise you what he says next. “You wanna sit on my lap?”
The table he’s sitting at rings with laughter as everyone recalls the incident this morning - and you see him, Bobby, laughing along. You don’t know what it is, maybe the fact that you thought he could’ve liked you or the fact that you’ve never been so publicly humiliated before, but you feel tears of frustration sting at your eyes, and then you’re shoving your lunch tray into Dahyun’s hands and striding out of the cafeteria, everyone watching you leave in silence.
Embarrassment is clawing at your stomach and you know you probably over-reacted, but you know what’s going to happen now - the incident would spread all over school, people would find out you liked Bobby, and then he’d laugh in your face because who would like the girl they’ve been fighting with for the past few years? You’d be humiliated even more, and now you were dreading even going to the next class.
“Ugh,” you groan, sliding down against your locker and wiping at the stupid tears that had managed to trickle down your skin. “Why am I crying? God, get yourself together, ____.”
“______!” Someone’s shouting, and your heart stops. You know who it is, and his voice sounds close - you consider running away but then he’s turning the corner, panting and frowning as he sees you.
“What happened back there?” Bobby asks, kneeling down beside you. You sit up straight, putting on your best ‘I’m fine’ face, and looking at him in confusion.
“What exactly are you talking about, Kim?” You ask, turning your head away from him and hoping you’re upholding your prissy and prim demeanor. “Nothing happened.”
You tried to ignore how your heart was beating erratically because he’s kneeling down close to you, he came to check up on you, he’s concerned. Bobby raises an eyebrow. “Nothing? You looked on the verge of tears.” At your silence, he sighs, “Look, I just wanna make sure you’re okay. And, actually, I have something to ask you, but I don’t think I want to if you’re feeling emotionally unstable…”
He trails off on a playful note, and you roll your eyes, leaning your head back against the cool metal of the locker. You bite your lip - are you about to do this? Screwing your eyes shut, you take a deep breath and start. “Okay, so maybe I was just a little upset because I thought you possibly… liked me, I guess, and then I saw you laughing at Hanbin’s joke and I felt a little… humiliated, okay?”
You open your eyes and he’s staring at you, biting his lip with wide eyes. You roll your eyes, starting to stand up and dusting off your skirt. “Forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything.” You feel a stone of mortification and awkwardness settle in your stomach as you start to walk off.
“Wait!” You don’t know if you should keep walking or stop, because honestly, this could go two ways - he rejects you, or he somehow miraculously returns your feelings. You decide to stop, turning your head to watch him get up and walk towards you.
“You never asked me what I was gonna ask you,” he says tilting his head to the side. You raise an eyebrow. Seriously? If he was gonna reject you, he could just do it simply. Nonetheless, you decide to play into his tricks and amuse him.
“Do you, maybe, wanna go prom with me?” The breath is knocked out of your chest and you know you shouldn’t react this way - it’s only prom, after all, he’s not proposing -, eyes widening and eyebrows contorted in confusion.
“You - me - prom?” You ask incredulously. “You… wanna go with me… to prom?”
“Would this be the right time to say I’ve had a crush on you since the start of high school?” He wonders, grinning a dopey smile as he sees the blush rising on your cheeks.
“No? Probably?” You breathe out, biting your lip, “I mean, I’ve had a crush on you since… I don’t know, but I do-”
“Well, then, prom date,” Bobby says as he grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers, “What do you say we go back to the cafeteria and clear things up with your friends? Dahyun looked as if she was about to have a heart attack.”
“That - that would be a good idea,” you mutter shyly, looking down to the floor at your feet walking in sync with Bobby’s.
He raises an eyebrow, nudging you playfully, “Now’s not the time to be getting shy on me, doll - you certainly weren’t when you were sitting on my lap-”
Requested: A4 (oral sex) A11 (penetrative anal sex) A14 (face sitting) B12 (heavy eye contact) D13 (squirting) & D14 (face fucking) with Bellamy Blake from the 100.
Prompt: Y/N (Bellamy’s good friend and confidante) offers Bellamy some release after a long day of negotiations.
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader
Warnings: smut, as mentioned above, nsfw visuals
A/N: !!!THE GIF(S) ARE NOT MINE. CREDIT TO THE RESPECTFUL OWNERS!!! So I decided to include all of those minus the penetrative anal sex because I honestly have little to know idea how to write about that. I’ll do my research and have it ready for another piece of writing. I hope you guys like this smut piece. Lol I feel like everyone has requested Bellamy smut, so here goes!
With Finn, Bellamy and Clarke gone, you and Octavia were running things. Work in the camp had been completed before nightfall and you let everyone rest for the remaining portion of the day. You and Octavia smiled around, happy with how the camp was looking, before you went your separate ways.
You just got to the tent you & Bellamy shared and you knew that he would be back any second. You knew how much talking to the Grounders stressed him out, so you had a little surprise for his return. You were always shy to take the next step in your flirty friendship with Bellamy, but you thought today would finally be the day. You were currently laying in your bed, naked and awaiting Bellamy’s arrival.
“God damn them, Y/N!” Bellamy stormed in, not looking towards the bed. He took off his shirt and started ranting, as he normally did. “The Grounders are so damn stubborn. And now that Clarke is sexing things up with Lexa, she’s on their side too. They want us all to move in together, like some big happy family. Like I’m supposed to live with those animals!”
“I’m sorry, Bell,” you whispered and thought that maybe he needed verbal comfort more than physical comfort. “Let’s talk about it,” you stand up and decide to get dressed, your back facing him just as he turned to face you. His eyes raked over your body, his pants tightening as he realized your intentions. Bell quickly made his way over to you and held your wrist, pinning it to your back as you reached for your shirt.
