A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.
Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.
“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.
Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.
And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.
Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.
They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.
And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.
And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”
So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.
“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”
And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”
Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”
“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.
But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.
And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.
When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.
“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”
“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.
“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”
Now that’s just nonsense.
“Sod off ye’ prick.”
It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.
She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.
It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.
“Go t'sleep, pet.”
And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.
The cuddles haven’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs haven’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.
If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.
The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.
“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.
“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.
She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??
The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.
“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.
When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”
His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.
Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.
“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.
The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.
“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”
And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.
She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??
“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”
But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.
And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.
“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”
As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.
And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.
Jumin meeting a barista MC? Is charmed tf off by her and he keeps coming back and finally asks her out on a date? I'm so thirsty for this man it isn't even funny.
~I really love this idea! Thank you for the request and I hope you like^^
V had recommended the coffee shop
So he felt he had to go
He expected to get a cappuccino once and be done with it
When he saw you, he noticed that you were cute, but he didn’t think anything else of it
You smiled and handed him his cup
There was art of a cat looking up at him as he held it in his hands
“You did this?” he asked
“Yes,” you smiled, “I’m sorry, I just love cats. I hope you don’t mind!”
Okay, he blushed a little
“Apologies if I gave the impression that I was displeased…I am actually quite fond of cats,” he replied happily.
He couldn’t help but stand there and talk about Elizabeth the 3rd
And he actually smiled when you asked to see a picture of her
“She is so adorable!”
He found himself coming back to see you, which was strange
The coffee was good, V was right
But it was mostly to see you ?
You never asked about what he did for a living
You never made assumptions
You just talked to him like a normal person
You cared about animals
He would sit and sip his coffee while watching you interact with the customers
You had a nice smile and were always so cheerful
He tried to not act annoyed when customers didn’t leave a tip
You knew his drinks by heart and made them just the way he liked
“Good morning, Jumin! The usual?”
One day he brought Elizabeth to see you
You made a cute giggle when he brought her to the counter
“Jumin…you can’t bring a cat in here,” you smiled warmly
“Oh? I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize,” he said
“It’s okay. Let’s step outside so I can meet her properly?”
She took to you right away and even let you hold her
She purred as you pet her head
“She can tell you have a kind heart,” he smiled
After that, he was completely taken with you
One day he came in but you weren’t there for your shift
He asked the manager
“She is very ill, I told her to stay home and get some rest…” he told Jumin with a worried look
He wouldn’t take coffee from anyone else
It wouldn’t taste right
As quickly as he could he put together a gift basket filled with essential oils and immune system boosting teas and food and fruits etc like just anything and everything he could think of plus bath products
Brought it back to the café
“Could you see that MC receives this?” Jumin handed it to the manager
He’d like to send it to you himself, but it wouldn’t be proper to have your address
The manager nodded
It seemed like he had waited forever for your return
Every day he entered and you weren’t there was another slight weight added to his heart
He found himself worrying about you
What was this?
You had been the happiest part of his days since he started conversing with you in the morning
It was only when you were not there that he realized just how much he enjoyed your company
How much he looked forward to seeing you
It had to mean something
His heart jumped when he walked through the door and finally saw you again
A smile growing on his face
It was like breathing fresh air to see your smile once more
“Jumin! How is Elizabeth 3rd?” you waved, “and thank you so much for the gift…it was too much, you really didn’t have to…”
“I would have sent more, if I knew it had helped,” he replied
You smiled briefly but ended up coughing a bit
“Are you alright? Should you be pushing yourself to work like this?” he said with concern
“I’m so sorry. I’m fine, I promise!”
He was slightly nervous all of a sudden, a new feeling
Watching you make his drink, he decided to finally make a move
“I missed your presence here in the café.”
“Oh?” you looked away a little shy, “but we have so many other talented people to make drinks!”
“Yes. Although, I would be lying if I said I didn’t prefer the ones you made.”
Okay now your knees are a little weak
You let out a nervous laugh
“If I may continue,” he said, “I realized that while the coffee was more than satisfactory, what I was missing was you. I’d like to take you to dinner?”
You dropped a cup in shock
Stuttering and smiling
He thought you were adorable when you were flustered
“I…w-would love that, Jumin.”
You nodded and bit your lip
He felt elated hearing this
“Perfect! Tonight, then? It’s a date,” he gave that endearing sideways smile of his.
Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.
Word Count: 3,180 (omg)
Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).
A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!
Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.
These past few days have been strange, to say the least.
Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.
Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.
Maybe I’m getting sick…?
Maybe it’s just the chills…?
You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.
It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.
“My mom is better than yours” - Batmom x Damian Wayne
Summary : The Kent family have invited your family over for dinner, and of course, as usual, Damian and Jon don’t quite…behave.
I just wanted to write a short little cute fic with Damian and his mama because I just love the idea of Damian being super proud of his Batmom and blahblahblah maybe it’s a bit too long sorry. I hope you will like it :
Bruce thought it was extremely cute, how Damian’s eyes always seem to shine when looking at you. How his face brightens. Even how ashamed he is when you scold him when he’s too cocky, or simply being a plain brat.
The kid thought you were just the best damn thing on this planet.
He admired everything you did…
The Batman had to admit it, sometimes, he was a bit jealous.
But mostly, he just thought it was really cute, to see his boy completely accepting you as his mother. Hell, he was even calling you “Mama” (damn period dramas) now !
You were the one he considered his mom (Talia actually tried to kill you a few times because of that, jealous beyond everything of you and the love “her” son seemed to have for you…She tried harder when Damian told her that she was “never his mom”, that you showed him what a real mother was, and also, when she realized how in love Bruce was with you, while she had to drug him to get him to sleep with her…Yeah, pretty jealous. You always pulled through though, mostly thanks to your boys, husband and superfriends).
Well, to be honest, he never doubted the fact that you’d get along with him. You had a special effect on people. If you really put your mind to it, you can convince anyone to do what you want, you can win anyone’s heart in a little flutter of your damn beautiful eyelashes…
When Damian first met you, he was most disagreeable, and you…grounded him. “Young man, in your room, no dessert for you tonight”, and he was so stunned that he did it, though he didn’t even listen to his father at the time, and thought he knew everything better than everyone ! He knew you only for a few minutes, and he already had more respect for you than for anyone else.
