downtown club

Drug Wars (Pt. 2)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

“She’s a babygirl Yoongi, and I think I’m in love with her.”

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything,so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.

A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. Enjoy!

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University was finally over and this was the last gathering you had to attend – your friend was celebrating his birthday at a downtown club and the two hours you spent there were already too much. It was almost impossible to breathe in there, one guy kept following you the entire night and the cocktail you were drinking was making you sick.

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Dancing With Newt Headcannons!

Because im newt trash and im tired and have school tomorrow. okay none of these are valid reasons but who cares

•Queenie would announce that all of you would be going to that swingin’ new Jazz club downtown one night. Shocking both you and Newt
•You both try to get out of it, You claimed you were sick and Newt said he had to tend to his beasts. Turns out lying to a legilimens is a rather stupid thing to do
•You and Newt are both dragged out the door in fancy clothing. Queenie smirking at the two of you because both your thoughts are very loud. Her gaze makes both of you Blush
•The club is loud and crowded. Queenie and Jacob go straight to the dance floor while Tina strikes up a conversation with a fellow at the bar. Leaving You and Newt to stand awkwardly for a couple minutes
•"Would you care to dance y/n?“ he asks in a rather nervous tone. You gladly accept of course. You grab his hand and lead him to the dance floor
•Newt is rather good at dancing believe or not. You on the other hand, weren’t. You were quite surprised when the lanky hufflepuff danced gracefully with you
•You asked him how he knew how to dance and he laughed and told you about the Triwizard Tournament and how he had to dance with one of his professors
•Both of your anxiety melted as he continued explaining the tournament and the yule ball
•You danced for a while, accidentally stepping on his feet many times. Which you profusely apologized for
•A pretty redhead tried cutting in at one point. You were about to let him go when he cut you off. Stating that he was only here to dance with one person. He looked back and saw your face turn red
•A slow romantic song came on and you both stared at your shoes while dancing. Queenie “accidentally” bumped into you causing you to fall. Newt caught you and you stared at your lips
•Jacob passed by Newt whispering “just do it”. You looked newt in confusion. He just leaned down and kissed you
•His arms still wrapped around your waist while your hands went to his neck
•Queenie quietly yelling “YES” because her OTP came true
•After that night you and Newt went dancing a lot more often
Wow. I need sleep. and a life.

Wake up.
He doesn’t think about you at all.
He doesn’t care.
Maybe he did.
But if he did, he could’ve done something about it won’t he?
Now wake up girl.

Work out. Get that dream body you’ve always wanted.
Have fun. Party at that club downtown.
Go out with your friends. Or go somewhere alone and enjoy it.
Study. Aim for the best. Get the highest score in class.
Do something you’ve never done. Be good at it too.

Stop thinking about him. Do something for yourself.

Because you’re worth it.

—  It’s okay to be selfish.
Dance With Me Pt.1

Author: stephobrien25

Pairing: Dylan X Reader

Warning: Soon to be smut.

Word count: 1,813

Originally posted by wetdylanismynewreligion

“Yo, Scar! You ready to leave?”

“Yeah! I’m done, I’ll be down in a minute!”

I was going out tonight with the girls to this club downtown. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror; not feeling in the mood for a dress, I decided some tight jeans, a tube top that showed some cleavage, and the most comfortable pair of heels I own. My hair is wild with moose and my makeup is simple, minus my ruby red lips.

When I reached downstairs, everyone was waiting in the kitchen around the counter. “Took you long enough,” Jess teased.

“Hey, you can’t rush perfection,” I joked. “Okay, so let the night begin!”

“Wait!” Kimmy said. “We need to take a shot before we leave.”

Looking at the bottle on the counter top, I saw that it was vodka. Yummy. Once everyone had their shot glasses, we raised them in the air, “To a fun night,” I said.

“Yeah and to Scar finally getting some tonight!” Renee yelled. Everyone laughed and I just rolled my eyes taking the shot, loving the burning feeling go down my throat. You see everyone here had a partner, except for me, I haven’t been with anyone for like over a whole year.

Taking an uber, we got to the club in about thirty minutes. Knowing the bouncer, we got in pretty quickly and got a table. The club was full of people and the music was blasting. The rhythm making me sway to the beat. The girls and I were having a good time drinking, dancing, and laughing. Suddenly the DJ began to play “Wobble” and we all cheered and began to move our hips.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy getting really into it, the way his hips were moving was sexy. Looking at him completely, he seemed familiar, but I couldn’t see his face cause he turned around with his ass facing me. And my, what an ass.

The song finished and we were all out of breath. Kim and Jess girls went to sit down, while Renee and I continued to dance. “Cutie at the bar hasn’t torn his eyes off you for the past three minutes.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned around and saw that it was the ‘wobble guy’. But finally being able to see his face, I realized why he seemed so familiar. My eyes widened and I turned around to face Renee.