“Does the little angel want to play with the big bad wolf?” Bellamy presses himself to your back and whispers into your neck, smirking as the hand pinned to your back now has easy access to his bulge. Your face turns read and you moan as he lays a wet kiss against your neck. “Were you going to seduce me?”
“I was here to relieve you,” you whisper and tilt your neck, giving him more access. “You can use me all you want, Bellamy,” Bellamy moans as you speak out, his hips pressing into your back. You palm his bulge through his pants and he sucks on a small patch of your neck.
“You can bet your cute little ass I’m gonna use you,” his free hand comes around and squeezes your ass. You yelp and he smacks it. “You don’t want the whole camp to know what we’re doing, do you?” He whispers into your neck. kissing and sucking on small patches all along the side.
“I-I don’t care, Bellamy,” you pant out and Bellamy growls.
“You’re right, let them know you’re mine,” he turns you around and pushes you down on your knees. “Get to work, angel,” Bellamy watches you as you sit up to remove his belt, your lips grazing his waist. His breath hitches in his throat you you pull down his pants and boxers. He quickly steps out of them and moans as you kiss his inner thigh. Bellamy snarls and wraps your long brown hair around his fist.
Your eyes meet Bellamy’s as you kiss his tip, letting your tongue taste his leaking precum. You moan and close your eyes as Bellamy follows suit.
“Fuck yes, angel. Just like that,” he whispers and tightens his grip on your hair, bobbing your head back and forth. The moment his tip touches the back of your throat, Bellamy goes wild: he grabs your head with both hands and starts moving his hips rapidly, face fucking you as best he could.
Bellamy looks down at you, your eyes meeting his as his hips move roughly against your face, causing you to almost choke on his size. Your eyes don’t leave his as your hands grab hold of his balls, rubbing them between your fingers. Bellamy nearly loses it, he screams out your name as his balls bounce off your chin and his erection twitches in your mouth. He’s been with other women before, but never with one like you. Your mouth was designed for him and him only.
“Fuck, angel,” he whimpers, his eyes growing darker as he takes in the sight of you. “I’m so close,” he whispers and you moan over him, the noise sending vibrations over his dick. Bellamy groans and your core leaks at the husky noise. He thrusts against your mouth a couple more times before releasing finding his release inside your mouth. He moans and yells out your name, his hips twitching as his grip on your hair loosens.
You swallow every bit of his cum and run your tongue along his shaft and tip one last time to clean everything up.
“You taste so good, Bellamy,” you whisper and blush as his eyes meet yours.
“Stand up, angel,” he commands and you stand up immediately. Bellamy’s eyes raked your naked body and you clenched your thighs together to keep your wet core from his gaze. Bellamy, of course, noticed everything. “Open your legs a little, baby. Let me see what you’re hiding.”
Your knees go weak the sound of Bellamy’s voice alone. You slowly open your legs and he smiles, his eyes growing dark.
“I wonder how the angel tastes,” he whispers and grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him. He dips his head to your neck, trailing wet kisses up to the small area beneath your ear. Bell nips the delicate skin and whispers out gruffly. “I want you to ride my face, feel my tongue going in and out of you, my hands all over your ass. Can you do that for me, angel? Will you ride my face?”
“B-Bell,” you whimper, pressing your hips flush against his as you feel his erection growing once again.
“I need you to answer me,” he growls out and smacks your ass, a low moan leaving your mouth as he does so.
“Y-yes,” you press your lips gently to his neck, letting your tongue lick a long stripe along the side. “I need to ride your face.”
“Good,” Bellamy growled and pulled you both to the bed. He laid down, his head resting on the pillow as his eyes watched you. “Crawl to my face, angel,” Bellamy whispers and you do as he asks.
You sit on your knees at the edge of the bed, your legs on either side of Bellamy’s. You slowly drag yourself up, your wet core making contact with his erection, his hips, his defined abdomen, and his chest as you leave a trail of your juices on him. Bellamy moans as he feels how wet and swollen you are for him. You reach his neck and Bellamy sees your glistening core. He smacks your ass and decides to pull you up himself, unable to wait.
He lowers your hips against his face, his mouth teasing your slit. He breathes in your scent and moans, his hands squeezing your ass as you bite your lip. Unable to wait a moment longer, Bellamy pulls you down. Your swollen lips meeting his ready ones. You moan loudly at the contact and Bellamy follows suit, the vibrations causing a tingle in your lower stomach.
“Angel tastes so good,” he whispers and his lips move against your folds. Your hands reach down and you grab a hold of his hair as his tongue enters you. You scream his name and Bell holds on to your hips, his arms snaking around your thighs from behind. He smacks your ass and you jolt. You feel his smirk as he holds you down to his face, his tongue teasing your clit as you moan. You’d never felt like this before, how were you supposed to hold off for so long?
“Don’t hold back, angel,” Bellamy moans against you, as though reading your mind. “Cum all over my face, I want to taste all of you.”
You pant, moaning Bellamy’s name as you tug on his hair. His thumb reaches around and presses against your clit as your thighs shake. His tongue enters you and swirls around your tight, hot crevices. You moan as he finds your g-spot, and you’re now unable to hold back.
“BELLAMY, FUCK!” You tug his hair and scream his name as you squirt all over his face, just as he wanted. Your body convulses over his as you ride out your high with Bellamy mercilessly swiping up your juices with his skilled tongue. Your climax ends a little too soon for your liking and you’re left blushing as Bellamy pulls you down, laying you atop him.
“Fuck, that was hot angel,” he whispers and kisses you, wanted to give you a taste of yourself. You moan into his mouth and he smirks, running his hands through your hair. “Let’s go to the river. Clean ourselves up quickly?” He kisses down your neck as you smile.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” you whisper and tug on his hair, happy that you finally had the guts to seduce the handsome devil.