Sometimes, Bruce suspected that you might be a meta-human, because the power you could have over people with your magnificent aura was…something. But he tested you in every way possible, and he had to admit that, you were just like him. A simple human. A simple human with incredible abilities.
Yes. Bruce always thought it was extremely cute the way his son, your son to the both of you, almost worshipped you.
Well, your older kids did too. Again, there was just a way about you…
You started dating Bruce when he first took young Richard Grayson in, about twelve years ago (right after Talia drugged him actually), when he was barely 8 years old and heartbroken because of his parents’ death…And though you were merely twenty, quite younger than Bruce really, you took your job as a surrogate mother for Dick very seriously. Quickly, the boy asked you if he could call you mom, if his own mother would be mad and…well, the hug you gave him was answer enough. Though he was twenty and had his own flat in Bludhaven now, Dick was still quite the momma’s boy.
It was pretty much the same with Jason. You winked at him and told him it was pretty cool and brave to try and steal the batmobile’s wheels, and boom, you had him wrapped around your little fingers. He lived for your bedtime stories and cuddle when he had trouble sleeping.
Tim was even easier to treat you like his mom. After only a few months he was already introducing you as his mother, and that was that. Just natural. Unlike Jason and Dick, his birth mother wasn’t exactly…the best, and you gave him a chance to have a real mom. One that would die for her son, do anything for him, even if it meant staying up all night to sing him soothing songs while he had the flu, putting ridiculous costumes to go trick or treating with him, or, more recently, since he was now 15 (already ?!), gaming with him until you’d both pass out out of exhaustion.
Quite like Tim, Damian never had the love of a “real” mother. How it should be. The mom taking care of her son, no matter what. Not letting him do whatever he wants, but making sure he’s happy…and so, just like his older brothers before him, he came to simply adore you.
i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!!
warnings: kissing and swearing
word count: 2002
requests are open:))!!
sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.
the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.
“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.
i love his smile
peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.
You awoke to the feeling off movement under you. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you slowly opened your eyes. Oh.
You didn’t remember falling asleep in this position so you assumed it happened while the both of you were asleep. Jungkook was laying underneath you, his right arm wrapped around your waist. Your head rested against his chest where your right hand was placed next to and your left hand was behind his neck, able to reach his soft hair. Not to mention you manage to cling to him like a koala: Your right leg was wrapped around his torso and his left hand rested on your knee.
Feeling flustered at your close contact, your face grew red. He stirred again and this time, his eyes started to open. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart beat.
“I know you’re awake,” Jungkook’s hoarse voice made you snap your eyes open.
Chucking at your flustered state, he took a strand of your hair and pushed it away from your face.
“You woke me up,” You muttered, not bothering to move in the slightest, “You move around too much.”
“Well, if you moved around and didn’t cling to me like a koala, I wouldn’t be here,” He rubbed his face with his hand.
It was funny. The embarrassment was practically radiating off the both of you yet neither of you made a movement. You stayed, face planted against his chest, looking up at his expression. His eyes were still adjusting to the light pouring in from your window. His hands didn’t move from around your waist nor did his legs kick you off of him.
Hm, maybe you were enjoying this a little too much.
“You don’t have class today, right?”
You shook your head, and wiggled in his grasp. Letting his arms loose, you sat up and stretched your arms out. Whining at the sound of your back cracking, you pouted, “Great. Now I’m sore from the position I was sleeping in.”
“You’re sore?” He asked with a smirk, “My leg has been asleep this entire time and the slightest movement puts me in excruciating pain.” He smiled at the end of his statement. Was this boy always so competitive and confident?
“Any movement, huh?” Now it was your turn to smirk. Before he could speak, you shoved him off your bed and he landed on the floor with a thud.
“Ow,” Jungkook said, void of any emotion.
“Come on. You had to see that coming,” You grinned, walking over to where he was laying.
Standing up, he puffed his cheeks out in an adorably angry way while you simply stared back at his with a cute smile.
“You owe me breakfast.”
“Wha–Fine,” You grumbled. Grabbing some clothes from inside your dresser you turn to Jungkook who was looking around your dorm room.
“Aren’t you going to change?”
“Right,” he snapped his fingers before grabbing his phone resting on your nightstand. “I’ll meet you at the cafe.”
“Okay, bye!” He stepped out of your room and you walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
“You clean up well,” You smirked, remembering how he looked this morning: his disheveled yet still perfectly styled hair, his wrinkled clothes, and tired eyes.
“I try,” Jungkook smiled with a shrug. He sat across from you and you slid him his usual order.
“You know my order?” He grinned, mischievously.
For a second you paused before blurting, “Of course. I sit at the booth right near the line, so I’ve learned most of the usual customer’s orders.” When he raised an eyebrow as if in doubt, you proved it, “Like her. She comes every Monday and Friday and orders a milkshake.”
Just as you finished speaking, the girl was next and she ordered her strawberry milkshake and waited near the counter.
“I don’t know whether to be impressed and call you observant or a stalker,” Jungkook chuckled, causing you to nudge his arm from across the table.
“So what’re our plans for today? I’m being your wing girl, right?” You asked, as he took a bite out of his breakfast sandwich.
“Yeah, but let’s have us day before we jump into finding my pen pal? It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone from childhood,” He tilted his head to the side, a shy smile appearing on his lips.
“Me over your pen pal? I’m honored,” You placed a hand on your chest, and wiped a fake tear away.
Rolling his eyes, he crumbled the empty wrapped and grabbed your hand. Tugging you out of the booth, he lead you out of the cafe.
“I’m going to show you all of my favorite on campus spots. I’m assuming the cafe is all where you’ve been?”
You scoffed as if insulted.“No! I’ve been to…the library,” You sighed in defeat.
“Well, lucky you have me,” He walked towards a group of boys in front of the cafe.
“Hey, Jungkookie!” One of them grinned, motioning over. Ah, so these must be the friends he’s so ‘soft’ for.
“Hey, hyungs,” he waved with his free hand.
Another boy’s eyes flickered toward you and then your interlaced hands. “Who’s this?” He asked, with a hint of a suggestive tone. It was then when you both realized you were still holding hands. Jumping apart from each other, you fiddled with your fingers behind your back.