“Holy shit!”

“I know right, he’s pretty hot.”

“No! Renee, do you not know who that is?” She had a confused look on her face and shook her head, I sighed, “That’s Dylan O'Brien.”

“You mean the Dylan O’Brien? The one you’ve been obsessing over ever since you were like fifteen?”

“I’m not obsessed,” I rolled my eyes. “But yes, him.”

Renee smirked up at me, “I finally see the appeal to him,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Whoa, down girl. I know you have dibs,” her eyes looked behind me and she smiled. “Looks like he has dibs on you too.”

“What are you tal-” I stopped when I felt someone tap my shoulder. Turning around, it was none other than Dylan himself. God, he’s even more gorgeous in person. His hair was slightly long and he had some scruff on his face which made him actually look his age.

I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do or say, my mouth was open so I probably looked like a stupid fish. I finally snapped out of it when Renee nudged me from behind, “Uh, hi.” I spluttered nervously.

Dylan smiled and stuck out his hand, “Hi, I’m Dylan.”

Smiling back I shook his hand, “Oh, I know who you are, O’Brien. I’m Scar and this is,” I turned around to introduce Renee, but she was nowhere in sight, “A traitor.” Dylan chuckled behind me and I turned around grinning.

“So, what brings you to this part of town?” I ask.

“Vacation actually. I’ve never been to Miami before and I needed some time to unwind.”

“Well, welcome to to Miami Dylan. I hope you like a 24/7 humidity, bipolar weather, and a bunch of loud Hispanics.”

Dylan threw his head back and began to howl with laughter and I couldn’t help but laugh back. The DJ began to play a pretty good song and I got the nerve to ask, “Dance with me?” Smirking, he took my hand and we went further into the dance floor. I was having a great time with Dylan, we were both dancing silly not caring who was watching.

“Woo go Scar! Get it girl!” Looking to my left, I saw my friends smiling and making obscene gestures. I blushed and shook my head, “Oh my god. They’re so drunk, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here with my friends as well and I’m afraid they’re just as bad,” he pointed towards the right where there was a group of guys hollering at Dylan.

“It was actually because of them that I came up to you. They saw me looking at you dance and practically pushed me your way.”

I quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked, “So, you were watching me, huh?”

If it wasn’t for the different lights in the club, I could’ve sworn he blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I got a confession to make O’Brien, I was checking you out while dancing the wobble. You move you hips pretty good.”

This time it was his turn to smirk as he said, “ That’s on the dance floor, you should see my hip movements in the bedroom.”

My eyes widened and I let out a nervous giggle. I couldn’t believe that I Dylan O’Brien was dancing and flirting with me, it felt like a dream. Before I could say anything, the music stopped and the DJ made an announcement, “Mi gente! Are you having a good time?!” The crowd cheered and hollered. “How about we change it up a bit and play some good old bachata!” Everyone went crazy when he began to play a well known bachata song.

“Oh! I love this song! C’mon O’Brien, let’s see if you can keep up.”

I started to dance to the beat of the song, but Dylan looked pretty confused and didn’t know what to do.

“Hey! Just follow me okay? It’s easy; move to the right 1, 2, 3, tap and now to the left 1, 2, 3, tap.” He followed me movements, “There you go! Now, move your hips a bit like me to the beat,” his eyes went to my hips and I swear I saw him lick his lips. “And move your shoulders a bit like this.” Soon enough, he got the hang of it.

Boldly, I walked up to him, put his right hand to my waist, my left hand to his shoulder and grabbed onto his left hand. “Relax and just follow my lead,” I whispered in his ear. His hand gripped my waist tighter and pulled me in closer. Soon we were both lost in the music dancing to the sensuous beat.

“This kind of music is pretty neat, I’ve never heard it before.”

“Yeah, it’s basically Spanish baby making music,” I joked. “Besides, you can’t actually live in Miami without knowing how to dance bachata. No matter what culture you’re from. It’s basically a necessity.”

Deciding to change it up a bit, I turned around without missing a beat, so now my back was too his chest. Surprisingly, Dylan didn’t miss a beat either and continued with the rhythm. Bringing my left arm up around his neck I whispered, “Not bad, O’Brien.” I could begin to feel his hard bulge against my back.

Pulling me closer to him, Dylan leaned his head down and nuzzled my neck. “Well, I have a pretty good teacher,” he husked. I shivered at his voice in my ear and I all but melted when he began to kiss my neck. I arched my neck to give him more access and messed up our perfect rhythm when he lightly bit onto my neck.

“Someone messed up,” he teased.

“Can you blame a girl? You can’t go around doing that without me losing my focus.”


