This man walks into your room and tells you to shotgun his beer or else he is going to tell Jason that you are the biggest pussy in the frat and you deserve to get hazed even though you aren’t a pledge wyd?
(A/N): This could technically be considered a continuation of ‘Oh my God’ but whatever
Can I request 58. “My clothes look good on you.” with Jacksepticeye and the German reader from my last request? Maybe after they’ve spent their first night together? Thanks in advance!
58. My clothes look good on you.
( the whole prompt list is somewhere on my page… )
Warnings: Sexual reference ??
Gold sunlight lazily spilled through your drawn curtains, smearing over your peaceful face.
Your nose twitched in reply.
Stirring awake quietly, you opened both eyes in a heavy haze; automatically feeling a warmth on your left. Directing your jaw to look, your gaze came into sudden contact with a mess of faded green.
Sighing inwardly, you smiled at your wandering thoughts. Lost looking at your wonderful boyfriend. Though your hand felt a pulling want to caress this hair, you shied away from doing so. You had no desire to wake him quite yet.
So instead you slipped around slowly and faced the opposite direction.
He felt it, and came alive himself; only barely though.
“Morning..” Jack grumbled, confusion hitting him hard for a moment. He registered the fact you both were lying in your room, and not his own.
“Good afternoon, lover boy.” you smiled.
Your hand went to the corner of the cream coloured duvet, about to toss it off of you so you could get up.
“What are you doing?” Jack pondered, his accent thicker than normal in his hazed position.
“Getting dressed and stuff.” you laughed “Has to happen at some point. Du bist ein erwachsen.”
You threw your legs over the side of the bed, and was about to push yourself up when Jack’s arms reeled you back in. Pulling your back tight to his chest.
“I don’t think so.” he scoffed.
You chuckled quietly and patted his arm “Okay, I know, but we have to-”
“Nope. You can stay here.”
You went to get up again, but his arms just tightened.
He blew into your ear jokingly and you giggled, causing him to laugh as well.
“Here’s a deal. I have a shower, you make the bed, and we spend the day binging movies and make a video later?” you bargained, putting your head back to look up at him.
Jack let out a soft groan and pretended to think before saying “Alright, deal.” and he kissed your forehead.
You smiled and struck yourself upwards once he let go. You twisted around in a stretch and yawned; quickly covering your mouth.
Trotting to the bathroom door, you turned back around when you heard Jack call your name. You tilted your head at him in question.
“My clothes look good on you.”
You didn’t understand at first, until you noticed Jack was shirtless. Then everything from last night came flooding back, and your face was dusted a pretty shade of powder pink.
(A/n): I love writing for youtubers gosh dang. Plus this one was cute too
muses: ceo!yoongi x heiress!reader genre: angst, smut, fluff words: 2.8k note: this was meant to be under 1k bc it’s supposed to be a drabble but. please forgive me for the upcoming ceo au’s
warning: sexual tension, oral, “get on your knees, yoongi.”
you knew him, not personally per se. but you might as well claim to with all the things you’d been hearing of that man. at the age of 22 he had graduated college and immediately got into the business. two years later, he’d earn his masters degree and his startup had been blowing up with established business pledging alliance and overpouring promising clients waiting to sign contracts of agreement before others waltzed in and stole the chance.
and yet, you refused to be one of the many that’d worshiped the ground he stood on. you detested the need to have him as an affiliate. you loathed having to put on the ivory, skin tight dress, wear your hair up and don yourself the bloodiest red on your lips. and you gravely hated having to sit across from the man who didn’t even bat an eye at you as though you were another pretty instrument he would keep within his chambers as your father discussed the terms of the agreement with cold sweat running down his temple - as if this man was beyond god. min yoongi - what a humble name for a god though.
“the things here all belong to you, you may do as you like, go along with your routine as before so long as you do your part in the contract - appear as my beautiful loving fiancee in public events.”