“That’s obviously Y/N,” The one with light brown hair, you recognized from one of your classes, named Taehyung, said.
“What do you mean ‘obviously’?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Jungkook told us about his old classmate who’s going to help him find his pen pal!” One you actually recognized, Taehyung, grinned.
“They know about your pen pal?” You asked, curiously.
“Of course. All we ever hear is either ‘She can be so stubborn sometimes and I want to smash her face with a brick,’ or ‘She gets me and I just want to be able to thank her.’ There’s really no in between; Jungkook either hates her or loves her,” One of the boys said, matter of factly.
You did your best to refrain from blushing and turned toward Jungkook with a forced smirk. He was staring at the boy who just spoke with his nose crinkled up and eye slightly twitching.
“Too much information, Namjoon hyung.”
Namjoon shrugged in response and you laughed aloud. “Awe, that’s cute. You have a little crush on your pen pal,” You pinched his cheek, lovingly.
Rolling his eyes, he gestured to you, “See? Now she’s not going to let that go!”
You nodded in confirmation, “Never.”
You went through introductions and now knew the names of his friends. Easier for you; now you didn’t have to refer to them as ‘insert hair color here’ boy.
“It was nice to meet you, Y/N, but I have a feeling Jungkook wants us to go away,” Jin, the eldest, motioned toward Jungkook who was looking impatient.
“Yes, actually. Please do,” Jungkook smiled, sweetly. The boys rolled their eyes and bid you goodbye and then it was back to you and Jungkook. It was when they finally left when Jungkook tugged at your hand again and begin walking.
“Now, where are we going first?” You asked for which Jungkook answered with a mischievous smirk.
HEY!!! Miss me? Sorry I didn’t post at all yesterday *begs for forgiveness* but here’s part seven! I hope you enjoy!!
Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.
Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3
You were laying on your bed, watching TV
and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3
minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something
exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your
sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you
still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you
respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still
not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that
matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or
even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why
are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute
actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into
his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and
incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend
like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky
girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering,
so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw
those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only
looking at it. And those thighs…
“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a
serious voice saying.
Could you do an Ashton smut where you baby sit his kids because he’s so stressed? Business man and wife left him. So of course he needs a stress reliever. And that’s (y/n). She’s a bad bitch😉👏🏻
Hey I’m so sorry this has taken me months to write. I’ve been super busy with school and I’ve honestly also been procrastinating. I hope this is what you were looking for and thanks so much for being my first request.
And please remember that I am open for requests if you have any, just don’t expect them to come out right away.
You couldn’t resist the adorable five year old child in front of you. The way her small lips would turn into a pout and her head would tilt slightly to the left made it practically impossible to say no to another serving of ice cream. You were weak, and she knew it too.
She clapped her hands and beamed up at you. Despite the pit in your stomach telling you not to give the adorable devil another serving, you reluctantly handed her another bowl, slightly smaller than the last, filled with chocolate ice cream.
As she scarfed down her second dessert, you checked your phone to see if her father, Ashton had texted you. You had immediately volunteered to babysit his daughter after his job started picking up it’s pace.
He was childhood friends with your older brother so when he complained to your brother about needing a part-time nanny, you actually raised your hand like a school girl. Not only did you love spending time with Ellie, you also needed money for food, being a junior in college.
Although Ashton had a beautiful child and a decent job, you always felt bad for him because he had to grow up faster than anyone you knew. Getting a girl pregnant at age eighteen takes a toll on people. Especially when the girl you impregnate leaves you with a two week year-old baby because she “couldn’t handle being responsible for another human being.”
“I’m tired,” Ellie whined, reaching her hands up to rub her eyes. You quickly snapped out of your daze and picked her up.
“Bed time story?” you asked the sleepy toddler. She nodded quickly which made you smile at her eagerness.
Just as her eyes closed you let out a sigh and had just started cleaning up the mess she had made the past few hours when you heard the front door close from within the apartment.
You walked out into the living room to see Ashton looking down at the bills strewn across the kitchen table. “Hey Ash, I just put her to bed.”
A light smile grazed his lips. “Thanks, (Y/n).”
With the small smile on his face you recalled just how attractive he was. His sandy brown hair was long, but still a reasonable length and his light green eyes were always warm. You hadn’t told anyone this, except for your best friend back in high school, but you had always found him attractive.
“Do you want to stay and watch a bit of TV for a little but because I technically said I wouldn’t be home for another thirty minutes. O-or if you have to go that’s fine too,” his face grew slightly red.
You laughed, “Yeah sure. How was work?” you asked, moving to sit crisscross on his couch.
He sat down close to you and sighed, “Actually insane. I feel like I’m in high school all over again. Whatever papers that they give me to complete, they just seem to go unused. It’s like the busy work Mr. Greene would give us. Did you have Mr. Greene?”
You nodded as he grabbed the remote for the television. “Of course. I don’t remember anything from his class because his voice would just put me to sleep,” you both laughed.
“Exactly. That’s like every meeting that I am forced to go to. My boss is practically Mr. Greene and I can never focus because his voice makes me want to fall asleep.”
Deciding to be bold, you placed your hand on his knee and rubbed it soothingly, “Why don’t you just quit? You’re obviously not enjoying it.”
He didn’t seem fazed so you moved your hand up a little further, “Because I need the money. It’s the best job that offers no college experience required.”
Your hand was now slowly caressing his mid-thigh over the pants to his suit. “W-what are you doing?” he asked suddenly, looking down at your hand.
You shrugged and brought your hand up a little higher, “You just seem so stressed and I thought I could maybe help you a little.”
His breath got caught in his throat, “Y-yeah?”
Slowly nodding, you brought you hand on his quickly growing bulge. “Yeah.”
With just the slightest of touches, he quickly inhaled and closed his eyes.
Because he wasn’t denying you, you applied pressure to the tent in his pants which made him groan.
Slowly, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down achingly slow. “Is this okay?” you asked.
“Yes, fuck, yeah,” he whimpered when you palmed him over his boxers.
A small smile stretched across your face as you crawled off of the couch and lowered yourself between his legs.
He visibly gulped, “W-what about your brother?”
While you pulled down his boxers you kept eye contact with him and shrugged, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
When his almost fully-erect member was released from its confines, he let out a long breath of air. Without hesitation, you gripped him and slowly tugged upward until he was a moaning mess. “I should come home stressed more often,” he laughed, shakily.