Dylan turned me around to face him and we began to dance again. He looked into my eyes, leaned down and gave me a small kiss. “Does that make you lose your focus,” he whispered against my lips. Instead of answering, I grabbed the back of his neck and brought my lips back to his.

His lips were as soft as they looked and tasted like peppermint and mojitos. If I wasn’t drunk before, I was certainly drunk now. My hands went to his head and I lightly tugged making him groan. He bit onto my lower lip and then softly sucked on it, and I moaned into his mouth. I was on cloud nine as Dylan’s lips moved from my mouth back to my neck, softly sucking. I was about to suggest to go somewhere more private, when I heard someone yelling my name.

Looking to see who it was, I saw Kimmy trying to catch my attention, “Give me a sec,” I said as I reluctantly pulled away from Dylan’s touch.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jess is wasted so we’re heading back home.” I looked behind Kimmy to see Jess barely able to stand and Renee trying to keep her up. I felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over me, like I was finally realizing was happening moments before. Was I really making out with Dylan? It all seemed so surreal. Glancing behind me, Dylan was there waiting and smiled me way. All good things must come to an end, this was probably for the best, we come from different backgrounds and live in different worlds. I’m most likely just one of the may girls he’s met up at clubs. Sighing, I turned back to face Kimmy, “Okay just let me say bye and we’ll be on our way.”

“What? No, we’re going home. You’re staying with hunky O’Brien.”

I was about to argue, but she interrupted me, “Scar I haven’t seen you this happy in a while. Stay and enjoy yourself.”

“But he’s here on vacation, Kimmy. I had a great time with him, but I have to face the facts and smell the coffee. We live in different worlds.”

She smiled at me, “Well make the best of tonight and the rest of the time he’s here. Enjoy yourself, you never know what could happen in the long run.” Kimmy hugged me and walked over to the girls who waved goodbye. I closed my eyes and turned around to see Dylan still looking at me and only me.

Taking a deep breath, I made my decision.

A/N: Cliffhanger! Don’t hate me! Lol, but this is something that’s been on my mind for a while now and part 2 is currently under works. I hope you really enjoy it and please let me know what you guys think! 

Cross My Heart

1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “Hell no! You’re not leaving the house like that.“

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @iwantthedean

“Damn, Y/N! You looking fucking delicious.” Dean moans walking into the bedroom.

“Thanks, Dean.” You giggle while you answer a text on your phone.

“You did all of this for me?” He asks licking his lips.


“This!” He gestures to your costume.

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1:26 A.M.

Mature but not mature (spoiler alert: there’s no sex)

One you walk through the front door it doesn’t take Justin long to pin you up against the wall.

“Maybe we should take this upstairs.” Justin smirks.


It was just after midnight and you and Justin found yourselves in a packed club in downtown LA.

Sitting on Justin’s lap you turn slightly to look at him. “Do you want another drink? I’m going to the bar.” You ask over the music.

Justin looks at his beer before looking back up at you.

“No I think I’m okay for now.” He says kissing you on the head and looking passionately into your eyes.

“Yo Justin!” you heard someone shout from across the room.

Justin’s eyes slowly lift from yours to look across the room. It was an old friend.

As Justin made his way over to say hi you make your way to get another drink. 

Not long after you feel arms wrap tightly around your waist. Quickly turning around to see who it was you’re met with Justin’s eyes staring passionately down at you once again. “The things I would do to you if we were alone.”

“How much have you had to drink?” You ask ignoring his request.

“I don’t know.” he shrugs. “tree or four maybe six.” He shrugs again.

Laughing you take his hand. “Let’s go home you need some sleep”

As you get in the taxi you notice it’s just after one in the morning. The ride was short and before you knew it you found yourself back home.

One you walk through the front door it doesn’t take Justin long to pin you up against the wall.

“Maybe we should take this upstairs.” Justin smirks.

Kissing him on the forehead you look up at him. “I’m sorry Justin I can’t have sex with you, you’re drunk.” You say walking towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Your point.” Justin says in defeat following you.

“That’s not fair to you.” You explain.

Justin looks blankly back at you, he clearly didn’t understand what you were saying or he’s to drunk to make sense of it.

“I’m sorry Justin I won’t have sex with you tonight, you’re to drunk to make decisions like that.” You attempt to explain.

It’s not that you didn’t want to have sex with him, trust me you did. It just didn’t seem right to you. If guys are told not to have sex with a girl when she’s drunk because she isn’t in any state to consciously consent to anything how was this any different. Justin was clearly to drunk to make rational decision, he couldn’t fully consent, therefor it would be morally wrong for you to have sex with him.

“Drink this water and get some rest.” You say handing him the glass.

After drinking the glass you both head up stairs to get ready for bed.

Authors notes.

This is kind of a short one shot/imagine, but I really like the ending and Y/N’s reasoning.

Hope you all enjoyed :) Don’t forget to send in your requests!