You bit your lip and looked back up at him to see he was staring down at you with hooded eyes. Boldly, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock which caused his eyes to roll back. “Oh shit. Baby, your tongue feels so good,” he whimpered.
Just the sight of him, hair matted, crisp, white shirt with only a few buttons still buttoned, made you wet.
You latched your lips around his tip and wasted no time before sinking your head all the way down his length. He wasn’t the longest you had ever had, but he was definitely the thickest.
His mouth widened considerably at the sight of his member down your throat. “You’re so hot when you suck my cock.”
You moaned at his words, the awkward Ashton now completely gone. The vibrations from your moan caused him to buck his hips. When your throat clenched around him he let out an exasperated grunt.
“I’m so close, fuck!” he moaned when he hit the back of your throat again. “I want to be inside you. Please,” he begged, tugging on your hair to pull you up.
“Are you sure?” you asked, surprised that he wanted more than just a blowjob. He nodded frantically and you stood up and walked towards his room. It took him a second to understand what your were doing, but he was soon on your heels.
Once you and Ashton entered his room, you hastily discarded your shirt and leggings. “Lie down,” you demanded.
He obeyed immediately and climbed onto his bed, only wearing his shirt. Your legs quivered at the sight of his member sticking straight up.
When he noticed you looking, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Enjoying the view?”
You rolled your eyes and tugged down your underwear, “Shut up, Irwin.”
His eyes widened when you moved to straddle him, “What’s wrong? Do you not want to?”
His head shook quickly, “No, I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been intimate with anyone since…” he trailed off.
“Since Ellie came?” He nodded. You leaned down and kissed his lips slowly. “Want me to be slow?”
“Fuck no,” he whined before lining up with your entrance so you could sink down.
Your mouth widened at his width. “Ash,” you moaned. You felt him sit up and lean against the bed frame.
“You feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispered, moving his hands to unbuckle your bra. He hummed when your boobs spilled out of their confines.
Slowly, you raised from his shaft and then quickly sunk back down. “Oh my god,” Ashton whimpered.
You started to grind on his cock, earning more moans from the two of you combined until he forcefully gripped your hips and continuously pulled you down on him.
“Ashton!” you yelled, forgetting about the five year-old not too far away.
He could hardly form a coherent sentence and mostly released loud moans and groans of pleasure.
“You’re so thick, Ash.”
He hummed at the feeling of your chests pressed together. “You’re so fucking tight, Jesus.”
“Are you close?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub figure eights against your clit.
You clenched around him and nodded, “Yes.”
“I could fuck you all day,” he said, bringing his other hand to slap your ass.
Your mouth dropped as that sent you over the edge. You screamed his name repeatedly as the knot inside your stomach burst.
He continued to move your hips until he came in four, hot spurts.
When you had both settled down, he stopped your motion and rested his head in the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses in his wake.
“What does this mean?” you asked him, feeling a little guilty for fucking up your friendship because you knew that after the sex you had just had, you wouldn’t want to remain just friends.
He moved his head to look you in the eyes, “What do you want this to mean?” he asked.
You thought for a minute before responding, “I want this to not be a one-time thing.”
He smiled, “Thank god, I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Yeah, I just don’t know what to tell your brother when he comes over in a couple minutes to see his baby sister naked, and still on my cock.”
Prompt: Based on this video. I tried to make it as fluff as possible! Hope you enjoy it!
“I love you sooo much!” Y/N giggled with a huge smile. “You should love me too”
“Y/N I am your boss.”
“I know but we are getting married! You’ll be my husband!”
“We are? Okay where are we going to get married?”
“We are going to get married at the chapel!”
“At the chapel I see.”
“I don’t think Hotch will like the chapel that much,” Morgan interrupted, pressing his lips together so that he doesn’t burst out laughing. The team had caught their unsub but unfortunately Y/N broke her arm. Hotch had gone in the ambulance with her while the rest of the team stayed behind and cleaned up. Y/N was clearly out of it, giggling and smiling so much while Hotch was blushing slightly.
Y/N turns to Morgan with wide eyes and open mouth. “Why not?”
“Morgan,” Hotch immediately said, glaring at Derek. He turns back to her and lets out a smile when she happily giggles.
“I think we should get marrriiiiieeeddd!” Y/N sings, and everyone bursts out in laughter as Hotch blushed with a smile. “We’ll be the cutest couple ever,” she continues, giggling with the team.
“Aaron I love you. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your ass.” She blows him a kiss with a giddy smile, and JJ has to wipe the tears from her face.
“She is so gonna regret this,” JJ whispered to Prentiss, who was recording the entire thing.
“Thank you Y/N,” Hotch said, trying to regain some composure but Y/N was too adorable.
“You are so adorable. Aaaarooooon I looooovvee yooouuuu soooooo muuuuchh.” She reaches out and grabs his face, her fingers stroking his chin and hair. Suddenly there are tears in her eyes and her lips pouted adorable.
“Aaron I am scared.”
“It’s okay Y/N.”
“Where are my clothes?”
“There is nothing to be afraid of. You are in the hospital.”
“WHY AM I IN THE HOSPITAL?”
“You broke your arm. Remember?”
“WHY DID I BREAK MY ARM? I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING I AM SO DRIZZY.”
“Don’t worry,” Hotch calmly said, holding her hand. “It’s the medication, just keep on squeezing my hand okay?”
“Okay Aaron. I love you,” she said with a dreamy smile.
“Why don’t you say it back?” Rossi teased the unit chief, who blushed at everyone’s glee.
“Everything will fine okay?” Hotch said to Y/N, ignoring the cracking from his team.
“Coz we are going to get married tomorrow! At a chapel!” Y/N exclaimed, a dreamy smile still on her face. “In Las Vegas!”
“Oh really?” Everyone could tell that Rossi was really enjoying this. Who wasn’t? It was sad that Garcia wasn’t here to tease Y/N mercilessly.
“Yes!” Y/N turned to him with a wide smile. “We will be the cutest couple ever!”
“Are you still feeling dizzy?” Hotch tried to distract her, but now it seemed like nothing could stop her now.