Strike Three (Kyungsoo) [Smut]

Daddy Kyungsoo ;) ;) ;)


An hour. It’s been an hour since Kyungsoo and I (along with the others) arrived at this club downtown. It was Soo’s birthday and Chanyeol thought it’d be great to bring us all to this club to celebrate it. Kyungsoo objected the idea at first, of course, but I told him that it was a good idea and that he needs to get out more. He reluctantly went along with it but I’m pretty sure he’s still against it seeing as he’s just sitting in the private booth that Junmyeon so kindly reserved for us.

Kyungsoo was clad in his black suit, matching with Junmyeon as well as Sehun and his soft hair was styled up. When he came to pick me up, I almost wanted to cancel this club idea and just take him on the couch, he looked so great. He had his arms crossed, sitting at the private booth, eyes judging every person that crossed him. It was obvious that he didn’t want to be here and I found that a bit funny since he looked like he was pouting on the seat. I tried to get him to come dance with me but he refused.

I was three drinks in and the place was starting to get hazy. The blaring music was starting to hurt my brain. The sound was reverberating off the walls, making the place seem like it as vibrating. There were sweaty bodies surrounding me and all I wanted to do was go sit with my boyfriend. Looking around, I saw Chanyeol and Baekhyun surrounded by nearly seven girls. Yixing, Sehun and Jongin were in the middle of the dance floor, owning it by themselves. They were catching the attention of many people and pretty soon, three other guys were picking a dance battle with them. I chuckled and looked to find where the rest of them went.

When I couldn’t find them, I saw Minseok, Junmyeon and Jongdae sitting with Kyungsoo. Each had a pretty looking girl in their arm. I started giggling when I saw Kyungsoo looking very uncomfortable.

My feet started making their way towards him, planning to rescue and get us both out of here. But before I could even make three steps, someone grabbed my arm.

“Hey, pretty lady.” some guy greeted with a creepy smile. I knew this guy was drunk off his ass and that I need to get away as quick as I can. He had a bottle of beer in his other hand.

“What you say we, uh, hit the dance floor?” he smirked, his grip getting a bit tighter. My eyes never faltered, I challenged him to say something else.

“Sorry, I don’t dance with anyone but my boyfriend.” I apologized before my hand went up to try to remove his grip off of my. He then leaned in closer, making me back up a bit.

“Your boy don’t have to know nothin’, sweet-cheeks…” he let out a dark chuckle as his voice slurred, trying to advance further. By now, I was starting to freak out a bit, my heart was beating fast, worried that this guy is going to do something that I won’t like. He took a gulp from his beer.

“Her ‘boy’ doesn’t have to know, what, exactly?”I felt my heart relax as I heard that familiar voice behind me. The guy took his predatory eyes off of me and looked behind me. I turned around to see Kyungsoo. His hands were in his pockets, making my cheeks warm up at the thoughts of what he could do in that suit.

“Who—who the hell are you…her boy?” the guy scoffed in amusement as he took a look at Kyungsoo’s form. I grabbed his this moment to rip my arm out from his clutch and move behind Kyungsoo. He took hold of my hand, intertwining them together.

“No. I’m her man. She’s taken, pal. Go find someone else.” Kyungsoo growled, his glare never lowering from the guy’s eyes. The guy rolled his eyes, taking another swig from his bottle.

“And what are you…what are you gonna do ‘bout it if I don’t? Your girl there…she’s pretty sexy…why can’t we share? I’m sure she’ll be okay with that…” the guy smirked as he licked his lips at the last sentence. But in a split second, I saw a flash of Kyungsoo’s fist and the guy was laying on the floor, unconscious.

“Kyungsoo!” I exclaimed, watching as he pulled me back to the table. But we didn’t sit down, he stopped in front of the table.

“We’re leaving early. See you guys tomorrow.” he grumbled the words to the three that was sitting at the table before taking me out of the place and into his own car.

“Kyungsoo?” I questioned once he started driving.

“I bet you liked that, didn’t you? I told them I didn’t want to go. And you wearing that short-ass dress doesn’t help anything.” he growled, eyes still on the road. He had one hand on the wheel and the other on my upper thigh. My breath hitched as my body was slowly getting warmer. His thumb and index finger pulled at the hem of the dress to prove his point about how short this dress was.

“Why did I allow you to leave the house like this? I should’ve just made everyone stay home and watch a movie. That guy could’ve done anything to you. This is strike one.” he added as we neared my house. He got out and opened the door (even when angry he can still be a gentleman) for me. We made it up inside the house before I was slammed against the door.

The click of the lock was heard and I looked at him. He had one hand in his pocket and the other against the door, next to my head. The sight of him right now made my whole body feel hot.

“I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” he muttered and grabbed my arm, bringing me upstairs to my room. In seconds, he had pushed me down onto my bed and straddled my waist. His suit jacket was long gone as he rolled up his sleeves. I could feel my core burning up as I watched his muscles flex under the black dress shirt he had on.

“Since it’s my birthday, and you were being a naughty little girl at the club, this is my present.” his hand went down to unbuckle his belt. In a swift movement he had a hold of both my hands and used the belt to bound them together. Then, I felt my whole body being flipped around and was now on my knees. I couldn’t really support myself up with my hands so I rested on my elbows. He grabbed my hips and, without me expecting anything, pulled me closer to grind through my dress and panties. I let out a moan I’ve been holding since I’ve seen him in his suit.

“You don’t moan or cum until daddy says so. Got it, princess?” this was definitely a new thing and I am definitely not complaining. By now, the wetness could be felt between my thighs. I rubbed them together to try and please myself but he stopped me.

“Oh, no no, that’s strike two baby.” he chuckled darkly before raising the hem of my dress over my butt. Another chuckle reached by ears and before I could turn around to look at him, two of his fingers rested themselves over my damp underwear.

“My, my. We haven’t even started anything yet and you’re already soaking, baby.” he cooed sultrily, moving his hands up and down my folds over my panties. I let out another moan as I buried my face into the mattress, knowing I’ve made a mistake.

“What did I say?”

“N-no moaning until you say so, daddy.” I repeated his words from earlier.

“That’s right. Strike three.” he growled before ripping my underwear off. A resounding sound of a smack landed on my rear and I bit my lip to keep myself from making the same mistake like before. He gave me three more spanks before burying two fingers inside me.

“Let it out, go on. Let the neighbors hear you.” he commanded before thrusting his fingers inside of me. I didn’t hesitate to let my moans roll out. He was rubbing my insides, making me go crazy. Just before I could cum, he pulled out his fingers and smirked, making me huff in frustration.

“No cumming until I say so.”

“Yes, daddy.” I mumbled back.

“Now about you do me a favor, and help out?” he stated more than questioned. I felt him get off the mattress and move to where my head was. He still had his dress shirt and pants on but his zipper wasn’t zipped up.

Sticking out from it was his already erected member.

“Suck, now.” I complied without any complaints. My tongue gave the tip a few licks before taking his thick size into my mouth. I ran my tongue over his shaft as much as I could. He was groaning out in pleasure. My head bobbed up and down, trying to get as much of him as I could.

His dick started to throb in my mouth and I knew he was about to release. I was going to pull back but his hands buried themselves in my hair and pushed my head down, keeping it there as he came with a low growl. His head was thrown back in delight as his seeds shot down my throat before he let my head go, watching me swallow.

He then move back to my ass, giving it a grope before taking his shaft and teasing my entrance.

“Daddy, please…” I breathed out, wiggling my hips to get closer. He didn’t answer, instead, plunged his cock into my core, taking the breath out of me.

My hands curled into fists as he pulled out only to thrust just as hard back in. A loud moan came out again as he repeated his hip movements.

“Daddy..more…please give me more..” I begged as I felt his hands grip my hips, pulling me towards his thrusts. I felt my walls clench around him, alerting me that I was about to come. Just when I was, he instantly pulled out.

“Daddy!” I whined, looking at him in shock. He held a dark smirk as he looked at me. He then flipped me over onto my back and spread my legs. My thighs were soaked as he teased my folds again.

“Beg. Beg for it.  Beg for me to fuck you.” he demanded as he ran the tip across my opening and around my clit.

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me hard and rough. I want it so much, daddy. Please allow me to cum!” I pleaded. The smirk only grew bigger as he quickly undid the restraint around my hands and thrust into my soaking pussy once again.

The force of his thrusts had me rolling my eyes back in want. One hand went to rub circles around my clit while the other went up towards my breast to fondle them. The bed was rocking as he plowed into my hole, leaving me speechless and hot.

I felt the all too familiar need to come again and I knew he knew that. His pace got quicker and his breathing was getting faster.

“Cum.” he demanded, pressing down onto my clit and giving a last hard thrust, making me scream out in pleasure as I came. My walls clenched around his hard cock. He let out a deep moan as he, too, came with me.

When we were lowering from out climax, he fell right beside me, the both of us covered in a sheet of sweat and breathing unevenly.

“God, that was sexy. So much better than that club.” he whispered in my ear.

“Happy birthday, daddy…” I whispered back


You are all killing me with all these daddy scenario requests. The next one is another daddy scenario. Guess who it is.


Originally posted by kyunseu

Little Bumps

WWE Imagine

Requested: Seth x Reader- You and Seth are best friends, you end up fucking like animals in the hotel room, 3 moths later you tell Seth you’re pregnant and have sweet love making sex for the first time.