“I’ll be the most beautiful bride you’ll ever see,” Y/N said. There was a sudden noise and Reid walked in to see Hotch’s blushing and embarrassed face the rest of the team biting their lips to hold in something. He saw JJ physically turned away, hanging on to Prentiss who was recording everything along with Morgan. The three of them had their shoulders shaking and wide smiles on their faces, while Rossi had a smirk directed to his boss.
‘What’s going on?” he was super confused.
“Me and Aaron are going get married!” Y/N giggled at him, her eyes slightly glazed and wide smile stretched to her ears. “In Las Vegas! You will give me away coz you’re my brother!”
Spencer openly gaped at that while the rest except for Hotch and Y/N laughed out loud. “I am serious,” Y/N pouted. “JJ and Emily and Penelope will be my bridesmaids. Rossi will be the best man and Morgan will be the priest.”
“Why am I the priest mama?” Morgan could barely talk through his laughter.
“Coz you’re an annnnngeeeel!”
JJ snorted loudly, and even Hotch couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. “And Jack will be the ring bearer and Henry will be the flower boy! Aaarooon you’ll wear a red suit coz it’ll bring out your ass!!”
“And what will you wear my dear?” Rossi sweetly asked her.
“A blue gown! With sparkles!”
A knock interrupts their light moment and a nurse walks in with a smile. “How’s everything going on here?”
“Aaron and I are going to get maaaaaarreeiiiidd!” Y/N sings wit a bright smile to the nurse. The people bursted into laughter again, and the nurse smile’s got bigger. “I see that the anesthesia is still doing its work,” she tells them. “It’ll be not too long before she falls asleep,” and with that she left the team again.
Y/N turns to Hotch with a soft look in her eyes. “We are going to get marrieeed. And you have give me a blue ring okay?”
“Okay,” Hotch relents with smile that is usually unseen.
“It will be awesome. You’ll love it. I’ll loooove it,” She is now whispering, and it is clear that she is falling asleep.
“Aaron I love y….” And with that Y/N goes to her dreamland, and the team excluding Hotch has to leave the room to not let their laughter wake her up.
But Hotch stays with a smile and continues to hold her hand. “And I love you too Y/N,” He whispers to her.
Plot: Y/N never asked him to commit himself to her, but when Harry flirts with someone else it breaks her heart.
Warnings: None aside from mentions of Sex. But there’s no smut.
I was in love with him. Whole heartily and knees weakening in love. Even though we were destined to fail.
What Harry and I shared was special, a bond much stronger than anything else I knew. Or so I’d thought. From the moment we met he was magical to me and enchanting. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was addictive.
And I would always do my best to keep him.
I liked what he liked, learned to care for the things he cared about and felt proud whenever he discovered as a happy surprise that I enjoyed the same things he did. Harry liked me a lot. I hoped that maybe if I adapted more to his likings he would learn to see in me what I had long begun to see in him. A plan that couldn’t possibly work.
Times passed and my heart grew heavier. Far too long my infatuation with him received little response and though I had tried not to let it hurt me and had kept on telling myself that some of his love was better than none at all, it’d pained me. There was only so much I could take, but to my misfortunate I’d realized too late just how much I depended on him. Too much. So far too much.
Harry had contributed a lot to me staying oblivious to his lack of romantic feelings for me. So many times he’d stolen a kiss to my cheek, had held onto my hand or had pulled me in to sit on his lap for no apparent reason at all other than the fact that he’d wanted me to be near him.
„You’re like my puzzle,“ Harry had murmured into my neck one evening after he’d pulled me onto his lap.
I’d giggled. „Because I’m confusing?“
„No,“ he’d laughed against my back, „It’s because we fit so well. With you sitting like this… ’S nice, you know?“
I wish I would have had the guts to tell him right then and there.
My fingers had squeezed his before leaning back into him. „Yes, I know.“
Always being the more confident between the two of us, I’d assumed those sweet gestures were him taking the steps I never dared to. Steps towards us being more than close friends.
But I’d been mistaken about quite a few things…
The first kiss he’d given me had been what doomed it all to change. His game of stolen touches and unspoken feelings couldn’t be played for much longer without me going insane over how much my feelings tore at my heart. And what had instantly followed our first kiss was much more.
I remembered that morning so well. I had opened my eyes and found him asleep by my side. Unlike all of his other touches, which could have been excused, this hadn’t been an accident. Kissing someone all night and whispering words over adoration… Sleeping with them. That doesn’t just happen.
Especially not when you’re as sober as Harry and I had been when we’d stumbled into bed and into each other’s embrace.
As I’d lain there I allowed my hand to reach out and touch his warm skin gently.
Images of Harry’s face only inches away from my own had clouded my memory. His kiss, foreign as I’d never got to taste his lips before and then familiar at the same time due to how many times I’d been staring at his mouth. Every curve, extra soft section and particularly warm spot of his mouth… I’d got to know them.
The smile was impossible to keep from my gracing my lips. Harry… my Harry, was naked and asleep in my bed, wrapped up in my sheets while I was wrapped up in his arms. His chest was pressed against my bare back making me feel safer than I’d ever felt before and when I turned my head just a little bit I could press my lips to one of his many tattoos. Even his legs were intertwined with my own. There would have been no untangling us even if we’d wanted to.
i smiled as i heard the door chime ring. the usual nerdy boy who usually sported science puns on his clothing walked in. his friend was quick behind him trying to speak quietly but it obviously wasn’t working out for him.
“peter this is amazing, we have to tell everyone” the friend of the brown hair’d boy attempted to whisper but it was loud enough for me to hear. his hands were flailing in the air excitedly while peter just looked annoyed.
“ned shut up!” peter snapped at his friend ned. he looked back at him he sent a glare his way as they both pulled out their books from their bag.
“okay the teacher was making no sense tod-” peters friend began rambling on and on about something but my eyes were focused on him, the way his eyes scanned through the text, the way his smile starts at the far corners of his mouth.
i was starring from the counter pretending to be at the cash register but no one was paying. someone bumped my hip, i looked up to see my co-worker olivia nod her head toward the table. i blushed while grabbing a note pad and a pen.
ana bear, can i ask you something? can you write little quirks and mannerisms you love about our shining babes? like, a eprsonal trait, a habit, all things you think define them (like Taem's magic hands and stuff)
yes y e s of course I can and I’ll be glad to - let’s start with:
“Well n-not exactly-” His cheeks were tinted pink, and he straightened the glasses with a chuckle.