Word count: 2385
Warnings: smut, language feels overload
Author’s notes:  I loved writing this one, super awesome thank you for the request!

 As you wait outside his locker room, you sit on the cool, hard metal of a folding chair, your mind wondering back to what got you in this situation to start with.

   You had been out drinking with a couple of the other wrestlers, and your best friend Seth. You ended up in a club downtown, drinking and dancing. You and a couple of the other Diva’s decided to get out on the floor an dance after a couple rounds of shots, and so, you reluctantly followed them onto the floor, and after a moment of awkward movement, found your rhythm and swayed with the changing beat, your hips moving in slow circles as you raise your hands over your head.

  You smile as Seth wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing you into his familiar body.

“Hey there.” You purr, your rear pressing into his crotch as you dip low, then shimmy back up, raising your hand and dropping it back to his neck, his facial hair tickling your neck as he leans in to speak into your ear, his breath hot and heavy as he speaks.

 “Jesus, Hey.” the words tickle your ear as his teeth graze your lobe, his hands pressing into your stomach, just over your mound, pushing you further still back into him.

You blush as your friends giggle tipsly behind you, following their dates off the floor to the bar. You continue to dance with Seth, your body’s pressing and melding together perfectly. With every brush of exposed skin you felt your body light up, desire pooling between your legs.

  “How about we get out of here?” He asked huskily, his dark eyes hooded by lose strains of chocolate brown locks that had fallen from his bun.

 “Let’s get one more drink.” You say, leading him off the floor as you head straight for the bar.

You shiver as your memory blurs a little, you had ended up having a few more than just one more drink, and the night from there was a little fuzzy.

 You remember walking into his hotel room, and him pressing you into the wall as soon as the door closed, how his hands tore the fabric of you dress, greedy and full of need as he explored every inch of your body, his eyes never leaving your face as he asked permission.

 “Y/N, I want you, hard, now, please?” He purred, his fingers sliding easy under the fabric of your lace panties, his rough digits massaging your sensitive bud perfectly for a moment, sending waves of pleasure through you, settling at the apex of your thighs.

Suddenly, his hand was gone, leaving you wanting. “Seth! No, no please, please I need you!” You begged, writhing between him and the wall, your mouth finding his urgently.

“Say yes?” He growled, his now bare knee pressing between your legs, pressing against your now soaked mound as he speaks, dropping his shirt on the ground after yanking it over his head, exposing his perfectly sculpted chest, and thin line of dark hair running from his chest all the way to his boxers, disappearing under the elastic line of the waist.

  “Yes, Yes, please.” You moan as he spins you dropping you to back onto the bed and flipping you over, your ass exposed as he pulls your hips back so you’re positioned in front of him.

 You remember the sting of his hand as he let it come down hard on your ass, sending little waves of tingling pleasure to your dripping cunt.

You weren’t sure when his cloths had finally come off, and at the time it didn’t really matter, you wanted him, needed him.

The night fades a little, and you recall his voice soft but strong in your ear as he finally pushed into you, how he filled you, how his hands felt on your hips a he gripped you hard, slamming into you, his hand coming up to wrap around your hair, yanking you back into him.

 “Who’s my good little slut? Who loves this huge cock slamming into their soaked fucking cunt?” He had growled, his teeth latching onto your ear as his other hand grips your throat hard, making you whimper out a moan.

 After that you cant recall a lot, you remember him pushing into you as he finished, how he held you after.

When you woke the next morning Seth was still asleep, snoring slightly. You had snuck out, collecting all your things and getting dressed in what you could find of your cloths quickly. You tried to act normal that day when you seen him later, like nothing had happened. You were terrified that you had ruined your friendship. But he seemed to either be playing along, or he truly didn’t remember because everything went back to normal.

 Which lead you to where you sat today, four months later, pregnant and scared. After what seemed like a eternity you heard Seth come down the hall, his cheerful voice carrying down the hallway as he seen you, a smile on his face.

 “Y/N! Hey! What are you doing out here? Come on, I’m going to shower at the hotel, want to get out of here.” He laughed, taking you under his arm as he lead you through the hallway of the stadium, and to his car, opening the passenger door for you.

 The ride back to the hotel was a nearly silent one as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat while Seth sung along with some song on the radio talking about heathens.

 As you walked into the hotel room after Seth, you finally cracked, throwing your things down on the floor by his bed, starting him. Was he going to act like nothing happened from now on?

“What’s wrong Y/N?” He looked worried as he took a step towards you, dropping his bags next to yours.

“Well Seth, I’m really confused.” Your voice raises a octave as you throw your hand in the hair, letting them fall loudly back to your exposed thigh, your dress had ridden up, to just about mid thigh.

“Well that makes two of us, I thought we were fine, more than fine, what’s gong on with you lately with you Y/N?” He matches your tone.