He’d only gotten more confused when none other than, Logan, appeared and sauntered toward the fanciful trait, stumbling a little as he went. He reached forward and snatched the glasses off of his counterparts face and slid them onto his own with a sigh.
“You know how visually challenged I am, please don’t attempt to take my glasses again” He pointed at Roman with a glare as he sank. The blushing trait smirked and waved as he vanished.
“What was that abou-” Thomas was cut off by Roman who had done a twirl and began to fire idea after idea at him.
He sighed, they always did this.
He decided to let it go for now.
But as time went on, things only got stranger.
After the glasses incident, a number of things happened. Roman and Logan were on much better terms, Anxiety actually smiled when Patton talked to him, Prince even complimented Anxiety frequently.
But, the most shocking one of all, Logan actually laughed at Patton’s dad jokes.
He was happy to see them getting along for once.
After all they never got along.
Which lead Thomas to this moment.
He had summoned his counterparts to express his happiness at how well they were getting along.
Apparently they were getting along a lot better than he thought.
Right now, he was witnessing a 4-Way handhold between his counterparts, who were currently grinning sheepishly at him. Well, Roman and Patton were. Anxiety was scowling at the floor and Logan was looking anywhere but at them.
“Wait, say that again?” Thomas eyes cast downward in bewilderment.
“We’re all together” Roman repeated wrapping his arm around the darker trait and squishing him against his side.
“I told you he’d think it was stupid” Anxiety hissed leaning away from Patton’s incoming kiss to his cheek.
“No, no, no. I’m just shocked is all. So you’re all really in a relationship” Thomas still couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“Affirmative” Logan confirmed rolling his eyes at Thomas, letting go of Patton’s hand and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Don’t be so grumpy buttercup! We’re all in love! That’s something to celebrate!” Patton wrapped his arms around Logan and sighed into his neck.
Logan scrunched up his nose and shook his head fondly and rolling his eyes at Anxiety who was in a similar predicament with Roman.
Thomas snickered into his hand as he watched them interact.
“What’s so funny?” Anxiety’s eyes darted around self consciously.
“Ooo! Did someone tell a joke! Patton’s eyes sparkled as he clutched onto Logan harder in excitement.
“There was no joke, you guys are just really cute” He chuckled at them.
“CUTE? I’M NOT CUTE”
“Yes you are cookie! you’re down right adorable!”
“Patton’s right Anxiety, you are absolutely ravishing!”
“I should leave while I still can”
Thomas laughed loudly at Logan’s comment and their offended gasps in response, staring at his counterparts affectionately. It would definitely take some getting used too. But, he’d support them no matter what.
**SMUT**So yeah here’s some smut and I honestly am not really good at writing smut but yet I tried my hand on it. Hope you like it and it gives you major feels just it like gave me. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts about it ;) Plus reblog if you like it
Harry’s been at the studio the whole day working on his second album. Despite the fact that he just came back from his first tour, he decided to start working on his second album immediately. You didn’t mind it though, yet you did. You expected your husband to spend some quality time with you before he starts his work and that did not happen.
You wanted nothing much but to have him near you and have his full attention and that did happen but only during the nap time because he had this habit to hold you and sleep. He always said how sleeping without you felt like. Lonely, cold and dark. Plus you wanted to start working on your first child and Harry was making it impossible to happen.
Impossible because he always return home tired and in ‘mood’ to have sec or make. You sometimes found yourself wondering that do people actually change after getting married? Hopefully not.
So today, you had to prove your weird wild thoughts wrong. You had to get your old Harry back. How? Well path of happiness passes through the stomach right? So you prepared a delicious English meal with some rich wine that he adored.
You yourself got dressed in a black lingerie that exposed your curves so sexily that were enough for Harry to take you right there. Giving your make up a last touch, you sprayed some perfume on your neck. The cold water droplets caused goosebumps on your skin along with the ring of doorbell indicating your husband was home. Rushing here and there you grabbed your silk cream robe and wore it before padding down the wooden stairs.
“There you are!” You smiled and engulfed your husband as soon as his face came in your view. He instantly wrapped his arms around you coming inside and closed the door with his feet. You felt him tuck his face in your neck. His nose inhaling the scent that you had on and breath hitching in his throat.
“You smell so wonderful” he whispered against your skin. He pulled away and admired your face. His eyes grew darker with every passing second as his breath became uneven. Yes he was drowning into you.
“Is there something I forgot? Any special event?“
“Oh no!” You laughed shaking your head.”
“Then what is it? Why do you look so inviting? I mean you do all the time but it’s just different today? Plus I smell great food"
“Oh it’s just I missed you, I haven’t seen you a lot so yeah just thought to treat you tonight.” You smiled tucking a lock of curl that managed to sneak down his perfectly set hair. Had an interview seemed like.
“But I’m not much hungry you see” he said with hungry eyes. You knew what he was referring to but playing won’t be bad. So you poured and whined like a baby holding his shoulder.
“But I made it with so much of love!!” You said. A chuckle escaped his lips as he saw the childish look on your face.
“I’ve some other plans in my mind. Would fancy to eat something else right now”
“And what is it?” You asked raising an eyebrow and standing with attitude with your hands on your hip. Giving you one more dark chuckle he leaned in closer to you ear. His hot breath fanning over your lobe.
“Your pussy” he said before connecting his mouth to yours hungrily. Your lips smacked together and you sucked and nipped on each other’s lips. His tongue traced your bottom lip asking you to open your mouth that gladly did. His tongue touched yours and gave you a taste of his delicious mouth.
His hand gripped the back of your thighs giving it a good squeeze before lifting you up and throwing on the couch in a one swift motion. You robe already rose up exposing your lacy panties that made Harry growl with hunger.
He sat in front of you on his knees. His hands gave your exposed legs a good rub before taking your robe off roughly. The sight of your boobs exposed in the net lingerie could make him cum without even a touch.
“So beautiful. Shit” he said and attached his full lips on your neck. His scruff rubbed against your skin with every kiss he stole. Making sure to leave purple marks behind decorating your skin. He licked down your collar bone and stopped when reached your boobies. A grin Covered his face as he groped them and gave a good squeeze that made you mewl.