“Well, Seth, what’s going on is we had a drunken fling and you haven’t so much as mentioned it! You’ve pretended it never happened!” You yell, stepping forward so you’re nearly pressed into him.

“Oh no you don’t! You arent blaming that on me Y/N! I woke up to a empty hotel room and a pair of lace panties shoved in my pocket! That was your choice! You could have stayed!” He growls, his dark eyes gleaming.
 You had never thought about that. Tears well in your eyes. This was so much to deal with, and the major issue wasn’t even out on the table yet. You take a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm yourself.

 “Y/N, I’m sorry I yelled ok, I just, I was upset that you left without saying anthin-” You cut him off before he can finish In a breathy terrified voice.

“Seth I’m pregnant.” The words come out in a rush, threatening to suffocate you as they claw up your throat.

“What?” Seth’s face drops to a dead stare, his eyes dropping from yours to your hands, which were wrapped protectively over your mid-section.

“Are you, are you sure?” He asks, his eyes slowly coming back up to meet yours. You stare at him a moment, and then giggle a little hysterically. You had asked the same question four months ago when your doctor read you the results of the test. You had looked at her in complete disbelief.

“4 tests and 5 doctors appointments. I’m-I’m pretty sure.” You finally manage, plopping down on the bed next to Seth. He sits beside you after a moment, the argument completely forgotten.

“Is-is it mine?” He asks quietly, almost so quite you didn’t hear it. “Yep. You’re the only guy I’ve even come close to sleeping with in the last year.” You sigh, dropping our face to your hands, finally sobbing.

 “Hey, Y/N, no! Don’t cry! W-We will work through this, I know it will be hard, but we will. If-If you want to.” He coos softly at you, his large hands pulling you up and into his arms, pressing you tightly into his chest. You did want to. You wanted it more than anything.

 “Seth…” You try, your voice cracking as you look up into his dark eyes, and suddenly his lips were on yours, his hands not gripping but cradling you, protectively.

“Seth.” This time your voice is different, need clear in your tone as you push his shirt up and over his head, his mouth still pressed softly to yours as he grips the hem of your dress, pulling it up and off you, dropping it into a pool of soft material at your feet.

“Y/N, I love you, I always have, we will work this out I promise.” He breaths softly against your mouth as he lowers you to the bed, his fingers trailing down your body, pulling your panties down your legs and off.

He stared down at you, a small but distinct bump formed on the lower of your abdomen. You sucked in a loud breath when Seth suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips to the exposed skin, then moved back up your body to press the same tinder kiss on your lips.

 “Seth, I want you. I love you too.” You whisper, bringing your hands up to his neck, pulling him back down to your mouth, tongues intertwining as you groan softly into his parted lips, his bulge biting into your hip as you grind up into him.

 “Fuck Y/N. I’ve dreamed of this every single night since the first time, having you again, being buried in you, hearing you moan and pant out my name as I make love to you.” He purrs, his lips pressing into the base of your neck as and his fingers tracing the line of your bra, his expert fingers hooking the strap and unhooking it, pulling it off your shoulders slowly, taking each of your nipples in his mouth in turn, sucking gently, and working his ay down your body he slides between your legs.

 “Jesus Y/N, you’re already soaked.” He growls, blowing on your dripping mound softly, running his finger gently between your folds, pushing into you, and pulsing his fingers, curling them slowly inside you, making you whimper.

“Please Seth I need you.” You beg as his tongue flicks over your sensitive knob, making you arch your back off the bed, your fingers wrapping into his hair, pressing him into your core as he continues to lap at your mound, sending sharp sensations of pleasure through your body.

  “Seth, I’m, I’m going to c-cum!” You cry out, your fingers tightening in his hair as your orgasm ashes over you, your body shaking.

 “You taste so good. I need you, now.” He growls as he climbs over your body, pulling your knee up with him, and resting it on his hip as he lines himself up with you.

 You moan as he runs the head of his cock from your dripping core up to your clit, and then back down several times, teasing you as he nips at your neck, your hands still in his hair.

“Seth please, I need you, please?” You beg, pressing yourself up against him, trying to push him into you.

“I know you do baby, I know you do.” He purrs in your ear as he pushes all the way to the hilt into you, taking your breath away. He slowly rolls his hips and pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in, repeating this slow torture over an over as tension builds in your stomach, aching for release.

 Seth groans as he picks up his pace, his hands resting on either side of your head, weight on his elbows. He bows his head to kiss you, and you take that moment to pull him in deep, then roll so you’re on top of him, his cock still buried deep in your pussy.

 “Fuuuck Y/N. That’s perfect, right there!” He moans out as you begin to bounce on him, bringing his large hands up to cup your breasts as you ride him. He rolls the hardened peaks of your nipples in between his forefinger and his thumb, pinching them slightly, making you wail out his name as you rise and fall on his cock, his hips raising to meet yours as you pick up the pace, a loud slapping sound reverberating though the room.

 “Y/N, I’m going to cum! Oh shit, please don’t stop!” He growls low, pulling you down into his chest, dropping your knees to either side of him you adjust so that he is hammering into you from underneath you, your breasts crashing into his chest as he drills you, making you scream out his name, a second orgasm rocking through your body as rope after rope of hot cum fills you.

 “Jesus Christ Y/N.” He pants after a moment, you’re still draped over his chest, but you’ve positioned yourself so that just your upper body is pressed against his. You sigh contently, waves of pleasure still rolling over you.

“You’re, you’re really pregnant then?…Is..Is it weird that I’m kind of already excited to hold it? I know it will be perfect if it looks even a little like you.” He says shyly after a moment, peeking down at you from under long lashes.

Love swells in your chest, and flutters in your tummy. “No, I am too… and She will be beautiful.” You say quietly, eyes trained on his face.

“Wait, she?” He exclaims, a smile spreading across his face, his eyes lighting up like Christmas trees.

Seoul- Jay Park smut

Originally posted by fy-jay-dok2

Words: 1574

Description~ You’ve bee waiting to arrive to the city you’ve always wanted to go, a friend awaits you to take to a night of lust.

Author’s note~ Here you go @jorovia, hope you it’s what you wanted!! `Admin Moon

Ah, the capital of South Korea, Seoul. You’ve always wanted to come here ever since you can remember. You were a small human barely walking when you had big dreams of coming to Seoul. Your dad always told you amazing stories about the Seoul and the fun in the city. Now you’re old enough to go and be free. You’re out of college and you deserved some fun, and you also wanted to see your father. He had moved back to Seoul while you stayed for college in the U.S with your mom. Only one more hour til landing, a friend of yours was waiting for you at the airport. Once you arrived and hug each other she tells you there’s a nice club in downtown that she wants to take you to. You love dancing, it’s always been something about you.

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NYE X William Nylander

So, it was New Years Eve and you were planning to spend it with your long-term boyfriend William. Tonight, the Maple Leafs were having their New Years celebrations together because they would be playing in the Centennial Classic tomorrow. You were beyond excited to celebrate New Years surrounded by all your close friends and their families.
You were just finishing getting ready for the party as William walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around your waist. “God, you look beautiful tonight baby.”
The two of you headed to the club downtown that the team had rented out for tonight’s celebration. You were immediately greeted by Steph and Mitch. Steph was your closest friend considering how close William and Mitch are. The guys began to head over to the bar.
“Hey Y/N how are you,” Steph asked.
“I’m good Steph, how are you?”
“I’m good. Are you excited for the new year?”
“I so am and I can’t wait for the game tomorrow. What about you?”
“I’m so excited it sounds like it is going to be so much fun.”
The guys returned from the bar and William pulled you in closer to his chest. The four of you walked around talking to some of the other players about tomorrow’s game and Auston joined you guys shortly after. You all drank, mingled, and enjoyed yourselves while you all waited for midnight to approach. William kept placing kisses on your neck every now and again. His hands roamed your body as the two of you danced.
“That dress is making some of the single guys jealous that you are with me.”
You laughed as the two of you continued to dance. Steph kept taking pictures posting a few of them on Snapchat. Steph loved how cute you and William are together the same way that you thought the her and Mitch were cute together.
The clock began to count down from ten and everyone was scrambling to find their partner. William held onto you tight so that he wouldn’t lose you in all the chaos. As everyone began to count down from three you could feel passion whelming up in you and once the clock reached midnight, William spun you around and kissed you passionately and you deepened the kiss. When you two kissed, it was like time stood still and nothing else matter. After about thirty seconds you released from the kiss and the two of you began to enjoy the rest of your evening. Shortly after Midnight, you and William left the part to enjoy the rest of the night the way your bodies desired.

fluorescent lights dancing on pale skin

desc; businessman!dan frequents the masquerade strip club downtown and the new blue-masked boy happens to be just what he needs to relax (circa 1924)

beta; thank you to hazy( @muserdan​ ) for the amazing english teacher type betaing and like literally saving me because I really wasn’t going to upload this because i could not proofread for like a million reasons ^-^

a/n; idea of the club from panic!at the disco’s video

sorry if this isnt what you wanted anons!! i figured since u only asked for more bottom phil it would be alright to write something new instead.

Dan walked out of the bathroom, grabbing his coat from the rack and checking his hair in the mirror. His maid, Lucille, was bustling around the two room apartment, picking up clothes and washing dishes, sparing Dan a glance every so often.

“You’re going to get caught sometime, you know,” she quips, straightening Dan’s tie and smoothing his petticoat.

Dan just rolls his eyes and smiles. “That’s the fun part,“

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