You nodded and bite your lip. The feeling was so good and erotic. His hand kneading your breasts was one of your favorite moment of his and the other that came, and that is him sucking on your nipples like his life is depend on them. His left hand squeezed your left breast with his right one held it, his mouth sucked on your erected nipple and leaving them every second with a pop sound.
His lips were swollen already and his drool was all over them along your breast. Leaving to move on with a heavy heart, he trailed kisses down your stomach that rose with his every kiss. It was difficult for you to sit still with his lips working on you. He pressed his hand on your belly, pushing you down.
You tangled your fingers in his hair as he stopped above your lacy panty line. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face as he tilted his head to look at you. Your hair were all over the couch, messed up. Lipstick smudged. Cheeks tinted red. You looked a complete sex goddess to him. His heart was filled with love and hunger and he wanted nothing more but to feast on you like a hungry beast.
“You look so good pet. So beautiful ” he said pushing his right index finger in your mouth. You hungrily sucked and twirled It around your tongue before he took it out and sucked himself before lining it in front of your wet lace covered core.
“Harry don’t tease baby.” You panted.
“Jesus Christ! Just fucking eat that pussy out!!!” You said eagerly. Your panting state made him chuckle before he pulled your panties aside revealing your glistening pussy to him.
“Fuck” Harry muttered under his breath before opening your folds with his thumb and index finger. You were dripping wet that made him so proud of himself knowing he was doing his job right.
Without any further ado he lowered his head leaning in front of your throbbing core. He nudged his nose in taking in your sex aroma.
“Fuck. Jeez you smell so fucking good. I’m gonna eat it so bad.” He growled and you felt his tongue licking widely on your center. His long us flipped your clit multiple times. You gripped his hair from one hand and your boob from the other that Harry dint seem to like and replaced your hand from him giving your boob a good squeeze.
“Shit” you Moaned and rolled your hips against his tongue.
His lips started sucking on your clit making filthy noises. But you didn’t mind them. You loved them. It showed how much of passion Harry holds for you.
“You taste so goo poppet.!!!” Harry said slapping your pussy not too harshly but hard enough to send electric vibes through your body.
“All for you. It’s all yours baby” you said holding his hair. Your words assured him that it all did belonged to him. Your body, your soul all belonged to him. He owned you. You were his and so equally he was yours.
When you guys got married, you both promised to devote yourself to each other. You promised that every single thing in your body wasn’t yours anymore but was owned by each other. And he thanked God for him. He promised to him that no matter what, he always will hold you through the dark. He will always be by your side till his last breath. He was yours for ever.
Harry smiled to himself but your moan dragged him out. He smiled soon replaced with a smirk as he inserted one finger in you with rings on. He knew how much you loved when he fucked you with fingers that had rings on.
You cried out in pleasure when he inserted one more finger and pumped them in. His tongue still working and sucking on your clitoris. The moment was of complete bliss. He threw your leg on his shoulder to give himself better access to your center.
His saliva dripped down his mixed along with the juices of your core. He looked marvelous settled between your core.
“Good yeah? Feeling it baby?? Gonna cum for me yeah? Let me taste you?” He encouraged you whilst his finger pumped inside you and lips on your pussy. And soon you did felt the coil inside your stomach burning up with a knot.
“Fuck fuck I’m coming I’m coming” you cried laying your head back on the couch and you felt yourself reaching your orgasm and spilling it out.
“There you are sweetness” Harry cooed cleaning you up with his tongue as you laid there exhausted and all sensitive.
“You alright petal?” Harry said as he stood up and sat beside you pulling you too his chest. You smiled and nuzzled your nose in his neck. He now smelled like sex.
After so many years Draco should already know that he shouldn’t piss Pansy off, but, since he doesn’t now he had to suffer the consequences.
It was the week before Christmas break and Pansy was feeling extra inspired by the holidays when she decided to point her wand at Draco and now he had to walk around with a mistletoe hovering above his head.
“What do you mean this will only go away once I kiss the person I love?”
“I mean exactly that, darling” she smirked. “Next time, don’t piss me off.”
“But I don’t love anyone” Draco tried.
“Shut up, Draco, if you didn’t the spell wouldn’t have worked.”
She smiled at him and left him alone, in the Slytherin common room, with a mistletoe on top of his head.
When Draco got to the Great Hall the normal noise of the conversations faded. The Slytherins were smirking at him – Pansy had already told them everything, probably; the Gryffindors were trying not to laugh, but it wasn’t really working; and the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were looking at him weirdly, but amused. Even the teachers were looking at him from the head table trying to understand what was in front of them.
Draco just raised an eyebrow, scowled and, with squared shoulders and head held high, headed to the Slytherin table.
“How are you, Draco?” Blaise smiled innocently.
“When are you going to get rid of that?” Pansy asked and Blaise laughed.
“Shut up, you two.”
That made Pansy and Blaise laugh even more and Draco asked himself the same question his friends had asked him before.
For the rest of the week Draco walked around with the mistletoe, since he didn’t dare kiss the person he wanted to kiss.
“I can’t believe you didn’t get rid of that before the break” Pansy narrowed her eyes at him.
“I told you I don’t love anyone.”
“Shut up, Draco” she hugged him since the train was already ready to go. “We both know who you love.”
“Goodbye, Pansy, Blaise is already waiting for you.”
“Enjoy your holidays, darling.”
Draco wasn’t sure if he would enjoy his holidays. He was one of the five only Slytherins that were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays and the other four were all younger than him.
After supper, Draco went to the library wanting to, at least, study in the holidays since there wasn’t much he could do. He was in the middle of a transfiguration essay when someone sat next to him.
“Whoever you are I’m not going to kiss you!” He said without looking up; he had already had some people going up to him offering a kiss because of the mistletoe.
“What makes you think I came here to kiss you, Malfoy?”
“What are you doing here, Potter?”
“I came here to study, hope you don’t mind.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
They studied for some time, ignoring each other and focusing on the books and parchments in front of them.
“When is that going to go away?” Potter asked suddenly.
“The mistletoe. It’s very distracting.”
Draco was really confused, not understanding what Potter was trying to tell him with this stupid conversation about the stupid mistletoe, but Potter started packing his things and got up before answering him.
“The answer to your question is that the mistletoe makes me want to follow the tradition” he grinned before exiting the library.
It was Christmas day and the students that had stayed at Hogwarts were having supper together, all sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
“Can I sit here?” Potter asked behind him.
“If you want to” Draco shrugged.
Harry smiled a little and sat next to him, starting a conversation with the Ravenclaw boy in front of him.
“Potter” Draco called when they had almost finished supper.
“Yes?” Harry looked at him.
“The other day in the library… what did you mean?”
“What did I mean when I said what?”
“Stop being difficult, you prat!”
“I mean exactly what I said… Draco.”
“Can people stop saying that?” He muttered. “And since when are we on first names basis, Potter?”
“You better get used to it and start calling me Harry.”
“You didn’t answer my question!”
“You know what I meant.”
“If I knew I wouldn’t be asking.”
Harry grinned and got closer to Draco in order to whisper on his ear.
“I meant that I want to kiss you and that that mistletoe on top of your head is making it harder to ignore the urge.”
Harry saw Draco blush and tried to hide his smile behind a spoon full of desert.
Harry was near the lake watching the sunrise; he had gotten up early just to watch it, the beautiful colours of the sun shining shyly and reflecting on the snow calmed him.
The sound of the snow crunching under footsteps made him rise his head and look at the place the sound had came from. He was surprised to see Draco appear in his view, but his lips curved into a smile when he saw the boy’s nose and cheeks red from the cold, making him look adorable.
“I didn’t know someone was here” he said once he was close enough for Harry to hear.
Draco moved his hand to take the hair out of his eyes and Harry’s eyes were drawn to the mistletoe above his head and his heart warmed with hope seeing that the blond boy hadn’t kissed anyone yet.
“Come sit with me” Harry smiled at him. “We can watch the sunrise together.”
“The sun has already raised, Potter.”
“I don’t care, just sit with me.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, but sat next to Harry anyway and looked at the view with a little smile on his face.
“I see you still haven’t done anything about that” he pointed at the mistletoe.
“Good to know your eyes work.”
Maybe if it was some years ago Harry would have answered in a different way, but now he couldn’t feel offended and he didn’t have the urge to reply in the same way so he just laughed like he never thought he would do with Malfoy.
“What are you laughing at, Potter?”
“It’s just… you’re funny, Draco.”
The other boy just looked at him surprised and, even though he tried to cover it, there was a smile on his lips when he faced the view again.
“What does it take to get rid of the mistletoe?” Harry asked curiously.
“Then why haven’t you kissed anyone yet?”
“Firstly, because I don’t go around kissing random people” he narrowed his eyes. “And because it has to be a kiss from the person I love.”
“And why haven’t you kissed that person yet?”
“Because I don’t think that that person wants to kiss me.”
“So you’re just going to walk around with that on top of your head your whole life?”
“Well, I don’t think this person would ever want to kiss me, but I’m hoping that Pansy has a counter spell.”
“Why do you say that that person would never want to kiss you?”
“Just drop it, Harry” he sighed.
“I don’t see why anyone would refuse to kiss you.”
“I think you should just go for it, Draco. No one in the right state of mind, unless they are taken, would refuse you a kiss.”
Draco looked around with rosy cheeks that were like that not only because of the cold and a confused expression that made Harry’s heart warm and sad at the same time, because Draco shouldn’t be this insecure.
“I’m trying to give you a hint here, Draco. Stop overthinking and just get on with it.”
“Are you trying to say what I think you are trying to say or am I completely misunderstanding you?”
“I have to do it myself, don’t I?”
“Honestly, Draco!” Harry shook his head with a chuckle.
Harry smiled at Draco with shiny green eyes and placed his hand on the back of his head, leaning forward and placing his lips on the other boy’s ones. Draco gasped a little and after a few seconds of wide eyed surprised he gripped Harry’s arms and kissed him back.
“I’m glad to see it’s gone” Harry smiled when the kiss ended.
“Is it?” Draco’s hands flew to the top of his head. “How did you know that it was you? How did you know that I love you?”
Harry sucked in a breath when he heard the other boy’s confession.
“I didn’t know, Draco, but I was hoping that you did.”
“Because I love you, too” Harry said simply and kissed him again.
Draco couldn’t help but think, when they were watching the beautiful colours of the early morning while walking back to the castle holding hands, that Pansy would be extremely disappointed to know that Draco and Harry kissed and he got rid of the mistletoe while she was still home.
Summary: You come home after a long day to an impatient and affectionate Jaebum.
“Baby, I’m home!” You yell out into the dimly lit hallway of your apartment.
Surprisingly, you got home after Jaebum. His practices usually ran late and you’d be home long before he was but you had finals coming up so the library has kept you its unwilling prisoner.
As you put your keys away and take your shoes off you hear feet skid across the wooden floors and someone hugs you from behind. Jaebum wraps his arms around your waist tightly and buries his head into the bend where your shoulder and neck meet.
“Hi.” He mumbles against your skin, sighing into you. You stay in his embrace for a while, relishing in the feeling of being caught up in him.
You smile at his affection then turn in his arms to face him. Your arms instinctively find themselves around his neck and you kiss his cheek quickly.
“Your home late,” he whined, scrunching his nose and furrowing his eyebrows, as you pull away from his cheek. You laugh, surprised at the sudden cuteness that you never really see from your boyfriend.
Requested: Hey sweetie, how are you? Can you do an imagine where Shawn’s performing Roses onstage and he gets emotional (like last night’s show) bc Roses is y/n’s fav song and he misses her so much bc they aren’t together anymore and then he calls her and asks her for another chance? Sorry my English, it’s not my first language
Note: HERE WE GO Y’ALL
“What song do you get most emotional about playing?” The girl who had asked him this question during the Q&A meant no harm, but the feeling of his heart breaking at the question - proved him otherwise.
If you were to ask him which song he got the most emotional about playing, which this girl did, it would be Roses. Not due to the message behind it, that had little to do with why Shawn’s eyes stung with sadness each time he performed it. No, it reminded him of the love he had until recently - you.
Shawn took his time in answering this question, debating on whether or not to tell the truth or give a different answer. However, he didn’t want to hide anything, so he gave her the truth.
“Probably Roses.” He answered simply, wanting to move on.